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SPOILER ALERT!!! The following story takes place between chapters 122 and 123:
I had always been cautious about my relationship with Haru. Even after I saved her life from the Shishigumi, I knew we couldn’t just become an item without obstacles getting in the way. With my lack of money and my status as a Predatory Offender, I wasn’t sure if reality would let us go any further. I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her, but my path towards that goal seemed hazy. Our unexpected “date” at the Back Alley Market had…let’s just say “mixed results,” and I wanted to make it up to her. With that being said, an embarrassing incident the very next day made things even more complicated.
It started off as any ordinary morning. I woke up at the usual time, to the usual sound of the Condo getting ready for the day ahead. The bathroom was crowded, as it usually was at this time, and the distinct sounds of electric toothbrushes and toilets flushing seemed to echo through the hallway. After a few minutes of laying in bed with my thoughts, I arose from the bottom bunk to start my morning routine.
I stretched out my arms, my joints lightly popping as I loosened myself up after eight hours of sleep. Afterwards, I reached over to the side of my bed and picked up the glass with my dentures floating inside. I swear, I could never get used to the fact that an 18-year-old wolf like me wore dentures like an old geriatric. I then walked over to the counter and grasped my small, plastic box of toiletries. It was a small, translucent box with different slots for my denture brush, mouthwash, toothpaste, and toothbrush. With the glass in my left hand and the toiletries in my other, I lumbered half-awake to the bathroom down the hall, wearing nothing but my underwear and a large, white t-shirt.
On my way to the bathroom, several Hidden Condo residents greeted me with scattered calls of “Morning Legoshi!”
“Morning,” I said as my eyes adjusted to the hallway’s fluorescent lights. Within a few moments, I approached the communal restroom’s door and made my way inside. The bathroom was a decent size, at least big enough for the number of people on my floor. There usually wasn’t a line unless one of the bathrooms was out of order.
Several residents stood in front of the sinks freshening up. Ebisu was polishing his beak, Bogue was brushing his fur, and Zaguān was brushing his teeth. Zaguan was one of my closer friends at the apartment, so I took the sink next to him, placing my dentures and toiletries on the shelf under the mirror.
“Morning Legosi!” said Zaguān through a mouthful of minty foam.
“Morning Thaguān,” I said in a muffled, toothless voice as I turned on the faucet. With that, I pushed a dollop of toothpaste onto my toothbrush and began my morning refreshment routine. Though I didn’t have teeth, I still felt it necessary to use the toothbrush to clean my tongue and gums. The bristles weren’t hard, so it is a lot less painful than it sounds. After a quick rinse with mouthwash, I took my dentures out of the glass and put them in my mouth. I gave a few chomps into the mirror to make sure they were in all the way, and indeed they were. I admit, it was a bit of a hassle to have to carry my fangs around in a glass, but these dentures were of high quality. I made a mental note to remind myself to properly thank Gohin for them.
I studied my face in the mirror, using my claws to straighten any loose ends. I had work in just a couple hours, and I had to keep up my appearance. I literally just turned eighteen yesterday; I was an adult now, and I certainly had to groom myself like one.
With my faux-fangs in place and my morning breath on a temporary leave of absence, I made my way towards the urinal. By then, Bogue was using one of the larger ones in the corner, so I approached a medium-sized one in the middle. The sound of Bogue’s stream seemed to echo forever in the restroom as I reached down towards my fly. Thankfully I didn’t have any dirty dreams the night before, so I didn’t have to wait for it to “settle down.”
I held it in my right hand and tried to relax, but nothing came out. This was strange; I was usually full of urine in the morning. I remembered back at Cherryton Academy, I actually kept my roommates waiting to use the bathroom for a good five minutes. Durham almost peed his pants waiting for me to finish, and Jack made a joke about how I could mark every tree in the schoolyard in one go.
As a canine, the concept of “marking territory,” has become somewhat of an inside joke with us. It all traces back to an old primal instinct; one that our ancestors used to mark a place or thing as their own. Nowadays, it’s often used as a form a vandalism, and it’s naturally looked down upon by most other species (mainly herbivores). It wouldn’t be out of the ordinary for a delinquent canine to pee on someone’s property for fun, though it was very much against school policy. Canines were only allowed to urinate in designated territory rooms, amongst each other. And of course, urinating in front of a herbivore outside of a public restroom was undoubtedly taboo.
I stood confused in front of the urinal. Maybe the embarrassment from last night kept me from drinking as much as I usually do. Maybe I was just tired from the long day and went to bed without my nightly glass of water. Whatever it was, I didn’t have time to stand there and wait. The other residents might get suspicious if they see me with my hands between my legs, standing in front of the urinal but not using it for minutes on end. I may be “perverted” in some ways, but I wasn’t about to come across as some kind of voyeur who makes comments on how “big” or “small” his fellow urinators are.
After my failure to “go,” I headed back to my room and got ready for work at the udon shop. I could pee later at work; right now, my mind was on the day ahead. I had invited Haru over after work to apologize for my hesitation to kiss her the previous night. We had gotten into a bit of an argument after she asked me to kiss her, only for me to question our future together. We both knew our relationship has a few kinks to work out, but I still felt bad for last night.
