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Thanks!! Chapter 2 will be out very soon 😉
Thanks for the support !! 🙂
Really enjoyed writing this new chapter.
Ps. This chapter contains messing!
CHAPTER 2 - Maddy’s First
Maddy was sat opposite Isabella, they’d headed to ‘Spoons’ to grab an early dinner and start drinking before going home to get changed. Then, they were off to James’ halloween party - both had been invited. Coincidently, Isabella was on James’ course, thats how she’d got her invite. Isabella was an average height for a girl, with an average waist. She’d only just started going to the gym, as Emma had convinced her during freshers week. She wouldn’t describe herself as naturally athletic though. And she had super long light brown hair with blonde highlights that she’d put in herself.
The girls had their outfits planned. Maddy would have a black playsuit on with fishnets, whilst Isabella would have a white playsuit on. Both having the respective coloured wings; apparently angels passed as halloween costumes nowadays. Isabella also wanted to wear a halo but Maddy wasn’t convinced.
“You can have black devil horns?…and I’ll wear my halo” Isabella said.
“You’re going to have to convince me…they’ll get stolen at the party anyways.” Maddy replied.
“Such a buzz kill.” Isabella quickly fired back. “And you should wear those knee high socks, they’re super cute!”
Maddy looked over, “Fine! I’ll do it! For you”.
Isabella cracked a smile and the girls both picked up their phones. James had promised Isabella that he’d introduce her to one of his ‘cute’ guy friends tonight at the party, she was excited. It wasn’t long before the food had arrived, both the girls had ordered some sort of spicy chicken with chips.
“This is hot!” Maddy remarked. Quickly sipping her water even though it was making no difference, the back of her mouth was still on fire.
“Telling me…” Isabella replied. “You know what they say, if it goes in hot, it comes out hot.”
Maddy crinkled her forehead and looked at Isabella. “Gross!” They both laughed at the remark.
Neither of the girls were checking the time and they’d been drinking for a good two hours without realising. It was the third ‘picture’ they’d shared and they were both evidently quite tipsy.
“Better get on again with James tonight,” Isabella blurted out whilst smirking.
“Haha, whatever…he’s hot…I’ll just…decide when I’m there.” Maddy replied. That reminded her to check her phone to see if he had replied to her last message.
“Oh shit, it’s getting late Isabella. We should get going. We’ve been in here over two hours.”
Maddy quickly stood up and felt her stomach rumble, “Wow, that chickens gone right through me.’
“I heard that.” Isabella laughed as she stood up. “We better get going going then.”
The girls grabbed their belongings and made a swift exit. Not that it concerned Maddy, but she couldn’t stop letting out little bits of gas. The combination of the drinks and the food wasn’t going down well in her stomach. 'That chicken really has gone through me’ she thought.
—-
The girls rushed home as they knew they were running late, quickly getting changed and spending as little time as possible on their make-up - still a good forty-five minutes though. There was no denying both girls had pulled off their outfits; Maddy flaunting her breasts and toned legs, and Isabella looking like a sexy chick from a girl group.
The girls grabbed their phones and left the flat. It was only a ten minute walk to James’, his house only a couple of streets away. Maddy was still having trouble with her stomach. She’d tried to go to the toilet when they got back but her bowels had other ideas and didn’t want to let anything out. She was still letting out little bits of gas as discretely as possible.
“Have you just farted?…that smells so bad.” Isabella said stumbling with a drink in her hand. She was clearly already drunk and the night had only just begun.
“I’m so sorry, I can’t stop…” Maddy said, laughing, “It’s that chicken from lunch.” Maddy quickly held up Isabella as she stumbled once again.
“At least I’m not your level of drunk…yet.” Maddy remarked.
They walked the short distance to the party and were greeted by James and his mates, immediately being passed more drinks. Maddy was dragged away by James quickly, leaving Isabella alone with some of his mates. Neither of the girls were enjoying the party ‘that much’, Isabella had been introduced to a few guys but none of them interested her. Although, one of them had remarked she was a little too drunk, which was definitely true.
Maddy on the other hand had been swiftly introduced to more of James’ mates before spending some alone time in his bedroom. Its not that she wasn’t enjoying herself, she just had other things on her mind. She must’ve been holding in her gas for over an hour, luckily for her Isabella had stumbled into the room - saying she was ‘too drunk, bored and wanted to get home’. It was music to Maddy’s ears.
Isabella’s bladder had been filling ever since she got to the party, it was filling and filling quick. She wasn’t overly worried but she did need to pee, and quite badly. She couldn’t seem to find a toilet in the house which was agitating her. Maddy didn’t know how much Isabella had drunk…but she knew, too much was the answer, and wanted to get her home as soon as possible.
On the flip side, Maddy was a little more worried, holding in her gas had made her need the toilet. ‘Only a ten minute walk home’ she thought. She for one, did not want to have an accident in front of Isabella, or, have to add a mark to her name on the accident chart.
—-
Maddy’s arms were tired, her legs were also tired. She’d been keeping Isabella upright for the whole of the walk home whilst keeping her own composure, letting out little bits of gas every five second or so. A new wave was hitting her though - she could feel the poop inside her, and it was ready to get out. She pushed ever so gently and luckily for her, it was just gas again.
‘Phew. I can hold it.’ She knew she didn’t have much longer, but the flat was insight now, ‘Finally’ She thought.
“Only the stairs to go,” Maddy Said. Isabella sighed.
“Come on then.” Isabella was a step ahead of Maddy.
Isabella was stumbling as she walked up to the door leading to the flat, she really had drank too much. She was completely unaware of Maddy’s predicament, and had to focus on her own. She’d heard about Charlotte’s accident and Olivia’s for that matter and she too, didn’t want one of her own. Not realising just how much she’d had to drink throughout the evening, she was now struggling to hold it.
The girls made there way up the stairs to the flat, Maddy thought the stairs may help her situation but they really didn’t. All the poop holding had made her need to pee, desperately. Like the night with Charlotte and Olivia, she darted her eyes from side to side nervously, and let out a little leak as she got to the top of the stairs; hoping it wouldn’t make any sound. ‘It’s only small droplets’ she told herself. She’d done it before.
That was the least of her problems though, releasing the pee had weakened her bowels, she couldn’t tense her bum any harder. The sudden realisation hit her, this poop inside her was on its way out now. She’d somehow gone over the edge after being so careful all night, she was on the verge of having huge accident. All she could think of was getting into her room, ‘SHIT SHIT, Not here, I need the fucking toilet’ she thought.
Isabella wasn’t in a much better state. She couldn’t think of anything worse than having an accident like Charlotte’s, the way Maddy had described it was terrible (it was all she could think about, she needed to get if off her mind) - but she was on the verge of one. Small droplets caressing her white panties with her every move.
The girls had finally reached the flat. “Night babe,” Isabella managed, as she stumbled down the corridor to her room. With every stumble, more longer leaks. Isabella was clenching her jaw, the pee had reached her bum. She could feel it on her bare legs. She was desperately trying to get to her room before Maddy would see anything.
“Night,” Maddy replied, “…Wait, babe?” Maddy’s eyes were drawn to something. She could just make out tiny little streaks falling below Isabella’s exposed bum. Maddy held a smile. Isabella was wetting herself. Maddy had seen it before when Charlotte was rushing into Olivia’s bathroom.
“Are you wetting yours…” Before Maddy could finish Isabella put her finger to her lips, making a ‘shhh’ sound, and quickly slid into her room and out of sight. Maddy knew that behind the door, Isabella would be franticly trying to get her white play suit off, what she didn’t know is that Maddy would be doing the same with her own.
Isabella darted into her ensuite, ripping off her playsuit with not a care in the world. She was breathing heavily and had somehow managed to regained some control. With no bra on, she was down to just her white panties. She was too drunk to care about them and just sat on the toilet…letting the pee run right through them. The panties getting instantly warm and sticking to her.
‘Fuck. Feels so good’ She thought. There was no denying the back of her thighs were wet, and some bigger spurts had run down her legs but she’d managed to escape the worst of it. Deep down she knew in the morning she’d have to add her accident to the chart, there was no getting away with it - luckily it had only been minor one.
Maddy on the other hand…closed the door to her room and rushed into her bathroom. She knew there was no point taking her black angel wings off. She didn’t have any time. There was already a log half way out her butt. She unzipped her play suit, revealing her large perky breasts.
She grabbed hold of one, and made an ‘O’ with her mouth as the first log broke off. She quickly put her hands against her bum (hoping this was a drunken dream) to see if this was really happening, it was. She’d just shit herself at nineteen years old, she could smell it. It felt like her worst nightmare coming true.
“No no no no no.” She whimpered. Clenching her bum as she tried to get her playsuit off.
Letting the poop out only made her want to dribble more, “Oh my… what the fuck!” …the warm pee made it round to her butt, and top her legs, seeping down her fishnets. She couldn’t help but think of Charlotte, who only ten days ago had pissed herself so embarrassingly and now she was doing the same standing right in front of the toilet. Looking at herself in the mirror, she couldn’t believe it. She raised her eyebrows as her bowels gave way again and another log made its way out…she couldn’t stop it.
“Oh fuck!”she moaned “How is their more?!” - she could now feel warm pee running down her thighs and into her knee high socks. She had really lost control. She grabbed hold of the sink hard, she knew she couldn’t stop it all now. She was breathing heavily and after another long moan, she’d finished… the large poop now was secured in her black panties, with warm pee running down her at every angle. The splattering noise it made on the tiled floor made her feel sick. She felt like it went on forever. Never had she had an accident in her life, and now this.
She was hoping her black panties could hold all the poop in. She couldn’t risk getting her fishnets and socks covered in it, even though they were already covered in pee. She managed to get her playsuit off and her fishnets down without causing any more damage. She turned to inspect her bum, holding the bulge in her soaked black panties. The smell was horrific. She pulled her black panties down a little, carefully keeping the poop inside.
Maddy waddled over to the toilet, sliding her feet through her pee and emptied the remains into the toilet. She wanted to be sick. Doing the best she could with some toilet paper, she wiped the stains from her panties. They were ruined. At least she could keep it a secret, she thought. Maddy took off her fishnets and socks and instantly got in the shower, she could see poop smeared all over her bum and wanted to get clean instantly. It was late but she needed to wash herself down. ‘Pull yourself together’ she remarked. What a disaster.
In Isabella’s room, she’d taken off her panties and wiped herself down with a towel, her legs were wetter than she thought but she really had got away with it. Everything else seemed in-tact. She scanned for any large damage on her playsuit but it was only smallish patches - ‘just needs a wash’ she thought. She threw on her pyjamas and dived into her bed, quickly falling into a deep sleep.
—-
Maddy had barely slept, and woke up in a panic. She quickly made her way to the bathroom. Her fishnets and knee high socks were still laying on the floor, soaked, next to her black panties that had skid marks in. Luckily she’d flicked her heels off in the heat of the moment and they’d stayed relatively dry. She was disgusted. Looking at herself in the mirror (the same spot she had been last night), she knew she needed to clean this mess up. She found a spare plastic bag and carefully put her fishnets, knee-high socks and panties in. ‘No one can find out about this…ever’ she thought. She took final look at herself in the mirror. ‘How could such a sexy girl like me ever get in this state.’ If her school friends ever found out about this, she’d be ridiculed for life. She shook her head.
Once Maddy was done, she headed to the kitchen, and could hear Isabella chatting to Olivia.
“…It was only a small accident.” Isabella broke off as Maddy entered.
Maddy quickly scanned the accident chat and to her amazement there was already a mark next to Isabella’s name.
“A small accident is still an accident” Olivia remarked and then continued, “Well…looks like you’ve joined the club”.
Isabella sighed and took another sip of her drink. Olivia was starting to enjoy herself. She regretted bringing it all up at the time but now, well now...the girls were actually having real accidents. |
New Chapter!!
CHAPTER 3 - Emma’s Dilemma
November had passed quickly and none of the girls had added anything to the accident chart, with Olivia, Charlotte and Isabella having one mark next to their names. Isabella’s ‘minor one’ had been the last as none of the girls knew a thing about Maddy’s huge accident in her room - she’d kept it a secret for now…or had she?
Olivia had quizzed Isabella all morning about her ‘minor accident'; which an ever so reluctant Isabella went along with. It wasn’t like it had happened in public though; Olivia would’ve loved that. Not giving her reasons, Olivia wanted as much detail as possible. She definitely knew that the girls thought it was super weird but she had to do what she had to do - it turned her on.
Olivia had even offered to take the flat’s trash out a few days after the accident, hoping to see if Isabella’s white panties were in there. She knew it was disgusting, but after the detailed chat with Isabella, she couldn’t help herself. They weren’t hard to find either, Isabella hadn’t even put them in a spare plastic bag. They were super cute panties as well; Olivia’s mind was racing, ‘If only id been there’, she thought.
As she placed the last of the trash down in the bin, another plastic bag caught her eye. Initially, she thought it might just have been a girl throwing away some old clothes, but it was in the way the plastic bag was tied. She did the same herself when throwing away wet clothes. She had to check. ‘God, I’m disgusting’ she thought, she really hoped no one was watching as she wrapped her sweater around her hand, reached in, and pulled the plastic bag out.
Olivia was already turned on from seeing Isabella’s panties but if she found more, she would probably internally explode. She moved herself around to the back of the bins and opened up the plastic bag. She could hear herself breathing heavily and needed to calm down. ‘Its probably nothing’ she told herself but… it was something. It contained fishnets, knee high socks and black panties.
Olivia was frozen for a second, she knew what she was seeing - some poor girl must’ve had an accident and thrown her stuff away in embarrassment. Both Charlotte and Isabella had thrown their panties away after-all. The clothes did seem dry but Olivia could tell they’d been wet previously, it was all in how the material felt. She’d been there many times before.
Olivia was desperately trying not to touch herself, she was panting, and nearly gave in when she saw the two poop stains smeared in the black panties. ‘oh my god’ she whispered to herself. She could even kind of smell it. Now she knew why the girl had disposed of everything - she’d shit her pants.
It wasn’t till that evening when Olivia was sat in her room that she put two and two together. She told herself it couldn’t have been, surely not?… but she remembered Isabella saying something about Maddy letting out gas all night. She quickly got out her phone and checked Isabella’s Instagram photo. Maddy had been wearing back fishnets and knee high socks that night. ‘What the fuck’ she said to herself slowly. Maddy must’ve had some accident. It’s no coincidence that those clothes were in the trash. Maddy had clearly shit herself.
—-
Emma was definitely the most sporty of the five girls, she’d been hockey captain at her school and was a keen gym go-er. Despite being the captain for school, off the pitch she was an extremely shy girl. Sport was just something she really loved. It was mainly unheard of for a fresher to be called up to a university first team, but with the number of fixtures coming up, Emma had been. And she was given the first team hockey jersey before getting on the bus to the fixture.
Emma was an average height for a girl but had a petit frame from her constant playing of sport. She had short blonde hair, lots of freckles and deep blue eyes. She managed to find time to get changed before getting on the bus. She felt a sense of pride, and smiled to herself when looking at the university tracksuit - stuffing her spare clothes into her bag.
It was freezing outside; autumn/fall really had said goodbye and winter was coming. Emma could hear the rain as it battered against the bus window. The journey wasn’t a long one but when the bus came to a sudden holt and pulled over, she knew they were in for one. There was a loud cry from all the girls behind her, which lead the head coach to stand up and say they were having a fifteen minute rest…to let the bus cool down.
‘Cool down?! It's bloody freezing outside.’ One the girls shouted back. She wasn’t wrong. A lot of the girls were surprised the fixture was still going ahead and hadn’t been postponed due to the weather. Emma had been told she wasn’t in the starting side but would get some playing time off the bench. She texted her mum the news, knowing she’d be so proud.
The bus had cooled down and the driver sped for the rest of the journey. They did quite well to only be thirty minutes late to the fixture, and Emma was pleasantly surprised at how nice the hockey stadium was in comparison to their own. The girls got changed quickly and warmed up, ready for the match.
The rain was really hammering down, and despite being sheltered, Emma could still feel it as the wind was blowing in all directions. The girls had played brilliantly and they were 2-1 up when Emma came on. Despite the rain and wet surface, Emma felt at home and in full control and made an excellent pass in the build-up to the third goal. The girls winning the game 3-1.
Despite only getting the tracksuit earlier, it was already soaked - that wasn’t exactly helped by the spraying of champagne and other drinks in the changing rooms after, as the girls all shared a drink. Emma had her gym leggings which she changed back into, putting a sweater on over her rather wet bra. It wasn’t ideal but she was lucky; some of the other girls didn’t have anything to change back into - they were still in their soaked tracksuits as they re-entered the bus.
As the bus left the stadium, Emma regretted not using the bathroom on her way out. She hadn’t been since they arrived, and she’d drank a full bottle of juice, not to mention the alcohol all the girls were sharing. ‘Its only thirty minutes’ she thought, she was desperately trying to convince herself she’d be okay.
—-
Despite studying on the same course, Charlotte and Emma hadn’t spent that much time together and if they were going too, it would’ve been tonight, as it was the course ball. Emma spent most of her time either studying or playing sports whilst Charlotte, would most-likely be drinking with her other course mates. Charlotte had been looking forward to getting to know Emma better.
Emma had already sent her a text saying the bus had broken down and the start had been delayed so it was best to go alone and not wait around for her. So, Charlotte decided she would go to the ball alone and meet her course mates when she got there.
Charlotte wore a tight black dress and black thong with no bra underneath, once again flaunting her figure and toned legs. The dress really showed off the gentle curves of her body. It was the first time she’d worn a dress going out since the accident - in the gold one.
Getting dressed and putting her make-up by herself had been a little depressing but once she’d reached the ball, she was happy. Charlotte knew that she could get boys to buy her drinks for the night, meaning she’d once again, save her money. Her only worry was she didn’t want to get herself into a situation like last time. It just wasn’t an option.
—-
The bus hit traffic about fifteen minutes into the journey back, to add to this, the rain was still crashing against the window, and it wasn’t helping Emma at all. She’d resorted to jamming her hand into her crotch. She was getting desperate. Emma had seen the accident chart pinned up in the kitchen but wasn’t really sure if it was the greatest game to be playing as university students.
To make things were, the bus literally wasn’t moving anymore, they were at a stand-still. Emma’s legs were though, bouncing up and down as she tried to hold in her pee. She hadn’t been this desperate in a long time. Emma had always been a vigilant girl and could see some of the other girls struggling too - jamming their hands into their crotches. They’d all had too much to drink after the game and had been rushed back on to the bus by the head coach.
The bus suddenly moved forwards and jolted to a stop again. Emma wasn’t sure if it was sweat or pee but the sudden movement from the bus had made her hand get warmer. That wasn’t the only problem Emma had; she was fighting against her mind. The need to pee was making her horny, she wanted to touch herself so badly. ‘Snap out of it’ she mouthed to herself.
Emma was trying hard but she couldn’t snap out of it, she needed a miracle. She was already arching her back against the bus seat in anticipation of her orgasm. Emma thought about how she had always been a sensible girl, never getting too desperate, making sure she’d use the bathroom but right now, all she could think about was letting go.
Emma dribbled a little bit in her leggings, she gasped. She gently moved her hand up slightly, brushing over her clit - her eyes rolled in relief. She was lucky no one was sitting next to her. Emma was on the verge of having a full blown accident and orgasming in her seat when…finally the miracle came.
The bus pulled over, it had broken down again! The head coach had risen to her feet and virtually repeated what she’d said earlier. ‘The bus needs to cool down’. Once again, all the girls behind Emma all cried out. Emma knew she somehow needed to get off the bus…and now!
One of the girls behind her shouted ‘Can we go pee then?!’
The head coach looked at the bus driver who had a blank look on his face, he shrugged his shoulders. The doors of the bus then shot open and instantly Emma could feel the freezing cold air as it hit her skin. In no time at all, four girls shot up and made their way off the bus. In one last desperate attempt, Emma removed her hand from her crotch and got off as quickly as possible. She had a plan.
The wind and rain was battering her face as she got outside and she could see some the girls squatting down over by the bushes. Emma headed in the opposite direction towards the back of the bus. She couldn’t stop herself letting leaks out, the relief was sensational. Her hand was definitely warm now. “OH (heavy breath) OH (heavy breath) …so good’ Emma was wetting herself.
Emma was definitely having an accident but she wanted too. Her leggings were getting wetter, and she could feel the warmth running down her legs, she could even hear the hissing sound every time a long spurt escaped from her but she was enjoying it. She was feeling sensations she’d never felt before.
In a rush of blood, Emma slipped her hand down her leggings; and started rubbing hard - pee splashing back against her hand. Emma’s body was physically shaking and she had to cover her mouth with her other hand to quieten the moaning. She leant back against the bus and started cumming… ‘OH… FUCK…I’m cumming’ she moaned. Emma’s orgasm was broken off by the sound of the head coach shouting to the girls.
Emma was panting but reacted quickly, wiping her hands down on her leggings. She might have completely wet herself but no one would know; her plan had worked. The combination of the black leggings and the rain storm had saved her. All her clothes were soaked and her hair was dripping wet. Emma’s pussy was still throbbing though; she entered the bus and knew she could finish off later when she got home.
What an experience…one she would definitely have to do again.
—-
Overall, the course ball had been a success; not so much for Charlotte though - she’d overdone it with the free drinks and had definitely drank too much once again. She was in a state. Getting into the taxi home had been hard work in itself. Not to mention the taxi journey home which felt like an eternity to Charlotte.
How could she have got herself into this predicament again? Her black thong was already a bit damp from the ball. She’d had trouble finding the toilets and let out a little dribble whilst laughing with her friends before eventually composing herself and making it to the bathroom.
‘No! hold it’ She told herself as she got out the taxi. She was doing so well. She hadn’t leaked in the taxi like last time. Charlotte virtually waddled up the path to the entrance of the flat, her knees pushed together. The rain mixed with the cold wind was helping Charlotte, making her walk faster.
A sudden wave of panic hit her though on the stairs, and she could feel droplets running down her legs. ‘OH NO…OH NO…You’ve got this’ Charlotte whispered to herself. She gently felt the underside of her bum and it was wet, her thong was soaked. Charlotte recomposed herself and made her final steps towards her room.
Charlotte had reached her door, ‘I’ve made it.’ she was a relieved girl. Just as she was about to enter her room, Maddy had opened her door and came out into the hallway with James. The surprise was not what Charlotte needed and with three loud hisses, three large spurts escaped from her - running down her legs and hitting the floor.
“FUCK!…FUCK!…MADDY!!” Charlotte couldn’t stop the leaking. She was wetting her herself again.
“Noooo way…” Maddy let out a loud laugh and started singing while James just stood there in shock, realising what was happening. “Charlotte’s pissing her pants…Charlotte’s pissing her pants…”
“OH…FUCK!” Charlotte whimpered. There were little streams falling down Charlotte’s long toned legs once again, and she just stood there, accepting her fate - humiliated as she could hear the splattering sound of pee as it hit the wooden floor. She turned to look at Maddy and James, tears in her eyes before regaining some composure and getting into her room.
Once in her room, she leant back against her door, and froze. - longer streams were coming out now. She had no energy to even make it to the bathroom at this point. The warmth on her cold legs was refreshing, and she closed her eyes; finally letting go. The pee ran in all different directions down her. 'How had this happened again?’ She was stood, in her room, pissing her dress and thong.
“What the fuck Charlotte?!…it’s running under the door.” Maddy barked from the hallway.
The puddle beneath her had started running under the door and back out into the hallway. Charlotte was still in shock but managed to reply.
“I’ll…sort…it…give me two seconds”. Charlotte looked down at the mess she’d created. She had been humiliated once again, and knew she was the only one to blame.
Charlotte could hear Maddy starting to sing again, her voice fading away as she left the flat to walk James out. “Charlotte’s pissing her pants…Charlotte’s pissing her pants…”
Charlotte pulled up her dress, took off her thong and wiped herself down as quickly as she could - throwing her thong straight into the bin. She then looked down, knowing she would have to spend the next hour or so cleaning the floor. Charlotte’s night had been a disaster.
—-
The morning had been horrific for Charlotte, once again having the shame of adding a mark to her name on the accident board, before getting grilled by Isabella, Maddy and Olivia. She’d wet two dresses already - it really was humiliating. Emma was keeping quiet, she didn’t want to get involved in the conversation as her night had been just as eventful - she needed to keep it her secret.
Olivia was loving it, she’d started these games and it just so turned out that the girls couldn’t hold it and were having accidents, big ones. Olivia’s next move was to plan some sort of revenge against Maddy; she couldn’t get away with having an accident and keeping it a secret forever. |
Loved writing this chapter so much! It’s the half way point. Hope you’re all enjoying it so far 😉
CHAPTER 4 - Olivia’s Night In
The flat was pretty much empty and Olivia knew she probably wouldn’t get a better chance to get some revenge on Maddy. There was only herself and Maddy left; Emma, Isabella and Charlotte had all gone home for Christmas - with both Olivia and Maddy heading home tomorrow.
Olivia had just finished eating and was chilling in the kitchen, wearing denim shorts with a fluffy white jumper on - her hair tied up in a bun. She stood up, walked over the sink and started washing her dishes. The sound of running water had her mind mulling over what she could get Maddy to do. Her mind was racing and she was loving it.
It wasn’t long before she came to her conclusion. ‘We can just see who can hold it longer…?’ A simple but effective competition. Olivia knew she wasn’t exactly known for her holding after her first accident but, she did only have one mark against her name on the chart - Charlotte had two.
Sometimes she thought that night where she brought up the whole ‘pee thing’ had been a big mistake but she couldn’t help herself. And even if the girls did find it disgusting, they seemed to be pretty open to chat about their own accidents during the morning after.
What the girls didn’t know is that Olivia’s had most of her ‘accidents’ in her ensuite bathroom - well…may be they weren’t accidents as she did most of them on purpose but that didn’t matter. She would NEVER tell the girls this but she often masterbated thinking about the stories they’d told - God they turned her on.
Despite all the girls accidents so far, Olivia wasn’t one-hundred percent satisfied. She didn’t want to fully admit it to herself, but she definitely had a crush Emma, ‘who wouldn’t’ she thought. Emma was smart, sporty and had a great body. She was just waiting for the day she came into the kitchen one morning and talked about her own accident. It was Olivia’s dream.
Whilst Olivia had been chilling, cooking and eating, Maddy had been out shopping. She’d been buying some last minute Christmas presents for her family. Maddy hadn’t been more excited in a while, the thought of getting home, catching up with family and friends was all she could think about.
Maddy had bought herself a drink and a snack on the way back to the flat - finishing it as she was sat on the bus. They’d just driven past James’ road, and that reminded her of ‘that night’. That really was a moment she did want to forget. Unluckily for her, she thought no one had found out, but Olivia had.
Maddy raced up the stairs, and entered the flat holding three bags worth of shopping, immediately dumping them in her room before getting changed - throwing on pair of black leggings and a black crop top. She then headed to the kitchen and marched in.
“Oh…hey Olivia” Maddy said, glancing over in her direction.
Olivia was sat on the sofa, in her denim shorts and white fluffy jumper watching a movie. She’d just started ‘Dunkirk’, only watching it to see Harry Styles - Harry being another one of her love interests, although a rather unrealistic one.
“Hey Maddy,” Olivia looked up, “…you get all your shopping done?” Olivia didn’t really care that much about Maddy’s shopping but wanted her to stay, she needed a way to get her to participate in her game.
“Yeah, let me show you!” Maddy said excited. She raced out of the kitchen and came back with three bags. Grabbing the first bag, she pulled out a dress.
“The dress is for my younger sister…she’ll love it, she’s always wanted a dress like this.”
Followed by an instant coffee machine from the second bag. “Its for my mum.” She laughed.
And finally, reaching into the third bag, she pulled a dark blue suit shirt.
“This ones for my dad…obviously.” Olivia hadn’t even been able to reply as Maddy had been so excited to show off her presents. And before she kew it, Maddy had placed the items back in their respective bags and sat down on the sofa next to her.
“What you watching anyways?” Maddy asked.
“Oh…its Dunkirk, the war movie?” Olivia paused as Maddy’s face had a puzzled look on it. “You know…the one with Harry Styles in?”
“Oh…that one, I haven’t seen it.” Maddy replied quickly.
Olivia instantly knew this was her way in. “Lets watch it together!” She blurted out.
Maddy stood up and paused, “Sure, let me take all this back to my room first?.”
Olivia picked up her laptop and followed Maddy out the kitchen. “Come to my room when you’re ready, we can watch it in my bed…cute movie night.”
Olivia was sat, already under the duvet by the time Maddy had come in.
“I’d only just started it anyways.” Olivia said as Maddy got into the bed, wrapping herself with the other half of the duvet.
The film started and Olivia knew she was now on to the the hard part. She knew that convincing Maddy to play her game and hold it would be difficult but she persevered with her plan.
“By the way…thanks for not being weirded out with the whole ‘accident thing’…and the chart.” Olivia nearly laughed as she said it.
“Haha, that’s cool.” Maddy replied back, a little confused.
“You’ve been lucky, no marks by your name yet.” Olivia said, she was probing.
Maddy swallowed then laughed a little, “What can I say…”
“You must’ve had some close calls though? Think we all have…?” Olivia snapped back.
“Haha, I mean…speak for yourself.” Maddy instantly thought about the Halloween party, that had been way more than a close call. She’d fully had an accident.
“Not even on the Halloween night?” You could cut the tension between the girls with a knife, and Olivia knew she might have crossed the line but the reality was - she knew Maddy was lying.
Maddy gently bit her lip. ‘Did she know?’ Maddy thought.
Despite this, Maddy stayed calm “What…? I think you’re getting me mixed up with Isabella?” Maddy hands started to sweat.
“Doesn’t look like nothing happened from this?” Olivia pulled a picture up on her phone. It was the plastic bag filled with the panties, fishnets and knee high socks.
Olivia continued, “Aren’t they yours?”
Maddy’s heart was racing, ‘why on earth did Olivia have a picture of her dirty clothes on her phone.’ Maddy felt sick.
“Ew…no…” Maddy didn’t know what to say. “I leant them to the girl on the ground floor, and she never gave them back.”
Maddy was sure Olivia could hear her heartbeat thumping inside her chest, “Anyway…why do you have that photo on your phone? It’s a bit weird…? I know you get off to this stuff but that’s not cool at all.” The whole conversation had brought back memories of that night and was making Maddy need to pee.
Olivia was ready for Maddy’s questions though, “Well, to be honest…I think you had an accident and didn’t tell us…?” Olivia was not wrong. She completely avoided the part about why she had the picture on her phone.
Maddy blurted out “I’d had bad gas that day…but I didn’t have an accident!” All Maddy could think about was being her room, trying her hardest to get her clothes off, the poop filling her panties smearing all over her bum.
Olivia gave Maddy a stern look, “Why don’t we have a competition then, see who can hold it longer…?”
“What?…I’m not playing your stupid games.” Maddy already needed to pee, she’d drank a large smoothie in town, another on the bus home and hadn’t been since.
Olivia rolled her eyes, “Bet you can’t hold it?” Olivia joked.
“We already know I can hold it longer…you pissed your jeans…remember?” Maddy said confidently but reluctantly.
“Game on. Let’s watch this movie…and another one after without peeing.” Olivia replied.
“Fine…whatever. I’ll just beat you again.” Maddy took a large sip of her drink, just to annoy Olivia, regretting it instantly.
The girls got through Dunkirk with no problems, both finishing their drinks. Putting the competition aside, both the girls enjoyed the movie.
“One down, one to go.” Olivia said in a sarcastic voice.
“I don’t even need to go yet…” Maddy replied, lying through her teeth. “You know you’re going to lose again…?”
The girls then started watching ‘The Hangover’. Olivia’s choice this time had been a tactical one, it was a comedy - she thought there was more chance of Maddy having an accident whilst laughing. The thing was, Maddy didn’t need it to be a comedy, she was already struggling with her bladder - feeling twinges on and off. She regretted finishing her drink and carefully without raising any alarm; moved her hand under the duvet, pushing hard into her crotch.
The first ten minutes of ‘The Hangover’, had been a real struggle. Maddy was franticly trying to think of anything other than pee but her mind wouldn’t let her. It felt like the world was scheming against her; after she’d kept her accident a secret. She was so embarrassed and knew her cheeks were getting reader, as she could feel small droplets of pee hitting her black panties, making her leggings warm.
‘Get to the toilet now…’ thats what her mind was telling her but she couldn’t - she was sat only a matter of centimetres away from Olivia. She didn’t want to move a muscle. Olivia, on the other hand, was only just starting to feel the effects of her drink. She, for once, was in a good position, and knew she could hold it to the end of the movie.
“I’m feeling good. Might even be able to watch a third movie.” Olivia exclaimed proudly.
“So could I…” Maddy replied unconvincingly.
Maddy had seen the film before on a few occasions but had forgotten how funny it was. And after her initial dribbles, she had never really recovered. Her crotch area was starting to get really warm, so was her hand. Over the course of the next ten minutes, Maddy was about to have one of the most humiliating moments of her life. Just like the poop after the halloween party, her pee was now ready to come out - and nothing was going to stop it.
‘Stop, stop, stop’ Maddy was saying in her mind. Maddy didn’t know what to do. She felt like a little girl again. Her heart was sinking inside her chest. She wanted her mum. It wasn’t like she was in her bathroom again. She knew she was slowly wetting Olivia’s bed.
Maddy was still trying her best to hold it but she knew she couldn’t stop any of the dribbles now. In an ideal world she’d have been in her own bathroom or by herself and just let it out all at once; but she couldn’t even do that. She didn’t want to let Olivia hear any hissing, that would be game over.
Every five seconds or so Maddy let out more, she’d drank a lot and the pee wouldn’t stop coming. Her bum was so warm and absolutely soaked, she could even feel the pee running down the back of her thighs, only being stopped by the mattress. She was now spurting pee everywhere, having a full on accident in Olivia’s bed. The streams seemed to get faster and Maddy’s hand was now getting completely soaked, a small puddle had even formed round her crotch.
Olivia quickly glanced over and saw a worried look on Maddy’s face, “Aw…is ‘Maddy’ about to pee herself?”
Olivia had know about idea what Maddy was doing and for once in her life, the 5ft7.5 brunette goddess had been defeated.
Maddy had no reply to Olivia and her mind was on fire. In a moment of madness, she cried out, “FUCK…I’m pissing myself.” Maddy threw off the duvet and shot out of Olivia’s bed, tears now forming in her eyes - and the loud hissing started.
Olivia could already see that the top of Maddy’s leggings were soaked. Her eyes were then drawn to where Maddy had been sitting in the bed - there was a huge wet circle. Olivia couldn’t believe what she was seeing.
“You’ve pissed in my b…” Olivia shouted.
Maddy cut Olivia off, “NO NO NO…please. I want my mum!!” Maddy was leaning slightly forward and her knees were pushed hard together. Her legs shaking as she sprayed long jets of pee down them. The warm pee running down inconsistently, soaking her panties and leggings. Puddles were forming next to her feet. Maddy had forgotten what it was like her like to have accident but now she was having another one, but right in front of Olivia.
“Olivia…I’m…” Maddy couldn’t even finish her sentence, tears streaming down her face but she tried to continue, “I did throw my clothes away…I had an accident…I shit my pants” Maddy cried out loudly.
Olivia was still trying to process the situation. Maddy had not only wet the bed, but had left huge puddles all over Olivia’s floor. Olivia had never meant for it to come to this. The jets of pee had slowly stopped and all that was left was the sound dripping pee.
“Babe, it’s fine.” Olivia said, getting out of bed. “Lets get you clean you up.” Olivia, avoiding all the puddles on the floor, held Maddy’s hand and ushered her to the ensuite bathroom - where this whole thing had started that night.
Maddy wasn’t a girl who cried a lot, she always kept herself together but right now she just wanted to curl up into a ball. She was still leaking as she walked across the room. She was well and truly humiliated.
“Please…don’t tell the girls about this?” Maddy said, Olivia could just make it out through Maddy’s sobs. “Promise?”
“I promise” Olivia replied.
Despite getting completely out of control. Olivia thought her revenge had been a total success. She got a confession and an unexpected wetting. Although, deep down, she knew this was a secret that she would have to keep.
—-
Olivia had headed home early the next morning, still thinking about Maddy’s accident. ‘Bring on the new year’ she thought to herself whilst smiling. |
New Chapter!!
CHAPTER 5 - Exam Season
The Christmas break was over. It was a new year and the girls had returned back to the flat, but, only four of them had returned. Due to ‘personal reasons’, Maddy had decided to drop out of uni. She’d left a long message in the group chat explaining how she didn’t think the course was right for her - and that she’d be starting again next year, doing something different.
Initially reading the message, Olivia had felt extremely guilty. Her last proper memory of Maddy had been her flooding her leggings that night - not that the other girls knew but it was playing on Olivia’s mind. Charlotte who was probably closest to Maddy brought the message up over dinner.
“I wonder what’s happened?” Charlotte said, as the girls sat round the table.
“Yeah…I hope she’s okay?” Isabella replied quickly.
“May be she just didn’t like the course…or being so away from home.” Olivia added.
“Yeah but personal reasons…?” Charlotte replied, probing, not fully realising the girls didn’t have any of the answers.
“We’ll have to invite her back though…on a night out?” Emma suggested. All the girls looked over in her direction.
“YES!“ Charlotte exclaimed before lowering her voice and continuing, “We can get her back for one final night out…at the end of the year may be?”
“Sounds like a plan!” Isabella replied.
The girls finished their food and one by one stacked their dishes up the side.
“I’ll clean them.” Olivia said, standing over the sink. She genuinely did feel guilty about whole situation (even though it wasn’t her fault) and wanted to give something back to the girls. Maddy had been one of the louder girls in the flat and she would definitely be missed.
—-
January had been the toughest month so far for the girls as it was exam season - nothing out of the ordinary had happened though with regards to any accidents. Saying all this, the exams had come and gone quickly. All the girls, except for Emma, felt like they hadn’t put in a sufficient amount of revision.
That’s why Isabella and Charlotte were sat in the library, early one morning - before their respective final exams. Isabella was wearing a white top with high waisted blue jeans, whist Charlotte wore a black top, and a short black skirt, showing off her toned legs.
“Why didn’t you study with Emma?” Isabella asked. “I mean…she knows everything.”
“Thats the problem…she knows everything, and I don’t.” Charlotte replied, half laughing to herself.
“You could just get her to teach you.” Isabella fired back.
“Bit late now anyway…” Charlotte said with a dejected look on her face whilst staring blankly at her revision notes. She knew she probably wasn’t going to learn anything now anyway.
A moment passed. “Yeah, I’m screwed too.” Isabella said, she was stressed.
Charlotte’s mind thought of her evening plans. “I just can’t wait for the party tonight.” She said, a smile breaking on her face in the process. The girls had planned a flat party, they knew it wouldn’t be the same without Maddy but that wasn’t going to stop them.
“Tell me about it!” Isabella replied. She definitely was excited for the flat party but her main priority was her exam. She’d always been smart at school but these university exams had really challenged her, she hadn’t nearly prepared enough.
Nevertheless, she continued, “What you going to wear?”
‘Honestly, I’ve no idea…” Charlotte hadn’t even thought about it. She was trying to process what she’d just read but her mind wasn’t taking any of her notes in.
The girls spent another ten minutes in the Library, it was no use though. They both aimlessly looked at their revision notes but nothing was going in at all. Isabella was really stressing, and whilst rubbing her sweaty hands together; saw the time on her watch.
“Shit!” Isabella said loudly. “Exams start in five minutes.” Her face went red.
Charlotte quickly got out her phone to check. “Fuck.”
The girls rushed out of the library, throwing their notes and books into their bags. The exam halls were a five minute walk from the library and so the girls knew they’d have to run. Darting across the hallway and down the stairs - the girls had just made it to their exams in time.
Emma was already stood in line when Isabella and Charlotte had got there from the Library.
“I thought you’d forgotten.” Emma said as Charlotte slipped in line next to her.
“No we just…lost track of time…we were in the library.” Charlotte replied whilst panting.
“Well good luck!” Emma replied.
“Thanks! You too.” The girls were then ushered into one of the exam halls.
“I’ll wait for you here after…” Charlotte heard Isabella call out from behind who was being ushered in the other direction - towards another exam hall.
Isabella was panicking, she definitely hadn’t revised enough for this and had been stressing out so much before, she’d forgotten to use the toilet. ‘Its only two hours’ she told herself. Once all the students were sat down, one of her tutors walked round carefully placing an exam booklet on each desk.
‘Fuck…looks more like a novel than an exam booklet’ Isabella sighed to herself. She knew this was going to be tough.
The tutor then walked to the front of the hall and shouted ‘You may start…now!’ Isabella flicked open the first page of the booklet and rolled her eyes. She instantly saw a topic that she hadn’t revised - could this get any worse?
Charlotte wasn’t in a too dissimilar state to Isabella. Getting to her exam super late had made her extra nervous and so she needed to pee. She was angry with herself as the only reason she’d gone to the library early was to run over a few topics and not be late.
To make matter worse for Charlotte, she couldn’t stop thinking about how she was the only person to have two marks to her name on the accident chart. She couldn’t concentrate anymore and so glanced over at Emma who was already writing away.
The exam seemed to take an eternity for Isabella and with thirty minutes remaining, she was getting very desperate. Whilst writing with one hand, she was jamming her other into her crotch. She painfully watched as the hands on the clock slowly went round.
She was doing so well but then her eyes then widened, she dribbled. She jammed her hand harder into her crotch. ‘Five more minutes,’ dribble. ‘Four more minutes,’ dribble. Isabella’s panties were getting damper. ‘Three more minutes,’ dribble. It was now quite obvious Isabella was desperate, both her hands were jammed into her crotch and her legs were crossed, bobbing up and down.
With a minute left the first spurt came out. Isabella had only ever previously felt something like this after the halloween party. She needed to the toilet now. She could not wet herself in the exam hall. ‘Not here…not here…not here…please’ Her mind was racing.
The exam had ended and by the time all the booklets had been collected, She was on the verge of having a full blown accident. She quickly examined her jeans, she didn’t think that there would be a damp spot - but there was and it was larger than she thought.
Charlotte and Emma had luckily got out of their exams a little early and waited for Isabella in the hallway.
“Where is she?…I need to pee!” Charlotte said too Emma, with a panicked look in her eye. Charlotte was starting to get desperate - her crossed legs shaking. Emma wasn’t sure what to make of the whole situation, her insides were tingling, Charlotte’s desperation was turning her on.
“She’s there!” Emma raised her hand and pointed to Isabella who was hurrying out of the other exam hall.
Isabella had instantly spotted the girls as she left the hall but was dealing with a major problem - she couldn’t stop dribbling in her panties. She knew if she stopped now, nearly five-hundred students would see her flooding her jeans. At the this point though, she didn’t care about any accident - she just wanted to be alone.
Both Emma and Charlotte could see that something was wrong with Isabella as she walked towards them - although neither said anything. The closer Isabella got, the darker the front of her jeans seemed to get. Both the girls realised she was wetting her jeans.
Charlotte could see that Isabella was in some distress and grabbed her hand and gestured, “This way.”
Hand in hand, Charlotte was doing her best to get Isabella to the nearest toilet whilst also doing her best to stop herself having an accident. As the girls ran down the final corridor, which lead to the toilet, Isabella could already feel the warm peeing running down her legs.
“Babe…you got this.” Charlotte said, as she felt her black panties getting warm. She wasn’t sure if she was telling that to herself, or trying to keep Isabella’s hopes up.
“I’m wetti…” Isabella couldn’t finish her sentence. She let go of Charlotte’s hand, who had quickly pushed open the door to the girls toilet and entered. It was too late, Isabella froze. Isabella couldn’t control it anymore.
“NOO…” Isabella cried out. The burning sensation was now being relieved. Isabella couldn’t lie, the relief felt great, but not like this. The small streaks that had already formed down her jeans whilst walking over were now being re-covered in warm pee. The denim sticking to her legs.
There was a constant hissing sound, and no stopping the jets that fired out of her. Her bum, thighs, legs, even her ankles were getting soaked. She was fully shaking, and her legs were quivering hard. She could see students with their phones out, taking pictures and recording.
A now, nineteen year old Isabella, had just pissed her pants at university - humiliated.
Charlotte on the other hand had rushed into the toilet, and had darted towards the nearest cubicle - sitting down and firing pee into the toilet. Charlotte had made it - just. There was no denying her black panties were wet, along with the top of her bum and thighs but she’d managed to escape the worst of it.
Once she’d finished peeing, she wiped the back of her legs down with some paper towels and examined the damage. Her skirt, ands shoes were fine. For once, she hadn’t been the one to have the accident.
Emma had followed the girls but had kept a distance behind. She watched the whole accident unfold as large dark streaks had formed on Isabella’s jeans - everywhere. Her mind was racing so badly. After having her own incident on the bus, watching someone else have one was exhilarating. Her pussy was throbbing and she wanted to touch it so badly but knew she couldn’t, not here anyway.
Emma quickly snapped out of it and ran over to Isabella, pushing her inside the toilet.
Isabella was still frozen. “Emma…I’m…” Isabella was helpless.
Emma put both her hands on Isabella’s shoulders. “Its going to be fine.” She said unconvincingly.
Emma continued. “Wipe yourself down…dry yourself off. I’ve got my gym clothes in my bag. You can have them.”
Isabella nodded, tears running down her cheeks.
Charlotte unlocked the cubicle and came out when she heard the girls familiar voices. ‘Oh my god’ she thought to herself, Isabella’s accident had been bad. Charlotte couldn’t believe how much pee there was, and where it was. It had made its way all round her jeans and even to the top of her bum - presumably from wetting when she was sat down in the exam hall.
Emma had returned with her sports bag and was giving Isabella the clothes. Not a word was said between the girls. Isabella’s tears continued as she struggled to get off her soaked jeans and panties. She quickly dried herself down, and slid Emma’s spare clothes whilst dumping her own in the bin.
Isabella finally broke the silence. “Can we just stay in here for a bit?…I can’t go back out yet.”
Emma didn’t know what to say but blurted out “Everyone will have forgotten about it a few days.”
“It’ll be fine…honestly.” Charlotte added. “We’ve got the party to look forward too…”
That was the last thing on Isabella’s mind.
After a five minute wait, the girls slowly headed to the door and left the bathroom. Isabella had left a huge puddle outside the bathroom door. The corridor was almost empty with only a few students walking by. Isabella’s head and heart were pounding. She was having flashbacks of the whole incident - whilst holding back her tears.
As they all rounded the corner back to the exam halls, there was a larger influx of people. All eyes were on Isabella. Both Emma and Charlotte could hear the rumours as they walked past heading to the exit.
‘Oh my god. Thats the girl who pissed herself…’
‘She totally wet her pants…’
‘Apparently she even wet herself in the exam hall…’
‘Imagine pissing your pants at university…’
The girls finally made it through the crowd. Isabella could not wait to get back to the flat, she just wanted to lock herself in her room and never talk to anyone ever again. |
Sorry! Work has been crazy busy of late. Bit of a longer chapter so I’ve broken it up into two parts.
Hope you all enjoy.
CHAPTER 6 - The Flat Party (PART 1)
Whilst Charlotte, Emma and Isabella had been doing their final exam. Olivia had been alone in the flat, putting up fairy lights and other decorations for the party. She must’ve spent a good hour sorting everything out before heading back to her room. She had been excited for the party, a blow out after three weeks of solid exams. Her alone time in the flat being broken as she could hear the girls out in the hallway.
There was a gentle knock at her door.
“Olivia?” Emma said from behind the door.
Olivia jumped off her bed and opened the door “Hey. What’s up?”
“Can we chat?” Emma replied still standing in the doorway.
“Course, are you okay? You’re making me nervous” Olivia laughed as her and Emma walked back over to her bed, both sitting down.
“Well…” Emma started but stopped.
“Go on.” Olivia gestured with her hand.
Emma got out her phone and opened up a video she’d been sent by one of her friends. Olivia watched the video and was shocked. The video showed Isabella wetting her pants, soaking her jeans - in university, right outside the toilet door.
Olivia glanced over Emma. “What the fuck!”
“I just thought…you know…you might have liked to see it.” Emma said.
“Emma!” Olivia punched Emma’s arm gently. “I guess I did though. Its hot”
Emma smiled back and texted the video to Olivia - Olivia’s phone making a ‘ping’ sound in the process.
Emma then reluctantly asked. “So, how did you know you liked it then?…wetting yourself?”
Olivia had a puzzled look on her face, “Well…um…it was after a night out. I’d never been so desperate before in my life. Honestly I think I leaked all the way home in the taxi.” Olivia let out a quick laugh. “And I thought I’d made it when I got to the toilet but…yeah…it just happened.”
There was a pause and Olivia didn’t like the silence.
“And I guess I liked the feeling.” She said to herself.
Emma fidgeted on the bed. “And now you do it on purpose?”
“Sometimes.” Olivia glanced over in the direction of her ensuite. “I know I’m safe when I’m in here…so yeah.”
There was another pause between the girls.
“Oh right.” Emma replied with a confusing look on her face. If anyone was to understand what she’d done that night on the bus it would be Olivia.
“Whats with all the questions?” Olivia barked back at Emma playfully pushing her.
“Haha, I don’t know.” Emma said lying. She knew this was her chance to open up. She could feel her body starting to sweat.
“Well…the thing is.” Emma continued. Olivia looked across and her ears pricked up.
“I know I don’t have any marks on the accident chart…” Emma paused. “…But I did have an accident.”
Emma looked down and her face turned a dark shade a red in embarrassment. Olivia’s face was frozen. She couldn’t quite believe what she was hearing. She had been desperate for Emma to have an accident out of all the girls and here she was telling it to her - on her own bed.
“Well say something.” Emma was regretting it now, her face burning up.
“What happened?” Olivia replied. She was desperate to know more.
“Umm…it was on the bus home from the hockey game.” Emma said, embarrassed.
“Oh shit! Did anyone see?” Olivia asked.
“No…well…it was outside the bus.” Emma paused once again. “Basically the bus broke down and a few of us needed to pee. I made it to the back of the bus but I just couldn’t stop it.”
“Oh god. I’m so sorry.” Olivia replied quickly making brief eye contact with Emma.
“I’d basically already wet the bus seat anyways…” Emma laughed.
Olivia’s mind was already creating images of Emma squirming in her seat, dribbling in her panties before flooding them behind the bus.
“You don’t have to add it to the chart if you don’t want?…no one will know” Olivia said.
“Oh…I…yeah, can we keep it between us?” Emma replied nervously.
“Sure. That’s okay.” Olivia gently reached over and touched Emma’s arm. “It happens babe, don’t worry.”
Emma wasn’t worried, she’d liked doing it. She knew she needed to tell Olivia, she wanted to tell Olivia. This was her moment.
“I liked it!” Emma blurted out loudly.
There was a pause.
“Wetting…?” Olivia replied slowly. This would be her dream - her crush liked wetting herself.
“Yes.” Emma sighed. “I didn’t know who to tell…and…watching Isabella today” She broke off.
“You sound like me” Olivia joked.
“God…why do I feel like this?” Emma laughed. There was another slight pause between the girls.
“Have you done it again since?…wet yourself?” Olivia asked cautiously.
Emma looked over. “No…” Her mind was racing. “But I guess I wouldn’t be against it you know?”
Olivia’s eyes widened, had she just heard right. Another girl in the same flat as her wanted to have ‘accidents’ - just like she did. It was her chance to dig deeper and see what Emma really wanted.
“Is that why you came to me?” Olivia laughed.
“May be.” A smile escaping from Emma’s lips.
Olivia smiled back. “Well…do you want to have a competition?”
“What do you mean?” Emma said, still smiling.
“Like…a holding competition?” Olivia couldn’t believe she’d just asked Emma that.
Emma fidgeted, “Um…okay.”
“At a certain point in the night, we can’t use the bathroom. And then just see…” Olivia broke off watching Emma’s eyes.
Emma thought for a second, “But what if I can’t hold…?”
“Well that’s the point…you have an accident.” Olivia gently smiled at Emma.
Emma’s mind went back to the time she’d ran off the bus, slowly wetting herself, the warmth around her crotch, the way her pussy throbbed; she did want to feel that again.
“Okay.” Emma replied back.
“Great” Olivia said a little to enthusiastically. “Yeah…so…I’ll keep checking in with you throughout the night.”
Emma looked over, “Sure.”
"Don’t be nervous. If you have an accident… then…you have an accident. It happens.” Olivia quickly fired back.
The girls said their goodbyes and Emma headed back to her room to get ready. Olivia was excited to see a beautiful Emma desperately holding her pee, it would be a dream to her. She knew that she was in for a night to remember. Emma on the other hand, was nervous but very excited.
—-
Once Isabella had returned home to the flat, she escaped into her room and dived on to her bed. She couldn’t believe what she’d just done. She’d pissed her pants at nineteen, it was inexcusable. She’d made an exception for the Halloween accident because she was so drunk but this, disgusting. Isabella had two younger sisters who would get told off if they ever had accidents, who knew what her mum would say if she ever found out about this.
She sat on her bed thinking about it. The warmth, the humiliation. She didn’t even know if she wanted to drink tonight, she probably would but she’d be glad to see her friends, that was for sure. She needed anything or anybody to take her mind off the accident. After some careful deliberation with herself, this was an accident she couldn’t play down, she escaped to the kitchen and added another mark against her name before heading back to her room.
Isabella had slowly started getting ready, putting on a cute white lace top and some black spray on jeans. Her phone had been ‘pinging’ constantly and she knew that it was her friends - probably letting her know they were on their way. Isabella’s friends, Ellie and Hannah had arrived a little early. They marched down the hallway of the flat with plastic bags in their hands filled with bottles of alcohol.
Isabella was sat waiting for them in the kitchen. “Hey!” She shouted, slowly getting up off her stool and giving them hugs.
“This place is so nice.” Hannah remarked, It was her first time seeing the flat.
“That’s because Olivia has cleaned it. It's usually a mess.” Isabella fired back.
The three girls, who were on the same course, had planed to move into a three bedroom house next year. It was small but had a nice feel about it and after everything that had gone on here already, Isabella couldn’t wait to get out and move.
After the quick introductions, both Ellie and Hannah were straight on to the drinks. They poured themselves vodka cokes.
“You want one?” Ellie asked, in the direction of Isabella.
“Sure, why not.” Isabella replied.
Ellie and Hannah were both part of the cheerleading society and had finally convinced Isabella to join. Both were pretty hard partiers, and hard gym goers but knew Isabella would be up for the challenge. Also, neither wanted to bring it up, but both had seen the video of Isabella wetting her jeans in university. It was quite a common thing though on the cheerleading night outs for a girl to wet herself, or pass out and wet the bed.
“I want to get so drunk tonight.” Ellie said.
“Same.” Isabella mumbled. She needed anything to take her mind off things and make her day better.
“Congrats on getting in to cheer society.” Hannah said smiling whilst taking a large sip of her drink.
“Its going to be amazing.” Ellie added.
“Thanks girls.” Isabella said.
They clinked their glasses together and drank.
It wasn’t long before the party was in full swing. Music blasting out in the kitchen and drinks being passed around in all directions. Isabella, Hannah and Ellie were definitely the most drunk, they’d started early and it was catching up with them.
‘down it, down it, down it’ There was then a large cheer from the girls as Isabella had downed another drink. Isabella didn’t know if she could stand up at this point. She stumbled up, gathering her balance and headed towards her room, she was going to be sick.
Ellie and Hannah watched as Isabella made her way out of the kitchen in a hurry. Isabella rushed into her room and then to her ensuite. As she opened the toilet she threw up, it made her tired. She rested her against the toilet seat and closed her eyes.
—-
Charlotte’s start to the party had been a slow one. She’d got dressed and done her makeup in her room by herself. She put on a simple black top with some blue jeans, she was looking forward to the party but was tired from the exams. She also missed having Maddy around, they’d got a lot closer lately and then she’d suddenly just left. Charlotte was being polite, getting involved in the drinking games and trying to talk to as many people as possible. The party started to get interesting after midnight. She observed that Isabella was super drunk along with her friends, and Emma seemed to be drinking a lot, which was super unusual for her.
Charlotte had been playing some drinking games with the girls and then headed back to her room to use the bathroom.
“Charlotte?” She heard her name being called and turned around to see James walking towards her. She’d wanted to avoid him all night. She was still mortified from last time he’d been here.
“Hey…” She said softly.
“You avoiding me?” James fired back, now a step away from her.
“No, just been busy.” There was no denying the flat was busy but she had obviously been avoiding him.
“You’re a bad liar.” James said, with a cheeky smirk on his face. Maddy had always said he was a cheeky guy, and here was the proof.
“Whatever…” Charlotte opened the door to her and entered, also letting James in.
“You’re not going to…you know…?” James’ eyes glancing down at Charlotte’s crotch.
“Fuck off.” Charlotte shut the door to her ensuite and used the toilet, normally.
“At least you made it this time.” Charlotte heard James through the door.
Charlotte washed her hands and went back out into her room.
“What are you doing?” Charlotte remarked, as she saw James looking around her room.
James looked over and sat down on her bed, “I’m just saying hey, you’re the one being weird about everything.”
A frustrated Charlotte went and sat down next to him on the bed, “I’m not. You’re just…invading my space right now.” Ushering him off the bed.
“Fine.” James stood up and walked over the door.
“Why you so bothered anyways?…Just because Maddy isn’t here you want to talk to me?” Charlotte remarked.
James stopped by the door, “What? You were friends? Am I not allowed to talk to you?”
Charlotte walked over to him. “Forget it, people will talk if we stay in here any longer…”
“Talk?” James replied quickly.
Charlotte was getting agitated. “Stop being annoying, your charm won’t work on me like it did with Maddy.”
“Haha. Right on…don’t flatter yourself.” James laughed.
“Maddy did say you liked a girl with legs.” Charlotte snarled back sarcastically, flaunting her long legs in her skin tight jeans.
James scanned Charlotte up and down, he was here for one reason and one reason only - to get her out of her clothes and into bed. |
Back for part two!!
Hope everyone is enjoying the series so far.
CHAPTER 6 - The Flat Party (PART 2)
Hannah and Ellie had followed Isabella, they were slightly worried with the amount she’d drank. The girls followed her from the kitchen, down the corridor and into Isabella’s room.
“Isabella, are you okay?” Hannah quietly shouted as they entered.
“She’s probably passed out.” Ellie remarked.
Isabella was asleep, passed out out on the toilet. Her head was resting against the toilet seat and her legs were sprawled across the floor. Ellie and Hannah observed the situation, and they could even see Isabella’s lips sticking to seat.
“Wipe her mouth” Hannah said.
“Ew” Ellie replied, she quickly got some toilet paper and wiped Isabella’s mouth, cleaning it of any sick.
“We’ve got to get her into bed.” Hannah stated, before continuing. “We can’t leave her in here”
“Fine” Ellie said sarcastically, rolling her eyes.
Hannah gently lifted Isabella’s head and arms, before lifting her body up. Isabella’s arms flopped down as Ellie gently held her back.
“She’s soooo heavy.” Ellie laughed.
The girls dragged Isabella from her ensuite, through her bedroom and on to her bed.
“Lift her feet up.” Hannah said whilst laying her body down across the bed.
Ellie just about managed to get her feet on the bed, and that’s when she saw what was happening.
“Oh no” Ellie whispered under her breath.
“What…?” Hannah looked over at Ellie sternly, but then realised what was happening too. She could feel it as she placed the top of Isabella legs sideways on the bed. The top of her legs were wet and getting warmer.
“Oh god. It’s fucking on me!” Hannah flinched away, as her hand had been in contact with the warm pee.
“May be we should have left her in the bathroom…” Ellie quickly replied, cracking a smile at her own joke.
The girls could then hear muffled hissing, and they watched as Isabella helplessly wet herself, and wet her bed whilst passed out. As the pee left Isabella; gravity took its course as it ran down one side of her legs towards the bed. Her black spray on jeans were in turn getting stuck to her legs. Isabella groaned in her sleep, placing her hand by her bum before letting it fall back on to her bed. The hissing went on a for while.
“Shit, I feel bad for her.” Ellie said whilst heading for the door.
“Yeah…and after what happened today.” Hannah replied.
The girls took one last look back before leaving. They could see a small build up of pee around Isabella’s legs, and one section of her jeans was soaked. It was getting everywhere, she’d soaked herself. Isabella was in for a big shock in the morning.
—-
Charlotte and James were still stood in behind the door, verbally locking horns.
“What can I say, tall girls are attractive.” James edged closer to Charlotte, slightly leaning down over her.
“Now you want to intimidate me?” Charlotte said, now enjoying herself.
“You just won’t let me win.” James sighed as he looked away.
“Nope. Never. Sorry.” Charlotte replied.
James then turned away and put his hand towards the door.
He looked back, “Tall girls in black dresses who piss their pants though…they're something else.” James didn’t know if he’d crossed the line but a smile hung on his face.
“OI! FUCK OFF!” Charlotte’s face went red and she reached for the door handle, meeting James’ hand in the process. She was pressing down hard on his hand.
“Seeing you squirm…” James said whilst laughing to himself.
“You’re not funny.” James was cut off by Charlotte.
Charlotte didn’t want to go behinds Maddy’s back but she knew she needed to relieve some this tension. Charlotte was now so close to James, she could smell the alcohol on his breath.
James who wasn’t fazed by how close they were continued, “It was funny though, crying as you pissed yourself.”
“You’re a dick.” Their eyes met for a single moment. “You sound like you want to see it happen again.”
James then pretended to put his fingers into his mouth and be sick.
“Not dealing with you anymore.” Charlotte snapped as she slightly opened the door, letting herself out.
“Your loss.” James smirked .
“God you’re annoying.” Charlotte whispered under her breath.
“I heard that.” James shouted back as he headed for the door of the flat.
Charlotte hadn’t realised the time and it was getting late, people were already starting to leave the party. She turned back around and headed back into her room, quickly getting undressed, throwing her clothes on the floor, before diving into her bed.
—-
Emma was now at breaking point as she watched as the final guests leave slowly from the party, finally making their way outside of the flat. She must have been holding her pee for at least a few hours, if not more.
Emma remembered what Olivia had said and rushed to the kitchen. It was super late and Emma really just wanted to go to bed but didn’t want to lose the competition. Holding her pee for this long had even made her abdomen hurt.
Olivia had seen Emma racing to the kitchen and wasn’t far behind. She too had a full bladder and knew if she lost her focus, she would wet herself. Although, observing Emma’s state had made her feel better, as she saw that Emma was wincing.
Emma sat on the sofa, waiting for Olivia to join her. Her hand was firmly jammed into her crotch. She quickly undid the button on her denim shorts, trying to ease the pain but it didn’t really help. She’d never been this desperate and she was so horny, the holding made it worse. Emma slid back into the sofa and without realising, was slowly moving her hand up and down against her denim shorts.
‘Ohh’ she moaned as she dribbled a little into her white panties. Emma felt warmth around her crotch. All she wanted to do was cum.
‘Ohhh’ she moaned again, this time a little louder accidentally letting out a longer spurt. The relief had been sensational but she quickly realised she’d left a little wet spot on her denim shorts - they’d gone a darker blue.
Emma’s relief was broken as a desperate Olivia entered the kitchen, jumping on to the sofa and sitting directly next to Emma. Olivia instantly looked across and could see the worried look on Emma face, also observing how hard she was jamming her hand into her crotch.
That drew her attention to the tiny darker spot on Emma’s shorts; despite Emma doing to her best to cover it with her hand. Seeing the wet spot had only turned Olivia on even more.
“You’ve already wet yourself!!” Olivia blurted out.
“It was only a little dribble.” Emma replied quickly whilst slowly letting some more out. She knew she was on the verge of a full blown accident.
“Wow, look at your bladder.” Olivia said. She then moved her hand across and placed it just above Emma’s shorts. Gently pressing inwards in the hope Emma would start leaking more.
“Nooo, don’t do that.” Emma couldn’t stop it and she was continuing to dribble in her panties. The warmth spreading across her shorts making her pussy throb.
“Please…!” Emma moaned. Olivia knew Emma was slowly wetting her pants.
Olivia then confidently moved her hand down and entered Emma’s shorts, still keeping the pressure on. Emma looked down and was scared but had no energy to stop Olivia.
“What are you doing?” Emma said whilst wincing, desperately trying to hold her pee. Olivia’s hand had now breached Emma’s white panties. Olivia could feel the dampness.
“You’re soaked.” Olivia remarked quietly, knowing Emma’s panties weren’t the only thing that were wet. Emma then moaned sharply as Olivia gently rubbed the top of her clit.
The sensations were sending Emma’s mind into overdrive and she didn’t want Olivia to stop. With every rub from Olivia, she couldn’t stop letting out more pee, she was wetting herself. Whilst biting her lip, Olivia rubbed harder. She could see Emma’s body was slowly starting to shake.
Emma’s dribbles had now become streams and long spurts, she had well and truly given in. She was sat in a warm puddle of pee on the sofa with her bum and the backs of her legs constantly getting warmer with the release of more pee.
Olivia was rubbing as hard as she could whilst Emma was spraying pee all over her hand. Emma knew that she was about to cum. She was digging her nails into the material of the sofa, clinging on for dear life.
“Ohhh Olivia…don’t stop!!” Emma cried out whilst cumming. All the tension that she’d built up throughout the night had finally been released, it was ecstasy.
Watching Emma cum had made Olivia incredibly horny. Olivia couldn’t help herself and leant across, aiming for Emma’s red lipstick, then crashing her lips into Emma’s. In an instant, the two of them were mouth to mouth - kissing hard as Emma was still cumming. Olivia gently moved her now soaked hand from Emma’s pussy and slid herself on top of Emma.
Their lips were locked, and fighting - Emma pushing back just as hard as Olivia was pushing. They gently banged noses, and Olivia pulled away.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean too…” Olivia froze and broke off.
“Olivia…I” Emma had no response to what had just happened either. She was still trying to process it in her mind when Olivia leant forward and crashed her lips back into Emma’s. Olivia was grinding her body on Emma’s. Throughout the whole of Emma’s orgasm, Olivia’s desperation had reached breaking point. Her thong was now soaked with pee, as she’d leaked. Olivia couldn’t stop her slow dribbles and as she rubbed her body slowly on Emma’s, she starting wetting herself.
She could feel the warm spread around her crotch, and as she was fighting with Emma’s lips and tongue, moaned to herself. The pee ran down her legs, and on to Emma’s legs. It was escaping in all directions - the relief was what Olivia needed.
The girls stopped kissing as Emma pulled herself back, she thought she might be wetting herself again as she could feel warm pee on her upper legs but realised it wasn’t her as she saw Olivia was gently biting her bottom lip. Emma put both her arms round Olivia and slid her dress up a little, over exposing her bum, crotch and thong.
Emma looked down and could Olivia’s pee racing out of her thong in all directions with another big stream falling straight downwards on to her own legs. Olivia then found Emma’s hand and placed hers into it before tilting her head back and clenching hard. Olivia moaned slightly and there was an audible hiss. Emma couldn’t take her eyes off Olivia’s crotch, seeing the pee fire out in all directions was making her horny again.
“I can’t stop.” Olivia mumbled.
“Don’t stop.” Emma whispered back into Olivia’s ear.
Emma didn’t want her to stop, the pee was now flowing down her legs and then into the sofa. The girls crashed their lips together for one final time before they both quickly pulled away as they heard a voice in the hallway.
Olivia jumped off Emma, “Shit! We need to clean up.” She said franticly.
Emma got up and looked down at her denim shorts, it was obvious she’d wet herself and she could even feel the warm droplets slowly falling down her legs from Olivia’s accident.
“I’ll get some paper towels.” Emma replied.
The girls spent the next five minutes racing around, trying to dry the sofa, and dry up any pee that had made it on to the floor. Olivia had grabbed the bleach out a cupboard and done her best to make everything look presentable again.
“The sofa will dry, we can leave it.” Olivia said, looking over at Emma.
“If you say so.” Emma replied with a smile.
As the girls left the kitchen, Olivia grabbed Emma’s hand directing her into her room, quickly closing the door behind her.
“Stay with me?” Olivia said nervously before continuing, “Tonight…well…its been like the best night of my life.”
Emma’s mind was racing and couldn’t lie, she too had enjoyed the night. “Okay…”
—-
Isabella had never felt so bad in her life when waking up. Her throat was dry, she had banging headache and her muscles felt numb. She looked over at her phone to see a handful of messages but she could check them later, she wanted a shower first. She gently moved her moved her body to the side, trying to slide off the bed.
‘Wait. What?’ Her mind was trying to process something. Her hand shot down to her crotch, as her crotch area felt heavy and warm.
‘No no no. SHIT.’ Isabell shot up, this had woken her up, her mind was racing. She completely froze as she examined the duvet, realising there was a stain. She then carefully lifted her bum off the bed and felt the area, it was still a tiny bit damp. Not only that, the backs of her legs were a little damp, with a stain on, a pee stain.
‘Oh my god’ Isabella jumped off the bed, pulling her duvet off, she’d wet the bed, and badly. She felt the back of her white laced top and it was also damp, everything felt damp to her. She quickly slipped her top and spray on jeans off, and stood naked in her room. She was in shock.
‘I’ve pissed the bed’ she thought to herself.
‘I’ve pissed the fucking bed’ she said it out loud. Isabella didn’t know what to do. She could now see how soaked her panties were from the accident. This must’ve been the worst twenty-four hours of her life. She’d gone from having an accident outside the toilet door in university to wetting her own bed.
She needed to sort this problem, and quick.
—-
Emma bolted upright as she woke up, quickly realising where she was. It wasn’t like she’d never shared a bed with a girl before but not in this capacity. She was lying and could feel the warmth from Olivia’s body. She quickly slid the duvet off and got up, looking down and her soaked denim shorts - ‘fuck’. She looked over to see Olivia still fast asleep as she quickly headed for the door, naked, holding her wet denim shorts, black laced top and soaked white panties.
“Don’t go.” Olivia whispered across the room.
Emma turned back quickly, “Babe…I need to shower.”
“Just ten more minutes” Olivia pushed her luck.
A smile rose on Emma’s lips. “Okay.”
Emma slid herself back into Olivia’s bed, moving herself over to where Olivia had kept it warm. The girls gently wrapping their arms around one another. Emma drifted back to sleep thinking about her night, what a night it was. |
Sorry for the long delay.
Here’s the next instalment. This this is the penultimate chapter.
CHAPTER 7 - Isabella’s Secret
A few weeks after the party, normality had resumed in the flat and the girls had gone back to their routines. All the girls had been disappointed with their exam results, except Emma who had done exceptionally well. Despite this, the accident chart had been ripped off the wall before the party and never made its way back up. Its days were numbered though and Olivia had no intention of putting it back up after everything that’d happened. It was starting to distance some of the girls from each other, and that was never the plan - it was meant to be a joke and some fun.
Two girls who had got closer through it were Emma and Olivia, and it was becoming more of a regular occurrence that Emma would slip out of her room and join Olivia in bed for the night. They hadn’t kissed much or done anything pee related since that night at the party but both wanted too and knew it was coming.
Emma checked her phone, and the time was 12:30am. She carefully slid out of her bed, trying to make as little noise as possible, and stumbled to her feet. She took off her grey joggers and baggy hoodie, and found a cute white laced bra and panties. After changing, she grabbed her phone and made her way down the corridor to Olivia’s room.
Olivia left the door slightly ajar so Emma could enter without making any sound, and Emma did so. Olivia could hear as Emma slid her feet across the room before eventually reaching the side of the bed, lifting the duvet up and sliding herself in.
“Hey.” Emma whispered.
“Thought you weren’t going to come.” Olivia quickly replied, gently placing her arm round Emma’s.
“You know I was coming…I just get worried that the other girls will catch me.” Emma said with a saddened look on her face.
“Don’t think about them, they don’t matter.” Olivia then gently pushed her body against Emma’s.
Emma let out a sigh and pushed back, hard.
“Your body on mine feels so good.” Olivia said whilst simultaneously moaning. Olivia knew that these moments with Emma were Emma’s first proper experiences with a girl and so wanted to make them as special as possible - but also had in the back of her mind that she wanted to recreate the first night they’d had.
The girls continued to push their bodies against each other and whilst this was happening Olivia ran her hands down Emma’s back, digging her nails in. Emma’s gentle moaning was getting Olivia wet and so she pushed her lips hard into Emma’s, the both of them fighting for air. The kissing was wet and sloppy, but neither wanted to stop. Olivia continued to lead. She eased herself on top of Emma and gently started kissing Emma’s neck whilst gently rubbing on Emma’s clit with her fingers.
Emma’s head was full, her mind was racing. She didn’t want it to stop, but what she hadn’t told Olivia is that she was desperate to pee, very desperate. All the kissing and grinding had made her super desperate.
“I need…to pee” Emma mumbled out quietly whilst moaning.
Olivia didn’t hear what Emma had said, and continued to drive her lips into Emma’s neck.
“Olivia…OLIVIA!” Emma’s voice got gradually louder.
Olivia stopped quickly. “Shit! You okay?”
Their eyes met.
“Yeah…I…its amazing. I just need to pee right now.” Emma said without taking a breathe, looking up Olivia.
“You need to pee?” Olivia replied with a question. Olivia then knew exactly what she wanted to see. “How about we play a game?”
Emma’s eyes softened for a moment as she felt warmth on her crotch. She had leaked.
“Olivia…I really need to go.” Emma panted out her words.
“How bad?” Olivia fired back, looking down over Emma. She pushed her hand into Emma’s abdomen before moving it down and gently feeling Emma’s white panties.
“You’re already wet!!” Olivia jumped off the bed and grabbed Emma’s hand, dragging her across the room into the ensuite - the girls ending up in the shower.
“Aw…are you about to have an accident?” Olivia asked, but she already knew Emma was about to wet herself. She wanted to make her suffer. She pushed her lips back into Emma’s and cupped her hand round Emma’s crotch. Emma’s kissing became wetter and sloppier as she tried to push her legs together, stopping the pee. She could feel the warmth on her crotch, and how it was quickly spreading to her bum and thighs.
“Are you having and accident?” Olivia could feel her hand getting warmer, the pee was rushing through Emma’s white panties. Emma’s legs then widened a little and she had fully given in. There was a loud hissing and pee filled in Emma’s panties before running down her legs in all directions. Olivia then pressed on Emma’s clit causing her to orgasm hard, she had to cover her mouth as she wanted to scream out.
Once again, watching Emma cum, had sent Olivia over the edge. She tilted her head back and placed Emma’s hand on her crotch - Emma’s hand instantly got warm. Olivia moaned quietly as she stood peeing through her cotton panties. She never got old of this feeling, the warmth spreading round her crotch and down her legs. It make her cum in a second.
The girls then proceeded to kiss in the shower, gently using their hands to caress the others body. They found a rhythm and neither wanted to stop, but their lips were broken apart as they heard one of the other girls walking down the hallway into the kitchen, presumably for a midnight snack.
Olivia and Emma quickly slid out of their panties and wiped themselves down, their eyes locked on each other throughout. Emma then joined Olivia back in bed, both girls were extremely satisfied with how the night had ended.
—-
Oblivious to what had happened last night in the room next door to her, Isabella woke up in a panic. Her mum and one of her sisters were coming to visit, but she’d massively overslept, and was meant to meet them in town in thirty minutes. She quickly got out of bed, and rushed out of her room to the kitchen to grab some breakfast. It was still quite early, and Isabella sat peacefully in her underwear eating a fried egg, on a piece of brown toast.
Once back in her room, she quickly did her make-up, still angry with herself that she’d slept through her alarm, and then threw on some black leggings and a yellow hoodie which also happened to be the nearest item that she could reach. She made sure she put her phone and purse in her bag and headed for the door.
‘Fuck, should’ve used the toilet’ She thought to her herself, as she walked through the flat car park heading towards the bus stop. She’d been so rushed to get ready that she hadn’t used the toilet and could feel her bladder already starting to hurt a little. She quickly checked her phone, and realised she was definitely going to be late.
Isabella sat on the bus bouncing her legs as she headed towards town. Three stops to go…two stops to go…one stop to go. The bus then pulled up to her stop and she quickly got off, racing in the direction of some shops where her mum had instructed they should meet.
Isabella spotted her younger sister first, seventeen year old Josie, who was stood casually outside the shoe shop tapping away on her phone, whilst holding a large drink in her other hand. Despite being two years younger than Isabella, Josie was already the same height. Her wavy brown hair was down by her shoulders and she was wearing a cute black top with black flares on, showing the length of her legs.
“Hey’ Isabella called out and looked over. “JOSIE!?”
Josie turned her head and finally saw Isabella.
“Hey” Josie said, quickly shuffling her feet over to Isabella and giving her a hug.
Isabella then followed by giving her mum a hug and a peck on the cheek.
“Whats the plan for today then?” Isabella asked, directing the question to her mum.
“Up to you sweetie.” Her mum replied quickly.
“Well I think we wanted to go shopping for a bit” Isabella gestured across to Josie before continuing. “And then we can watch a movie…may be?”
“Sound good to me.” Josie replied.
“Okay. Well I’ll either be at the café downstairs or doing some shopping too.” Isabella’s mum said whilst ushering them off towards the shops.
The girls quickly sped off, heading towards a shop they wanted to go in; then going to the basement to find the woman’s section of the shop. Isabella had briefly scanned the signs when entering in case there was a toilet but she couldn’t see any directions for one. ‘I’ll just go at the cinema.’ she thought to herself.
The girls were checking out some jeans when Josie started talking.
“So…any new boys then?”
Isabella recognised Josie’s intrusive tone. “Nope. Sorry”
“Such a liar.” Josie fired back. “Didn’t you have a flat party a few weeks ago?”
Any memories of the party flashed back through Isabella’s mind, she was desperately trying to avoid the memory of her waking up in a soaked bed.
“Oh god. Yeah we did.” Isabella said. “Was wild…”
“What happened? Tell me all?” Josie was excited.
“I drank waaaayyy too much…” Isabella chuckled to herself without finishing her sentence.
“And..?” Josie replied.
“Want to know a secret.” Isabella quickly said, looking at Josie.
“Yes.” Josie’s eyes widened.
“I passed out.” Isabella paused. “And pissed my bed.” At least Josie didn’t know about her halloween incident or university wetting.
“Ew. What the fuck!” Josie was initially shocked but then started laughing to herself. “You wet the bed!?”
“Haha, shit happens.” Isabella replied whilst blushing to herself.
“Wow. You’re disgusting.” Josie pushed her lips together. “Can’t believe you pissed yourself at nineteen.”
The conversation quickly changed; Isabella and Josie then spent another hour looking round the shop before being summoned by their mum to come back upstairs. The film they wanted to see was starting shortly and they needed to get there. Isabella knew there would be a toilet at the cinema but by the time they’d made the walk, bought her sister another drink and queued for tickets, they had to rush straight in - as they sat down the film was literally starting.
Isabella started getting very desperate towards the end of the film. To add to this, she had to watch her sister drink her ice tea next to her. Isabella had been holding her pee since this morning and it was now early afternoon. As soon as the film finished she darted off to the toilets saying she’d meet them both back in the reception. She finally got to the toilets but to Isabella’s horror, they were out of order. ‘Fuck.’ She thought to herself.
Isabella wasn’t sure if she’d make it home without having an accident but she knew getting back was her only option right now. The car journey was agony, and she’d definitely leaked a little. Luckily though, her black leggings would hide it for now.
Josie leaned over, realising what was going on.
“I’m so desperate. I haven’t peed at all today.” Isabella whispered as she dug her hand into her crotch.
“Don’t go pissing your pants again.” Josie snarled back with a rise smile on her face.
Isabella was starting to really panic as her mum pulled up into the car park. They walked to the entrance of the flat and Isabella couldn’t hold it, she could feel little streaks off pee running down her legs, the material of her leggings then sticking to her legs. She knew she had a matter of moments to get to the toilet.
Isabella reigned some composure, and quickly guided her mum and sister up the stairs, and along the corridor. As she was doing this, she discreetly felt the back of her leggings and could feel the wetness. She let out another spurt, the warm pee pooling in her panties before running down her legs. Isabella knew she was about to have a full blown accident in front of her mum and sister.
Isabella opened the door to her room and that’s when she saw it. The back of Josie’s flares came into Isabella’s view and they glistened a little, around her bum. Isabella thought for a second, there was no denying Josie had drank a lot today, Isabella already knew that; she had seen her with at least two ice tea’s. But after a whole day of teasing about wetting the bed, was Josie about to have her own accident.
Isabella then observed Josie’s flares glisten again, this time a lot more. In a flash, Josie’s hand move down to her crotch. She must’ve been desperate for so long.
“OH FUCK. MOVE.” Josie yelled at her mum who was blocking the entrance to the ensuite but it was really no use. Isabella could see Josie biting her life and then could make out the front of Josie’s flares, seeing streaks of pee running down her legs. Josie was wetting herself. Isabella couldn’t believe it.
As Josie entered the ensuite there was an audible hissing, and pee was flowing down her flares and legs at an uncontrollable rate. The warmth spreading everywhere.
“NO NO…OH GOD…MUM” Josie cried out as she stood their pissing herself, the pee splattering as it hit the floor of Isabella’s ensuite. Josie finally yanked down her flares and sat on the toilet, letting out the remaining pee but the damage was already done.
“FUCK. I…” Josie couldn’t speak. She was soaked.
“Aw Josie. Why didn’t you say something?” The mum said whilst trying to figure out a solution to the mess she’d made. She had no idea about Isabella’s situation.
This whole accident hadn’t helped Isabella’s desperation one bit. She had no idea what to, but in the heat of the moment, she dived into her bed. As soon the duvet was covering her, she fired pee into her already wet black leggings, soaking herself, and her sheets. She couldn’t stop peeing but managed to stop for a second to pull her leggings off, before continuing. She could feel the warmth round her bum, thighs and legs, it took her right back to the accident she’d had in university.
Once she’d finished, she leant off the side of the bed and picked up a pair of grey joggers laying on the floor. She quickly used the duvet to dry herself and then slid the fresh pair of joggers on before getting out of bed and wondering over to the ensuite.
“Sorry I was just changing, but I’m kinda of desperate too.” Isabella smirked at Josie, who had tears in her eyes and was drying her legs with toilet paper. Her soaked flares just laying on the floor. Both Josie and the mum left the ensuite briefly to let Isabella use the toilet but neither knew what Isabella had really done - and Isabella wanted to keep it that way. |
So here’s the final chapter for now.
I want to carry on with the series and bring some new characters in… whilst having the old characters return occasionally, what does everyone think??
CHAPTER 8 - Maddy’s Return
The first year of university had finished. The girls had made it through and would be expecting exam results some time in the summer. The accommodation building was starting to empty out, with the majority of students going home but Emma, Charlotte and Isabella remained. Olivia had already said her goodbye’s to everyone a few days before, she was jetting off to Italy with her family.
Emma had sort of missed Olivia for the past couple of days but they’d never really discussed their relationship together so was starting to assume Olivia was just in it for the fun. Emma knew that she too was in it for the fun but also had started to like Olivia; after all it had been her that had somewhat got her into the whole wetting business.
This was the girls final evening before all heading home tomorrow, all three sat round the kitchen counter, with drinks in their hands. They’d been invited to Ellie’s cheerleading social at her flat. She currently lived in a flat with eight other students and so had the most space for a party. Isabella was super excited for it but definitely didn’t want a repeat of the last time she‘d partied with Ellie.
The girls had started drinking and were now waiting for Maddy to turn up. Charlotte had invited her back, and at first she didn’t seem that keen but suddenly changed her mind when Charlotte mentioned that Olivia was already away on holiday.
“I’m so excited to see her.” Charlotte said. “It's literally been months.”
“I know. We’ve needed this catch up.” Isabella quickly replied, half interested.
“Yeah. We can get the gossip on what’s she’s been doing.” Charlotte said, looking back at Isabella.
There was a pause between the girls before Isabella asked her question. Isabella had also invited a friend who she was waiting for to turn up.
“Do you think she’ll come in an outfit?” Isabella asked.
It wasn’t specifically a fancy dress party, but both Olivia and Isabella had matching cheerleading costumes on. Red and white striped bra, with a red and white striped miniskirt. You can imagine how much leg, and bum they were showing off. Saying this, Charlotte defiantly pulled the outfit off better as she had a slimmer physique. The girls also had matching white trainers on and a black bow in their hair to keep it up. Emma hadn’t fully got the memo about the costumes but looked just as good in a pink bra top with white shorts.
“I don’t think so…but I actually can’t wait for this party.” Charlotte remarked, taking a sip of her drink.
“Its going to be a crazy one. That’s for sure” Emma said, her mind also flashing back to the last time she partied with Ellie. She’d truly found her love for wetting that night.
“Definitely” Isabella said whilst changing the song on her phone.
Charlotte got up from her stool and brought over the vodka and coke, and without asking topped up the girls drinks. Isabella’s phone then ‘pinged’ over the portable speaker.
“Lainey’s here!” Isabella remarked excitedly.
Isabella quickly shot up from her stool and raced out of the kitchen. Emma and Charlotte could hear her as she crashed open the door and started shouting excitedly. It was only a matter of moments before she came crashing back into the flat and through the kitchen door.
Emma’s jaw dropped when she saw Lainey come through the door. Lainey had dressed like an eighties fitness instructor, with a red leotard on, and grey sparkly tights - not to mention her huge hooped earrings. Lainey was only about an inch taller than Emma and both girls had a very similar physique. Things only started to get better for Emma when Isabella introduced her to the group.
“She’s just broken up with her girlfriend so…she’s out to have some fun tonight.” Isabella said, and those were the only words that Emma had really taken in.
The girls all quickly introduced each other and started to drink again. About five minutes into the drinking, Charlotte got a text.
“Maddy will meet us their!!” She shouted over the music.
That was the sign for the girls to sort themselves out and head to the party.
—-
As soon as the girls reached the party, they knew it was going to be a wild one. They could already hear the music blasting out and could see lights flashing as they approached Ellie’s flat. Both Charlotte and Isabella were already very drunk and stumbled through the court yard before entering the flat.
Isabella was greeted as soon as she walked through the door.
“You made it!” Hannah shouted at Isabella, then immediately scanned Isabella’s and Charlotte’s outfits. “Oh my god…I love your outfits. Look so good!!”
Hannah was wearing something very similar to Isabella and Charlotte. She had the university cheer kit on, which was a purple and white bra top, with white shorts that had purple stripe across. Isabella had also observed the Hannah’s outfit, she didn’t want to admit it but she thought her own and Charlotte’s looked better.
“Yours looks amazing too.” Isabella said unconvincingly.
“Well don’t just stand there, come inside and get a drink.” Hannah ushered the girls through the hallway and lead them to the kitchen. The kitchen had been turned into a makeshift disco area. Loud music was playing, drinks were scattered around everywhere and lights were flashing from all the corners.
“ISABELLA!!” Ellie shouted, from the other side of the room.
Isabella and Hannah made their way over towards Ellie, whilst Charlotte had dragged Emma and Lainey to get more drinks.
“So glad you could make it.” Ellie said whilst giving Isabella a hug.
“Same. You lot know how to party.” Isabella replied.
“Lets hope you don’t have another accident." Ellie said jokingly, prodding Isabella in the process.
Isabella blushed. “Shhh…someone might hear.”
“Can’t deny it was a funny though.” Hannah said whilst laughing.
“Not when she was pissing on us.” Ellie laughed back.
“Stop it!” Isabella said through gritted teeth.
“We’re only messing with you. Shit happens.” Ellie broke off for a second. “Some cheerleader will definitely piss herself tonight. Look at us, we’re already fucked.”
Isabella knew that Ellie had only said that to make her feel better, but it left her with some comfort.
“Come on then, let’s party.” Hannah shouted, whilst grabbing Isabella’s hand and dragging her into the circle to dance.
—-
It was already well past midnight and into the early hours of the morning but the party was still in full flow. Emma wasn’t a natural party girl and needed regular air to cool herself down from all the dancing. She made her way outside down the back fire escape and felt her arm being yanked. Emma froze for a second.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you!” A blonde girl who was sat to the side suddenly stood up.
“FUCK! I thought I was being attacked.” Emma gasped for air.
“Sorry.” She said whilst pressing her lips together. “I’m Daisy.”
“I’m Emma.” Emma observed Daisy quickly, she was wearing the same outfit that Ellie and Hannah had been wearing, with a full face of make up and red lipstick - not to mention her bleached blonde hair. Emma assumed she was part of the cheer team. She also noticed that Daisy looked very drunk, she was holding onto the railing, helping herself to stay upright.
“Do you know where the toilets are?…There was a massive queue inside and…” Daisy’s hand shot down to her crotch. “I’m literally about to pee myself.”
Emma was taken aback by the question. It also somewhat explained why Daisy was struggling to stand up, and now she pushing her knees together.
“Erm…I don’t know.” Emma looked around hopelessly. “It was so busy inside.”
“Oh god!” Daisy said, franticly trying to hold her pee in. She was now swaying slowly from side to side, doing all she could to stop her pee coming out.
Emma knew that Daisy was seriously desperate, and quickly scanned around again. “Wait…let’s go down. There’s no one around at the moment.”
Daisy nodded and tip toed down the fire escape while Emma followed. It was only ten or so steps before they reached the ground.
“Oh god… nooo…I can’t get caught.” Daisy said, she was leaning back against the brick of the building. The girls could hear the chatter from around the corner, presumably people stood outside smoking.
“Its fine.” Emma wasn’t sure why she’d said that, but she was trying her best to comfort Daisy - after-all she too had been in this position before.
“No…you don’t understand.” Daisy paused for a moment. “Wetting yourself on the cheer team isn’t an option.”
Emma raised her eyebrows at Daisy.
“OH SHIT.” Daisy cried out. Daisy then proceeded to lift her skirt to check the damage. Emma could make out a small round wet spot on her panties.
“If the cheer captain finds out…” Daisy broke off and her eyes widened. She had leaked again, but this time a lot more, the warmth of the pee reached her bum, and the back of her thighs. Her legs were tightly crossed but Emma could still make out the droplets of pee streaking down her bare legs.
“HELP. I’m pissing my pants.” Daisy’s voice sounded so desperate. Emma knew though that deep down there was nothing she could really do.
“FUCK…” Daisy pushed her hands harder into her crotch but it did nothing. The warmth was spreading around her crotch once again and now down her legs. She was now fully pissing her pants. Emma watched as the dribbles turned into streams, running down the front and back of her legs. Daisy’s legs crept opened for a second and large stream shot straight down towards the ground.
Daisy looked sternly at Emma. “You can’t tell anyone about this! NO ONE!”
“I promise I won’t.” Emma quickly replied. Emma was curious as to what would happen if the cheer captain found out.
“Shit. I need to dry my legs.” Daisy said under her breath.
Using her initiative, Emma quickly ran towards the bins and found a small piece of cloth before coming back.
“This’ll have to do.” Emma said nervously whilst giving the cloth to Daisy.
Daisy then slid off her soaked panties and threw them behind a bush.
“I hope no one finds those.” Daisy said whilst blushing.
“So…what does the cheer captain do?” Emma asked politely.
Daisy looked up. “What? If they find you’ve had an accident?”
“Yeah?” Emma said.
“They put you in Nappies. NAPPIES!” Daisy broke off. “Nine girls had accidents this year and had to face that punishment.”
Emma was shocked. “Oh wow.”
“Yeah…and it’s through the day.” Daisy continued. “If you have another accident in them…you have to keep them on.”
“That’s humiliating.” Emma was still shocked.
“Yeah…so…we better get back inside.” Daisy said whilst starting to climb back up the fire escape. The girls then made their way back inside to the party.
—-
As Daisy had found out, there were only two toilets available in the flat, but due to the number of students who had turned up to the party, and the amount people were drinking, there were large queues. She had been the unlucky one that hadn’t made it. After Daisy’s accident, Emma had returned inside and started dancing with Lainey, and Isabella.
“Where’s Charlotte?” Emma shouted over to Isabella.
“She went to the toilet.” Isabella shouted back.
Emma didn’t know what to think after the ordeal she’d just seen but she did worry a little if Charlotte would even make it.
“Okay.” Emma replied. “How long’s she been gone for?”
“I don’t know…like ten minutes may be?” Isabella was far too drunk to be counting the exact minutes that Charlotte had been gone for.
“Right.” Emma said.
“Why you so concerned anyways? Isabella fired back. “She’ll be fine.”
“Doesn’t matter.” Emma broke off.
Emma had every right to be concerned. Charlotte had been stood waiting for the toilet for over fifteens minutes, but the line hadn’t moved. Apparently, the two toilets had been separated, one for girls, one for boys - which made no sense to Charlotte. She was starting to get very desperate, she hadn’t felt pressure in her bladder like this since the time she wet her black dress in front of Maddy and James.
Charlotte looked around and could see that many of the other girls were struggling too. At lot of them doing a little pee dance and tightly crossing their legs. One of the girls then shouted from the front of the queue.
‘You won’t believe this!! Gabi has pissed her pants!’
There was an initial streak of laughter but that quickly died down when all the girls in the queue realised it could be them next. Charlotte then panicked as she felt warmth on her crotch, and the top of her legs, she knew she was about to have an accident in front of everyone.
James had spotted Charlotte from a distance, her long legs were easily recognisable in the outfit. He raced over.
“Quick!!” James grabbed her arm. He then pulled her down the corridor, round a few corners before entering a room.
Charlotte had realised who it was. “JAMES!!”
James’ pulling hadn’t helped her and she’d definitely dribbled, she could feel that the pee had breached her panties and was now dribbling down her legs.
“James!!…I’m peeing myself.” Charlotte cried out as she felt the warmth of the pee reach her bum. She then realised James had dragged her into a bathroom - she threw herself on to the toilet, lifting up her skirt in the process.
James watched Charlotte as she realised pee through her panties and into the toilet.
“Feels so good.” Charlotte sighed.
“You might want to wipe you legs.” James remarked.
“I know…I can see.” Charlotte replied aggressively.
“At least you weren’t the first…and you won’t be the last…honestly.” James said.
“What do you mean?” Charlotte replied, with a tear now forming in her eye.
“These cheerleaders…” James went on.
“Huh?” Charlotte said confused.
“That girl…Gabi.” James said.
“I don’t follow.” Charlotte said, still looking confused.
“They do it on purpose.” James stated. “If you…you know…pee yourself, they make you wear a nappy.”
“What the fuck. That’s crazy.” Charlotte had her mouth open in shock.
“Yeah…and they make you hold it for hours.” James said.
Charlotte just shook her head. She then pulled some toilet paper off the role and started wiping her legs.
“How do I look?” Charlotte asked whilst standing up. “Can you notice?”
“You look sexy!” James replied with a smile on his face.
Just as the two of them got up and headed to leave the flat, Maddy stood in the doorway. James had no idea that Maddy would be coming to the party.
“Its not what you think.” James paused. “I was just helping her…errr…clean up.”
“Yeah sure.” Maddy said sarcastically.
“Honestly.” James replied.
“Care to explain?” Maddy said whilst glaring at Charlotte.
“Its true…” Charlotte stopped as she locked eyes with Maddy.
“Well…my best friend and my…ex-boyfriend are coming out of an empty room together at a party. So will one of you tell me what’s going on?” Maddy raised her voice.
“I pissed myself…” Charlotte blurted out. “…Again.”
Maddy rolled her eyes. “You’re disgusting.”
“James saved me…” Charlotte said whilst looking across at James.
“You know what…you two look good together.” Maddy stopped to look at Charlotte. “You invite me back and want to treat me like this. I’m off.” Maddy turned and walked away.
James couldn’t lie to himself, Maddy had looked extremely hot in her high waisted blue jeans but right now, he had Charlotte to deal with. He waited for Maddy to be out of sight, and gently leant across and pushed his lips hard into Charlotte’s. The two of them stood their kissing. With one foot, Charlotte pushed the door closed before breaking her lips from James.
“Who’s room is this?” She asked.
“Its mine.” James replied.
Charlotte smiled.
—-
It was early morning and the party was finally starting to die down. Emma was stood at the door waiting for Lainey to return; who was looking for Isabella. Many of the cheerleaders and students had crashed out and were starting to head home. Isabella had been dragged away by Ellie and Hannah some time ago and hadn’t returned. Lainey came back into view and shuffled back over to Emma.
“I can’t find Isabella anywhere.” Lainey said.
“I can walk you back, I’m going home anyway.” Emma replied back. The truth was, she wanted to walk Lainey back. Emma still couldn’t get over how attractive Lainey was, if only she had the confidence to tell her.
“Can I use the toilet quickly?” Lainey asked.
“I heard it was blocked…?” Emma wasn’t sure if that was true, but she had seen that there was a massive queue.
Lainey winced, “Hmm…okay. I’ll try and hold it.”
Lainey then continued, “How longs the walk?”
“Fifteen minutes.” Emma paused. “Will you be okay?” Not that Emma would ever admit it but after seeing Daisy wet her cheerleading costume earlier in the evening, the perverted side of her wanted Lainey to soak her red leotard and grey sparkly tights.
“I think so.” Lainey said back with a brave face. She wasn’t even sure how much she’d drank but all she knew its that she was absolutely desperate to pee.
The two girls left, and walked through the car park, heading home.
“What a crazy party.” Emma said, to make conversation.
“Yeah…I know…Isabella parties hard haha.” Lainey replied.
“Tell me about it.” Emma sighed.
The girls chatted and laughed as they walked home. The sky was already brightening up a little, showing how early it was. Emma even felt a trickle of sweat on her forehead, the air was thick and it was still hot outside. Emma had observed that Lainey seemed to be doing well for the first ten minutes of the walk but it all changed only a few minutes away from the apartment.
“We’re nearly there.” Emma remarked.
Lainey had never been this desperate before in her life, nor had she ever peed herself before.
“I’m so desperate.” Lainey stopped in her tracks. “Give me a second.”
Emma watched as Lainey pushed her legs hard together. Emma could literally see the gate out the corner of her eye, which was the entrance to the apartment blocks
“I’m fine…” Lainey said lying to herself.
Lainey had only just met Emma earlier this evening and really didn’t want to cause a scene, or have an accident for that matter. Her eyes then shot wide open as some pee dribbled out. Lainey acknowledged this by taking a longer step and wiggling her legs but she continued to walk.
Lainey was relieved when they finally got through the gate. She was too embarrassed to say anything to Emma but she had definitely dribbled a bit more. She sort of knew at this point, the little wet spot on her red leotard had grown, she could feel some wetness on her tights.
Emma opened the door and let Lainey in. Emma didn’t want to say anything either but she too could the darker patches on Lainey’s leotard - it was making her extremely horny. Emma checked out Lainey’s bum whilst they walked up the stairs and saw the slight damp patches on Lainey’s sparkly grey leggings glisten ever so slightly. Lainey was wetting herself.
Lainey felt a single streak run down from her bum and down her legs to her knees. Emma pretended like she hadn’t seen.
“How are you doing?” Emma asked. “My room is that one…it’s unlocked.” Pointing towards her door.
“I’m okay…thanks.” It was all Lainey could get out as she felt another streak run down her leg. The pee was starting to pool in her red leotard and she realised she was really wetting her pants like a little girl.
Lainey made two steps towards Emma’s door before another longer spurt shot out. Emma watched as it flew down Lainey’s leg, darkening her tights. This was quickly followed by another one, this time a lot larger, Lainey’s grey tights were now getting soaked and Emma watched as Lainey slowly wet her pants.
“Oh fuck. I’m peeing myself.” Lainey said, but she didn’t turn to face Emma, she was too embarrassed.
It was impossible for Lainey to hide it, the pee had made its way everywhere. Lainey didn’t move a muscle but she could feel the warm pee running down her legs, pooling by her shoes. The original spot on her red leotard had grown, and was now the size of a cereal bowl, mooning all the way round to her bum. She had well and truly pissed her pants.
Emma stood and watched it all happen but knew she needed to say something.
“Its fine, don’t worry.” Emma said whilst walking slowly towards Lainey. “Lets get you cleaned up…”
“I wet myself at nineteen.” Lainey said, tears falling from her eyes.
“We’ve all been there.” Emma replied, trying to make Lainey feel better. Emma put her arm round Lainey and escorted her into her room.
“I’m so embarrassed.” Lainey sobbed. “Please don’t tell anyone.”
“I won’t, don’t worry.” That was the second time tonight Emma had muttered those words. Emma knew that Lainey didn’t know the half of it, but for Emma, watching that accident had been the highlight of her night. |
Another new chapter!
The last we’ll see of Lainey for a while…
CHAPTER 9 - Music Festival
The music slowly came to a stop, Isabella and Lainey had been stood for a good two hours watching the headline act play. They now had the mammoth task, along with ten thousand other people to make their way across the hill and back to their tent. Isabella had been before to the festival and knew it would take ages to get out.
Isabella and Lainey slowly followed the herds of people, and made their way outside the tent. They shuffled through the metal gate they’d entered through and turned left. They had a short fifteen minute walk up the hill to their camp.
“That was so good.” Lainey said, turning to look at Isabella.
“Honestly. AMAZING.” Isabella replied whilst smiling.
“I’m speechless.” Lainey fired back whilst looking at her phone.
“Did you get any videos when you were on my shoulders?” Isabella asked. Her voice cracked in the process with the amount of shouting and singing she’d done.
“Yes. I’ll show you them in a sec…” Lainey tapped away at her phone.
The girls had made good progress, and they’d already started climbing the hill. Neither had the most appropriate footwear on though, which was gradually slowing them down. Isabella was dressed in a black crop top and small black denim shorts with docs on her feet. Lainey had strapless, flowery crop top on and blue denim shorts, also with black docs on her feet. Isabella had recently topped up the blonde highlights in her hair, and was now looking more like a blonde than a brunette whist Lainey still rocked her golden wavy hair that she’d always had.
The girls stopped for a brief moment as Lainey showed Isabella the video’s she’d taken.
“HAHA, go back…” Isabella shouted. “Look at that guy…”
Lainey quickly swiped at her phone, rolling the video back by ten seconds or so.
“Look!” Isabella said, whilst pointing at the screen.
Lainey could see that a guy who was sat on his friends shoulders fell off whilst swaying his arms from one side to the other.
“HAHA.” Watching it had set Lainey off laughing.
This was also helped as both Lainey and Isabella were slightly intoxicated. The girls laughed for a good couple of minutes whilst walking back up the hill.
Lainey winced and showed her hand into her crotch. “Ohhh…I think a bit of pee just came out.”
“No way.” This triggered Isabella to laugh more.
“You’re making me laugh too much.” Lainey replied.
Lainey had only leaked a tiny bit and there was no visible damage. By the time they’d both finished laughing, they had reached the entrance to their campsite. The girls had a small tent to the side of the camp. There really was only enough space to fit two people in the tent. Unfortunately, due to the lack of space, they’d had to keep their spare clothes and food in Isabella’s car which was parked another five minute walk away.
“I hate that walk…” Lainey remarked. This was their third night at the festival and Lainey thought about how they must’ve made the walk about fifty times.
“Takes so long…” Isabella replied, dragging her feet along the floor.
“And it’s effort.” Lainey added.
They finally made it back to the tent and Lainey unzipped the entrance. Luckily no one had stolen their sleeping bags which happened last year to Isabella. Lainey was first to enter the tent, closely followed by Isabella. It was extremely cramped for both the girls, Lainey only had a petit figure but could feel the warmth of Isabella’s body next to her. Lainey wrapped herself into her sleeping bag.
“Are you sure you don’t need the toilet?” Isabella asked, leaning up in sleeping bag.
“No…I’ll be fine.” Lainey said, whilst looking up to the ceiling of the tent.
“Don’t pee in here then.” Isabella joked.
“Go away.” Lainey laughed and prodded Isabella.
It was usually Isabella who had to get out the tent and pee outside at five in the morning anyways - Lainey had no problem. Isabella could already feel a twinges in her bladder, but didn’t want to annoy Lainey by getting up. She closed her eyes.
(Isabella’s dream)
Isabella’s mind wondered and she was back sat at her exam desk. She couldn’t seem to make out the exam questions or the people around her but she recognised the exam hall. The distinct grey slabs of concrete on the walls, and the floor marked out for multipurpose sport use. Her eyes scanned the hall and she realised that everyone was leaving the hall.
She waited till everyone had stood up beside her and did the same. She was sort of expecting to see Charlotte and Emma outside the hall waiting for her but that didn’t happen. Her feet were already taking her in the opposite direction, back to the library where she’d been before the exam.
She could now feel twinges in her bladder and tried to turn around but it felt like turning in slow motion. Eventually she got her feet to move back towards the exam hall - and in theory back to the toilets. In a matter of moments she was metres away from the girls toilet door, but she couldn’t move her feet any closer. She realised she was reliving her worst nightmare.
Isabella’s eyes shot open, she panicked. She placed her hand down to feel her crotch - She was peeing. She could feel a pool of warm liquid filling up in her black denim shorts. Isabella gently arched her back as the pee had already made its way half way up her back. She pushed her hand hard into her crotch and slowly stopped the flow.
Isabella knew she had to get out the tent immediately and so carefully shuffled around so she was facing the exit. She was trying her hardest to contain the pee in her sleeping bag but it was dark and she knew it would be no use - Lainey would find out one way or another.
By the time Isabella had unzipped the tent and got one leg out, hot pee was already flowing down her again. She knew she was totally wetting her pants. It was so quiet outside and she could hear the hissing as the pee rushed out of her. At least she’d managed to get out of the tent.
Isabella could feel the cold air battering her as she stood outside the tent. She was trying to process what she’d done. The coldness was broken by the warmth on her crotch and down her legs. Her fake tanned legs now had streaks in from the pee.
Isabella then heard noises.
‘That girl over there totally just pissed herself’
Isabella looked over and whispered. “I got stuck in my fucking tent.”
“Need a hand darling?” The other boy called out quietly.
Isabella could make out a faint light and waddled over in that direction. The group of two boys had their torches on, and another light on the floor. Isabella could now see the extent of the damage, her black denim shorts were soaked and her legs were still dripping with pee. Luckily, when she’d been laying down the pee hadn’t reached her top but her back was a little wet.
The boys were each holding a can of beer.
“There’s a cloth in their…” One of the boys said whilst pointing inside the tent.
“Wipe yourself down darling.” The other boy said.
Isabella shuffled over the tent carefully and found the cloth inside. She stood for thirty seconds and dried herself down.
“Blimey, she’s made a right mess.” The first boy said as he watched Isabella by the tent.
“Hope she hasn’t pissed on anyone in the tent.” The second boy replied, also scanning Isabella.
“I can hear you!” Isabella fired back.
“Sorry darling.” The second boy replied.
“Tell you what would be funny.” The first boy started and looked at Isabella. “We fill this empty box with whatever warm water we’ve got left and do that trick.”
Isabella looked puzzled. “What trick?”
“The hand in warm water darling.” The second boy stopped but then continued. “So…your friend pees herself too.”
“Nooo.” Isabella exclaimed. “That’d be so harsh.”
“Oh come on…it’s the last night and we want to have fun.” The first boy argued.
Isabella stood there, the pee now starting to dry on her legs, and actually contemplated the trick. Obviously Isabella didn’t know about Lainey’s accident but she thought about how Lainey had always been so composed in whatever situation she was in - and after all, this was only a bit of fun.
“Oh my god.” Isabella paused. “Can’t believe I’m agreeing to this.”
“You legend.” The first boy said.
The boys then hurried into their tent and Isabella could hear them emptying out bottles of water. Her mind kept racing and she was now thinking it was a terrible idea and that Lainey would be mad in the morning, but it was too late. The two boys returned from the tent holding a box filled with water.
“Come on then.” The first boy said, walking slowly whilst holding the box in his hands, making sure the water didn’t spill.
“You can just watch darling…” The second boy added.
The three of them made their way the short distance over to Isabella’s tent.
“Shhhh.” The first boy put his fingers to his lips. “You hold the torches.” Passing both torches to Isabella.
The tent was already unzipped from when Isabella had got out and that allowed the first boy to get in with ease. With Isabella shining the light inside, they could all see a peaceful Lainey sleeping - how that was about to change.
Whilst the second boy gently kept the tent open, the first boy gently lifted Lainey’s hand and placed it into the box of water. Isabella had also placed one of the torches on the floor, directing the light towards Lainey’s crotch area.
“So what happens?” Isabella whispered.
“We wait.” The first boy whispered back.
“She’s just going to start peeing?” Isabella asked, directing her question towards the second boy.
“Yes darling.” The second boy replied.
Isabella’s eyes then widened as she saw a wet spot appear on Lainey’s blue denim shorts.
“Guys look…” Isabella said.
It wasn’t long before the spot on Lainey’s blue denim shorts grew, she was now wetting her pants, just like Isabella had done ten minutes earlier in her sleep. The three of them watched as the pee started to pool around Lainey’s crotch before running quickly down her legs, or get absorbed into her sleeping bag.
‘Beautiful Lainey was wetting herself’ Isabella thought, how funny.
Isabella noticed how much Lainey was peeing, she must’ve been super desperate. Between Isabella’s accident and Lainey’s, they’d comfortably soaked both of their sleeping bags and the bottom layer of the tent. The boys shuffled off quickly and Isabella crept back in the tent. She found the only spot that was dry and put her head down for some sleep.
—-
Lainey eyes opened slowly, something wasn’t right - her sleeping bag was soaked. She quickly remembered the time she’d wet her leotard but thought that was one off. And luckily for her, only Emma had seen and, she’d brought a change of clothes.
“Shit!!” Lainey said, rocking up. “Isabella…erm…”
Isabella then turned over from her corner, and opened one eye.
“What’s up?” Isabella said in a groggy voice.
“Erm…I think I might have…” Lainey stopped, she was so embarrassed.
Isabella then sat up quickly, observing the damage, now in daylight. The whole tent was soaked. Lainey’s sleeping bag, her own sleeping bag, the floor.
“I think I’ve wet myself.” Lainey said under her voice. She felt around, realising her back was soaked, and that the pee had reached her top, the pee had got everywhere. Lainey had never been more humiliated in her life. She’d wet the bed at nineteen.
Lainey then saw the streaks on Isabella’s legs. She slowly moved her eyes up to Isabella’s crotch and could see the slight change in colour. Her mind raced for a second.
“Wait…I think you might have to…” Lainey said, directing her eyes at Isabella’s crotch area.
Isabella knew she’d been caught. She was waiting for Lainey to notice.
“I can explain…” Isabella said, looking down in the process.
“What…?” Lainey said, she was confused.
Isabella put her head in her hands.
“What do you mean?…you can explain?” Lainey raised her voice.
“It was me and some boys.” Isabella stopped for a second. “We pranked you.”
“Pranked me?” Lainey said angrily.
“The whole hand in warm water trick.” Isabella said softly. She knew that Lainey would be mad, and looking back had no idea why she’d agreed to go along with it.
“Fuck you.” Lainey shuffled around. “I really didn’t need this…”
“I’m sorry.” Isabella said, catching eyes with Lainey.
“Just take me home.” Lainey replied. Lainey picked up her bags, got out the tent and started walking towards the car. The trip was well and truly over. |
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CHAPTER 10 - Bridget’s First
Olivia and her family owned a house in northern Italy, on the outskirts of a small town. The terrain surrounding the house was relatively hilly but the beaches were only a ten to fifteen minute drive away. Olivia’s family had bought the house over a decade ago and coming to Italy on her holidays was now a summer tradition.
This holiday had felt different though for Olivia. Ever since she’d moved away to university, she would return home and hear her parents discussing that they should sell the holiday home and buy something smaller, in a different location. It had played on her mind, as coming to Italy was all she knew but it was probably the right decision.
Olivia’s family had been in the house for over a month, and for the last two weeks of the trip they would always be joined by Bridget’s family. Bridget and Olivia had been best friends growing up but had grown apart during their later school years. This hadn’t stopped the mums staying best friends throughout though.
The boredom would start to get to Olivia after three weeks alone and she appreciated Bridget and her family coming; even if they didn’t get on as well as they used too. Olivia would never admit it but she was jealous of Bridget, the girl oozed beauty. It was the main reason they’d lost touch over the final school years, Bridget was starting to get a lot of boy attention and it had driven her away from Olivia.
Bridget, who was also nineteen, had long brown hair and an hour glass figure, she often pulled Italian boys without even speaking the language particularly well. She had hazelnut eyes that could seduce any man in seconds, and a cute curve to her smile that was so easy to look at. Despite being a little jealous, Olivia knew that Bridget was a natural beauty.
The families only had a few days left on their trip before heading home and both husbands had decided they wanted to take a day trip to a local football stadium - this left the girls with a day to themselves.
“What do fancy doing today hunny?” Bridget’s mum asked Bridget as she came inside from the pool.
Bridget had a black high waisted swimming costume on with a see threw strip down the middle.
“Beach day?” Bridget replied, looking over at Olivia, then back to her mum.
“I think I just want to stay by the pool today…” Olivia replied uneasily, looking back at Bridget.
“Beach day sounds good to me.” Olivia’s mum blurted out.
Bridget never meant too, but she had the ultimate control. She knew that if she convinced Olivia’s mum then Olivia would have to go along with her plan too. It was simple psychology.
“Beach it is.” Bridget’s mum said. “We’ll set off in fifteen minutes…get your towels girls.”
Bridget rushed upstairs first, followed slowly by Olivia. Olivia dragged her feet up as she went up the stairs before both girls headed to their respective rooms and collected items they needed for the beach. Olivia then walked across the hallway and popped her head into Bridget’s room.
“I’m just going to the toilet…I’ll be down in a minute.” Olivia said.
“Okay…” Bridget replied, under her voice. She also needed the toilet but thought she’d just wait until she got to the beech. She zipped her backpack up and headed back down the stairs.
Bridget, her mum and Olivia’s mum waited a couple minutes in the downstairs entrance before Olivia finally appeared with her bag.
“I’m ready…” Olivia said, as she walk over to the front door of the villa.
The four women made their way to the car. Bridget sat herself down behind her mum, who was driving whilst Olivia sat herself down behind her mum, who was in the passenger seat.
“Here’s some water for you girls.” Olivia’s mum said, whilst passing two small bottles back - one for Olivia and one for Bridget.
“Aw thanks.” Bridget replied, gratefully taking the water.
“Thanks mum.” Olivia also replied.
Both Bridget and Olivia had finished their bottles of water within five minutes of setting off from the house, but Bridget was regretting it. She’d definitely needed the water as the temperature outside was climbing, and even with the air con in the car, she could still feel the heat against her skin but the water had made her need to pee increase, and badly.
Bridget was soon bursting, and she crossed her legs to ease herself, a tactic she’d used many time before. Due to the weather it seemed everyone wanted to go the beach and they were only half way there. Her mum had already apologised a few times about the traffic and said there was nothing she could do.
‘Sorry girls, I can’t magically move the traffic for you…and I know its hot, we’re suffering in the front too. I’ve got the air-con on full right now. Just keep drinking water. Stay hydrated’
Drinking water was the last thing on Bridget’s mind right now. Her mind wondered as she was sat in the back of the car thinking to herself. She’d seen one of her friends laugh so hard she’d wet herself and one of her other drunk friends pass out and wet her pants but that wasn’t an option for Bridget - she was a sensible girl and always made it to the bathroom. She remembered back to the time she was fourteen and had to pee behind a bush, it was horrible. The thought of peeing wasn’t helping her though.
As Bridget’s mum pulled into the beach car park, it occurred to Bridget that the leather seat in the hire car started to feel damp. Bridget kept her legs tightly crossed and focused her mind. She wasn’t sure if it was the sweat on her legs from it being so hot outside or if she’d dribbled in her costume. The car quickly came to a stop.
“Finally!!…we’ve made it.” Bridget’s mum declared whilst opening her door.
“Lets get on the beach…and tan.” Olivia’s mum added.
Bridget made sure she was last out of the car, she quickly took a look back at the seat and saw the sweat marks outlining her bum on the leather. To her amusement, there were also bum marks outlined on Olivia’s seat and, where her mum had been sitting. For a brief moment, it took her mind off the fact she was desperate to pee.
Bridget stood gingerly waiting for the other three to start walking down to the beach. She didn’t want to be seen in desperate state. Luckily for her, neither her mum, Olivia, or Olivia’s mum had suspected anything, and Bridget walked a step behind them all just in case, starting to squirm with every step.
They made their way past the café, and finally onto the beach. At this point, Bridget couldn’t stand still, she was fidgeting constantly. She was stood behind Olivia, pushing her legs together whilst her mum and Olivia’s mum were discussing where the best place was to put the towels down. Bridget knew she didn’t have much time left before she was going to pee straight through her costume and was now seriously considering running into the sea and peeing in there.
A small child then ran past Bridget with his bucket and spade towards the sea, causing Bridget to move, shifting her legs out of the way. The sudden movement had caught her off guard, and that very second Bridget knew she’d dribbled a little in her costume, there was no denying it, she could feel it, a completely alien feeling to her, it was warm - she had peed.
‘I’m going to pee my pants…no…no’ Her mind was racing but she was doing all she could to stay calm. She knew if her friends back home found out she peed her bikini at the beach, they’d ridicule her, just like she had done to her friend before. To make matters worse, Olivia’s mum was pointing to a free spot on the beach, twenty metres away.
“Over there…” Olivia’s mum said, pointing to the free spot.
“I see it now…perfect.” Bridget’s mum replied with a smile on her face.
“Lets get over there quick…before someone takes it.” Olivia’s mum added.
Olivia marched over, leading the way towards the free empty spot of sandy beach. She was followed by her mum and then Bridget’s mum. They had to be careful not to stand on other families towels as they walked across the sand; but the tiptoeing helped Bridget, it allowed her to keep her legs squeezed together.
‘How could I have been so careless?…Can’t pee my costume’ Bridget thought as she walked across the sand. Why hadn’t she used the toilet in the house before they left? Why had she drank all that water in the car on the way here? These were all good questions but they had no use now; she was reaching breaking point. Bridget’s black costume was doing its best to cover the dime like wet spot appearing around her crotch.
Bridget’s mum floated her towel in the air before it gradually made its way down the sand. Olivia’s mum was quick to follow.
“Why don’t the girls put their towels down here?” Olivia’s mum was pointing to the sand behind where she’d just laid her towel down.
“Yeah…and we can leave the bags in the middle.” Bridget’s mum quickly replied.
“Perfect.” Olivia’s mum said under her breath.
Bridget slowly wafted her towel up in the air, in order to cover her body before putting it down. She was slowly losing control of her bladder and whilst the towel was midair, she leaked, properly leaked. She felt a warm sensation around her crotch, and pee started to seep out of her bikini. She could feel some small droplets slowly running down the backs of her legs.
‘Oh my god…I just peed…it’s so warm’ Hey eyes widened as the tiny droplets of pee ran quickly down her legs. Her towel was firmly placed into the sand by the time she could react. It was now or never for Bridget. A once always calm and collected Bridget was no starting to panic. She either needed a toilet, or the sea.
Olivia, who definitely would’ve loved to see this accident unfold, was already sat with her mum getting suncream applied to her back whilst looking into the ocean. Both were oblivious to the situation that Bridget had got herself into. To add to this, Bridget’s mum was already laying on her back, soaking up the sun whilst reading a magazine.
‘No no no no no…’ Bridget cried to herself internally. She was frozen still, and wasn’t sure if she could move. This time it wasn’t just a dribble, she spurted. The warm pee instantly hit her black costume, soaking the fabric before taking its natural course, gravity, and falling down her legs. She knew she was wetting herself and couldn’t bring herself to look at the darkened sand beneath her feet. Her model like figure meant nothing right now.
Bridget knew that anyone who was looking at her would be able to the droplets of pee running down her legs. Her body couldn’t take it anymore and in one last effort to save herself, she sat down - stretching out her legs in the hot sand. As her bum hit the floor, another spurt escaped from her. Bridget could hear a muffled hiss for a second as pee shot out of her, pooling in her costume, and then between her legs.
‘Oh god…I can’t stop it’ She couldn’t stop another spurt coming out, this time longer than first and more powerful. She couldn’t help but flinch every time the warm pee hit her legs - the feeling disgusted her. The sand was already starting to burn the bottom of her legs but she knew there was nothing she could do. She didn’t want to move. She had well and truly pissed herself - at the beach.
She hadn’t ever been close to having an accident before in her life but now she sat, scared to move, as a nineteen year old, uncontrollably pissing herself on the beach - and she couldn’t stop it. The pee kept spreading everywhere as it made its was past Bridget’s legs. There was now a pee trail that had run down past her feet.
Bridget had humiliated herself and it was only going to get worse. Olivia had finished getting her suncream applied and Bridget could see her ready to turn around. Bridget then willingly forced out a spurt as she stood up, the warm pee running down her model toned legs in all directions. She shuffled back over on to her towel, lying face down.
Olivia had finally got to her feet, she was ready to sunbath on her towel. Luckily for Bridget, as Olivia got up she had observed the pee trail but had just assumed it was kid who was building sandcastles, and hadn’t thought much about it. Bridget was also worried that Olivia would be able to see the pee droplets down her legs but she hadn’t, she was safe.
Despite laying face down, Bridget's need to pee hadn’t gone away, and her pee kept coming out in dribbles. She was hopeless. She was now preying to herself that the towel would soak it all up. She had completely pissed herself and even started to push a little, trying to get the pee out as quick as possible. Beautiful Bridget had finally had an accident.
Olivia was now also face down on her towel, next to Bridget, with her back to sun. Olivia had picked up a book as she made her way over. As she opened the first page, she glanced briefly across at Bridget.
“You okay?…You look in pain?” Olivia asked.
“Yeah. I’m good…just hot.” Bridget replied.
Bridget then closed her eyes as the peeing finally stopped. Relief. |
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…with a special shoutout to 'theyellowsafe’ for some inspiration!! Loved writing this one.
CHAPTER 11 - Josie’s Revenge
A small red car pulled up on the drive and the cool afternoon breeze hit Isabella as she opened the car door and got out - it was truly September weather. She quickly scampered across the drive and let herself into the house, the warmth inside hugging her like a coat. Isabella slipped her trainers off as she had just returned the from the gym.
Although she wasn’t a natural gym go-er, she’d tried to maintain her fitness throughout the summer break. Ever since Emma had taken her during their first week of university, she’d been hooked. There were noticeably changes to her body, she had started to develop a curved ass, and her hips were more curvaceous, she’d even lost a little weight on her face, not that there was much to lose in the first place.
It was coming to the end of summer, and Isabella was ready to get back to university. She was excited to be moving in with Hannah and Ellie, it was going to a fresh start. Isabella walked into the kitchen thinking about she’d enjoyed living with the girls last year but really wanted something new. There were too many moments she wanted to forget associated with that flat.
Before that could happen though, Josie was about to start her final year at school. Isabella could hear her mum and Josie talking in the garden, so she wondered out.
“Can you believe its Josie’s last year at school?” Isabella’s mum asked Isabella as she walked into the garden.
“Yes mum…I can. I’ve been there and done it.” Isabella quickly replied.
“No need for that…” Isabella’s mum frowned whist scanning Isabella, noticing her daughter in a gym kit.
“Its just full of exams anyways…” Josie butted in.
“You’re turning eighteen soon though…” Isabella’s mum said hesitantly, trying to change the subject. Josie’s eighteen birthday was still two months away.
“Eighteen…” Josie said under her breath.
Isabella rolled her eyes when looking over at Josie, she was in a mood. She knew that Josie was being difficult for no reason.
“Well you become a proper adult at eighteen…” Isabella’s mum said.
“I do what eighteen year olds do anyway.” Josie quickly replied.
“Someones in a mood.” Isabella said, still sanding in the doorway.
Isabella’s mum was flustered. “Right then.”
“I still drink…” Josie added, her words slurring slightly.
“And you’ve had quite enough!” Isabella’s mum raised her voice a little.
“Wait mum?” Isabella said, butting in. “Have you got Josie drunk?”
“It was her own fault…she said she could handle it.” Isabella’s mum replied.
“WOW! That’s amazing…” Isabella laughed.
“Im not drunk!” Josie blurted out.
“I’ve had to deal with this for the last few hours…you can sort her out.” Isabella’s mum instantly got up off her chair and wondered back inside, walking straight past Isabella.
“You’re so drunk.” Isabella laughed again.
“Am not.” Josie said, slowly getting to her feet. “I’ve only had a few.”
“You’re a bad lier.” Isabella replied, raising her eyebrows.
Josie ignored Isabella’s statement and started walking across the patio and on to the grass. She had tiny cotton white shorts on, showing the bottom of her bum and a tiny strapless white top on - the outfit was a set. Isabella observed Josie as she stumbled on to the grass before misjudging her step and falling over.
“Oh my god!!” Isabella let out a streak of laughter before quickly catching up with Josie, standing over her.
“I tripped…” Josie said, letting out a smile in the process. Both girls then simultaneously laughing.
“Are you not cold?” Isabella then asked, before realising ‘Its the beer jacket keeping her warm.’
“No…I’m warm.” Josie said back, slurring her words slightly.
Oblivious to Isabella, Josie was warm for another reason. The laughing had loosened her bladder, and in the drunk state that she was, she didn’t have complete control - letting a little dribble of pee come out. As soon as the warm pee hit the cotton of her white shorts, her brain kicked into action, stopping her from releasing anymore.
That accident in Isabella’s room had been one of the most humiliating moments of her life. She’d teased Isabella all day about her bedwetting incident but then failed to hold it herself when coming back from the cinema - and it was completely her own fault.
Josie remembered the feeling of shame when she couldn’t get her flares down in time and she didn’t want a repeat of that right now. Isabella, still oblivious to Josie’s situation, had other ideas though. She leant down next to Josie and starting tickling her. Both Isabella and Josie were extremely ticklish, and had been ever since they were young. The girls hadn’t messed around like this for years. Isabella must’ve been fourteen or so; definitely before she went through puberty and grew up.
In defending herself, Josie threw up her arms and aimed for Isabella’s arm pits - wiggling her fingers around when she found them. Isabella jerked backwards a little and started laughing. Whilst jerking backwards, Isabella swung her free leg over Josie - she was now cradled over Josie and in control.
“Got you now.” Isabella whispered whilst tickling Josie’s stomach.
“You’re going to make me wet myself…” Josie cried out whilst laughing.
Isabella assumed Josie was joking and she didn’t stop, she continued to tickle Josie’s stomach and legs whilst on top of her. Isabella had always been more ticklish when she was younger and Josie used this to her advantage, she swung herself round, turning her body and ending on top of Isabella.
“I’ve got you now.” Josie exclaimed, still laughing.
“Nooo.” Isabella cried out a little, knowing Josie was about to win the battle.
The girls were still tickling each other but now Josie was in control, she moved her hands delicately up and down Isabella’s body. Isabella was squirming and fidgeting with her every move, trying to get Josie’s hands off her body. Despite being in control of the tickling, Josie wasn’t in control of her bladder, the fidgeting and constant moving wasn’t helping her. She knew she needed to get up and inside now, the problem being that Isabella had locked her legs down and she couldn’t move.
Without even knowing it herself, Josie’s bladder had started to give in. As she fidgeted, play fighting with Isabella, warm pee was spurting out, running down her bare legs - some pee made its way on to the grass whilst other dribbles of pee seeped into Isabella’s leggings. It wasn’t until Isabella felt a warm wetness on her gym leggings that Josie realised what was going on.
“JOSIE!!” Isabella screamed, pushing Josie aside.
“Fuck!!” Josie squealed whilst sitting on the grass, pee dribbling out of her. “I can’t stop it…”
Isabella looked at Josie’s crotch and could see the pee starting to pool. Josie had wet herself, whilst play fighting.
“Oh my god.” Isabella laughed. “You’ve pissed yourself again.”
“I told you I was going to pee!!” Josie said angrily. “This is all your fault.”
After thirty seconds or so, Josie had finally stopped peeing and observed the damage. She’d really needed to pee and could see the wet spots she’d left in the grass. She quickly got up and stormed off, heading inside - any excess pee now running down her bare legs. Her white cotton shorts were stuck her legs. She’d been humiliated once again in front of her sister and now, wanted revenge.
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Josie had spent all evening thinking about how she’d been humiliated and now so desperately wanted revenge. Luckily for her, no one had been in the house at the time she’d had to walk through with her wet cotton shorts on. The mum had popped out briefly to buy some shopping, as she wanted to cook something special for the girls.
Josie scowled at Isabella over the dinner table whilst picking a forkful of chicken up off her plate, the mum none of the wiser about the incident that had happened in the garden. Although, she had noticed that Josie had sobered up and was back to her normal, seventeen year old girl, self.
“Tastes great mum.” Josie said, finally placing the chicken in her mouth.
“Aw thanks.” The mum paused for a second. “That’s a change in your attitude from this afternoon.”
Josie politely smiled back.
After dinner was eaten and the dishes had been washed, both girls settled down on the sofa in the living room. There was never any chit chat between them, both always on their phones, tapping away and replying to messages.
“Lets watch a movie?” The mum said as she walked in.
“Do we have to?” Isabella replied, quickly flicking her eyes up at her mum.
“Yes!” The mum replied. “Please?…for me”
“Fine.” Isabella and Josie said in unison.
The movie they’d started was a classic romcom and Isabella couldn’t think of anything worse, she just wanted to go and chill in her room, by herself. After half an hour or so, Isabella got up quickly and left the living room, heading upstairs. Josie had watched Isabella leave and knew that this was her chance to try and get revenge.
“Mum?” Josie said. “Think I’m going to head upstairs too.”
“Fine…” The mum sighed. “I’ll watch it by myself.”
Josie got up and walked to the kitchen where she threw her drink away before heading quickly up the stairs to her room. She knew her plan was simple and would only work if she got the timings right. There were two bathrooms in the house, one shared between her and Isabella and an ensuite bathroom connected to her mums room. The catch being that her mums ensuite bathroom would never be used by the girls if mum was asleep - as it would mean opening her door, walking past her bed and, more than likely waking her up.
So Josie’s plan was to wait until her mum came upstairs and headed to bed, and then take a long bath or shower. She knew that Isabella went to bed around eleven thirty and would always use the bathroom just before then. She also knew that Isabella would hold her pee until then, Josie remembered the countless times she’d been desperate and Isabella’s pee would go on for minutes.
Josie sat for an hour, twiddling her thumbs and scanning her laptop every five minutes before her mum finally came to upstairs. Josie had lived in the house long to know her routine, she’d get changed, brush her teeth and then shout from the hallway.
“Love you girls. I’m off to sleep. Night.” The mum shouted right on cue.
“Love you.” Josie shouted back.
“Night mum.” Isabella shouted. Josie could just make it out from the other side of the hallway.
‘So far so good’ thought Josie.
Time was starting to race by and Josie headed to the bathroom to start running her bath. She striped off her clothes, added some bubbles to the water then looked at herself in the mirror. She smiled. Isabella didn’t know what was about to happen to her.
After five minutes of bathing, Josie heard a noise outside the door. The door handle moved, then again.
“What are you doing in there?” Isabella asked from behind the door.
“I’m taking a bath…” Josie replied calmly.
“At this time?” Isabella asked. “I need to clean my teeth…and use the toilet.”
“Ohhh.” Josie sighed.
“I want to get ready for bed Josie.” Isabella pleaded from behind the door.
“Sorry.” Josie said under her breath. She was secretly loving it.
“How long you going to be?” Isabella fired back.
“I don’t know.” Josie stopped. “Five or ten minutes.”
“Fine.” Isabella hissed. She then headed back to her room.
Just as Josie had hoped, Isabella was desperate to pee. Coming to the bathroom at this time was her normal routine, even at university, and so she’d been holding her pee for the last couple of hours. Once back in her room, Isabella dived back on to her bed and squeezed her legs together.
‘Why is Josie having a bath at this time? ‘She’s being a bitch’ Isabella thought. She was getting angry and annoyed.
Isabella was starting to worry a little. She was still wearing her gym leggings from earlier and now wanted to take them off but she panicked and thought she might have an accident if she did. The holding had started to become uncomfortable, and the pain in her bladder was screaming out to be relieved. She crossed her legs in the hope it would ease some of the pain, but it didn’t.
Isabella knew she needed to get into the bathroom, or she was going to wet her leggings in her own home. ‘How was that even possible?’ She thought to herself.
Isabella got up off her bed and made her way to the bathroom, wincing with every step she made across the hallway. Thankfully, she made it to the bathroom without any leaks.
Isabella banged on the bathroom door. “Are you out yet?”
“Oh god.” Josie quickly replied. “You scared me.”
“Its been ten minutes!!” Isabella exclaimed.
“Oh…I didn’t realise.” Josie said calmly.
“So thats a no.” Isabella fired back. “Its been more than ten minutes!”
“I’m getting out now.” Josie said whilst purposely splashing around in the water.
Isabella was already thinking about the toilet and so hearing the splashing of water from behind the door didn’t help her; she a lost some control. A few spurts of pee fired out of her and down her, leaving wet spots on her leggings.
“What’s the rush anyways?” Josie said from behind the door.
Isabella had completely forgotten about Josie for a second, she was wrapped up in her own problem. Now she had leaked, she wasn’t sure she could stop it.
“Ermmm…” Isabella said hesitantly. “I’m fine.”
Isabella was far from fine. She knew her only hope was to do what she’d done before, back in her university bedroom, and hide her wetting. There was a visible wet spot forming on Isabella’s leggings as she scampered back down the hallway and into her bedroom. She was now wetting herself. As she entered her room, she saw one of her dirty towels on the floor, and quickly knelt on it. Isabella thought her accidents at university were humiliating but this was way worse.
Josie had heard the panic in Isabella’s voice and wanted to see what was going on. She quickly wrapped a towel around her wet body, and opened the bathroom door. She was sort of expecting Isabella to be stood outside having wet herself but that wasn’t the case. Josie then tiptoed across the hallway and stopped outside Isabella’s room.
“Thought I’d let you know I’m out the bathroom.” Josie said as she entered Isabella’s room.
Josie couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Isabella was knelt down on a towel next to her bed, her leggings glistening. Josie stood and watched as Isabella peed through her leggings.
Isabella felt sick. She’d needed to relieve herself of the pain so badly but couldn’t believe what she was doing - and now her sister had seen.
“You’re dead to me!” Isabella said, tears running down her face.
It didn’t finish there though. Josie noticed a bulge appearing at the back of Isabella’s leggings.
“Oh my god!! Are you messing yourself?” Josie laughed. All she’d wanted was for Isabella to humiliate herself and wet her panties, but this was even better.
“GO AWAY!” Isabella screamed back through the tears.
Isabella had relaxed her muscles so much, a log had just started coming out of her bum and she couldn’t stop it. She felt as it broke off, and fell into her panties before smearing on her ass cheeks. Isabella had just shit herself for the first time. She was mortified.
Isabella looked back up at Josie who was still stood there.
“You can’t tell anyone about this?!” Isabella cried out.
“I promise…” Josie remarked.
Josie’s plan had worked, and she quickly slipped out of Isabella’s room heading back along the hallway and into her own room. As she laid in bed and closed her eyes, she knew there was going to be an interesting conversation to be had in the morning. |
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CHAPTER 12 - Maddy’s Holiday
It was the last weeks of the summer holidays. The summer had flown by for Maddy who had spent most of it working in a little café, earning and saving as much money as she could. She was saving for her ten day trip to the US to visit one of her friends. Whitney had been Maddy’s best friend growing up, they’d lived one street away from each and used to hang out nearly everyday after school.
Maddy and Whitney used to play ‘SIMS’ on Whitney’s old Mac. It took about twenty minutes to boot up but once they started playing they couldn’t stop. It used to take a phone call from Maddy’s mum to get her back home for dinner. Sometimes she’d even sneak out and walk over to Whitney’s house when her mum wouldn’t let her.
Both sets of parents had also been close, and they’d share lifts to and from school until Whitney disappeared one summer, aged eleven. Maddy remembered the day well when her mum told her to come inside off the trampoline and sat her down at the kitchen table - it all seemed very formal looking back.
Whitneys’s dad had got a promotion at work, and that required him to move to the US. Apparently he’d moved alone at first, but after a month he was followed by Whitney and her mum as they were both struggling with not being able to see him. At the time, Maddy thought why could they be so selfish, taking Whitney with them. She had a good life here, but the older Maddy got, the more she realised they weren’t just going to leave their eleven year daughter in another country.
Their friendship had weakened and then strengthened again over the years due to the distance and Maddy found it hard at the very start, she’d found new friends easily enough but none of them were like Whitney, she didn’t share the same connection with any. All that being said, Whitney and Maddy used to message when they could and this seemed to fill a void.
The girls had always been the same height growing up, in fact their parents seemed to have made it a competition, always getting the girls to stand against the wall and have their measurement taken. Despite this, now both aged nineteen, Maddy was a little taller and had won the parents competition. Whitney still had her iconic long blonde hair though and bright blue eyes. And an athletic figure. Maddy had seen the countless instagram snaps of her playing tennis at different venues across the US. Whitney still played now but not as competitively as she had done in past.
So, one night when Maddy and Whitney had been face-timing, Whitney remarked that Maddy should come over to the US and take a holiday. Maddy laughed it off at first but once off the call, she searched the internet for cheap flights and then instantly booked them. She was going on a ten day trip to the US.
Maddy’s hadn’t seen Whitney in seven years and couldn’t remember the last time she’d been this excited, the eight hour plane journey over to Philadelphia seemed to take an eternity. Once she’d made it off the plane and got through security, she spotted Whitney and her mum with no problems, getting a huge hug from the both of them
“Ahh I’m so excited.” Whitney said with a beaming smile on her face.
“Its so good to see you.” Maddy said back, also smiling.
The holiday had been a great success and they’d needed the first week just to catch up and get to know each other again. Although the phone calls filled a void for Maddy, she had forgotten what it had been like spending time with Whitney, she really was her best friend.
For their last day together, they’d driven to Whitney’s grandparents, her mum had suggested it would be a good idea and Whitney had agreed. Whitney’s grandparents had moved at the same time as her dad, just to keep him company before Whitney and her mum eventually joined. They lived a thirty minute drive out of Philadelphia on a farm. Well, it once was a farm, but they’d let the barn house go to waste and the stables were about to renovated into apartments.
“Basically my grandparents can’t keep up with the maintenance of the place.” Whitney said whilst driving.
“That’s a shame.” Maddy quickly replied whilst taking a sip of her Starbucks coffee.
“They’ve already sold the stables…three new apartments are going to be built.” Whitney sighed.
The girls had got up extra early to spend the full day on the farm. Whitney couldn’t wait to show Maddy the house and the surrounding land. At the end of the garden there was small forest that lead to a lake and, additionally, by the side of the trees was where the desolate barn was located.
“But no one wants to buy the house.” Whitney paused before continuing. “Because of the haunted barn.”
“Haunted barn?” Maddy laughed. “You’re joking right?”
“Wish I was.” Whitey quickly replied.
“We should definitely explore the barn then?” Maddy said jokingly.
“No way.” Whitney said under her breath.
“Well…if they're selling the house. It might be your last chance to look inside.” Maddy stated.
Maddy and Whitney looked at each other, and the look reminded Maddy of what it used to be like - it was like old times.
“You know the last time I went in there I was twelve.” Whitney said.
“Exactly!” Maddy said a little too enthusiastically. “That’s years ago…it can’t be haunted now.”
“I peed myself I was so scared.” Whitney added, fidgeting in her seat.
“Hahaha.” Maddy laughed and took another sip of her coffee.
‘Yeah…was so embarrassing.” Whitney’s face had gone a little redder.
“Wow. That’s funny” Maddy laughed again prodding Whitney’s leg in the process.
“I don’t even remember it. Think I’d peed without realising.” Whitney said, lying.
Whitney did remember it happening. There had been bats flying around, old boxes randomly falling, and she was sure she had seen someone in the corner blocking the way up spiral staircase to the mezzanine level. Whitney had gone into the barn alone and as she turned to run back out, she accidentally slipped, and fell. She was in a state of shock at the time, and whilst on the floor, she remembered how she relaxed her bladder muscles and started soaking her jeans. She hadn’t been back to the barn since, nor had she had an accident.
The girls had finally arrived after the thirty minute drive and Whitney pulled her car into the large driveway.
“My grandparents will probably be in the back playing with the dog.” Whitney said whilst opening her door and getting out.
“This place is huge.” Maddy stated whilst looking up towards the house.
The girls collected their bags from the back seat and started to walk around the house. Maddy was just blown away by how pretty it was. The house had trees surrounding it, and leaves growing up the walls. It had obviously once been maintained to perfection but as Whitney’s grandparents had got older, it had been harder for them to keep up the maintenance. Even after years of neglect it still looked beautiful.
The surrounding trees were giving the girls some welcomed shade, it was scorching and Maddy was grateful to get out of the sun for a minute. As they reached the garden, Whitney quickly ran over to her grandmother and gave her a hug.
“This is Maddy!!” Whitey said, gesturing over to her tall, pretty brunette friend.
“Nice to meet you…” Maddy said, a little shyly. Maddy was wearing a tiny black crop top and some denim jeans. She had some small black trainers on but had brought some sliders in her bag which she was panning to change into.
“Where’s grandad?” Whitney asked.
“He’s resting inside, it’s too hot out here.” Her grandmother replied.
“Okay…I’ll catch him later.” Whitney said, before turning to Maddy. “We’re going to get changed and head to the lake.”
“Sounds lovely. Enjoy yourselves.” Whitney’s grandmother said as Whitney and Maddy headed into the house.
Whitney then guided Maddy to the downstairs bathroom. Maddy slipped off her clothes and put on her black bikini, before re adding her denim shorts over the top. She slid her feet into her sliders and put her black trainers into her bag. She swung her bag over her shoulder and headed out.
“You ready?” Maddy raised her voice. Whitney was in the room next door, also getting changed.
“Two secs.” Whitney replied before adding. “Coming.”
Whitney had slipped into a white bikini with black lacing, some of the lacing swirled around her body.
“Oh damn, I like that. You look cute” Maddy said as Whitney came out of the room.
“Thanks babe. You look cute too.” Whitney replied smiling.
The girls grabbed their bags and headed down to the bottom of the garden, before walking slowly through the forest. Whitney hadn’t stopped talking, she had been filling Maddy’s head with information about the forest and the garden and a certain type of flower that her grandad grew.
Maddy had been listening but was more blown away by the beauty of the place, it was a breath of fresh air. The girls then came to the end of the trees and swung left, there was a little gap between some bushes, which lead them out to the lake.
“Its beautiful right?” Whitney said.
“Unreal.” Maddy replied before adding. “We’re not gonna die if we go in?”
“Nooo. I’ve been in loads.” Whitney said laughing.
Whitney wondered over to a spot by the lake and laid her towel down, she was quickly followed by Maddy. The girls then spent the next few hours tanning and taking regular dips into the lake. By lunch time the sun was beating down so hard that Maddy struggled to spend more than thirty minutes out of the water.
As the day drifted on, Maddy had got hungry and also wanted to explore the surrounding area a bit more.
“Why don’t we take the longer route back and get food in the house?” Whitney suggested.
“Sure.” Maddy quickly replied.
Maddy, who had dried off, put back on her denim shorts before slipping out of her sliders and putting her trainers back on. Whitney had also added put on some trainers and some green Nike sports shots that hugged her toned legs.
“It was getting so hot.” Maddy said, once again grateful for the shade from the trees.
“Yeah…be nice to get inside for a while.” Whitney replied, leading the way.
Whitney was walking one step ahead of Maddy and had her eyes firmly fixed on the path.
“Is that the barn?” Maddy asked excitedly, stopping and looking at a desolate building through the trees.
Whitney had hoped that Maddy wouldn’t see the barn but she had.
“Yeah.” Whitney replied hesitantly, before adding. “I’m not going inside if that’s what your asking…”
“Lets just have a look.” Maddy said persuasively.
“Fine.” Whitney reluctantly said, giving in.
Whitney lead them round the trees and to an opening where the barn sat. As they approached the barn, Maddy could see that the colour of the wood had darkened and there seemed to be an influx of flies. It was like someone had died here. Whitney, keeping at least a couple of metres away from the barn, walked Maddy the full way round it. Maddy had noticed a door round the other side, and how it was slightly ajar.
“You know that side door is still open.” Maddy said, looking hard at Whitney.
“Probably from when I ran out.” Whitney replied jokingly.
“No ones ever been in since?” Maddy asked.
“I don’t know…probably not.” Whitney replied once again.
“Wow.” Maddy said under her breath, slowly walking back in that direction.
“Maddy…noo…” Whitney exclaimed, realising where Maddy was heading.
“Lets just go in for five minutes.” Maddy said, pleading with Whitney.
There was long pause between the girls before Whitney finally agreed.
“Fine.” Whitney said. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you…and let’s hope I don’t piss myself again.”
“Hahaha shut up.” Maddy said. “Stop being a ‘wuss’, we’ll be fine.”
The girls shared a quick laugh and slowly shuffled over to the door that was ajar.
“I’ll go first…” Maddy said. She pulled the handle down and slowly opened the door. The smell hit her, she wasn’t sure if it was manure, dead wood, or just general rotting but it smelt bad, very bad.
Whitney closely followed Maddy inside, mimicking her steps. “It didn’t smell like this before.”
As Maddy shuffled forward, she quickly swayed her head to avoid a cobweb that was filled with spiders. Whitney’s mind flashed back to the time she’d walked straight into the web, she had completely freaked out. She still didn’t want to be in here, all the hairs on her arms, neck and back were stood up.
Maddy moved on forward through the barn, going the only route she could as old desks, chairs, furniture and boxes were stacked up on either side. She couldn’t see much either as the windows had been boarded up, there was only a single streak of light coming from the other side of the barn. Maddy accidentally misplaced one of her steps and had to place her hands down on a box. The box she had placed her hands into had been filled with plates and old crockery and there was a crashing sound.
“Sorry.” Maddy whispered, regaining her composure,
“Oh god. You scared me.” Whitney whispered back.
The girls kept moving forwards and there was a small sequence of dripping sounds, Whitney turned around and could make out some wet spots on the concrete floor. She scanned around, thinking about where the water could have come from.
“That water has come out of nowhere…” Whitney said.
“What the fuck?” Maddy said, in a confused state. “Must be a leak…”
“Its summer…” Whitney replied, also confused.
“Lets just keep moving.” Maddy said.
Whitey then nodded in reply and the girls carried on moving. She was still confused about the water, and where it was from. She started to play things over in her mind.
‘No…Surely it can’t be….I can’t have…wet myself’ She thought.
She moved her hand down and gently felt her crotch. ‘Oh…wait…I have…shit!’
There was a reason why Whitney didn’t want to come into the barn, she was shit scared of it. She realised she must have dribbled when Maddy crashed into the boxes. She knew her face burned red in embarrassment and she was just grateful that it was dark inside the barn. Whitney was still behind Maddy as they turned a corner but Maddy then suddenly stopped in her tracks, gasping quickly. The jolting stop by Maddy had caught Whitney off guard, and she nearly bumped straight into her but caught herself at the last second. Stopping herself from crashing into Maddy had triggered her heart to beat faster, and this time she felt it as her bladder muscles relaxed. It felt like she was living in slow motion, first she could feel the wetness as it spread round her crotch, and second; gravity then took its course, the warm pee running down her inner thighs and down the back of her calves. This place really was cursed.
There were a few splatters on the floor and Maddy turned herself round, looking back to see if she could see where the water was coming from.
“This place is weird.” Maddy said.
“I know…” Whitney whispered, as some more drops ran down her legs. She wasn’t entirely sure if she could stop it now but she was desperately trying too.
“That’s the spiral staircase by the way.” Whitney was pointing to the corner of the barn, where the rustic spiral staircase stood.
Maddy could make it out but wasn’t entirely thrilled by the look of it. It really did look like it was about to fall down.
“Doesn’t look too safe.” Maddy whispered as she kept walking in that direction over the staircase.
Whitney had been trying so hard just keep control of her bladder that she accidentally walked into one of the boxes beside her, sending it toppling over. There was a booming echo as the box crashed into the ground. Maddy swung round and let out a little scream.
“Fuck…” Maddy said, her heartbeat racing.
“So sorry.” Whitney replied.
As Maddy swung back round and started shuffling forwards again, Whitney could hear more droplets of water. She gently felt to see if it was her but she was still only wet from before, and was doing an okay job of holding any pee she could. She then heard another drop and glanced towards Maddy’s bum. Despite the darkness in the barn, Whitney could make out a darker shade to Maddy’s denim shorts from behind. Whitney didn’t want to be rude, or bring it to Maddy’s attention, after all it was slightly amusing to her. She assumed that Maddy must have done what she’d done originally and wet herself out of fear without realising.
“You okay?” Whitney whispered.
“Yeah course.” Maddy replied wholeheartedly, still heading for the spiral staircase.
Whitney who was still behind Maddy could make out droplets and little streams running down her legs. Whitney really couldn’t believe what she was seeing, Maddy was always so composed in every situation but now she was wetting herself without realising - or that’s what Whitney thought.
The reality was that Maddy had been holding her pee ever since they’d come out to the farm and she regretted having that coffee on the journey. It had been in the back of her mind that she needed to go but hadn’t gone when she was getting changed in the toilet. The last time she was in a predicament like this, she had been spurting out pee into Olivia’s bed, and she didn’t want the same outcome here but it was happening regardless of what she wanted.
The box that Whitey had sent crashing into the floor had scared her, and without realising she had spurted multiple times in her denim shorts. The pee had pooled in her bikini before seeping out. She didn’t want to look down or bring attention to it but she knew she had streams of pee running in all direction down her legs. Maddy was just hoping that Whitney wouldn’t notice what was going on as she kept shuffling forwards towards the spiral staircase, but Whitney had seen.
Watching the streams of pee run down Maddy’s legs wasn’t helping Whitney though, she spurted more out, she could now feel longer warm jets running down her legs - the material of her green sports shorts had completely stuck to her. She felt like her twelve year old self again, except this time she wasn’t by herself and she wasn’t twelve - she was nineteen. She remembered back to being twelve and how she’d ran back inside to find her grandmother, crying and saying there was a man in the barn.
Maddy had made it to the bottom of the staircase without anymore leaks, as did Whitney. Maddy was having to fully concentrate on here bladder though and knew that Whitney would see either way if she trued to make it up the stairs.
“Not sure it's safe to go up…” Maddy remarked whist gently squeezing her legs together.
“Shall we leave it?” Whitney said with a worried look on her face. She too wanted to get out of here.
“Yeah…” Maddy said, giving Whitney a half smile.
Whitney turned herself round and started heading back the way they came at a slightly quicker pace. As they shuffled back, Maddy was now behind Whitney which came as a relief. She had dribbled again, and heard a small splattering sound as the pee fell straight to the ground - neither girl stopped walking though. Maddy eyes slowly glanced down as they rounded the corner, and she saw something she did not expect, Whitney’s green Nike sports shorts were wet. Maddy observed more as they made their way to the side door of the barn, they weren’t just wet, they were glistening, she could see little spurts of pee running down Whitney’s legs.
They’d finally made it to the side door and Whitney quickly pushed it open. Both girls instantly felt some sort of relief as they’d managed to get out of the haunted barn, but Whitney had to go one further, she needed more relief.
“Oh my….I…I can’t hold…I’m wetting…” Whitney whimpered, her legs were slightly apart and she couldn’t hold on anymore, she was wetting herself.
Maddy’s eyes were fixated on Whitney’s green shorts as they glistened, pee running in any and every direction. She quickly glanced up to see Whitney biting her lip with her eyes closed. There was now a proper splattering sound and the pee started pooling around Whitney’s feet.
“I…can’t…stop!!” Whitney cried out.
The splattering sound was tipping Maddy over the edge. She was starting to lose control.
“Ohhh…Whitney…you’re making me…” Maddy stopped. “Fuck…I’m having an accident.”
Maddy’s body was frozen. Whitney could hear the hissing sound as Maddy lost control and starting soaking her denim shorts. The warm pee was racing down her legs and pooling around her.
Both the girls stood looking at the others mess.
“Shall we go back to the lake?” Whitney quietly said.
“Yeah…” Maddy whimpered.
The girls made their way back through the trees, towards the lake. Neither saying a word. |
Thanks for the continued support!!
Sorry for the delay in getting this chapter out.
I wanted to tie up a few loose ends before I write the final parts!