After a quick shower, I got dressed in jeans and a long-sleeve sweatshirt. I packed my work uniform into my backpack and swiftly headed outside. As I made my way to the udon shop, little did I know my bladder was plotting a devious scheme. It had an ambush in mind; one that I would not soon forget.
I arrived at work around twenty minutes before my shift started. This gave me adequate time to clock in and put on my uniform. I was on waiter duty that day, so I knew I would be inside the building all day. The store was small, but certainly popular with the customers. Herbivores and carnivores of all sizes made up the clientele. Since we sold noodles, they were relatively high in carbohydrates, which gave the carnivores enough nourishment to resist their meat-eating urges. In addition to udon noodles, we also served soba, miso soup, and iced green tea.
This tea was quite popular, as it was the perfect way to wash down a hot bowl of noodles. A large, clear dispenser sat by the entrance to the kitchen. The machine constantly stirred the tea inside to keep it at an evenly refrigerated temperature. When it was busy, we usually refill the machine around four times in a single day. I would come to hate this machine by the end of my shift.
The first few hours of my shift were as uneventful as any other day. Of course, that meant I had to hear the occasional complaints of customers complaining about the size of their portions, and a couple of guests claiming they didn’t like the food after eating their whole meal. Other than that though, it was a regular old day. I had gotten more accustomed to handing bowls to herbivores, even if their hands did touch mine. I remember I had an issue with this when I started, but had grown accustomed to it over the course of a few shifts.
Over the course of my shift, I occasionally let my mind drift to that morning. If I couldn’t pee then, I should pick a good time to do so during my shift. The problem was that business started picking up after a few hours, and I took my break early since I hadn’t eaten that morning. It wasn’t until after my break that I started feeling a gradually increasing pressure in my lower body.
At first it wasn’t anything to worry about. I figured it was only about ten seconds worth of urine, and that I could hold it until the end of my shift. But it seemed like with each passing minute, the pressure inside my bladder only got more intense. The liquid ambush between my legs was slow, but was steadily building up with every bowl of udon I served.
About two hours before the end of my shift, I was able to catch a few moments to head to the restroom. The shop had only one bathroom with a toilet, a sink, an air dryer, and a baby changing station. That was unfortunate for me, as when I turned the corner from the kitchen, I saw an anteater and an antelope leaning on the wall. They were casually texting on their phones as they waited for whoever was in the bathroom to finish up. I didn’t have time to wait for them, so I went back into the kitchen to attend to a double order of miso soup.
Between orders, I would occasionally peer my head from the kitchen door to see if the coast was clear. I didn’t have a lot of time though; we were getting orders left and right, with no sign of slowing. Even worse, the constant sound of broth sloshing and pouring in the kitchen only served to taunt my growing urgency. A thunderstorm was slowly building momentum in my bladder, and it only got worse as my shift went on.
Filling the drinks was the absolute worst. The machine itself was unavoidable, constantly stirring and splashing the tea inside. This was not authentic green tea, so it had much more of a yellowish color than a green color. That machine might as well have been my bladder.
Towards the end of my shift, a walrus family ordered four extra-large drinks. One at a time, I was forced to hold the cup under the spout and press it against the release mechanism. A steady stream of tea poured into the cup, at a speed and consistency similar to that of urine. It splashed against the ice and creeped its way up the side of the cup. The sensation of needing to use the restroom caused me to sweat profusely; even more so than being in a hot kitchen. I was biting my lip and had my feet tilted inwards a bit so my thighs would press together. It was the only thing I could do to keep myself from leaking on the spot. More than anything, I wanted to unzip my pants right there and fill up that cup. I knew though that such an action would make me more than just a predatory offender.
Time seemed to be working against me, and I was checking the clock at least three times a minute to see when my shift would be over. I checked the bathroom again, but…NO! It was occupied. The hustle and bustle of the kitchen was quite loud, so I couldn’t exactly hear the toilet flush from where I was working. If I was doing deliveries, I could at least duck behind a dumpster to relieve myself. Since I was stuck inside though, it felt like there was no way out.
I swore I was repeating “Don’t pee, don’t pee, don’t pee,” so much in my head, that I almost said it out loud to a squirrel could who wanted extra peanuts on their garlic-peanut butter udon.
“Yes, can I get some extra peanuts on this, please,” said the formally dressed female squirrel with a warm smile. The “pea” in “peanuts,” struck through my groin like a bolt of lightning.
“Yes ma’am,” I said before turning to the kitchen. “Can I get don’t pe…I mean…more peanuts for this dish?!” I blushed a bit and clenched my toes, but the customer didn’t seem to notice.
After what felt like centuries of arduous urinary torture, my shift had finally ended. Even better, the line at the bathroom had dissipated! If I could get dressed fast enough, I might be able to make it there before someone else does.
In the locker room, I threw off my work uniform like it was on fire before stuffing it into my backpack and hastily putting on my street clothes. Even the simple act of sitting down to put my shoes on put pressure on my lower half, so I had to tie them up with my legs crossed. Once I was dressed, I bolted out of the locker room and headed for the bathroom. Just before I opened the door though, a distinct voice came from behind me.
“Didn’t expect to see you in a place like this,” said the voice. I turned around, and saw Louis looking right at me.
So there I was: my left hand tucked between my legs, my right hand reaching for the bathroom door, and a nervous expression on my sweaty face. What a time for Louis to show up…I was always happy to see him, but now was NOT the time to talk. As desperate as I was to relieve myself, I knew it would be rude to dart into the bathroom while Louis was talking to me. This was the first time he visited me at work, and I had been wanting to talk to him more since he visited me at the hospital.
“Still not done getting my leg out of your system?” asked Louis jokingly. I blushed hard, remembering the three liters of laxatives I was forced to take at the police station. While I was in custody, I pretty much spent two days on the toilet. I had never felt more discomfort when it came to expelling my bowels. I didn’t even get off the toilet to flush, as I didn’t want to see a single strand of Louis hair inside the bowl. In total, I must have given at least ten courtesy flushes. Needless to say, thinking about it made me quite nauseous.
“Louis!” I said in a surprised yip, “I’m glad to see you again.”
“I figured I’d stop by and see what your newfound life as a predatory offender was like,” said Louis. I appreciated his constant attempts at humor, but I didn’t like it when he brought that up.
“Yeah, I just got off work,” I said straightening myself up and looking right at Louis, “so what have you been up to?” I tried to act natural and put on a casual appearance, but my legs were unusually close together. I leaned against the wall and crossed my arms, though every inch of my being was telling me to hold onto my crotch. My teeth were clenched behind my lips and a hot wave of anxiety washed over my forehead. I could probably pass it off as sweat from a hard day’s work.
“Well,” Louis began, “I’ve been stocking up on school supplies. Pencils, paper, all that stuff…is something wrong?”
“Oh no! He noticed!” I thought to myself. As an even more massive blush made its way onto my face, I gulped and tried to think up an excuse.
“Hold that thought,” he suddenly said walking towards me, “I’m just gonna use the restroom.” With a quick strode, he opened the bathroom door and locked it behind him. I was just about ready to punch him all over again. The bastard had pulled the rug right out from underneath me. Did he think this was funny?
I stood there with my jaw dropped, listening in horror as the sound of Louis urinating seeped through the steel door. The sound of his stream hitting the toilet water splashed, bubbled and echoed against the walls of the bathroom, making it noticeably audible from where I was standing. He must have really had to go, because I distinctly heard him sigh in relief.
The sound was like a power drill tunneling into my ears and down to my bladder. Having to hear someone else experiencing the relief I was so desperate to obtain was a true twist of the knife. And then…I had the greatest bladder spasm of my entire life. I dropped to my knees, a few customers glanced at me from the doorway as I grabbed my private area with both hands. I could feel the oncoming stream making it way to the tip…it felt like only a matter of seconds before I soaked my jeans and underwear right there on the spot.
Gathering up my carnivorous strength, I got back to my feet, gulping hard as the spasm simmered down. I knew what to do; I would burst into the bathroom as soon as Louis exited, blurting out an apology as I rushed inside. I would yank my pants down like a cub who hadn’t learned how to use his fly. Then I would begin to…
With that thought, I could feel a small damp spot on my underwear…my fear was becoming reality. Though only a small squirt, a leak was still a leak. I had started to wet myself in public…
“SORRY-LOUIS-I-HAVE-TO-HEAD-OUT-NOW-SEE-YOU-LATER!” I shouted as I ran out the door. He didn’t even have time to respond. Time was no of the essence; I had to get back to the condo right this instant, but I didn’t know if I would make it in time. I was at my limit, and one wrong move would lead to disaster.
I was just as shocked as Haru was. We both were silent for a while, not knowing exactly what to say.
“I…I can explain!” I blurted out, “I didn’t know you were there! It was an accident…”
Haru stood back up, her head and shirt dripping wet with my own urine. What would she think! I refused to kiss her last night, and now I just peed on her? What kind of excuse it that?
“Do you have a towel?” Haru asked me in a breathless voice. In a panicked frenzy, I raced upstairs to my room and got a towel, a t-shirt, and a pair of underwear from my room. By the time I got back there, Haru was still standing in the same place.
I was expecting her to snatch the towel out of my hand and start screaming at me. I was sure she was going to dump me right then and there. All of a sudden, I burst into yet another awkward apology.
“I swear I didn’t do this on purpose; it was dark and I couldn’t hold it anymore…I had to go somewhere! I swear I didn’t pick this tree because you were under…” I said too much. I “picked” this tree? How was I supposed to explain why? Did I really pick this tree because it smelled like her? “I mean…I don’t…I…”
“Stop,” said Haru, “I can’t say I’m thrilled, but this is kind of sweet…”
“What do you mean?” I asked, wondering if she had been drinking.