CHAPTER 13 - The Conversations
Bridget’s beach day had been ruined by her accident in the morning, she’d been in the sea multiple times but somehow still felt dirty. She knew that she was probably just being too self conscious and over thinking it but she couldn’t seem to shake that initial feeling of humiliation and embarrassment. The way she’d genuinely lost control and spurted pee all over herself, it disgusted her. She could’ve sworn the pee trail she’d left in the sand next to her towel had stayed wet for the whole time they’d been there, but it was just her mind playing tricks on her.
In the end, they’d decided to return home a little after lunch. Both Olivia’s and Bridget’s mum had said enough was enough, the beach was too busy and they’d rather chill around the pool back at the villa. Bridget thought about how the journey seemed to take an eternity, all she wanted to do was strip out of her black costume and put a new, fresh bikini on. The sun was still beating down hard and Bridget couldn’t stop sweating, the sooner this day was over, the better.
“Sorry about that girls.” Olivia’s mum said whilst taking a sip of water.
“Its cool.” Olivia said quietly.
“Was just too busy…we should’ve stayed at the villa.” Bridget’s mum added, keeping her eyes focused on the road.
“Yeah…” Bridget said softly, thinking about her disastrous morning.
Finally, the car pulled up at the villa, and all four women slowly made their way inside. Olivia dropped her bag on the side and instinctively headed upstairs. She didn’t know why but she’d been so horny during the drive home and she wanted to treat herself. Once she got to the bathroom, she locked the door and caught her breath. She wasn’t desperate to pee as such, although she did feel the urge to go but knew she could hold it. She rested her back against the door and placed her hand down, gently rubbing her fingers over the bikini. With every rub she caught her breath before she decided to rub harder, letting out a sharp moan.
It wasn’t long before she moved positions, now sat, still in her bikini over the toilet. She tilted her head back a little as she edged herself. She pushed gently and warm pee spurted out into her bikini and pooling before falling into the toilet. Every imagination possible was rushing through her head as she edged closer to her orgasm but she quickly had to stop herself when she heard footsteps on the stairs. The footsteps grew louder.
“Olivia?” It was her mum.
“Just on the toilet mum.” Olivia said. “I’ll be five minutes.”
Her pussy was throbbing and she was still rubbing her clit as she said the words, hoping her mum wouldn’t realise what she was doing through her voice.
“Okay…no worries.” Her mum replied.
Olivia heard the footsteps retreating back down the stairs and proceeded to finish what she’d started.
Whilst Olivia had been treating herself upstairs, Bridget had been finding the right time to get into the pantry room and wash her costume. She knew once the costume was in the washer, she could just wrap a towel round herself and dart back upstairs to change; but it wasn’t until Olivia’s mum had gone upstairs that the time was right.
Bridget had tiptoed across to the hall and into the pantry room, the smell of washing powder and wet clothes filled her nose. The washing machine door was already open, it was half full with dirty clothes.
‘Perfect.’ Bridget thought. She quickly stripped out of her costume; it still had a damp feel to it as it hadn’t fully dried from the beach. She took one last look at it before throwing it into the washer. The door to the pantry then opened and Bridget froze, doing her best to cover her body with the towel she had been carrying in her other hand.
“OH…sorry Bridget.” Bridget's mum had opened the door expecting nobody to be inside.
“MUM!” Bridget exclaimed.
“What you doing in here?” Her mum asked, waiting a few seconds for Bridget to cover up her exposed body.
“Nothing…” Bridget said nervously, she was still a little shocked.
“…you’re naked?” Her mum asked.
“MUM! Whats with the questions?” Bridget’s face reddened in embarrassment.
“Alright…”. Her mum replied. “No need to be feisty.”
At this point, Olivia had slowly made her way down the stairs. She’d also changed her bikini and was heading to the pantry room to wash her old one - in different circumstances to Bridget though. Olivia then stopped herself before entering as she could hear voices. She stood, listening to the conversation from outside.
“Sorry…” Bridget said under her voice, looking at her mum with sad dog like eyes.
“Is everything okay?” Her mum said in a softer voice, she knew when there was an issue with her daughter.
“Erm…umm…I had an accident.” Bridget said reluctantly, her face reddening once again.
“An accident?” Her mum replied, she was confused.
“In my costume.” Bridget said, looking down. “At the beach.”
“Ohh…I see…” Bridget’s mum glanced her eyes towards the washer.
“Yeah.” Bridget said under her voice.
“Accidents happen sweetheart. I’ll put the washer on and no one will find out.” Bridget’s mum replied, slowly embracing Bridget into her arms.
“Thanks mum.” Bridget said.
Olivia, who was still listening from outside, slowly moved away from the door. She couldn’t believe what she’d just heard. Perfect Bridget had finally slipped up, and she thought she’d got away with it. Olivia’s holiday had been completely made.
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Isabella hadn’t slept all night. She’d been tossing and turning in her sleep. By the time she got to sleep, her dreams had been nightmares. She’d woken up in sweats, franticly checking her crotch, thinking she’d wet the bet but luckily everything was dry. She couldn’t believe what Josie had done her last night - it made her so angry. Finally, the clock in her room read 07:30, still very early for her to get up, but she decided too - making sure she used to toilet before anyone else in the house.
Isabella knew her mum was already up, she could smell toast in the air as she walked down the stairs. What she didn’t realise is that Josie was also up. Josie had been trying to sneak her wet clothes from yesterday into the washer but the mum had come down and caught Josie in the act. Isabella then made her way into the kitchen.
“Ohh…hi” Isabella said, glancing at both her sister and mum in the process.
“Morning.” The mum replied.
“Whats going on?” Isabella asked, before looking up at the clock wondering what everyone was doing up at seven thirty. It was a Sunday after-all.
“I found Josie sneaking around this morning.” The mum said inquisitively.
“…and” Isabella gestured whilst walking over to the tap to get a drink.
“Think we need to talk.” The mum said, raising her eyebrows.
“Okay…well I’m listening.” Isabella quickly replied.
“Right then.” The mum started. “It it true?”
“What true?” Isabella darted her eyes towards her sister, and then back to her mum.
“You made your sister pee herself?” The mum blurted out.
“Wait…what?” Isabella said, her eyes now focused on her sister.
“Well…apparently when she was drunk, you locked her outside in the garden and…” The mum broke off and looked at Josie.
“WHAT…NO!” Isabella took a sip of her drink. “…I tickled her in the garden, and she just…lost it.”
“Josie?” The mum raised her voice a little, turning to look at Josie.
“I was drunk…I don’t remember what happened.” Josie replied whilst smirking.
Isabella rolled her eyes and took another sip of her drink.
“For god sake Josie.” The mum broke off realising that Josie had been lying before continuing. “I’m just concerned…this isn’t the first time you know.”
Hearing these words come out of her mums mouth set Josie off. “Well…I’m not the only one who can’t control it.”
Josie’s eyes were now fixed on Isabella, and the mum slowly swung her head round.
“Isabella…” The mum said slowly.
“What?” Isabella said, crunching the wrinkles in her face.
“I know when you’re lying to me.” The mum said, seeing straight through her daughters bullshit.
“It was once at uni…” Isabella let out. “I’d drank a lot and I…yeah.”
Isabella stopped herself before revealing that she’d passed out and pissed the bed, she’d leant that sometimes in situations you couldn’t reveal everything.
“God.” The mum said under her breathe, picking another slice of toast of her plate and eating it.
“And…?” Josie said, darting her eyes at Isabella.
Isabella knew exactly what Josie was hinting at. It had triggered Isabella and she thought she might as well finish off yesterdays story.
“You want the truth mum?” Isabella said, looking back at Josie.
“Go on then…” The mum replied whilst pulling out a chair from the table and taking a seat.
“Josie was so mad about her accident that she locked me out the toilet last night…and I pissed myself and…!!” Isabella hadn’t spoken so fast before.
The mum turned to look at Josie. “Is this true…?”
Josie face reddened. “Well…”
The mum cut in before Josie could finish. “If you ever do that again…you’re in so much trouble!!”
“Whatever…” Josie replied sarcastically. “I’m going back to bed.”
Josie then got up off her seat and walked off, heading upstairs. Isabella sighed to herself as Josie walked past.
“Bring your clothes and I’ll put a wash on now.” The mum said, looking at Isabella.
Isabella started walking but stopped herself as she got to the door of the kitchen.
“Umm…Mum.” Isabella said, her voice shaking.
“What now?” The mum said, she just wanted this whole situation to be over with. She thought her daughters were past these silly games.
“There’s something else…” Isabella stopped before continuing. “I kind of shit myself as well…”
“You what…?” The mum said, she was shocked. “You two are disgusting.”
Isabella then headed upstairs quickly before returning back downstairs with sticky, shit stained panties and soaked gym leggings. What a disaster.
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Both Maddy and Whitey had wet themselves like little girls, both in different circumstances. Whitney mainly out of fear and Maddy out of desperation. Whitney couldn’t quite believe that her last accident had been in the barn when she was twelve, and now again at nineteen - she had completely humiliated herself. She knew she was a big girl now and that this should never have happened but once her accident had started, she couldn’t stop it.
Whitney legs had been slightly apart but the pee hadn’t fallen straight down between her legs. Her mind, like most peoples in the world, was programmed to use the toilet, so her pee came out in long jets. With each spurt of pee, some fell straight down between her legs, whilst the other streams of pee raced to the back of her thighs or down her inner legs. Maddy, on the other hand, hadn’t ever wet herself like that before, not even during the accident in Olivia’s bedroom. This had been worse. Pee had gushed out her, completely soaking every part of her lower body. She’d never been so embarrassed before in her life, her face was burning red.
Once the streams of pee seemed to stop, both girls sort of acknowledge each other before walking back through the forest. Maddy remembered that Whitney said something and that she’d murmured a reply but she was really trying hard to forget everything that had just happened. There was complete silence between the girls as they walked back through the forest towards the lake in their wet clothes.
Neither Maddy or Whitney looked at each other during the short walk back; in fact Maddy was more concerned as she still had to pee a little. Despite having her accident, she really wasn’t finished.
‘How can there be more?’ She thought to herself, her cheeks still burning bed.
As Maddy walked, she tentatively grimaced her face. Warm urine trickled out of her, luckily not as much this time, but still enough to dribble down her, already pee soaked legs. She wanted and needed this whole saga to be over. Maddy could see the clearing in the trees that led them back to the lake and was desperate to clean off in the water. It wasn’t until they got to the lake that Whitney decided to open her mouth and break the tension.
“Maddy…” Whitney started. “Do you want to…em…talk about that?”
“Not really…you just made me piss my pants.” Maddy snapped back furiously.
“Oh come on…” Whitney sighed, rolling her eyes.
“What?” Maddy blankly replied, staring at Whitney.
“You’d already…you know…wet yourself.” Whitney remarked, briefly glancing at Maddy’s wet denim shorts.
“Haha.” Maddy laughed sarcastically. “That was you…your green shorts were drenched.”
“Well…I told you I didn’t want to go in.” Whitney said under her breath.
“Right…” Maddy said. “So it’s my fault now?”
“I didn’t say that Maddy…” Whitney didn’t know why her best friend was being so weird about this whole situation.
Maddy was still angry, with her friend and herself, she knew it wasn’t her first accident in recent times but she thought she was over the whole accident saga. It was the feeling of shame that was hurting her the most.
“Doesn’t change what’s just happened.” Maddy snapped back again.
“Fine…” Whitney said, feeling a little threatened.
Whitney then turned away from Maddy, she had a predicament. Just like Maddy had done during the walk back through the forest, Whitney still needed to pee - and it was starting to come out of her. She turned her body in the hope Maddy wouldn’t see; but Maddy had noticed her slowly biting into her lip.
“U okay?” Maddy said realising something was up, before slowly gazing her eyes towards Whitney’s crotch.
“I’m…” Whitney couldn’t get her words out.
There wasn’t a lot of pee but Whitney had felt the warmth again as pee pierced through her green sports shorts and dribbled down down her legs. This was a genuine accident.
“Look…I’m sorry.” Maddy said softly when Whitney’s shorts had stopped glistening.
“Can we just go back now?” Whitney said, raising her voice a little. She could feel tears forming in her eyes.
…and get cleaned up?” Maddy added.
“YES” Whitney replied.
The girls, packed up their belongings and made the short walk back to the house. The sun was still beating down but neither girl cared, they both wanted to shower and feel clean again - and never talk about the haunted barn ever again. |
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Hope everyone enjoys this chapter.
CHAPTER 14 - Freshers Night One
Isabella never enjoyed packing, not even for holidays abroad, so deciding what she needed to take back to university had been a nightmare. It had mainly been done the night before, pulling boxes out of the attic and untidily folding her clothes and placing them in. Isabella had somehow convinced Josie to help too. It wasn’t exactly what Josie wanted to do on a Friday night, but she did miss her sister when she was gone and the least she could do was help her pack.
Luckily for Isabella, her mum had got up early on the Saturday morning and packed most of the boxes and suitcases in the car; the only things left to pack were Isabella’s expensive items. Isabella had thought about taking her own car to university but her mum had decided against the idea - she knew Isabella would end up wrecking it.
The car journey to Isabella’s University was only an hour so and both Isabella and Josie had put their headphones in for the duration, which let the mum have the radio on. Isabella rolled her eyes as she could hear her mum trying to belt one of the high notes in an eighties classic. It wasn’t long until Isabella recognised where they were, turning corners and nearing her new house.
As the car pulled up on the side of the road, Isabella had already spotted Hannah in the window, her long brown hair was covering her face but Isabella could make out her rather slim figure and her hoodie. The house wasn’t big by any means, it was tucked in-between two larger houses that sat at the end of the street.
Isabella’s mum got out the car first and was slowly followed by Isabella and then Josie. They all quickly headed to the boot and started unloading the boxes and suitcases. After a minute or so, Isabella’s belongings were now laid out on the pavement, ready to be taken in the house.
“Hey!!” Hannah exclaimed, smiling as she came out of the house. “You need some help?”
“Please…” Isabella quickly replied whilst holding a box in both of her hands.
Isabella was grateful for Hannah’s help and after fifteen minutes of unpacking, Isabella’s new room was now full of boxes. Isabella scanned around and thought the blank walls were extremely uninspiring but with a few pictures and decorations it would have to do. Isabella could hear that her mum had already started unzipping the suitcases and throwing her clothes into empty drawers.
After an hour of decorating and unpacking, and taking inspiration from Hannah and Ellie, Isabella’s room was finally complete. This was her new home for the next year. There was a small kitchen, pantry and living room downstairs, two bedrooms on the first floor where Hannah and Isabella would sleep and a larger bedroom on the second floor where Ellie would sleep. Hannah and Isabella would also share the large bathroom whilst Ellie had her own ensuite connecting to her room, although it was small.
“Can I stay?” Josie asked, looking at Isabella.
“Today?” Isabella replied, still looking at her phone.
“Yeah.” Josie paused. “I mean…I have my fake ID with me. I could come out…?”
“Well…” Isabella looked up, and then scanned to look at her mum.
“Fine! On one condition.” The mum looked back at Isabella. “You take care of her.”
“Of course.” Isabella said, before glancing back down at her phone.
“Thanks mum.” Josie said, before throwing her arms round her mum.
“I should be getting off anyways…leave you two girls to it.” The mum said.
The three of them headed out of Isabella’s room and back down the stairs. Isabella and Josie watched as their mum walked to the car, got in and quickly drove off. Isabella thought about how she was now free again.
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Isabella had moved in on the Saturday, the first day of freshers week, whilst Ellie and Hannah had already been in the house for a week. They were head of the cheerleading society, which Isabella had joined, and they’d had to set up all the cheerleading socials and events that were coming up this seamster.
It was now Saturday evening and the girls were getting ready for their first night out when there was a knock at the door.
“That’ll be Gabi.” Ellie remarked.
“Gabi?” Isabella frowned. She didn’t realise that the girls had invited people over.
“Yeah…Ellie’s got to sort something with her.” Hannah quickly added before taking another sip of her drink.
“Oh right.” Isabella said under her breathe.
“Cool.” Josie awkwardly added to the conversation.
“I’ll be back in ten minutes.” Ellie said, as she scampered to open the door.
Ellie then quickly opened the door and ushered Gabi upstairs. Gabi followed Ellie’s instructions and headed straight up the stairs, she was closely followed by Ellie. Gabi had a small frame, she was the flyer on the cheer team. For as long as she could remember she had always been the flyer. Her long blonde hair swayed as she climbed the two flights of stairs before reaching Ellie’s bedroom door.
Now sat on Ellie’s bed, Gabi thought about what was going to happen next; she knew the consequences of having an accident but she didn’t think it would be ever be her.
“You okay?” Ellie asked, looking directly at Gabi who was gazing away in the other direction.
“Yeah course.” Gabi gritted her teeth. “You know…it was just a little accident.”
“Well you know the rules Gabi.” Ellie replied. “You pissed your pants.”
Gabi didn’t want reminding of the accident. She remembered it well enough. She had been at the front of the line, waiting for someone to come out of the toilet, so desperate to pee. It was the flushing of the toilet that set her off, the warm pee just escaped, and she just couldn’t stop it. She remembered drying herself off and then getting her boyfriend to come and get her. She had been mortified, and it made her feel sick just thinking about it.
“Fine…” Gabi said, looking up at Ellie.
Ellie then pulled a nappy out from under her bed. It was the cheerleading tradition, if you’ve had an accident, you had to spend a night out in a nappy, or during practice. Luckily for Gabi, she’d be able to get hers out the way quickly and hopefully, forget about it.
“You’re going to have to lift your legs up.” Ellie said.
Gabi reluctantly pulled her jeans down and laid on her back. She couldn’t believe what she was doing but on the other hand, wanted to get it over and done with as quick as possible. Ellie slid the nappy underneath and stuck the sides down so it was secure.
“I can’t believe this.” Gabi muttered under her breathe.
“All done.” Ellie quickly replied.
“Thanks.” Gabi said sarcastically whilst pulling her jeans back up, she already hear the crinkling as she stood back up.
“I’m sure you know the rules, just for the night out.” Ellie said.
“Right.” Gabi replied whilst feeling her now enlarged jeans.
“And obviously…” Ellie paused and looked down. “You…use if if you have too…”
“God that’s disgusting.” Gabi said, rolling her eyes.
“See you later then…” Ellie said whilst walking towards her door.
She quickly let Gabi out and returned to the living room with the girls.
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The only thing that Isabella had been worried about was Josie’s fake ID. Josie had bought it from a girl in a year above her at school and although they had similar facial features, Josie was definitely a few inches taller. To add to this Isabella could see that Josie was already fairly drunk as they stood in the queue for the club.
“Stand still!” Isabella blurted out.
“It’ll be fine. Stop panicking.” Josie replied.
The queue quickly went down and Josie and Isabella now found themselves next in line. Luckily for the Josie, she was fine. The bouncer on the door hadn’t batted an eyelid and just waved her through. Josie took it all in as she climbed the short stairs, peering over the balcony to the dance floor below. The night had begun.
The night had been pretty uneventful for most of the girls. Both Hannah and Ellie had been catching up with the girls in the cheerleading society; Ellie thinking about how the small talk probably could’ve gone on all night if it wasn’t for the boy attention they were getting. Gabi on the other hand was starting to struggle. It wasn’t that she was uncomfortable or embarrassed, the padding had been easy to hide, it was the fact she needed to pee. All the dancing and drinking had taken its toll and at this point she knew that any normal girl would use the toilets, but she couldn’t.
She didn’t exactly have a plan as she was surrounded by her friends. But she removed herself by slowly edging backwards out of the circle.
“Where you going?” One of Gabi’s friends shouted down her ear.
“The toilet…” Gabi replied, not even hearing her words as the music was so loud.
“I’ll come.” The friend replied. After all its a known fact that girls on nights out go to the toilet in pacts.
“Don’t worry, I’ll just be a sec.” Gabi said, inching further away from her friend.
“Okay. You sure?” The friend replied once again.
“Yeah…” Gabi said, quickly hurrying to a quieter corner of the club.
Gabi’s mind froze for a second, she thought that she may as well of stayed dancing in the circle. Being by herself in the corner of the club was only going to draw attention, especially as she was now pushing her legs together. Gabi changed her mind and waddled slowly back to her circle of friends, pushing past other drunk students dancing.
“That was quick…?” Her friend shouted at her once again.
“The queue was too long…” Gabi shouted back, lying. She was starting to properly panic now, her bladder was hurting and she knew that she was going to pee sooner or later.
A matter of seconds went by when Gabi got bashed into by a group of boys trying to get past. It knocked her off balance, and she had to catch herself as she fell. As she stood back upright, it was happening, she had let go. Being knocked off balance and let het mind wonder, and she was now filling her nappy with warm urine. It was pooling around her crotch and soaking into the material of the nappy. Her legs were shaking a little with the realisation of what was going on but she couldn’t deny that the relief was sensational and the pain in her bladder was starting to ease. This only crossed her mind for a short second. She was more concerned about any leaks, or if anyone could tell she was wetting her nappy.
Time froze again and Gabi knew she was blushing hard. With every dance move, her pee sloshed from side to side in her nappy. She’d finished peeing but knew she didn’t want to stay in the club for much longer - she just wanted to get home.
—-
“Where’s Ellie?” Josie asked.
“They’re still at the club.” Isabella replied, whilst having her arm draped around Josie’s neck.
“Where’s Hannah.” Josie asked, slurring her words.
“At the club!!” Isabella was starting to get annoyed and frustrated with her sister.
They’d left the club a little early and were now on the fifteen minute walk home. Isabella was glad that Josie had come out with her but also annoyed that she couldn’t handle her drink. Josie was stumbling with every step, and was virtually being carried by Isabella. Luckily for Josie, Isabella had started to sober up, and was taking good care of her. Unluckily for Josie, she hadn’t used the bathroom since before midnight, and now, three hours later, was getting desperate.
Josie didn’t want to alarm Isabella either, especially not after their last experience together but her tight jeans were making the situation worse. She knew she had about ten minutes before a huge accident in front of her sister. The girls kept walking and Josie was hanging on, still dry. All she could think about was how the walk felt like some sort of marathon.
“Come on!!” Isabella sighed. “The house is on the next street.”
“I’m trying…” Josie replied, her legs were tired, and she was now having to walk and cross them at the same time.
“Well try harder…” Isabella said back sarcastically.
Ten minutes had passed and Josie still didn’t know how she was still holding it. It was definitely warm around her crotch but she was pretty sure it was just sweat. She could now make out the entrance to Isabella’s house but it didn’t feel like it was getting any closer and she could still feel Isabella’s arm draped round her neck, pulling her along.
As they reached the door, Isabella fumbled around in her bag to find her key. A few seconds later she managed to get the key into the door, and turn it - the front door swung open. Without hesitating, Josie skipped past Isabella, pushing her to the side, and hurried to the stairs.
Once on the stairs, Josie was already undoing the string belt that was keeping her jeans up, followed by the button. When she reached the top of the stairs she felt the first bit of warmth on her crotch, she’d dribbled in her panties. Her mind was racing and she was still stumbling but it was only a few more steps to the toilet. As she entered the bathroom, there was a loud hissing as Josie yanked her jeans and panties down. She knew her pee had sprayed on them as she’d pulled them down but she’d somehow made it.
“Wow!” Isabella remarked, as she stood opposite Josie. “Someone needed to pee.”
“So bad…I didn't;’t even realise.” Josie replied, breathing heavily.
“That’s what alcohol does.” Isabella joked.
It wasn’t long before Isabella and Josie were sharing the bed, once again friends as sisters - the night could’ve been so much worse. |
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CHAPTER 15 - Freshers Night Two
Isabella had waved goodbye to Josie in the morning. Their mum had driven back to collect her, and also dropped off Isabella’s hair straighteners which she’d forgotten to bring. It was a swift encounter between them all and Isabella popped briefly outside before the morning chill caught her skin and she headed back inside, and back to bed.
Once Isabella’s head hit the pillow, she didn’t wake back up until one in the afternoon, and was feeling the effects of last night. Now awake, Isabella put her hair in a bun and threw on some grey joggers before heading downstairs. Once in the kitchen, she poured herself a ‘berocca’, and slouched onto the sofa, flicking on a random TV channel in the process.
All three girls spent most of the day resting up, they knew they had a whole week of partying and that nothing would stop them. Isabella politely made each of the girls a cup of tea, and tried to make some conversation but neither Hannah or Ellie seemed that interested.
“Sooo…no boys took your fancy last night?” Isabella asked the room, hoping either girl would reply.
“What?” Ellie said, briefly glancing up from her phone.
“Boys..?” Isabella said again, quieter.
“Oh…nah…can’t be bothered.” Ellie paused, still looking at her phone. “Did you see that Daisy last night?”
“Oh my god yeah…” Hannah replied before adding “…looked like a slut.”
“Such a skimpy outfit.” Ellie added.
“And her hair looks like straw…” Hannah blurted out.
“Needs to lay off the dye.” Ellie replied.
Isabella wasn’t quite sure who Daisy was, but from the description, she guessed it was one of her fellow cheerleaders, in particular the one who had bleached blonde hair. If her memory served her correctly, the outfit that Daisy had worn had been no different to that of Ellie or Hannah. Isabella gritted her teeth and tried to start another conversation.
“What’s the plan for tonight then?” Isabella asked, trying to change the subject.
“Think a couple girls are coming round here.” Hannah replied.
“A couple?” Isabella said laughing slightly.
“Yeah…house isn’t that big” Hannah replied again. “Can’t have the whole team round.”
“Do you know what time?” Isabella asked.
“Probably like ten…” Hannah said. “You know they girls take ages to come.”
“True…”. Isabella smiled trying to make contact with either girl but both were still glued to their phones. She didn’t want to ask more questions but another one slipped out.
“Can I invite Emma and Olivia?” Isabella paused. “My old flat mates?”
“Sure…” Hannah said under her breathe, not really taking in the question, or the conversation.
Isabella quickly got her phone out and texted Emma and Olivia - they still had the flat chat from last year. After a little persuasion, Emma and Olivia both agreed to coming. Although Isabella had only been in her new house for one night, it was apparent that the girls wouldn’t do much talking; Ellie and Hannah had spent most of the afternoon on their phones - and if they were to talk, they seemed to just be rude towards the other cheerleaders.
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Isabella was already a few drinks in before Emma and Olivia arrived. She’d only really had the drinks to try and cure her hangover from the previous night, and she wasn’t sure how long she’d last tonight either. Her head was still sore and she didn’t want to take any paracetamol as she was worried she’d take too many. Isabella had managed to straighten her hair, thanks to her mum and had thrown on a pair of blue jeans and a cute little white top.
“HEY!” Emma shouted, her eyes beaming as she saw Isabella.
“How are you?” Isabella asked whilst giving Emma a hug, before getting to Olivia and doing the same.
“Good!!…so nice to see you.” Emma blurted back.
“Are you already drunk?” Isabella joked, gesturing towards Emma whilst looking at Olivia.
Olivia’s eyes widened. “We just had a few.”
“Haha okay…whatever you say.” Isabella laughed.
The girls made their way into the kitchen, where the table was laid out for a game a beer pong - but instead was full of liquor bottles.
“You’ll have to give us a tour of the house…” Emma asked, looking at Isabella.
“May be when it quietens down.” Isabella replied, not hearing her words due to the blaring music.
The house was already quite full. There was an array of people playing drinking games in the living room, a handful in the kitchen topping up their drinks and the rest outside in the back. The back was small, and had a cobbled area with a bench with the surrounding area filled with weeds and shrubbery. A lot of the cheerleaders were trying to chat with either Hannah and Ellie, getting into their good books one would say. Whilst the others would be clinging onto the nearest boy, working their charm.
Hannah and Ellie had also invited Sophie; she was the top boss for the cheerleaders. She gave the orders to Hannah and Ellie but hadn’t arrived at the party yet. Sophie was a medic and was entering her final year of university. Due to her limited free time, she couldn’t spend much time at the socials, but worked through all the logistics for the teams. She was also the one who had made the rule about the nappies, if any of the girls had accidents.
The night was in full swing and after her brief encounter with Emma and Olivia, Isabella made her way upstairs, quickly stopping by her room to spray some more perfume onto her neck. This was just a smokescreen for the fact she knew she didn’t feel well. As she stepped back out of her room, she headed for the bathroom, locking the door behind her as she entered. Isabella tied her hair back the best she could, opened the toilet seat and instantly vomited.
Whilst Isabella’s was throwing up, the party downstairs had taken alight. Ellie had seen Gabi arrive and wanted to quiz her about last night.
“How was last night then?” Ellie said, putting her lips close to Gabi’s ear.
“Fine…” Gabi rolled her eyes, trying to seem uninterested.
“Oh…so you didn’t?…you know.” Ellie said pryingly.
“Well…” Gabi mumbled.
“Go on.” Ellie laughed to herself, knowing what was about to come out of Gabi’s mouth.
“I did…” Gabi said, her face turning a darker shade of red. “Happy now?”
“Aww.” Ellie replied with a smile on her face. “You wet your nappy. How cute.”
As Ellie said that, she felt a sharp twinge in her bladder and moved her hand down, using it to dig into her crotch. It was definitely time for her to use the bathroom. She quickly left the living room and headed up the stairs. As she reached the top of the stairs, she saw the back of a girl with long bleached blonde hair. She recognised who it was straight away, it was Daisy. Daisy had a bright pink dress on, with some pink sunglasses resting on her head. Daisy was stood outside the bathroom door, not realising it was occupied by a vomiting Isabella. Ellie observed that Daisy’s legs were crossed, she was evidently desperate.
“You okay?” Ellie said, trying to act nice.
Daisy turned around quickly; Ellie had startled her. “Ohhh yeah. I’m good.”
Daisy wasn’t good though, being startled had let her bladder muscles relax. And she could feel warmth on her pink panties.
“I’m just pretty desperate…” Daisy said, trying to force a smile.
“Me too.” Ellie replied jokingly. “We can use mine…its just upstairs”
“Thanks…” Daisy said.
Daisy then followed Ellie up the next flight of stairs. As Daisy walked, she proceeded to check how damp her underwear was as she wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold. As they entered Ellie’s room, Daisy felt another leak, it breached her panties, and slowly ran down the top of her thigh.
‘Fuck! I’m gonna piss myself’ Daisy thought to herself as she watched Ellie enter her ensuite. A short second after the door closed, and was locked, Daisy could hear the muffled sound of pee hitting the toilet bowl. This sent a wave through her body and before she knew it, she was leaking. Daisy could now feel the warm urine running down the back of her legs.
“You nearly done?” Daisy said, raising her voice a little, trying her best to stop her pee coming out in the process.
“Two secs…” Ellie called out from behind the door.
It was all a little to late for Daisy though, and as Ellie opened the door to let Daisy in, Ellie watched a helpless nineteen year old start wetting herself. Daisy clutched her dress in her hands, pulling it up to her waist, as her pink panties pooled with pee and there was a loud hissing as Daisy uncontrollable wet herself. Tears were now running down Daisy’s face, whilst urine was running down her legs in all directions.
“I’m….sorry” Daisy couldn’t get her words out. There was a puddle of pee forming round get feet on the wooden floor.
“Oh my god. Hahahaha.” Ellie laughed as she watched the pee come to a slow stop.
Luckily for Daisy, no pee had got on to her dress but her panties were definitely ruined. Ellie wasn’t the best of friends with Daisy, so to her this was completely hilarious. To add to this, it gave her the perfect opportunity to put a girl she didn’t like into Nappies.
“Do you need a change?” Ellie said, still laughing, observing the damage done.
“I think so…” Daisy mumbled out a reply.
“You might to clean yourself up first…” Ellie added, ushering Daisy into the bathroom.
As Daisy dried herself down in the bathroom, Ellie reached under her bed and pulled out a nappy; and it wasn’t long before Daisy had her legs high in the air for Ellie to fit the nappy.
“What if I need to go?” Daisy asked reluctantly, as she stood back up, pulling her dress down over the nappy.
“You go haha.” Ellie laughed. She couldn’t believe what had happened, Daisy had just pissed herself right outside the toilet. Something she would never do she thought.
“So I can’t use the toilet?” Daisy asked again.
“Not for the rest of night.” Ellie replied.
Daisy was humiliated, and by the time she’d made her back downstairs to the party, a lot of the guests had filtered out - either heading to the club, or going home. Daisy made her way to the living room and quickly sat down on one of the sofas. She must’ve sat for at least fifteen minutes before anyone spoke to her. At least at the last cheerleader party, her accident had happened outside and she’d somehow managed to hide it.
“HEY!” Emma shouted in the direction of Daisy, recognising her from the last cheerleading social.
“Oh hey.” Daisy said reluctantly back in the direction towards Emma.
“You okay?” Emma asked, whilst sitting down next to her. “You look down?”
“Ahh. I’m okay. Daisy replied. “You know how it is…”
“Do I?” Emma said, looking around. “Not sure I do.”
The alcohol had really taken its effect on Emma, and Daisy realised this.
“You wouldn’t understand.” Daisy said, looking down towards the floor.,
“Try me!” Emma fried back, her eyes widening in the process.
“Remember what I told you…at the last party.” Daisy paused. “Well…”
Daisy quickly slid her pink dress up so Emma could make out the nappy.
“Oh shit! I do remember…what happened?” Emma said calmly, now engaging in the conversation.
“I guess I just couldn’t hold it…” Daisy replied, raising a smile to herself. “It was outside Ellie’s room…”
“I'm sorry.” Emma said softly, putting her arm round Daisy’s shoulder.
“Nothing to be sorry about.” Daisy replied again, sliding her dress back down to cover up her nappy.
“Honestly though, no one will notice.” Emma said, hoping she’d help Daisy feel better.
Daisy didn’t get chance to reply to Emma as their brief conversation was interrupted by Olivia. Olivia had made her way into the living room, and said that everyone was leaving for the club now. Emma shot up off the sofa, she was ready to go. She turned back to look at Daisy.
“You coming?” Emma asked as she left the living room.
“Maybe. Give me two minutes.” Daisy paused. “I’ll catch you up if you leave now.
“Okay…” Emma replied.
Emma and Olivia then left the house, walking into the warm evening air, heading towards town.
“Where’s Isabella?” Emma asked, quickly remembering she’d invited them to this party.
“She’s not feeling well…” Olivia replied.
“Oh.” Emma added. The girls didn’t stop in their tracks, and they kept walking.
Back at the house, Daisy made sure now no one around. She wasn’t sure how as her accident had only been twenty minutes ago but she was already desperate again. The thing was, she didn’t want to wet her nappy, it would be even more humiliating. She’d probably have to find Ellie and ask her to change her or something. She quickly shuffled across the living room floor when no one was around and slowly made her way up the stairs.
“What you doing?” A voice called out, just as Daisy had reached the landing.
Daisy swung round to see Hannah standing in the doorway of her bedroom.
“Oh sorry…it’s nothing.” Daisy quickly replied, feeling threatened.
“We’re all leaving now anyways…” Hannah added, ushering Daisy back down the stairs.
Daisy swung herself round and quickly went back down the stairs, she was starting to get desperate again. Her only hope now would be to get back to her own home. Or may she was going to have to wet her nappy after all. |
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CHAPTER 16 - Freshers Night Three
The night had been fairly uneventful for the Ellie and Hannah, they’d socialised with Olivia and Emma a little in the club but both had done their usual flirting, getting a handful of boys numbers with ease. Daisy on the other hand had made the short journey home, stripped off her nappy and made it to the toilet with seconds to spare. She felt like after getting away her accident at the end of year party, last night was some sort of karma.
Isabella had woken up with a massive headache, not surprising really as she’d only had slumped herself on her bed last night, she wasn’t entirely sure how much she’d drank, but it was definitely over her usually limit. Once awake, she clambered downstairs and found a pizza box, she assumed that one of the girls had bought one last night.
Isabella opened the pizza box and discovered there was still half left, she gratefully started munching what was left before pouring herself a drink. She was annoyed to find she was out of juice so would have to settle for water. Isabella could then hear footsteps coming down the stairs.
“You look rough.” Hannah said as she entered the kitchen.
“I’m so dead, honestly.” Isabella quickly replied.
“Hahaha.” Hannah let out a little laugh.
“Not sure if I’ll be able to go out tonight.” Isabella quickly said.
“Its the movie night anyways.” Hannah added.
“Movie night?” Isabella was confused. She finished her drink whilst waiting for Hannah to reply.
“Yeah…it started a few years ago. We all get super drunk and watch films.” Hannah stopped.
“Like a knock off slumber party..?” Isabella butted in.
“Haha. Pretty much.” Hannah laughed back. “It always ends up getting messy.”
“I can imagine.” Isabella said under her breathe as Hannah left the kitchen.
It had only been three days or so but Isabella was already starting to think she might regret living with the girls. Neither were very talkative and all it seemed they wanted to do was drink and party. She was sort of hoping this was just a freshers ‘thing’ and that both would knuckle down to do some work when the semester properly started.
Isabella spent what was left of the morning sat on the sofa, which respectively smelt like alcohol. It had obviously been stained the night before but had now dried out, leaving a darker patch a residue. Isabella quickly moved over the other sofa and switched on the TV, hoping to find something she could watch.
After unsuccessfully finding anything to watch, even on Netflix; Isabella returned back to her room. Within minutes she was changed and ready for the day. What a boring day she thought to herself, but how that was about to change.
—-
“They’ll be here in thirty minutes.” Ellie barked up stairs.
Isabella had only just made her way out of the shower. “What’s going on?”
“We need to set up!!” Ellie fired back.
“I’ll go down…” Hannah said, whilst racing past Isabella and heading down the stairs.
Isabella scampered into her room, and threw on some dark blue jeans with a white top. It had started raining on her way back from the gym, and the house was quite cool, hence putting jeans on instead of denim shorts. Isabella could still hear some sort of commotion downstairs, and thought she‘d stay up and delay going down for as long as possible to avoid it.
By the time Isabella had made her way downstairs, both the kitchen and living room area had been cleaned and smelt fresh, and she spotted that there were already a couple of girls in the back garden. Isabella then made her way outside.
“Hey. I’m Sophie.” One of the girls called out, looking at Isabella.
“Hey…nice to meet you.” Isabella replied slowly. “I’m Isabella.”
Isabella could sort of tell Sophie had previously been a cheerleader just by observing her body. Sophie was wearing small denim white shorts which showed off her toned legs and small red crop top, which highlighted her rather perky boobs.
It then clicked with Isabella who Sophie was, she’d heard Ellie and Hannah talking about her.
“Sooo…you’re the big boss then?” Isabella asked, half joking.
“Haha…kind of.” Sophie laughed. “The medicine degree has basically taken over my life…but I do what I can.”
“Right…” Isabella replied as she listened.
“Its why I’ve delegated most of my work to these two…” Sophie looked over in the direction of Hannah and Ellie.
During the conversation, and whilst she’d been standing outside, Sophie was playing it cool, or trying too. She was having to push her legs tightly together. She was sort of glad the conversation with Isabella had come to a close. She gingerly jammed her hand into her crotch, hoping that no one would see. Luckily for her, most of the girls were already tipsy, and a lot had already made their way inside.
Sophie then followed, and slowly headed back into the house. She was having to be careful, as she was getting fairly desperate. She headed for the stairs, her plan to use the bathroom, but as she reached the stairs a voice called out.
“The first movies starting. Come on!!” Hannah called out.
Sophie swung herself round. “Ohhh…right.”
Sophie, not thinking straight, then headed to the living room. As she entered, she realised it was already crammed, and that multiple girls were laying on the floor. She perched on the only place she could, which was on the edge of the sofa.
‘At least it’s close to the door,’ she thought to herself.
The first hour of the movie had been a struggle for Sophie, and she watched as all the other girls were still downing drinks; moving from that tipsy state to the drunk state. That was the reason she was in this predicament in the first place, she didn’t drink much anymore - especially not in comparison to the other cheerleaders. To add to this, the whole situation could’ve been avoided if she’d just gone before the movie. She also knew there was that unwritten rule at these freshers events, no using the bathroom until the movie has done.
Sophie had to concentrate hard, her bladder was literally hurting and she wasn’t sure if she’d even been in this position before - not even in her first or second year. The way she was perching made it quite easy for her to dig her heel into her crotch area, that was helping relieve some of the pain.
During the movie, Isabella had been squashed in; the sofa’s only really sat two people, but there were three girls currently sat on it whilst watching the movie. And after telling herself, she didn’t want to drink much tonight, she knew she’d already got herself drunk - and it was taking its toll. She needed to use the bathroom, and desperately. Being squashed sort of helped, as it forced her to keep her legs closed, but she was getting to the point where she needed to jam her hand in her crotch, and that wasn’t possible.
There was ten minutes left of the movie when Sophie laughed at one of the comical moments. Her bladder twinged in the process, and she leaked for the first time. The first thing that came to her mind, was how warm it was. She bit her lip hard, and gazed around the room - no one had noticed, everyone’s eyes were still fixed on the television. Sophie wasn’t sure how much harder she could dig her heel into her crotch, but she gently relieved the pressure before quickly re-applying. In the split second her heel left her crotch, she spurted and her little white denim shorts instantly got wet. The spurt only stopped when the pressure of her heel was reapplied. Sophie realised what she’d done and looked down quickly, it was so warm and she could see a few dribbles of warm pee were running down her legs.
Only sat a few feet across from Sophie, Isabella had basically done the same. The inability to jam her hands in her crotch had meant she’d spurted several times, and she we could feel the warmth in-between her legs. Isabella knew if the film didn’t end soon, she was going to wet herself on the sofa, and she’d never be able to live it down. After another tiny spurt, she looked down to see a small wet patch appear on her jeans.
Sophie knew the credits were about to role, and it was either get upstairs now, or completely wet yourself right here. She also knew that the other girls would take their time to get upstairs and use the respective bathrooms as they were all drunk. As soon as the screen faded away, she hopped off the edge of the sofa, and headed for the stairs, but just like it had before, removing the pressure of her crotch, had caused her to start leaking. Luckily she was out of the room and on the stairs before anyone could see what she’d done; it had only been a matter of steps, but she was now uncontrollably spurting. Sophie could feel the warmth running down from her bum, down the back and front of legs, and even on her calves, but she didn’t want to give up - she wanted to make it to the bathroom.
It was only when she got to the top of the stairs that she realised she’d completely wet her pants. Her denim shorts were stuck to her, and pee was slowly dripping down her legs in every direction. This was Sophie’s first ever accident, and she had completely wet herself. It was at that moment she could hear some of the girls starting to make their way upstairs, and she quickly thought on her feet. Waddling across the landing, she entered the first bedroom on the hall and quietly shut the door - hoping no one would enter.
One of the girls on the way up the stairs was Isabella, desperately trying to hang on. She knew there was a wet spot on her jeans but she’d come this far, and she told herself she would make it.
“Let me go first….please?” A girl pleaded with Isabella as they reached the top of the stairs.
“Erm…” The girl then entered before Isabella could reply.
“I’ll charge my phone then…” Isabella said whilst turning her feet in the direction of her room.
Isabella shuffled carefully to her room, still with her hand buried into her crotch. Sophie could hear footsteps head towards the door, and then it slid open. Isabella had kept her eyes down when entering her room and when she looked up, she was startled. Her heart jumped out of her skin and before she realised what was happening, she was letting go, warm urine was making its way out. Her hand that had been placed down there grew warm rapidly. She quickly looked down to see wet streaks on her dark jeans.
“Fuck!!…what the fuck.” Isabella said under her breathe. She couldn’t stop the flow and it was hot. The warmth was reaching every corner of her lower body. She’d been in this position before but she couldn’t quite believe she was wetting herself in her own room. Sophie’s eyes watched as streak after streak ran down Isabella’s legs, something she’d done herself only a matter of minutes ago.
“What the fuck are you doing in here?” Isabella said, whilst panting. She was still trying to take in what had just happened.
“I….” Sophie didn’t know what to say, she could still feel the warmth on her body from her own accident.
Isabell hadn’t noticed it at first but then she saw it, Sophie’s white denim shorts were stuck to her skin, and her legs still had visible streaks down them. Isabella instantly knew what had happened.
“You….” Isabella stopped, and scanned Sophie’s legs again before continuing. “Wet yourself?”
“It just sorta happened…” Sophie replied, her face burning bed.
“Damn. Thought all you cheerleaders had iron bladders.” Isabella replied, adding a smile at the end.
“Haha well…obviously not.” Sophie smirked, looking down at her shorts and legs.
“May be that’s just Hannah and Ellie.” Isabella replied, having defused the tension and situation.
Isabella might have been upstairs saying how strong Hannah and Ellie’s iron bladders were but downstairs Hannah had got herself into a predicament. She’d been caught up in multiple conversations in the kitchen, and had planned to use the bathroom after the first movie had finished. Hannah knew she hadn’t said anything in a while, and just smiled politely, hoping the conversations would come to a natural end. She kept pushing her legs together and it wasn’t until her bladder twinged that she knew she needed a bathroom, and very quickly.
As Hannah left the kitchen, her bladder twinged again, this time she couldn’t do anything about it and some warm pee escaped.
‘Not here, not here, not here.’ She told herself as she made her way up the stairs.
Hannah’s legs shook a little as she reached the top, she had to stop and steady herself and control her bladder - something she’d done many times before. She scanned the situation, realising the other two girls stood on the landing were waiting for the bathroom too. She quickly eased her way past them and headed up the final flight of stairs to Ellie's room.
As Hannah reached the top, and entered Ellie’s room, she spurted again. The warm urine hitting her panties; she knew it was now or never. In one last effort she clambered into Ellie’s ensuite, pulled her jeans down and fired into the toilet bowl.
“Thank god.” Hannah said under her breathe. “That was a close call.”
Hannah then looked down to observe the damage, but it turned out she’d barely done any damage at all. There was a wet spot on her panties about the size of a dime, and that was it. She knew she was a very lucky girl. By the time Hannah had wiped herself down and got down the stairs; both Isabella and Sophie appeared - in dry clothes.
“Think the second movie is starting now…” Hannah said.
“Yeah, we should get down.” Isabella replied.
The three girls then made their way downstairs, like nothing had happened. |
Back for a new chapter: broken up into two parts.
Also nearly 50,000 words on this story!
CHAPTER 17 - Freshers Night Four (PART 1)
Charlotte’s legs were shaking a little, she’d been desperate for nearly the entire forty-five minute journey and she knew she was coming to the end of her tether. The girls, Hannah, Isabella, Sophie and Charlotte had planned an afternoon trip to the beach - minus Ellie, who was too hungover. Hannah had offered to drive, which left Isabella in the passenger seat, and Charlotte and Sophie in the back.
It had been a very spontaneous trip, decided by Isabella and Hannah. They’d both woken up quite late, and were both feeling the effects of the slumber party the previous night but as it was beautiful weather; which was rare in September, they’d decided to take the trip. Luckily the beach was only a forty-five minute drive, and they could be back for the evening.
Charlotte had only got the message as she was waking up, and it said they’d be leaving in thirty minutes. She decided to ditch her plan for a shower, packed a quick a bag of essentials; slipped her black bikini on, and then raced across to Isabella’s house. But she had forgotten one thing, to use the bathroom before she left.
Back in the car and Charlotte was pushing her legs together hard. To add to this, every few seconds or so she was having to put her hand down to press into her crotch. She wasn’t sure if she’d leaked or not, she thought that the material of her bikini must’ve been soaking it up if she had. Her actions hadn’t gone unnoticed though, Sophie had glanced across several times and seen Charlotte in compromising positions.
“I’m so desperate…” Charlotte whispered over to Sophie.
“I know I can see…” Sophie replied, glancing down at Charlotte’s legs, which were tightly pushed together.
“I don’t know even know if I can hold it.” Charlotte added, wincing.
“Why didn’t you go before we set off?” Sophie asked, whispering once again.
“I just forgot, I had to rush over.” Charlotte said, looking more uneasy then ever.
“I’m sure we’re close.” Sophie replied, trying to reassure Charlotte.
“How much longer?” Charlotte said, raising her voice, trying to get Hannah’s attention.
“Like two minutes.” Hannah replied.
Sophie looked over to Charlotte and gave her a half smile. It was greeted with a tiny shake of Charlotte’s head.
“So how do you two know each other then?” Isabella said, whilst turning her head slightly to the girls in the back.
“Charlotte’s older sister is in my year of medicine…..” Sophie replied, catching Isabella’s eye.
“Small world.” Charlotte added, trying to focus all her mind on holding.
“That’s crazy.” Isabella stopped before continuing. “And this is the first time you’ve met…?”
“Yeah.” Charlotte replied, looking at Isabella, and then back to Sophie. She didn’t want to alarm any of them but the pressure was getting to much, and she let out a dribble. The last thing she wanted to do though was wet herself in another persons car.
The conversation came to a quick close and Charlotte could now see the sea out of the window, but was still unsure how she was going to deal with her predicament. A couple of thoughts flicked through her mind; one that she’d just go in the sea but she knew she wouldn’t make it that far. That left her only other thought, which was to squat down next to the car.
“We’re here.” Hannah announced as the car pulled to a stop.
The car was parked at the top of a small cliff, and the four girls slowly collected their bags and started for the beach, which was a short walk down the ridge.
“I’ll catch you up.” Charlotte said whist standing round the side of the car. She’d already unbuttoned her denim shorts, and slid them down to her ankles. She’d dribbled again and could feel the warm urine soaking, and pooling in her bikini.
“You okay?” Isabella asked.
“Erm…yeah.” Charlotte paused. “Just need to sort my bag quickly.”
Charlotte then crouched down next to the car; she was glad to have her bikini on at this point. And the best of all, it was black, so hopefully nothing would show.
“I’ll wait.” Sophie added, glancing over at Charlotte.
‘Okay…see you in a sec.” Isabella replied, and then along with Hannah, headed towards the beach.
By the time Sophie had made it round the side of the car, Charlotte was already perched on a rock, her legs shaking - with her denim shorts off and just in her bikini bottoms.
“Sophie, I’m going!!” That’s all that Charlotte managed before the loud hissing started. The pee breached Charlotte’s black bikini bottoms with ease and started spreading rapidly across the rock where she was crouched. Charlotte was breathing heavy, and she could feel her bum getting soaked as the pee pooled around her legs. After thirty seconds or so, the hissing died down slightly but there were still streaks forming on Charlotte’s inner thighs as she kept wetting herself.
Sophie had been stood about a metre away and had witnessed the whole accident. Streaks of pee were now running off the rock and she even had to retreat very slightly in order to stop the pee from reaching her shoes.
“I’m so sorry.” Sophie said whilst looking down at the mess. She wasn’t exactly sure what she was sorry for but she wanted to make sure Charlotte felt some sort of comfort. After all, Isabella had done the same for her yesterday.
Charlotte’s face was burning red in embarrassment, she’d just completely wet herself. She still hadn’t moved from the rock, and didn’t want to. Her breathing was still heavy and she was a little unaware of how much she’d relaxed her muscles. As easy as the the pee had come out with a tiny push, she’d relaxed so much that a log was now making its way out of her bum. It caused her to lift her leg up very slightly, which in turn peeled off the rock as it was completely soaked. Her bikini bottoms then pulled away from her skin very slowly and she felt the first bitt of warm mess break off. Charlotte then reluctantly knew she had to finish the job, and gently eased the last little log out, filling her small black bikini bottoms completely. Charlotte froze, she had no idea what to do next. She knew she couldn’t hide this accident but she tried anyway; sort of putting her leg back down causing the logs to push up against her skin.
“I’ve shit myself.” Charlotte blurted out. She couldn’t believe what she’d just said.
Sophie’s eyes then darted to Charlotte’s bum. “Oh no…” She said under her breathe.
Sophie could see a bulge the size of a tennis ball poking out the back of Charlotte’s bikini. Sophie’s nose then caught a whiff of a poignant smell. Charlotte had completely shit her bikini.
“I’ve just shit myself.” Charlotte said under her breathe, repeating herself. She was completely frozen.
Sophie then kept her head down as a family walked past, she felt bad but she was definitely getting second hand embarrassment from Charlotte’s accident. Sophie could hear the grumbles from the family as they walked past, presumably commenting on the smell, or may be the pooling of pee that ran from Charlotte’s crotch across the rock, and onto the tarmac.
“Charlotte use this.” Sophie remembered she had brought two towels, just in case one of the girls had forgotten there’s. She quickly got it out her bag and passed it to Charlotte.
“Wrap it round your waste.” Sophie added. “We can sort the rest out down by the beach.”
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The rest of the beach day had been rather uneventful. Charlotte tried her best to sort herself out by entering the water and letting the logs float out. Then afterwards, she checked how bad the damage was, unfortunately it still hadn’t removed the slightly visible skid marks from her bikini bottoms, but it had cleaned her up somewhat. By the time they were on their way home, and she was sat back in the car, she could feel a tingling sting coming from her bum, obviously where she hadn’t cleaned fully and where a rash was coming on.
The other three girls had seamlessly had no problems at all during the day, and had all enjoyed trying to tan during the few hours they had in the sun. It wasn’t until Hannah realised how long they’d spent that she quickly rounded up the girls, and they briskly set off back home on the forty-five minute journey.
“You okay?” Sophie said whilst nudging Charlotte’s arm.
“Yeah…think so.” Charlotte said back. Charlotte had changed out of her bikini and was now just commando in her denim shorts.
“Good…” Sophie replied. “I peed in the sea before we set off anyways.”
“You peed in the sea…?” Charlotte said a little too loudly.
“Yeah…doesn’t everyone?” Sophie replied, a smile opening on her face.
“Well…yeah…I guess so.” Charlotte chuckled, she too had peed in the sea before they set off - more out of precaution as she didn’t want a repeat of what had happened earlier.
“You lot are disgusting.” Hannah fired back towards Charlotte and Sophie.
It was then Isabella’s turn to add to the conversation. “I mean…I did too.”
“Wow.” Hannah replied slowly and very sarcastically, rolling her eyes in the process.
“You didn’t?” Isabella asked.
“No…” Hannah replied, keeping her eyes fixed on the road. Not taking any notice of her small urge to use the bathroom.
The rest of the car journey had been a combination of traffic, and the girls singing along to songs badly, rather like they were drunk at a karaoke bar. Isabella had decided to connect her phone to the Bluetooth system which had allowed the girls some joy as they sat in traffic. Hannah was the only one who hadn’t participated in the sing-song, instead concentrating on the road, not fully realising how much her urge to use the bathroom had grown.
The girls stopped singing and the car eventually quietened down as it pulled into a car-park. Charlotte said her goodbyes, got out and walked across the concrete floor and into a stairwell - heading back to her shared flat. Charlotte was glad to be back home, she knew she needed to clean herself up. Next up was Sophie, who was another five minutes up the road. The car then pulled to stop and Sophie got out, opening the boot, taking her bag out and closing it before racing off inside, back to her shared medics house.
By the time Hannah had pulled the car into the drive, her legs shook a little and a rather painful wave of desperation hit here. She hadn’t quite realised how long they’d been driving for, and with all the stops they’d made, she’d been holding it for at least ninety minutes or more. Hannah knew she wasn’t the type of girl to do this either, she liked to make sure she used the bathroom at regular intervals. She liked to think of herself as a pristine girl, not having accidents, or getting her panties wet at all.
Both Hannah and Isabella collected their bags and walked back to the house. Hannah made sure she kept a stride behind Isabella, she really thought highly of herself and didn’t want to show how desperate she was. She had told herself that it was a sign of weakness. Isabella entered the key, and as soon as they entered the house, Ellie greeted them.
“You’re back!! Finally…” Ellie shrieked a little as she got her words out.
“Hey!!” Isabella fired back, breaking a smile, and giving Ellie a quick hug.
“How was it?” Ellie asked.
“Hot!!” Isabella replied. “Good to get some sun.”
Ellie then turned her attention to Hannah, who had a worried expression of her face “Whats up with you?”
“Sorry. I’m just daydreaming.” Hannah quickly replied.
Hannah knew she wasn’t daydreaming, she was concentrating hard, focusing on holding her pee - but at least the bathroom was literally up the stairs. The last thing she needed though was Ellie holding her up, trying to make conversation.
“Fancy a drink?” Ellie asked, glancing at both Hannah and Isabella.
“Sure…” Isabella quickly replied. “Could do with one after the journey. Took ages”
The words bolted straight through Hannah’s ears. Having a drink was the last thing she needed right now. All she wanted to do was go up the stairs and use the toilet, she knew that having a drink would end badly.
“Ermmm.” But before Hannah could finish her groan, she was being ushered into the kitchen by Ellie.
“Come on…I’ve been waiting.” Ellie said, already turning her feet in the direction of the kitchen.
Hannah and Isabella then dropped their bags at the bottom of the stairs and the three girls made their way into the kitchen. Ellie had already prepared the mixer, and was quickly pouring the vodka-coke into her glass. She was followed by Isabella, who had poured herself a large glass and was already taking a sip. Hannah, on the other hand, had poured herself a small glass just out of politeness, but had no real intention of drinking any.
“Jeeez Isabella. You really needed that.” Ellie said, whilst watching Isabella as she nearly finished her glass.
“Hahaha.” Isabella laughed, and then looked down at her nearly empty glass.
“Might as well finish it.” Ellie added. Isabella then took a final swig of her drink before pouring herself a new glass.
As the girls were sat round the table, Hannah’s legs were now bouncing faster than ever under the table and her hand was now firmly planted in her crotch, pushing hard. It had been at least ten minutes since she’d been home - and that was ten minutes for her to use the bathroom. Her little denim shorts also now felt tighter than ever, and her bladder was screaming out to be emptied. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could go on without something happening.
“How was the beach then?” Ellie asked the table, before taking a large sip of her vodka-coke.
“Honestly…was so chilled.” Isabella replied, doing the same. |
Back for part 2, and one of my favourite chapters.
CHAPTER 17 - Freshers Night Four (PART 2)
More precious minutes had gone by for Hannah to use the bathroom but she was still sat round the table drinking with Ellie and Isabella. To add to this, she didn’t want to seem like she wasn’t enjoying herself and so reluctantly had taken numerous sips of her drink. The drink had gone down slowly, only filling up her already completely full, ready to burst bladder. Hannah had never been in this position before but she knew she was coming to the end of her tether, and that she’d only been able to hold it for another couple of minutes, or so she thought.
On the flip side, both Ellie and Isabella had been drinking away freely. It hadn’t taken long for Ellie to catch Isabella up in finishing her first glass, and now both girls were racing away to see who could finish their second glass quicker.
“Honestly…we’re going to get so drunk tonight.” Ellie laughed, which caused Isabella to laugh back with her.
“You guys should slow down a little.” Hannah added, flicking her eyes between the girls.
“Just because you can’t keep up.” Ellie fired back through her laugh.
“I’m taking it steady…” Hannah replied. Feeling a little pressured in the moment she took a large sip from her drink. She then looked down at the glass and realised she still had roughly half left.
“I downed mine!!” Isabella blurted out, before taking a sip of her drink.
“Yeah…come on.” Ellie had been riled up by Isabella, “Down it!”
“There’s barely any left…” Isabella added, before glancing towards Hannah.
Hannah knew she had no way out, both Ellie and Isabella were waiting for her to down her drink. Thoughts raced through Hannah’s mind; may be this was the moment she lost her pride, and had an accident as a woman. May be this was actually the moment she wet herself. Reluctantly Hannah raised the glass to her lips and started drinking, finishing what was left in a matter of seconds. Her desperation had escaped her mind when drinking and she gently felt her crotch area, luckily it was still dry.
After Hannah had downed her drink, the table seemed more relaxed. Both Ellie and Isabella had cheered and banged their fists on the table in celebration; and it wasn’t long before another five minuets had passed. But it had been five minutes too much for Hannah, all the cheering and joking around had caused her to leak. At first it was just a tiny bit of urine escaping, but the second time, it felt more like a spurt.
Before the car journey home, Hannah had managed to change out of her bikini and had put on some white panties on, but they were now sticking to her skin as the droplets of urine soaked into them. She tried not to panic and continued on with the conversation like nothing had happened. Looking down Hannah could see a small wet spot appearing on her crotch area but she thought it wasn’t too noticeable, especially if she made it to the toilet in the next minute or so.
Luckily for Hannah, Ellie and Isabella definitely hadn’t noticed any of her desperation, or the tiny wet spot appearing on her crotch, not that they’d be looking their anyways. They were still taking large sips of their drinks, cracking jokes and laughing loudly at each other. There was slight pause in the laugher, an awkward silence one would say, which made Ellie and Isabella giggle even more - even Hannah cracked a smile. More to Hannah’s attention though, she had heard something during the silence, a slight dripping sound, like water onto a wooden floor.
Hannah immediately looked down at her crotch expecting to see a puddle of urine forming and dripping off her seat, but despite her desperation she was dry. She was confused. She then quickly scanned the other girls, briefly looking at Ellie before her attention was drawn to Isabella. She couldn’t see every angle due to where she was sat at the table but she could make out Isabella’s hand, which was firmly jammed into her crotch. She could also see that Isabella was sat on her heel, which she knew was a classic holding technique - one she’d used on occasion.
Hannah then shuffled across her seat to get a better look at Isabella, more specifically at her crotch. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. It was sort of obvious to her that both Ellie and Isabella were tipsy, and Isabella had definitely drank quickly, but she wasn’t expecting it at all, if anything she was expecting it to be her in that position.
Isabella had little blue denim shorts on and a small light blue string top, and presumably her bikini on underneath. Now perched across a little on her chair, Hannah could visibly see the darkened area on Isabella’s shorts, and it slowly glistened slightly as both Isabella and Ellie continued to laugh with one another. Isabella’s accident wasn’t bad, but Hannah could see two small streams that had run off from her crotch area; one that had pooled on the chair, the other slowly dripping off. Hannah wasn’t sure if Isabella knew she was wetting herself but continued to watch without saying anything - after-all, she was nearly in the same boat.
Hannah still unsure of what to do took a small sip of her drink, and joined back in with the conversation, which was mainly giggling, as Isabella and Ellie were getting drunker by the minute. The dripping had sort of stopped and Hannah could see that Isabella’s little streams had now pooled in her crotch, and on the seat.
“Ewww.” Ellie blurted out.
Instinctively Hannah’s head turned towards Ellie’s, and before they caught eyes, Hannah had followed Ellie’s eyes up from the ground.
“What?” Hannah quickly fired back. Realising in that moment, that some of the pee must’ve ran along the floor and onto Ellie’s socks.
“Isabella’s pissed herself!” Ellie replied, starting to laugh slowly, this time not with Isabella but at her.
Hannah then quickly looked over to Isabella, who’s face was burning red. Hannah already knew that Isabella had wet herself, there was no getting away with it now.
“Oh my god.” Ellie said, breaking herself from her laugh. “Stand up.”
Ellie’s eyes were now fixed on Isabella, and after a short pause, Isabella slowly rose to her feet. Isabella’s eyes had tears in them even if she wasn’t crying yet. Both Hannah and Ellie watched in amazement as Isabella’s hands slowly parted ways from her crotch. There was a large glistening stain on her denim shorts and as she stood there, streams of pee were breaching the denim and making their way down her inners thighs and calves, before puddling on the floor.
“I…I…can’t stop.” Isabella managed to get out whilst holding back her tears.
Hannah and Ellie continued to watch in amazement as the large streams of pee had started to slow down and now only small droplets were running down Isabella’s legs. Hannah then looked down at the floor realising the puddling of pee had started to run in her direction towards her feet. She also got a glimpse of her own shorts, quickly realising that the wet spot had grown and if she didn’t get to the toilet in a minute she’d be doing the same as Isabella.
“I’m sorry….I just started laughing too much and…” Isabella whimpered, putting her hands back over her crotch area trying to cover the damage, but the damage was already done. Ellie and Hannah and just watched her completely piss herself.
“We better put you in a nappy for the rest of the evening.” Ellie said whilst laughing. Her eyes flicking between Isabella’s wet patch and her soaked legs.
“What?” Isabella snapped back, still standing. She didn’t want to sit down as her seat was soaked.
“That’s the rule.” Ellie quickly replied, getting up from her seat. “Come on.”
A wet legged Isabella reluctantly shuffled her feet and followed Ellie out of kitchen and down the hallway towards the stairs. Isabella hadn’t been able to contain her tears and she started sniffling as she started up the stairs. Hannah, who closely followed behind was thankful, it was only one flight up the stairs before she could relieve herself. As she followed, she discreetly shoved her hand into crotch, making sure neither Isabella or Ellie saw.
Ellie reached the top of the stairs first, closely followed by Isabella; who was still covering her crotch with her hands, just in case more pee leaked out accidentally. Last up the stairs was Hannah, who was having to concentrate as her bladder was spasming with her every step. Hannah felt like the walls were starting to close in on her as she could see the bathroom door, it was only a matter of metres away. There had been dead silence between the girls as they made their way from the kitchen up the stairs but that silence was about to be broken as it was one spasm too many for Hannah’s bladder. There was a small, muffled hissing sound.
“You might have to put me in one too…” Hannah whimpered out jokingly as pee started to breach her panties for the first time in her life. She was biting her lip hard, out of shyness and embarrassment. Both Isabella and Ellie stopped in their tracks and quickly turned round to see Hannah still stood on the landing at the top of the stairs - a wet patch emerging around her crotch.
“No no no no no…” Hannah managed under her breathe, her cheeks burning red. The warm urine was now soaking into her little whited denim shorts, and hurtling down her thighs at an alarming rate. She knew full well she was now wetting her pants for the first time.
“Oh my god.” Ellie mouthed before letting out a little laugh, she was completely amused by the whole situation.
“Nooo…please.” Hannah whimpered for the final time, trying to control herself but it was no use. Her legs were now warm and wet, and her little white denim shorts were stuck to her skin. Watching Hannah’s wetting unfold had made Isabella pee a little more; but luckily for her, neither Ellie or Hannah had noticed. One thing she did know though, is that they’d both been humiliated,
“Better change you then as well…” Ellie said whilst rolling her eyes. She then turned her feet and started making her way up the final set of stairs to her room.
As Hannah slowly waddled up the final set of stairs, she was internally kicking herself. This had never happened to her before she thought to herself and why did it have to happen now? She knew when she got home she had plenty of time to get the toilet. She was annoyed, angry with herself, it had been a complete blur, and something she desperately wanted to eradicate from her memory.
Hannah’s thoughts were interrupted as the three girls made their way into the room.
“You’re going to have to strip…” Ellie said looking back at the two girls, who were stood awkwardly, both wet from the waist down.
“Shall we…” Hannah didn’t finish her sentence, she caught Ellie’s gaze which was heading towards her en-suite. Hannah then nodded, to acknowledge Ellie.
Hannah and Isabella then made their into Ellie’s en-suite, and slowly started to remove their clothes, leaving their respective soaked shorts in a pile on the floor. Hannah felt well and truly humiliated, she still couldn’t get her hand round the fact that this had happened. She then realised that the next five minutes were the worst of her life so far. She had lied down on her back, and watched as Ellie wrapped a padded nappy round her waist, securing it tightly. Moments after, Ellie performed the same procedure on Isabella who too, was disgusted with herself.
“What if I need to pee?” Isabella said, as she got up off the bed.
“Well…duh…” Ellie replied, confused by the question.
“I’m not going in this…” Isabella fired back, looking down at the padding round her waist.
“That’s the rule…” Ellie said back, her eyes locked with Isabella’s “Shouldn’t have pissed yourself then…”
“Fuck sake…” Isabella said under her breathe.
All three girls then swiftly returned back downstairs, and into the kitchen. One thing was for sure tonight, they were definitely getting drunk. Hannah needed something to blur this night out of her memory and alcohol was the perfect fuel. Luckily for her, she didn’t have to spent five minutes mopping up her own pee, and wiping down her seat as Isabella did before she started drinking again. After another couple of glasses of the vodka-coke, it hadn’t taken long for the girls to get over the elephant in the room, or it was probably because they were now too drunk to take any notice. |
Sorry it takes me so long to write these, just want them to be perfect.
Hope everyone enjoys this new chapter!
CHAPTER 18 - Freshers Night Five
The big one, Friday night. It was always a highly anticipated night for the cheerleaders as one of the girls (in the cheerleader society) would have their name drawn out of a hat and then have to host a party - on the Friday night. This year the name drawn out was one of the new freshers who had just signed up, although quite unlikely to happen, Ellie, Hannah and Isabella were still all ready to cut loose and party.
Neither girl had spoken about the previous nights incidents in the morning of the Friday, and truth be told, both Hannah and Isabella didn’t want it brought up. They both wanted to quickly move on. Isabella had woken up super early, and after taking some paracetamol, spent the rest of her morning in the gym on the treadmill - trying to shake off her ordeal. Hannah, on the other hand, had stayed in bed for the morning. Her wet clothes from the night before were still lying in a pile on her floor, and she didn’t want to get up - she knew that would mean accepting her defeat and washing her pissed in clothes; but she had no other choice. After a brief shower, and a slice of toast for breakfast, she gave in and picked up the still slightly damp clothes off the floor and took them to the washing machine.
By the time all three girls had caught up again it was late afternoon. Hannah was the first ready for the party, as she often was. She was sat waiting downstairs for Ellie and Isabella. Hannah had on a tight black dress, with a nice white flower image printed on evenly, and some John Lennon like shades just to top it off. Hannah knew this dress really showed off her body. Isabella was then next down the stairs, wearing a playful white dress.
“Sorry I’m late.” Isabella quickly apologised after realising the taxi was already waiting for them downstairs.
“Ellie…Hurry up!!” Hannah then shouted, directing it up the stairs.
There was a short silence before a muffled reply could be heard from Ellie. “Coming.”
Ellie finally made her way down the stairs in a sort of skimpy, gold dress. She knew it would get the attention of the boys. The girls then quickly checked themselves out before heading outside.
“We’re so late…” Hannah said whilst locking the door behind her.
“Stop worrying…” Ellie replied, already opening the door to the taxi and sliding herself in.
“How long is the journey” Isabella asked Hannah, as she finally made her way into the taxi.
“Like fifteen minutes…may be twenty.” Hannah replied as the taxi set off.
It had only been ten minutes into the journey when Ellie realised she needed to pee. Not that she would say anything, but she was annoyed at Hannah who had rushed her out of the house. Hannah had made the point that because they were head of the society, they needed to make sure they weren’t too late arriving. Ellie hadn’t really thought of it that way, but not a problem, she’d just go at the party. By the time they finally arrived at the party, it was already bustling with people, and a lot of fresh faces. Although this was primarily a cheerleaders social, it never stayed that way and always became a big free-for-all. Last years party had been hosted at a third years house and the place was basically a reck by the time everyone had left - at 6am. Neither Hannah or Ellie remember much of that night, both having had too much to drink.
Back to tonight though, and this house was big, a five bed. Ellie wondered to herself why a fresher was staying here but it made sense after she overheard a conversation explaining that the girls older sister also lived here. As Ellie entered the house, she’d already lost sight of Hannah and Isabella but it gave her a chance to have a quick look around. Ellie wondered around the downstairs, bumping into some of the cheerleaders she knew.
“Drink?” Hannah called out, getting Ellie’s attention whilst reaching into the plastic bag she’d brought (full of booze).
“Sure.” Ellie replied, catching the bottle that Hannah threw her way. Ellie then glanced over at Isabella, who had already started her bottle.
With the music blasting, it wasn’t long before the party was in full swing. The living room was now a make shift dance floor; and a licence for the overly eager cheerleaders to start dancing in compromising positions to get the boys attention, which most of the time actually worked. The kitchen had become a brewery, or smelt like one anyways; each guest going back and forth to top up their drinks. Leaving the back room, which had become the ‘talk room’, mainly with new found intoxicated couples getting close, but not close enough for then to need their own room - just yet.
This is where Ellie had been for the last twenty minutes, talking to an older boy who she’d got the attention of. Despite everything going smoothly, even getting a kiss, she had to bring the conversation to a quick close when a bladder spasm hit her. She had forgotten she’d arrived to the party needing a wee. Ellie gave the boy her number, telling him to text her later in the night, and then started to make her way through the small crowd in the hallway, heading towards the stairs.
Ellie, now regretting the two and half bottles she’d had at the party, slowly made her way up the stairs. As she stepped out onto the landing; she noticed there was a commotion by the bathroom. It didn’t take long for Ellie to work out what was happening. To her amazement, a girl who she didn’t know, was stood with huge dark stains on her jeans, Ellie couldn’t believe her eyes. It was obviously a fresher who had drank too much and not been able to hold it, but Ellie always found these situations amusing.
Ellie’s smirk was removed off her face immediately as her bladder twinged, her thong got wet, but Ellie assumed it must be sweat; it was a hot evening after all. Ellie’s mind then seemed to switch off for a second, she couldn’t think as she stood there desperately holding her pee; there were at least four girls stood by the door (five counting the girl with soaked jeans), which meant at least another ten, may be fifteen minutes of waiting. Ellie couldn’t seem to process that, surely that was too long to wait, she’d already spasmed and leaked - another five minutes and she’d explode. In a rush of blood, Ellie headed back downstairs to find an alternative; quickly exiting the house via the back door.
Ellie stumbled down the path towards the gate at the end of the garden; she was discrete, making sure no one saw how much discomfort she was in. Not that she’d realised yet, but she was fighting a losing battle against her bladder. She knew she just had to make it out of sight, she was already feeling embarrassed and couldn’t do what the girl outside the bathroom had done, disgusting she thought to herself. After all, she was Ellie, she’d always been able to hold it no matter what the situation was.
She quickly opened the back gate and hobbled round to the side of the wall, making sure no one saw her. Her gold dress was feeling tighter than ever, and not that anyone would have known but her already damp thong was about to get wetter - her bladder twinged again. Ellie half folded over, and had to quickly regain her composure, but this time the little leak hadn’t been contained by her thong material and she could feel some droplets of pee run down her inner thigh.
Ellie was now in a frantic state, her long wavy brown hair fluttered around in the wind. Her mind was racing, “Flexi Ellie”, that’s what the boys called her after her crazy sex positions; she was meant to be the hottest cheerleader. At this rate they’d change it to “smelly Ellie.” This wasn’t the time to be thinking of that though. She’d never been in this position before, it wasn’t meant to be her; she was the one who laughed at the other girls when they had their accidents - now she was stood, trying to hide herself, completely beyond breaking point.
Ellie then panicked even more as she heard the gate opening, and with that came voices. She took another step around the wall, trying to be as quiet as possible and trying harder to make sure she wasn’t seen. With that being said, if anyone could have seen her at that exact moment, they would have noticed that her legs were visibly shaking - and would have quickly realised what was happening. It even took Ellie a moment to realise what the feeling was on the back of her exposed legs - it was dribbles of warm pee.
Ellie let out a little gasp, she was not a pants wetter, and quickly crossed her legs whilst jamming her hand from behind into her crotch - it was her only hope right now. She was still franticly trying to think of something to do, save her from this situation but to make matters worse, she could hear the voices getting louder. That was one thing she didn’t need.
Ellie then realised her hand that was jammed into her crotch from behind was getting warm. It then dawned on her, crossed her mind for a split second, may be she wasn’t going to make it. She quickly erased that thought from the back of her mind, and tried to shuffle into a small gap. The gap between the walls was small enough for her to fit into, and small enough for the little group (two boys, one girl) not to realise she was there.
Now in the gap, Ellie had to straighten her legs, there was no space for her to jam her hands into her crotch. In fact, there was no real space for her to do anything. She had to control her breathing - now crossing her fingers in the hope she wouldn’t be heard. She could smell the cigarette smoke, presumably what the small group had come to do, as smoking in the house wasn’t allowed.
In such a panic and trying to stay frozen, Ellie hadn’t yet noticed the tiny puddles forming round her shoes. She was thinking about how it was a warm evening, and that may be her mind was playing tricks on her - but it wasn’t. She was stood, hiding between walls, unaware that small rivulets of pee were snaking their way down her inner thighs and puddling on the floor. There was no way of sugarcoating it, Ellie was having her first ever accident.
Anyone watching would have seen a really pretty girl, in a skimpy gold dress, with may be a little too much make-up on an already pretty face embarrassingly hiding, squirming and slowly wetting themselves. Luckily for Ellie, who was still oblivious about her accident from the shock, hadn’t been seen by the group, or that’s what she thought. Ellie’s ears then eagerly pricked up, and she could tell the group were finishing up.
The group had finished smoking, and were planning to head back to the party when one of the boys dropped his cigarette, and kicked it away. Something caught his eye, a tiny trail of something. It was something like you’d see at a lamppost after a dog had peed. He slowly followed the trail with his eyes, then catching a glimpse of shoes. It didn’t take long for his mind to figure out it was a person standing between the crack in the wall, and only one thing made that sort of trial, he knew someone was presumably having an accident.
Without making a sound, he reclined his body, trying not to catch the attention of his friends as they were trying to usher him away and back to the house. As the side profile came into view, he knew who it was straight away - he’d seen the gold dress multiple times at the party. His eyes widened as he realised what was happening, she was pissing herself. The boy could only make out the side of one leg, but could visibly see it was shaking, and that little streams off pee were running down it. Before he re-shuffled his body back into a normal position, he darted his eyes one last time up and down Ellie’s piss soaked legs - the hottest girl at the party couldn’t hold it.
“I’m coming!!” He shouted loudly in a rush of blood towards his friends, hoping it would scare Ellie - and it did.
The shock of the shouting had made her flinch, in tern triggering her brain to process what was happening, have I really not made it? Her eyes looked down, and she quickly realised what was making the evening warm, it was hot piss slowly running down her legs. Ellie then pushed her legs together but there was no stopping the flow, the pee was coming out and in all directions. Ellie’s brain was working in overdrive, surely this wasn’t real. She was soaking herself.
Real or not, Ellie’s brain processed that it had one final mission and that was to completely relieve her bladder - in her thong or not. After a short moment thinking what to do, Ellie squatted down whilst yanking her thong aside letting the remains of her pee stream out on to the concrete floor. Ellie knew she was breathing heavy and after the final few dribbles came out, she stood back up a little unsure of what to do next. It felt like her mind was talking to her.
‘Was that an accident?’ Her thong was certainly wet, soaked through, and her legs were warm and a little sticky but she’d made it in time right? That’s what Ellie was telling herself.
‘It's fine to have one little dribble?’ Ellie still hadn’t come to terms with her accident yet, she was in denial. To her she’d just had a little dribble in her thong but that was nothing that hadn’t happened to every other girl before…right?
‘Should I be this wet?’ The denial had really kicked in as Ellie scanned herself. Her thong was completely saturated and parts of her dress were wet through. Anyone else would’ve known that they’d just had an accident but not Ellie - it just couldn’t possibly happen to her. These were all questions she asked herself in that moment. Had the mighty Ellie, the one who never had accidents, who laughed at the other little girls, finally been exposed? |
CHAPTER 18 - Freshers Night Five (CONT’D)
Ellie was breathing heavily and her mind couldn’t process the thoughts she was thinking, but what she did know is that her legs were warm, wet and sticky. As she rested her body back against the wall, her eyes were drawn to the trail of pee she’d left on the floor. She quickly shuffled her feet out of the crack in the wall and back into the space where the group has been smoking, in order to stop her shoes getting even more wet.
Now out of her own puddle of pee, Ellie looked around quickly making sure no one could see her before lifting her dress up and looking down at the lower half of her body. Ellie’s chest instantly felt heavy inside, and her stomach knotted as her eyes caught her true wetness. Ellie took a deep breathe as she processed the remains of her first accident - she wanted to cry. Reality was setting in.
There wasn’t an inch of her thong that wasn’t wet, and she could still see streaks of wetness all down her legs. Ellie gently moved her hand and flicked off any droplets she could see, flinching as she did so, the warmth catching her off guard. There was no way she could go back into the party like this, but she had no choice. Ellie took a few steps back towards the gate, before stopping - even her shoes were wet. She let out a little sigh as she could feel the squelch every time she put her foot down.
Back at the house, and the party, the music was booming. Although time may have felt like it was going in slow motion for Ellie as her accident unfolded, she’d been outside for well over forty-five minutes. Due to the location of the house, and not wanting to get complaints from the neighbours, there was only around fifteen minutes before most of the party-goers would leave for the club. Hannah had spent the most of her time at the party catching up with friends, she was a popular girl and as head of the cheerleader society, it meant trying to reach out to knew students to join the society. She’d met a couple of new first years but wasn’t sure they were in the best state to even talk; she questioned if they’d even remember having a conversation with her.
Hannah, now drunk herself, had spent the last five minutes in the back room, locking lips with a boy from her year. Hannah could taste the cigarette smoke in his mouth, but was too drunk to really care. They're pace shifted as they kissed, pushing hard into each other, before slower, lip biting action. This was Hannah’s first pull in freshers and feeling sex deprived, she wanted more than just a kiss. Now sat on his legs, Hannah could feel his boner pushing through his jeans and into her leg - she didn’t want this to stop.
“Hannah…Hannah?!” Isabella called out from across the room as she made her way in.
Hannah’s body broke loose from the boys, and she slowly swung herself round.
“What?” Hannah replied, in a sort of angry tone. “I’m busy…can’t you see?”
“Ermm…I… need your help.” Isabella said, her face turning red. Realising what she’d walked into, Isabella shuffled her feet backwards towards the entrance of the door.
“Give me two minutes.” Hannah said, swinging herself round again to look at the boy. She gave him a quick peck on the lips before quickly un-mounting his body and leaving the room with Isabella.
“What’s up?” Hannah said whilst walking.
“I need a…” Isabella stopped in her tracks. “Shit.”
“And you had to disturb me?” Hannah raised her voice. “I was in the middle of something.”
“Babe…I’m sorry.” Isabella clenched her butt muscles as a wave of desperation hit her. “There’s a queue and I wanted to go back to the house.”
“I don’t understand…do you need the keys or something?” Hannah asked.
“Yeah…” Isabella replied, now feeling extremely guilty about finding Hannah.
“To be honest, I need to pee anyways.” Hannah replied. “Let's just go wait together, and if its too long. We’ll go home.”
“You’re a babe.” Isabella remarked.
“And I want to take the boy home to.” Hannah added.
“We can go back.” Isabella replied, both girls letting out a little laugh.
Ellie’s route back to the house had been uneventful so far, she’d made her way up the path and was now sneaking herself back into the kitchen. The back of her legs were still extremely damp and she wanted to find some paper towels or even a cloth to try and dry them, and she was in luck. The kitchen side had two, nearly full, kitchen rolls. Ellie ripped off a bunch of paper sheets and slowly started wiping her legs down; constantly checking the door to make sure no one was about to come in. Her legs were worse than she could’ve ever imagined, and were still warm and sticky. She was disgusted with herself, this could definitely never happen again. Ellie popped open the bin and threw the first papers sheets away. Before she could grab anymore, the door swung open.
“Ohh…hey!” The boy said, a little startled.
“Ohhh…hey?” Ellie swung herself round and popped the bin lid closed.
The boy stopped in his tracks before speaking. “Is everything okay?”
Ellie scanned him up and down, not her usual type she thought to herself, but she’d chat; and be polite.
“Yeah…” Ellie stopped, before smiling and laughing. “Just a bit drunk…”
“Oh right…haha.” The boy replied, letting out a little forced laugh. “You’re Ellie…right?”
“Yeah.” Ellie was a little puzzled, and scrunched her face. “How did you know?”
“Think we met at another party last year…” The boy replied a little nervously.
“I see. “ Ellie wasn’t sure where the conversation was going, and just wanted to get herself dry sooner rather than later.
Despite Ellie having tried her hardest to dry all the possible wetness on her legs, the boy could still make out small wet spots near her ankles and on the inside of her knees. This wasn’t a surprise to him though as he’d seen her outside, legs shaking, as she wet herself. The boy quickly sensed the tension in the room and quickly moved to the fridge, opening it and taking out a beer.
“One for the road.” He said, glancing his eyes Ellie.
“Sounds good.” Ellie replied politely. She felt like the ground was swallowing her up. All she wanted to do was be alone and have no one to disturb her for the next few hours.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” The boy said as he went to leave with his beer. “Your legs are shaking you know?”
Ellie who hadn’t even realised that her legs were shaking, looked down. It quickly became apparent to her, more than ever, that she still had patches of wetness down her legs. This was probably the most embarrassing situation she’d ever been in.
“Erm…yeah.” Ellie replied nervously, hoping he noticed any of the wetness on her legs. “I’m good.”
“Just…you look a little wet.” The boy said, his eyes slowly gazing down to her legs.
Ellie stood frozen as her mind was working overtime, she could feel her cheeks burning. “I…erm…spilt my drink.”
“Shit.” The boy said, laughing to himself. “Hate it when that happens…and it makes it look like you’ve peed yourself as well.”
Ellie’s eyes flickered as she stood there. The kitchen felt incredibly hot and all she wanted to do was start crying to herself, but she knew she had to stay strong.
“Honestly…” That was the only word she managed to get out, she could feel her legs starting to shake a little a agin.
The boy flicked open the top to his beer, and took sip. “You know your dress is wet as well?”
“My dress?” Ellie replied quickly, trying to sound completely unaware of what he was on about.
“Yeah” The boy replied, “By your….erm…bum.”
This was Ellie’s worse nightmare coming true. It was bad enough wetting herself in the first place but now she was about to outed in the middle of a party, by a boy who she didn’t even know.
“Well…erm…” Ellie’s eyes caught the boys eyes, and she panicked. “I…must have sat in something.”
The boy let out a little laugh and took a sip of his beer, “If you say so…”
Ellie took a deep breath and scanned herself, was it that obvious that she’d wet herself?
In a rush of blood, and like someone would if they were trying to defend a lie, Ellie blurted out, “I didn’t wet myself!”
It came out a little louder than Ellie expected and the boy looked back at her completely startled. Without Ellie even knowing it, the boy had been teasing her - he’d literally seen her wet herself.
“I was only jokin…” He cut himself off before continuing. “Wait…unless…you wet yourself?”
Shivers were sent straight through Ellie’s body. She was stood frozen in the kitchen and had no idea how to get herself out of the situation, she needed a miracle.
“Errr…” Ellie had lost the ability to speak.
“Oh my god.” The boy said, laughing to himself. “You did…you wet yourself…wait till I tell everyone about this.”
“Please.” Ellie blurted out, a tear fell from her eye. “No one can know.”
Ellie’s miracle wish was then granted. The door to the kitchen crashed open and Isabella and Hannah came stumbling in.
“There you are!!!” Isabella exclaimed, whilst raising her hand and pointing it towards Ellie. “We’ve been looking everywhere.”
“Yeah we’re heading home…Isabella needs to shit, and I need…” Hannah broke off as she saw Ellie wasn’t alone in the room, she recognised the boy straight away. “Oh…hey babe.”
“Hey.” The boy replied, moving himself closer to Hannah whilst taking a sip of his drink.
“I think we’re going to head home…you’re welcome to come.” Hannah said, gazing into his eyes.
“Sounds perfect, I was just getting a beer for the road.” He added, gently placing his hands in Hannah’s.
“You coming Ellie?” Isabella asked. “The taxi will be outside in a second.”
“Erm…sure.” Ellie replied. She was still getting her head round what was going on. Hannah was now hand in hand with the boy who had just outed her for wetting herself; it felt like some surreal fucked up fantasy that you’d only see in a dream.
The four of them then slowly made their way out of the kitchen and back down the hall towards the front door. Ellie stopped in her tracks.
“I’ll catch you up.” Ellie said, “Just forgotten something.”
“Be quick.” Hannah remarked.
Ellie hurried back into the kitchen and grabbed her phone, that she’d left on the side. She was joined by the boy, who was throwing his now empty beer bottle in the bin.
“Do they know?” He asked, holding the kitchen door open with his foot.
Ellie realised what he was asking and shook her head before speaking. “No.”
“Well…your secrets safe with me.” The boy replied, a smirk arising on his lips.
Without replying, Ellie walked straight past him, not making eye contact, trying to catch up with Hannah and Isabella. By the time she’d made it outside, the taxi was already waiting for them. The focus shifted in the car journey home, and the attention was now on Isabella, who was complaining about her stomach and had been letting out gas every few minutes - even the taxi driver had opened his window, before making some sexist joke about why boys should only be allowed to make that bad a smell.
Isabella was first out the taxi when it pulled up outside the house, she quickly swung the door open and raced towards the front door of the house. Hannah had already given her the key back at the party. It didn’t her long to get the front door open, and both Ellie and Hannah watched from the taxi as Isabella raced up the stairs - her hand firmly placed on her bum.
“I’ll pay.” Ellie remarked whilst opening her door.
“Sure?” Hannah asked back.
“Yeah…” Ellie replied.
Ellie watched as Hannah and the boy made their way out of the taxi and inside the house, hand in hand. Ellie could see them playfully pushing each other as they made their way up the stairs, and presumably into Hannah’s bedroom. Ellie then handed the taxi driver a ten pound note and slowly trudged back to her room on the top floor. First thing she did was rip her dress off and sit on her bed, her thong still a little damp from before. It was only now she could see the real extent of her accident. The bottom half of her dress had multiple streaks and her shoes were sticky with dried pee. It had been a truly disastrous day for her reputation.
On the floor below, Isabella was finishing up in the bathroom. Two large logs filled the toilet bowl and to Isabella’s amazement, the back of her white flowery dress was still white. On the other hand, as Isabella pulled her thong back up, she could see two skid marks. She wasn’t sure if they were actually skid marks, or sharts as she’d ran up the stairs, trying to push her poop back into inside her. Either way, at least she hadn’t had an accident unlike someones secret on the floor above.
Edited September 8, 2020 by MiraOMO
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One of my favourite chapters!!
CHAPTER 19 - Freshers Night Six
Hannah and her new found boy-friend for the evening were still awake past 1:30am, they’d just finished their third round of sex and Hannah was ready to sleep. Her body was exhausted and she could feel a headache coming on, she knew the hangover was about to kick in. Hannah pulled the duvet up off the floor and over her exposed naked body.
“I should go…” The boy said whilst sitting at the end of the bed.
“Aren’t you going to stay?” Hannah asked, her voice was tired as she was still out of breath from the sex.
“Well…” The boy looked towards Hannah, “My parents are coming tomorrow at ten…”
“Oh.” Hannah replied, resting her head down on the pillow.
“Yeah and I don’t want them turning up and I’m in my house.” The boy let out a smile.
“Makes sense…” Hannah added, before continuing, “Come to the party tomorrow…?”
“Who’s it is?” The boy turned to look at Hannah.
“Just here…and we’ll go out after.” Hannah said looking back at him.
“Sure…I’ll come once my parents have gone.” The boy replied.
He then stood up and made his way to the door; Hannah threw the duvet round her breasts and quickly headed out, following the boy down the stairs.
“Thanks for tonight…” The boy said, standing in the doorway, turning to look at Hannah.
“Yeah…was fun.” Hannah replied, a smile appearing on her face.
The two kissed slowly for a moment before breaking apart. Hannah watched as he walked down the drive before closing and locking the door. She trudged back upstairs with the duvet, and as soon as she got back into bed, she fell asleep.
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Hannah opened and her eyes and instantly shot straight up, briefly glancing at her watch on the bedside table which read midday. There was a warm and sticky feeling to the lower half of her body. As she moved her hand down to feel her sheets, she already suspected what she’d done - she’d wet the bed. Hannah briefly touched her sheets, and her initial thoughts were confirmed. She jumped out of bed, pulling the duvet with her and surveyed the damage. There was a large ring where the sheet had darkened from the urine. It was definitely common trend for the cheerleaders, partying hard and then not using the bathroom before bed, resulting in soaked sheets.
Luckily for Hannah as she stripped the sheets off, there had been a mattress protector underneath. This had been provided with the bed - clearly the landlord had been made to change the matures in the past due to similar accidents. Hannah also took the casing out of her duvet, and pillows; she thought she might as well was the whole lot - make it look less suspicious to the other girls.
The washing machine and dryer were located in a cupboard in the kitchen, tucked away. As Hannah placed her scrunched sheets in, the kitchen door opened.
“Hey!” Isabella said, standing at the other side of the room in her gym leggings.
“Hey.” Hannah replied, caught off guard a little. “You off to the gym?”
“Yeah…” Isabella said, now holding her bottle under the tap. “Thought I’d try and get my session in early, always gets busy on a Saturday.”
“Right.” Hannah replied as she adjusted some of the knobs on the washer.
“I bet those are dirty…” Isabella said sarcastically whilst winking, referring to Hannah’s night with the boy.
Hannah laughed, “Yeah…thought I’d wash them…you know.”
Isabella returned the laugh, “I need some of my own action to be honest.”
Isabella had finished filling her bottle, and headed out of the kitchen.
“Well there’s always the party tonight…” Hannah jested as Isabella left.
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By nine o’clock the house was filling, it was warm September evening again. Ellie had only invited the main core of cheerleaders but that was a blurry line, and some of the girls proceeded to bring their friends which meant the house was getting a little full. Despite the large attention, it hadn’t stopped Ellie, Hannah and Isabella enjoying there Saturday night and they were spearheading a game of beer pong across the kitchen table. Isabella, who was the most sober, was clearing up and Hannah was grateful she was on her team.
As Ellie took her shot, missing miserably, she noticed something out the corner of her eye - the boy from yesterday. She certainly hadn’t invited him, but looking over at Hannah, she knew who had. Ellie’s chest felt heavy and she took another sip of her vodka coke to calm herself down. Ellie was wearing a black dress, with a revealing black bra-let and a gold belt round her waist - and was looking flawless. After yesterdays accident, she wanted to make amends.
The game of beer pong came to a pause as Hannah started chatting to the boy. Ellie used the opportunity to head back to her room - freshen herself up. Once in her room, she sprayed another puff of perfume on her neck, and used a spray of her mouth wash for her breath. As Ellie headed back down the stairs, and past Isabella’s and Hannah’s room, she was greeted by the boy. Ellie tried to keep her head down, but she knew she was easily recognisable.
“Hi again…” The boy said, standing awkwardly against the wall.
“I’m not drunk enough for this chat!” Ellie replied, scowling at him.
“Someones feisty.” The boy said, now standing up straight.
“What do you want?” Ellie asked, the anxiety in her chest deepened. “You’ve come here for Hannah, so stop ruining my evening!”
The boys eyes flickered as he contemplated his next move. “Well…I know your secret.”
“I knew this was coming…” Ellie replied quickly, looking down.
The boy laughed and took a step closer to Ellie, “Can’t wait to tell everyone…”
“Oh fuck off.” Ellie looked deep into his eyes, “You can’t prove anything.”
“Well…” The boy started but Ellie cut him off.
“What?” Ellie insisted before thinking, “Not here…”
Ellie took a step back and walked directly up her stairs, “If Hannah sees us, she’ll think we’re fucking.”
“Don’t flatter yourself.” The boy said under his breath.
Ellie took a deep breath as she entered the room; she swung herself round, catching the boy off-guard, “So?”
The boy looked confused, “What?”
“What do you want from me?” Ellie asked, pushing for an answer. There was clear tension between the two of them.
“So many ideas…” The boy replied jokingly, thinking on his feet.
There was a short pause, before both of their bodies tangled as their lips locked together. Ellie pushed her body into the boys feeling his arms wrap around her. They were locked into a steady rhythm before they broke off. Ellie was first to speak after the kiss.
“In your dreams…” Ellie said sarcastically, wiping the wetness from her lips.
The boy regained his composure, standing up straight after being pushed into the wall by Ellie. He could still smell Ellie’s perfume in the air. As he looked at Ellie, he considered his options.
“Pee yourself again then…” The boy blurted out.
“What…?!” Ellie replied, her face reddening. “No…you sick fuck.”
“Fine then…I’ll reveal the pictures.” The boy said, a smirk widening on his face - knowing full well he didn’t have any pictures.
“Are you serious?” Ellie pleaded, casually pulling her black dress back down after it had got caught up in the kiss.
The boy pulled his phone out and started typing in his passcode, it trigged Ellie, she knew she had a say something.
“Fine!” Ellie exclaimed before releasing what she’d just agreed to do, “You’re a dick!”
“This is going to be so funny…” The boy laughed as he spoke.
“And you’ll delete the pictures?” Ellie pleaded again. Her chest feeling heavy every time she thought about the accident.
“Hundred percent.” The boy replied looking down at Ellie’s bare legs.
“Can’t believe this…” Ellie sighed to herself.
“Everyone is going to see the hottest cheerleader is going to pee herself like a little girl.” The boy laughed directly at Ellie.
The words shook Ellie’s body and she bit her lip in anger. She leant forwards again, trying to diffuse the tension. The two embraced, this time for longer, their lips and bodies fighting one another. Ellie continuously pushed her body into his, feeling his boner as he rubbed it against her leg. With every grind of their bodies, Ellie got hornier - she wanted him in her bed.
They swivelled round off the wall and Ellie broke her lips loose from the boys. She looked him deep in the eye and thought about what she was about to do. One of the reasons she’d come to her room was to the use the bathroom and for the whole time they’d been kissing, she’d been loosening her bladder, gently trying to force her own pee out. It took a lot of mental effort, and when she first felt her thong get damp, she instantly stopped - she wasn’t sure if she could go through with this disgusting act.
“Shall I…” Ellie’s words broke off and she moaned as the sound of urine hitting the wooden floor filled the room.
If Ellie hadn’t felt the full effects of wetting herself last night due to shock, she did this time. Her legs shook vicariously, and with every bladder spasm, pee cascaded down her legs crashing into the wooden floor beneath her. Her thong stood no chance and was instantly getting soaked, the warm pee bypassing it and running down her legs at every angle. After a long thirty seconds, the pee came to a slow stop, and Ellie was now stood in a puddle of her own pee, her ankle socks soaked through.
Ellie was frozen. She knew her face was as red as it had ever been before. What had she been thinking? This was never going to be a good idea, and it wasn’t. She was completely disgusted with herself. She’d just peed herself on purpose! To make matters even worse she could hear footsteps coming up her stairs.
“SHIT!” Ellie said quietly to the boy, “Pretend you’re using my bathroom or something…”
Ellie waved her hands, still frozen to the spot and the boy quickly tiptoed into the en-suite, shutting the door behind him, locking it in the process.
“Ellie!?” A voice called out. It was Hannah. “Can I use your bathroom?”
“Erm…” Ellie tried to speak but she couldn’t get her words out. She was still in a state of shock.
Before Ellie could even answer back the bedroom door burst open. Hannah just stood in the doorway in her tight light blue jeans with a small white top on; pressing her hands deep into her crotch. There was a long pause as Hannah realised what she was looking at and it took a second for her to process what was going on. Ellie was just stood in the middle of her room, a puddle beneath her, still little dribbles of pee running down her legs and her socks completely wet through. Hannah had never seen Ellie look so vulnerable before, and despite Hannah trying to think otherwise, it could only mean one thing - Ellie had wet herself.
“Did you…?” Hannah stopped herself as she thought surely Ellie couldn’t have. “…have an accident?”
“Erm…well.” Ellie couldn’t hold it back anymore and a tear fell from her eye. She was humiliated. She was meant to be the hottest girl on the cheer team but was now stood in a puddle of her own piss. She knew she couldn’t even tell Hannah the truth, that would make the situation a whole lot worse than it already was.
“Oh shit.” Hannah managed to get out. She was reacting to Ellie’s situation and her own. If she didn’t get to the bathroom soon, she’d be having her own accident. A bladder spasm hit her and she shuffled towards the en-suite door; ready the yank her jeans down at the first time of asking.
Ellie continued, “The toilet was being used and I just…”
Ellie was broken off by sound of the toilet flushing and before long her en-suite door swung open. The boy appeared and by the time he’d made his way out, the door was being shut again. Hannah had raced in and had never felt relief like it when she finally started spraying her piss violently into the toilet bowl. It had been an extremely close call. When Hannah returned form the en-suite, Ellie was still stood in the same position - her legs a little apart and her body slouched.
“Ellie?” Hannah said as she made her way across the room, “Are you okay?”
Ellie’s eyes were now filled with tears. “Can you stay?”
“Sure!” Hannah exclaimed, making sure she didn’t step in the puddle. “Lets get you cleaned up.”
“I can’t believe it…” Ellie started, staring at Hannah whilst sobbing. “I pissed myself.”
“No one will know. I promise.” Hannah replied. This was a secret she knew she’d have to keep. |
Final instalment of my freshers series!
There will be more to come though! And feel free to message me/or write out your suggestions. Obviously have my own thoughts but its always good to get inspiration. And I promise, there’s poop incidents coming 😉
CHAPTER 20 - Freshers Night Seven
Hannah’s Saturday night had resulted in more sex, this time a little more gentle than the previous evening. She wasn’t sure if she was starting something serious with the boy, but she couldn’t deny that every time they saw each other, they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Isabella had made a jokey comment about how the two of them looked cute together, and Hannah was starting to think it was true. She pondered the thought of when she’d next see him as she laid on the coach, trying to sober up before the final night of freshers.
There was a loud knock at the door, and it woke Hannah up, she’d drifted off whilst laying on the sofa. She jumped off and headed to the door.
“Hey!” Hannah said excitedly as she opened the door.
“HEY.” Summer replied, “So good to see you.”
“I wasn’t expecting you this early.” Hannah replied whilst wiping her tired eyes.
“I got an early train…thought I’d surprise you.” Summer smiled.
The girls embraced in a short hug, before Hannah took Summer’s bag and led her through to the kitchen. Summer had been Hannah’s best friend all the way through school, they’d grown up only streets apart and it had been hard for the two of them going away for university. Summer was a short girl, with a small frame, and she had long wavy blonde hair that fell to her shoulders. She wasn’t as naturally attractive as Hannah but made up for it with her own self confidence.
“You look dead…” Summer remarked as they entered the kitchen.
“Yeah…it's the sex.” Hannah joked back.
Summer let out a little shriek; she’d had her own fair share of boy interest but wasn’t bothered by it. Ever since she’d had sexual experiences with girls, she’d never looked back.
“You like him? Or is it just a…fling.” Summer asked.
“I don’t know…” Hannah replied. It was the truth, she didn’t know. She wanted to change the subject. “How’s your thing going anyways?”
“On and off.” Summer replied, looking down at her bag.
The kitchen door swung open and Isabella abruptly came in. She was in her gym kit, holding a water bottle which she wanted to fill up.
‘Oh…hey. I’m Isabella.” Isabella quickly said, flicking her eyes towards Summer.
Summer’s eyes looked up and down at Isabella’s body before speaking. “Hey.”
As Isabella moved towards the sink, Summer got a perfect view of her legs and bum. Her eyes widened with intent. Summer snapped out her trance when Isabella turned back around.
“I’ll see you later.” Isabella remarked as she left the kitchen holding her water bottle.
There was a pause between the girls.
“For fucks sake.” Hannah said, inquisitively watching Summer’s eyes who had followed Isabella’s rear end.
“What?” Summer jolted back before continuing, “Her body is hot!”
“She’s my house mate!” Hannah jested. “And you’re meant to be seeing someone!”
“Its complicated,” Summer said, cracking a smile.
“Anyways, she’s straight…I think.” Hannah added.
“Shame.” Summer rolled her eyes.
“Can’t believe you…been here five minutes and you’re already eyeing up someone.” Hannah said, shaking her head whilst smiling.
Summer laughed in return, “Sorry babe.”
“Funny story…she got so drunk, she pissed herself on the chair whilst laughing.” Hannah blurted out whilst looking down at the chair. Hannah hadn’t told Summer about her own wetting, not that Summer would care - she’d been prone to have an accident after a night out.
“Ooo sexy.” Summer joked back, laughing to herself. Hannah looked back and shook her head.
The two girls briefly had a drink before heading up to Hannah’s room.
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The club was packed by the time all four girls had made it in. They’d been stood in the queue for well over thirty minuets and neither girl had expected it to be so packed as it was Sunday night, but you could never rule out a freshers party. Isabella remarked that it felt like the whole of the university had decided to come to this one club. Summer had been flirting with Isabella all evening back at the house, not overly, just enough to settle the nerves, and now she felt she was drunk enough to try and make a move. That was her plan anyway.
Once in the club and settled, the girls grouped together on the dance floor, Summer decided it was time. She leant over to Isabella’s direction and shouted into her ear.
“I’m going to get you another drink…do you fancy one?” Isabella asked.
“Erm…yeah sure.” Isabella shouted back.
Summer took Isabella’s hand and they started making their way through the crowded dance floor towards the bar. Once at the bar, Summer’s eyes darted backwards and forwards to the woman serving them and Isabella’s little two piece set she had on - a short black top and a black skirt.
“Has anyone told you…your body is so hot!” Summer blurted out, she could smell Isabella’s perfume due to how close she was.
The compliment took Isabella by surprise, “Oh…thanks. So is yours!”
Isabella wasn’t sure why she’d given the return compliment so hastily but after scanning Summer up and down, she admitted to herself it was the truth. Summer had a tight black dress on, showing off her curves and sexy legs. Isabella’s mind flickered back to the flirting in the flat, and contemplated what was going to happen next - she sort of got the vibe that Summer may be hitting on her.
After quickly paying for their drinks, the girls stood by the edge of the dance floor, slowly dancing, not wanting to spill their drinks. They were dancing closely and Isabella watched as Summer’s hips moved from side to side. Isabella couldn’t deny it, the more she watched Summer move, the closer she wanted to be. She then watched as Summer placed her hands on her hips; their bodies slowly moving together. Summer bit her lip as she tried to contain her excitement and wasn’t sure if it was her flirty nature, or the alcohol, but suddenly Isabella’s face was moving slowly towards her own. A split second the later the two of them were kissing.
The two broke apart for moment as Summer brought her mouth to Isabella’s ear.
“Do you want to go back to the flat?” Summer hinted whilst gently rubbing Isabella’s back.
“Erm…okay.” Isabella replied whilst gulping to herself. She had butterflies in her stomach and her legs felt weak.
Summer grabbed hold of Isabella’s hand for the second time and the two of them fought their way through the crowd back towards the exit. Summer pulled out her phone and sent a quick message to Hannah saying she was heading home; and it only took Hannah thirty seconds to respond, also asking if she was with Isabella, the later being true. As Summer lead the way to the exit, she grimaced when walking past the girls bathrooms - she was desperate for a wee.
—-
The taxi pulled up short of the drive, and Summer got out first. She rested her body against the small wall separating the house and the neighbours - her feet were hurting from all the dancing she’d done in the club. Or that’s what she was telling herself, in reality, she wasn’t sure if she could stand up straight without having to squeeze her legs together as her desperation worsened.
Back inside the taxi and Isabella was paying; after she’d fumbled around looking for her purse, she finally dished the right amount of money to the driver. Summer’s eyes were then locked on Isabella’s tight body as she opened the taxi door, getting a glimpse of Isabella’s black thong. Summer bit her lip - how much she’d love to rip that off. The girls had a brief kiss before, hand in hand, making their way inside; Summer using her free hand to push into her crotch.
“Your body is so hot.” Summer exclaimed, repeating herself from earlier in the club.
“You said that before…” Isabella replied sarcastically, trying to flirt.
“Well its true.” Summer replied quickly, squeezing Isabella’s hand.
“You should find another compliment…” Isabella jested, playfully punching Summer in the arm before getting her keys out of her small purse. Their eyes met for a brief second, both with one only thing on their minds. The punch also took Summer’s mind off her bladder pain for a moment, but it didn’t stop her letting out a little dribble, more from excitement of what was to come.
Once inside, the sexually chemistry intensified. Summer couldn’t resist Isabella anymore, and lead the way, despite it being Isabella’s home. The pair were locking lips and grinding their bodies against each other as they made their way through the hallway and into the kitchen. Summer’s desperation would have to be put hold, she’d worked hard all evening to tempt Isabella and now it was happening.
Despite the odd kiss on the lips from friends when they were drunk, this was Isabella’s first intense moment with another woman, and she wanted to give it her all. As the kissing got harder, Isabella stumbled and fell into one of the kitchen chairs, both of the girls bodies collapsing - into a slow grind. Summer’s body was aching for more, for two reasons. When they’d fallen, she’d definitely lost control of her bladder and spurted into her thong but it wasn’t going to stop her grinding hard whilst sat on Isabella’s lap. Isabella’s skirt was caught under her legs and Summer’s dress was around her waist, exposing both of the girls attractive legs and black thongs - Summer’s being damp.
The kissing got messier and Summer’s hands were now working every corner of Isabella’s body. Pushing her perky breaks in small circles whilst using her tongue to seduce Isabella. Despite their lips still touching, Isabella let out a moan of pleasure - this was one of the best experiences of her life and she wasn’t sure how much more she could take. Isabella welcomed the short break as Summer broke her body away from Isabella and started gently kissing her neck. Summer’s desperation had reached breaking point and she needed a reprieve, she knew was about to wet herself. She momentarily thought about what Hannah had told her earlier; Isabella had wet herself on the chair whilst laughing - words then slipped from her mouth.
“So a little birdie told me you had an accident on here?” Summer said whilst heavily breathing, her eyes flicking down to her own exposed thong. She could feel the dampness as she dribbled again, unable to control it.
Isabella’s face instantly reddened as she processed what Summer said, “What?”
Summer moved her head back up to Isabella’s eye line and leant back in; their lips rekindled but not for long, as Isabella, now a little embarrassed, wanted to know more. Summer wasn’t sure how much longer she could wait. either.
“I was just drunk…and we were laughing and…” Isabella stopped herself and moaned as Summer’s hand gently brushed across her clit. While her hand was down there, she quickly felt her thong, it was very damp.
“Babe…don’t worry…happens to everyone.” Summer’s reply was broken up as she moaned, her body moving quickly as she continued to grind on Isabella. Summer wasn’t lying though, she’d had multiple accidents after nights out - they even turned her on a little. And she was about to have another one right now.
“Yeah…I guess…” Isabella moaned again, as Summer pushed her fingers into her clit. Isabella could feel her legs starting to tingle. She closed her eyes and dived back in, instantly connecting with Summer’s lips; but Summer couldn’t keep connected for long. She had to break apart as she spurted, and this time she couldn’t stop. She was wetting herself.
“Would this make you feel better?” Summer sighed and then let out a moan. Her thong was now getting wet, she couldn’t override her brain anymore, it was happening. She wasn’t sure if this was an accident or a purposeful wetting, but she could properly feel the first dribbles of warm urine reaching her inner thighs. She moaned loudly in pleasure as she couldn’t stop the flow. She hadn’t had a drunken accident since her first year at university, and the warmness took her by surprise.
“Oh god…Isabella…I’m peeing myself…” Summer moaned whilst biting her lip.
The words didn’t connect with Isabella straight away, but the warm wet feeling did. Isabella flinched and instantly looked down, watching as the pee breached Summer’s thong with ease, and started pooling between their legs. Isabella couldn’t help but admire the sexiness of Summer’s tight body and legs, even with pee spurting out.
“I…I couldn’t hold it.” Summer managed to get out as a splattering sound started, the pee was now running off the chair and on to the floor.
Isabella didn’t have chance to reply as she pushed her lips back into Summer’s. There was no time to take in how disgusting the situation was - she knew they both wanted to orgasm. Isabella gently started rubbing Summer’s wet thong, not thinking about what Summer had just done, and pressed hard against her clit. Summer was first to orgasm, her legs shaking and her moans loud and intense. She grappled with Isabella’s body, making sure she didn’t let go; eventually her legs pushed together and it forced Isabella to retract her hand. Isabella’s orgasm closely followed. Summer’s fingers did the work, softly massaging Isabella’s clit until her legs bounced up and down and Isabella’s body couldn’t take anymore.
A moment passed, which seemed like forever as both girls came down from their high. They were both panting hard and neither knew what to say. Summer had taken a long shot to get Isabella to make out with her and now they were sat on top of each other, their bottom halves soaked through in pee.
“We…erm…better clean this up. Sorry.” Summer said, breaking the tension, placing her hand into Isabella’s.
Isabella let out a little laugh. “Yeah.”
“Sorry…I was just desperate and well…horny.” Summer replied, her face still red from the intensity of the orgasm.
“Its fine…” Isabella smiled, “Now I know why you asked me about it…”
“Yeah…I guess” Summer replied again, kissing Isabella on the nose. “Kind of helped the orgasm as well.”
“Yeah…I think it did kind of help…” Isabella laughed again wiping the wetness from her nose.
“You’re cute.” Summer said, her smile widening.
“I should tell you a secret about the other night.” Isabella smirked before continuing. “I sharted myself…”
“What?” Summer’s eyes widened, a little confused.
“Left skid marks in my thong.” Isabella added, her face reddening in self embarrassment.
Summer laughed, “Can’t say I’ve ever done that…”
“Yeah well…shit happens.” Isabella replied, and realising her pun, the girls both started laughing.
The two girls took a moment before finally getting off the chair. They had a clean up to do. |
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CHAPTER 21 - The January Freeze (PART 1)
The Christmas break had been a slow one. It was usually a three week break, but due to how the weeks had fallen in the calendar, this year it’d been four weeks - and there’s nothing worse as a student than waiting and wanting to get back. The feeling usually hit after the new years parties, and for Isabella, Hannah and Ellie; they couldn’t wait to get back. The only positive about the second semester was the return of the National Cheerleading Championships, something that the university entered every year, despite never doing well in it. Ellie and Hannah who were the joint heads of the Cheerleading society had a large responsibility in sorting and handing out the new kits for the year - and luckily, even with the extra week, they’d managed to get them all ready a few days before the first competition.
Ellie zipped up her sports bag and took one last look around her room - she’d packed what she needed too. She quickly picked the bag up off the floor and closed the door. As she made her way down the stairs she was greeted by Hannah, who was carrying an identical sports bag and wearing an identical tracksuit. Ellie followed Hannah down the stairs and they were greeted by Isabella as she sprung out of the kitchen holding her classic gym water bottle.
“Ready?” Isabella asked, looking at both of the girls.
“Course…” Hannah replied whilst nodding.
“Just going to fill up my bottle…” Ellie replied, reaching down to a side pocket of her bag where her bottle was located.
After a brief trip to the kitchen, Ellie quickly fumbled the full bottle back into her bag and followed the two girls outside. A black car was parked, waiting for them at the end of the drive.
“Shit. It’s cold!” Hannah remarked, puffing her cheeks in the process.
“Telling me.” Isabella quickly replied whilst blowing hot air into her cupped hands.
“Its the January freeze.” Ellie added. She could feel the ice cold air starting to blow up her tracksuit.
The boot of the black hatchback car swung itself open and all three girls tiptoed across the drive swinging their bags through the air and into the boot in one swift motion. Hannah and Isabella then made their way towards the back seats, whilst Ellie closed the boot, and headed to the front.
“Thank god…so warm in here.” Hannah stated as she got in, shuffling her bum to find her seatbelt.
“Heated seats the best…” Isabella added.
The front door then opened with a click and Ellie scampered in, quickly throwing herself in the front seat - desperately wanting to get out of the cold.
“Thanks for this Alice…really appreciate it.” Ellie said as the engine started and the car quickly moved of the curb and on to the road.
“No worries.” Alice replied, glancing over at Ellie.
Alice was a final year student and was one of the best cheerleaders on the team. She was easily recognisable with her small frame, and long, overly bushing ginger hair. She’d avoided the freshers parties that Ellie and Hannah had put on for the cheerleading team as she knew how messy they got - she also knew that her lack of appearance at the parties would mean she’d be getting a grilling by the girls on the journey up.
Fifteen minutes into the journey and conversation was aplenty. It had mainly been Hannah and Ellie poking fun at Alice for not turning up to the parties; remarking that she was a lightweight, or that the first years could out drink her - both remarks most likely being true. Alice laughed it off and explained how third year brought a new responsibility, there was no time for fun and games. Whilst all the girls were bantering with each other, Isabella’s question may have been the stupidest.
“So…what even is this today?” Isabella asked, realising it was a dumb question as she said it.
“A competition…” Ellie replied sarcastically, turning round and frowning at Isabella.
“Well…yeah. I know that.” Isabella replied back, somehow even more sarcastically than Ellie.
“Its a qualifier.” Alice said. “We need to beat this university in order to progress through to the regional finals.”
“I’m sure I said that in the meeting…and in the email.” Ellie added, backing up Alice.
“Yeah…sure…I remember.” Isabella replied, watching as Ellie rolled her eyes at Isabella’s blatant lie.
“Better zone myself in then…” Hannah joked.
“Yeah. We should.” Isabella added playfully.
Hannah and Isabella, almost simultaneously then plugged their headphones in and sat back; somewhat attempting to zone themselves in - more truthfully just wanting some peace and quiet. The journey wasn’t a long one, only just over an hour, but it did give the girls a chance to rest and catch up on any sleep they’d missed. After all, they’d need all the energy they could get for their performance.
Back in the front seat, and it wasn’t until they were well into the journey that Ellie realised she may have made a mistake - and not one she was willing to announce to everyone. Due to the heat inside the car, she’d already finished the water bottle that she’d left the house with and was starting to feel the effects of it. Ellie wondered how she’d got so desperate all of a sudden but quickly remembered she hadn’t used the bathroom all morning - she pushed her legs together in order to ease her desperation.
A few minutes later and Ellie’s body felt hot, all the internal and external squirming had made her sweat, she knew her face was burning red. She was already embarrassed about her desperation on such a short journey but knew she needed to ask the question in order to ease her mind, and to mentally prepare herself.
“Do you know how much longer?” Ellie whispered over to Alice who was focused on the road.
“Probs like twenty minutes.” Alice replied with a smile.
“Thanks.” Ellie whispered back, trying not to draw attention to her question.
Moments after Ellie had asked for the remaining time of the journey, Alice slowed the car and pulled over into the exiting lane - Ellie took a deep breathe, relief. Once off the motorway, Alice reached into her pocket and expertly pulled out her phone whilst keeping her eyes on the road.
“Can you sort me the directions please?” Alice asked, holding her phone in the direction of Ellie.
‘Sure.” Ellie replied, whilst focusing her mind on her bladder and keeping her legs tightly closed.
“Thanks!” Alice quickly replied before adding. “Lets hope we don’t hit any traffic…”
“Done…” Ellie said whilst handing the phone back over to Alice. She didn’t even bother responding to the remark about traffic - if they did hit traffic, she knew she’d be in trouble. Her bladder was already screaming out to be emptied but Ellie didn’t want to break her dry streak after two wettings in two nights during freshers; they were now in the past.
Alice’s originally prediction of twenty minutes had been spot on and luckily, for Ellie, they didn’t hit any traffic. As they pulled into the sports complex car park, Alice could already make out some of their fellow cheer team standing around. Alice pulled the car into the closest parking bay and rolled her window down.
“Trust you to be early!” Alice shouted at a fellow teammate whilst laughing.
Ellie’s body hadn’t been expecting the ice cold air as it came in through the window, the hairs on her arms immediately standing up. She froze in her seat as her crotch felt warm all of a sudden, and she wasn’t sure it was just sweat - the worst part being she had no real way of checking.
“Why you in your kit?” Alice shouted again, aiming it towards her fellow team mate.
“Changing rooms are locked still so we got changed in the car.” A voice shouted back towards Alice.
“Oh shit…” Alice said quietly, looking towards the girls in the car.
“Yeah and I’m getting back in the car now. Its fucking freezing.” The voice shouted for the final time.
Ellie felt her chest sink, she was desperate. Her bladder was twinging frequently and she really needed to get to the bathroom within the next few minutes or she was about to have an accident - most likely in the car. She couldn’t lie to herself, she’d definitely dribbled a little. Whilst the exchange had been going on, Isabella had already opened her door, but closed it again instantly when she heard the news of the changing rooms being locked.
“Fuck sake.” Isabella sighed to herself.
Alice then swung herself round again. “Grab the bags.” She remarked, looking over at Hannah.
It took a moment for Hannah to realise what Alice meant. “We can’t all get changed in here…”
“Might as well try…” Alice said whilst shrugging her shoulders.
Hannah slowly undid her seatbelt before lifting herself up and swivelling round; she wasn’t sold on this idea by any means but one by one she pulled the sports bags out of the boot, throwing them to their respective owner. In the limited space available the girls got out of their university sports tracksuits and into their cheer skirts, each revealing their naked bodies to one another. Isabella was first to get her bag and first to get her cheer spankies and skirt on, turning away so no one could see her shaved vaginal area. Ellie was lucky that everyone was too pre-occupied getting themselves changed or they would have seen a wet spot, the size of a dime, on her tight white thong. She scrunched the thong up and threw it back in her back, hoping it’d dry by the time she’d put it back on. Now in her cheer kit, she was desperate to not get it wet, by any means.
“I'm going to head inside, see what’s going on…” Ellie said, her legs tightly crossed as she perched on the front seat. She knew she needed to get out the car, an accident in here would be her worst nightmare.
“Want me to come with?” Alice said whilst putting her shoes back on.
“No…I’ll be five minutes max.” Ellie replied, gulping loudly.
Ellie opened the car door, and instantly regretted it. The January freeze was real and the cold air battered against her skin, the few hairs on her legs and arms standing up. It was only fifteen metres or so to the door, but it felt like five-hundred as Ellie started walking - her bladder twinging with every step. Once inside, Ellie relaxed her body as she felt warmth on her skin once again from the heating; but it wasn’t the only warmth she was feeling. Relaxing her body had caused her to spurt and she instantly shot her hand down, digging it into her crotch, stopping the leak - so much for keeping her cheer skirt dry.
‘Shit shit shit. I need a wee,’ Ellie said to herself whilst bobbing her legs.
Ellie stood for a moment and somewhat regained her composure, still feeling the wetness between her legs. She knew she was about to have an accident, but that’s when she saw movement.
“Excuse me?!” Ellie called out to the movement she’d spotted. “Do you know where the nearest toilet is?”
“Top of stairs…two flights up!” The woman called back.
“Thanks.” Ellie fired back and without hesitation, started moving her feet towards the stairs.
Once on the stairs and heading up, Ellie didn’t even care anymore about the small dribbles that were coming out, she didn’t have time to care; her mind was solely focused on making it to the toilet. Ellie almost dragged herself up and in record time, she had made it up first flight of stairs. She could feel her hand, which was firmly dug into her crotch, getting wetter but she knew she had to power on. What would be the point of working so hard to not have an accident, only to wet yourself in front of the toilet.
‘So close. Just hold it.’ Ellie told herself as she flew up the final set of stairs.
Ellie’s thoughts changed when she reached the top of the stairs, she was staring at the little woman figure on the door, when she felt it - the first large spurt. Her brain had acknowledged the toilet was in sight, and caused her bladder to give way. Her accident was happening.
‘No no no…not here.’ Ellie cried out. The first spurt of warm urine had breached her spankies and was trickling down her inner thigh.
Ellie scampered towards the bathroom door, urine leaking out of her with every step; in one last attempt to save herself. She used all her energy to push the first door, and then the second door open - and there it was, an empty cubicle. Ellie’s mind had been focusing so hard on the getting to the bathroom that the sight of the cubicle was too much. As she fumbled trying to get her cheer dress off, and with the shutting of the cubicle door, a splattering sound start started. Ellie was wetting herself.
‘Fuck fuck fuck.’ Ellie moaned to herself as the hot piss started scolding her cold legs. She was doing everything she could to stop the flow, but nothing was working. Warm pee ran down her legs at every angle - a puddle beneath her legs forming on the floor. Ellie had wet herself a metre away from the toilet.
To make matters worse for Ellie, the door to the bathroom then slammed open, and a girl raced in - one who Ellie didn’t recognise, presumably on the opposing cheer team. There was a pause as both the girls looked at each, taking in what they were seeing. Ellie could see a girl that was visibly desperate to use the bathroom, and the opposing cheerleader was watching a girl who had clearly been very desperate, wet herself in front of the toilet.
The opposing cheerleader, who was also in her cheer skirt, then let out a squeal of her own and scrunched her face up; what she’d thought was going to be a tiny fart was actually her anal seal breaking. Her hand raced down to her bum but she didn’t need to feel it to know what was happening - a log was sticking out. She clenched her bum cheeks as hard as she could. It had been bad enough for her watching another girl have her own wetting accident, but a poop accident was twice as embarrassing.
“Ohhh…I need to get in.” She cried, the log now protruding out of her bum.
Ellie, realising her fight was over, shuffled her legs to the side allowing the opposition cheerleader some space to make her way into the cubicle. In one swift motion the other girl slid past Ellie and into the cubicle. Despite being in the cubicle, just like Ellie had been, she too was having the same problem though, she couldn’t get her cheer skirt off quick enough.
“Help!” She cried out, her eyes widening - defeat was looming.
Every sound was accentuated in the bathroom and Ellie could hear a warm, soft, crackling. The opposition cheer girl was bobbing her legs and tapping her feet as she crumpled over holding her stomach. To her despair, the log had broken off and was now sat in her spankies.
“Oh my god!” She cried out. She rushed to move her hand towards her bum, it had happened. She then let out another squeal and felt another large log escape her anal passage and fall into her spankies. Disaster.
It had taken a moment for Ellie to process and realise the other girls predicament, but then she caught a glimpse of where her hand was - she’d shit her pants.
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There was a still a large layer of white cloud in the sky, stopping any winter sun from doing its best to heat the ground - but at least the temperature was slowly rising as the morning mist cleared. The January freeze had been talked about in the news for weeks before it came; and still no one had been truly prepared. It was lucky that the cheerleading qualifiers were even going ahead as most outdoor sports had been called off for the last few weeks due to the extent of the cold.
Behind the large building and sports hall lay acres of green grass where on a normal day, university sports teams would be training. The grass had been completely frozen over and had basically ruined the re-start to the football season, and the end of the rugby season. Luckily for the cheerleaders, they were using the sports hall - and the heating was still working.
The car park had filled and nearly all the spaces had been taken up, both with cheerleaders from the opposing university (Alice, Isabella, Ellie and Hannah) and from the home university. As Alice peered out the window, she didn’t recognise many of the cars, or the girls inside. Neither of the girls had spoken for a while as they’d been daydreaming but Isabella broke the silence.
“Ellie’s been ages…shall I go in?” Isabella asked, flicking her eyes between Alice and Hannah.
“Nah…she’s probably finding someone to open it all up.” Hannah said, not turning to look at Isabella - Hannah was gazing her eyes at a group of opposition cheerleaders stood by a car.
There was another pause, and Alice thought before saying. “She did need the toilet as well…”
“Oh right…” Isabella said whilst frowning. She still didn’t think it would’ve taken that long to find someone, and if she hadn’t found someone, she wouldn’t come back to the car - Ellie had been ages.
“How long has it been?” Hannah then asked, swinging her body round to engage in the conversation.
“Like…over ten minutes.” Alice replied, brushing a strand of red hair off her pale face.
“Might as well go in Isabella…just to see.” Hannah said, scanning her eyes to the building.
Isabella then grabbed the pair of jogging bottoms that were scrunched in her bag and threw them on, before grabbing her coat and exiting the car. She was glad she’d put the extra layers as the wind was still ice cold. Isabella wondered into the building and took a quick look around on the ground floor, she even tried the door handles to the changing rooms but they were still locked.
“Are you looking for something?” A voice said from behind her.
Isabella quickly shot round and gasped. “Erm…sorry…my friend came in?”
“She went upstairs.” The woman replied, who was decked out in cleaning gear.
“Upstairs?” Isabella frowned.
“To the toilet…” The woman added, already started to wipe the door handle that Isabella had touched.
“Ah…okay. Thanks.” Isabella shot the woman a quick smile, and headed for the stairs.
The bathroom was a small rectangular room and required someone to get through two doors to enter - once through the first door, the second door was to the right. Once past the second door, you were in the bathroom. There was a sink directly in front as you entered and a mirror above it - with a rather modern hand-dryer to the right. To the left was where the only cubicle was located. On a normal day, the bathroom would mainly be used by staff; and it would be extremely rare to ever bump into anyone, or have to wait, whilst in the bathroom - the main toilets being located in the changing rooms. Unfortunately, that hadn’t been the case today.
Just like Ellie had been, Tilly had been driven to the qualifiers by one of her good university friends. Instead of four girls in the car, like in Ellie’s case; there had only been three with Tilly - meaning she’d had the back seats all to herself. Her day had started rather normally, if not a little earlier that usually. She’d packed her bag, or rather throw her cheer kit it; showered, made a smoothie and had a cereal bar - so whist sprawled across the back seats on the journey, why did she need to shit so much?
It had been hard not to laugh with the girls when she first let out a little fart on the relatively short fifteen minute journey. The heating in the car had been on full blast due to the weather, and that just allowed the smell to linger for even longer. Tilly had protested it wasn’t her at first but when she let out another fart, this time not silent but deadly, the girls sat in the front teased her even more.
‘Smells like you’ve shit yourself…’
‘Oh my god…imagine shitting in your spankies…’
Tilly had joined in with the laughter, it was only a bit of a gas after all and she couldn’t deny to herself, despite the smell being bad; it was hilarious. The journey, which was meant to take around fifteen minutes, ended up taking thirty - and that was the start of Tilly’s problems. Finally, as they’d battled through the traffic and made their way into the carpark, Tilly felt it starting to come. Her gas had very much solidified and she needed to poop.
Like nearly everyone in the car park, the girls had decided to get changed in the car, and despite Tilly’s concerns, she went along with it - every few moments another wave of desperation hitting her, making her clutch her butt cheeks. After letting another waft of gas, Tilly needed a reprieve; and she got one when she saw another girl heading inside the building.
It didn’t take Tilly long to make her mind up and then to slip out the car, she was desperate for the bathroom, and needed it sooner rather than later. To the amusement of her friends sat in the front seats, Tilly virtually waddled to the front doors - she was being extra careful not to ruin her spankies. As Tilly entered through the glass doors, she’d lost sight of the girl she’d seen come in before her.
Tilly’s face flushed red and she was starting to a panic a little. During her time at the university, she’d only ever used the toilets in the changing room, she didn’t even know there were more in the building. As she looked around, pressing her hand into her bum, she heard a squeal - coming from upstairs. Tilly had only been a floor behind Ellie, both girls racing up the stairs to make it to the toilet. As she went up, Tilly realistically knew, even if she had to wait a minute or so for the girl to use the bathroom before her, she’d still make it.
That all changed for Tilly when she entered the bathroom. Tilly, who hadn’t really thought it, just expected the cubicle door to be closed, but it wasn’t. There had been a splattering sound and Tilly just helplessly watched as a girl fought to get her cheer dress whilst wetting herself. Tilly didn’t know where to look but seeing the accident unfold instantly reminded her of her one and only accident as an adult, back in first year.
Tilly had been at an afterparty at her friends flat, all the girls and guys still drinking well past 4am. Tilly didn’t remember much from that night but what she did remember was being completely desperate on the walk back from the club, which wasn’t uncommon for herself and her friends. She’d begged her friend to let her use the toilet first but the best her friend could offer was to let her come into the little en-suite with her and wait. Tilly knew she’d dribbled in her thong on the way in, but as she stood and watched friend strip and sit down first, it was all too much. The sound of the pee hitting the toilet bowl made her lose control, and she just stood, in front of her friend, uncontrollable spurting warm urine into her jeans - soaking them. Luckily for Tilly, that night hadn’t tarnished her social status as her friend was extremely apologetic and let her stay the night, without anyone else seeing - and they never spoke about it again.
Back in the bathroom though and Tilly’s mind wavered as she stood there; she thought back to all the jokes she’d made with her friends on the drive over. They’d laughed about shitting in your spankies, but here she was, only moments away from doing so. The combination of seeing another girl having an accident in front of her, thinking back to her own first accident and accidentally letting a fart slip out caused the disaster. And just like Ellie, Tilly hadn’t thought about getting her cheer dress or spankies off either, and despite scrambling into the cubicle at the last second - before she knew it, she’d filled them with shit.
Ellie’s eyes, which had solely been fixed on Tilly’s bum, were now drawn to the top of her legs - as what usually happens with releasing faeces, you end up needed to pee as well. One of Tilly’s hands was still firmly placed on her bum, but it didn’t stop Tilly trying to crouch as she started wetting.
“Fuck. I’m peeing…” Tilly sighed, cringing to herself. This time it was Ellie’s turn to watch.
Tilly had long forgotten the feeling of her accident in first year, but parts came back when the warm urine sizzled on her inner thighs. Her legs had shifted apart and her knees pointed inwards. Tilly hadn’t peed anywhere near as much as Ellie but her eyes were drawn to the two puddles on the floor that had started to merge together.
“God. It stinks…” Ellie remarked under her breathe whilst clearing her throat. The smell of shit lingered in the small bathroom confines.
Tilly had heard Ellie’s remarks and looked sternly across at her, scrunching up her forehead in the process. She clenched her jaw, and in one swift motion, Tilly slammed the cubicle door shut before locking it. Tilly then yanked the straps on her cheer dress down with one hand whilst keeping her other hand firmly placed on her bum, holding her mess. Tilly was a mentally strong girl, sometimes a bitch, and knew she had no time to waste in sorting herself out. Once her dress was down by her knees, Tilly could examine the damage - two small logs, broken off in her knickers.
Ellie, who was still stood directly outside the cubicle, could hear as Tilly was pulling rapidly at the loo role - which was located next to the toilet. Tilly carefully slid her knickers off, throwing them into the toilet bowl, filled with the logs she’d released, flushing after she’d done so. Thank god she’d put knickers on under her spankies, it wasn’t uncommon for girls to perform in just cheer spankies, and losing her knickers was just a small price to pay after what had happened. Tilly quickly wiped her legs and bum, making sure they were clean and knowing there was not much she could do about her shoes, she unlocked the cubicle.
“You should do the same…” Tilly remarked as she went to wash her hands. As soon as Ellie was in the cubicle, she could hear the hairdryer loudly blowing.
As Isabella approached the door, she could hear the muffled sound of what she presumed was a hair dryer. She quickly entered the first door, then the second.
“Oh hi…?” Isabella said awkwardly, bumping into Tilly as she entered the bathroom.
“Hey.” Tilly replied, just raising her eyebrows before sliding past Isabella and out of the bathroom.
Isabella swung herself round and scowled, how unpleasant she thought to herself. Isabella quickly turned back to the face the cubicle.
“Ellie?” Isabella called out, crossing her fingers in hope that Ellie was behind the cubicle door.
“Yeah?” Ellie replied, before continuing. “I’ll be out in two…”
As Isabella stood and waited, her nose twinged at the still poignant smell of shit that filled the bathroom. She quickly deduced the reason Ellie had been so long was due to the previous girl she’d just bumped into, who must’ve gone for a number two - how wrong could she be. Isabella’s eyes were then draw to something else.
“Err Ellie…what the fuck is all this on the floor?” Isabella asked, now looking down at the large puddle taking up half the bathroom floor.
“Well…” Ellie stopped herself and restarted. “It was hear before I came in…”
“Jeeez…and it stinks.” Isabella added.
“Tell me about it!” Ellie laughed. “…was the girl in before me.”
The door to the cubicle made a chinking sound, and Ellie emerged - she dropped Isabella a quick smile. After washing her hands, Ellie caught up with Isabella outside and the pair headed back downstairs. Ellie knew she could still feel her wet spankies sticking to her skin but she’d dried it all the best she could, she just needed to change whenever she had chance. As the ground floor came into view, the girls could see Alice and Hannah already making their way into the changing rooms. Isabella starting making her way towards them.
“Just going to grab my bags…I’ll catch you up.” Ellie said, gesturing to the car outside. Alice, who seen Ellie then threw her the keys in that direction.
Ellie slid open the main doors and embraced the cold air rattling against her skin. As she headed towards the car, she thought about how she’d somehow got away that accident - it seemed near damn impossible. Ellie flashed the keys at the car before opening the door, grabbing her stuff and locking it again. She turned her heels and walked back to the entrance - she’d definitely got away with one today. |
Strangers On A Train
The man sat at his opulent desk, probably the only person left in the penthouse office suite that occupied the entire top floor of the modern day glass and steel behemoth that towered over the downtown financial district. The view from his CEO’s corner office windows was expansive and distracting, showcasing the multitude of lights spread out in a panoramic vista below. Even at this late hour on a Thursday night, this part of the city was still vibrantly alive and busting below.
He forced his attention back to the monitor in front of him, trying to stay focused on the large scale video conference that he was in charge of. A multitude of faces were shown in their own private little boxes on his screen, mostly men, but more than a few women, and nearly all of them older than he was. The majority of them were still dressed in corporate attire, expensive suits or dresses, as most of the participants were in other parts of the country or world, each with its own time line. As the founder and CEO of Global Data And Logistics, it was somewhat ironic that he was staying later into the night than most for this weekly management hook-up, but the head office he was in had the most awkward timeframe of nearly all the worldwide branch offices. He took a sip from the large bone china mug on his desk, and suppressed a smile as the warm glow from the expensive cognac slid down his throat. Most attendees at this virtual meeting were nursing mugs of some sort, but he would’ve been extremely surprised to find that anyone else would be drinking alcohol. It was important things that they were discussing. But, for him, it was late, and he WAS the Boss after all, and as long as nobody saw him top up his mug from the bottle in the bottom draw of his desk, then it didn’t matter.
After all, he would need a touch of liquid courage for what would happen in the near future. Just thinking about it was enough to make his heart beat faster, and he took another sip, forcing himself to pay attention to the last few minutes of the meeting. It wasn’t long, and he was able to wrap things up, and thank the leaders of his little global empire for their time and good work. Despite a worldwide downturn, his business was good.
With the monitor safely switched off, he rose from his desk, and walked to the small sink in the corner, where he rinsed his now empty cup, and took a beer from the small fridge underneath. Drinking deeply, he gave a sigh of satisfaction as the icy cold beverage washed away the strong aftertaste of the cognac. The strong liquor had been to calm his nerves, but the beer was to serve another purpose.
He removed his expensive tailored suit jacket and slacks, and hung them in a wardrobe, from where he retrieved a plain but pricey pair of blue jeans, and a long overcoat, that finished well below his knees. Looking at his reflection in the mirror on the back of the door, he was pleased to see that his dress shirt and shoes complemented the jeans and overcoat quite well. It was early spring, and the nights were still chilly, so the coat would serve its purpose, but he didn’t know what he’d do in a month or so, when it would be too warm to justify wearing it. It was something that he’d have to think about a bit more in the future.
Next, he donned an old fashioned peak billed cap, pulling it down over his eyes, and a pair of glasses with plain, non-prescription lenses in them. That was all it took to make him look almost unrecognisable from the well dressed businessman that he was known as. The gentleman wasn’t famous as such, but it’s virtually impossible to be a rich CEO of a global company at such a young age, and not be at least well known in public circles. This little “disguise” meant that he could blend in with the crowd around him, which wouldn’t be huge at this time of night anyway.
Switching off the office lights, he made his way to the elevator, getting out on the ground floor, and not the underground car park like he normally would. Every other day of the week, he drove himself to the office, in either his Mercedes, Range Rover, or Tesla, as he usually had appointments or meetings with clients or suppliers, but not on Thursdays. On Thursdays, he caught the train in, a habit he’d had for years. Any appointments would be held in his office, and he could have a couple of drinks during the late night teleconference and get home without falling foul of the law.
Over the past two months, Thursdays had held a new attraction for him, the result of a chance encounter with a random stranger on the train. Since then, he had met this stranger every Thursday night on the way home, regardless of what train he managed to catch. It seemed almost too coincidental, but that’s all it could be. After all, he had no idea himself as to what time he’d be leaving the office. It could be anytime between 9:30pm to midnight, but every Thursday, she was there, and they ended up on the same train together.
Occasionally, she wouldn’t be on the platform, but he would find her in whatever carriage he happened to get in to. Other times, she would magically appear at a later stop, but she always ended up in his carriage, sitting directly opposite him. He’d stopped trying to make sense of it, preferring to think about it as karma. It certainly couldn’t be anything planned on her behalf, like blackmail or anything, as she’d never even spoken a word to him.
But oh, that smile.....
The cold air bit into the man as he exited the building, tipping a nod to the night watchman who buzzed him out, and he buttoned his coat against the chill, and his bladder gave a slight twinge, reminding him that he hadn’t used his private bathroom before he left, as if he needed reminding. The beer was already filtering through him, just as he had planned for it to do.
The walk to the Central Train Station was only 3 blocks, but he was starting to feel a certain heaviness in his bladder by the time he got there, and the mere sight of the public toilets that he walked past was enough to accelerate his desperation even more.
He glanced nervously around the platform. She wasn’t there. This of course wasn’t unusual, but it always made him start to second guess himself, wondering if perhaps he should skip this train, and catch the next one 15 minutes later, and give her a chance to arrive.
No. That was just stupid. She would be here. Either on this platform, the next one, or maybe even be on the train already, and she would find him. She always did.
So he would get on the next train as soon as it arrived, as usual. Besides, his need to urinate was swiftly becoming uncomfortable, and he had a real need to just sit down, as his legs were starting to jiggle noticeably, and he was subconsciously shifting his weight from one leather clad foot to the other.
A rumble could be heard in the distance, and a light appeared in the tunnel, and seconds later, the passenger train was pulling up, pushing a gust of wind in front of it. He looked around before boarding, and grinned when he saw a familiar figure emerging from the shadows behind a pillar, and the beautiful Stranger approached, stepping into the almost deserted carriage after him. She was here, just as he had known she would be.
The gentleman stepped to one side, letting her squeeze past, catching a brief whiff of musk, the perfume she always wore. She made eye contact only briefly, and to anyone else watching, they wouldn’t have noticed. As always, he was intrigued as to what she would be wearing, and his heart skipped a beat as his eyes took in the light beige pantsuit she was wearing underneath her open, knee length black coat. The coat was a staple. She always wore it, and for good reason, the same reason that he himself was wearing one, but the pantsuit was something new. Every week, it was something new. He had seen her in mini skirts with thick leggings, in maxi dresses and stockings. Jeans, slacks, and one memorable night, in tight grey yoga pants. The light coloured pantsuit held just as much promise as what the yoga pants had, the knee high black leather boots adding a kinky touch to her outfit. The man felt himself stirring inside his jeans, no doubt helped along by his own bursting bladder. As was the routine, he waited for her to take a seat first, and as usual she chose an almost empty bench seat, one that ran lengthways down the train, and faced into the middle. Once she was seated, he took up a position on the opposite side, facing her. They didn’t even look at each other, just removed their phones, and busied themselves on their screens.
Most of the people had disembarked at the city, and the train was now headed towards the suburbs, the rich suburbs, which didn’t lend itself towards picking up a lot of passengers. After all, most people in these areas wouldn’t catch public transport unless their lives depended on it. Those passengers that did get on, were for the most part students, or people like the Gentleman who had enjoyed a drink and didn’t want to drive. He himself was travelling to nearly the end of the line, and she always got off a few stations before then, but not always at the same one, just as she didn’t always board at the same one every time. He had no idea who she was, nor where she worked or lived, but as their relationship was so far non verbal, he couldn’t really ask.
After a few stops had passed, he found himself crossing his legs. He really did need to pee quite badly now, and was hoping that the train would soon begin to empty, and it did. Soon, they were the only two people left on the long seats, and the handful of other passengers sat towards the front, in forward facing seats, where they would be much less likely to encounter a random stranger needing to sit beside them.
The beautiful Stranger put her phone away, looked up at the man, and smiled.
Not for the first time, he drank in her looks. She definitely had a Mediterranean background of some sort. Olive skin. Raven black shoulder length hair. Honey brown eyes deep enough to drown a giraffe in. Oh, and her figure! Large but still pert breasts. Hips that were in perfect formation to them. Legs that seemed extraordinarily long. He felt himself becoming slightly breathless, both with desire, and the knowledge of what would soon happen.
At the next stop, the last of the rear seated stragglers got off, leaving just them at the back, and a small handful of people at the front, who could have been on Venus as far as the Gentleman was concerned. For now, it was just him, and the beautiful Stranger, locked together inside their own little universe. The departure of the last rear seated passenger had provided her with the signal that she needed, and in one quick motion, the lady half stood up, and pulled her coat out from underneath her gorgeous bottom, which soon sat itself back onto the seat. The Gentleman followed suit, as had been his habit of late, mimicking her gesture by removing his own coat from beneath him.
Now, they made full eye contact for the first time. Her, mischievous and playful, him, nervous and excited. Not for the first time did the nagging thought cross the back of his mind: Does she know me? Is she filming me?
After all, she had seen him without his disguise on more that a few occasions at first, before he had decided to join her in The Game that she played, and the possibility that he might be filmed or recorded was ever present. That would be a very bad thing indeed. But, somehow, he knew that wasn’t the case. He trusted this lady that he’d never spoken too. He didn’t understand The Game, but knew that he enjoyed it just as much as what she did. After all, it would be impossible to fake the pleasure that she derived from Playing.
The train pulled away from the next station, and she fixed him in a firm gaze, as she spread her legs. The Gentleman looked on in fascination, as a small dark patch appeared on the Strangers beige pants, directly in the middle of her crotch. She squinted, and suddenly the dark spot grew rapidly, and he could see a firm trickle of liquid forcing its way through her pants, as the dark patch rapidly spread, encompassing her entire crotch, and running over the seat, where it eventually formed a mini waterfall, spilling over the seat, and falling onto the carriage floor, making a a soft splattering sound, as a puddle grew between her boots, and a small lake formed between her thighs, pooling on the seat, not being absorbed immediately into the brightly coloured fabric of the seat. Her eyes closed in a private ecstasy, and she shuddered, as the wet spot spread rapidly down the inside of her thighs, and no doubt across the taut beige fabric that covered her backside.
The sight was too much for the Gentlemen’s tortured bladder, and he trembled as it let go. He felt the spreading warmth between his legs, and the relief was instantaneous, as his blue jeans darkened against his bulging crotch, and he created his own stream, that soon cascaded over the edge of his own seat, forming its own lake between his leather shoes.
Now he’d started, he couldn’t stop, and his bladder completely let go, and he sighed with a mixture of relief and excitement, as his bottom grew hot and wet, while he watched his beautiful partner in crime fully soak her own pants. They locked eyes again, smiling at each other as their pent up urine dwindled to a trickling halt at last, their twin puddles moving towards each other with the motion of the train, eventually forming a large lake that encompassed the entire area between their seats.
As the train started to slow on its approach to the next station, the Lady stood up, letting her coat fall, and cover her shame. She stood up, and smiled at him. For the first time ever, she spoke to him.
“Same time next week, Simon?”
His name wasn’t Simon, and he didn’t understand whether or not it was supposed to be a reference that he recognised or not. It meant nothing to him.
“Sure Amy,” he said, plucking a random name out of thin air.
“See you,” she said with a smile, apparently liking the choice of name, before buttoning her coat, and disembarking from the carriage.
The Gentleman stood up, and buttoned his own coat with shaking hands, the feeling of warm, cloying wetness paramount across his bottom, his crotch, and between his legs. His cock was stiff inside the wet fabric, and it felt glorious.
He moved away from the puddle on the floor, taking a more forward seat near the doors. Even if the train cameras had caught the illicit act, he was sure that his disguise would be enough to protect his identity.
The next station was his, and he got up, and left the train, ready for the short walk back to his apartment building, already planning what he would wear next Thursday, when he was determined to finally initiate a conversation with The Beautiful Stranger. |
Earlier this month I posted a short story called 'Sensual Control.' It was my second-attempt at writing an omorashi-based erotica story. Because people seem to have liked it, I'm willing to post the first story - and this was my first attempt, something which is even more awkward as again, I have no character development, not even names, just action.
This story plays with both female and male desperation, with a female master who is also desperate to go.
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All three of them needed to go, but it was mutually decided this time that one of the girls, the slender blonde, would be testing the other two, a brunette with shoulder-length hair and an athletic build, and a guy who wasn't athletic, but not overweight either, average.
All three of them, in their evening together, wore or removed various articles of clothing; the 'master of ceremonies' blonde stripped completely naked. The guy kept his boxers on, while the brunette took everything off but a short skirt and light pink underwear. All were in their mid-twenties.
At this point, all were shaking a little, but none were bursting; that would come shortly via the master's game plans. In the bathroom, the brunette sat on one side of the ledge with her legs parted but not wide open; the man, more brave, sat next to her with his left foot on the ledge, causing his legs to be open wide. The master knelt on a pad in front of them, bare. Shivers of excitement pulsed through all three. Ensuring to help keep the bathroom warm given their nakedness, as well as part of the game, the blonde turned a facet on, hot, and not wide open, just a dribble into the sink. She would use this to fill the two glasses she brought in with her.
To start, she tenderly opened the fly on the man's boxers and let him slightly out. Her idea was to only allow his tip to protrude, not the whole thing. It's easy to stimulate the whole shaft, but torture to just focus on the head and nothing else, which was thankfully circumcised. That, after all, is where he'll be struggling to hold it in the most. With her fingers brushing along his left leg, encouraging those shivers, she lightly set him down on the front of his underwear; who wants to drip all over that anyway? More of a challenge.
Turning towards the brunette and stifling the urge to reach down on herself given her need, she gently reached up and stroked one of her nipples, up and down slowly, while advancing towards those light pink panties. She had no intention of touching what was under them, at least not yet. Neither the brunette or the man were allowed to use their own hands, obviously.
The master parted the brunette's legs enough to put her face towards the inner side of her left thigh and lick once, while her left hand gingerly pinched the pink cotton, pulled it towards her, and let go, causing it to snap back into place. Willingly, her legs opened more while her hips rolled back, a natural reaction to the urge to pee. Nearby, the guy's right leg jiggled up and down a little. She looked in between his legs; that red tip remained there, dry but under pressure.
The master, her own hips swaying for a second, stroked up between her legs once, feeling the soft horizon of her tight lips, which had a minor dusting of very short hair; she liked it short, not totally shaven but not hairy either. Behind the pink cotton in front of her was smooth skin, soon to be visibly showing struggle.
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Ten minutes later, after a few drinks, she returned to the guy who, by this point, was shaking slightly. Her first challenge was simple: Let some go - but only a spitting, with a stream strong enough to avoid the pale fabric of his boxers. A squirt that wouldn't make a mess anywhere but the floor.
On her command, he let go with as much force as possible before instantly stopping. She watched closely. Of course, starting, even as hard as possible, still meant he got some on his boxers. As he struggled to regain control, she watched with excitement as he jumped up and bounced a little, his hole trying to squeeze shut causing the whole thing to move. She took hold of it as he sputtered to a dribble, which dripped onto his underwear. She could feel him pulsing as she held him; she moved in and lightly licked him clean. She didn't stop there; ensuring only to focus on his tip, she stroked in small circles as he fought to hold it in. A dribble appeared. As punishment, she lightly flicked him. He turned more red, and would have bounced up and down had she not been holding him in place by the head. His shaft pulsed, and she stuck her tongue against his hole, gingerly licking up and down in a tease. She could feel a slight hardness, not nearly as much as he would be had she given proper attention to him. It was torture.
To her left the brunette remained with her legs wide, legs which were dancing up and down. Her panties were still dry, but she was doing a real job keeping them that way. Her hips rocked back and forth as she instinctively held on to her breasts, breathing somewhat hard. Giving him one more sideways lick while doing her best not to touch herself or let her own dribbles out, she crawled over to the brunette, guided both hands up her legs, and with both index fingers, stroked either side of her panties without daring to touch the sensitive middle. She decided to let her make the same squirt as the guy next to her, providing relief while also ensuring her desperation only doubled rapidly. She pulled the pink aside to reveal large, smooth, deep hairless lips, told her to raise her right leg and position her foot on the ledge like the guy, and as briefly as possible, squirt a tiny stream out forcefully.
Obediently, she pushed a bit out before stopping as best she could, her hips rocking back violently, those lips pulling back slightly as she fought herself closed without the help of finger pressure. She loved the pulse of struggling lips as much as she liked the desperate bobbing of a guy's head and shaft. The brunette let out a small cry of struggle. The master, herself clenching, waited for her dribbles to subside before flicking her dead centre and then letting her panties, still dry, return in place. As the brunette shuddered, the master dug her index finger between those lips and pushed upwards to create a camel toe and thin out the coverage provided by the cotton; it would be easier for her to stroke the outer edge of those lips while avoiding what was in the middle, something she would attend to later during the height of her fight.
With a very fine paint brush, she stroked it up and down the outer regions of the girl's lips while she grunted and breathed in struggle; her hips rocked almost violently, her bottom almost swiveling in place as she did her best not to change the colour of the pink in that camel toe. The guy trembled as he tipped over another glass, the gentle facet in the sink still running and producing steam from the hot water. Grunting himself, he lost a spurt as his tip jumped up in a quick spasm of desperation. The master, who with her legs kneeling apart also lost brief control, shook her head ominously at him while he did his best to remain still.