“You told me to come here after your shift,” said Haru, “but I forgot when exactly you got back, so I was sitting against this tree to wait for you. Then I suddenly heard someone approaching. I guess my instincts told me to stay hidden, so I didn’t even move when you…”
Haru blushed; she knew that she had tried to be eaten by him before, and now she was willing to let him piss all over her.
“I…um…” I stammered, not knowing what to say at this point.
“Does this mean I’m your territory? Does this mean I’m yours?” Haru asked. She couldn’t believe it, but she actually found Legosi’s actions kind of sweet. Sure, this didn’t exactly resolve their issues from the night before, but she appreciated the gesture even if it was subconscious. “Gah! What am I saying?!” Haru shouted suddenly, coming to her senses. “You pissed all over me! Take me to the shower!”
Legosi quickly lead Haru inside the Condo, letting her use one of the showers before putting her clothes in the washer downstairs. He also threw in his partially-soiled jeans and underwear. After getting out of the shower, Haru put on the shirt Legosi gave her. It looked about four sizes too big for her, but she would take what she could get.
The both of them sat awkwardly in Legosi’s room, waiting for the wash cycle to finish.
“Maybe it’s best if we didn’t talk about this again,” I said dejectedly.
“It wasn’t my finest moment,” said Haru, “but we need to address our instincts if we’re going to make this work. It’ll take some work, sure, but we can’t dance around things like this.”
“…You’re right,” I said. I figured that would be a nice note to end on.
“We should exchange work schedules,” said Haru, “that way we’ll know exactly when our shifts end.”
I agreed, and from that point on, we didn’t speak about this incident again. That doesn’t mean I don’t still have dreams about it though… |
This fanfiction was written by NinMaster712 on DeviantArt, I thought this was a really good story so I reposted it here!
Link: https://www.deviantart.com/ninmaster712/art/Isabelle-s-Dilemma-REWRITTEN-AC-NL-Omorashi-785492443
It was an unnaturally hot summer morning in the small town of Tomodachia. On a typical day, all the animal villagers would be going about enjoying their daily lives... but not today. Everyone cranked out their fans in an attempt to keep cool all day.
The mayor, a firm but kind-hearted lad named Jack, had brought a bunch of fans from his home storage into the office to keep him and his sweet, young shih tzu secretary, Isabelle, cooled off. "Phew... If I wouldn't have bought all these last month, we'd have burned to death!" he huffed.
Isabelle took a sip from her water bottle and said, "That's why I've been drinking a bunch of these... Not gonna melt away today!" She tried her best to avoid what Jack had metaphorically said might happen.
"Sheesh... Jill's gonna have a rough time with her garden today..." Jack sighed.
"Who?" Isabelle asked.
Jack snapped his fingers, "That's right, you've never met her... Jill's my best friend, see. She asked me to come over to her town for a little bit today to help her out with her flowers. But this heatwave might mess everything up," he moped. "Say, maybe you could come with me?"
"Oh, I don't know, Mayor... I barely know her all too well..." Isabelle muttered, chugging down some more water.
Jack begged, "Come on, please? You two would make great friends... and I may need someone to manage trade..."
Isabelle sighed and said, "Okay, I suppose I could tag along... but who's gonna run the Town Hall while we're gone?"
The mayor thought for a while before suggesting, "Tom Nook?"
"Tom Nook?! But... why? What about Tortimer?" Isabelle asked.
"Come on, Nook's pretty trustworthy... kinda..." Jack said. "And Tortimer's out of town, so we don't really have any other options. It'll only be an hour at most."
Isabelle finished off her water bottle and tossed it. "Alright, let's go," she said, wagging her tail a bit.
Jack got all the preparations set before heading to the train station, Isabelle close behind with a clipboard, paper, and pen. He walked up to the conductor, a monkey named Porter, and said, "We'd like to head to Pinkieville, please."
"Sure thing, Mr. Mayor!" Porter replied, stepping up to get the train started up.
As the two stepped into their car, Jack slyly turned to his secretary and whispered, "Never been too keen on that name... Pinkieville..." Isabelle giggled as she followed the mayor inside. The two sat down beside a cat named Rover, who always seemed to be riding.
In just a few minutes, the train had gotten started. As soon as the train got moving, Isabelle suddenly got the slight urge to use the bathroom. She had been drinking so many water bottles and hadn't gone all day, making for a terrible combination. She shrugged it off and assured herself, "I can just try and hold off until we get there. It's not that bad right now, anyway."
The train began chugging along, escorting them on their merry way, until Porter came to their car and asked, "Well, we're gonna be coming to a split track... You all want to head straight there or take the scenic route?"
"Scenic route!" Rover yelled out. "I always enjoy marvelling at nature's majesties when traveling by train..."
"Hmm... That sounds nice... and we've got a bit of time to spare. Let's take it," Jack said. "You don't mind that, do you, Isabelle?"
Isabelle looked up in surprise. "O-Oh, yeah, not a problem..." she muttered. She wanted to get there as soon as possible, but who knows? This detour might not take too long... hopefully. The tracks up ahead switched, and the train curved off for the longer route.