The two sitting in front of her were not the only ones being tortured; she was torturing herself by giving all her attention to testing them while avoiding herself. She could not grab, put any kind of pressure on herself, or, more importantly, pleasure herself. She was left to struggle just as they were, with no touching or stimulation or help whatsoever. With her attention focused on the brunette's struggling lips and the guy's bouncing tip, she was able to feel aroused to a degree, which helped, but that didn't stop her from losing a bit of liquid. Soon enough she'd need to have a drink too.
Returning to the guy, she felt up his chest, came to rest on his lower body, took gentle hold of his tip and licked as she squeezed with the other hand. The objective here was for him to avoid peeing into her mouth. He groaned and grunted, and she could feel his hole work against the tip of her tongue. He spasmed, and a big grunt later, a squirt had been lost in her mouth. She drooled it out over him, rubbed his legs, and then flicked his tip again, twice, while he trembled and spasmed. Not finished, she took her paintbrush and spun it over that head, flicked it back and forth, and then reached up to do the same to his nipples. Turning it around, she carefully inserted the end about two millimetres into his hole and began stroking his head in any manner she could think of as pee leaked along the shaft of the brush. He was trying pretty hard. Meanwhile she was clenching as hard as possible, her butt jiggling and her lips engorged with pleading arousal as pee trickled down her legs.
She checked on the brunette, who had just emptied a glass of warm water. Her hips had gone from rolling, rocking and gyrating to shaking and, every few seconds, jumping forward as if she were suddenly stopping a massive urge to go. A wet spot had finally appeared on that cute camel toe, enough to show pee had trickled out. She took her handy brush and slowly rotated it in a stroke up one side of her tight, clenching lips, then down the other. She was obviously aroused, but not nearly as much as she would be if that brush was concentrated on the sensitive gland in the middle, the one the master had been avoiding the entire twenty minutes they'd been there.
She put her thumb into that camel toe, against the source of that wet spot, and wiggled a little as the brunette responded by gyrating again and crying out. Her legs needed attention as they moved; she stroked them quickly with her right hand before then putting mild pressure on her lower abdomen. Spreading her lips while clenching hers as tightly as possible in a wide-legged kneel, she licked the brunette's hole just as she'd done the guy's, but unlike him, she got several squirts in the face. She didn't seem to be quite as strong. Snapping those panties back into place and putting pressure between those desperate lips with her index finger, she flicked the brunette right in the sensitive spot.
All three took another glass of water.
The game went on like this for another hour. Eventually, one by one, they tired out. The brunette went first, soaking her panties into a dark pink as the master slapped and flicked it, attempting to stop her to no avail. The guy's squirts became isolated streams, his head over-sensitive and semi-hard yet losing the ability to withstand that internal pressure. The master herself finally gave in, her occasional dribbles and squirts longer and longer until she couldn't stop no matter how much she squirmed, rocked, and shook. All three were in desperate need of relief - not bathroom relief, but sexual relief. Due to the nature of the night, the delayed orgasms meant all three had multiple after their game rather than just one. It was something worthwhile.
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Something like this pretty much hits what I'd want to do right on the head. Though I massively prefer female desperation, male desperation does something minor for me, and it would probably do more in real life. Again, a scenario like this is highly unlikely. At least I can write. |
I've had this story knocking around in my head for about four years, but never got to write it down until now. Enjoy.
I feel like everybody has an embarrassing story about wetting themselves. Maybe you had to pee during a class and the teacher wouldn’t let you go. Maybe it was a drunken night out with a long train journey where you just couldn’t hold it any more. For some people (and I’m not judging) it’s a fetish thing and they do it on purpose. I never had any of that. My embarrassing story was the time I wet myself, by accident, aged 24. It was all thanks to one man, who I will simply be referring to as ‘him’ for the duration of this story.
I was working at the time as a receptionist at a lovely little hotel on the coast. It was hands down the nicest job I ever had. My colleagues where amazing, the views were astonishingly good and the guests were rarely anything other than friendly and easy to deal with. I had a full time job I absolutely loved, I had very little in my life to complain about. But every time I clocked off, my heart sank knowing I had to go home to my then boyfriend; him.
There had been two of us working the front desk on this particular day, this was quite common, checking in and checking out times were the only busy periods and even then we rarely had much of a queue because we were a small hotel and we had the process down to a fine art.
During the rest of the day you pretty much had one person at the desk while the other person took care of other duties. This meant sitting for long periods of time drinking coffee which would work its magic on the bladder.
This usually wasn’t a problem, I had got used to holding on for longer and got better at it. Most of the time, I didn’t even know how desperate I was until I got home.
This was one of those days, I had started at eight in the morning and was finishing at five in the evening. The end of my shift was approaching and the last time I had gone to pee had been around lunchtime. I averaged about four of five cups of coffee during a working day, so my bladder was pretty full at this point. But it was fine, I would go when I got in like I always did.
One of my favourite things about the job was the uniform. It was nothing special, but I looked pretty damn fine in it (if I’m allowed to say that). I wore a button-up shirt, a dark green blazer with my name tag on it (“Rachel”), and a loose-fitting skirt with tights and black heels. The blazer looked amazing on me because it complimented my long red hair, and because the skirt was loose-fitting I rarely felt much pressure on my bladder. I was also a little over-weight at the time and very few outfits looked good on me, so it was amazing to wear something I actually felt comfortable in. Even thinking about all the comments from him about my weight couldn’t knock my confidence when I wore that outfit.
So five o’clock came, I collected my things, clocked out and headed for the bus stop. I noticed how uncomfortably full my bladder was when the bus starting knocking me about on the way home. But still, the journey home was not that long.
I got off at the stop near our house and made my way down the driveway, not noticing anything odd at that point. I did notice that I was starting to hold my legs together, which was unusual because I never usually got this desperate. I was starting to rummage around in my bag for the front door key when I heard the voice from behind me…
“Rachel?”
It was him. He was sitting in our car, in the driver’s seat with the window down.
“Hey” I said, slowly walking towards the car. I always approached any unusual behaviour with caution. “Are you just going out?”
“We’re just going out” he said, not giving me any choice in the matter, though that was to be expected. “I want to take you out to dinner.”
There’s was no way this was going to end well.
“Ok, that’s nice” I said “where are we going?”
“You’ll find out, won’t you?” He replied.
“Ok, well let me just go and get changed and…” I had started to say before he cut me off.
“I want you down here in five minutes, I don’t want to be late.”
I didn’t need telling twice. I put my stuff down as quickly as I could, and rushed upstairs to get changed.
I really had to pee, but there was no time to do that and get changed. Even then, I wasn’t worried about that. Wherever he was taking me, there would be a toilet I could use. I really was stupid back then.
With no clue as to where we were going, I had no idea how to dress. I quickly put on a white blouse, my best pair of blue jeans and changed my heels for a nice pair of flats. I was dressed for all occasions, as far as I was concerned. Not dressed ideally for bladder failure, however I was not thinking about that just yet.
I bolted down the stairs and out the door, locked the door behind me and got in the car. I was actually just over five minutes, but I suspect the time limit was more power play than any actual concerns about punctuality. It was then I thought that I probably did have time to pee and was now desperate enough to realise that I should have done so.
We drove for fifteen minutes, still with no indication of where we were going, my desperation getting worse now by the minute.
Suddenly he pulled into a cul-de-sac, and stopped the car. Anxiety kicked in, my fear of what he was about to do was being enhanced by my fear of having an accident.
He gave me the look. The puppy dog eyes. He’s not angry, I thought, he wants me to do something for him.
“I want you to quit your job” he said, bluntly.
“Oh for goodness sake” I said “Is this about my manager?”
“I don’t the sound of him. The way you talk about him, it’s as if he’s eyeing you all up like a kid in a sweet shop.”
This had been last night’s topic of discussion. I wished now I had kept my mouth shut.
“He’s a creep” I said “But he’s the hotel manager, and I honestly don’t see that much of him. Also, I can look after myself.”
“Please” he said, with the look “just do this for me.”
“And what am I supposed to do then, for money?” He hated that I had my own money “You know how much I love that job.”
“Please…” he started, before I lost it.
“No!” I screamed “You know what, no. I’m sick of being a good girl and doing everything you ask me to. It’s my job. It’s one of the only things I still have that’s mine!”
The face changed into the one I feared the most. I had made him angry. He started up the engine, and began to reverse out of the cup-de-sac.
“Where are you taking me?” I asked, in terror.
“I’m taking you back to work” he said, through his teeth “where I will ask to speak to your manager, and tell him exactly what I think of him.”
Sadly, this was not even the worst thing he could have done. My fear of what he might do was very quickly getting usurped by what I was about to do to the car seat if I did not get to a bathroom very soon.
“Fine” I said “But do it on your own, I am not going to be party to it. Take me home.”
“If you want to go home, you can walk home” he said.
“FINE!” I screamed “then let me out of the car!”
He slammed on the breaks, leaned over and opened my door for me, clearly I was not capable of even doing that for myself. I stepped out of the car, and slammed the door shut, glaring at him the whole time. He sped off without a moment’s hesitation.
Only then, once he was out of sight, did I realise what a terrible mistake I had made. I was moments away from wetting myself, and I knew it.
A quick Google search on my phone gave me the location of the nearest public toilet. It was quite a walk, but I thought I could make it.
I left the cup-de-sac, every step causing me agony. The adjacent street was uphill, but had a park with restrooms at the top. As I made the ascent to the top of the hill I noticed an alleyway leading to a side street. I paused there for moment, aware that I was wasting precious time but also aware that there was no one around and this could be my golden (no pun intended) opportunity.
I had never peed outside before, not even once. Even as a teenager getting drunk in the park, I had always made it to the toilet. But this was an emergency.
I hobbled into the alleyway, had one last look both ways and quickly unbuttoned my jeans before pulling my jeans and panties down, exposing myself to the chilly air. I stood, bent over, bare backside, longing for release. But I couldn’t. I had come over all bladder shy. Of all the times to freeze up, this was not one of them.
Come on, I thought to myself. You have to pee so bad, why can’t you just do it? I closed my eyes, and started to relax. Eventually, I managed to start a slow stream. I breathed in, ready to let out a sigh of relief, when all of a sudden, I heard footsteps.
Shit. Someone was coming. The flow stopped on its own, and I quickly pulled my pants back up, and buttoned my jeans again. Seconds later, the pedestrian who’s footsteps had interrupted my progress walked past and gave me a polite smile. I returned the smile, whilst trying not to look like someone who was about to loose control.
I looked down and viewed my work on the pavement, all that for the tiniest little splash on the ground.
I stepped out of the alleyway, utterly devastated and continued the torturous journey up the hill to the park.
It was in sight, but still so far away. Every step was bringing me closer to loosing control, but I kept going. One more step. Then another. Then another. And another. Until I knew, there was no way I was going to make it.
My brain entered irrational mode. All sense of reason had disappeared, all I knew in that moment was that I needed to pee and it didn’t matter where.
I was stood at the end of someone’s driveway, right by their front door was a very inviting looking flowerpot. Probably lovingly cared for and cherished, but I was not thinking about that. For all intents and purposes, it was a toilet. I started down the driveway, made it to the doorstep, let out a devastating moan while desperately holding myself. It was about to come out, I could feel it. I started unbuttoning my jeans again, when the front door opened and a very sweet looking lady was staring at me.
“Can I help you?” she asked. Any other time, I would have adored this woman but right then she was the greatest monster who ever lived.
I went into meltdown, started crying and couldn’t make sense of what was happening. I started to say “can I please pee in your flowerpot?” but even I realised that was the dumbest thing I could have said. I then tried to ask if I could use her toilet, but the words wouldn’t come. They got lost behind my sobs. She knew what was happening the same moment that I knew. The moment my bladder finally gave up, and started emptying into my panties, making a dark patch in the crotch of my jeans that was spreading outwards and down, filling my shoes and soaking my feet, making a monstrous puddle on this stranger’s doorstep. There was nothing I could do but let it happen. It was not going to stop until I had no more in me.
Lord knows what she must have thought of me. A woman in her twenties, hardly able to speak, turns up just to piss in front of her house.
I was too mortified to look her in the eye. I apologised through a sea of tears and walked home, head down, lower body soaked, crying all the way.
I’m not with him anymore. |
ERROR: type should be string, got "https://www.omorashi.org/uploads/monthly_2020_02/bwpee.png.b3c18d332fd28c03ea0516337eea7e68.png Based on this lovely art piece by best Waifu Biku and endorsed by him to post on the org.\n\nSo I suppose I should introduce myself to you guys. Hi, I'm Amelia, 21 at the time of the story and writing. I'm currently in university away from my native Baltimore and living it up with my two roommates/besties; Beth and Maddy. We live, love and laugh together; and they are the reason I'm writing this. Lemme tell you something about myself: I hate using public restrooms. It doesn't matter shit where it is Uni, cafe, museum or even the fucking library; I won't use their facilities. I don't even know why if I'm honest, just never really liked public lavatories. Perhaps obviously, this has led to some close calls and near misses. Bushes have been a panty saver on many occasions. But not on the time I'm gonna tell you about. \n\nQuick description of myself and clothes: 5,3 with B cups, black medium length hair, green eyes and caucasian. I was wearing a black skirt, blue jacket, black knee-high socks ( i adore them to death), some cheap sneakers and most importantly a pair of white panties with black seam.\n\nSo my day goes as it ordinarily does, classes, studying and shooting the shit. However, the day was as hot as hell. Everyone was sweating buckets throughout the entire day. Loads of people were gulping down water, myself kinda included. I reckon I had drunk around 700ml by the time I packed up to head out at 5pm. Important to note I hadn't taken a piss since 2:30pm so, I was feeling a little need to empty the tank. Of course, I would have to walk back to my dorm for this; no problem since its only a quick hop from where I was chilling out listening to some Queen. So I take my stuff and make my way out of the building, hands in my empty jacket pockets and \"Its a kind of magic\"playing in my ears. I sing out loud sometimes, and that is one of my favs to do so too. My dorm building is right across the forum from the building I was in, just FYI.\n\nSo I and my slightly full bladder skip our mellow ass over to the awkwardly heavy front double doors of my dorm building and heave them open. Stairs are so tiring, but I need my exercise so up I go. Within moments I'm at the door to my dorm, thinking do I go and piss right now or have a cheeky lil hold? Turns out it will be neither. The door opens for me, and Maddy latches herself onto me. \"What's up, Amelia? Had a good time studying for your biology exam while I and Beth be making plans?\" She said this all within like 5 seconds, the gal's a bomb of energy. I'm studying to become a doc if you wanted to know. While I was in her grizzly bear strength death hug, she squished my bladder ever so slightly; felt nice if I'm honest, not too much discomfort. I pry myself from her vice-like grip \"It was pretty relaxing if I'm straight with you Mad's, (her nickname) just sitting back with a book, good fucking music and an ice-cool bottle of H2O.\"\n\nBeth comes out of her bedroom, blanket around her arms and flannel on her head. \"Maddy, for the 30th time I ain't coming to the bar tonight; I look like I've been dragged through the dump.\" She sniffled after every word, and her hair was in such a shambles; flu is a bitch. \"I know, I know,\" Maddy keeps her distance from Beth while saying this, she doesn't want the bug Beth has. Especially not on her birthday. What exactly was the big plan I hear you ask dear reader? Get absolutely fucking wasted because it is her 21st. Well, that was the plan. \"Humph, fine then Amelia is coming with me\" she demanded, sounding like a bitchy anime character. And with those words, my evening was decided; you do not argue with Maddy when she has her mind set on something. Now you might be saying \"Amelia you can just go to the bathroom now before you leave your dorm. Its only 5pm and there is no way she can seriously ask you not to pee before you leave.\" Why yes I could have gone. I could have wandered into the bathroom, whipped down my undies and pissed on the usually warm toilet. But unfortunately, I couldn't.\n\nBeth had rendered the toilet a no go until the uni's caretakers came, at 7pm. Maddy wanted to leave at 6pm. What about the dormitory's communal toilets? Nope, they are public toilets. The one pisser in the entire city I felt comfy using was out of order. Well shit, guess I was holding for the long term because I don't want to let down Mad's on her 21st birthday. I was worried a bit, but I thought I could hold firm until we got back; whenever that was. \n\nSo I spent the next hour waiting for Maddy to get finished up, making sure to drink not even a sip; I needed as much mileage out of my bladder as possible. Gotta admit though, Maddy looked like the bomb. Strawberry blonde up in a ponytail with blue jeans and red hoodie. \"You ready to go?\" she asked, a mix of excitement and impatience in her voice. I got off the bed and nodded, I played the moment from ROTJ where Lando says \"Here goes nothing\" in my head for some reason. So we both head out, two girls looking for a good time. Everything is gonna be perfect, Maddy has the bar she wanted to go to and even what drink she was gonna order decided. She took us to the wrong street. Then missed the bar's huge ass sign on the right street, fuck me she can be a bit dim. The third time was the charm, and we were in the bar only about an hour later than expected. And she said it was a quick walk.\n\nSo the time was around 7:45, we found two barstools and made our order. \n\nShe made her choice first, a small beer can; nothing too fancy. I'm not the biggest fan of alcohol, so I bought a Pepsi. Quick bladder report: I'm at the point of \"I probably should try and pee soon.\" My bladder was not hurting or anything, just bit uncomfy. Not how I'd like to be, but no need for alarm. So then the waiter (a guy named Jeff, he's a nice dude) brings out the drinks. Small beer for Maddy, and a fucking litre of coke for me. My jaw was somewhere between my thigh highs and my pussy, I could feel it quiver in terror at the sight of this monster. A few seconds ago I was chill, now I was pretty heckin unchill. Can you picture someone holding a plastic bag, partially full, and then bumping a litre bottle of Pepsi into it? That was how I was picturing that drink and my bladder, just noisily pouring a litre into my bladder. The confidence I had before: smashed. The \"hey, gonna be a nice night\" attitude: washed away in black, bubbly, fizzy beverages. I checked the menu; what did I actually order? \"1 litre Pepsi supreme, meant for couples.\" There was no chance Maddy was sharing this with me, she hates sharing cutlery let alone a drink. I could just leave part of the drink, but then Maddy might think I'm not well or enjoying the evening. I was trapped between a barstool and a soda.\n\nFIZZZZZ. Maddy cracked open her cold one and looked at me with a face that would make a Soviet commissar go \"awwww.\" \"Bottoms up, Amelia!!\" She clicked our drinks together, causing a few millilitres of pop to flow out. I watched it splash against the dark tile floor, not understanding that it was almost like an omen of what was to come. \"Yeah,\" I said with a touch of apprehension \"bottoms up.\" Maddy immediately knocked back her can, loudly gulping down for about 3 seconds. Her fucking facial reaction killed me. \"UUUUUUWUWWUWWWUWWUEGGGGGGGGGGG\" she screeched, killing me even more \"that tastes like bulls piss.\" She slapped herself on the chest and quickly asked the waiter for an apple juice. \"Hahahaa, how would you know what bulls piss tastes like?\" My amusement at her situation was obvious. \"Fuck you, Amelia, go suck off James from next door\" she jokingly retorted, giggling and coughing. \"Bitch you know imma lesbian, so it would be Jessica from down the hall.\" \"I'll tell her that\" she half-joking half-seriously threatened. \"You won't, Maddy, no balls.\" \"Literally you idiot, I got a puss puss like you; but i seriously will unless you do something.\" \"Oh yeah, what?\" I put my mouth to my humongous mug and took a sip. She smiled \"Chug it.\" \n\nI know I know, it was a dumb idea to do so. But I was hyped up on banter energy, dare daringness and slight worry she would tell Jessica (who is actually not attracted to). Within a minute, I had taken it all in. The 1 litre that, I would have spaced over an hour or more, had made its way to my bladder in one swoop. It suddenly dawned on me how bad I had fucked up. I was not a 100% certain at that time, but part of me knew this wasn't gonna end well.\n\nNow here is where I would put what I and Maddy were doing for the next 3 hours. That's right, 3 hours. I left the bar at 10:45pm exactly. I would put what I and Maddy were doing, but most of it is personal stuff and boring so I won't. What I will tell you is that I love this woman for what she did at 9:36. She moved us to a secluded table, where neither she nor anyone else could see me under it. My hand was glued my crotch squeezing myself with a grip that could bend steel. My thigh high's were rubbed together so quickly as I bounded my crossed legs I almost wore a hole in them. My legs ached from how much I shook. By the 10:45 I couldn't take it anymore. I made an excuse to Maddy, saying I felt unwell and needed to return to the dorm. She understood, probably thinking I caught what Beth had, and bade me farewell.\n\nThe warm sunlight had been banished by the dark night, the chill not helping my situation. The streets had life, but not enough to make it feel crowded. I was visibly sweating and in discomfort. My legs were constantly rubbing together, and I had to fight to keep myself from shoving my hands hard into my crotch. It was desperation like I had never felt before. My bladder didn't know if it wanted to expand or let everything out in a tidal wave of piss. Honestly, all I wanted was to sleep; I was exhausted. My tiptoe steps were delicate and precise. One wrong move and I would be adding another river to this city. My bladder was like a weight under me, dragging me down and impeding my movement. I was so full and desperate I thought something was wrong with me, I considered calling 911; but quickly came to my senses. My breathing was almost gasp-like, I sucked in air like it was going out of style. The streets and building seemed to go on forever, my dorm and relief so far but so close. I was cursing and moaning as I went along, I feel so sorry for the old lady who heard me.\n\nEventually, I came upon the place that brings me here; a destination that fate willed me to go to. An alleyway with no entrances to businesses and a dumpster to hide behind. When I laid eyes on that big blue son of a bitch, a roll of thunder came. It was like a sign from the heavens. Although it was actually the F-16s from the nearby Air Force Base. I locked eyes with it, clint Eastwood style, ready for its move. Yeah, this batshit moment lasted a few seconds before my bladder was like \"hey, I'm about to dump Niagra falls, Lake Victoria and every other large body of water into your panties.\" So, with what felt like a ton of urine in my belly, I \"hurried\" behind this dumpster. A dead-end; perfect. I can let it go in a dark alley, with no witnesses. But not in the perfectly good toilet in the bar. Well, no use overthinking things now.\n\nSo I hook my thumbs around the black seam of my panties and tug them down to where my knee socks end. Totally dry by some miracle. I adopt a doubled over stance, hands clasped, elbows rested on my knees. I spread my legs and prepare myself. All the while, my bladder muscles are screaming at me to let go. My bladder is pushing with all its might to get my brain to let go. As soon as I think my shoes are out of the blast zone, I give in.\n\nLemme tell you something. Holy shit. Fucking god. Jesus on a bike, bitches on a trike, you have no idea the sheer bliss I felt. My bladder didn't pee, or piss, or firehose, or spray, or spurt. Go onto youtube and look up \"emergency dam discharges.\" Now take the most powerful one you can find and double it. The pee screamed out of me like a gusher, an absolute rush of warm liquid. The splattering against the dry ground was orgasmic on its own. I could feel the ripples through my bladder as it pumped out piss, it was like someone squeezing a bottle. It pushed my urethra wide open and soaked my entire crotch, not just my vagina, the whole crotch. My thighs, despite being spread wide, were getting a thin coating of my hot pee. My thigh highs got their inner sides saturated, my shoes became like swimming pool's edges. The steam began to rise like someone had set off a special effect, I was sure that something was on fire due to the heat and force of the stream. And my bladder was still full as hell. I had peeked down a few times at it while walking, and it bulged at least a few inches. I touched it once, with my pinky finger as gently as possible. My bladder was literally steel. I have no other way of explaining its weight or its hardness. I moaned so god damn loud I was like a hentai character getting dicked good 'n' hard. But Nah, I'm a lesbian anyway, it was just an Atlantic ocean leaving my bladder.\n\n1 and a half minutes of this display of this forceful bladder contents removal went by before the stream slowed. After another minute and my long hold's dramatic ending was over. I was a panting mess. My heart was racing, loins dying for attention and a puddle the size of Washington DC under my soaked feet. But hey, at least my panties were dry. Or were they? I checked with my fingers and found they were a little damp, but not much. I took a moment to gather myself, then pulled up my panties. The squelch and splash underfoot as I left my artificial ocean behind almost made me orgasm. Out in the street, no one was aware of what I did; and I intended to keep it that way.\n\n Quickly, though careful not to rub my lower region too much with my thighs, I left the area and made my way back to my dorm. beth was asleep, the poor girl needed her rest, so I stayed as quiet as I could. A note on the bathroom door informed me that the caretakers had been around and fixed the toilet. Better late than never, I suppose. I took a quick shower, threw my clothes into the wash and scribbled some notes about the day in my diary. That's all I remember before tiredness overtook me and I fell into a deep and well-deserved sleep." |
Hannah is wearing a school shirt with a skirt and tights
Ruth is wearing a school shirt and light blue panties with a skirt. No tights.
Katie is wearing a skirt and a school shirt.
Danni is wearing trousers and a school shirt.
Hannah looked up from her book. She couldn't believe the girls bathroom where closed for repairs for the whole day. As she looked around she saw that she wasn't the only one thinking the same thing. She saw her best friend Ruth shift in her seat, her short skirt revealing a flash of light blue underwear. She saw Katie glance at the clock nervously, undoubtedly thinking about the remaining 2 hours of the day. She even saw the Danni the cool girl undo her trouser button subtly to ease the pressure. Hannah had been needing to go for hours now, and with a double period of maths she knew that she would have to work hard to make it home without any accidents. She readjusted herself and straightened her skirt, she put her head down and got on with the work.
An hour later Hannah noticed that the situation was getting dire. Katie was now non-stop fidgeting with her pen and moving about frequently. and Danni and Ruth where following suit. Hannah shifted again and tried to get on with her work.
After another 40 minutes however she could no longer concentrate. Her need was bad. Her bladder ached, her tight belly was swollen at the bottom and she felt like it she was about to burst. An urge came along and she bent over subtly. She contracted all the muscles of her crotch and held in her pee. She continued to shift in her chair for the next 10 minutes when all of a sudden she noticed Katie thrust her hands into her crotch. Her legs where shaking and her eyes where watering. Hannah knew what this meant, Katie was on the verge of wetting herself too. She watched as katie fidgeted and grabbed at her skirt for the next 5 minutes until all of a sudden she tensed up and started crying. The sound of water interrupted the quietness of the room. Katie rushed out of the room crying. Hannah thought it almost looked as if she was still peeing as she ran.
Hannah couldn't help feeling bad for her. But her sentiment was cut short by her own desperation to pee. She now had her hand permanently in her crotch grabbing through her grey panties and skirt. She could feel the pee on the edge and was also shaking. Danni suddenly got up and started to walk out of the classroom. Hannah saw she was on the verge of tears and was bent over with her hands on her crotch. She left the classroom despite the teacher asking her to sit back down.
Hannah glanced over at Ruth and then the clock. Only 5 more minutes left. They could do this. Hannah bit her lip as another urge came over her. She held it back yet again and remained dry. She was now moving alot and was slightly rubbing herself to hold it in.
2 minutes left and another urge came over her. She fought back and tensed all her muscles. She couldn't stop a small droplet of urine escape her pee hole. She felt the drop trickle down her vagina and reach her panties. Crap. She couldn't believe it. She was failing to hold in her pee!
The bell rang and she got up and raced out the door. Ruth came up behind her whilst doing a pee dance and asked "Could i please go to your house i really need a pee and it's closer"
"Only if i get to use it first, we are in the same boat" Hannah laughed awkwardly. They passed a group of girls speaking and laughing about how Danni wet herself when she bumped into them. Hannah and Ruth both hurried off for the 5 minute walk back to hers.
2 minutes into the walk and Hannah was so close to wetting herself she was ready to thrust her underwear down and squat if it started to come out. She looked over to Ruth and noticed she was a couple steps behind. Ruth was bent over and was holding her crotch. "Hannah it started to come out so I had to stop. I... I don't think i can hold it... Fuck I... I... can't its..." Hannah watched as urine trickled down Ruths bare legs and onto the sun bathed path. Ruth started to cry as she tried to stop the flow. Hannah suddenly felt the her bladder spasm and felt a small trickle leak into her panties. She stood there not knowing what to do. She couldnt abandon her best friend as she wet herself. She decided to wait until Ruth was finished.
"I can't believe i just wet myself. Please don't tell anyone" Ruth said after she had finally drained her bladder.
"I won't don't worry but can we please get going or im going to pee too" Hannah said.
They set off again. Hannah hadn't ever been this desperate. She longed for the toilet that was only about 3 minutes away. She found herself wondering what it would be like to empty her bladder into a toilet. This thought track however caused her to feel even more desperate and she focused on the walk instead.
They reached her front door and hannah took her bag off to look for her keys. She opened the bag and searched for the keys. An urge came over her and her bladder spasmd causing her to leak into her panties. She felt a trickle of pee run down her leg. She paused for a second and regained control. She dived into the bag yet again and found the keys. Shaking and in panic, Hannah knew she was in her last seconds of control. She got the right key and shoved it into the key hole and turned it. She raced in and threw her bag on the floor. She reached the toilet door and thrust it open. Her bladder spasmed and a spurt shot out of her burning pee hole. She doubled over and grabbed at her now wet panties through her skirt. She felt the pee connect with her tights and she felt to the floor. Another spurt came shooting out and into her clothing. She got up as her bladder spasmed uncontrollably letting leak after leak after leak into her clothes. She grabbed at her tights and yanked them down. She started to cry as they got stuck just under her panties. She couldnt stop the constant spurts. She yanked and pulled at her tights but in her panic she failed to get them down. She felt pee running down her legs as her fatigued bladder sent spurt after spurt into her soaked panties. Then all of a sudden her bladder gave way. She fell to the floor defeated and broken as she finally allowed her muscles to relax. She felt the pee errupt from her into her clothes and onto the floor with a steady hiss. The flow was constant and powerful. She felt the warm pee spread throughout her butt cheeks and vagina and legs. She was shocked to think it felt good. She had failed yet the feeling of the pee coming out and into her clothing made her feel excited...
hope yalllll enjoyed :)) |
Here is my newest story, from something I haven't seen any content for, the new She-Ra show. Also it does contain messing, so warning for that.
Deep in the Whispering Woods the sound of crunching leaves could be heard echoing through the forest, getting lost in the mess of sounds that filled the area, but that didn’t mean it went unnoticed. All the predators and beast of the forest near the noise were immediately attracted to it. No one dared to enter their forest very often, and they didn’t leave alive very often either.
The steps belonged to two young women, Adora and Glimmer. They were not any ordinary travelers either, they both were part of the Rebellion that fought against the corrupt evil of the planet, known as the Horde. However, unknown to the two travelers, they wouldn’t be facing their known advisories on this day.
“Are you sure this is the right way, Adora? It doesn’t seem like we’re going anywhere.” said Glimmer, with a tinge of annoyance in her voice. The woman nervously played with her short pink hair, looking around at the shadowy forest surrounding her.
“Please, Glimmer. I know exactly where we’re going.” The blonde grinned back at Glimmer with confidence. “We’ll be at the Horde base in no time at all.”
Glimmer sighed at her comrades' answer. They had been wandering around the forest for what seemed like hours to no avail. While Adora did know more about Horde locations than anyone one else in the Rebellion, Glimmer was seriously starting to wonder if she was just too prideful to admit she had gotten both of them lost and was just blowing smoke at this point, hoping to accidentally find the right path.
It also didn’t help that Glimmer was fighting a personal issue as well. Unlike her knuckleheaded ally, Glimmer always made sure she was well hydrated and nourished before she went out on combat missions, something she was beginning to regret more and more as she felt her bowels and bladder ask her for relief once more. Usually Glimmer did just fine controlling her waste systems needs and holding them off until she completed her task, but she doesn't usually spend hours before that mission wandering a forest with no direction.
“Adora, if you don’t know where that base is, we need to head back, I really need to shi…”
But before Glimmer could finish her plea, a loud screech filled the women's ears. The pink hair girl jumped in surprise, causing her bladder to spasm, dampening the princesses panties. Glimmer however was too scared to notice her body's failure, her eyes darted around trying to find the source, then she saw it. From behind the trunks of trees she could see eight large glowing eyes looking at her.
“W-what is that!?” Glimmer shrieked, stumbling back away from the beast, as it began to emerge from the trees. Out from the forest came a large beetle like creature, six times taller than the average human. From it’s sharp pincher covered mouth came another loud screech, along with gross green saliva dripping from it’s teeth.
“Don’t worry, I got this.” Shouted Adora, with a air of cockiness, as she drew her sword and her body began to glow. Glimmer watched as her once regular sized ally transformed into an eight foot tall amazonian woman, complete with a very powerful body and flowing long hair. Adroa wasn’t like Glimmer and the other princesses on this planet. She had the power to become the legendary warrior known as She-Ra.
Once completely transformed, She-Ra lunged at the beast with her sword. Glimmer composed herself, relieved her friend acted so quickly, only to be caught off guard as she felt a droplet of hot urine roll down her leg. Glimmer quickly checked the front of her purple spandex unitard for damage but was relieved to find no visible damp spots, meaning her accident was currently contained in her panties.
Still, Glimmer couldn’t help but rub her thighs together and try and calm her bladder, only for her rear to let out a rather loud and embarrassing gassy noise, remaining her her needs were greater than she could really handle. They needed to bail on this mission before it was too late for her, and her pride. She looked over She-Ra and let out a gasp. She was locked in combat with the monster, blocking it’s pinchers from her flesh with her sword, but Glimmer saw another large beetle emerging from the darkness of the forest, heading towards her friend.
“She-Ra, watch out!” Glimmer shouted desperately.
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She-Ra lunged at the beetle, her sword aimed for its eye, a smirk crept across her face. It kinda was funny to her, that this mere creature thought it could take her on. The beetle however had different plans, and those involved lunch. It swung one its powerful front legs and slapped She-Ra away like a fly, throwing her against the trunk of a tree.
As she collided with the trunk, she let out a high pitched cry before she fell back to the ground, her body feeling a bit sore.
“Hey Glimmer, a little help would be nice!’ Shouted the blonde, but her plea fell on deaf ears as she saw her fellow princess preoccupied with the front of her clothing, much to She-Ra’s dismay.
The monster ran towards her, it’s mouth open, ready to feast. She-Ra quickly rose to her feet and blocked the beetle’s attempt to bite into her, her sword becoming locked between the beasts two razor sharp pitchers, and it tried to crush it’s way through to it’s meal. Luckily for She-Ra, her sword was borderline indestructible. The monster however, wasn't about to give up, as it began to push down on the warrior, trying to force her into its mouth. She-Ra struggled to keep the monster from biting her, she was using all of her strength to keep it at bay, but it wasn’t easy.
The monster pushed the blonde down to one knee as it stared intensely at her with its eight glowing eyes. It’s mouth got closer and closer to her, and She-Ra could help but stare down the terrifying void of it’s throat. She tried to shake the feeling of fear that was beginning to over take her, but as the monster pushed down on her once more, the feeling began to over take her.
The warrior felt hot urine spurting out of her, damping her tight white shorts, leaving them yellow and damp. She-Ra tried to fight it, but her body wouldn’t let her as tears began to well up in her eyes and roll down her cheeks. She couldn’t tell if she was crying due to her imminent defeat or because she was wetting herself like a child startled by a bad dream, or both.
The flow of urine gushed down her legs and around her rear, turning her shorts almost entirely a pale yellow from front to back. The waste puddled around her knee and feet, splashing as it fell and pooled beneath her.
Just as she was about to give up all hope She-Ra heard Glimmer shout at her. Unable to make out what she said she quickly turned her head to see her friend running towards her, charging up a magic blast in her hands. The princess released the blast, shooting it directly into the beetle trying to devour She-Ra.
As the magic blast hit, it tossed the beast off the ground and into the woods. However it's ironclad grip on She-Ra's sword was too strong and it ripped it out of her hands and took it with it. She-Ra let out a sigh of relief as the monster was blasted away from her, her life no longer flashing before her eyes.
Before She-Ra could even thank her friend, she could hear another monster coming from behind her, and quickly turned to face it. She readied her sword to block the creatures pinchers, only to realize her sword was no longer in her hands. Her momentary shock and panic at this revolution gave her no time to try and react differently and the monster pinchers slammed into her sides.
She cried out in pain, more tears streamed down her checks and more urine spurted out of her, rolling down her legs. She tried to pry the creatures pinchers off of her, but she simply was strong enough, or focused enough to do it. The monster her danged her off the ground, her legs kicking back and forth begging to be put down.
“G-G-Glimmer! Help me!” Cried the amazonian, desperately trying to maintain control.
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Glimmer ran to her friend only to be met with a sight she thought she would never see. Her eyes were immediately transfixed on her friends piss soaked shorts. As She-Ra struggled, terrified in the clutches of the beetle, Glimmer saw more urine expelled from her. Something about watching the most revered and legendary warrior in all of history cry and wet herself filled Glimmer with an indescribable fear.
She wanted to move and help her friend but she couldn’t, she could just feel her body shaking with horror. Her body and mind couldn’t handle it anymore and gave in to her natural needs. Pee blasted out of Glimmer, soaking her panties within seconds, and with only seconds more her unitard. Her front and rear slowly began turning a dark glistening
At first her butt let out a quiet toot, and then it let out another, and then her bowels let go. Out from her pushed a large log of waste, but the tightness of her unitard gave it very little space to go. The log pushed itself between the upper half of her buttocks, as another log started to make its way out. Glimmer tried to control herself but all she could muster was a pathetic sob.
Soon it felt as if Glimmers’ entire rear was covered in her own waste. The rear of her suit was no longer a dark purple, but a muddy one, with a hefty mound in the center, although mostly the mess resided comfortably squished between her large cheeks. The smell wasn't very good either, as it soon made its way into Glimmer's nose, causing her to snap out of her fearful state.
She found her lower half covered in her own waste, feeling her crap slowly being pulled down her but due to the sheer amount she expelled out of her body. The feeling made Glimmer feel sick, disgusting and ashamed. How could she, a princess, possibly lack this much control over herself, but she didn’t have time to process this, as she heard a similar sound that she herself was making moments ago, come from above.
Glimmer watched as She-Ra’s pale yellow shorts quickly turned into a dark brown color as a messy waste forced its way out of the large woman's body and into her tight shorts. While Glimmer watched this, She-Ra seemed none the wiser, completely lost in her terror, as she tried to break free from the beetle, who was just about to crack the amazon with its pinchers.
Her hands starting to glow, Glimmer began to prep her magic. Once again from her hands a magic blast shoots out, this time aiming for the head of the creature, as she knew she didn’t have enough power left to send this one flying. Her shot connected,causing the creature to flail around and open its pinchers, releasing its lunch, dropping the women to the ground. Unfortunately for poor She-Ra she landed on her rear, making an unsavory squishing noise as she did.
Before the creature could recover from her attack, Glimmer ran to her friend, a move she almost immediately regretted as she felt her own crap squish between her thighs and butt. She was able to grab her friend's arm and prepared to use the last of her energy to teleport them out of this forsaken forest, envisioning her home, Night Moon, as her destination. Glimmer closed her eyes, and hopped for the best. The two began to shine a bright pink and disappeared, leaving nothing but their puddles behind.
After a few seconds, Glimmer opened her eyes, and felt a sigh of relief sweep over her. She saw the familiar location of the courtyard of Bright Moon. She tried to stand but she fell to her knees, her last magic act taking up the last of her energy. Unable to stay conscious, Glimmer fell to the ground, blacking out beside her friend.
For a few minutes, the two laid unbothered in the courtyard, but it wasn’t long before two guards making their rounds through the castle were caught off guard by sight, and smell, of the Queen's daughter and her ally. The guards stared awkwardly at the pair, almost too shocked to do anything. The two looked pathetic, their tight clothing filled to the brim with crap, their eyes wet from crying, and the unbearable smell of urine which battled with the smell of crap for which one dominated the air.
One of the guards snickered at the sight as she saw a pool of urine growing underneath the large women's crotch, her bladder still somehow not fully emptied. It seemed to the guard that what the mighty She-Ra didn’t really have endless courage and strength, but an endless and weak bladder. Unwilling to pick either of the two women up, not wanting to create any more work for the laundry lady, the guards simply left the pair to inform the Queen. Unfortunately for the two princesses, these were not the only guards that saw them in that courtyard that day, and most definitely not the last one to know of their failed mission in the Whispering Woods. |
Well this has probably been the worst day of all time, here I am paralyzed like a deer in headlights I felt my bladder pushing against the waistband of my pants suddenly a light flashed on me and I fell over A hissing sound rang out in the quiet night as I pleasant warmth grew between my legs and the fact I had just wet myself was the cause of both. Ahhh lets start at the beginning
I just got over a tough breakup why not important
I woke up the next morning splayed out under the covers my alarm clock blaring seemingly out of spite its summer the alarm clock is off why is it still screeching it was not a modern alarm clock but still, I reached down and ripped the power cord out but still the damn thing just kept making some noise that could give rise to the dead ehh I was awake and I kinda needed to pee so I wandered to the bathroom looking out the window to see a near pitch blackness a quick look at a different clock made me question if my alarm clock can be considered technology. That clock will be purged
I opened the bathroom door, that for some ungodly reason was on the opposite side of the house I was renting At least I only had two more years of college then out of this place who even built this place the floor was slick, the doors jammed, and the closet and the bathroom looked the exact same I jerked open the bathroom door and walked in sat down on the toilet.
I woke up my alarm clock lying broken on the floor I hope that my sleepwalking hadn’t started acting up again as I sat up a cold clammy feeling setting in on my legs I threw the covers off to see a dark spot between my legs the underwear I was wearing soaked. I climbed out of the shower looking at my now yellow panties laying on the bathroom floor.
This wasn’t very bad so far just a little accident, but it was only going to get worse
Wandering through town isn’t the worst thing to do but summer draws on much longer then expected and the feeling of boredom sets, in yet here I was stalking through the town hoping for some fun until “oh look who it is”a voice spoke out it was a rival of mine aka we were friends but we hated each other.she strolled forward like a hunter closing on her prey every footstep echoing off the concrete she finally pushed me to the ground my skirt flying up showing my underwear then she looked at me and said “hm those look very nice on you and all but the seem a little...dry let’s change that!” She stated and started pushing on my stomach putting pressure on my bladder and well... its a little embarrassing but my urine shot out and spilled on the pavement she stood up and laughed.by the time I got myself on my feet she was getting farther away, but then something felt off my hand and a strange tension to it I slowly clenched my fist to feel my bladder immediately tense up I would have wet myself immediately if not for the fact I already did, my dripping wet panties ever reminding me of my accident but as I tried it again I saw her hands immediately drop to her crotch on time with my hand, A sly grin spread across my face as I started following behind her, my hand in a slack fist and her staggering towards the nearest toilet, a toilet that happened to be nearly a mile away. After ten minutes her stride was broken and her hands were jammed hard to her crotch but she didn’t have it that bad... yet
It had been thirty minutes since we left the square my panties drying in the midsummer heat but my rival was breathing heavily she tried to undo the belt on her skirt but that had nothing to do with It and I felt the weak pressure building in my bladder but she had it much worse
We were nearly there and I could feel my and her desperation building. And I had an evil plot her home was only a few feet away I let my hand go slack and she took a deep breath and then stood up straight and walked in her home I peeked through the window as she walked into her house I heard her mom greet her right as I slammed my fist shut the small amount in my bladder slipping out rewetting my panties and running down my legs but that was nothing as I looked in the window to she her crumple to the ground and her urine explode out even through the denim of her white jeans pouring across the tiles of her floor and setting into a deep puddle around her as it soaked into the legs of her jeans but she didn’t react how someone would expect she looked...aroused as her mom yelled “THATS IT I’m tired of washing you pissy panties for almost every day of the school year you would piss yourself walking home and I let you off but now this it the third time this summer and I’m fed up with it” she ranted “and of course you wet the bed until you were fourteen and had to wear goodnites not only that you apparently had to pleasure yourself in a wet diaper as well so if you enjoy this so much fine by me but while you live in my house you’ll-“ by that time I left the summer breeze blowing nicely over my wet panties and maybe she was on the something with this whole wetting thing
The next day I saw her talking to one of her friends so as anyone would...snuck up behind her and yanked her skirt that was only being held on by the elastic waistband down to her ankles I looked up to see
One she wasn’t wear panties she was wearing a diaper
Two it was soaked through
Three she started falling backwards straight towards my face |
Hey all! This is my first shot at writing a story so bare with me if it isn't very good. This will focus more on pooping than anything but there will be pee moments as well. Not sure how many parts this will be yet but more to come for sure! I would love to hear feedback! Sorry this section is a bit light, it'll get more exciting as we go on.
WARNING: This section is pretty tame, it contains peeing and one fart but there are mentions of farting and pooping throughout.
College move-in day is always a bit nerve wracking, but for Riley it was exciting. Riley was a bit on the taller side for a girl, 5”9. She was also skinny. Like skinny skinny, it’s not that she didn’t eat, she ate a normal amount, she just had a decently fast metabolism. She had a bit of a tiny butt but it was still firm. She had light brown hair that she wore straight and went about halfway down her back. She also had brown eyes to match her hair and freckles all around her eyes. She woke up Sunday morning pumped as hell. “Dang, college” she thought. She couldn’t believe the day had finally arrived. She was so excited for the college experience, having a roommate, studying late in the library, the cute guys, all of it. Riley was an only child and while she enjoyed the attention it got lonely sometimes. She would be rooming with her friend Sammy, now Sammy wasn’t like her best friend but she was one of her best. She had known her since middle school and they had grown close, she just didn’t see her often on account of Sammy’s mom being so strict. But she would see Sammy 7 days a week now! She was excited to get to know her even better! Riley laid in bed scrolling Instagram and Twitter when she felt a twinge in her bladder. In all the excitement she had forgotten about her morning pee need. I mean everyone has it, some more urgently than others. You have that person that wakes up bursting and has to immediately get out of bed and get to a toilet. For some they have to go but can put it off for awhile, just a small need. Riley was smack in the middle, she definitely had to go but it wasn’t an unbearable level. See the benefit to being an only child was that she had her own bathroom in her own room, well maybe that wasn’t an only child thing more a upper middle class person thing. So Riley never had to wait for a sibling to finish up and be forced to hold.
Riley walked into her bathroom and shut the door behind her, even though she had her bedroom door shut she liked to shut her bathroom door anyways. She didn’t want her parents to walk in on her and see her on the toilet. Riley was pretty shy about that stuff, even with family members. She really didn’t like using the bathroom away from home, she didn’t know why but she just didn’t like others knowing she had to go. She knew everyone went and all that stuff but she still didn’t like it. She would pee if she was bursting, but pooping was saved for absolute emergencies. She would pee at friends houses but would try her best to avoid pooping at them. So Riley pulled down her polar bear pajama shorts and her pink panties and sat down on the toilet. She immediately began gushing out pee that hit the water and echoed through the room. She gave a small sigh, she hadn’t been bursting but it felt good to get the night’s pee out. She peed for about 25 seconds then her streamed died down and she wiped and flushed, pulling up her pj shorts. All Riley could feel inside her was excitement, she was excited for the college experience and couldn’t wait to move in. She went downstairs to find a breakfast of champions. Her mom had made pancakes, eggs, toast, bacon, sausage and cinnamon rolls. “Oh, good morning sweetheart!” she exclaimed. “Mom, you really didn’t have to go all out.” Riley said already grabbing a plate and grabbing some pancakes. “I just wanted you to have one last homemade meal before you head off” she replied back smiling. Riley stuffed herself with a little bit of everything, especially the pancakes which were one of her favorite foods. “Mom, that was delicious, thank you so much!”
Riley spent the rest of her morning gathering up her things and making sure she had everything she needed. The college she was going to was only an hour away so it wasn’t as stressful, but she did not want to forget a single thing. It was around 1 p.m. which meant it was time to get going. Riley helped load everything into her parent’s car and went back upstairs to double check her room to ensure that she hadn’t forgotten anything. While up there she decided to pee in her room one last time, as she walked in and closed the door she thought about how this would be the last time for a few weeks she’d be using her own private bathroom. In college she would be sharing a bathroom with her roommate, and she couldn’t lie. She was a bit nervous, especially when it came time for bigger needs. But she figured she’d cross that bridge when she got there. She pulled down her jean shorts and sat down, peeing a lighter stream than this morning but still a decent stream as she had drank a decent amount of OJ this morning. In the middle of her stream a fart slipped out, it was one of those farts that echoed in the bowl, it started low pitched and ended squeaky-like. Breakfast foods always made Riley gassy, and usually got her bowels going. It’s why she used to skip breakfast in high school, she would have to take a dump at school and be forced to hold it the whole day. She didn’t have to go now though, and with her bladder empty she headed down to the car to begin her trip to to begin college.
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Hey all! I'm back with the next chapter. This part is way better and has way more action than the last one.
This chapter contains mostly pooping and farting desperation, but it has one small mention of pee.
Riley had now begun to regret eating such a big breakfast. She didn’t have to poop or anything, but man did she need to fart. Breakfast foods always did this to her, so she would only eat them on weekends. Then she’d be free to go to her room and blast away. But she was in a car with her parents, she couldn’t fart. Her parents would make jokes and roll down the window, acting like it was super smelly and it would be way too embarrassing. So she just held it, her stomach gurgling away as she held them in. She tried to distract herself by listening to music or talking with her parents, but she wished she could just release them. She didn’t know what it was about breakfast foods that did this to her, probably the grease she thought. “Hey, how far are we?” Riley asked, trying to sound more excited than nervous. “Oh about 20 minutes or so” her dad replied. Riley’s stomach growled again as she held back another fart. The funny thing was she didn’t need to poop yet, like at all. She was just gassy. Her roommate wasn’t supposed to arrive until around 5PM because of her move-in time so Riley would have the room to herself later. She couldn’t help but hope that she would have to poop during the time no one was there, she didn’t know what the bathroom was like yet there and it made her nervous thinking about blowing it up in front of Sammy.
She thought about the last time she had eaten breakfast and gotten in a situation like this. It was this past May, her senior year of high school. They had a thing called senior breakfast where the school would provide free breakfast before they would head to graduation rehearsal. Riley wasn’t going to go, who would want to wake up early when you could be sleeping in, plus she knew it would make her have to go and she didn’t want to have to deal with it. But all her friends were going and she didn’t wanna miss out, especially on one of her last events as a high schooler, so she went. They had bacon, sausage, pancakes, it was all pretty meh food if she was being honest. They sat around laughing and talking as they waited for it to be time to head to their local music hall for graduation rehearsal. They sat around for an hour and just as they were getting ready she felt the urge hit her, she had to take a dump. “I can hold it” she thought. She considered stopping at home but decided against it since she would definitely be late to rehearsal. She walked to her car where the urge got worse and worse, her friends laughed and joked around as they walked to the car, but Riley was quiet as she focused on not messing herself. The crappy school must have picked some bad food because Riley had to go urgently. She felt the urge to rip ass bad, but couldn’t do that in front of all her friends. She got to her car when her friend Hannah walked up. “I’ll go with ya, Jenny drove me here but I figured you could use some company!” she said with a huge smile. “G-great!” Riley responded trying to sound enthused, she was hoping to be able to release some pressure on the way there but she didn’t wanna stink up the car with Hannah in there. They got in and took off towards the music hall. It was around a 20 minute drive but for Riley it felt like an hour. She had to fart so so badly, her stomach was making all kinds of noises. On top of this her shit was making its way down and she had to use some effort to prevent that from happening. Hannah was just going on about graduation and how she was scared if she messed up, but Riley really wasn’t paying attention. Then in the middle of talking, a fart slipped out. Riley had literally just shifted in her seat, but that movement snuck a fart out. It was a loud one too, airy sounding. Hannah stopped talking and looked over. “Riley, did you just rip one?” she asked, smiling. Riley just blushed and said “Yeah, sorry it just slipped out.” Hannah fanned the air with her hand and started rolling down the window “Damn girl, that’s a ripe one.” Hannah was right, it was a really bad smelling fart, it almost felt heavy as it sat in the air. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you rip one” Hannah said laughing “And I’ve known you for like six years.” Hannah was kind of in the middle when it came to her shyness about bodily functions, she wasn’t extra shy like Riley was but she wasn’t one of those girls who loved ripping ass and announcing their dumps, so Riley had heard Hannah fart a few times over the years. “Yeah sorry, I just don’t think that breakfast food is sitting well with me” Riley replied holding her stomach. “Oh, it’s completely fine! I understand!” Hannah replied. She could see that Riley was embarrassed about the whole situation so she decided to move on, though she did keep the window rolled down. When they got there they had about 15 minutes before the rehearsal started so Riley headed towards the bathroom. “I-I’ll be right back” she said to Hannah as she headed towards the bathrooms. Hannah replied back “It’s okay, take your time!” Riley blushed at the fact that Hannah knew what she was doing. Riley followed a sign that said bathrooms to find two girls and in line for a bathroom that said staff bathroom but next to it someone had ripped out some notebook paper and wrote girl’s bathroom. Riley had been speed walking over and stopped when she saw that, trying to act like her butt wasn’t clenched and holding on for dear life. The worst part was the door was wide open, propped open with a sign that said PLEASE KEEP OPEN AT ALL TIMES
. Riley approached a girl she knew named Emily and said “Is this the only bathroom open?” trying to not act like she was about to shit her pants. “Yep, the rest of the hall is closed off until tonight’s ceremony so they are having us use these bathrooms until then.” Emily was a little higher on the social ladder than Riley, but was had thos nerdy qualities and was in marching band, liked playing DnD, superhero movies, all that mainstream nerd stuff. As Emily said this Riley noticed her hand was firmly on her butt, Emily had to shit as well. In front of Emily was Lucy, she was a softball player and pretty high up on the social ladder. She was known for being very down to earth and usually in a chill mood. Lucy was about 5”7, she had very light brown hair that went down to the middle of her back. She had tan skin and had an athletic build because of the sports she played. She had a very smooth face with no blimshes in sight. Emily was short, around 5”4, she was a ginger who was a bit on the chubby side, she wore glasses and her hair was about the same length as Lucy’s. Emily was wearing jean booty shorts and a graphic-tee of a band and Lucy was wearing a blue dress. Riley looked at Lucy and saw that Lucy was not grabbing anywhere but did look very tense. Riley had no choice but to get in line behind Emily. From the bathroom you could hear everything, she heard one girl in their peeing a hard stream while from the other stall you could hear someone blasting fart after fart. None of them were wet, all just pent up dry farts blasting into the toilet. Then silence from both stalls. Riley noticed that Lucy was shifting her weight back and forth. Riley could feel the pressure in her bowels growing, she still had to fart super bad and she was about to destroy a toilet where anyone in the hallway could hear. On the bright side no one had lined up behind her so Riley would hopefully not have to go in front of anyone. The girls in the bathroom were still silent, until finally the one who had been farting released a torrent of wet poop into the toilet. This was followed by loud farts exploding in the bowl, clearly the girl had needed to go but was waiting on the other one to start. As soon as that happened the girl in the other stall exploded as well, finally not being able to hold it in and with the other girl breaking first. The three of them in line squirmed when they heard it all. Riley wasn’t sure if Lucy had to pee or poop at first, but seeing her react to others getting relife told her the answer. Lucy sighed really loud and pressed her butt up against the wall, Emily blushed and grabbed her bum a bit harder and Riley had to grab my butt real quick to make sure nothing escaped. “I think this morning’s crappy breakfast had affected a few of us.” Riley thought. The three of them waited for like 8 minutes while we heard these girls shit their brains out. The whole time the three of them were squirming, not saying a word to each other. Riley was surprised Lucy was using the bathroom here, she was this pretty, popular girl and she was about to blow up a toilet before graduation rehearsal. The girl who had broke first finally started pulling toilet paper. Riley heard Lucy say “Finally” under her breath, the girl flushed and came out. While this was happening Riley had a huge gas bubble come that desperately wanted out. She held it back with all my might.
The girl who came out of the stall was surprisingly a teacher, Miss Anderson. She was short, like 5”3, curly blonde hair, super young this had been her first year as a teacher out of college, she had a small body that fit her small face, button nose, you know that stuff. She had seen her at breakfast this morning so I’m assuming the food got to her as well. She blushed as she washed her hands and quietly walked past us, telling us “Be fast girls, only 7 minuets till it’s time to line up.” She didn’t make eye contact with us and quickly walked away. Lucy looked over at us and said “Hey, listen I’m gonna be a minute, and I don’t wanna take up your time so if you wanna go first I don’t care.” she said blushing and not making eye contact the whole time as well. Emily and She immediately blushed as she had now forced us to out ourselves as well. “Um, I don’t think I’ll take much quicker.” said Emily blushing and grabbing her stomach and looking at Riley. Riley blushed hard as she thought of a way to say it as well without being obvious “No you’re fine, I can wait '' she said. This was a mistake though as Lucy took this as her just being nice. “No, please I-I have some stuff to take care of in there and couldn’t make you wait.” Lucy said bobbing up and down. Riley blushed even harder as she now had to state “No I have the same stuff to take care of” Riley said looking down at her feet. Lucy finally got the message “O-oh! I’m sorry, I just-I’ll be out as quick as I can '' she said walking into the bathroom, the second she entered a loud fart escaped from her butt, like those ones you were holding in the whole time you were on a date. It was insanely loud and wet sounding. Lucy had been holding that in the whole time in line and being so close caused it to slip out. She quickly entered the stall door blushing and smiled at the girls one last time, she slammed the door shut, locked it and threw herself on the seat. Three wet sounding farts immediately shot out of Lucy’s butt. Then a load of wet poop fell into the toilet with a splattering noise. This made Emily and Riley squirm instantly. Emily, had a firm grip on her butt that she now was not letting go. Riley had her cheeks clamped tightly shut and stood firmly there determined to make it. The other stall began taking toilet paper as Lucy had continuous bouts of farty sound diarrhea spurted out of her. They now had 5 minuets and they were both getting worried they wouldn’t be able to use it, especially Riley. Then there was a rancid smell in the air, Riley looked over at Emily who was red as a tomato. Emily had cut a silent but deadly fart while in line. Lucy’s poop was starting to die down and her pee stream started. The stall door opened and lo and behold it was another teacher, Mrs. Sullivan. She was a middle-aged teacher, probably in her mid 30s. She was short, around 5”2, had dark blonde hair, was about average weight and just kinda looked like a teacher if you get what I mean. Emily instantly ran into the bathroom and pushed past her. Mrs. Sullivan just smiled and washed her hands looking very relieved. Emily slammed herself on the toilet and a loud wet fart shot out, it sounded like Emily was right next to Riley when she cut it. Mrs. Sullivan came out and said to Riley “Whew, I think that breakfast food messed with some stomachs.” patting her stomach. “I’m gonna tell them to wait 15 more mins to get rehearsal started. Give everyone a bit more time” she said winking at Riley. Riley just smiled and nodded as she walked away. “Thank God,” Riley thought, “Now I’ll have time to take care of business.” Now that she was alone for a minute Riley immediately cut a juicy sounding fart, followed by two quieter sounding ones. She danced in place as she was forced to listen to these 2 poop. Emily kept having explosive farts in the toilet and Riley figured that she had been holding them in the whole time she was in line. Lucy’s had a few more bouts of diarrhea going into the bowl. Then the inevitable happened, someone else got in line behind her.
Two girls actually Chloe and Mindy, who were pretty bitchy if we’re being honest. They were preppy girls who had a reputation for being a bit mean. Riley quickly tried to act normal when they walked up. “Of course there’s a line” Chloe commented “They better hurry, I like gotta tinkle” Mindy replied. Riley had been hoping they had also needed a poo but alas she wasn’t that lucky. Just then a wet sounding fart ripped out of Emily’s stall. “Ew,” Chloe said in response “Someone is ripping ass in there” she said laughing. Suddenly another wave of diarrhea came from Lucy’s stall. “Oh my god, it’s two people” Mindy replied laughing. “So gross,” Chloe said laughing.” Just then Lucy and Emily both started grabbing toilet paper at the same time. Riley would be excited to go, but Chloe or Mindy were gonna be right next to her, she stood there buttcheeks clenched ready for her turn though. Emily was the first to exit and she looked so much more relieved. Chloe and Mindy snickered as she walked out making Emily blush and look away. While this was happening Lucy had come out of her stall as well. “Oh my god, Lucy you were in there ripping ass!” Chloe said laughing. Lucy instantly blushed and started stammering “W-what no, I mean I just was, I mean” they both laughed as Lucy washed her hands blushing hard and looking like she was nearly in tears. “Like you assholes don’t do it too” she muttered as she walked out past them. Riley’s bowels saw the open toilet and she immediately got a cramp as she felt her waste move towards the exit. She really didn’t wanna shit her guts out in front of these two, she had gotten away with not being made fun of for this for all of school, she didn’t want to break this streak now. Not right before graduation rehearsal. She had an idea, she could hold on a few more minutes. She clamped her cheeks together and tried to act as normal as possible. “Hey guys, if you want you can go ahead of me, I really don’t gotta pee that bad.” Riley said making sure to put an emphasis on that she had to just pee. “Please, please do it” she thought in her head as she weakly smiled at them. “What, oh yeah sure thanks!” Mindy said smiling at Riley and walking into the restroom. She immediately scrunched her face up and went “Whew, goddamn did those two destroy this bathroom. What the hell did they eat.” she said giggling. Chloe looked at Riley and said “Thanks! My dad always said being this pretty would give me perks.” Chloe followed Mindy in and started fake gagging “Ew,”she said grabbing her nose “This is so gross!” They both went into the stalls and shut the doors. Riley immediatly ripped a loud, rippling fart. It sounded wet as hell, but it didn’t stain her underwear at all. She heard the two start peeing in the bathroom. She started dancing around, shoving her hand into her bum. “Hurry up, hurry the fuck up” she whispered over and over again. The two peed directly into the bowl, so luckily they couldn’t hear anything outside of the bathroom. Riley ripped another fart, this one a bit wetter and louder sounding. The two streams in the bathroom began to die down and Riley heard the toilet paper being pulled. She took this last few moments out of sight to do a little dance and grab her butt one more time. They both flushed at the same time, and came out of the stalls.
They went to the sinks to wash their hands. Riley walked in trying to act casual, but underneath her jeans she was clenching her cheeks like there was no tomorrow. Her bowels went crazy went in saw the toilet, all that greasy breakfast food began gunning towards the exit. She quickly slammed the stall door and grabbed her ass, bending forward and letting out a small moan. She had never needed a shit so bad in her life. But dumb and dumber were still out there checking themselves out in the mirror. Then finally, finally she heard one of them walk out. She heard Chloe’s voice “Thanks Ronda for letting us go first, appreciate ya!” her voice getting quieter as she walked away from the bathroom. Riley immediately unbuttoned her jeans and ripped down her pants. The second her ass hit the toilet it sounded like a bucket of slop being poured out into water. So much of her mushy shit came pouring out of her making a squelch noise. Riley couldn’t help but loudly moan as all that pent up pressure was finally released. After all that came out Riley ripped three loud, bowl echoing farts, the wet sounding kind. The next wave then came rushing out, it sounded less intense than the first wave but still hit the water hard. Riley sighed loudly as the load was expelled from her. RIley then ripped a loud airy sounding fart, it was very high pitched sounding. The third wave actually required some pushing to come out, though not much. That load ended with a low bassy sounding fart. The fourth and fifth waves followed suit, each sounding less intense and quieter. Finally Riley started to pee, this was always her body’s cue that she was done pooping. She sighed loudly and couldn’t help but say “Oh my god, never felt this good. Riley wiped up, it took quite an amount of TP, and then flushed. The bathroom smelled like absolute shit, two teachers and three students had just destroyed it. She washed her hands and left, happy that no one had been in the hallway and thus had not heard Riley doing any of that. Riley got into line just in time. “Okay people, let’s practice walking in.” Riley smiled as she felt 100 times better. |
Early summer, or maybe late spring? Azriel was never one to pay attention to what the date was, or even what day, or even what time. All that he knew was today was a very special day. The sun was shining down with warm golden rays of light high in the sky, only occasionally being interrupted by light fluffy clouds. You know the kind, the ones where if you look hard enough it looks like something, or maybe something else? Azriel could never quite distinguish shapes amongst the clouds, but he was having fun watching them slowly pass by nonetheless. The smell of lavender and wild honeysuckle filled his nose, but after the half hour they had been sitting and drawing, neither of them could truly smell it anymore.
Azriel had finished his drawing, crude in quality but it still represented their surroundings, the flowers might not be exact, but any observer could tell the lines connecting blotchy petals suggest some form of foliage.
Close enough, no one would ever see it other than himself, and of course his maiden, Silvershade.
Who was Silvershade? Not even Azriel knew everything about her, but that was okay. She had a caring heart, but beyond that she had saved him countless times. From stopping the white dragon from consuming his soul to freeing him from the clutches of plants in the Howling Forest. He had no idea why however. The cultists and witches had a feud since before time itself. At first he had assumed that he was being used for his knowledge on the occult, but she never asked anything about the unholy, or even the arcane. She seemed content being with the enemy, but after the last few months, he realized that in her very own heart, her family was her enemy. Azriel thought his own cult was into torture, but he never realized what the witches went through in their own training. He knew that her training specialized in the strength of crystals, and gemstones. She used them to store natural energy, whereas he himself used them to store spirits. But their powers combined made them truly unstoppable. That's why they must run, forever. It had been three years since they had met each other, and while they might not have been easy, they had left him feeling quite purposeful in life. To an observer, they might say he was happy, but when working with spirits, you learn to give up emotion, lest you become consumed by the unholy you so desire to use. That was the first thing that he had learned in his training. What was only a moment in this plane was equivalent to 86 years in purgatory. With great power comes great pain.
It had been only 4 years since he returned, but he was used to running. Upon his arrival he immediately slain all who had tortured him. It seems he had a better trip to purgatory than all others in his cult. After all, the strong survive and the weak die. Silvershade was the weakest witch he had encountered, but she renounced her faith in order to save me from the dragon. She would be foolish to double cross a dragon, only the heroes of old would stand up to them, and Azriel had never heard of any surviving. He had only visited the den to look for an artifact, the white dragon didn't even have it, turns out. She said that she had traded it to a necromancer many years prior in return for "enough meals for a month". Who knows how much a dragon eats but it must be quite a lot.
Three years had past, and still no rumors of a great necromancer had surfaced, maybe they were looking in all the right places, or maybe it was right under their noises... Right now though, he had something else on his mind.
"Azriel, why have you stood up? Do your spirits warn you of oncoming danger?"
Always one to worry, maybe she too was just like him. But he had realized that amongst all the danger and evil, there must be something worth waking up to in the morning. For many years it was power, but he already had power beyond most men's wildest dreams. He wanted to pursue something else for the first time in his life. His soul had been split many times due to his past, which allowed part of him to exist in the mortal world, and part of him to reside still as one of the great beasts of purgatory.
He had been thinking about this for many many moons, he took the ring out of his pocket, and presented it to her. She seemed confused by such a display, she knew what ring it was. She also knew what it held inside the black diamond.
"Silvershade, this ring is my most valuable possession, it holds the part of my soul that feels happiness. You know I do not let that part speak to me, which is why I keep it held inside the most powerful gem I could find. I have not told you this, but it escaped around half a cycle ago. It had a message for me, it told me what I was truly running from. I had been 'unable to confront my own emotions for many years out of fear that it will be my own undoing, I have been chasing a golden goose that may not exist for all we know. You may not know it, but I know that she makes you happy, and I want you to know that'. He willingly returned back into the gem, but I have been thinking, while we must run from our pasts, why must I run from my own happiness? We exist on this plane until we are slain. Once I do, the corrupt parts of my soul will live on in purgatory, but while I am still here, there are things that are worth more to me than power. Silvershade, you are worth more to me than anything, and in the last three years I have come to realize that. I present you this ring, as a symbol that you give me happiness, so I wish to give you my happiness. I think I want to try and unify parts of my soul, the artifact we have been chasing for so long allows the wielder to connect fragmented souls without rhyme or reason, but together we are stronger than any material or magical matter. Silvershade, I cannot promise that I will give you the life you dreamed of, but I can promise you a death that will leave you happy. I want your help in repairing my soul, but you know that i cannot do it alone, which is why I have accepted your help for so long. Silvershade? Will you be mine until the end of time?"
She was left speechless, for what seemed like minutes but was probably only seconds. Until she grabbed my hand, took the ring, and weaved it through her livingwood necklace.
She motioned for me to sit in front of her, and I did.
"Lay down"
Of course in the three years of our travels, we had grown... Familiar... With each other's bodies, but this was unexpected. She knows I had been with the fair amount of bar maidens across the lands, but she also knows that after each one of the wenches I laid, I would regret for many moons the acts committed. She was gentle and tender, slowly stripping me until all that remained was the mythril necklace containing the multitude of rings, and rubies, and rampant spirits. She mounted me like a horse, yet rocked herself like a wee babe in a cradle. Yet, as the fires of passion burned in both our hearts, she started to leap as a frog, our cries going from soft gentle moans, to full on chanting. After what felt like hours, but would've realistically been only 15 minutes, as I lay there on a field of flowers under the warm and intense sun. I fertilized her own fields of flowers at the same time I felt her own golden rain fall across my body.
And in my mind, I was content, but in my soul, I was happy
Part "1" of many
Edited March 3, 2020 by The_Dz
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(Welp guess who decided to write their own story. Yep. Me. This is definitely not gonna turn out badly. Anyway, here's a little backstory stuff before the actual story begins. So enjoy my half-assed attempt at a story and my google translated mess.)
For 69 years, The Union of Soviet Socialist Republics endured. When the Soviet Union was dissolved in 1991, it was broken up into fifteen independent nations: Tajikistan, Turkmenistan, Kyrgyzstan, Uzbekistan, Kazakhstan, Azerbaijan, Armenia, Georgia, Moldova, Estonia, Latvia, Lithuania, Belarus, and the largest of the former republics, Russia. There was, however an unofficial sixteenth republic, a tiny island off the coast of Kaliningrad, in the Baltic sea. It was known as Pisuaria, and it was quite a peculiar little place. It is one of the only, if not the only country in the world, where sexuality is not only celebrated, but urination as well. Their culture of what some people describe as "Omorashi" dates back nearly 700 years. the Bolshevik revolution of 1917, all of the old laws regarding sexuality were overturned, ending the old Tsarist order. However this did not last long, as Josef Stalin would recriminalize homosexuality in 1933. Pisuaria, which kept homosexuality legal in defiance of Stalin's law, was left alone, since they were so small and insignificant, not to mention reclusive. Even after the fall of the Red Titan at the end of the 20th century, the Soviet spirit still lives on in Pisuariya. Led by their Premier Yuri Nariya, the Pisuarian people enjoy a life of lewdness.
CHAPTER 1: Alice
Alice had only heard rumors about the mysterious island. People who probably have never set foot in Pisuaria make up tales of men and women not using public toilets out of fear of retribution from their ruthless dictator. Others give more of a positive view on it, telling about a dreamland where you can walk around nude in broad daylight, marry whoever you want (or however many people you want), and pee wherever your heart, or bladder, desires. Alice decided that she would find out herself what Pisuarian life really was like. It was a long trip, 10 hours on a plane from New York to Kaliningrad, and an additional hour and a half from the Kaliningrad harbor to the coast of Pisuaria, but she finally made it. However, she regrets accepting the complimentary large soda the Pisuarian ferry gave all of the passengers for some reason. She couldn't fathom why, but she didn't care right now. Right now, her bladder cried out for relief. Signs in Russian and Lithuanian greet the passengers coming off the docks,
"Добро пожаловать в Советскую Социалистическую Республику Писуария!"
"Sveiki atvykę į Tarybų Socialistinę Respubliką Pisuariya!"
"Welcome to the Soviet Socialist Republic of Pisuaria," they all said. Alice steps off the boat and heads to customs, where she will soon be admitted into the land of secrets. A male customs guard, looks to be in his late 20s, stops Alice and asks for her passport. Hopping from one foot to the other, she obliges, desperate to find a bathroom. It takes them a few minutes to check her passport, but she couldn't wait a few more seconds. "Excuse me, sir," she asked, "Do you mind hurrying it up? I really need to use the restroom!" The guard looks at another guard and then chuckles. "Bathroom? Sure. There's one over there, and there, hell, the whole COUNTRY is a bathroom!" The guard seemed amuse by his little joke, Alice however was not. "I'm not joking, I'm about to pee myself. Please, I'm begging you, point me to a restroom!" The guard tells his coworker to stay there and finish checking her passport, and he escorts Alice to the bathroom. Then suddenly the strangest thing happened. Alice noticed that he was following her into the bathroom. "Uh, thank you, I can find my way from here." The guard replies, "I'm sure you can, but to be quite honest, I need to piss too." Alice concedes, hoping to just get it over with. She rushes into a vacant stall and shuts the door behind her. She pulls down her panties, lifts her skirt, and sits down on the toilet before letting out a forceful gush of piss. Alice lets out a moan of relief that could most definitely be heard by the guard, but she didn't care. She was in heaven right now. She peed for what felt like an eternity before she finished. As she wiped herself dry and pulled up her panties, she exited the stall to see a sight that no one would have believed if she told them. The guard was standing in front of the sink, his penis in hand, letting out a golden stream into the sink. Alice asks the man "What are you doing?!" He replies "I'm relieving myself. What does it look like?" "In the SINK???" "Oh, come on, it drains to the same place those toilets do," he says. "You know," he adds, "we Pisuarians are an open minded people, not like the rest of the world." He finishes pissing and zips up, "You'll find our way of life much more...liberating." Alice pondered for a moment, could it really be that the people here don't use public restrooms that often because they don't have the same stigma around public urination as other countries do? She had so many questions, but she decided to ask the most important one at the moment, "I forgot to ask, what is your name?" The man replies "Dimitri, pleased to meet you, eh..." "Alice," she says, "Pleased to meet you too, Dimitri." And that was the moment Alice knew she was in for an interesting trip.
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(Here it is, Chapter 3! It's longer than the past two, and it focuses on a different character this time. Don't worry, Alice will be back in the future. I hope you like this.)
CHAPTER 3: Lyudmila
"Lyudmila, wake up, or we'll miss breakfast!"
Lyudmila woke up, groggy from sleep. As she opened her eyes, she was greeted by Lana's breasts. Lyudmila and Lana have been dating for almost a year now. Tonight, they were going to see a concert by an all-girl punk band, called f.U.T.a. "Alright, give me a minute, let me get dressed," Lyudmila slurred. "Ah, дебил, you forget what country you're in? We don't need clothes!" Amused by her lover's retort, she laughed and said "I suppose, though I do need a wee." "Fine, but make it quick. I'm going to go water my plant," Lana replied as she stood in front of their potted tree in a corner of their room and peed into it, spreading her lips as she did.
Lyudmila got out of bed, completely naked just like her girlfriend. She certainly had well-developed breasts, but what stood out was how well-endowed she was downstairs. Lyudmila was transgender, born male and transitioning to female. Trans people were treated much better in Pisuaria than other parts of the world, even having free medical transition if they so choose. She could have surgeons change her genitals if she wished, but she was content with her penis. What annoyed her, however, was the morning wood that plagued her every dawn, making it difficult to aim when she needs to pee. Lyudmila walked out to the balcony of their apartment. It was 8:43 in the morning, and most people are usually up by that time aside from younger people who spend their nights partying and having sex. She stood at the edge of the balcony, poking her hard penis through the fence poles. She held her penis and began to pee off the balcony, as per her usual morning ritual. She loved doing this, having her morning pee on the balcony, completely naked for the whole neighborhood to see. So much so that she was almost sad when it ended, she wanted to touch herself then and there, and her erection was asking to be satisfied.
Lyudmila then heard her lover yell "Hurry up, no time for jerking off! I am hungry!" "Coming, Lana!" She responded, quickly throwing on a skirt and ladies' boxer briefs before running out the door to catch up with her lover.
The food court out behind the apartments were busy with people hungry for their morning meal. On the wall above the exit to the food court, there was a portrait of their very attractive Premier, Yuri Naria. All public buildings must have at least one portrait of her, but not because the law says so - in reality, these portraits are simply a must-have, especially due to the lewd nature of many of them! Pancakes, bacon, omlettes, and syrniki were the regular menu, with a drink choice of juice, water, milk, or pee, a favorite beverage of Pisuarians (It's always fresh from the tap). It was always common for people to come to the food court sometimes completely naked, not even bothering to take the time to get dressed. The only reason Lyudmila is wearing underwear or a skirt is to conceal her boner. As they got in line to order their food, they ordered their drinks. Lana ordered pee, however Lyudmila made a more reserved choice and ordered juice. It was common for people to watch bartenders and such pour them a glass of piss straight from their genitalia, so the couple got to see the whole process. A young man, who looked like he was about to burst, pulled down his pants in front of them, showing off his pussy. He was trans, just like Lyudmila, but transitioning to male instead of female. He then held a glass up to his crotch and started pissing into it, letting out a little moan as he did. When the glass was almost full, he cut off his stream and pulled his pants back up, waiting for the next customer.
The lesbian lovers sat down at their table, enjoying their breakfast. "He looked handsome," Lyudmila commented about the fountain boy. "I know! I see him a lot around here, actually," Lana said. "I think his nametag said 'Dominykas.' I actually ran into him in the bathroom once! I had to pee so I ran in, and I see him standing at a urinal, peeing into it with his pants all the way down to his ankles! Did you know he always pees like that?" "Really? That's hot!" Lyudmila exclaimed. "Not only that, I heard he doesn't even wear underwear," Lana teased her girlfriend. "Stop it, Lana, you're making it really hard for me not to whip it out and start fapping right here and now!" Lyudmila whined, to which her significant other said "Come on, you should know better than to do that in a place where people eat. You'll have a chance to have fun later." Lana said as she winked at the lady sitting across from her. They laughed, and continued to enjoy their meals.
Later on, they decided to head out into town and see a movie. They had plenty of time to kill before the concert that is going to be playing tonight. Lana went back home and put on a pair of jeans before going out, though she left her panties in their room. She was feeling like going commando today. Pisuarians are not required to wear any clothing in public, but during the winter months they are much more covered than during the summer, when one often sees people wearing a shirt and nothing else, maybe underwear, or pants and no top, sometimes even completely nude save for socks and shoes. Lyudmila, however, didn't want to take any chances, as walking around in just a skirt, or nothing at all, would arouse her and make it harder not to play with herself in public. She was a bit more shy when it came to masturbation, but sometimes the urge becomes too great and she must duck behind a dumpster in an alleyway, dodge out of people's views into some trees, or hide in a bathroom stall and rub one out. Pisuarians have no shame about pleasuring themselves in front of others, and there's no law stopping them from it, but Lyudmila was still bashful nonetheless. They hopped on the tram and rode downtown, where the movie theater awaited them. The girls saw posters for movies that are playing, some Pisuarian, some foreign. The theaters in Pisuaria even show American movies with Russian and Lithuanian subtitles. Today, they were going to see Spider-Man: Far From Home. "Two tickets for Spider-Man, please" Lana asked the box-office attendant, and she bought two tickets for 20 Pisuarian rubles. Lana and Lyudmila went inside, ordered their food and drinks, and found their seats just in time for the movie to begin.
Lana and Lyudmila devoured their popcorn and gulped down their large sodas they About 3/4ths into the movie, Lyudmila begins squirming in her seat. "What's wrong?" Lana asks. "I really have to pee, but I don't wanna miss the movie," Lyudmila whispers. Lana tells her, "Just go in your cup, then." Lyudmila is skeptical, she doesn't want to be rude and make noise. "I'll just hold it, the movie's almost over." Her and Lana keep watching the movie, and the ending is getting much closer, however Lyudmila is struggling to hold it. Suddenly, she lets out a spurt in her panties, and says "I can't hold it much longer!" Lana whispers to her "Cmon, go in the cup. People won't mind, and the movie is basically over." Without a second thought Lyudmila kneels on the flood in front of her seat. She pulls out her cock through the fly in her briefs and pisses a forceful stream into her cup. "Ohhhh this feels so good!~" She moaned, but realized that people could hear her and kept her mouth shut after that. After just a little under a minute, she finishes peeing and the cup is almost overflowing. "Feel better?" Lana asks, to which Lyudmila nods "mhm." She puts the cover back on her cup and carries it out of the theater, with her girlfriend following her. Hopefully, Lyudmila could make it until after the concert before releasing all of the built up libido inside her, but it will certainly be a challenge for someone with as high a sex drive as her. |
(Warning: This chapter contains a sex scene near the end, so if you aren't into that, then you can skip it.)
CHAPTER 5: Lyudmila
The sun began to set as Lyudmila and her girlfriend Lana waited for the train to arrive. They are heading to see a concert by f.U.T.a. in Blovyob. "Lyudmila, I'm bored! When is the train arriving?" Lana asks, impatiently. "Soon, love," Lyudmila replied. Lana groped her girlfriend's boobs from behind and asks "Why don't you entertain me?" Lyudmila blushes and pushes her away "N-not here, please..." Lyudmila is very self-conscious about her trans body. and is only comfortable with showing her girlfriend. Lana sometimes forgets that her girlfriend isn't as comfortable with exposing herself in public as she is. "Sorry, just got carried away," she apologized to her lover. Finally, the train arrived at their station, and they boarded.
The train travelled for 2 hours before pulling into Blovyob's main station. The city was busy, even at this time of night. They walked past a towering statue of Vladimir Lenin, the leader of the 1917 Bolshevik revolution. Outside the station, there were public urinals on a wall plastered with old Soviet propaganda posters. Men, women, and non binary people alike strolled up to them and relieved themselves out in the open, often chatting with each other as they did. Lana and Lyudmila walked past them and got on a bus to the concert grounds. After they got off the bus, they headed over to the entrance and gave the bouncers their tickets. They could already hear the cheering from inside, they arrived just on time for the concert to begin.
Everyone was cheering as f.U.T.a walked on stage, completely topless save for bra's with hammers and sickles on them, with their booty shorts showing off their bulges. Their lead singer, Tanya, yelled out to the crowd; "Are you guys ready?!!" The crowd cheered back in approval. Tanya said "Alright, let's get this party STARTED! Hit it, girls!" The band started out with a cover of a well-known Soviet song, My Address is the Soviet Union. Everyone was cheering and dancing in the mosh pit. "Lana, I really have to pee," Lyudmila tried to tell her girlfriend over the blaring music. Lana yelled "What? I can't hear you!" Lyudmila once again told her girlfriend, this time louder, "I really need to use the bathroom! Do you know where one is?!" Lana told her girlfriend "Just go in the trees where everyone else is going!"
"Lana, no! You know how shy I am!"
"Well, maybe you can see if there are any porta-potties around. I'm sure there are some!" Lana then went up to the stage to ask the band for a request before their next song.
Lyudmila left her girlfriend and looked around for something, anyplace private to relieve her poor bladder. Suddenly, she spotted some porta-potties near the trees. She ran over to them, finally a place to pee! But then, the worst realization hit her. The porta-potties have signs on them that read "Due to the crowded capacity of this concert grounds, we ask that everyone use these portable toilets for #2 only. You are free to pee in the bushes nearby if you need to. With love, the f.U.T.a. crew!" Lyudmila held back a whimper. She would have no other choice but to pee out in the open like everyone else.
Suddenly, Lyudmila had a genius idea. She wondered if she could go backstage and pee there. It was a desperate, but delightfully devilish, idea. Lyudmila tried to get behind the stage. She was able to squeeze between the people and get backstage, and found some bushes out of view from everyone else. She whipped out her dick and stood in front of the bushes. Just then, she heard a voice call out "Hey, what are you doin' back here?" Lyudmila frantically tried to put her penis back inside her briefs. The voice asked again "Are you trying to pee back behind our stage? You know you can pee in the bushes back near the crowds." Lyudmila told her "Y-yeah...I um...don't feel comfortable with that. I've never felt comfortable exposing myself in front of anyone, except my girlfriend. That's why I snuck back here." The other girl told her "I see. Well... tough luck, because me and my friends need to take a pee break too, and this is our spot!" Lyudmila suddenly recognized the girl's face "Friends? Oh! You must be Tanya! Well I'm sorry for disturbing you, I'll be heading back to the crowd now."
"I don't think so. You should stay here with us. I heard from someone on stage that they had a surprise request for you." Tanya said. Lyudmila was confused, who could have a request for her? And what for? Then, as soon as the answer came to her mind, Lana emerged from the crowd along with the other band members, and shouted "Suprise!~" Lyudmila certainly was surprised. She asked "Lana? Was this your idea??" "Yep!" Lana replied, "I want to help you get over your shyness, so I think we should start out small with a group of just a few people. And the best part is, they're all trans like you!" "Lana...I-I don't know about this... I don't think-" Lyudmila was cut off by her girlfriend "Моя Цветовная, You have no meed to hide your beautiful body from anyone. You deserve to be seen and loved. And much more, you need to stop worrying about being seen, just go pee when and where you need to. Now, I'll help you, see!" Lyudmila sighed, and said "Alright. I'll do it. I'm tired of being embarassed!" She stood next to the band members, who were already pissing into the bushes, their dicks in hand. She then pulled out her own penis and held it in her hands. She tried to pee, but she froze up. Lana suddenly put her hand on her girlfriend's semi-flaccid cock and whispered in her ear "Go pee.~" As if by magic, Lyudmila began to let out a stream that hit the bushes with a small patter noise. She uttered a soft moan of relief, as her girlfriend moved her penis around and played with her stream. The other girls happily peed beside each other. After a while, the pee streams of all the girls died off and they wiped themselves dry with some tissues. Lyudmila shook her dick a few fimes to dry off.
Lyudmila's libido had finally reached its limit, her penis was completely erect. Lana noticed this, and had the band girls come over to them. Lyudmila couldn't believe what was about to happen, she was about to partake in an orgy for the first time ever! One of the band members asked her to get on her knees, and Lyudmila happily obliged. Her mouth was suddenly full of cock, as the two guitarists stuck theirs in for her to suck. She happily licked on their tips, and fondled one of the girls' balls as she did. Soon, one girl took her cock out of her mouth, and the other shoved hers in deeper. Lyudmila began stroking the first lady's dick while she continued to suck the other. In short time, they both came in her mouth and on her face. She wiped the first girl's cum off her cheek and swallowed the rest. Lyudmila laid the third woman, a drummer, down on the ground, and took off her shirt. She stuck the drummer's cock in between her boobs and licked the tip. She gave the drummer a boob job as she moved her breasts up and down on her shaft. The drummer girl moaned "Oh~ Keep going, this is wonderful!~" and with one last lick of her tip, her semen exploded all over Lyudmila's perky tits. Lyudmila then moved over to her girlfriend and began to kiss her lips. Lana slipped off Lyudmila's skirt and underwear, and Lyudmila pulled Lana's jeans down. Lyudmila's cock was throbbing, begging for her lover's pussy. She slowly slipped her dick into Lana's vagina, and thrusted in and out gently, grabbing her lady's round ass. Tanya then came from behind Lyudmila and slid her cock inside Lyudmila's asshole. The three of them fucked each other, meanwhile the other band ladies were still recovering from the afterglow. Lyudmila kissed Lana's lips, and Tanya was licking Lyudmila's neck. All three of them were moaning so loud, it's a surprise the band wouldn't think to sample it in their songs. Tanya moaned "Oh, I'm getting close!~" to which Lyudmila responded "I think I am too~ I'm gonna cum!~" Lana said to the two transbians "Me too~ Let's all cum together~" With a final pleasured yelp, the three of them reached orgasm, and Lyudmila and Lana were filled with cum.
They laid on the ground for a bit, until Tanya got up and said "Well, we took long enough with our break. We should get back to performing. Oh, and thank you, Lyudmila. I had fun with you tonight. If you want to do that again, you know where to find us.~" She walked over to the other girls and got back on stage. Lyudmila and Lana grabbed their clothes, but decided to stay naked and went back out to the crowd. The band played a russian version of the Beatles' "I Want To Hold Your Hand," and Lyudmila and Lana danced the night away together. As they kissed in the moonlight, Lyudmila thought to herself "This was the best night of my entire life!" |
(It's finally here! The 7th Chapter of the somehow miraculously acclaimed Pisuaria series! Slight warning that there is a little hardcore BDSM in the background. Nothing too much, just a collar and spanking. After a year of procrastination and a week of development, hopefully it's worth the wait.)
Chapter 7: Foreign Intimate Relations
As a small, reclusive socialist island nation, much of the international community ignores Pisuaria, so most of it's trading is done with Cuba and China, however Russia, Belarus, and even the unrecognized breakaway Pridnestrovie Moldovan Republic, or Transnistria, trade goods with Pisuarians, despite the Russian Federation and it's allies' feelings towards so-called "gay propaganda." While Pisuaria has a shaky relationship with her mother country, Russia, they are no friends of NATO either. They've frequently spoken out against the US-led interventions in Yugoslavia, Iraq, Afghanistan, Libya, Syria, and most recently Ukraine. However, Pisuaria has friends of its own, found in the similarly omorashi-inclined nations of Lavatria, Kaymala, and Jiyū. Titled the "International Pact for Free Love and Expression" by the Pisuarian government, the member states of this union have one common trait. Public urination, nudity, and sex are all legally and socially acceptable. The pact was started by Lavatria and Kaymala in 1948, and later joined by Jiyū in the 1970s after it became independent from Japan. Pisuaria is its newest member, joining in 1991 after the dissolution of the Soviet Union.
Today was the annual Festival of Cultural Friendship, an event where people from all four nations in the Free Love Pact came together and enjoyed food, carnivals, music, and of course, sex, for a week. Last year, Lavatria was the host nation for the festival. This year, Pisuaria is hosting.
The festival was a celebration of each of the four nations' cultures, with both their common nonchalant attitudes towards sex and urination, to their different cultural music and food. Jiyū's traditional food heavily inspired by Japanese cuisine was especially popular.
At the Valentina Tereshkova airport, passenger jets carrying people from Jiyū, Lavatria, and Kaymala landed and docked at the airport gates, unloading hundreds of people. Inside there were banners saying "Welcome to the 63rd annual Festival of Cultural Friendship" in each nation's official and native languages. People in various states of dress and undress were welcomed by customs, and directed to buses that would take them to a train station, where they would get on a train to the capitol city of Tualya. As they reached the capitol, buildings were draped with flags and banners celebrating the four nations and their unity.
Zvezda Tikhanova was present for the festival, and showed the visitors around the city. Zvezda, or Star in English, was non-binary, meaning they didn't fit into either of the traditional Western, or even Eastern gender norms. They had long, curly, dirty-blonde hair, and green eyes that shone like emeralds. A t-shirt hugged their lithe frame, however they didn't wear any pants or underwear. They had a small pair of breasts, a petite ass, and an average sized dick. They, along with other Pisuarians, welcomed their visitors warmly.
As cultural exchange was a staple of this festival, visiting delegations were encouraged to partake in sexual activities with other delegations, an orgy of people from different corners of the world. At the festival grounds, people chatted with each other while sharing a kiss, or feeling each other up, and others just chose to fuck each other openly, sometimes in small groups. Still others were taking breaks in between fucks to rehydrate, continue chatting with each other, or piss on some wall or near some bushes, and in some cases on each other. Zvezda was having fun with two people in particular, a Lavatrian man, and a Jiyūan trans woman who calls herself a "futanari." Their names were Michael and Hirumi. He, along with Zvezda, were sucking her off and licking her balls. It didn't take very long to make her cum. Hirumi went over to get some water when the three of them decided to take a break, and Zvezda thought it might be a good idea to pee and then drink some water. When people are having sex for a long period of time it is important to stay hydrated.
They went over to a wall where some other people were peeing and got their penis into position before letting out a stream their own. Since they weren't wearing pants or underwear they didn't have to worry about getting them out of the way to pee. A Kaymalan woman was squatting next to them and pissing on the wall as well. She took a glance at Zvezda's cock and said "You have a nice dick."
They replied "Thank you, you look pretty as well. My name's Zvezda, by the way."
"Ulla" She responded.
"Care to join me and my group?" "Sure!"
The two headed back to Hirumi and Michael, who were already fucking each other again, this time Hirumi had a collared leash around Michael's neck. She was spanking his ass as she fucked him fast and hard. Turns out they both like to play rough. Ulla and Zvezda got to work on each other next to those two. Zvezda began running their fingers across Ulla's vagina, as she fondled their balls in her hand. Her other hand wrapped around Zvezda's butt, and she moved on from their balls to stroke their shaft. Zvezda let their fingers find their way into Ulla's pussy, and began to work their magic. She kept stroking them off as they kept fingering her and rubbing her clit.
"Fuck, I think I'm gonna cum!" Ulla cried.
"Me too, I'm about to explode!" Zvezda moaned out.
The two came one after another. Zvezda's semen splattered all over Ulla's stomach. They both hugged and relaxed. "That was amazing, thank you," Ulla whispered, before kissing Zvezda on the lips. Hirumi let out a loud moan that interrupted their kiss, as she came inside Michael's ass. She then began to piss inside his ass, pulling out when she finished. A mixture of cum and piss dripped from his hole as he stood up. The four friends had a fun time with their little orgy. But the festival was still not over. It has only just begun.
Edited June 2, 2021 by Ms. Tito
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Huge shout out to @D0nt45k for these ideas regarding Pisuaria
As part of the Soviet Union, most of Pisuaria's military assets belonged to Moscow. The local Pisuarian military has never been particularly large, even at the height of the Cold War, and the end of said Cold War and independence from the newly formed Russian Federation has seen it become even smaller, but like most of their society it's extremely egalitarian on certain things, all physically-able adults serve as conscripts for two years between the ages of 18 and 20, with an option to volunteer for further service. However, beyond the conscription period, the military is run as a strict meritocracy with a high standard of training, the only things that matter to the powers that be are your competence and loyalty, meaning they defy the stereotype of ComBloc armed forces of relying on "quality over quantity". They also issue their troops with a unique type of energy drink as part of their standard combat rations developed in the island nation's OKB (said OKB focused on health-related sciences, and is still considered one of the best biomed labs and hospitals in Eastern Europe thanks in part to an influx of Western cash in the 90s and early 2000s in exchange for sharing some of their less sensitive research) that functions as a powerful diuretic as a side-effect.
Pisuarian People's Army: A very small unit that mostly serves as an extra deterrent to terrestrial-based threats that the police can't handle, with extra emphasis on countering amphibious landings. They have two infantry divisions (partly motorized with Russian-made armored cars), and a single tank division equipped with a domestically modified version of the T-72B main battle tank and BMPT fire support vehicle.
Pisuarian People's Navy: One of the more historically significant parts of their military and the most well-known in the West among military personnel if they even know about them at all. Their sailors were among those who mutinied along with the crew of the Armored Cruiser Aurora and kicked off the October Revolution, and during the Second World War, their own take on the Naval Infantry (inspired by Soviet units formed near the Black Sea shortly before) was noted by German and Finnish troops as being particularly vicious opponents, with a tendency to piss on the corpses of certain enemies (particularly SS troops) as a sign of defiance. During the Cold War they were considered among the most aggressive by their NATO counterparts, having decided for a time that their best defense was a good offense. After the Cold War their Navy has downsized somewhat (some of their ships having been so decrepit due to funding issues that they were among the ships sold to Pepsi of all people at one point). What remains of their surface assets are is a Slava-class guided missile cruiser operating as flagship of the surface fleet, a quartet of modified Koni-class frigates, and a smattering of smaller corvettes, missile boats, and small coastal defense craft. Their submarine fleet consists of a half dozen Paltus-class (Kilo-class) submarines.
Pisuarian People's Air Force: The most well-known part of the Pisuarian Air Force among civilians (more on why later). Unlike most Soviet-modeled militaries, all aviation assets are operated by their air force. During World War II, some of their women served in the fames 588th Night Bomber Regiment, later known as the 46th Guards Night Bomber Regiment, known most famously as the "Night Witches" after the name given to them by their German adversaries, but when their parent unit disbanded, the Pisuarian squadron remained extant and became part of the PPAF, but starting in the 1960s transferred from bombers to helicopters, with one of their flights utilizing heavily decorated Mi-28s for demonstrations. Their fixed wing aviation units are almost entirely oriented around defense, consisting of a single fighter wing equipped with MiG-29As, an anti-shipping/interdiction squadron equipped with Su-24s, a support squadron equipped with an IL-76 EAW variant, tanker aircraft, transports, and more. It should be noted that in more recent years the PPAF has shopped around for replacements for the aging MiGs, even considering Western options like the JAS-39 and Rafale, and at some point expressed interest in the F-35, before the US rejected any sale to the small nation on the grounds of how close to Russian soil they are an the odds of an intact plane being stolen or captured.
Special Forces: Pisuaria has the usual assortment of GRU Spetsnaz units, including Alfa and Vympfel counter-terror groups, but their KGB also has their own unit dedicated to rooting out 'counterrevolutionary' sentiments in the armed forces (formed in direct response to the attempted military coup in Russia in 1991 as the USSR collapsed), although their operatives are also present in any large civilian entity of note (such as the aforementioned OKB and all schools); despite the stereotypes, however, they're notably..."light-touched" on said issues, being trained in psychology (the long and rigorous training program for their agents has been noted to be equivalent to having an Associate's Degree majoring in Behavioral Psychology at a western college) to first attempt to persuade dissenters to change their minds, then if that fails to resort to methods like gaslighting to break their mental resistance to such coercion, with more overtly disciplinary actions only being taken if these also fail, among their more common tactics being forced urine holding (which can be enforced with the use of diuretics and things like catheters or urethral plugs to make the sensations particularly unpleasant).
Economy: Pisuaria has a socialist economy much like the Soviet Union it used to be a part of, as an Autonomous Soviet Socialist Republic within the RSFSR. It still does most of its trading with Russia, Belarus, China, Cuba, and Vietnam. The Pisuarians are savvy enough to know that they have something that others find value in: nostalgic products from the Soviet era. As a result, stuff like vodka and their own unique takes on things like doctor's sausage and "tourist's delight" (many of which might actually use urine as an ingredient for some reason) are some of their major exports, along with their own modernized takes on social realistic and futuristic art (a lot of it pornographic, usually soft-core) of the type that was popular in the USSR, and some of the works have appeared in prestigious galleries across the world, some selling to private collectors in the six figure range.
COVID Protocols: There were actually minimal attempts to lock down the country when COVID hit (on the grounds that their OKB ran a calculation and found that a lockdown would only have a minimal impact on the virus' spread, plus it was feared that their entire economy, and the government by extension, would collapse if forced to shut down for more than absolutely necessary to get medical infrastructure mobilized) as the small population of Pisuaria meant that the entire population reached herd immunity to the main strain within a few months, though certain extra laws were passed to protect the elderly (the most vulnerable demographic), and their famed OKB even developed their own vaccine with few if any negative side-effects, but their small size means that they can't really produce enough of it to export in large batches (though it has been noted that due to the high mutation rate of coronaviruses, this vaccine may no longer be as effective as it used to be now that newer strains have evolved).
Olympics: Before independence from the Russian Federation on December 29th, 1991, Pisuarian atheletes competed in the Soviet national olympic team. The Pisuarians avoided the doping scandals of their Russian counterparts and so could compete under their own flag, but protests have been raised specifically about some of their trans-female athletes competing in women's sports (and indeed, such things were banned by the Olympic Committee for a long time) under the argument that they still possess a man's athletic capability and as such possess an unfair advantage. Other than this issue, in Summer Olympics, they tend to perform well in gymnastics, water sports (and I don't mean pissing), women's football (aka soccer), and track, and in this world's alternate take on the Tokyo Olympics ended up taking home a Gold and a Bronze medal, the Gold in men's water polo (their team trained with their aforementioned Naval Infantry to make them exceptionally good, at the cost of a high dropout rate in training due to injuries), and the Bronze in women's gymnastics (one of the fields where it actually pays to have a more petite and less masculine body).
Edited September 27, 2021 by Ms. Tito
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Okay so i wanted to make a character who lives through some experiences and they will all be on this thread here. I hope you all enjoy these.
Chapter 1 Holly's Realization.
Holly was a regular girl. She was ordinary in every way. Sometimes she caught guys looking at her but other than that she was invisible. More importantly she had only ever wet herself once, when she was 7 and she couldn't hold it in the car.
She stopped and grabbed her crotch. She couldn't believe she hadn't gone to the toilet at school. She had rushed off home for the start of the summer without thinking about her bladders discomfort and now she was about to wet herself on the way home. Her bladder ached with every move. She hadn't been this desperate ever before and was starting to doubt that she would make it at all.
Her pink cotton panties where clinging to her rounded butt underneath her skirt. She was also wearing a school shirt that showed her pink bra slightly underneath.
She carried on walking again determined to make it.
"Come on Holly, You,re 16 years old! You aren't going to wet yourself walking home from fucking school!" she repeated over and over in her head. The idea of wetting herself was so alien to her, pee should be in the toilet not in her panties. SO WHY WAS SHE STRUGGLING SO MUCH TO HOLD IT IN?!
She stopped again to hold herself. She bent over as an urge swept through her causing her bladder to push. She clenched all her muscles and held it in. Her vagina muscles where fatiguing fast however. She had to get home quick.
She looked at where she was and estimated that she had about 15 minutes left of the walk. She started to walk faster when a voice came from behind her.
"Hey Holly!"
She turned around to see Max running up to her.
"Hey Max whats up?" She asked as calmly as she could, her hands no longer at her crotch. She had stood up straight when he came up to her making her bladder feel way more tight.
"Not much, just saw you and thought i would walk with you until we pass my house" he replied.
Holly liked Ben, he didn't take shit from anybody and displayed no shame in just being himself. Yet right now she didn't want to see her friend. They walked further on. The pressure in Holly's bladder was becoming unbearable and she was finding it hard to stand up straight.
"Ugh so glad we don't have to see Ms Hedgeway until next year" Max sighed.
"Ye... she's such a drag" Holly muttered trying to sound as normal as possible. She caught her self leaning forward slightly and straitened her body. Her bladder pushed and her muscles spasmed. A tiny drop of pee leaked its way out of Holly. She clenched as hard as she could and panicked. She was about to wet herself like a 3 year old in front of someone. She felt the droplet make contact with her panties. Holly felt cold, her mouth was dry and she was starting to shiver nervously.
"You okay Holly?" Max asked "You seem a bit off"
"Ye... ye im... who am i kidding Max I have to pee." she laughed nervously.
"Oh well you can use my house if you want. Its only like 5 minutes away" Max smiled.
She hadn't thought of that! Maybe she would make it after all. 5 minutes isn't that long! She bent over slightly but still didnt want to grab herself in front of Max.
"Ye that would actually be really helpful tha..." She stopped. An urge came over her forcing her bladder to push out its contents. She grabbed her crotch and bent over. Clentching every muscle she had Holly stood there as her poor muscles fought off another urge. She tried as hard as she could but a small leak trickled out of her burning pee hole. She felt a small warmth spread throughout her vagina and doubled over still fighting the urge.
"Holly are you okay?" Max asked.
"I... I'm fine don't worry" She replied with a clenched face.
"You dont seem fine..."
"I'm FINE" she shouted. Another small trickle came out. She could feel a bead of pee run down her bare leg. "Lets just hurry please i don't think i can hold it much longer."
"Why don't you go in a bush?" He replied casually. Only to be answered with a glare.
The urge passed and she started walking fast again. He could now feel her underwear was damp.
"Here we are" Max said as they walked up to his front door. He casually looked for his keys in his bag. Holly watched as she struggled against her enlarged bladder. The pain was unbearable and she could barely think. She felt red in the face as another small trickle came out of her.
"Max please hurry i REALLY need to go." She felt a couple of froplet of urning go running down her legs. Max was still rummaging around for his keys.
"Max please I can't hold it in much longer" She felt more pee escape her. Her bladder was on its last legs.
"MAX HURRY" she shouted as a quick squirt of pee came crashing out of her. Holly noticed it made a very small hiss when it came out. She hoped from foot to foot hoping he didnt hear the hiss. Max was becomign more and more panicked as he looked for his keys. He couldn't find them at all!
Holly felt an urge start to come over her. She knew she wasn't going to survive it. She was going to pee her panties full force in front of Max. She didnt't know what to do. She could barely think. Another quick spurt came. Then another and anpther and another. She was wetting herself. She ran behind a bush nearby and pulled her panties down as it came out full force. Her body was expelling the urine hard.
"Holly i got it open... whatcha doing behind there?" Max came round the bush and saw Holly crouching with tears running down her face. She saw him and yanked her panties back up whilst still peeing full force. She tried to stop it but couldn't. Max looked away realising what was happenning but it was too late. She had finished.
She stood up crying. How could that have just happened?? She had wet herself like a child.
"I'm really sorry Holly. I really am. I didn't see anything i swear" Max apologized.
"Don't worry. It's my fault. I'm sorry" She walked off feeling grateful that she was wearing a skirt to hide what had happened. She would text Max later to apologize and make things less awkward.
When she got home she had a shower. But during the shower she couldn't help but think about what happened. She realized the more she thought about it the more turned on she got... She couldn't stop thinking about how warm it was and how good it felt to relieve the pressure.
She thought some how in some weird way she was... glad that it happened.
She couldn't help but thinking.... She wanted to do it again... |
Chapter 2 Holly's day alone.
Holly woke up. She checked her phone and saw that it was 9:37 in the morning. She loved the holidays. She was now a couple days into her summer holidays and still hadn't forgotten about her experience. She got up and brushed her teeth. She then pulled her pajamas down to go to the toilet but then stopped... maybe she shouldn't go to the toilet just yet, after all her parents weren't home today. She pulled up her pajamas and went down stairs to have breakfast.
As she waited for her toast to be done she noticed how weird it felt to not have gone to the toilet first thing in the morning. She already could feel a pressure in her bladder. She felt slightly naughty like a misbehaving child and it excited her. How far was she going to go with this?? She made some coffee...
2 hours later and she was browsing Netflix for something to watch. Her bladder was growing ever more full and she shuffled slightly on the couch, she was getting quite desperate. Why was she doing this? She felt herself getting turned on by the thought of needing to go to the toilet so much.
Another hour later she was playing some video games and moving around on the couch quite a lot. She sat on her foot to help herself as she played. She loved the feeling so much that sometimes she felt herself starting to massage her crotch. It felt so much better than normal with a full bladder. She was very desperate now and could feel the pee trying to escape. She paused the game and held herself quickly, god she felt so good.
30 minutes on and she turned the game off, she couldn't play anymore as she was so distracted by the mass pressure in her bladder. She was fidgeting a lot and could feel the pee trying to force its way out of her pee hole and in to her panties and jeans. She still didn't know how far she wanted to go yet with this but she had to make her mind up soon. She got up and went upstairs to her room to scroll through Instagram. She lay on her front with her hand on her crotch and the other one holding her phone. Every now and then she would have to put the phone down and grab herself with both hands. She squirmed on the bed constantly trying to hold it in. She felt amazing like she was floating on air. She decided to not hold herself at all and see what would happen.
Not only 3 minutes after she decided to stop grabbing herself she felt an urge come over her. Her hand twitched automatically wanting to grab herself but she stopped it. She crossed her legs and fought of the urge herself. She squirmed on her bed whilst grabbing the covers and scrunching it up. She was still dry. She could feel the pee trying to explode out of her. If she got up to go to the toilet now she wasn't sure if she would make it without any leaking. She tried to go back on her phone but couldn't concentrate on it and ultimately put it down.
She continued to try not to grab herself but as another urge came over her she knew without assistance her bladder would give way. She could feel her muscles getting tired and every couple of seconds her bladder would spasm. She put her hand on her crotch and grabbed at her vagina. She some how stayed dry. Holly got up as she didn't want to pee on her bed and bent over quickly. The very act of standing up had made her leak... She could feel the pee make her panties damp and it spread throughout her vagina. She hobbled to the bathroom letting out two very small leaks along the way. She looked down and she saw a very small wet patch on her tight light blue jeans. She could feel herself get incredibly turned on by seeing this. She sat down on the closed toilet seat with her legs crossed and her hands tightly grabbing her crotch. She fidgeted and moved around constantly. She knew she wasn't going to last long now.
She held and held and held until her bladder seemed to try and push out her pee. She put as much pressure on as she could and crossed her legs as tight as possible only to feel a small trickle of pee make its way out of her. The small trickle didn't stop and had become a steady leak. No matter how hard she tried she couldn't stop it. She could feel her panties getting more and more warm and wet every second. She was starting to wet herself.
"oh my god" she whispered to herself, she was more turned on then she had every been. She was wetting herself like a little child and she couldn't stop it no matter how hard she tried. She stood up to try and hold it in better.
The small leak had now reached her jeans and she felt dampness on her fingers. She struggled for a couple seconds more until the escaping pee turned into a steady stream. Her tired bladder was pushing out its contents no matter what she did. In no time she was steadily soaking herself. She felt the warm urine spread throughout her butt and crotch and then down her legs. She saw a small puddle form at both her her feet as her jeans became more and more drenched. She finally let go knowing that she had lost the battle and felt the torrent of pee come bounding out of her now relaxed pee hold. The steady hiss and final relaxation made her feel so much pleasure she moaned. She though it was possible she had just orgasmed for the first time in her life. She felt the flow finally die down, her bladder thankful of the release. Holly looked down and saw the massive puddle under her. She put her hands down her trousers and felt her soaked panties. She started to rub...
30 minutes later she was lying on her bed in fresh clothes and having cleaned up her experience.She felt amazingly satisfied yet she wanted more. She knew she wouldn't leave it long to try that again. Maybe she would look up some challenges on the internet and see if she could complete them... |
Chapter 3. Internet Expirience.
Holly woke up and felt a familiar sensation in her bladder. She smiled, excited to venture into the taboo feeling again. She hadn't been home alone for ages but now she was. She had today all planned out:
1: Go to the toilet before bed but then drink two glasses of water before she slept.
2: wake up and act normal until her family left at 11am
3: Find a challenge to try and complete on the internet
She got up and realized her bladder was more full then she thought. Holly stripped off her baggy pajamas and slipped into comfy clothing for the day. She chose some grey jogging bottoms and a baggy long sleeve top (no bra). She put on some light blue panties underneath and some regular black socks.
Her parents where busy eating breakfast when she came in. She tried to stand normally even though the pressure in her bladder was surprisingly uncomfortable already. "Hey sweetie, Your dad and I are gonna head off in a bit and we wont be back until late. There is some pasta in the fridge for dinner." Her mum said before biting down on her toast. Holly went and poured herself some orange juice and got some toast.
She sat with her parents and chatted until they left. She couldn't help thinking it was lucky that they left as she was already finding it hard to sit still. She said her goodbyes and the front door closed. She stood there for a second excited about the day ahead of her.
She went upstairs and turned on her laptop, she typed up 'pee holding challenge' and too her surprise there where a lot of them. She picked one and read what it. First rule of the challenge was to not hold herself at all during the desperation. That was gonna be hard. Second rule was drink water every half an hour. Again, hard. The third rule really excited her however, Every 15 minutes spread your legs far apart for 1 minute and let every muscle (except the ones you need to hold in pee) relax.
She grabbed a glass of water and put on the tv. 15 minutes later she spread her legs and relaxed. It was difficult to hold it in like this even if she wasn't on the edge of an accident. She felt all of her body concentrate on her uncomfortable bladder. If she was to give it a number she would give it 7/10. She smiled, excited by how quick she filled up and how long she thought she could hold it. She gave herself a goal: if she made it to 8pm she could pee in the toilet. She liked having a goal even if she didn't really want to make it.
The more she thought about her need the more she felt tingly again just like last time. Not focusing on the tv she slowly slid her hand down under her waistband and panties. She smiled widely feeling such a sensation. She wanted to save it for later however and took her hand out... for now.
She did as the challenge suggested for the next 2 hours with growing desperation. She now couldn't sit still and she swore she nearly leaked when legs spread. Her hands wanted to hold her crotch to ease the tension and please herself but she kept stopping it from doing so. Another 15 minutes passed and she spread her legs again and relaxed. Her muscles in her bladder and vagina where now getting more and more tired each time. She closed her eyes trying to stay relaxed, she felt her self getting closer and closer to leaking. Her body suddenly tensed and her hands shot into her crotch as she leaked a small dribble of urine into her panties. Annoyed that she had held herself she sat on her hands but she could feel herself getting really turned on by the fact she was starting to have an accident already.
Another 15 minutes passed and she got up to get some more water. As she stood up she noticed how much she really needed to go. She was definitely a 9 now. She crossed her legs for a second and walked into the kitchen. As her glass filled up she had to cross her legs again and bend over. She tensed her muscles and felt another small dribble escape her. She drank the water and waddled to the stairs. She was close to having an accident now so she would go to her room. She sat on her bed and let her legs spread again relaxing everything but her vagina.
She couldn't do it for more than 15 seconds before having to close her legs again. She spread again determined to make it to the end and relaxed. She could feel the pee about to come out. She wanted to grab her crotch and close her legs. If she didn't she was gonna pee. But she was determined and kept them opened. She counted down the seconds increasingly doubtful she would make it. 10, 9, 8, It was on the edge, 7, 6, a dribble of pee started to come out and didn't stop, 5, 4, 3 she really could stop the small leaking, 2, 1. She clamped her legs shut and squeezed with all her might as a massive spurt erupted out of her. She managed to stop any leaking but got up instantly to see if it got on her bed. There was a damp stop the size of a dinner plate on her covers and her jogging bottoms had a large damp spot on her bum. She peeked at her light blue panties and saw them soaked.
She looked at this and felt massively turned on. This didn't last long however as another urge swept over her quickly and bent over, hands gripping her thighs and every muscle tensed to hold it in. She doubled over and tensed every thing she could to hold it in. She realised after a couple of seconds that she was leaking again. It wasn't small either. It was steadily going down her legs. She couldn't stop it no matter what she did. All she could do was escape to the bathroom as quick as possible to keep the carpets clean. She hobbled over still peeing in her clothes and opened the bathroom door. She looked down and saw the wet patch still travelling down. It reached her socks and she felt the warm pee cover them. She enjoyed the feeling on the pee coming out of her and straight into her now soaking cotton panties and grey jogging bottoms. She let go.
The pee came out with amazing force. She heard the hissing of the pee on her underwear and decided to sit down. She was still soaking herself on the floor for the next 45 seconds. And then it was over. She sat there in bliss. Every feeling in her body exploding. She slipped her hand down her waistband again and felt the soaked underwear. She pressed the wet material to her vagina and rubbed. The feeling erupted inside her as she got faster and faster...
11 am that night she lay in her fresh bedding browsing social media when a text came through. It was from Max.
'Hey Hols, Having a party at mine on friday... wanna come?'
She smiled. Her and Max had been getting really close since that day...
'Obviously'
Another chance to see Max was a good thing she thought. Tons of unpredictable things happen at parties... |
Chapter 4. The Party.
Holly was excited. She hadn't been to a proper party yet so this was a milestone in her life. She had asked her parents and they had agreed after hours of begging from her. She finished putting on her make up and looked at herself in the mirror. She couldn't help but notice how unfamiliar she looked to herself, She didn't normally wear dresses and put on make up. She was tonight however. Her phone went off.
"Hey Hols is Max! excited to see you at the party tonight!"
She smiled. The party wasn't the only thing she was excited about. Max had grabbed her attention lately. She had started to notice little things like his smile and how they attracted her to him. He was her first proper crush. He wasn't a cool guy by any means though, If anything it was weird that he was hosting the party. Max was just an average kid who didn't take shit from anyone and he made friends with everyone he knew. She was excited to see him tonight.
She got in the car with her mum and they drove to Max's house.
"Just remember to be sensible please sweetie" Her mum said as Holly got out of the car.
"Will do mum" She smiled back. Her mum hadn't given her a strict time to leave the party but asked that it wasn't too late. She said bye to her mum and got out the car. "Remember to drink lots of water!" Her mum called out as she drive off.
Holly walked up to the door and heard music playing in the house. Her stomach turned... this was where she had first wet herself. She looked over at the bush where she had peed. Had Max seen her without her panties on? She didn't know if she hated the idea of that or liked it. Tonight wasn't a night for her secret kink however. Tonight was a night for fun.
"Hey Hols" Said a voice behind her.
She spun around to see the front door had opened. It was Max.
"You gonna come in or..." Smiled Max. Holly could swear his eyes flicked to the bush where she was looking for a very small second.
"Sure, yeah" She smiled back.
The sight was amazing. People dancing. People Talking. People drinking. She looked around and her eyes fell on Max. He was looking at her too. She couldn't help thinking how nice he looked in his shirt.
"want a drink?" He said after a second. He returned with two beers, one for him and one for her.
"So what do we do at parties" Holly said anxiously.
"Well you start off by doing this..." He lifted the beer to his lips and chugged. He finished the entire can in one go and then laughed. Holly laughed too and did the same.
"What now?" she laughed.
"dance?" he replied slightly nervously.
"fuck yeah lets dance" She blurted out.
They had so much fun. For the next Two hours they danced and drank alcohol. She hadn't drank before but could tell she definitely enjoyed it. Her nerves had gone and any worries about the accident where forgotten. She also found that she thought less about what she said before she said it. She couldn't tell if this was a bad thing. She noticed once or twice that Max's eyes flickered to her chest but then drew back to her face right after wards. She didn't mind this at all.
After a while Holly and Max sat down on the sofa. They chatted about school and what they wanted to do afterwards. Max wanted a job where he could socialize with others. Holly didn't know what she wanted. They chatted and chatted. Holly was very much feeling the affects of the alcohol and found herself slurring a lot more than usual. She was having so much fun that she didn't realize yet how much she needed to pee.
"Hey Hols can i ask you something" Max asked now quieter then he had been. Holly was sure he was going to ask her out. Her heart started to race and she couldn't help smiling.
"Ye sure what is it?" She asked as if pretending not to know what was about to happen.
He was about to open his mouth when someone shouted.
"SPIN THE BOTTLE!"
Max looked at Holly and smiled. They both sat down in the circle as the game started. People where kissing each other all around them. Holly didn't want it to land on her unless she had to kiss Max. This would be her first kiss. It was now time for her to spin. She spun it. It went round and round and round until it finally landed on... Max.
YESSS! what where the chances of that?! Now she had an excuse to kiss him!
"I mean... guess we have too" She giggled nervously. He smiled and nodded. She leaned forward and closed her eyes. It seemed like eternity before her lips met his own. But eventually they did. They where soft and somehow strong at the same time. She felt her body explode with sensations. Her chest stirred, a now familiar tingling sensation came back to her crotch. She was noticing all these feelings again when she realized another feeling. She needed the toilet, she needed it badly. They where still kissing when she drew back.
She was about to ask him where the toilet was when he looked at her in the eyes and asked...
"Want to go somewhere more quiet?"
This was the moment she had longed for. All thoughts off toilets where pushed from her mind as she nodded.
Upstairs was a lot quieter. They reached his room and closed the door. She hadn't been here before and realized how nice his room was. He drew closer to her.
"You know Holly, I really like you" His voice was quieter now and more delicate.
"I really liked you too" She said nervously. Her bladder was so full it felt like she was about to burst any minute. She didn't want to think about that though.
He leaned closer and kissed her softly. The kissing was amazing. It grew less soft and more passionate after some time. She was pushed up against the wall gently by him. She felt amazing. He drew back smiling a lot.
"You're amazing" he said after a second. Holly caught his eyes flicker to her chest again. She didn't mind at all. She had chosen this dress so that her boobs where shown off a bit more than usual. She took his hand delicately and placed it on her breast. He drew in again and the making out continued. His hands explored her body. She could feel him exploring her stomach and neck and arms and thighs. She copied and softly put her hands on him. She undid his shirt buttons and felt his body. He wasn't muscular but he was toned. To her suprize her hands started to travel downwards. She found his jeans and grazed over his bulge. She stroked it and then cupped it.
It was perfect. Except one thing. She was so desperate to pee now it felt like the dam was about to burst right here. She didn't want to stop... She kept holding and holding until his hand started to travel down her belly. He was making his way to her crotch! His hand grazed her full bladder and she felt herself let a small bit of pee out. She felt it reach her panties and spread through her vagina.
She let her lips leave his.
"Hey I really need the toilet. Can you tell me where it is?"
"oh yeah... its ummm down the hall and to the left"
"Thanks" She said. She couldn't help feeling amazingly disappointed. Such a perfect moment. She didn't want him to feel like he did anything wrong so just to make sure he knew she approved of what he was doing she added. "I'll be right back" with a wink.
She was horrified that the upstairs bathroom had a line of 2 girls. They where both fidgeting. The first girl was actively holding herself and dancing. She had tears in her eyes.
"Hey, Someone passed out in the downstairs toilet so we had to come up here" One of the girls said.
A flush was heard and a guy came out of the toilet and went down the stairs. One of the girls went into the toilet leaving the other one out with Holly. Holly was now desperately dancing on the spot. How had she allowed it to get this bad?? She felt another small leak leave her and fall into her panties. She had to hold herself but couldn't in her tight skirt without hoisting it up. She felt another leak come out and wet her underwear even more. She was sure the wet spot was quite large now.
"Hey could i please go first when the other girl comes out please? I'm seriously on the edge" She asked.
"I don't know" replied the girl after a second "I'm also quite desperate"
"But i'm already starting to pee myself... Please" Holly begged. As another slightly larger leak hit her panties. She felt a drop of pee trickle down her leg. She was truly about to pee herself right there.
"fine but please be quick! I might pee myself if I don't get in there soon" She said.
The first girl didn't come out for another minute but when she did it was clear she hadn't made it. She was wearing a light blue jumpsuit which was soaked all the way down the right leg.
"I couldn't get it off in time" She said quietly "it was coming out before i had the top half over my chest"
Holly didn't listen though. She was rushed into the toilet and closed the door. As she locked the door her bladder gave way. She was so close to the toilet and peeing full force into her panties. She jumped over to the toilet and hoisted up her skirt. She could feel warm urine washing down her bare legs as she ripped off her panties and sat down on the toilet. She sat there for an entire 30 seconds peeing full force. She looked at her soaked panties and put them in the bin. There was no way she was going to be wearing those when she got back into Max's room.
"Hey are you done yet? I seriously have to go!" The second girl cried from out side.
Holly looked at her shoes. They where heels and she wasn't wearing socks. She grabbed toilet paper and dried her legs off and her heels off.
"Please it's starting to come out!" the girl shouted again.
"Just a second" Holly replied. She checked her dress for signs of dampness but found nothing.
Relieved and dry Holly got off the toilet and double checked everything again. It was lucky she wasn't wearing something as difficult to get out off as the first girl or she would be in the same situation.
"Fuck Fuck Fuck PLEASE let me in! I seriously cant ho... Oh shit... fuck... I cant... stop. It's coming out..." She was now banging on the door.
Holly unlocked the door and got knocked aside as the girl came striding in. She didn't bother closing the door but instantly ripped down her jeans and peed full force. The girl moaned. It was clear that she had barely made it judging by her light pink underwear which was now a much darker color.
Holly left the bathroom and closed the door for the other girl. She made her way back to Max's room stumbling slightly due to the alcohol in her system. She was turned on by all the wetting that had just happened to her and the others. She was so happy she was about to get in that room and possibly have sex with her crush!
She knocked twice on his door and opened it slowly preparing to launch herself back onto his lips. She stopped. He was lying down on his bed passed out. 'Fuck' she thought. She made sure he was safe and then left the room. She pulled out her phone and called her mum ready to be picked up.
Later that night she was lying in bed reliving everything that had happened from the making out to the bathroom incident. She found herself getting turned on again at all of it. She decided that she really liked alcohol. She wondered what this meant for her and Max... She hoped that she would soon get invited to another party of his... |
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This story was inspired by this thread.
Today, that exact fate befalls our gorgeous protagonist!
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Ban Sang-mi looked gorgeous. Her black leather skirt and black tights fitted perfectly with her flowing black hair and tanned complexion. She would really impress her friends while out tonight. Her boyfriend Min-Jun looked hot, too, in tight blue jeans and a leather jacket. They would definitely be the hottest couple in the bar, and it was a trendy bar, too. It was going to be a really fun evening.
It was a really fun evening. In fact, it was so fun that Ban Sang-mi was too distracted to use the toilet all evening, despite drinking several large cocktails. While Min-Jun had gone for a wee after a few drinks, she was so busy chatting to her friend Kim Ju-hwa that she didn't go, despite her bladder soon filling up.
"It'll be closing time in 10 minutes," said Min-Jun. "Finish up our drinks and let's go to catch the last train home."
"Oh, shame," said Sang-mi. "I'm having such fun." She looked at the time on her phone. It really was late. "It's been so lovely to see you, Ju-hwa. We'll meet up again soon, I promise." She stood up, and felt the sheer intensity of her urge. "Wow, I really need to wee," she said. "Excuse me, guys, I'm off to the toilets."
"Not surprising, given how much you drank," said Min-Jun. He watched his girlfriend's sexy bottom as she strode off to the toilets. Hopefully she wouldn't be too long.
5 minutes later, she still wasn't back. Min-Jun went off to the toilets to try to find her. Sure enough, she was squirming in the queue, with 3 ladies still in front of her.
"I'm sorry, there really isn't time for you to use the toilet here," he said. "You'll have to hold it until we get on the train. The last train leaves in 15 minutes."
"But...but..." she said, crossing her legs and putting her hand on her bladder. "I'm bursting. I can't hold it."
"I know," he said, "but you'll have to wait. I'm not getting a taxi all the way home for the sake of your knickers. You should have gone earlier."
"But I'll wet my skirt," she pleaded. Her knickers were still dry now, but they wouldn't be for long.
"Quite honestly, I don't care," said Min-Jun. "We're going to miss the train if you wait any longer. If you can't hold it, you'll just have to wet your skirt and shower when you get back. Come on."
Sang-mi sighed and winced in pain as she walked away from potential relief. It was just agony to be heading away from the toilet she yearned to use, but she knew her boyfriend was right. She should have gone earlier.
Ju-hwa was visibly concerned to see her in such pain.
"You didn't have time to use the toilet?" she asked, concerned. "Oh, you poor girl. I really hope you make it."
"She won't," said Min-Jun.
"You're so horrible to her," said Ju-hwa. "Sang-mi is the sweetest girl, and you keep on making her humiliate herself. It's gross, and I wish she'd stand up for herself."
"He's right, it's my fault," said Sang-mi. "I should have gone earlier. Goodbye..."
Min-Jun tugged on Sang-mi's wrist and led her out into the street. The cool air blowing through her skirt was tormenting her bladder, making her want to release it even more. How bad could it be to just wet her skirt? It's not like Min-Jun would mind. But she was going to try to be strong, at least. Try to hold it as long as she could.
Clutching her bladder and gritting her teeth, Sang-mi walked briskly onto the station platform. The last train was just pulling in. Min-Jun was right. If she'd used the toilet, they'd have missed it.
"There's a toilet on the train," he said. "See, you don't have to wet yourself after all, as long as you hold it a little longer."
"Thanks," she said. She bent forwards and gasped in pain as she clutched her bladder. She had lost count of just how much she had drunk, but it was far too much for her bladder to reasonably handle. Honestly, she was impressed she hadn't leaked yet. Most women would already be standing in a puddle by now. But Sang-mi was used to holding it to the limits of her endurance by now, and she would hold it until she absolutely burst. She wouldn't let her boyfriend see her humiliated so easily.
After waiting for the people alighting the train to leave, she and Min-Jun stepped on. She saw the toilet that she had been craving for the last few minutes, and the psychological strain was enough to make her leak. She gasped in pain as a spurt dampened her knickers, but it wasn't visible under her skirt. She staggered over to the toilet, and tried to open the door.
It was occupied.
"FUCK!" she said, in a very unladylike manner.
"Mind your language, young lady," said an old woman. "I can't believe women these days. So crude."
"I'm really sorry, I'm just bursting to wee and there's someone in the toilet," she said. "I'm worried I'll wet my skirt."
"Well, you'll just have to hold it," said the old woman. "And don't drink so much next time."
Sang-mi leaned against the wall of the toilet, whimpering in pain. She could feel another spurt coming, and she wouldn't be able to control it. A burst of wet warmth soaked the crotch of her tights before she regained control.
"You're starting to wee, aren't you?" said Min-Jun, with a visible bulge in his jeans.
"Yes..." she said, tearful. "Oh, please hurry up, I just can't hold it..."
Sang-mi knew her bladder was really starting to give way. Just a few more minutes, and she'd be spurting wildly down her legs all over the floor. She tried to hold off the next spurt as long as she could. Just as it felt inevitable, the toilet door finally opened.
"Oh, thank you..." she said to the old man emerging. Trying to stagger to the toilet without leaking, she felt another hot spurt soak her tights. She was losing control, and the sight of the toilet finally pushed her over the edge. Another spurt came, and another. By the time the door was closed, it wasn't even worth trying to take off her soaked tights. She pulled up her skirt, sat on the toilet, and simply pissed through her tights for a whole minute. It was ecstatic, shameful relief. She could see why some women were into omo, and, quite frankly, she was starting to enjoy it, too.
After trying to dry her tights a little with toilet paper and washing her hands, she stepped out of the toilet, blushing. Min-Jun could smell the wee soaked into her tights.
"So...you didn't make it," he said.
"No, I didn't," she said. "Completely wet my skirt."
Min-Jun chuckled, and rested his hand on her bottom.
Sang-mi took her phone from her skirt pocket and texted Ju-hwa.
"Didn't make it. Completely weed myself on the train."
Ju-hwa responded.
"Oh, that's just awful. I really had to go, too, but I just about made it home OK."
Sang-mi replied.
"Don't worry. My boyfriend will make it fun for me at home!"
After the train finally reached their stop, they alighted and began the shameful walk home. Sang-mi felt her wet tights cling to her legs. In the dark her accident wasn't visible, but Min-Jun knew. When they finally got home, Min-Jun immediately flipped his girlfriend's skirt and started feeling her crotch.
"You really did have a big accident, didn't you?" he said. "Come on, let's get these wet tights off."
He grabbed hold of them and yanked them down to her knees, taking her knickers down with them. He then undid his flies to reveal his cock. After laying his girlfriend down on the couch, he began to work her clitoris with his fingers. She moaned and squirmed until finally coming to an intense climax. While she was still gasping in pleasure, he slipped his cock into her wet vagina. Kissing her tenderly on the lips, he thrust hard into her until he came to orgasm himself.
"How did you enjoy that, babe?" he asked.
"It was great," she said. "I love when you're a bit more gentle."
"Good to know," he said. "You know, I liked it too."
They snuggled together for a few moments before heading for the shower.
Edited March 3, 2020 by Skirt Accident
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Nidley: A Night At The Theatre
Standing before the small pocket mirror, which to the small forest Kniv, was enough for her, Nidley huffed a grouchy sigh. Beside her, hanging from a small hook, was a long white gown that her Master had procured for the evening.
Balkanan Knivs were strange creatures when it comes to vanity. They did not care for clothes, nor did they have any shame in displaying their bodies, but sadly humans did not see it the same way.
“Why can’t I just go without anything on?” She huffed, slouching in front of the mirror, a moody sour glare as she pulled down the dress from its peg.
“Because if you’re going to mingle among the Capital, you need to show some decency. We’re not in Guilden, we’re in the city of Kings!” Sidmere declared proudly, clenching his fist. “Now enough with the huffing and get your gown on.”
She had tried to protest, but her Master would have none of it. Before long, Nidley was throwing the white gown over herself and struggling to find a hole to pop her head out of. “But I’m not a human! I shouldn’t have to wear these fancy-pants clothes! Kniv’s don’t wear clothes!”
Though they resemble humans in appearance, Kniv’s have long impish tails and bright colourful wings like a butterfly. In looks, Nidley did not look much different than an average girl; Her wide hazelnut eyes shone in the light and she often made a habit of wrinkling her small, button nose. But other than her wings and her tail, she did not draw much attention to herself.
She was no taller than a glass, no wider than a bottle, and she was a colourful pink. Her assets were small and did nothing to draw a leering gaze toward her. Her breasts were small, her backside ample and perfectly rounded and her legs were slender, but the more personal features of her body were concealed by a small dark patch that many Knivs were born with.
Nature’s loin-cloth, as many of her tribe would jokingly call it - a little patch of black that covered her Knivhood, as well as her chest, not that Nidley had much to cover there. She'd always been a little lacking in her maidenly assets.
With the turn of summer, her hair had turned a dark, burning red. All Knivs, being so intertwined with nature, underwent this change; their colours moved with the seasons, much like a tree. During winter, she’d go pale and her hair would be ice blue. Now, after the passing of spring, her skin was lightly tanned.
Tonight was a special night, one that Nidley’s master had been eagerly counting down the days to. He had been lucky to acquire tickets for a show that was playing in the Capital, and Nidley, who was curious to see a play, had begged her Master to take her along with him. And he agreed.
Nidley slipped into her shoes and brushed her hair until it was long and straight. A curtain of red covered her face and Nidley grinned, her fangs on show. “Master look, just like you showed me!” She swept her hair back and with her magic, wove a clip that would hold her hair.
Looking ready, she flew up above her changing area, spinning around and watching the bottom of her white gown twirl. “How do I look, Master?”
“Like you’re ready for a night at the theatre.” He chuckled to himself and straightened out his own jacket, fiddling with the ruffles of his sleeves. “How are you enjoying that gown? It was hard to find a tailor who could make a dress to fit a Kniv.”
“I don’t like it.” She proclaimed bluntly, though proudly displaying her fangs over a grin. “Being naked and free is much more comfortable! But I’ll tolerate it for one night because Master got it for me!” She smiled warmly, until she felt the fabric of her knickers nestling between her buttcheeks. “Gah! No wonder you humans are always so crabby.” She lifted her dress and span around, revealing her butt to Sidmere. “Why on earth do you wear these horrible things!?”
Sidmere leant forward and straightened his black hair in the mirror. “They’re not so bad, you’re just not used to wearing them.” He replied.
That was not a sufficient answer for Nidley. She wiggled her backside, trying her hardest to get the wrap of cloth unstuck from between her cheeks. When that didn’t work she cried out, hissed, and buried her hands down her knickers, clawing at them until she could wedge them out from between her butt. “It feels like my butt is eating them!” She yelped. “Ooh~” Her yelps became a pleasant sigh as she again relieved herself of the tight feeling between her cheeks.
“That’s it, get all your frustrations out now.” Sidmere jested as he fastened the buttons of his cummerbund.
The pair bickered, as they often did, for a short while longer while Sidmere got himself ready. Once he was dressed in his evening jacket, his hair was straightened and brushed back, and the fragrance of foreign perfume practically dripped from his figure, they were ready to head out.
“A spritz before we leave, Nidley?” He bent down, holding the perfume up to the Kniv.
“Sure!” She accepted with a jubilant grin, her tail wafting side-to-side.
She hopped from the table onto Sidmere’s shoulder and before she could settle down, was squirted by the bottle. The heavy cloud of thick, sweet spray caused the little Kniv to sneeze, her senses overwhelmed by the foreign fragrance.
“Okay then.” Sidmere turned to admire himself one last time in the mirror. “Let us be on our way.”
It was a warm summer evening in Eserith. Nidley rode atop Sidmere’s as they ventured out into the Capital. The tall buildings and long streets, populated by all manners of people were easy grounds for a Kniv to get lost. Though she preferred to spread her own wings and fly, in the cities, she did well not to stray far from her Master, always atop his shoulder and never venturing off on her own.
Human life was strange for the little Kniv, though she had lived among them for a few months she didn’t understand their desire for large grandiose buildings or long streets of finely polished stone that ran for miles. She was used to nature, to trees, her pathways being branches and her shelter being leaves, but she found amazement in their unnatural design. As well as the strange technology they had harnessed.
As they walked along the path, the street lights came to life with a quiet hum, lighting the way as night loomed.
They walked out into the main streets and gathered among a crowd of people. Nidley watched all around her as people passed, all dressed in their exquisite attire just like her Master; black evening jackets, ruffled sleeves and the distinct reek of fancy perfume.
Amidst all the excitement of the crowd, Nidley noticed something out of the corner of her eye. “Master! Look!” She yelled, clambering over his shoulders and hanging from his sleeve. “Look over there!” She pointed to two girls in a side-alley, perched down with their dresses hiked up, revealing their bare backsides. “Those two girls over there are doing dirty things!”
“Nidley!” Sidmere hissed, picking the Kniv up by her tail and sitting her back on his shoulder. “It’s impolite to stare. Especially when...” His cheeks started to glow as he cleared his throat. “Do not stare. Understood?”
The Kniv grinned, baring her fangs. “But I thought we weren’t allowed to do dirty deeds outside!”
They ventured along the streets, chattering, chasing, and conversing as they made their way to the large white building at the top of the hill.
“Is that the theatre, Master?” Nidley directed her tail toward the building.
“Indeed it is.” Said Sidmere. “The King’s Hall - The finest theatre in all of Eserith.”
The large white building on the hill stood as high as the sky, atop it a white dome made of polished glass. The grandest sight in an already beautiful city. The whole building was illuminated with lights and illusions glimmering from the stone, drawing all eyes to its majesty against the starry night sky. For Nidley, it conjured thoughts of the moon, a large beacon of light that blotted out any and all darkness. “It’s so pretty~” She said with starry eyes. “That’s where we’re going, right?”
With a proud grin, Sidmere nodded. He did not bother to ruin the magic with words.
They journeyed through the gates, and only from there did the Kniv’s interest grow. In the cold night, illusions danced in the air above; a large dragon flew overhead, it’s wings wafting could be felt as if it was there, then two knights exchanging fighting blows with their swords, purple sparks of magical energy raining down with each clash. It was magical, as if the very air was a theatrical performance itself.
She had been captivated by the illusions above; so much so that she had not noticed they were already at the entrance to the theatre.
The crowd had grown, the courtyard bulged with the city’s aristocracy and many had taken interest in Nidley. Conversations were dropped and eyes were cast to the Kniv riding among one man’s shoulders. Though, Nidley had not noticed, her attention was still on the glowing lights surrounding the hall. She had to lean back to see them, and beneath this large building, Nidley truly felt small.
“Now, Nidley, I know this is your first time attending a show. I must make it clear that once we are in the show, you are to remain quiet. It is frowned upon to disturb a performance so once we are in there - a vow of silence, understood?”
“Understood, Master!” Nidley, using her illusionary magic, created a zipper over her mouth and pretended to zip it shut, throwing away the key. It vanished in a puff of purple smoke.
Her Master smiled and gave her an accepting nod. “Excellent. With that said, what do you say to dinner before the show?”
The Kniv leapt up, tail swaying with excitement. She had not eaten since breakfast, deliberately waiting until tonight to sample the finest of human food. “Absolutely!”
After handing over their tickets, and receiving a queer stare from the boy taking them, the pair proceeded into the hall. Sidmere strolled past the young man in the booth, who continued to stare at the little oddity perched on his shoulder. As they passed, Nidley looked the boy dead in his eyes and hissed, baring her sharp fangs.
The young man turned pale as he witnessed the sight of her tiny plum-chompers. They were only good for chewing through soft food, but his pale visage made it obvious he did not know that. “That’ll teach you to stare~” Nidley giggled and waved goodbye to the young man.
He said nothing, standing still, as pale as snow, grasping his apron.
Inside the hall, the air was thick with the smell of tobacco. Nidley recognized it - the smell of sophistication as she’d heard many say. Though to her it was nothing more than the smell of vile smoke. The thick, fog-like air was too much for the little Kniv and she sneezed, but that did not stifle her curiosity. She watched from Sidmere’s shoulder, eyes gleaming, rushing to take everything in.
They pushed their way through the crowds, through the cloud of smoke and booming echoes of conversation. Nidley noticed that no person was without a glass, or two of wine or without a smoking pipe. A jolly old man dressed in a long black dress jacket told a joke and slapped his knee, conjuring up rousing laughter from his friends.
On the other side of the crowd, the overwhelming smell of tobacco faded and in its stead Nidley could smell the scrumptious aroma of an evening banquet. Meat, vegetables, something sweet that she could not tell the taste but it was on the tip of her tongue. It was all there. The Kniv licked her lips and after a rumble from her stomach, spurred her Master on toward the delightful aroma.
The dining hall proved to be sanctuary from the festivities occurring in the main hall. Families and friends sat, sipping soup and indulging in some pre-show refreshments. “Ooh, I see it!” Nidley sniffed at the air and pointed over to a large wooden table at the rear of the room, where a large delightful spread had been set.
Nidley quickly found herself the centre of attention once again; scores of people looked up from their bowls to examine the strange little creature. She found their glances curious; was it so interesting that a Kniv was sat upon a mans shoulder? “Master,” Nidley whispered, tugging on Sidmere’s shoulder, “everybody is looking at us again.”
“Of course they are. Kniv’s are a rare sight in Eserith.” He calmly replied.
“So they all just want to look at me?” She huffed. “That seems kind of boring.” And then an idea. Nidley stood up and spread her wings. “Then I better give them a reason to stare!” She cackled and leapt from her Master’s shoulder.
Spreading her wings, Nidley took flight and sped off toward the buffet, soaring through the smokey air, whizzing past the heads of the people who’d stopped to stare at her. “Come on, Master!” She turned over, flying backwards, and cheered to Sidmere. “Last one to the buffet is a BIG STINKY LOSER!” She blared, pointing her tail to the large table behind them.
She flew over the buffet table, looking down at the treats on display with wide, hungry eyes. The smell was wondrous, a true feast for the senses. From above, Nidley spied roast ox, lightly seared, spiced pork with a small ring of fruit, buttered roast potatoes and a silver tray of steamed vegetables stewing in a juice of herbs and spices.
It was all too much, the little Kniv couldn’t contain herself. Using her own illusionary magic, she wove a plate from magical energy, dived down into the banquet and began eagerly picking at the potatoes and vegetables with a skewer wrapped around her tail.
Sidmere approached through the people gathered around the banquet table, in part for the feast and part to watch Nidley pick her food. He looked less than amused, his hands behind his back and his eyes wide, nostrils flaring.
“Oh hi, Master!” Nidley smiled like nothing was amiss, clutching a plate of vegetables and a skewer of meat wrapped around her tail.
Her Master sighed, rubbed the bridge of his nose and reluctantly wove a plate for himself with his own magic. “You love to make an introduction, don’t you?” He said with words that had lost all meaning.
“Isn’t this what Theatre is all about?” Nidley giggled as she pierced a carrot with a skewer.
He didn’t answer. The pair filled their plates in silence. Though Sidmere kept some dignity about himself and prepared only a small dinner, Nidley had skewered as much of the veg as she could. They found a table, away from the gawking crowds and settled for dinner.
After they had finished eating, Sidmere pushed his empty plate away and rose to his feet, dabbing his chin with a napkin. “I’m going to get a glass of wine. Would you care for one, Nidley?”
“Wine?” The Kniv tilted her head. “Oh! That’s the dizzy juice, right?” The words were more than enough for her to stick out her tongue and grimace. “Ugh, no! It tastes like butt and makes me go all fuzzy!” She flew up and glanced over his shoulder toward the bar. “Ooh! It’s one of those places! Like a fancy tavern! See if they have juice! The tasty kind, the one with all the berries!”
“Of course.” Sidmere nodded. He removed his long black coat and wandered over toward the bar, leaving Nidley to sit and pick the debris from her teeth with the point of her tail. “I made sure to get the smallest glass.” He told her upon returning, a tiny glass of dark purple juice in his hand. In the other he carried a glass of white sparkling wine.
“Ooh~ Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!” Whether it was all that horrid tobacco smoke, or the well salted meat Nidley couldn’t tell, but she had conjured a raging thirst. “I’m parched~”
Her Master sat the glass down beside her, and desperate to soothe that raging first, Nidley flew up to the rim of the glass, eager for that first cool sip. “Now, Nidley, make sure not to drink too much.” Sidmere warned her.
But it was too late. Already the little Kniv had clapped her hands together, woven a straw, and was slurping down the glass of juice as if it was the nectar of life. It was delicious, ice-cold, and just what she needed for her parched lips.
Her loud slurps rang rudely around the hall as she sucked away at the straw, gulping down everything until there was not a single drop left. “Pwah!” The Kniv sighed, following it up with a loud belch. “That hit the spot!”
Sidmere could only look at the empty glass in disbelief. It was half of Nidley’s height, and she had downed the drink like it was nothing. “You are finished then?” He asked, knowing her answer, but being polite.
“Yep!” She replied, wiping the juice from her lips. “What do we do now, Master!?” She leapt up, hopping on her feet with excitement.
Sidmere finished his wine, sat the glass atop the table and gestured for the Kniv to sit atop his shoulder. “I suppose we should get to our seats. The show will be starting soon.” As Nidley sat down, he looked over his shoulder, and quietly asked. “You remember what I mentioned outside of the Theatre, correct?”
“Uh-huh!” Again Nidley wove a zipper over her mouth and pretended to throw away the key. “Not a peep!”
“Excellent.” Sidmere returned a proud smile. “Then let us be on our way.”
The theatre was enormous, the ceiling reaching up so high she could hardly see all the way up. On both sides of the chamber were balconies, decorated by columns and curtains. She could only imagine the view from them.
“Oh wow!” Nidley crooned, rolling onto her back and hanging from her Master’s shoulder, looking up like she could see the very heavens above.
The whole room was bright red and trimmed with gold, and at the front of it all stood a tall wooden stage. She couldn’t see much, a large curtain covered most of it, but beneath Nidley could see feet rushing around behind it.
Sidmere walked to their seats with the Kniv perched on his shoulder. The whole time Nidley scurried on his shoulders rushing to take in everything of the majestic hall.
As they took their seats, Nidley looked around as the other people too took their seats. Suddenly, she felt a cold shiver, and a mild discomfort between her legs. “Master? Is there…” Before she could say another word, Nidley watched a swarm of people entering the hall. She grew nervous seeing a crowd of people that she could easily get lost among. “You know what - nevermind.”
“Is something troubling you?” Sidmere raised an eyebrow. “If there is best you say it now.”
“It’s fine.” She waved it off and sat down atop his shoulder. “It’s not too bad.” She whispered to herself.
The crowds entered and the theatre filled up fast. Before long every seat was taken and the roars of conversation echoed to the high ceilings. There were discussions and speculations among people around her - who would be the stand out actor? Would this be as good as the performance they saw the week before? - things of that nature.
That all changed shortly after, as the theatre lights dimmed and the conversations became nought more than murmurs. The only light left burning was right above the stage, drawing everybody’s attention to it.
“GOOD EVENING, ONE AND ALL!” A tremendous voice boomed through the chamber. “I HOPE YOU ARE ALL SITTING COMFORTABLY FOR TONIGHT’S PERFORMANCE.”
Finally, this was it - The moment Nidley had been waiting for. Her first live performance.
For the first twenty minutes, as the pompous men on the stage introduced themselves and the story that they would be telling, Nidley sat as quiet as a mouse atop her Master’s shoulder. Every word, every half-witted joke that conjured a chuckle or two, and every gag, she listened to, her legs crossed and her head resting in her hands.
Everything was fine, but as the play went on, her thoughts slowly began to stir and by the twentieth minute, the little Kniv had lost any focus she previously had on watching the antics on the stage. Instead, she was whisked away by thoughts of water stirring inside her, rocking her stomach and finally calling out with a quivering between her legs.
Her mind had wandered down to her bladder, now that all the juice that she had slurped down before the show was settling in her lower tummy, finding a comfortable place between her thighs. A small-sized cup for a human was still a fair-sized cup for her, and Nidley could quickly feel herself filling.
I shouldn’t have drunk all that juice! She thought to herself regretfully. As they say in the Knivish tongue, the young Kniv was feeling the urge to “Water the plants!”
The crowd erupted in audible laughter as a rotund maiden’s skirt split, much to the dismay of the two actors beside her. Nidley paid it no mind as she was drawn to her own embarrassing issue; one that if she couldn’t relieve herself of would be much more humiliating than a tear down her dress. For now, she had no choice but to endure it.
She could wait until intermission. For now she just had to make herself comfortable and avoid drawing any attention to herself. She wiggled herself along Sidmere’s shoulder and cozied up beside his ear. She wrapped her legs together, tightening them, the feeling of moving her muscles stirring her bladder and shaking her, making the Kniv grimace as each jiggle of her thighs brought the desires of her bladder to the front of her mind.
From all of her wiggling, her bladder retaliated, rocking her with a wave of desperation and sending a wave of sudden discomfort shooting through her body.
I must endure it, at least until the intermission. She told herself, reinforcing her will.
A few more minutes had passed, but for Nidley it felt like a whole hour had passed. She could only ignore the blistering pain welling between her legs for so long. She hunched up, closing her legs and crossing them, pressing her heels beneath her dress and up against her Knivhood. There was a tickle of soft cotton against her lips, and in shame, Nidley found it quite pleasurable. It brought some relief from the cumbersome urges, but she could feel them growing with a burning intensity with each passing second.
I can’t hold it for much longer! She huddled up, her whole body quivering.
Soon, the desires, the waning strength, the bulging in her lower tummy, it got to be too much. Not even the weight of her heels pressing against her Knivhood could quell her bladders desire for watery relief any longer. Nidley huffed a grouchy sigh. She had grown desperate enough to ponder tugging on her Master’s collar and asking, no, begging, if she could be excused to relieve herself, but to see Sidmere so enthralled in the play deflated that idea in an instant.
Instead, Nidley whimpered, rocking back and forth to ease herself. She buried her head in her knees, seething with frustration as her bladder swelled, persisting with its desire for relief, refusing to hold back the flood with sheer will alone. Her Knivhood, winced, protesting her refusal to pester Sidmere during his show.
It’s just a little longer! Five minutes at the most! I can hold it for five more minutes! Once intermission comes, I’ll ask Master if we can go to the lavatory. Nidley pushed her hands into her heels and resumed watching the play unhindered with a moody glare.
“Perhaps thou shalt look more appealing to our lady with some make-up!” A man in a wig with a pompous accent jested, his voice booming over the chuckling audience.
The audience erupted in laughter as he produced a pie and slammed his friends face into it, covering the poor lad in cream. The laughter grew; Sidmere too, chuckled at the antics of the on-stage duo, which did Nidley no pleasure as the Kniv was jostled up and down on his shoulder like a ship in a storm.
She groaned, the contents of her little bladder sloshing and swirling wildly like a drunks tankard. It caused her great discomfort, an agony unlike any she had known that left her whimpering. She bit down on her lips and hissed, tightening her hold on her Knivhood. With her tail, she wrapped herself around a strand of Sidmere’s hair and steadied herself until the comedic antics had ceased.
Five more minutes, five agonizing minutes that felt as if they had no end, and finally, like a single drop of teetering dew atop a leaf had fallen, Nidley felt her resolve slowly trickle away under the weight of her bladder. The discomfort was too much, the pain that sent shivers throughout her body made it feel as if she was carrying the weight of the ocean in her tiny bladder.
Nidley could only bite down on her lip, pressing her fangs against her lips and whimpering. She squeezed her heels deeper against herself, grabbing at herself with her fingers too. It was all hands on deck, anything to ensure that she would not flood her gown.
Right now, the Kniv knew she wouldn’t make it to intermission, that one brief moment of weakness where it felt as if an accident was inevitable had undone her. It was all she needed to muster the courage to call for her Master’s attention.
With his dark hair, and expressionless visage, Sidmere looked a truly fearful beast in the shadow of the halls.
Like a shy child quivering at the hands of an intimidating beast, Nidley struggled to take the first step for his attention. She slowly got to her feet, her legs quivering. They felt heavy, like she would collapse. After a deep breath, Nidley raised her tail slowly and with a gentle tap, signalled for Sidmere’s attention. “M-Master?” She squeaked, tapping his cheek again. “Master?”
He swatted away her tail as if it were a fly. That was not enough to deter Nidley, who persisted in begging for his attention. Finally, he looked over his shoulder and with a merciless glare, placed a finger over his lips and gestured for the Kniv to be quiet.
“It’s important.” She whispered, tugging on his ear. “R-Really important.”
Sidmere sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose, as he often did when frustrated. “Your vow of silence Nidley - Honour it.” He whispered and returned to watching the play.
Nidley huffed, crossed her arms and bore her fangs in a childish protest. Being scolded, especially when she desperately needed his attention frustrated the Kniv to no end. She sat back down, legs crossed and glared at nothing, grasping herself, fingers deep between her knickers, to keep her bladder at bay.
Out of spite, she pondered squatting down, pulling her knickers aside and relieving herself on his shoulder. That would’ve made her point well enough - having a stream of hot pee dripping down his precious dress jacket.
She knew that her Master was not one to be easily distracted during a performance, but right now, as she felt her faucet slowly turning, tightening around her belly, the Kniv knew she had no choice.
Courtesy of her contract with Sidmere, Nidley was to obey anything she was told. Right now, she was to honour the vow of silence she had promised her Master. That meant there was not to be a peep from her. If she was to get her Master’s attention, she would need to do it without uttering a word.
Then, a moment of inspiration struck. It may have been the best idea the Kniv ever had. If she could not speak, then she would simply draw out what she was trying to say. Her Master may have prohibited her from speaking, but there was no rule to say she could not use her illusions and manifesting magic to draw out what she so desperately needed him to know.
As the old adage goes: True words are spoken from the heart. And right now Nidley’s heart wanted nothing more than to pee.
She climbed up to her feet, only to be caught off-guard by a surge of desperation that shook her whole body and caused her to tremble at the knees. She grimaced, teeth grinding and squeezed her thighs together until it subsided. Ignoring it, that was all she had to do for now. Channelling a faint trace of magical energy, her tail began to glow a lowly purple.
As magical energy took a users body and their strength to channel it, that meant Nidley was not fully committed to holding herself, and she began to feel it fast. She could feel herself growing weak. Through the flaring of her magic rushing through her veins, there again was the burden of her bladder bulging between her legs, calling her, begging her, urging her to pee. Nidley thought nothing of it, and through the shakes and unending pain, gritted her teeth and focused solely on her magic.
Like an artist painting on a canvas, Nidley flicked her tail against the air, the tip leaving a line of glowing magical energy. It hung in the air, glowing a dim purple. She drew a glass first, followed by a large pitcher of water above it that filled the tiny glass. She painted quickly, spurred on by desperation. The glass overflowed as she painted the water spilling from the pitcher into it, pouring endlessly.
Again, She pulled on her Master’s ear fiercely, and when he glanced down, Nidley pointed frantically to the image she had drawn hanging in the air. Please get it! She begged, but alas, Sidmere scowled and brushed away the image with a wave of his hand. It dissolved in the air, particles of magical energy slowly raining over the Kniv and fading away. “Now is not the time for games, Nidley.” He whispered.
She scowled, tail lashing in anger. She conjured more magical energy against the protest of her bladder, and tried again. This time she created a small bush and hovering above it was a mighty rain cloud, drenching the poor little bush in a mighty shower.
The drawing, much like her first was, was tantalising, the faint glowing picture was enough to tease her bladder to the point of bursting. A bush being watered by a stream of water. What she wouldn’t give to be the one doing the watering.
Tapping Sidmere on the shoulder, Nidley began frantically pointing at her picture. “Hmm…” She muttered, unable to speak.
Again, her Master shook his head and waved away the image. “We can discuss the weather during the intermission.”
Nidley shook her head, steaming from her ears. Neither picture had worked, and for the third try she knew she would just have to be blunt. So much for subtlety. A commode, she’d just have to draw it, one of those strange bowls humans sat on to do their dirty deeds. Again, her tail swished through the air, painting with magical energy.
As she tried to draw the toilet, a striking twinge from her bladder struck Nidley with a fierce burning that welled up between her thighs. “Umm…” She hissed, biting down on her lip and crossed her legs, again squeezing her thighs and hobbling up and down desperately. Her thoughts now lingered on how desperately she needed to pee, it clouded her mind, completely dominating her thoughts, but she finished.
For the final time, she pressed her tail against Sidmere’s cheek and poked at him for his attention. This time he ignored her, and steaming at the ears, Nidley started stamping on his shoulder and pulling at his collar. “Hmmmm!” She muttered angrily. “Hmmmmm!”
He glanced out of the corner of his eye, and leaping on that chance, Nidley began frantically pointing at her painting. “What is it?” He furrowed his brows in angry curiosity.
“Hmmm!” Nidley turned to look at her illusion and upon seeing what she had truly drawn, leapt and fumed up, steaming with anger.
It was not a toilet, but rather a bunch of purple scribbles hanging in the air. What she thought to be an illustration for the toilet was actually just a jumbled mess of scribbles like a finger-less child had been set loose on a canvas.
But it worked. Finally, realizing this would continue until she was free to speak, Sidmere gave her permission to speak. “Make it quick. What do you have to say?” He uttered angrily.
She could speak again! And not a moment too soon. The Kniv waddled to her Master’s ear, keeping her tail tucked between her legs. “I n-need… to do a dirty thing.” She whispered like a whimpering child, hobbling on foot. “You know… w-watering the plants.” She slid down to her knees, squeezing her legs together and pushed the length of her tail against herself.
Upon hearing those words, Sidmere’s eyes shot up and finally he took some notice of why the Kniv had been desperately vying for his attention. Still, he showed little sympathy to her plight, and rather showed frustration, rubbing the bridge of his nose and exhaling.
The calm, focused stare of a man who was not just watching, but analysing every moment of a rousing theatrical performance was now the glare of a man rattled by an easily-avoided inconvenience.
The tip of his finger started to glow and Sidmere flicked it against the air, writing subtly to avoid drawing attention. “I warned you not to drink that whole glass. You should’ve gone before the play started.” He wrote out with magical energy.
More magical energy, the thought made Nidley grimace. “I didn’t have to go then.” She replied, spelling out her own words with a swish of her tail. “Can I please be excused?” She continued frantically swishing her tail to spell out the words as quickly as she could. Each second channelling magical energy was another second she was growing weak at the knees.
“It is poor manners to get up during a performance.” Sidmere scowled as he wrote out the words. “Can you not wait until intermission?”
“No.” She replied, and as if her bladder knew, a violent twinge shook her legs, the pain was so great she bent over in pain, grasping between her legs. “P-Please, Master… I’m about to have an accident here. I’ll be quick, I promise.” This time she could not write out the words.
Sidmere gave in, but not without showing his frustration. He buried his head in his palm and took a breath deep enough to interrupt the lady beside them. He flexed his hand, his finger still glowing. “Very well, but be quick.”
“Thank you!” She out spelled out her gratitude and encased it within a large drawn heart. Seeing those words filled her with undeniable glee. Without pause, she shot up from her Master’s shoulder and let her wings carry her over the audience and back out into the corridors.
There was only one problem, and it had not occurred to her until now. Nidley stopped and looked up and down the corridors. With a whimper, she froze and remembered. “W-Where even is the lavatory?”
The corridors did nothing to help Nidley navigate. For a few minutes, the Kniv wandered hopelessly, flying through the air with her tail tucked tightly between her legs. “Where’s the lavatory?” She cursed, puffing out her cheeks.
There was only so much aimless wandering Nidley could do before she started searching every room she passed.
“Toilet?” The first room was not a toilet.
“Commode?” The second room she found was not a commode.
“Pee-Place?” The third room was not that either.
None of the rooms she peeked into were the lavatory, and after so long Nidley was struggling to even keep herself up with her wings. The strain on them was heavy, like she was being weighed down. She could only fly so far before her wings started to beat wearily and she needed to rest.
The Kniv found herself in the dining hall that she and her Master had come into for dinner before the performance. She landed on the stairwell, perching herself on the banister and pressed her butt down to stifle the twinges between her thighs. “Umm~” She sighed, shifting her cheeks across the polished wood. “I need to go~”
She surveyed the hall from her little position, scouting for the lavatories, but still she couldn’t see them. “Ooh, why are they so hard to find?” Nidley huffed.
And then, she had quite the sinful idea, one that made her little cheeks burn up. Since the dining hall was empty, Nidley pondered finding something she could use as a lavatory. A plant or maybe even an unattended bottle. She could do her dirty deeds in either and dart off before she could be seen.
Right now, she couldn’t even keep herself in the air for long and it was only going to get worse for her. “Surely I could be forgiven right?” She pondered, the tip of her tail scratching her chin. And then, she saw something gleaming in the dining hall. “Or better yet…” She grinned, baring her fangs. “I don’t have to be forgiven if nobody sees me~”
Two tall silvery glasses sat on a silver tray, and beside them a tremendously-sized bottle of that strange stuff human’s liked to drink. Nidley could never remember the name. But one of those tall glasses, with the bottle of drink to conceal her would be perfect.
It was the perfect crime. It would be just like back home in Fort Victoria - Whenever nature called and she couldn’t make it back to her chambers, she scampered into the nearest plants and slyly squatted down to do her business in the soil instead.
It wasn’t one of those strange bowls humans did their dirty business in, but Nidley didn’t care. Not that she would’ve cared; she was too small to use those bowls anyway, and the last time she had attempted to use one she had almost fallen in, having lost her footing as she squatted at the edge of the seat.
“I guess the glass will do.” She shrugged. “I just have to be zippy-quick~” She giggled mischievously.
She spun around, scouting out the hall and making sure nobody was around to witness her uncivilized use of the glass. She couldn’t see a soul in sight, though she did hear sounds coming from the kitchen; a few pans rattling and the screams of a very angry man. That didn’t matter to her, and it didn’t worry her as long as nobody came out.
She spread her wings and zipped over the tables, flying toward the silver tray. Since nobody was around, she was free to prepare herself beforehand; already Nidley had lifted her skirt and propped it up with her arms, uncovering her bare thighs and a peek of her white frilly knickers. A stray breeze caught her beneath the dress and the Kniv giggled as it tickled her thighs.
Flying down and hovering herself over the glass, Nidley snapped her fingers and vanished her knickers. With her nether-reigions exposed beneath her dress, she lowered herself and plopped down on the rim on the rim of the glass. A fang-baring grin adorned her face… until the cold frosted glass greeted her bare backside and Nidley, unsuspecting of her little rose meeting such a cold surface, hopped up and grasped her round, numbed cheeks.
“Gaah! C-C-Cold! C-Cold butt.” She yelped, her teeth chattering. She could feel just how blue her peachy little cheeks were. Her long white gown fell back down and covered her up. Angry, the little Kniv spun around and scowled at the glass, baring her fangs in an attempt to intimidate it.
The glass returned her scowl through its frosted reflection.
After a moment to prepare her butt for the freezing trial ahead, Nidley tried again. She dropped her seething scowl, sighed and again hiked up her dress. “You won’t be so cold when I’m done with you, you dumb glass.”
This time the rims icy cold welcome didn’t bother her. She rested her butt on the rim, straddling the glass between her legs to balance herself. The chill of the glass made her palms grow numb. She wiggled her butt and shimmied herself backward, giving her spout enough room so she wouldn’t dribble over the glass.
Her long white gown fluttered down and covered her up. “Okay~” She mumbled. Nidley relaxed, straddled the glass even tighter and gave her bladder a gentle push. But before the first drop could even dribble, the tray began to rattle.
Suddenly, Nidley started jiggling. Her whole body was shaking against her will, and it played havoc with her bladder. The little Kniv seethed, biting into her lower lip. The whole tray was rattling, the glasses, the bottle, the silverware, it rattled and danced, shaking around the tray.
It didn’t take her long to realize the cart was moving, but she had realized it too late and the sudden jolt as it moved into motion was enough to knock Nidley off the bottle and onto the silver tray. She landed with a heavy clank, her bare arse raised in the air. “Oww~” She moaned, rubbing her cheeks.
“So this is to go up to Lord Donnecker in the balconies?” A young girl asked.
Nobody had noticed her yet, the tall bottle had concealed her. Nidley cheered, she was free. For now. She hid herself behind the bottle of dizzy juice and peered up, sighting a young girl dressed like the servants she had seen earlier.
“Indeed it is.” An older gentleman replied. “Lord Donnecker enjoys a glass of frosted champagne during the intermission. Have these glasses been cleaned and frosted adequately?” He asked, his voice pretentious and droll, like all the fancy people she had seen tonight. “My Lord will not tolerate mediocre refreshment.”
The cart again started moving, and Nidley found herself moving through the halls. She grumbled, lashing out at the steel with her tail. This isn’t exactly what she desired and to make matters worse the rattling of the cart was shaking her bladder. Every second she winced as the stuttering silver shook her water around, making her legs quiver.
It had already dawned on the desperate Kniv that she couldn’t do it here. She couldn’t do anything while that girl was there. It had been a stroke of pure luck that they hadn’t noticed her sitting atop the glass with her bare butt dangling over it like it was a commode.
And then, inspiration struck. If Nidley could not move while the girl was there, then she’d simply need to move her instead. Again, her talent for illusions would be useful. With her hands… between her legs, she’d again rely on her tail for casting.
With a swish, she channelled a small amount of magical energy to the tip of her tail. Under the stress of the gathering magic, Nidley began to tremble, her whole body seized and she was forced to stop channelling by a violent twinge up her Knivhood. “T-This is getting harder to do…” She said with a grimace, biting her lower lip.
With a flick, the Kniv summoned the illusion of a small rat from her magical energy. The bushy little creature came to life and immediately scuttled up to her. Nidley reached out and gave her summon a kind pat on the head. “Okay, little fella, your creator has a very important task.” She paused, again seizing up. She wrapped her tail around herself and squeezed her thighs together. “Y-Your Master really needs to do d-dirty things, and I need you to jump from this cart and give that human the scare of a lifetime.”
Understanding its Master’s command, the rat squeaked and without hesitation leapt from the cart. It landed and began to scurry around the girls legs.
A loud shrill squeal that captivated pure terror sundered the corridors. “R-RAT!” The girl yelled. “R-R-RAT!” She continued to scream.
“Good job, my pet!” Nidley said gleefully, grinning. “Now go scuttling off down the hall and get that silly human to chase you.”
She heard the pitter-patter of quick feet escape along the floor. “It’s heading for the dining hall!” The girl screeched, and with it, she followed, calling for the Chef.
With the server out of the picture, Nidley could finally escape. The plant was just a few feet ahead. Nature’s commode, doing it there would just be like doing it back home. She sighed, her tail waving from side-to-side. Not long until she could relieve herself now.
With her wings spread, Nidley leapt from the cart and darted toward the plant pot. She was bursting, close to the point of going in her gown. She didn’t even have time to properly land and instead relied on the soft soil to cushion her fall. With a little yelp, the Kniv fell face first into the dirt.
She had been lucky enough to vanish her evening wear during the jump, but that came at a price. Nidley shuddered, feeling another dribble from her spigot. That small doing of removing her dress had been more magical energy than her body could bear and her Knivhood quivered. Her lower lips twitched and a spurt of hot pee shot out into the palm of her hand, soaking her fingers. “Ooooh~” She whimpered, sinking her fingers between her dripping lips.
This was her limit, she could feel it. Her lower lips were quivering feverishly. She felt like she couldn’t contain herself any longer. Thankfully for little Nidley, the Motherling was watching over her during this bout of pee-holding as the Kniv had been lucky to find herself concealed in the large thick shrubbery of a potted plant.
Peering out from the leaves, Nidley saw the grand hall where she had come in. It was deserted, and under the cover of this tree, she had finally found somewhere private she could relieve herself. “Haa~ Motherling smile upon me.” She cried with joy.
This was it, finally. She hunkered down beneath the leaves, patting the soil to flatten it out, a Knivish habit that was yet to curb since living among humans. Though she had seen the many advancements humans have made, Nidley was not one above squatting down and leaving a warm damp patch in the soil. The feeling of the soft soil between the toes, the earthy smell, the gentle dance she’d do as she squatted down, it all reminded her of home.
She closed her eyes, imagining herself home in the forest. It was just like being under the shade of a giant tree once more and Nidley never thought she would feel nostalgic for peeing beneath a tree. Again, she wiggled her backside and relaxed, letting the metaphorical spigot turn.
“IT WENT INTO THAT PLANT!” A girl screamed. “IT’S IN THE PLANT!”
Suddenly, Nidley opened her eyes, panic and confusion engulfing her. “W-What?” She panicked, hopping up to her feet and covering her nethers with her tail. "I wasn't about to pee, I swear!"
The rat she had summoned earlier had returned to her, and even worse it had brought some friends along with it. Before she could say anything, Nidley saw movement in the hall.
“WHERE IS THAT FILTHY RAT!?” A loud man with a thick accent screamed. “I’LL CRUSH IT AND SERVE IT TO THE PEASANTS!”
A large object came bearing down on the plant and without time to think, Nidley knew she had to get out of there. She could see the man was holding something long, like the handle of a broom and she didn’t wish to become a pancake.
“IT’S IN THE PLANT!” The girl continued to panic. “G-GET IT! CRUSH IT!”
The man brought down his mighty weapon atop the plant, crushing it. Nidley couldn’t quite see what he was wielding, but if it was a broom he had struck it with power. The whole plant was almost crushed, leaves and dirt raining through the air. If she had been there in the middle of that, she would’ve been more than a Kniv pancake.
She spread her wings and flew upward, toward a ledge that housed the bust of an old grouchy looking man. Her little heart was racing, sweat was dripping down her face. Somehow neither the fear or desperation had undone her, and the Kniv kept herself nice and dry.
She landed atop the ledge, wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead and took a deep breath. She may have been on the verge of soiling herself, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t appreciate that she hadn’t been flattened.
“I t-think you got it.” The girl said calmly, the first time she had been calm all night.
“Of course I got it!” The man replied proudly. “I will not have filthy rats in my kitchen or my halls! Come on! We’ve got to get another serving of Champagne ready!”
And just like that, her hopes of relief had been crushed just like the plant she so desperately wished to water. With a sombre scowl, Nidley looked down at the plant, fidgeting at the thought that it would remain dry until the end of time.
Right now, she had to make herself decent. She again snapped her fingers and re summoned her evening wear, but this time Nidley succumbed to the fatigue that came with spellcasting. Just as she had praised herself for staying dry, she felt another quiver between her legs and her bladder trembled under the weight of weakness.
A spurt of pee came gushing from her Knivhood, dampening her freshly-summoned knickers. “Aah~” Nidley whimpered, pressing her thighs together and rubbing them feverishly against one another, frowning at the feeling of a fresh spurt of pee now dribbling down her bare legs. It had been such a mighty spurt that not even her knickers could contain it.
She was teetering right on the edge of soiling herself, like she was balancing a glass of water that had been filled to the rim. It would wobble and a few dribbles would escape but for now the glass itself had not spilled. That’s what it was like for the Kniv and her poor bladder.
Under her crushing desperation, Nidley had another bout of inspiration. She snapped her fingers and grinned, showing off her fangs to the ugly stone bust. She was full of ideas tonight, almost as full of them as she was with pee, and that was quite a bit.
“I hope you don’t mind~” She said to the stone bust, which said nothing in return. “But I’m going to do something behind you… nnnothing bad, I promise.” She smiled and petted the bust’s nose.
Again, the bust said nothing.
Nidley rushed around the back of the bust, hands fiddling with the hem of her dress until she could get it hiked up. “Ooh~ Have to pee~ Have to pee~” She was just about to squat down and pull her knickers aside when the ledge began to quake. There was a loud bang that trembled the walls and ledges violently.
“W-Woah!” Nidley yelled, letting go of her dress and tumbling forward. The tremors kept quaking beneath her little feet and she couldn’t stop herself. Nidley fell forward, toward the edge of the ledge, nearly going over it.
Before she could fall, the Kniv managed to wrap her tail around one of the railings holding the ledge up. “O-Ow!” She cried, her whole body jostled by the shock of grasping to the railing. “Uhh~” She continued to whimper, feeling the content of her bladder slosh around as she rocked in the air. “What on earth was th- eep!”
People. A whole crowd of them appeared as if from nowhere, travelling down the corridor toward the dining hall. The air rumbled with droll conversation and Nidley couldn’t even hear herself think.
“Gah!” Nidley puffed out her cheeks and huffed furiously. “Why do you humans always show up when I’m about to pee?”
She was too tired to lift herself up. Her bladder had such a stranglehold on her body that she couldn’t even keep her tail wrapped around the wall for too long. It was a tremendous strain, and even though the rest of her body trembled from weakness, all Nidley could focus on was her bladder, nibbling at the air as agony soared through her.
She knew she couldn’t do it up here now. Any hope of a discrete little pee beside this ugly stone bust was right out of the window. Slowly, she could feel her tail unravelling like a knot of twine. She hissed, baring her fangs at the crowd who paid her no mind, not that they even noticed she was up there, dangling by her tail.
Right now, with her tail unravelling, Nidley just had to hit and hope. Somewhere discrete, somewhere dark, somewhere where she could not be seen while doing her dirty little deed, that was all she needed. And it would start with her braving that tremendous crowd beneath her.
This was going to be it. She just needed to hold herself through this last little ordeal. Nidley sighed, took the deepest breath she possibly could and unravelled her tail, letting herself descend on the theatre-goers. “Coming through!” She yelled down to the people below her as her wings spread out and she took flight.
It was like navigating a rampaging ocean of petticoats and evening wear, the rampant waves the theatre goers who descended upon the hall like a tsunami. Her wings couldn’t lift her as well as she had expected and Nidley found herself flying as if she had a weight around her stomach, tight and constricting her, pulling her down to the ground. She bobbed up and down, struggling to lift herself any higher than the crowd.
The strain was too much and Nidley again felt herself break. With the quietest of squeaks, she braced for another leak. Only this was not just a leak; leaks were sudden, they lasted not even a second. This was a stream, a small rush of pee that lasted at least two seconds, spattering against the yellowish fabric of her undies.
“Haa~” Nidley cried, trapped between sweet relief and shame.
But that little undie-wetter was not the end of it. A second, smaller dribble escaped, leaking into her already damp knickers and embracing her quivering knivhood with a little soggy smooch.
Suddenly, while distracted by the vile feeling between her thighs, Nidley flew right into a passing gentleman. “Wah!” She screamed, throwing herself right and narrowly avoiding his thick moustache. The sudden shock caused a loss of control and again a hot spurt flooded her knickers. “I’m sorry!” She called back... only to narrowly avoid striking another passing man square in the monocle. “Ah! Apologies!” She kept calling.
The crowd seemed endless, and wherever Nidley flew to avoid somebody, she found another person inches from colliding with her. “Coming through! Excuse me! Sorry! Passing by!” She said frantically to each passing person.
With each passing gentleman spouting curses at the passing Kniv, Nidley felt another spurt. They kept coming, small, wet spurts, each growing larger than the last and with no way for the Kniv to contain them. Her knickers were beginning to feel wet and heavy, like she had already relieved herself in them. The smell too was growing, a fresh scent of pee that mixed in the air.
Suddenly, she felt a dribble creeping down her legs and dripping from the heel of her foot. “Wah!” She screamed, her cheeks growing hot at the idea that she was leaking onto those poor people.
At the back of crowds which she braved and passed, Nidley found respite - a small wooden door that had been left open. It was perfect, she could escape the crowds in there and if fate favoured her, find something to relieve herself in before it was too late. As quick as she could, she flew through the gap in the door.
She’d escaped the crowds, and with luck on her side, she’d escaped making her own knickers the commode she so desperately sought. At least not entirely, she was damp and leaking between her legs, but there was still some resolve left in her. With her wings batting weakly, Nidley hovered and landed on the floor.
“Hnnn~” She hissed, her bladder feeling heavy against her whimpering body.
She couldn’t keep her wings spread for more than a second. Even flapping them was enough to spur on her bladder, sending the urge to leak spiralling down between her thighs. Flying through that crowd had taken more out of Nidley than she’d like. All that moving and holding, the stress of navigating those crowds had left her weak. Trembling at the knees, she slid down to the floor, pushing herself against the floor.
“Uuuh~” The little Kniv whimpered, biting her lip. Her knickers were damp, soaked through with pee, as were her hands. “How did I make it through that crowd?” She looked down at herself, hands buried under her dress, the hem raised and exposing her thighs, as well as a peek of her knickers which were stained a pale yellow.
“I need to know where I am.” She said, lifting herself up to her feet. “Oooh~” She whimpered again, bending over and thrusting her hands between her legs to ease an uncomfortable quiver. She felt numb at the knees. It was difficult to walk, but she needed to continue.
With a small swish, she lit up her tail, lighting up the darkness. She was beside a large velvet curtain where a light shone through beneath it, illuminating a large room filled with all kinds of strange objects. Nidley didn’t know what they were, but they were flimsy, thin and resembled everyday items.
Behind the curtain, she heard footsteps. “Oh, and perhaps you expect me to proposition the Duke’s daughter!” A boisterous man boomed, his voice echoing through the empty air and rattling the hollow floors.
A crowd burst out in laughter, and it was that thunderous chortling that helped Nidley to realize where she was. “I must be behind the stage.” She took a few steps toward the curtain and peered behind it.
“Oh, why did I have to end up here?” She cried, wiggling her hips and pressing the tip of her tail up against her soft spot. “There’s nowhere to go back here~” A torn grimace of dimmed hope adorned her face as she spun around to take in the void backstage.
Nowhere for a sneaky Kniv to do the dirty deed. No commode, no cup, no plant. Nowhere. The lack of anything caused her lower tummy to tighten and she fell to her knees, clutching her Knivhood with all of her might. She just needed somewhere to hike up her dress and pee.
All the empty space taunted her bladder. Nidley squirmed, crossing her legs and pressing her thighs together. It had grown worse, far worse, and as she felt a terrifying twitch from her maidenly spout, a cold shudder shot up her back. She feared this may be it. “Ahh! I’m going to have to go in the corner!” She said, her voice breaking.
She had walked over to the corner, lifting the hem of her dress and thinking pleasant thoughts to cover the shame burning through her, but then out of the corner of her eye, Nidley spotted something. Something wondrous. Something that made her eyes sparkle.
Up on a table beside her, shining in the reflection of the stage light, Nidley saw a glass mug. It was just what she needed, and the sight of the small glass mug proved to be too much for Nidley. Her bladder gave out and the stray spurts that dampened her knickers became more frequent. She couldn’t contain herself any longer and with a face of horror, she knew that if she was not sat on that mug in the next few seconds it would be too late.
Without time to think, pee flooding her knickers, Nidley rushed to the mug, holding herself the entire way. “I’m leaking! I’m leaking! I’m leaking!” She kept whimpering, hoping that perhaps those words would be enough to spare her an accident.
There it was, right beneath her, a small glass mug that held all the hope she had left. Hovering over it, with her wings beating weakly, too fatigued to carry her, Nidley lifted up her dress and yanked down her knickers in a single motion. A few drops landed between her feet and stained the cloth of the table, but she didn’t care.
She landed atop the rim of the mug and plopped herself down, hovering her bare butt over it. She straddled the rim and pressed her feet against the table to keep herself steady and finally, after a night of insurmountable holding, Nidley felt the tremendous burden of her bladder relinquishing its grip on her.
The small dark space resonated with a shameful sound of splattering. Nidley gasped, her eyes widening as an oddly pleasurable numbness took her. It all happened in an instant, or that was how it felt as Nidley was whisked away by relief. Her mind had gone blank as dire pleasure numbed her, leaving only a tingling feeling.
The next few seconds melted into a single passing frame as if time had frozen. She knew nothing of anything around her. Nidley only knew a great sense of relief. “Haaa~” The quiet air grew louder, a muffled tinkling striking the side of the glass polluted the air. “Oooh~” The little Kniv moaned, wiggling her backside.
She felt warm, a blissful radiance shone through her as more and more of her pee spilled out into the mug, tinkling against the glass quite fiercely as her bladder hurried to empty itself. Nidley could not control herself, her frail quivering thighs could not stop the flood that ran from between her maidenly lips, sloshing into the glass.
She felt the hot sprinkling of pee against her bare thighs as her stream struck the side of the glass with force. The rising heat of her pee swirling around in the mug, rising up and warming her bare cheeks. Nidley giggled, feeling a naughty pleasure as her backside grew warm.
A long thirty seconds must have passed, but at last she felt her stream die to a trickle, a few stray dribbles plopped into the almost overflowing mug. Nidley spread her legs and glanced down between her thighs, admiring the ocean of steaming yellow she had produced.
The mug was almost overflowing, the pool of warm fluid must have been only an inch from her bare backside. When there was nothing left, and she was feeling gleefully empty, Nidley clicked her heels together and looked up with a gleaming expression of bliss on her face. “Haa~ I feel so much better~” She sighed, the whole ordeal had left her flustered and feeling short of breath.
“Gah! I’ve got nothing to wipe with…” She huffed and immediately remembered something. She lifted up her legs and kicked off her knickers. She held them in her hand and balled them up. The clean white cotton was now stained yellow and reeking of fresh pee. Nidley chuckled, knowing that at last she had an excuse to be rid of this invasive crotch cloth.
There was no way she could wear stained knickers back to the hall, and thankfully she had avoided getting any pee on her dress. There was only one use for them now. Nidley hopped down from the teapot and lifted the hem of her dress. She bent over and used her stained knickers to wipe herself.
“I won’t be needing you anymore.” She said gleefully as she wiped and once she was finished, she threw them away, watching them burn up in a small purple flame. “That feels great! It’s like my whole body can breathe again.”
All that was left now was for Nidley to vacate from the backstage and return to her seat. She flew out into the corridors, which were now empty again, and hurried back to the theatre.
Flying was such a joy now that she didn’t have to worry about her bladder. Nidley felt like she could fly for miles. She could fly around the great mountains and back, that was how good she was feeling, and the great mountains were no easy feat to a little Kniv.
She found her way back to the theatre with ease, flying through the dark aisles, looking up and down every seat until she found her Master. Quietly, she flew up behind him, tapping his ear with her tail and sat down atop his shoulder, grinning.
Sidmere looked down at her and with a gentle wave of his finger, began writing something out. “There you are.” He followed up his words with a disapproving tut. “You’ve been gone for a while.”
Nidley did not write out any words, but instead described where she had been to her Master, drawing a small flower being splattered by a stream of water from an unknown source, coupled with a poor drawing of herself, smiling blissfully.
The indecent image hovering before his eyes had Sidmere’s cheeks burning red. He rolled his eyes and brushed his hand through the air, dispelling the illusion before anybody else had a chance to see it. He said nothing more on the matter, considered it dealt with, and returned to watching the performance.
Nidley did too, crossing her legs and making herself comfortable. She grinned gleefully knowing she was rid of those awful knickers.
The rotund man from the start of the play walked on stage, in his hands he held a glass brimming with beer. “HERE WE ARE, THINE LORD. A BREW SERVED FROM THE FINEST TAPS IN THIS WHOLE LAND!” He offered his companion the mug, smirking brightly. “DO MAKE SURE TO SAMPLE IT ALL IN A SINGLE SIP!”
“Blegh.” Nidley stuck her tongue out. “Is he going to drink that vile stuff you humans call ale?”
“That’s what the Lord thinks.” Sidmere whispered with a sly smile. “But he is in for quite the surprise.”
And then, all the way back here, it hit Nidley as clear as a brick to the face. That glass mug - could it be?
She giggled and cozied up beside her Master, teeth showing with a devilish grin. “I think I know what’s about to happen.” She whispered. |
Hey guys, so I created a new post for my story as I wanted to update the tags and give it a better title now that I know what I'm doing with it.
Here's the link to the first two parts of the story which you should definitely read before this one! Enjoy
Bach in present time Riley was still struggling. She still had to fart and they were still around 30 mins away. Riley could usually sneak off and fart, but not in a freaking car. Her stomach loudly gurgled as she held back another and she began to worry that her parents were able to hear the situation their daughter in the backseat was going through. Then a miracle happened: “Honey, can we stop at that rest stop?” Riley’s mom asked. “We’re only 30 minutes away, can’t it wait?” her dad replied. “Honey please” she answered, with a bit of tenseness in the\ir voice.“Okay okay, I’ll stop” her dad replied quickly changing lanes and pulling off an exit that said “Last Rest Stop 30 miles” Riley looked over at her mom who was tightly gripping the armrest with one hand and rubbing her stomach with the other. Her face seemed pretty calm and collected however. Riley’s mom was in her early 40s but easily looked like she could be in her early 30s. She was around 5”5, pretty average weight, but with a great butt and hips, she had jet black hair that went down to her butt and had a slightly tan face and body. She often wore sunglasses and yoga pants. Riley had never really noticed her mom’s bathroom habits, she had her own bathroom why would she ever run into her mom in the bathroom. Based on vacations though she could say confidently that her mom was a morning pooper, one of those people that wake right up and go to drop the load off. She had never really seen her mom use the public bathroom, similar to herself.
The only time she could remember her mom pooping in public was a few years ago, they had woken up late for their flight while in Florida. They had to rush out of the hotel without so much as a visit to the bathroom. Riley and her dad both clearly needed a piss, but her mom seemed different. She looked very tense and was standing very straight. She was gripping her tights very hard. As they went down the elevator, the three of them all needing a toilet, Riley smelled an awful smell. Riley instantly assumed it was her dad, I mean dads are never shy about letting one rip. “Damn Maria!” her dad exclaimed. She glanced over to see her mom red in the face and her dad laughing while plugging his nose. She realized it was her mom who had cut the cheese. “Sorry guys, I tried slipping it out before we got in the elevator but it followed me in.” her mom said, explaining herself. When the doors opened her mom said “I’m gonna visit the lobby bathroom for a moment.” her mom said making her way towards the bathrooms. “Honey you can’t” her dad replied back. “The room was under your name so you have to check us out.” Her mom danced in place, glancing back at the bathrooms that were so close to saving her. “O-okay” she weakly replied. Riley watched her parents check out and took this time to have her morning pee. She was uncomfortable but not desperate, but she did not want to have to hold it all the way to the plane. She went to the lobby bathroom which was very clean and fancy looking. She walked into a stall and quickly pulled down her sweatpants she always wore while on plane rides and sat down. She immediately started peeing a hard stream. She sighed as relief overcame her, relief from the pee and relief she would now not be desperate at the airport. She felt bad for her mom but figured herself being desperate to pee while her mom needed a poop wouldn’t help anything. She finished up and flushed and walked out. Riley would never admit it to anyone but she only washed her hands if it was a poo or people were in the bathroom.
As Riley entered the lobby she heard a door close behind her, it was her dad coming out of the men’s room. She looked over to the counter to see her mom still standing there, stiff as a board, butt clenched, as the manager typed away on the computer. “Don’t worry Riley, your mom is a pro at holding this stuff, plus no use in all three of us suffering right,” he said smiling at her, though with a tad bit of concern on her face. They walked over to her, she glared at them and said “You both went?! Come on I gotta go too.” she said in a tone mixed with anger and disappointment. Riley felt bad for her mother, she truly did. But her dad was right, no use in all three of them suffering. Her dad simply wrapped his arm around her and said “Don’t worry, you’ll be at the airport and in that plane bathroom in no time.” “Oh no, no no no. I need to use it before we get on” she said, shaking her leg up and down. “We’ll miss our flight dear, you’ll be okay.” he said trying to sooth her. “Easy for her to say, you got to go.” she said straining a bit. The thought of her daughter and husband both getting relief, both getting all that pent up liquid out of them. It made her squirm. Not to mention the load knocking on her back door. Maria couldn’t remember the last time she skipped her morning poop, she always made sure she had enough time to go. She was usually bursting to go when she woke up anyways. Being forced to hold this long was torture, let alone all the way until she got on the plane. They finished checking out and walked out to wait for the shuttle, her mom wanted to try to sneak off to the bathroom but as soon as they got out there the shuttle pulled up. “Perfect timing!” her dad said happily. They got onto the shuttle and started the drive to the airport. It was just the three of them on board which meant her mom was free to hold without judgement. She immediately jammed her hand into her crotch. “Oh my god, I gotta pee, gotta pee, gotta pee.” she said squirming in her seat. While she was doing this Riley suddenly heard a sound that literally sounded like a duck, but she knew what it was. She had never really heard her mom fart, her mom was your typical mom, don't usually fart in front of anybody besides their husband.
Her mom looked at her husband and said “John, I gotta poop so bad. You know I need my morning poop” she said jiggling in her seat. “I know, just think you’ll have relief soon.” he said trying to soothe his wife, he did feel a bit guilty that he got to pee earlier. It was only a ten minute ride to the about but for Riley’s mom it felt like an eternity. She kept passing gas every few minutes, some quiet, some loud enough for her husband and Riley to hear. One was so loud that she swore even the bus driver could hear it. She couldn’t lie, a bit of urine leaked into her panties when she ripped that fart. She jammed her hand harder into her crotch. It smelled awful, but Riley and her dad tried not to comment on it because they knew she was struggling. Finally they pulled up to the airport, when her mom stood up a spurt of pee shot out, making her panties a tad bit more damp before she regained control. She was also prairie-dogging her turd which had left a small streak in her underwear. She ripped one more fart, this one a juicy sound fart that was bassy sounding, before they left the bus. They walked in and got to TSA. Luckily Riley’s family traveled often and learned to pack light so they didn’t need to wait to check any bags. While they took off their belts and put their items in the bin, her mom continued to do a little bobbing up and down dance. When her mom had to go through the scanner she was required to spread her legs and put her arms up, this caused another spurt to come shooting out again. They put their stuff back on and went rushing towards the gate. “Please honey, please tell me we have time for a bathroom break.” Her mom said running with one hand jammed in her crotch and with a flushed face. “I’m sorry sweetheart, the plane is boarding already.” They got to their gate just as a voice came booming over the intercom “Last call for flight 2309A to Cleveland.” They quickly gave their attendant their tickets and walked onto the plane. “Oh my god, oh my god” she kept whispering over and over again.
They got to their seats and luckily for her mom, they were right next to the bathroom. She considered asking the flight attendant if she could use it real quick, but she’s flown enough to know they couldn’t during takeoff and would have to wait until they’ve gotten high enough. The seating order went: Riley’s dad at the end, Riley in the middle and her mom with the aisle seat. As the plane taxied and began preparing for takeoff her mom couldn't stop squirming. “I can make it, I can make it” she kept saying over and over again. As the plane started picking up speed she heard her mom rip a squeaky sounding fart that was very high pitch. She blushed as the woman in the aisle seat next to her looked over then quickly looked away as to try and not embarrass her, but Riley’s mom knew she heard. The plane took off and went higher and higher into the air. The whole time Riley’s mom was squirming in her seat, trying to hold back a night’s worth of urine and shit. She ripped another fart, causing her to blush hard again as this one was wetter sounding and stinker. She had done a good job not leaking anymore, but the log was a little further down and had definitely caused a skid mark in her panties.
Finally a ding went off on the plane and the seatbelt sign went off. Before they could even come over the intercom and announce that they were free to move about the cabin her mom ripped her seatbelt off and bolted into the bathroom. Inside she quickly locked the door and ripped down her yoga pants. The whole time all she could think was “Don’t let it come out, you’re so close.” She hit the toilet seat and a gush of urine came out. As the urine blasted the water her first log that had been peeking out immediately dropped into the toilet with a gigantic plop noise, the second log followed closely and a third one followed in session. She couldn’t help but loudly moan as the shit fell out of her and her pee came out. As her pee continued going she let out a squeaky sounding fart that echoed in the bowl, and a fourth much smaller log fell with a *plink* in the water. Finally after two minutes her pee began to die down. She was finally done, and she had never felt better in her life. She began wiping and flushed, washed her hands and opened the door. Waiting in line was the lady who was sitting across from her, who had heard her fart. Riley’s mom blushed and looked at her feet as she walked out and let her in. The bathroom smelled terrible and she had left a few skid marks in the toilet. She sat back in her seat and sighed. “Better?” her husband asked, smiling at her. “Much.” she replied back smiling and grabbing his hand. |
Thanks dude I'm really glad you like it!! I hope you enjoy as I have big plans for this!
Okay guys here's the next part. And don't worry Riley will get to college soon!
Back in the present Riley’s dad had pulled into the rest stop. As they pulled into a parking spot her mom quickly got up and started to open the car door to get out. As she did this a loud fart slipped out, an airy sounding one. Her mom gasped softly as this fart had almost caused her to shit herself. She needed to get into that gas station bathroom and quick. This just made Riley’s urge worse as hearing her mom get to release some pressure just made her body want it more. She had a plan. She opened her door as well and said “I’m gonna go in and buy an Icee real quick” to her dad. Her dad looked up from his phone and said “Okay cool.” Riley followed her mother into the store, when her mom saw Riley following her she got nervous. “Do you need to use the restroom honey?” she asked stopped in place, bobbing up and down while gripping a shelf that some chips were on. Maria loved her daughter very much and was always there for her, but she did not want her to be there when she released this monster. “Please say no, please say no.” she thought. Riley was going to the restroom to rip ass, but she didn’t want her mom to know that the farts in there were hers, even if Riley knew what her mom was about to do was way worse. “No, I’m just in here to buy an Icee.” she said smiling at her mom. “Oh thank God” her mom thought in her head, but she just simply said “Sounds good sweetie” and walked into the bathroom.
Riley ran up to the door just in time to hear the stall door slam, then walked in after her. Once in the bathroom Maria rushed into the first stall and quickly shut it. Her own greasy breakfast had gotten to her. It moved through her at record speed and wanted out now. Just as she began pulling down her athletic shorts she heard the bathroom door open and heard the footsteps of another woman. “God damn it” she thought “Can’t I shit in peace?” Riley’s plan was to go to the farthest stall from her mom, but this one only had two so she chose the one right next to her. Riley's mom sat down on the toilet and instantly clenched her cheeks. Ever since she was little she hated pooping in public, she rarely did it but would always try to wait for the bathroom to clear out first. Riley went into the stall and shut it. She considered sitting on the toilet but that would just make them echo and thus louder. Her mom sat on the toilet, a little trickle of pee came out but that was not what she was in here for. “Come on, just use the bathroom and leave.” she thought. Her stomach gurgled as it begged for release. It was torture sitting there, ready to go and having to hold it back. Riley felt a fart come on, and just let rip. It was a booming fart, one you would expect to hear a fat guy rip not a petite college girl. Riley sighed as she had been holding that one in for 30 minutes. Riley’s mom heard the girl rip a huge fart and thought “Okay, if she’s about to take a shit too then screw it”. She immediately ripped a wet sounding fart into the bowl. She began having diarrhea, it was low sounding as she tried to hold it back still embarrassed about the situation and trying her best to make it quiet. Riley then blasted another fart, another airy sounding one. It felt so good to get all the pent up gas out. Riley’s mom then blasted three wet farts that sprayed the bowl with her poo. “Wow, her breakfast really fucked her up stomach!” Riley thought. Her mom blushed a bit as she was destroying this toilet in front of another woman , she was trying to hold back and not make too much noise but it just kept coming out. “It’s not like I’ll ever see that woman again. Plus it sounds like she came here just to fart? Like she clearly isn’t on the toilet. Must’ve been on a trip with her boyfriend and came in here just to get some gas out.” She thought. Riley then blasted 3 farts that kinda sounded like a machine gun type fart and sighed afterwards. “Damn, this chick can rip some serious ass!” Riley’s mom thought. Riley, like her mother, blushed slightly as she stank up the bathroom with her farts. Well the bathroom absolutely stunk because of Riley’s fart and Maria’s intense dump. Riley’s mom had one more spurt of diarrhea shoot out followed by a fart that was slightly less wet and sighed, she hadn’t felt this great in awhile. Riley ripped one more silent fart in the stall that smelled like rotten eggs and then quickly walked out of the bathroom, leaving her mom to finish up. Riley did feel a bit bad, her mom had clearly been trying to hold back a bit so as to not make as much noise but when a girls gotta fart. “Oh of course, now this chick leaves” Maria thought as she started wiping. She looked down into the bowl and sighed, she honestly didn’t know if it would flush, she had used quite a bit of toilet paper on top of the poop in there. She pulled the handle and the toilet made a gurgling noise as the shit and toilet paper went in a circle. Yep, she had clogged it. Embarrassed, she quickly went to the sink and started washing her hands. This was another reason Maria hated public restrooms, she occasionally clogged them. Not every time, but if she happened to use a weak toilet… Just then a woman about her age came in and went into the stall Maria had just destroyed. She quickly gagged and walked out. Maria blushed hard as the women looked at her and said “God damn, someone did a number on the toilet!” Maria just smiled and said “Yeah I know, that’s why I used the other stall” she said laughing. The women chuckled back and walked into the other stall. Maria walked to her car and sat back down. Her husband looked at her and said “Breakfast give you the shits?” “John! Shut up!” She said blushing and slapping him lightly on the arm. He just simply laughed and started driving out of the parking lot. In the back seat Riley sipped her Icee and just smiled as the gas had been expelled out of her. Still, she knew a shit storm was coming and could only hope that it would come before her roommate got there. |
Hey guys! This is a bit of a longer one but I hope you all enjoy it! Also if you have any ideas for any scenarios or suggestions just let me know! I've also decided to start naming my chapters to help keep track.
Chapter 5: Locker Room Quicke
Riley’s dad pulled into the busy parking lot outside of her dorm. “God dammit this place is busy” he mumbled as he found a parking spot wayyyyy in the very back. Riley helped unload the car and start carrying some stuff up to the dorm. When she got to her entrance there was like a million people going in and out. There was also a large table with signs taped to them that said “First Floor, Second Floor, Third Floor and Fourth Floor”. Riley’s room was on the 4th floor so she walked up to the girls sitting behind the sign. One was a pale girl with red hair tied in a braid behind her back, she had lots of freckles on her face, she was on the taller side being about 5”9, she was on the skinner side but not a twig like Riley She had blue eyes.. She had a flatter butt and was on the larger end of a B cup. The other girl was shorter, around 5”4, and had light blue hair. It was short hair that was around shoulder length. She was heavier than the other girl but by no means fat, she was pretty average in the weight department. She did have chubby cheeks though and bright blue eyes. She had a very clear face with no blemishes. She had a flattish butt but had more to it than the other girl. She also had slightly bigger boobs than the ginger girl next to her.
The redhead smiled widely at Riley and said “Hi! Room number?” “417: Riley responded back. The girl had a very peppy attitude that rubbed off on RIley. “Awesome! My name is Sydney and I’ll be your RA!” she said smiling at Riley; she talked with a small lisp. “This is my roommate Brie.” she said motioning to the blue hair girl next to her. Brie gave a small smile and wave. “What’s your name?” Sydney asked. “Riley Jones.” Riley responded. “Okay Riley, swipe your ID here.” Sydney pushed forward a little device. “This will activate your ID with your room so you can get in,” she said smiling, “So don’t lose it!” As Riley did this she noticed Brie was squirming a bit in her seat. She had her one leg crossed and was bouncing it up and down. Now lots of people do this, a lot of people get restless and move their legs around. But Riley noticed she would occasionally put her hand under the leg, into her crotch area, and pull it back out a few seconds later. Brie needed to pee. Riley would never admit it but it slightly turned her on to know people were desperate for the bathroom, especially girls. They were the most shy about using the bathroom and expressing their need and Riley had gotten good at noticing when people needed to go and which need they had to do. And Brie was exhibiting the perfect signs for a need to pee. “Ok, your good to go!” Sydney said, snapping Riley out of her daze. “We’ll be having a hall meeting tonight at 7 to go over rules and stuff, so make sure to be in the lounge by then!” Riley thanked them and started walking with her parents up to her room, she got one last look at Brie who continued bobbing up and down in her seat.
They walked up to her room and started unpacking everything, Riley wasn’t one of those girls who packed 20 million things, she had just packed the essentials. They spent the next hour and a half setting up her bed, putting everything on her desk, putting her clothes away, all that good stuff. Riley had gotten a good luck at the bathroom which just made her more worried. There was no fan in the bathroom which not only meant she couldn’t get rid of the smell, but that she couldn’t block out the sound either. Fans were her best friend when she had to use a bathroom that wasn’t her own and now the bathroom she’d be sharing in a small room would not have one. One of her best friends in high school, Jessica, had a bathroom that had no fan and it was the absolute worst to use.
Riley could remember one time when they were juniors in high school they were having a lil Halloween party at Jessica’s house. Riley’s friends were never drinkers so it wasn’t that type of a party, more just a large get-together of friends. There was food, music, games, all that fun stuff. They had been there for about four hours and of course Riley had noticed the bathroom situation. She hadn’t gone yet but other people have and if you were close to the door you could hear everything. Now there was music so it made it harder to hear but even being semi-close to the door you could hear it. Now Riley knew there was no fan, she had been to Jessica’s before and noticed that there was no fan before. They didn’t hang at Jessica’s too often so it was usually not noticed, but since they were there the whole night she definitely could tell a few of her friends had tried finding a fan. The first one she noticed was her friend Sophie, she had just arrived and asked Jessica where the bathroom was. Sophie was on the bowling team and had practice after school, Riley knew Sophie hated using school restrooms because of their uncleanliness so she figured she had been holding it all day, especially since she asked Jessica right when she walked in. Sophie was on the taller side, around 5”8. She was on the skinny side and had short dirty blonde hair that looked like black hair with a lot of blonde mixed it. She had plastic glasses that were silver with round lenses. She had a really nice, round butt but was on the smaller side when it came to boobs. Sophie walked into the bathroom and flicked on the light, Riley then noticed her look at the switch, almost as if to see if there was a switch for a fan. She then looked up and Riley knew she was looking for a fan. She heard Sophie sigh then shut the door. She heard her unbuckle her belt and pull her khaki pants that were part of her bowling uniform down. Inside Sophie sat on the toilet, pants around her ankles and thought “Who the hell doesn’t have a fan in there bathroom?!” Sophie usually didn’t care about using public bathrooms, she tried to avoid them but she didn’t care about people hearing her. Well when it came to pee, Sophie refused to poop in public. She just didn’t like people hearing her fart echo in the bowl and smelling what came out of her. Sophie was one of those girls who took a shit right after school. She would start feeling the urge around the last period of the day usually and would go home and go straight to the bathroom. Once she joined the bowling team that schedule would shift to after bowling practice. She had to hold it a little longer, but practice was only an hour and it was better than taking a dump in a dirty bowling alley. Plus her teammates would definitely notice her being gone for such a long time and give her crap about, well her crap. So instead she would usually rush home and take a shit after bowling practice. It was never really a close call, she never almost didn’t make it. Though occasionally she would have a few skid marks from holding it for a few hours which she was a bit embarrassed about since her mom did her laundry.
On this Halloween day Sophie felt the usual urge in her 7th period math class. This was normal, she always had to shit during this class. But she would never ask to go to the bathroom, for one school bathrooms were disgusting, for two she’d be gone awhile and her classmates would know she took a dump and third there might be people in there to hear/smell her output. Sophie was lucky in that she really didn’t get pre-poop farts so holding her load in wasn’t too difficult. The downside to no pre-poop farts meant that she farted a lot on the toilet, which added to her dislike with pooping near people. So she sat through class, a load brewing in her stomach, and then the bell rang. She walked out of class and headed to the locker room so she could change into her bowling uniform. As she walked there she passed Jessica who excitedly said “See you at my party!” Sophie had almost forgotten about that. “I don’t wanna stink up Jessica’s bathroom, I guess I’ll just go at the bowling alley.” she thought to herself. She wasn’t looking forward to it though, the idea of using a dirty bowling alley bathroom made her shutter. But on the bright side, it would be 4PM, there probably wouldn’t be a ton of people there. She entered the locker room and put her bag down. As she undressed and got into her uniform she talked to a few of her teammates about the usual high school stuff. The locker room did have a bathroom but since they were a small and poor school it probably hadn’t been updated since the 70s, it was literally just one toilet out in the open, no stall or walls around it at all. Sophie had never used it, not even for a pee. One or two teammates had used it over the years, just for a pee though. And those were usually the bolder, more outspoken teammates. Even then those teammates had been desperate as Sophie could hear their streams go on and on and on.
Sophie had gotten to the locker room late so she was one of the last ones to leave. The other was a sophomore girl named Sage. She was shorter, around 5”5, she had bright dyed blonde hair that almost looked like a wig because of how bright it was. She was very very skinny and had a soft looking face. She had very thick eyebrows. She was pretty flat chested but had a great little butt that was firm. She was a quiet girl who didn’t talk a whole lot to other teammates, but she was younger so that could have been why. She was just sitting on the base of her locker, scrolling through her phone. Sophie noticed that Sage was rocking back and forth a bit, she also had a tense look on her face. Sophie just shrugged it off, figured she was sick and started walking out of the locker. She walked out and the door slammed behind her, but right away Sophie realized she forgot her gym bag in the locker room. She immediately turned around and walked back in. She noticed right away that Sage was gone, but she heard the sound of running water. She then realized it was pee hitting the water and she smiled. Sage was just pissing, she must have been too shy to go in front of anyone so she waited for them to leave. From Sophie’s locker you could the toilet because of the way the mirror in the bathroom was set up, but the person on the toilet could not see you. She saw Sage hovering above the toilet, urine gushing out of her. Her bush was black, her original hair color. Sage had an immense look of relief on her face as Sophie watched the stream gush out of her. After around a minute the stream died down, and after another minute it stopped. Sophie thought Sage would start wiping but she didn’t, she stayed hovering over the bowl. That’s when Sophie started wondering if Sage had some more serious business to take care of. Sophie then heard Sage do a small grunt. Then another small grunt. That’s when Sophie could see a log emerge from Sage’s butt. It kept coming, growing longer and longer till it broke off and hit the water with a flumpf noise in the water. Immediately after that fell Sophie saw 3 small logs fall out and make loud plopping noises in the water. Sage sighed loudly and began pulling toilet paper. The bathroom had an earthy poop smell to it now as Sage's poop had filled the room since the bathroom had no door. Sophie gave her credit, that was a fast crap. She was probably trying to rush it so she wouldn’t be late to the bus and have people question her. Sage flushed and Sophie used that opportunity to hurry out of the locker room. Watching Sage poop just reminded Sophie of her own need. She felt the rumble in her gut and sighed. She hated her poop schedule. |
Hey guys! Sorry for being gone for so long, with school and all the chaos happening in the world I just couldn’t find time to write this. But here it is, and I will be more active this summer!
Sophie got onto the bus that took the team to the local bowling alley for practice. Even though many of the girls had cars and could drive themselves, their bowling coach liked them to all take the bus to encourage team bonding. The alley was only 10 mins away so they got there quickly and went in to start practice. Sophie’s stomach gurgled as she felt an urge to fart come on. She bent down to get her bowling gear and it slipped out. It was decently loud and was one of those farts that was wet and sounded like a duck. She immediately shot up, blushing furiously. The only girl near her was her teammate Nicole. Nicole smiled sympathetically at her and said “It’s okay, it happens.” Sophie blushed even harder and replied back “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She grabbed her gloves and ball out and quickly walked away, embarrassed that her slip had been heard.
The whole time she was bowling her stomach churned and gurgled. She needed a shit, and bad. Whenever she went up to bowl she could fart, just to relieve a little pressure. Nobody could hear it up there with the loud sound of the balls traveling down the lane. While the farts helped temporarily, her urge grew stronger. The last few farts sounded wetter and wetter, Sophie dreaded the thought of using the alley bathrooms but if she held any longer the farts would turn into sharts. Finally practice was done and the coach huddled them up. Coach Walker was a middle-aged woman, but she looked good for her age. She was of average height, had jet black hair that she often wore in a ponytail and was fairly skinny. She had tanner skin and despite being in her 30s, she was already showing some wrinkling. Sophie noticed that Coach was standing a bit stiff and was rushing her words. She just quickly told them good job and that next practice was Tuesday after school. The whole time Coach was talking Sophie bobbed up and down in place. “Hurry up, hurry up!” She thought to herself. Coach clapped her hands which always meant practice was dismissed.
Sophie and Coach both immediately made a beeline for the bathrooms. Sophie immediately got nervous, no way could she shit in the bathroom with people, especially her coach! They both walked in and Sophie just hoped that Coach needed a piss. Coach immediately shot into one of the stalls and slammed it shut. It was then that Sophie noticed the other two stalls had caution tape over them and had out of order signs taped onto the doors. Sophie’s stomach gurgled in response and she couldn’t help but moan a little. Meanwhile, Coach was in the stall fumbling with her belt. “Come on, come on.” she whispered to herself. Coach wasn’t the type of girl who avoided public toilets, she figured when nature calls you better answer it. She was only this desperate because she had Taco Bell for lunch and then was forced to hold her taco shit throughout practice. She had a responsibility to her athletes to be there for them, so she couldn’t just nip off to the toilet. Finally she got her belt undone and shot her jeans down to the floor. She sat down and a wet fart immediately splattered the bowl. Five more wet farts shot out, each with a little poo in them that lined the bowl. Hearing this immediately made Sophie even more despeartate, she bobbed up and down and held her butt in her hands. She heard diarrhea shooting out of Coach’s butt, the kind that is loud and farty sounding. In the stall Coach felt amazing, while the poo did burn slightly it felt amazing to get it all out of her system. She sighed loudly. Hearing this relief in there was torturing Sophie, she leaned against the sink in agonoy. She hoped Coach would hurry up as she needed to add to the disgusting smell already filling the room.
Sophie’s cheeks were clenched intensely as she knew even a fart would break the seal holding it all back. Coach just kept releasing diarrhea. It wouldn’t stop coming out, but man did it feel amazing. She was farting up a storm as well, then it hit her. Sophie was still out there. Poor girl had been waiting the whole time, and here she was hogging the only stall. She started pushing harder to release all the remaining product out of her. Sophie had now started pacing, she never had to poop so badly in her entire life. She heard the pooping intensifying in the stall, more farts and splattering sounds were coming out. Then they stopped and she heard toilet paper being pulled. “Yes! Oh thank God, thank God!” Sophie kept thinking to herself. She was now doing a bent over, slight dance to help ease the pressure. She was so glad no one else was in here to see her like this. Meanwhile Coach just kept wiping and wiping. “Man those Taco Bell shits really stain the ol’ behind” she thought to herself. She wiped 11 or 12 times then finally felt clean enough. She pulled her pants up and started buckling her belt. Sophie heard Coach pull her pants up and breathed a sigh of relief. Sweet relief was just seconds away.
Coach buckled her belt up and pulled the handle on the toilet. The toilet made a noise and stopped flushing. None of the poop or tp had gone done. “Oh fuck” Coach thought to herself. Coach was known to clog toilets, not because of her poops but because of how much toilet paper she uses. She just liked feeling clean, but that caused problems. She tried flushing again but the toilet didn’t even attempt to flush, she had clogged it good this time. Now Coach doesn’t get embarrassed easily but clogging a toilet while one of her athletes was waiting to use it was a bit much. She tried one more time but again the toilet wouldn’t budge. She opened the stall door and smiled shyly at Sophie. She saw the poor girl bobbing up and down by the sinks but had a look of relief on her face when she saw Coach exiting. “I-I’m sorry Sophie but I may have broken the toilet.” Sophie’s face immediately went white and her stomach churned again. “Y-you what?!” she exclaimed. She clenched her cheeks harder as she started to realize relief may be farther than she had ever imagined. “I’m so sorry Sophie let me get a manager to unclog it then you can pee, okay?” she said blushing but smiling at her athlete. Sophie’s body in response to this released a loud, wet sounding fart, just like the one she had slipped in front of Nicole earlier only in the bathroom it echoed louder. Coach’s eyes widened. “Sophie doesn’t have to pee, she has to---” she thought to herself. “Oh my God, Sophie I am so so so sorry!” she said blushing even harder. “Let me get a manager, I’ll ask him to hurry.” Sophie was now redder than a tomato, not only had she farted in front of her coach but she now knew how badly she had to shit and was going to get a manager about it. The manager would also see Sophie poop dance, she couldn’t stand that. “Coach, it’s fine I can hold it until I get home.” Sophie said, smiling at her coach. “Are you sure?” Coach replied, “I just feel so bad.” “Don’t,” Sophie answered “I get it, I can make it trust me.” she said hurrying out of the bathroom. As she sprinted to her car and got in, Sophie could only hope as her bm came closer and closer to coming out, whether she wanted it to or not. |
The speed limit was only 35 mph, but Sophie was easily pushing 50. She sat with her cheeks tightly clenched, she had never needed a toilet more in her entire life. She couldn’t even fart to relieve pressure, she got lucky that the fart back in the bathroom hadn’t been disastrous, but another one would result in soiled panties. Thank God the bowling alley was close to Jessica’s house so she would probably make it. Probably. Sophie was still slightly blushing as she knew she was going to destroy her friend’s toilet and could only hope the bathroom would be private enough. It didn’t help that she was also still embarrassed from farting in front of her Coach, Sophie had never farted in front of anyone other than her parents and siblings before. She was always embarrassed about dealing with any of her bodily needs.
Sophie’s car pulled up to Jessica’s. Luckily there were only a few cars there so the embarrassment would be kept to a minimum. She walked up to the door waddling like a duck, scared that any buttcheek spread would result in pooping herself. She was trying to maintain her composure, she was close to relief and maybe she could salvage her dignity. She knocked hard on the door, her breathing was also quite heavy at this point. Jessica opened the door and immediately embraced Sophie in a tight hug. The shit in Sophie’s butt started to poke out further, it was now touching her green panties. This hug couldn’t go on any longer or she’d shit herself. She pushed Jessica off of her and tried to act natural. “Hey! I’m so freaking excited for tonight!” she said to Jessica. “Me too!!’ her friend exclaimed back, “This is gonna be the best fucking night!” Sophie then got straight to the point as she clenched and bobbed up and down. “Hey where’s your bathroom?” Jessica smiled and pointed to a door right next to the couch where a few girls were sitting and chatting, “Right there girl.” Sophie’s face immediately turned into a frown. It was so literally in the worst possible place. They would hear everything, Sophie was not a quiet pooper.
Throwing all dignity out the window Sophie started doing a little desperation dance and said “Um Jess, I’ll be real with you. This is gonna be a long bathroom experience and I don’t wanna hog the main bathroom, do you have another one I could use?” she asked blushing and smiling shyly. Jess gave Sophie a sympathetic smile and said “I get it Sophie, trust me I’m the same way but my dad is remodeling our upstairs bathrooms so this is the only one anyone can possibly use.” Sophie sighed, “It’s okay, not your fault.” she said as she walked into the house and walked into the bathroom. She turned on the light and then looked around for a fan. Not only would it lessen the stink she was about to unleash, but it would cover most of her loud noises. But there was only one switch in the whole bathroom. “Fuck.” she thought to herself. As she shut the door she saw the few girls there on the couch just scrolling through their phones and talking, she knew they’d hear everything.
Sophie sat on the toilet, pants around her ankles and thought “Who the hell doesn’t have a fan in their bathroom?!” She immediately dropped three logs that had been prairie dogging through the whole ordeal, they splashed into the water making loud kerplunk noises. Sophie couldn’t help but moan, it felt so good to get that out. She then immediately ripped two quick loud farts that sounded like a firecracker exploding in the bowl. Two more logs then fell quickly into the water. Sophie blushed intensely, as the conversation of the girls outside had stopped and she knew they were grossed out by what they heard. Sophie then flushed as she knew she had more in her and didn’t want to pull a Coach Walker. The flushing gave her a brief loud cover to push out three more loud farts in quick session. While the toilet ran for a minute she pushed out a few small nuggets and right as the toilet finished filling and it grew silent again she ripped one more loud fart. Sophie had never been so great but so embarrassed at the same time. The relief was immense, she felt 100 times lighter, but she had no doubt in her mind they heard every second of it. As she pulled toilet paper and started wiping she heard the conversations outside pick back up again and more girls started arriving.
She looked down and saw a good sized skid mark in her panties, but she was used to that. She pulled her pants up, rebuckled her belt and flushed again. It all went down no problem, but it did leave skid marks in the bowl. Like a good amount of them. Sophie looked around for a toilet brush but of course Jessica didn’t have one. “Does this bitch not have anything to help a pooper out?!” Sophie opened the door and went to exit. Two girls, who Sophie did recognize as girls from Jessica’s dance troupe, were outside the bathroom clearly waiting to go in. The first girl smiled and locked eyes with Sophie, but Sophie just looked away in embarrassment. She looked at the girls on the couch who tried giving Sophie sympathetic smiles, but that just caused her to blush harder. She hurried into the kitchen, desperate to get away from all this. The dance girl walked into the bathroom and scrunched her nose up, the putrid smell of Sophie’s poop filling her nose. She coughed a bit and shut the door. She lifted up the seat and saw the skidmarks all over the bowl and gagged again. She quickly sat down to pee and get out of here as quickly as possible. She looked around and thought to herself. “Really? No fan?” |
As the party wore on and Sophie’s stink went away the bathroom got busier. A party with lots of drinks meant lots of urinating. Riley’s friends weren’t the party type so when we say drinks we mean Pepsi, Mountain Dew, Water, basically nothing alcoholic. Her friends just didn’t feel like they needed that stuff to have a good time, but soda made one have to piss almost as much as alcohol. There were probably around 30 girls there, so lines at the toilet were rare. After around an hour or so Riley’s bladder was pretty full and she decided to take a break from Uno and visit the toilet. As she walked over to the bathroom she saw there were two girls in line. The first was Grace, a short girl with black hair that was a bob cut, she had an almost goth look to her and often reminded people of what the modern day basket case from the movie “The Breakfast Club” would look like. She had a decent body, though she would admit her boobs were bigger than her butt. Next was Daniella, she was actually a twin but very quiet. She’s Italian so she has olive skin, long light brown hair, a very skinny girl who was generally flat all around. Riley got in line and started scrolling her phone but both girls got her attention immediately, they both looked like they desperately needed a toilet. Grace was leaned up against the wall, hands buried in her crotch while she was slightly bent over. Grace hadn’t peed since this morning. She, like many other girls, hated school bathrooms and chose to hold it all day. She would have stopped home and peed but she had to immediately go to work for a few hours to cover a shift for her friend. The Arby’s bathroom where she worked was a no go as well, so when she got to the party she headed straight to the bathroom but found it locked. Daniella on the other hand was rubbing her stomach and had sweat gleaning on her forehead. Soda always made her have the shits, it’s why she rarely drank it. But she was at a party so she figured what could go wrong. She didn’t expect it to hit her gut so quickly and a loud fart blast while playing Wii Bowling quickly told her she needed a toilet. Luckily the music was so loud that no one had heard it. She was disappointed to see Grace standing in line, this shit needed out soon.
Finally Grace turned to Daniella and said. “Dude, I gotta piss so bad. I was literally pee dancing while making people’s milkshakes.” she said with a laugh. Grace had no problem talking about her bathroom needs with friends. Daniella just laughed, she usually didn’t like talking to people about going to the bathroom so she just stayed quiet. “You know one time I was working a double right. Well I would never use our bathrooms, I clean them and I know how fucking dirty they get in there. No way is my butt touching that toilet seat. So I held it for 10 hours. I get free drinks at work too so you better believe my bladder was full. I got in my car when I got off and tried driving home as quickly as I could. I got the first red light and my bladder just gave up. I couldn’t control it, it just all came spewing out. I drenched my car seats and my work pants. I was so embarrassed when I walked in and my mom saw.” she said with a laugh. The story made Grace squirm more thinking about the relief she felt at that red light. Daniella then started grabbing her crotch. Not only had the soda made her need a poo, her bladder was feeling it too and the two forces were getting harder to fight. Two girls, both just wanting to sit their butts on a toilet seat and release what was inside them. Grace felt bad seeing how bad Daniella needed to pee, she decided to be nice and asked, “Hey, wanna cut in front of me?” Daniella blushed hard and shook her head. “I insist, you look desperate!” she said and moved out of the way so Daniella could cut. “N-no I’m okay.” Daniella replied. She didn’t mind pooping in public, but not with two girls waiting in line. One was enough, plus she didn’t wanna make Grace piss herself. Grace shrugged and said “Okay, but I’ll try to be quick for you!” Finally a flush was heard, then running water from the sink. All that rushing water flowing out of the sink made both girls squirm in place. The door opened and the girl inside walked out. Grace smiled and looked to Daniella, “Relief, here we come.” Grace shut the door and both Daniella and Riley heard a belt buckle being undone quickly. They then heard Grace release a furious force of pee into the bowl. Grace sighed heavily and whispered “Yessss.” This made Riley even a little desperate, she couldn’t imagine what it was doing to Daniella. Daniella was now bobbing up and down in place with one hand on her butt and another on her crotch.
She wouldn’t lie, hearing Grace’s pee caused her to leak quite a bit in her panties, she was wearing a skirt so none of it was visible to other people. But there was a baseball sized wet patch that was in danger of expanding. Not to mention she still needed a shit. Grace’s stream lasted a tourtours minute and a half until it died down. Grace immediately pulled her pants up quickly and redid her belt. She didn’t even bother to flush or was her hands, her goal was to get Daniella on that toilet as quickly as possible. Grace couldn’t lie, she felt a million times better. She quickly opened the door and said “All yours.” with a smile. Daniella appreciated the effort, she really did. But she had been hoping that the refilling of the toilet would have covered up the sounds she was about to make in the toilet. No matter, she could always turn the fan on. She quickly walked in and slammed the door, giving Grace a smiling thank you for being so kind. She looked for the second switch to turn on the fan and didn’t see it. She squirmed in place and looked around the bathroom, and thought “Really? No fucking fan?!” No matter, at least it was only Riley out there. She was a quiet girl so she knew she wouldn’t gossip about this. She hiked up her skirt and pulled her panties down. As soon as she did piss started shooting out. “Oh shoot!” she yelped aloud as she quickly sat down, spraying the floor and the seat a bit in the fray.
Outside Grace had started to walk away when she realized she had left her phone in there. She quickly turned around and leaned next to the door. “Damn it, I left my phone in there.” she said to Riley. She heard Daniella’s stream hitting the water even harder then her stream and said “Damn, that girl did need to go!” Then she heard a fart blast into the toilet. It was a loud airy one. Grace didn’t think anything of it, after all she farted all the time while having a good pee. Then she heard another airy fart, then a wet fart blast into the toilet. As the pee stream died down she heard bouts of diarrhea exploding into the toilet with farts mixed in between. “That’s why she was so desperate!” she said aloud to Riley. Inside Daniella heard Grace say that and blushed harder than she ever had in her life. They could hear everything. Riley just smiled at Grace and said, “Makes sense.” “Well good thing she chose not to cut me,” Grace said, “I definitely would have pissed myself waiting for a shit.” Daniella spent the next few mins blowing up the bowl. “Damn soda.” she kept thinking to herself. Finally, she felt empty and started wiping. Daniella flushed three times to make sure everything went down, but the smell was definitely there. It was a strong, sulfur smelling poop. She washed her hands and opened the door to see Grace chatting with Riley. Grace looked at her and said, “You must feel SO much better.” Daniella just shly smiled and replied “Oh yeah.” Grace walked in to grab her phone and came out wafting the air. “Whew, smells like it felt good.” Daniella blushed and looked at Riley and said “I-I’m so sorry.” Riley replied, “Don’t be, it happens.” Riley walked in and thought “Grace wasn’t kidding, this does smell awful!” Daniella had down a good job getting everything down because you couldn’t even tell the toilet had just been assaulted. Riley pulled her jeans down and had a nice, steady piss. She walked out and another girl who had gotten into line. Riley smiled at the girl and felt the need to say “That wasn’t me who did that in there.” The girl looked confused and then smelled the air which caused her to plug her nose. She just smiled at Grace and walked into the death zone. |
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Jessica was always the party-girl type. She loved to have parties for every occasion. Halloween, Christmas, New Years, if it was a holiday she would find a way to have a party for it. Jessica was around 5”7, most of that height was in her long legs. She was Guyanaese, so she had darker skin that most people mistook for Indian. She had long black hair and brown eyes. She was a skinny girl, she didn’t eat much, never really liked many foods. But if there was one food she loved it was pizza. So, of course she had bought lots of pizza pies for her party and she had been eating plenty. She had been drinking lots of soda as well, as the pizza had made her pretty thirsty. This had of course gotten her bowels and bladder moving and she now had some needs to attend to. Jessica was too busy to really notice her needs at first. She was too busy being all over the place, trying to talk to everyone, make sure there was enough food and drinks, and most of all trying to have fun. At first she just had to pee. She would take glances at the bathroom, but always saw someone in line and decided against it. She had more important things to worry about and truth be told she wanted to wait until after the party to go. Then the poop urge came. Her stomach felt heavy and she felt the urge to fart pretty bad. She really didn’t feel like blowing up her bathroom at her own party so she made the decision to hold until everyone left. As Jessica brought out another case of water she couldn’t help but squirm a little as the water sloshed around. If she was talking to someone she would often stand there and rub her thighs together. Sometimes if an intense desperation wave took over she would bob up and down, hoping no one would notice it. The poop side was a bit easier for her to contain. Jessica, like most girls, was pretty used to holding her urge back. In fact, most would say Jessica was really good at holding her craps back.
See most days Jessica would get the urge around mid-morning. Well that didn’t work out great for her given that she was in school most of those days. So she became good at holding it. Though she’d be lying if she didn’t say there were days she was forced to ask for a hall pass and take a dump at school. She absolutely hated those days. One day she was in study hall, 3rd period. The urge came on quick, quicker than usual. Jessica could tell it was gonna be a loose movement. She tried holding it, but she kept cutting these foul-smelling silent farts. “Fuck, what is that smell?” asked the boy sitting next to her. “Shut up dude, you totally ripped ass,” his friend sitting next to him replied. “The hell I did, you must’ve!” the boy shot back. “No, you did!’ This exchange continued as Jessica continued to add to the smell the boys were talking about. Sometimes it paid to be the quiet girl in class. Finally she decided that these silent farts were going to turn into more of a problem if she didn’t hurry. She asked the teacher for a pass and made her way to the bathroom. Luckily she was all alone and she quickly entered a stall. She sat down and a gunfire like sound of farts erupted out of her. Jessica always farted a lot when dropping a load off. She sighed in relief as the bowl-echoing farts kept coming. Finally some wet poop began shooting out, making a gross crackling gurgle noise as it poured out. Jessica was almost even disgusted with her own noises her body was making, she was thankful no one else was around to hear them. She finished it all off with a dry fart indicating the diarrhea had ended. It took a lot of toilet paper to get herself clean but once she did she was on her way back to class.
Back at the party Jessica was nearing her limit on the pee need. She was holding off her poop need just fine, but the urine reallyyyyyy wanted out. The only problem was that she knew if she went to pee, the poop would follow whether she wanted it to or not. Jessica was sat on the couch watching her friends do karaoke. She had her heel in her crotch, and was shaking her other leg pretty vigorously. It caught the attention of Riley sitting next to her. “Are you alright Jess? You’re acting like you have ants in your pants,” she said with a laugh. “What? Oh, yeah I’m fine just a lot of caffeine from the pop,” she said with a laugh trying to play it off. She sat in her seat squirming for about five minutes. When her friends made her laugh and a spurt of urine gushed out for a moment, causing her to grab herself as she regained control she decided it was time to visit the bathroom. Now she wasn’t going to use the downstairs bathroom, oh no way too embarrassing. She would simply go upstairs and use the bathroom in her parents room. Earlier when Sophie had needed to use the upstairs bathroom for her serious business Jessica felt bad, she really did. But she hadn’t lied, the upstairs bathroom was being remodeled. But her parents bathroom was open, she just didn’t want anyone in her parents room. She was scared they would mess something up or worse, break something.
So she excused herself and quickly hurried up the stairs where the noise of the party quickly muffled. She went into her parents room and shut the door behind her. She then went into their private bathroom, it didn’t have a door, when you’re married that long you’ve seen it all. She went in and quickly hiked up her navy skirt and pulled her panties down. The second she sat down a giant fart erupted out of her that she had been holding in while on the couch. Her pee started gushing out and she released a second, less giant but still loud, fart. She sighed loudly as her pee continued to stream out. “Oh thank God,” she whispered to herself. As her pee started to die down after around 45 seconds another dry fart ripped into the bowl. She started to push and a big log quickly came shooting out and made a loud splash noise as it hit the water. She didn’t even really have to push as two more smaller logs made two more splashes into the water. She ripped a quiet fart that barely made a noise and began to push again. The last piece came out with a very small noise as it hit the water. She sighed once more and sat there breathing kind of heavily. She felt insanely good and then began to pull some tp and wipe. She then flushed and headed down stairs. She walked out of her parents room and shut the door behind her.
Just then Riley popped up from lying behind Jessica’s parents bed, out of site. She was blushing heavily. Riley couldn’t explain it but she became extremely turned on hearing other people use the bathroom. For some reason she thought it was one of the hottest things in the world. She knew that Jessica had needed a pee badly, anyone could tell that. She followed her upstairs to hear her go and was overjoyed when it became more than a pee. She quietly shut the door and walked downstairs, Luckily, because of all the people at the party no one had noticed her sneak away or sneak back down. The party ended soon after and everyone went home. Still, Riley couldn’t help but think about that night often. Hearing all those girls pee and poop. It truly awoke something in her. |
Natalie had to poop and pee so badly. She wasn’t the type of girl to get desperate often, she had a huge bladder and good bowels. She was a morning pooper, a lot like Riley’s mom she would wake up and drop her load off. However she had spent the night before drinking with friends and had woken up late and hung over. Natalie had woken up with a pounding headache and 8 missed calls from her dad along with several texts. She was supposed to be outside to meet her parents to help Riley move in at 2:00 pm, her phone read 2:11. Along with the headache she woke up with a night’s worth of alcohol pent up in her along with a poop brewing. She groaned as she grabbed her crotch and jiggled in bed. Her phone rang again, she quickly picked it up.
“I’m up, I’m up,’ she mumbled into the phone. “Get the hell down here,” her dad yelled into the phone in an irritated tone. “Okay, okay, I’m coming down now,” Natalie replied as she quickly jumped out of bed. Natalie slept in the nude, so she quickly grabbed a fresh pair of red panties and then put on some black leggings. She then put on a matching bra and put on a college tee that had her university name on it. She started to walk towards the bathroom when her phone vibrating in her pocket reminded her she had no time for a visit. She hurried down her apartment stairs, it made her bladder jiggle around which caused her to hiss loudly as she had no way of really holding while running down the stairs. Finally she got outside and hurried into her parents car. She sat down and ignored her dad’s rant about being responsible and that she was an adult now and that she had to be more on time to things, blah blah blah. What she was focused on was her toilet needs. She had immediately dug both hands into her private area as all that running had come close to making her leak. Sammy sat in the seat next to her, not paying attention to any of this as she had headphones on and music blaring. As the car pulled out of Natalie’s apartment parking lot they went over three speed bumps, each one made Natalie squeal as her urine once again came close to leaking out. Sammy’s mom heard Natalie squeal, “What was that honey?” she asked, mildly concerned. “I’ve gotta piss mom, I had no time to use the bathroom!” she replied back urgently. She had no plans to mention her poop need however, it was the lesser of the needs plus it’d be embarrassing to say that out loud. “Well we could have stopped at a rest stop if you hadn’t come out so late, but we have no time now,” her dad replied gruffly. “It will just have to wait.” Natalie jiggled in her seat and held her crotch tightly. Her stomach gurgled as her beer shits made its presence known. Natalie could only remember one other time she was this desperate on both ends.
It was her first year of college. Natalie went to an older college and that meant true communal bathrooms. Her floor bathroom was basically a public restroom that everyone shared. And by everyone it meant everyone, like boys and girls. When Natalie moved in she knew she’d be sharing it with girls, she wasn’t excited about it. She hated using the bathroom in front of others. She always had since she was a kid, she never used the bathrooms at school. So this was gonna be a rough experience for her. She had been holding her pee in all day because she was too scared to use the bathroom, but when she sneezed and a spurt of urine dampened her panties she knew it was time. She headed towards the bathroom but stopped short when she saw a guy walk in. That must’ve been the boys room, so she started walking around the hall looking for the girls bathroom. But she couldn’t find another bathroom. She was back at the original bathroom and was staring at it, it had a boys and girls symbol on it, like you’d see at a store with one toilet in it so anyone could use it. Then she saw a girl make her way down the hall and walk into the same bathroom as the guy. Natalie gasped, it was a gender neutral bathroom. She jiggled in place, she had to pee too badly to wait anymore.
She walked into the bathroom. It was a huge bathroom, on one side of the wall were around a dozen toilet stalls. On the other side of the wall was around a dozen sinks. Around the corner were the showers, a curtain covered the shower stall for privacy. There was a guy at the sink brushing his teeth and right next to him was a girl brushing her wet hair after a shower. Natalie looked at the stalls and the gap was wide enough underneath that you could see the feet of the
people using them. The first stall had a girl in pink socks with a bunch of clothes in a pile on the ground. The girl in that stall was changing into her pajamas. Next to her was a girl doing the same thing, clothes on the ground changing into sleep wear. Natalie didn’t know it yet, but the two girls were roommates who were too shy to change in front of one another. Next to the stall was exactly what Natalie was afraid of. It was clearly a guy in there, he was standing up and peeing a furious stream into the bowl. She was mesmerized by the sound of his stream hitting the toilet. She had never really heard a guy pee before, occasionally one of her friend’s boyfriends, but not this close. It was still hitting the water hard. Natalie figured he was holding it all day just like her, because he didn’t wanna use this bathroom either. Hearing his pee made her squirm even more. The next stall over had another guy peeing. This guy had a lighter stream. After that stall Natalie found the first girl using a toilet. She could see her sweatpants down around her ankles and she could hear her pee filling the bowl rapidly. That girl's stream was just as loud and hard as the one boy, so she must’ve been another student who held all day in fear of communal washrooms. Next to her the stall was empty. Stall #7 had another girl who seemed to be peeing. Whereas the first girl had her feet flat on the ground, this girl was on her tiptoes. The pee stream was louder and harder than the other girls, but Natalie could tell it was because the girl was hovering over the bowl to avoid sitting on the seat. The next stall over was another guy peeing. He had an okay stream going, definitely not as impressive as the first Natalie noted. The next stall over had a girl in it. She had slippers on and Natalie noticed there was no noise coming from the stall. She had been peeing lightly when Natalie walked in but it had gone radio silent since then. The pee stream was so light that it couldn’t have been what she came for so Natalie figured she had to poop. Next to that girl was a dude, but he was the first dude sitting down. No noise was coming from his stall, so Natalie determined he must’ve been a shy pooper. Next to the two shy poopers was another girl. That girl was the bravest of them all. Natlie had heard the girl fart twice when she walked in, two airy farts. Since then she had heard two logs drop into the bowl. Next to the pooping girl, in the last stall, was a girl who since Natalie walked in had been wiping. Natalie figured based on the amount she was pulling that she had been taking a dump.
Natalie found it funny how the bathroom was separated like that, once you got towards the end that’s where all the poopers were. It made sense, Natalie knew if she had to drop a load she would’ve been at the end. Natalie stared at everything for a bit, she desperately had to pee but she was doing a good job hiding it just rubbing her thighs together lightly. Just then the guy who was in stall 8, in between the girl hovering to pee and the girl waiting to poop, flushed. I’ll take that one Natalie decided. She lined up outside the stall door and waited for him to come out. She heard him buckle his belt up and unlock the stall door. He came out and smiled shyly at Natalie, he was a cute looking boy who looked a tad embarrassed to have a girl use the stall after him. Natalie knew the feeling, she was a bit mortified as she smiled back. She was still rubbing her thighs together, which, although subtle, Natalie thought he could totally see. She walked in, shut the stall door and locked it behind her. She pulled down her tan denim shorts and sat down on the toilet. To her left the girl who had been hovering to pee was finishing up, Natalie heard the last drops drop into the toilet and then heard her pull some paper. Despite being super desperate to pee moments before, Natalie couldn’t get her stream started at first.
She already didn’t like urinating in front of other girls, but guys being there made that way worse. To her right was the girl in slippers who was not pooping. It was still very quiet over there. The hover girl flushed and as the water swirled around in the toilet, Natalie finally released her pent up piss. She sighed a deep sigh of relief. She had been holding it in since that morning. After about 4 seconds the toilet stopped making noise and it got quiet in the bathroom. Natalie realized her pee was the only noise currently being made. She blushed heavily. Her pee continued for another minute or so, steadily hitting the water below. All of the peeing guys had finished up and left. The peeing girls had left as well and so was the girl who was wiping. The girls changing had left as well. The only ones left as Natalie finished her pee was the proud pooping girl and the boy/girl shy pooper duo. As Natalie wiped herself she heard the proud pooper start wiping. They finished about the same time and came out together.
Natalie blushed as the girl smiled at her. The girl was a goth looking chick, she had black hair with green dye in it and a piercing in her nose and lip. She was on the chubbier side but had a very tan face for a goth. The two girls washed their hands. While they were washing them they heard a giant fart rip from the girl’s stall. Immediately following that the guy ripped a fart that was just as loud. The girl followed suit with 3 bowl echoing farts. The guy then ripped two of the same, his were quieter though. The guy then had a rush of diarrhea splash into the toilet with a “splurk” noise. That was quickly followed by the girl dropping a similar load, that had a bit less in it. The girl then farted again, this one was wetter sounding and had some poop mixed in. Natalie and the goth girl couldn’t help but laugh quietly with each other. The two had been waiting so long that when one broke the other couldn’t hold back anymore. “Well I’d say that was fair,” the goth girl whispered to Natalie. Natalie looked at her a bit puzzled, “What do you mean?” “Well,” the goth girl replied with a smirk, “the girl broke and farted first, but the boy broke with the pooping part first.” Natalie laughed at the girl’s observation. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” The goth girl smiled one last time at Natalie as she finished drying her hands with a paper towel and walked out.
Natalie was weirdly curious to see how the two last people in the bathroom played out, so she decided to wait and see. She acted like she was fixing her hair in the mirror while keeping her eyes glued to the stalls behind her. Both the boy and girl spent the next few minutes taking turns ripping a fart then unleashing diarrhea into the bowl. Finally the boy released a final small amount of poop into the toilet and started to wipe. The girl also released a last wave of poo, then started to wipe as well. They both wiped for a bit, the girl flushed midway through, probably to prevent it from clogging. This must have given the guy the same idea because he flushed a few seconds after and kept wiping as well. Natalie couldn’t believe how in sync they were as the both flushed around 2 seconds apart, the guy had flushed a little sooner though. She saw them both pull up their jeans and heard them buckling their belts. The guy stepped out first. He was around 6” and a little on the chubby side. He had very dark long brown hair that was kept inside a backwards Pittsburgh Pirates baseball cap. His cheeks were also a bit rosy. He sighed as he walked out, but then he locked eyes with Natalie. Natalie just smiled at him, but it caused the boy to start blushing furiously. He quickly walked to the sink and started pumping soap quickly. The girl walked out next. She swung the door open and sighed to herself. She was a tall girl, around 5”9, and was pretty skinny. “What a shit for a skinny girl!” Natalie thought to herself. She had very tan skin and a very smooth face. She had light brown curly hair that went down a little past her shoulders She, just like the guy, also locked eyes with Natalie and started blushing furiously. She looked down at the ground and quickly walked over to the sinks. Because she was looking at the ground, however, she didn’t realize where she was walking and smacked right into the guy. The both made an oof noise and looked at each other, briefly locking eyes. They then both blushed furiously and looked away from each other. There was no denying it, the bathroom smelled. Natalie didn’t mean too, she hates pooping in public as well but the smell did make her cough a bit. The guy and girl looked over at Natalie then blushed harder once again, looking back to their washing hands quickly. Suddenly two girls walked in. They were talking loudly and giggling to each other. They just so happened to approach the two stalls that the guy and girl had blown up. They both stopped talking, went into their stalls and shut them behind them. 3 seconds later the first door, the stall that the guy had used, swung open. “Oh my God!” the girl exclaimed. “Someone destroyed that toilet, it smells so bad!” she said gagging. Natalie and the curly haired girl both looked at the guy as he somehow got even redder. Suddenly the other girl came out of her stall quickly as well, “Fuck, someone blew this one up as well. There’s still some remains in the bowl.” she said as she gagged. This time the guy and Natalie looked at the curly haired girl as she somehow blushed harder. “Fuck this, I can hold it.” the girl replied. Both girls hurried out of the bathroom, holding their noses.
Natalie felt horrible for the two poopers, everyone pooped, they shouldn’t feel shame. She was just about to speak up when she heard a small laugh. The guy, while still red faced, started to laugh. The girl, while also still blushing furiously, looked at the guy and smiled. She started to laugh as well. “We really did do a number on those toilets, didn’t we?” the guy says laughing. “Oh my gosh, we sure did,” the girl replies back laughing. “Did a number might be an understatement,” she adds, causing them both to laugh. “I had the cafeteria food here for the first time, so I’m sure we’re not alone,” the boy says, slightly rubbing his stomach. “That explains it!” the girl answers back, “I was wondering what I ate that killed me.” The boy smiles and says “I’m Jimmy.” The girl sticks out her hand, Jimmy grabs it and they shake as she says “I’m Caleigh.” “I’ll be honest, I was gonna try to wait until you left,” Jimmy says as he continues washing his hands. “Oh my God dude, same!” Caleigh replied back. “But then you let loose and I couldn’t contain it,” Jimmy laughs. “Hey!” Caleigh shoots back slightly blushing, “I just was releasing a little pressure, you were the one who plopped first.” Now it was Jimmy’s turn to slightly blush. They continued talking as they dried their hands and walked out. Natalie just stood there, still pretending to be fixing her hair and smiled. “Imagine making your first friend in college because you shit together,” she thought with a laugh. Natalie walked to her room, unaware that tomorrow would involve that very communal bathroom and become an experience she’d never forget. |
Natalie squinted as she woke up the next morning. The sun had crept through the blinds and landed right on her eyes, causing her to wake up earlier than she had intended. It was around 9am. She just rolled over and used her phone for a bit, scrolling Twitter and such. Her roommate, Payton, was also awake and scrolling on her phone. The two had talked for awhile yesterday and she seemed like a super nice girl. She was around 5”7, average weight and had curly brown hair that she wore a little past her shoulders. She had huge boobs and a firm butt; Natalie couldn’t lie she was a bit jealous of her figure.
The two girls laid there in their pajamas, which Natalie hated but she wasn’t comfortable enough around Payton to sleep naked or even in her underwear yet. Natalie was scrolling through her Instagram when all of the sudden she heard a *Ppppprrrrrrrrrrtttt* She glanced over at Payton who was simply facing the wall, not looking towards Natalie, but her butt was facing her. Then a putrid smell hit Natalie’s nose, it smelled like rotten eggs. Payton had definitely ripped one. Natalie had been holding in a fart since she woke up, she was going to wait until Payton left to use the bathroom to cut it, but hey if Payton was gonna do it. *phhffrrrtt* Natalie released the fart she had been holding in, it echoed around the quiet room. Natalie’s fart was louder and wetter sounding. Natalie did have to poop, she was just too lazy to go at first. But ripping that fart had made her bowels move a bit and if she didn’t go soon it wouldn’t be pretty.
She couldn’t lie, she wasn’t looking forward to doing this. She hated other people hearing her poop, but she knew she couldn’t hold it through all of college. She got out of bed and put on a green pair of flip-flops. She grabbed her ID card to get back in the room and walked out, leaving Payton to scroll through her phone. The door shut behind her and right as she was about to walk down the hallway to the bathroom she heard a loud fart rip inside the room. Natalie smiled, Payton had saved the big one for when her roommate had left. Riley walked over to the bathroom and pushed it open. Inside the bathroom was a lot busier than it had been the night before. All the sinks were taken with various students, both boys and girls, doing their hair and brushing their teeth. She could faintly hear the showers around the corner, there were also 3 students lined up along the wall, caddies full of shampoo and other shower products, as they waited for a shower to open up. Then there was the toilet situation. Every stall was taken and each stall had at least one person in line as they waited for it to open. Around 7 of the 12 stalls had 2 people in line. Natalie hadn’t really thought about it but of course, everyone needed a toilet in the morning. Many of them for more “serious business”, which is unfortunately what Natalie needed. She scanned the situation to see which stall would be the best to line up for. Obviously any stall that had two people in line was out of the question.
That left 5 stalls she could line up for. The first one was the second stall. Inside that stall was a girl. Natalie could see she had jeans on, but they must’ve been only pulled down to her knees as you couldn’t see that they were down from the outside. The girl inside was Natalie’s RA Olivia. She was a girl with bright blonde hair, she had a pale face so her bright red lipstick stuck out. She wore her hair in a bun. She was on the taller side and was of average weight. Olivia had woke up bursting to pee like she always does, but she didn’t want her residents to see her disheveled and like she just woke up, so she squirmed as she got her clothes on and danced in place as she put her hair up and grinded her thighs together as she put her makeup. She hurried into the bathroom and was now pissing a night’s worth of urine into the toilet. Being an RA this was her third year in the dorm, and she had no qualms about using these bathrooms. Outside of her door was a dude. He was a freshman who was around 6”. He had long curly black hair but not shoulder length. He was skinny and almost looked like a grown-up version of Finn Wolfhard. He had long plaid pajama pants on and a white shirt. He was moving around a little bit and Natalie could tell he was holding his, uh member, through the pocket. His name was Garrett and he had actually fallen asleep needing a pee but was too tired to go at the time. He regretted it when he woke up as he was now desperate to go and walked into the bathroom to find all the stalls taken. Hearing Olivia peeing did not help his urge and he stood there hoping she would hurry before he leaked. The next stall available was the one right next to Olivia, and it had a guy using it. It was actually the other RA Mike. He, like Olivia, was peeing a long and hard stream into the toilet. He was happy when he had walked into the bathroom and found a stall open, he wasn’t usually a desperate dude but he needed a pee that morning for sure. Mike was tall and had long blond hair, he looked like a skater dude which made sense seeing as he was one. Natalie could see that he was wearing bunny slippers on his feet. In line for Mike’s stall was a girl. Her name was Brittany and she was a short girl who had short bright blond hair that was a bob. She had bright blue eyes and she was in line with her legs tightly crossed. If she was in public you wouldn’t really notice but being in a bathroom you could tell it was an urgent pee need. She had on long flannel pajamas that matched the boy squirming next to her. Like him, hearing an RA release their night’s remains was doing a number on her. Brittany was an only child, so she wasn’t used to sharing a bathroom so she stayed in bed awhile letting her bladder fill, this had been a mistake. Still she had an image to maintain, so she tried to act like she was okay.
The next stall with only one in line was stall #6. Riley could see pink Nike’s underneath the door. Inside was Caleigh, the shy pooper from yesterday. Luckily this time she had only needed a pee and a small one at that, she had actually already done her pee earlier that morning. She woke up early to run every morning and was happy to find the bathroom empty. So this was just a light stream from some water she drank during the workout. The person waiting outside the bathroom was a girl and this girl had some urgent business. She had to take a morning dump. Her name was Alina and she was around 5”6 and skinny. She had long dirty blond hair that went over her shoulders past her boobs and looked messy on account of her just waking up a few moments ago. She had chubby cheeks for a skinny girl and was very pale. She stood there, butt tightly clenched and breathing heavily. The new college food that she ate late the night before did not agree with her and a wet poop was making its presence known. Alina was wearing short pink PJ shorts and a pink PJ shirt with a puppy on it. Alina had woken up and hurried to the bathroom only to find it full, she silently swore to herself and got in line, hoping the person in the stall she picked wasn’t having similar issues. The next stall available was next to Caleigh and it funnily enough had Jimmy, the shy pooper from last night. He was peeing a hard morning stream after just waking up a few moments ago. Natalie could see his black Adidas flip-flops he used for the bathroom. He and Caleigh had made small talk while they both waited for a stall, Jimmy slightly embarrassed as his urge was much more visible with some leg crossing. Outside of his stall was a guy named Jon. Jon was around 5”11 and had curly shortish hair. He had tan skin and was a little on the muscular side but was still pretty skinny. He had on plaid pajama shorts and a basketball pajama shirt. And like the girl waiting next to him, he had to take a dump. He figured it was the college food as well, he was gassy all night and then he woke up with a load knocking on his backdoor. He got to the bathroom and swore under his breath as he got in line. His cheeks were squeezed tightly.
The last stall available was the one at the very end. Inside the stall was an Indian exchange student named Prisha. She was on the thicker side, being slightly heavier than average, she was on the taller side at around 5”7. She had straight black hair that went down to her lower back. She had a great butt and decent boobs to match. Prisha was wearing a hoodie and pink pajama shorts. Prisha was having the opposite pooping problem of the other students, instead of having diarrhea she was a bit clogged up. She woke up feeling gassy and bloated, but she had a reputation for being a bit constipated. She sat on the toilet, occasionally blasting a dry fart into the bowl. Prisha had been used to using public bathrooms in India so she didn’t have many qualms about using a toilet in front of others. In line was her roommate, Saanvi, another Indian exchange student. She was short, pretty skinny, around 5”3, and wore her black hair in a ponytail. She had glasses on and had a typical nerdy look to herself. She had to pee a decent bit, but she was mostly there to talk Prisha and keep her company. Though she did hope she’d hurry up so she could have her morning pee.
Natalie assed the situation, she had an urgent need knocking on her door so she needed to pick one that wouldn’t take long. Prisha’s stall was obviously out, who knew how long she’d be there trying to drop her logs. The stall with the girl in line desperate to poop was obviously out. Same with the boy who needed a poo. That left two stalls: the one with the guy in line desperate to pee or the one with the girl desperate to pee. Natalie chose the girl, it would be less embarrassing squirming behind another girl. Natalie got behind the girl and the girl smiled at her while continuing to have her legs tightly crossed. She had also started to jiggle a bit. They heard Mike finish up his stream and it had turned into a small dribble.
Finally he flushed and opened the stall door. Brittany instantly tried to compose herself, she didn’t wanna look desperate in front of this guy as he walked out. She straightened up and smiled. Mike walked out and returned the girl’s smile. “Good morning!” he said to the girl happily. “Morning!” the girl replied back happily. Mike walked past her and Brittany hurried into the stall. Natalie heard her throw her butt onto the seat and heard urine come gushing out of the girl. She definitely had to pee bad. Natalie rubbed her thighs together a bit as even though poop was her main need, she needed to pee pretty bad as well. Olivia was still going strong in her stall, and Garrett was struggling. He was now dancing in place and he couldn’t lie; he had leaked a tiny bit when he heard Brittany's stream start gushing. Finally Olivia finished up and wiped. She flushed and came out, she smiled at Garrett who quickly rushed past her and slammed the door shut. Natalie heard his pee hit the water super hard as the boy was obviously desperate. All of the sudden Natalie heard a fart rip through the bathroom. It wasn’t from a person on a toilet, but from someone in line. Alina’s blushing face gave away that it was her who had cut it. It was insanely wet sounding and Natalie wouldn’t be surprised if it was a shart. Luckily for Alina it wasn’t one, but she had come dangerously close to messing herself. Just then Jon cut a juicy sounding fart as well, he continued looking at his phone with his cheeks tightly clenched. Natalie was impressed how unfazed he had acted. But Jon, on the inside, was freaking out. Like Alina that fart was a sign things were about to get bad, quickly. Just then, Jimmy finished peeing and flushed. He opened the stall and Jon waddled in, afraid that if he spread his cheeks at all he’d shit himself.
He quickly pulled his shorts down and exploded into the toilet, farts and poop shooting out of him. Alina started dancing in place, she needed a shit so badly and hearing that was torture. Just then. Caleigh started pulling paper. Alina danced in anticipation, buttcheeks still tightly clenched. The girl flushed and walked out. Alina bolted into the stall and slammed it shut. She quickly ripped down her shorts, as she did she ripped another wet sounding fart that echoed in the bathroom. She sat down and wet poop immediately exited her and splashed into the water below. Alina couldn’t help but moan as the poop and farts shot out of her. Next door, Jon broke and moaned a little as more liquid shit poured out of him as well. Both students blushed hard as they were embarrassed that this display was being heard by everyone in the room. Just then a dry fart ripped from the stall of Prisha. Hearing all of this was torture for Natalie who still needed a poop quite badly. Just then a wet fart ripped out of Natalie, it had come so quickly that she had no time to hold it back. She blushed heavily as a few people turned their heads towards her. She squirmed in place a bit as Brittany continued to pee a hard stream into the bowl. Finally Natalie heard her stream start to die down. Natalie, despite being desperate, was still feeling a bit nervous. Even though Jon and Alina were blowing up the bathroom, she still felt a bit shy. Finally Brittany flushed and exited the stall. She breathed a sigh of relief as she did. Natalie quickly entered the stall and shut the door. She pulled down her pajama pants and sat down. Next door, Garrett’s stream was finally dying down and had become just a few droplets hitting the water. He flushed and that gave Natalie enough noise to start her pee stream. Of course the noise was temporary and soon Natalie was blushing as her pee stream filled the air. Soon her stream died down but Natalie stayed seated.
Despite Jon and Alina blowing up their toilets a few stalls down, Natalie was still embarrassed about taking a dump in front of everyone. Finally her body forced a fart to shoot out, it was an airy one and it didn’t make much noise. This gave Natalie the confidence to start going, maybe it’d be a quiet one. She forced another fart out and this one echoed in the bowl. Or maybe it’d be a loud one. A log started to push it’s way down and it landed in the bowl with a loud plop noise. Natalie blushed as right after this log dropped another fart ripped out, this one wetter sounding. A second log began to emerge out of her butt. Just then, Natalie heard someone come rushing into the bathroom. They made a beeline for the stall next to Natalie, the one Garrett had finished using. Natalie saw the person sit down and pull her purple pajama pants to the floor. The second the girl sat on the toilet, Natalie heard the girl explode into the toilet. Farts and diarrhea shot into the bowl, and Natalie heard the girl moan softly. Natalie’s log dropped into the toilet and a third smaller one quickly followed. The girl next door farted several loud and wet farts, the whole time she would grunt and moan. Obviously the college food had messed this chick up. Natalie farted a softer, airy fart and one small nugget fell into the bowl with a faint plop. She was done. She began to pull toilet paper, the whole time the girl next to her was still farting up a storm and releasing liquid shit into the bowl. Natalie finished wiping up and flushed. Luckily it all went down, tho the skidmarks stayed. Natalie exited the stall and outside waiting was a cute guy. He was around 6”1 and had short blonde hair. He was decently skinny but had broad shoulders. Natalie instantly turned beat red when she locked eyes with the guy, she was embarrassed that this guy was about to use the toilet she just destroyed. She quickly brushed past him and went to the sinks.
She could see the guy’s stall in the mirror, she saw him pull down his sweatpants and sit down in the toilet. She smiled, relieved that the guy was going to do the same thing to that toilet that she just did. As she washed her hands she heard two airy farts shoot into the toilet that she had just used. “That poor toilet,” she thought. As Natalie walked out she could hear the girl with purple pajama pants continuing to push diarrhea, the cute guy had farted a wet fart and she could hear his first log hitting the water, Alina was still doing wet farts into her toilet, same with Jon, and Prisha had finally produced a log which dropped into the toilet with a loud *kerplunk* and a loud sigh afterwards. Natalie went back to her room and unlocked it with her keycard. Instantly she was hit with a repulsive smell. She noticed that Payton was gone. Payton must’ve been ripping farts the whole time Natalie was gone and then finally gone for a shit. She laid down on her bed and scrolled through Twitter and other social media apps on her phone. After about 15 mins, Payton walked back into the room. “What’s up.” She said and nodded at Natalie. Natalie looked up and replied with a “Sup.” But then Natalie did a double take, Payton had purple pajama pants. She was the one who had blown up the stall next to her. Natalie just smiled. |
Back in the present Natalie was struggling. She had her hands jammed in her crotch and was trying desperately to not leak. She had a 3 hour car ride ahead of her and both her bowels and bladder were filled. She shook her legs up and down constantly. Her stomach churned and gurgled loudly. She put in headphones to pass the time and tried listening to some music. For the next hour she listened to music while in immense discomfort. She kept ripping silent farts that reeked but she didn’t care, it helped relieve just a bit of pressure. Her piss urge would sometimes rear its ugly head and she would be forced to jam her hand into her privates. She could see her sister put her nose into her shirt in response to the smell but she didn’t care about that either. After the hour mark Natalie’s eyes felt heavy, and despite her ugent toilet need, she managed to doze off.
She woke up to the sound of a loud ripping sound. She wasn’t sure what it was at first but then she realized it was her fart. The car’s windows were down but you could still smell a faint gassy smell. Natalie blushed slightly as she realized she must’ve been ripping ass while she had dozed off. Just then a pang hit her bladder intensely and Natalie jammed her hands in her crotch. Her stomach churned as well and a wet fart forced its way out. “Honey, are you alright back there?” her mom asked, looking very concerned. “Y-yeah,” she said wiggling in her seat “Just still really need a pee.” Natalie’s sister Maria still had her nose buried in her shirt “Smells like more than a pee.” Natalie turned redder and stammered “Well yeah, I need to take a dump as well, I told you guys I didn’t get to use the toilet at all this morning.” she said shifting in her seat. Her poop made a rush for the exit, so she was forced to tense her body and squeeze her cheeks. She moaned a little. “Don’t worry hun, we’re only 10 minutes away.” her mom said sympathetically. Even her dad, who hours ago was pissed off, felt bad. “I’ll try to go as fast as I can, okay Nat?” her dad said to her. Natalie ripped a wet sounding fart and cried out “Yes, please do!” while jiggling in place. Sammy couldn’t help but make fun of her older sister for getting herself into this predicament. “Beer shits hit hard the next morning, huh?” she said to her sister, barely looking up from her phone. “Sammy, shut the fuck up,” Natalie replied, still jiggling in her seat. “And all that bent up beer just begging to come out?” she said next. This causes a spurt to shoot out of Natalie and slightly dampen her blue panties. “I’m gonna kill you later.” she growled but Sammy just laughed in response.
Finally, they pulled into the parking lot of Sammy’s dorm. Natalie unbuckled her seat belt and yelled to her dad “Please, just let me out, I have to run in now.” Her dad stopped the brakes, he didn’t want her to stain his car and he still felt a bit guilty. Natalie got out and immediately shoved her hands into her crotch. Getting out so quickly caused her bladder to spasm and it had come close to making her flood her leggings. She made a yelp noise and hurried towards the front entrance. She ran but also was squeezing her thighs together tightly making it hard to go quick. As she ran she ripped another wet sounding fart, luckily she was not around anyone when she did. She had her cheeks clamped to prevent her wet poop from pouring out. She came upon the tables where the RAs and other staff were checking people in. “Fuck!” she thought to herself. Natalie had completely forgotten that Sammy hadn’t gotten her key yet, she wouldn’t be able to get into the room. Now Natalie didn’t normally like people knowing about her toilet needs, but messing and pissing herself would be 1000x worse.
She ran up to a table with a redhead and blue hair girl just got done giving another person their key.. Natalie tried to maintain her composure when she got up there, but she had her legs still crossed firmly and her butt remained clenched. “Hi!” the redhead girl said excitedly. Natalie smiled back and talked quickly, bobbing up and down the whole time. “Hey! So my sister is moving into the dorm and my parents are just parking the car but I reallyyyyyy need to go to the restroom, can I have her key please.” Natalie said this sentence at a million miles per minute. As she said this she noticed the blue hair girl had her hands buried in her crotch and tightened up when she mentioned the word bathroom. Sydney laughed and said “Yeah sure, I just need your sister’s name and some ID to prove you have the same last name and you’re good to go.” Natalie smiled and shook more violently knowing that relief was near. “Sammy. Sammy Allen.” she said as she reached into the waistband of her tights and pulled out her phone. She pulled her ID out of a pocket attached to the phone and shoved it to the girl, shaking as she did. The girl checked it and handed it back to Natalie then she pulled out the card which displayed a smiling Sammy. “Toilet is in room 417,” the redhead said with a smile. “Oh my God, thank you, thank you so much I owe you my life.” she said sprinting away from the table. “Damn,” Sydney said to Brie, “That chick needed a piss BAD!” Brie shook her legs and pushed her knees together. “I know the feeling,” she muttered to herself. But Sydney was too busy telling the next person to hear.
Natalie shot up the stairs, her hands were jammed into her crotch as she ran. She didn’t care about the stares she got from parents, siblings, and students going down. She moved quickly, maneuvering around people as swiftly as possible. She ripped yet another wet sounding fart as she passed a mom and daughter who stared at her wide-eyed. She couldn’t care less as that fart almost was the end for her. She shot through the door onto the fourth floor. Her eyes scanned the door numbers quickly, looking for 417.
Finally her eyes landed on the numbers, she almost cried with tears of happiness. She jiggled in place and slid the card in the slot, but the button flashed red. “Oh, come on!” she exclaimed as she shook harder and crossed her legs. She slid it the other way and it flashed red again. “You gotta be kidding me!” she said as she grabbed her ass. She started to try it again and as she did a 4 second spurt of urine made a baseball sized wet patch. She scanned it quickly again and it glowed green this time. “Yes!” she yelled out loud and ripped the door open. She was so close, it was right there. She saw the bathroom door on the left and quickly pulled on the handle. It was locked. Fucking locked. Another spurt shot out of her and further dampened her panties. It hit her, Sammy’s roommate must be in there, she looked around the room and saw half of it was decorated with a college girl’s items. She knocked on the door loudly, she had her one hand shoved in her crotch and the other grabbing her ass, she couldn’t hold still. She normally tried to give people their privacy but she needed in now. “Y-yeah?’ Riley asked shyly. Riley had her pants pulled halfway up, slightly exposing her pink panties. She danced in place wondering who was out there. “Hey Riley, it’s Sammy. I need to get on that toilet ASAP, can you please let me in. Now!” Sammy said super quickly. She didn’t wanna come off as rude, but she was seconds away from messing herself. Riley blushed furiously as she danced in place, she listened to Natalie’s plea and had one of two options: Let Natalie use it or get relief herself. “Well, I have to shit and Natalie probably just needs a pee, so I’ll let her use it.” Riley decided. Plus she didn’t want Natalie to have to wait for her to drop a load off and make her piss herself. Riley pulled up her shorts and clenched her butt cheeks together, she had to poop so bad.
She opened the door and Natalie was directly outside the door, dancing vigorously in place.
“Thank you so so much, I’m so sorry I woke up late and..” Natalie said as she rushed into the bathroom. Natalie closed the door and slammed onto the toilet. Immediately a torrent of pee came gushing out into the water. Natalie couldn’t help but moan loudly. “Damn, she really needed that piss,” Riley thought as she squirmed in place.
Natalie blushed furiously as the torrent of piss filled the bowl. Outside Riley continues to move around in place, all of the sudden a fart slipped out. It was a bubbly sounding one, loud. Riley prayed that Natalie couldn’t hear it. Luckily for her, the piss sound drowned out all other noise.
“Hurry up, hurry up!” Riley thought as she kept her but tightly clenched. Inside Natalie sighed as her pee came to a close. Just as the last few drops came out she ripped a loud, wet fart that echoed in the toilet bowl. Natalie continued to blush but she felt no shame, she needed this so bad.
Riley was immediately concerned, sure some girls fart when they pee but it’s usually not so wet and loud. She grew even more concerned when a second one ripped out, this time even wetter sounding. Her fears were confirmed when she heard a squelch sound as some mushy poop shot out of Natalie.
Riley bent over and held her stomach, letting out a groan as she did. If she knew Natalie needed a shit she wouldn’t have given up the bathroom.
Natalie gave happy sigh as more diarrhea poured out of her. Drinking always messed up her stomach the next morning, she had had some embarrassing mornings in guys bathrooms after a night of fun.
Riley sighed and decided to throw all shame away, she knocked loudly on the door. “H-hey I hate to rush you but I need to poop so badly. Can you please hurry?”
Natalie immediately felt horrible, this poor girl had been in her own bathroom about to unload and she had ruined it for her. “Oh my god I’m so sorry, yeah I’ll be as quick as I can.” Natalie grunted as she pushed the next two waves out quickly. Heading it all splash into the water below was torture for Riley. Finally she heard Natalie pulling toilet paper.
Natalie wiped as quickly as she could but it wasn’t easy with the mess she had made. She quickly pulled up her pants and flushed. The toilet had a few skid marks around the hole and it smelled terrible, but Natalie knew Riley was just about to make it so much worse.
She opened the door and saw Riley there, shuffling in place and bent over with her hands on her stomach. “Sorry, sorry!” Natalie said as she moved out of the way. Riley couldn’t even muster a response, she just ran in and slammed the door shut. She ripped her jean shorts down and slammed her ass on the toilet. She immediately exploded, as farts mixed with wet poop shot out of her. She covered her mouth to conceal the noise she made from the pure bliss. She had been maybe a minute away from full on messing herself.
A huge fart exploded out of her and more poop made a floomf sound as it hit the water. She blushed a bright red as she sat there, no one had her shit in a long time and she hated that it had to happen now.
Natalie just sat on her sister’s empty bed and scrolled on her phone as she waited for her family to come up. As she listened to Riley blow up the toilet she continued to feel bad that she had delayed her, the girl was clearly desperate. She heard two more rounds of mushy poop squelch out of Riley then heard her start rolling paper.
Riley felt a lot better, she wiped and then flushed. The bathroom smelled horrible from the two girls visit and the toilet had even more skid marks around the toilet. As she left the toilet she couldn’t help but look shyly away from Natalie as she exited.
“Sorry again for holding you up, I didn’t realize-“ Natalie started saying before Riley cut her off. “No! No it’s okay. I get it.” She said with a small laugh. Just then the door opened and Sammy along with her mom and dad walked in.
“Riley! What’s up!” Sammy said with a huge smile as she hugged Riley tightly. “Good thing I already pooped” Riley thought. She smiled back and said “Good to see you, can’t believe it. College!”
Sammy’s mom opened the door, Riley had closed it to save some of the smell. “Oh my god, Natalie that reeks!” Riley and Natalie both grimaced. Natalie didn’t want to throw Riley under the bus so she just laughed and said, “Hey, I told you I had to go!” She covered her nose and walked in. “God, you destroyed this toilet.” She said as she shut the door and unbuttoned her jeans to try and pee as quickly as possible. “Hey when a girl has to go.” Natalie said with a smile towards Riley. |
I have been away for far too long. Life got the best of me. But I have another chapter, and I have recently been flooded with a bunch of ideas that came to me over my time away. Good things to come! Hope you enjoy this chapter, a tad anti-climitax after all this time but it's the setup for a great one coming up!
Sammy’s belongings were all put away within an hour or so. Riley and her chatted about all the fun they were going to have these next four years as they packed away notebooks and snacks into the dresser drawers.
About halfway through the process, Sammy’s mom pulled a can of air freshener out of a box and said, “This is for the bathroom. I forgot I packed this, or I would’ve given it a good dosing after Natalie’s visit.”
Natalie just rolled her eyes at her as Janet next pulled out a plunger. “You’ll never know when you need one of these.”
The two roommates blushed and nodded as the mother put the two items in the restroom.
Soon the family said their goodbyes. Natalie paid one last visit to the toilet for the trip back, peeing a furious stream and having a loud, airy fart echo into the bowl midstream. Her hangover still made her stomach a bit iffy.
Sammy’s mom and dad both peed as well. Heartfelt goodbyes were said and soon it was just Sammy and Riley in the room.
The two talked and talked for hours about anything and everything.
Sammy had yet to use the toilet, and Riley took notice. The girl didn’t seem desperate, but she was surprised that she hadn’t had a pee after the long car ride.
Riley had only had one poop story about Sammy. Sure, the two had gone at each other’s houses. Sammy seems to have no schedule, just dropping a load off at random times of the day.
She seemed to be more bold than Riley. There were times Sammy would ask for a bathroom pass in math or english class and be gone for 10 or so minutes. There was another time she missed a day of school and admitted to her group of friends she spent most of the absent day “shitting her brains out.”
But Riley had only heard her friend one time. The two went to a waterpark that was about two hours away one weekend. Sammy's mother's work had given away tickets, and each sibling was allowed to bring one friend. Sammy chose Riley while Natalie chose her friend Becca.
Becca was a pale girl with reddish hair that fell just below her breasts. She was on the thicker side, with boobs and a butt that made most girls envious. She was a bit self-conscious about her weight and the mild acne on her face, however.
The four girls shared one room for the weekend. Riley had no issues when it came to pooping that weekend. She made it simple: take a dump before the shower. After a long day in chlorinated water all the girls needed to rinse it all off, and Riley would use this time to poop.
The shower drowned out any noises and the soapy smell of all the girls really drowned out any foul smells.
Natalie had the same gameplan. Riley realized this when, preparing to take a discrete movement after Natalie had showered, she lifted the toilet to find skid marks scattered around the bowl.
Becca and Sammy did not have that idea however.
Sammy wasn’t embarrassed to poop around strangers. She would never see them again, so what difference did it make. But, she did not like going around people she knew. Those smells and sounds might stick with a person. She figured she would just poop at the waterpark when the urge came, no big deal.
Sadly, someone always seemed to follow her when she felt the urge.
Shortly after the foursome arrived, she felt the Wendy’s that had been eaten on the trip up hit her. Sammy cut foul smelling farts while changing in the bathroom, and planned to act like she forgot to pee after the car trip to use the park toilets.
When they walked out, she quickly said “I need a quick piss.” While heading towards the toilets. Riley hastily added “I’ll come with.” Riley had genuinely forgotten to pee in the excitement of arriving at the hotel, and while she had intended to just sneakily go in the pool, took the opportunity to go a more sophisticated way.
“Damn,” Sammy thought. She was gonna be forced to hold it until she could find a more opportune time to sneak away.
The two headed over to the women’s restroom where a small line was there for the six or so stalls in there. At the front was a middle-aged woman with curly brown hair in a one-piece suit, who did not look urgent in the least. Behind her were two girls who were probably in middle school, both wearing clothes and also neither looking desperate.
But the last girl in line was a blonde lifeguard. She had on a red t-shirt with a whistle around her neck and red short shorts. She was skinny, and she had normal sized boobs with a slightly bigger butt. She seemed to be rocking in place a bit and had a serious look on her face.
A stall flushed and the middle-aged girl walked in. Quickly after, another stall flushed and one of the tweens walked in.
Riley and Sammy chatted while behind the lifeguard, who seemed stiff. Suddenly, an eggy odor pierced the nose of the two girls. The blonde now had a red face, and her need had been given away by a silent fart that had slipped out.
Riley laughed and said under her breath, “Guess she needs a shit.” Sammy laughed along, but her stomach churned as it too knew it needed some relief. Her friend’s reaction cemented to Sammy that she had to relieve herself discreetly, Riley was sure to laugh at her as well.
Now of course, Riley wasn’t judgemental like that. But Sammy didn’t know that for sure, and it wasn’t worth the risk.
Wet farts and plops sounded from many of the stalls, the effect of park food on the tourists, and the middle-aged woman seemed to need a poo as well as a squeaky fart sounded from her stall.
The tween was out quickly and replaced by her friend. “Tell Mom I’ll be a sec,” she said and took over the stall of her sister.
Unfortunately for the lifeguard, the girl also needed a poop. The symphony of farts and poops seemed to take a toll on the worker, who was now moving her thighs in place.
Sammy felt a pressure in her stomach and needed a fart badly as well, but she could only hold back.
After around a minute, a flush was heard from a stall that had been occupied when the two arrived. Another lifeguard exited the stall, she was a bit shorter than the blonde, with black hair and seemed to be of Hispanic heritage.
She smiled at her co-worker and said, “Isn’t your break almost over?”
The blonde headed towards the stall and said, “Yes, thanks to you asshole.”
The two chuckled as the blonde quickly pulled down her shorts and released a long fart. A loud plop soon followed, and then a flush out of the stall next to hers.
A pregnant woman, who had black dreads, was very tall, almost like a basketball player and was wearing a bikini, exited.
Sammy and Riley looked at each other and Sammy said, “You go first.” In hopes that if Riley left the bathroom she’d be able to make a quick deposit.
“Good,” Riley replied, bobbing in place. “That large soda took a toll on me.”
She hurried into the stall, and just as she shut it the middle-school girl exited her stall.
Sammy quickly entered it, and was happy that it was the one on the end, faraway from Riley.
She pulled her bikini shorts down and sat on the warm bowl. A steady stream gushed out, she had also consumed a large soda. Sammy felt a pressure in her abdomen and decided to let it rip, her friend wouldn’t be able to pick her fart apart from the other girls.
It was fairly quiet, sounding like a puff of air. The second one was a little louder, but still airy. She looked under the stall and saw that Riley was exiting her toilet.
“Nice,” Sammy thought. “She’ll leave and I can poop.”
The stream slowed to a trickle, and then it died down.
Sammy looked under her stall, but she saw Riley’s camo flip-flops still posted by the sinks. Fuck, her friend was waiting for her. Sammy would have to hold it.
She quickly wiped, flushed and exited.
Riley smiled as the girl went to wash her hands. “I waited for ya!”
“Appreciate it,” Sammy lied through her teeth. As she scrubbed her hands she heard two more plops coming from the stall of the lifeguard and a dry fart exit the stall of the brown-haired woman.
Sammy was envious. |
I appreciate the heck out of the nice comments and reviews! Glad people enjoy this! Here is the second part of the water park saga, and there will be one more to follow.
The once dry farts Sammy had released had given way to soft, wet ones. They were great for sneaking out around her sister and two friends, but they were dangerous. Not to mention smelly.
While in line for a ride, she cut a super quiet but wet and foul-smelling one. It had a spice to it, and Natalie was quick to joke “Damn, who cut the cheese.” The three others laughed, but Sammy knew it was growing into a more urgent matter.
She used the opportunity of being alone in the water tubes to continue to relieve the pressure. Using the double-seated inner tubes was a different story. Sammy was tall, so she was also the heaviest one, which meant she often had to be in the back. This caused her butt to be pointed directly to the girl riding with her, who was more often than not Riley.
Sammy did a good job holding back for the most part, but a semi-loud and wet fart shot out at one point. It sounded like a small pop sound, but Riley didn’t seem to notice over the noise of the park, but it made Sammy blush nonetheless.
After some time riding some slides, Natalie said “I’m starving, let’s grab like a pretzel or something.” The others agreed, but Sammy only did so to avoid suspicion. Any more food was not what she needed at the moment, and her tummy gurgled as if to warn her of that.
As they made their way over to the snack stand, Sammy felt a rush of poop head towards the exit. She stopped and stiffly stood in place to hold it back, clambing her buttcheeks tightly. It was practically now or never.
“I’m just gonna run to the restroom real quick,” Sammy said quickly. But right on cue Riley said, “Oh, I need to go as well. I’ll come with.”
Sammy couldn’t think of a reason to tell her friend to not come, she couldn’t just say “No don’t, I’m about to shit my brains out.” So she just smiled and nodded, and once again the two headed over to the women’s restroom.
Riley once again had no idea she was being such an obstacle to her friend, being in the water all day made her feel a definite urge to pee. And while, again, she normally would just go in the pools, Sammy had suggested a bathroom break at the perfect time.
As they approached the door a lifeguard came hustling over from her stand. She was a short, blonde college student. Slightly on the heavy side, she had a great body that most of the young guys loved to check out while on duty.
As the trio walked in they once again came upon a set of occupied stalls. It was a Thursday night, so the crowd had a pretty steady pace, but luckily there was no line.
The lifeguard immediately crossed her legs and clenched while she waited, and Sammy unintentionally took the same posture to avoid a slip.
Riley, who was usually quiet about bathroom habits, looked at Sammy and said “Something about all this water really makes the bladder fill huh.”
Sammy laughed and nodded in agreement, but she stayed silent. She needed to focus on not ruining her bathing suit. Luckily, it seemed like Riley was right. Intense pee streams echoed out of the stalls, but no one seemed to be going for a number two.
A stall flushed and a teenage girl with brightly dyed pink hair stepped out. She saw the lifeguard standing there and said “Oh good. Hey, the toilet paper is all out in the stall, could you replace it?”
The blonde bobbed in place before saying “Oh, y-yeah no problem. Thanks for letting me know.” She quickly headed over to the sinks and bent down to grab a roll from under the faucets, but when she did a loud, zipper-like fart shot out of the girl. It was a long fart, and one would have to be deaf not to hear it. The pink-haired girl, who had been washing her hand, covered her mouth in a failed attempt to stifle a giggle, causing the lifeguard to turn a bright red.
Meanwhile, Sammy’s stomach continued to churn as another fart approached. The open toilet stared mockingly at her, but she couldn’t use it as this visit would need a lot of TP.
Just then a woman in her 50s exited her stall. Riley, who had been blabbing about something Sammy didn’t hear, started towards it.
“W-wait,” Sammy said, more snappy than she meant. “Can I go first?” She asked with a slight grimace on her face. Riley just smiled and said “Oh yeah, of course!”
Sammy was more than embarrassed to have to say that, but she couldn’t risk waiting for another open toilet.
She hobbled into the stall, just as the lifeguard quickly entered her stall. In perfect unison, the two slammed and locked their doors. The lifeguard quickly started to strip out of her uniform, simply placing the roll on top of the holder, while Sammy quickly tore down her bikini shorts.
Sammy sat down first, and a loud, moaning sounding wet fart painted the bowl within seconds .
A wet fart slipped out of the lifeguard as she pulled her uniform over her butt, causing a small stain on it. She slammed down and blasted a bout of watery poop into the water.
Sammy tried to hold back a bit, but each diarrhea blast made a squelch noise, and plenty of small farts accompanied it. She had gotten spicy nuggets for dinner, and it created a small burn that caused her to moan slightly, making her blush.
As this happened, the stall next to Sammy became free and Riley walked in.
Sammy continued to drop mushy loads as she heard her friend pee a steady stream for 30 seconds before she started pulling toilet paper.
Meanwhile, the lifeguard was basically just peeing out of her butt. Occasionally, a fart would sneak out with it.
Both girls had been seconds from disaster.
Riley flushed and after washing her hands said, “Hey Sammy, I’m just gonna head back out to the snack bar.”
Sammy’s butt responded with a loud, drier-sounding fart before she said, “K, be out in a second.”
With her friend gone, Sammy bore down and released a machine-gun sounding fart that had been held back. She dropped one more small, spicy load and finally felt empty.
The lifeguard had started wiping as Sammy began to clean herself, she flushed, the bowl luckily getting rid of all evidence, and she exited.
The whole time Sammy washed her hands the lifeguard continued to wipe, using much of the toilet paper she had brought in.
Sammy joined the girls at a table they had reserved as they chowed down on chips and other snacks. She smiled at Riley and said, “Sorry ‘bout that.”
Riley just laughed and said “Yeah, no worries.” |
Becca slowly opened her eyes, confused for a second about where she was. As her eyes adjusted to the semi-light bedroom she remembered that she was in the water park hotel.
She looked over to see an empty spot in the bed where Natalie had slept, and hearing the shower running must mean her friend had gotten to the bathroom first.
A pressure in her bladder gave her mild annoyance at that fact. Becca was often very desperate to pee when she woke up. It was odd, she never had trouble holding it during the day, but if she didn’t get to a bathroom soon in the morning there could be trouble.
She sat up slightly and crossed her legs to relieve a bit of pressure, and looked over to see Sammy and Riley both on their phones, still in their pajamas.
Noticing she was awake, Sammy smiled and said, “Morning!”
“Morning,” Becca replied back sleepily. “I guess Nat got first dibs on the bathroom.”
“Sure did,” Sammy answered. “And sorry to tell you, but Riley and I have second and third dibs.”
“Fuck,” Becca thought to herself. Her bladder throbbed in response. The girl wasn’t necessarily shy about her bathroom habits, but she didn’t like announcing them either. Although she liked showing some poise in her life, and squirming and asking to jump ahead just to pee was a bit embarrassing. Not to mention there was an impending second need.
Because of all of the rush yesterday, Becca had simply never pooped. She felt a slight urge when they got back to the room, but they had all crashed so quickly that she never went. Again, she wasn’t too picky about bathroom habits, but announcing her need to cut ahead to take a dump was even more embarrassing.
But as the three girls all kept busy on their phones, she felt a pressure in her abdomen grow.
After about 10 minutes the shower stopped, and soon after Natalie came out of the bathroom with a towel around her head.
“Alright, I’ll try to be quick so we can hurry to the park,” Sammy said as she hurried into the toilet.
Natalie started talking to her friend, but Becca was distracted as a loud pee stream erupted from the bathroom as Sammy took care of her early morning need. She squirmed a bit and clambed her legs together even tighter as her bladder begged for relief. The pee urge seemed to make her more serious urge worse, and a gas bubble made her stomach growl as she held back a fart.
Another stomach churn and a second forced back toot let Becca know she was going to have to think of a Plan B. An idea popped into her head.
“Ugh,” she said, grabbing her head. “I got a pounding headache.”
“Oh shit, I’m sorry Becca I don’t think I brought any Advil,” Natalie replied. She got up and started digging through her small suitcase.
“Please God,” Becca thought to herself. “Do not let her find any.”
“Yeah I didn’t bring any either,” Riley said sympathetically.
“That’s cool,” Becca replied. “I’ll just run down to the lobby and buy some,” she said already throwing on her shoes.
She quickly put them on and grabbed the key card. “BRB,” she said, hurrying out of the door. She sped walked down the hall to the elevator and hit the button with the down arrow. She did a small dance as her pee urge grew worse. “Come on, come on,” she quietly said to herself.
A small ding was heard and the elevator finally arrived. She got in and hit the lobby button, then started smashing the close door button.
The doors slowly slid closed and she started moving downwards. Another gas bubble rumbled in her stomach, she let it rip. It was long and rumbly sounding, surprisingly dry. Immediately after, the elevator stopped. It was picking up people from the second floor.
“Oh, great,” Becca thought as her rancid fart hung heavy in the air. The doors slid open and a young couple in their swimsuits entered. They were having a conversation about some crap Becca didn’t care about when all of the sudden they both stopped talking. Becca could only blush as the smell filed their noses.
The doors slid open and the couple hurried out into the lobby, whispering to each other. Becca, still red in the face, hurried towards the lobby toilets.
As she did, a woman wearing the hotel uniform got up from the front desk and said to her co-worker. “I’m going for my break.” He nodded and she headed straight towards the restrooms.
Jane was in her early-20s, wearing bright red lipstick and had light brown hair with light blonde streaks in it. She was tall, and quick skinny.
Becca and Jane met at the door and they smiled shyly at each other. They both entered a large room with about six empty stalls. Jane headed straight towards the last stall, so Becca decided to take the first one to put as much distance as possible.
Becca entered the stall and the sight of the toilet caused her bladder to spasm, and a small spurt quickly escaped, putting a small stain on her green underwear.
The two girls slammed their doors and Becca pulled down her fuzzy, striped pajama pants while Jane hiked up her work skirt and pulled down her leggings and panties.
Becca immediately released a torrent of pee, and she sighed heavily. She felt a fart coming, and that’s when she felt very self-conscious. For some reason there was no lobby music playing, and the toilets were quite secluded from the main entrance. As a result, it was as quiet as can be in that bathroom.
She held back her gas as her stomach gurgled. She grew red in the face once again as she could only faintly hear Jane’s small steam over her loud one.
Becca’s pee went on for around a minute, and as it died down she decided to wait for the worker to leave to take care of her more urgent business.
But as the last dribbles came out, neither girl made a sound.
Becca sat there squirming for a few minutes, and unbeknownst to her, Jane was playing a similar game.
“Of course, right when I take my poop break some fucking guest is taking her good old time in here,” she thought.
Around the four minute mark it started becoming torture for both girls. Becca continually had to clench her cheeks to prevent any gas from sneaking out, and Jane was doing some similar clenching to prevent the large log from slipping out.
Just then someone entered the bathroom. Both girls jumped at the sudden noise, and the woman entered the stall in the middle and sat down. A decent stream started, and ended fairly quick as the woman was not desperate. She flushed, exited and was at the sinks in about 45 seconds. She washed her hands, and then the hand dryer loudly started.
Becca smiled, that would block any noises, she thought to herself.
A loud, bassy wet fart erupted in the toilet bowl. A crackling sound emerged and two large logs plopped into the water below.
Jane was having a similar orchestra on her side, but in reverse. A very large log plopped into the water, splashing water on her butt, before a second large one followed.
But then the dryer suddenly stopped, and both girls got caught red-handed. Becca had just started dropping a third log, which plopped loudly into the water. Her load was extra big today as she had skipped yesterday.
Jane released a firecracker sounding fart into the toilet right when it went quiet. Both girls both grew red as a tomato. But, they both had a “screw it” mentality now.
Becca cut a small, gas-leaky sounding fart before dropping two small nuggets that *plinked* in the water.
Jane dropped three or four smaller logs, all which made quite the splash.
Becca started wiping first, and Jane decided to wait the girl out. They had heard each other making some gross sounds, but they didn’t need to see each other afterwards.
As Becca flushed, several skid marks stayed on the bowl. She quickly exited, washed her hands and hurried back to the elevators. She could only hope neither girl asked where the medicine was.
The girls went home that night after a day of water park fun. Sammy had held in a second load the car ride home and quickly blew up the bathroom right when she and her sister arrived home. Becca, having only pooped once in the last two days, also hurried to the guest bathroom, her desired spot, to release a gassy, second load.
Riley and Natalie had pooped that morning before their shower, but the greasy park food had affected them requiring a second visit for each. Riley was happy to be blowing up her own private bathroom in her room, and Natalie made sure to plug her nose as she quickly took over after Sammy had dirtied the bowl. |
Hope everyone had a great 2022 and has an awesome 2023! Here's to a new year filled with girls who are urgent for an embarrassing dump!
Back in the dorm, unknown to Riley, Sammy did need a bathroom visit. Quite urgently. She hadn’t peed since she woke up nearly 10 hours ago. But even more so, a feeling in her stomach warned her that a more pressing matter was on the way.
Sammy knew that it was going to be a long year if she couldn’t suck it up and just poop, even if Riley was going to be able to hear every sound and smell every product.
But she also wouldn’t be lying if she said she didn’t wish that Riley would bite the bullet and blow it up first.
As the two talked about the upcoming semester, her pressure grew. She even cut one or two warm, quiet farts that didn’t smell but were getting more urgent.
“Well, we need to meet in the lounge in like 10 minutes for our meeting,” Riley said. “I’m gonna use the restroom real quick then we can go.”
“Yes!” Sammy thought to herself. “Maybe she needs a dump, then I can just add on and no one will feel awkward.”
“Sounds good!” Sammy replied with a smile.
Sammy listened as Riley walked in and shut the door. The lock made a click noise, and she heard the toilet lid being pulled up as the pants came down.
A solid pee stream started, and it made Sammy squirm as her pee need was just about as urgent if not more so than her poop need.
That stream continued on for about 40 seconds and then it died to a trickle before Riley started pulling toilet paper.
A flush was then heard.
“Fuck,” Sammy thought. “Guess it’s gonna be an awkward visit for me.”
Riley exited and Sammy, slightly red in the face, said “I’m gonna go too.”
“Okay!” Riley replied, flopping on her bed and going on her phone.
Sammy walked in, shut and locked the door. She pulled down her jean shorts and green panties, plopping on the toilet that was still refilling from Riley’s flush.
A hard pee stream immediately started, and it echoed through the bathroom. As it went a soft fart shot out of her, and another gas bubble popped up in her stomach.
The next toot shot out of her, this one squeakier and louder. Riley would have heard, but the toilet was still filling and the urine stream was still crazy loud.
She continued to empty her bladder for about a minute before it died out. A log slowly emerged from her and landed with a loud plop in the water.
It was quite an easy poo for Sammy as two more smaller logs plinked into the water. She pushed to get the last remains out, and a second squeaky fart echoed in the bowl.
She blushed as Riley surely heard that one. She let out a small grunt as a few smaller pieces were pushed out, and then she was down.
It had been a pretty quick and easy poop, but the smell was quite potent.
She started wiping, which required a good amount of paper, and then flushed. Luckily, the powerful flush meant that there was an absence of skid marks.
She exited and went to the sink to wash her hand. While she did so she started to smell her poop linger into the bedroom, so she quickly went into the bathroom and used the air freshener to spray, blushing while she did so.
But Riley didn’t react to this, simply saying “Alright, let’s head out.” Once Sammy was done spraying.
The two headed out on a short walk to their floor lounge, which was a small room with a couch, two chairs, a small table in the middle, and a closed door that led to, well the girls didn’t know yet.
Around 15 or so other girls were spread out throughout the room, some on the couches but most either leaning against the wall or sitting on the floor.
Riley and Sammy plopped down next to a black girl with curly black hair and a white girl with dyed short pink hair.
More girls started pouring in as Sammy and Riley chatted, and after about ten or so minutes the room was filled with about 30 chicks.
Just then Sydney and Brie came rushing into the room. One look at Brie, and anyone could decipher how badly she needed to pee. She was squirming as they hurried into the room, and when she sat down she instantly shoved both her hands into her crotch. Her face screamed desperation.
Brie hadn’t peed since first thing in the morning, 6am to be precise. Being the RA’s roommate meant she had to help set up, meet the residents, and just follow Sydney around all day like a dog.
She had asked Sydney several times for a bathroom break, but her roommate always said there would be free time soon to do so. She guiltied Brie into staying with her because “I need you,” but now she just wish she had abandoned Sydney to release nearly 12 hours worth of pent up pee.
Sydney was doing a much better job keeping composed, her hobby helped her with that. She liked to race go-karts, she had since she was about six or seven. Plenty of days had been spent with hours upon hours in a car without a break for either need.
She remembers several times where she waited in a long line with other girls, squirming for a pee or poop, and just making it.
Sydney currently had both urges pressing against her. She also had a nice morning pee, but plenty of water made her need a pee so bad. And the sandwiches provided by the housing committee had worked their way through her, and she felt the cramps in her stomach getting more urgent.
She simply hadn’t found time for a comfort break, and here she was, with just this meeting separating her from relief.
She squirmed slightly, her butt clenched just a bit, as she put on her best smile and proceeded to introduce herself, Brie (who simply faked a smile and waved with one hand while having the other still firmly pressed against her privates), and go through the rules and procedures of the floor.
As she talked she felt a fart nearing the exit, and she had to straighten up to help rein it back in. Most of the rules were simple, she explained how it was a girls-only floor but boys were allowed as guests, what they can and can not have in their room, all that good stuff.
“And of course you all have your own private bathrooms,” she said. The word bathrooms had caused her and Brie to shift uncomfortably. “They get cleaned every Tuesday morning, of course please try not to leave it a disaster for our housing staff. They work very hard.”
Talking about the subject only made matters worse for the two girls. A spurt of pee had shot out of Brie, who gasped and quickly shoved her other hand into her crotch. An intense gas bubble had manifested in Sydney’s stomach, causing a silent, slightly hissy fart to escape.
“Um,” she said, ignoring the meaty smell that had appeared. “We also have a small bathroom in here.”
She walked over and opened the mystery door, revealing a small room with a toilet and a sink.
“This is just in case your roommate is in the bathroom and you need to use it.”
She bobbed in place as the white porcelain throne mocked her, her stomach gurgled and a jet of pee had slightly stained her panties.
“Hey Syd,” Brie said interrupting and quickly standing up. “I’m just gonna demonstrate how the bathroom works,” she added with a small chuckle.
A few of the girls laughed as Brie hobbled over and quickly slammed the door shut. Everyone listened as they heard the lid being slammed up, and then a water gun of pee shot into the toilet.
Some other girls started laughing slightly, and Brie let out a small moan on the inside.
Brie didn’t mind if people heard her pee, pooping was a different story, but she could pretty much pee anywhere anytime. A small room with a room full of girls just outside? Sure thing.
This pee felt practically orgasmic as the noise sounded like a water fountain. This was torture to Sydney, and she quickly crossed her legs tightly.
She knew she wasn’t going to make it through this meeting with dry, or maybe even clean, panties. She needed to get in after Brie.
“Okay,” she said, trying to disguise any strain in her voice. “Why don’t we play an icebreaker? Match up with three people next to you. Learn one fun fact about each other and then we’ll share in about five or so minutes.”
The room erupted with sound, covering up the intense stream coming from inside the bathroom. Sydney leaned against the wall and tried to nonchalantly place a hand into her crotch. She also strategically pressed her behind on the wall.
“Please, please hurry up Brie,” she thought as she jiggled her legs. |
On the inside of the tiny bathroom, Brie couldn’t help but have her mouth agape as her pent up liquid continued to pour out of her.
She usually would feel bad for Sydney, both of them desperately needed this seat, but the fact that the girl had seemingly made her hold it just because she was too needed to go was, well dumb.
All day it was “Hey, I have to go just as bad,” and “We will both get to go soon.”
Plus doing this in front of all these residents was lowkey embarrassing, so she was fine taking her good old time.
Her stream died down to a trickle, and Brie took the opportunity to finally go through her message and other social media apps.
Outside, the floor full of girls all got to know each other. Some awkwardly, some more boldly, but no one was having a struggle like Sydney was.
She tried to act casual by just going on her phone while occasionally looking up and smiling, but a war was going on inside of her.
Her need to pee was at a breaking point, and her more secretive need wasn’t going much better.
She had resorted to releasing wave after wave of silent but smelly farts. With this many girls around, no one could pin it on her.
But plenty of girls could certainly smell it. “Did someone not put on deodorant,” one incorrectly thought to herself. “Who let one rip,” another more accurately thought.
Being so close to the door, she could hear that Brie was done. But of course, no toilet paper had been pulled yet.
“Fuck, does she also need a poo?” Sydney thought.
Sydney was already mortified that she was about to blow up this toilet in front of all her residents. Hopefully the talking would disguise any uncomfortable noises, and she could easily shut the door to prevent any smells. But the length of the visit was sure to do her in.
She wanted to run off to her own bathroom in her and Brie’s room, but the Hall Director was probably going around to make sure all the RAs were doing their job. He wasn’t the nicest guy and could easily write her up for leaving a meeting unsupervised.
The only other time she remembers being so pressed for both needs was at one of her last go kart races a few years ago.
It was her family’s hobby, her grandpa had done it professionally. Her mom and aunt had done it more as a hobby, and Sydney and her sister mostly did it for that as well.
They competed in ameture meets, spending long days and nights at the tracks. She remembers being as young as four or five and seeing her older sister finish a race only to just run off to the toilets.
You could be in those karts for hours and hours, and your pit crew provided plenty of water to keep you hydrated and alert in the blazing sun and kart.
After every race, almost everyone needed a pee. It was like a tradition to hear a waterfall out of the toilets near the exit.
But, of course the urgent need always reared its ugly head at times.
Sydney remembers being a young teen and her older sister, Christina, had just come in third place at a tournament. Placing meant lots of pictures with the second and first place finishers, getting recognized and sometimes even doing an interview or two for the local paper or news station.
Those three racers were usually the last on a toilet, and it had been about 15 minutes when Christina came over to the family.
Sydney’s sister was short, about 5”4 with most of that height coming from her long legs. She had curly brown hair, and chubby cheeks despite being a little on the skinny side. Her butt was a pretty normal one, but she had a nice pair of boobs.
Her mom and dad gushed over her, but Sydney couldn’t help but notice how uncomfortable she looked. Her face was more of a grimace than one of excitement.
“Come on, I want a family picture with the trophy,” her mom said happily.
“Mom, come on, it's just third place,” Christina said while bobbing up and down. “I’ve had way better finishes.”
“Now now, just one please?”
Christina nodded and the four of them got close, and that’s when Sydney heard a loud, rumbly, sputtery fart cut through the air.
She quickly looked over to her sister who continued smiling brightly, no indication she had just ripped one. Her parents seemed just as oblivious, and for a second Sydney thought maybe she had just imagined it.
“Okay,” Christina said after the final picture was taken. “I’m gonna nip to the toilets” She bounced in place a bit and handed the trophy to her mom.
She hurried over towards the toilets, joining the racers who had finished in first and second.
Sydney noticed that her sister got to the queue quite quickly, and the weird shuffle she did to get there told her that what she heard earlier was indeed a fart, a pre-poop one it seemed.
Sydney kind of needed a pee, and with a long trip home she figured she might have well join her sis.
She got over there and immediately noticed a sour smell. Christina had probably ripped on on the walk over, desperate for some relief.
Christina and Kelly, the one who had finished in second, both had their light tightly crossed while the first place winner, Kiersten, looked perfectly fine.
Kelly was a hispanic girl with super curly light brown hair. She had thick eyebrows and was kind of built like a green bean. Tall and stocky, with an average set of breasts and butt.
Kiersten was about the same height as Christina, but she was a little more on the heavy side. She had a plump rear end and wide hips, and her hair was originally brown but had been dyed brown. She wore it down to her shoulders.
Sydney listened as the girls mostly just discussed the race, compliments on each other’s techniques and the such, as about 12 or so girls in front of them worked through the toilets. One or two spectators were mixed in, but it was mostly the racers.
It wasn’t the fastest moving line, what with the process to take off the race suit combined with the odd pooper. No one looked particularly of dire need besides Christinia and Kelly, who just looked uncomfortable.
Finally Kelly brought up the topic everyone had on their mind.
“Crazy how there’s only one bathroom,” she said with a nervous laugh. “They know that after four hours on the track that everyone will need it.”
“For real, the drivers should have their own facilities or something,” Christina replied, shifting her weight uncomfortably.
The conversation quickly moved on to something else, none of the girls were eager to continue that embarrassing convo, but Sydney noticed that Kiersten seemed to stiffen as they talked about the toilets.
Sometimes there was a foul smell, but it went unmentioned as who knows who it was or if it came from a fart or from the bathroom.
The line moved along, Christina continued to clench her cheeks and move around while Kelly couldn’t keep still, dancing around and rubbing her thighs together occasionally. It seemed like she was only desperate for a pee.
Kiersten seemed to be okay, she didn’t really show the need for an urge one way or another, but as they got closer to the toilets she did seem to get quiet.
The fart-like smell got worse. Christina seemed to get more red in the face, and she could only hope no one was paying too close to where that smell was emanating from.
As they neared the entrance, a tight, squeaky sounding fart shot out of Kiersten. The sound indicated that it clearly snuck through clenched cheeks, and she immediately turned a bright red color.
Christinia and Kelly briefly stopped talking, but quickly picked back up so as to not draw attention. No one in the bathroom had even really paid attention, but Kiersten couldn’t help but feel incredibly embarrassed.
Truth be told, Kiersten had needed a dump since she had arrived at the track. A visit to the toilet was always the first thing on her morning to-do list, but as she sleepily sat on the throne early this morning, only pee had exited.
Of course right when they got there, she felt a pressure in her lower stomach. She didn’t love the idea of going number two in public anyways, she was naturally a gassy person and her visits were always very loud and clear to others.
Add on all the pre-race stuff she had to get done, there wasn’t much time for a visit anyways. It wasn’t too hard of a load to hold back, but she was certainly ripping a lot of ass. Luckily, the garage was loud and full of weird smells, so no one was able to really hear her as they worked on her car before game time.
She was destroying the seat of her go kart, farting up a storm during the whole race. Loud ones, quiet ones, smelly ones. Her focus on the race made her largely forget her need for a poop, but after the excitement of the win had worn off a sharp pain in her stomach reminded her of what she hadn’t done yet.
The trophy presentation felt like it went on for years as she shifted around uncomfortably, and she quickly shoved the trophy to one of her pit crew members and said “BRB.” Racing to the toilets only to find a nice, long line.
She was now nearing her limit, and the fart was an example of what was to come. Shortly after her slip, a fellow racer exited a stall with Kiersten next in line.
Kiersten tried to act casual as she sped walk into the stall. The sight of a throne made her stomach gurgle, and she started undoing her tracksuit. She danced in place as she did so, her cheeks staying clenched. She kicked off the suit, and a loud, duck-sounding fart blasted out of her.
With no time to waste, she pulled down the jeans she had on underneath and collapsed onto the toilet.
Three loud, juicy farts quickly echoed out, all pent up from her time in line. A firm, hard log crackled and fell into the water below. A quieter, squeaky sounding fart made its way out as two harder nuggets made a loud *splash* *splash* and she hung in her head in euphoria/shame.
It was the first time she had ever pooped at a race track. She had gone at school a few times when her morning need was a bit delayed, but that was always in between classes with no one in there. This was in a packed restroom with people she worked and raced with every weekend. She had just won the damn race, and now those she had beat could hear all her gross noises.
Meanwhile, Christinia’s need had only increased. She was a master at holding in her farts, in her many years of life she had only ever truly slipped one once. Never fall asleep in study hall, can’t hold them back then.
Christinia had felt the urge in the middle of the race, and by the end of the race she was praire-dogging. Luckily it was a solid poop, she was not as great at holding back a sloppier poop. But the line wait hadn’t helped things. She did her best to keep distracted, but getting close to the toilets only made it more of a pressing need.
Hearing Kiersten blow up the toilet did two things: One, it made her feel better as she wasn’t the only racer dying for a shit. Two, it made her need to go all the more.
Kelly dragged on about something, but Christina wasn’t listening. Her log had poked out, and she couldn’t really hold it back any longer.
Christinia was a quick pooper, heck she could get it done in the time some girls took for a pee. If the toilets were a respectable distance, she had no trouble going for a “pee” and getting a secret dump in.
This one was going to be no exception. A mom left the stall directly next to Kirsten, who was now just peeing a strong stream after filling the bowl.
“Nice, your turn!” Kelly said with a smile.
Christina blushed slightly and nodded, heading into the stall and closing it. Having been insanely desperate for a post-race pee a few times before, she had become an expert at ripping her suit off. She got it off, undid the belt on her jeans and the log began to slip out before she was even fully seated.
The loud plop of her first log was quickly followed by two medium-sized ones. She couldn’t help but let out a soft moan as the pressure in her stomach was erased. A small nugget fell out, and her more serious need was already satisfied. A heavy pee stream then began.
Sydney and Kelly listened to this show quietly as the former jiggled in place.
“Oh, I do hope they hurry this up,” Kelly said with a laugh. “I need a pee so bad.”
Sydney smiled and nodded before saying “Yeah, me too. But hey, when a girl needs a poo.”
Kelly let out a loud laugh and nodded. “More like when two girls need a poo.” The two laughed loudly again.
Kiersten and Christina could hear the conversation, and both blushed as they started to wipe up.
They flushed and exited at about the same time, both going to the sinks without glancing at the two girls.
Kelly and Sydney headed to the stalls, and Kelly with a cheeky smile quipped, “Hope it doesn’t smell too bad in her,” she said with a wave of her nose.
Sydney went into Kiersten’s stall while Kelly took Christina’s. Both stalls had a heavy poop smell to them, not unbearable but enough for a girl to want to be out quicker than normal.
Kelly saw several skid marks around the bowl that the logs had left while Sydney saw that Kiersten had left a clean toilet.
Sydney pulled down her sweatpants and a quiet stream started while Kelly undid her suit and sat down. Her pee stream, like every racer’s, was loud and heavy.
As Sydney sat there she smiled and thought, “Glad I’ve never done a poo at the race track.”
Little did she know…. |
A few years down the line, Sydney was a moderately successful go-kart racer. Her sister had, of course, moved on when she went on to college. And Sydney had intentions to do the same, so she was just trying to soak in these last few months in between her senior year and her first week of college.
She had fun doing these every weekend, she had made friends and lots of memories, but it was just so time-consuming. She often spent entire Saturdays at the track, and some Friday nights were sacrificed as well.
Of course this also meant plenty of them away from a nice and private bathroom like she enjoyed, and the track toilets were not the most pleasant to use.
It was impossible not to use them for a piss, you were there for 6 to 8 hour days and constantly consuming liquids like Gatorade and water.
Sydney didn’t like using them, but not going for a pre-race pee would make for a torturous couple of hours. And she often had to go for a trip to the toilet after she finished as well, not wanting to risk dying for a pee on the car ride home.
Dealing with a more serious urge was a whole other battle. She didn’t feel those urges often, but nothing was worse than being there with a bad need for a poop.
She only really had two experiences with that: once when her family had stopped at Burger King on the way to track in the morning and she loaded up on french toast sticks, hashbrowns and coffee. She was gassy for most of the race, releasing rumbly, bubbly farts into her cart. She felt the urge halfway through the race as her toots grew worse in smell. She managed to make it home, rushing to her upstairs toilet to unload a mushy poop.
The other time was in one of her last races that summer.
Sydney was kind of a poop at any time of the day type of girl. Some days she would wake up with a pressure in her belly and a smelly room before dropping off her package while sleepily scrolling on her phone.
Other days she would finish up dinner and immediately need to head upstairs for a private moment with the toilet.
But it wasn’t uncommon for her to have a wetter poop on the morning of her races. She contributed that to nerves, even if she never actually felt too anxious.
Sydney was cool with that, after painting her toilet bowl at home with wet, sputtery farts she would be able to spend the whole day at the track without worrying.
This particular Saturday was a pretty normal one. It was a mid-July race, so the weather was hot and sticky.
Sydney woke up a bit sweaty in her bed, her pink PJ shorts and green top slightly damp. As she scrolled social media on her phone she felt a small pressure in her stomach, not like a desperate need but one she would definitely need to take care of before she headed to the track.
She wasn’t really gassy yet, but after about five minutes she decided to get ready. Heading over to the bathroom she discovered the door closed, and as she approached she heard a loud, wet-sounding machine-gun like fart blast into the toilet.
The only culprit could be her sister Christina, which she shared the upstairs toilet with. She leaned against the wall while listening to her big sister absolutely wreck their potty. Wet, loud blasts kept sounding out before she would hear some watery poop fall into the toilet below.