Along the way, the three passed by many beautiful sights, including a forest, flower patches, and even a butterfly grove. "Wow... You were right, Rover. It really is fun to observe nature..." Jack swooned. "Isn't it all just beautiful, Iz?"
"Huh? Y-Yeah, it's real pretty..." Isabelle awkwardly said. She hadn't really been paying much attention to the outside, mostly due to her growing need to pee.
Halfway into the ride, Isabelle began crossing her stubby legs. With each passing minute, her urge got worse and worse. Despite this, she knew she could make it to Pinkieville without issue. She assured herself, "Just a bit longer... You can hold it..."
"Guys, look, a waterfall!" Rover suddenly exclaimed, pointing out the window. "That means we're close."
"Whoa! I never knew there was one so close!" Jack exclaimed, staring out the window in awe.
Isabelle looked away as soon as she caught just the tiniest glimpse of it. "Mmph... Maybe not..." she muttered to herself. She put her paws in her lap and tried to keep everything in.
After a short while of gazing out the window, Jack turned back to his seat, only to witness his assistant squirming around in her seat. "You okay there, Iz?" he asked.
"Y-Yeah, I'm fine, Mayor..." the pup replied. She felt a little embarrassed doing something like that in front of her boss, but she also didn't want to be too much of a burden at the moment.
Eventually, they ended up at their destination. Jack waved to Rover and Porter as he stepped off and took a few steps into this awfully pink-colored town. "Alright, where's Jill? Strange, she said she would be--"
He was suddenly tackled out of nowhere by a pink-haired girl. "Hiya, Jackiiiiieee!" she excitedly said.
"Oof... Uh, h-hey, Jill... Good to see you, too," Jack mumbled. He slowly stood back up and brushed the dirt off his jacket.
Jill fixed her dress and said, "Super thankful you decided to come over." She looked over his shoulder at the shih tzu behind him and asked, "Oh, who's your friend there?"
Jack wasn't paying attention to her question. He secretly had a crush on Jill ever since the two first became neighbors. Those shimmering eyes, thick glasses, soft pink hair...
"Um... Mayor? She asked you something..." Isabelle muttered, snapping to get him out of his trance.
Jack shook his head. "Hmm? Oh! Sorry about that... This is my secretary, Isabelle."
"Pleased to meet you," Isabelle greeted, reaching her paw out to shake. She tried her best to keep her cool, despite the twitchy feeling between her legs.
The two shook hands as Jill said, "Nice to meet you, too! Anyway, Jack, I wanted to know your secrets to having an excellent town..."
"Excellent to-- I thought you wanted me to help with your garden..." Jack sighed.
"Well, kinda," Jill explained. "I just told you that because I was a little too embarrassed to tell you the full story. I'm still a newbie at this mayoring thing..."
Jack groaned a bit in his head as he explained to her, "Okay, first things first. This is a must-know for anyone, mayor or not... Save up your bells, don't go spending it all frivolously on stuff like new clothes..."
"Awww..." Jill whined. "Oh, but that reminds me, did you want this sweater? It's totally not my style." She pulled a pink, sequin-covered sweater out of her satchel and gave it to Jack.
Jack politely accepted it and placed it into his own bag. "Um... Thanks..." he muttered. He thought about what he would use it for. "I might not want it, but I might NEED it later... even if it isn't cold out... Who knows?"
Isabelle stood back a bit, doing a slight potty dance for the last minute or two they were talking. She decided this was the perfect time to let the mayor know about her dilemma. She tapped him on the shoulder and whispered, "Excuse me... Mayor? I kinda need to..."
"Hmm? What was that, Isabelle?" Jack asked.
"Um... n-never mind..." she muttered.
As the two mayors turned back to each other to chat some more, Isabelle muttered to herself, "I can't tell him I need to go... So embarrassing..."
"Alright, so let's get started," Jack suddenly said. "Come along, Isabelle. I'll need you to take notes while I teach Jill all there is to know... just in case I forget..."
Isabelle groaned in her head as she followed the two mayors. "Great... Even if I would have told him, I couldn't go, anyway," she mumbled. "Hopefully it won't take too long, like the mayor said. And even if it does, I'll just have to wait until they go off on a tangent so I can sneak away..."
Jill led the two to the Pinkieville Town Hall. "Alright, let's start off right here..." she said.
Jack stared up at the oddly colorful building. "Soooo... A pink hall..."
"Yep! It's kinda my favorite color," Jill giggled.
"Wow, I never would have guessed..." Jack sarcastically responded. Jill didn't pick up on his sarcasm, so he just cleared his throat and got back to business. "Anyway, you'll seriously need a lot of variety when it comes to your shops. Looking around, it seems like you have so many clothing and fabric stores and not enough other places... Furniture, food... maybe some fun stuff here and there?"
"Okay..." Jill simply replied.
Jack nodded before turning to his assistant. "Be sure to write all of this down, Isabelle. It's good for her to keep a copy in case she forgets," he told her.
"O-Okay, Mayor..." Isabelle stammered. She could hardly focus with her nearly-full bladder tugging at her. All the words on the paper came out closer to that of incoherent scribbles than legible writing.