Sydney tried to give her sister time, but eventually she realized her time was limited, she had to get ready to go to the track.
She knocked on the wooden door and said “Hey Christina, I have a race this morning. Can I get in there?”
“O-oh,” her sister stammered, obviously embarrassed that her little sis had heard all of her stinky butt noises. “Sorry, Syd. Just another minute or two.”
A low-rumbly wave of diarrhea exited her Christinia’s butt, the college girl clearly trying to push the remains out so her sister could get ready.
Finally, Sydney heard her start wiping. And after about a minute, she heard a flush.
After washing her hands, Christina exited and quickly hurried past Sydney, not even looking at her directly as she hurried back into her room and shut the door.
Sydney could see why, the bathroom reeked of a heavy, pure poop smell. She coughed as she entered and grabbed the air freshener to try and get rid of some of the odor, but only a bit squirted out. It was empty.
Sighing, she threw the can in the trash can and lifted up the lid. The water was a murky brown color and bits of sloppy poop were still floating in the can.
“Damn,” Sydney thought to herself. “She really had a fucked up stomach.”
She figured it was probably the trip to the local Chinese buffet the family had taken last night. Christina had brought her boyfriend along, and he had slept over before Sydney had heard him leaving when she had woken up.
She knew that she had ripped some serious stinkers in her room after dinner last night, and when she went to the bathroom to brush her teeth last night she had seen her mom exiting the bathroom. The meaty smell in the bathroom and the skidmarks in the potty told her that the food had given them all a little bit of an upset stomach. Her mom only used that toilet in an emergency, so her dad must have been occupying the one in their bedroom.
Of course, poor Christina must have had to hold in all that gas as she slept with her bf last night, and quickly hurried to the john after he had left.
Sydney pulled down her shorts exposing her tiny, pale ass (she always slept commando on those hot summer nights) and plopped down on the warm seat.
A hard, yellow stream burst out and about 10 seconds in a quiet but high-pitched toot escaped her booty.
She peed for another 40 or so seconds before a rumbly, dry fart echoed loudly in the bowl.
As her stream died down, a giant, dry ripper shot out of her. It was long and vibrated the porcelain throne, but after she had cut it her stomach felt much better.
Sydney sat for another minute or so before she realized she didn’t need a poop, it was just gas. She stood up and shook off her shorts before turning on the shower. Blissfully unaware of the storm brewing in her bowels.
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A warm, poofy fart heated Sydney's purple briefs and her tracksuit. Ever since she had got to the track, these toots had kept coming and coming.
At this point Sydney was truly gassy, and she was just thankful they were silent, it was hard to smell the eggy odor she was producing over all of the smells of the garage.
The constant gurgling of her stomach told her a private potty was needed sometime soon, something she knew she wasn’t going to have access to.
She had worked on her kart for about two hours now, and she had begun ripping serious ass about an hour in.
It was now 30 minutes until race time, and Sydney knew a pee break was necessary before it started.
She headed over to the toilets, the same ones her sister and Kiersten had destroyed all those years ago, and walked in behind a fellow racer, Zoe.
Zoe had frizzy brown hair and wore thick glasses with chubby cheeks, a very classic nerdy look to her. She had a big, flabby butt as she was a bit on the heavier side, and she had big boobs to match, though they were hidden a tad by the tracksuit.
The two gave each other a smile, they had seen each other plenty over the years but had never really talked, and walked into the toilet.
One stall was taken by a girl furiously peeing, so Zoe went and took the second stall. Using a bit of privacy, Sydney stuck out her butt and squeezed out two silent stinkers that are utterly silent. She can continue to smell that eggy odor, but it mixes in well with the public toilet.
She hears Zoe undo her tracksuit and sit down on the toilet, while the second girl’s stream starts to die down.
A small trickle begins out of Zoe’s stall before it begins to grow heavier and heavier, and all of a sudden a wet, duck-sounding fart that is quickly cut off echoes out of her toilet.
Sydney smiles as the girl had clearly cut a pee-fart, and then the girl in the other stall flushes and steps out.
The skinny blonde, who is one of the newer racers, steps out and Sydney steps in.
She takes a second to undo her suit while the blonde washes her hands and heads out, and as she plops down on the seat she hears Zoe flush.
As Sydney starts peeing a hissy, smelly fart escapes silently into the bowl. Zoe steps out and turns on the sinks, and the redheaded racer’s stream gets heavier.
But a loud, airy fart shoots out of Sydney, who had relaxed for just a moment too long, before she squeezes her cheeks to stop any other intrusions.
Her face goes red as Zoe had obviously heard her slip.
She hears her stomach gurgle and feels a sharp pressure in her stomach, she ponders for just a moment if she could hurry and drop her poop off with no one in here.
A flurry of girls coming in for their pre-race pees tells her not to, and she quickly wipes and heads out to the track.
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Lap 50 out of 100 is right around when Sydney knew she was in a bit of trouble.
Her gurgling stomach had only gotten worse, and while the farts continued to pop out of her, tooting wasn’t what she needed.
A mushy load had settled in her butt, and her farts grew quieter, hotter and stinkier as the race went on. Some of them felt wet, but she didn’t have the time to check and see.
At one point a fellow racer bumped her kart while passing, causing a loud, wet sputtering fart to slip out. That one had definitely left a small stain on her panties.
When she made pit stops, not the kind to get her relief but to fix the car up, she couldn’t help but squirm and shimmy her butt around to keep the pressure at bay. One of her helpers asked her if she was okay, and she lied “Yeah. I’m just kind of sore.”
Those quiet, eggy farts continued as the race wore on. Sitting actually helped with her urge, but she felt the need grow.
Finally, the race came to a close. Sydney finished 8th out of 25, not bad at all, and even better for her because that meant no ceremony. Just park the kart in the garage and you’re free to do whatever.
Sydney would have loved to hold it until home, but as she pulled her stall a loud, moaning like fart erupted from her and made her panties a tiny bit more damp. It was here or in her panties.
She got out, and a warm, hissy bit of gas once again escaped out of her tracksuit. Her dad and mom started to head into the garage, and Sydney quickly said, “Gonna run to the toilets real quick,” a blush creeping up on her face as she just relieved to all ears how bad she needed the potty.
Her mom gave her a thumbs up and Sydney slipped out the back door, towards the two-stalled toilets.
As she hurried over her butt released a small but loud “pop” of a fart before a small, squeaking one quickly followed. Speed walking only jostled her contents and made her urge worse.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw another racer moving quickly, and she clamped her cheeks so no more embarrassing sounds could be heard. She then heard a raspy, airy fart from behind her, and she did a half-turn with her head to see a red-faced Zoe was the one making a beeline to the restrooms.
The two hurried over, but their garage spots happened to be a bit further from the toilets, so they were forced to get in a line behind two other girls, both racers.
She could see one girl was still undoing her track suit while the other was pissing a long, furious stream.
Sydney sighed softly, and she could hear Zoe breathing a bit heavier as well, obviously not expecting to deal with a line.
The two girls chatted, obviously friends with each other, while the girl in the second stall quickly took off her suit and released a torrent of her urine.
Sydney’s stomach once again moaned as she bobbed in place, her tight little butt visibly clenching as she tried to hold back all those eggrolls and spicy chicken that now desperately needed out.
Zoe was standing stiff as a board as hissy, pure shit-smelling toots eked out of her closed buttocks. The girls couldn’t hear them, but they sure could smell them. And it let them know someone really needed the potty.
A girl finished up in the first stall and exited, and one of the girls, a curly chubby blonde, quickly entered. That left her friend, a black girl with her black hair dyed blonde and placed in a bun, to wait outside. Sydney had seen her at a few races before, and she was pretty sure her name was Jasmine.
As the second peer finished up, the blonde sat down and also started a long stream, but an airy and loud fart echoed into the bowl.
Hearing hat toot made Zoe desperate, and a high-pitched squeaky fart let her know that she needed a toilet. Quickly.
The second stall flushed and Jasmine ook over, she got her suit down super fast and soon was erupting with yet another gushing pee.
Sydney still had Zoe in front of her, and a gas bubble hung heavy in her stomach, and it would be messy if it was allowed to exit.
The blonde girl’s pee died down, and so did her friend’s. The chubby girl started to wipe, but they heard nothing out of Jasmine’s stall.
The girl exited and Zoe quickly took over, releasing another rank ripper to the line as she did.
The blonde washed her hands, and when she put on the hand dryer you heard a huge *kerplunk* come from Jasmine’s stall followed by a tight, squeaky toot.
She had tried to time it so it was hidden, but her product and fart had been way louder than expected.
“Fuck,” Sydney thought. She was going to have to outwait two poopers.
Zoe got her suit down, and as soon as she sat down a long, sputtering fart ripped out. It lasted for a solid 12 or so seconds, and it ended in a moaning type noise. It was fitting as a mushy explosion ripped out making the girl let out a moan of her own.
Jasmine dropped two more loud-sounding logs into the water as Zoe was now shooting quick, wet farts into the bowl.
Sydney was alone in line, free to rip ass, but she couldn’t even do that. Her butt quivered as she bobbed in place, knowing the next time her cheeks separated would be disastrous.
Jasmine gave a courtesy flush, one to ensure she didn’t clog up the drain as she dropped two more bombs into the toilet. Zoe seemed nowhere near finished as she blew low-sounding diarrhea into the toilet.
But those last two plops seemed to be the last of Jasmine’s load as she began pulling paper. Sydney couldn’t help but literally do a small dance in place, her bum practically begging for relief.
The girl flushed and shyly exited, but Sydney didn’t have time for politeness. She pushed the girl out of the way, ignoring the fruity poop smell the girl had left and the one large skidmark at the bottom of the bowl.
She had already unzipped a bit of her suit in line, so she quickly undid the rest and pooled it at her feet. She then pulled down her skin-tight shorts she had on underneath and her now lightly-stained panties and practically dropped onto the toilet.
A wet, machine-gun style fart absolutely splatter the bowl with her wet shit as she couldn’t help but let out a long sigh of relief.
As Jasmine started the hand dryer, Sydney let out several long, wet poo-filled farts, not even caring once the sound went away and they echoed out into the bathroom.
Zoe was now occasionally releasing a spurt of watery poop into the bowl, she lived farther away than most of the racers and didn’t want to have an emergency on the way back home. She lives in the country, so the only place for a pit stop is a corn field.
Sydney fired off several more loud bouts of semi-soft logs into the water. She was literally shaking with relief. One last squeaky, high-pitched toot let her know she was finished.
She began pulling TP, at almost the same time as Zoe did.
It was a messy wipe for both girls, and when Sydney flushed first the toilet almost made a groaning noise because of all the paper and poop she subjected it to.
Sydney hurried to the sinks, determined to get out so she didn’t have to face Zoe. But the girl flushed and left her stall, a bright blush ever so present.
The two girls didn’t say a word and when they accidentally glanced at each other, they looked away just as quickly.
Stomachs empty and in need of new underwear, Zoe and Sydney went their separate ways. |
Cheers for all the positive feedback guys, I’ve got a lot more ideas for this that I wanna write up.
I followed her to the cafeteria, though I kept safe distance-didn’t want to seem stalkerish. By the time I got there, she was sitting down on a bench, completely alone, her posture tense and uncomfortable-just seeing her like that, my mind was drawn back to the fact that she must be utterly bursting, of how much piss she must be trying to contain between those lithe, shapely legs. Inexplicably, she was sipping from a large glass of apple juice, I wondered why she’d be doing that-I mean, it couldn’t be good for her bladder.
“Er…hi”
I say awkwardly, I don’t what processed me to approach her, it just sort of felt right. She looked around furtively, probably afraid this was going to somehow be an extension of the teasing and bullying. In the past they had got guys to pretend to ask her out to ‘for a laugh’. Even at eighteen, when you’d think all of this childish stuff would abate, it still kept happening and unfortunately had even started to increase.
“I saw what happened, that was a serious dick move”
I had no idea what to say and I suddenly as though I had just jerked my foot straight into my mouth.
“They do that all the time”
She said, not looking at me and wriggling a little in her seat. Suddenly, images of her bursting flashed into my mind, they do it all the time, that must mean she ends up having to hang on a lot.
“That sucks”
(Safe to say I had no idea how to talk to girls, or guys, or sentient beings in general really.)
“I never get to wee at school”
She confirmed morosely. Now it was my turn to squirm in my seat, the thought of this (reasonably) attractive girl been utterly desperate all the time was….well, beyond anything I’d ever dreamed of.
“Here, look”
She stood up, in an uncomfortable motion that elicited a little groan from her. Her bladder was bulging against the tight waistband of her skirt, a great big bulging sphere of liquid, straining uncomfortably against the elastic of the skirt, like a balloon filling with urine. The skin around her bladder was getting tighter, against her washboard abs, it almost made her look pregnant-pregnant with piss-I suddenly thought.
“It’s impressive you can last so long”
I remarked, hoping I didn’t sound weird. I really had no idea why she was choosing to share this information with me, maybe she was lonely, or bored, or just grateful of some sympathetic to talk too.
“You really think so? Guess, I get enough practice in, usually I don’t have time to pee in the mornings, so I get pretty full sometimes”
I couldn’t believe she could hold so much, though I did feel rather sorry for her, having to be in discomfort for so long, having to hold your morning piss that long must be utterly unbearable.
“You should be on one of those Japanese game shows”
I smiled, she looked dumbfounded, obviously not having the faintest idea what I was talking about.
“Maybe it’s not a good idea to drink all that juice though”
I said, changing subject quickly- didn’t really want her inquiring about how I knew about such game shows or how aufait I was with Japanese subcultures-weabooism being punished by law in most British schools, even sometimes amongst the lower sections of the social pyramid.
“I’m not gonna get dehydrated because of them”
She refilled the juice from an adjacent pitcher and took a big defiant glug. That stream of apple juice sure did remind me of something, I’m sure it reminded her of something too. There was an incredibly awkward pause where several eons elapsed in the space of a few seconds.
“Th-thanks for, you know, like, actually acknowledging I exist”
She said shyly, sitting down tentatively, careful not to put any more pressure on her expanding piss tank.
“People are just dicks sometimes, I guess”
There wasn’t anything else I could immediately think of that would be consoling.
“They shouldn’t make people pay to use the toilet, it’s cruel and stupid”
She finished her apple juice and slammed the glass down hard. Evidently, she had a lot of stuff to vent and had been pent up for quite some time.
“Wish Katie would get desperate for a change”
“Maybe she’ll be stuck in traffic after downing a whole quart of mountain dew”
I suggested smiling. Maybe we couldn’t actually do anything against the bullies for now, but we could talk about random and unlikely payback situations and that was enough to make her feel a little better, sometimes just talking can really help. She laughed a little.
“Hopefully she’ll be stuck there for hours, with waterfall noises playing over the car stereo”
“Yeah and when she finally arrives at her destination, the toilets locked an there’s not another one around for a hundred miles”
She giggled. I really liked hearing her giggle, it was cute.
“Ideally she’ll have also eaten an extra-large breakfast burrito and taken a dozen ex-lax capsules that morning too”
Couldn’t help but laugh too.
“You’ve got kind of a dark side haven’t you?”
I asked, when we’d finished giggling. She smiled at e haughtily, her shy exterior cracking like aged terracotta glaze and a more confident, assertive girl shined through.
Suddenly, Katie and her posse entered the cafeteria. I saw them just in my peripherals. She almost ducked under the table in fright.
“Well, well, well”
Katie drooled, a malicious playing on her lips
“What’s going on here?” |
Needing Neta
Neta loved community nursing. and had been diligently doing the job for many years. Today was just another day at work as she finished her weetbix, drank her mug of tea, and headed out to her company car.
She drove the short journey to her base community hospital and parked in her usual spot, only then noticing something unusual with one of her tyres. Once in the office Neta mentioned to a colleague whilst they had a quick cuppa before setting out on their rounds. Kane put his coat on and walked Neta to the car park with his coffee in hand.
‘Looks like a nail to me. You’d better call head office and see what they suggest. I’m guessing they’ll need that tyre changed pronto.’
‘I’ll go phone then just now. They should be open now it’s gone 8:30. Thanks. Have a good shift!’
So Neta headed back inside and called head office who, as predicted, instructed Neta to take the car to the nearest branch of Speedy Repairs where they had a company account. They would reschedule someone else to do her visits meantime and once back on the road she could call back in and they’d let her know what clients to go to then.
Keen to get back to work Neta drove the company car off to the nearest Speedy Repairs in the next town and walked to the counter. She explained about the nail and the company account and was told to sit and wait as the car was placed in a queue to be looked at.
Neta sat in the busy waiting room, conscious her body was touching the people either side of her and promising herself (for the hundredth time) that she really must join that weight watchers group. She looked around the open room looking at the cars on every ramp and men in overalls changing tyres and exhausts as efficiently as she changed dressings and removed stitches. She wondered if something practical like this would be more suitable for her teenage son who wasn’t doing as well at school as she’d hoped he would.
Half an hour passed and her company car still sat where she had parked it on arrival. She checked her work mobile phone and text Kane to let him know she was at the garage after all and hoped his shift wasn’t as boring as hers was. He didn’t reply but then she expected that as he was probably in someone’s house working.
Neta read every poster in the waiting room as she people watched professionals on laptops working away, parents of young children struggling to entertain them, an older couple half dozing watching the small Tv in the corner and the doors on either side opening and closing non stop as workers in overalls answered phones and dealt with customers. Neta felt a niggle from her bladder as a woman in her thirties placed a cup under a water dispenser and filled it with cold water. The waiting room was so busy though that the thought of getting up to pee then having to stand for hours waiting without a seat didn’t appeal at all, so she ignored it and turned to see if her car was still were she left it.
Sadly it was.
The clock seemed to be stuck and time moving so slowly but finally by 9:55, over an hour after arriving, Neta heard the familiar sound of her car engine and turned to see a young man reversing her car into a free ramp area. Neta watched on as he called a colleague over and they chatted about her tyre and walked around her car.
A minute later one of them entered the desk area and shouted out her car registration. Neta stood and made her way over to the desk, gravity pushing her heavy bladder down and making her realise she should pee pretty soon.
‘It’s definitely needing replaced mam. Your rear offside tyre is also below the recommended tread too so we recommend that’s replaced too.’
Neta subtly crossed her legs lightly as she took this news on board.
‘So do I inform head office or you? It’s been years since I’ve dealt with this and not sure how it works?’
‘No worries mam. We’ll call your head office and as soon as we get approval we’ll get this sorted today for you. I’ll just call them now. If you just wait a moment in case they need any employee details from you that would be great.’
Neta wanted to say ‘could I just use the ladies first’ but somehow before she could even open her mouth the man was dialling the phone. Neta moved from one foot to the other, suddenly much more aware of a strong tingling and pressure between her upper thighs. She looked around for toilets as she heard the phone ringing at head office. They seemed to be taking forever to answer and Neta hoped they wouldn’t take long to agree the repair. For some strange reason her body had went from hardly being aware of her bladder to feeling it pounding for release very quickly.
Finally the phone answered and Neta bounced every so slightly on her heels as she heard the type repair employee give details of her company car, the tyre sizes and prices and the reason for the repair. Neta’s mind was racing not just because she hated speaking to head office but because she had finally seen a small sign for customer toilets which had sent her bladder into overdrive wanting release. She crossed her legs again trying to hide the fact she would much prefer to be in the ladies than waiting to speak on the phone, but none the less remained professional when the receiver was passed over and she told the manager her employee details to confirm she had the authority to be using the company car.
Neta handed the phone back to the staff member as he nodded his head after a brief conversation then hung up the phone.
‘Great. All agreed. Now let me just check if we have these tyres in stock mam.’
Neta hoped this wouldn’t take long. The sign for the toilets was taunting her now and she was rubbing her thighs together as discreetly as she could.
Some clicks of a computer later and a sigh from the staff member and Neta was about to ask if she could ‘just nip to the loo for a minute’ when she suddenly lost her confidence as another car registration was called out and a man in a suit walked up to the desk standing right beside Neta. Thrown off track somewhat Neta took a moment to register what the staff member was saying to her when he apologised and said they had none of her tyres in stock but they would be delivered within the next hour if she would kindly wait.
Neta sighed quietly but nodded and said ‘no problem’ before nervously walking away from the desk and heading in the direction of the bathrooms.
Neta opened the first door to see a small corridor with three more doors marked ‘gents’, ‘ladies’ and ‘disabled.’ Away from anyone else she moved much more now, dancing with anticipation as she pulled the handle of the ladies to push it open.
The door wouldn’t open.
She tried again.
And again.
Bursting ,she tried the disabled toilet.
It was locked too.
Shaking she even tried the gents, but alas it was locked too.
Neta grabbed herself and bent forward, hoping no-one would open the door to the corridor. She needed to ask for the keys and had to get composed before she did so. That was easier said than done with a full bladder though!
She eventually pulled the door open and walked back to the desk where the gentleman who had been standing beside her earlier was now alone with a man in his twenties in an overall serving him. Neta bit her lip while she waited a step of two behind the man, lightly moving from foot to foot tightening her muscles to keep her bladder at bay. The employee was on the phone again, then on the computer and then talking with the customer. Neta couldn’t remain still and raised one leg behind her then lowered it then raised the other. She needed the key to the bathrooms urgently!
Five minutes passes and Neta was sweating. She was jiggling her legs around and it was getting more and more obvious she had to pee. She took a deep breathe and interrupted the employee.
‘Excuse me. Sorry to interrupt, but is there a key I could have to the toilets please?’
Started, the employee broke from his conversation with the male customer and turned to a key box behind the counter where he seemed to search for a set of keys.
‘Are you sure they are not open mam? I’ll need to find the manager if they are still closed. They keys are not sitting here where they should be.’
Neta knew her face was red but despite the embarrassment she felt the pressure in her bladder was screaming at her more and she wanted to scream. Instead she calmly replied:
‘They are definitely locked. I can see you are busy but if you could get the keys I would really appreciate it. Thanks.’
What Neta didn’t expect was the reaction of the male customer in front who hadn’t appreciated being interrupted.
‘With all due respect madam, I have been waiting over an hour to be served already and I have urgent meetings to attend. Please wait your turn like everyone else. Do you think because you work in public service that that entitled you to preferential service? It’s my taxes paying you so just want until I am finished ok!’
Neta wanted to yell back in his face but not only was he taller than she was by quite some way and clearly angry but she had interrupted his conversation and she already had a major internal battle of her own taking up all her energy too. She stepped back, bending forwards slightly and looked away, struggling to remain composed and in control. She just wanted to use the bathroom and only needed a key. She muttered in frustration ‘I just really need a pee.’
Her frustrated mutter once again caught the attention of the businessman in front who continued his transaction paying for his service and as he waited for his receipt he turned and looked down at Neta as she stood crosses legged and biting her lips:
‘I don’t really care if you need the toilet or not. You wait your turn like everyone else.’
Then he turned and walked to his car and drove off leaving a waiting room full of people looking in Neta’s direction, all now very aware of her struggle.
Neta wanted the floor to swallow her up. The company employee looked a little embarrassed himself and quietly apologised before saying quietly ‘I’ll go see if I can find those keys for you. Sorry to have kept you waiting.’
Neta tried waiting at the desk, her hand leaning on it as her leg tapped rhythmically. But when another urge hit hard she found herself really struggling as she moaned and giggled in desperation. ‘God this is ridiculous. They supply coffee and water and tea but don’t even unlock the bloody toilets. I’ve been here well over an hour now. Come on!’
Through the doors Neta watched as the young man who had just spoken to her was speaking to someone else. He seemed to check his pockets then pointed to another man again. Meanwhile all eyes were on Neta in her navy nurses uniform and flat black shoes, an older, overweight woman acting like a young child because she really needed to use the restroom.
Neta gripped the counter and tightened every muscle as another urge hit. ‘There was bursting and then there was bursting’, she thought. Today she was definitely BURSTING!
Finally the young man came back with a set of keys and Neta walked briskly behind him as she headed to the corridor with the toilets in.
‘So sorry about this man. Dave usually unlocks these first thing but he must have got distracted this morning. I don’t usually do this so hopefully I can work out which key is which.’
Now in the corridor away from praying eyes (apart from the young male employee who was looking at the keys and facing the door to the ladies) Neta marched on the spot as she leaned back against the wall and grabbed herself between the legs.
‘Sorry for interrupting you earlier. I’ve been here ages and waiting until I was bursting then the doors were locked and oh God I so need to pee it’s not even funny. This is so embarrassing!’
Neta watched in frustration as the first key went in but didn’t turn. She bent forward and held herself tighter willing herself to hold another minute longer.
‘Oh my God I’m nearly pissing myself here! This is just so embarrassing.’
‘I’m so sorry mam. I’m going as quick as I can.’
A second key went into the lock and this time it turned. As the door opened Neta ran in pushing last the employee dropping her handbag at his feet which prevented him closing the door.
Neta grabbed at her navy nurses skirt, scrunching it up quickly and pulling at her underwear and flesh tights as pushed open the first cubicle with her bum and squatted hovering over the pan, the cubicle door wide open as light yellow liquid squirted with force out of between Neta’s legs into her pants and tights before Neta could fully pull them down enough.
With the key still in the door and Neta’s hand bag on the floor right in front of him the young employee found himself gapping mouthed as he stood frozen to the spot, his hand on the key waiting to pull it out and his feet weighted by Neta’s bag, as a large beautiful lady peed an ocean right in front of his eyes.
As Neta continued peeing hard and fast she yanked at her tights and knickers to pull them finally away and as her eyes raised she drew eyes with the employee who stood right in front of her just feet away gaping in shock at what he was seeing.
‘I....I couldn’t wait. So....sorry’
Embarrassed by his own reaction the young man finally turned away, pulling the key out the lock and bend down to pick up Neta’s bag from his feet whilst the splashing of Neta’s long pee echoed throughout the room. Without realising what he was doing the man took a step back and allowed the door to close to give Neta privacy before suddenly realising he was stood there in the ladies instead of outside in the corridor!
‘Oh madam! I am so sorry about this. I’ll just go right now. I...em....I forgot the door shut this way..and er....’
Neta laughed as urine still poured out her at force, splashing loudly in the toilet.
‘It’s ok. You couldn’t check on the other cubicle could you? There isn’t any toilet paper left in this one and I’m going to need some in a second. Thanks!’
Trying his best not to look at her, yet utterly transfixed at the same time, the young employee pushed open the adjacent cubicle and pulled out a handful of toilet paper, amazed at how little was in that cubicle too. He handed it to Neta, who was still stood hovered over the toilet, her wet pants and tights glistening with pee and drips still falling from between her legs. Assuming she was finally finished the young man walked out the cubicle and pushed the door over as another loud bush could be heard again.
‘God I needed that soooo much. What a relief!’
The man slid Neta’s handbag with his feet over towards the sink then slipped out of the ladies and headed back to the front desk unlocking the gents and disabled toilets on his way. He needed to concentrate on work because his heart was racing and his own work overalls felt incredibly tight somehow in his own crotch area especially.
As he headed to the desk a driver arrived for him to sign a delivery. He signed and walked out to the van and unloaded the tyres and exhaust parts smiling as he did.
The next he saw Neta was when he called her car registration some half hour or so later to say her new types had been fitted and she was good to go. There was something about the way she looked at him and the spark in her eye as he handed her her keys. His heart was still pounding and another part of him was too.
As soon As Neta left he watched as she drove away before slipping to the bathroom himself. He’d held off for half an hour but if he didn’t get relief now he was afraid he might burst in his boiler suit. He needed to use a cubicle for once and that just heightened his memory from earlier too. |
Chapter 2
Brushing her red hair, Aveline overlooked her handiwork in her bathroom mirror. She was just about ready for the park concert, in jeans and a black overcoat. Satisfied, she grabbed her purse; inside was some toiletries, her phone, and the omopipes. She went downstairs, wondering. Weird that Dan would want to go to a concert. Opening the front door, she went outside where she saw a Prius waiting for her in the gravel driveway. Who’s that in the back? Dan rolled his window down.
“Hey Ave, I hope you don’t mind” he gestured to the back, where Lily was, “I brought Lily along too. She was actually the one who suggested this, and she agreed to inviting you. I don’t believe you’ve met?” At a loss for words, Aveline didn’t say anything. Lily opened her door and stood up, her skirt and blond hair moving in the cold fall air.
“I’ve seen you around” Lily shook Ave’s hand. “I’m Lily, it’s nice to meet you. Want to sit in the back with me?”
Recovering, Ave said, “Uh... Sure.” They both got in the back seat, and Ave closed the door behind them. Dan drove the car forward and soon they were driving along to Mayweather park.
Aveline fidgeted nervously with her hands, unsure of what to say. He set this up! I should’ve known. “So, Dan told me that you like music” Lily said. Ave looked at her.
“Well, yeah. I mean, I play the guitar a little.”
“Ave’s being modest” said Dan without taking his eyes off the road, “She’s fantastic. Just needs some more confidence.”
“Dan…”
“Don’t worry, everyone has something. Say, what do you listen to?” Lily looked at Ave, “You can tell a lot about a person from their preferences, you know”
“Um… Bon Jovi, Imagine Dragons, a little bit of everything. Hey, we’re here” The Prius drove into the parking lot, coming to a stop shortly thereafter. Everyone got out of the Prius, and they began to walk to the open field where the live concert would be. The stage was almost set up, and about 100 people were there.
“Hey Lily” Taking out a few dollars, Dan said “Hey Lily, can you get us some popcorn and soda?”
Lily looked at Ave and Dan. “Sure, I’ll be right back.” As she headed off, Ave turned on Dan.
“Explain”
Smiling knowingly, he said “I figured it would take you a while to make the first move.”
She rolled her eyes. “God, you have such a Hermione attitude, all smug and knowing and shipping your favorite couples.”
“Here you go” Lily handed the popcorn the Dan, and they sat down near the back of the crowd. Lights dimmed, and the curtains pulled back as the band yelled and cheered. A bubble machine went off, with several younger kids chasing down the bubbles. Loaded Diaper, the band on stage, had four members, all of them between 17-19 and wearing black clothing and many spikes.
As they began to play, Dan swiped the ompipes, pocketing them discreetly. For the past two weeks, Ave and Dan had experimented with the omopipes, ever since they’d discovered it’s potential. Using themselves, and Ave’s parents, as guinea pigs, they’d discovered a few things. The pipes don’t affect whoever is touching it when the button is pressed, they affect everyone within a ten-foot radius, and it takes 10 seconds for a person to reach their maximum (both with the sex drive and bladder buttons). Wisely, Ave had put a red tape on the sex pipe so that they were distinguishable.
“Never liked rock” Ave grabbed popcorn, “Too loud. And why the hell did they call themselves loaded diaper?”
“I know, right? Hey,” Lily looked at Ave, “I was wondering. I want to participate in a school fundraiser that’s in 2 weeks as a musician, but I wanted to do a duet” Hopefully, she continued, “Want to join me?”
“Sure, yeah I’ll do it.”
“Oh, thanks so much.”
Loaded Diaper had gone on for 20 minutes. Lily and Ave had been chatting together and found a mutual love for Platinum Games and music. Getting up, Dan said “I’m getting more soda. You girls want anything?”
“No thanks” replied Lily. He got up and walked past people to get to the concession stand, occasionally reaching into his pockets. By the time he got back, Lily and Ave, along with several in the crowd, had shifted their legs to accommodate their growing bladders.
“There wasn’t anything left, it was just manned by some kid with a cooler” As Dan slipped the pipes back into Ave’s purse, Ave realized that she really needed to pee. Ending spectacularly with a bang, loaded diaper yelled as a lady filmed nearby. The group got up, and Lily began to shift her legs and Ave looked around for a bathroom.
“You two okay?” asked Dan.
“Yeah, I just need to go to a bathroom” Lily looked towards the bathroom, which was packed with a long line of desperate people. “How does this many people need to pee?”
Searching, Ave nodded to a nearby copse of trees, “We can go over there, it’s densely packed so nobody will see us. Dan, can you wait over by the picnic table?” He nodded. The girls headed to the copse. How do I need to pee this much? Wait… She checked her purse, finding that the pipes were there. Weird.
Entering the trees, Lily put a hand between her legs as her bladder stretched. “Alright Lily, how about you…” Lily unabashedly took off her panties, squatted, and peed straight into the ground. Her panties quickly darkening in response to Lily’s open display, Ave frantically unzipped her pants and squatted too, peeing straight through her panties. They continued for several seconds this way, neither saying anything as they voided themselves.
Finishing with a sigh, Ave took some wipes out of her bag and cleaned herself, handing one to Lily too. Unnoticed by either, the omopipes fell out of the purse. “Thanks Ave…” Sliding her panties back up, Lily stood up next to Ave.
“Alright, let’s go back now.”
As they left the copse, Lily asked “So, what’s with you and Dan?”
“Oh, we’re just friends.” At Lily’s raised eyebrow, “No, really. He’s thoroughly uninterested in romance and sex, so we just hang out. Just likes me as a friend, and we get along. Even if he is a pain sometimes.”
“Okay” Satisfied, Lily walked back with Ave. Dan looked on, also satisfied at his handiwork as he saw the two girls more comfortable with each other.
As Greg packed up his concession stand, he noticed an object lying near a bunch of trees. Curious, he walked to it and picked it up, it was only a panpipe, and it didn’t even look like it worked. Disappointed, he picked it up and headed back. Maybe he could sell it to someone and say it was magic.
End of Chapter 2 |
Chapter 3
Haunted houses weren’t exciting for Aveline. They just lose a lot of their fright when you know the danger isn’t real. However, this was different. Windows sagged on the dilapidated old house in front of Ave, Lily, and Dan. It was nestled in the woods and challenged the classic haunted house stereotype by being only one floor high and made somewhere in the 80s. The sign outside said “Enter Tamlin, pay a token, or pay with your virginity”
“This seems pretty spooky.” remarked Lily. “Don’t most ghouls ask for your soul, though?”
“It already defies stereotypes. Doubt the haunter cares about defying a few more. Anyway, if we’re right, and whoever’s inside has the omopipes, then we’re going to catch them.” said Dan.
Ave rolled her eyes “Since when does the backup act so heroic. Alright Lily, let’s go in”
After the concert, Ave hadn’t noticed that the pipes were gone until Lily had told her about rumors about a haunted house that stole your virginity in the woods. So, Ave had put together an expedition to get the pipes back.
Creaking, as all good spooky doors do, Lily and Ave entered the front. Dust and bare walls greeted them. Looking around, Lily noticed something.
“Look at this” Gesturing at the ground, she said “this spot has less dust than most of the floor. Something might’ve been moved recently”
“Meaning this place has been used lately” Moving on, there was one main hallway that branched off from the living room, and as they walked down it, they noticed that all the doors were slightly open. A bedroom, closet, bathroom, bedroom again. All of them were dusty though. As they walked through the house, after checking every last room, Lily slowly needed to go to the bathroom more and more.
“Ave, wait for me here. I just need to go to the toilet.” She gestured with her hands, signaling to keep a look out. Closing the door behind her, Lily slid her panties down and peed. However, as Ave waited outside the door, the girl’s hearts sped up.
From the living room, a figure in a ski mask came, holding the omopipes in his left hand. Pressing the button again, he advanced, slowly increasing the girl’s sexual desires.
Meanwhile Lily had already surrendered and climaxed herself into oblivion. Just as the masked man, who had a significant bulge in his pants, was about to approach (and Ave was struggling to keep from climaxing), Dan ran from around the corner and tackled the figure. They all fell down, Ave moaning and squirting into her pants, and the two others scrambling to grab the pipes. Succeeding, Dan stood up and held down both buttons for 15 seconds, backing away in the process.
Cautiously, he threw the figure into the closet, and locked it from the outside. Looking around at the aftermath, he realized all the cleaning that Ave and Lily would have to do once they regained consciousness.
“Glad to see that you’re awake”
Groggy, Ave sat up and looked around her. Her attention was drawn to her private parts, which felt wet and sticky. Looking up, she saw that Dan was fine except for a few scrapes. She looked over at the bathroom, where the door was open, and saw Lily standing up and caught her a glimpse of her hairy vagina under her skirt. Ave’s pants got a little sticker as Lily slid up her panties and walked out of the bathroom. Both girls looked rested and ready to confront the figure. Lily looked around. “Well, we’re a mess.” Despite it being at their expense, they laughed.
They walked over to the closet, and with the gang circling the opening, they opened it. The figure stepped out, a little less confident than before.
“Hehe…” He looked around for a sympathetic face. Finding none, he took off his mask. He was black haired and a little on the scruffy side.
“Hi. Okay, I know this looks bad, but I didn’t really take anyone’s virginity. Like, I never had sex with anybody.”
Stepping forward, Ave questioned “How did you get the pipes?”
“Oh, that… I got them from some kid trying to pawn them off. He didn’t really know what they could do.”
He continued his exposition. He had a hideout in this abandoned house, which he named Tamlin, and had moved his stuff downstairs (oh yeah, there was a secret trapdoor to get down there) when he repurposed the house.
“So, what now?”
“Well,” replied Lily, “He didn’t really do anything illegal. What if you let us use this place too?”
Visibly relaxing, “Sure. I’m Coby, by the way.”
“I’m Lily, and these are Dan and Ave.” And so, the gang found a place to hang out. Ironically.
One last thing remained to be resolved. As they said by to Coby and walked outside. Ave started “Lily?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you want to go to the movies with me? On a date?”
Lily raised an eyebrow. “What brought this on?”
“It’s fine if you don’t want to…”
Laughing, Lily said “Of course I want to! I think I know what made you courageous all of a sudden.” Puzzled, and then blushing, Ave listened as she continued. “Seeing me without panties really made you want more.”
“That’s not…”
Lily put her arm around Ave. “Don’t worry, after the movies, I’ll give you one of mankind’s greatest treasures. Hot, steamy sex.” They both smiled. “We don’t need any magical items for that.”
All in all, it was a good night.
End of chapter 3 |
Without further ado, I present the conclusion to The Omopipes.
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Chapter 5
Manon sat on a bench in the park next to a statue. Unlike most of her visits, she was quiet, thinking to herself. She smiled, however, when she saw Annita walking towards her on the path. They took comfort in each other as they sat next to each other.
“So, what brings you here?” asked Annita.
“I like to come by sometimes when I want to blow off steam. It’s just…”
Annita crossed her legs and leaned back. “I’m listening.”
“Well, this whole thing is confusing. I mean, before I started dating you I just, you know, did what I wanted. Sure, relationships are nice, but I don’t really want dates. I love you, really I do, but I just want you as a friend.” Confused at herself, she put her head in her hands. “God, how is this so complicated? You must think I’m horrible, just wanting one-night stands.”
“Look up.”
“What?”
“Hold your head high.” As Manon looked up, Annita thought for a minute about all this.
“You know” started Annita, “ are you aro?”
“Uh, what?”
“You know, aromantic. It’s just, I discovered I was bisexual when I was 12, and then I got curious. Like, what if I met others, what would I say, how do they work? I read this book from the library about sexual orientations.”
“What happened?”
“I opened a can of worms, metaphorically speaking.”
They got up and walked, talking all the while.
“So, aromantics don’t feel romantic attraction, but they can still have a sexual attraction towards people. I remember it being described like only wanting one-night stands, and that’s okay. Maybe that’s you.”
Silenced, Manon stopped and faced her friend. “This is all, I don’t know. It’s like awakening all over again. I’m, uh, sorry for not being a very good girlfriend. ”
“Don’t be.” They hugged, Manon relieved that she hadn’t screwed up.
“You’re a great friend. That I may or may not bang in the near future.” Manon smiled, blushing.
“I think we’ll get along great. What happened to you anyway after our first/last date?”
“Well-“
“Actually, let’s get some ice cream first. I feel like having vanilla and fudge. You’ll have strawberry?”
“Of course, my treat.”
Later, the two met up in Manon’s room. With a friend, it took on a cozy tinge. Anouk hadn’t seen them walk in; Manon had used the whistle in her pocket gently to send her to the bathroom.
Putting her hand on the bed, Annita nervously looked at her partner.
“So, uh, how do we do this?”
Manon smiled as she sat on her wheelchair. “Have you ever, you know? Had sex?”
“Only by myself. I imagine you’ll want me to fill myself?”
“Here, just drink this and we’ll wait till we’re full. Of course, you can back out whenever you want.”
“Nah.” After sipping, she turned a bit more seriously towards Manon. “Do you know why I indulge you in your kink?” Without waiting, she said: “I might not understand it, but I respect you enough to do it. Besides, it makes you happy.”
Of course, Manon used the whistle to speed up the filling. She used her desktop mirror to look at Annita indirectly. And then, for the first time, she focused the magic on herself and it worked. You might ask yourself, why did she never try this before? Mainly because in the past she masturbated pretty easily without its help.
Anyway, after spending the time talking about anime, they were both filled and shifting about. Resolved to do things right, Manon put the whistle to one side on her desk.
Then she said “Welp, what do you want. You, uh, never told me what you want out of sex.”
She smiled coyly. The old Manon wouldn’t have said that. “Well, I like bondage. And tickling. How about we mix around.”
So, that’s how they ended up five minutes later with Annita tied up on the bed wearing only some panties and a shirt. They had improvised with some of Manon’s clothes and tied Annita’s hands and legs to the bedposts. She also wore a cloth covering her mouth. As established, Manon (also loosely dressed minus the underwear) would tickle the desperate damsel until she peed. After that, she would be punished with hot, steamy masturbation. Truly a terrible punishment. And yes. I am being overly sarcastic.
You can probably imagine how it went, but I’ll still describe it anyway. Manon started by stroking her friend’s length, and then slowly starting to rub Anita’s stomach.
The two had established beforehand that if either was uncomfortable, all they had to do was tap something three times.
Moving on, Manon tickled her armpits with one hand, and after Annita hadn’t given in, began to tickle and move around her crotch; watching carefully for any spot on her victim’s light pink panties. Soon, Annita was laughing uncontrollably after her sweet spot was found. She continued by spurting, slowly at first, into her panties. She regained control, but not after wetting herself and the folded towel under her.
By this point, the girls were both horny beyond belief. They honored the agreement by beginning to make out, Manon fingering Annita’s vagina feverently. Soon, they both orgasmed and slumped against each other, tired and smiling. Sometime during this, both girls had ended up flooding the towels under them.
Smiling, they just lay there for a few minutes enjoying each other’s worth.
“You know,” said Annita, “You sure know how to treat a girl”
The end |
There was a agency where you could rent girls and boys for special sex activities.
Girl for girls- boys for boys- sadomasochistic- boundage- spanking and something more.
A guy who like it if girls need to wee but don’t go, if they can not go, if they are not allowed to go, a guy who like it if a girl hold, or has to hold her full bladder for hours, called at this agency.
He asked if they would have a girl which would hold her pee for him, as long as she can.
The man on the phone told him, that they don’t have special girls for for that, but all their girls are used to hold it.
The rules for the girls are so that they are not allowed to go to the loo without permission.
The girls has always to ask if they can go and if he would deny her to go, she would have to stay and hold it.
The girls have to obey .
The guy started to talk more about his special wishes and so he said that the girl should have a large bladder and a good ability to hold it, so that she could last a long time without to wee.
The agent told him that he did take, some weeks ago, one of their girls on a “business journey “.
He noticed that this girl did not go to the loo, all day long.
He told him that the girl is new in their group.
She is young and very slim and if he like it if girls are young and very slim, than this could be a girl for him and for his desire.
The guy was happy about this fast and for him perfect offer and said that he would like to “try” this girl for a long weekend.
The man had some extra wishes for the meeting.
The girl should not know that he would make her hold.
The situation should seem absolutely naturally.
The girl should think that her desperation develop from the circumstances and not on purpose.
The bus ride would last a little bit longer than 3 hours for the girl and the man wanted that the bladder from the girl should be pretty full when she arrives.
On this special day, they made the girl drink coffee and mineral water and did not give her a opportunity to go to the loo all morning.
A man from the agency, did bring her at noon to the bus station.
He was told to take care, that she did not pee on the way to the bus.
At the station the man told her, that the ride would last about 3 hours and that her customer would pick her up at the final station.
The girl was a little bit shocked and worried.
She was already needing to wee and to hold it for 3 hours more, would be a long time, so she asked “ may i go to the loo before i leave?”
She crossed her nude, slim legs to demonstrate that it would be urgently.
”No sorry!” said the man “ there is no loo around here and the bus is leaving in a few minutes. There is not enough time for you to wee, but you are a big girl, i think you can hold it.” and smiled.
The man was total aroused from this situation.
He did know that this pretty girl was needing to wee, he did know that she had to hold it for 3 hours longer and that her costumer would not let her go for hours more, this was total exciting for him.
The man called the guy on the phone and told him that the girl is already in the bus.
He told him that she wanted to wee before she went in the bus and that he did not let her go.
He told him that she did not pee since she did get up early in the morning and that she was made to drink a lot.
That was like music for the guy. Both were turned on from the thought on the girls full bladder and how she had to squeeze her young pussy shut, to keep her panties dry.
The poor girl was needing to wee so bad, but she captured like a prisoner, with her full bladder, in the bus.
Danja, so was her name, did not know that she was prepared, to have a full bladder for her customer.
Really bad, first they made her drink and then when she was needing to wee, they did not let her go.
Danja was hoping that there would be a loo at the final station where she could go as soon as they arrive.
There was a loo, but the guy did not give her a chance to use it.
He did bring her straight away from the bus to his car.
Danja was sitting beside him, her mini skirt was fare up on her thighs.
He had his hand on her nude thigh and glided up, nearly to her panties.
”You looks really great, exactly how i like girls, young and very slim. Your legs are amazing. I am glad that you are her, i think we will have her nice weekend.” said the man.
The girl smiled and hoped that it would not be far to the guy’s house where she could finally take a much needed wee.
The man wanted the opposite, no wee for the girl. He wanted to make the girls bladder big and hard as a melon.
Half hour later they was in the city on a kiosk.
The man ordered 2 glasses of champagne and said “ Cheers and welcome.”
Danja was needing to wee so bad, but instead to wee, instead to let something out of her overfilled bladder, she had to drink and make her poor bladder fuller.
It was torture for her and for her bladder.
She did not know what to do. She did not know how much longer she had to hold it and she did not know how much longer she was able to hold it.
The girl did try to hide her need so good as any possible.
She had to cross her beautiful, nude legs, but this are girls doing without any reason.
The man did know very well, why she was doing it and did enjoy this for him so arousing situation.
Danja squeezed with her slim thighs her pussy shut, to keep her panties dry.
All girls from the agency was trained to hold it and was used to wait for a natural opportunity to pee.
So Danja had to hold it, how bad it ever would go and the man did know that.
He ordered a second glass of champagne and said “ one more of a nice weekend.”
The girl said “ I am sorry, i can’t drink anymore, I am needing to wee so bad, I am doing it in my panties, if i drink some more and can’t pee.”
”Oh i see “ teased the guy “ my poor little pee girl needs to wee so bad, but i think you are big enough to hold it a little longer. One more glass and then we try to find a loo for you.”
The poor girl had to obey, but would her bladder obey to her?
The guy had all the time of the world.
Danja could not hide her urge anymore, she was standing with her legs tight crossed and bending over.
She looked with pleading eyes to the man and said “ Please bring me somewhere, where i can wee, i am needing it so bad.”
She did try to explain why she did need to pee so bad. She told him that she did not go since 5 am, she told him that she did drink all morning and that she was needing to wee before she went to the bus.
Danja thought that the man would have pity with her and that he would bring her so fast as possible to a loo, but to bring her to a loo, was total the opposite from that what the man wanted.
The poor girl could not stand straight anymore, she was rubbing her knees and said “i am sorry that i I’m acting like a school girl, but i am needing to wee cince so long, you can’t imagine how bad i need to wee and how painful it is to hold it for so long.”
The man looked at her and said “You don’t have to be sorry, i have to be sorry, i am really, really bad.
You can’t imagine how that turns me on if a pretty girl like you, needs to wee so bad as you.”
The guy was horny like hell, he did offer her to pay the double charge, if she don’t go to the loo, if she hold her wee for him.
The girl was total surprised about this offer. Nobody before wanted to pay her for not to pee, for holding her bursting full bladder.
”I would like to earn more money and i would like to enjoy you, but i really can’t, i am needing to wee so bad, i am doing it in my panties, if i can’t go soon.” the girl said and pressed her short skirt between her slim thighs, so that they was nude up to the top.
The man was so aroused, he wanted more of it, he could not get enough and he said “ I think that you can hold it longer if you just want it.
Your girl’s are always good in holding.
Once I had a girl, she could hold her morning pee all day long, sometimes until late at night.
I think you are good in holding too, you are a strong girl, you can endure more and your bladder can endure more, you just have to do it. Hold it!
The guy told her that they would go for a early, fast dinner.
She would be not allowed to go to the loo at the restaurant.
Then he would bring her home to his house and there she should hold it for him so long as she can, or better so long until she can’t no more.
The man did persuade the girl to do it for him and she did agree.
Danjas bladder gets really tortured at the next part of my story.
I hope you like it!?
Edited March 11, 2020 by huberp76
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Danja! Part 5
Poor Danja was needing to wee so bad, she never needed it more in her life, than at this moment.
She was needing to go since this morning.
Her bladder was full at the bus ride. No weeing for her at the final station.
She was needing to wee so bad, that she was afraid to do it in her panties, at the champagne kiosk.
She was not allowed to go to the loo at the restaurant.
She was needing to wee since so many hours and she is still holding it.
Danja did not know that she is able to hold it for so long, after she was needing to go since morning.
She did not know that her bladder can get so big and that she can endure so much pressure.
Her bladder was full before she went to the bus and now it must have stretched to double size from full,or bigger.
Danja did never feel such a strong urge to wee, she did not know how painful that can get, need to wee but don’t go for so long.
She did not know how her bladder can hurt if it is overfilled and if it gets forced to stretch more and more and she did not know that this kind of pain can be arousing.
More and more she was getting excited from this situation , needing to wee so bad but not being allowed to go, to be forced to hold it for so long.
It was arousing lying in the bed with a good looking guy and gets tortured from him.
For the guy was it like heaven, to be in bed with a young, slim girl who was needing to wee like crazy.
He strokes the inside of the girls smooth thighs, he glided up between her thighs, did apart with his finger, the lips of her young girl slit and pushed his finger deep in to the pussy from the desperate girl.
The girl was getting more and more aroused. She turned around so that she was lying on her side. She pressed her bulging bladder against the hip bone from the guy, to make her need strong and painfuller.
“I am needing to wee so bad, my bladder is about to burst „ she whispered and was rubbing her swollen belly on the hip from the guy.
He turned the girl on her back and massaged her swollen bladder.
Danja‘s bladder was not really hard, it was more like a hard softball.
If he was pressing on it, he could make a dent in her bladder.
He could not get enough from the girls bladder, he pressed harder and harder on it, like if he wanted to push her bladder back in her slim belly. Unbelievable how much pressure the girl could endure without to leak not even one drop of wee
It seems that she had a valve in her urethra .
All that water what she did drink some minutes before, was now on the way to her bladder and would stretch her bladder more .
How much more is her bladder able to stretch, how much bigger can her bladder get?
The man could see her belly swelling and her bladder growing. He could feel how it geht’s harder and harder.
Danja was made to drink all day and they did not let her wee only one time, all this long time.
16 hours since her last pee. All the water that she had to drink about one hour ago, filled her bladder to the bursting point.
She was frantic to let it out, she was frantic to wee!
”I can’t anymore, I have to go now, sorry, but i must piss now “ Danja said.
”Oh no, you won’t go!
You are a big girl, you can hold it! That‘s why girls have a bladder, to hold their wee if it is necessary and now it is necessary.
A girl’s wee should be in a girl,s bladder and not in the loo ,also keep it in!“ said the man.
“I can’t! I’ll wet your bed if you don’t let me go. Please let me pee.“ was the young girl begging.
“ You was needing to wee since this morning and you are still holding it!
You told me at the kiosk, that you would do it in your panties, if i don’t bring you to a loo and you are still holding it.
I think, you don’t know what it means need to pee! So really, really urgently.
You have to hold like a good girl should hold it, for so long as you know how it feels needing to wee.
No wee for you, you can endure more, make your bladder really, really big for me.“ said that guy and is sliding with his hand over Danja’s swollen belly.
He did let her calm down for a few minutes and then he started again to torture the girls bladder.
Danja was lying on her back, he did hold her hands with his hands beside her head, pressed it down on the mattress, so that she nearly could not move.
Then he was laying with his body on the slim body from this girl.
Body to body and belly to belly. His big hard cock was between their bellies and pressed hard on Danja’s bulging bladder.
Her urge and her need to wee, was nearly not to endure for the girl.
She wanted to shake him up from her body, to escape from this torture, but he was to strong and to heavy. He was lying with all his weight on Danja’s poor bladder.
He did take Danja’s legs up to her head and pushed his cock deep in her shaved pussy.
He fucked her first soft and tender and then harder and harder.
The girl was nearly crazy from needing to wee so bad.
Her bladder was getting pressed from inside and from outside at the same time, it was torture pure for her and for her bladder.
Since today , she could not even imagine, that it is possible to need to pee so bad, to hold so much wee, under so much pressure in the bladder.
She could not even imagine how painful pee holding can get and she could not imagine that it can be arousing too, but that what she had to endure now, was to much for her and for any girls.
The guy was getting so horny, he could not get enough from this girl and from her mega bladder.
He fucked her like crazy and pressed with one hand on her swollen belly.
The girl was trembling and shaking from needing to wee so bad.
She did need all all her power, to keep the urine from all day inside her.
As soon as the guy was „ready „ Danja turned on her side, pulled her knees up to her chin and pressed one finger against her peephole.
“It’s coming out! Please bring me to the loo „ she was begging.
The man could see that Danja was over her limit, she could not even move, not at all she could go to the loo without to piss herself.
He did bring her a measuring jug from the kitchen.
With one hand between her thighs and with one finger pressed on her peephole, she was getting out of the bed.
She did try to open her tightly crossed legs to put the jug below her young pussy, to be able to do what she is needing to do for so many hours, to be able to take finally a much needed piss.
But before she had the jug in the right position, she started leaking .
The hot girl wee was running down inside of her nude thighs, down on her slender legs.
Then she pissed with high pressure in the jug.
She could not stop. It was unbelievable for the guy, that this thin girl, could hold so much wee in her slim belly.
There were 1.300 ml hot wee in the jug.
He putted the jug , full with the girls, hot, good smelling urine, on the table.
It was so arousing for him to see it and to imagine, that the girl did all that amount hold in her bladder.
Can she hold more, next time?
They did spend a fantastic weekend together.
Not many wee’s for Danja.
The guy was so fascinated from that girl, that he did rent her for 2 week,s for a holiday at the see.
Poor bladder from Danja!!!
Maybe some of you know my story „pay with your bladder „ that was total the opposite .
Mira did pay the journey with her bladder. Not to pee for 24 hours was her payment
Danja did get payed for her full bladder.
On the other hand is it the same, both girls had to hold a bursting full bladder for hours!
I hope you did like my story!? |
So it looks like he is sort of pressing his hand in to his crotch because he needs to pee. The expression in his face makes it seem like he’s looking for something, a bathroom, a place for relief, a distraction to keep him from peeing. At some point he moves over to the half wall and leaks some when he goes to sit, not realizing that it was enough to soak his shorts some. The expression on his face is one of both frustration and satisfaction from a little relief and a little warmth, giving him a bit of a tickle on his pickle😉, but his frustration is with whomever (person taking pictures?) is preventing him from going and peeing. He’s not new to peeing his pants because he holds it too long. A couple of weeks earlier he was at a long movie and kept thinking he needed to go to the bathroom. But the isles were full and he was blocked in, and eventually peed his pants then too. He loves the relief that he gets and doesn’t admit to anyone, but he loves the public humiliation where others see him peeing his pants or seeing where he peed his pants.
Alex is kind of a bad boy, yet innocent soul too. He has one kink that gets him extremely turned on, he loves to hold his pee until he can’t anymore. He does it at least once a day, and isn’t afraid to do it in front of someone else. Alex also loves to control when his friends can go too, so he makes sure to be the one driving, and will intentionally go out of his way to make sure he takes a longer route if he even suspects that someone in the car needs to pee.
Vinny and a couple of his friends went shopping. His parents gave him some money to get some new clothes while they were away. So he has his hands pretty full when he starts to realize he needs to pee. At first he fidgets and then breaks away from the group to find a bathroom. As he starts to walk in to the bathroom he feels his tight briefs get warm, not realizing he’s peed some. He gets to the urinal and then realizes his hands are too full and he isn’t able to get his dick out when he begins to pee in his pants. A pair of brothers 14 and 7 walk in and the 7 year old sees Vinny has pee dripping from both sides of his pants legs and on to the floor and says to his brother that “that big boy peed his pants like you did yesterday.” They make eye contact and Vinny has tears running down. The older brother says, “im glad I’m not the only one.” The little boy says, “yeah. Big babies”
Jaden and his older brother decided to take a small weekend getaway to a beach about an hour away. Jaden overslept and was rudely awoken by his brother, who was itching to get on the road right away. Jaden got the last of his bag together and went downstairs when his brother took his bag and said “time to hit the road sleepyhead”. About 30 minutes in to the drive Jaden realized his bladder was aching, he asked about how much longer “we’ve got another 30 minutes or so bud.” He reclined the seat back and attempted to fall asleep. 10 minutes passed by and he rolled to his other side and crossed his leg a little and put his hand between his legs. “You ok bud?” His brother asked, “I’m fine.” He responded with a lie. A few more minutes he shoves his hands a little deeper between his legs. He feels a drop of pee escape. He sits up and tries to play it off as just uncomfortable. Another 10 minutes passes by and his brother says “we are almost there, you excited yet?” “Mmhmm” is all Jaden can muster trying to hold his pee. They finally arrive and he feels a big squirt escape. As they go to check in to the hotel, and as he is standing at the counter with his brother he feels his legs getting warmer as pee starts to come out and run down his legs. A puddle forms under him.
Matthew has been playing outfield for a while now. He started peepee dancing 20 minutes in to the game and the bathrooms at the ball field are out of order. He has to wait until the next inning to swap out and he able to use the bathroom. The pitcher is up to bat and the ball comes flying in his direction. He starts running. Not realizing with each step that some pee is escaping. He catches the ball and tosses it to second base. Matthew realizes then that he’s in trouble. His light grey pants have a plate sized wet spot at his crotch. His white briefs and his sport cup are soaked where pee ran around it. He keeps holding it as the next couple of players make their moves. During the long walk from the outfield he’s trying to walk quickly and carefully. But every few steps he begins to pee again. By the time he gets to the dugout, he starts to pee his pants all the way. One of his best friends wraps an arm around him and tries to comfort Matthew as he stands there with pee soaking his thighs, then his knees, and even his socks and shoes. Thankfully Matthews friend has a towel that he uses to shove between his legs to absorb some of the pee. By the time they rotate out, all that can be seen is the wet ring from where he originally peed.
Radu got selected to do a photo shoot with a talent group looking for teen models. He knew that today was the day. It is a warm Friday afternoon, school is out for the day and he is already wearing what he wants to have on. Because he had to check in and meet them at the scene for where they were going to be photographing him, he had to leave school right away- missing one of his regular bathroom stops on his way away from the school. It’s about a 15 minute walk once he gets off school property to make it there, and much to his dismay he realizes there isn’t a bathroom here to use. While he is signing paper work, he slightly crossed one leg over the other, more to put one foot on top of the other than anything else. He and the two photographers discuss the two places where pictures were going to be taken, and how many. They tell him it will take about an hour and they will both get about 200 pictures in total. At first things are ok and his urgency to pee isn’t too strong. At one point he begins pressing his hand in to his crotch because he needs to pee. The expression in his face makes it seem like he’s looking for something, a bathroom, a place for relief, a distraction to keep him from peeing. They tell him he needs to focus and change positions because he was crossing his legs. The expression on his face is one of both frustration and satisfaction from a little relief as a very small squirt comes out. He mentions to the photographer that he needs to use the bathroom, where they say “just hold it.” He’s not new to peeing his pants because he holds it too long, more often than he should, or would ever admit. He groans but continues to listen to their direction. Another squirt leaks out an he changes positions to crossing his legs again. Radu could feel his underwear getting wet as pee slowly trickles out in to his underwear. He grins as he feels the warmth spreading more and more, finally relaxing and enjoying the warmth flow freely.
Noah and his family have been on vacation, the picture we see is from the afternoon before they leave from celebrating a holiday and his 16th birthday. The next morning he and his 12 year old brother pile in the back seat of their parents sedan as they take off. Noah falls asleep and sleeps for the first 3 hours of their journey, and is woken up by the car coming to a stop as they pull in to gas up. His mom asks if he needs a bathroom break and he says no, as does his little brother. They both drift off to sleep and sleep for about an hour when Noah wakes up hearing about his little brother asking for a bathroom break. It dawns on him as he’s crossing his right leg over his left that he really needs to go pee too, his underwear were actually already slightly damp. Dad says “y’all are going to have to wait” and points to the traffic getting backed up. The car begins to roll. “But I really need to pee.” He pleads. “Like I’m about to pee my pants. What am I supposed to do?” He presses legs together really hard as his gray shorts begin to turn darker and darker as he starts peeing. Noah looks at his brother. “It’s probably a bad time to say this, but I need to pee pretty bad too and Nathan is already peeing his pants.” His brother is crying and cuts Noah a look. Noah crosses his legs the other way really tight as he feels a squirt come out. Noah bends forward pressing his hands in to his crotch. Another squirt escapes and Noah turns to look at his brother who is watching in awe as Noah wets his khaki shorts more. Eventually giving in and letting go.
Camden is on a road trip with his big bro, Camren. Camden slept right though his alarm and made Camren wake him up causing them to be late getting on the rode. Since they were late Camden didn’t have a chance to use the bathroom. As he got in the car he felt a slight need to pee but ignored it. He ended up falling asleep again in the car for most of the trip. After 2 hours he woke up and realized he really need to pee crossing his left leg over his right. He asked his bro how much longer they had. “Almost there, about 30 mins” he answered. Camden let out a sigh as he crossed his legs tighter. 30 mins later the pulled in to the parking lot. The pressure was to much for Camden as he felt his bladder release soaking his pants and briefs. He started to cry as his big bro looked over at him. He said it was okay and that he had to pee too and was leaking. He mange to pull down his pants showing Camden his wet briefs. Camden watch in shook as his big bro fully peed himself in the car.
Edited March 13, 2020 by Alex62
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Omovember is more like Peecember for me LMAO 🤣
Day 2
Trying to get out of a complicated outfit
Alex loved doing photoshoots but the outfits he had to wear sometimes were a pain in the ass. That was the case today, with a movie accurate Spiderman costume. The costume had everything you could think of and was very skin tight it almost felt like you were wearing nothing. While the costume was very cool it was a huge pain in the ass to put on.
Alex and his friends took some cool pictures and spent hours outside doing so. As it was a hot day Alex and his friends had to drink tons of water. But as the hours went on, the consequences of drink tons of water hit Alex like a bulldozer. Alex bladder was filling fast and needed release soon.
However, Alex couldn’t just leave, he was in the middle of a photoshoot with his friends. They took some more photos and Alex’s need seemed to just increase and increase. Alex tried to ignore it but eventually he couldn’t and started sneaking holds on his crotch when his friends weren’t looking.
They decided to walk around to try to find more cool place to take photos. Alex wasn’t to thrilled at this idea but agreed to it resentfully. As they were walking the found a cool small building they figured Alex could climb up and sit on the edge like he’s looking out on the city. Alex’s bladder protested at the idea but Alex couldn’t just say no, as he know the pictures were turn out great.
Alex climbed up on the small building and sat on the edge with his legs dangling over. Alex crossed his legs knee over knee without even realizing it. After taking some pictures his friends noticed his cross legs. “Hey Alex, uncross ur legs it will make the pictures turn out better. Why your legs crossed anyway, you have to pee or something?!” His friends said with a laugh. Alex uncrossed his legs and was suddenly very thankful to be wearing a mask, or his friends would have seen how red his face turned.
“Um… a little” Alex said half lying and half telltale the truth “didn’t even realize I was sitting like that”. His friends just laughed “well let’s finish these pictures and then we will find a place, don’t want to have to climb this thing again”. Alex sighed but agreed, his bladder was now screaming at him. He wasn’t sure but he was sure he felt a leak but his outfit seemed dry so it couldn’t have been that, right?
They finished the pictures and Alex climbed down carefully. When he was down and by his friends they jokily said “hope u don’t pee that Spider-Man costume. Alex once again turned red “I’ll make it” but he wasn’t so sure.
They walked around looking for a place Alex could go and after a while found a park bathroom. Lucky when Alex got to it and tried the family bathroom it was vaccinated and open. Alex could use the main bathroom but he preferred to use the family.
As Alex made his way in and tried to take the costume off, he realized another pain of it, taking it off. Alex struggled to take it off himself as he felt what felt like more leaks. Alex looked down and realized in horror that it was in fact leaks and now his crotch was very wet and showed a darker wet spot obviously. Alex continued trying to taking the costume off himself but sighed as he realized he couldn’t.
Alex sighed again and opened the bathroom door a little “I can’t get this off myself, can I get a little help”? Alex’s friends laughed at this but one went in the bathroom with Alex to help him. When he saw Alex’s crotch he laughed “looks like you already went”. Alex went red and this time with no mask his friend could very much see which made him laugh harder. Alex was suddenly very happy to be in the family bathroom.
“Shut up and just help me”! Alex said in a quiet voice. His friend did as he was told but struggled as well. He tried to do it fast but couldn’t do it. Alex was now hop foot to foot and doing an obvious potty dance while holding himself. “Stay still” Alex’s friend snapped. “I’m trying to but if I do I will pee myself” Alex said. Alex’s friend somehow managed to unzip it and get it undone enough for Alex to do it himself. But as Alex tried to free his dick he realized how hard skin tight fabric was to move let alone move it while it was also soaked in pee with only one hand.
Alex tried and tried to remove it with one hand but it was near impossible. He had to use his other hand as well. But as soon as Alex moved his hand from the death grip on his dick he lost it. Pee flooded out of him soaking his briefs and Spider-Man costume. Pee ran down his legs soaking the costume as it went. Pee pooled in the feet of the costume and pooled in a puddle outside as well, forming a huge pee puddle at his feet.
The Spider-Man costume was obviously very soaked in pee. Obvious pee lines ran down his legs from his crotch to his feet on both legs. The outline of Alex’s briefs were also obviously visible.
Alex’s friend watched with a grin as he watch his friend completely soak a Spider-Man costume in pee. He pulled out his phone and took a picture “Smile Alex, for the last picture of the photoshoot”
Edited December 3, 2022 by Alex62
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Haven't wrote in a while, let me know what you think.
The sun’s warm, inviting rays began to shine through the leaves of the trees. The leaves were neither falling nor blossoming; instead, they hung bravely from their branches wearing a green coat or armor. The sun’s radiating light continued to race forwards as it began to illuminate more of the world underneath it. While some may have referred to the view as remarkable, Rayna considered it another Tuesday.
What lay beneath the shining star was the makings of a town. Already, cars began to line the many roads which cut through the town of Glenville as they began their morning commute. Several areas had concentrated amounts of cars around it, such as a local coffee shop. The shop wasn’t very large and was beginning to struggle with the customers flooding in trying to get their morning fix of caffeine. Many of the customers were students who went to the local high school which was just a short, five-minute, drive from the coffee store. Location is key in marketing, and this coffee shop and set up at the right area.
“Thank you!” Rayna said with a smile as she received her hot beverage.
The cashier simply smiled back and began to help the next customer in line. With his manager right around the corner he really didn’t have any opportunity to slack. As the cashier looked over at the clock on the wall, he realized that the morning rush must be nearing an end as Elmswood High was starting soon. As Rayna walked out of the store, she noticed how the line was shorter than what she had to wait in.
“Damn, I should have come in later,” she thought to herself.
She moved her shades from the top of her head back over her eyes as she opened the door and walked to her car, sipping from her coffee which was in her right hand. Once she got in the car it was only a short ride before she arrived.
The buses were located along the curb in the lot of Elmswood. Each bus was a slightly different tint of yellow, a reflection of how old they were. More and more students joined the buses along the curb. After all, it was the day of a field trip. This was the last field trip opportunity for many of the high school seniors who stood awaiting a chance to board the bus, but the real reason most students elected to attend the field trip was to miss a day of class.
Countless people groaned and complained about how they wish they could have driven their own cars instead of taking the buses. The head of the field trip, Mr. Lodgeland, began to quiet everyone down and have people form up in lines.
“And remember, the bus ride is two hours and we are not stopping,” Lodgeland said, concluding his sentence.
Before long, the buses were boarded and ready to go, but all of a sudden one student could be seen running towards the curb. Lodgeland was more surprised that the student actually showed up rather than skipping.
“Look who decided to show for a change, class!” Lodgeland remarked as the bus driver opened the door for Carter to board the bus.
The rest of the bus erupted into laughter as Carter held his hands up defensively.
“It won’t happen again,” Carter said with a smile, even though he had made that same promise yesterday.
Lodgeland couldn’t help but to smile back. He would miss these kids in a year after they graduated and headed their different ways. But that was later, and right now he needed to make sure they got to the art museum on time. He had been a teacher for ten years now, and he was trusted to be in charge of this field trip. This wasn’t the first time he had went to an art museum, but it was the first time he was going to this specific one. Budget restrictions meant that the usual art museum, the one in Glenville, could no longer be afforded. The one which the school deemed most affordable one was much further away.
Lodgeland walked up to the front of the bus to confirm the address of the destination and made sure him and the bus driver were on the same page. After returning to his seat, Lodgeland pulled out his book and began to read. It wasn’t long until he felt a disturbance, something small had struck his foot.
“I’m sorry! It slipped out of my hand,” Rayna quickly blurted out after she realized she had dropped her coffee. Good thing it was empty.
“It’s fine, just make sure that ends up in the trash can,” Lodgeland responded.
He looked at his shoe, expecting for some sort of stain to be there but came to the realization that the drink had been empty. He shook his head, he always thought these high school kids were way too young to already be addicted to caffeine.
The field trip had required for students to come in thirty minutes early, and before long many students had fallen asleep. The bus ride was uneventful, just long stretches of highway. With over half the bus asleep, it was a very quiet ride as well. Lodgeland glanced around the bus every now and then to ensure no one was trying anything stupid.
Rayna was about to say something to Nicole, who was sitting right next to her on the bus, but she realized that she had fallen asleep too. Rayna rolled her eyes, jealous that Nicole could fall asleep during the dull bus ride. She could never fall asleep when she traveled. Her gaze switched back from the asleep to Nicole to her phone, as she messed around on it trying to kill more time.
Before long, a spike in traffic slowed the bus’s brisk pace down to a crawl. Cars surrounded the bus from all angels. From the bus’s elevated viewing position, Lodgeland could see that the traffic continued onward for the next big stretch of road. He began to wonder what was the cause of this mess when he snuck a peak at his watch and was relieved to realize they were still on schedule. After looking outside the front window, he also noticed that the other school buses from Elmswood were close by, and he wasn’t the only bus getting stuck in this traffic. There was nothing left to do but sit and wait. As he dutifully looked back to his class, he witnessed more students waking up. Unlucky for Rayna, Nicole remained fast asleep.
After about a thirty-minute delay, the highway finally began to clear up. The cause of the traffic jam became clearer as the bus traversed across the road past two cars in shambles. Both cars were completely wrecked. The bus driver smiled as he saw the open road ahead of him. From here on out only twenty minutes remained in the ride.
And before long, the bus had arrived at its location. Lodgeland stood up slowly, stretching his legs out. His eyes darted from each seat on the bus, making sure everyone was ready to go.
Rayna shook her friend next to her, “Hey, we’re here.”
Nicole groaned as she groggily answered, “I’m up, I’m up.”
Before Rayna switched the screen of her phone off, she saw that she had already lost 42% of her battery. Being on it constantly for the last two and a half hours definitely did not help with that.
Lodgeland cleared his throat to get the attention of everyone in the bus.
“Ok class, we are here. Remember, this is an educational field trip so try to learn something today. First, we are going to the main building to check in with the other classes, then we will split up into groups and begin the field trip. We are also thirty minutes behind, so we are going to have to keep our pace up a little bit. Any questions?”
Two hands shot up, one asking about a gift shop and the other about lunch. As Lodgeland answered them, Rayna asked Nicole, “Nice nap huh?” with a laugh.
“I went to bed so late last night I’m surprised I even woke up in time to drive to school,” Nicole responded, still tired.
The class began standing up and gathering their belongings. Before long, they were all off the bus and heading towards the first meeting point. The breeze was the first thing that hit Rayna when she disembarked from the bus. The weather felt perfect and she was happy that she had opted for a short skirt today. Nicole and Rayna, along with their other friends which were scattered throughout the other classes, had decided to dress up for this field trip to get some nice pictures of all of them with the art in the background.
As they approached the main visitor center, Rayna was less than impressed by the stature of the museum. The building seemed uncared for, with graffiti plastering the sides of the wall. The benches, which once stood tall and a bright shade of green, now were left broken and rusted. The pavement leading up to the doors of the building was chipped and weeds grew in every crevice. The building seemed to be two floors. Rayna also noticed that there was a broken window on the second floor. She began to wonder if this place even had running water.
“I know the school wanted to cut costs on field trips, but this museum looks like a piece of shit,” Rayna remarked to Nicole.
“What better memory to have from Elmswood?” Nicole joked.
As Lodgeland opened the door to the building, he was answered by a large creak, the sign of a rusting door. When they entered the building, even Lodgeland was surprised by the deplorable conditions of museum. The paint on the walls were chipped everywhere. Trash could be seen all over the ground, which ranged from empty plastic water bottles to even pieces of food.
“Hey, at least we get free lunch!” someone yelled from the back of the class, which resulted in the entire class laughing.
Lodgeland guided his class to where the others were. They weren’t very many other visitors and he spotted the group of teachers pretty quickly. As he approached the other teachers, he stepped on a chip. He smiled and shook Ms. Everson’s hand.
“Long time on see Sydney!” he said, excited to see his friend.
“Too long, Charlie.” Sydney Everson responded.
As much as he would have loved to catch up with Sydney, he had to organize the groups and get this field trip started.
“Hey, everyone listen up!” Lodgeland screamed, to no avail.
“Ah, just the Charlie I remember, always able to get the attention of students,” Everson jokily remarked.
“HEY, LISTEN UP,” Lodgeland screamed again, this time loud enough to get the attention of everyone in the building.
He continued on, “Welcome to the Sadderton Art Museum. You guys are seniors at this point, so I know I don’t have to remind you about how to treat the property here. We will be splitting into groups of twelve. Groups will be determined based on the preference section of your permission form.”
Rayna and Nicole made eye contact with some of their other friends, Sarah and Ashley. They had all filled out their preference sheets with each other’s’ name and were hoping that they would all get to be in one group. The whole process of making groups seemed overly complicated to Rayna. They were seniors, they should be allowed to pick their own groups at this point.
Lodgeland pulled out a sheet of paper from his pocket. It contained the list of all the students under each group.
“Ok, group one we have…” Lodgeland droned on for the next couple seconds before realizing that the list was incomplete.
His pause had gotten the interest of everyone, as they all wanted to know which group they would be a part of.
“Looks like we had a problem with the groupings, and we are just going to split each class in half by last name,” Lodgeland said, knowing that this comment would be followed with countless groans and complains. He was not wrong.
“Damn, what can Elmswood do right?” Rayna frustratedly remarked to Nicole.
“Hey, at least we are in the same group” Nicole responded, trying to keep her friend’s morale up.
As everyone began to quiet down and get into their assigned groups, Nicole walked over to her group leader, Ms. Everson, to ask a question. She had had Ms. Everson last year for English, and they had become good friends.
“Hey, Ms. Everson!” Nicole said happily.
“Hey Nicole! How are you?” Ms. Everson chipperly responded.
Their conversation continued on, and Nicole was hoping that it would end soon. She loved Ms. Everson but she wanted the answer to her question. She finally found an appropriate opening to the conversation to ask.
“So, do you know when we are stopping by the bathrooms? Mr. Lodgeland said that we were going to have to hurry up because we were running behind a little, but he didn’t say much else about the schedule,” Nicole asked.
“Ah, he didn’t tell you? This building doesn’t have plumbing, in fact it’s a miracle that it is still standing. We are going to have to go to the research center across the street to use the restrooms. Because it’s pretty far, we are going to go together as a group either before or after lunch,” Ms. Everson responded.
“Oh…” Nicole responded a little disappointed. She needed to go pee and would rather go now then have to wait till lunch.
Ms. Everson looked at Nicole curiously, realizing that Nicole most likely already had to go and would be forced to hold it for the next hour or so. She did have a job to do though so she dismissed herself from the conversation to begin leading the group towards the west corridor of the museum. As they began down the hallway for ancient art, Rayna and Nicole began to stray to the back of the group. They were already regretting signing up for this field trip as it was boring them to asleep. At least there was less trash around the art displays than the entrance.
“I could have slept in for an extra thirty minutes and not have a full bladder if I didn’t sign up for this damn field trip,” Nicole angrily said.
“Ha, you have to pee too? Do you know when we are stopping for the bathroom, that coffee I drank this morning is not helping,” Rayna asked.
“We aren’t stopping till lunch because this dump doesn’t even have plumbing!” Nicole exasperatedly retorted.
Nicole immediately became more concerned about Rayna than herself. Rayna had the smallest bladder of all of her friends, and they would often tease her about it. She had only seen Rayna bursting to pee once or twice because she would use the bathroom constantly.
Rayna’s grin turned into a frown. She had needed to go since they had got off the bus but had put it in the back of her mind as she figured that she could go when they got into the building. Lunch was still an hour away and she was not sure if she could wait that long. She pushed the feeling of doubt out of her head. She had always been good about making sure she went the bathroom on time to avoid situations just like this.
Ms. Everson continued the tour on, as less and less students began paying attention and instead started messing around. The pieces of art that hung from the wall came from artists which no one had heard of before. The west corridor seemed to stretch on forever. As the group continued to walk further down the hallway, the ending of the corridor finally became visible. Without being aware, Ms. Eveson realized that she was speeding through each presentation, as they were already half-way through the pieces of art.
“Now, what artistic methods did this artist use to paint the following pictures?” Ms. Everson asked her class, using her hand to gesture to the large framed piece of work which hung directly behind her. A few kids in the front of the class raised their hands like they always did, but Ms. Everson was looking for someone who hadn’t already answered a question. She instead settled on calling on Carter, as she knew he would not be paying attention.
“I don’t know, maybe a brush?” Carter answered sarcastically.
His friends around him started laughing. He loved messing with Ms. Everson, after all she was one of the more attractive looking teachers in the school.
Eventually, thirty minutes had passed and Rayna’s need to go pee had grown exponentially. Rayna could not stop fidgeting around. It started with her having to stand with her legs crossed. Then later, she was bouncing her legs in place like her life depended on it. She kept looking around, trying to make sure no one could see her. Due to the fact that they were in the back of the group, the only other person that could see Rayna was Nicole. For a moment she thought Carter was looking at her and she immediately stopped moving. It look all her willpower not to cross her legs immediately. When she looked back, he wasn’t looking anymore and she began shaking her legs around again.
Rayna was becoming painfully aware of the fact that crossing her legs was not doing it anymore, and she longed to move her hands down to her crotch. She caved and reached her hands down, but realized she had a skirt on. She did not want to hike up her skirt for the world to see and decided that crossing her legs would have to be enough for now. She knew guys in her class would love her to, but she was not going to give them the pleasure.
“Wow looks like someone really has to go,” Nicole whispered to Rayna, as Ms. Everson was talking.
“God, I need to pee so bad,” Rayna whispered back breathlessly.
“Only…” Nicole pulled out her phone to check the time, “twenty-eight more minutes, you’ll be fine,” Nicole said reassuringly.
As the class moved towards the ending of the corridor, they stopped again for another art piece. The amount of trash hear was almost non-existent, as many of the visitors lost interest and turned back before getting this far down the display. Perhaps the finest piece of art was not hung upon the wall, but rather stood between two of them. At this point Rayna was really considering opening holding herself, but she couldn’t deal with the embarrassment. She would look like a little girl who couldn’t control herself.
“You are going to college in a couple months, come on you are better than this!” Rayna urgently thought to herself as she was trying to stop herself from jumping from foot to foot.
Ms. Everson really wasn’t interested in the art she was looking at much less than the students were, but she this was her job. If it was up to her, she would rather be back at the school and not in this dump. As she discussed the piece of art the group stood in front of, her eyes began to scan the entirety of the group. She knew that only a few people were paying attention and by this point she did not even care. She could see the flock of kids in the middle of the group all on their phones, or another group on the left side all talking.
Her eyes then continued to the very back of the group. She saw Rayna, clearly desperate for a piss. She looked over next to her to see Nicole, who stood perfectly still. Come to think of it, she could definitely use a bathroom break too. She couldn’t afford to show any signs of needing to go as her students would quickly find out. For the time being, crossing her legs and the ankles would be all she could do. She continued blabbering on about the western culture art that surrounded her.
Rayna crossed and re crossed her legs, trying to do anything to ease her need to go pee. She tried to think back about last night, when she was watching her favorite TV show to take her mind off her predicament. She flooded her minds with the image of the TV show, and she really started to block out her need to pee. At least for a moment. She was suddenly snapped back to reality when she heard the voice of Ms. Everson.
“Ok, it looks like the other classes are still finishing up their sections, so does anyone need to use the restroom?”
Ms. Everson asked this question for the students, but really, she wanted a chance at using the bathroom too. She knew that she would not be able to wait until the end of the day and this was her best chance. She expected to see Rayna’s hand immediately shoot in the air, but instead no one in the group seemed to need to go. She looked back and saw Rayna trying to compose herself, as if she was trying to make it seem she didn’t need to go as bad as she did. It was successful, for a moment at least.
“Uh, Ms. Everson, I need to,” Rayna said with her ears red.
The entire class looked back at Rayna when she spoke. She was doing everything she could in her willpower to not squirm around but instead simply stood with her legs crossed as tight as she possibly could. She bit her lip, and her fingers were bouncing against her thighs. She hoped that everyone would stop looking at her. Ms. Everson waited a moment, almost as if she was testing Rayna’s composure, but then started talking and garnered everyone’s attention away from the bursting beauty
“Ok, well looks like we will be going to the research center across the street,” Ms. Everson happily responded. Her group did a 180 and began walking in from the direction they came in from. Ms. Everson made her way to the front and began to lead the group again. Without the constant stopping of explanations of art, Ms. Everson had no chance to cross her legs. She began to rack her brain for an excuse to stop, and decided reexplaining a piece of art would have to do.
“Before we leave, I want everyone to look at…” Ms. Everson made up something as she was finally able to cross her legs. She wanted to do more and was dying to bounce on the spot as her student had, but alas she was a teacher.
Ms. Everson continued to lead the class back down the corridor. She began to do a mental count in her head to make sure they would have enough time to go to the bathroom as well as make lunch on time. She figured they could and still have five minutes to spare. As they turned the corridor, they saw a small family walking ------ CRASH.
The lights of the museum snapped off in an instant. The sunlight which shone in from the windows were all that illuminated each hallway. Areas without windows were shrouded in complete darkness. Complete disarray followed as students looked around for the source of the loud noise. Nicole looked around, confused.
“What is going on, did the museum really forget to pay the power bill?” she thought to herself.
“Ok everyone, let’s stay calm!” Nicole heard Ms. Everson shout.
Nicole looked over to Rayna to say something when another loud noise pierced through the air, this time followed by a sound that was identifiable, the scream of a human.
“Was that a… a gunshot?” a student blurted out, panic evident in his voice.
“No, please don-----” Ms. Everson was cut off by another loud noise, which again was followed by a loud scream.
“Oh shit, that was a gunshot!” the same student yelled out. Chaos broke lose immediately. Students scrambled every direction. Ms. Everson realized it would be impossible to get everyone together and figured it was fight or flight. And not pee herself.
Rayna stood petrified and watched as her fellow classmates ran every which direction. She instead stood in the same spot, with her hands on her crotch and her legs crossed. The loud noise scared her which caused her to begin to leak and she was forced to use her hands to stop the flow. She began bobbing up and down, doing anything she possibly could do not pee herself. She could feel the leaking starting to stop.
Nicole started to sprint in a direction before she realized that Rayna was not following her. Instead she looked back and say her best friend doing the best pee dance she had ever seen.
“She wasn’t kidding about that coffee, huh?” Nicole thought.
Nicole had still needed to go, but she was not nearly to the point of needing to pee dance in front of everyone. Anyways, she had more important things to think of at the moment. She needed to make sure that her and Rayna would be safe. She loved her friends and always looked out for them, and this time would be no different.
“Rayna, we got to get the hell out of here, someone has a gun!” Nicole exclaimed, pulling Rayna’s arm.
“I… I’m going to pee myself if I move Nicole, help me,” Rayna responded, tears welling up in her eyes.
“Just do it, I don’t care. I would rather be alive than dead and say I didn’t pee myself,” Nicole responded. “Come on either pee or start running, we need to move!”
Rayna simply could not get herself to start peeing. As painful as it was, Rayna began to follow Nicole. Nicole played soccer and it showed, as she sprinted past Rayna down each hallway. She would wait at the end of the hallway, peering around the corner and making sure that the gunman wasn’t there. On the other hand, Rayna jogged after as fast as she could, keeping her thighs as close together as she possibly could and one hand squeezing her crotch. Every few seconds she would have to stop completely to use both hand and cross her legs. She knew she had to keep moving but she just couldn’t. As she stopped again to nurse her aching bladder, she saw a small door to her right.
“Nicole, we can hide in here! There’s a door, come on!” Rayna exclaimed. Rayna slowly shuffled towards the door, with her ass sticking out as she twisted and turned her body to fight her natural urge.
Nicole heard Rayna’s voice and stopped running. She weighed her options. She knew she was fast, but she couldn’t outrun a bullet. She also hadn’t even noticed the door when she went past it so maybe the person with the gun wouldn’t either. It seemed like a better plan than running blind in the dark. She followed Rayna’s voice until she could see her.
“God she still hasn’t peed yet? What is she doing?” Nicole thought to herself as she saw Rayna hopping from foot to foot, one hand pointing to the door, the other hand located somewhere lower.
Ms. Everson cursed. Just when she thought she had found the perfect place to relieve herself, she realized she couldn’t. She figured she would have at least a few seconds to use the bathroom before she was interrupted. She could hear Rayna shouting from just outside the door. It sounded as if Rayna was running in place, she could hear her shoes hitting the ground over and over again. She could also hear Rayna groaning every so often.
“What is she doing out there?” she thought to herself, before she remembered seeing Rayna desperate to use the bathroom prior.
Ms. Everson had already barricaded the door in. She figured she had to take care of her own problems right now and dropped her knee-length skirt and began to empty her bladder in the back corner of what seemed to be an old storage room. With no windows available in here, it was pitch black. As she smiled in relief, her body immediately jerked when she heard another gunshot, this time much closer.
“It’s barricaded, I can’t get in!” Nicole shouted as she tried to muscle her way into the door.
“uhh… keeping trying” Rayna responded, her voice completely strained next to Nicole.
“Rayna, god dammit, go pee! You are going to get yourself killed!” Nicole shouted.
Instead of a response from Rayna, she instead heard a gunshot from right around the corner.
“LET US IN! PLEASE!” Nicole shouted, using both fists to wail on the doors.
From inside Ms. Everson struggled to stop peeing. Finally, she was able to. She ran to the door and began removing the barricades that stood in front of the door to deter any unwelcomed visitors. As she picked up the first chair, she realized that she still really had to pee. Her adrenaline took over and she was able to push that thought to the back of her mind. Finally, she got everything out of the way.
“In here girls!” she exclaimed ushering in Nicole and Rayna.
They both rushed in and jammed the door shut. Nicole began to help Ms. Everson set up the barricades again, but before they could blockade the second door, they heard a voice from right outside.
“Come out, come out wherever you are!” the deranged voice screamed.
“Shhhhhh” was the noise that escaped Nicoles lips as she silenced both Ms. Everson and Rayna. It was dead quiet… except for something. One, small noise remained. And all it took was one small noise to get them killed.
Nicole looked around, trying to make sure that the noise was coming from outside. Instead, it was coming from Rayna. As Rayna was ducking and bobbing on the spot, her necklace could be heard as it was jostled around. She ran over to Rayna and held her in place. She needed this room to be quiet enough to hear a pin drop because there was nothing stopping whoever was out there from barging through that door right now.
Rayna had heard Nicole and stopped moving her feet. She absentmindedly bobbed up and down, doing anything to avoid pissing herself. She was confused when she heard Nicole sprint over to her and was even more surprised when Nicole placed both her hands around her shoulder, preventing her from moving.
The noise of the necklace was instead replaced by a trickle. Rayna’s bladder began emptying itself the moment Nicole stopped her from moving.
“Now, where are you?” shouted the voice from outside, it seemed as if it was getting further away.
Nicole could feel her friends pee trickle down her leg. By this point she was already bursting, and this certainly did not help. She was about to prepare herself to let go and relieve herself too when she heard the footsteps coming back.
“Is someone a little scared?” the voice again shouted from outside, manically laughing.
“Rayna, you have to stop peeing! He can hear us from right outside, come on!” Nicole whispered into her friend’s ear.
Rayna grunted in effort. Her hands felt wet and warm. Her forehead was beaded with sweat, not from running but the exertion of holding her pee. She couldn’t do it anymore; she was peeing everywhere. Her face burned red, but no one could see as the room was pitch black. All she could think of was the feeling of relief until Nicole whispered in her ear.
“Shit, she’s right,” Rayna realized.
She muscled all her strength and squeezed as hard as she could, slowly stopping the flow. She crossed her legs, right over her left before immediately switching legs. Somehow, she had stopped the flow to a very small trickle. It was inaudible at this point. She closed her eyes, using all of her physical and mental capacity to stop herself from peeing. She gritted her teeth. She had never needed to go pee this bad ever before.
“Hey, over here!” a second voice yelled from outside, much further away from outside the closet.
It seemed like it was their lucky day as person who was previously right outside the room they were hiding in followed the second voice.
Ms. Everson waited. She could smell the urine and she knew Rayna had lost the battle with her bladder. She waited for the footsteps to get further and further away until she felt like they were in a safe distance. She then pulled out her phone to illuminate the room. She made out the figure of both Nicole and Rayna. Ms. Everson realized she still really needed to pee. She also knew her boat had sailed now, as she couldn’t simply relieve herself in front of her own students.
The moment Rayna saw the light of the phone, she let go. She was at her absolute limit. Pee burst everywhere, completely soaking her. Nicole jumped back, not wanting to get any more if it on her.
“That… feels… so… good,” Rayna moaned as pee continued to escape from her body.
As Nicole jumped back, she remembered that Ms. Everson was in the room. She had completely forgotten and she had no desire to piss herself in front of one of her teachers. She realized that her only option was to do what Rayna did, hold on.
As Ms. Everson watched Rayna empty her bladder completely her urge to pee multiplied. She quickly sat down from her standing position to one where she was able to use her heel as a substitute for her crotch. She covered up this move by acting as if she was looking for something on the ground. She also looked over at Nicole. Nicole was the one who had asked to use the bathroom first and unless she had peed herself too then she was bound to be bursting to pee as well.
“Are you okay?” Ms. Everson said, asking Rayna who was leaned against the wall, completely relieved.
“Sorry you had to see that, I just really had to pee” Rayna answered sheepishly.
She had just completely pissed herself right in front of a teacher. She was mortified, but what else could she answer. She didn’t even make eye contact with Ms. Everson when she responded.
“Hey, it happens to everyone,” Ms. Everson responded.
“And it’s going to happen to you next if you don’t get out of here,” she thought to herself.
Part 2? |
ok,this is prequel to the first part.
Ashoka and Bariss Ofer were on a mision on lego,after Padme to save her from the sepratists.
Ashoka had emotions because it was an important planet and she kne she had feelings for Bariss,eve tough it was agianst the jedi code.Ashoka had a plan,she got herself desperete to pee on the mision.Ashoka noticed that Bariss was prety desperete to pee aswell.
"Did she got desperete on porpose?"tought Ashoka
But before she got to ask she was hit by a desperation wave and ambushed by IG- 100 magnaguards,five actualy.
"Oohhhhh... oh no!"said Bariss.
" We are in trouble."said fives
"Yes."said Ashokaas she snaped back to reality.
"Hahahaha,more lightsabers to ad to my coletion."said a deep voice from behind the bushes
"WHAT,GENERAL GRIEVOUS!"shouted a clone who was killed by the IG-100.
A blue and a green light apeard from behind the bushes and the general showed his head.
"Ahhh,2 padawans,and i tough i woud have a chalange." taunted Grivous the desperete Padawans
Ashoka tried to push the general but he fixed himself in the ground with his legs
Luckily Ashoka was not too desperete so she coud fight,but Bariss,she coud barely block the magnaguards.Ashoka engaged the cyborg,grivous was a powerfull foe,he blocked evrey hit from Ashoka,while Anakim's padawan missed(not because she needed to pee).Sudenly the old Kaleesh warior pulled another lightsaber with his foot and another 2 with his other 2 arms.Ashoka coud not fight with 5 lightsabers.Ashoka atempted to run away but the general jumped in front of her and plocked her path.Scared Ashoka ran into the other direction.The general seeing this turned off the lightsaber he was holding with his foot and put his foot back down,began spining 2 of his armed and walked toward Ashoka.The padawan was runing into the show of purple from the magagurad staf hiting the whie armour.Sudenly Ashoka had an idea,she ran to an IG-100 and cut of it's head and waited as she was dodging the robot.As Grievous reached his guard he cut to it to get to Ashoka.Ashoka picked the staff with the force and used it to block 2 of the cyborg's arms,as she was fighting the other 2.As she was fighting Ashoka Grievous reached for for a lightsaber with his feet but Ashoka,who was waiting for this to hapen,cut his leg.The general,who lost his focus was hit in his crushed lungs and screamed in agony.As the togut took away the staf,Grievous grabed it with his foot and broke itin half.Despite beeing injured Grievous faught Ashoka and was wining,actualy he stabed Ashoke realy close to her heart.But being injured gave him the disadvantege and got his other leg choped of.Seeing that he lost his legs,the cyborg ran away using his arms.
Now that the general was defeated,Ashoka turned to see what as going on with the magnaguard.She only saw 2,and saw Bariss geting eletrocuted and probably it was to much for her full blader and peed herself.As Bariss broke in tears,Ashoka filled with rage,destroyed the robot,while not taking the eyes away from this girl who Ashoka loved and was peeing herself. As ashoka destroyed the robot and Bariss finishe peeing the second robot walcked to them but to theri luck,fives, the oly clone that ,survivedthe magnaguard woke up,picked up a rocket launcher and fired at the robot who was destroyed.
"Are you alright,ladies?"ascked fives
"Yes ." said Bariss blushing.
"Go,"said Ashoka"Bariss and i will stay to heal ourselves,and if we don,t come wait for us,if you blow up the base,and you'l need this."with that Ashoka handed fives one of her lighsabers.
"Yes sir"
"Now that he is gone,i have a cinfesion to make, i am bursting to pee!"
"You too?" asked Bariss.
"Yes,but when i fought Grievous i as not that desperete,anyway can i just pee here?" asked Ashoka
"Sure"
And with that,Ashoka sat in a squat and began peeing herself trough her clothes,water was pouring from her pants like it was a fountain.After 3 minutes of peeing she jumped onto Bariss and kissed her.
"I love you."said Ashoka"And i got desperete on porpose to pee in front of you."
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH..i ah ...oh i lov...v...e yu t...o" Barely manage to say Bariss.
After half a minute Bariss sliped her hand trough Ashoka's panties and began masaging her pusy,it tok Ashoka 5 second to reached orgasm.Then they just srtuiped naked and began having sex.After 20 minutes of sex Bariss said:
"Ashoka,as much as i love you,we can never be toghether,is agienst the jedi code.,we will not be toghether,i'm sory" and she broke into tears.
"Shhhh,it's alright,i understand" said Ashoka,while also beeig sad.
Behind they hear an explosion,so the get change to meet with Five. There they saw fives,alongside 6 other clones.
"What are they doing here?" asked Bariss
"I called for reinforcements, and the general took the senator to Utapau"awnserd Fives
"That coward!" said Bariss
The 2 jedi raported to the jedi council the discovery. |
Here's part one of a fic commissioned from me last year over on Tumblr (same username as here). I'm still open for commissions if you like what you read (which I hope you do)! Once I've moved all of my old stories from my Ao3 (same username again) to Omo.Org I'll make an official post about it. Part two is on its way soon!
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“Doctor? Your next patient is here.”
Chase turns to give his nurse a quick nod and a smile of thanks, hoping that she can’t see through his act and start asking about what’s really going on. “Thank you, Laura,” he says evenly, keeping his tone casual. “Will you go and bring her back here if she’s ready?”
“Of course,” Laura agrees, smiling back as she turns on her heel and lets the door click shut behind her. Chase waits a few seconds, frozen tensely in place, then lets out a long sigh from between his teeth, pressing his legs together at the thighs. Immediately, he feels better, although he knows it’s only a matter of time before he needs to move around normally again.
He’s been at the office since seven in the morning, having had to come in earlier in the day to meet with a new patient and earn some extra money for a big date he has planned, and he’d downed a couple coffees before his first meeting in order to be awake and alert for his new patient’s sake. He’d been busy helping his patients with paperwork during the time he’d usually go about taking his break, and his next appointment had checked in just as he’d finished with his last (and finished yet another coffee at the same time). After that, the rest of the day had gone by in a whirlwind of activity, and though he had drank five out of his recommended eight cups of water that day, he still hasn’t had a chance to use the bathroom since he’d woken up that morning.
It’s four in the afternoon now. And his last patient is waiting for him still.
With another sigh, he shifts his weight from foot to foot, eyeing the door to make sure nobody walks in on him shimmying around in desperation. He may need to go worse than he has in quite a long time, but he prioritizes his professionalism above all else, even including his own personal comfort, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t make it through his last appointment with his composure intact and his patient helped out in a timely manner.
Still, his bladder feels much too full, probably unhealthily so. Definitely enough to make him uncomfortable, and he is always telling his patients to listen to their bodies. As a doctor, he knows that holding in one’s urine is a bad idea, especially to the point where it might start to hurt. Luckily, he hasn’t reached that point yet--sure, there’s a constant aching in his abdominal area, but there haven’t been any sharp, shooting pains yet. It may not be the smartest option on his behalf, but he resolves to hold it until he’s off the clock in just under an hour. With the way things were progressing before, he should be able to make it through his final appointment before he reaches dire stages of desperation.
Speaking of his final appointment, the door creaks open and the nurse holds it in place while a soft, beautiful, and familiar face appears from the other side, framed by long, brown hair that falls in waves soft as the ocean. His girlfriend, Sophie, steps into the room with a smile, and he feels his own face light up when he sees her, his other problems fading to the back of his mind. He really can’t help it--she just has that kind of effect on him.
“Hello, doctor,” Sophie says teasingly, making Chase almost forget about his need to pee all together. God, he would do anything for this woman, wouldn’t he?
“Good afternoon, Ms. Ire,” he replies, playing along as he turns back to his standing computer and types in her name. “How have you been?”
“You mean since you saw me this morning?” Sophie laughs. “Well, I got off work a few hours ago, and then I went to get a drink with my friends. It was a pleasant day overall.”
“I’m glad,” Chase says, turning to face her as she sits down on the small, paper-covered bed in the corner of the room. “So, today we’re just going to be doing a routine check-up. I’ll test your eyes and ears and listen to your heart. The usual routine, as you know.”
“What should we do first?” Sophie asks, blinking up at him through her long lashes.
“I’ll take your height and weight first,” Chase tells her, despite knowing that she knows exactly what order he likes to do the check-up in by now. “So if you’d like to change into the gown over there, go ahead. I’ll leave the room. Crack the door open once you’re finished.”
“You don’t have to leave, doctor,” Sophie tells him with a soft smirk, her voice light and teasing. “I don’t mind.”
“I know,” Chase says, sighing fondly and smiling despite himself. “But I’d rather be regarded as a professional in my workplace. So let me know when you’ve finished changing.”
With that, he turns to exit the room, but his body seems to have other plans. His bladder reminds him of its presence with a sharp contraction, and he has to suck in a quick breath and press his legs together at the knees to stop himself from doing something stupid like pressing down on the front of his pants or something equally embarrassing.
He waits until his body has calmed down, staring straight ahead so he doesn’t have to face his girlfriend’s questioning gaze, then takes quick, measured steps towards the door, his whole body stiff and tensed. He’d almost been successful in putting his need out of his mind, but now he’s shaken harshly back to the reality of the situation. He grits his teeth and winces, speed-walking out into the hall and closing the door behind him before leaning back against the opposite wall and tipping his head back, one hand pulling on the collar of his dress shirt. He finds himself crossing one leg over the other tightly, clenching his free hand against the muscle of his thigh and making a conscious effort to keep it there.
Out of discomfort, he takes his lip between his teeth and pulls at it gently, trying his best to stay still and ride out the wave of desperation as it washes over him. He refuses to be seen squirming around like a madman in his own place of work, especially so close to the end of his shift.
He lets out a long, fluttery sigh as the pressure in his bladder lessens a tiny bit, making his situation just a little bit more manageable. Still, he doesn’t feel ready to uncross his legs yet. He even finds himself wanting to bounce on the balls of his feet to relieve the ache, or just to keep himself moving around, but of course he doesn’t let himself. Instead, he tips his head back until it hits the wall with a dull thunk and takes deep, measured breaths in and out until he feels in control of himself.
He opens his eyes a crack, but they fly open wider when he realizes the door is open wide, and Sophie is watching him with curious, lit-up eyes, as if she knows exactly what’s going on. Of course, she’s seen him like this before, on any one of the numerous times she’d asked him to recreate the situation for her in their home, but this time it’s different. He’s at his office, and here he’s supposed to be a professional. He can’t show any signs of needing to go now, no matter how desperate for a toilet he might be.
“L-Let’s take your height first,” he says, cursing himself for his nervous stuttering. “Um, if you could stand against that wall with your heels against the wall…”
Sophie nods, standing up from the bed and causing the paper to crinkle and tear, then walking over to the wall with the height tool on it and standing straight back against it. Chase grabs his clipboard from the counter with the sink and returns to his girlfriend, checking to make sure her feet and shoulders are against the wall before he slides the measurement tool down to the top of her head.
“Have I grown at all?” Sophie asks curiously. She asks every time, to the point where Chase had started to memorize her previous height from the visit before so he could answer her question more quickly.
Only this time, he doesn’t remember it. The numbers have completely slipped his mind, including the one he had just written down a couple of seconds ago. “Um…” he stalls, tapping his foot against the ground anxiously and immediately stopping when it only makes him more uncomfortable. “I think a couple centimeters,” he says at last.
“You think?” Sophie repeats, raising an eyebrow at him.
“I, uh, don’t remember,” Chase admits, eyes downcast. He hears a quiet laugh and glances up to find Sophie covering her hand with her mouth, a mischievous glint in her eye.
“Is something wrong, Doctor?” she asks knowingly, pointedly. Chase shakes his head, subconsciously pressing his athletic thighs together once again.
“I’ll do your weight now,” he says, as quickly and calmly as he can manage. Luckily, Sophie goes along with him, taking a few steps away from the wall and adjusting the gown over her body as Chase prepares the scale.
He presses each button quickly, but stops short at the final two, trying to remember which one comes first. His mind feels a bit fuzzy, distracted, which has never happened to him on the job before. (Then again, he’s never needed to pee like this on the job before, but surely it can’t be affecting him that badly, right?) Blinking a few times to try and refocus himself, he presses the top button, then the bottom, and the scale lights up with the correct unit of measurement and the right base numbers.
“Ready,” he tells her, hoping that she hadn’t noticed his momentary blunder. Sophie nods, stepping up onto the scale and watching the numbers jump back and forth a couple of times before landing on a set weight and staying there. Chase nods, looking down at himself and realizing that he doesn’t have his clipboard on him.
“Is something wrong?” Sophie asks him as he turns around a couple of times, confusion clear on his face. “Did you lose something?”
“My clipboard,” Chase explains, patting down his pockets. “And my pen…”
“You set them down over there a minute ago,” Sophie tells him with a full-on smirk. “Don’t you remember?”
“A-Ah, of course,” he lies, shuffling over and grabbing his belongings. By the time he returns to the scale, the digital screen has gone dark and the number has vanished from his memory.
“Sorry, I’ll need to take it again,” he apologizes, shaking his head as if to clear it of the fog that’s settled there. His bladder pulses uncomfortably and he winces, gritting his teeth against the feeling of need that’s more prominent now than ever. He needs to go so bad, but he can’t, not until he’s off the clock and Sophie is finishing her after-visit paperwork, and really his best option is to get the appointment over quickly and cleanly, but he just can’t seem to take his mind off of his desperation.
“Go ahead,” Sophie says with a grin, her eyes darting down to his crotch meaningfully before she looks back up, one eyebrow raised. She definitely knows, Chase thinks with a pang of embarrassment, averting his eyes and pressing the buttons of the scale once again. Sophie waits for him to nod before she steps back onto the platform, her eyes never leaving his flushed face. Speaking of which, he’s starting to feel a little hot under his long-sleeved button-up and black slacks, which happen to be digging into his bladder thanks to the belt he’d haphazardly buckled too tight earlier that morning.
Oh, he regrets so many of the things he’d done that had led up to this point, but there’s no use in dwelling on it now.
“Have I gained any weight, doctor?” Sophie asks, feigning innocence. They both know she’d already checked her weight on the scale back home earlier that morning, before Chase had left for work. She must be trying to stall me, Chase thinks, shifting his weight to the other foot restlessly as he looks down at the paper he’d printed out beforehand.
“Nothing worth mentioning,” he tells her hurriedly with a jerky, disjointed shake of his head. “You know as well as I do that weight fluctuates a pound or so throughout the day. You’re still very close within the range you were in last time we checked.”
“And is that a good thing?” Sophie asks, then steps off the scale and closes the distance between them, pressing the front of her body against his, her hand lifting to his waist and pressing at the very edge of his abdomen with her thumb. Chase gasps, lurching forward and half curling in on himself as his bladder protests, sending a little squirt of urine through his urethra. He clenches his muscles tightly, doing his best not to let it out from the tip of his penis and just barely succeeding.
“Sophie,” he hisses as soon as he’s recovered, sending her a pleading look. He doesn’t want to ask her to stop, not when she’s clearly having a good time teasing him--he’d never want to end her fun on purpose, especially since he’s usually willing to go along with her assortment of kinks. But he’s at work. There’s no way out if he ends up actually wetting himself, which he’d like to think wouldn’t happen to him, but at this point in his desperation, he’s not so sure anymore. His mind darts back to those three cups of coffee--a natural diuretic, at that--and five glasses of water, and he bites his lip and crosses one leg over the other tightly at the thought.
Sophie seems to have had a similar idea, because her eyes flicker to the small paper cups on the counter next to the sink. “You seem flushed, doctor,” she says jovially, slipping away from him (and leaving his poor bladder alone, thank god) and plucking one of the cups off of the stack. “Have you been drinking enough? Maybe you should have some water…”
“Sophie, that’s not a good idea,” Chase tells her, his voice strained from the effort he’s putting into keeping his composure, but then she looks at him with that face, eyes big and round and needy, and he just knows he can’t say no to her. He’s never been able to deny her things that she really wants, and whether that’s a good or a bad thing, it certainly makes the whole situation that much harder. Is she expecting him to hold it until they get home? Their house is a good forty-five minutes away during rush hour, and he’s pretty sure he’ll explode before they get back.
Still, Sophie seems to know that she’s won their little stand-off, and with barely any effort put in at that. She smiles widely, then spins around to face the sink and turns the tap on, letting an agonizingly slow stream of water out of the faucet and into the cup. Chase lets out a muffled groan as the sound of water splashing against itself fills the room, his mind conjuring up images of people standing in front of toilet bowls and letting loose in the way he so desperately wants--no, needs to. He doubles over, bracing himself against the nearest wall with one hand and clenching the other on his knee, not daring to let himself hold his penis openly. Sophie may think she’s won, and in some ways she probably has, but he will get through this without making a mess. Besides, he knows how much she likes it when he prolongs his desperation. He’s doing both of them a favor.
He holds his breath as the slow spatter of water continues, trying his best to block out the sound mentally, but he’s still eternally thankful when the faucet turns off and Sophie reappears at his side. “Your face is even redder than before,” she comments, faux concern clear in her voice. “Here, drink this. It’ll make you feel so much better.”
“T-Thank you,” Chase stammers, staring at the cup with barely disguised distaste. He doesn’t want to drink it--in fact, consuming more liquids is the last thing he wants to do right now--but he knows she won’t back down from this. Sophie holds all the power at this point--Chase is just her little puppet who hopes and prays that his master is merciful towards him. (After all, he is still in his place of work.)
“There you go,” Sophie coos as he accepts the cup, lifting it to his lips with shaking hands and downs it in one go. The water is cold, which sends a shiver down his spine. He recrosses his legs the other way and presses his knees into each other, sucking in a sharp breath as soon as the cup is drained.
“Ah,” he gasps, letting the paper cup fall to the floor and wrapping an arm around his stomach protectively, being careful not to press on his abdominal area. “D-Done.”
“Good boy,” Sophie praises him softly, brushing a few fingers under his chin and tilting his head up. “Now, aren’t you going to continue with the check-up?”
Chase nods wordlessly, not trusting his mouth to form the right words. He’s positive he won’t be able to keep his focus on the check-up with his body in such a state, but he knows he needs to at least try. It is his job, after all, but more importantly, he knows Sophie wants him to do what she asks of him. And of course, he’ll do anything that Sophie wants him to, no matter his personal comfort.
“I’ll check your ears next,” he half-states, half-gasps, stumbling over to the other side of the room to grab the auriscope from its hook on the wall. He braces himself against the side of the counter and motions for Sophie to sit back down on the little bed, keeping his lower half painfully tensed as he moves. He fiddles with the on/off switch as she makes herself comfortable, then at last pushes himself away from the counter and walks straight-legged over to the bed.
“Could you tuck your hair behind your ears?” he requests, trying to sound calm and professional despite the fact that he’s gritting his teeth against his urges. Sophie complies easily, moving her long brown hair to rest behind her back in soft waves, and Chase leans forward to shine the light into her ear. He lets out a startled gasp as his work pants dig into his stomach, pressing against his bladder and making his whole body shudder with need. Taking his lip between his teeth, he bears it, bracing his other arm against the bed as he looks into the auriscope.
Despite the fact that his focus is all over the place, he manages to do a thorough check of his patient’s ears, making sure that nothing’s wrong with her hearing on either side before he removes the tip of the tool from her ear canal. Sophie sits there patiently while she waits for him to decide what’s next--at this point he’s so frazzled, so overcome with his desperation, that he’s forgotten his usual order altogether. She would probably remind him if he’d ask, but he doesn’t want to admit that he’s in such a bad state that he can’t think clearly at all.
“Your… Your eyes next,” he manages at last, switching the light on and unceremoniously shining it into his girlfriend’s left eye, watching for the shrinking of her pupil. Sophie’s eyes are a beautiful shade of brown, dark and clear rather than muddy. Normally, he’d love to have an excuse to stare into them for as long as he wants to, but right now the only thing on his mind is getting this godforsaken check-up over with before he starts wetting himself like a child.
That’s a bad train of thought, he realizes, shifting his hips back and forth and chewing on his lip until it hurts to distract himself from the pain coming from somewhere else. He’s so uncomfortable, he feels so so full, and it feels like he’s been desperate for hours and hours now, yet relief is still eons away. He has to check Sophie’s heart still, and her reflexes, and he should probably check her blood pressure as well. Then he has to go through all of his data on the computer and assess whether she needs to be doing anything extra to preserve her health, all while he’s absolutely dying to pee.
This is not going to end well, he realizes with dread.
“Doctor?” Sophie prompts, tilting her head so the light shines between her eyebrows instead. “You’ve been examining my left eye for some time now… Shouldn’t you move on to the other one?”
“A-Ah,” Chase stutters, caught. “Of course. I’m sorry.”
“Is something the matter?” Sophie asks, although they both know she’s completely aware of the problem. “You’ve been fidgety and distracted all afternoon. I’m not keeping you from anything, am I? I thought I got the time for our appointment right, but if there’s something you need to do, we can always postpone…”
It’s a trap, and once again, they both know it. Sophie is challenging him to not give up, to keep going for no other reason than to please her, and Chase, like the poor fool that he is, goes along helplessly. He wants to go, wants to go in the literal sense, but he wants to please her more than any physical need of his. Through thick and thin, he’s devoted to her, and that’s why he shakes his head and forces a smile.
“I’m fine, Ms. Ire,” he assures her rather fakely. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll just finish the check up now, i-if you don’t mind.”
“Go right ahead,” Sophie says, smiling widely. She’d gotten what she wants.
Chase unwraps his stethoscope from around his neck and hooks the two listening pegs into his ears, even as his body squirms and trembles without his permission. He has to try a few times to get the pegs in right, since his hands are shaking so badly, but eventually he manages to position everything correctly. He holds up the stethoscope’s metal end, then slips it under Sophie’s hospital gown and brushes the end up her body until he reaches her chest.
“It’s cold,” Sophie giggles, shifting in place. “Feels strange.”
Chase only grunts in response, doing his best to focus on her heartbeat as he moves the stethoscope around her upper torso. Sophie’s always had a good heart for as long as she’s been his patient, so he isn’t worried about finding anything wrong with it this time, but it’s still his job to make sure his clients are healthy, and he doesn’t want to rush such an important step in the process for such a stupid reason as needing to pee. Even though he really needs to pee at this point.
He wonders if he’ll be able to make it home with dry pants, and finds that he doesn’t want to know the answer to his question. He’s not even sure he can keep his briefs dry for the rest of the appointment, and they’re almost halfway done already.
He slides the stethoscope under her arm and around to her back, and without prompting, she takes a few deep breaths, just like he asks her to every time. Satisfied that he’s done his job just well enough to make sure she’s okay, Chase pulls the end of the tool out from under her gown and slings it back around his neck with unsteady movements.
“What’s next?” Sophie asks brightly, too aware of everything that’s going on.
“Blood pressure,” Chase grits out, snatching the arm cuff and connected machine off the wall with too much force. “C-Can you hold your arm out?”
“What’s the magic word?” Sophie teases, eyes glimmering.
“Please,” Chase adds, this time unable to stop himself from bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet, just to keep his body moving. He hasn’t grabbed himself yet, thank god, but at this stage in his desperation it’s only a matter of time. He’s not even sure if holding his penis will help, he’s so full, but he’s just desperate enough to try anything that might take the edge off. “I, ah, need to wrap the cuff.”
Compliantly, Sophie holds her arm a few inches away from her body, allowing Chase to velcro the cuff around her upper arm. He does it sloppily the first time--it ends up only half aligned, and all it takes is a single skeptical look from his girlfriend for him to reach back out and do it properly. God, the power Sophie has over him is unimaginable.
He presses the buttons on the attached machine that start the process of taking her blood pressure, and suddenly he’s hit with an intense wave of desperation, unlike anything he’s ever felt before. “Aah!” he gasps, doubling over and hissing in pain when his waistband digs into his bladder. He jams a hand in between his legs, wrapping it around his dick and squeezing as tight as he can while dancing from side to side like a puppet on a string, but even his bouncing back and forth can’t save him from the long, hot spurt of urine that travels down his shaft and escapes into his underwear.
No, no, no no no! he thinks in a panic, cramming his other hand into his crotch and clenching every muscle in his body, doing everything he can to stave off the inevitable. His piss runs out of him for a solid three seconds, a seemingly endless flow, yet one that doesn’t give him any sense of relief in the slightest, before he finally gets it under control. Holding his breath and squeezing his dick between both hands, he manages to turn the strong, forceful flow into a trickling stream, and finally into nothing at all.
It hurts. It hurts to cut off the flow, to deny his body the release it’s been craving for hours upon hours before he’d even been able to feel the lessening of the liquid in his body. All he wants, almost more than anything in the world, is to let go right here and now, flood his good work pants and the floor of the check-up room in hot, golden piss until he’s finally empty. But he knows he can’t--not just because this is his place of work, but also because Sophie is here. She’s watching him right now, he knows, without even looking her way. And she wants him to keep holding on for as long as possible.
He hasn’t reached his peak yet.
Still, he doesn’t feel like he’ll be able to finish the check-up after all. In fact, he feels close to leaking again already, the wet fabric of his briefs brushing tantalizingly against his dick, teasing him with the idea of letting go once again. He can’t let go of his member, either; he feels like if he stops clutching himself for even a second, it will all be over, which means that he won’t be able to finish checking Sophie’s blood pressure or her reflexes, and he most certainly won’t be able to enter her data into the computer.
“Is something the matter, doctor?” Sophie asks, standing up from the bed and walking slowly over to where Chase is still doubled over in pain. “You aren’t going to finish the appointment?”
“I can’t,” Chase moans, drops of sweat dripping down his face. He feels seconds away from losing control entirely, which means it’s time to start begging. He won’t do anything without her permission, no matter how much pain he’s in--he trusts her to know his boundaries and not to cross them any more than is safe--but that means he has to ask her to take him to the bathroom across the hall.
“Sophie,” he pants, flushed, eyes watering behind his eyelids. “C-Can we, ahh, can we move this somewhere else?” He ends up interrupting himself with a light, airy moan, unable to keep the sound from escaping his mouth.
“What do you mean?” Sophie asks, feigning innocence once again. “Do we need to move to a different area? Is there something you need somewhere else in the building?”
“Yes,” Chase groans, bending one leg and twisting it inward so that his knees are touching. “P-Please, may I go to the bathroom?”
“The bathroom?” Sophie laughs. “What could you possibly need there?”
“I need…” Chase breathes in heavily, the throbbing in his bladder growing stronger with each passing second. He feels full to the brim, absolutely bursting at the seams, and he’s not entirely sure he can make it to the restroom without having an accident. “Need… The toilet…”
“I don’t know if I follow,” Sophie says, then giggles behind her hand rather cutely. “But if you want to move somewhere else, I’m sure I wouldn’t mind.”
“Oh, thank you,” Chase cries, a drop of sweat accumulating on his nose and falling down to the floor. He feels so worn out, his body having been tensed for so long; he’s lost track of how long it’s been since his last appointment had walked through the door, although it feels like a lifetime has passed. He turns towards the door, ready to rush to the bathroom with all the strength he has left, but he freezes in place when Sophie clears her throat, garnering his attention immediately.
“I don’t think it’s very good practice to leave your patients here on their own, doctor,” she says, shifting her weight to one hip and crossing her arms over her middle. They both know that what she’s saying isn’t true at all--doctors leave their patients alone in the check-up rooms all the time, when they’re grabbing papers from the office area or darting back and forth between appointments--but Chase knows it’s useless to argue.
“B-But, you agreed to let me…” he starts, then trails off, too embarrassed to finish his sentence. This whole situation is so humiliating--there he is, in the middle of his own workplace, with his hands buried in his crotch and his legs twisted tight against each other to keep himself from flooding his pants and the floor with hot, golden piss. And yet, he’s still going along with it; he hasn’t used the safeword yet. Maybe some small part of him likes the idea of risk, and he definitely likes pleasing his girlfriend by doing what she says. He must be crazy, putting his body through this much stress just to make someone else happy.
“Oh, you can go,” Sophie says, a wicked glint in her eyes. “But you’ll have to bring me along with you. Wouldn’t want me to get bored now, would you?”
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“Sophie…” Chase protests, rather weakly. “It’s not, oh, a good idea to do this here.” His words are broken up by short little gasps and pants, each one more embarrassing than the last.
“What, did you change your mind?” Sophie questions, one eyebrow raised. “Will you be okay to finish the rest of the check-up after all?”
“N… No,” Chase admits, shaking his head slightly. “Just… Ah, don’t make it obvious, o-okay?”
“Make what obvious?” Sophie replies with a wink.
Her response is good enough for Chase, despite the fact that she hadn’t actually promised anything. He hobbles to the door with his hands between his legs, shifting his hips forward and backwards, then left and right, but when he turns to ask her to grab the door, he finds her to be stood in the same spot he’d left her in.
“Well, I can’t go out there in this flimsy gown,” she explains coyly, one hand toying with the edge of her mint green hospital gown. “You’ll have to wait for me to change back into my clothes.”
“No,” Chase moans in duress, his cry accompanied by another leak that trails almost down to his mid thigh. Slowly but surely, he’s losing control, and he needs to get to a bathroom now. Well, now might even be too late at this point. He wants to be there five minutes ago--no, an hour ago, but now is the closest he’ll ever be able to get to that.
Sophie stops, drops her shirt back onto the counter where she’d gone to pick it up. “What was that?” she asks, her voice even and carefully neutral, but Chase knows that that’s far from the case. This is the voice she uses when he disobeys her, and is soon to get into big trouble if he doesn’t do what she says. No matter how absolutely bursting he is right now, he knows he won’t be able to get away with leaving without her, and she’ll refuse to go with him until he’s fully dressed.
“Please, please hurry, Sophie, please,” he begs, but still Sophie refuses to pick her shirt back up. She eyes him up and down for a second, taking in his pathetic, hunched-over form before focusing on his face, contorted with need.
“Well, aren’t you going to give me some privacy?” she asks, tilting her head in the direction of the door. Chase follows her movements, eyes widening in horror when he realizes what she means. He opens his mouth to argue, but she gives him a stern look out of the corner of her eye, and his words die in his throat.
“I’ll only be a minute!” she calls after him as he slowly hobbles out into the hallway, hoping and praying that none of his coworkers are there to see him like this. As much as he wants to remain the ever professional figure they’ve come to know, there’s no way he’ll be able to straighten up and compose himself in this state. It’s physically impossible for him to behave normally without wetting himself uncontrollably in front of everyone.
The hallway is blessedly empty, he notes as he leans against the opposing wall once again, hands still wrapped around his dick and squeezing with no mercy. His stomach aches, he’s practically dripping with sweat, and his whole body is shaking ever so slightly, little tremors running down his arms and legs and making it impossible for him to stand still. He takes a few short breaths in and out, hoping to calm his body down and steady his pounding heart, but his shallow breathing only serves to make him more agitated. He groans in frustration, pushing himself off of the wall and hopping in a little circle, eyes squeezed shut against his better judgement.
It’s fine, he tells himself. You’re fine! All you have to do is wait for Sophie to finish changing, and then you can go to the bathroom. And then you can let out all that coffee and water you had to drink earlier, and you’ll finally be empty and comfortable again…
“Ngh… Oh- Ohhh…” he breathes shakily, running his lip between his teeth and bobbing up and down on the spot. He swears this is the worst he’s had to go in his whole memory of his life. Even when he’d been asked to hold at home, he doesn’t think he’d ever actually gotten as desperate as he is now, maybe because the threat of wetting himself hadn’t had as big consequences as it does now.
After a seemingly endless amount of time which he fills with jumping about and moaning under his breath, the door clicks open and Sophie emerges. Finally! Chase sighs internally, not daring to speak it out loud. Just a few more minutes, and then you’ll get relief.
“Ready to go?” Sophie asks with a smirk.
“Ah, I’m ready,” Chase chokes out breathily, and the two of them start the slow, perilous journey to the other end of the hall. The bathroom is only a couple of yards away from the check-up room they’d been occupying, thank god (he doesn’t know what he’d do if they had to walk any further than that) but with his limited physical ability, it takes them almost twice as long to get there as it would normally. Luckily for them, it’s a single-stalled bathroom with a door that locks from the inside, and doubly lucky, there’s nobody already inside.
Sophie shows him a small kindness by reaching out and opening the door for him, allowing him to hobble inside before her. As soon as she turns the lights on, the sight of the toilet proves to be just enough to send him over the edge of desperation.
“Oh, oh, oh!” Chase gasps, pressing down harder with both of his hands as his need overpowers him. He hops from foot to foot wildly, thrusting his groin forward into his hands to try and get more pressure on his penis, unable to tear his eyes away from the tantalizing sight of the toilet a few feet away from him. Sophie enters the room as he’s dancing about, shutting the door and locking it behind her with a soft click.
“You brought me to a bathroom, doctor?” she remarks as Chase rips one hand away from his crotch to tear at his fly. He’s seconds away from both relief and disaster, and his need is overpowering and overwhelming and all too much for him to handle. “What could you possibly need to do in here?”
To his horror, she moves swiftly to sit down on the closed toilet, resting her hands in between her knees on the edge of the lid in a gesture that clearly states that his relief will be denied for longer yet.
“So- Sophie, please move,” Chase cries, at last getting his button undone and pulling his zipper down with trembling hands as he speaks. “I can’t- I can’t hold it any longer, Sophie, you have to move!”
The lessened pressure from his waistband is a small comfort, but as he reaches into his pants and pulls his dick out, the cool air of the bathroom eliminates that comfort entirely. He keens, high-pitched and whiny, wrapping one hand around the base of his cock and squeezing for dear life as his legs press against each other from shin to thigh.
“What do you mean?” Sophie asks quizzically. “You’re not making any sense, you know.”
“Ah, A-Aah!” Chase gasps, twisting his left leg around frantically. “P-Please, please can I go? I really need to go, Sophie, please let me go now!”
“Let you go?” Sophie repeats innocently, eyes wide as she stares up at him from the toilet. “Go where, doctor? What do you mean?”
“Sophie,” Chase whimpers pathetically. “L-Let me use the restroom, please…”
“You want to use the restroom? Sorry, doctor, you’ll need to do better than that to convince me…”
“I need to pee!” Chase blurts, frantic as his other hand joins his first at the base of his cock to get his urge under control. His bladder throbs in time with his movements, and another short spurt of urine escapes him, widening the wet spot that has formed on his underwear. “I really, really need to pee! P-Please, Sophie, ah, let me use the toilet, please.”
“You need to pee?” Sophie echoes, eyes wide. “Is it that bad? Why didn’t you just say so before?”
“It’s really bad,” Chase admits, his whole face flushing scarlet from embarrassment and exertion. “So can I go? I feel like I’m going to explode!”
“I don’t know…” Sophie feigns disinterest, looking down at the toilet consideringly. “It can’t really be that bad, if you didn’t speak up about it until now, right?”
“Sophie,” Chase begs, his eyes watering. “My bladder is so full and heavy… I’m serious, I can’t hold it!”
“Now that you mention it,” Sophie murmurs, and to his delight, begins to stand up, leaving the toilet free and empty. He could cry from both the relief of knowing he’ll be able to pee soon, and the horror of knowing he doesn’t have permission quite yet.
Still, it doesn’t stop a string of words from flowing from his lips, almost without his understanding of them. “Oh, thank you, thank you!” he babbles, incomprehensible, hands still buried deep in his groin. “Thank you so much, I really couldn’t hold it for another second!”
“Oh, I’m not letting you go just yet,” Sophie says matter-of-factly, a smirk on her face. “I was just thinking… I had a lot of tea after I got off of work, and you know, you dancing around like that reminds me that I kind of need to go.”
Realization dawns on Chase as Sophie begins to unbutton her pants, sliding her jeans and underwear down her legs and flipping the lid of the toilet seat up. “W-Wait,” he protests weakly as she sits down, eyes widening in fear. “Please, don’t do this, oh my god, Sophie, I won’t be able to hold it if you-!!”
But it’s too late. Before he can utter another word, a thick stream of piss escapes Sophie’s urethra and splatters against the water in the toilet bowl. The sound echoes throughout the whole room, bouncing off of each wall and heading straight for Chase’s ears, and it’s much too much for his poor bladder to take. With a cry, he doubles over, rotating his hips wildly and squeezing his crossed legs tight against one another, doing everything he can not to wet himself on the spot. He swears he’s never been this desperate to pee--no, this desperate for anything--in his entire life.
Each second of listening to Sophie pee beside him feels like a year of torture in the worst way possible, teasing his poor bladder with the false signal that it’s okay to let go. He holds his breath and dances around wildly, grinding into his palm in the hopes that it will offer any sort of relief at all and receiving minimal gain for his effort. The trickle of urine might as well have been a waterfall for all the effect that it has on him, and he cries out in pain once again as his bladder contracts sharply at the mental image.
“Ah, oh god, ahh!” he sobs, wrecked, bending practically in half and stomping his feet on the ground rapidly. He’s not even sure how he’s managing to hold on any more, with the unbearable need that he’s been feeling for the past who-knows-how-long. It feels like all of the water and coffee he’d drank earlier has doubled inside his body and is now begging to escape all at the same time, and he can’t stand it. Another leak escapes him, longer this time, wetting the front of his underwear and dripping down onto his thigh, just barely.
He doesn’t think he’s ever undergone this special type of torture, even when they would do holds at home. Usually Sophie isn’t so cruel, although she’s been getting more adventurous since they’d first started out. She might come up from behind him and press on his bladder lightly, or make him drink more water like she had back at the doctor’s office, but she’s never brought him into a restroom only to deny him relief for even longer before. Through the fog of pain and desperation, he finds that he admires her tenacity for it.
Still, it doesn’t help the fact that he feels like an overfilled water balloon, ready to pop at a moment’s notice. The wet patch on the front of his underwear keeps brushing against his cock, reminding him of how good it would feel to let go in full, finally give himself over to the relief he so desperately craves. He wants to so badly, but he can’t, not here in his work space, and not with Sophie still expecting him to hold for her. He needs to wait, he needs to wait, and he’s not sure if he’ll be able to at this point in time.
“That feels so much better,” Sophie sighs as her stream tapers off, making no move to get off of the toilet. “I just hate having to go like that. All that pressure is so uncomfortable to have inside you, wouldn’t you say?”
“I-” Chase pants, his whole face entirely red and covered in beads of sweat. “I need- I need to…”
“Oh? You still need something, doctor?” she giggles, the mischievous glint from before back in her eyes. “Something that will make you feel good, maybe?”
“Yes!”
Sophie’s smile widens as she leans forward, extending a hand to lift his shirt up from the hem and letting her fingers brush gently over his abdomen, which is slightly distended from his bladder. Her nails smooth over his stomach and he shudders, tears forming in the corners of his eyes.
“Don’t worry, Chase,” she cooes, eyelids drooping softly over her eyes. “I’ll make you feel much better.”
Before he can ask what she means, her hand moves to sweep across his hip, and then suddenly drops down to touch his dick. Chase sucks in a breath and holds it in his lungs as his cock twitches in interest, something about the factor of risk from before making him excited even through the ache of his bladder. Are they really doing this here, and now? When he’s absolutely dying to pee, and in the middle of his workplace? What would his fellow doctors and nurses say if they found out?
Aside from the fact that they could get caught at any moment, there’s still the issue of him needing to pee even worse than before. He’s not so sure a handjob is a good idea right now, especially if she makes him finish. He can’t afford to relax his body for a single second, or else his long, painful fight will all have been for nothing. Even now, with her palm against the underside of his cock, he can feel a leak coming on and has to put all of his strength into stopping it. If he leaks any more, he’s sure he won’t be able to stop, and it’ll all be over for him.
“Doesn’t that feel good?” Sophie asks softly, sweetly, wrapping her hand around the base just above where his rest, and slowly dragging it upwards against the pull of his briefs. Chase whimpers, a single tear sliding down his cheek as the pain and the pleasure fight against each other. He hadn’t thought he’d be able to get hard in such a state, and yet he can feel himself starting to stiffen.
“Y-Yeah,” he pants, eyes unfocusing as she continues to stroke him to full hardness. At least he isn’t able to accidentally let go in this state, he thinks, but he can still feel his bladder aching and begging for the relief that it sees right in front of it. Thank god Sophie hadn’t decided to turn on the sink or flush the toilet in front of him. All that moving water… He’s pretty sure he’d explode on the spot.
In one fluid motion, Sophie bats his hands away from his crotch and pulls his briefs down to his knees, exposing his cock to the cold air of the bathroom. Chase cries out, bending forward and grabbing at the head of his penis with one hand, holding onto Sophie’s shoulder with the other as he twists one leg around the other one. “No, no, no,” he gasps, but Sophie’s hand is already back on him, stroking him up and down with feather-light touches before taking him fully in hand and beginning to pump her fist up and down more rapidly.
It feels--well, he can’t deny that it feels good, being touched while he’s so sensitive to the world around him. His full, bulging bladder sits heavy between his hips, making each nerve ending feel so much more intensely than usual, and the sensation of his girlfriend’s hand on him while he’s so needy and desperate feels almost as good as sex itself. He lets out a high, strangled moan as Sophie twists her wrist on the upstroke, his dick throbbing for an entirely different reason now.
“You look so good like this,” Sophie murmurs softly, her thumb brushing over the tip of his penis. “Squirming around and whining like a kid. How bad do you have to go, doctor?”
“R-Really bad,” Chase admits, his whole face on fire. “I’ve been holding it since, ohh, since I, ah, came to work this morning…”
“And how much did you drink since then?” Sophie asks, then bends down to blow cool air against the head of his cock. Chase moans again, desperate for more than just relief now, and bucks his hips forward into Sophie’s hand. Obligingly, she squeezes harder around the base of his cock, giving him a very temporary break from the full, bursting sensation he’s undergone for the better part of the afternoon.
“Three coffees,” he gasps, shifting his hips around in a circle as Sophie continues to stroke him. He’s painfully hard now, aching to come just as much as he wants to pee, and he shudders helplessly as Sophie traces a vein in the side of his dick with the edge of her nail. “A f-few cups of water… Maybe five or six…”
“And you’re still holding all of that in for me, aren’t you?” Sophie asks, increasing the pressure from her hand once again. “You must be absolutely bursting to go. You poor thing… How much longer do you think you can hold it?”
“God, I don’t know,” Chase sobs pathetically. “I have to go so, so bad. I-I’ve never needed to go this bad before. It feels like I’m as f-full as I can get!”
“But you’ve still got that water from before filtering through your system,” Sophie reminds him with a quick, steady pump of her fist. Chase bucks up into her hand yet again, needing the friction of her palm against him more than anything. “What do you think will happen when it gets to your poor, overstretched bladder? Will you wet yourself on the spot? Or are you gonna keep holding for me?”
“Can’t… Hold it,” Chase huffs, and suddenly a long, hot spurt of piss jets out of the tip of his cock and onto Sophie’s wrist. Oh, god, he thinks in a panic, I’m going to lose it right now if I don’t do something!
“Sophie!” he cries, arms darting down to grip himself once again. “I-I need to go right now! I’m going to wet myself!”
“Oh?” Sophie hums, eyeing his crotch with interest as another few drops escape his cock and drip down his left thigh. “But don’t you want to come? If you pee now, I’m not going to let you get hard again, you know.”
“But… I need…” Chase trails off despairingly, unsure of what he was going to say. I need to piss? I need to come? He’s so achingly, painfully hard, and yet he knows he won’t be able to last another five--no, three minutes in the state he’s in. It’s a small miracle that he hasn’t already given up and wet himself completely.
“You have to choose, Chase,” Sophie tells him sternly. “You can come first, and then pee, or you can pee and not come. What’ll it be?”
“I… ahh… I want to c-come,” Chase grits out, his hands scrabbling at his thighs to keep them away from his crotch. “Let me come, and then let me pee, please, oh god!”
“If that’s what you want,” Sophie agrees, resuming her ministrations. She bends down again, this time to blow a warm breath against his head, and Chase whimpers at the sensation. Pressing a simple kiss to his tip, she thumbs over his slit once again before dragging her hand tantalizingly slowly down his length. All of a sudden, she begins to rapidly pump her hand up and down, squeezing down hard occasionally and twisting her wrist this way and that to give him as much friction as possible.
Chase cries out, loud enough for probably the whole office to hear, as his mind is overcome with sensations. It’s all too much, the throbbing ache of his full bladder combined with the hand dragging up and down his penis, and he’s not sure he can handle it without passing out. It feels like he’s standing at the edge of a cliff with one foot dangling over the side, ready to be tipped over with the slightest push from behind.
Maybe he’s not at the edge of a cliff. Maybe he’s at the top of a waterfall, ready to fall into its cool path and be surrounded with splashing, splattering water on all sides. He can imagine the feeling now, of being completely relaxed and at ease, with the sound of roaring water echoing in his ears…
“Good boy,” Sophie praises him as he keens again, thrusting his hips forward into her hand. Her other hand travels under his shirt, brushing lightly against his side before moving upwards, first to his broad chest, then to his left nipple, which she begins to roll between her index finger and thumb. Her hands on his skin feel a thousand times better than they normally do--it feels like he’s being touched everywhere, all over, and he suddenly wishes that they’d tried this out sooner. (Maybe not in his place of work, obviously, but having sort-of sex while he’s holding on for her. It really is an experience unlike any other.)
“Please, please,” he begs, more tears streaming down his face to join the first, almost dried one. “I need it, Sophie, please, god, let me…!”
“You can come now, Chase,” Sophie tells him knowingly, and that’s all it takes for him to finish, shooting white ribbons of come into her waiting palm as his whole body is rocked violently. He’s overcome with the most intense pleasure he’s ever felt before as he comes, his nerves completely fried and on fire at the same time, his mind going blank as he short-circuits from the pleasure.
We really should have done this before, is the first thing he thinks as he comes back to himself. The second thing he thinks is, holy fuck, oh my god, I need to pee right now!
“Ah- ah, ah, Sophie!” he gasps, his hands flying to his groin to squeeze for dear life. “Sophie, Sophie,” he sobs, “please move. I can’t hold it, I can’t hold it anymore! I’m going to wet myself!”
He’s being too loud, he knows he’s being too loud, but he can’t even bring himself to care anymore. The only thing he cares about is getting permission to pee and finally, after hours and hours and hours, being able to go and feel empty once again. He might actually black out from his frantic desperation at this point. Jolts of pain shoot every which way from his bladder, and to his horror, another slow, trickling leak is beginning to escape him.
Who is he kidding. At this point, it’s not a leak, but a rather tiny stream, consistently dripping down into his saturated underwear and then onto the floor beneath him. “Sophie, I’m going, please can I use the toilet?!” he begs, unable to help himself. “I need to go, I need to go right now, I’m already wetting myself!”
Sophie sighs, but there’s a small smile on her face, which he blearily registers through his haze of need. “Alright,” she relents, slowly standing and moving away from the open toilet. “Go ahead.”
With a gasp of need, Chase grabs at his cock and aims at the toilet bowl, even as his stream is already picking up. As soon as it hits the water, a loud, thunderous splashing sound fills the entire room, twice as powerful as Sophie’s stream from earlier. He lets out a long, lewd moan as his legs shake beneath him, tipping his head back and breathing heavily as he finally, after all this time, lets go in full.
The relief is nothing short of orgasmic, rivaling the pleasure he’d felt seconds ago when he’d climaxed into Sophie’s hand. It takes a few seconds of him peeing full-force to get any sense of relief at all, which really says something about how full he’d been, but once he starts to feel it, he swears he’s never felt anything better in his whole life.
“Ahhhhh…” he moans, his whole body trembling from the relief. He feels so loose-limbed, so relaxed compared to his earlier tenseness, from his head to his toes and the tips of his fingers. He isn’t sure he’s ever been this at ease in his entire life, nor has he felt pleasure as great as this before. It’s like he’s just taking his first drink of water after a year alone in the desert--only the opposite is true, of course. He imagines those six cups of water and three cups of coffee pouring out of him, and lets a happy smile overtake his face. What an amazing feeling…
At last, his stream tapers off into nothing but a few drops. He smiles, sighs, and reaches down to pull his underwear up and tuck himself back inside.
“It’s wet,” Sophie tells him gently. His eyes fly open as he remembers where he is and a few other things hit him as well as he comes down from the post-relief bliss. He’s absolutely covered in sweat, all down his back and on his forehead and through his hair at the back of his neck. His abdomen still aches a little bit, probably from holding it in for hours on end. And he’s definitely going to get a stern talking to from his boss the next time he comes in for work.
He’s not even angry like he probably should be. It was totally worth it to get that kind of experience, and to know the best way to do it again.
“Are you okay?” Sophie asks, cupping his face and gently wiping away a few stray drops of sweat. “I know you didn’t safeword, but… I didn’t push you too far, did I?”
“No,” Chase promises her, using the last of his energy to press a gentle kiss to his girlfriend’s forehead. “It was amazing.”
“Next time, we can try something like this at home,” Sophie tells him with a soft smile, then reaches down to buckle his pants for him. “If you really liked it, I mean.”
“I did.”
She smiles even bigger, then leans up to press her lips against his. “Let’s do it again sometime soon, then,” she says.
The two of them leave the bathroom together, successfully managing to avoid everyone as Chase picks up the after-visit papers to take home. He’ll be able to do the rest of her check-up back at their house once he’s fully recovered, and then he can put the information into the system tomorrow. It’s not worth it to put himself through the rest of the appointment when he’s so tired and unfocused.
Sophie hangs onto his arm as they walk to the car, seeming especially happy with how the events of the day had gone. And despite everything, Chase really doesn’t blame her. After all, if she hadn’t pushed him to do this, he never would have known how much he liked the risk of getting caught, or how sensitive he became when pushed to the peak of utter desperation.
And besides, everyone likes leaving work early. |
Hey all, after lurking on here for what has perhaps been years, I thought it was time to finally make an account and my first fic over the course of Spring Break.
As this is my first real fic, any constructive criticism is much appreciated. In fact, any response is appreciated, as it will motivate me to continue this story.
The goal is to introduce a recurring character, Cassidy, and others and develop them as they progress in their "journey".
Enjoy the story!
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Cassidy stepped into her small apartment after a long day. After having taken two midterms and a couple hours with her besties, the 20 year old finally got to her apartment just after midnight. Celebrating the beginning of Spring Break, Cass and her friends went out on the town and enjoyed a girls night out, 100% sober, of course. But today had left Cassidy exhausted, mentally and physically.
Speaking of physically, Cassidy’s bladder knew she was home, and began to request to be relieved. Cass quickly dumped her things on the small kitchen counter and bobbed slightly to regain control and her composure, and let out a soft moan.
“Ahhhhhh… fuckkkkkkk”. She stayed in the state for several seconds, moaning and groaning quietly under her breath. She thought back to her busy day. She woke up on time at eight in the morning and went throughout her routine, breakfast, shower, brushing teeth, peeing, before heading out for a short walk to her first midterm at 9:30. She studied well, and it showed, finishing well in time with confidence in her answers. She handed in her exam and headed to the dining hall at 12:30, where she grabbed a bite to eat and do some last review. Along with a big glass of milk at breakfast and draining her 1.5L water bottle over the exam, she added two glasses of cola and refilled her water, which she was halfway through before leaving for her second, and last class at 2 o'clock. The second midterm went much as the first, although not as flawlessly, but was confidently turned in by Cass at 5:30. Now with the weight off her shoulders, she could now begin to enjoy her spring break. At that point, a new weight emerged in her bladder, which had begun to make its presence known to Cassidy. However, she pushed it aside, and hopped on the next bus to the college Main Street, to meet up with her friends, Jen and Nicole. The rest was kind of a blur, but it was a blast nonetheless, enjoying their new freedom.
All the while, Cass's bladder had been surely and steadily filling with liquid. On top of all the drinks she had through her second midterm, she guzzled about 6 more glasses of soda, a few waters, and a few sips of beer. Maybe it was more 99% sober when she got back. All that accumulates to a sore and aching bladder that begs for the release of it's many contents that had been holding since she woke up, 16 hours ago.
After regaining her composure, she assessed the situation. Normally, any person who just did a little pee dance and holding 16 hours of fluid would rush to use the bathroom. But not Cass, she thought she would be able to hold for just a little longer, and neglected to use the bathroom.
Despite having quite a few opportunities to relieve herself during the day, especially this obvious one, Cass elected to hold longer. The reason why dates back to her teen years.
Cass was always infamous among her friends as having a very weak bladder. Even in her later teens she had a puppy bladder, and her friends would tease her with it, and sometimes even be annoyed when she announced she had to relieve herself for what seemed the millionth time. When Cassidy was 17 she decided enough was enough and that, like any other muscle, the bladder's muscles can be trained. And so she did, withholding herself from the bathroom and strengthening her capacity. This had a consequence, Cass found a certain… niche out of her "exercise". Holding to her limits also made it extremely relieving when the time came to finally void her bladder. So much so, she began to take pleasure out of it. Everytime she held her bladder's contents she looked forward to the orgasmic relief that would follow.
This kicked her libido into high-gear. Up until then Cass was not known for being very flirty, some of her friends might've even called her a prude or a bit awkward. But all of sudden it seemed she was teasing and wearing more revealing clothing. If you caught Cass on a good day, and she was in the mood for it, she might give a wink and a little bounce from her D-size bust or a little wiggle from her bubbly rump.
With that holding practice, she's expanded her holding capacity well into the double digits, while exploring… "new opportunities" with her kink. Full bladder masturbation, wettings, rapid desperation, you name it, she's done it. She had her no-go zones such as diapers and God forbid she wet herself in public, but in private, this was her world.
Cass sat down on her couch to relax and removed her top, allowing her breasts to free themselves. She forgoed a bra, as well as panties today, partially for the thrill, but mostly because she hadn't done any laundry in awhile. Cass unbuttoned her tight jeans but did not remove them. The unbuttoning allowed her strained bladder to expand, and she exhaled in relief, as well as in pleasure. She was beginning to get a bit horny. Cass grabbed the remote and turned on one of her favorite romance shows. She lightly played with herself as she spread her legs far apart, to the point she grimaced slightly from the burden. Nevertheless, her dam stayed shut, keeping the boiling, pent up piss locked away.
It was almost 2 am, after watching an underwhelming episode of that romance show, she started binging her favorite anime, losing track of time, and her bladder and libido. As the outro for the show rolled, Cass gave out a long yawn.
“Welp, time for bed.” she said to herself as she got up from her couch, a bit too fast, evidently. The quick movement caused the massive weight in her abdomen to shift, as her bladder, which began to bulge out by a little more than a half inch, sent screams of desperation and threats of release to her brain. In which this elicited a response from Cassidy.
“Oooooooooooooooooohhhhh, fuck fuck fuck fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck…” She moaned rather loudly, as she struggled to not spring a leak from her swollen bladder and hopped from foot to foot, pee dancing like her life depended on it. While it mostly served to make sure her living room floor stayed dry, part of it was from her own excitement, and that moan could be confused for something more sensual, the way it sounded. It was definitely time to go use the toilet, and Cass began to make the quick trip to her bathroom, through her bedroom.
On the trip Cass decided to take a quick look at her phone and catch up on any notifications she may have missed over her busy day. Entering her bedroom, one of the notifications read:
URGENT: Biomedical Study Opportunity (WILL PAY HANDSOMELY)
This intrigued Cass, and she opened the email which she skimmed through quickly as she entered the bathroom. “Looking for volunteers, blah blah blah, will pay well, yada yada yada, Arrive at 10 am sharp…” Cass read to herself as she removed her jeans and began to place her large rump on the toilet and relaxed her sphincter and bladder muscles.
However, the next line caught her by surprise, just as she was about to commence a torrential piss.
VERY IMPORTANT: DO NOT USE RESTROOM WITHIN 12 HOURS BEFORE BEGINNING STUDY
Cass immediately stood up from the toilet and gave a tyrannical grip on her crotch. "Mmmmmmmhmmmmmmmnnnnnghhhhhhh… oh god oh godddddddddddd" she exclaimed in desperation. She could feel the boiling piss in her urethra and she had to keep it back to prevent completely losing control. She began to leak considerably, her hands and inner thighs receiving a fair amount of the warm liquid on their skin. But she was able to stop the leaks, but it took her a full minute to completely regain control of her very sore and desperate bladder.
This reaction demands an explanation. After a dismal first two semesters living in a prison cell-esque room with a terrible roommate, Cassidy decided to live off campus, and found a great deal for a single bedroom apartment. But, it would have to be paid out of pocket outside her college loans. Her hunt for a job yielded little promise, with little work to go around in her small college town and no work flexible enough for her full-time student lifestyle. Running out of options, Cassidy came upon the work of volunteer studies. By volunteering her body to test out different medicines and remedies by medical and biology studies, she was able to make a tidy revenue off of it, enough to support her new apartment. One would be concerned over shelling her body out to this experimentation, but oftentimes these experiments did absolutely nothing to her, and she would get paid in full regardless. The times the experimental medication did anything it did very little, the worst side-effect she ever got from one of those experiments was being very drowsy for about two days.
However, it's been a while since a study, and Cassidy has been running out of spending money, so seeing this opportunity to be "handsomely" paid was appealing.
Cass was befuddled that the important notification was sent within that 12 hour window. Then she looked at the email's recieval time: 4:08 PM.
"Well, that explains it." Having not checked her email since early in the morning before exams, she was kicking herself because had she noticed, she could have a nice pee well before the study's time the next morning. Cass contemplating taking that much needed piss anyway, but didn't want to risk losing the strong opportunity. Cass read through the email throughly, noting the address and how to get there, making sure she did not miss anything, and as she did so she shimmied her legs up and down, pressing her legs together with considerable pressure. The email did not mention what would be happening in the study or who would be conducting the study, which was not uncommon. The directions it gave were very explicit, however.
Cassidy looked at the clock on her phone. 2:10. All she had to do was sleep, get up kinda early, get to the study, and do whatever they wanted to do, then get to go pee, as long as it didn't take too long. She could hold it that long, she just had to be careful.
Cassidy removed her jeans, as she enjoyed sleeping naked. She got into bed and set an alarm on her phone for nine in the morning. Cass's huge storage of piss kept her up for a few minutes, which also gave time for her to ponder what kind of study she would be partaking in the morning. Maybe she needs to take an ultrasound? That's the only thing she could really think of, before a desperate spasm caused her to react slightly: "mhmm", she groaned, before drifting off to sleep. |
Hey all, after lurking on this site for about 3 years now, I thought it was about time to finally make an account and post some of my own fiction to share with the world.
This is my very first piece of omo fiction, so any constructive criticism is greatly appreciated, as well as any feedback in general, as it will motivate me to continue writing.
My goal is to develop this story over Spring Break and perhaps write more stories, with recurring characters, (Cassidy in this case).
Hope you enjoy!
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Cassidy stepped into her small apartment after a long day. After having taken two midterms and a couple hours with her besties, the 20 year old finally got to her apartment just after midnight. Celebrating the beginning of Spring Break, Cass and her friends went out on the town and enjoyed a girls night out, 100% sober, of course. But today had left Cassidy exhausted, mentally and physically.
Speaking of physically, Cassidy’s bladder knew she was home, and began to request to be relieved. Cass quickly dumped her things on the small kitchen counter and bobbed slightly to regain control and her composure, and let out a soft moan.
“Ahhhhhh… fuckkkkkkk”. She stayed in the state for several seconds, moaning and groaning quietly under her breath. She thought back to her busy day. She woke up on time at eight in the morning and went throughout her routine, breakfast, shower, brushing teeth, peeing, before heading out for a short walk to her first midterm at 9:30. She studied well, and it showed, finishing well in time with confidence in her answers. She handed in her exam and headed to the dining hall at 12:30, where she grabbed a bite to eat and do some last review. Along with a big glass of milk at breakfast and draining her 1.5L water bottle over the exam, she added two glasses of cola and refilled her water, which she was halfway through before leaving for her second, and last class at 2 o'clock. The second midterm went much as the first, although not as flawlessly, but was confidently turned in by Cass at 5:30. Now with the weight off her shoulders, she could now begin to enjoy her spring break. At that point, a new weight emerged in her bladder, which had begun to make its presence known to Cassidy. However, she pushed it aside, and hopped on the next bus to the college Main Street, to meet up with her friends, Jen and Nicole. The rest was kind of a blur, but it was a blast nonetheless, enjoying their new freedom.
All the while, Cass's bladder had been surely and steadily filling with liquid. On top of all the drinks she had through her second midterm, she guzzled about 6 more glasses of soda, a few waters, and a few sips of beer. Maybe it was more 99% sober when she got back. All that accumulates to a sore and aching bladder that begs for the release of it's many contents that had been holding since she woke up, 16 hours ago.
After regaining her composure, she assessed the situation. Normally, any person who just did a little pee dance and holding 16 hours of fluid would rush to use the bathroom. But not Cass, she thought she would be able to hold for just a little longer, and neglected to use the bathroom.
Despite having quite a few opportunities to relieve herself during the day, especially this obvious one, Cass elected to hold longer. The reason why dates back to her teen years.
Cass was always infamous among her friends as having a very weak bladder. Even in her later teens she had a puppy bladder, and her friends would tease her with it, and sometimes even be annoyed when she announced she had to relieve herself for what seemed the millionth time. When Cassidy turned 18 she decided enough was enough and that, like any other muscle, the bladder's muscles can be trained. And so she did, withholding herself from the bathroom and strengthening her capacity. This had a consequence, Cass found a certain… niche out of her "exercise". Holding to her limits also made it extremely relieving when the time came to finally void her bladder. So much so, she began to take pleasure out of it. Everytime she held her bladder's contents she looked forward to the orgasmic relief that would follow.
This kicked her libido into high-gear. Up until then Cass was not known for being very flirty, some of her friends might've even called her a prude or a bit awkward. But all of sudden it seemed she was teasing and wearing more revealing clothing. If you caught Cass on a good day, and she was in the mood for it, she might give a wink and a little bounce from her D-size bust or a little wiggle from her bubbly rump.
With that holding practice, she's expanded her holding capacity well into the double digits, while exploring… "new opportunities" with her kink. Full bladder masturbation, wettings, rapid desperation, you name it, she's done it. She had her no-go zones such as diapers and God forbid she wet herself in public, but in private, this was her world.
Cass sat down on her couch to relax and removed her top, allowing her breasts to free themselves. She forgoed a bra, as well as panties today, partially for the thrill, but mostly because she hadn't done any laundry in awhile. Cass unbuttoned her tight jeans but did not remove them. The unbuttoning allowed her strained bladder to expand, and she exhaled in relief, as well as in pleasure. She was beginning to get a bit horny. Cass grabbed the remote and turned on one of her favorite romance shows. She lightly played with herself as she spread her legs far apart, to the point she grimaced slightly from the burden. Nevertheless, her dam stayed shut, keeping the boiling, pent up piss locked away.
It was almost 2 am, after watching an underwhelming episode of that romance show, she started binging her favorite anime, losing track of time, and her bladder and libido. As the outro for the show rolled, Cass gave out a long yawn.
“Welp, time for bed.” she said to herself as she got up from her couch, a bit too fast, evidently. The quick movement caused the massive weight in her abdomen to shift, as her bladder, which began to bulge out by a little more than a half inch, sent screams of desperation and threats of release to her brain. In which this elicited a response from Cassidy.
“Oooooooooooooooooohhhhh, fuck fuck fuck fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck…” She moaned rather loudly, as she struggled to not spring a leak from her swollen bladder and hopped from foot to foot, pee dancing like her life depended on it. While it mostly served to make sure her living room floor stayed dry, part of it was from her own excitement, and that moan could be confused for something more sensual, the way it sounded. It was definitely time to go use the toilet, and Cass began to make the quick trip to her bathroom, through her bedroom.
On the trip Cass decided to take a quick look at her phone and catch up on any notifications she may have missed over her busy day. Entering her bedroom, one of the notifications read:
URGENT: Biomedical Study Opportunity (WILL PAY HANDSOMELY)
This intrigued Cass, and she opened the email which she skimmed through quickly as she entered the bathroom. “Looking for volunteers, blah blah blah, will pay well, yada yada yada, Arrive at 10 am sharp…” Cass read to herself as she removed her jeans and began to place her large rump on the toilet and relaxed her sphincter and bladder muscles.
However, the next line caught her by surprise, just as she was about to commence a torrential piss.
VERY IMPORTANT: DO NOT USE RESTROOM WITHIN 12 HOURS BEFORE BEGINNING STUDY
Cass immediately stood up from the toilet and gave a tyrannical grip on her crotch. "Mmmmmmmhmmmmmmmnnnnnghhhhhhh… oh god oh godddddddddddd" she exclaimed in desperation. She could feel the boiling piss in her urethra and she had to keep it back to prevent completely losing control. She began to leak considerably, her hands and inner thighs receiving a fair amount of the warm liquid on their skin. But she was able to stop the leaks, but it took her a full minute to completely regain control of her very sore and desperate bladder.
This reaction demands an explanation. After a dismal first two semesters living in a prison cell-esque room with a terrible roommate, Cassidy decided to live off campus, and found a great deal for a single bedroom apartment. But, it would have to be paid out of pocket outside her college loans. Her hunt for a job yielded little promise, with little work to go around in her small college town and no work flexible enough for her full-time student lifestyle. Running out of options, Cassidy came upon the work of volunteer studies. By volunteering her body to test out different medicines and remedies by medical and biology studies, she was able to make a tidy revenue off of it, enough to support her new apartment. One would be concerned over shelling her body out to this experimentation, but oftentimes these experiments did absolutely nothing to her, and she would get paid in full regardless. The times the experimental medication did anything it did very little, the worst side-effect she ever got from one of those experiments was being very drowsy for about two days.
However, it's been a while since a study, and Cassidy has been running out of spending money, so seeing this opportunity to be "handsomely" paid was appealing.
Cass was befuddled that the important notification was sent within that 12 hour window. Then she looked at the email's recieval time: 4:08 PM.
"Well, that explains it." Having not checked her email since early in the morning before exams, she was kicking herself because had she noticed, she could have a nice pee well before the study's time the next morning. Cass contemplating taking that much needed piss anyway, but didn't want to risk losing the strong opportunity. Cass read through the email throughly, noting the address and how to get there, making sure she did not miss anything, and as she did so she shimmied her legs up and down, pressing her legs together with considerable pressure. The email did not mention what would be happening in the study or who would be conducting the study, which was not uncommon. The directions it gave were very explicit, however.
Cassidy looked at the clock on her phone. 2:10. All she had to do was sleep, get up kinda early, get to the study, and do whatever they wanted to do, then get to go pee, as long as it didn't take too long. She could hold it that long, she just had to be careful.
Cassidy removed her jeans, as she enjoyed sleeping naked. She got into bed and set an alarm on her phone for nine in the morning. Cass's huge storage of piss kept her up for a few minutes, which also gave time for her to ponder what kind of study she would be partaking in the morning. Maybe she needs to take an ultrasound? That's the only thing she could really think of, before a desperate spasm caused her to react slightly: "mhmm", she groaned, before drifting off to sleep.
(Cassidy 1.1) |
“Oh my god...oh my god...this is bad..” panted Carly. “I’m so exhausted. This run is killing me, Ash.”
“Don’t be baby! It’s only been a half mile! We still have one to go and only 10 minutes!” exclaimed Ashley.
Carly and Ash, or Ashley, have been quite busy training for their first 5k. It was still a few months away but a New Years resolution waits for no one. It was their first few days of training which involved mostly cardio workouts. They were still working on getting themselves thoroughly hydrated and muscles used to the stress.
-1.5 Mile run at 6am before work
-2.5 Mile fast walk at the gym after work
Ashley was in much better shape than Carly due to her athletic background. She was a soccer star with a very promising college career until a torn ACL ruined it.
“Slow down Ash! I’m dying!” Stated Carly.
“Ugh, fine. I guess we slow down for a little bit but we’re not gonna make time.” Said Ashley.
The two finished off their morning workout and headed to Starbucks for coffee, and then home to freshen up for work. They both worked for a local insurance company. 9-4:30 making phone calls and speaking with clients. Not usually too fast paced of a job, at least for Carly.
Ash was still struggling to learn her new role after 3 months. She was very worried she wouldn’t make her rates as the end of the month crept up. She regularly would skip her breaks and sometimes her lunch just to try and make her rate.
Tuesday wasn’t usually a busy day but as the end of the month crept up, Ashley and Carly were both behind on rates. Lunch came and went and they still were behind.
“Psst. Carly. Hey Carly.” Whispered Ashley.
“What?” Responded Carly, clearly annoyed.
“Can you cover me a minute? I really gotta pee.”
“Too bad. I do too. But we gotta catch up. You’re just gonna have to hold it like me.”
Ashley sighed and returned to her work. The clock was dragging by. 1:30pm. Break was only half an hour away. ‘Do I go pee on break or do I hope to make my rate then go?’ Her thoughts were dominated by her bladder and it was only getting worse.
She tried to think back to when she peed last. 4:30am before the run. And she had drank 2 bottles of water and a small coffee since then. No wonder she was dying. She was crossing her ankles and squirming at her desk trying to keep her mind off it. She glanced over at Carly. Sweat was rolling down her forehead.
“Carly, what’s wrong?”
“I’m literally about to piss myself. This is so bad. I’m gonna have to go on break, if I can make it that long.”
“Do you want me to cover your desk?”
“Ugh. Breaks only 5 minutes away. I think I can wait.” Stared Carly.
Carly was dying. She had been holding just as long as Ash, with a large coffee instead of a small. And 3 waters, not 2. Carly was used to holding large amounts of liquids like this but this time was different. She was genuinely concerned about having an accident. She absolutely did not want that. But the minutes felt like hours. She had just a minute left when the first spurt of pee escaped into her pink panties. Her entire body tensed and she let out a yelp of shock, or panic.
“I can’t wait! This is bad!” Exclaimed Carly as she took off her headset and ran for the bathroom. The door always seemed to stick, especially when it’s urgent. She struggled trying to open the door and not pee her pants. She finally got it but not without another big spurt. She let out another yelp but managed to run in to pee.
During Carly’s near-accident, Ashley has picked up a call that seemed like it was gonna get her her numbers for the month. She was trying her best to focus on the caller but her bladder was begging for relief. She had one glued to her crotch, trying to hold back the impending flood. Ash was wearing a black pencil skirt and white panties.
2pm came and went and Ashley was still I’m the phone. The call was almost finished when she noticed Carly return to her desk. She was very flustered, but looked very much relieved. The call kept diverging off topic b she finally nailed it after. Ash threw her headset off and darted for the restroom.
“Oh no!!!” Exclaimed Ashley.
“This can’t be happening!!” Ashely was mere seconds away from relief but her body said it wasn’t soon enough. A huge stream jetted out. It went thru her panties and dripped onto the floor. She was glued in place, knees knocking, hands glued in her crotch, and a tear running down her cheek. She was desperate.
Carly had turned and was watching Ash. She couldn’t leave her desk to help her best friend. She felt helpless but she also didn’t even know what she could do.
Ashley finally regained control of her weak bladder. She hobbled into the bathroom. She was distraught. She saw a toilet and just went for it. She yanked her skirt up as fast as she could and just sat down. Not even a half-second and she was unleashing the flood.
“Fuuuuckkkkkkk....” moaned Ashley. She had never felt such relief in her whole life, or ever been that desperate. She had felt sensations she hadn’t felt since she played soccer. The adrenaline rush was phenomenal. Ashely composed herself after a few minutes and returned to her desk.
“Feel better, Ash?”
“You have no idea...” sighed Ash.
“Now do you see why I think it’s fun?” stayed Carly.
“Yeah....yeah I do. It’s such a thrill but such a discomfort.. Maybe if I wasn’t at work I could’ve enjoyed it even more.” Chuckled Ash.
“Well, you know we do have some free time after the gym tonight. We could compete for top dog, err, top bladder??”
“I’m game. But I get to chose the outfit.” Said ash.
TO BE CONTINUED |
Currently stuck in quarantine, so I've had some time for writing. I have several ideas for one-shots I'm working on. This is one of them. Also, Three Sisters is a play by Chekhov. This has absolutely nothing to do with that. It doesn't even contain a Chekhov's gun. But it is about three sisters.
Janet’s three daughters had learned her golden rule at a young age: public restrooms were no proper place for a lady to relieve herself. Janet was an eccentric, and probably suffered from an undiagnosed, but severe anxiety disorder. She always wore flowery hippie dresses with patterns inspired by Indian art and psychedelics, and often walked around nude in the house, even when she had guests—which accounts for her eccentricity. But her strange habits had a darker side. She could not leave the house without completing an elaborate ritual involving touching a sequence of household objects: bedroom doorknob (three times), stove (once, even if it was hot; she had the burn scars to prove it), bathroom doorknob (twice), a shelf which she had deliberately hung askew (four times), and so on. Sometimes, she suffered strange impulses, like the compulsive desire to bend down and grab a handful of sand or gravel off the ground and sift it through her fingers. Her daughters loved her, and mostly dismissed their mother’s strange habits as a kind of benign superstition, in the way that children do. After all, aren’t mothers supposed to be invincible? But certain habits rubbed off on them, certain beliefs which were close enough to ordinary that they seemed eminently sensible, even if their mother took them a step further than most parents. One of these beliefs was the absolute avoidance of public restrooms. Each daughter developed her own strategy to deal with the unfortunate fact that the body’s waste elimination system does not halt in the face of a stalwart belief that almost all the relevant facilities in the world are strictly off limits.
Amber was the oldest, and so she had to learn how to deal with her mother’s rules without the guidance or example of her siblings. She had decided on a strategy which was simple and obvious, but came with complications: if you have to go, just go. Her mother didn’t mind that her daughter had accidents when she couldn’t hold it, so Amber learned to have deliberate “accidents.” It was not the mere lack of cleanliness in public restrooms that Janet objected to. It was rather a deeper, pathological and rigid belief in what was and was not proper, especially for a lady, and all Janet’s daughters were ladies, even when they were still in diapers. Public ladies’ rooms were spiritually unclean. Unfit for true ladies. But Janet’s daughters were spiritually pure, in her eyes, and so was anything that came out of them. Even if, by society’s standards, they were smelly, messy, dirty.
Going to the bathroom in your underwear was the obvious solution, in a certain way, perhaps even the most elegant. It was natural, primal. But Amber couldn’t deny that it came with inconveniences, both practical and social. Thankfully, she’d had more than two decades worth of practice in how to deal with them. She often wore skirts or dresses, and when she did, she could just squat down in such a way that she only peed through her panties, holding up the hem of her skirt discreetly to avoid wetting it—she had it down to a fine art, the exact angle she needed to hold while seated or squatting, so as to minimize the risk of any stains. She knew how to move, how to sit and how to stand in wet panties so as to minimize discomfort—wet wedgies were no fun—and seep-through. When she wore jeans, she couldn’t avoid a visible stain, but she knew that if she squatted down and released in a controlled manner, she could keep the damage local, around the middle of her crotch and parts of her bum. She’d trained herself to release only enough to relieve the pressure; between one-third and one-half of her bladder was enough to get her at least a couple of hours, by which time it would have begun to dry and she could rewet. Amber often kept an extra sweater or jacket in her purse, just something small enough to fit but large enough that she could tie it around her waist and mostly get away with it. To minimize smell, she kept well hydrated, which was perhaps also why she couldn’t just stop having accidents, even if they weren’t quite “accidents”. Her purse also contained what she jokingly referred to as her “bum and crotch spray,” a certain perfume which she’d found through trial and error masked the smell of urine which would otherwise have clung to her, without clashing with her deodorant or other perfume.
As for number twos, well, those were not exactly a walk in the park to deal with, but she kept herself regular and they were rarely a problem in public. But if they did become a problem on a rare occasion, well, Amber could have taught a class in ladies’ etiquette: how to walk with poise and purpose with a load in your pants and a smile on your face.
Her husband-to-be had been left dumbfounded when, on their third date, a romantic walk in the park, Amber had excused herself and walked behind a bush. She had re-emerged with a small wet spot between her legs, and nonchalantly fished out a sweater from her purse and tied it around her waist. Once secured, it fell perfectly to obscure the small peach-sized stain in the front and the little half-moon on her bum.
“Did you just pee yourself?” Mark asked.
“I just had to have a little accident to relieve the pressure,” Amber said. She was, of course, aware by this point in her life that other people found her habit strange, but she’d been raised as a free spirit, and privately wondered why other people didn’t do as she did. Besides, she’d found that making a big deal out of thing was what made things a big deal in the first place. Some girls had teased her about her accidents, especially in high school, but they’d found no enjoyment in it as long as Amber maintained a perfect nonchalance about the whole thing.
“But there’s a restroom right there!” Mark said, exasperated. He pointed to a little building not fifty meters away. “How can it be an accident when you deliberately walked past the bathroom to go pee in your clothes in a bush?”
Amber felt her fists clench, her face flush. Her previous boyfriend had left her over this, and romance was perhaps the one area where she could not will her reality to become real. She stomped a foot into the ground, and she cursed her eyes for the betrayal when she felt tears begin to form. She would not cry: It had been a long time since anyone had made her cry over an accident. But she really liked Mark, and that asshole Aaron had dumped her for reasons that were very much to do with the habits her mother had instilled in her, and this was all too much. “I. Do. Not. Use. Public. Restrooms!” She yelled. “They’re unclean, you understand? It was an accident because I couldn’t have held on until we got home and I couldn’t go to the restroom because it’s a public restroom and I do not use public restrooms because they’re unclean and unfit for a lady!” The words were spilling out of her in rapid succession and with little care for natural pauses or sentence structure. “I’m sorry I ruined our date, you go date some hot chick who doesn’t piss her pants if you like!” She finished, just as the first tears began to fall.
But Mark hadn’t left. He’d slowly teased out some of the background for her phobia of public bathrooms, and he sympathized. Amber was everything he’d ever wanted, and if he couldn’t deal with this, well, he didn’t deserve her. He’d taken her into his arms, rubbed the tears off her cheeks, and bought her ice cream. Over time, he’d pieced together the puzzle that was Amber—meeting her mother had been a revelation and a half. And he’d taken it in stride, even become an accomplice in her cover-ups. Neither of them had expected to find that, when she was wet, Amber was especially sensitive, and after the first time he rubbed her off after an “accident”, Mark was in love. Well, in lust. He’d already been in love with everything else about her. Now they were planning a wedding, three years after that fateful date.
First, though, was a trip with Amber and her sisters. The excuse was that they needed to be sure he was fit to be her husband, as if he were some suitor in an old-timey play, but in reality, they had met many times before and had long since decided that he was a good match. Really they were just going on a weekend trip together for fun. Mark wasn’t quite sure whether Amber would have agreed to marry him if her sisters hadn’t given their enthusiastic consent; the three of them were nearly inseparable, which he secretly attributed to the fact that they’d been brought up together in a world apart, slightly off-center of ordinary society. Janet, the girls’ mother, had recently passed away from cancer, which seemed only to strengthen their resolve to adhere to the rules she had laid down for them as children. It’s like that with children and strict parents: once the parent passes away, some children are finally free of their influence, while others renew their commitment to their parent’s memory with vigor. Amber and her sisters were the latter kind.
Traveling with three adult women who refuse to even consider using a public toilet was going to be somewhat of a challenge. But Mark was prepared to do everything in his power to make it fun and take it all in stride. He wanted them to have a few days in which the death of their mother, the woman who raised them alone in her own world of paranoia, but also of joy, would not be the foremost thing on their minds.
Mark and Amber picked up the middle sister, Marlene, at her apartment. She was named after Marlene Dietrich, the actress and singer, a favorite of her mother’s. Marlene was perhaps the one who had inherited the most eccentric of her mother’s genes. Taking after her namesake, she liked wearing jazz-age outfits and kept a cigarette holder in her purse, which she would only use for the occasional drag of a cigarette purely for aesthetic reasons, as she didn’t normally smoke. Today, however, she’d dressed refreshingly ordinary, in jeans and a white top. “Gotta get comfortable for the trip,” she said.
The youngest sister, Jasmine, had slept over at Mark and Amber’s home. She went by Jazzy and was all of twenty years and relentlessly ready for the world. An energy bomb once she’d had her morning coffee, a talker for the ages, and all-around busybody. Today she was dressed in a pink miniskirt that just about covered her underwear, a black punk t-shirt and an almost iridescent red lipstick that was warring with her freckles for dominance over her face. She hadn’t had her coffee yet, though, and Mark found it endearing to see her actually yawn. He didn’t think he could remember seeing her this subdued ever, aside from the period immediately prior to and following her mother’s death.
“Everybody powder their noses and, uh, stuff?” Mark asked before they pulled out. He felt a trickle of sweat slide down his neck and hoped he didn’t have to deal with any accidents this trip. He could deal with Amber, but Amber was his fiancee, and it felt like an intimacy he couldn’t share with her sisters.
“All ready,” said Marlene.
“Yup!” chirped Jazzy.
“Let’s go,” Amber said, and they were off.
All three sisters shared a phobia of public restrooms, but their approaches to dealing with the problem were very different. Marlene could not stand accidents, and she held a mixture of disgust and fascination with her elder sister’s freewheeling approach. Marlene had instead trained herself to simply not pee. She could and would hold it until she was in a proper place to relieve herself. She nearly always made it. When she didn’t, she wasn’t able to brush it off as easily as Amber.
It hadn’t come easy to her. She was not born with a camel’s hump for a bladder. In her early years, she had some spectacular accidents. Because she would not employ her older sister’s discreet, controlled-release approach, much to Amber’s chagrin and Marlene’s sorrow, she would simply hold it until she couldn’t. She could hold a lot, these days, but when she could hold it no more, it all came out. She’d been teased relentlessly for her soakings, her skirts and dresses and overalls and jeans dripping, until she’d devised a plan. She’d train herself until it was no longer an issue. She started by not peeing in the house until it was an absolute emergency. Soon, she could hold it all day through school, although her panties were often damp by the time she pulled them down on the porcelain sanctuary at home. Her first goal reached, she settled for the ultimate price: a full sixteen hours. That was an entire day from morning until night, and Marlene knew she could never feel secure until she was certain she could last an entire day’s outing with no risk of an accident.
She’d have to do it gradually. It was like any strength training: progressive overload was the key to building strength, whether it be lifting weights or kegels. She began by extending her no-pee time an hour after school, then two, then three. It was a lonely, hard road, filled with wet and even, occasionally, messy slip-ups. By the time she was fifteen, she decided to extend her regimen all the way from morning to dinner, a final stepping stone to the waking-to-bedtime goal. She thought she was ready. But one morning, her mother knocked on her door and told her they had to talk. Marlene didn’t know exactly what it was about. Irrationally, she thought her mother must have smelled smoke on her breath the day before, when she had taken two drags off of a cigarette on a dare. But she’d brushed her teeth twice before her mother got off work! Then her eyes drifted over towards her full laundry basket, and she knew. She’d pushed herself extra hard this week, never peeing until she leaked twice, and her mother must have noticed.
“I’ve called your school and told them you have to stay home today because you’re sick, honey,” her mother began.
“But I’m not sick, Ma,” Marlene said.
“I know, honey. But your underwear is all wet. All of it! I wash clothes all day and yet somehow you manage to dirty it all, and today you have nothing clean at all. And a lady can’t go out in public wearing dirty underwear!”
Marlene blushed.
“I’m thinking of booking a doctor’s appointment for you. It isn’t healthy to be having so many accidents at your age.”
“No, Ma, please,” Marlene said, and then she launched into a tearful exposition on her efforts to train herself to be the perfect lady, one who never needed to pee until it was appropriate.
“Oh, baby,” her mother had said, and hugged her. “Maybe you should look to your older sister for guidance on these things.”
“I don’t want to be a baby who pees herself like Amber, Ma,” Marlene said. “That’s why I do this, so that won’t be a problem when I’m all grown up.”
“Don’t speak ill of your sister,” her mother had said, and patted her head. In the end, she didn’t take Marlene to the doctor’s. She bought Marlene training panties. Training panties. Thick, absorbent. Basically thin cloth diapers, although they looked and felt like thick underwear. Marlene redoubled her efforts to hold it, and she kept the leaks to a minimum.
By the time she was seventeen, she was almost to the point where she felt safe. That was when she had her most spectacular failure. Her mother had finally managed to find herself a boyfriend. It was a long time since she’d been in a relationship. Marlene found Hank creepy and ugly and all-around wrong, but her mother adored him. Now, he’d offered to take the whole family out to dinner to celebrate their mother’s birthday. The problem was, it was a late dinner. They weren’t going to be at the restaurant until nine. It was an hour longer than Marlene had ever held it, and she hadn’t peed all day. But she was determined that this was the right step in her training. Before they left, she sat squirming openly on the sofa, making fists of her hands to prevent them from straying to her crotch, which would have been most unladylike. Her training panties felt clammy and damp. Today, they were green with a picture of Kermit the frog on the front and far too tight because her mother bought them in the children’s section. It was patently obvious that she was on the verge of having an accident, and she hated it.
“Marlene, dear, do you need the toilet?” Hank asked, his eyes leering at her with a look that seemed altogether too lustful to be directing at your girlfriend’s daughter. She hated the way he tried to insinuate himself into her family and her life like some creepy father figure.
“No!” She said, and Hank shrugged. He probably didn’t expect his girlfriend’s almost-grown daughter to actually hold her pee until she wet herself.
By the time they arrived at the restaurant, Kermit the frog could not contain Marlene’s leaks any longer. When she rose from the car seat, she felt the front of her dress and confirmed it was damp, and there was a wet circle on her seat. She quickly grabbed a colorful quilted pillow her mother kept in the car and placed it over the stain. Her older sister was off at college, but Jazzy was along, and in a good mood, as usual. She seemed to take to Hank more than Marlene did. “Come, sis,” she said, grabbing at her hand. “Eww, your hand is all wet and clammy,” she remarked, discarding it as easily as she picked it up.
Marlene knew she was out of her depth. She’d overestimated her capacity, and now she was stuck. There was no way she could use the restaurant’s restrooms, of course, and now she was in for an hour of dinner. She thought she might have another ten minutes in her. As the waiter handed her the menu, she focused all her might on her pelvic area, clenching like she’d practiced so many times before. She simply had to hold it. There was no other option.
Sheer willpower held her aloft through ordering pasta and water, but she was running on fumes. Her midsection was on fire, waves of pressure were rippling through her, sweat was pooling under her armpits, and she was leaking. She couldn’t sit still, constantly bouncing her weight from side to side. Marlene must look like an impatient toddler, but the others were busy talking and paid her no mind. She resorted to holding herself under the table. If a lady grabs her crotch under the table and nobody sees it, is she really unladylike?
Just as the food arrived, the dam burst. A wave of pain stabbed at her, right in the small of the back, and she felt her body involuntarily push. That was it: three seconds of pushing, a stream of urine flooding through Kermit’s eyes and mouth and onto the floor, and then she was numb; her entire lower half felt like it was floating. She could barely even feel it as her body stopped pushing and began passively releasing. The urine pooled underneath her bum, soaked into her black dress, and then the pool expanded under her, trickling towards the edge. Now there was an audible hiss, and then there was a splatter as the torrent began cascading off the chair and splattering on the floor. The waiter’s mouth fell open. He jumped back as the pee reached his foot, and dropped a bowl onto the table so that it cracked, spilling tomato sauce onto the cloth. Marlene continued peeing as things became a blur around her: her mother screaming, her sister laughing hysterically, Hank jumping off his chair and shouting something, then storming out of the restaurant. She was too shocked to even cry, or so she thought, until they got outside into the autumn chill and she felt the chill on her wet face.
Hank had apparently broken off all contact with Marlene’s mother. Her mother responded by grounding her for a week. She knew Marlene didn’t like Hank and accused her of deliberately sabotaging the dinner. But Janet had relented after only two days when she’d finally calmed down enough to listen to Marlene’s explanation. Her mother must have known, somewhere deep down, that her habits were irrational, and she must have understood that this was her own doing: her own rules had pushed her daughter to do this.
That was the most spectacular failure in her training. But pretty soon, Marlene had reached her goal. She could go all day without peeing, and only on rare occasions did she lose it and have an accident. When she did, it was always a flood, but never quite as publicly as that time at the restaurant. And her training had worked: she found herself a lot more outgoing after she had proven to herself that restroom needs were no longer a daily hurdle to overcome. Soon, she had expanded her friend circle, hooked up with a guy or two, began experimenting with vintage fashion, and then she was off to college.
Now, she was absentmindedly sipping on a bottle of water, as was her older sister. Jazzy had her headphones plugged in and seemed to have zoned out completely. Mark steered the car towards the airport.
They lined up in front of the self check-in machines, one after another punching in their cryptic 6-letters-and-digits booking code. Mark was amused that his code was ZOOMAN: did that mean he was a superhero who could turn into random zoo animals? But, like, what if it’s the really uninteresting ones, like that one snake that isn’t poisonous and can’t crush a metal bar with its awesome jaw strength or the sea anemone that the tropical fish swim past? He chuckled to himself. His fiancee gave him a strange look. “What are you laughing at?” she asked, with a hint of bitterness underneath.
“Oh, just this booking code,” he said. “Look: it says ZOOMAN. Do you think—”
“Forget I ever asked,” Amber said, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Well, maybe he didn’t amuse her, but at least he got a kiss, so she couldn’t be that annoyed at him.
They lined up for the security check. Amber went first, then Mark, then Marlene. When it was Jazzy’s turn, the scanner beeped, and a female security officer stepped forward. “Random check, ma’am,” she said. “I need to scan you with this,” and she indicated a handheld scanner that probably looked for explosives residue, or something. “Hold your arms out.”
Jazzy did as she was told.
“I need to check the inside of your skirt’s waistband,” said the security officer.
Jazzy stood still as the lady put two fingers inside her waistband. The woman stopped short when she felt the bulky, padded waistband of Jazzy’s underwear.
“Problem, officer?” Jazzy asked, her voice as sweet as an angel.
Jasmine had solved the problem of public bathrooms in her own way: she never gave up on her diapers. After a while, her mother had stopped trying to potty train her, reasoning, perhaps, that it was better for her to wear diapers than to use public restrooms. Now, she was an adult, but still wore diapers whenever she went out in public. Jazzy had a considerable collection of different styles and kinds. She’d even gotten the state to subsidize them, since she had never been potty trained properly and had a diagnosis of medical incontinence. Mark had often thought that, if she could just get over her mental block, she could easily learn to use the bathroom like a proper adult, but when he’d tried to explain this to Amber, she’d refused to speak to him for a week. He never brought it up again.
Jazzy had the kind of domineering and outgoing personality that made her almost invincible to bullying. Many had tried, but only one person had ever managed to make her cry over her diapers, and that was her own sister. She didn’t care, and always acted like her condition was perfectly normal, and not even schoolyard bullies could make heads or tails out of her nonchalance and bubbly personality. Everyone knew, and nobody cared—or at least, nobody dared to say they cared, because everyone loved Jazzy. That was how she’d survived kindergarten through high school, and it was how she was surviving now.
“No problem, Ma’am,” said the security lady, and waved her through. Jazzy picked up her hand luggage with a satisfied smirk. She’d tried to convince her sisters to join her eminently practical solution to their shared problem, but they had their own strategies and wouldn’t listen. Their loss, she’d always thought. Amber might think she could pee anywhere, anytime, but she couldn’t, not really. Jazzy could.
On their way to the gate, all three sisters picked up a coffee at an airside kiosk. Mark watched in uneasy anticipation, looking for any signs of discomfort. He’d already made a trip to the restrooms, but of course, the sisters weren’t going to.
They boarded their plane, and everyone seemed comfortable. But by the time they were seated and the seatbelt sign was on, Amber was squirming. She couldn’t seem to sit still, wiggling her bum and her thighs this way or that, keeping her hands folded almost priest-like in her lap, but Mark suspected she did so for other reasons than religious devotion. “You okay, babe?” He ventured.
“Just need to pee,” she whispered.
In the seat next to them, Jazzy’s eyes flickered upward briefly, and a vapid smile fell over her lips. Amber guessed her sister had just wet. Unlike her, she could do it without any consequences. Amber would like to relieve the pressure, but it would leave a spot on the seat, and sitting down was not really the ideal position to conceal an accident. Squatting at a certain angle that she couldn’t quite achieve in the seat would have been ideal. She’d just have to hold it until their layover, although by this time, the water and coffee was starting to catch up to her. Her bladder felt like a lead ball in her abdomen, constantly jolted by any slight turbulence or even by her shifting slightly; but if she didn’t shift around, she felt like she would lose it completely. And she could not lose it completely. Amber had trained herself to release in a controlled fashion, so as to minimize exposure to others. If she full-on lost it, there would be no way to hide it, and she’d be mortified.
Meanwhile, Marlene was feeling a familiar pressure build in her bladder, but she could deal with it. She’d dealt with it many times before. What bothered her more, though, was the quite unfamiliar pressure building in her bowels. She felt like there was a weight attached to her spine, constantly descending, and it would soon hit muscles which she’d never had to train. She let out a silent fart and cringed; she was usually so careful never to release gas in public, and never to be in a situation where she needed to release something more. But now she had hours left of her journey, and for the first time in years, she didn’t know if she could make it. Her seatmate, a woman she didn’t know, wrinkled her nose and gave her a look that said I smell what you did. Marlene blushed and turned her face towards the window to hide it. She flexed her buttocks and prayed that this plane trip would soon be over.
By the time the seatbelt sign came back on for their descent, Amber was potty-dancing in her seat and attracting stares from fellow travelers. She had her hands in her lap, and Mark subtly moved to shield her from view of the other passengers. He wondered whether she could even make it off the plane: it had been a year since the last time she fully lost control. They’d been at a wine-tasting event, and midway through the last batch of wines, which Amber had insisted on not spitting out, she’d scissored her legs, bent her knees, and a waterfall had poured out from under her legs. She was wearing a dress, but that hardly mattered, as everyone could see the stream of her urine splattering on the concrete. He’d had to take her home under the pretext that she was overly drunk, although in reality she was merely tipsy and had waited too long. Amber had been mortified and refused to speak the whole way home, although when they’d gotten inside the door, she’d kissed him and he’d rubbed her wet panties and things had progressed to the bedroom at a rapid pace. Mark didn’t really understand this aspect of her: she seemed embarrassed, but also somehow turned on by the embarrassment; and yet, he thought, this time, there would be no way to bury her feelings in orgasms, should it happen.
Marlene was clenching with all her might, biting her lip, and trying to keep her hands from straying to her bum. Not like holding her butt would actually help. She felt a trickle of sweat slide down her neck, and her armpits were already damp.
Jazzy, meanwhile, was watching a video on her iPad and seemed to exist in a world apart from the others. In moments like these, Mark wondered which sister had truly chosen the most sensible strategy.
Thankfully, they were seated near the front, so they could disembark among the first passengers. Amber strode with purpose up the jet bridge, then grabbed Mark’s hands and steered him towards a corner with a potted plant. “I’m going to pee, cover me,” she whispered, then ducked behind the over-sized plant and squatted down. She’d barely gotten into position when her bladder gave way, and with a subtle hiss, she began peeing. The urine flooded through her panties, some trickling down her inner thighs, but once she’d gotten in the right position, butt angled just right (and slightly sticking out from behind the plant, Mark noted), most of it fell down onto the floor. She was wearing a flowery dress, as usual, and only a little bit of it got damp. Amber tried to clamp off the flow when she’d emptied one-third of her bladder, as she often did, but she was so desperate she couldn’t get it under control until at least half of it was in her panties or on the floor.
Satisfied, she brought a paper napkin out of her purse, dried off her legs, then fished out her “bum and crotch” spray and gave herself a liberal puff of perfume. That done, she walked over to a water fountain and washed her hands. Mark noted that there was a wet spot on the floor behind the plant, about the size of two dinner plates put together. “Phew,” said Amber. “Let’s get going.”
Marlene couldn’t just go behind a plant. She walked gingerly next to her family, feeling like every step might shake lose something that better stay bottled up. She was sweating profusely, and her sister Jazzy shot her a concerned look. “Do you need to pee, sis?” Jazzy whispered.
“No,” she said, truthfully, wondering if she could confess what was really going on.
Their layover was scheduled to be quite short, so they walked over to the other side of the terminal where the gate for their departing flight was. Upon arriving, they found an information screen yelling at them: their flight was delayed one hour due to technical difficulties.
Marlene sat down on a chair, and she could feel something touch cotton as she sat down. It was as if the resistance of the seat was the only thing keeping her from soiling herself.
Jasmine stood nearby, and Amber noted the far-off look in her eye. Then she noticed something else: her miniskirt was barely enough to cover a dry diaper. Now, an offending piece of white padding was sagging underneath the hem of her skirt. Amber walked over to her sister and tugged her skirt and shirt down.
“Hey, what are you doing?” Jazzy asked.
“Your underwear is poking out, dear,” the older sister said.
“Oh. Thanks, Amber,” she said, and seated herself next to Marlene.
Mark used this opportunity to go to the restroom himself. He’d noticed the middle sister squirming, and although Marlene rarely had accidents, thanks to her extensive training, he was starting to get worried. He’d only had to deal with it once, and she’d been devastated. He couldn’t help his fiancee or her sisters if he was desperate to piss himself, though, he reflected by the urinal.
Amber carefully placed a couple of paper napkins on the seat, then sat down. Her bum was wet, her crotch was soaking, and her sex was burning with a strange desire, but she couldn’t just stick a hand down her panties and get off. Instead, she put her arms around Mark’s neck and pulled him into a kiss. He leaned in and gave her a quick peck on the lips, wary of the strangers around them and, not least, her sisters. Jazzy gave them a cheeky thumbs up, while Marlene had her eyes closed with an intense look on her face.
An hour passed, in which Amber’s bladder refilled, Jazzy played with her phone without a care in the world, and Marlene held on, somehow, although the strain in her lower area left her hurting. Then, finally, they were ready to board. Marlene rose, but she felt something begin to slip out and quickly sat down again, burrowing her butt down into the seat. “Jazzy, sweets, I’m feeling a little dizzy. Would you please help me stand?” she whispered. Her sister, quite oblivious, took her by the hand and supported her as she stood up. There was definitely already a skidmark in her panties, and her jeans felt tight in all the wrong places. Why did she try to dress sexy today, of all days? The only good thing about having the fabric strain against her ass was that when she inevitably lost control, it would stay contained.
Amber was quite squirmy again, and, having sat down for an hour, the shock of standing up was too much: a little trickle escaped through her panties. It pitter-patttered on the floor, but no one seemed to notice, except for a teenage boy standing with his mother whose mouth fell open at the seat. What, you’ve never seen a grown woman pee herself before? Amber wanted to yell, but didn’t. Jazzy adjusted her skirt again to cover her puffy underwear, which she’d by now wet twice, and they all lined up to present their boarding passes.
Amber seated herself next to Marlene, who by this point looked about to cry. “What’s wrong, sis?” she whispered. “Do you need to pee?”
Marlene bit her lip. “Not… pee,” she managed, her voice cracking.
“Oh. Oooh,” Amber said. “I’m so sorry. Just hold on, you’ll make it. You always make it. Unlike… me,” she said. She needed to pee, but she tried to avoid squirming too much so as not to aggravate her sister’s condition.
Up into the air they went, and as they achieved liftoff, Marlene felt something start to slip out, and she furiously scooted forwards in her seat and grabbed her bum, oblivious to anyone who might be watching. She hadn’t needed to go this bad in forever, and to make matters worse, now she needed to pee, too. Her bladder was a boulder, sloshing around with every jostle of the plane. Usually, this was not a problem; she’d only had one accident since, what, since before Mark? It had been a careless slip-up, a forgotten morning pee spelling her doom in the evening, but apart from that, she’d made it for years. Now, however, her attention was divided between her bladder and her bowels, and as a particularly gnarly bowel spasm hit her, she leaned forward and momentarily took her mind off her bladder, sending a small leak into her panties. She looked down in despair, but the crotch of her blue jeans was still dry. Relieved, she leaned back and redoubled her efforts to hold it.
Mark was seated next to Jazzy, who seemed impatient and unable to sit still. “What’s the matter, Jazzy?” He asked.
“Nothing,” she said. “I’m just tired of sitting still.”
Mark looked over and noted a damp spot on the seat beside Jazzy’s thigh.
“Jazzy, you’re leaking,” he whispered.
“Oh, dear,” she said, putting a hand to the damp seat.
“Try and sit still.”
“I’ll try,” she said.
“Put on another movie on your iPad,” he suggested.
“Okay,” she said, plugging in her earphones. As she moved about, Mark could see the white padding underneath her miniskirt. He quickly averted his eyes, searching for his wife-to-be. She was seated across the aisle, holding her sister’s hand. Marlene seemed to have it bad; she was squirming, holding herself, biting her lip, squeezing her sister’s hand, and her lips were moving subconsciously in what Mark could only assume was prayer.
Thankfully, their trip consisted of two short, connected flights. Aside from the one-hour delay, they were on schedule, and soon enough, the seat belt sign was on again and they were descending.
Marlene felt a tear trickle out, and she couldn’t help but release a little gas. Why, oh, why didn’t she go number two before she set out? She was usually so careful. Now, she was on the verge of a disastrous accident. Her sister was clenching her hand tight, but that was hardly more than a modicum of moral support. As the wheels hit the tarmac, she was bounced slightly off her seat, and when her butt hit the seat, she felt it squish down onto something small and nasty. She sniffed the air, but couldn’t smell anything yet. Nevertheless, she’d officially begun having an accident. A little trickle of urine also came out, and to her horror, it left a little spot on her jeans.
Once again, they’d seated themselves near the front, and this time, it was Marlene who took the lead. Amber followed, a small oval the size of a peach in her seat from the landing. She’d only half released during the layover, and now she was as full as she’d been then. She could barely keep her hands from straying underneath the hem of her dress, but she had to be proper. A real lady. She was a grown woman, and though she might pee her pants, she couldn’t do it here.
Mark indiscreetly grabbed the hem of his sister-in-law’s all too short miniskirt and tugged it down. Her underwear had been on full display, quite soggy and yellowed now. There was a small spot on the seat where she’d leaked. Now, all he had to do was get these ladies to their hotel, which might be another hour, and then they’d be home free. The return journey was a direct flight, so he wasn’t too worried about that.
Marlene almost ran to the baggage claim, but then she had to wait for her suitcase to show up, and she ended up bobbing up and down, clenching with all her might. Her earlier leak now felt like someone’s poured a teaspoon or two of oatmeal down her pants, and the front of her panties were clammy, a little wet cameltoe tugging at her lower lips. She cursed inwardly as she scanned the belt for her suitcase. It appeared, and she quickly scooped it up and rolled it outside. But the others hadn’t been so quick, and now she had to wait, her legs crossed, her bladder spasming, and her bowels feeling like they were about to wrench themselves inside out and dump their contents in her tight jeans-bottom.
“I have to tie my shoes,” Amber said as they reached the baggage belt. She reached down and pretended to tie her laces as she released a five-second spurt through her panties. It warmed her crotch and gave her butterflies, but she couldn’t afford to rub herself right then and there. Instead, she straightened up and discreetly smudged out the little puddle with her shoe. Then she sidled up to Jazzy and handed her a paper napkin without saying a word. Her youngest sister’s legs were glistening with leaks; she turned around, away from the crowd, and wiped down her legs. At least her underwear wasn’t sagging beneath the miniskirt this time, but that might be because Mark had tugged it so far down now the waistband was poking up between the skirt and her shirt.
Mark picked up their luggage, and they made their way to find a bus to their hotel.
Outside, Marlene was on her last leg. Her bladder was throbbing, her abdomen was on fire. Her bowels seemed to be pulsating, and just as the others appeared behind her, she was hit by a feeling like someone’d punched her in the stomach. Marlene’s knees buckled, her feet swung inwards, she doubled over, and then she began pooping herself. It was a long, solid log; she felt it touch the cotton of her panties, then balloon out into her panties, squishing against the resistance of her tight jeans, bulging on her butt.
“Marlene, are you okay, sis?” Amber asked. Then the smell hit her, and she wrinkled her nose. “Oh, Marlene,” she said, putting a hand on her sister’s shoulder.
Mark couldn’t help but look at his sister-in-law’s butt, the way it bulged out like she’d stuck a softball down her pants, the tight fabric slightly stained around the edges of the bulge. Then Marlene sank down into a squat, and the bulge expanded again, now more like a squished melon. Then the smell hit, and he knew everybody around would know. An elderly woman looked over at the young woman crouched over in a defecating position, noticed the smell and tssk-ed as she moved away from them. Marlene released a sob.
Mark stepped up, put a hand under each of Marlene’s armpits, and pulled her upright. Then he pulled her into a hug. “Shh, it’s okay, it was only an accident. You held on so long, you were so brave.” Marlene cried into his shoulder, while Mark awkwardly patted her back. “Here, take my jacket and tie it around your waist,” he said. “It’s not that cold outside,” he lied. It was freezing and his arms were already developing goosebumps, his hair raising at the cold.
“Wait,” Amber said, and gave her sister’s butt a squeeze of her bum perfume.
“I think we’d better get a cab,” Mark said.
Marlene walked bowlegged towards the cab stand, feeling the mess squish against her with every step. “No, no,” said Amber. “You can’t walk like that. It looks like you pooped yourself.”
“She did,” Jazzy said.
“Shh, Jazzy,” Amber said. “The important thing is to make everyone thing you didn’t. Here,” she said, demonstrating a confident, always catwalk-like swaying walk.
“It’s gonna slip out of my panties and down my legs,” Marlene complained.
“No, it won’t. Your pants are tighter than a virgin’s asshole,” Amber said.
Mark stifled a giggle. Amber rarely brought out the vulgarities.
“Besides, if it happens, it happens. You gotta walk with poise, let the world know your underwear is perfectly fine.”
Marlene tried, with mixed success, to emulate her older sister’s confident swagger.
They got into a cab, and once they were in a confined space, the smell of the mess combined with the perfume took on a pungent air. The cab driver wrinkled his nose, but was too polite to say anything. Marlene cringed as the mess squished against her bottom. Her bladder was still throbbing, and she placed her hands in her lap. Meanwhile, Amber was on the edge, also squirming. Jazzy sat in front, distracting the cab driver with small talk.
As they got out of the cab, Mark noted a wet spot on the seat underneath Amber. Marlene felt another leak escape as she exited, but it was all hidden underneath Mark’s jacket. She was more concerned with the mess sliding around her panties, although, as Amber had so aptly put it, her pants were tight as a virgin’s bumhole and gave little room for her accident to move.
“I think I’d better check us in,” Mark said.
Amber pee-danced on the spot, Marlene grabbed herself, and Jazzy stood humming to herself off to the side as Mark got their room keys. Amber and Mark had one room, and Jazzy and Marlene shared another. Amber grabbed the key off Mark and hurried to the elevators. As the doors closed, she sank down into a crouch and let go. The pee splattered over the floor, and she turned around to look at herself peeing through her panties in the mirror on the back wall. She found a naughty smile on her face.
Jazzy and Marlene took another elevator to their room. “I need to change,” Jazzy said.
“I need to pee first,” Marlene countered. She abandoned her catwalk stride once they reached the corridor, waddling over to 303 and swiping the card. Then she rushed over to the bathroom, threw off Mark’s jacket, and waddled over to the toilet. She almost couldn’t bear to drop her pants, but her bladder was about to give in—how come she couldn’t even last ten hours today, when she normally managed sixteen without a sweat? It must be the double-threat of number one and number two that had her too nervous to focus on her training. She quickly undid her jeans, then carefully lowered her panties. Marlene couldn’t stand to look at the mound of filth piled up there, so she closed her eyes, sat down, and peed. It was blissful, the release, and for a moment she even forgot all that had happened earlier in the day.
A wet thud from the other side of the door indicated that her younger sister had dropped her own sodden undergarments. Marlene would let her change, but first, she would dispose of her ruined panties, and then shower until the hot water ran out.
Mark entered the room to find his wife-to-be completely undressed, her glorious breasts on display, wearing only a sodden pair of panties. There was a wide half-moon, half-dried from her earlier pee, and a glistening wet spot on top of that from her more recent accident. Her hand was inside the panties, her back was arced, and she stifled a moan when Mark opened the door. He walked over and took Amber in his arms, tugging down her wet panties, and slipped a finger inside her.
The rest of the vacation was uneventful, at least as far as accidents were concerned. They went swimming and shopping and wining and dining. Marlene wore her flapper outfit and seemed to have put the embarrassing accident behind her. Jazzy was her usual, bubbly self, and Amber was like a mother hen herding her younger sisters around. But Mark couldn’t quite look at Amber and her sisters in the same way ever again.
The good thing was, his handling of the situation had apparently gotten him the go-ahead—which he’d taken for granted—to marry Amber. As he lay down in bed and wrapped his arms around her on the last night, he wondered if, misfortune notwithstanding, it hadn’t all happened according to some cosmic plan. |
The much-overdue second story in what I'm now calling my "Monster Girl Omorashi" series. This is set in the same universe as my Slime Girl Omorashi story, and even stars some of the side characters from that one. I'm not sure if I'm going to write a second part to this one like I did with the other one, but you definitely haven't seen the last of these characters in my upcoming stories.
“Ah, we really need to hire more servers here!”
Those words had been spoken by a young woman wearing a gothic lolita-style outfit. She was tall, slender, and curvy, with a black and white frilly top that accentuated her chest and a frilly black skirt with a white petticoat and white leggings underneath.
The only thing rather unusual was her head. Rather than being perched atop her neck as most normal heads would be, her’s was strapped to her waist, giving her a bit of a skewed view of the world. Where her head would normally be was a stump wrapped in bandages.
Her name was Ciara, and she was a Dullahan.
She had just finished locking up the shop after a long, exhausting night of serving food to customers. She looked over at her only other coworkers. The head and only chef of the restaurant, A white-haired, blue-eyed vampire named Masamune Hayato, and their dish washer, a short, slender high school student named Miyuki who had been the only one to respond to their help wanted ads thus far.
“We were lucky it was a friday, otherwise I would’ve had to go home early for school,” Miyuki noted.
“I’ve been trying to find more help,” Hayato replied, his tone serious and portraying no amount of exhaustion despite the long day, “but so far no one’s been interested.”
It would seem weird that a newly opened restaurant would have no prospective employees applying for jobs there, but Ciara knew all too well that, even in a place like Nova City, which was generally more accepting to supernatural beings like herself and Hayato, there were certain stigmas still associated with them. In particular, vampires were infamous for having a close-knit, brutal underground society not unlike a mafia. Ciara wouldn’t be surprised if people simply assumed Hayato was a part of that society and didn’t want to get wrapped up in vampire business.
“Well, have a good night, guys! I’m off!” Miyuki waved, heading for the back door.
“Yes, you worked hard today, thank you and have a good night,” Hayato called after her. He then turned to Ciara.
“So, shall we be headed home as well?”
“Yeah, I’m exhausted.”
The two lived together. It wasn’t like they were a couple or anything, but certain circumstances lead to them living together. Ciara didn’t have a job at the time and Hayato’s situation was complicated, but essentially he wound up with a lot of money and no place to stay. Ciara had been desperately trying to scrounge up rent anyway, and her apartment had been for two people in the first place, before her roommate bailed on her. So, the two came to make an arrangement. Hayato would pay the rent and start up a restaurant, and Ciara would work for him at the restaurant. This solved both of their problems at the same time.
“I’m sorry if I’m pushing you too hard,” Hayato spoke suddenly.
Ciara looked over at him in surprise, “Oh, no no, it’s fine! You’ve been trying to find help, I don’t mind putting up with it a bit longer. You’ve done me so many favors, I’m really grateful.”
“I know, but I still feel guilty sometimes,” Hayato replied, “After all, you work really hard all the time and it’s hard for me to give you breaks when we’re busy. I mean, I’ve seen you collapse after nights like tonight. Or there are times when you put off your own needs during shifts because it’s busy. Like the other night when you almost-”
Ciara blushed, “W-we… I told you to never speak of that again!”
“Oh, right, sorry,” Hayato replied.
The two fell into a comfortable silence after that, or at least, it would’ve been a comfortable silence. Unfortunately, Hayato’s comment had reminded Ciara of something.
“Oh crap, I didn’t use the bathroom before leaving the restaurant tonight! I was so exhausted I totally forgot.”
She placed her hand on her abdomen, feeling a slight bulge. She had been holding it in for a while, but through habit and sheer force of will, she had pushed the urge to the back of her mind. Now, however, it came rushing back, and she felt herself pressing her thighs together as she had to actively fight the strong urge to pee. The walk back to their apartment was about 5 minutes. That was doable. Ciara steeled herself for the desperate walk back and fell further behind Hayato so he wouldn’t notice her awkward gait.
The walk home had been uncomfortable, but uneventful. Ciara didn’t have any close calls and while her desperation surged, she fought it valiantly and came out with her panties unscathed. Still, she was seriously grateful to see her apartment complex.
Hayato turned towards the stairs and Ciara paused. The walk home so far had been doable, but she had forgotten about the stairs. The elevator in the complex had been broken for a month now with no signs of being fixed any time soon. Ciara had been on her feet the whole night, her legs were already tired and burning with what was bound to be muscle soreness tomorrow. Piling desperation on top of that, and suddenly the walk up 6 flights of stairs to get to her floor sounded like an insurmountable task. Still, they were the last thing between Ciara and her apartment, and therefore, her toilet. She was going to make it.
Ciara began climbing the stairs and her bladder immediately protested. Ciara felt herself about to lose a leak and jammed her hand between her legs. Hayato wasn’t paying attention to her and there was no reason to keep up appearances if she was gonna wet herself while trying. She gripped herself tightly and hobbled up the stairs, finding a balance between going fast enough to stand a chance of making it to the bathroom on time, and going slow enough as to not lose it in the stairwell.
Each step sent waves of pain up her tired legs and waves of desperation through her. She focused her will and the idea that the second she reached the top, she would have a short dash to her apartment and then relief would be in her grasp. She was glad she still had her head in it’s harness. If she had tried to carry it around, she’d have one less hand to work with, and likely wouldn’t be able to hold herself.
After what seemed like a marathon, she finally made it to the top of the 6th and final flight of stairs. Her apartment was down the hall, but it was only a short walk. Luckily for her, Hayato had seemingly already entered, as he was nowhere in the hallway. Ciara made a mad dash for her apartment, and was surprised to see the door was open. Hayato might have left it open for her, but he was usually the kind of person who closed doors behind him without thinking.
Actually, usually when they walked home together, he’d have waited for her outside the apartment and they’d go in together.
Ciara entered her apartment and soon Hayato’s strange behavior made sense.
There, sitting on Ciara’s couch, was a woman wearing a low cut v-neck and a leather jacket, with jean shorts so short they couldn’t have been covering much more than her panties. Her bare legs were crossed casually, and she hadn’t bothered to take off her boots.
In her hand was a wine glass with liquid that looked too dark and thick to be wine.
Hayato was staring at her, his face expressionless. But Ciara could feel the apprehension and displeasure from the sight.
“Welcome home,” the woman grinned.
“Get out!” Hayato demanded, raising his voice slightly. It was a shock to Ciara, who had never heard him so angry before.
“Oho, is that how you treat your older sister after all these years? What’s wrong with a little reunion?”
Ciara was surprised to hear that woman was Hayato’s sister, but beyond that there was a bigger problem on her mind right now.
“I can’t believe this is happening! Hayato’s sister or not, this bitch broke into my apartment at the worst possible moment. I can’t just run to the bathroom in this situation, but I have to pee like crazy!”
Ciara tried to straighten up as much as possible as she crossed her legs together and bounced in desperation.
“Listen, Hayato,” his sister spoke, “I know we’ve had some bad blood between us in the past. When you left and refused to be part of the Society, I sided with Mom and Dad because I thought you were being naive and selfish. I’m here to apologize for that.”
“Apology accepted,” Hayato replied curtly, “Now leave.”
“Please do!” Ciara begged mentally, tensing herself up as another wave of desperation hit her. She squirmed and clamped her legs together, but in spite of her efforts, a leak escaped, soaking into her panties, “I’m about to wet myself!”
“Hold on, hold on!” Hayato’s sister held up her hands, “I’m not done yet. You probably think I’m here because I want something from you, but the truth is, I just came to warn you.”
“Warn me about what?” Hayato asked sternly.
“Adrian Tepes is dead. The Alucard family has lost their last heir to the “top” of the Vampire Society. You know what that means.”
“A war of ascension,” Hayato replied, “All the major vampire clans will be vying for that top spot.”
“The Masamune-Tojo clan is making some serious power moves,” Hayato’s sister continued, “I just wanted to warn you that you could get caught up in the crossfire if you’re not careful. Be on your guard.”
Hayato’s sister stood up and started for the door.
“Thank god!” Ciara celebrated.
Her desperation reached a peak and she practically doubled over. If Hayato’s attention hadn’t been solely on his sister, there was no way he would’ve missed Ciara’s desperate pee dance. She hopped from foot to foot and jammed both hands between her legs, doing her best not to audibly whimper in sheer desperation. Another leak escaped into her panties and she nearly lost it, taking all her willpower to hold it in.
“Hurry up and leave, I’m seriously on the verge of pissing myself!”
“Oh, and one more thing, little brother,” Hayato’s sister paused in front of him, holding up an application, “I saw your job posting at your little restaurant. I’m interested.”
Hayato narrowed his eyes, but still took the paperwork from her. Ciara prayed to god that this would be the end of it, but unfortunately, Ciara’s form caught the woman’s attention, and she peeked around Hayato. Ciara, in spite of herself, tried to straighten up and compose herself as best as possible now that the attention was on her. She let go of her crotch and through sheer will she held on somehow.
“Oh? Who’s this? A Dullahan girlfriend?” Hayato’s sister smiled, bending over and rubbing Ciara’s cheek playfully with her, “She is a looker, that’s for sure.”
“Leave her out of this,” Hayato replied sternly, “She’s just a roommate and coworker.”
“Oh, so you don’t have a relationship beyond that,” Hayato’s sister raised an eyebrow, “I guess that means you aren’t taken, cutie!”
The woman ran a slender finger down Ciara’s shoulder, which was exposed due to the sleeveless nature of her top. The touch was oddly electrifying, and Ciara felt herself involuntarily leak again. She let out a whimper and pressed her thighs together as a strong, violent wave of desperation struck her bladder.
“Don’t come out don’t come out don’t come out don’t come out!”
“My name’s Ayame,” Hayato’s sister introduced herself, “What’s yours?”
“C-Ciara,” Ciara stuttered, both out of desperation and also out of nervousness. She could feel her face burning as she blushed.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ciara,” Ayame smiled. She finally let go of Ciara’s shoulder and turned around, “See you two soon!”
As she walked off, she seemingly dissolved away into a reddish black smoke. Ciara had seen Hayato do that once or twice as well, but he preferred to get around the old-fashioned way.
“Sorry about that, she has a tendency to flirt with everyone,” Hayato apologized, but Ciara was no longer listening. In fact, the second Ayame had disappeared, she had started the mad dash to her bathroom.
It was no longer about making it. Ciara’s leaks had turned into full-on spurts and her panties and leggings were already getting wet. But if she could get the majority of her bladder’s contents into her toilet and not soaked in her clothes and on the floor, she’d consider that a win at this point.
She made it to the bathroom and slammed the door closed behind her, not wanting any chance of Hayato catching her embarrassing predicament. She rushed to the toilet and faced the last challenge, fighting with her frilly skirt to pull down her pants and leggings. Unfortunately for Ciara, her body had run out of time. Even as she tried to bunch her skirt up so she could reach underneath and pull down her undergarments, she reached her limit and felt the pent up pee about to burst out of her. Unable to hold it back anymore and with no time to remove her clothes, she gave up and rushed over to the bathtub. Before she had even gotten her second leg over the side of the tub, her muscles gave out and she started peeing uncontrollably onto the floor of the bathtub.
Ciara’s sense of defeat and embarrassment was completely overshadowed by the sheer relief she felt finally letting go of all that pee. Because her head was still strapped to her waist from work, she could more strongly smell the scent of urine soaking through her clothes. She let the feeling of relief wash over her and had to brace herself on the wall to prevent her legs from completely giving out. The last thing she needed was to ensure that all of her skirt would be soaked through by collapsing onto the floor of the tub while still peeing. Her mind was tired and hazy from work, she didn’t even know how long she was peeing for. She just zoned out and bathed in the relief
It was only after she had finished wetting herself that her embarrassment came back full force. Even though Hayato hadn’t seen her wet herself, and she had technically made it into the bathroom, her skirt, panties, leggings, and shoes were soaked. She could take a shower easily, but getting her wet clothes to the small utility room where the washing machine was would be impossible to do without being noticed.
Ciara shrugged. She really didn’t care about that right now. Her clothes were wet and gross and she wanted out of them. She removed her head from it’s harness and placed it on the counter, getting a clear view of her body and her wet clothes. She had done a substantial amount of damage to them as far as wettings go, a testament to how much she had been holding.
As she stripped down, she heard a knock on the bathroom door and nearly jumped out of her skin in surprise.
“Hey, Ciara, I’m going out to find my sister,” Hayato replied.
“Huh? You aren’t seriously thinking about asking her to come work for us, are you?” Ciara asked.
“Ayame has never shown interest in separating herself from the Society,” Hayato spoke through the door, “but her specialty as a vampire is charisma. She can be very persuasive, and having someone like that at our restaurant might help us get more employees.”
“It would also make potential new hires avoid us even more, one vampire is easy enough to write off, but two from the same family working there?”
“True,” Hayato agreed, “But at the very least it’s worth a shot, and it might even help to keep Ayame away from the war of ascension.”
“Oh, concerned about your sister, are you?” Ciara teased.
To that, Hayato didn’t respond, and Ciara let out a sigh.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-”
“No, it’s fine,” Hayato cut her off, “And yeah, I am a little worried about her. Ayame’s always been easily caught up in the schemes of others. Keeping her away from the clan where she’ll get roped into being used for their own gain is probably for the best.”
“You realize she probably has ulterior motives, right?” Ciara pointed out. The Dullahan wasn’t convinced that Ayame had just shown up just to apologize and warn her brother about the war of ascension. Something about that woman rubbed her the wrong way, and it wasn’t just because her unexpected visit had been the reason for Ciara’s wet clothes.
“I’ll make sure she’s got a short leash, so to speak. I’ll let her know I’m kicking her out at the first signs of trouble.”
Ciara sighed. Obviously Hayato had made up his mind on this one. It wasn’t like the extra help wouldn’t be unwelcome anyway. Ciara’s muscles and bladder had suffered greatly due to long shifts with no chance for breaks during busy hours. As popular as their restaurant had become, it was a lot to handle for one waitress. Hayato being the only chef was manageable only because of his superhuman speed and precision. Ciara herself was also stronger and faster than a human, but she couldn’t exactly take advantage of that while being a server like Hayato could while preparing the meals.
“Fine, fine, do what you want,” Ciara resigned, “But don’t say I didn’t warn you if things go south.”
Hayato said nothing more and Ciara figured he had slipped out to find his sister. All the better for her. She could take a shower and slip out to wash her clothes before he came back to catch the aftermath of her accident. She finished shedding her soaked garments and stepped over the wall of the tub before turning the shower on. A burst of cold water struck her back and she withdrew briefly until the water turned warm, then hot. She grabbed her head and placed it on a shelf installed strategically out of the stream.
She watched her own body as she lathered herself up and rinsed off, focusing on her nether regions and her legs. She could still feel her bladder tingling in the aftermath of holding it in for so long, and she distinctly recalled the blissful relief that had finally washed over her as she lost her struggle. Without realizing it, she had started touching herself, and upon realizing it, a fierce blush erupted on her face. She stopped and shook her disembodied head.
“What am I doing? Am I seriously getting turned on thinking about how bad I had to pee earlier?”
Ciara wasn’t about to entertain that idea. She was just tired, overworked, and more than a little stressed. That was all. It wasn’t that she was actually getting used to holding it for long periods of time, and starting to enjoy the relief that accompanied finally being able to let it all out. There was no way.
“Right?”
With that thought in her mind, as well as worries about Hayato and his sister, Ciara wondered exactly what she had gotten herself into. |
Part 2! I wasn't sure whether to count this as it's own separate story or posting it here but seeing as it's essentially a direct followup to the events of the last part/chapter above, I figured here was appropriate. This is a long one, but I think that in terms of both lore and desperation, you won't be disappointed with this one!
Ciara felt the rain wash over her as she walked home. There was only a 5% chance for rain this evening, so of course it was a torrential downpour by the time she left her job. Or ex-job, as it were. She had been working as a secretary for a relatively large technology firm, a job she neither loved nor hated, until her boss unceremoniously fired her today. He cited poor work performance and unprofessional behavior as his reasons, but anyone who knew how she was at that job knew that was bullshit. In truth, she suspected his reasons were more personally motivated. He had been transferred in from another office, and since day 1, he had it out for Ciara. He was an older gentleman with more traditional values, to put it lightly, so he likely didn’t have much respect for a woman whose head wasn’t planted firmly on her shoulders.
Ciara could probably bring the issues up to HR, and part of her wanted to, but outside of the petty satisfaction of maybe getting him in trouble, it wouldn’t get her job back, nor would it pay her rent.
Her rent. Ciara felt her shoulders slump at the thought. Her roommate had insisted up until 3 weeks ago that she would definitely be renewing her part of the lease. Then suddenly and without warning, she changed her mind last minute and told Ciara she was moving in with her boyfriend instead. Ciara didn’t have time to find a cheaper place to stay or another roommate, so she was stuck in an apartment twice as big as she needed and with twice the rent than she could afford.
Ciara was seriously tempted to stop by a bar on her way home, but considering her bank account was already nearly drained, even drowning her sorrows would put her in more of a bind. Besides, she was pretty sure she had some whiskey at home.
Letting out a heavy sigh, the Dullahan continued to walk down the city streets towards her apartment complex, letting the rain soak through her work clothes. She wasn’t one for the simple, professional style required by her job, preferring, for all their extra hassle, the elegant, elaborate dresses of gothic lolita fashion. Deprived of those, she was wearing a simple red blouse with a black pencil skirt, black stockings, and work shoes.
As she walked home, she felt a twinge of protest from her bladder, and placed her free hand, the one not carrying her head, on her abdomen. Come to think of it, she had stormed off rather quickly after being fired, not taking the time to go to the bathroom, and she had already needed to go a little bit during her shift. She shrugged it off. Her apartment wasn’t that far away and despite the rain her need wasn’t urgent, only noticeable. She continued on, trying and failing not to let all the stress on her mind get to her.
As she got closer to her apartment, her growing need got to her, and feeling both bold and not particularly in a good mood, Ciara decided to do something she usually didn’t do. She decided to cut through an alleyway that took about five minutes off her walk home. Dullahans were generally stronger than humans and other human-level supernatural creatures. They couldn’t pose a threat to something like a vampire, of course, but to Ciara’s knowledge, she hadn’t done anything to get on the bad side of the infamous Society, so she was fairly confident she wouldn’t run into any trouble.
BANG!
Her confidence wavered as the loud noise shook her to her core and nearly made her wet herself out of shock. That had unmistakably been a gunshot.
BANG! BANG!
Ciara saw a body fly from nowhere and strike the concrete wall of the alleyway in front of her. She quickly ducked behind a nearby dumpster and popped her head around the side just enough to see. Whoever it was, they weren’t looking so hot. She heard voices and held her breath as the sound of footsteps came running up to where the body had landed.
“Do you think that’ll do it?”
“What, a vampire like him? No way, man. Even silver bullets like these aren’t enough to stop him. A werewolf, maybe, but a vampire? Not a chance.”
“So what do we do? We won’t get paid unless he’s dead, right?”
“Nah, we don’t gotta kill him or nothing. He’s a full-blood. A strong one, too. Took out three members of the Tojo family by himself. He’s been running and fighting for a week now. Probably low on blood. That’s the only reason we were able to get this close to him in the first place. Hell, he could probably still kill us if he wanted to, even now. Isn’t that right, you vampire bastard?”
“...........” No response from the vampire.
“So why’d we even take this job?”
“The Tojos wanted him dead, and when the Tojos want someone dead, they pay well. But here’s the thing, he’s a deserter, so he’s got some old friends on the inside too. Friends that don’t want to see him dead. I cut a deal with one of them. Make it look like we offed him, get the clan off his back. They cover our ass for not finishing the job. We get the money from the hit and money from the coverup.”
“Smart thinkin’. I like it.”
Ciara had, in her eavesdropping, completely forgot about her bladder, which sent a wave of desperation in protest and she squeezed her legs shut instinctively to keep herself from leaking. Of course, since she was squatting behind a dumpster, the maneuver left her off balance and she bumped into the dumpster lightly. It wasn’t super loud, but it was enough to get the two’s attention.
“Shhh! Shit, I think someone’s comin!”
“Let’s get outta here, man!”
Ciara heard the footsteps of the two start running in the opposite direction, and she let out a sigh of relief the second she couldn’t hear them moving anymore. She popped her head out from behind the dumpster again to make sure it was safe, then rushed over to the man lying in the alleyway. He had snow white hair and a youthful appearance, probably around the same age as her. Or at least that’s what she’d assume if they hadn’t called him a vampire. Vampires aged very similarly to humans and other creatures until they hit their mid-twenties, at which point their aging slowed down immensely. He was probably on the younger side for a vampire, but that could mean he was a hundred years old or more.
He was also bleeding. A lot. Having been shot three times, once in the arm and twice in the chest, he definitely looked like a person on death’s door, despite what the two guys in the alleyway had said.
“H-hey,” Ciara called out, shaking the man lightly, “Hey, are you okay?”
It was a dumb question. Of course he wasn’t okay, but Ciara had never encountered a situation like this. She was also rather flustered and the pressure in her abdomen was just making the whole situation worse.
“H-hang on, I’ll call an ambulance! My phone’s in my bag here-”
Before Ciara could finish, the white-haired vampire pulled himself up against the wall in a sitting position, grunting in pain as he moved in spite of his injuries. He reached out and grabbed Ciara’s hand, preventing her from grabbing her phone.
“I’ll be… fine…” he gasped, “Just… gotta get these bullets out of me… silver… suppresses my healing…”
“Yeah, so I should call an ambulance and they can-AAHHHH!”
Ciara watched in horror as the white-haired vampire dug his hand into one of the bullet wounds in his chest. He dug around painfully, spurting more blood as he fished around for the bullet, then yanked his bloody hand out. He opened his palm and a bloodied silver bullet fell with a light ping onto the asphalt below.
Immediately, the wound began to heal itself, growing smaller, scabbing over, and then smoothing over in the blink of an eye. Ciara knew vampires had regenerative abilities, but she hadn’t seen it up close like that.
The vampire went in again, digging around until he managed to remove the second silver bullet from his chest. Then a third time with the one in his arm. By the time he was done, he looked good as new, if not for the holes and trails of blood soaking his clothes and mixing with the rain to form a large,red puddle around him.
He also looked a bit pale and weak, but Ciara didn’t blame him. He had just regenerated from what looked to be fatal injuries. Ciara considered leaving him there in the alleyway, but she had no idea where he was going to go, and in that state he didn’t look like he could walk very far anyway. Her bladder sent another wave of protest her way and she pressed her thighs together, glancing back at the end of the alleyway where her apartment complex sat.
“Here, come with me,” Ciara offered without thinking.
“What?”
“My apartment’s right over there. Not even a three-minute walk away. You should rest a little, and get out of this rain.”
“No, that’s fine,” the vampire stood up shakily, “I can manage on my own.”
The white-haired vampire took one step forward and stumbled, and Ciara moved to catch him. She felt herself let out a small spurt of pee into her panties from the effort, but she couldn’t be bothered to care right now.
“You can barely walk, how are you going to ‘manage’?” Ciara chided, “Plus, I heard what those guys said, you’ve been going nonstop for a week. Come on, let me help. It’s the least I can do.”
“Fine,” the vampire resigned. Ciara began helping the vampire hobble his way towards her apartment.
“What’s your name, by the way?” Ciara asked, “Mine’s Ciara. I’m a Dullahan, as you might have guessed.”
“I’m… Hayato,” the vampire answered curtly, “I’m a vampire.”
“I figured as much, given your healing abilities. And stubborn attitude.”
“Sorry,” Hayato apologized, “And… thank you.”
***
Ciara awoke, her mind filled with the memories of her dream. That had been the day she and Hayato had first met. She had only intended to let Hayato stay until he regained his strength, but during their resulting conversation, he mentioned not having a place to stay and she mentioned her financial woes. He had plenty of money, being an ex-member of the Society, and the rest, as they say, was history.
That had been six months ago.
Their relationship had been one of convenience, and was professional in nature. They had become friends over time, of course, but no closer, as Hayato had pointed out to his sister the night before.
Ciara was fine with that. Ciara had always been fine with that.
Yet Ciara couldn’t get the words Hayato had spoken out of her mind.
“She’s just a roommate and coworker.”
“Of course that’s all I am. Why am I so bothered by that?” Ciara asked herself aloud.
Suddenly, she felt a pang in her bladder. Turns out the desperation from her dream wasn’t entirely a result of her memory. She hobbled hastily to the bathroom for her morning pee, not bothering to get dressed. She often slept in a sheer nightgown that did a good job of hiding absolutely nothing, and a pair of black silk panties. It wasn’t common for her to run into Hayato in the mornings anyway. He was, being a vampire and all, definitely not much of a morning person.
She made it to the bathroom without incident and let a night’s-worth of pee pour out of her into the toilet. As she peed, her mind shifted to her upcoming night at work. She wasn’t sure what today would bring. To keep their shifts manageable, MonSushi Express didn’t open until the late afternoon, right before the first signs of evening rush hour, and was open until 2 in the morning, like a bar. However, Ciara might actually have some backup this time, assuming of course that Hayato had located his sister and agreed to bring her on board.
The idea of getting proper breaks and not having to serve the entire restaurant, especially during the diner and late night rush, made her hopeful. But then again, it relied on working with Ayame. Ciara still wasn’t sure how to feel about her, and the fact that she had openly flirted with her the night before didn’t fill Ciara with confidence either. The last thing she wanted to do was have to complain to Hayato that his sister was sexually harassing her at work.
As Ciara finished up in the bathroom, her mind was on the night she would have tonight at work, and all the dread that gave her.
***
Late afternoon came, and Ciara found herself walking to work on her own. It was pretty typical for Hayato to head to work by himself. His ability to teleport allowed him to bypass the late-afternoon sun without having to cover up, and though they were mid-autumn, the weather was being particularly fickle lately. They’d get summertime heat during the day and it wouldn’t cool down until the sun set. Ciara enjoyed their walks to and from work, but she wasn’t about to make Hayato suffer through the long sleeves and hood he’d need to sufficiently block out the sun in this heat.
During her walk there, Ciara felt her bladder nag her in protest, and she placed a hand on her abdomen in surprise. She must’ve forgotten to go before leaving the apartment, which was unlike her. That was fine, though. She’d get to go before her shift, even if she didn’t have Hayato’s sister as backup to take proper breaks during her shift.
Upon arriving at the restaurant, she was greeted with the sight of Hayato’s sister, Ayame, wearing a very form-fitting blue blouse and a tight black skirt that showed off her curves, as well as dark pantyhose and light blue shoes that were a blend of form and function. It was simultaneously much less revealing than the outfit she had greeted them with last night, while at the same time more provocative. In addition, her long, silver hair was tied up in a ponytail, and her icy eyes, the same color as Hayato’s, were highlighted with dark mascara and complementary eye shadow.
“Hello, Ciara,” Ayame smiled, “I’m the new hire, it would seem.”
“And you’ve been promoted,” Hayato spoke, stepping in, “You’re now the head server and wait staff manager. If my sister gives you any reason to, you may fire her on the spot.”
Ayame pouted, “Oh hush now, I’m not that bad. Don’t you have prep work to do before the restaurant opens?”
“Yeah, I’m heading back now. Ciara, you’re in charge. Help familiarize Ayame with the menu and procedures, and let me know right away if she gives you any problems.”
Hayato turned and left the room, and Ayame shot Ciara a mischievous glance that sent shivers up Ciara’s spine.
“You’re going to teach me, right? I’m new here, so please go easy on me!”
“Right, right,” Ciara nodded, grabbing a menu off of the reception desk, “Here’s a menu, please go over it. I’m going to the bathroom. Once I get back, let me know if you have any questions.”
“Wait,” Ayame stopped her, standing in the way so Ciara had no choice but to stop, “I have an idea. First days on the job can be sooo boring and exhausting. Let’s make things a little more fun.”
Ciara crossed her arms, “You heard what Hayato said, right? Give me a good reason to fire you and I will, on the spot.”
“You haven’t even heard what I was going to suggest,” Ayame frowned, “Besides, you won’t fire me.”
“I don’t like you, and so far, I don’t really trust you either,” Ciara pointed out, “Why would I not fire you?”
“Because, you like my brother.”
Ciara’s eyes widened and she shifted uncomfortably. Both because Ayame was tugging at uncomfortable feelings that Ciara was still working through, and also because her urge to pee had made itself known once again.
“You like my brother, but you don’t know a damn thing about him, do you?” Ayame asked.
Ciara couldn’t answer, and Ayame stepped closer to her, smiling. Her voice soft and sultry, there was a certain confidence and charisma to the way she carried herself.
“He’s always been like that. Silent. Distant. It takes him so long to open up to people,” Ayame grinned, “But you know he has an interesting past. He was a member of the Society, after all. You’re curious about it. My dear brother has kept his distance from you, but if you know about his past, it’ll be easier to get him to open up. And who better to tell you than his own sister?”
Ciara crossed her arms, “Okay, but even if I was interested, what do you want from me?”
“Entertainment,” Ayame smiled, “Like I said, for today, I want to play a game.”
“What kind of game?” Ciara asked.
“An endurance game,” Ayame smiled, “I’ll let you empty that bladder of yours, and then you and I will try to hold it all shift. I’ve drawn five small dots on my hand, see? Every time I leak while you’re still holding it, I’ll add one more dot to my hand. Also, you have control over my bladder tonight. If I want to pee, I’ll have to add a dot to my hand to ask you for permission, and if you let me go while you’re still holding it, I’ll add five more dots to my hand. If you give in before our first break, I’ll remove five dots, but if you give in after our first break, I’ll only remove three. If you make it to the end of the night, whether I’ve given in or not, I’ll add two more dots. Three if you somehow manage to stay completely dry down there. By the end of the night, I’ll answer one question about my brother for every dot I have on my hand.”
Ciara wasn’t sure if she was comfortable with that. One one hand, she could learn a lot of information about Hayato from his sister. On the other hand, she didn’t exactly enjoy holding it in when she was forced to by circumstance, let alone holding it in for the amusement of someone like Ayame. Even if she was getting something out of it, Ciara really just wanted to be able to take breaks whenever she needed to.
“Oh come now, what do you have to lose?” Ayame asked, “I’m letting you start on an empty bladder, you can give in and go whenever you want, and I’ll tell you whatever you want about my brother afterwards.”
When Ayame put it that way, Ciara was having some trouble saying no. She had gotten accustomed to holding it in during the long hours of work, especially when it was busy and there was no downtime for her to slip off to the bathroom. And this time she could give in whenever she wanted. All she had to do was tell Ayame she was going to the bathroom and Ayame would erase some dots, but as long as she made it past her first break, something that seemed quite feasible given that she’d be starting on an empty bladder, she’d only lose three dots.
“Fine, we’ll play your game,” Ciara agreed, “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to the bathroom.”
“Hold on,” Ayame said, “I said I’ll let you empty your bladder, but you’re not gonna do it by going to the bathroom.”
Before Ciara could ask what Ayame meant, Ayame placed a hand on her abdomen and suddenly her urge to pee vanished completely.
“Oh my, you were pretty full,” Ayame pointed out, holding her own abdomen, “This is gonna be tough starting with this much.”
“Wait, what did you just-”
“I used magic to warp the contents of your bladder into mine. A little handicap for me, to make things more interesting.”
“You’re gonna try to hold that all night?” Ciara asked.
“Oh, are you worried about me? Don’t worry, I’ve had practice, besides, the harder it is for me, the better it is for you, right?” Ayame smiled.
“Just… make sure it’s not too obvious for the customers. I don’t want people getting the wrong impression on how the restaurant treats its employees.”
“Oh, so I have to hide it, too? Sounds like a challenge. But you know, if you get desperate later tonight, you’ll have to hide it as well.”
“I have no intention of getting desperate,” Ciara stated bluntly, “I intend to hold it as long as is comfortable, then go during my second break. I assume you’ll be desperate enough by then that you’ll have plenty of dots for me to ask my questions.”
“Hmm, we’ll just see about that, won’t we?” Ayame smiled, “Anyway, now that your bladder’s empty, we should go over that menu together, boss.”
“Right,” Ciara said, “So, for starters, here’s the appetizers…”
The two went over the menu and Ayame picked up on everything rather quickly. Ciara hadn’t been desperate when Ayame took the contents of her bladder into her own, but she had certainly been full. The fact that Ayame wasn’t showing any signs of that bothering her, nor was it slowing her down, was a little impressive.
Ciara was skeptical Ayame would make it to their first break, let alone the whole night. If the vampire gave in and started asking to use the bathroom, Ciara could always deny her a few times. That should earn her some dots and some more leaks from the other woman. Ciara would be lying if she said she didn’t get some small amount of satisfaction from knowing that she had Ayame’s bladder at her mercy. In her mind’s eye, she had a vision of the elegant, composed vampire doubled over with her hands jammed between her legs, quivering desperately as she begged Ciara to use the bathroom.
“You’re pretty red there,” Ayame smiled, “Everything alright?”
“H-huh?” Ciara asked. She couldn’t see her own face, but she could hear her body’s uneven breathing. She blushed harder, “It’s… it’s nothing.”
“Am I getting… excited for this? No… I’m doing this because I want to learn more about Hayato.”
5 o’clock hit and the restaurant opened. It was a Saturday, so they didn’t get hit with a rush right as they opened like they would on the weekdays. However, it was common for them to see much higher traffic later in the evening and into the night, as people would go out on weekend dates or celebrate special occasions.
For her being new, Ayame was surprisingly competent as a server. She didn’t have any difficulties with the menu, was reasonably fast and accurate, with only a couple of mistakes. She also gave nothing away about her bladder. A few hours in, and Ciara was struggling to catch any glimpses of desperation in Ayame. A slight wiggle, a brief pause, a raised leg, anything to indicate that her bladder was filling. Yet nothing.
Ciara also took a brief look at her hand while she reached up to the counter to grab a customer’s food, and there were still only 5 dots drawn on her hand. Of course, Ciara herself also wasn’t feeling anything at this point, but Ayame had emptied the contents of Ciara’s full bladder into her own before their shift started. There was no way she wasn’t feeling it by now.
Ciara brushed off her concerns and focused on her job. She was standing by the door between waiting on her tables when a familiar couple walked in. A slime girl and a human walked in, arms intertwined. Ciara distinctly recalled the slime girl having witnessed her nearly wet herself on a particularly busy night where she hadn’t gotten the chance to go to the bathroom beforehand.
“Oh, it’s you two again!” Ciara smiled, trying not to blush as she greeted both the human and the slime girl, “Welcome back!”
“T-thank you!” The slime girl replied, smiling awkwardly.
“She totally remembers…” Ciara despaired internally.
“Table for two, I presume?” Ciara asked.
The human girl nodded, “Yup!”
Ciara guided them to a free table, “Here you two are! We actually got a new server here, so they’ll be taking care of you tonight. Her name’s Ayame, and mine’s Ciara. Feel free to wave me down if you have any problems!”
“Will do, thank you,” the human grinned, “Oh, by the way, since we’ll probably be regulars here, I’m Alyssa and this is my girlfriend, Luna!”
Luna blushed, and Ciara smiled, “Well, Alyssa, Luna, thank you so much for coming back, and if I don’t get to see you later, I hope you have a fantastic night!”
Ciara walked off and headed back to her tables. She first stopped at a table of three men who were well into their meal already, “And how are you gentlemen doing tonight?”
“Great, great! Food delicious!” one of them answered with a mouth full of tuna roll.
“Nothin’ beats the combination of good sake and even greater sushi!” another one grinned.
“Hey, speakin’ of, can we get another bottle for the table? It’s on me this time, boys!”
“Certainly!” Ciara smiled, jotting down a quick note on her notepad, “I’ll be right back with that!”
Ciara then quickly stopped to check on a group of friends who looked to be in high school. Among them were a human boy, a boy with dragon horns, and two cat girls, one with brown hair and another with white hair.
“I’m tellin’ ya,” the dragon boy grinned, “I saw her. The Kasha!”
“What, that ‘superhero’ running around? The one who has super strength and weird flame powers?” the other boy asked, “It’s pretty weird that there’s some superhero running around when we live in a world with magic and supernatural creatures everywhere.”
The brown-haired cat girl seemed particularly stiff, smiling, “Y-yeah, I guess it is pretty strange.”
Ciara approached them, “How are you all doing? Ready to order?”
“I am,” the dragon boy nodded, “what about you guys?”
Everyone else nodded.
“I’ll take the rainbow roll and the spicy kani roll,” the dragon boy ordered first.
“I’ll have the Nova special and an order of the gyoza,” the other boy ordered.
“I’ll have the salmon roll and the tuna sashimi!” the white-haired cat girl ordered next.
“I’ll take a spicy tuna roll and an order of the shrimp tempura,” the brown-haired cat girl ordered last.
“Got it!” Ciara beamed, jotting each of the notes down as she took their orders, “I’ll be back with your food shortly!”
She stopped at one more table, a girl with an eyepatch and a guy wearing a fur jacket. Each had an empty sushi platter sitting in front of them.
“I hope you enjoyed your meal!” Ciara chimed in, reaching down and grabbing their plates, “Let me get these out of the way for you, and is there anything else I can get you for the night?”
“No, we’re good, we’ll just take the check,” the man with the fur coat smiled.
“Will that be one check, or separate?”
“One check,” the man stated.
“Separate,” the woman answered simultaneously.
“W-what? Hun, of course I’m paying for it.”
“I’m pitching in too.”
“It’s fine, really! I just got paid and-”
“And we both know that you need that money more than I do. You just got that job.”
“Hun, I’m fine, really-”
The woman turned to Ciara, “Please bring back two checks, I’ll talk some sense into him.”
“Hun, what-”
Ciara nodded, heading off before she got caught up in the couple’s argument any further. She placed the second table’s order on the order queue and headed back to the bar to grab a fresh bottle of sake. She placed it in a bath of warm water to heat up before running to the machine and ringing up two checks for the third table. Hayato placed an order up on the counter for a fourth table she had already checked on earlier, and she grabbed the now warm sake and the platters and delivered them to their respective customers. She then placed the two checks at the table where the couple was still arguing, and by the time she was done with those deliveries, the order for the table of high schoolers came out.
As Ciara was picking up that order, she looked across the restaurant to see Ayame. Once again, there were no outward signs of desperation from the vampire woman. Ciara herself felt her abdomen and realized that she was starting to feel a slight pressure there. Nothing uncomfortable or urgent yet, but Ciara was definitely glad she had gotten this far into the first half of her shift before feeling anything.
Although it had gotten quite busy, Ciara and Ayame had both made it halfway through their shift. It was still pretty busy, but Ciara knew it would slow down soon, with another, smaller rush happening later at night. She took a short breather and as Ayame passed by, she stopped her.
“Ayame, I’m gonna take my break first, if that’s alright with you. We’ll have to stagger them, so I’ll take my break now and in a half-hour you get your break.”
“Okay, but first,” Ayame leaned in and whispered, “May I use the restroom?”
“Huh? Oh,” Ciara replied, “I’m surprised you asked. You don’t look that desperate.”
“I hide it well,” Ayame replied, before leaning in and shuffling her legs, “Please?”
“No, sorry,” Ciara replied.
Ayame smiled, as though she expected that, and pulled out a marker. She opened her palm, to draw a dot for having asked to pee, and Ciara’s eyes widened. There were already eight dots on her hand, and Ayame drew a ninth.
“S-she leaked three times already?”
“Surprised?” Ayame looked up, smirking, “I am holding everything in your bladder from earlier, and it wasn’t like I went right before that either. My bladder’s so full right now, I’m bursting.”
Now that Ayame was so close, Ciara could hear her breathing, and she could see a few dots of sweat on her forehead. She was really good at hiding it, but sure enough, if you looked close enough, you could see her struggling.
“W-well, I’m still not letting you go,” Ciara replied firmly, “B-by the way, I never asked. What will you do if I don’t let you go but you can’t hold it anymore?”
“You mean if I’m about to wet myself? I brought a change of clothes. I’ll try to avoid wetting myself somewhere out in the open. I don’t want to give people the wrong impression, after all.”
Ciara gulped, “You mean, you’re fine with just wetting yourself even if the only thing stopping you is me?”
“The better question is, will you really deny me a trip to the bathroom if I tell you I can’t hold it anymore and I’m on the verge of wetting myself?”
“That depends,” Ciara asked, “Is it worth any points if you wet yourself and I’m still holding it?”
“If you can make it that far, and I really end up wetting myself before you give in and pee, then…” Ayame leaned in close, “You’ll get 40 points.”
Ciara’s eyes widened, “4-40?”
“But… that’s only if you keep holding it too, and I’ll tell you, unless you tell me I can use the restroom ahead of time,” Ayame leaned down to whisper into Ciara’s disembodied head, “I have no intention of wetting myself before the end of my shift.”
Ayame looked pretty determined given that she had described herself as bursting and had already leaked three times. Meanwhile, Ciara could feel her bladder filling steadily, but she wasn’t even at a point she’d consider urgent yet.
“Anyway, you should go take your break,” Ayame smiled, “I’ve been doing a good job, I should be able to manage the whole restaurant while you’re gone. Seems like things are starting to slow down a bit anyway.”
Ayame leaned back and Ciara let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. She straightened up, cleared her throat, and headed back to the breakroom. Before, whenever Ciara took a break, it was short, rushed, and Hayato was forced to take over for her, which slowed things down considerably. Tonight, however, she would get a proper break, giving her plenty of time to eat and relax a little before the second half of her shift started.
Sometimes she would order something from Hayato, but tonight she had brought her own lunch. Leftover lasagna she had made the other day and left here last night. She retrieved it from the fridge and warmed it up. As she waited for it to cool back down, she grabbed a bottle of water and cracked it open, taking a few big gulps.
She then placed her head on the table in the break room and started feeding herself. Dullahan bodies were functionally similar to humans, apart from the obvious physical separation of her head and her neck (They were also physically stronger as well, but nothing on the level of a vampire). Of course, this separation was only physical. Anything that reached the bottom of the stump at the base of her head would be supernaturally transported to the top of the stump on her body’s side. Everything still functioned like it was connected.
After her meal, she leaned back and took another few swigs of water. Her bladder nagged her in protest. She still wasn’t desperate, but she was definitely feeling slightly uncomfortable. Ordinarily, this is where she’d start making serious plans about when she’d make a trip to the bathroom, but tonight things were different.
She thought back to Ayame, her mind wandering to the vampire woman out there, keeping her composure as her full bladder screamed at her. Her irritation that Ciara had denied her a trip to the bathroom. She wondered if Ayame had leaked any more times while she had been here taking a break.
Ciara shook her head, blushing. Ayame was getting to her. She didn’t trust Ayame. She didn’t like her. This plan wasn’t just a fun game. It was a plot. Ayame had planned this to get under Ciara’s skin. She had put Ciara in control, but Ayame was really the one pulling the strings here. Still, it left Ciara racking her brain at what Ayame could possibly gain from this game of theirs, especially since she would inevitably struggle the most.
Ciara’s phone chimed and she looked down. Her break was over. She stood up and her bladder sent a pang of protest again, one Ciara pushed to the back of her mind rather easily. She stepped out of the breakroom and headed over to the main counter. Hayato was still working away, prepping anything he could in advance while making sure the quality of everything was top notch.
He placed two order plates up, “For table 14.”
Ciara grabbed them and Ayame passed her by. Ciara stopped her, “You can take your break now.”
“Okay, thank you!” Ayame started heading off, and Ciara stopped her again.
“Wait, you’re not going to ask?”
“Heh, I don’t want you getting points that easily. Besides, I already know you’re not going to let me.”
Ayame sauntered off, and as she turned down the hall to the breakroom, out of sight of the customers, Ciara caught her shift from a composed walk to a hobble, her hands disappearing in front of her, likely to rub her bladder or hold herself.
Ciara picked up where Ayame left off pretty seamlessly. The first rush had died down and the second rush likely wouldn’t hit until Ayame got back from her break. There were a handful of tables left, but it was certainly manageable.
Before Ciara realized it, Ayame was back out. The time had passed rather quickly. Not a moment too soon, for the late-night rush was starting up. Ayame sat a couple, then a group of five guys, then three women who seemed already drunk, a huge party consisting of three humans, two fox girls, a cat boy, and an ice maiden. Another dullahan-- who seemed to have completely lost his head, and was being helped out by his partner-- came in too, along with a pair of rowdy drunk werewolves who were half-transformed, a pair of busty, flirty slime girls clinging to the arms of a rather wealthy-looking gentleman, a glum man who was being dragged along by a helpful fairy, and finally a pair of kitsune wearing rather old-fashioned Japanese attire.
Ciara had split things up so Ciara was doing about twice the work, but she was more experienced and Ayame was nursing a full bladder, so Ciara took some pity on the vampire. Still, it wasn’t like Ciara wasn’t dealing with her own growing need, and this had been Ayame’s idea, so even if Ayame had come up to her in the middle of this rush and begged her to pee, Ciara had a feeling she wouldn’t show the vampire any mercy.
Between tables, Ciara would cast glances over at Ayame. The silver-haired vampire had held up an impressive facade, but it was starting to crack. It was little things at first. Small wiggles when she thought no one was looking. Keeping one leg raised slightly while standing and taking orders. Shifting uncomfortably as she stood and asked guests how they were doing. Shuffling her legs back and forth while standing still. She was also starting to develop a stiff walk, likely in an attempt to keep herself walking straight upright despite her full bladder.
Ciara herself was starting to feel the effects of their game too. Her bladder was definitely full, and her need had gone from uncomfortable to urgent. She wasn’t nearly as far along as Ayame was, and she had definitely been more desperate working this job before, but she was definitely starting to consider giving in to go to the bathroom.
Ayame had said if she wet herself before Ciara peed, then she’d get 40 points, but the poor girl had to have let out at least a dozen leaks by now anyway, and Ciara would only lose three if she gave in to her urges now. As Ciara continued to rush around the restaurant, she discreetly brought a hand up to her abdomen when she was sure no one was looking and rubbed her full bladder.
Over on Ayame’s side, the silver-haired vampire was struggling. She was barely keeping her composure, and her tight skirt and form-fitting blouse meant that, if you looked hard enough, you could see the bulge she was nursing. As she passed between tables, she placed a hand on it uncomfortably and held back a desperate moan.
“Okay, how are you three doing?” she asked, approaching a group of two bunny girls and a rather drunk man.
“Oh, we’re fantastic!” One of the bunny girls smiled.
“Yeah, the food is great so far!” the other one replied cheerfully.
A wave of desperation shot through Ayame. They had been coming more and more frequently as the night went on, it took everything in her power to fight the urge to double over, cross her legs, and jam a hand between her nethers.
“Perfect,” she smiled after a brief pause to regain composure, “Can I get you anything else?”
“More booz-”
“No, we’re good,” the first bunny girl cut off the drunk man, “But I did have one question. What’s with all those dots on your hand?”
Ayame looked down at her hand. There were quite a few more dots on it than there had been when she had shown Ayame. She had leaked eight more times over the course of the night. Her panties were soaked under her skirt, and she was pretty sure if she leaked again, it might soak through completely and dribble out onto the floor.
“O-oh, these?” Ayame asked, “I’m new here, so they’re part of a memory system I came up with to remember the orders.”
“Oh? But you have a notepad,” the second bunny girl asked, “and they’re just dots, how does that help you remember anything?”
Another wave of desperation struck Ayame and she fought back both another leak and a snarky remark at the nosy bunny girl.
“O-oh, it’s for the menu, and it’s my own system. I know it doesn’t look like it, but the dots are grouped up differently, for numbers. I’d explain it to you, but it’s pretty busy and it’s really just a system that makes sense in my head!”
“Oh, okay, well, thanks for letting us know, I was just curious is all!”
“You’re welcome!”
Ayame hurried off and checked up on her next table, an ogre, a man with dragon horns, and a jianshi with a seal on her head were all sitting there, waiting to order. She took their orders quickly, and as she was jotting them down, her bladder spasmed again in protest. It caught her more off-guard and in an attempt to not show her desperation, she couldn’t react strongly enough and another leak made its way into her soaked panties. By some miracle, however, enough of her leakage had dried out just enough to hold onto this spurt as well.
She finished jotting down the order and rushed off to check up on her next table. As she was talking to a table full of drunk cat girls, she hazarded a glance back to Ciara. She could tell from her movements that she was also feeling full.
Ciara, while nowhere near as desperate as Ayame, was seriously starting to feel the full effects of a full bladder. She was currently talking to her current table, the two slime girls and the gentleman, taking their order as her legs quivered slightly and she pressed her thighs together.
As she walked off, she felt a wave of desperation hit her and it took everything in her power not to react noticeably. She merely clenched her muscles down there and willed herself not to let any leaks out, and while it had been hard, she managed to stay dry.
Still, she was seriously considering giving in.
That was when Ayame headed up to her while they were both grabbing orders from the counter.
“Ciara,” Ayame spoke, pleadingly, “I’m in pretty bad shape here, I gotta pee so bad right now. Please, let me use the restroom.”
Ciara frowned, “I’m holding it in too, I almost leaked earlier.”
Ayame leaned in, “I’ve leaked so much that if I let any more out, it might dribble onto the floor. I can’t… I can’t hold it anymore, please let me go.”
“Are you about to wet yourself?” Ciara asked.
“Y-yes, I think so,” Ayame admitted.
“Didn’t you say if I didn’t let you pee that you had no intention of wetting yourself before the end of the shift?” Ciara asked.
“Yes, I did say that,” Ayame nodded, “But that was earlier, and I’m seriously so much more desperate than I thought I was going to be… please, without being able to hold myself or anything, I really don’t think I’m gonna make it much longer.”
Ciara was about to give in and let the vampire go, but then she remembered what was on the line. 40 points if Ayame wet herself before Ciara, and if Ayame was this close to wetting herself, then Ciara would only have to hold it for a little bit longer.
“Can I please go?” Ayame begged.
“No,” Ciara smiled, “I want those 40 points.”
“Are you sure this is about the points?” Ayame asked, smiling before sauntering off to her table. She let out the slightest of squeaks as she walked, and Ciara watched as she not only added another dot for asking to use the bathroom, but another for leaking as well. Ciara looked down, and sure enough Ayame was telling the truth. There was a small dot of urine pooled on the floor. She had leaked and her panties could no longer contain it.
That last question had turned Ciara’s mood on its head. She had felt in complete control a moment ago, but now it felt like Ayame was still stringing her along somehow. Ciara ignored that nagging thought and the nagging from her bladder as she headed off to deliver the platters she had to her waiting customers.
By the time the late night rush died down, they only had an hour left on their shifts. Ciara was grateful it had died down, because it allowed her a little more freedom coping with her full bladder. She could sneak more leg crosses and brief grabs without giving her hand away. She was definitely at the point she’d consider desperate, but it wasn’t like she was on the verge of leaking or wetting herself.
Ayame on the other hand, was losing her composure fast. She had slowed down and Ciara had to pick up her slack. She couldn’t stand still without her legs shifting. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead and her breathing was labored and ragged. When she thought no one was looking, she rubbed her aching bladder desperately and she looked like she wanted nothing more than to jam a hand up her skirt and hold herself.
Ciara had found more droplets of urine on the floor, and now that they had some down-time, she was cleaning them up. The sound of the mop sloshing in the water wasn’t making either of them more comfortable, but Ayame hadn’t asked again to use the restroom, and Ciara was determined to see this through to the end.
“Ayame, you don’t look too good, are you holding up okay?” Hayato asked.
Ayame nodded, forcing a fake smile, “Yeah, I’m fine, just tired.”
“Well, there aren’t any customers right now. Honestly I doubt if we’ll get any more in before the end of the night. If you want to head back to the break room and rest, you can. Ciara, you can join her once you’re done mopping. I’ll let you two know if any more stragglers come in.”
“Okay,” Ciara nodded.
“Thanks, Hayato,” she smiled genuinely before heading to the breakroom.
Ciara finished up quickly, eager to head to the breakroom and gain the privacy that would allow her. She could imagine Ayame, struggling to hold on with her hands jammed up her skirt, desperately shaking her legs back and forth as she struggled to hold on. Ciara herself was pretty desperate by this point too, and would also enjoy the freedom of being able to hold herself.
When Ciara stepped into the break room, she was greeted by an intense sight. Ayame was sitting in one of the chairs, both legs raised up to her chest with both hands clamped over her crotch. She had her skirt unzipped and hiked up, flashing her soaked panties to Ciara as she desperately squirmed.
Ciara, now also free to hold herself, jammed a hand between her legs and squirmed around as she watched Ayame struggle. The vampire had her eyes clamped shut and hadn’t even noticed Ciara yet. She lowered her legs and scissored them back and forth while practically gasping. She then pressed her thighs together and bounced her legs up and down, whimpering in sheer desperation.
She looked up and finally noticed Ciara, flashing her pleading, desperate eyes.
“P-pl-please, I can’t… I can’t hold it anymore,” Ayame moaned, “I’m about to… I’m gonna pee... I can’t… I can’t hold it in…”
Ciara smiled, crossing her own legs as she stood, “Oh, but I’ve held it on for this long, and you’re about to pee yourself. I have nothing to gain from letting you go at this point.”
“No… please,” Ayame begged, “Okay, fine, forget the points. You win. 40 points either way, please let me go to the restroom!”
Ciara paused. If Ayame was willing to give her 40 points either way, then of course the logical thing would be to let the poor girl go. Ayame wouldn’t wet herself, Ciara could stop holding it, and Ayame would still answer all the questions she wanted about Hayato.
Yet for some reason, Ciara really didn’t want to see Ayame go.
A part of her wanted to force Ayame to sit there, in the chair, squirming on the verge of wetting herself.
Ayame’s words echoed in her mind from earlier.
“Are you sure this is about the points?”
Ciara’s eyes widened and she realized that Ayame had been stringing her along this whole time. She had gotten Ciara to enjoy their game, and now when points didn’t matter, Ciara still didn’t want to let Ayame go. She wanted to see the vampire wet herself, even if it meant she’d have to hold it until that happened.
“Ciara… please!” Ayame begged.
Ciara looked down, “You sneaky bitch, you planned this!”
“Planned what?” Ayame asked.
“You wanted me to realize that I wanted to see you wet yourself,” Ciara pointed out, “This was never about Hayato, it was never about the points. You have some weird fetish for holding it in and you wanted to get me roped into a holding game with you.”
Ayame smirked, “Well, you got some details wrong, and I do intend to tell you about my brother, as per my end of the deal. Really, I just thought you were cute and wanted to see how far along I could string you. The pee thing was just an idea I got last night. You were about to wet yourself, weren’t you?”
“I did wet myself, thank you very much,” Ciara frowned, “But as payment, I’ll make you wet yourself here.”
Aaah, please!” Ayame moaned. She danced in her spot on the chair, and suddenly a large spurt of urine escaped from between her legs and dribbled onto the floor below. Ayame doubled over and pressed her thighs together, whimpering desperately.
Her desperation made Ciara acutely aware of her own full bladder, which sent a wave of protest through her and forced her to double over.
“Please, Ciara,” Ayame begged again, “That was a big leak, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop the next one. Besides, if you let me go, then we can both pee.”
“No way,” Ciara grinned, “I told you, I fully intend to watch you wet yourself here.”
“That’s… unexpectedly cruel of you, it’s kind of hot,” Ayame grinned before doubling over again, “Oh god!”
“Are you about to lose it?” Ciara smirked.
“I can’t… I can’t hold it…”
Ciara was enjoying the show when her own desperation reared its ugly head. Her bladder sent a pang of protest and Ciara gasped as a leak escaped into her panties.
“D-did you just leak too?”
“No!” Ciara lied, blushing, “Besides, I’m nowhere near as close to wetting myself as you are.”
“Hah, hah, that’s so not fair,” Ayame complained.
Ciara realized what kind of weird situation this would look like to Hayato if he came back here to let them know there was a customer. Both she and Ayame were squirming across from each other, desperate to pee with a perfectly accessible restroom just across the hall.
“How… how much time is left on our shifts?” Ayame asked.
“A half hour.” Ciara grinned.
“A half…” Ayame stopped and let out a gasp and another spurt escaped through her panties and onto the floor, “A half-hour… there’s no way. My bladder’s too full.”
“Looks like you’re gonna have to wet yourself, then!” Ciara smiled smugly.
“Oh yeah? Well, I won’t be the only one, then!”
Ciara was about to ask what Ayame meant when suddenly she felt her own bladder expand in volume. The suddenness of it all nearly made her wet herself, and she collapsed onto the floor, shaking.
“Wh-what did you do?”
“I evened out the amount of liquid in each of our bladders. Now we’re holding onto the same amount. I’ve been holding it longer, though, so my bladder’s more empty and your’s is more full!”
“T-this… that’s not fair, that wasn’t part of the game!”
“It’s not about the game anymore, you were being cruel, I wanted to remind you you weren’t in complete control!”
“Well, you’re sounding a lot more smug now that you’re not about to wet yourself!” Ciara frowned.
“Oh, I’m still about to wet myself. I’ve been holding on for so long,” Ayame admitted, “But let’s see who will wet themselves first? Of course, if we both make it to the end of our shift, you can go and I’ll still let you decide if I can pee.”
“There’s no way I’m letting you use the bathroom after this stunt you pulled!”
Ciara cursed, squeezing her thighs together as she coped with the extreme desperation. Ayame’s bladder had been much more full than hers, and having them equaled out now meant that she was holding into significantly more liquid than she was used to. Ciara let out another leak into her panties, grabbing herself desperately before any more could come out.
Ayame wasn’t in much better shape, despite holding onto less liquid. She was still desperately dancing around, moaning as she fought hard to hold back the inevitable flood.
Somehow, through sheer will, the two had managed to keep most of their pee inside of them for twenty minutes. Now there was just ten minutes left before the end of their shift. The only problem was that ten minutes was ten minutes too long.
Ciara had reached her limit.
“I’m going to pee, I can’t hold it, I can’t… it’s going to come out!” Ciara moaned, her whole body shaking as she fought desperately to hold it in.
Ayame was in a similar state, seemingly back to the height of her desperation from earlier. She was scissoring her legs with her hands clamped against her soaked panties. She let out another spurt and slammed her legs closed, shooting upright and begging, “No no, please stop please stop! I can’t… I’m about to wet myself.”
“Hurry up and wet yourself already so I can pee!” Ciara demanded unreasonably, doubling over on the floor and jamming both hands between her legs.
“Hah, as if either of us are making it to the restroom at this point. If I stand up now it’s all coming out, and I doubt you can get off that floor!”
Ciara frowned, but Ayame had the right of it. She was struggling to hold it in as it was. She could barely move. She was doubled over so much she was practically kneeling in prostration, hands clamped tightly over her crotch as she tried to fight back against the flood. She’d be looking straight down at the floor if her head was in its proper place on her body.
“H-how much time left now?” Ayame asked.
“S-still 5 more minutes,” Ciara answered, “But why do you care? It’s as you just said, there’s no way either of us are making it!”
“All I care about is holding it longer than you, or fulfilling my promise from earlier, even if you don’t pee before I do, as long as I make it to the end of the shift… ah!”
Another spurt escaped from between Ayame’s legs, splashing down and hitting the floor. The noise made Ciara nearly lose it herself. Her bladder sent waves of desperation through her body and she whimpered in desperation.
“You’re already leaking way more than me,” Ciara pointed out, “You’ve probably let out a lot already!”
“There’s barely a puddle!” Ayame bit back, “Trust me, if I let out enough to feel any amount of relief, the river might even reach you.”
“Y-you better not try to pee towards me when you finally lose it!”
“W-why not? You’ll be soaked in pee by the end either way!”
“S-stop talking about it, it’s making it worse!” Ciara complained. Suddenly a strong wave of desperation washed over her, and she cursed. She let out a spurt and clamped down, trying to taper the flow, but then she let out another spurt, and another, “N-no way… I can’t…”
“Oh please tell me you’re finally peeing!”
Ciara squeezed her legs shut and grasped at her crotch even harder, trying to physically hold back. She managed to avoid letting out any more leaks, but she could feel dampness soaking through her panties and into her frilly gothic lolita-style skirt. She had somehow managed to stop it, but she had reached the tipping point. One more wave of desperation, one more leak, and it would be all over.
Ciara’s phone chimed again, and she looked down. 2:00.
Ayame looked at the clock too, and let out a small, desperate cheer, “F-finally, shift’s over, and I didn’t wet myself.”
Ayame moved to slowly stand up, but she winced and she let another spurt out onto the floor. She cursed and doubled over, trying to stop it, and while she was able to taper off most of the flow, there was still a small trickle flowing through her panties and down her pantyhose. She was at her limit too.
“Ah fuck it, I can’t move and I can’t hold it anymore,” Ayame resigned. Almost immediately, a torrent of pee shot out of her, high-pressure and loud. It spattered across the ground and pooled at her feet, coming out so forcefully it soaked straight through her panties as though it were unimpeded. Ayame let out an orgasmic moan, throwing her head back and basking in blissful relief as she let 9-hours worth of pee flow out of her.
Ciara couldn’t take the sight. She wasn’t going to be able to stand up anyway. As she watched Ayame and struggled to hold on, thinking about what to do, a final leak escaped, and she knew what was coming. Her aching muscles gave out completely, and her damn also burst. Her flow was also strong, but it’s progress and sound was dampened by her thick, frilly dress. It soaked into the fabric as it ran down her legs, pooling on the floor. Ciara pulled herself upright to at least avoid soaking more than her skirt. She could move easier too, now that her bladder was currently emptying itself out onto the floor.
“Aahhhh,” Ciara moaned, getting lost in the pleasure of relief. It had been her second time in two nights wetting herself shamelessly, but this time, it had been for a purpose, even if that purpose had simply turned into some bizarre contest with Ayame that didn’t seem to prove anything.
The two both peed for well over a minute before either of their flows tapered off. Ayame, who had started peeing first, wound up stopping first as well, and Ciara’s flow petered out shortly after. The tiled floor of the break room was completely soaked, and the strong scent of urine filled the small, enclosed space.
“We’ve made quite a mess of the break room, haven’t we?” Ayame noted, observing the puddle.
Ciara looked around and realized with a blush what just happened, like she had been in some relief-induced trance, “Oh shit, and Hayato’s gonna be coming back here any minute.”
As if on queue, the door started to open, and Ayame rushed forwards. She bashed the door into Hayato’s face to daze him and struck him in the back of the head, knocking him out cold.
“Typical brother, probably forgot to drink blood before work. It shouldn’t be that easy to take one of us out,” Ayame shook her head, “Anyway that gives us about fifteen-”
“Mmhhhrrrggg,” Hayato groaned, still unconscious.
“Ten, about ten minutes to clean this up.”
“We can get the puddle mopped up just fine, but what about our clothes?”
“Oh, I told you earlier, I brought a change of clothes!” Ayame smiled.
“I meant for me!” Ciara pointed down to her drenched skirt.
“Oh, I have some for you too, Well, the panties I had to guess on, but I noticed that frilly skirt you were wearing yesterday.”
“Wait, if you brought me a change of clothes too…” Ciara’s brain clicked, “You planned all of this out from the start!”
Ayame hopped over to in front of Ciara and bent over to look her straight in her eyes. She reached down and placed a finger over Ciara’s mouth, caressing her lips flirtingly, “Oh, my darling Dullahan, I plan everything out!”
Her lips parted in a sly smile and she hopped over to her bag, grabbing the clothes she had prepared. They cleaned themselves up as best they could and changed before mopping up the two large puddles they had made.
“So, 40 questions, plus the 16 dots on my hand, plus probably a couple more in there from when I kept begging you to let me go, and the two you get for making it through the shift, though you were certainly not dry. Let’s call it 65. You get to ask me 65 questions about my brother,” Ayame finalized, “You don’t have to ask them all now. I’ll keep track, so you can ask me whenever you want to. And I won’t be stingy and count basic questions like ‘do you know where Hayato is?’ and stuff.”
“I have one,” Ciara asked, looking down at Hayato, still slumped over on the floor, “Who’s Rose?”
“Huh?” Ayame cocked her head to the side like a confused kitten, “Rose?”
“Yeah,” Ciara looked down sadly, “Hayato passes out on the couch a lot, at our apartment. He has nightmares a lot, he doesn’t talk about them when he’s awake, but… that’s the one name that keeps coming up. Again and again. He’ll call out for a ‘Rose’ in the middle of his nightmare, then he’ll wake up crying.”
“I… don’t know,” Ayame frowned, “As far as I know, my brother didn’t know anyone named Rose. In fact, the only person I know that could be named Rose would be… oh my god.”
Ayame looked down, her expression dead serious as she looked over her brother.
“What?” Ciara asked.
“The only person I could see my brother possibly having connections with named Rose would be Roseanne Tepes. She was the younger sister of Adrian Tepes. Hayato did make a habit of slipping away to some secret place without telling anyone where he was going. It's possible she's who he was meeting with."
“Tepes?” Ciara echoed, “But wait, you said Adrian Tepes was the last living heir…”
“That’s right,” Ayame confirmed, “Six months ago, a few days before Hayato betrayed the clan and decided to leave the Society, Roseanne Tepes was killed. Assassinated by the Masamune-Tojo Alliance.”
“But that’s…!”
Ayame looked down at Hayato solemnly, “That’s right, our clan.”
To Be Continued... |
Okay, it's been ages, but finally a part 3:
"Whew," Mia breathed out as she finished a lap around the training fields.
The cold morning air sent a chill through her body, even as sweat dripped from her face. She was alone on the practice field, the parking lot nearby empty except for her car.
The team had the day off, so only a handful of players and staff would be here today. Mia, of course, was taking this time to get some extra training in. It was no coincidence she was the team's best player and captain.
She didn't mind the solitude. It allowed her to focus on training with no other distractions.
Reaching down to her watch, she clicked a timer for a 5 minute rest, which would then be followed by some agility drills. Mia rested her hands on her knees, her body still recovering from several laps around the facility.
She bent over, picking her water bottle off the ground. It was light, already nearly empty. She took a final swig and tossed it on the ground next to her travel mug, also empty. A large kick of caffeine was a staple for Mia to kickstart her morning workouts.
As she rested, Mia breathed heavily. She could feel her strength slowly coming back as her heart beat slowed from its rapid pulse. But her recovering senses also alerted her to another feeling - a strong pressure, coming from the lower part of her abdomen.
"Dammit," Mia mumbled to herself. She had been repeatedly ignoring the urge all morning, but it was getting more and more difficult to keep putting off.
The urge had first struck much earlier, as she traveled down the freeway on her way here. The glass of water she drank with breakfast was just barely tingling against her bladder. Not strong at all, but just enough to be noticable.
While driving, she sipped coffee from her mug, the same one now lying empty next to her. By the time she arrived, the feeling in her bladder had gotten a little bit worse, but still felt manageable.
Unfortunately for Mia, the building wasn't even open yet, as only a skeleton crew of staff would be there on the team's day off. That meant no open restrooms yet, either.
The last couple hours though, she had been working so hard she forgot about it completely. During that time she had downed her other large bottle, full of a water and electrolyte mix. Mia obviously took her hydration seriously, knowing how critical it is to athletic performance.
She did, however, know a little too well the consequences of all that hydration.
Mia tended to get hyper focused on her workout, and combined with her large fluid intake, she often didn't notice her filing bladder until it was an absolute emergency.
And today was no exception. The last time she peed must have been at like 5am when she got out of bed. It was just past 8 now, three hours later, and all that liquid and caffeine now really needed somewhere to go.
Mia glanced at her watch. Someone would arrive by 9:00 to open the building at the latest. If she was lucky they would be there by 8:30.
Mia noticed her 5 minute rest was already halfway up, and she still needed to set up for the next drill. She walked over to her equipment bag, pulling out a set of shallow cones. As she bent down to place each one, she winced as she felt her bladder compress.
Still, Mia pressed on, determined as ever. She finished setting up the cones and got ready to start her agility drill.
Her watched beeped, and off she went.
The first few rounds were hard. She was slower than usual as each high step jabbed into her aching bladder.
It was really getting bad now. By the time she finished, Mia was just glad the workout hadn't made her pee herself.
She scanned her surroundings, as if suddenly a port-o-potty would appear behind her. Or even a bush she could squat behind. But all around her was still empty field, with nowhere to pee. Mia racked her desperate brain for options.
She looked at her watch. It had only been 15 minutes. Her urge somehow felt like it had doubled though in that small amount of time.
She just had to press on though. Distracting herself was the only way she was going to make it. It wasn't the first time she had to contain her bursting bladder through practice or even an actual match with thousands watching.
After a quick breath, she tried to resume her workout.
Mia's bladder was too full to be ignored this time, though, and the rapid motion of her legs sent a spasm through her bladder with every step.
"Shit," she moaned, grabbing her crotch ocassionally as she tried to press on.
But she couldn't even focus on her drill. Her mind was racing, thinking only about how to relieve her desperate urge. She stopped running, focusing all attention to holding it.
She checked the crotch of her shorts. A few dribbles had already wet them slightly while she tried to continue training. And there was no sign of staff to open up the building anytime soon.
She had already been debating her options. Go back to the car and pee in something? She only had her bottles, which was kind of gross if she ever wanted to drink from them again. Run to the trees at the edge of the field? There was a major road there and someone might see.
After another quick look around and desperate spasm from her bladder, Mia made her decision to take the quickest option. She grabbed the waistband of her shorts, pulling them down as she entered a deep squat. Her athletic thighs and ass were exposed to the world, as countless numbers of her fans could only dream of seeing.
Biting her lip, a stream escaped from her, making a deadened splash as it flowed onto the dirt and grass below her. She breathed out a sigh as the stream grew, quickly rising from a trickle to full on gushing as the fluids emptied out. Her bladder was finally free from the pressure of holding back all three massive drinks from this morning.
As Mia let go, she relaxed, and the desperation clouding her mind slowly cleared away. But she began to think, and her heart raced. What was she doing? What if she got caught? A fan with a camera . . . or one of the staff sneaking up on her. . .
The team captain publicly urinating on the practice field. It would be all over the internet. The comments she would get from opposing players and fans.
But her stream just kept coming and coming, soaking the earth below her. She couldn't stop if she wanted to, not to mention how good the relief felt.
But finally, it felt like it was starting to slow down.
Then she heard a noise. The sound of a car door. She glanced up, her heart racing. She tried to contract her urethra, pulling her shorts up rapidly.
She didn't quite manage to stop the flow in time though, and a dribble of pee further dampened her underwear. The majority of the urgency was gone, but it was a little unsatisfying to not be completely empty after all that.
She looked around. Was anyone actually there? Or was she just imagining it all because she was scared?
Mia almost jumped as she turned and saw Sam, one of the trainers, approaching her from far away.
Sam gave her a smile and friendly wave. Mia had no idea what Sam had seen, if anything. Mia jogged out to meet her, trying to distance herself as much as possible from the damp patch and the smell.
"You're here early," Sam greeted her, shouting over the distance. "Working hard as always."
Sam's eyes traveled up and down Mia, seemingly taking in every piece of the striker's body.
But Mia's heart was racing so fast, all she could manage was a short "yeah.."
"You okay?" Sam asked, sensing something was off.
"Oh, uh … just tired," Mia responded. "Hard workout."
She either hadn't seen anything or was doing a very good job of hiding it, Mia thought.
"I'm opening up today," Sam told her, as the two finally reached each other. "Feel free to stop inside if you need anything. Water, equipment. Bathroom. That's an important one," Sam joked.
Mia's head nearly exploded, though Sam's comment could have been a complete coincidence.
"YeahthanksSam," was all she could blurt out.
"Well, let me know if you need anything," Sam continued with an eyebrow raised. "I'll be in my office."
Mia's bladder twinged again as Sam left her with her thoughts. There wasn't much urine left in there, but after being stretched out so much, the small remaining amount still irritated her.
She didn't want to look too suspicious though, so she walked back to her cones and decided to finish up this one drill. She had to move the cones first though, as in her desperate state, she had peed right in the middle of where she was running, right next to one of the cones.
She grabbed the nearest cone, realizing it was slightly wet. And not from the grass.
Shaking the cone dry, she moved it away from her puddle and got to work. |
Same as every weekend, their Mom went out shopping leaving behind the two sisters; the older sister Lisa and the younger sister Ellie. They have a rocky relationship not only because they are not blood related, but also with their dad often missing for business trips. Although Ellie is fortunate enough that her step Mom treats her fairly, she still has to tolerate her step sister’s daily teasing.
Shortly after their Mom leaves, Lisa gets bored and thinks of how she’ll tease Ellie today. She grabs a deck of cards on the way to the living room where Ellie is sitting on the couch watching TV while sipping lemonade. Lisa stands beside the television and waits for Ellie to notice her.
Ellie in an orange T-shirt and a blue plaid skirt, sighs deeply before asking, “What do you want, Lisa?”
Lisa smiles and holds up the deck, “I am bored, let’s play card.”
Ellie rolls her eyes accepting that she has no room to refuse, “Fine, let’s play.”
“Awesome, just give me a minute,” Lisa leaves the card and disappears into the kitchen; shortly after coming back out with two tall glasses of water. She places both two glasses on the table in front of them and starts to shuffle the cards.”Let play Old Maid.”
“Cool,” Ellie replies with much enthusiasm. She takes another sip of her lemonade as she waits for Lisa to pass out the cards
“Oh, I forgot to mention that we will be playing a punishment game and the loser of each round will have to drink half a glass of water.” Lisa gestures at the cups, “The game will continue until one of us gives up, and the loser has to be the winner’s servant for the rest of the day.”
“Okay? But why are we drinking water, can’t we do something else instead?” Ellie tilts her head sensing a catch.
“I mean we can do coke instead but I doubt mom will be happy if she finds out.” Lisa avoided the question. She grins widely as she looks at the rigged cards, “I’ll let you go first.”
Ellie nods and picks out the first card. They take turns picking cards from each other’s hand, yet Ellie is always stuck with the Joker. “Ugh.” She tosses the remaining card into the pile and reaches for the glass of water.
Lisa smirk as she watched Ellie drink, and begin to deal for another round. “Ready for round 2, Ellie?”
Ellie nods and continues to drink from the cup. The result of the next couple rounds is the same as the first, and before she realizes it she is already finishing all of the water. “Why can I ever win against you.” She tosses up her hands.
Lisa’s smirks as she watches Ellie squirm slightly on the couch, “Because I am smarter you; also, go get more water while I deal for the next round.”
“I hope you weren’t cheating…” Ellie heads into the kitchen to fill up her two empty glasses. She stares at the running water and shivers, reminded of her needs for the restroom. “Not now…”
Ellie walks back into the living room and sets her two full glasses on the table. Instead of sitting down, she starts to walk out again, “Lis can we continue after I use the bathroom? I really need to go.”
“Nope, you cannot,” Lisa jumps up and grabs Ellie’s hand preventing her from leaving. “Did you forget the rule that we keep playing until one of us loses?”
“What? I can’t use the restroom?” Ellie gasps. She doesn't want to give Lisa the win so easily, but she’s already having trouble standing still.
“Of course not, what is the point of this drinking game if you go to the bathroom now?” Lisa tightens her grip. “We can either keep playing or you can become my servant for the rest of the day.”
Ellie squeezes her legs together, “So if I continue playing, then I can’t go?”
Lisa nods, “Nope, no break until one of us loses.”
Ellie stops and contemplates her options, yet her urge is getting the better of her. She starts to shift her weight from feet to feet then she sighs, “I lost, you win this time Lis.”
“Yay, I got a servant,” Lisa shouts, pumping her fist. “Your first order is to finish the lemonade that you were drinking before the game.”
“Okay?” Ellie chugs what is remaining, glad there isn’t much left. “That’s, uh… That’s it?”
Liza sits down on the couch and pats the spot next to her, “Come watch TV with me. Also, finish those two glasses of water before this episode ends.”
“What? Lis, no! Please … Come on. Can I please go now?” Ellie whines.
“Nope, you agreed to obey me, so sit down and start drinking.” Lisa orders in a flat tone.
“But you said I couldn’t use the bathroom if I kept playing. So I stopped playing… and I still can’t go?” Ellie continues to argue as she takes a seat next to Lisa.
“I am going to tell mom you ate the cake from the other day,” Lisa threatens Ellie who’s wiggling on the couch.
“That's so unfair, Lis!.” Ellie sulk, knowing full well that their mom would side with Lisa. “Then how long do I have to wait for?”
Lisa just shrugs, “I don’t know, maybe until I am bored, or until you wet yourself?”
Ellie’s eyes widen and her jaw drops, “What? Lis! Please, no! You can’t do that!”
“Oh? Are you challenging me? You know I will if I want to.” Lisa faces Ellie and smiles.
Ellie squirms some more, feeling the pressure of her bladder. “Please Lis, I’ll drink the water… So can I go after? It’ll be really quick then I’ll be your servant all day, okay?”
“If you want to bargain, I mean I can make the punishment a lot worse if you want.” Lisa shakes her head.
Nervous about what Lisa’s going to make her do, Ellie starts slipping away at the water. ”Hey Lis”, she squeaks. “I’m obeying, so please don’t make me… you know, okay? Mom will get really mad at me if I do it again.”
“Hmm? What’s that?” Lisa smirk remembering the last time they went out shopping.
That morning she stayed in the bathroom until the last moment; apart from irritating their Mom, it was worth it. Because of her stalling, their Mom forced Ellie into the car not giving her a chance to use the restroom that morning. In the car, their Mom yelled at Lisa for taking too long, and they better get to the mall before the afternoon rush.
Ellie, who was waiting for the bathroom all morning, was hoping they would visit a restroom soon. Yet her prayers were left unheard because Lisa ended up complaining about being thirsty. This earned them both a mean stare from their Mom before she sighs submitting to how spoiled her daughter is.
Their mom brought them a large cup of juice and a bottle of water, then strictly warned them, “I don’t want to hear a single word from either of you until we get home, understand? I got a lot of things that I look at and cause you Lisa we are already late.” Although they both nodded obediently, Ellie started to squirm where she stood. Then they followed their Mom in a clothes store and sat on one of the benches.
As they were waiting for their mom, they slowly sip away at their juice. Ellie quickly finished and got up to find a restroom when “Ellie finishes your water or mom’s going to be mad again.” Lisa said.
“But…” Ellie looked at her unopened bottle. “But I really need the restroom.”
“Really? Then you better start praying that you can hold it until we get home because you know how mad Mom will get if we interrupt her, right?” Lisa then took a sip from her water. “Also, Mom won’t be happy if you don’t finish it before we leave.”
Ellie hesitantly sat back down and began drinking from her bottle. Although she’s on the verge of wetting herself, their Mom wasn’t going to find her a restroom anyways. If nothing else she would only end up annoying her more. “What am I going to do?” Ellie mutters under her breath.
As the afternoon progressed, they patiently waited for their mom to finish shopping. Normally Lisa would have gotten bored, but this time she’s enjoying the show Ellie’s putting on. She began to wonder if Ellie will actually wet herself in public or just barely make it home?
Ellie had already given up on being discreet and has been opening clutching the crotch of her jeans. She was glad that Lisa was not teasing right now, she’s only one distraction from disaster. Lucky for them their Mom just wrapped up and walked over, “So you girl ready to go home?”
It took all of Ellie’s will power to stop holding, but she continued to bounce up and down. She was about to ask for a break when Lisa gave her opinion first. “Mom, I think we should get home soon, otherwise we are going to get stuck in traffic.”
“I think you might be right Lisa… Okay, girls let’s go.” Ellie was shocked that she was denied the toilet yet again. Ellie managed to slowly trail behind her Mom and sister, except her right hand is resting permanently between her thighs.
It was a quiet ride home, with Ellie looking out the window and praying to every God that she makes it home. Lisa, on the other hand, continues to observe Ellie who can’t no longer sit still anymore. She leaned over and whispered in Ellie’s ear, “I hope you are still holding on, Mom won’t let it slide if you wet in the car.”
Ellie gasped and tightened her grip; she was moments away from having a full-blown accident. Lisa giggled at Ellie’s exaggerated reaction, and continued to savor every second. When they were only a block from their house, Ellie gasped again. “Mom! Hurry up Ellie is going to wet herself in the car.” Lisa yelled.
“What?! You better hold it until you reach the restroom young lady!” Their Mom yelled back as they pulled into the driveway. “Get out, get out now!”
Lisa hopped out of the car as soon as it came to a stop. She ran over to Ellie’s side and opened the car to find a really desperate Ellie who was hunched over with her hands buried in her between her thighs. “Ellie, we’re home! Come on, don’t pee in the car!” Lisa dragged Ellie out of the car and onto the driveway.
Lisa proceeded to drag Ellie towards the door, only to stop halfway when she heard a loud hissing coming from behind her. She turned around to face Ellie who’s tears flowed down her beet-red face, and pee gushing into her cupped hands. Because she was still holding herself there was no big waterfall; instead everything flowed down, drenched her jeans and ended up in her shoes. Which filled up quickly and began to overflow to create a puddle where she’s standing. “Awww. Did my little sister just wet herself?” Lisa said loudly for their mom to hear.
Without saying their Mom was furious and ordered Ellie to take off her pants right there. “But… But Mom…” Ellie tried to argue, but went quiet after seeing her Mom’s furious face. She obediently slid out of her shoes and peeled off her soaked jeans. Lisa stifled a chuckle as she watched her sister stand there in sodden blue ankle socks and pink panties which had gone dark from the waistband in front to halfway up the back.
“If you need to need to go then you should have said something.” Their Mom lectured Ellie as she pulled over a hose. “Lift up your shirt.”
Although Ellie was dreaded what’s next, she complied. Without another word their Mom turned on the hose and started spraying Ellie. Afterward, Ellie was forced to stand there in her drenched panties which have turned magenta. As an extra punishment: she was not allowed into the house until she had reflected and the carpeted hallway was covered. |
Another experience with my friend and “his” girl.
It was the same friend and the same girl as from my story in the shopping mall.
It was Saturday afternoon. I went with my friend and with one of his girl friends to a soccer game.
At the end of the first half time, my friend went for something to drink.
I watched the girl since a while and my trained eyes told me that she was needing to wee .
The moves with her beautiful slim legs, with her knees and her nude thighs was like a magnet for my eyes.
I used the time when my friend went for the drinks, to ask her.
”It looks like you need to pee. Do you?” i asked.
”I am full to burst “ she answered and groaned.
“Does he not let you ?” i asked.
”No he don’t let me. My last wee was yesterday late afternoon and he did not let me go this morning, she complained.
“Oh girl, your bladder must be to explode, after holding it for so long!“ i said.
“ Does that not hurt?“ i wanted to know.
“Oh yes, my bladder is about to burst and it is painful, all my belly hurts from needing to wee so bad „ she answered.
“How can you endure, not to wee for so long?“ I asked with a contemptuous smile. I reality i was total aroused and i had a problem to hide my cock in my shorts.
“I don’t know how, but i know that i have to.
I need to wee since i went to sleep yesterday and now i am still holding it, feel how swollen my bladder is.” she said and putted my hand on her belly.
Oh my god, what was she doing to me, she made me nearly cum in my shorts.
She did know it very well, what she was doing, she wanted to make me horny on purpose.
She pressed my hand hard against her bulging bladder and started to tremble.
I pressed first soft and then harder and harder and i think that she did like it.
She did like to get tortured and for me it was obvious that she was a little bit maso.
A few minutes later my friend was coming back and a think that he could see what i did with her or better, what she did with me.
Before he did sit down again, he did give us a large coke.
Then he whispered in my ear “did my little slut complain about that, that she is not allowed to piss?”
”She should get punished for that!
She is not allowed to piss since 24 hours and a large coke would be torture for her bladder and punishing enough. What do you think?” he asked me.
He did say it on purpose so loud that she could hear it.
” Oh no, please don’t make me drink some more, i am frantic to wee, i can’t endure that. Let me wee.” she was was begging.
” Is she really able endure that, holding it for so long and drink some more? I think there will be no girl who can endure it “ I whispered in my friends ear.
”Oh yes, my little slutty can do that, she is really, really good in holding and she is maso, she like it to get tortured.
I am a sadist about bladder torture. I love it to torture her bladder more that she would like to get her bladder tortured.
So it is not a question “ can she endure that, she simply has to!” he answered so loud that she could hear it.
„Oh no, my bladder will burst if i drink that and if i can’t wee.“ she said.
“You should drink and not talk so much„said my friend.
He told me silent, that she is not really interested at soccer, he take her to the games only to make her hold.
He love it to know that she would need to wee so bad and he loves it to make full bladder sex after the game.
On the way back to my friends car, the girl could nearly not walk. Her bladder was so full and so heavy and the pressure in her bladder was so strong, that we had to stop sometimes for her, for to cross her beautiful, nude legs.
This girl was so sexy in her desperation, it was nearly not to endure.
“Is it that what you like? Do you like to see me suffer like that?“she asked.
“Oh yes, we love it, we really, really love it!“ my friend answered and he did answer for me too.
On the way home, she was sitting on the back seat.
I always had to turn around to see her, i was forced to do it from my own hornyness.
To know that she did not wee since 26 hours, to see how she did push her short skirt, with both hands between her thighs, so that her slender thighs was nude, up to her panties. To see that her bladder did become so big, that her slim abdomen was rounded and swollen and to hear her groan, from needing to wee so bad, was nearly to much for me.
For me, she was the sexiest girl in the world, at this moment.
How should my story end?
Should my friend invite me for a drink ?
Should we make her drink more and make her hold, until she do it in her panties?
Should we both make full bladder sex with her?
Should we play with her bladder?
Have you any ideas?
For me, it was the best and hottest soccer game i had ever seen, or better i not seen, because i did not really watch the game.
My eyes was at the belly, on the legs and between the nude thighs from this fantastic, sexy and so bursting full girl.
It was cool and the cool wind was blowing between her thighs up to her panties.
I love it and it is arousing for me if girls have naked legs, even it if cold .
Sometimes I could see goose pimples on the smooth skin of her thighs and i think they were not only from the wind, i think it was because she was needing to wee soooooooo really, really bad. |
Disclaimer: This story contains pee desperation, sex acts, and pee holding. This my first story and your comments are appreciated.
Part 1
It was a Friday evening and I was expecting to meet Jenny at my home around 1 PM and we were planning to have alone time until around 5. That weekend, my parents went to their village to see some relatives and I decided that it was the best day to meet Jenny at my home and enjoy some sexy time.
If it is not clear until now, Jenny is my girl friend. Jenny was just 2 years younger than me and was studying an English course after her high school exams while waiting for exam results. I was studying at the university. Although we were dating for 1 year at that time, we never had sex. Premarital sex was not approved in my culture (however I doubt that most people nowadays have sex before marriage anyway). Although we did not care about social norms, we had a mutual agreement that we will wait sometime for penetrative sex. Yet, we managed to enjoy sex through various foreplay methods. She had given me several blowjobs and hand jobs while I gave her some clitoral massages, cunnilingus, and anal rim jobs. I was expecting to receive similar favors on this day.
However, the things did not go as planned initially. Jenny called me in the morning and said that she has an assignment on that day and said that she cannot come to my house. I already cancelled my plans for the day and was angry at her last-minute cancellation. Afterall we were unable to meet for the last three weeks due to my university exams and I was very excited to meet Jenny today.
“Well not everything goes according the plan. I’ll use this time to catch up with marvel movies before the release of Avengers end game” I though and started watching a movie on my laptop.
During the final 30 minutes of the film my phone started ringing. It’s Jenny.
“Hi darling, I’m 10 minutes away from your home”
“But you said that you have an assignment at class”, I said.
“The class got cancelled as our teacher got sick. So I’m coming to you place as planned. I already got down from the bus. Did not want to call you earlier as you were angry with me. I wanted to surprise you”
“Ha ha that’s what happens when you try to avoid me and cancels our plans. Well I’ll keep the door open. Come on in when you arrive”
“Clicked”, I hear the door opens and Jenny was wearing a blue and white striped blouse with a black pencil skirt that is slightly above her knees. I hugged and gave her a warm kiss while squeezing her tight ass.
“You look gorgeous today”
“Thank you baby. Its very hot, I walked almost 10 minutes to come to your home and you did not even come to pick me up on the bike”, she said.
“I would have picked you up from your home, if you decided to come at our original agreed time”, I said.
”Yes I know. Its my mistake. I’m thirsty and need to pee real bad”.
Normally she is shy to mention about her needs. But the urgency has reduced her inhibitions.
“You can have some lemonade to quench your thirst”
“That’s great.”
I gave her a full glass of lemonade and she gulped it.
“Well you disobeyed me by cancelling our plans. You should do something for me as a punishment. Lets see what I get” I asked while touching her legs beneath her skirt.
“I could give you a blow job or may be a handjob”
“That was the original plan. I need something more for your disobedience” I said while lifting her skirt up and exposing her panty. She was wearing a pink cotton panty and she was keeping her legs tight.
“Open your legs darling, I need to give a kiss to your pussy”
“Be gentle. I’m desperate to pee” She hesitantly opened her legs and her panty was fully exposed. Her pink panty had two damp patches near two sides. Has she already leaked ? I wondered. But the dampness was near her inner thighs and not near the pussy. Few strands of pubic hair was poking from the sides of her panty and I could feel the her pubic hair.
“Sorry. I was planning to shave today. But did not bother when I decided to go to class instead of meeting you” Jenny blushed.
“May be I like it better this way” I said. Then I gave a gentle kiss to her pussy over the panty and smelled her panties. I could slightly smell pee mixed with sweat.
“You have sweat a lot”
“Yes. Its very hot outside. Are you happy with what you got” she said mischievously.
“Well, that’s not what I want. You said you want to pee bad right ?” I asked while standing up.
“Yes. Lemonade will increase my need and I need to go to the toilet” she said.
“Let me propose a punishment for you. I will not give you permission to pee until you make me cum”.
“Could you elaborate more about the rules ?” Jenny asked while rearranging her skirt.
“You can shake or suck me for 2-minute intervals. If I did not cum within that period, you must do whatever I say. We can repeat this until I cum. You can pee only after getting me off”
“So what type of things are you going to ask me to do ?”
“I have to think about it. I’ll make sure those tasks wont take more than 3 or 4 minutes to fulfill at max. Also I’ll make sure to include activities that will be pleasurable to you as well. Hope you like be eaten out while desperate to pee”
She blushed when I mentioned that. ”I’m not sure”
“Hey come on. I’m going easy on you. You can think this whole thing as a game. If you make me cum in the first 2 minutes, you may not even need to do anything special and able to pee right away”.
She starts to think about my proposal. I’m an ordinary guy and I rank my sexual performance as above average. Sometimes I have cum within 50-60 seconds and sometimes I was able to hold it for 30 mins. But most of the time I’m able to hold it for around 10 minutes. Jenny is thinking about the same.
“Okay. Deal. I hope I can make you cum quick like that time in the movies” she said.
She was referring to an event that happened as soon as we start dating. After my exams, we went to see a movie and through the first part of the movie, we were touching each other above our clothes. I was so horny and have not masturbated for two weeks due to exam stress. Suddenly she took my cock out, spread her legs to show me her panty and pussy, and started stroking my penis. I ejaculated instantly and uncontrollably on her hands. And some cum landed on her hair as well. She was surprised but at the same time she was happy.
“Well we had phone sex last night as well, I think I can hold it bit longer than that time for sure. But make sure not to leak or wet your self. Then you will lose the whole thing”, I said.
“So let me take your penis out” Jenny said touching my dick over the shorts romantically.
“Not now. I have 15 minutes left in the movie. We’ll start the whole thing after finishing the movie”
“NOOO”
to be continued..... |
First off I used to work in heating and cooling... second off the names are fake... enjoy
One Sunday night the ac stops working at your house and you call out a service tech to come and take a look at it. Turns out that it cant be fixed and needs to be replaced. You just so happen to call the company that i work for and the only time anyone is availble to do it is monday during the day. You get stuck with the task of staying home while it gets fixed.
I wake up monday morning pull on some jeans and my work shirt and grab my thermos full of coffee and head to the shop to see where i will be working. Getting to the shop i find out that i will be changeing the ac at your house but since we are so busy i wont be another helper " great its gonna be a shitty day" i think to myself and down another cup or two of coffee as i load up my van and head to your house.
Pulling up to your house about 930 i ring the door bell and wait. A minute or two goes by and nothing so i ring it again and check the adress. Its right. So i call the home number on my paperwork and it starts to ring. Turns out you forgot all about me coming to fix it and are snapped awake by the phone ringing. Wakeing up you grab the phone and remember what you were supposed to do you tell me that you will be down in two minutes to let me in and decide that you should get dressed because all you are wearing is a thong and tank top. So there i am standing at the front door waiting and you are trying to decide what to wear. So haveing trouble decideing you decide to peek out the window to see if it was an old man or not. You decide that i look kinds cute from a distance and pick out a short tennis skirt pull it over your thong and just leave your tank top on without a bra and hurry down the stairs to let me in.
Answering the door you feel the cold air hit your nipples and you see me blush a little bit and get dis oreintated. You giggle a little and invite me inside ( thinking to yourself he looks a lot better then he did from far away). Following you inside i ask where the furnace is and where the thermostat is. You reply its upstairs i will show you...
Waking tword the stairs you discretley hike your skirt up just a little more and walk up real slowly making sure to arch your back so i have a clear veiw up your skirt... And i did 🙂 by the time i got to the top of the stairs i was starting to feel my cock get harder. Your eyes shot right to it as you were showing me around. You procede to show me where the furnace and ac is all while doing this you watch me down another large cup of coffee. As im getting my tools together you tell me "by the way my name is camile if you need anything i will be around all day. Im going to go hop in the shower so you can get right to work"."well nice to meet you im steve". I reply and blushing a little i ask " is there another bathroom here?"
Feeling your pussy tingle a little you giggle and reply " nope sorry but i wont be too long"
So, you run upstairs to hop in the shower. “im gonna take my time” you think to yourself. Stripping down you start to rub your pussy just a little and formulate your plan…
Meanwhile I have already started working in the basement and can hear all the water running down the pipes, which isn’t helping my situation, but it is helping me to work faster. The whole time im working im just waiting and praying to hear the rushing water stop. You finish up your shower and find the shortest towel you can to wrap yourself in. Grinning an evil grin to yourself you lock the door from the inside and step out into the hallway.
Just about this time I am finally finishing up in the basement, and starting to cart my tools back up the stairs to go work on the outside unit. Biteing my lip the whole time and curseing myself for drinking so much coffee.
Coming through the door to the basement stairs I almost run into you and smile and blush when I see what you are wearing. You just smile and say “Sorry I took so long, do you still need to use the bathroom?”
Stammering I reply “ uhhh… yea… that would be great.” Inside my head I am rejoiceing , finally relief is near I thought.
“let me show you where it is” you coo and lead me back up the stairs making sure I get another full view of your perfect ass. Approching the door you “accidentally” let the top of your towel slide to just above your nipples, and as you turn around to face me you hike it up exposing an inch of your tight pussy. You step to the side motioning me to the door, and as I move tword it you step into me just enough to rub your tits on my arm. “sorry” you giggle as you watch my cock swell more in my pants. “no problem” I studder and grab the door handle…
My bladder starts to relax as it senses relief so close, but as I try to turn the handle it doesn’t budge. The shock of it staying in one place jars me and I feel a quick jet of warmth release into my jeans. Quickly cutting it off and pressing my thighs together I ask “does the nob stick or something, is there a trick to this door?”
Looking straight into my eyes you say “no, that’s weird” “It must be locked” and rubbing my thigh playfully just a little you whisper close “It will be okay, I think I know where an extra key is, I will start looking after I get dressed.”
I am caught off guard and as you go into you room, you grab the door with one hand and just before closing it you let the towel drop to the ground and slowly shut the door.
As you shut the door my hand speeds toward my swollen cock, I grasp it hard and decide that I am going to try to use a bush or something out by the outdoor AC unit covertly. Thinking no one could see me I half shuffled and held myself all the way to my work van to get more tools, as I took a break by the back doors squeezing and massageing my cock trying to maintain control…
But…
Someone could see me. You were standing my the window the whole time, your fingers making little circles around your swollen clit. Nearing the point of making yourself cum, you quickly pulled on nothing but a short loose fitting sundress completely naked underneath and downed a large glass of water, refilled it and hurried out to the back deck and took a seat right by the AC unit.
Regaining my composure I quickly sped to the back yard thinking I saw a bush or something to pee on next to the AC unit. As I got close to the corner of the house, I already started to unzip my jeans in anticipation of the relief when I got there. Turning the corner though I looked up and saw you sitting in a chair legs crossed with an evil grin on your face.
“something wrong, Stevie” you asked playfully (nobody calls me that but I wasn’t going to argue, all I wanted was relief)
“uhhh nothing” I stammered zipper still down trying to fight off all the mornings coffee that was trying to make its way into my tight blue jeans.
“Really” you said “It doesn’t look like nothing from here, How long do you think this will take till youre done out here?”
“umm about a half an hour” I replied
An evil look came over your face again and you smile, holding a key up you said “You better hurry then, cause it looks like you really really need this”
Blushing I got right back to work but I just couldn’t sit still and I had to use both hands to install it so I kept bouncing and squirming around. About 10 minutes in I felt another hard pulse in my bladder and another slow warm trickle of pee seep into my jeans my hand quickly shot to my crotch and I looked over my shoulder only to see you smiling and biting your lip. Looking down I realized that there was now a small wet patch on the crotch of my pants and I was about to loose all control of my bladder. I stood up and kinda crossed my legs, and not caring what you thought anymore asked you “can I have the key now? Im almost done.”
“Almost? How much longer?” you asked
“about ten minutes” was my reply
“Well you better hurry.. looks to me like you have to pee real bad” you giggled and smiled at me
“what? Why not?” I pleaded as I started to shuffle and squirm in place.
“Well… I kinda like watching you squirm” you said as you uncrossed and recrossed your legs exposing your wet tight pussy to me. “better hurry steve, if you are gonna stay dry”
Getting back to work I was just finishing up as I turned to look at you I saw you playing with your pussy through your dress, your eyes caught mine and you didn’t stop, all you did is ask “done yet steve?”
“yea” was all I could manage “can we hurry now, lemme see that key”
“whats the hurry” you asked dangling the key in front of my face. instead of taking the back slider in and going straight up the stairs you said:”It’s a nice day out lets take the long way around”
Not wanting to protest I followed you around to the front door. Walking inside you turned around quickly only to see me with both hands clutching my crotch. You grabbed both my wrists and slid my hands to your toned ass as you kissed me and grabbed my cock through my wet jeans and whispered in my ear “whats the matter steve? I don’t think you are going to make it”
“I can make it camile” I say as I tried to grab the key and push by you, but you snatched them away just before I could get them from you
“no grabbing” you scolded and kissed me again but this time you tickled my side a little causing me to pee some more in my jeans. Feeling the wet spot spread a little you whisper “we better head upstairs”
Running up the stairs I got to the locked door and jiggled the handle and looked down for the keys but you were only on the third step and walking slowlyyyy Standing in front of the door dancing like a 5 year ols both hands on my cock, every couple of seconds I felt another warm trickle in my jeans as the dark spot started to spread on my crotch. “finally” I thought as you walked up to me, but you pinned me to the door with both hands above my head.you started kissing me undoing my belt and slideing a hand around my cock you started to stroke me up and down. My body started to go limp and as you slowly let go of my dick I couldn’t keep it in anymore you zipped me back up and tightened my belt and unlocked the bathroom door, but you rushed in in front of me. I was so close to peeing but at this point you were sitting on the potty lid closed with your legs spread and the top of your dress pulled down.
“out of my way im gonna pee my pants” I cry as I dance in front of you. You grab both of my hands and place one on your clit and one on your nipple “make me cum and I will move” you whisper. Rubbing your slippery wet clit I see you start to rock back and forth and I slip a finger inside you. Hearing your breathing getting faster and faster I grasp your nipple and kiss you deeply, feeling you in the first stages of orgasm. As you ride it out you stand up and pin both of my hands above my head, that’s too much for my bladder to hold and I start struggleing to break free, and all of the sudden I feel the dam break and my jeans start getting wetter and wetter.
“im going in my pants” I moan as it all floods out
“aww big man couldn’t hold it” you tease
As I finish up soaking my pants you get down to your knees and undo mu belt and start playing with my long hard cock. You take just the tip of it in your mouth and start to stroke the base and shaft. Stopping you stand up and I pin you faceing the wall. Pulling your dress up I slowly slide my cock into your tight pussy from behind. Once I am all the way in I start thrusting in and out slowly until I feel you start to tense up.
“oh god steve that feels really good, but can you stop for a second I really need to pee?”
“not till you cum” I reply thrusting harder and faster you feel yourself about to cum and I start putting pressure on your bladder. Finally its all too much for you and you feel your body tense you as your pussy contracts your bladder cant hold anymore. Warmth starts to trickle the flow down your legs and soon it’s a full stream flowing over my balls. Your contracting pussy and the warmth around me iss too much as I start to cum inside you, making you cum again even harder. Finishing up you throw me into the shower and hop in after me.
“what time is it” I ask
“noon” you reply “we have time for a nap and another round before I gotta be anywhere”
Getting out of the shower you hand me a liter of water “here drink this and then we will go take a nap…”
Well what does everyone think? I'm not so sure about the title... |
It’s not a date, Lance tells himself, for maybe the hundredth time that day. He’s just taking me to see a movie, and that’s only because we’re both fans of the series. There’s nothing strictly romantic about seeing a movie with a friend, right?
Still, that doesn’t stop his heart from pounding rapidly inside his chest, or his hands from shaking and sweating, or his mouth and throat from going completely dry. He swallows nervously, wiping his palms along the side of his jeans as subtly as he can, his throat working hard against the lump that’s lodged itself there.
Keith notices. Of course he does, because for all that he pretends to be an oblivious idiot, he does on occasion pay attention to his surroundings. He taps Lance on the shoulder gently, tilting his head to the side in a way that can’t possibly be as cute as it is.
“You thirsty?” he asks, his eyes flickering down to Lance’s mouth for a second, setting his skin on fire.
“I-I’m fine!” Lance replies, but his voice sounds strained even to his own ears. Keith raises an eyebrow, then turns back to face the concessions counter. He’s already ordered a large popcorn for the two of them to share, and a box of Sour Patch Kids that’s probably about half as full as it’s advertised to be.
“Can we get two large sodas, too?” Keith asks, reaching for his wallet. Lance scrambles inside his backpack for the money he’d put aside for their not-date, but Keith’s other hand shoots out to stop him before he can offer to pay for half.
“It’s my treat,” he says, a small smile on his face, and Lance practically melts right there. He’s seriously a goner at this point.
The cashier returns with two comically sized cups of coke, and Keith pays quickly, handing one of the cups and the box of popcorn to Lance before they make their way over to the theater. They’re seeing the newest Voltron movie, the one that just came out a couple of days prior. Lance has been looking forward to it for months, and seeing it with Keith is the icing on the cake.
They settle into their seats as the previews start, and once again Lance finds himself getting nervous. He pops a couple of pieces of popcorn into his mouth and chews quickly, then takes a couple of long sips of his drink. He feels hot sitting this close to Keith, and the salt from the popcorn isn’t helping his dry mouth, but if he stops eating he doesn’t know where he’ll put his hands, so he keeps going anyway. By the time the movie actually starts, his cup is half empty.
Voltron: Defender of Life is amazing, as expected. Lance almost forgets his nerves entirely, being so sucked into the plot that he doesn’t even realize Keith’s hand is brushing against his underneath the armrest. Just as he suspected, nothing can take him out of the universe of paladins and space lions with a healthy side of relationship drama.
Well, almost nothing can. Halfway into the movie he shifts to get more comfortable and feels a short pang from his bladder. He winces, glancing down at his soda cup once again. He can see through the clear lid that he’s already drank most of it, which explains the tight, aching feeling in his abdomen. He should probably head to the bathroom as soon as the movie is over, save himself from further pain.
His saving grace is the fact that once the movie is over, Keith will most likely have to go to the bathroom, too. They had the same size sodas, which means if Lance is feeling the urge to go, Keith will probably be feeling it just as strongly. That means they’ll both be able to go without one of them awkwardly having to wait for the other one, which gives him some semblance of hope.
He tries to pay attention to the movie from then on, but once he’d realized how much he needs to use the bathroom, he can’t get the feeling to go away. It’s like a nagging presence in the back of his brain, reminding him every now and then with little pangs of aching that he shouldn’t have drank his soda so early on into the showing. By the time the credits roll, he’s not even sad about the movie being over--he just wants to find a bathroom before things get worse for him.
“Did you like it?” Keith asks as they stand, waiting for the people next to them to file out of the theater before it’s their turn to exit.