"It's pretty hot outside..." Jill sighed. "Come inside, we can continue talking in there. And I've got a big map, so, y'know, you can critique my town a bit better." She invited the two inside the Town Hall.
The interior was vastly different from the exterior. While the outside paint job made it look like a playhouse, the inside was much more expected for a town hall. It was almost exactly like Jack's, only less organized. Jack had to give her a point for that.
While the two mayors continued their discussion, Isabelle stood back, trying not to have an accident in front of them. She took a quick glance around the office for any doors that looked like they would lead to a restroom of some sort, but there didn't seem to be any. "Who designed this place?" she thought. There was only one option left for her: sneak out. She tip-toed out of the town hall to wander around for a public restroom. Luckily, neither of them saw or heard her leave.
Once outside, she looked around for any signs of a bathroom. There didn't seem to be any around. That, mixed with the disorienting nature of this new town, made it really hard for her to keep calm... especially now that her urge had grown into an emergency.
After several minutes at Jill's town hall, Jack had decided to end the conversation. "Alright... So your town is really limited... but you're saying mine is dull and uninviting?"
"Besides the name," Jill reminded him.
"Right, right, besides the name..." Jack repeated. "Alright, so let's agree on this: I promise to make my village more friendly if you make yours more expansive. Deal?"
"Deal." The two shook hands, and Jill giggled a bit. "Ah, thank you so much for the help!"
Jack chuckled a bit back. "Anytime."
Jill led him back outside with a smile. "See you later, Jack," she quietly said to him before kissing him and walking back inside.
Jack's cheeks turned red. It was so unexpected, but here they were, finally moving up the ladder. He couldn't help but celebrate a little. "Yes~! Whoooo!" he yelled as he ran off for the train station again. "Wow... Anyway, Isabelle, let's head back home and get back to work!"
He got no response. "...Isabelle?" Again, no response. He tried looking all around him, but no traces of his secretary could be found. "Oh gosh, where did that dog go...?" he asked as he tried looking around for his silly shih tzu secretary.
Meanwhile, she was stumbling around trying to find her way back. She really needed to pee, she had been lost in this new town, and she wasn't even sure if Jack was still in Town Hall. He could be ANYWHERE. She sighed and muttered, "I give up... I really goofed up this time..." before trudging back to the train with a bladder close to bursting.
"Ugh... Where did she go off to?" Jack asked. He was about to head back to ask Jill, but she was actually already on her way towards him like a speeding bullet.
"Jaaaack! Jack, Jack, are you missing your... Oh, what was her name...? Y-Your secretary!" she anxiously asked, slightly out of breath.
Jack was very clearly confused. "W-What the hell, Jill?! What's gotten you all up in a tizzy?" He then mentally smacked himself for saying something like that. "Tizzy? TIZZY?! She just kissed you, and you're saying stuff like THAT to her?! Since when did I turn into a senior citizen?"
Jill explained, "Your little secretary, I saw her out the window! She was just staggering around town alone..."
"What?!"
"She was heading towards the train station," she added. "If you want to find her, that'd be your best bet."
Jack started to worry a bit about what could have possibly gotten into her. "Oh gosh, Isabelle... Thanks, Jill."
"No prob, Jack!" she yelled after him as he sped off towards the station.
Isabelle was far ahead of him, ready to board the train. Porter and Rover were nowhere to be seen, so she assumed they were on a lunch break. "I'll just... let myself on..." she mumbled. Her bladder throbbed with each step she took. Once she was up the steps and inside the train car, she felt a tiny bit leak out. "Oh no...! No no no, please...!" she yelped. The pup crossed her legs together and placed a paw between her legs as she slowly made her way back to her original seat.
She had only been able to take a few steps before she collapsed onto the floor, desperately grabbing her crotch. Her bladder was reaching its breaking point. She couldn't hold it any longer...
Back outside, Jack ran up to the station and saw Porter sitting on a bench. "Hey, have you seen Isabelle walk by here?" he asked.
"Yeah," the monkey replied. "She was walking really slowly for some reason, and I think she might have boarded the train already."
Jack nodded as he ran inside the car and saw a familiar figure on the floor. "Isabelle?! Oh... There you are, Iz... I've been-- A-Are you okay?" he asked. He then noticed an odd smell in the air. "And... do you smell urine? Or is it just me?"
"N... No..." Isabelle squeaked. "I-It's..." She couldn't go on without starting to cry.
Wanting to know what was upsetting her, Jack took a few more steps towards her, only to be incredibly shocked at what he saw. There was Isabelle, his loyal secretary, crying while kneeling in a smelly, yellow puddle. "Oh my gosh... I-Isabelle... I... I'm speechless..." He couldn't find the proper words to describe what he was currently witnessing.
"I know... I-I'm a big screw-up, peeing myself..." Isabelle cried, choking on her tears. "You probably think I'm just a big baby..."
"No! No no no, not at all, Isabelle... It's okay..." he softly said while helping her stand back up. "Accidents happen."
Isabelle just shook her head. "I-If I would have just said something, this wouldn't have happened..." she muttered. "I feel like such a child..."