“Huh?” Lance replies, shifting his weight from foot to foot. Standing upright--and standing still, at that--has not done any favors for his situation, but like hell he’ll ever show his need in front of Keith. The two of them may be on friendlier terms now, but that doesn’t mean Keith won’t make fun of him if he starts whining and dancing like a child.
“I asked if you liked the movie,” Keith says again, tilting his head towards the screen. “I thought it was good. The Voltron directors really know what they’re doing by now.”
“O-Oh, yeah,” Lance agrees with a rapid string of nods. “I liked it a lot, too. Um, Akira is really hot, don’t you think?”
“Akira, huh?” Keith muses. “I kind of liked Leandro, actually.”
Lance forces himself to chuckle as the line of viewers makes its way towards the exit. He picks up his now empty soda cup, then reaches for Keith’s, and his heart drops into his stomach.
Keith’s cup of soda is almost completely full, barely having been touched throughout the entire movie. Not to mention the fact that sweat has started to form on the outside of the cup, wetting his hand and making him shiver involuntarily. This is bad, he thinks, rocking his hips to the side once when he’s sure Keith isn’t looking. If he doesn’t have to pee, there’s no way I’ll be able to go without making it awkward! I should have thought ahead…
Well, there’s nothing to do about it now. His only choice is to suck it up and wait during the half-hour long ride back to his house. Sure, he’s pretty uncomfortable right now, but he’ll be able to wait a half an hour. He’s seventeen, for crying out loud, not some little helpless kid! No seventeen-year-old asks their not-date to wait for them while they run to the bathroom because they can’t hold it any longer.
With his mind made up, he shuffles out of the row of seats behind Keith, using the opportunity of his turned back to squeeze his thighs together as he moves. This is--this is fine. He’s fine! He can totally hold it until he gets home.
The lights are so bright when he exits the theater that he has to squint his eyes against the glare. He’d almost forgotten how light the rest of the world was, being submerged in the darkness of the theater for over two hours. As he lets his eyes adjust, he catches sight of a blue hanging sign with the symbols for the men’s and women’s bathrooms installed in a corridor to their left. His eyes drift down, and he winces as though he were in physical pain.
There’s a long, long line trailing out of both the men’s and women’s bathrooms. It stretches from the entrance to the bathroom almost all the way to the theater they’d just come out of, and from the looks of it, it doesn’t seem to be moving very quickly at all. A few people have even taken out their phones to kill time.
None of this bodes well for Lance. If he hadn’t been sure about holding it all the way home before, this definitely would have cemented his resolve. There’s no way he’s going to make Keith stand there and wait for him while he inches his way through the slowest moving line of all time! Not only would that be beyond embarrassing for him, it would totally ruin the good mood they’d had coming into the date-
The not-date. It’s not a date.
He takes a deep breath and tears his eyes away from the line and the temptation of the bathroom, turning instead to the trash can on his other side. He tosses his empty cup into the bin, then holds up the other one with a questioning look towards Keith.
“I’m done with it,” Keith tells him, crushing the bag of popcorn and throwing it after Lance’s cup. “Guess I wasn’t as thirsty as I thought.”
“O-Okay,” Lance says, placing the cup at the top of the nearly-full garbage can and immediately reaching down to wipe his damp hand on the leg of his pants. He shudders at the thought of an entire large cup of soda inside him, making its way into his already stretched-out bladder. He grits his teeth and forces himself to straighten up, falling into step with Keith as they head towards the exit.
Half an hour left, he thinks, not daring to imagine what would happen if they were to get stuck in traffic. You can do this. Do not let Keith know you have to go. There’s no way you’ll live it down.
“Are you hungry at all?” Keith asks with a glance towards the stairs that lead to the food court. “We could get something to eat. I know food court food isn’t great, but it’s better than nothing. All you’ve eaten since we got here is popcorn.”
“I’m fine!” Lance says, maybe a bit too quickly to be casual. “I-I mean, if you’re hungry, we can stop by, but I’m okay.”
“Hm,” Keith hums. “I’m not really hungry, either.”
“Alright!”
They continue on their way towards the exit, although Keith keeps stopping to look inside each store they pass and making small talk about the stuff displayed in the windows. (He seems particularly skeptical of the mannequins inside the Gap.) Lance does his best to respond normally, but his jokes seem to fall flat, and he can tell he’s acting a little bit strange. It’s too bad he’s in such a rush to get home--he’d be having a great time if he weren’t so uncomfortable. He’s starting to consider if the word desperate applies to the situation yet, or if he’s still got a ways to go before he can claim to be so. He shifts his hips side to side once, trying to make it look like he’s just restless, but it doesn’t help at all.
He’s taken three more steps towards the door, which is in his line of sight now and looks terribly inviting, when he realizes Keith isn’t by his side anymore. Confused, he turns to look the way they’d come and sees Keith standing in front of yet another store. This one has skateboard decks lined up with the colorful sides showing, and behind that are Thrasher jackets and snapbacks and other skater gear.
Keith isn’t saying anything this time. He seems distracted, staring intently at one of the decks with a familiar red lion on the underside.
“Keith?” Lance calls out. “What’s up, buddy?”
Keith blinks, then shakes his head once. His hair falls back in front of his face, perfect as ever. “Sorry,” he says. “I just- That’s a really nice deck.”
Lance starts to speak, to ask if he wants to go in, when his bladder gives off a pang of hurt far more intense than the aching he’d experienced before. He hisses, crossing one leg over the other and bending forward slightly, bobbing on the spot. He bites at his lip until it hurts, squeezing his thighs together as tight as he can and shifting his legs back and forth slightly, holding his breath against the wave of desperation--yes, desperation now. His hands are shoved into his jacket pockets, balled into fists as he tries to will the feeling away.
Once he’s sure he’s in no immediate danger, and the throbbing feeling in his bladder has reduced itself enough, he lets out a long, shaky breath. He’s fine. He’s fine. He’s got everything under control.
Glancing up, he finds that Keith has already turned back to admire the skateboard deck in the window. Thank god, he thinks, letting out another sigh of relief. (Not that kind of relief, though. He’s still got a long way to go before he gets that.)
“It okay if we go in?” Keith asks, glancing over his shoulder for a second. Lance nods, not trusting his voice not to shake or his mouth not to blurt out that he’d really like to be heading home right about now.
He shuffles after Keith into the skate shop, worrying his lip between his teeth as he moves. He probably won’t take long, he tells himself as Keith loops around to the other side of the window to look at the deck. Besides, you’re not a kid anymore. You can wait a few more minutes than you thought.
Still, he can’t seem to take his mind off his bladder no matter how hard he tries to. The need to pee is overtaking his mind and body at once, forcing him to keep moving around the store or shifting from side to side and chewing on his lip until it’s red and puffy. He just wants to go, in more ways than one. He hates needing to pee in public, especially when he’s out with his friends and can’t conveniently find an excuse to slip away. Maybe he should have asked Keith to wait at the skate shop while he went to the bathroom, but he doesn’t know this mall well, and he’s never been very good with maps, which probably would have left him wandering around searching for a restroom for minutes on end while Keith stood inside the shop, wondering what was taking him so long.
Stop thinking about it, idiot! he berates himself as his bladder contracts sharply, the mental image of a bathroom almost too much for him to take. He hisses in pain and just barely thinks to duck behind a rack of skateboard decks before shoving his hand deep between his legs, pressing the heel of his hand down hard against his crotch. He bends one knee, lifting his foot off the ground as he twists his leg inwards against the other and clenches his other fist against his thigh, praying for the urge to go away. His bladder aches persistently, demanding that he find relief soon before something bad happens, but at this point he’s made up his mind. He’ll hold it until he gets home, or he’ll die trying.
(It’s starting to feel like that’s a real possibility, at this point. He vaguely remembers reading about the human bladder and how it can explode under too much pressure, and it definitely feels like there’s enough pressure down there right now, but he refuses to believe that his stupid pride could be responsible for bodily damage, especially when it comes to something so stupid.)
“Sir?” a soft voice comes from behind him, and he whips around, his hand flying away from his crotch and behind his back, foot landing firmly on the ground once again. A small employee stands in front of him, one eyebrow raised, and a flush of embarrassment settles over his cheeks as he realizes they’d seen the whole thing.
“Are you doing okay, sir?” the employee asks, the double meaning clear in their voice. “Need help with anything?”
“I’m fine!” Lance insists, though his voice comes out squeaky and unconvincing. Just great, he groans internally. The poor kid probably thinks he’s jacking off in their store, when the last thing on his mind right now is sex. “Just… Admiring the skateboards, you know?”
“Yeah…” the employee says, sounding far from convinced. “Well, let us know if we can help you at all.”
“I will,” Lance says too quickly, all too eager to get out of the kid’s line of sight. At least it was just some stranger that saw him hold himself like a child, and not someone he knows. (Specifically, not Keith.)
Once he’s alone again, he leans against the closest wall and sighs, crossing one leg over the other and tipping his head back to bump against the exposed brick. He focuses on taking even breaths, in and out, hoping that if he calms his mind down it’ll work on the rest of his body, too. He feels too tense, too high-strung for someone who’s known for being easygoing and chill. He needs to calm down and handle the, er, situation with a level head, or else he really isn’t going to make it.
He feels a tap on his shoulder, and snaps his head forward so fast he almost gets dizzy. Upon opening his eyes, he finds Keith standing in front of him, the deck from before tucked under his arm.
“Gonna get it?” Lance asks, his voice shaky in a way he can’t excuse. Keith raises an eyebrow at him, but doesn’t pry.
“Yeah, I think so,” he says, reaching up to run his finger along the smooth, wooden edge of the deck. “Do you mind waiting while I pay for it?”
Lance glances towards the counter at the front of the store, his heart sinking when he sees the short line of people waiting to buy their skate gear. “Sure,” he agrees, trying not to sigh out loud. He’s not annoyed with Keith, not really. He just wants to get home as fast as possible.
“Thanks,” Keith says, then turns towards the checkout counter. Lance counts the number of items visible in the customers’ hands as he waits, partly to distract himself from the nagging feeling in his abdomen and partly to calculate about how long he’ll have to wait until they finally get out of there.
The minutes tick down agonizingly slowly, and with each passing second Lance feels closer and closer to losing control. He really can’t remember the last time he’d needed to pee this bad outside of his own home. Sure, he gets distracted easily, but most of the time when he feels something this urgent, he gives up on whatever he’s doing and listens to his body.
He remembers once, back in fifth grade, he’d been so sucked into a new video game he’d received for Christmas that he hadn’t moved from in front of the TV for a solid seven hours. That, coupled with the numerous cans of Mountain Dew that he’d chugged in between battles had been a very uncomfortable recipe for disaster. He’d ended up running to the bathroom as soon as the last battle was over with his hands between his legs, dribbling little droplets of warm urine on the hard wood floor as he’d ran. Luckily, he’d made it to the toilet just in time and had been able to clean up the mess before anyone else figured out what was going on, but it had still been way too close a call.
He also remembers the incredible feeling of much-needed relief that had washed over him as soon as he’d started pissing in earnest, and the thought sends a shudder through his body. If it had felt that good back then, with his tiny fifth-grade bladder stretched to the limits, just imagine how nice it would feel to let go now, at seventeen, with a tank almost as full as it had been before, only scaled up to size. It would probably be the most insanely pleasurable feeling right now, letting go all over the floor and finally, finally being able to relax once again.
He barely stops himself from letting out a shrill, ear-splitting squeal as he feels a few drops of pee escape him, dripping out of the slit of his dick and moistening his underwear where it sits right over his entrance. He freezes, tensing every muscle in his body to stop the leak, holding his breath and bracing himself against the wall until his legs hurt, keeping his thighs locked together as tight as they’ll go.
This is bad. This is really bad. He’s reaching uncharted levels of desperation, and he’s not sure if and how he’s going to survive the half-hour long car ride back to his house with his pants and his dignity intact. It just doesn’t seem possible, to hold this much pee that much longer. He already feels so full, and it hasn’t even been that long since he’d finished his soda. What if his body filters his fluids on the ride home and adds even more urine to the mix?
God, he’s getting even more desperate just thinking about it. He lets out a pained sigh through his teeth and cracks his eye open, thanking the heavens that Keith is next in line. He grits his teeth and bears the aching in his abdomen as he watches Keith pay, and as soon as the employee hands the receipt over he’s making his way over, meeting Keith halfway to the door.
“Ready to go?” he asks, a little bit too quickly, but he’s not in the right state of mind to cover for it. He needs to get out of here, needs to go home so he can pee, and then he can come up with some sort of excuse for his behavior.
“Yeah,” Keith says, hooking his arm around the deck and leading the way towards the parking lot. For someone so short, he is a relatively quick walker, and Lance is both thankful and resentful of that face. The quick pace means that they’ll arrive at the car sooner, but it also gives Lance less rope to manage his desperation. He doesn’t want to take such long strides to keep up--he wants to press his legs together and bend his knees and hobble along at a pace unsuited to someone so tall and lanky, but wouldn’t that look suspicious. So instead he kind of awkwardly moves his hips forwards and backwards and side to side, hoping that it isn’t terribly obvious what his problem is. At least Keith is walking ahead of him so he won’t be able to tell.
They make it to the car. Keith throws his new deck in the back seat, then settles into the driver’s side, waiting for Lance to sit down as well. The car is a little small, which means he has to bend his knees and hunch his shoulders to fit inside comfortably--although nothing he’s doing is comfortable at this point. At last, they’re both situated, and Keith takes off in the direction of home.
They talk a little, for the first ten minutes or so of the drive, and despite Lance’s desperate state clouding his mind until he has trouble following the conversation, it does help get his mind off of his current situation. Keith asks him more questions about the new Voltron movie, and they even get a new theory started that Akira is actually part of the Galran race as well as being human, but by the time they’ve fully fleshed it out, he’s back to clenching his fists by his side and taking steadying breaths in and out.
God, what he wouldn’t give to be able to grab himself right now. He just wants to squirm and dance around until he makes it to a bathroom, but he can’t do that with Keith barely a foot away, expecting him to contribute to the conversation with absolutely no idea what Lance’s problem is. So he’s forced to sit there, rigid and stiff, unable to do anything to relieve the horrible, aching pressure between his hips.
That is, until they hit a bump.
It’s not a huge, car-crashing, concussion-dealing bump, but nonetheless it is a bump, and as soon as the front tire hits whatever object was in the way, Lance loses control for just a second. There’s a heart-stopping moment while they’re in the air when he realizes that this is his ultimate doom, and when they hit the ground once again, he feels a long, hot jet of piss squirt out of him, wetting the inside of his boxers with a soft hiss.
He gasps, doubling over in his seat and slamming his legs together, both hands flying down to bury themselves between his legs as he openly squirms back and forth, doing everything in his power to stop himself from flooding his pants and the seat of Keith’s car right then and there. The pressure in his bladder spikes as he attempts to get his body back under control, urging him to keep going, to give up and let go and finally achieve the blissful feeling of emptiness he’s been craving for so long now, but he won’t. With a groan of pain, he clenches his sphincter muscles as tight as he can, wrapping both hands around the head of his dick and squeezing as if his life depends on it, arching his back and lifting his hips off the seat of the car, and at last gets the stream under control.
He can feel the wetness of his underwear, the sticky warmth spreading inside his pants but thankfully not soaking through to the outside. He can also feel Keith’s eyes on him, and all of a sudden his entire face bursts into a blush, shame overtaking him.
“Are you okay, Lance?” Keith asks, even though Lance is clearly not okay.
“Ahh… I’m…” Lance grunts, “I’m fine…”
Keith, obviously, is not convinced. “Do you need to pee?” he asks, rather bluntly, but Lance is in no position to judge his social etiquette when he still has both hands wrapped around his dick in a rather public setting.
“M-Maybe a little,” he breathes, his cheeks reddening further. “I, ah, fuck, I might have drained my, uh, my soda too fast b-back at the movie theater.”
His brow is covered in a sheen of sweat from the amount of effort he’s putting into holding it in, and his whole body feels tense and tired, like it’s just waiting for him to give into relief.
“Um… Do you think you can make it?” Keith asks, awkward. “We can go to my house instead if you want. It’s a little bit closer. Or I can pull over, if you need me to.”
Pull over! Lance’s brain screams, alarm bells ringing all around his head. “We should go- mmh, we should go to your pl- place,” he stammers as another wave of intense desperation overtakes him. “Please,” he adds as an afterthought, barely conscious of himself anymore.
“Sure,” Keith agrees, and speeds up just a little bit. He seems to be keeping his eyes on the road, which Lance is immensely grateful for, considering the fact that he couldn’t stop squirming now that he’s started even if his life depended on it. His whole body feels flushed and hot, and the wet fabric of his underwear keeps sliding against the head of his dick, teasing him with what he can’t have. He feels another leak run down to the tip of his shaft and whimpers pathetically, mouth dropping open into a gasp as he cuts it off just in time.
“You sure you’re, uh, gonna be okay?” Keith asks again, then coughs awkwardly. “I don’t mind pulling over if you-”
“I’ll make it,” Lance pants, then lets out a particularly embarrassing moan. The surges of desperation are coming faster to him now, giving him less time to recover before the next one hits him. It’s pure torture. He’s positive that he’s never had to pee this badly in his entire life, fifth grade video gaming session be damned. He’s sweaty, his muscles are sore, and he keeps making the most incriminating noises, like a cross between a wounded animal and a porn star.
He bucks his hips forward into his hands, practically grinding against his own palms as he searches for relief in any form. He’s at the stage of pure, utter agony where nothing seems like it helps anymore, and yet he knows for sure that if he lets go of his crotch he’ll lose it all right then and there. Switching back and forth between hunching over in his seat and arching his back so far that his ass lifts off the seat, he takes his lip between his teeth again to keep himself from moaning and whimpering. It doesn’t work in the slightest, but the pain from his teeth sinking into his skin is a welcome change from the pain in his bladder.
“C-Can you, ahh, mh, can you h-hurry?” he pleads, tilting his head back and staring at the roof of the car as hot breaths escape past his lips. He swears he needs to piss so bad he can almost taste it, which is disgusting, but it really is what he feels like right now.
“I’m trying,” Keith tells him, and speeds up once again. Lance thanks the gods in heaven that they haven’t run into traffic--he doesn’t know if he can make it another five minutes, let alone however long being stuck on the road would take them.
Scratch that, he realizes as another spurt of hot piss escapes him. He’s not sure he can last another sixty seconds, let alone five minutes. He keens into the air, double-crossing his legs and shifting from side to side as fast as possible, cursing the way the band of his jeans is digging into his poor, overfilled bladder. Torture, indeed.
“We’re almost there,” Keith promises over Lance’s breathy pants and whines. “Just hold on a minute longer.”
I’m doing my best! Lance thinks to himself as another squirt of pee threatens to escape. He can feel a wet patch soaking into the outside fabric of his jeans now, and the warm, wet sensation makes him groan out loud. God, this is so embarrassing, this whole thing is so embarrassing, but he truly can’t help it at this point.
“Hang on, hang on,” he whispers to himself, closing his eyes tight. His hands are shaking now--his whole body is shaking, but he’s almost there, so close to relief, and he absolutely cannot give up now that he’s made it this far.
The car turns suddenly, and then Keith is tapping him on the shoulder, and he’s opening his eyes to see a familiar looking house in front of him. “I’ll go unlock the door,” Keith says, and Lance could almost cry from relief, but he’s not there yet. Shakily, he removes one hand, and immediately a jet of piss soaks through his jeans and into his palm. God, it feels so good to let go but he can’t, not yet, and he could almost cry from how much he needs to go. In fact, a few tears are stinging his eyes right now, but he couldn’t care less at this point.
With a moan, he reaches for the car door and opens it, then lifts one shaking leg and places it on the ground. So far, so good. He follows his first foot with the other, and then uses the last of his remaining strength to pull himself out of the car, and-
The longest jet of pee yet escapes him, spurting hot against his leg and dripping down to his mid thigh. He lets out an absolutely wrecked, desperate moan and stumbles towards the door, where Keith is still fumbling with a ring of keys that has yet to unlock the house.
“K-Keith,” Lance pants, clutching himself tight and staggering onto the front porch. “Keith, hurry! I’m- aahh, Keith, help!”
“Just hold it a second longer!” Keith tells him in a panic, but Lance can’t. He’s been holding it for far too long already, and his poor bladder is tired and his muscles are weak and he just can’t anymore. With one final push of energy, he rips his hands away from his crotch, jams his legs against each other and tears at the button of his jeans, unhooking it on the second try and reaching for his fly zipper as a steady leak starts to make its way down his leg once again. He tears down his zipper and turns to the side, shoving his underwear aside and fishing his dick out, pointing it towards the little patch of grass and flowers on the side and finally letting go.
His mind goes blank from the pure, unadulterated relief of the moment, eyes fluttering shut and legs going to jelly as he at last lets himself relax and empty his bladder. He feels like he could collapse at any minute, staggering a step backwards and accidentally splashing some piss on the concrete porch before he has a chance to re-aim. He can hear the embarrassingly loud splashing against the stone surface, but it’s not enough to bring him back to the moment. He lets out a long, blissful sigh, too caught up in his continuous relief to really be aware of it.
The feeling of emptying his bladder after all this time is nothing short of the best thing he’s ever felt, almost (but not quite) making up for the two and a half hours of agony he’d had to go through to get here. So close to a bathroom, and yet it had still been too far for him to make it. And even through his empty-minded, pleasure-enduced haze, he suddenly realizes what it is he’s doing.
He’s pissing into a patch of grass in front of his crush’s house. In front of his crush. With absolutely no way to stop now that he’s started, and with pretty much nothing to hide himself from Keith, who’s probably shocked and disgusted with him right now. And with that thought in mind, after almost a full minute of going full force, he forces his eyes open and almost against his will meets Keith’s gaze.
Keith is staring at him, wide-eyed, a dark pink blush spread across his cheeks. He’s definitely shocked, yes, but he almost seems embarrassed rather than disgusted. His eyes keep flitting away from Lance’s and then back, unsure of what to focus on. Lance feels his own face heat up as his stream tapers off, losing force and dripping a few more droplets onto the stone porch before he’s finally empty.
The two of them stand there in silence for almost thirty seconds, although it feels like a small eternity to Lance. He tucks himself away, then stands there opening and closing his mouth uselessly, like a fish out of water. “Keith, I-” he starts, but nothing else will come out. He’s empty in more ways than one, apparently.
“Lance…” Keith says, eyes darting down to the puddle between Lance’s legs before flying back up to his face, cheeks reddening even further.
“I’m so sorry,” Lance blurts, reaching up to clap his hand against his mouth but aborting the movement as soon as he realizes his hands are wet and sticky with pee. Ew.
“No, it’s-,” Keith stammers, shaking his head. “It’s fine. Don’t worry about it, okay?”
“But I just… You know. In front of you.”
“You-” Keith says, shaking his head again, more firmly this time. “You couldn’t help it, okay? So don’t worry about it. I’m just glad you’re not… uncomfortable anymore.”
“You’re not angry?” Lance asks, hesitant.
“Angry? Of course not.” Keith frowns. “It’s not your fault, Lance. You really couldn’t wait, and that’s fine. I should have realized what was going on sooner. I just thought you weren’t having a good time on the date.”
“What? Of course I was having a good time on the- What?!”
Lance cuts himself off again, recoiling in surprise. Surely he can’t have heard that right, right? Surely Keith hadn’t just called it a date after watching him practically piss himself less than five feet in front of the front door.
“I thought you didn’t want to go out with me, after all,” Keith admits, shuffling his feet on the ground awkwardly. “So I’m actually kind of glad that you had to pee.”
Lance can’t help it. He bursts out laughing, hand hovering in front of his mouth as he leans against the side of the house. His stomach hurts from the holding combined with his laughter, but he doesn’t even care anymore. Only Keith could turn such an awkward situation into a heartfelt confession. (Well, as heartfelt as Keith can be, the socially awkward dummy.)
“What?” Keith asks, confusion rising in his voice. “Why are you laughing?”
“Because,” Lance says, straightening up and not even bothering to wipe the huge smile off his face. “I had a really good time. And if you’re really not grossed out by everything that just happened-”
“I’m not,” Keith insists, but Lance holds up a hand to stop him before he can protest further.
“If you’re not, then I’d really like to try this whole date thing again,” he finishes, tilting his head to the side and looking at Keith fondly.
“You really want to?” Keith asks hesitantly, looking up at Lance.
“Of course,” Lance says, smiling even bigger. “And next time, I’ll make sure to go to the bathroom after the movie.” |
This story contain scat
I know what you say. My work again and I again trying to write fan fiction on Gup (Girls und panzer). But I paid attention to English and found the best translator.
Ok. I read one fanfiction on gup in this style and decided to take it as a basis.
Katyusha, as always asked Nonna to sleep near, of course, she could not refuse. Both girls lay down and covered themselves with a blanket. Katyusha went to the bathroom and then could not calm down. And only when Nonna began to sing a lullaby Katyusha began to slowly fall asleep. “Spi mladyenets, moi prekrasny. Bayushki bayu…” As she sang, Katyusha nestled into her chest, and they held each other close as they faded to sleep. The last thought on Nonna’s mind was that she forget to use the bathroom herself before bed, too busy with Katyusha to remember to do it…
This happened at "04.10". Eyes bolting wide open, Katyusha still in her arms, Nonna’s body gave her a good reminder of that need to use the bathroom. Nonna felt that this was serious, but she did not want to bother Katyusha. A look at the clock revealed it was very early in the morning, even for herself, and one of her arms was pinned under Katyusha, who she definitely didn’t want to wake up for something this minor. Thinking, Nonna realized that she could wake Katyusha if she went to the toilet, so she began to endure.
The clock read "04:18", almost three hours before Katyusha’s usual wake-up time, meaning Nonna had some time to wait. She didn’t have much to entertain herself in such a position, so her main focus rested on holding. After what felt like at least half an hour, Nonna noticed the need getting much, much worse. She looked at the clock hanging on the wall. Time turned to "04.36" and she exhaled. Nonna believed that she had every chance to hold it until the morning. But her urine...This is not all. Her ass was in a similar situation. Her poop just awaiting the moment to erupt of out her. It was starting to hurt now, but Nonna endured it as well as she could, hoping she could last at least another hour or so until it was a better time to wake Katyusha up.
Nonna put all her concentration to hold it. When another 10 minutes passed, the water ball inside Nonna was at the limit. She pee a little in her panty. These drops so frightened Nonna and she was no longer able to hug Katyusha. She urgently needed to squeeze her crotch. Alas, her anus also required retention and the pain there was already unbearable. Suddenly a short jerk came out in Nonna's panties. And only strong pressure on the crotch allowed girl to hold her urine. Steadying her breathing, Nonna put almost all her concentration on keeping it all in, taking a moment to glance at the clock once more, which just turned to "4.57". Nonna could no longer hold it.
A loud, wet fart signaled the beginning of the end, as semi-solid waste filled Nonna’s panties, making a disgusting squelching noise as more and more just kept plopping into it. She could feel the more liquid side of it slide down her lower side to join the torrent of piss pouring out of her. While she soiled and wet both herself and the bed, it was pretty surprising to her that Katyusha hadn’t woken up yet, the small girl still sleeping quietly, even drooling a little, which Nonna did her best to wipe up in the midst of her incident.
With her mess clinging to her butt, Nonna’s stream finally trickled down to nothing, and another look at the clock revealed only another few minutes had passed, when Nonna still had to wait a fair while longer, doomed to lay in her shame, holding Katyusha tight while regretting not using the bathroom, until her little commander decided to wake up or the alarm went off.
The next morning, Katyusha immediately realized what had happened. And of course she decided to mock above Nonna.
- Nonna, have you really done it like a little girl !? And you called me a child!
- Katyusha, I'm very sorry. I didn’t decide to wake you up and just waited for you to wake up.
- You did the right thing! Nothing should interfere with my sleep. Now go take a shower and get dressed, and then make me breakfast.
Nonna went to the bathroom. She was extremely ashamed to clean her clothes, and then take a bath. Tears rolled into her eyes. She cried softly. When Nonna returned, Katyusha had already removed the blanket and Nonna's gaze was fixed on a huge stain on the sheets. Suddenly Katyusha exclaimed.
- Nonna. Where my breakfast?
Nonna nodded and started making breakfast, and at that moment Katyusha said again.
- Frankly, when I heard your heavy breathing, I realized that you were not sleeping. Pretty quickly, I realized what you want in the toilet. And yes, I heard and even felt how you could not stand it. I will not tell anyone. If you do something for me.
Nonna was very surprised. I wonder what Katya will do. Will she begin to mock the most faithful friend?
If you want to continue, then I am waiting for comments. I want to repeat again that my English is bad from the ideal. And if anyone is interested in my homeland, then I will say. I'm from Russi |
As a forewarning, this is a super self-indulgent fanfiction staring Y'shtola Rhul from Final Fantasy XIV, and a nondescript female miqo'te Warrior of Light. This has a super-slow buildup because not only did I want to establish the premise well and build upon Y'shtola's relationship with the Warrior of Light. Ostensibly I didn't describe or name the Warrior of Light so anyone can insert their own designs in their mind, but she is female and a miqo'te (FFXIV's catgirl/catboy race where they're like nekomimis. Just ears and tails with otherwise mostly human features) and she has a very distinct personality that is pretty much based on my own headcanon for my character in the game (like I said, very self-indulgent), so be forewarned. Also I'm not gonna stop you from reading this story if you don't know about the story or play FFXIV, but I go really hardcore into the lore and story in places so if you've never played the game up to pretty much the middle/end of 5.0's story, there's probably gonna be a lot going over your head (have I mentioned yet this was super self-indulgent?). I will likely come back to this once in a while and add more chapters, probably ones shorter than this one because i won't have to set things up so much, but this is totally a pet project because I freaking love Y'shtola and I will try to focus more on my other stories unless this gets a following.
Out of curiosity, I wonder what the three-way venn-diagram of FFXIV fans, omorashi lovers, and whiskey drinkers looks like. Because if you're at the center of that chart like I am, you'll probably really like this story.
Y’shtola Rhul was often teased by the Warrior of Light that, of all the female Scions, she was the most serious. Y’shtola herself, of course, took exception to that. Not only were some of the examples the Warrior of Light would cite not even Scions, like Krile, and Lyse, who masqueraded as her late sister for the longest time, but Y’shtola was positive that Minfilia, as the leader of the scions and the antecedent, was far more serious.
Even back in the earliest of their shared history, the Warrior of Light had taken an instant liking to Y’shtola. Perhaps it was because she had initially started her journey in Limsa Lominsa, and thus the white-haired Miqo’te had been her first contact among the Scions. Or perhaps it was because they were both similar. Both Miqo’te- Seekers of the Sun, no less- who had taken to dabbling in the healing arts. Of course, eventually the Warrior of Light had picked up a myriad of other skills, but found herself dabbling most often in White Magic, which as far as Y’shtola was concerned was similar enough to her conjury that she had a fundamental understanding of her friend’s strongest abilities. Whatever the case, the Warrior of Light was by far closer to Y’shtola than any of the other Scions.
Perhaps it was because of that, or perhaps because of other reasons, but Y’shtola felt compelled to disprove the Warrior of Light’s perception of her. Still, perceptions were not easily shaken by word alone, so Y’shtola’s only real option was to prove to her dear friend that she was, in fact, not near as serious as her scholarly air might convey.
That had been her intention when the Warrior of Light had asked her to join her for some “unwinding”. Which, Y’shtola found out rather quickly, involved a quick trip to the nearest tavern, and copious amounts of drinking.
Currently, the Warrior of Light- or as she was known in the World of the First, the Warrior of Darkness- was spinning a grandiose tale of her adventures to the other patrons, and doing quite a bit of embellishing at that. Y’shtola had been present when the Warrior of Light went face-to-face with the time-controlling primal Alexander, and she certainly didn’t remember him having a transformation sequence, of all things.
“And so, there we were, pushed to the brink. Alexander no longer had patience for our resistance, and my party had been pushed to our limits of endurance. He began entrapping us in large, golden cages which froze our movement. Trapped us in a moment of time. One by one, he targeted us, and we thought it over. However, our myriad spells and strikes hit their mark. It had been the closest fight of my life, but Alexander had taken too much damage. Before the final cages could fall over us, we struck the final blow and felled the primal once and for all!”
The Warrior of Light raised a flagon of ale in the air triumphantly to punctuate her final point and the patrons listening to her story all cried out, cheering.
Y’shtola shook her head as she sipped on a tulip-shaped glass filled with her beverage of choice- whiskey. The Warrior of Light had expressed surprise over Y’shtola’s willingness not only to drink, but in her choice of beverage as well.
While the Warrior of Light was fond of ales and the occasional wine, Y’shtola took some pride in her refined taste for the aged spirits. Whiskey in particular was an incredibly diverse pick that she herself had taken a liking to. From the smoky whiskeys of Ishgard, which had easy access to the Dravanian Forelands and the abundance of peat moss there, to the sweet whiskeys of Ul’dah with their access to millioncorn from the New Continent, Y’shtola had yet to pass a whiskey of high quality past her lips that she found unpalatable. Even here, in the First, they produced unique whiskeys with a buttery flavor and a silky, sweet mouthfeel.
While the Warrior of Light soaked in the glory of her well-received story, Y’shtola turned to the barkeep.
“Excuse me,” she spoke, “As you might already be aware, I do not hail from these lands, and my isolation in the Greatwood has left me in an ill position to learn of the drinks of this realm. Could you, perchance, tell me how this exceptional whiskey is produced? I’ve never tasted anything quite like it.”
“Oh, that?” the bartender pointed at the bottle from which she had poured Y’shtola’s current glass, “That’s Dwarven Whiskey. They get most of their grain by tradin’ with the Eulmorans. Even when that right bastard Vauthry was runnin’ things, they still needed ores from the mines. But the Eulmorans were stingy with the malted barley. So ya know what them clever buggers did? They started using unmalted barley in their whiskey. The Eulmorans didn’t see much use for unmalted barleycorns. Can’t do much with it, so they practically gave it away. Became a staple of Dwarven style whiskey.”
“Intriguing, so the unique flavor is from the use of unmalted barley,” Y’shtola smiled. Even when letting loose a little and drinking, she was still a scholar first and foremost. She appreciated learning in all forms. Having learned a bit of new information, the white-haired Miqo’te took a contented sip.
“Shtoooola~” the Warrior of Light came sauntering back, very clearly inebriated.
Y’shtola herself glanced away and blushed. For Seekers of the Sun Miqo’te, dropping the first letter in their name, their tribe letter, was a sign of intimacy. Surely as a Seeker herself, the Warrior of Light, even in her drunken state, would be aware of this.
“Y-yes?” Y’shtola asked, sounding halfway between exasperated and embarrassed.
“I’m baaaack!”
“I noticed.”
“Sorry, got caught up in the atmosphere.”
“Don’t trouble yourself over it. If I recall, the last time we sat down to have lunch in Slitherborough, my attention was equally divided due to my responsibilities,” Y’shtola shrugged off, “Besides, you are the Warrior of Darkness, after all. You’re practically a celebrity here in the Crystarium.”
“I know, but I dragged you here to hang and wound up running off,” the Miqo’te adventurer retorted, a somewhat apologetic look flashing across her face. It was quickly replaced, however, with curiosity when she spied the tulip glass in Y’shtola’s hands, “Oh, whatcha drinkin’?”
“This is dwarven whiskey,” Y’shtola answered as though she hadn’t herself just learned that piece of information, “Care for a sip?”
“Ooohh, sure!”
“Careful,” Y’shtola replied, “It’s quite a bit stronger than the ale I know you’re accustomed to.”
“Pfft,” the Warrior of Light shrugged off, “I’ve had spirits before, I just prefer ales, is all.”
The Warrior of Light took a rather large sip from the tulip glass, letting the whiskey sit in her mouth for a moment to taste it before she swallowed it down. She let out an unaccustomed cough and Y’shtola let a knowing smirk grace her lips.
“What’s with that look?”
Y’shtola had the mind to mask her expression a moment too late. The Warrior of Light had seen her teasing gaze. The Warrior of Light had a competitive streak and always seemed to have something to prove. Y’shtola knew her friend well, and was dreading what would come next.
“Do you, Y’shtola Rhul, think that I cannot handle a bit of dwarven whiskey?”
“Oh no, I wasn’t implying-”
“I was caught off by the strong spirit after drinking ale all night, but it seems like you believe me to be incapable of drinking stronger stuff.”
Y’shtola let out a sigh, “I assure you I was only-”
“Barkeep!” the Warrior of Light called, “Bring me a bottle of your strongest dwarven whiskey!”
“Why o’ course, only the best for our very own Warrior o’ Darkness!” the barkeeper clapped, turning to the shelf. She pulled a bottle from near the top, and placed it on the counter next to the Warrior of Light. Then she produced a tulip glass identical to the one Y’shtola had been given, “This is Tomra’s infamous Devil’s Cask. 66.6% ABV. Finished in white oak barrels grown in areas with an abundance of fire-aspected aether.”
Y’shtola watched her friend fill her tulip glass with a heavy pour, then turned towards her.
“Are you prepared to match me drink for drink on this battlefield?”
“Of course not! Perish the thought from your mind, I-”
Y’shtola still had most of her faculties, and they all told her this was a terrible, awful, horrible idea that should not be entertained. Yet had Y’shtola herself not come here to prove to the Warrior of Light that she was capable of casting aside her more serious nature?
“Oi! The Warrior of Darkness and Master Matoya of the Night’s Blessed are about to have a drinking contest!”
“Is ‘at true? The Warrior of Darkness is gonna go toe to toe with Matoya?”
“I didn’ think Matoya was that much of a drinker, myself.”
“I didn’t think the Warrior of Darkness did either, but then she went toe-to-toe with Giott and tied her!”
Y’shtola’s ears flattened as she heard the gossip around the bar. While she hardly fancied this much attention on her, least of all for a drinking contest, she knew the Warrior of Light had one weakness. Spectacle. If her embellished storytelling was any indication, the Warrior of Light enjoyed being the center of attention, and now that the patrons were eagerly anticipating a drinking contest, Y’shtola was worried her dear friend wouldn’t take no for an answer, even if Y’shtola voiced her objections.
On the other hand, if Y’shtola humored her friend, she’d give the Warrior of Light what she wanted, and at the same time disprove to her that she was incapable of having some fun and letting go of her inhibitions.
“Very well, I’ll humor this spectacle,” Y’shtola agreed, finishing off the last sip in her glass and matching the Warrior of Light’s heavy pour, “Do not expect overmuch from me.I am not accustomed to drinking in the volumes you or your dwarven friend do habitually.”
The two downed their first glasses simultaneously, and the contest began. A crowd was already starting to form, and the barkeep had procured some manner of chalkboard from gods-know-where, and was keeping tally.
Y’shtola had never had the Devil’s Cask before. It was certainly an experience. The iconic undertones of dwarven whiskey were still present. The unmistakable buttery, sweet flavor still danced across her tongue, but it was punctuated quite distinctly with wood spice and a distinct smoky flavor. Not of the peated whiskeys of other regions, but instead a wood smoke, sweet and savory that reminded her of meats cooked slowly over a smoldering wood fire. There was also the harshness of the alcohol, burning as it hit her tongue and slipped down her throat. It was more than what she was accustomed to, for sure, but nothing she couldn’t handle.
For what it was worth, the Warrior of Light seemed to have also quickly grown accustomed to the higher-level spirit. She downed her first glass without the slightest hint of discomfort and grabbed the bottle to pour off a second. Y’shtola did the same, once again ensuring she matched her friend’s volume, and the two both took their second shots.
“That’s the spirit!” the Warrior of Light grinned over the table at Y’shtola, “Who knew you had it in you?”
“Oh hush,” Y’shtola shook her head, “Do not fool yourself into thinking any part of this was my idea. I’m merely indulging your whims.”
With each shot, the bar’s patrons cheered and egged both of them on, though the overwhelming majority were supporting the Warrior of Darkness. Y’shtola wasn’t envious of all the attention her friend was getting, and it was better from the first if everyone was cheering for the person who was undoubtedly going to win this contest. There was no doubt in Y’shtola’s mind that the Warrior of Light could hold her booze way better than she herself could.
Yet the atmosphere was jovial, the Warrior of Light was laughing and cracking jokes with a giant, lopsided smirk plastered across her face, and Y’shtola would be lying of she said she wasn’t enjoying herself, in spite of how silly she thought this whole contest was in the first place.
Still, it didn’t take long for Y’shtola to start feeling the effects of the alcohol. She had forewarned that she was not accustomed to drinking heavily, something that was becoming increasingly apparent. 5 glasses in, and the white-haired miqo’te could already feel her mind hazing over in full-on drunkenness. Earlier she had been a little tipsy, pleasantly so, and while in her current state she wouldn’t say she was uncomfortable, she could feel how sluggish and unfocused she had become.
Not only was the alcohol hitting Y’shtola’s faculties, but she was also feeling its effects in her abdomen as well. Alcohol was a diuretic. It stimulated the kidneys and inhibited the reuptate of water back into the body. Naturally, not usually one for heavy drinking, Y’sthola hadn’t exactly experienced this effect firsthand, aside from maybe a few more trips to the bathroom than she was used to on nights she indulged, but now the effect was becoming rather obvious.
“Here’s some water for you two, dears,” the barkeep provided, “Your not drinkin’ ale, ya gotta make sure to stay hydrated!”
The Warrior of Light downed her glass of water in one go, and Y’shtola felt compelled to do the same. Initially it seemed like adding liquid to her body, considering her current discomfort, was counterproductive. However, her need was only a nagging feeling, and the faster Y’shtola got this over with, the sooner she could slip off to the bathroom anyway.
“Ya know, ‘Shtola,” the Warrior of Light spoke after their next round of shots, “I never thought you’d go for something like this.”
“W-well, I did say I wasn’t as… incapable of letting loose and unwinding as you had stated,” Y’shtola replied, slightly flustered and less eloquent than she normally tried to be. Grateful she was that alcohol made her face red, for it did well to hide the blush creeping up on her cheeks.
There was the ‘Shtola slip-up again, and Y’shtola was starting to think it was more than a mistake made in the Warrior of Light’s inebriation. There was no way the Warrior of Light DIDN’T know about the Seekers of the Sun’s traditions, right? Even assuming the Warrior of Light hadn’t been raised in one of the tribes, and was orphaned elsewhere, surely she was socially literate enough to have picked up that piece of knowledge somewhere before.
Right?
Y’sthola, in her drunken state, focused her mind as best she could and tried to consider the possibilities. Maybe the Warrior of Light didn’t know. Maybe she was just shortening her name out of convenience and drunkenness, and that was all there was to it. Maybe the Warrior of Light was trying to send the message that she saw the white-haired Miqo’te as a sister. After all, Y’shtola herself called Y’mhitra “‘Mhitra”, as was customary for members of the same tribe.
Or perhaps the Warrior of Light was using it’s most intimate context. When anyone outside the tribe called a Seeker of the Sun by their first name, but dropped their tribe’s letter, it was a sign of romantic interest and/or sexual intimacy.
That couldn’t be it. Absolutely not. Y’shtola knew she was drunk for even entertaining such a possibility.
Right?
“Shtola, you okay?”
Y’sthola snapped out of her concentration and looked up at the Warrior of Light, who was leaning over the table to get a better look at her face, tilting her head in confusion.
“I’m fine, m-my apologizes,” Y’shtola dismissed, “I am… quite a bit more drunk than I am accustomed to.”
For some reason, that elicited a huge grin from the Warrior of Light. Perhaps she enjoyed the idea of the oh-so-serious Y’shtola Rhul being brought down a few notches by alcohol. Or perhaps she was just happy her friend was enjoying one of her indulgences.
However, Y’shtola saying she was fine was a bit of a white lie. Though she wasn’t about to say she wasn’t enjoying her time with the Warrior of Light, at least a little bit, her bladder’s constant nagging was becoming more noticeable over time. She shifted in her seat a little and tried to be as subtle as possible, finding a position that took some pressure off her abdomen.
“How much more do you think you can handle?” The Warrior of Light asked, a competitive smirk spreading across her face.
“Oh please, you and I both know who’s going to win this,” Y’shtola replied, rolling her eyes, “But far be it from me to give up before you’ve had your fun. I knew from the first a peaceful resignation was never an option. If I gave up now I’d never hear the end of it from you.”
“You know me so well,” the Warrior of Light replied in a sing-song voice.
It was clear, however, that both of them were nearing the height of their drunkenness. The contest was slowing down, and while they had breezed through the first five shots, the next three came a bit slower, interspersed with more glasses of water to stave off the inevitable dehydration that would come later. The bar’s patrons had stopped chanting and cheering every round, and the crowd had even thinned out a little. Not that Y’shtola minded the slower, more quiet atmosphere. Contest or no, she had ostensibly come here to spend time with the Warrior of Light.
Currently, Y’shtola was nursing her 9th glass, which she had been sipping at rather than taking a straight shot of. She felt dazed and warm like she was dreaming a pleasant dream, wrapped up in blankets. Her mind drifted to and fro, and she had, in the moment at least, all but forgotten about the pressure building in her bladder.
Not that she couldn’t feel it. From an outsider’s perspective, were they paying close enough attention, they would see her legs shifting slightly on the barstool as she swayed a little. It was subtle hints at her less-than-subtle need, but in her drunken state she had pushed the sensation to the back of her hazy mind and there it sat, nagging her while not bothering her, alerting her of the ever-growing volume of urine within her while she ignored it in favor of the contest and her friend.
“Sho, how have things been going in Sh-Slo-Slitherborough?” the Warrior of Light asked, slurring her speech as a testament to how drunk she must be.
“They’ve been running more-or-less smoothly. During my stay in the Crystarium, Rungar and the remaining Night’s Blessed have done a good job taking over. A good thing, since once we return to the Source, I’d have to leave them behind anyway.”
Y’shtola let a bittersweet smile spread across her face, which the Warrior of Light picked up on almost immediately.
“Don’t be sad,” the Warrior of Light comforted, “I know you don’t want to leave Rungar behind, but there are more big, burly cat boys running around in the Source. You’ll find someone else!”
That had caught Y’shtola off-guard, and she was regretting deciding just then to take a sip of her whiskey. She coughed as it hit the back of her throat and felt her bladder spasm from the pressure. She managed to avoid leaking, but now the feeling of her full bladder was back in the forefront of her mind.
Or at least, it would’ve been, if not for what the Warrior of Light had just said.
“I assure you, me and Rungar have no such relationship,” Y’shtola retorted, perhaps a bit more forward and aggressively than she would have liked to come across.
The Warrior of Light, in her teasing mood, leaned forwards and placed her cheeks in her hands and her elbows down on the table. A cheshire grin spread across the Warrior of Light’s features.
“It’s fine, ‘Shtola, you can tell me the truth! I shee how Rungar looks at you, and don’ think I’ve forgotten how he held you after Emet-Selch pulled you from the Lifestream after we thought you dead.”
Y’shtola closed her eyes in a mix of exasperation and embarrassment.
“I-,” Y’shtola paused, taking far longer to gather her thoughts in her drunken state than she was accustomed to, “I’m not dense, I know, or at least have suspected for quite some time, that Rungar has feelings for me. However, that does not mean I feel the same way about him. At the same time, I respect him as a friend and as a leader. I thought it would complicate matters overmuch if I were to address his feelings for me directly. So I’ve been doing my best to ignore his hints towards me, and hoping he doesn’t strike up the courage to ask me directly.”
“Yeah, we don’t need Rungar to be on the receiving end of ‘Little Sun Part 2’,” the Warrior of Light smirked.
Y’shtola herself couldn’t help but smirk a little at the joke, “Indeed. While Magnai’s god-complex needed a bit of a reality check, I fear the same approach with Rungar would be neither deserved nor well-received. I fear ‘twould break the poor man’s heart.”
The two laughed together, finishing off their ninth glasses of whiskey, and the Warrior of Light reached for the bottle again. Y’sthola felt a surge of pressure from her bladder and the hazy cloud in her mind, and held up a hand.
“I am quite done here, I think. I know my limits,” Y’shtola acquiesced, “I wish neither to make myself sick nor pass out unceremoniously. And while I realize that is generally what people expect of these contests, I don’t think we’ll be disappointing many people.”
Y’shtola motioned to the bar, which had grown quite empty, and the handful of patrons aside from themselves who were still there had all but lost interest in the contest.
“Very well then,” the Warrior of Light smirked, pouring herself another glass before downing it all at once, “Looks like I win, then!”
One patron at the back let out a half-hearted, drunken cheer, and with that the Warrior of Light placed her glass down on the table.
“Sorry for such an anticlimactic ending to our contest,” Y’shtola apologized.
“It’s alright. I’m accustomed to having drinking contests with ale, anyway. It’s much more of a spectacle and you can drink in greater volumes, so it becomes far more entertaining. ‘Sides, the atmosphere just kinda died down. Gotta go with the flow, ya know?”
Y’shtola nodded, and then immediately her bladder sent another wave of protest through her body. Even in her drunken state, she could no longer ignore her need, which had grown from nagging to pressing to urgent over the contest.
She was about to excuse herself to head to the restroom when the barkeep banged on a small gong on the counter.
“Alrigh’ you sorry saps! Closin’ time! Ya don’t hav’ta go home but ya can’t stay here! Everybody out!”
Drunken mumbles and grumbles echoed through the now mostly empty bar as the remaining patrons shuffled drunkenly to the door. Y’shtola briefly wondered if she had time to use the facilities before leaving, but her question was answered rather swiftly. A tall viera, or viis as they were known in the first, made her way towards the restroom signs and the barkeep clapped her hands.
“Door’s that way, hun.”
“I’m just goin’ to the restroom first!”
“No can do,” the barkeep shook her head, “Closin’ time means closin’ time. I’ve let people do that before an’ had bastards pass out in one o’ the stalls or hide out to try to sneak some booze after hours. Not sayin’ that’s what you’re gonna do, but I ain’t takin’ chances.”
“Fine, fine,” the viera gave up without much protest, turning around and heading to the door. Perhaps she hadn’t needed to go that bad, but the same could not be said for Y’shtola, who was discouraged at the rejection.
The Warrior of Light stood up and stretched, raising one arm straight in the air and rubbing her shoulder with the other one. Y’shtola could hear her bones pop from sitting still for so long. She also noticed, due to the Warrior of Light’s penchant for wearing revealing outfits, a noticeable bulge protruding from her lower abdomen.
Come to think of it, not only had the Warrior of Light been matching Y’shtola glass for glass, including water, but even prior to that, she had been indulging in copious amounts of ale while Y’shtola had stuck to her whiskey. And yet, while Y’shtola was dreading having to stand up at all, the Warrior of Light displayed no outward discomfort.
Amazed, but not in the least bit surprised by her friend’s display of endurance on yet another level, Y’shtola steeled herself and stood up. The movement jolted her bladder and sent a strong spasm of desperation shooting through her abdomen. She pressed her thighs tightly together as her tail twitched uncomfortably behind her.
Standing had been the first challenge, but as Y’shtola would soon realize, walking was also going to be a bit of a dauntless task. She was seriously drunk, moreso than she was typically accustomed to being. Walking required a certain level of coordination and finesse that she, in her current state, barely possessed.
What made it harder was the fact that, not only was she drunk, but she was drunk and desperate to pee. Her bladder had filled up significantly over the night and the alcohol was only expediting that process. The walk from the Crystarium’s bar and her room in the Pendants was not an overly lengthy one, but Y’shtola hadn’t even made it out the door and she was already struggling.
Suddenly and abruptly, Y’shtola felt the warm contact of skin beside her as the Warrior of Light slipped underneath one of her arms and supported her.
“You seemed a bit shaky, and I’m much more accustomed to being drunk than you are,” the Warrior of Light explained.
“Thank you,” Y’shtola nodded appreciatively.
The two made their way down the stairs and towards the bar’s entrance. Since the bar was built into the Crystarium, rather than a completely walled-off area, there was a small fence-like partition that surrounded the bar, and the bar itself opened up to the outside.
The second they stepped out of the bar and into the small open area that lead to the pendants, Y’shtola heard a frustrated cursing coming from a nearby bush. She turned her head and watched as the viera from earlier who had tried to go to the restroom before leaving the bar was ripping off her bottoms, cursing as leaks of urine dripped onto the ground even before she squatted. Y’shtola looked away in embarrassment, but she could hear the loud hissing that followed, and could only imagine the viera, throwing her head back in relief as she let her full bladder’s contents flow out of her.
Y’shtola wanted nothing more than to do the same, her bladder sending strong waves of desperation through her to encourage her, but there was no way she was going to resort to that in such a public area. She imagined the viera herself either had little choice or was too drunk to care, but even in Y’shtola’s inebriation, there was no way she’d ever bring herself to that.
“You know what, that looks good,” the Warrior of Light replied, unabashedly watching the viera openly pissing outside, “I might need to do the same thing.”
To emphasize her point, the Warrior of Light rubbed her swollen abdomen, and showed her first outward signs of desperation to Y’shtola.
“I also have to go,” Y’shtola replied, “But it would be far more becoming of both of us if we were to wait until we returned to our rooms, don’t you think.”
“Of course,” the Warrior of Light conceded, and Y’shtola thought that to be the end of it, but then the Warrior of Light pressed her thighs together and let out a desperate groan, “But I’m not sure if I’m gonna make that trip with all those stairs. Plus it’s not the first time I’ve had to pee outside, being an adventurer and all.”
Y’shtola frowned. Not only did she not want the famous Warrior of Darkness to get caught peeing outside a bar, not 2 yalms from the entrances to the Pendants and the privacy of her inn room no less, but now that Y’shtola had confirmed the Warrior of Light was feeling the effects of the bulge in her abdomen, she had secretly hoped they could share in their suffering together. Y’shtola wanted the two of them to make it up to their respective inn-rooms, supporting each other and holding it together, and then finally get to relieve themselves properly in an actual bathroom.
“I’ll be right back,” the Warrior of Light replied, hobbling desperately over to a more secluded bush than the one the viera had opted for, but still one that was out in the open. She already had her hands digging under her short skirt for her pantalettes when Y’shtola called out with the only thing she knew would stop her friend’s actions.
“Sure. If you don’t think you can hold it, far be it from me to stop you,” Y’shtola replied smugly.
The Warrior of Light froze in her tracks, dropping her skirt and standing up straight.
“What was that?”
Got her.
The first time Y’shtola had teased the Warrior of Light’s competitive nature, it had been accidental and resulted in the drinking contest. Now however, it was very much intentional.
“I simply said that you don’t have a choice if you can’t hold it. You did say you weren’t sure if you could make the trip back to your inn room, after all,” Y’shtola smirked.
“I was exaggerating. Of course I can make it back up,” the Warrior of Light protested. Her desperate squirming as she asserted her point and her tail, which was flicking back and forth uncomfortably, undermined her statement.
“No, no, don’t let me stop you from relieving yourself if you truly cannot wait any longer. I’ll head up to my inn room and relieve myself properly,” Y’shtola replied, hobbling her way towards the Pendant’s entrance. Walking was quite a bit more difficult without the Warrior of Light supporting her, but luckily she hadn’t made it that far before the Warrior of Light had caught up to her, supporting her again.
“Oh, what are you doing?” Y’shtola teased, a knowing expression flashing across her face, “I thought you were going to resort to your adventurer’s method of using the bush?”
“With the way you’re walking, you wouldn’t make it five steps up before tripping over yourself and pissing all over the staircase,” the Warrior of Light shot back, “Besides, I can hold it. I just didn’t want to, is all.”
The two made their way to the entrance of the Pendants and nodded at the overnight receptionist. They both already had rooms, so all they had to do was head up the stairs and down the winding halls to where they were both staying.
The climb was definitely difficult for Y’shtola. Each step up put extra pressure on her full bladder, and it didn’t help that the Warrior of Light herself was letting out soft moans of desperation. Y’shtola, being so close to the Warrior of Light now, could hear her ragged, labored breathing, that hitched in her throat every time they took a step, likely from her fighting the urge to leak each time. As they climbed, it was the Warrior of Light who broke the silence, likely in an attempt to get her mind off her urgent need.
“So, you really don’t like Rungar, you and him aren’t in a relationship?” the Warrior of Light asked.
“O-of course not,” Y’shtola turned her head away, blushing, “W-why would you ask that now, of all times?”
“I’m just curious,” the Warrior of Light answered, “You two seemed close, so I kind of assumed there was something going on there.”
“I would’ve told you,” Y’shtola replied, “If there was anything between us, I mean. You’re my friend after all.”
“You don’t tell me much about yourself,” the Warrior of Light shot back, “You don’t talk much about your hobbies, or your interests outside of your work in the Scions. Hell, you didn’t even tell me about your eyes. Y’mhitra had to tell me about your eyes, ‘Shtola! I had no idea you like whiskey before tonight, even. You expect me to believe for a second that if you were off dating Rungar or whoever that you’d just up and tell me without me having to tease it out. Gods I have to pee!”
Y’shtola didn’t have anything to say to that. She fell into silence as she and the Warrior of Light cleared the first flight of spiralling stairs. Two more to go for the Warrior of Light, and four more to go for Y’shtola herself.
Y’shtola found herself more focused on the Warrior of Light’s words to her, and in that slip of concentration, her body fought back. She felt a small leak escape into her smallclothes under her robe and squeaked in desperation. She doubled over, and the Warrior of Light looked down at her.
“You okay?”
“Y-yeah, I’ll be fine, just nearly leaked a little,” Y’shtola lied, too embarrassed to admit she was no longer dry under her long black dress.
The two started up the next flight of stairs, and the Warrior of Light spoke up again.
“Sorry about snapping earlier.”
“No, you had the right of it,” Y’shtola admitted, “It is not my wont to open up to people. Even those I consider friends. It is a quality many around me find infuriating. And truthfully, I no longer wish to be so aloof. Tonight was one of my attempts at that, and look where that’s gotten us. Two drunken fools clinging to each other, on the verge of wetting ourselves like kittens.”
“I had fun, though,” the Warrior of Light admitted, “I’d do this every night if it meant getting to see your fun side a little more. But seriously, I am still sorry for snapping. I guess I was just a bit… jealous, to be honest.”
Y’shtola, in surprise, glanced over to her inebriated friend, only to find that she was averting her gaze with a face ablaze as though imbued with fire-attuned aether, and Y’shtola had a feeling that was not entirely due to her exertion from holding what had to have been at least 3 or 4 pints of liquid in her bladder.
“Jealous? Of what, pray tell?” Y’shtola asked.
“I… I mean... I was trying to… I kind of wasn’t… Since I thought you might have been interested in Rungar I didn’t really think...“ the Warrior of Light continued to dance around her words, almost as vigorously as she was dancing in desperation as they continued up the steps, “Oh to hells with it. I like you, ‘Shtola. Romantically, I mean. I’ve kinda liked you for a while now, to be honest.”
Y’shtola wasn’t sure how to respond to the Warrior of Light’s confession. She had been completely blindsided and stunned into silence. The two made their way up the last few stairs and the Warrior of Light broke off from Y’shtola, taking a few steps back towards the hallway where her inn room was.
“F-forget I said that. Sorry, I should-”
Y’shtola was drunk, desperate to pee, and overwhelmed. Her head was spinning. Her heart was racing. Her bladder was screaming at her to stop holding in the venerable flood that was growing ever closer to bursting out of her.
Yet, she had been the first to move.
Somewhere in her alcohol-adled mind, she surged with pride. She was standing in the hallway of the Pendants, in another world entirely removed from her own, kissing the Warrior of Light and Darkness who had saved the world, both worlds, countless times over.
“W-w-w-w-w-w-what was that?” the Warrior of Light. The ever-composed, cocky, strong-willed Warrior of Light herself, had been reduced to a stammering, squirming, blushing mess.
“A kiss. Surely you’re aware of them,” Y’shtola replied, a teasing smirk creeping up on her face.
“T-that’s not what I meant! I mean… you just kissed me.”
“That is what just happened, yes.”
“I mean… you… I just confessed to you that I… that I like you… and then you… kissed me,” the Warrior of Light replied.
“As much as I would love to sit here and listen to you drunkenly summarize the events of tonight, I don’t think either of us have the time to do that in our current states,” Y’shtola replied, making no attempts to hide her desperation as she danced in the hallway.
“I’m drunk and I have to pee, stop teasing me,” the Warrior of Light protested, “B-but… if you kissed me, then does that mean you also like me?”
“That is a complicated question,” Y’shtola admitted, “Truthfully, I haven’t really given romance much thought. In the past, I’ve near-universally shrugged off-- or worse-- any and all romantic advances made towards me. I have always been content with my interpersonal relationships thus far, though as I admitted I do feel bad for my tendency to keep myself closed off to even those I consider friends.”
“Oh,” the Warrior of Light replied dully, slumping her shoulders dejectedly.
“However, you are… different. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t interested in you. Or attracted to you, both to your physical appearance and your intrinsic qualities. You are an incredibly strong, powerful, and kind person that I find myself looking up to on a number of occasions. And in truth I do find members of the fairer sex more appealing to the eyes. I think ultimately I would be willing to test the proverbial waters, as it were, and pursue a more intimate relationship with you.”
That brought a huge grin back to the Warrior of Light. She hugged Y’shtola tightly, perhaps a little too tightly, as Y’shtolas overfull bladder spasmed in protest, and returned Y’shtola’s earlier kiss with a peck on the miqo’te’s cheek.
“I really, really like you, ‘Shtola! I’m so happy to hear you kinda like me too!”
“Very well. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to attempt to return to my inn room before the contents of my bladder explode onto the floor.”
“Oh, hey, my inn room’s closer, You should use mine instead.”
Y’shtola didn’t have the mind, nor time to protest. The two rushed down the hall towards the Warrior of Light’s inn room. The larger inn rooms were the ones at the end of the hall, so there was a price to pay for the Crystal Exarch’s generosity and showing of hospitality. By the time they reached the inn room proper, both Y’shtola and the Warrior of Light were dancing in place, hands jammed between their legs, fighting to keep dry.
“Damn,” the Warrior of Light cursed, “I just remembered there’s only one bathroom.”
“Which one of us is going in first?” Y’shtola asked, dancing around. There was an unspoken second layer to her question. The two were both so desperate that it was likely that whoever went second would not make it.
“You can,” the Warrior of Light offered, “It’s my fault for holding us up for so long. And the drinking contest was my idea in the first place.”
Y’shtola shook her head, “You’ve had that huge bulge since before leaving the bar, you should go first.”
As much as she wanted to relieve herself, it was clear the Warrior of Light was in a much sorrier state. Her bladder was visibly distended and she was dancing around much more frantically than Y’shtola herself. Not that Y’shtola had the confidence that she would be able to hold it for much longer either, but it was clear that between the two of them, the Warrior of Light was far more desperate.
“Alright. I’ll try to be quick, but no promises.”
The Warrior of Light hobbled into the bathroom and left Y’shtola dancing in the middle of the inn room. She raised one leg, and then the other, while rubbing her abdomen and squeezing her thighs together. Anything that would lessen the desperation swelling up within her. Her body was fighting her every step. Her bladder was spasming and screaming at her mind to let it out. Her muscles were practically aching from pushing back against the inevitable flood.
Suddenly, a particularly violent spasm shot through Y’shtola’s body and she let out another leak. Longer this time, and it brought her right to the limit. There was no more holding it for her. There was no way she was going to make it until the Warrior of Light emptied her own bladder, not with that giant bulge. Still, Y’shtola did not want to piss all over the floor. She had to find something.
Looking around, she saw nothing that could be used as a receptacle. There were two small tea cups on the table, but Y’shtola was sure their volume would run out before the contents of her bladder. There weren’t any buckets, and while she briefly entertained using the sink, it was positioned awkwardly with cabinets overhead and she did not trust herself to even climb up onto the counter without pissing herself completely in the process.
Having no other options, Y’shtola rushed into the bathroom as well.
The Warrior of Light was dancing and struggling to pull down her pantalettes, which had gotten caught on her tail, when she turned around at the sound of Y’shtola entering the bathroom as well.
“I’m not done yet, sorry,” the Warrior of Light apologized.
“I can’t hold it any longer!” Y’shtola admitted, feeling another leak escape into her own undergarments as she danced in place.
“Neither can I, I’m leaking like mad here!” the Warrior of Light pointed to a few droplets on the ground as she struggled pulling her panties down. She finally succeeded and plopped herself down onto the toilet. Almost immediately, a loud hiss and a near-deafening ringing sound began emanating from the toilet as the Warrior of Light peed forcefully into the toilet bowl.
Y’shtola’s whole body spasmed at the sound and she doubled over, letting out another spurt. She was out of time and out of options. She slipped out of her dress instead of fighting to hike it up and pulled down her own pantalettes, revealing a lacy black lingerie and exposing her lower half to the Warrior of Light.
“Spread your legs wider!” Y’shtola demanded, ignoring the Warrior of Light’s gaze on her now exposed body.
The Warrior of Light was stunned into silence by Y’shtola stripping before her, but she nodded dully as Y’shtola lowered herself onto the Warrior of Light, positioning her pee-hole in between her spread legs.
Not a moment later, and she too exploded. Her bladder’s muscles gave out and a strong, loud torrent of pee erupted from between her legs. Luckily she had aimed true, and she was, with some awkward positioning and difficulty, able to pee between the Warrior of Light’s legs.
The sensation was bliss. She let out a long, drawn out moan of relief as she pissed forcefully into the toilet. The Warrior of Light herself was breathing heavily and gazing at Y’shtola in front of her as she emptied her own bladder.
“By the gods,” Y’shtola moaned, “I had to pee so bad.”
Y’shtola felt like she had to have been peeing for minutes, but even as he flow finally tapered off into a trickle, then drips that she wiped away as she stood up, the Warrior of Light was still pissing full force. As soon as Y’shtola had gotten up, the Warrior of Light nearly doubled over, grabbing her abdomen and moaning as she continued to pee.
Y’shtola herself pulled up her pantalettes and her legs gave out underneath her. Her whole body was shaking from the sheer relief she finally got to experience. She simply stared back at the Warrior of Light, watching her unabashedly as she continued to pee.
After what had to have been another full minute of full force peeing, the Warrior of Light’s flow began to taper off and she let out a near-orgasmic moan as she basked in the sheer relief.
“I haven’t had to pee that bad since the night Giott and I had that drinking contest,” she admitted.
The Warrior of Light wiped herself off as well and stood up, still breathing heavily, eyes dazed over from relief. Her legs were shaking far worse than Y’shtola’s had been, but still she extended an arm down to help her up nevertheless. Y’shtola accepted it, but not wanting them both to wind up on the floor of the inn room’s bathroom, she mostly used her own strength to pull herself up.
The Warrior of Light indulged herself in another once over at Y’shtola’s body, and gave an approving smile.
“So that’s what’s under that dress. A bit risque for the leader of the Night’s Blessed, don’t you think?”
“Oh please, you’ve sauntered around in shawls and subligars and short skirts that show off half of what this does. And that was supposed to pass as your outerwear besides.”
“But you love it. You said it yourself, you’re attracted to me, right? Also I’m sure I’ve caught you staring once or twice!”
“I would be lying if I said I haven’t found it difficult to ignore certain… features of your body in your more revealing attire,” Y’shtola admitted, “But with that being said, we’re both really drunk and I for one am tired. We should continue this conversation another time.”
“Agreed, I’m about to pass out after that,” the Warrior of Light admitted.
Y’shtola picked her dress off the floor of the bathroom and slipped it back over herself. Then the two headed out into the main room and Y’shtola began making towards the door when she was stopped by a warm embrace from behind.
“Stay, it’s late and your still shaky,” the Warrior of Light offered, “You can sleep here for the night.”
“With you?” Y’shtola asked, teasingly.
“I don’t mean like that,” the Warrior of Light shook her head, “We’d just be sleeping in the same bed together. I’m ‘bout to pass out too.”
“Well, I suppose we did just share a toilet together. A bed isn’t half as embarrassing or awkward as that.” |
Greetings all! I’m a longtime lurker on this site, specifically the Fiction and Fanfiction forum. Due to social distancing currently in full-effect in my country, I’ve decided to start sharing some stories on here. This is based on a true incident that happened to me that I’ve shared in Wetting Experiences. I am still sharing it here though because I’m hopeful it’ll still read well as a slightly exaggerated fiction, hopefully no one minds.
Melissa's Desperate Breakfast Date
Melissa was single at this point and had been for a while. Being a single woman in her late teens/early twenties and with dating apps as rampant as they are, she was naturally going on a lot of dates and she squeezed them in whenever she could. With around 1,000 tinder matches, working part-time, and going to school full-time, this left her with a very limited calendar. In hopes of being accommodating, one of her potential suitors offers to take out for breakfast at 7am after both discussed that she doesn’t have work until 9:30 that day. Being an early riser, Melissa agrees.
That Saturday eventually arrives and Melissa ecstatically wakes up. She set an alarm on her phone to ring at 6am. Her body being incredibly punctual woke itself up at 5:55am. She smiled and opened up Tinder. With as many matches as she had, she wanted to ensure that she remembered the right name before each date. “Alex” she reads to herself. She scrolls through their chat, briefly reminding herself of this particular gentleman. He was a journalism major, went to the same university as her, and has played saxophone for the last ten years. He has sandy brown hair and adorably chubby cheeks. He wears square glasses. Each photo features him in a buttoned up shirt. “Jeez does this guy never relax?” She thought to herself.
Melissa was a beautiful girl. She was 19 years old and a tad on the shorter side, standing around 5’3” (160cm). She sported dark curly hair that stopped just above her shoulders. Her smile was impeccable, as it should be after she having suffered braces for nearly two years during her adolescence. Her body was naturally curvy. Often she would step on the scale, seeing a weight higher than she’d like. She would immediately remind herself in these instances of her rather large breasts (they were a 36C after all) and her rather large “birthing” hips (as her mom often referred to them, must against Melissa's delight), and her rather round plump butt.
She’s been on the app for a couple of weeks now, rejoining shortly after her boyfriend of nearly a year broke up with her to drop out of college, move halfway across the state, and start breeding rabbits. She rolled her eyes at the thought. Her Tinder profile was well thought out. She made sure to include a couple photos featuring her friends in Japan, a picture from her volunteer work last spring break, a picture after she climbed a small portion of The Great Wall of China last year (she looked just sweaty enough to seem personable, yet, not enough for all her makeup to have disappeared), and lastly, a selfie of her turning back to face her butt in a full-body mirror. She kept it as a reward to those who bother swiping to the end of her profile. Her bio on the app was simple, “Don’t know why I’m on here but maybe you can help me find out?” It was just enough to be interesting yet not enough to reveal anything.
Melissa hopped out of bed and quickly chugged a glass of water she kept waiting by her bedside. She always did this after hearing somewhere about how dehydrated you become over night. She instinctively crosses her legs after she finishes the glass and hurries to her toilet. Thankfully she sleeps in the nude and is able to release immediately upon reaching the bathroom. She sighs after peeing for a few seconds. She wipes herself and proceeds to wash her hands. Melissa then takes a shower, washes her face, brushes her teeth, and gets dressed. It’s summer and warm weather is a rarity in the midwest so she opts for a pink crop top and ripped jeans. She wears sneakers, as per usual, and applies her typical full face of makeup. Her job requires a uniform but she merely folds that and places it into her large purse.
Before she knows it, it’s 7am and Alex is calling Melissa. “I’m outside” he announces and Melissa grabs her purse, locks the front door, and heads outside. Alex removes himself from the car in order to open the door for Melissa. He's sporting a mint button-up that compliments his green eyes perfectly. He paired the top with a pair of khaki shorts and white sneakers. Melissa smiled at the outfit, it was just formal enough that he looked put together, yet, casual enough that he was still approachable. She steps inside of Alex’s car and the two exchange pleasantries. Alex begins placing an address into his car’s GPS and Melissa asks where they’re going. “It’s a surprise”. He states before smiling. He continues on to say that it’s a hole in the wall that he’s sure she’ll love. She simply smiles. Alex starts driving and conversation is good between them, but Melissa can’t help but notice how much time is passing. She’s what some may call a type-A personality meaning everything had a schedule and required perfection. It was a little less than perfect to have been in the car for twenty minutes already and not yet being at the destination. As if sensing this, Alex turns to Melissa and says, “Don’t worry, we’re almost there.” She smiles, internally kicking herself for once again having thoughts that were so easy to read. Melissa was a rather shy girl who always tried to be polite and gentle and..well..perfect. She thought back to last holiday with her ex-boyfriend and how she nearly vomited after lying to his mother about how good the cake she baked tasted.
Melissa could still hear the pain from that woman’s voice stating, “I guess you didn’t like it too much, huh?”, holding back tears. Ever since then, Melissa was determined to improve her facial transparency. Apparently, she still had a long way to go.
Eventually, Alex and Melissa arrive at the restaurant. They have a seat. Melissa glances at the menu as if she hadn’t spent twenty minutes looking at it online the night before and already determined what she’d order. The waitress arrives at their table and introduces herself. Alex orders coffees for both of them. Melissa liked a man who wasn’t afraid to take charge a little, no one’s ever ordered for her before. The waitress returns with two coffees. Melissa orders their signature cheesecake waffles while Alex orders French toast. Conversation flows easily. Alex talks about how he’s worked for the university’s newspaper for the past two years and its publication is the highlight of his week. Melissa smiles warmly, adoring whenever someone opens up about their passions with her. Their food arrives and they continue to chat while eating.
Eventually both clear their plates and finish their coffees yet, neither want the date to end. Melissa checks her phone. It’s only 7:55am. “Let’s go for a walk!”, Alex excitedly suggests. Melissa says, “That sounds great”, and stands to her feet. It was barely noticeable, yet, her bladder twitched. Melissa quickly ignored the feeling. It was nothing major, maybe only a 2 only a 1-10 scale. She was 19 years old for goodness sakes! Besides, Alex hadn’t excused himself yet at all. He was even cuter than his photos. Alex stood taller than her by nearly a foot (30.48cm) and had grown a rather luscious beard that wasn’t featured in any of his pictures on the app. This made their 4 year age gap even more palpable in Melissa’s mind. Here she was with a journalist who drove a nice car and had a fantastic smile as well as great dad bod (her ideal type), while she was some teenager without a license, and without her own place. She couldn’t afford to appear even less mature in front of him. That settles it then. It would have been different if Alex too needed to go. If that were the case then she could simply excuse herself as well, rush off to the toilet, and enjoy the rest of their date relieved. But that isn’t what happened. She quickly removed any thoughts of her bladder from her mind as she followed Alex out of the door.
They walk for about 5 minutes before stumbling upon a coffee shop. “The Roasted Bean!” He exclaims, grabbing Melissa’s hand as if to punctuate his statement. Her face flashes pink briefly as she looks at him and then at their intwined hands. Her expression is puzzled with both eyebrows lifted slightly and a strange smile across her face. “I haven’t seen one of these in years, I thought they were gone. We’ve gotta go in here! You said you like coffee anyway, right?” Alex asks, blushing slightly at their hands as well, but does not undo them.
Melissa nods because it’s true, she does love coffee - even if her bladder didn’t. She notices the advertisement for lavender lattes inside the establishment and that’s her all-time favorite beverage. Despite her better judgement, she follows Alex inside. If she were alone, she would order the tiniest size they sold. This made sense since she was tiny herself and so was her bladder, apparently. Coffee always managed to go right through her, almost as bad as alcohol. Alex reaches the counter before her though and ordered for both of them. He was trying to impress her with his memory of what her favorite beverage was and ordered the largest size lavender latte for her.
Normally, Melissa would be incredibly impressed with this gesture. If only she hadn’t had a glass of water and one cup of coffee already pressing against her bladder. It didn’t matter though. She was only a 3 or so on the desperation scale. Okay, gun to her head maybe a 3.5. Besides, if she really couldn’t resist the urge, there were toilets right beside the counter. Being as pee-shy as she was though, Melissa hoped she would be able to just continue holding on until the end of her date. She would conveniently depart from Alex, head inside her workplace restroom, and take a much-deserved piss. Melissa couldn’t help but linger on the image briefly. Oooh the relief will surely be amazing...
“Here ya go!” Alex states, interrupting Melissa’s thoughts. She grabs the ice latte from his hands and thanks him for the beverage. She places the lid to her lips and sips slowly. It’s delicious, perhaps even the tastiest iced lavender latte she’s ever had before in her life. It’s so tasty in fact that before she realizes, she drinks 3/4 of the cup. Between the drink and her engaging conversation with Alex, Melissa had completely forgotten about her bladder.
Once Alex finishes his cup he suggests that they continue walking. “Sorry but it’s hard for me to stay focused in just one place and I could go for a smoke. Do ya mind?” Melissa shakes her head no, which was kinda true. She honestly didn’t mind, her bladder did. As she stood up, Melissa could feel that her once fairly negligible 3.5 had increased to a 6. She would certainly not consider herself desperate or anything at this point, but, under typical circumstances she would have headed toward a restroom. Although a 6 was nowhere near unbearable for Melissa, it was just enough to remain a thought constantly in the back of her head. They headed for the door as Alex lit a cigarette. They chat and eventually settle on a bench. Melissa shifts ever so slightly as Alex is turned away, ensuring her bladder is in a comfortable enough position that it will not protest or result in anything potentially more embarrassing. Alex finishes his cigarette. The two are silent for a brief moment before Alex closes his eyes and leans in. Melissa can’t believe this is happening. Before she realizes it, they’re making out. She can taste the cigarette on his breath and to be honest, she’s into it. She’s so into it in fact that her bladder is the absolute last thing on her mind. They both lose track of time until eventually, Melissa feels a raindrop on her shoulder.
She quickly pulls away from Alex, not wanting to risk ruining her curly hair due to prolonged exposure to the rain. “That’s weird.” Alex remarks, “I didn’t think it was supposed to rain today..”. He pulls out his phone to check the weather forecast when Melissa notices his eyes widen. “What is it?” She asked.
“Shit! We better head back. I lost track of time, sorry”. Melissa took out her own phone and checked the time. It was currently 8:55am. They had exactly 35 minutes to relocate Alex’s car and drive to her job which, by Melissa’s calculations, is approximately 25 minutes away. This should give them exactly 10 minutes to hurry back to his car is this light rain before it worsens. Alex grabs Melissa’s left hand and quickly leads her back to his car. Melissa was thankful since her sense of direction was awful, yet, the pulling of her hand meant that her body was being dragged along ever so slightly. While this sensation was typically negligible, it was less than ideal with a rapidly filling bladder. While her left hand held Alex’s, her right hand held the still partially filled coffee cup. She grimaced as she saw it sloshing and felt the condensation against her finger tips. She briefly paused to press her legs together, Alex releasing her hand during this as he continues rushing back to the car. Melissa pretends that she almost tripped and that's why she let go, brushing her knee to emphasize the point. Of course her luck would turn sour. Desperate to pee while on the best date she's been on since her breakup.
Thankfully, they reach Alex’s car quickly. Melissa heads to the passenger door and patiently waits for Alex to unlock the car. She takes these few seconds to briefly lean against the car for support and relief, easing her hold briefly before hearing the car unlock and shuffling inside. She quickly places her partially-filled coffee cup in one of the holders.
Alex apologizes profusely for carelessly losing track of time while Melissa reassures him. If she wasn't so distracted, she would reflect on how sweet it was that she made this man become so wrapped up in the moment. Unfortunately, Melissa was distracted. She holds her breath while clicking her seatbelt into place. As she exhales, she winces. The pressure was not what she needed right now. What she needed was a toilet. She glanced briefly back at the establishments around them, thinking that they weren’t too far from the coffee shop and maybe she should just quickly excuse herself. She would tell the truth, admit she just needed to retreat inside briefly, and then she'd come back out., simple as that. It would be no big deal and she could spend the last few minutes of their date relaxed and fully enjoying Alex's company. She pushes the thought aside because although she's sure Alex wouldn't remark on her excusing herself, the thought of admitting to someone her plight was still too embarrassing.
This internal struggle does not go unnoticed by Alex. Apparently observant was another notable quality of his. “Are you okay?”, he asks, guilt in his voice. The pretty girl beside him has gone suspiciously silent. He silently cursed himself for losing track of time. I'm usually more aware than this. She was probably furious that I belatedly realized the time and almost left too late.
“Yeah, I’m fine” Melissa says, impressed at how she manages to keep her voice calm as usual. She needed Alex to ask less questions and actually start driving the damn car! She could tell that he was unsatisfied with her answer. “I just wanna make it to work on time, that’s all” I mean technically, that isn't a lie. She can’t bear the thought of being tardy just as she can’t bear the weight of her bladder which was currently a 7.
The rain seemed to be coming down with full-force. Melissa tried not to look out of the window and instead focus her efforts on her conversation with Alex (and her tired bladder, of course!). Suddenly, they reach a patch of traffic. The time is 9:08. They don’t seem too far away from her job and rationally the traffic shouldn’t interfere with their estimated time of arrival too severely, Melissa knew this, but her mind couldn’t be rational right now. It was truly her luck to be nursing a full bladder on a successful date, stuck in traffic while so close to work, with rain pounding against the windows. She chewed her bottom lip.
“How far away would you say we are?” She asks Alex, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible as to not arouse suspicion. She is looking away from him to hide her face. This succeeded in hiding her pained expression from him but without his face as a distraction, all Melissa could see and hear was the rain against her passenger window. She closes her eyes tightly for a moment as Alex places his hand on her thigh. Her entire leg stiffens in surprise before relaxing shortly after. “We’re not that far away, but are you sure you’re okay? Are you sure you don’t need anything?”
Melissa reiterates how she’s fine. As they move again, her mind is relieved and her body follows before tensing up again almost immediately thereafter. She hopes the movement is subtle enough to go by unnoticed but with his hand still on her thigh, Alex feels everything.
“C’mon, just tell me what’s wrong,” he says with genuine concern in his voice.
Although Melissa typically wouldn’t confess such a thing, she could tell that this man really wouldn’t be satisfied and rather than continue discussing the matter, which is only worsening her need, she hoped this would simply end the topic. “It’s really nothing. I just kinda need to pee is all.” That was the understatement of the century. If “kinda need to pee” meant “nearly bursting at the seams” then yes, one could say that Melissa did “kinda need to pee”. At least now, he'll hopefully change the topic to something that doesn't remind me of how badly I need to pee right now. Alex strokes her thigh softly. “Why didn’t you say anything earlier?” He asks. He felt bad for her. How long had she needed to go? He tried thinking back, wondering if there were any signs. “Now I feel even worse..”
“It’s fine.” Melissa says, turning back to face him. A light pink spreads across her face and remains there. She never tells people, especially handsome people she doesn’t know well, of her bodily needs yet here she was! It would be one thing to admit such desperation when a toilet was a mere few feet away and she could quickly dash off, but in a car? Alex now knows her need and knows that it must be pretty bad for her to have mentioned it. Oh great, how can this get any worse?
“Do you need me to pull over somewhere? I see a Starbucks up ahead” Alex asks, he can't help but noticed her pained facial expressions. She must be desperate, I can feel her near-constant shifting in the seat. He turns and faces Melissa with a face looking sympathetic as well as somehow pleased?
She can tell that he's genuinely trying to be nice. Her mind briefly entertains the thought, yet immediately refuses. The best course of action is to arrive at work to ensure I'm not late! Remember when Jessie went for an interview just last month and her attendance was cited as her number one flaw? You don't wanna end up in that situation. Besides, I'm a grown woman. Any reasonable 19 year old girl should be able to hold in her urine until convenient, right? She shifts in her seat slightly. Thankfully, Alex doesn't comment on the movement this time. Am I really gonna just sit here and let my bladder force me to squirm like a little girl?
A few more minutes pass as they get closer. Melissa finally recognizes the street names and realizes this must mean they’re almost to her workplace. Unfortunately, her bladder could also sense how close they were. Soon she kept thinking to herself. Soon she’d just be able to find relief by releasing what felt like a miniature ocean inside of her tiny bladder. She turned to her left, ensuring that Alex's eyes were glued to the road before gently placing her right palm against her inflated midsection. Curiosity had gotten the best of her. It feels rock solid! She flinches in surprise. She is thankful that Alex 's right hand had returned to the steering wheel where he was less likely to notice her now-obvious signs of desperation. Their conversation, although dwindling, was a temporary distraction from her bladder. Well, maybe this isn't so bad...she thinks to herself, a newfound hope. I can totally make it to work, easily! Can't believe I nearly doubted myself. This feeling of confidence was short-lived once the car stopped abruptly at a light. Melissa can’t help it, despite her tightly crossed legs, biting of her lower lip, and gripping of the car’s interior, the tiniest whimper manages to escape her lips while, reflexively, both hands reach between her legs. They don't make it to her crotch, instead, they ball into fists land place themselves midway between her crotch and knees. Her face is hot because she knows that a spurt has escaped her and dampened her panties. She can feel Alex rubbing on her thigh again.
“I’m really sorry about the traffic and all the rain. This must suck. Are you sure I shouldn’t pull over somewhere?” Alex asks. Damn, I wish there was something else I could do...He glanced at her coffee cup, noticing how it was near empty. Maybe I should even suggest she pee in that It's definitely her quickest option...his thoughts quickly trail off. What a dumb suggestion, she'd never go for such an idea.
“No!” Melissa blurts out, a little too quickly, her face now on fire as she takes in his apologetic glances. “I promise I’m fine. I really don’t even need to go that badly”. They briefly exchange glances, both aware that she’s lying. Melissa is thankful that she’s wearing jeans today instead of her signature skirts because if she wasn’t, then let’s just say Alex might have ended up with a wet seat..her thoughts trail off. She would be fine, she had to be fine, there was no other option. Her knuckles were beginning to turn white from the strain. Alex's eyes became permanently glued to the road at this point and their conversation had completely ceased. Without being able to rely on their conversation as a distraction, Melissa began to focus on dry thoughts. The Sahara Desert Eventually, this isn't enough to distract her and her mind wanders back to last year when she nearly lost control inside a Japanese temple. That was the last time I was even close to being this desperate for a toilet but this time is was worse! And at least I was alone last year and not surrounded by a handsome date I'm trying to leave a good impression on.
Right! She wants me to keep talking as a distraction. In an attempt to lighten the mood, he states“Well, on the bright side, I’ll still find you super cute even if you pee all over my car.” He flashes a quick gorgeous smile punctuated by a wink before snort laughing. Melissa’s entire body tenses. Usually she would fixate on this man's adorkable snort laugh, but that was currently the last thing on her mind. Is my desperation really that obvious? Does Alex think I'm childish? Even worse, is he mocking me? Her mind was swimming in thoughts and her body rocked softly.
I'm such an idiot! Why would I say something so stupid? “I guess that wasn’t very funny, sorry. Don’t worry, we’re almost there.” He squeezed her knee.
She can’t help it, she’s never been this desperate before. She was at a 9, maybe even a 9.5. Having had a small bladder since childhood, Melissa was experienced with being desperate. Many a time she would be interacting with a customer at work and would briefly need to excuse herself to "check on something in the back". That was almost always code for "take a ferocious piss in the work bathroom". She would typically go to the bathroom when her need neared a 6 though, rarely, a 7 when she's been out drinking. Maybe some would hold to bursting more frequently than her, but Melissa's need would grow exponentially. She could go from a 7 to a 10 in mere minutes sometimes. She was relieved to hear Alex assure her that her plight was nearly over, although not as relieved as she would like to be at this moment. She couldn't believe this gentleman knew how badly her bladder ached and even made a joke about how badly she needed to perform the private function. The reality was that she was scarily close to having an accident in this man's car. “No you're fine, just please keep talking, I need the distraction" she chuckles softly, irritating the swollen organ suffering beneath her seatbelt. She shifts again. Should I ask him to hurry? Is that too immature? Too unladylike? "And If you could...um..please hurry” she mumbles decidedly, her head facing down, staring at her feet. She felt like a child on a road trip who forgot to use the toilet during a rest stop and was now pleading with their parent to pull over somewhere. Within a minute, they finally pull into Melissa’s work place.
She pulls out her phone and there’s exactly 7 minutes to spare. Melissa audibly sighs, rapidly undoes her seatbelt, and relaxes her muscles ever so slightly. Alex hears this and chuckles. He unbuckles his seatbelt and leans in. She knows he wants a parting kiss and she does as well. Melissa leans in to give it, but her bladder has other ideas. Being this close to a toilet and not using it was not going to happen if it had a say. She reaches for the passenger door, opens it rapidly, nearly exits before settling on leaving it ajar. She sheepishly turns to Alex. “Give me just one moment, I’ll be right back”.
Melissa gingerly exits the car and rushes as quickly as she can inside her job without jostling her bladder. As soon as she makes it out of Alex’s view, she unbuttons her jeans and unzips her pants ever so slightly. She then cradles her swollen midsection and heads into the ladies room. Usually a girl as timid as Melissa wouldn’t dare resort to such tactics but today was an exception. Today she knew that if she didn’t take these precautions, she’d wind up with soaked jeans.
She hurriedly opens the restroom door and shut herself into the first stall available. Thankfully the only person around to witness her rush was the custodian. She pulls down her jeans and panties rapidly, not a moment to spare as Melissa releases a torrent into the porcelain bowl, her stream echoing loudly off the walls. She can’t help it, a gentle sigh escapes her lips. She looks down at her pink cotton panties briefly and notices the faintest wet spot. It was surprisingly wide, spanning the circumference of a golf ball. That was a close call, she thinks to herself, way too close. Before long, her stream reduced to a trickle and then to nothing at all. She then grabbed a few squares of toilet paper, dried herself off, dried the panties off, pulled up her panties, and pulled up her jeans. She then took this time to change into her work uniform. Her job was thankfully right next to the toilets and close to the front door of the building.
She quickly leaves the stall and washes her hands before exiting her workplace again and heading back into Alex’s car. "That might have been the quickest pee I've ever seen someone take!" He remarks, almost in awe. “Someone looks relieved”, he adds and Melissa smiles. She would be embarrassed but it's not like she can deny what just happened anyway. Instead, she says, “You have no idea.” They kiss briefly. "Thanks for such a memorable date" Alex adds. The two depart as she heads into work and manages to punch in just before her shift starts, she is annoyed at feeling the dampness against her lower lips, but thankful no one else could see evidence of her close call.
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PRE - LENA DISCOVERING KARA'S IDENTITY!
Lena Luthor admired Supergirl like nobody else. Although she had a hard time expressing it to her, Supergirl was most likely her best friend - which scared her, because Luthor's don't typically have friends, let alone best friends. They have acquaintances that have mutual benefits. But Supergirl was different, whenever she would fly to the balcony of L Corp to greet her after a long day, Lena would get butterflies. This made Lena more uncomfortable. She wasn't sure how to even properly go about a friendship. Does she invite Supergirl for coffee? Probably not. Lena was at times quick to let her admiration turn to jealousy when she would see Supergirl do something that humans could only dream of doing - carrying a plane, or soaring over National City or even having bullets deflect off her like nothing. It wasn't typical jealousy, like 'I want what you have' jealousy, it was more like... what weaknesses could Supergirl have?
But even when she thought about that, she didn't mean weaknesses in the way that she could hurt Supergirl, just guilty pleasures or embarrassing things that every regular person does! Lena hated the fact that even though Supergirl was her friend, she couldn't help but think the way she does. She was dying for a glimpse of Supergirl's imperfections, because truthfully the youngest Luthor was full of those. Do Kryptonians get embarrassingly more drunk than they intend to like humans? Has Supergirl ever even touched alcohol? Those were just a few odd things Lena had speculated on. She guessed no on both.
Supergirl was too regal in her stance, too perfect in every way imaginable. It made the young billionaire CEO frustrated. But that would soon change.
It was a typical Supergirl save on the news when Lena checked her phone in her office. Something about a bus full of kids falling off a bridge that she caught mid-air, regular National City stuff. She made an effort to not stay too late anymore, but that effort truthfully wasn't working, it was already 9 P.M. with at least a few more hours of paperwork stacked on her desk. But then she heard it - a gust of wind and the sound of the Kryptonian girl landing on Lena's balcony. She smiled to herself before she stood in her tight black dress that barely passed her knees. Supergirl stood in the doorway.
"Can I come in, Miss Luthor? Or do I need to start making appointments and going through security?" Supergirl joked.
"Well, I thought about making you do that, but you look like you have so much fun when you shake my office with your landings." Lena smiled back.
"Sorry! I didn't even realize I was -" Supergirl began. "Supergirl, you are always welcome to land on my balcony." Lena smiled, cutting her off.
Supergirl smiled back at her, looking down. "What do I owe the pleasure? I thought you'd be celebrating, or basking in self righteous glory after saving that busload of kids," Lena said, putting extra sarcastic emphasis on the celebration part as she watched Supergirl enter and sit on the couch in the middle of her office.
"What? I can't stop by on my way home to see how you're doing?" Supergirl replied, faking how offended she was.
"Well, I'm twelve hours deep into what's probably going to be a 14 hour day," Lena said, sitting next to Supergirl, and pulling two empty wine glasses out from under the table followed by a bottle of red wine.
"I don't know if you know this, but Kryptonians can't really get drunk off human alcohol," Supergirl smiled awkwardly.
"Of course you can't, but just indulge me?" Lena said, crossing that off in her mental notes about mundane things Kryptonians do or don't do.
"I mean, they do say don't drink and fly, but I don't know who's going to pull me over and breathalyze me a few thousand feet in the air, so why not?" Supergirl said.
Lena laughed a bit, pouring wine into the two glasses. "I hope your big save tonight went smoothly," Lena said, admiring the chest symbol of her suit.
Supergirl laughed a bit nervously, "It.. It was fine, just business as usual!" She replied, trying to sound confident.
"Did I just hear a stutter? Come on, now you've got to tell me!" Lena said back, curiosity burning.
Supergirl felt her inner Kara shining through for a minute before she began, "It's really embarrassing, but I was absolutely dying to pee," Supergirl laughed a bit, brushing her blonde hair out of her face.
Lena was almost taken aback by the thought of that. Supergirl hunched over, holding herself. Desperate. She tried not to let her mind wander, but she felt something there that was different from what she expected, and it took her no time at all to realize she was oddly attracted to that idea.
"Well.." Lena paused, still trying to escape the thought of that, "It happens to the best of us," Lena smiled.
Supergirl, playing along smiled at the Luthor, "Even the scariest woman in National City, the great Lena Luthor, has to go sometimes?"
Lena blushed, recalling a situation in a board room last week where she nearly wet herself. "No, definitely not me! That's not what I meant when I said that!" Lena said, getting a bit defensive, but still jokingly.
Supergirl sighed, "I'm just happy I got out of there before some reporter arrived trying to ask me questions."
Lena immediately thought of her friend, or acquaintance, or whatever label best described Kara Danvers.
"It is getting late though, I just really wanted to make sure you're not over here working yourself to death," The Kryptonian girl said as she stood up. Lena couldn't help but notice Supergirl lightly squeezing her thighs together.
"You haven't even touched your wine!" Lena complained as Supergirl made her way to the balcony.
"You haven't touched yours! And besides, National City will need a fully functioning Supergirl tomorrow morning! And it'll definitely need a fully functioning Lena Luthor too, so get some sleep tonight," Supergirl smiled, still slightly squirming in place. Lena smiled at her, nodding. And with that, Supergirl was gone like a gust of wind.
Lena made her way back to her desk, sitting down with her glass of wine. She couldn't get the idea out of her head. This definitely wasn't what Lena meant when she thought about Supergirl's weaknesses.
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Kara would like to think she had a lot of friends, a lot of good friends. Her sister, Alex, would always be her best friend - but right now, Alex was far from her best friend. Kara just got back from her slightly embarrassing visit with Lena to the DEO to get the all good to return home - but there was one issue - Kara Danvers had to pee really, really bad. She understood Alex and J'onn had tons of paperwork to fill out, but the whole debriefing process on the bus incident was absolutely killing her.
"And you didn't talk to any media before you left the scene?" Alex asked sternly.
"No!" Kara said frustrated, then correcting her tone, "I mean no, no I didn't."
Alex looked at Kara strangely. "Are you okay?" She inquired.
Kara tried really hard not to roll her eyes. "I'm fine, I just really want to go home now, you know?" Kara said back, her thighs were pushed together so hard she thought they might explode. She was doing everything in her Kryptonian power to not squirm in front of her sister, but she also tried that in front of Lena Luthor a few minutes ago, and still managed to look like a little kid. It was one of her many, humanizing, humbling and embarrassing secrets that Kara Danvers was in fact pee-shy. The idea of trying to admit that she had to pee, especially while wearing her Supergirl suit, was totally humiliating. And not to mention the idea of peeing in public places. If Kara Danvers couldn't do it, Supergirl definitely wouldn't either.
"Well, that pretty much covers it our end. You should probably go home and get some sleep, it looks like you could use it," Alex said, still looking at Kara a little strangely.
Kara smiled awkwardly, standing up. "Perfect! Great! Okay, see you tomorrow. Love you, bye!" Kara said as she speed walked to the place she could take off from in the DEO.
Alex watched her awkward stance and walk. 'She really needs to piss,' Alex laughed to herself.
Just as Kara was about to take off, she felt her phone buzz. 'Damn it, really?' Kara thought to herself. She quickly checked her phone to see Lena had texted her.
I know it's late, but I really need you to swing by my office with that article you wrote on L Corp so we can go over some of the new changes before you publish it tomorrow! Thank you.
L Corp was closer to the DEO than Kara's apartment was by far. 'Okay. I can hold it. I'm Supergirl.' Kara thought to herself. And with that, she took off - landing half a block from L Corp's real entrance. She quickly changed to her proper Kara clothes - tighter blue jeans that she liked to show off in and her pink blouse and obnoxiously long tan overcoat, then proceeded to the entrance.
"Great. Security." Kara muttered to herself. She proceeded to the security desk, where she got eyeballed by the security guy. It was late on a Tuesday, so the building was pretty much dead.
"Hi, Kara Danvers here to meet Lena Luthor," Kara said to the security guy.
"I'll page her," he replied, hitting the pager button. "Miss Luthor, a Kara Danvers here to see you."
"Send her up," Lena replied.
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Kara stood in the elevator, regretting her choice to not just rush home quickly to use the bathroom. She crossed her legs tightly, biting her lip. The elevator ride felt like years, but finally she hit Lena's floor, and to her surprise, Lena stood right in front of the elevator entrance. Kara immediately composed herself, surprised.
"L-Lena! It's so good to see you!" Kara said, nervously.
Lena took a minute to recognize that for once, Kara Danvers wasn't composed. That was odd to her. "Kara! So good to see you too," Lena replied, embracing Kara in a hug that felt almost a little too long.
"I brought the article on my cellphone, just let me take notes and I can edit the article at home and have it ready for first thing in the morning!" Kara said. She usually respected how hands on Lena was with the L Corp brand since Lex ruined it, but now was not one of those times.
"Sounds good," Lena smiled guiding Kara to her office. Lena sat on the white couch with a half empty glass of wine. "You got here so fast!" She said.
Kara eyed the full glass of wine Lena had poured Supergirl no less than a half hour ago that she never drank. "Well, I was in the neighborhood," Kara smiled, sitting next to Lena on the couch. "Did you.. have someone over?" Kara said, looking at the full glass.
"I actually just poured that for you! Please, indulge me," Lena said, smiling.
"I.. I really shouldn't, I have work in the morning a-and-" Before she could finish, Lena raised the full glass to Kara's mouth, forcing Kara to take a sip.
Kara shuttered, crossing her legs and feeling the waistband of her jeans over her tight Kryptonian bladder. The button would probably break if her bladder got any bigger.
"O-Okay! Well, here's the article," Kara replied, taking the glass and setting it down. She opened her phone, passing it to Lena who read over it with the eye of a hawk maybe three times or so. Lena began writing notes on a piece of paper while she studied. She looked up at Kara, who was biting her lip and crossing her legs.
"No need to be so nervous, Kara, you're a great writer! I just like to put some finishing touches on," Lena said to the visibly uncomfortable Kara.
Kara nodded, "S-Sorry, just a long day."
Lena smiled, as she continued on for about ten minutes or so asking Kara questions and writing notes about the L Corp article. Kara sat there, trying her absolute hardest to not pee her pants in front of Lena Luthor. She lightly rubbed her thighs, squeezed her thighs and crossed her legs while Lena read and wrote. Finally, Lena handed Kara her phone back. "That should do it!" Lena said, excited.
"Great, I'll get home and make sure everything is ready for the morning!" Kara said, standing in a hurry.
"But Kara, you've barely touched your wine!" Lena said, almost a little offended.
"I-I'm just not a big drinker," Kara replied holding her hands behind her back.
Lena stood, smiling at Kara. "Finish this glass with me, please?" Lena pleaded, giving her the absolute worst or best puppy dog eyes Kara had ever seen. Against everything in her body telling her no, Kara sat back down. "One glass?" Kara replied.
"One glass," Lena said back.
The two sat for ten minutes or so talking about their lives of recent while sipping Lena's expensive red wine, and finally Kara had finished hers.
"Lena, I really need to go now," Kara said, a little shaky in her voice.
"I guess I've tortured you with my boring business life for long enough," Lena said back, standing up. Kara stood slowly next to her, feeling something she had never done on this planet before. Kara just peed a bit in her panties. Her eyes widened as she quickly regained control, composing herself.
"N-No, Lena. You could never bore me," Kara smiled shakily as the two walked back to the elevator. Lena called the elevator for Kara.
"Are you leaving too?" Kara asked Lena, who had just put on her jacket.
"I think it's about time," Lena laughed.
Kara smiled, looking down at her jeans. 'Oh thank Rao. No wet spot.'
Finally, the elevator arrived and the two entered. Lena hit the first floor button as the doors closed and the elevator began to head down, but to Lena's surprise and Kara's absolute horror, a terrible grinding noise overcame the elevator, shaking and stopping the elevator. Kara lost her balance for a split second, feeling warmth run down the inside of her thigh for a split second. She immediately glanced down to see a small wet spot the size of a baseball on her tight blue jeans. She reacted immediately, covering it up with her tan jacket.
"Oh my God, Kara! I'm so sorry, these elevators are in desperate need of a service," Lena said in shock, not noticing the fact Kara Danvers had just slightly wet her pants.
"Oh, no..." Kara said, almost tears in her eyes from pain or humiliation - most likely both.
Lena looked at Kara, who could no longer help it - she was holding herself with both her hands, thighs pushed together.
"I-I'm so sorry, Lena.." Kara said. She couldn't even make eye contact with Lena as she held herself. Lena got closer to Kara, lightly hugging her and stroking her blonde hair.
"You can let it out, Kara," Lena whispered in her ear. Just the sound of that made Kara leak more.
"I.. I can't, please." Kara begged.
"I won't tell anyone, Kara." Lena replied as she kept stroking her hair. Tears welled up in Kara's eyes as she stood back from Lena and let go of her crotch, revealing the wet spot. Kara's face was a bright red that got redder as the wet spot started to grow down her thighs, to her knees and to her ankles, overflowing her shoes and puddling around her. Kara's tears turned to full on sobbing as she stood in her puddle, but she suddenly felt the warm embrace of Lena Luthor hugging her, getting her own tight dress wet in the process.
"Kara, it's okay."
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"Okay, I did what you asked earlier" the voice of my girlfriend Shino pulls me away from my laptop. I hear her close the front door to the apartment and hang her coat up." I enter the hallway from where I was relaxing in the living room; I was pleased to see Shino had changed out of her store uniform before she got here. She was in her normal attire now. Plaited skirt, white button-up shirt and a thin silk scarf around her neck, her clothes nearly as beautiful as she is. "Hey Shino, how was your shift?" I play innocent, knowing it will get her riled up; I reach out to hug her like always. "Not very comfortable, Tanaka" she scoffs, "and you know perfectly well why."
"What do you mean darling? I don't know what you are talking about." I give her a playful grin as she accepts my hug. "Hhhhhmph, stop playing dumb you idiot" she pierces me with a glare. In response, I hug harder, making sure most of the force goes into her swollen bladder. It was like I could feel the shockwave go through her body, her cheeks went bright red and eyes wide. "Don't do that so hard or I'll...erm" she stumbled on her words, not wanting to say what I wanted her to say out loud. I knew it would be hard for her to blurt out, the embarrassment would be terrible, but I knew she could do it; all she needed was a bit more encouragement. "Come on, Shino, you know you can confide anything in me." My grip tightens in small increments as I spoke. Remember that night on the waterfront? The waves were splashing up on the beach, and the cool water was hitting our feet as we sat in the damp sand. We promised to each other that night to tell each other what our problems were."
Shino looked me in the eyes, her expression unimpressed "You brought that night up just to talk about water, didn't you?" This time I tripped on my words a bit "Welllllll I. yeah you don't buy my bullshit, huh?" Shino giggled softly "Not one bit." We broke our hug, and she moved past me; hobbling straight for the bathroom. "Hey, wait up Shino" I called after her before jogging to her side. "What about the teasing, the holding and other stuff?" She had her head down, her long jet black hair obscuring her face. As much as I wanted to do all that stuff for you Tanka, I just can't hold it much longer. You fake wanted to know why my shift was uncomfortable? I'll tell you why." She then began a detailed list of the day. "9:45 am this morning I took my morning piss, a long hard stream after my bladder had kept urine locked in all night. 10 am: after drinking 500ml, at your instruction, I headed for my 6-hour shift. Every hour I drank 250ml as you asked me to. At hour number 4, I decided to do something to surprise you; I doubled my intake. That was a huge fuck up on my part Tanaka. I had to hide my desperation throughout the rest of the shift."
"My bladder was like a giant water balloon. Press too hard on it, and it would pop. I would have soaked my black work trousers in the middle of the store. A urine puddle the size of lake Niagra spread around my soaking wet sneakers. I felt the weight of all that pent up pee pushing on my pee hole, an ocean worth of pressure desperate to burst out of my pussy. It was like I was holding a glass vase on ice, one wrong move and my bladder control would shatter. My sphincter was on overdrive to keep me from spurtings. I knew if I even so much as let a drop leave my bladder that would be the end of it. A leak would turn into a firehose stream in a matter of seconds as my poor bladder releases its firey hot contents. And during this torture, I could hardly do anything. I talked to customers over the counter with my legs crossed so tightly I lost feeling in them. My crotch felt like it was on fire. When I rubbed my thighs together, it felt so confusing. Partially it felt like my vagina was about to explode with a forceful piss, partially it felt like I was about to cum all over myself and then feel the relief of a monster-sized piss. Honestly, I'm not sure which would feel better."
If the bulge in my pants did not give away how excited Shino's description made me feel nothing would. "So-o-o how weren't you beside yourself with desperation at the door?" Shino reached into her skirt pockets and pulled out what I can only describe as my wildest fantasy. Her white panties, soaked through. They were so wet they were see-through, she squeezed them hard. A rainfall like stream of clear liquid fell to the laminated floor. She pointed at the front door "Might wanna clean the outside balcony a bit before someone sees the mess." I was cognizant as she said that, I think I just groaned in response. "I'm just gonna wash my hands quickly." She then ducked into the bathroom. "Oh by the way" I hear her call from inside "be a little bit more with it once you are done, Tanaka. I got quite excited from doing this, so I'm gonna need some help with that." "I love you too" was my blurted response. I grabbed a bowl and some soapy water from the kitchen, slightly scared to see how big Shino's puddle was.
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Sunny’s new temp-to-permanent clerical job was easy so far, albeit a bit boring. It was just a lot of data entry, filing and answering phones. She also got along great with her co-workers (it helped that she was a young, attractive, happy-go-lucky Korean American woman). The only annoying thing was her seemingly overactive bladder. She would frequently have to run to the ladies’ room during the work day and even cutting down on coffee didn’t appear to help. She worried that it might be affecting her work, but no one in management had approached her about it yet.
Then about three weeks into the job, Sunny was called into a meeting with Human Resources. They explained that her frequent restroom breaks were interfering with her work productivity. She was shocked by what they would tell her next: she would now only be allowed to go to the restroom during her two fifteen-minute breaks and her one-hour lunch break (her work schedule was 8 a.m. to 5 p.m.). If she went to the restroom at any other time, she would be written up, and after being written up three times, her work contract would be terminated. They explained all of this with the phony politeness that she found so annoying about HR departments in general. She thought it was totally wrong that she was being treated this way, but she was still just a temp.
It wasn’t like she could just quit the job, either. It was the first employment she had in over six months and the economy still wasn’t doing too great. She would just have to put up with it.
Sunny came to work the next morning filled with a slight feeling of dread. She wore a tan pantsuit and off-brand brown women’s dress shoes and her shoulder-length hair pulled back in a chignon hairstyle. She had decided to try and avoid drinking any liquids for the entire workday so she wouldn’t need to urinate that often. This seemed to work at first: she started feeling an urge to pee about twenty minutes before the first 15-minute break at 10 a.m. Even though it was uncomfortable, she had no difficulty holding it. She didn’t have to pee at all for the next hour and forty-five minutes afterward, but avoiding drinking anything made her very thirsty by the time her lunch break arrived. Sunny then found herself getting bottled water from the break room vending machine and gulping it down, hoping it wouldn’t cause her any problems. But sure enough, she was hit with an urgent need to pee not more than twenty minutes after getting back from lunch.
DAMN it, Sunny thought. She had another hour and forty minutes to go until the next 15-minute break and she was just going to have to grin and bear it. She decided to try and not to think about her bladder, but over the next twenty minutes, her desperation rapidly got worse. She was starting to fidget at her desk uncontrollably and worry about whether she’d be able to make it or not. Just then, she saw her supervisor Mrs. Sanchez walking down the aisle. Sunny hoped that if she asked nicely if she could go to the ladies’ room just a couple of minutes, her supervisor would let her.
She was going to call her name, but Mrs. Sanchez arrived at her cubicle first.
“How do you like working here so far, Sunny?” she asked.
“It’s okay,” Sunny replied, smiling nervously and trying to sit still. “There are plenty of things to do.”
“That’s good. Oh, Bob in Logistics needs those reports emailed by 4.”
“I’ll get right on it. Uh, by the way, could I go to the restroom real quick, please? I’ll be back in just two minutes. It’s really an emergency.” Sunny had one hand pressed into her crotch under the desk.
Mrs. Sanchez’s middle-aged brow furrowed in disapproval.
“Now, Sunny, it was explained to you in the meeting yesterday: you can only go to the restroom during your standard break periods,” she replied. “If I let you go now, I’ll have to write you up.”
“But Mrs. Sanchez, I…”
“You only have a little more than an hour before your next 15-minute break---it’s not that long to wait.”
She patted her hand patronizingly on Sunny’s shoulder. “Bob’s counting on you.”
Then she turned around quickly and walked back down the aisle before Sunny could protest again.
Sunny sat there in utter despair. There was nothing else she could do except to try and hold it until the break.
Another twenty-five minutes passed as Sunny’s desperation went from worse to much worse. Her bladder was screaming at her and there was no way she thought she could make it at this point. Her legs were shaking involuntarily and it was nearly impossible for her to concentrate on her work. Then she saw Mrs. Sanchez talking to another employee at a nearby cubicle. She stood up and hobbled out into the aisle with her knees her pressed together.
“Mrs. Sanchez, I need to use the restroom really bad!” Sunny pleaded while doing an obvious pee-pee dance. “Can I please just…”
Mrs. Sanchez sighed in exasperation.
“Sunny, you are an adult and you should be able to hold your bladder,” Mrs. Sanchez replied sternly. The other female employee (a blonde girl whom Sunny considered an airhead) tittered.
“But I…”
“If you don’t sit back down and do your work, you’ll be written up right now!”
Sunny did as she was told. Her eyes welled up with tears as sat at her desk. She was certain she was going to wet her pants soon---she hadn’t done that since she was in grade school (Mrs. Sanchez even seemed to act like a mean grade school teacher, in fact).
Sunny struggled to hold it in for fifteen more minutes. Then she felt she couldn’t wait anymore. Her need to urinate was a white-hot agony and she had to get to a toilet now---she didn’t care if she got written up or not anymore. She got up and walked slowly out of her cubicle.
Then Mrs. Sanchez saw her.
“Sunny, what do you think you’re doing? You’re supposed…”
“Mrs. Sanchez, I c-can’t hold it anymore,” Sunny stammered. Suddenly, she felt urine spurt into the crotch of her lace cotton panties. She gasped and squeezed her thighs together in an attempt to clamp herself shut.
“I think she really has to go pee, Mrs. Sanchez,” a male employee said.
“That’s it, I’m calling the staffing agency,” Mrs. Sanchez replied unsympathetically.
“N-no, don’t, I just need to…..oh my God, NO!”
Sunny’s bladder couldn’t take it anymore and she started to wet herself. She looked down in shock and horror as hot urine seemed to burst from the crotch of her tan cotton dress pants, almost completely saturating them in both the front and back as it flooded down her legs. An enormous puddle formed at her feet, soaking her shoes and turning the blue-gray carpet below almost black. Mrs. Sanchez and the rest of the nearby employees could only stare, also completely shocked.
Sunny stood there peeing for a little over a minute. Then she came to senses and ran out of the office sobbing from humiliation, leaving wet shoeprints on the carpet behind her. Then she ran into the ladies’ room and into a stall, still sobbing loudly. Her wet pants clung to her legs and she absolutely reeked of urine. The fact that she still had to stick with this job made her cry even more.
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AS is suggested in the fiction itself i am stuck in isolation, like many others. i had some time on my hands so decided to write something, hopefully it'll be enjoyed. In my usual style the looks of the protagonist have been left to your imagination, everyone's tastes are different after all. Anyway, i hop you enjoy and should be a desire i have left scope for a follow up.
Enjoy!
I’m stuck in quarantine, have been for nearly seven days now. Stuck. Trapped within the same four walls day after day, I’m not allowed out, nobody is allowed in and to ensure we all follow the rules, police make spot checks to ensure the law is being followed. Up until now I’ve been a good girl, I’ve spent my days watching TV, sorting through clothes, reading books, you know the usual sort of thing. I haven’t even indulged myself once. Well there was Tuesday morning, I would say you certainly indulged, I think its hard to forget wetting your panties and playing with yourself whilst watching videos of others in a similar predicament as a mere accident. Shut up. Besides I’m a grown woman I can spend my time how I choose, why is it my annoying inner voice never shuts up?
It was a pleasant Friday morning. The sun was shining outside, and it was a rather comfortable twelve degrees centigrade, I had a late start this morning as I slept in until after eleven AM, but I guess I have little better to do these days. Nonetheless, I roused myself from the inviting comforts of my fleece lined duvet and proceeded to greet the world. Usually I wear little more than underwear for bed, but it was particularly chilly last night so I donned a pair of pink fluffy pyjamas with a frolicking sheep print. I find them adorable. Underneath I had relinquished my bra (who wears a bra to bed, crazy people) so it was just an old and slightly embarrassing pair of rather large but extremely comfortable grey bikini cut panties. Not the kind of thing you’d wear for your husband or boyfriend lets put it that way, but nonetheless an old favourite.
I hopped out of bed, drew my curtains and peered out my blinds into the world below. Its only a small town but at this time of the day its usually a hive of activity; stores having deliveries, people with their dogs roaming the streets, children playing or waiting for their school bus, neighbours pottering in their garden, but these days nothing is quite so simple. The street itself is ambiguous, some would describe it as affluent with a middle-class ring to it, others would say it’s a working-class area that has done well for itself. All the homes are semidetached, each with our own private gardens and off-street parking. The home opposite mine has been whitewashed, meaning on a day like today the sunlight gleams of its surface, its quite beautiful in its own way. Being in the countryside its also peaceful, safe and with pleasant views over the fields and towards the hills where local farmers keep their pigs and sheep. It is very much a small, close knit community where everyone knows everyone else, there are very few secrets.
I trundled downstairs, unlocked my front door and took a deep breath of fresh English air. Every morning I do the same thing and it never grows tiresome, there is something about English air that I believe is unique. It is truly invigorating. It had been recycling bin day the night before and as usual the council operatives had left it in the usual clumsy way, so I retrieved it and tied it back up in my front yard, getting past my car on the driveway was a tight squeeze, hope I didn’t scratch it!
After retrieving my bin, I took in one last lungful of English air and proceeded back inside, locked my door and once again I was alone with my thoughts. Last evening, I was chatting with a friend of mine, she is in a similar position as me, quarantined, cut off and totally alone. During which, hidden amongst the usual chit chat and general gossip, she confided that since she had been isolated she was spending more time than ever masturbating, understandable I suppose, she always did have a substantial appetite in that area and with no man around, sometimes you have to do what’s necessary. Nevertheless, to hear her say so got me excited and my panties became a little wet, the words were replaying in my mind through most of the night and my dreams through the night followed a similar pattern. Suffice to say, as I woke up this morning, I was tearing at the reins so to speak.
Whilst alone and totally cut off with nothing better to do, it is quite tricky to supress naughty thoughts. I had spent quite a reserve of energy through the week doing just that. Tuesday was a one off, I like to deny myself the reality and convince my subconscious it was a genuine accident that anyone, particularly a weak little girl might suffer but I think we both know the truth In the matter. It all started after I was reading a rather entertaining book, the book itself is largely unimportant but there was a passage within its pages, when an attractive, thirty something female is desperate for the bathroom. Reading how she was squirming, bouncing up and down, intertwined with vocal protests that she was going to wet herself was too much for me. In the book itself, the passage ends with her safely ensconced in a bathroom, but in my own mind her damp panties reminded her throughout the day, what a foolish girl she had been. It was far too much for me.
I dropped my book and very consciously became aware of my aching bladder. I waddled upstairs, keeping my legs as tight together as possible to stop any leaks, quite simply these clothes were not the right ones for the job. They were dark in colour, light in material and totally unsuitable. When I wet myself, I like a light coloured material so I can see what a mess I have made of myself and a heavier material, so it soaks up more of my humiliation and I can feel it heavy against my skin for longer.
I stripped out of my normal outfit and began to pick out a naughty playtime outfit. My top was irrelevant, I like my breasts readily available and easy to get a hold off. I selected a pair of heavy grey jogger bottoms, very boring I know but when warm pee is gushing down the legs and I can see it spreading to all corners, it becomes a very clear choice and one I often make. Panties are a trickier choice. Again, I want something light in colour but choosing a colour is easier said than done. I wasn’t keen on going grey and gey, so I picked out a pair of purple bikini panties which are mega comfortable and seriously cute to boot. I love the frilled edges along the waist, and which curve their way around my ample bottom, not one drop is wasted with these and they have a cute little bow in the middle too.
Outfit selected I checked myself in a full body mirror, all seemed good. I didn’t push, I just gently let my defences drop and before long I could feel a warmth against my lips. It was slow and very steady, I looked down and the merest hint of wetness was showing under my crotch area. I put my defences back up and after one or two dribbles I was in control again. I had stopped to inspect and admire the damage, at this point it wasn’t much but if I was in a public place it would be quite clear to see that, at the very least I had had a small accident. Around my crotch there was a wet spot protruding from the middle to maybe a couple inches either side, when I crossed my legs, I could feel a gentle warm wetness against my thighs. I think my bum was wet too; I could certainly feel a little something, but nothing showed in the mirror. Even when I lowered my bottoms to view my panties, I could see nothing at the back. At the front however the cotton had done its’s job nicely and presented a lovely wet patch against my pussy, I could feel my feminine juices making things a little sticky down their too.
I raised my bottoms and pulled them well over my waist, in the mirror I could see the faintest outline of my pussy at the front which just turned me on even more and round the back I had a huge VPL, I could see every contour of my underwear. In the heat of the moment I had a fantasy about going out into the street like this. Imagine all the people looking at me in my humiliating state, pee stain around the crotch, pussy on view and a huge VPL to anyone viewing from behind, it was driving me crazy. I let my defences down again and a stronger steady stream surged forth. At one stage I could feel almost a puddle forming in my panties, as if my panties were determined to contain the accident to save my further humiliation, but it was a lost cause. Pee began spreading across my crotch and gently trickling down my legs. My bottoms were very tight, so there was no hiding from the small river of shame escaping down my legs and exiting onto my exposed feet. As the stream continued, I grabbed the waist of my bottoms and yanked them upwards and a wave of pee splashed froth with some vigour. I rubbed my fingers against my throbbing pussy and felt a wave of bliss wash over me, I let out a shrill moan. I examined myself in the mirror and upon the view I was presented with I let out another moan. My grey bottoms were now soaked. The stain of a small, innocent accident had expanded into something altogether very different. The inside of my legs had become a dark, saggy grey colour. The weight of my garment had increased many folds through the amount of pee it had absorbed. Round the back the patch had expanded above the gusset of my panties, which was plain to see to anyone stood behind me. Upon inspection my panties were dripping wet, in more ways than one, the contrast between wet and dry was clear and obvious, no hiding your shame in purple panties, that’s why I love the colour purple. I played around with my hands for a time. I repeatedly pulled my panties into my lips to feel the wetness against my most intimate area, the sensation was almost too much for me and I was becoming weaker in my resistance against the forces of pleasure. I took great pleasure in what I saw round the rear, it can sound strange but I’ve always admired my bottom, I feel curves and size complement each other very well and so the way my pee stain wraps around my derriere for me, is a spectacular site. My panties often struggle to contain my bottom on most occasions but the way I was manipulating them today, I think they had given up the fight. Some of the material had disappeared inside my bottom and was hidden by a smooth, slightly damp cheek. For a moment of two I enjoyed the feeling of the wetness inside my bottom, but before long I had reset my panties to their correct position.
I could still feel a slight ache in my bladder, so I pushed quite hard. My bottoms were around my ankles and watching myself in the mirror I saw a spurt of pee escape my pussy and splash into my bottoms below. That spurt became a strong but small torrent. I rubbed my hand against my pussy again and revelled in the warmth I felt, as I squeezed, I could feel pee squelching out. This gave me a naughty idea. Even though I was in the bathroom I didn’t have a towel for the shower I would need to have afterwards. My towels were kept upstairs, and I needed to retrieve one. It was broad daylight outside and my neighbours are always pottering in their garden which looks straight in my hallway adjoining my bathroom to my kitchen, to get upstairs I would have to pass into a field of view for a good few seconds to get to the safety of my stairs, and then the same again coming back. I thought for a while about what I should do, but in the end in a highly aroused and horny state I decided to walk in nothing but my soaked panties upstairs to get my towel. To make it even more exciting, I decided I’d take my time about it too, even stopping to adjust the thermostat on my heating in full view of anyone who may be outside.
I removed my now cold jogger bottoms and left them in my shower cubicle. I had rub of my throbbing pussy along with a handful of breasts, composed myself as much as possible and opened my bathroom door to potential humiliation. I took a deep breath and stepped out the door, it was chilly, and my nipples went harder then they already were. This combined with the cold wetness in my panties suddenly reminded me just how foolish I was, but also how incredibly exciting and erotic it felt. I felt like I was a schoolgirl again, having wet myself and desperately trying to clean up before my parents realised, it happened several times and the feeling was familiar. I quickly looked left, towards where any neighbours might see me, the coast looked clear. I proceeded the view steps to my heating thermometer and adjusted it up from twenty degrees, to twenty-three degrees. Its not the greatest system and it takes a few seconds to respond to my command. All the while I’m stood bare breasted, in wet panties exposed to the world. As I waited for my system to do its job, my excitement and terror was building. What if someone sees me? what if someone has already seen me? it was becoming too much. I ditched my heating and trundled upstairs; my panties were dripping occasionally but not enough to be concerned about my carpet. I approached my linen cupboard and retrieved a towel, it was large, plain and red. I placed it over my shoulder so it wouldn’t encounter my soaked panties.
KNOCK KNOCK
The door!!! There is someone at the fucking door, I don’t believe this!! What am I going to do, think!!
All kinds of scenarios ran through my head. It could be a neighbour needing to borrow something, it could be a stranger. It could be the police doing a spot check or it could be family, who have a key! I took a few seconds, in abject panic to weigh up my options and the likely outcomes. I decided the best thing to do would be to put on some dark clothes and answer the door as normally as I could.
I dashed into the bedroom and donned the same dark coloured trousers I had been wearing earlier and a white unicorn print tank top I had handy at the same time. The door went again. Thankfully by which time I was dressed appropriately, I just prayed that the dark material of my bottoms would hide my wet panties beneath. I composed myself, took a deep breath and headed for the front door. I opened the inner door, which is solid wood and peered into the painted glass panels of my door, in a fruitless attempt to learn the identity of whoever was at the other side. I put the key in the lock, tuned and puled the door open. The individual stood back and couple metres, such is the law. It was Stuart from across the road, quite a relief I can tell you. But nevertheless, I was still stood, just a few feet away from someone I know in pee-soaked panties, with them occasionally dripping into my dark bottoms to remind me of my folly.
“Hello Stuart, how are you keeping these days?” I asked genuinely terrified but doing by best to act as normal as possible.
“I’m doing good thanks, as well as can be expected anyway” I nodded in an approving way but said nothing.
“Anyway, I was hoping you could help me out?”
Oh god will this man ever go away I thought to myself, all the while smiling away.
“I’ll do what I can I suppose, what is it?”
“I was hoping I could borrow your driveway for an hour on Thursday afternoon, I’ve got a treadmill arriving and I hate leaving my car on the road, do you mind?”
Are you fucking kidding me, that is why he’s here? This is why I’m stood in my doorway in piss-soaked panties, because he wants to borrow my driveway!
“I don’t see why not” my voice hadn’t changed at least that I could tell, but I did find this rather tiresome.
“thank you, I really appreciate it. Would you mind if we check though, just to be sure its wide enough for my car?”
“Yeah why not” I wish this guy would piss off.
He approached my driveway and began taking measurements in his mind, I followed, and he turned to me with a look of confusion and confoundment.
“How very odd, I’ve just had a whiff of pee assault my nostrils?” he exclaimed with much amusement
OH MY GOD! He can smell me! how can he smell my panties from over there!
“ummm not sure what you mean to be honest, i can’t smell anything” I spoke calmly but in reality, I was in meltdown.
He nodded with a grin on his face, he found this terribly amusing somehow. I stepped away from the driveway and into my doorway again and to my complete indignation he followed me.
“it seems big enough to me, thanks again” he said.
I simply grunted and smiled in approval.
“are you sure you can’t smell anything, that smell of pee has followed us over here”
I DO NOT BELIEVE THIS! He can smell me! My wet panties are giving away my secret, this is ludicrous. At that moment I became acutely aware of the wetness against my intimate areas. It had gone ice cold and my panties were beginning to stick to my crevices. There was also a dampness against my leg from the various drips and drops down my leg. In that moment I must have been blushing bright red with shame, I felt totally humiliated and I wanted nothing more than to get away from this situation.
“anyway, I shouldn’t be outside, I will see you later on thanks again” just like that he was gone.
Thank the lord. I came into my home and slammed the door behind me and locked it, then did the same with my wooden inner door. I went left into my bathroom and I took a few deep breaths, all kinds of thoughts in my head but my prior humiliation had turned into uncontainable excitement.
I removed my tank top and took a handful of my right breast and began squeezing and massaging with the delicacy I am accustomed too. I stripped off my dark bottoms, which had become damp at the front and back where my panties had been pressing into the material, but blessedly nothing was visible. I dashed upstairs in nothing but my cold, wet purple panties again and dumped my dark bottoms in the washing basket and returned to my naughty fun in the bathroom.
Stood in nothing but my panties I began rubbing my clit, my whole body was pulsing and the cold wetness against my intimate areas was driving me into a frenzy. I grabbed my soaked joggers which were sodden, heavy and very cold and smelled of fresh wee, I pressed the wetness into my breasts. My fingers were going ten to the dozen, my whole body was convulsing and shaking. I could feel myself becoming more and more sticky. All si could think about was the moment I was now in, nothing else mattered. It was just me and my carnal desire. Just a few brief moments of pure bliss.
So, there I was lying in a puddle of my own making. Wet, cold, sticky panties. My sodden grey joggers pressed into my breast so I could feel the wetness on every intimate surface. Convulsing with pleasure. I had to do this again. The sooner the better.
The thought crossed my mind though, does he know my secret? |
My love of cartoon girls continues with Go Go from Big Hero 6. Another pretty simple and short story, I hope to get a longer one done here soon. Warning for messing, Hope you like it. Also any feedback is appreciated.
The city of San Fransokyo was always alive at night. Neon lights lit up the sky, almost giving the illusion of the sun. The streets were crowded with people, shopping, eating or just simply having a night out. On the surface, the city seemed to be a radiant place for fun and entertainment, but below the surface, it was a completely different story.
San Fransokyo had a huge crime problem. It wasn't just simple robberies and stick ups, it was deeper and worse than that. Gangs controlled the back alleys, hosting illegal robot fights and betting dirty money. Some criminals even rose above that, taking on supervillain status and terrorizing the good people of the city far beyond any organized crime.
However not everyone who lurked in the shadows at night had ill intentions for the innocent. One of those good people was Go Go Tomago. While most women her age were out shopping or giggling about boys, Go Go was zooming through the back alleys of the city looking for trouble. Go Go was one of the city's few superheroines.
Though she detested the title, she certainly looked the part. Even though she was short she had a strong, physical figure and a vulopuish rear. She wore a skintight black bodysuit with red lining which really showed off how powerful her lower half was. To top it off she had shiny yellow armor protecting her chest and arms, all sleek to make her more aerodynamic. She also wore a helmet made of the same material, with a tinted visor to hide her identity.
What topped her whole outfit off was what made her a superheroine. Connected to her metal boots was a set of magnetic discs which allowed her to speed through the city as if she was on rocket power rollerblades. She also had a second set attached to her arms that she would toss like frisbees or use a shield from attackers.
And Go Go was looking to use this suit, which while some of it was her own invention,was mostly created by the young super genius, Hiro Hamada. Normally she would fight alongside this genius and four of her friends to form the team known as Big Hero 6. Go Go however felt she was a cut above the rest of her teammates, not that she would tell them that, and loved to go out and patrol the city on her own.
Speeding through her city, Go Go looked in every corner, looking for some goon to take down. She had already thwarted a few purse thieves and one car jacking, but Go Go wanted to stop something a little more challenging. It wasn’t that fun to just sock someone in the chin and call it a day, no matter how good it felt. Plus, anyone could stop petty crime, and Go Go wasn't just anybody.
Just as she was about to call it quits and head home, the heroine heard the distinct sound of glass breaking coming from a warehouse she had just zipped by moments ago. Now, the sound of glass breaking didn’t necessarily mean a breaking and entering was occuring, but in Go Go’s experience, nine times out of ten, it did. She slowed down and turned right around, making a beeline for the warehouse.
As she came back up on the large metal building, she saw a white van that she missed before, pulled up to the side of the building. Go Go smirked a little beneath her helmet. It looked like she was finally gonna get her wish. She slowly began circling the warehouse, trying to find the intruders point of entrance. At first, she couldn’t locate any windows on the building, but on her third time around, she looked up at the roof, and the extended fire exit leading up to it. She climbed up to the roof, and her suspicions were confirmed, one of the many glass panels used to light in the warehouse during the day, was smashed open, with a rope leading down into the building.
Before she could even look down the shattered ceiling, she heard something else. The sound of one the docking bay doors being opened, followed by the sound of a car coming to life. Go Go zipped back to the edge of the building, seeing the white van driving around to the front and pulled into one of the docks below.
“Dang it.” She mumbled under her breath. “Too slow.”
She quickly made her way back down the fire escape, and slowly rolled her way over to the open loading dock, careful to try and stay out of sight. As she peered into the warehouse, she could see three goons, wearing black ski masks over their faces. Two of them were opening up crates with crowbars and the other was lifting goods into the back of their van.
Go Go grinned to the goons. This wasn’t going to be the challenge she was hopping for, but she still could belive how stupid these guys where acting. The heroine stretched her legs a bit and then zoomed into action. First she shot toward the goon caring goods, and knocked him off his feet with a swift kick to the legs. He smashed into the floor, with all that he was caring smashing into him, making a loud crash ring through the warehouse. The other two goons quickly turned to see what happened only for their faces to be met with yellow spinning discs, knocking a few teeth out before they fell to the ground with a groan.
Go Go snickered as one of the two goons tried to stand up, reaching for his crowbar. She swiftly threw another one of her disks at the man's hand, striking it with a lough crack. The goon shouted out in pain, and grabbed his now broken wrist, trying to sooth the pain.
“Stop whining, and woman up.” Go Go taunted the man. “You wimps never stood a chance against me. You think someone wouldn’t notice you?”
To Go Go’s surprise, the man actually let out a chuckle. “Look who's talking, dumbass. You think we didn’t notice your fatass circle this building over and over just to find an entrance point?”
“W-What!?” Go Go stammered as she took a step back. “Then why did you stay? You’re clearly outmatched, you could have just left and avoided me kicking your butt!”
“Because we called for backup, you cocky bitch.” Shouted the man, who now smiled with glee.
Almost as if on cue, Go Go heard the sound of cars pulling up with screech. She turned only two be momentarily blinded by two pairs of headlights, coming from two new vans. The back of each van popped open and more masked goons came out, but this time, they all looked ready for a fight. Some of them had metal pipes, others ignited their stun sticks, electric energy sparking off them. Soon Go Go found herself surrounded by at least a dozen fresh thugs.
“Y-You think you can take me!?” Gogo ready herself into a fighting position. “I’m not scared of you! Bring it!”
The goons grinned at the comment and moved in. Go Go dodged a flurry of bats and pipes, unable to retaliate. One of the goons lunged at her with his stun stick and jabbed her in the abdomen with it. An electric surge shot through her body and Go Go let out a piercing shriek. She stumbled back and then, so taken back from the electric shock, took a swing from a lead pipe across her head, then a crack of a bat across her chest and then a fist right back into her abdomen.
Despite taking all these hits, Go Go was still able to stay standing, mostly due to her armor, but also due to her own personal training and will power. But Go Go didn’t have time to admire her own will power any more, as she immediately was stuck again. A metal back smashed across her helmet, destroying her visor, revealing her face and knocking her into the cold concrete floor.
Go Go felt something she hadn't felt in a long time, she felt terrified. As she laid prone on the ground she couldn't find the will to get back up. Though she didn't want to admit it she was clearly in over her head. As the goons approached her she could feel her whole body shaking in fear.
“P-please! Stop! ! Y-you beat me, alright! I-I-I won’t tell anyone I promise! Just let me go!” Go Go pleaded, raising her trembling hands up in defence of any oncoming attacks. Before the men could even respond to her pleas they could help from breaking out into laughter. At first Go Go was confused but then she felt it.
A wet warm sensation started to spread around Go go’s rear and as the young woman looked down she saw her tight black spandex suit beginning to turn a darker shade of black. The black haired woman tried to stop herself but it was already too late. Her urine had already soaked her skimpy panties and was even flooding out of her tights. Go Go’s eyes began to swell up with tears as she saw a large yellow puddle growing from beneath her.
Go Go’s cheeks burned a crimson red. She tried to say something or even just move but her body was overwhelmed with the feelings of humiliation and terror. She hadn't wet herself in years and now her bladder just gave up all due to some lowly crooks. Go Go wanted nothing more than to just disappear or run but that wasn’t going to be an option for her. Once the goons stopped laughing hysterically at Go Go’s pathetic bodily reaction they proceeded to close in around her.
“You talked all that shit but this is who really are, isn't it?” sneered one of the goons she initially beat, holding a crowbar in his grip with malice intent. “Just a little girl soaking yourself with your own piss. Well you’re right about one thing, you’re not gonna tell anybody about what you saw tonight”
The man raised his bar up with a smirk, grinning down at the shaking woman. Instinctively
Go Go’s body, terrified, tried to urinate more, there was none left in her. Instead her body let out loud gassy noise as she rolled out of the way of the bat, just barely dodging the strike, landing on all fours. Altered by the humiliating noise her rear just made, Go Go tried to control herself this time, clenching her cheeks as hard as she could trying to avoid further humiliation, but her body had different plans for her.
Within seconds a rather large log of waste slid its way into the women's pants, tenting her spandex in a painfully obvious way. Another wave of laughter erupted from the goons. At this moment, Go Go was fully bawling, unable to fully comprehend the mix of fear and humiliation she was experiencing, which was only made worse as another log of crap pushed itself into her suit with little resistance. Slowly she turned her spandex clad rear brown and lumpy with waste, as each log that came out slowly pressed together into a large enough mess to cover nearly every inch of her already large bottom.
“Did you really just shit yourself? Jeez, lady, maybe it’s you who needs to woman up.” The goon waved his hand in front of his nose. “And what the hell are you eating? This is disgusting.” The man poked her rear with his crowbar, pushing her growing mess down her thigh.
“I think it’s time to finally end this masquerade of heroism.” The man aimed his weapon at Go Go's head and wound up his swing. Go Go tried to prepare to dodge but the large amount of crap set her off balance and she simply ended up landing on her butt, causing more discomfort and humiliation. All she could do was let out a shriek of terror. But before the swing could connect the sound of sirens filled the warehouse and the walls began to flash red and blue.
“Shit! It's the cops, let's go!” Shouted one of the men loudly as the rest cursed in unison all, of them making a break for their vehicles. Within seconds the pathetic smelly heroine went from the thug's top priority to the last thing on their minds. They moved so quickly Go Go barely had time to take it all in, but she knew she had an opening. She had already humiliated herself in front of a dozen goons.The last thing she needed was for the law enforcement to question her with pants full of crap and urine dripping down her leg.
Go Go forced herself to stop crying long enough to make sure her blades were intact enough to move and quickly rolled out of the warehouse, blasting past a few surprised police officers as she went. She could only hope they didn't make a connection between her and the large urine puddle in their investigation. Keeping to the darkest alleyways she could, the young heroine tried to keep away from public view as she knew her mess and stain would be impossible to hide.
As she sped her way to her apartment, she could feel the mushy legs of crap slowly slide down her leg with every moment. The feeling was embarrassing. It was hard for her not to break out in tears again. She didn't even know where to begin with what just happened to her. It all felt surreal, like some sort of twisted nightmare. She had never felt so pathetic, so powerless in her life, but here she was. Maybe the worst part about it was just how damaged her suit was. It was far beyond her fixing capabilities, but she couldn't take her shit stained spandex to its young creator for repairs and keep what little pride she had left. But that was an issue for tomorrow. Right now, Go Go needed a shower. A long hot shower. |
I don’t even think I can begin talking about how long this has been in the works. Six months? Seven? It’s taken so much work that I even took a break several times to write other stories, but finally it’s done. I had this brief period where I REALLY wanted to write about two girls exploring a destroyed world from the safety of an old military tank and this was the final result.
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Two Girls And Their Tank: A Beast In The Woods
“... and that was another fine arrangement by the Miriam String Quartet.” Over a hiss of static, Buck Allworth saw off the last song with a few kind words of gratitude for the person who had sent in the old vinyl.
“From the Pipeworks, to Hawkland, all the way to Sieger’s Settlement, I’m Buck Allworth and this is Archived Radio.” He spoke softly, with a kind voice that harkened back to the old days - back to the days when families could gather around the radio in the comfort of their own homes and bask in the enchanting music of the big bands.
“Next up, we have Booker White’s Moonlight Band singing ‘And I’m a sucker for you.’”
“Ooh~” Annie crooned, sweeping her frizzy locks from her eyes and taking another bite of her sandwich.
She sat like a child, legs crossed and a bottle of fizzing soda in her hand, tapping the glass in rhythm to the music. When the music started, it was like being wrapped up in a whimsical world; Annie leant back, closed her eyes and let the music of yesteryear wash over her.
All Annie had experienced in her lifetime was the melancholy strum of a guitar or the quiet, but sombre sounds of a violin. The music of the roadside settlements was depressing, as quiet and miserable as the world that surrounds them.
But when she tuned into Archive radio, hosted by the soft-spoken Buck Allworth, she could close her eyes and let herself get lost in the grand old tunes of yesteryear.
She liked to imagine that she was back in time, standing among a crowd of men and women, the elite of the former world, the people who dressed the best and knew how to have a good time. They’d be ready for a night on the town, wearing black freshly pressed suits with matching ties and the women in their long flowing gowns that hide their white sparkling shoes beneath their long elegant flow, just like the old magazines showed her.
She’d be lost in a haze of cigarette smoke, the smell of freshly lit cigars and expensive brandy clouding her nostrils. There’d be sounds of chatter, gossip and laughter all set against the tremendous music of a large brass band.
“I’d be dressed for such an event too.” Annie sighed, her heart fluttered as she lost herself in her thoughts.
She wrapped a strand of her long curly hair around her finger, imagining herself with long straight hair. “What kind of do would I have? A ponytail maybe?” She rubbed her thumb against her finger, trapping the lock of hair between them. “Or maybe long and straight like when I was a little girl.”
“Annie!” There was a shrill scream, like that of a girl who had been waiting for far too long. “Annie! Get your head out of your arse!”
It was Piper, who was glaring up at her with a subtle look of anger, but with Piper she never did anything subtly. She put her hands on her hips and leant in, bringing her stern gaze closer to Annie.
Her shrill yells were enough to whisk Annie away from her yesteryear fantasies. She watched it all burn away before her eyes; the tall golden columns around her shifted and shaped into rows of tall, dead trees that she saw everyday on the roadside, devoid of colour, scorched and crumbling before her eyes.
The carpeted red floor that she strolled across elegantly was warm, and growing warmer. It cracked and tore apart, revealing a spanning landscape of depressing grey tarmac.
And the large brass she imagined central at the front of the hall disappeared in a puff of smoke, and the magical music they composed was nothing more than the sound of an old vinyl over the crackling radio.
Once again, Annie found herself sitting on the steel frame of their tank, a half-eaten sandwich on her lap and an empty bottle of Freckleman’s soda. “S-Sorry Piper.” She glanced with sorrowful eyes at her comrade below her, feeling the impatience burning through those fiery eyes. “W-What do you need?”
Piper huffed, swept back her black hair and climbed up onto the tank. “I needed the crowbar. I tried yelling at you, but you were off in your head again so I came back to get it myself.” She shook her head, swept her hair back again and climbed down into the tank’s compartment.
Annie stood up, scratched her numb arse until she could feel her cheeks again, and scoffed down the last half of her sandwich. “Do you need a hand finding it?” She called down to Piper, spewing crumbs onto the tank.
“Nope, I’ll be fine.” Piper’s voice echoed back. “Ah, here it is! Heads up!”
A loud metallic clang rattled Annie’s attention, causing her to jump. She swung herself around and saw the crowbar lying on the ground. It landed with such force it shattered the tarmac around where it had landed.
Piper re-emerged from the compartment, stretched her arms, and hopped down from the frame. She picked up the crowbar, gave it a few swings and once she was satisfied, swung it over her shoulder. “There we go, this should bust the lock.” She said with a smile.
Piper walked off along the forecourt and around the side of the old building - Wellington Gas & Services was the name of the store - An old service station from the time of yesteryear, now boarded up and barricaded, left to rot in the scorched countryside.
Piper, the older of the two girls, had once been a Tank Commander for the Hawkland Army, and her military past showed clearly in almost anything she did. She wore a dark green jumpsuit and black boots that were beginning to show their age. Her long dark brown hair was often worn in a simple ponytail so it wouldn’t cover her face.
She was quite militant, with the steeled looks of an army commander. She rarely smiled and most of the time she would stare intently, her brows furrowed and her eyes scouting everywhere, always on the lookout for danger.
Annie however, was nothing like her comrade. She was a civilian from an old oilworks settlement just outside of the Hawklands. She was an engineer for the pipelines and her past knowledge was what eventually led to her coming along with Piper, though rarely did she get to touch any of the delicate parts of the Tank.
She dressed in a simple pair of denim overalls with a white tee and knickers beneath them. She had frizzy ginger hair that often curled and freckled cheeks that dotted her pale face, especially around her button nose.
After about ten minutes, and some very loud banging, Piper emerged from behind the old shop, bringing with her a long black hose. “See, I told you there’d be some left.” She said proudly and dropped the hose behind the tank.
“I never doubted it, Piper.” Annie rolled her eyes. Not once could she remember telling Piper that there wouldn't be any fuel left, yet Piper continued to act like she had proven her wrong.
The tank would take some time to refuel, so the girls passed the time in their own way.
Annie climbed atop the turret, made herself comfortable, and decided to read through a comic she’d found in a ruin sometime ago. It was an old comic - a story of a superhero from another world who had come to Earth. She sat with her back against the warm steel, her sleeves rolled up, reading through the action-packed pages and sipping on a bottle of cola.
Piper, having brought her tools out from the main compartment, crawled under the tank and started to make some small repairs to the tank. She’d wrapped the top of her overalls around her waist, showing off her oil-stained vest and a teasing glance of her perky chest. She climbed down beneath the murky underbelly of the tank and with a flashlight clasped between her teeth and a spanner in hand she got to work tightening up the loose bolts.
She took great care of her tank and she was always anxious that slogging the steel behemoth through the rough terrain was beginning to wear down the underbelly. Even the toughest tanks couldn’t handle the vile swamps and murkland that now polluted the world.
She was minding her own business, struggling with a bolt that was stuck with mud, when she felt a niggle from her lower tummy. She grimaced at the feeling and put a hand atop her stomach. Finally, her morning coffee had settled and she needed to take a leak.
Piper dropped the flashlight and sighed. It had been a while since she’d last done it. She and Annie had woken up, settled who got what rations over a game of rock-paper-scissors, and then took turns pissing into a dry well of mud before driving off down the road.
However Piper was quite fond of drinking coffee while she drove. The caffeine kept her alert and she was really fond of the taste; The bitterness of dark coffee reminded her of the army. Usually, she would empty a whole flask of freshly made coffee before the afternoon and another in the evening.
“It’s that time again.” Sighed Piper. She grabbed the bottom of the frame and pulled herself out from beneath the tank. The sun was blinding and she raised an arm to shield her eyes.
“Is everything okay underneath?” Annie asked, peering over the pages of her comic book and revealing her deep blue eyes beneath a curtain of ginger hair.
“Yep.” Piper replied plainly, uninterested in conversation. She untied her overalls, letting them fall around her boots and giving Annie a full view of her bare slender legs, glistening with sweat, and a pair of white knickers smudged with motor oil.
“Keep an eye on the gas tank.” She ordered Annie, looking over her shoulder and casting a commanding glare in her comrades' direction.
“Huh? Why? Where are you going?” Annie rested her comic book by her side and crawled to the rear of the tank. “Are you going to take a leak?” She tried asking, though as she lost herself in the dazzling view of Piper’s long bare legs, she had a feeling that she knew the answer.
Piper slipped out of her overalls and chucked them atop the tank, landing them on the turret right beside Annie, and strutted off towards an old rusted out car. “Where do you think?” She yelled back at Annie without turning to her.
Watching Piper walk off, Annie felt a familiar feeling burning within her. She felt her cheeks grow warm and her ladyhood quiver. She enjoyed when Piper did her business, often watching her during their breaks along the road; She’d sneak a sly peek from behind the tank while Piper was squatting.
Seeing Piper hunkered down, with her cheeks spread and a long golden stream splattering noisily between her legs and onto the dry earth between her muddy boots. It made Annie shiver with a pleasurable, yet sinful quiver.
With a sly smirk, Annie rolled over onto her stomach to get a fine view of Piper strutting bottomless across the forecourt. The white cotton of her knickers failed to contain the fine form of Piper’s well-endowed backside, the rear of her knickers were enveloped by her crack.
Annie nursed the bottle of soda, letting the bubbles tickle her tongue, and lay on her tummy with her feet hanging in the air. She watched Piper go behind the rusted car, bending down beside the backseats to hide herself, but there were no doors on the car, meaning that from atop the tank, Annie got quite the pleasant view.
“I wonder if it’s number one or number two.” Annie asked herself, remembering that Piper drank quite a bit of coffee this morning..
She got her answer soon enough as she watched a sputter of piss dribble from between Piper's thighs. She could tell Piper grunted, noticing her anus wince between her spread cheeks. “Hmm~” Annie sighed. Piper had an amazing butt, one that she could never get tired of staring at.
Annie watched lewdly, her eyes fixed on Piper squatting behind the old car, a sinful smile on her face as that little sputter of piss blossomed into a long, pale stream. It fell, catching the sunlight and splattering against the dry tarmac, leaving a puddle.
She enjoyed watching, though without Piper’s knowledge. There was something pleasurable about watching her friend relieve herself, something strange that made the soft spot between her thighs quiver with glee.
She loved the way her stream rained between her legs, wetting her thighs as a few stray dribbles ran down her bare legs. The way her pale fluids hit the sunlight, sparkling. And of course, the very faint, but obvious sound of her piss striking the tarmac, a heavy splattering like rain hitting stone in the distance.
Piper’s stream grew stronger, striking the concrete fiercely. She shuffled around, moving her boots to avoid them getting splattered. It didn’t work; her boots were getting doused by the smallest splatters of pee.
Annie giggled to herself, delighted by the sight of Piper’s butt and the long pale stream running between her legs.
She didn’t really understand why it was so pleasurable to watch Piper relieve herself, there was just something about it that made the soft spot between her thighs quiver whenever she mentioned it.
Maybe it was just watching her stream rain from between her thighs, dampening her soft thighs with a few dribbles and the hefty splattering splashing against her butt. Maybe it was the way the sunlight hit her stream, giving it a distinct sparkle. Or maybe it was the faint, but obvious sound of her piss as it struck the dry ground, the sound resonating on the wind.
Perhaps it was just the naughtiness of leering from a distance, deriving a quivering pleasure from spying on her comrade during this most personal moment for a girl.
Suddenly, there was an overwhelming stink of gasoline in the air. Annie grimaced, her whole face twisting at the smell. It was vile, but she wasn’t going to let that stop her from enjoying this simplest of pleasures. There was only so much time she could enjoy it for and she wanted to make sure that she remembered every little detail of Piper’s little comfort break.
Once she saw the last little splutter of pee dribble into the large puddle between Piper’s boots, Annie sat her soda down by her side and watched her dry off. Without any paper, Piper had no choice but to shake. She stood up, her knees bent, and jiggled her butt softly to shake off the last few drops.
Annie rolled over onto her back and sighed. She was quivering, every inch of her body shuddered in delight. There was nothing better in her day than that lewd glance of Piper during her most private moment. She lay there in the sun, rubbing her thighs together and letting her perverted thoughts get the best of her.
“Annie! Annie!” A girl kept calling to her. “ANNIE!”
It took her a moment to realize that it was Piper calling for her, and she didn’t sound too pleased about being ignored. Annie rolled onto her belly, shaking her head to whisk herself away from her perverted thoughts.
She could see Piper running toward the tank, her knickers barely covering up her slit which glistened with a dribble of pee between her lips.
“ANNIE! HEAD OUT OF YOUR ARSE!” Piper screamed, injecting all of her fury into those words alone.
Those words were enough for Annie to flinch. This time she knew Piper was serious. “Hmm? What? What’s up!?” She yelled back in confusion, struggling to put her thoughts together.
The air was now reeking, thick with gasoline. Once her head was clear, she noticed the sound of something hissing too.
“The pipe! You idiot!” Piper pointed frantically to the side of the tank. “I told you to watch the pipe while I went for a piss!”
“The pipe?” Annie turned in the direction Piper was pointing and that’s when she saw exactly why Piper was so angry. “THE PIPE! SHIT!” Her whole face dropped in disbelief, she didn't have any more words.
The nozzle Piper had hooked up to the Tank was spluttering, spitting out gasoline all over the forecourt and up the tank, washing it in thick viscous fuel.
“There’s a kink in the line!” Piper yelled, pointing to a length of the pipe that was bulging, clogged by fuel that struggled to navigate the kink. "How did you not notice it!?" She was infuriated, seething even.
She rushed up to the nozzle, planted her foot against the tank to steady herself and wrapped both hands around the nozzle. She heaved, putting all of her strength into pulling it from the fuel tank.
The nozzle came loose, disconnecting with a metallic click. It gushed gasoline, the force being enough to push Piper back a few inches. She slammed her foot on the ground and grappled the flailing nozzle like she was fighting a large snake.
It sprayed gasoline everywhere, showering the forecourt, the Tank and even Piper herself a little bit.
She struggled to control the flailing pipe, and seeing Annie’s dumbward gaze like she’d been left paralyzed, she knew she was in this on her own. She was given no choice but to let go of the pipe. “Annie, get behind something now!” She yelled and at that moment, let go of it.
Before it could hit the floor, Piper was already off. She sprinted behind the tank to shield herself from getting any wetter than she already was. Her shirt and trousers were already soaked by the nozzle sputtering fuel everywhere.
They both watched from cover as the fuel sprayed everywhere. “All that gasoline being pissed away…” Piper frowned. Enough gasoline to get them at least another hundred miles now being wasted.
It wasn’t long until everything went quiet. The hidden reserve ran dry and the pipe, finally tapped out, collapsed into the giant pool of gasoline it had created. The strong smell of gasoline pierced the air, overwhelming their senses.
Now that the chaos was over, Annie hopped down from the tank and over to Piper. Now that everything had settled, she was up for helping. “Are you okay?” She asked. “You didn’t get soaked or anything, right?”
“I’m fine… I’m fine.” Piper sighed. She looked up at her tank, frowning at the sight of wasted gasoline. There must’ve been enough there for another hundred miles, and now it was dripping down the side of the tank.
Annie knew she’d messed up, but it felt worse when she saw Piper frown. “I’m sorry, Piper.” She apologized, looking down at her feet like a worried puppy, her face hidden by a frizzy curtain of ginger hair.
Piper sighed and climbed up onto the tank. “It’s fine, Annie. I… I should’ve just done it myself.” She lifted the hatch leading into the compartment and sat down. “We have enough gas and the storm should wash off most of that.” She hopped down into the compartment. “Grab my overalls and let’s get going.”
Annie walked through the pool of gasoline, her boots squelching against the ground. The way Piper handled that mishap was better than it had been before. Usually, she turned red, and her words were so heated she often worried she was going to spit fire.
But this time, it didn’t feel right. She was calm, collected, without a single word to show her anger.
Annie sighed, climbed up onto the tank and grabbed Piper’s overalls. Maybe she was just becoming more accepting of the disappointment.
She took one last look at the afternoon sun, enjoying these final seconds before she’d be confined to the steel innards of the tank, and finally, after she’d had her fill, climbed down the ladder and slammed the hatch closed.
She had gotten in just in time to see Piper changing into her spare clothes. Her overalls, splattered with gasoline, were balled up on the floor beside her footlocker. She had just pulled up her trousers and was buttoning the front when Annie got down the ladder.
“Ready to get going?” Piper asked her, the tone in her voice still cold with frustration. It would ease up over time, but not while there was a gasoline-shaped hole in her heart.
“I guess so.” Annie nodded.
Piper, with Annie’s help, pulled the massive lever back to start the ignition. The engine sputtered to life and the sound of machinery grinding rang through the compartment. Piper ducked beneath the low ceiling separating the driver’s seat from the compartment and hopped into the seat. She took off the handbrake and with a violent jolt that lurched both girls forward, drove off down the road.
Once again, the girls passed the time in their own way during their long journey.
Piper enjoyed an old flask of coffee while she was driving. It helped her to concentrate. She sat alone in the driver’s seat with only the radio for company while she navigated the scorched roads. Every now and then she’d reach down for the thermos by her seat and take a sip of coffee. The taste was bitter and it had gone cold. Piper grimaced with every sip but it was all she needed to keep herself alert.
“Good evening to all of you out there. This is the Evening Report, helping you to keep safe during these trying times. The current time is 6pm and we’ve got quite the storm ravaging the countryside.” The radio reporter, a soft well-spoken man, gave an update on the current happenings in the world and signed off, leaving his listeners to a night of music.
The next song from a playlist of yesteryear crackled on the radio. A jazzier instrumental - those were often played during the evening.
“Hey, Piper?” Annie called out from across the compartment. Over the roaring of the engine, Piper couldn’t hear her. She could hardly hear herself. “Piper!” She screamed.
This time, Piper looked over her seat and nodded. She reached over her shoulder and turned the dial on the radio, lowering the volume and gave Annie another nod to let her know she could hear her. “Hey! What? What’s up?”
“Do you mind if we take a short break? I’ve gotta go… you know?” Annie asked with a quiver of shame, her cheeks growing a searing hot red. She leant forward in her seat, straddling the rough leather and clicking her boots together.
Piper sighed, showing her frustration as she ran a hand through her hair. She wasn’t one for unscheduled stops. She followed a strict regime that had been with her since her days with the army. Everything had to be done during one of their routine stops that she insisted they take once every few hours.
It was like clockwork to her, a routine that gave her life some normality. However to Annie it was monotonous, repetitive and straining - they’d stop, eat whatever scraps they had salvaged that day and relieve their bladders by the tank while the other stood watch before continuing off down the road.
But Piper became especially grouchy about unscheduled stops when either of them needed to answer nature’s call while on the road. Annie couldn’t help but feel a tad guilty when she saw that look of frustration on Piper’s face.
They’d been driving for hours and Annie, after holding in three bottles of soda and a heavy lunch, felt she was reaching her limit… in both departments.
She felt the peeking head of a curious brown turtle and for Annie that was enough for her to ask for a break so she could make a drop in the bushes.
Piper pulled down the lever by her seat and both girls jolted forward as the tank came to a sudden stop. The gentle rattling beneath their feet ceased and the compartment grew still. She climbed onto her knees and looked over the back of her seat with an unamused look.
“What’s it for?” She asked, glaring at Annie.
“W-What do you mean what’s it for?” Annie answered with a defensive huff. “I just said… I’ve gotta go. That’s a good ‘nuff reason.”
Piper sighed. “I mean number one or number two?” Her calm tone was cracking beneath impatience.
Hearing such a question caught Annie with her knickers down. Metaphorically. Though she did wish to have them down soon. She’d never been asked something so personal by Piper. Even if she was taking a dump during their scheduled stop, Piper never once asked just what she needed to do.
Such a question knocked her back like an explosion, causing her to spill over and land back in her chair. Blood rushed to her face and her pale freckled cheeks were left searing with embarrassment. “Why does that matter!?” She replied with a fiery voice.
“If it’s number one then just go in the canteen.” Piper waved her hand in the direction of an old metal canteen among the junk in the compartment. “We need to get a move on and I don’t want to make any stops unless I really have to.”
“I’d say this is important.” Annie protested, feeling her stomach grow heavy under the weight of her bowels.
As they were talking the pudgy mud-like lump pushed itself against her knot, stopped only by Annie clenching her cheeks. It was getting bad. She’d completely forgotten that she was bursting for a piss too. The urges in her stomach were making themselves far more known than anything her bulging bladder could produce.
With a shameful sigh, knowing that Piper wouldn’t give in unless she admitted it, Annie swallowed her shame and came forward. “It’s b-both.” She squeaked, averting her gaze from Piper’s inquisitive stare.
Her answer was met with a furrowed brow. “Hmm? Say again, I didn’t hear you?”
“It’s both…” Annie squeaked again, quieter this time. “I have to go number one and number two.”
“Okay, we can stop then.” Piper flicked the switch for the ignition down. The green light above it turned red and the low rumbling of the engines ceased instantly. “If you gotta go, you gotta go. I can do some maintenance and I don’t want you stinking up the compartment.”
Without the bellowing of the engine, there was only silence. It was quiet enough to hear the storm rattling the tank's frame. Though the engine was off the main light that dangled by a string over the compartment remained on, buzzing quietly.
“Ha, thank you.” Annie stood up and immediately she was hit with what felt like a rushing wave pushing against her waist. It was as if her bladder had filled instantly. There was a raging tide in her bladder and it was desperately seeking a place to settle.
She grabbed a handle on the wall, wrapping her hand around the cold steel. She stood pigeon-toed, the tips of her boots touching as she waited for the wave to settle.
For now, with her energy channelled into keeping her cheeks clenched and her hole puckered, her bowels didn’t cause her the same discomfort her bladder did.
Once the tide between her legs settled and Annie was confident she could walk without leaking, she hurried over to the ladder and wrapped her hands around the rungs, eager to climb out into the countryside and scurry to the nearest bush.
The thoughts of watery relief behind a bush sent a sharp shudder of delight up her spine. She hadn’t taken a piss since this morning and it had been at least a day since she had taken a dump - An old abandoned quarry, that’s where she’d last done it, using an old cement mixer as a makeshift toilet to shit in.
She climbed the first two steps of the ladder, growing ever more desperate to get outside and cater to her body’s desperate desires. Annie grinned, imagining the relief she’d soon be feeling.
“Hold on.” Piper ordered.
“Ooh… what is it now?” Annie whimpered, dancing in place and wrapping her legs around the ladder. “H-Hurry up, please P-Piper.”
Piper did no such thing. She took her time getting up from the driver’s seat, shimmied her way through the pipes and components and made her way toward the ladder and Annie without speaking a word.
Annie watched her, still squirming around the ladder as Piper pushed past her and squatted down beside the small brass case that was secured with a padlock.
“Where’s the bloody hell did I…” Piper murmured, looking around the chest.
She didn’t seem too bothered about Annie who felt like she was about to burst if she had to endure this any longer.
“Aha!” She reached onto a low shelf and took out a small silver key, which she used to unlock the case.
Annie tried to sneak a peek at what Piper was searching for, but she did a good job concealing herself as she rummaged around in the chest. She could hear things being moved, pushed aside and thrown around, but all she could see were Piper’s hands shuffling.
After a few seconds Piper stood back up and approached her red-headed friend. “You’re going to need this if you’re going out.” In her hands she held a Braun.45
“A Braun?” Annie recognized the pistol; her father had owned the same model, though this one had been better maintained - it had been cared for, with no scrapes or scratches anywhere on it. The condition was like brand new, right out of the factory.
She took it and held it in her hands briefly, feeling the weight of it. For a pistol, it was heavy. Annie couldn’t even remember the last time she had held a weapon. Perhaps the feeling would have brought more nostalgia if she wasn’t pressing her quivering girlhood against the rungs of a rusted ladder.
“It’s best you take this too.” The second item Piper presented to her was a small gizmo no larger than a rock. It was metal, cold to the touch, with wires wrapped around the handle and a small glass screen.
She handed it to Annie, who looked at it with a confused scowl, furrowing her brow as she turned it over and looked at the back. “What is it?” She asked Piper.
“An Auran device.” Piper informed her. “We used to use them to detect Eldritch lifeforms.” She reached forward and flicked a switch on the side of the device.
The device came to life in Annie’s hands, the screen flickered on and displayed a standard radar screen like she’d seen before. It crackled, the screen hissed with static and it made her hands feel fuzzy, but Annie saw nothing extraordinary about the device.
“It’s detected nothing, so we’re safe here.” Piper droned on. “If it detects something the device will start to beep, and the frequency of the beeps will let you know how close it is. The shorter the interval between pings, the closer it is.”
Annie squirmed impatiently as Piper continued to babble on. She gripped the rungs of the ladder tightly, wrapping her legs around it and squeezing her thighs against the cold steel to relieve herself of the overwhelming urge to flood her knickers.
Pressing herself against the ladder helped, and Annie, though secretly, delighted in the feeling. She’d hoped that having Piper see her in such an indignant state, groping the ladder and wrapping herself around the rungs in sheer desperation would be enough to encourage her to shut up and let her get on with relieving herself.
Instead however, Piper took no notice and continued prattling on about the use of the Auran device, much to Annie’s desperate dismay.
Suddenly, Piper stopped explaining and looked up, scrunching her nose as she caught a whiff of something foul lingering in the air. She sniffed curiously, grimacing at the smell. “Do you smell that?” She asked Annie.
“I don’t smell anything.” Annie replied calmly, knowing full well what it was.
“Smells like one of the converters is breaking down.” Piper kept sniffing the air, unsure what she was smelling. All she knew was that it was foul, and it made her nostrils twitch.
She turned around and bent down beside the pipes running along the bottom of the compartment. The old converters that filtered the waste from the tank emitted a sulphuric smell when they were breaking down and it was easy to believe somebody had just ripped a fart when one of them finally did.
But Piper was a girl who put her tank before anything else. The moment she could smell something foul in the air, the first place her mind went was to some component or another breaking down.
Annie watched in silence, wafting her hand behind her backside. She knew full well that it was neither the pipes or the converter that were responsible for that foul smell. She exhaled a sigh of relief and smiled when she felt her guts settle.
It had been her who had sullied the air of the cabin, though she would never admit it. As Piper had droned on, oblivious to Annie who was holding on despite the brown load turtling between her cheeks, she couldn’t help but let one quiet fart slip.
It was humiliating, her cheeks warmed as the little cloud of gas escaped her quivering hole. Annie bit down on her lip, feeling her face turn red. But she’d been saved humiliation by Piper’s obsession with keeping her tank in it’s best condition.
“I’ll take a look at that in a moment.” She wiped her brow and hopped back up to her feet, scratched her arse and turned to Annie to resume her lecture.
She couldn’t even speak a single word before Annie spoke first. The ginger-haired girl was cracking under the weight of her bladder and her bowels. When she couldn’t even wiggle without the fear of a muddy fart escaping, she knew time was not on her side.
“P-Piper!” She hissed, tightening her grip around the ladder and brushing aside her ginger hair. “I, ahem, I’ll be fine.” She took a deep breath. “Can I please go?”
“So you understand how the device works?”
“Y-Yes.” Annie nodded. “It beeps and beeps faster if something gets near me. I get it.”
“Alright then.” Like a strict mother, Piper gave her a nod and waved up to the hatch leading outside. “Don’t stray too far. Go out, do what you gotta do, and come back, okay?” She sat down beside the old radio, turned the dial and tuned in just in time to hear Moonlight Theatre.
The narrator, a quiet man with a deep voice well suited for the theatrics offered by the station, was recreating an old radio drama.
Annie barely heard his opening chapter. She climbed up the ladder and threw open the hatch. It swung back with a heavy crack and struck the top of the tank with a metallic clank. She peered her head out, and was met with the icy winds of the storm. She shuddered, feeling her skin prickle, and quickly her red frizzy locks grew damp and dull from the rainfall.
The earthy smell of wet dirt was the first thing she could smell. The first thing she could see as she scouted the forest from the tank was a long stretch of road unlit by either a lamp of the moon. It was pitch black, save for the fog lights of the tank, which illuminated the road with a dimly-lit glow.
She climbed atop the tank and closed the hatch behind her. She hadn’t been out for more than a minute and already she had grown damp from the rainfall, feeling the biting chill seeping through her clothes numbing her bare body.
The sky grew black with storm clouds and it looked like they were in for a long night of fierce weather.
There was little sign of Eldritch influence around the woods, the trees and surrounding land though scorched remained somewhat natural. The tall trees choked away the moonlight and in the foglights of the tank, Annie noted a ghastly fog sweeping the roads.
She could hear nothing but the ragged sounds of her own breathing and the downpour of freezing cold rain; even the engines were silent, almost as if they were frozen in a fearful awe of the forest entangling the land around them.
But as Annie scouted the area, she was reminded by her bladder of why she had ventured out here. Her bladder twinged, and she could feel her fluids sloshing around. She felt fit to burst. “I really need to take a leak.” She said with a desperate grimace.
She shimmied herself along the frame and toward the turret. In one hand she clutched the Auran device, which was yet to detect any presence around her. It crackled with a lifeless hiss of static.
With such pressure on her lower body, it was difficult to move properly. Annie felt her legs shaking as she slowly approached the turret, her bladder twinged fiercely, causing her girlhood to quiver. She was sure she could feel a dribble, but it could’ve just been the rain.
She slowly made her way along the tank’s turret, the hollow sphere of the turret pinging against her feet as she moved delicately to keep her footing.
“Oooh… I feel like I’m about to go in my pants.” She said again, this time with a soft whimper.
Her bladder was growing impatient, the pains between her legs were growing worse and striking her at shorter intervals. Her bowels too pestered her during these moments of weakness; she could feel her rear knot wincing and something hot and muddy trying to rear its head between her cheeks, hanging from her clenched ring like a stick.
Her stomach felt heavy and it weighed down on her, causing her great discomfort.
Annie needed a second; to take a deep breath and to compose herself before continuing. If she took another step under this pressure she’d be making two messes in her pants.
A few seconds beneath the biting rain passed and the pressure in her lower tummy subsided. Annie continued, sliding down the armoured plating covering the treads and descended onto the ground.
The road was now a pool of thick, viscous mud, and she felt herself land straight into a muddy puddle, splattering her denim overalls with a shower of mud.
“Ugh…” She exclaimed with disgust, grimacing. She tried to think nothing of it and walked on, but as she stepped away from the tank she felt another push against her brown knot, this time her whole stomach growing tight.
If she dallied too long, she would have more to worry about than just dirt on her trousers.
She looked up and down the road, making sure there was nobody coming. Once she was sure nobody was around, she raised her butt and with a soft grunt ripped another, lengthier fart. “Ooh~” She sighed, raising her butt higher.
It was loud enough to be heard even over the rainfall and she was close enough to messing herself that Annie had to pat her butt, just to make sure it was a dry fart. It was, luckily, and she again let out a relieved sigh. “Hmmm~” The pains in her stomach settled again, leaving only relief.
To the side of the tank was a thicket between two scolded trees. The dark tunnel of overgrown grass called out to Annie, the thick bushes enticing her with the promise of privacy and shelter from the freezing rain while she relieved herself.
“Ha… that’ll do nicely.” She said with a joyous smile.
Cautiously, she raised the Auran device in the direction of the thicket. This time, the device sensed something, marking it with a low-pitched ping. On the screen something flashed in the distance.
The pings sounded with a delay of at least four seconds of dead air between them.
Annie had never known such an intricate device, though she knew the pings warned her of the presence of Eldritch beings, the device did nothing to alert her to the kind of creature. For all she knew it could’ve been a bug that crawled too close to a rift.
Another uncomfortable wriggling in her lower stomach pulled Annie from her thoughts. She felt the brown head of her load pushing itself against her whimpering anus once more. Her knot, which she kept puckered tightly, quivered under the stress of the waste.
With a deep breath, Annie clenched her hole fiercely, the pain causing her to double over and grit her teeth as she sucked the load up back into her bowels. She could feel the log retreat, pushing back toward her bowels, but leaving an unpleasantly warm ring around her knot as it did.
Growing ever nearer to her limit, Annie was forced to squeeze her legs together and clench her cheeks tightly, grimacing as the mass retreated. Her stomach tightened, a bloated feeling filled her belly and she felt the urge to rip another fart.
“N-Not this time…” She said with a pained expression, knowing that if she were to rip another, there would be more than just wind.
She knew she couldn’t contain herself much longer at either end. To stand out in the freezing rain and debate the machinations of a foreign device was not something Annie should be doing when she was so close to soiling herself in more ways than one.
“I just have to get in the brush, and I can go in there.” She told herself, drawing strength from her words.
Drawing the pistol from its holster, Annie trotted through the mud and slowly approached the tangled tunnel of bushes and leaves. She held out the Auran device again and kept it fixed on the thicket.
It continued to ping at the same rate - slow, low-pitched with a delay of four seconds.
She swept aside the leaves with her shoulders, cursing as the weeds stabbed at her overalls. She stepped into the brush, entering a dark nook of nature where she couldn’t be seen and the rain couldn’t get to her. She walked on, the grass crunching beneath the weight of her boots as she walked through, looking for a quiet spot to relieve herself.
Annie again looked down at the scanner. Still no change. Low-pitched with a delay of four seconds.
She looked around with a sheepish gaze, making sure she was completely alone. It was a habit she struggled to break. When it came to taking a dump outdoors, Annie was always nervous. It was something rooted in her since she lived in her home settlement - surrounded by so many people that she couldn’t even use an outhouse in peace.
She had to make sure she was alone, even when she knew nobody else was around, Annie couldn’t properly relax until she was certain nobody would witness her doing the foul deed.
After a few seconds looking around, she knew she was alone. Completely alone. Annie stepped a few inches to the left, behind a large, unscorched bush that would conceal her nicely. It was pitch black, and the foglights from the tank were the only source of light she had.
She took a deep breath to steady her nerves and holstered the pistol. Once it was holstered, Annie unbuttoned the suspenders keeping her overalls up. They came undone and she took the falling fabric in her arms before they could land in the mud.
Slowly, she lowered her overalls around her knees, exposing her bare arse to the cold air and squatted down low in the grass.
“Ahh… AHH!” She squealed as something cold and wet tickled her crack.
She jumped in fear, the surprise almost causing her to let go of her overalls. Her skin crawled and with eyes wider than plates she spun around to see what had given her an indecent touch.
It was merely a wet piece of grass a few inches taller than the rest. She buried the shock behind a nervous chuckle and stomped down the blades of grass. Once again, Annie took a deep breath and squatted down over the waiting dirt.
The second she was low enough to the dirt, she shuddered with delight, feeling her skin crawl. Between her thighs she felt a gliding warmth. “Ahhhh~” She sighed, taking a long, relieving piss into the grass beneath her.
The golden stream rushed from between her lower lips, splattering against the damp grass between her boots. Smaller splatters splashed against her laces.
“Ooooh~” She dug her hands into her knees, letting the relief run through her. Such pleasure, especially after she’d been holding her piss so long, felt amazing.
Annie felt weak, digging her hand deeper into the denim of her suspenders. The air resonated with a strong pattering as she watered the grass with a flood of piss.
She could feel the rising steam against her backside, a thin veil of hot vapour warmed her bare arse. At first Annie didn’t care for it, but as the steam continued to rise, turning her blue cheeks red, she grinned, basking in the pleasure.
It was a lengthy piss, though Annie had lost herself to the pleasure shooting through her body. All she knew was that it was a great relief emptying her bladder after holding it for so long. She finished with a dribble, feeling a single drop running along her lips and hanging from her anus, warming her butt.
The air went silent, the faint hissing fell silent and Annie hunkered down close to the ground. Her anus winced and she grimaced, looking around once again. She could feel her stomach tighten and the weight in her bowels descended, a thick brown snake squirmed down towards her hole.
She closed her eyes and let nature run its course. No more than a minute, that was all she needed to take a dump.
The air resonated with a quiet crackling. A small, pea-sized lump pressed itself between her anus, peeking out into the darkness. Her stomach cramped up for a second, but Annie ignored it, focusing only on squeezing out her log.
But before she could, she heard the Auran device ping. She opened her eyes and leant forward to pick up the device, forcing her waste to retreat as her focus shifted to the device.
She couldn’t believe it, she had heard it correctly - the red light was indeed blinking faster than it was before. On the radar screen it picked up a signal at the very edge of the screen.
The red flashing light conjured a sense of fear in her. Annie tensed up, denying the descending snake at the knot of her butt freedom. All of her attention was now on the device and watching the red blip. She counted the delay between the pings, moving her head in rhythm with the device.
It was now at three seconds.
“It’s nothing…” Annie told herself. The blip was at the very edge of the screen and the scanner was still quite slow between the pings. “I just need to be quick, is all.”
Annie rested the device on her bare knees and relaxed, setting her mind back on making a dirty deposit in the grass.
Another minute passed, and Annie was still squatting in the grass. Though she could feel the heft of her waste pushing against her ring, producing a slimy head of brown filth, she couldn’t give it the final push it needed to unfurl between her cheeks.
“C-Come on…” She whimpered, straining, wriggling, shuffling, anything she could to push even a small length of her log out, but her body refused.
It was as if she had frozen up in fear, her mind refusing to allow her such an intimate moment for fear of the creature picked up by the device.
Though she was right on the brink of messing a minute ago, right at the edge of unfurling a sizeable log into her underwear, she found it difficult to squeeze even an inch out now. Not a fart, nor a peek.
“Oooh…” She whimpered, burdened by a heavy feeling that tightened her stomach.
Although she couldn’t go, Annie still felt the pains in her stomach that begged her for relief. She could feel the weight lingering at her hole, a hefty load of soft mud-like mess that was fighting against her ring. But her body refused, keeping her hole puckered.
They intensified, tightening like a rope around her belly. Annie grimaced, biting down on her lip until the pains subsided. It was beginning to hurt. Her stomach was cramping and she whimpered again with soft, impatient desperation, wanting nothing more than the blissful relief that followed crimping off a solid length of mess.
“Come on~” She muttered again, lifting herself up and hovering bare-arsed over the dirt, giving her butt a shake.
Twenty more seconds passed and Annie was still stagnant in the bushes. She was dripping wet, every inch of her thoroughly soaked through. She could only wrap her hands around her wet knees and wiggle her backside, praying that this strange bout of anxiety would soon pass.
She twiddled her thumbs to pass the time, twiddling and twiddling, waiting for that moment her body would give in. Her anus, weak from clenching, gave in and finally a slither of waste widened her ring with some help. Annie pressed her legs together, tightened the grip on her knees and with a firm grunt she strained, putting all the pressure on the lump of mess peeking at the edge of her hole.
“Hmmm~” She bit down on her lip and squirmed.
It was working, her anus unclenched, her ring growing wider as she felt the soft mass of her mess descend on her hole. It dropped slowly, pushing her ring open to accommodate it’s girth.
This was it, her whole body shuddered as she was a moment from sweet muddy relief.
But again, before she could squeeze the plump mess out, the distinct ping of the Auran device distracted her. All of her attention was lost and once again. Fear ensnared her. Her body seized up and her mess retreated, protesting with a groan that caused her a brief discomfort.
Then suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, Annie saw something lurking in the distance. At first she thought it was nothing more than a leaf blowing in the wind, though she wasn’t certain. It was big, a large blur moving far in the distance.
But Annie still couldn’t tell. She leant forward, pushed aside some of the leaves on the bush in front of her, and looked out into the distance.
It was difficult to make out through the leaves. Annie pushed aside a large branch to get a clearer view. Through the thick curtain of fog that seemed to shatter against the pouring rain, she could make out a black shadow. It was wandering around, moving slowly but powerfully.
Annie picked up the scanner from the ground, mud covering her bare hands, and aimed it in the direction of the shadow shambling in the distance.
The device started to beep frantically, the frequency of pings growing shorter until they were only two seconds apart.
The figure moved through the fog, struggling like the mist was impeding it. It’s long gangling arms swept at the air and as it grew closer, Annie saw the outline of something large.
Though still a silhouette shambling through darkness, she saw the figure of what looked like a human, but its arms were long and thin like twigs. At the end of its wrists were three long fingers, twitching.
It was not just her suspicion that had been aroused however; the Auran Device, fixed on the creatures position, continued to ping. The pings were rapid. Before Annie could take a breath, two seconds became one second. One second became half a second.
Annie watched the beast drawing closer, still squatting down in the dirt with her suspenders undone. Not once did she think about running. She merely watched, like fear had frozen her, rooting her feet to the ground.
Finally, as the Auran Device emitted a shrill continuous shriek, the fear settled in and Annie realized what was happening. She had to get out of there and back to the tank, forgoing relieving herself for the sake of safety.
Without another second to spare, Annie grabbed her suspenders and scrambled to her feet, pulling them around her legs with a single hand, the other grasping a nearby branch to help her keep her balance as she got up.
She sprinted through the thicket, her boots almost sticking to the mud. In one hand she held up her trousers, keeping them as high up as she could while she also clutched onto the Auran Device. It continued to emit the same unending shrill right in her ear. She used her free hand to swipe away the foliage impeding her, batting at it in a frenzied panic and throwing it aside.
As she ran through the thicket, catching and scraping herself against the branches and sharp leaves, Annie felt her gut wrenching, like something was wrapped around it and tightening itself. Between her wet cheeks, which clapped together with every step she took, she felt the weight of something soft pushing down on her knot.
There was nothing she could do to stop it. All Annie could do right now was put all of her strength into running. Nothing else mattered right now.
She leapt out from the thicket, back out onto the muddy road and into the warming glow of the tank's fog lights. She didn’t feel safe yet, and she wouldn’t until she was back within the steel walls of the compartment with Piper.
The leaves were rustling behind her, whatever she had seen was close. She sprinted toward the tank, using her free hand to button up just one length of her suspenders. She fiddled with the button, giving it almost no attention, but after a few seconds she felt it slip through the cut on her suspenders. She took a deep breath - finally she could use both of her hands.
Time was running out. Annie approached the rear of the tank and scrambled to climb up it, clawing at the paint and lifting herself onto the tread covers. She climbed the turret, wrapping her arms around the barrel and lifting herself atop it. Her body groaned as she lifted herself, the worst of the fatigue could be felt pushing against her anus, leaving her hole quivering.
She moved cautiously along to the hatch, the slippery surface almost causing her to slip and fall back onto the road.
There was no telling where the beast had gone. The forest had gone quiet. Annie didn’t dare to look back. Her heart was pounding, her legs were shaking, almost turning to jelly from fear.
She got to the hatch, stopping just before it. Inside, there were the muffled sounds of talking - it had to be the radio.
Annie was exhausted, running on pure adrenaline. Her breathing was ragged, she just needed a second to catch her breath. But she couldn’t. The bushes beside her rustled, the scanner continued to moan one long continuous shrill. It was close. She was sure she could hear breathing, a ghastly beast-like breathing.
She wrapped her hands around the handle, the cold, wet steel numbing her palm, and threw open the hatch to the compartment. She leapt down, sealing it behind her.
At last. Safety.
“Annie!” Piper, who had been sitting and listening to the radio, leapt up from her seat and rushed over when she heard Annie land with a clang. “Is everything okay? Did some…” She paused, fear drowning her face. It was almost enough to turn her pale.
Piper had noticed the Auran device, hearing its shrill cry. She yanked it from Annie’s hand. “Oh fuck…” She cursed.
Meanwhile, Annie fell to her knees, collapsing under fear and waning adrenaline. She panted, regaining her breath in long ragged gasps. She wrapped her hands around her stomach, tensing up when she remembered that she hadn’t been given a chance to do her business.
She felt bloated, something soft descended through her guts and peeked at the edge of her butthole. Her stomach tightened again and Annie groaned, biting down on her lip. She desperately needed to fart, to let go and rip a relieving one, but she couldn’t. Not while Piper was here. Even when it could offer her some relief from the pains in her lower tummy, she still didn’t have the courage to fart in front of Piper.
Had she been alone, Annie would’ve gladly done it, lifting her butt and letting the ripe little bubble burst. What she wouldn’t give to be alone right now, just to feel the relief of a fart she’d been holding in for too long.
With a lip-curling grimace, she clenched her anus, denying the fart she so desperately wished to rip. Her stomach groaned, protesting with a fierce grip around her gut that caused her great discomfort to the point she whimpered. Her gut rumbled and after a few seconds she could feel the fart retreating.
“Are you okay?” Asked Piper, who had finally noticed her comrade in great discomfort. She put the Auran device on a nearby box and offered to help Annie to her feet.
“I’m fine… just tired from running.” She gasped, still catching her breath. She swept aside her sopping wet locks of ginger hair and stared into Piper’s eyes with shame.
Suddenly, the compartment began to shake, mechanical components began to rattle. The floor beneath them shook violently. Both girls grabbed onto their seats and in a moment of fearful uncertainty looked up to one another.
Whatever that creature was, it had stumbled upon the tank. Piper looked pale as ice, for once that fierce look she often wore had been lost.
The Auran device continued to screech. Piper steeled herself, brushed back her hair and moved toward the red dot, creeping to make sure she didn’t alert whatever was outside. She took the device from the table and peered at the screen. “It’s circling us.” She whispered, her face illuminated by the red screen. “Whatever it is.”
“Does that thing have no way of telling us what’s out there? Anything at all?” Annie asked, pointing to the Auran device.
Piper shook her head, and then an idea came to her. Without telling Annie, she squatted down, grabbing onto the desk to balance herself, and looked toward the driver’s seat. “I’m going to try and look through the front window.” She whispered, glancing back at Annie confidently.
“You can’t be serious?” Annie protested, wincing halfway through her words as her stomach once again tightened, fighting against her prolonged holding.
“It’s the only way to know what’s out there.” Piper said, shrugging her shoulders. “I’m just going to peek out of the window and see if I can get a look.” She peered through the glass. Something big lumbered past, slogging itself across the dirt and moaning. “It’s a Shambler.”
A Shambler - Annie had never witnessed one before, but she had heard stories from passing traders when she was a little girl.
The great horror of the woodlands. Eldritch in origin. Tall, lumbering creatures that had wandered through the rift and now stalked the forests and swamps. They were slow, sluggish, and lacked any intelligence. But if provoked, they were a terror, a nightmare, an awakened Shambler was a being of pure strength, mercilessly pursuing whatever dared disturb it.
Even the smallest of Shamblers, which still stood a head taller than a human, possessed the strength to completely overturn a tank.
Piper peeked up again, checking to see if the Shambler was still there. It stood, attracted to the glare of the fog lights. “Of course it’s here. The foglights must’ve attracted it.” She crouched down out of sight and looked behind her. “Annie, get the gaslamp off, and the radio too. Last thing we need is for it to try and get in here.”
Annie nodded and lifted herself to her feet. Right now, with her stomach growing tighter and her whole body feverishly quivering from her lack of strength, even doing something so trivial as turning off a light felt like a tremendous task.
She hobbled over to the radio first and turned the dial. With a static crackling, the comforting sounds of the evening channel faded into silence. She stood for a second, grimacing as she could feel her rear knot once again quivering. All she could do was clench, tightening her sphincter, and pray that this would not take too long.
Next was the gaslight, which sat on a box beside the radio. Annie turned the knob, watching the small orange light extinguish, the warm comforting glow of the lamp becoming a cold, dark shadow.
The whole compartment was dark, though the fog lights outside gave a faint glimmer of silver light through the front window.
Piper reached up to the steering wheel, her hands shaking and slowly flicked the switch for the fog lights. It went dark, the lights turning off instantly and leaving the compartment in darkness.
Suddenly, Annie felt her guts tighten again. She doubled over, putting a hand on her stomach. Her anus quivered and her tummy groaned a beastrous roar. Again, she felt the urge, no, the need to rip a fart.
She couldn’t hold it any longer, her guts were wrenching under the pressure and her body yearned for even the smallest bit of relief. She had no choice.
Thankfully, she was right beside one of the vents that let air into the compartment. That would help with the smell at least. Annie, with a whimper, raised her butt, pressing it against the grate of the vent and strained softly, letting one rip. “Ooooh~” She sighed with relief, almost moaning as her fart left a warming impression on her buttchecks.
Her lips curled into a smile, she felt sweet relief like her guts had emptied. It was delightful. Her stomach groaned softly and settled, the pressure finally abating.
Once the lights and radio were off, Annie stumbled back to her seat, moving cautiously to avoid tripping on anything. When she felt the rough leather, she knew she was by her chair and plopped herself down, huddling up with her knees legs on the chair and her arms wrapped around her shins.
She couldn’t believe she had just done that - ripping a fart with Piper right next to her. Though the shame had her cheeks flaring, she knew that she couldn’t help it; she’d been holding it in for so long that she had no choice but to relieve herself of some of the pressure in her gut.
What really worried her was the smell. It made her cheeks flare bright red just thinking about it. When she was so close to soiling herself, it wasn’t going to smell like a basket of roses, but she took some comfort in knowing she had ripped it right next to the vent.
Piper snuck back across the compartment, taking the Auran Device from the table as she passed it. She used the red light from the screen to find her way to a chair and sat down, sitting right beside Annie.
There was a moment of silence between both girls, one that Annie broke. “So what are we supposed to do?”
It took Piper a moment to reply; she didn’t look up from the device. “There’s nothing we can do.” She said calmly. “We’ll just have to wait until it gets bored and wanders off.”
Such an answer caused Annie to whimper. Again, she started to feel the discomfort stirring in her lower tummy, her bowels growing heavy at the thought of waiting even another minute. “H-How long do you think that’ll take?” She asked, trembling.
Piper shook her head, looking unsure. “Not a clue.” She answered, slumping down into the chair beside Annie and watching the scanner with a keen eye. “It could be a few minutes, could be a few hours. We might even be sleeping here tonight.”
Another answer that Annie’s bowels couldn’t handle. The very thought of being stuck in here for the whole night was too much for her shivering hole. She puckered up and readied herself for a long night.
“It shouldn’t take too long.” She told herself for comfort. “Shamblers are dumb, right? It’s not going to stick around for more than a few minutes.”
Half an hour passed. Annie only knew this because she’d been watching the clock on the table next to her to distract herself.
Her needs had grown worse in that time; Far worse than she could’ve possibly imagined. Her stomach was almost moaning, growing tighter and heavier like a weight was constricting her. She could feel the hot, moist feeling of her waste as it hung right at the edge of her hole, the long brown snake peeking out by a mere inch and hanging over the white cotton of her knickers.
It wouldn’t retreat this time, regardless of how hard she tensed. She could cut a cigar with how tight her knot was clenched, but even then she could still feel it; the muddy length of waste, waiting for her moment of weakness.
Annie grimaced, shuffled in her chair softly to make herself more comfortable, and bit down on her lip. Her lower half was shivering, fatigue setting in from almost an hour of fierce clenching. Her tightly-closed ring quivering, but she persisted, knowing that if she were to unclench for even a second, she would not be able to contain the brown monster that would unfurl in her knickers.
Another ten minutes passed, and Annie was no better. Slowly, it was getting worse; the brown snake was descending little by little, squirming closer to her clean cotton knickers with every passing second.
She began to feel bloated, like something heavy was pressing down on her stomach. Between her legs, she shivered feverishly. Her muscles were overworked, drawing the last of her strength to keep the tremendous load at bay. It was agony, like her insides were twisting around themselves like a knot but Annie persisted. It couldn’t be much longer.
She pushed herself down on her seat, pressing her butt against the rough leather of the chair, and giving her cottons a brown kiss. She let out a whimper as she felt something moist smush against the cotton of her knickers.
It was exactly what she feared it was. The turtle’s head was so low it mushed into the cotton of her knickers, like a cigar being stubbed out and leaving a small damp stain in the rear.
Outside, the Shambler continued to stir. It persisted, circling the tank continuously, prowling near the steel frame and huffing. Even through the thick steel, its muffled
snarls could be heard - a low beast-like snarl as if it were chomping at the air.
“It’s still out there.” Annie whispered.
“I know.” Piper whispered back, her face glowing red from the screen of the Auran device. She gritted her teeth, seething with impatience. “Come on you bastard, leave already.” And then, an idea came to Piper. “Annie, the Braun I gave you, hand it to me.”
“Y-Yeah sure, let me just…” Annie froze as she reached into the holster; she couldn’t feel the iron grip of the pistol. “W-Where is it?” She looked down, frantically patting her waist. “I… It’s not here?”
“What do you mean it’s not there? You didn’t drop it, did you?”
She knew it wasn’t there, but Annie continued to fiddle with the holster. “I d-don’t know. I don’t remember it falling out. It must’ve slipped out while I was running.” Her heart was racing and for a moment she feared she was going to shit herself.
“Goddammit.” Piper furrowed her brow and huffed. “We could’ve just blown its brains out.”
“What about the turret?” Annie suggested meekly, already knowing it was a far-fetched idea.
Piper shook her head. “With what ammo? That thing hasn’t been loaded in months. That old pistol was the only firepower that was on-” Piper froze, growing silent and staring down at the Auran Device. “It’s stopped circling us.” Piper whispered. “Why’s it just standing there… what’s it doing?”
Suddenly, something came crashing against the tank, striking the steel frame with such force that it rocked. The Shambler moaned in distress, the sound piercing the thick walls of the compartment. Even with four inches of solid steel separating them, it was as if the Shambler was right there, beside her.
The relentless striking of steel rang out in Annie’s ears. It was a shrill, piercing sound that buried itself in her mind so she could never forget it. Those horrid sounds of banging in tandem with the violent jolts that nearly threw her from her seat filled her to the brim with a surreal sense of fear.
Annie whimpered, her lips trembling as she suppressed the urge to scream. Fear was coursing through her, chilling her blood until she was completely numb.
She wanted to scream, but she knew she couldn’t. Piper could see she was shaking and she leant over to comfort her, putting a hand on her lap. “Shh~” She said, gesturing with a finger over her mouth.
Annie didn’t say anything. She let out a childish whimper and hugged herself tight. With her shaking hand, she grasped Piper’s hand, squeezing it tight. She wouldn’t let go. As long as she knew Piper was there beside her, she felt safe, sheltered.
The compartment shook violently under the constant strikes of the Shamble. The suspension beneath the floor creaked, sounding its age with a rusted squeak. Tools and Pieces scattered, crashing to the floor and hitting it with an audible clang. Both girls were almost thrown from their seats, but they held on, refusing to make a sound in any capacity.
It was a furious onslaught that seemed to last forever. Beast against metal. The Shambler continued to throw itself against the frame of the tank, howling in frustration when the iron behemoth showed no reaction.
Finally, everything went quiet. The Shambler moaned for a final time. It had gone silent. Dreadfully silent. Piper smiled, letting out a quiet sigh of relief. The Shambler had grown bored and realized that the object it flung itself at was of no threat.
The Auran Device pinged and the red dot on the screen started to move in circles.
It was over… at least that’s what Annie thought. She felt an uncomfortable shuffling in her bowels, the load that was pressuring her hole had begun shifting again, pushing against her knot.
She tried to clench up and force her load to retreat, but she couldn’t. Through the fearful shivers, she didn’t have the strength to hold it in. She was too weak; the fear had loosened her.
Annie took a deep breath, shuffled in her chair and hunched up tighter, squeezing her legs with her arms, pushing her knees against her stomach. The cramps in her stomach started again and this time she couldn’t contain the agony. It was as if something was pressing down on her guts, forcing the brown snake to descend.
She feared this was it, she had reached her limit and finally undone by fear, she couldn’t stop what was about to come.
In a final effort to hold it in, Annie straddled her chair and pushed down against the seat. She pushed down as hard as she could, until she could feel her quivering knot kissing the cotton of her underwear. The very tip of the turtle’s head could be felt touching the seat of them, leaving a small brown stain that Annie could feel.
But even with her best efforts, that wasn’t enough to stop it. Her stomach grew tighter, quietly groaning as it begged her for relief. Despite her best efforts, there was nothing more Annie could do. She was going to shit herself, and she was powerless to stop it.
The head of the brown snake that peaked between her clenched cheeks started to squirm, descending to the cotton of her underwear. It came slowly, a thick, moist log of hot waste squirming against her hole, stopped only by the seat that she buried her butt deep into.
Annie could do nothing but sit there, letting it happen. A lone tear ran down her cheek as she accepted it and lifted herself up slowly, succumbing to the desperate urges of her bowels.
She whimpered, grinding her teeth out of fear. This was it, she had tried so hard to hold it, to endure the grinding pain that had her guts twisted for so long, and it was finally over. She was powerless to stop it, and now, knowing that, she accepted it and merely let nature run its course.
She eased up, her whole body relaxing. She let out a soft sigh, and relaxed her shoulders, giving in to the desire of her bowels. Her ring loosened, unclenching fully; there was nothing holding it back now. Annie braced for the worst of it, knowing that it was far from over. She straddled her seat, digging her nails into the rough leather. She gripped it with such fierce force that she pierced the leather, leaving her to caress the soft padding beneath.
The great load she had been holding squirmed through her hole without retaliation. The thin head of the snake slithered through her ring without a fight, leaving a hot, messy trail. She could feel her knot widening, forced to open wide by the girth of her waste.
Her stomach again started to tighten and the cramps intensified once more. The discomfort was too great for Annie, drawing closer to agony than discomfort. It grew to be too much for her and she crossed her legs together, pressing down on her shin with her heel.
The first few inches of a warm log emerged, leaving a muddy trail against her cheeks as it unfurled between the crack of her butt. The air crackled quietly as she curled the first length of her log and the smell was lifting.
A long plump length of wet log hung from between her cheeks, dangling over the stained cotton. It was soft, like damp clay. Annie could feel that there was some left. Annie strained, grimacing as she forced out another inch of the log, letting it unfurl between her cheeks. It marked its sloppy descent with a slimy smearing that refreshed the brown streak between her buttcrack.
The plump, lengthy log lowered another inch, the flattened head curling up as it finally reached the seat of her underwear.
Annie could feel her stomach settle, now unburdened by the load that was now unfurling in her knickers. The relief was tremendous, causing a sweet shudder to surge through her body, but mostly it was the relief in her stomach that had her smiling, like a great weight had been lifted from her.
“Hmm~” She sighed, hiding her relief. She felt guilty for enjoying this even half as much as she did. It was a feeling of much-needed relief, so much so that Annie cracked a sinful smile.
Perhaps had this been a situation that didn’t require her to remain in her seat, Annie would’ve taken a bucket or maybe even some paper and done her business in the corner. It would’ve been far less humiliating that what she was doing right now - leaving a large trail of brown in her knickers.
She was almost finished lightening her load, but there was still a fine bit to squeeze out. Annie lifted herself from the chair with her arms, hovering over the seat. and gently shook her butt from side to side. With each gentle shake, she tapped the moist log against her buttcheeks.
Annie could only grimace, lips twisting into a sour expression at the feeling of the log hanging from her hole. The air crackled softly as she could feel a length of waste tear off under its own weight, gently laying itself out in the once pristine cotton of her underwear.
With a soft moan, Annie tensed up, the relief of lightening her load still tingling, causing her to shiver in glee. She clenched tightly, the ring of her anus winced and she cut off the final length of the log.
There was a light crackle and a sound like a snap. Annie felt the log snap and break off, cut free by a quick wince of her hole. It fell, settling in the seat of her knickers, staining both the cotton and her butt.
“Uuu~” Annie whimpered quietly under her breath, her lips curling into a smile. It was shameful, she knew it was, but it felt too good.
The load rested in the seat of her knickers, the soft mass curling and taking the shape of the curve of her butt. It was a long one, leaving a hot, stained splatter that ran the length of her buttcheeks. It was close to her thighs, wrapping around them and contorting to the shape of her cheeks.
Though she had birthed a sizeable log in her knickers, that was still not the end of it.
Annie felt her stomach tightening, something in her gut dropped and she felt a second, smaller log pressing against her muddied hole, seeking release.
She feared she had no room left in the seat of her knickers. She had already filled them with the great weight of the first load. That didn’t matter; it was already coming. All Annie could do was lift herself a few more inches off her seat, lifting herself until she was nearly standing, giving the second log just enough room to unfurl from between her cheeks.
Already it was pouring out of her, a small, but thick snake as soft as wet clay curled from her quivering hole, and unfurled atop the first length of waste, adding to the brown mountain already resting in her underwear.
That was the end of it, and Annie concluded with the quietest of farts that lightly peppered her knickers with splatters of waste.
At last, it was finally over. Her stomach settled, and the relief faded but in its place came a crippling shame. Annie sat quietly, ignoring the load that was weighing down the seat of her knickers. She sat in disbelief, panting from a shortness of breath that was brought on by fatigue.
She couldn’t believe it, even with a fat lump of brown mess resting in the rear of her knickers, Annie couldn’t bring herself to believe what had just happened - A grown girl and she had shit herself. Shame was swelling up inside of her, filling the void left behind by the fading relief.
Once it had set in, she couldn’t rid herself of the shame. Annie tried closing her eyes, imagining herself far away from here, in a field in the countryside on a warm summer day, but still the feeling persisted. The rising smell that polluted the air was enough to knock her out of any fantasy she wished for.
Soon the smell was overwhelming, and the soft mush that had sunk down, crushed beneath the weight of her butt was all Annie could think about.
For now, Annie was forced to endure it. Until the Shambler left she would be confined to her seat, sitting on a cushion of her own mess.
Finally, the Auran Device fell silent. There was only a crackling of static that remained. The Shambler had vanished, wandering back into the depths of the charred forest.
Though it seemed to be clear, neither girl moved from their seat. There was no telling how much time had passed. It was pitch black, and the clock on Piper’s desk had broken when the creature first struck the tank.
Annie sat in silence, clinging to her chair. She tried to ignore the smell of shit that lingered in the tight confines of the compartment, emanating from the brown bulge in the back of her underwear.
The seat of her knickers was weighed down by the two lumps of mess she had squeezed out. Right now she could feel the soft clay-like mass pressing against her bare butt, it's shape shifting with the movement of her cheeks. It was warm and moist, a foul swamp of muddied mess nestled right between the crack of her butt.
Right this moment, there was nothing Annie pined for more than a hot bath. It was bad enough that she was soaking wet from trudging through the thunderstorm to take a dump, but the worst of it was that the only warmth she could feel came from the seat of her underwear. Her soaked, soiled clothes only reminded her of what was seated in them.
Unfortunately, luxuries like bathing or even a river to wash her clothes were a rarity on the main roads. For now the only thing that kept Annie going was the thought of being out of her soiled clothes and into a clean pair of spares that she kept in her footlocker, as well as a fragrant wet wipe between the cheeks.
Both girls remained in silence for a few minutes after the beast had vanished. Neither wished to be the first to break the silence. That was until Annie, assuming it to be safe, got up from her chair. Slowly, she got to her feet, stifling her whimpers at the weighted feeling of her sagging underwear.
She grimaced, feeling a peeking head of waste caress her thighs like a brush on a canvas, painting her pale skin a shameful brown.
The quiet footsteps of the stalking monster ceased, the low curious growls had been silenced, leaving only the howling wind in its stead. Annie looked around, trying to hear something, but there was nothing. It was over. It had to be. There hadn’t been a single sound outside since the device had fallen silent.
Soft lumps of mess that had clung to her backside broke loose. The feeling of soft clay-like mess slowly peeling away from her bare cheeks was something that made Annie grimace with a sour-expression.
“W-Why don’t I get some light going?” Annie said quietly, trying to make conversation in the hopes of lightening the mood.
Piper said nothing.
Annie made her way through the compartment, moving slowly through the darkness as to not trip over any scattered wires or junk. Every step she took, the bulge in the rear of her underwear jiggled softly, and she could feel her load tapping her bare thighs.
The small gas lamp she had turned off earlier was lying on the floor near the table. Thankfully, the glass hadn’t been shattered. She turned the dial and turned the gas lamp on. With a hiss, a small flame emerged, lighting up the compartment with a gloomy orange glow.
“I think it’s gone now.” Annie said quietly, walking back to her chair with the lamp in-hand.
She placed the lamp on the floor between them and not wanting to reacquaint her backside with the load in her underwear, leant against the back of her chair.
Piper stayed silent. She sat quietly, her black hair covering her face. But Annie could see she was quivering, her lips curling like she was in pain.
“Piper?” She called again, softly this time.
Again Piper said nothing. There was only silence, broken by a soft whimper.
She sat stiffly in her seat, hunched up with her legs pressed tightly together. Her hands were pushed between them, almost crushed by how tightly she held her legs together.
Suddenly, Annie heard a sound. It was difficult to hear at first. It sounded like hissing, but distant. It grew in intensity, growing louder until Annie could hear it clearly.
And then there was a dripping. That too was growing louder, and more frequent until it was continuous, like a weak stream of running water.
Around Piper’s butt a small puddle was forming, creeping out from beneath her and spreading out across her chair. It was growing larger, moving towards the edges of her seat. Piper said nothing. She sat quietly, her face hidden beneath her fringe with a fist against her mouth.
Perhaps it was from the shock, but it took Annie a moment to properly comprehend what was happening. But when she realized, there was a flutter in her heart. “P-Piper?” She said calmly, her lips trembling.
Piper was wetting herself right in front of her. Her olive khakis were soaked through, the drab green turning darker as Piper relieved herself in them, struggling to hold it back. She took a deep breath and bit down on her fist, her quivering lips showing the faintest glimpse of relief.
She kept going, the sounds of water piddling against fabric intensifying until they echoed through the compartment. Her khakis, now soaked entirely, could not hold anymore piss. The pool started to grow, forming around her backside and expanding out onto the chair.
It crept out until finally it started to trickle down the side of the seat and tap against the steel floor. It was only a tapping at first, but quickly it began to drip and finally one long continuous dribble battered the floor, covering the silver steel with a small pale puddle. A small cloud of steam rose from between Piper’s legs.
The stench of fresh piss had grown strong, mixing with the sullied air of Annie’s own produce.
Through it all, while her best friend sat hunched up on her chair wetting herself, Annie stood completely still, leaning against the back of her chair and witnessing it with a dumbward expression pasted across her face.
Never had she imagined that Piper would soil herself. She was a strong, militant girl, the confident one of them both - a girl that was never afraid to just drop trou and relieve herself whenever the need presented itself.
But now, Annie had seen it. She had seen a moment of weakness from Piper. There was only one explanation she could think of and she found it ridiculous to even think it. “Piper?” She said quietly but with a caring voice, “The Shambler - were you scared?”
Piper seemed to shake her head at such a question before leaning back in her chair, ignoring the pool of piss she was sat in. At least she was still in good spirits. “It’s been a while since I’ve dealt with a Shambler.” She chuckled, trying to play off what had just happened. “You think they’re big dumb brutes and sometimes they surprise you.” She took a deep breath and leant forward, making sure to avoid her wet trousers with her arms. “I’ve been dying for a piss for the last hour… I’ve been holding it in since you went out to do your business.”
“You’re not the only one who got a surprise.” Admitted Annie. It was not with shame, but rather with confidence that she told Piper she had soiled herself. “I couldn’t go either. The device started going crazy while I was in the bushes.” Perhaps it was from the awkwardness of the situation, but Annie couldn’t help but chuckle.
It had spiralled from awkwardness to hilarity. Annie found comfort in knowing that she was not the only one who had caved in to fear, or that she was the only one with a soiled pair of underwear. There was no reason to be ashamed, knowing Piper was in a similar situation.
Knowing that it was not only her, it seemed to liven Piper’s spirits. “So that smell WAS you?” She said, a faint smile patching over her frown. “I was wondering where that smell was coming from. I thought that thing outside busted the other converter.”
Annie shook her head, and with a renewed confidence, she admitted to her incident earlier. “Neither of the converters are busted.” She said, her cheeks growing rosy. “I… r-ripped a fart earlier before going outside.”
Both girls looked at each other and just like that, the fear was gone. At first, Piper glared as if she was judging Annie, but then suddenly she started to laugh. Her giggles were infectious and soon after Annie too started to laugh.
The laughter helped to lighten the mood and finally both girls felt somewhat comfortable about the awkward situation they had found themselves in.
“Right, we should get changed, huh?” Piper said, putting a hand on Annie’s shoulder. “It’s starting to reek in here.”
Annie nodded. Not only was the smell lifting but it was starting to get uncomfortable. “D-Do you mind if I get changed first?” She asked.
“Go for it.” Piper nodded. She put a hand against her desk and lifted herself to her feet. A small rainfall of pee dribbled from her soaked trousers, landing in the puddle on the seat with a tinkling. “Should I go wait in the driver’s seat?” She asked, trying to mask the sound.
“P-Please.” Annie said and trudged over to her footlocker. “D-Do you think we could have the radio on?”
Piper leant over and flicked the switch of the radio. It crackled, bursting out with a hiss of static before tuning in to the evening channel.
“And you’re back with Moonlight Quartet. Next up, we have the arrangements of Jodie Dunkirk and the Stars in the sky orchestra.”
With the smooth sound of big band jazz playing through the radio, Annie waddled through the compartment and behind her desk. There was a small spot that would conceal her while she changed. She didn’t want Piper to see her, or the sorry state of her soiled underwear.
Every step she took, she could feel the soft pat she had made thumping sloppily against her cheeks. It made a wet sound with every slap. Annie cringed. She still couldn’t believe it - a girl of nineteen and she’d shit herself.
Once she was behind her desk, she undid her suspenders and let them fall down, around her boots. She wrinkled her nose and grimaced, catching a strong whiff of her own creation.
Next, her knickers. Annie was dreading this part. She didn’t dare grab the waist for fear she would feel something more than just cotton. Instead, she grabbed the front of them and slowly pulled them down.
“Are you not done yet?” Piper yelled over the music on the radio. “I need to get changed too, you know.”
“I-I’ll be a minute.” Annie replied. She took a deep breath and thrust her knickers down around her boots.
Curiosity got the better of her and she couldn’t help but take a peek at the damage her white cottons had endured. The seat of her knickers were brown and nestled right in the rear was a large brown pat of mess. It had been flattened by Annie’s butt, now resembling a brown pancake that spread across the rear of them, soiling the clean white cotton.
“P-Piper? Where’s the toilet paper?” Annie peered over her desk and asked.
“Check the footlocker. It should be in there.”
Annie got down on her knees and rooted through the footlocker. She found an old wrench, some screws and a suspiciously sticky copy of “Girls Und Tanks.” before finding a cardboard tube without even a scrap of toilet paper on it.
“It’s empty.” Annie said, waving the cardboard tube.
Piper peered over the back of her seat, brows furrowing when she saw the empty roll. “Goddammit, that was our last roll. Umm…” She scratched her chin, staring in thought. “Oh, rummage around in my footlocker - there should be a can of this old military-grade wash.”
Sure enough, there was an olive-coloured can of something in Piper’s footlocker. It was rusted and the words were illegible. “Is this it?” Annie asked, waving the can up for Piper to see.
“Yep.” She nodded. “Should do the trick… and hurry up, I feel like I’m stewing here…”
She didn’t need much time to wash up, a quick rinse between the cheeks and down her thighs and that enough for Annie. She ignored the dampness and the rough, soapy feeling of the old military wash as it felt like her skin was drying up.
Once that shameful affair was concluded, Annie reached back into the footlocker and pulled out a canvas sack. She unravelled the top and pulled out her spare clothes - a dark green pair of trousers and an old grey shirt.
They were nothing fancy; an old pair of clothes Piper kept with her, but they no longer fit her. They were just the right fit for Annie though, so she was more than happy to take them. She threw on the grey shirt, pulled up the trousers and didn’t bother to button them up. It was more comfortable this way, without the button on the crotch pressing against her tummy.
Dressed in her clean spares, Annie huffed a sigh of relief and fell back into her chair. The “bottled bath” had left her butt and thighs feeling a tad rough but Annie didn’t mind; it was still preferable to an uncomfortable cushion of mess resting against her butt.
She spun her chair around, faced her desk and reached down to the crate of soda she kept beside it. There were only two bottles left. She took one, popped it open and took a sip. She leant back again and looked over to the compartment. “P-Piper, I’m finished.”
“Alright.” Piper replied. She climbed out of her chair and walked over to her bed to get changed.
Annie almost choked on her soda as Piper, completely free of anything but her boots and knickers, strolled past. She spun her chair around, watching her comrade walk toward the footlocker at the rear of the compartment.
Her boots squelched with every step, clearly soaked through with piss. Her plain white knickers too, were thoroughly drenched, sagging from her waist. They were stained yellow and clinging to her crotch, matching the outline of her womanhood.
Piper didn’t care one bit; it wasn’t the first time she’d pissed herself. She stood before her footlocker and kicked it. The box creaked and the top popped open.
She pulled off her boots and threw them aside. Her feet were glistening with fresh streaks of piss. The long, thin streaks of piss that ran down her legs were starting to dry by the heat of the gas lamp.
She rummaged around in her footlocker, throwing aside an old canvas sack and another pair of boots. “Goddammit.” Piper cursed, pulling out a spare pair of white underwear.
“What’s up?” Annie asked, struggling to hide the tremble in her voice. She stared at Piper’s backside, wide-eyed, making sure to savour every moment.
Piper huffed, slammed the footlocker shut with her foot and sat down on top of it. “Those were my spares, weren’t they…” She pointed to her soiled fatigues thrown over the back of the driver’s seat. “My other shirt and trousers are soaked in oil. I’ve got nothing to wear.”
Annie had completely forgotten about that, and now she’d remembered that it was her fault Piper had gotten drenched. “Oh, r-right.” She said nothing more for fear of reigniting the frustration in Piper. “Do you want to wear my spares?” She offered, already she was pulling her arms out of her shirt. “I don’t mind.”
Piper shook her head, but smiled. “Don’t worry about it.” She stood back up and twirled the clean pair of knickers around her finger.
Before Annie could say another word, Piper bent over, lifted her leg and put on her spare underwear. She grew still, cupping the glass of cola tighter. There was a lump in the back of her throat that kept her silent.
She watched Piper pull her underwear up, almost salivating as her buttcheeks swallowed the cotton between them. The white cotton between her crack created a shapely divide between her cheeks. She pulled her thumbs out from the sides of them, letting the fabric slap against her thighs and jiggle her cheeks.
There was that familiar tingle that left Annie shuddering. She straightened up and pressed the cold glass down against her crotch, shivering at the feeling. She couldn’t let Piper know that she was enjoying this. Peering lewdly at Piper was the one little pleasure that she would never share.
Piper, paying no attention to Annie and her antics, strolled back to her seat and took her shirt off the back of it. “I didn’t piss on my shirt at least.” She brushed off a few specks, gave it a shake and slipped it on.
“You’re just going to wear your shirt? Not even a pair of trousers?”
Piper shrugged without a single shred of care. “It’s not like anybody else can see me. It’s just you.” She reached under her shirt and scratched beneath her breasts. Without a bra, her breasts jostled her shirt softly. “I’ll be fine like this for the night. It’s quite comfy actually.”
Annie didn’t say anything, but her ladyhood certainly agreed with this choice of attire - Piper in nothing more than her knickers and a shirt. Annie’s lip quivered, she was close to drooling at the sight.
For Piper, to be out of her wet clothes was a great feeling. She took a deep breath, stretching out her arms and letting her loose shirt hang from her shoulders. Eager to get behind the wheel, She pressed her hands together and cracked her knuckles. “Right, let’s not stick around, let’s get back on the road and out of this god awful forest.”
Together, they started the ignition and again Piper took the wheel.
Annie sat down between the small corridor that separated the driver’s seat from the compartment and made herself comfortable. From there, she had the finest view in the whole world - Piper’s butt, the wedge of white cotton splitting her cheeks and those long, slender legs.
She took a sip of her soda and grinned. Maybe tonight was not so bad, after all.
The End |
Bonus Chapter: Stuck
The radio crackled, breaking up the sound of soft jazz. It went quiet and for the first time in the morning, the smooth voice of Buck Allworth spoke through the airwaves. “Good morning to you all out there in the Wasteland. I hope you enjoyed a night of smooth jazz. I am your host for the morning news: Buckworth, and I hope you all slept well…”
The radio died, switched off by Piper's fist. “Shut up, Allworth!” She cursed, knocking the radio over in a moment of frustration.
“Piper, I was listening to that!” Annie yelled at her comrade. The radio was the only thing keeping her distracted from how desperately she needed to piss.
It was early morning, and Piper and Annie were standing by the ladder. Both were desperate for a piss after a long night, but they couldn’t get out until the hatch leading out of the compartment had been unlocked - a problem that lay entirely on Piper’s shoulders.
But for the first time in a while, the Tank driver had lost the key to the lock, meaning both girls were forced to endure their bulging bladders for just a little while longer while she fumbled around in her pockets.
Annie, giving in to the incessant quivering of her ladyhood, bent down and pressed her hands deep between her legs. The denim of her suspenders was cool and dry against her clammy hands. “Come on, Piper, hurry up!” She squirmed in place, begging her comrade to hurry up.
“I am hurrying!” Piper hissed. She’d been distracted from fiddling in her pocket. Annie’s childish dancing and stamping played havoc on her own bladder. She hissed again, grimacing in agony as she felt her bladder, the contents shaking violently against her. “Just stop with the dancing!”
“I can’t!” Annie bit her lip. “How do you even lose the keys?”
Piper clawed in her pocket and found nothing. “I didn’t lose them.” She was seething, talking through teeth. “They were in one of my pockets.”
“Well… s-search faster… Ahhh!” Annie cried and pressed her thighs together, crushing her hands between their pudgy embrace.
It had been a long night, and to make matters worse a rolling storm had passed over Rueller’s Creek. Rolling storms were like thunderstorms, but made up of powerful eldritch energy. It was dangerous to venture out during them, not just due to the roaming beasts that were attracted to such powerful surges of energy, but also for the storm itself.
As a result, Annie and Piper were confined to the tank for the entire night. Because they couldn’t get out to relieve themselves, they’d endured the call of nature long before falling asleep.
Annie had been suffering dreams about it all night, teased by a recurring dream where she was walking along a path, following a mighty river that rushed past her. After a while the sounds got too grating; they played havoc on her, drawing attention to her bladder. Soon she couldn’t stop thinking about taking a leak and by then, she was already awake with her legs crossed tightly and a seething expression of pain.
Now that the sun was up, and the storm had passed, they were both desperate to get outside and take their morning pee.
“Have you found them yet?” Annie continued to cry, her quivering lips causing her to stutter.
Piper had rifled through all of her pockets, but the keys weren’t there. “N-No… J-Just…” Then suddenly, she remembered. “THE FOOTLOCKER!” She spun around and drove her foot down on the latch of her footlocker. Inside, among all the mess, she could see a glimmer of silver. She squatted down, and unexpectedly ripped a fart. “Haa~” She sighed, feeling relief from the pressure.
“Aw, gross, Piper.” Annie stepped back in disgust. “You’re gonna stink the tank up!”
Being so desperate to take a dump, that little rupture of air was definitely ripe. It even made Piper grimace, even if the relief of ripping one was delightful. She wafted away the ripened air and started to scavenge through her footlocker, tossing out anything that was between her and the keys.
For Piper, this horrendous bout of morning desperation was worst for her. Not only was she on the verge of leaking, but she also had to deal with a pesky brown turtle’s head that kept peeking out of her butthole. She had won the lion’s share of the rations in a game of rock-paper-scissors last night and after gorging on them, she was not only desperate for a pee, but to take a dump too.
It was manageable at first, that fart she had just ripped was the first threat her body gave her. The ripe smell along was enough to let her know that she couldn’t hold it much longer. And right now, squatting with her cheeks spread, she was crowning, a massive brown mud-like lump was pressing itself down against her knot.
“Piper, I’m begging you, please hurry up!” Annie continued to cry, losing all composure in her voice. She’d endured it for long enough, her body was growing weaker from holding it, her legs were starting to tremble, even standing still was a monumental task. “It’s going to come out!” She whimpered, grasping herself tightly and held herself for dear life.
Just another minute. That was all she needed.
She tried thinking of other things to distract her, but her mind always came back to thoughts of the great outdoors - nature’s toilet. She couldn’t stop thinking about the sweet embrace of a small patch of grass, the dry dirt that would welcome some morning refreshment.
Annie closed her eyes and let herself get lost in those thoughts of sweet, wet relief. She envisioned herself out in the grass, squatting down, her bare butt a mere inch above the cold ground. The sounds of water as she unleashed onto the dry dirt echoed around her, letting the whole world know how much she’d needed it.
And then it happened; A little twitch from between her legs. Annie felt her lips grow warm. The smallest of dribbles escaped her, spurting out into her underwear. She couldn’t wait any longer. “Piper!” She cried, this time there was no begging, it was an order. “Please, hurry, hurry, hurry, up!”
“I know!” Piper muttered, refusing to yell. “I’m not enjoying this any more than you! I feel like I’m going to piss myself.” Finally through the entire chest of junk, she got to her keys at the bottom of the locker. “Got ‘em!” She pulled them out and held them up high.
“Ha~ About time!” Annie sighed and swept back her ginger hair. She couldn’t stop herself from doing a childish potty dance, dancing from foot to foot with her hands firmly between her legs, gripping her crotch. “Hurry up and get the hatch open!”
Piper quickly unlocked the hatch of the Tank. Her fingers fumbled with the lock and Annie’s constant whimpering was a distraction, but she was able to do it quickly.
With all of strength, she barged the hatch open with her shoulder. It swung up, exposing the girls to their first glimpse of sunlight for the day. It was blinding. The hatch clanged down atop the turret, sending a shiver running down the ladders.
The shivers ran through Piper like an uncomfortable tingle. She grimaced, her whole body ringing, forcing her to grip the rungs of the ladder tightly. The worst of it was right between her legs, not just her bladder but her butthole too. She clenched up, grasping the rungs tighter. There was a fart brewing, and she didn’t want to rip it right in Annie’s face.
“P-Piper, come on!” Annie pushed up against Piper’s boots with her shoulders, spurring Piper on by nudging her up. “I’m wetting myself here…”
Her patience was thin right now. “Be patient, Annie.” She hissed. “I’m bursting too, you know.” The urge of her bladder was overpowering and desperate to relieve the pressure, Piper pressed herself into the rungs of the ladder, straddling and grinding against them. “Fuck~” She cursed. It felt good, pressing her quivering lips into them.
She gave herself a moment to compose herself. Ignoring Annie’s whimpers and feeble attempts to get past her on the ladder, Piper stood still, biting her lip as she pushed deeper into the steel. It felt better than she could imagine.
“PIPER!” Annie screamed, this time she wasn’t soft. It was a call of pure anger, steaming with impatience.
“I KNOW! Hey… what… are… ANNIE!” Piper could feel Annie’s shoulder pressing against her butt. Every little shift of the fat of her cheeks drew attention to the hard peeking log that was nestled right at the edge of her knot. It was a strange feeling that Piper had no words for, but she didn’t like it.
Annie pulled herself up the ladder, trying to push Piper aside to make what little room she could for herself. “I’m dying here, and I’m not waiting around for… mmph!” It was working, she got up to Piper’s waist… before coming to a stop by getting her face stuck in her tummy.
That was the worst she had felt this morning. Annie’s head pushing into her stomach only caused her agony. Piper grimaced and cursed. Annie’s face pressed against her tummy, and Piper, unable to contain herself, ripped another fart.
“Okay! Okay!” She finally gave up and climbed up the ladders before that fart had a chance to lift.
Rueller’s Creek Oil works were where they had holed up for the night. There was nothing left of it but a few old buildings and a large steel machine that had gone orange with rust.
Both girls climbed up onto the tank and glad to be finally outside. Annie pushed Piper aside and climbed up, wafting the air around her. “Your butt stinks!” She commented with a sour grimace on her face.
“Just shut up.” Piper cursed. “Since you’re so desperate, why don’t you go first? I’ll stay on lookout.”
That was all she needed to hear. Annie slid down the front of the tank, landing right in the mud. Her whole body shook, the worst of it twinging right between her legs. She hissed and bit down on her lip, tensing up every inch of her body until the twinges were over.
She’d never had to take a leak so badly in her life. Her bladder felt as solid as rock, full right to the brim.
There was a small patch of dead grass that was begging for her. It was the perfect little nook for a sneaky squat. Annie waddled toward it, already tugging at her suspenders. She whimpered softly, praying she could get them undone before she was there.
Her feverish fingers fumbled with the buttons but with some luck she managed to get her suspenders off. She was so close, just a few more steps and she would be there, right in the middle of the grass - the great toilet of the outdoors. She held her suspenders up with a single hand, the other pressed between her legs and denying her bladder another relieving leak.
“Uuu… just another second…” She cried, steeling herself.
Finally in the grass, her boots crunching the brown leaves beneath her feet. She let go of the straps and let her suspenders fall down around her boots. The denim swept past her legs, exposing her chubby thighs, which were pink from the heat of her hands pushing against them.
She hadn’t even bothered to put on underwear this morning; she was going commando, at least until she had watered the grass. Being so desperate, Annie saw her knickers as nothing more but an obstacle, a barrier that stood between her and sweet relief.
Her pale freckled butt was exposed to the cold morning air and her cheeks quickly went numb. Shaking desperately, Annie squatted down in the grass “Haa… Haaaa~” She sighed, her breaths broken up by moans of pure bliss. She was hardly near the ground before the floodgates opened. A flood of pee burst from between her legs, gushing out of her and down into the wet soil.
The silence of the morning was broken by Annie moaning. It wasn’t any quieter between her legs, she pissed vigorously, her bladder pushing as much as it could out of her. It came in one big golden sputter like a broken spigot, showering the dirt beneath her feet. Annie doused her own boots just as much as the grass, and she didn’t care one bit.
She moaned loudly, hanging her head back in such sumptuous relief. It was overwhelming, her whole body tingled with an indescribable sense of pleasure, and Annie, swimming in it, couldn’t contain herself. “Ooooh~”
“You don’t have to tease it so much.” Piper muttered to herself, envious at how much Annie was enjoying herself. That was what she wanted right now
She was desperate to rip another fart, but Piper knew better than to trust it. If she let another one loose, it would carry with it far worse than just a ripe smell. She was at her limit now, just one second away from completely filling her knickers.
She needed a distraction, so to try and avert her gaze from Annie and her blissful little squat, Piper did some sightseeing.
It was from the top of the tank that Piper could see around the other side of the old building, and there was something behind it that caught her attention. She spied an old cement mixer and in her desperation, a desirable thought crossed her mind - what if instead of it being a cement mixer, it was a makeshift toilet?
It wasn’t often they got to experience the pleasure of a toilet. For so long the roadside had been the only toilet she’d had, the grass, rivers, dirt. She missed being back in a barracks, having a working toilet in a small room where she could just unload and have a bit of time to herself.
Out here, it was impossible. She couldn’t be alone with her thoughts when every second was spent looking around to make nothing would jump on you with your pants down.
Her reminiscing was disturbed by a tightening in her stomach and Piper groaned. She put her hand on her tummy and felt the small bulge of her full bladder protruding. “How long is she going to take?” The answer didn’t matter. Suddenly, Piper felt the log descending, the small turtle’s head that peered between her knot was growing. A long hot length of mess was slowly slithering between her cheeks.
It was past the checkpoint, there was no going back now. She was just about touching cloth, the head of the length lightly grazed her knickers, and if that wasn’t bad enough she was certain she was about to leak.
“Fuck it… I can’t hold it in any longer.” For once, Piper threw away her rule of always having a lookout. It was perfectly safe around here, and surely Annie wouldn’t take too long. She had to worry about herself and about the state of her underwear.
She climbed down the side of the tank, looked around just to make sure there was nothing lurking, and rushed off toward the other side of the old building.
Running was a struggle and after a few steps, Piper was confined to a shameful waddle. She shuffled along the road, her anus puckered up tightly with the thinnest hope of stopping another inch of mess from descending. With every step the few inches between her cheeks slapped against them, patting her with a wet smearing of mess.
She couldn’t hold it in any longer. There was a small dribble between her legs that teased more than just a leak, and around the back she could feel the brown length of waste that was already touching cloth growing longer, descending without warning. It squeezed out another inch, the head smashed into her knickers.
It was here, and now. Piper had no choice. “Hmmm…” She growled, already unbuttoning her trousers. “This is the closest I’ll get to a toilet in a while.” She pulled down her trousers, kicking her legs until they slid around her knees and plopped herself down on the drum.
The cold, damp steel greeted her with a rough feeling around her butt. Piper could only grimace in disgust.
There, around the back of an old Oil works, Piper emptied herself into the drum of an old cement mixer. She practically burst, a flood of piss pouring between her legs and striking the old steel with force. The relief hit her instantly, a feeling like a balloon deflating in her tummy engulfed her, causing her lips to quiver.
“Oooh~” She moaned, her whole body going numb under such immense relief. She leant back, sighed a hefty sigh, and spread her legs, letting the cold wind swirl against her wet lips.
That was not the only thing she had been desperate to unload. Not even a second had passed since she’d plopped herself down on her makeshift toilet before she could feel her stomach growing tight.
It passed easily, the soft mud-like feeling allowed it to glide past her cheeks, smearing them as it squirmed through. Piper relaxed, clapped her knees together and let it all out. The growing cramps in her stomach had eased up, giving her some relief from the discomfort. She closed her eyes, crossed her arms and let nature run its course.
Finally, a good chunk broke off under its own weight. Piper felt the load lighten as it snapped off. It fell into the drum, hitting the piss-washed steel with a damp splatter. There was some splashback. Piper lurched forward, shuddering at the wet feeling as flicks of piss peppered her thighs.
It was not the most unpleasant feeling, especially the warmth on such a cold day.
Her hole winked, cutting off the last of her load that dangled between her cheeks. It broke off, sliding down her ample cheeks, leaving a hot brown trail before falling into the drum with a wet slap. Piper felt her anus shiver, feeling the stress being taken off her hole now that she had unloaded.
“Ooo~” Her whole body seized up, shuddering in sheer delight of her empty bowels. Piper sighed and finished her dirty business with a muddy fart, a loud one that rumbled the old drum.
That was one of her issues taken care of, but she was still in the middle of offloading one other. Piper leant forward, pressed her hands down on her knees and twiddled her thumbs.
The relief had been so overpowering that she felt as if time had stopped. While she felt like she had been unfurling that pudgy log for an eternity, at most only ten seconds had passed. She was still mid-stream, perched on the edge of the drum and relieving her bladder.
It kept coming, like an entire ocean had been poured into her overnight. The small, but notable bulge protruding from her tummy was shrinking. Piper could feel it, like a balloon being deflated it grew smaller and smaller the more she emptied into the drum.
A good thirty seconds passed, but Piper was too engulfed in relief to notice. Time had fallen still for her.
At last, it was finally over. After a long glorious minute of vigorous pissing, the last of her bladder's weight dribbled from between her legs. It tinkled atop the piss that filled the drum like beer filled a glass. Piper, still reeling from the relief, shuddered. She needed a moment to compose herself, letting the relief fade before she could get up.
She merely enjoyed the relief she was feeling, the emptiness that came after being full for so long. It felt amazing, no pain in her bladder, no tightness in her stomach, no fear she was going to lay a log in her knickers just from relaxing. She felt empty, and her belly felt deflated.
She sat for a little while, simply enjoying the relief. Once she was ready to get off the drum, she reached down to grab her trousers and lifted herself up… or tried.
“Oh you’ve gotta be kidding me.” Piper couldn’t believe it. “I’m not…” She squeezed her fingers between herself and the rim and pushed herself forward. Still nothing. She wouldn’t budge. “I am.” Her butt was stuck in the drum.
Finally, after trying and failing countless times to remove herself from it, Piper admitted to herself that she was stuck. No amount of pushing, wriggling or swearing was going to get her undone. There was only one thing to do now, and it was the one thing that she really didn’t want to do.
She looked down at her knees and tapped them together nervously. “I can’t believe I have to do this.” She muttered. “Annie?” Piper called to her comrade, waited a few seconds and then yelled again. “Annie!?” Again, no answer. “ANNIE!”
Her calls for help finally were answered. Piper heard Annie running over to her, footsteps stampeding across the damp, muddy earth. She stopped short of the corner, the edge of her frizzy red hair the only thing that Piper could see of her. “What? What’s up?” She answered.
“It took you long enough.” Piper huffed. “What were you doing?” The tone of her voice let Annie know she demanded an answer.
There was a long silence, one that had an air of shame about it. Piper could feel it, she could imagine that Annie was thinking of something to say.
Annie mumbled some words, none of them even remotely coherent and when Piper asked again, she gave her answer with a quiet squeak. “I was taking a leak… and then I thought I’d… you know.”
“You’d what?”
“I was taking a dump!” Annie said, blurting out the answer with no control over her volume. Her answer echoed out into the valley, letting any and all know what she was doing in the grass.
Suddenly, a roll of toilet paper appeared around the corner. Only a few sheets remained, enough for a decent clean up if it hadn’t been too sloppy. “What’s that for?” Piper, forgetting everything about what she’d just been doing, furrowed her brow at the presence of toilet paper.
“You needed something to wipe with, right?” Now it was Annie who sounded confused. “Isn’t that what you called me over for?”
“No.” Piper hissed. “I called you over because I need some help.”
“With wiping?” Again, Annie sounded confused.
“No, not with wiping.” Piper was beginning to wonder why she even called Annie over. “I was taking a dump, and I’ve gotten myself into… into a little problem.”
There was another long silence, longer than necessary. “Are you decent before I come around there?”
Piper growled, and upon realizing the situation she was, frowned. There was no easy answer for that. Even after racking her brain trying to describe how she’d gotten stuck while taking a dump, she couldn’t find the right words to make it sound any less humiliating.
“That’s kind of the problem.” Piper squeaked, her voice stripped of any pride. “Just, come here. It’ll be easier than explaining it.”
Annie walked around the corner and upon seeing Piper squatting, her butt wedged in the drum of a cement mixer, she stopped frozen in place. She didn’t say anything, only staring at the sorry sight of her comrade with her trousers around her boots and the reddest of faces, devoid of dignity.
“Are you stuck?” She asked, lips curling as she struggled to stifle a giggle.
“What does it look like?” Piper answered bitterly, scowling, refusing to look Annie in the eyes.
“It looks like you’re stuck.” The ginger-haired girl cracked a smile.
She didn’t have the patience to play games, but Annie certainly did. How else was she to respond to her friend being stuck in an old cement mixer? It was that quivering smile, the one Annie tried to make to stifle her giggles that set Piper off. There was no point trying to tiptoe around it - it would just give Annie a bigger laugh.
Piper took a deep breath, stared straight down at her black boots and white knickers, which sadly had a small brown smear on them, and admitted it. “Yes - I’m stuck.”
That was it, those three simple words were all Annie needed to hear. She tried her very best to hold back her laughter, but it was getting the best of her. “Y-Y-You actually are s-s-stuck?” She tried to ask Piper that, but she struggled greatly, her lips were quivering, suppressing a laugh that was about to burst through.
“Yes.” Piper huffed.
And that single word completely undid her. “BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Annie erupted with laughter and doubled over, clutching her sides. “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“It’s not funny, Annie!” Piper yelled, trying to keep a serious demeanour about her, but it collapsed in the face of Annie’s roaring laughter. Frustrated, she pressed her hands against the rim of the drum and tried to pull herself out. Again to no avail.
Annie meanwhile didn’t hear a single word of Piper’s. At this point she was down on her knees, her long frizzy red hair was covering her face, only moving when Annie had to wipe the tears from her eyes. “AHAHAHAHA!” Her sides were beginning to hurt from all the laughter. “AHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Her pale face had never been so colourful, growing purple like a plum. She hadn’t taken a breath in nearly thirty seconds.
“Will you stop laughing! This is serious!” Piper tried to control her, again to no avail. The girl with her butt stuck in a makeshift toilet had no power.
Annie finally managed to control her laughter enough that she could speak. She brushed away the ginger locks from her face and wiped a tear from her eye. “I… I thought you just needed toilet paper! BAHAHA!” She grew so purple she looked like a freckled plum. Just when it seemed it was over, another bout of laughter attacked her when she took a second glance at Piper. “BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
There was nothing Piper could do but let it happen. She ignored Annie, continued to twiddle her thumbs and started to ponder just why she’d even let her travel with her.
“Okay… Okay… haha… Okay.” Annie finally reeled in her laughter. She took long, deep breaths, gasping to make up for the last thirty seconds. “I’m sorry, I’m ready to help now.”
“Are you sure?” Piper furrowed her brow and scowled.
“Yes. Yes.” Annie snickered. “So I’ve got to get you unstuck, huh?” She turned her head left and then right. “I think I’ve got just the thing for it in my footlocker.” She took a step back and turned around. She took one step and then turned back to Piper, smirking. “Don’t go anywhere.”
Annie rushed off across the road and toward the tank. She returned shortly with a can of oil, gave it a shake to check there was some inside, then poured some onto her hands. She rubbed them together, greasing up her palms in oil.
Piper watched for a second before deciding to comment. “Um, Annie, what are you doing?” She asked, tilting her head like a confused dog.
“Greasing up my hands.” The ginger-haired girl replied, seeing nothing amiss about what she was doing.
“Why?”
“So I can grease up your butt and slide you out of that drum.” She explained with a smile, displaying such confidence.
“Or you could use the can?” Piper said calmly, raising a finger and pointing to the thin nozzle attached to it.
Upon hearing that Annie paused. Her hands were dripping with oil and stained a greasy black. She looked down at the can, and at last realized the stupidity of what she was doing. “Oh… right.” She chuckled meekly, cheeks growing red.
“If I didn’t know better I’d think you were using this as an excuse to touch my butt.” Piper muttered, but made herself loud enough for Annie to hear.
Annie leant it, slowly prodded at Piper’s bare thighs with the nozzle and started to drizzle oil on her. She squirmed a little, taken by surprise at how cold the oil was. It was thick and viscous, dribbling down her thighs slowly and squeezing through the gaps, leaving a little drop to run down her butt.
It kept going and going. Annie insisted that she use the whole can just to be sure that Piper was in Annie’s own words “Properly lubed up.”
Once the can ran empty, and most of the contents were now running down Piper’s backside, Annie rubbed her greasy palms together, bent down and extendered her arms. “Are you ready?” She asked Piper, a big confident smile shining through her frizzy ginger locks.
Piper, wanting to avoid touching the disgusting layer of oil Annie lathered into her palms, grabbed her wrists and nodded back. “Ready.”
“Okay. One. Two. Three. Pull!” Annie stepped back and pulled. She put all of her strength into it, exerting herself, thrusting herself back with her hands wrapped around Piper’s wrists.
Piper could feel it working. Slowly, but surely, she could feel the oil working its magic. Her butt was slowly inching forward, sliding along the greasy layer of oil that had been slathered around the rim. “Keep pulling!” She encouraged Annie, her voice strained. “Keep. Pulling.”
“I… Am…” Annie strained, her whole face was going red and she was making a face that Piper had never seen her make. She couldn’t tell if it was pain or fatigue. “How wide is your butt, Piper?” She didn’t get an answer.
Finally, with one single great heave, Annie succeeded, freeing her friend from the drum. She pulled as hard as she could, exerting herself harder than she ever had before, almost ripping a fart under the stress, but she just managed to hold it in.
Piper slipped forward, tripped over her trousers and fell into the dirt. Thankfully, this corner of the old building was dry.
“Holy cow!” Annie exclaimed in amazement. With Piper out of the way she got quite the view of the contents of her makeshift toilet. “Did somebody leave a bratwurst in this thing?”
“Annie!” Piper blushed. A steeled girl of the military, but even she couldn’t hide her shame when somebody made a comment about something as grotesque as a loaf she’d made.
The ginger-haired girl shot around and giggled. “Right. Sorry.” She rubbed the back of her neck and smiled. “Well at least we got you out.”
Her backside was sore, every inch of it, her cheeks, her thighs, even her anus. Piper groaned, rubbed her backside and groaned some more when that didn’t help. “I feel like my butt just went twenty rounds in a sparring ring.”
“I don’t blame you.” Annie giggled and again she was looking into the drum. “Have you seen the size of that thing you squeezed out? Are they always so big?”
“Annie! Stop… just help me up to my feet!” Again, Piper blushed a bright crimson.
With Annie’s help, Piper clambered up to her feet. Her backside was aching, and it only got worse when she moved. She hissed as she got up to her feet. When she stood up, she got a quick glimpse of her makeshift toilet and the deposit she had made. She didn’t look for long, but she certainly agreed with Annie, not that she would let her know - that was certainly one hell of a turd she had squeezed out.
“Feel better?” Annie asked, smirking. “Can you pull your own trousers up or do you need a hand with that too?”
Piper scoffed, pushed Annie away and bent over. She grabbed her trousers and yanked them back up. Suddenly, she froze, hissing under her breath. She felt something against the cotton of her knickers. It was moist and thick, like wet mud. The fabric stuck to the mud.
And then, Piper caught a whiff of a shameful smell. It was then that she realized there was something very important she’d forgotten to do.
Annie, with the coyest of smirks, offered her the roll of toilet paper. “I think you’re going to need this.”
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AN: This is a fictional story based off a real life event. Yes i did see a desperate boy on the tube and yes he did leak in his jeans. Trust me, im as shocked as you lot are. The rest is fictional xo
It was late January, and I had travelled to London for a concert. I had gone alone because none of my friends had wanted to see the band, but I still wanted to go and since there’s nothing like the comradery of a crowd, I bought a ticket. The day had gone off without a hitch and the concert was beautifully memorable, but it was the journey back to my hotel that night became interesting.
I had left the concert before 10, which is rare usually for a concert but fortunately this one was an early start, early finish affair. I strolled my way through the streets of Central London enjoying the unusual hustle and bustle I don’t usually get to experience in my hometown, towards the tube station. I swept through the station, clunking through the barriers and being smacked in the face by the stale hot air being pushed through the tunnels as I gradually descended the escalators. I saw a tube pull up to the platform and rather than running for it at the last second, I decided to wait the painfully long time of two whole minutes for the next one. This would turn out to be the best decision I made that day.
The next tube screeched up alongside the platform and I made my way on and was lucky enough to be able to sit down. Just as the warning beeps were sounding a group of three people rushed onto the tube as the doors closed behind them. There was two boys and one girl. I couldn’t tell you what the girl looked like, or one of the boys for that matter. My attention was very much somewhere else. The second boy in the group looked… uncomfortable. He was stood with the other guy and the girl standing around holding onto a pole in the doorway. I watched and listened for a few minutes and I managed to gather a little bit of context to the situation. I didn’t know their names but for the sake of this story I will refer to the girl as Amy, the boy as James and Mr Uncomfortable as Matt.
So, it appears that Amy and James were friends and they lived together somewhere in central London. All three of them had been out for the day and it was almost painfully obvious that Matt was trying to impress Amy. It was almost funny to imagine that all day he had followed her around like a little puppy dog in the hopes that he might just have a chance. Don’t get me wrong he was a pretty good-looking boy, just under 6-foot-tall, little bit of muscle and a lovely tan, unusual for England. But Amy seemed to have placed him safely in the friendzone.
I looked him up and down as I sat there listening. He had dressed to impress. He was wearing probably his nicest pair of blue jeans, a red polo and a nice grey jacket. I know this seems a bit creepy on my behalf but I’m getting around to why I was so intrigued. He stood stiff as a board. His middle was slightly bent, and his legs were rigid while his hand gripped onto the pole for dear life. My head was swimming ‘what if he really has to pee’ I remember sitting there thinking this was all wishful thinking. At the end of the day this was the culmination of my wildest dreams and it all just seemed to good to be true.
Tube stations passed and Matt and Amy kept talking. I’m certain he would’ve stood there all night following her around just to be close to her for a few more moments. But his answers started to get more forced and shorter and his expression became more pained. That was the moment. Amy turned to Matt and said “I’ve had a really good day. I take it you’re coming back to ours for a bit?” I looked Matt right in the face, and I saw the pain. It was almost in slow motion watching him calculate the pro’s and con’s of staying or leaving. He tipped his head “Yeah I might meet up with you later, I’m getting off at the next stop” Everything about him made me think he was struggling with something and I kept wishing for him to be bursting to pee but every part of me kept saying it was too good to be true. Amy looked back confused “Why”. “I really need the loo”. BINGO I sat straight up in my seat. I was right. Oh, God, I was right okay here he is desperate stuck on a tube. I looked again and saw that both Amy and James were playing on their phones and making some kind of small talk, but Matt didn’t look like he could move. Every inch of his body was held squeezed tight, now very obviously trying to hold back his desperately full bladder in front of the girl that he was so clearly into. Every now and then it looked as though he went to reach down to his crotch. I imagined how desperate he must have been, his bladder pulsing. I thought of him waiting all day, not nipping off to the toilet, putting it off in the hope of stealing just a few extra moments with Amy, maybe to embarrassed to admit he needed to take a break. Scenarios swirled in my head.
In that moment I don’t know what it was, but I looked up from my thoughts and caught eye contact with Matt. He was bright red. He looked like he was straining hard. I let my gaze slip back down. Oh my god he was leaking. A small and slow darker blue trail was making its way down his right leg. He looked at me again, he knew I had seen. Suddenly, a more forceful, urgent gush flew down the same leg. This time he shifted. I think he had to otherwise he would’ve completely soaked himself right there. I had started to shift slightly in my seat from arousal I imagined his bladder pulsing heavily with white hot agony in every ripple of desperation and every jolt from the bumpy train tracks. I could see the pain of the fullness but also the desperation of not embarrassing himself in front of Amy. He pinched his crotch. I was ecstatic. Before I knew it, the tube was pulling into station. Matt couldn’t really say much at this point. I wondered how he was even going to be able to move without soaking himself. He said the most hurried goodbye and flew off the tube as soon as the doors opened. So, I followed. This sounds endlessly creepy but as a 22-year-old woman with a desperation and wetting fetish my dreams were coming true right before my eyes of seeing an adult male have an accident in real life, I couldn’t help myself but see where this would end.
He stood still again on the escalator probably trying to regain some kind of control after flinging himself off the tube moments earlier. My mind was racing with arousal, I let the potential scenarios run circles round my mind and I couldn’t help but wonder where he was aiming to get to, to finally release his aching bladder.
We left the tube station and he started walking stiffly, in a very ‘I really need a wee and I’m trying very hard to hold it in and look normal’ kind of way. He was walking tightly to the edges of the buildings; I presume so that if he reached that point of desperation, he could use them for balance. I kept envisioning being involved in the scenario, being stood next to him whispering words of encouragement as waves of desperation bombarded his bladder, hearing the desperate gasps and whines of pee forcing its way out, placing my hand over his throbbing crotch feeling the fresh blooms of heat with each leak. Okay I’m getting to carried away. The further he walked away from the station, the thinner the crowds were getting around us and there was still nowhere to pee.
Without any warning he stopped dead in his tracks, tucked his back into a doorway and snapped his legs tight crossed together. He stood straight up and clenched every muscle he had; I don’t even think he let himself breathe. It looked as though he was trying to rise his own body up maybe in the hope that it would keep his urine from travelling down. He couldn’t stop it. The glistening leaks on his jeans lit up under the streetlights in this dark doorway in the city, they turned into a cascade of steaming hot shining pee. I’ve never seen anything like it. He was soaking himself completely and totally letting everything out. It was rushing out of him; his eyes were closed, and he was breathing heavily torn between breathing for the relief of finally emptying his full sore bladder and recovering from the effort of trying to hold in an inhuman amount of pee. His jeans were saturated, and the pee kept streaming down the front of them. I watched him shiver and start to grow hard in his jeans. God, I bet he felt good. I flipping felt good, I was getting too carried away watching as he relieved himself. As he was finishing what looked like the best pee of his life, he raised his head, opened his eyes and caught me stood right there watching. |
Lacey loved the apocalypse. Sure, it got tough sometimes. Often she found herself running for her life or doing things she never thought herself previously capable of and yeah, like everyone else she lost many loved ones, but you learn to cope and find the little joys in life. Now she was free to do whatever she wanted including indulging in her favorite fetish. Peeing, and sometimes even pooping, her pants whenever she fucking wanted.
Lacey now called a little fortress in West Virginia home, but most of her days were spent scavenging for supplies in surrounding towns and cities. Most of the scavenger parties were groups of 5 who were able to watch each others backs and protect from any of the infected in the area, but Lacey was the exception. She was invisible to the infected and in fact was infected herself. She was one of the few people who were simply carriers of the virus and never actually showed any symptoms. Most like that were killed in the initial outbreak when people were panicking. Now Lacey was probably the only one known to be left.
She wandered through a town called Bear's Creek. Calling it a town was a bit of a stretch, though. More like a village. The scavengers have all overlooked it for the most part thinking it wouldn't bring in a good enough haul to warrant the risk. Lacey was bored though and had been nearby in Fairmont on a bust run. All she got was a few tubes of antibiotic cream and a new pair of pants for herself. She went through a lot in summers. She spent most of her trips indulging.
There was a handful of infected standing around on the main street, if you could even call it a main street, and a few abandoned cars. The town looked to be untouched. Everyone probably fled to a nearby quarantine zone leaving few behind to loot or get infected.
The drugstore looked promising. The window was unbroken and when she tried the handle it was still locked.
Sure enough, after fixing the window problem, Lacey found the little pharmacy to be rich in antibiotics, heart medication, insulin, painkillers and a handful of other little things the fortress might want. One other little thing she found was a pack of adult diapers. She didn't often like using them, preferring to simply go in her pants, but sometimes they were a nice change of pace. All packed up, Lacey set out to explore the rest of this sad little town.
As she was walking down the street, Lacey felt her bladder remind her of the two canteens of water she had already consumed that morning. She opened her gait and let loose as she strolled through town. Her jean's were soaked and a trail of urine was left in her wake. Following the release, she downed the rest of her canteen. More fun for later.
Places of note were a little theater, a bar and a big fancy white house she assumed was the former mayor's where she was definitely going to crash for the night. The bar would be her first stop. Maybe some booze to jack up her need to piss.
The door was wide open, but that didn't mean it was completely cleaned out. An infected was gnawing on a raccoon in the middle of the floor. Lacey pulled a giant machete from a sheath she had custom made on her bag. In one smooth stroke, the zombie's head was cleanly removed from the rest of its body. The search was a little less clean. Apparently this town's main concern in the impending apocalypse was liquor and not medical supplies. There was nothing behind the bar except a few bottles of water of which she chugged one and stored the rest.
There wasn't anything in the basement except some canned food which went into her bag with the rest of the haul.
The last place she thought might have any promise was the manager's office. In Lacey's experience, every bar manager had a secret bottle of something.
"Aha!" A bottle of top shelf gin mostly full was hidden away in a locked drawer of the desk. "Score!" Lacey did a little happy dance shaking the bottle in the air. Gin was her favorite.
She took a swig on the spot. A little party tonight would go well with her last packet of ramen, maybe a can of those beans she found in the basement.
Before all that, though, there was still a little more fun in town to be had. The theater was next. Her bladder reminded her of the canteen she had finished an hour ago and she was in the mood for a little role play.
Ten years ago, before the infection, when Lacey was 13, she was at a scary movie with her friend and her friend's mother. They had been running late to the theater and Lacey hadn't had any time to pee before the opening credits started to roll. She tried to hold it through the entire film, nervous about getting up and disturbing the scary looking man sitting at one end of the row or the old couple at the other end. She had started to leak a little towards the middle of the movie, but thought maybe she would make it. A simple jump scare at the climax was all it took. Everything came rushing out. Her jeans and the seat made a valiant effort to soak up as much pee as they could, but her torrent was too much. Pee was streaming off the seat and pattering on the ground. Luckily, the eerie music was building as the main antagonist was getting ready to kill the protagonist's boyfriend and the sound of Lacey's pee was almost inaudible. The relief was almost orgasmic before Lacey even knew what sexuality was. It was the birth of her fetish and a thrill she chased to this day.
Lacey meant to relive a bit of that evening in this little theater with some imagination. She found a seat in the middle row and chugged one of the other waters in her bag. There were still three more she would have to go through. Her need had increased, but she wasn't desperate. Maybe she could explore behind the scenes of the theater while she waited.
There wasn't a whole lot to see. Just moldy popcorn and some bags of candy that she was uninterested in, she wasn't a sweets fan. There were a few more bottles of water, however. Lacey decided to drink another, just sipping though. No more chugging.
The theater only had one screen. Lacey wanted to find the control room. Maybe find a film or 2 for the kids back at the fortress if she had enough room in her pack.
She found 101 Dalmatians. Unfortunately it was on a film reel and the fortress's projector was missing a part she didn't know enough about to look for. Maybe next time. Lacey liked this quaint little town.
Lacey felt a twinge below her belt. Her need for release was getting stronger. Maybe it was time to move back to the theater before she accidentally jumped the gun in a hallway. Most times her bladder went from 0 to 60 in only a few minutes.
Lacey settled back into her chosen seat, a little squirt trickling out at the compression of her bladder. She could feel the delicious dampness in her grey boyshorts style panties. They had mostly dried off in the heat. The wetness hadn't made it out to her jean's, but it was only a matter of minutes.
In her mind's eyes, she imagined some kind of suspenseful movie scene playing, the music building up. Maybe a superhero movie. Those were usually long.
Pressure was building. Finally, she relaxed. Nothing came out right away. Sinking back into the cushion, Lacey opened her legs a little. First, a small trickle started. The wetness made it to her jeans. She gave a little push. That was all it took to get it going. A hissing sound filled the theater as the only sound within miles. A smile played on her lips as she felt the warmth of her piss filling the cushion, running down to the floor. The sound of it hitting the ground was music to her ears. Far too soon, it was over. The seat was saturated as well as her jeans. Even the back tail of her tshirt was damp.
Lacey slipped her hand down her pants. She rubbed herself through her underwear until coming to a quick orgasm.
Leaving the theater, Lacey decided to just let go whenever the need came upon her for the rest of the afternoon and evening.
Finishing the bottle water from earlier, Lacey meandered down the street to the mayor's house. She would have dinner and sleep there for the night before heading out for the day long walk back to the fortress.
The house was definitely classy. There was a entertainment room, a billiards room, and, best of all, a library. Lacey loved to read. Really, the house everything she could have hoped for.
Lacey took a particular joy in defiling nice houses with as much piss as possible. There was a mansion in Richmond she spent a whole week in that was left completely uninhabitable. It was her pride and joy.
The need to pee again crept up as Lacey was doing her sweep of the premise. All that water was quickly making it's way through her.
Luckily there weren't any infected on the premise, though, she could hear them in the house next door. For precaution, Lacey barricaded the doors and windows. It made for easier sleeping.
Picking a book off the shelf, she settled into the plush red loveseat in the library. It was a scifi novel by Alistair Reynolds. He had been on her read list before the outbreak, but she had never gotten around to him.
Maybe 20 minutes into reading, the need to pee twinged through her system. Without pausing in the book, Lacey, with her legs folded up under her, relaxed her bladder. It started as a big spurt. Her panties, which were still a little damp from before, were immediately soaked. Her body was reluctant at first, but now that it got the idea this was okay it just released. It wasn't torrential. Just an easy stream over her legs and soaking into the cushion. It absorb all of the pee. Lacey was a little disappointed actually. She was hoping to get the carpet a bit wet. Maybe the next one.
Another bottle of water was consumed along with some jerky, but the need to pee didn't come back for at least another hour or so. This time she stood, looking through the bookshelves for anything to take back. She could only fit maybe one or two books in her bag. As she looked, Lacey relaxed. It wasn't much this time, but a small puddle started to form at her feet. Her jeans took most of it. Afterwards she took her pants off. They were done anyways. The panties too.
This time Lacey sat on the leather couch. The leather chilled her wet ass in a way that turned her on even more. She couldn't wait to see how her pee would puddle under her.
Lacey kept herself relaxed as she read, hoping that as soon as her fluids ran through her they would come out unprompted.
It was maybe another hour before it happened. Without even realizing it, a small trickle was leaking out. If it wasn't for the sound of liquid hitting the leather, Lacey probably wouldn't have even noticed. Unfortunately it didn't last long. Only 5 seconds or so. A little push was called for. This prompted a a stronger stream to rush out, pooling in the v of her crossed legs and dripping down onto the leather. Slowly, a warm puddle began to form below her. Lacey put her book aside to slip two fingers into herself. It was a quick orgasm.
Hunger was creeping up. Lacey decided it was time for dinner. She cooked up a bowl of ramen on her camp stove and heated up a can of beans, a healthy pour of gin to wash it all down. Lacey was a bit of a light weight due to her small size, so by the time she finished her first pour she was a little tipsy. One more shot and it was bedtime.
Grabbing a bottle of water, she set out to find the comfiest bed in the house. There was what looked to be a pre adolescent boy's room with a race car theme that she couldn't help giggling at. Pass. Across the hall was obviously a teenager with a big 'Tina's Room Keep Out' sign on the door. Rock band posters and pin up girls covered the walls. The bed looked like it was never made and smelled like it was rarely washed. Hard pass. Next was the guest room with what felt like a cardboard bed made to look nice and generic landscape paintings on the walls. Boring. Pass.
The room at the end of the hall looked to be the master suit. Mama and papa's room. Score. A king sized canopy bed with red drapes around it and silky smooth sheets. Perfect against her naked skin. The light grey duvet was stuffed with goose down and unfortunately too hot for Lacey to truly enjoy. There was plush carpet surrounding the bed to protect against the rude awakening of feet on a cold floor.
Yeah, this was the bed for her. She could wait to ruin it. But first she was going to sleep in it.
Lacey drank half the water to avoid the hangover in the morning and then tucked herself in and fell soundly asleep.
She woke up in the middle of the night to her bladder aching for release. Without even moving out of her curled up position on her side, the silk sheets bunch up between her legs, Lacey relaxed. Pee gushed out of her soaking first the sheet between her legs and then pooling around her hip. Soon she could feeling by her toes and it crept up to her ribs. It was almost too warm in the summer heat. She must have peed for a solid minute and a half. The bed was soaked around her. Lacey sighed and snuggled back against the pillow, promptly fall back into sleep.
Morning came and Lacey slowly woke up to the feeling of cool wetness against her skin and her morning pee already gently trickling out of her. She turned onto her back, opened her legs and gave a little push. The trickle became a hissing stream. She put her hand between her legs to feel the flow of it. There was a giant wet stain that was almost the entire length of her body. Her hand slipped between her legs for a nice slow morning orgasm.
A pressure in her bowels reminded Lacey of the beans she ate the night before. She turned onto her side and gave a push. A knobby little turd poked its head out. Another good push was all it took and the full thing out. It made a little plop as it hot the wet sheets. One more push and a little friend joined it in the sheets along with a small trickle of pee. Two more smaller shits followed and then she was done.
Lacey used a dry corner of the sheet to wipe her ass and then rolled out of bed to start her day. She had a full day's hike back to the fortress to drop off all of the goodies she'd collected.
(To be continued, probably)
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"Meidri, let’s get another round over here!"
"Coming!"
"Yo, Meidri! Where’s our order?"
"It’s on the way!"
"How about a plate of minotaur cuts, Meidri?"
"Yes, yes, I’ve got it!"
It was quite the busy day at Ale & Eats. Not that the pub was ever empty, as it was a frequented stop for adventurers with an active quest board. In fact, there was a small crowd gathered around the board at the moment, with a dwarf, dragon, lamia, and lobster squished together and reading one paper pinned to the board. And were they enjoying it. "Interesting. So the mammalian kobolds enjoy additional affection during intercourse," the dragon remarked as he read. "Stunk has made an interesting discovery."
"Yeah, but I’ve always preferred getting the reptilian kobolds. Don’t know why Zel gave such a low score," the lamia complained.
Watching and listening from afar, the waitress birdmaid, Meidri, could only groan in disgust. She knew exactly what had made Ale & Eats such a hotspot lately: a series of reviews written by some resident adventurers. Reviews on the quality of sex with succu-girl prostitutes of all species. The sex worker’s industry was one well-developed in this world, but being so shameless about it, Meidri found repulsive. Even if it brought in more customers, eager to read the newest write-up.
"Come on, Meidri! You’ve been holding onto our tray for minutes, get over here!" And there were the perpetrators of such perversion, two adventurers named Stunk and Zel, the founding members of the Interspecies Reviewers, sitting at a nearby table.
Regardless of the money and clients they brought in, this was more than enough reason for Meidri to be fed up with these guys. "Yeah, yeah, here it is," she grumbled, practically hurling the tray onto their table, with just enough professionalism to not ruin the food in the toss. "Do you have anything better to do than come here every day? Aren’t you adventurers? Don’t you have quests?"
"We’ve found a much better paying line of work, and one that lets us bust a nut whenever we want," Zel bragged. "It’s a lot better than working here."
"Hey, come on, guys! You’re the ones who said I should work here!" From behind Meidri flew in Crimvael, the cutesy angel boy with a broken halo and a surprise beneath his tight black shorts, an impressive set of both male and female genitals. Stunk and Zel found him in a forest, and agreed to stay with him until his halo healed and he returned to heaven...for their own perverted desires, of course. Until then, he worked at Ale & Eats to make ends meet. And partook in the reviewing as well.
"Yeah, and you keep pulling Crim away from work, just to drag him to succu-girl joints," Meidri started yelling, wrapping her arm around Crim’s neck and pulling the angel close, coincidentally pressing his cheek against her large breasts. "Before long, you’ll turn the poor boy into a degenerate freak like you!"
Despite the harsh accusation, Stunk and Zel grinned, in that real slimy way. "You’re a little late on that one, Meidri," Stunk subtly laughed. "Think he was a brother-in-schlongs to our ideals before we even met. The fact that angels are as perverted as the rest of us is proof that Heaven truly is Heaven!"
At this point, Meidri wasn’t even willing to humor them any more. "Yeah, yeah. Come on, Crim, get back to work. These freaks just can’t stop making life hard for us."
"R-right..." Regardless of the leering glances currently being given by the adventurers, Meidri and Crim returned to the bar to pick up the next orders to be delivered.
It was only when she had another tray in her hands and turned to look over the pub, seeing every chair packed, that Meidri let out an exasperated sigh. "I’m probably not getting much for breaks today."
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"Meidri, the Dryad’s Delicacy is ready," called Ivy from the kitchen.
"Coming!" Meidri had been on her feet the entire day, her talons were sore. Making the rounds from the kitchen and bar to all of the tables, keeping track of every order, attending to every customer for hours on end while having no time to attend to herself. She knew that she’d be curled up in her nest as soon as closing time passed.
And it wasn’t just a lack of time to sit that was ailing Meidri, not just her legs that felt heavy. She was also currently bearing with a stiffness in her step, a weight in her tummy to rival three eggs ready to be laid, with something much more liquid in nature. She hadn’t even had the chance to breathe today, so you could bet she certainly hadn’t had an opportunity to use the restroom since before her shift began. And that was half a day ago.
Meidri was certainly no stranger to holding her pee, as any food service professional needed to be. When she was the only one working, it was a necessary skill to pick up, and even though having Crim around recently took some pressure off, there were still days where her bladder was tested. Today was turning out to be one of those days, where she’d be holding until last call.
She may have been used to such extreme requirement, but that certainly didn’t make it not uncomfortable and irritating. "Kkngh..." With no one looking in her direction, Meidri slid her legs together, leaving a few scratches in the wooden floor as her talons scraped across the boards, and rubbed her knees together, creating a little squeaking noise as the scales covering her shins ground together.
At the same time, she gingerly rubbed her stomach, cupping the hard bulge on her stomach with her hand. "There’s still hours to go and I’m already in such a sorry spot...today might be difficult." Of course, there had to be so many people awaiting service, it would just be improper to hold them up just to go piddle. Regardless of the types of clientele that came through, Meidri had a certain connection to Ale & Eats, and she didn’t want to give it a bad reputation by tending to herself first. Unless it really couldn’t wait, like with eggs.
However, if she had someone who could cover for her, at least for one minute, she could go to the bathroom without guilt. And, like an angel straight from heaven, Crim appeared beside her, taking the tray that she had been too distracted to take herself. "Are you okay, Meidri?"
And it took until then for her to realize that she had been spacing out. "Ah! S-sorry, Crim, I’m fine! Though, c-can I ask you for some-"
"Today would be a really bad day for you to start feeling under the weather. I’ve been here such a short time, I can hardly keep up, even with you here!" Not wasting time, Crim flew off with the food, leaving Meidri stunned.
"...you just had to say that now." Now, she’d feel really bad putting all that work on the poor angel, when it wasn’t necessarily an emergency. "Guess today’s just gonna be a really tough one," she lamented, going back to her subtle desperate dance between steps as she got back to the hectic work, feeling the contents of her bladder slosh around with every motion.
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"Do you notice something weird about Meidri," Crim asked to Stunk and Zel, who hadn’t left in the intermediate time, since she was near their table.
"You think it’s her time of the month," Zel asked.
Stunk shook his head. "Nah, she was laying two weeks ago. Besides, she usually runs off as soon as she notices something is up when its an egg."
"So, what do you think it is bothering her," Crim followed up.
Stunk and Zel entered a ponderous posture, watching the birdmaid as she paced to and fro with plates of food, writing down orders left and right, all the while with a distressed expression of biting her bottom lip, squirming every time she needed to stand still, clicking as her talons tapped against the floor. Even the wings on her back twitched and shuddered every time she made a sudden start. It didn’t take a genius to realize that Meidri was in pain.
It took some extra time for Zel to place a theory. "She probably just needs to take a piss."
"You think so?" Now that Crim was looking at it through that lens, he had to admit, it did fit. The way Meidri was wiggling every time she stood still, the way her legs shook, the sweat beginning to form and glisten beneath the birdmaid’s bangs, it all matched a subtle desperate dance. And, considering that neither had the time to run to the toilet today, it made perfect sense.
And, now that he had that context, the angel found that he couldn’t look away from his coworker’s plight. Watching Meidri’s heavier-than-usual breathing, the slight shudder in her legs as her feet stayed planted, all those extra shivers making her boobs and other thicker body parts jiggle ever-so-slightly, Crim found it all enthralling. He could just imagine how full her bladder was, how long she had been holding that bladder, and how much longer she’d have to hold it, even if the leaks started. No matter how wet her panties became, she’d have to just bear with it to do her job, suffering in silence with a strained smile.
Okay, Crim didn’t have to try that hard to imagine what Meidri was dealing with. Angels had immunity to a lot of elements, but that meant nothing in the face of a filling bladder. He hadn’t gotten a break either, and that meant he had to pee pretty darn badly too, and the tight shorts outlining his genitals did not make it easier. Truthfully, as he preferred to fly everywhere, he had the freedom to rub his own legs together as he passed between tables, gently squeezing his penis between his thighs to prevent any escape. Not that he was in any serious danger at the moment, but he had to put some effort into it.
Thanks to the influence of the Interspecies Reviewers, Crim had recently discovered that he did indeed possess a...fire in his loins. He had found himself enjoying his time with succu-girls, shamefully so, proving that the little angel had quite the repressed libido. And it seemed a new aspect of his sexual desires came to light every day. As the pressure mounting inside his bladder mounted over the course of the day, a tightness also grew inside Crim’s chest, one of arousal. It was a burden to stay focused on work when he just couldn’t stop thinking about it, yet there was something different from even that as he watched Meidri try to hide her own need. As the birdmaid wiggled and shook, Crim’s shorts grew even tighter as a massive erection began to rise, stretching the black material to painful limits. He had to look away and cover the rod with his hands, lest the pole become too powerful for his only bottoms to conceal without tearing. He needed to think unsexy thoughts, and fast. With Stunk and Zel there, it was an easy task.
So concerned with maintaining some shred of decency, Crim didn’t even realize that the conversation was continuing without him. "You thinking about asking a succu-girl to do something for you next time," Zel leaned over the table towards Stunk, with a teasing face.
Stunk just waved it off. "Nah, I’m not into that shit. Though, I have to admit, now I’m curious which succu-girls would go for stuff like that." Crim made a mental note to ask. "Hm. Do you think willingness to indulge a fetish should impact a score, or is that too subject-" Wherever that thought was going, it was interrupted by a metal tray coming flying in like a disc and whacking Stunk on the side of the head, shutting him up with a yelp of pain. It then ricocheted off and knocked into Zel’s noggin, earning an identical shout. And then morphed into a triple shot as it bounced off once again as it clunked against Crim’s forehead, the impact lessened by two hard skulls prior. It was still enough to leave a little lump.
Not that there was any mystery to where the attack came from, but Meidri marched over to their table and dragged Crim away. "Hey, stop distracting Crim! We’re short-handed enough as it is, I need him!" Crim secretly loved thinking about why Meidri needed his help so badly. If he had the freedom, he’d sit here all day and just watch her.
Too bad that wasn’t an option for him, he still had a job to do. And he’d do it. Though it may not have his full focus, with the ever-present distractions of his own growing need to pee, and either watching or consciously not watching Meidri in much the same predicament. "It’ll be interesting, that’s for sure," the angel whispered, with a sinister, perverse smile.
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Meidri had never been in so much pee-related pain in her life. It was even starting to rank when it came to any pain. This was far from the first time she had worked with a full bladder, but it had never been this full before. With every step she took, the full weight of her urine hit her bladder walls with all its strength, threatening to force its way out. It was only strong willpower that had kept her dry this long.
There was only so much willpower could do for her at this juncture, unfortunately, as she needed to watch as she filled up a few mugs of ale from the keg. Seeing and listening to the thick liquid pour from the tap in a wide flow, streaming into the stein with a ringing pour and a layer of foam. The comparison Meidri was making in her mind was obvious, and very frightening.
The stimulation quickly proved to be overwhelming, as Meidri’s lower parts yearned to become a spigot all her own, starting right now. She didn’t even notice the lapse in control first, her first sign came from a sudden, startling, warm dampness in her panties, and a large one at that. Her pupils contracted hard and her lips hung open. "Chupin," she yelped in shock. Though trembling all over, she maintained her grip on the mugs. Until she noticed that her spacing-out led to them overfilling, with the liquor pouring onto her fingers, with a chilling bite.
That was the final straw. Her hands contracted and dropped the cups, spilling their frothy contents all over the floor. Everyone in the building, including all those who were eating something and were now choking on whatever was in their mouths, turned to look at the noise, and the birdmaid at the center of it. But that wouldn’t deter her now. Though her hands were drenched, she still shoved them hard into her dress and held her crotch tight, all to ensure she wouldn’t get even more soaked. Right now, it was the only barrier between her and a complete accident, and it wouldn’t hold for long. "Crim, handle things out here for a minute!" With all eyes on her, she flapped her wings and flew through the door to the women’s restroom, keeping her legs tightly crossed the entire way.
Because Ale & Eats primarily attracted a male clientele, the girl’s room was entirely empty at the moment. That was perfect, because she burst straight into the nearest stall, spinning around midair once inside to lock the door. Too bad she still had momentum from her mad flight, and she bumped her wide hips into the side wall of the tiny closet. As a direct consequence, the crash shook loose no small volume of fluids from both Meidri’s clothes and Meidri. "Oof!" In the silence that followed, she could clearly hear the sound of drops falling from approximately her crotch height onto the floor. "A-ah, I’m going to leak!"
Time was of the utmost essence here, which meant Meidri needed to rush into undressing. No matter how desperate she was, she uncrossed her legs and pulled her hands out, lifting the hem of her dress at the same time with two balled, shaking fists. As soon as she took her hands away from the task of holding, her bladder took that as a sign to start letting go, as she began sprinkling onto the floor once more. Quivering, especially down below, she then propped the dress up against her waist with her wrists, sliding her fingers beneath the band of her underwear and shoving them down. The left side got caught on the band she wore around that thigh, while the right side drooped as far down as it could, sagging from the saturation in the fabric. Her heart went out to any harpies that didn’t have fingers so dexterous. Now bottomless, she hastily dropped backwards, letting her butt squish against the toilet seat and her wings crush between her back and the tank.
She didn’t even make it all the way down before her holding ability gave out completely, upon which the restroom quickly devolved into a deafening cacophony of a crashing waterfall. Yes, many would liken a long-awaited, direly needed pee to something so extreme, but Meidri was well beyond even that. Unlike most species, female birdmaids did not have a vagina, with a urethra. They had a cloaca, one hole for everything, large enough to push out an egg. She still had the force of a roaring river jetting from her privates, but with a diameter to the gush several times larger than any other woman that used this toilet. The splashback was unreal, and the underside of her legs became coated in a thin sheen of tiny urine droplets.
Clutching her sides through her dress with both hands, Meidri leaned forward as the rapids raged beneath, and gasped through clenched teeth. "Bear it, Meidri..." No matter her anatomy, it was still extremely uncomfortable to shoot out a pee of this caliber. If anything, it made it worse. All she could do was tell herself that it would be over soon, and just lose herself in the moment. And that’s what she did, hanging her head back and letting her jaw fall as she stared blankly at the ceiling. Okay, maybe it did feel a little good, as drool began to fall from the side of her lips. "You’re going to be here for a while..."
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"Crim, handle things out here for a minute!"
The sudden surprise of having his name called so frantically was not good for the angel’s heart. Or his shorts. This wasn’t his first leak today, making him extremely thankful he was wearing black shorts that hid the splotches, but spurts were troublesome when Crim was leaking from two holes at once. For the better part of an hour now, he had been subjected to a large, reaching dampness pressed tight against everything. If he were to have an accident now, which he very well could, it’d be huge, loud, visible, and mortifying. He wasn’t enjoying the desperation anymore, it had gotten so painful, he just wanted – nay, needed to pee.
There was only one desire stronger, and even then, only just: the thought of what Meidri would be doing behind closed doors, even as the door to the women’s room was still swinging to and fro after the forceful entry. If no one knew him, Crim could pretty easily enter the girl’s room without question, but that clearly wasn’t an option here. He’d need some other means if he wanted to satiate this burning curiosity.
"Wah! A-ah!" Or maybe now wasn’t the time to be a poon hound, when he had something far more important to attend to, as evidenced by the new wetness everywhere in his pants. Even a few dribbles of tinkle passed through his shorts and drizzled onto the floor. Crim had nothing in his hands when it started, which meant that, seconds later, his left hand was clutching his bulge and his right hand was clutching the slit a little further back. Either one could start gushing any second. "Mmphnggnh..." Meidri told him to cover for her, but it was an emergency for him too, so he dashed through the air as his coworker had done, hurrying into the men’s room, leaving a small trail of pee drops on the floor behind him.
The boy’s bathroom was empty, somewhat uncharacteristically; Crim had picked up the duty of cleaning these toilets since he started working, he knew this place was heavily used. But perhaps that was for the best, because he needed the nearest toilet, the urinal closest to the door, in a row of urinals without barriers. For this reason, Crim overwhelmingly preferred to use a stall when nature called, so he could pull his pants down without making anyone so inclined to use the restroom privy to his hermaphrodite secret. The secret practically every succu-girl knew.
But now was not the time for modesty. Positioning himself facing the urinal nearest to the door, Crim made the dangerous move of removing his hands from both genitals, earning himself another dual-pronged advance on wetness. It would have been so easy to go back to holding himself like his life depended on it, he wanted to really badly, but he instead stood firm and hooked both thumbs over the tight waistband of his shorts, and started pulling the front down, hoping he could keep the back end propped up over his rounded booty. It didn’t quite work, as the tight waistband popped down past his butt cheeks and stayed there, meaning angel ass awaited anyone intruding in. Once the shorts were down far enough that the dim light shone down on the top of his shaft, he took one hand off his pants and reached inside, yanking the soft, small member out, loosening a few golden drops stuck to the tip as he felt just how much he had leaked and how much of that was on the skin of his shaft. While shoving the shorts down enough to also free his balls to the open air, he aimed the cannon at the back urinal wall and fired.
Crim was soon assaulted by the backsplash pouring from the urinal wall as he rained holy judgment on the innocent toilet. The pee stream jetting from his penis was a massive, deadly torrent spraying all over the white porcelain, coating it in a layer of yellow. Everything he had, all his power and all his urine, was flooding out in a stream so powerful that gravity couldn’t even take effect before it slammed against the urinal. And thankfully, that was all of it. Though an accident would have resulted in him wetting himself from two holes, if he peed on purpose, he could choose which urethra to use, and in this scenario, a penis was just more convenient. Crim had, on a few occasions, just made it to the toilet by the aura of his halo, and when he thought he’d let go deliberately, he quickly discovered that he had actually just had an accident with his dick out.
But that was in the past, water under the bridge. And it was so much water. It had barely even started, but the volume was so high and the pressure so intense, he already had to wonder how one angel could have held as much. He knew he had to go bad, but this was a step above his usual limits. It was a step above in sensation, as well. He was forcing a vast hose of pee through an exhausted pipeline, and his bladder was still sitting at being stretched out, so there was a burning feeling through his urethra, tingling his shaft, but it didn’t feel bad. No, just letting loose after an entire day of waiting was pretty heavenly. As the sweat streaked down his face and stuck hair to his skin, he exhaled a deep breath in a long sigh, one that quickly morphed into a moan.
This piss was a lot of things, but it was not very loud. Only his own sounds, a crunchy collision against the wall, and the mild trickling as the sheet of golden water slid into the basin awaiting below. As such, Crim soon discovered that the walls between restrooms were thin, as his ears were assaulted by a sudden roar of splashing liquids on the other side, one that was showing no signs of letting up. "No way...is that Meidri?" He couldn’t think of anyone else that was currently capable of peeing so harshly, but even then, it was so far beyond his own noise, even if he had been aiming into a toilet bowl, it seemed unreal. "Is that just what girls sound like when they’re using the bathroom?" If only to confirm his suspicion, a moan then echoed from the adjacent room, one suspiciously similar to his birdmaid coworker’s cadence. "Wow, Meidri...you were absolutely bursting to pee, weren’t you?" For reasons beyond his own isolated pleasure, Crim broke a smile.
And that was far from the only indicator of the angel’s bliss. As he began paying attention to Meidri’s pee more than his own, staring at a blank spot on the wall where he could only assume she sat on the opposite end, blood began rushing to his third leg, and it grew heavy in his hand. Feeling the weight shift, Crim looked down just in time to see the erection multiply his penis size two times over, three times, four times, five times, until the flag of the Interspecies Reviewers was flying full mast. Crim was a grower, not a shower, and such a grower that he needed to use his other hand to help hold it up.
This was Crim’s first time peeing with a boner, so as such, he was not prepared for how it could change everything. First off, as he grew hard, he took a hasty step back to avoid pressing himself against the urinal. Problem was, he jumped too far back, enough that there was a significant distance between his rod and the toilet. He didn’t know that an erection would alter direction, so he was horrified to discover that his pee stream was now aiming downwards, with all the same power, rapidly making a steaming puddle on the floor. "Oh God, that’s not good!" He then attempted to compensate by aiming higher up, when the stream suddenly became a double shot, directed to the sides in a wide V shape, wide enough that it was colliding with the side walls of the urinal, hard enough to send sprays onto the actual bathroom wall behind it. "W-what? How is that even possible?! Lord, help me!" His only recourse now was to get closer, close enough that there could be no misfire even with his precision instrument, close enough that the tip of his foreskin was mere centimeters away from the cold, stained porcelain. At this point, it wouldn’t have mattered whether he made it to the restroom or not, his dick was getting just as wet from the recoil.
Still, as the sizable bladder bulge on his stomach deflated in the storm, the angel still couldn’t deny that this was a wonderful feeling; orgasmic, even. As the pressure diminished from a raging torrent to a slightly more merciful raging torrent, no force in Heaven or Earth could stop the sound climbing up Crim’s throat. One that, unbeknownst to him, would be timed perfectly with one from the women’s room. "Ooooooooohhhhhhhhh..."
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"Ooooooooohhhhhhhhh..." After half a minute of her cloaca acting as a hot waterfall, Meidri was still short of breath and panting. Things had quieted down in her stall (though she could swear someone desperate must have entered the stall next to her, with the ear-piercing splashing sound she could still hear), all that was left was to recover. She felt heavy all over, her neck went limp and her head fell forward.
Having been so frantic and single-minded getting in here, this would be Meidri’s first time looking at the damage she had done to her underwear, and it wasn’t pretty. Her panties were meant to be a light pink, but now they were dark and glistening, practically all over. She may not have leaked that many times, but the sheer diameter of each leak meant they spread fast and far. And her dress wasn’t much better, considering she had been shoving the two together at her most dribbly moment. "I’ll really need to change before I can go back to work." How fortunate for her that she lived on the second floor of Ale & Eats.
First things first, though, she needed to clean herself up a little bit before she could comfortably leave the privacy of this stall. Of course, there was nothing she could do about the ruined garments she’d be forced to wear again for the time being, not without extra-intensive washing with her laundry, something she made sure to schedule as soon as possible. But she could at least grab a wad of toilet paper and rub down her inner legs, dab some excess wetness out of her clothes, and thoroughly wipe down her privates, including a delicate intrusion inside to really dry herself off. This was a messy pee, after all, she wanted to take no chances. Until she got a little carried away and touched something sensitive. "Chupin!"
That was enough of that, she quickly dropped the damp paper into the golden toilet water and flushed it all away, stood up, and pulled her panties back up, wincing the entire time. Still, it wouldn’t stop her now, as she let her dress fall and left the stall, not looking back. Her only focus was getting to the sink and washing her hands, using twice her usual amount of soap, which was probably already infinitely more soap than anyone else here used. Taking a deep sigh as she dried her hands, she took a deep breath, composed herself, and exited the women’s restroom.
And promptly bumped into Crim exiting the matching bathroom at the same time, pretty hard, the airborne Crim was pushed away while Meidri stumbled backwards. "O-ouch! Sorry th...wait, what were you doing in there? I told you to cover for me!"
"O-oh, w-well..." Crim’s face bloomed a stark red, and as he stammered, all he could do was tap his index fingers together repeatedly.
While awaiting an answer, Meidri happened to look down towards the floor, and that’s when she saw the trail of tinkle. Immediately, she started blushing hard, thinking that she had made even more of a mess than she had realized, one that every patron bore witness to. That is, until she followed the trail, and saw that it instead passed into the boy’s room. That was enough to connect the dots, and whatever disappointment she had was quickly replaced by sympathy. "You were in a rough spot too, right?"
"W-well...yeah, that’s it. I couldn’t wait any longer, and...that’s definitely the only thing that happened in there!" Somehow, his rosy cheeks blushed even harsher, and his hands quickly crossed over his crotch, which Meidri had to assume was shame over his own wet pants.
"Well, I have to go upstairs and change, but once I’m done, I’ll let you borrow some clothes for the rest of the day. They’re women’s clothes, of course, but it’s better than sitting in wet pants for the rest of your shift."
As much as Crim got excited at the thought of getting close and personal with Meidri’s clothing, he worried he wouldn’t be able to contain himself. "N-no, that’s fine! My shorts don’t really get wet or dirty, they just need a little time to dry, and they’ll be fine!"
"Alright, if you insist. I really soaked myself, I need some new clothes. Will you actually cover for me for a minute this time?"
Like a spirit phasing into the corporeal world, Stunk suddenly appeared beside Meidri. "Oh ho, perhaps Meidri couldn’t bear her wet panties and she’s bare down below until she can get new ones." Immediately, Crim perked up. "I’ll have to take a look and see for myself." Stunk reached a hand down, fingers waving, until they brushed against the hem of Meidri’s dress.
And then the birdmaid’s elbow dropped and hit Stunk over the head, sending the pervert reeling to the floor. Some that witnessed would say they heard Stunk’s skull crack. "Damn creeper. I don’t know why or how Crim hangs around you." Using both hands, one at the front and the other around the back, Meidri ran up the stairs to her room, slamming the door behind her.
Everyone had stopped what they were doing and watched all the events that had just transpired, so once it had concluded, there was some silence. The only thing to break it was Stunk, from the ground. "You’re coming with us to meet some succu-girls tonight, right, Crim," he mumbled.
"Huh? O-okay, I’ll come," Crim answered absentmindedly, still watching the door that Meidri had passed through. Every time he blinked and closed his eyes, he could see the birdmaid in his mind, sheepishly stripping off her wet clothes and exposing the gifts God gave her. And again, as his imagination began running rampant, a tightness in his chest and his shorts forcefully reminded him not to get too horny. While he would have liked to relieve himself a second time while in the bathroom, the lack of privacy and the need to return to his job meant that Crim could only bring his erection down halfway before he pulled his pants up and left.
Needless to say, though he had just shot something strong from his dick, Crim was already badly desperate to do so again. Whichever succu-girl establishment the reviewers were visiting tonight, Crim was going to need it. And maybe he’d need to ask some questions and see if he had developed his first fetish. And somehow, he still had enough shame to know that this wasn’t normal for an angel. "I’m never getting back into Heaven like this!" |
Class is boring. There's nothing else to say. It all looks the same, lessons and classmates alike.
She doesn't belong here. She wears their uniform, reads their texts, sits in their desks, but there's an air about her that makes it more than obvious, even for the commoners around her.
Kirari's gotten used to it. No wonder, she lived most part of her eighteen years among people who could not match her and there's no point in hiding it. Modesty is for those who have nothing else to show, and she has nothing to share with those around her.
The teacher's speaking. She's listening, but only in part: somehow her brain registers everything it needs to. That's how she'll ace the next test, and no-one will complain, not even this boring old man who keeps glancing at her trying to attract another crumb of her attention.
It's not working, that goes without saying.
"Sayaka would probably scold me. ", she thinks, staring out of the window. She has to force herself not to smile thinking about her.
"Math is important, President! ", had said her favorite fish last time Kirari had passed a whole afternoon trying to distract her from her homework, "I'm more than sure that it will show itself useful some day! "
Holding back a smile becomes harder. Kirari can't wait to meet her later.
She never fails to dissolve the boredom caused by all these wasted hours. Teachers have even stopped asking her questions. She answers them no matter what.
"Guess they got bored too… poor things. "
Her eyes stare into the pale blue sky outside the window. She can't wait to meet Sayaka, indeed. As usual, she'll have a cup of warm tea ready for her and that never fails to improve her mood either. She made some tea before class too, and Kirari's lips curled behind the cup with the utmost pleasure. She even asked for a second cup, and the smile with which Sayaka complied was more than enough to brighten her day. Only her good sense stopped her from getting a third one, but later she'll see about that.
Now that she thinks about it though, she's starting to feel the urge to relieve herself. It's been a couple of hours already, after all.
She doesn't ask to be excused. Teachers have learnt to respect her- and fear her- but this one can be quite petty when it comes to this sort of things. It won't be long untill class is over. She can wait all right, and in the meantime, she can daydream as much as she wants about how she's going to employ her free time later on.
Maybe with a gamble. Or maybe teasing Sayaka.
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Class is over. The next teacher is this middle-aged woman who likes to pretend she has the complete control of her students. The fact that Kirari is among them should be more than enough to prove her wrong, but that doesn't seem to bother her delusions: she keeps screaming at the top of her lungs at every whisper and her hands just don't know how to be still when she talks.
Kirari thinks that the way her throat swells and turns red is repulsive, yet oddily amusing. She stares at her, sometimes without being able to hold back a smile. Her gaze hunts her down with its intensisty.
Yet, this woman keeps avoiding it and that's just hilarious, really. She's yelling and yelling, all the while looking at everything but Kirari.
"I wonder what would happen if I were to show you who has the upper hand in here. ", thinks the Student Council President, and there's this impulse in her to provoke and desecrate the other's filmsy authority, but she knows better than to do it now.
It's simply not worth it. She can ask to be excused instead and before going to the restrooms she might drop by Sayaka's class, just to see her reaction. It's been a while since the last time, after all.
Taking a stroll in the empty hallways is just what she needs right now.
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It's a pity, but before she knows it, this class is over too and the next teacher is already at the door.
Ah, this man is one of the best: just like the rest of his colleagues, he likes to think that he has some sort of control on Kirari's class. On top of that though, he also likes to think that no one notices the way he looks at the girls.
There's something like thirty-eight years of difference between him and his students, and yes, math is important after all. Most importantly when he's drooling all over these kids.
"Disgusting. ", thinks Kirari amused, and she's getting ready to stare too, because he's awful at it when it comes to her.
It's hard to understand what he's trying to do: sometimes he smiles back at her, goody-two-shoes who knows better, sometimes he furrows his brows, like the proper educator that he'll never be.
In general, his idiocy makes for a good entertainment, and Kirari does need to relieve herself, but he's just too much fun.
He's like one of those goofy rubber toys for dogs: as soon as she squeezes her hand he squeaks.
She's more than conscious than among her classmates, no one can compare to her. Ririka could be the only real rival, for obvious reasons, but she's not here, and even if she was, her mask would prevent her from existing at all.
Maybe Yumeko could be a worthy opponent, but alas, she's not here either. She would make everything more entertaining, no doubt.
Oh, but this old man is doing everything on his own.
He's looking around with the most innocent face. Something's off with his tablet, he says. Would anyone be kind enough to help him? Our honorable Student Council President, perhaps?
It's hard not to laugh in his face. Kirari plays along with one of her best smiles. She feels the need starting to weight in her abdomen, but it's easy to ignore when she approaches him and his eyes light up like a child's at Christmas. She almost bends forward to take his tablet. Almost. She won't allow him to stare at her bosom, but she will pretend to let him.
It's more than enough. He's wagging his tail, clearing his throat as she hands back the device with a smile.
She takes his praise, modest, oh so very modest.
Very amusing, but it's time to leave.
Sayaka will light up when she'll come into class. She's already preparing a reason for her entrance as the bell rings.
Too bad the next teacher has had the brilliant idea of a surprise test.
It's for your own good, finals will come sooner than you expect them, ecc. ecc.
As if tests were what made the students great in this Academy.
Shaking her head, Kirari takes a sip from her water bottle. She's been sitting for the past forty minutes and she was done twenty minutes ago. Filling another hour and a half is going to be rough. This is the right time to leave.
The woman looks at her almost suspicious seeing her approach.
"It's a test, not your Life Plan. ", thinks Kirari, smiling sharp and amiable.
The teacher seems to read her mind, for she smiles back and seems to relax. She asks if she's sure she's done, if she double-checked eveything. Of course she did, of course, and how's the Student Council going, is Yumemite doing all right with her MyTube channel or whatever it is and-…
"Excuse me. ", interrupts her Kirari halfway-through, "May I be excused? "
"Oh. ", says the woman, blinking. "I- Well, Miss Momobami, we're in the middle of a test and as you most certainly know-… "
"Yes. "; says Kirari, "No student should be allowed to leave untill its end. I understand. "
She could use her charm. The day however, is still long. There are too many classes. Might as well wait another hour or two and then skip the rest altogether.
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Toc toc
The girl at her left turns to look at her. Kirari, arms crossed on her chest and unreadable face, glances at her and that's enough to make her seek refuge in the mess of paper-sheets in her hands.
She crossed her legs, but they're too long and now that she started bouncing them, she hit her desk from below without meaning to.
This test is lasting forever. A good two-third of her water is gone. She wasn't thirsty, only bored beyond reason. She knows she shouldn't drink with the necessity to use the restroom growing more pressing by the minute. That, however, is the only thing distracting her from this dullness.
Waiting will make her appreciate more the relief once she'll take care of this need.
Five minutes. Three.
The bell rings, and among groans and whispers, the students are forced to hand in their tests.
The next teacher takes her time, and Kirari has to make an effort not to show her annoyance. When she does get here, it would take nothing more than a smile and a please to be gone. If it wasn't for the other four or five students who also need to be excused.
"Annoying… ", thinks Kirari. She's not going to crowd with the others like chickens waiting for their feed. The Student Coucil President does have privileges, but using them like this would be almost offensive. She'll wait. This lesson is as boring as ever, but she's already planned her entrance in Sayaka's class.
When it's her turn to leave, a good half an hour later, Kirari barely gives herself time to be as polite as always. If someone noticed her hurry it doesn't matter.
Now she can finally get a breath of fresh air and some silence.
The hallways are as empty as expected. It's good to have some peace, though truth be told, Kirari thinks that an aquarium without fishes is just a pretty water tank. She still takes her time, strolling as if she was in her own home's garden. This place belongs to her just as much after all.
The restrooms are just a few meters ahead. Before reaching them, she gets the desire to take a look at the courtyard outside. As she approaches the window, she's forced to desist: steps are coming and getting rebuked for loitering in the hallways is the very last thing she wants.
The teacher approaching has a stack of documents in her hands. It almost reaches her head and it's clear it lacks balance.
Smiling, Kirari decides to prevent any problem.
"Hello. ", she says, polite, "May I help you ma'am? "
The relieved smile she receives it's almost comical.
Kirari's not one to do the grunt work, not in the least, but she's heard rumors about this woman. Interesting ones. Like the fact that she might or might not have lost her house because of gambling debts. Yet, here she is, sourrounded by temptations.
Owning an adult's life is something Kirari hasn't quite done yet and she's starting to think that perhaps this is the right chance to change that. This woman isn't too old, she hasn't lost her shine.
If she'll have some time to spare, Kirari wonders, wouldn't she stop at a certain gambling den one of these days? There's a new game the students have been trying out and-…
She doesn't need to finish. There's a glimmer in the teacher's eyes and even if she pretends to think about it, Kirari's already planned everything ahead. She only hopes this woman will be better at gambling than at faking. The Ikishima's people will be more than ready to welcome her; without anyone knowing, of course.
Kirari's got what she wanted, her attention moves on to something else.
They've reached the the teachers' lounge and she can't wait to drop everything and reach the restrooms.
She ignores the hardened tone of the teacher as she tries to regain some dignity by remarking that all students must be in class during their lessons.
Her Life Plan will be in Kirari's hands long before they'll meet again.
A voice distracts her from these thoughts.
"Ah, Miss Momobami! "
It's the teacher that she's supposed to be waiting for in class.
Her smile is much less warm as she follows him back.
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It's been four hours. The lessons proceeded without giving her any chance to be excused, and at lunch-time, Kirari knew the restrooms would be all to full to relieve herself without hassles.
As usual, she's having her meal alone, in the Student Council Lounge. Sayaka came to her as soon as she was done with her own lunch, but between the disappointment for the spoilt surprise earlier and the need hammering her lower abdomen, the President can't say she's in a good mood.
Sayaka must have miserunderstood the reasons of her ill humor, for she said no more than a few words.
"I know I should act differently, ", thinks Kirari, forcing herself to eat a few more mouthfuls, "but for God's sake… "
Her bladder feels so full that it's starting to press against her buttoned blazer. The fact that she's been drinking some water with her food doesn't help, of course, but it was inevitable.
"I need to take care of this as soon as possible… It's starting to be more annoying that expected… "
"President? "
Sayaka's voice interrupts her grim thoughts. Kirari looks up and touches her mouth with a napkin before forcing herself to smile.
"What is it, Sayaka? "
She clears her throat. Her voice came out weird. Under the table, her legs uncross: without noticing she had started to bounce them.
"Forgive me for bringing this up while you're having lunch, but I had a few questions concerning tomorrow's meeting. "
"It will be the same as always.", thinks Kirari, " They'll either try to tear each other apart for a crumb of my power, or they won't mind at all… they'll pretend to, at least. "
"Ask me anything you want. ", she says.
Sayaka does. She's her usual diligent self, and the smile on Kirari's lips become more natural as she listens to all her silly concerns. The President ends her lunch-break talking about costs and responsabilities, and Sayaka seems to forget about the weird mood she was when they met, for now she looks more at ease.
"Good girl… Don't concern yourself with this. ", thinks Kirari, "Don't ask any questions about this… "
She glances at the clock. There are fifteen or so minutes left before the break ends. As she listened to Sayaka, she drank three more glasses of water.
Her belly is starting to hurt as it has never done before. She can't remember the last time she had to delay such a necessity for so long. A part of her is certainly intrigued, about this odd sensations, but overall, she's just looking forward to emptying her bladder.
She gets up and Sayaka starts cleaning up the table.
"Let a House-Pet take care of it.", says Kirari, "You work too hard. "
Sayaka nods and smiles as she replies: "You too President. You should take a break and leave everything to me. "
"Oh, Sayaka. ", thinks Kirari chuckling, "Not this time dear, not this time… "
"Shall I accompany you to your next class? "
"As much as I would like you to, ", says Kirari, "There's something I need to do before that. I shall see you later, if we have a chance to. "
"And we will, certainly… I still want to surprise you. "
"Oh… ", says Sayaka, "As you wish. I will see you later, then. "
"Good-bye, Sayaka. "
Kirari opens the door for her and follows her outside. Sayaka bows her head one last time before turning her back and leaving in the opposite direction.
" Well now. Let's find a way for me to get rid of this. "
Now that she got up, Kirari can't deny that her need has grown far more than what she should have let it. Her skin is tight over her abdomen and there's a continuous tingling between her legs, the signal that it's time to relieve all that pressure, soon.
The risk of moistening her underwear, even if still inconceivable, has grown dangerously high at every step.
She almost chuckles to herself, thinking about the absurdity of her situation.
"Acting like a goody-two-shoes for the teachers' sake was my biggest mistake. After all, though, I can't always be causing a ruckus… or can I? "
She thinks about the woman and about those waiting for her in the den. Perhaps not everything was for naught in the end.
There are still quite a few students around. This time though, Kirari has no intention whatsover of waiting in line. Soon enough she discovers that she doesn't have to: the restroom she had meant to use has a warning sign on its door, telling the students about its cleaning.
Ignoring the fact that the idea of cleaning the toilets at such an hour could be birthied only by a limited mind, to put it politely, Kirari considers using the boy's restroom before changing her mind. She's not the only disappointed girl, but there are far too many male students. Showing herself in such a disgraceful act doesn't quite fit her character, even if she would be intrigued to see someone else in the same situation.
"There's still time. "; she thinks, "I'll just try somewhere else. "
Walking is uncomfortable now. There's a little warm drop at the tip of her most intimate spot, and she's growing more and more conscious of it, but she has no intention of letting it go anywhere near the fabric of her underwear or of her panty hose.
Yet, the thought just won't leave her mind. She does need to urinate, and she didn't think it could become more obvious than this, but it's clear she was wrong.
Two flight of stairs later, she almost gives up the idea of keeping herself dry. The little warm drop has grown harder and harder to keep back, but the very thought of soiling herself, even if just a little, is revolting. She has no intention whatsoever of letting it happen.
Three hallways separate her from the closest restroom. She's doing a good job of keeping up her façade, but behind her usual calm, her mind is fixed on only one thing.
Relieveing herself will be quite a pleasure, and she's looking forward to it more than ever.
She can already imagine her bladder emptying its content, the murmur of her urine as it reaches its rightful place while the relief washes over her.
She's looking forward to it, indeed.
Too bad this time there's a line long enough that students are chatting between themselves in the hallway, the sound of running sinks and flushing coming from the open door.
Kiraris' gaze hardens: the restroom is a private room. To show its inside like this and to blather around as if it was a tea party it's unsightly. She's already reticent at the idea of sharing such a place with the hundreds of students of the Academy, she's not going to participate in any monkey buisness.
She turns her back, her fists clenched at her sides. There's still another restroom to try, even if time's running out. In more than one sense.
Her muscles are starting to cramp. Her skirt has grown more than uncomfortable around her bloated waist.
Kirari's starting to look too vexed for those around her not to notice, but she doesn't mind their stares, nor their murmurs. Her step is quick and sure: with all probabilities, they might think she's just busy.
Sayaka's not even at her side as usual, but that's for the best, no doubt about it.
It's just that… perhaps Kirari ought to slow down.
Her step falters, as if she had tripped over nothing.
She felt the drop.
It's warm and wet against her skin, her underwear's ruined.
"Disgusting…", she thinks, but she felt the first hint of relief. She's still in control of her body, but it won't take long before she'll give it up of her own accord. This pain is far too unnecessary to bear it for longer.
The restroom is right in front of her. So is Ririka.
Kirari ignores the stare she knows Ririka's sending from behind her mask. She doesn't even greet her. It's easy to understand why they're both here and some idle chit-chat would only vex the President. It's not like Ririka's a chatter-box after all, most importantly in such a situation.
At first glance, most of the stalls are occupied, the little red squares on the doorknob bright against the more sober color of the walls. Only one of them is still green. Kirari glares. Her sister came in first, but she's more than sure her need is more urgent.
She doesn't want either Ririka or the others to know about it though.
Firm and rigid, she grabs for Ririka's shoulder, stopping her in her tracks. Now, to be honest, Ririka had more than expected such a gesture on her part. Kirari can be polite, and she can also be the most well-mannered member of the Bami Family, but she can also be the most imposing.
Having grown up at her side, no one would know better than her.
It's still unpleasant, but Ririka doesn't make a sound and Kirari doesn't have to stare at the bottomless holes of her mask to send her message.
The thing is, that now there are more people entering.
"There's no way I'm going to be seen in here right now. ", thinks Kirari, her annoyance growing at each second, along with her need.
Being seen with Ririka, on top of that, is simply unacceptable.
"Get in. ", she says, her voice low and controlled notwithstanding the situation.
Her hand is still on Ririka's blazer, making her stagger inside the stall. She trips, sitting hard on the toilet just in time for her sister to lock the door as two more girls enter the restroom.
The stall is smaller than expected. She put enough strenght in pushing Ririka inside, that Kirari finds herself staggering too, parting her legs in order not to crash into Ririka's.
Another warm drop. Kirari grimaces as she hears the girls chattering. Looking down she can almost read her sister's bewilderment under the mask, but she doesn't want to look, just like she doesn't want to be in here with so many people.
On her part, Ririka is indeed quite puzzled. She's noticing the odd air about Kirari's eyes, the hard line of her mouth. She has never seen her like this- in more than one sense. She can feel her legs trembling against hers.
She'd like to speak up, but as soon as she makes a noise, Kirari's glare freezes her. Her lips move without a sound.
Hush.
They know each other, of course. Just like Kirari knows that Ririka's often too shy to relieve herself when there's someone nearby, Ririka knows that her sister belives it an unpleasant matter to take care of such needs in the company of others.
Aside from their appearance and their family, the only thing they might have in common is their dislike for public restrooms. The luxurious ten or so bathrooms they have at home are more than enough to justify such a quirk.
That doesn't change the fact that, even if dressed, Ririka too feels the urge to relieve herself now that she's in the right position for it. She did come here for a reason, after all, and whether it be because her need is stronger than usual, or because Kirari's here, she feels more than ready to empty her own bladder.
However, Kirari's everything but interested in her. On one hand, the need to relieve herself has grown unbearable. The scent of her own urine is gross and revolting but she can't help feeling like she ought to let out much more than just a couple of drops. Having Ririka so close is helping her concentration, but she knows it won't last for long no matter how hard she tries. It's not a mere question of will power anymore.
Only one stall has become avaible, and the girls are still chattering between themselves. All that noise is almost offensive. The only reason why Kirari hasn't lost her temper just yet is that she knows that far too many of her school mates are still too immature or unrefined to understand her kind of unwritten rules.
She notices a movement with the corner of her eye: Ririka's trying to communicate using her hands, but the space is far too cramped.
Having understood her intentions, Kirari removes her sister's mask. Her twin squints in the sudden light. She meets Kirari's gaze, stern and firm.
'Pee. ', her pale eyes seem to plead.
'I know. ', reply Kirari's.
Being reminded of her own necessities is the very last thing Kirari needs. Having to keep her legs spread like that is growing harder and harder and her belly is so full she has to make an effort not to caress it.
She's paying attention to what's going on outside but she's holding back so much that if she were to get distracted even for a second, a disaster would be inevitable.
Feeling it, her breath hitches as she tries to harden her muscles. She feels Ririka's eyes on her face, reading her pain, and without a second thought, she pushes the mask back in its place. Now, there's a problem less.
Another warm drop, then two. Kirari bites her free hand untill she almost tastes blood.
"I need to piss. No other way of saying it, I… need… to… piss… ", she thinks as her breath becomes heavy with effort.
Underneath her, Ririka's uneasiness increases. She could have never imagined to see her twin struggling like this. It's worringsome, and she's too concerned to even feel sorry.
Still, she can tell the urgency has reached a dangerous point.
Kirari feels the first real leak. Suddenly, her underwear is soggy and warm and the blood has rushed to her head. She can't believe this is happening.
At the same time though, she knows this is the beginning of the end.
Her bladder spasms. The girls outside talk of boys and karaoke and she feels the second spurt.
She forces herself to be quiet, but her breath is hard to keep in check.
Kirari can't hold herself any longer. Not even she knows if she starts relieving herself of her own volition or not: a third spurt turns into a fourth, and from that, it's not a spurt anymore, but a full stream, its scent warm and pungent in the small space as it soaks her clothes.
The hissing is so strong she almost fears it might be heard, but there's no risk, and in all honesty, she's got bigger fish to fry now.
Ririka's trying to get up. As soon as she realized what was happening, she made a sound, a sort of squeak that the modifier distorted into something gross and unsettling. Without even looking, Kirari's hand reaches for the switch behind the mask, turning it off. Then, she leans on Ririka, forcing her down.
Her warm, filthy urine is soaking them both, and Kirari's conscious of the situation, she really is, but the relief is inevitable.
She'd like to sigh, or moan, to make a sound that could express the most instinctive pleasure caused by the emptying of a full bladder.
"It's the first pleasure we feel… ", she thinks as she sinks her teeth in her sister's forehead in order to keep her voice in.
Being deprived of her own voice, Ririka can only jolt and hope for it to be over soon. Kirari's got a good mouthful of her hair, but that's not the biggets problem, of course.
This is all far too gross and unexpected.
A part of her suggests that she might take care of her own matters, nevermind the fact that she's dressed. On the other hand though, the thought of following Kirari's example is unconceivable right now. She could have never done anything like this, not even on purpose.
Ririka can only sit still and endure both the pain and the soiling.
Kirari's body takes its time.
The strangers outside talks of God only knows what and for God only knows how long before Kirari can regain some control over herself.
Her panty hose is warm and wet as it kisses her skin.
She stopped biting Ririka at a certain point and now her breath is slowing down, polishing her sister's mask.
She glances down: Ririka's skirt is dark, heavy and dripping with piss. So is the latter part of her blazer and shirt, and her own panty hose.
But there's time to worry about that. Kirari feels the last drops and allows herself the pleasure of relieving herself of them.
The situation has certainly turned in an unexpected way. Even if she had no intention to soil either Ririka or herself though, Kirari can't say she's displeased. The scent is awful, and so is the wetness, which, she notices, has filled even her shoes, but… this is something new.
Something there's no more need to worry about, thankfully.
The restroom's door open and closes behind her, bringing away the last words.
She straightens up, looking at Ririka.
'I know. . ', her eyes tell her once again.
Kirari backs up as much as she can, allowing her sister some more space, and reaches inside her pocket. She takes out her phone, dials a number.
"Don't be in class just yet… Be a good girl, but not too much… ", she thinks serious, listening to the rythmic beep.
"President? "
Sayaka's voice clears her gaze. Kirari chuckles: everything will be fine now.
Notes: It's been ages since I wrote this sort of stuff. This work has been sitting around since december and onyl recently I forced myself to finish it.
Hope you enjoyed. Be safe in these hard times. Perhaps I gave you something to keep you occupied.
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