"Hey, quit beating yourself up over it," Jack told her. "Things like this happen to everyone on occasion..." He then got a brilliant idea. He dug through his bag and pulled out the sweater that Jill had given him. "I knew I would need this..."
He proceeded to tie the flashy sweater around Isabelle's waist. It didn't completely cover up the large, wet stain on her skirt or the puddle below, but it was a lot better than nothing. "Th-Thanks, Mayor..." she weakly said.
"No problem. And please... just call me Jack." He patted her on the shoulder as the train started up again, and the two rode back to Tomodachia without another word.
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Kara was incredible at what she did. As Supergirl, she could lift planes with just her two hands, fly anywhere she wanted, save people day after day and so on and so forth - and all the while maintain a somewhat normal life, except not really. All that power aside - Kara Danvers was kind of ticklish. That's how she would put it, when she had to admit it at least, especially at a time like this.
"Lena! Stop!" Kara yelled out as Lena tickled her sides just a little. As much as she didn't want anybody to know, she had a kind of another secret life. Every now and then, she'd invite Lena Luthor over to her cozy little apartment and submit to her. Something about Lena's natural dominance made Kara want to do anything Lena said.
"You're just really cute when you squirm in that new suit," Lena smiled a little bit evil.
"I told you, I'm just kind of ticklish!" Kara rolled her eyes.
"Kind of? I really think you're more than kind of ticklish," Lena replied, tickling her sides more.
Kara jolted up, trying to resist hitting Lena so hard she put her in the stratosphere. "Okay! Fine, more than kind of," Kara broke down.
"How much more?" Lena said, wiggling her fingers in front of Kara.
"Okay, Lena, really ticklish," Kara said, looking down a bit in embarrassment.
"Like.. laugh and punch me off the planet ticklish, or pee your pants ticklish?" Lena said teasingly. Kara looked back almost visibly offended for a minute, only because of how hard it hit home. Flashbacks of the one time Alex had tickled Kara at the wrong time ran through her head.
"Definitely punching you off the planet ticklish," Kara teased back.
Lena loved seeing Kara Danvers in this position, sitting next to her on the couch with that tight uniform, willing to do anything she said. She also liked that Kara had a little bit of attitude every now and then.
"So you've never been tickled so bad you peed your pants?" Lena laughed a bit, doubt in her voice. She was just meaning to tease, but part of her was also kind of curious.
Kara focused ahead on the TV, they were originally trying to watch a movie. "Uhhh, I-I don't think so," Kara stuttered a bit.
"You're a terrible liar, Supergirl," Lena said, her right arm wrapped around Kara's side, dragging her fingers over her side.
Kara blushed a bit, trying to think of a quick way to change the topic. "I don't think you're getting out of this question," Lena said watching Kara look puzzled for a few seconds.
"Fine, maybe like.. once," Kara replied under her breath, her cheeks getting a bit redder.
Lena smiled at her, then looked forward to the TV screen. Kara bought it for a second, thinking the whole tickling conversation might be finally over until Lena dug her fingers into Kara's sides at full force. Kara burst out laughing, trying her hardest to contain herself.
"I hate you so much right now!" The flustered Kryptonian said to Lena, a little frustrated but more embarrassed.
"Why? Do you need to pee or something?" Lena teased.
Kara looked down for a second, her cheeks now pretty red.
"Use your words, Kara."
"Well, yes, but I -" Kara got cut off. "I think you should hold it." Lena said.
Kara looked at her, trying not to show too much frustration on her face, she couldn't give Lena that satisfaction yet. Kara knew Lena had a wetting kink, Lena told her she'd done it with a few of her partners, but Kara had never tried.
"Okay, I'll try," Kara said, still red in the face. Immediately after saying that, she felt Lena tracing her fingers over her side again. She hated it but loved it at the same time.
Lena admired Kara, her long blonde hair, how she managed to look so regal in her Supergirl outfit, even this new one with the tight pants. She loved it when Kara would submit to her, call her mistress, beg or anything. Lena just loved being in control.
Kara took this time to regain her composure. She really had to pee, and she really didn't want to admit it. To pee her pants in her uniform? She'd probably be the first superhero to do that. Probably not a good look. Suddenly, the TV turned off, she looked over to see Lena with the remote in her hand as she took her other arm out from behind Kara. Lena tossed it to the side, and got on Supergirl's lap. Kara could feel Lena's tight denim jeans rubbing against her outfit. Lena looked down at Kara, putting her hand on her face and softly pulling her in to kiss her.
In the tender moment, Lena used the element of surprise to give Kara a little tickle attack. "Lena! Mistress, please," Kara begged, quickly pulling away from the kiss and giving her the puppy-dog eyes that always made Lena's heart melt. Lena stopped for a second, but kept going. It took all of Kara's raw strength to not flail her arms and hurt Lena, and with that she suddenly lost control of her bladder - but only for a split second.
"L-Lena! Please, I leaked!" Kara said out loud, not even realizing what she had just admitted. Lena looked down at her again, Kara's back against the couch and face full of the cutest nervous expression she'd ever seen. She looked down further, and realized Kara had actually leaked a bit in her pants. A small baseball sized wet spot that was a dark, wet navy blue surrounded her crotch area of the deep blue pants.
Lena gasped mockingly, putting her hand to her mouth. "Did Supergirl just pee her pants?" Lena said teasingly.
Kara was squirming desperately underneath her, she couldn't even find the words to reply, but she had to say something. "Please, Lena? I see the bathroom just literally over there!" Kara said in a fury, pointing to her apartment bathroom.
Lena had that evil expression on her face again. "No, I definitely want to see you pee your pants, Kara. Or should I say Supergirl."
Kara blushed hard. She couldn't just.. obey, could she?
To be continued.
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So this was a little something I wrote up pretty quick, I think it's kind of cute. If ya'll like it, I'll do a continuation! Might throw some other characters in there. |
I'm mostly a lurker here but I really enjoy some of the stories. It's been a long time since I wrote anything of my own, so I hope you enjoy this short story. Please be warned it gets a little kinky.
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Total Control
Drew lived for his next conquest, but he was starting to wonder if Marie had changed something deep within him. Drew was almost a stereotypical English gentleman: big house in the country, drove an Aston Martin, enjoyed polo--except that he also enjoyed the hell out of full bladders, desperation and (whisper it) wetting.
None of the women he'd entertained so far had shared that fetish.
To entertain himself, Drew invited Marie to his sprawling country house for the weekend. Just them and a skeleton staff. They had been dating for the last two months, nothing but cuddles, fine dining, and long talks over a bottle of wine. This time he wanted to go further. So he'd find out soon enough whether she was into his kind of control. Drew suspected Marie would run a mile as soon as she found out he wanted total control of her. But there was only one way to try.
Marie knew what to expect from a weekend with Drew--cuddles, domination, good food, fine wine. In truth, she needed the domination most. Marie was a woman on the edge. Her childhood had been on the difficult side, her love life fairly barren, her job a stressful one. To cope, Marie kept herself under the tightest of control. Both in mind and body. It wasn't unusual for her to ignore the twinges of her bladder, for example, until she was on the edge of desperation. Maybe that's how she gave herself a shy bladder. Or maybe it was back to the control issue. Either way, Marie felt extremely brittle these days. A weekend with Drew was just what she needed--but could she submit, or would he break her?
She arrived at his house with an annoyingly full bladder, but that was par for the course. Marie hated a public bathroom. Marie had to admit she could barely go anywhere, except in the comfort of her own home. Another control thing. She secretly wished Drew could break her of that. That she could grow to trust someone else as she never before had.
"Hello, darling." Drew opened the door when she knocked and gave her a quick, possessive once-over that made her melt a little. Marie pulled herself together, the twinge of her full bladder keeping her sharp.
"Hi," she whispered, and allowed him to escort her inside. His house was all old-fashioned charm, with tapestries on the wooden walls, flagstoned floors, and a mile-long driveway. "Where's your butler?" she asked.
"Keeping a low profile. I only need the cleaners this weekend," Drew replied absently, making Marie wonder. She was growing increasingly uncomfortable, but there was no way she'd tell Drew that she needed to use the bathroom. She could hold on, anyway. His touch made her shiver as he looped a casual arm around her waist, marching her along on a quick tour of his house. Marie had only seen his London apartment--an austere and no-nonsense two bedroom place at the top of a tall building.
Drew gave Marie a tour of the house, feeling the way her hips moved underneath his hand. By the way she occasionally squirmed, he was either turning her on or she had to pee. He hoped for both, but Drew had run into a lot of women for whom that kind of thing was a hard limit. The best he'd ever gotten were a few women who consented to ask to go to the bathroom.
And yet, none of them had seemed so on the edge as Marie. Drew was starting to suspect she needed him--needed him to break her in order to remold herself as who she truly was. He saw the needy woman underneath her semi-polished exterior. She needed control, domination--maybe even a touch of humiliation. Casually, he led her to the fridge and poured a tall glass of orange juice. "Ice?" he inquired.
"No thanks." Marie took the glass. She was very thirsty. On the way here, she'd had a cup of coffee and a bottle of water. Now her mouth was parched. She drank it all, and as she finished, Drew took the glass from her and murmured, "Good girl." She thrilled to that, his dark, demanding praise in her ear, and tamped down the need in her bladder.
Drew continued his tour. He deliberately stayed away from the bathrooms. He was starting to think that Marie had to go. Would she ask to use the facilities? She didn't seem like the type of woman who would do that. She seemed more the type to quietly, embarassedly slip out of the back so that nobody noticed her. She'd probably go to the furthest bathroom she could find, so that nobody heard her. In Drew's fantasy, women let go whenever they needed to-well, with his PERMISSION, first. Control was paramount. So were cleaners, but that was by the by. Drew liked his fun. The question was, would Marie?
He sensed the increased quiver in her body, and knew he had to keep her close. "How about a movie?" he suggested casually, and when she nodded, he snagged a big bottle of water and led her into the movie room. Unbeknownst to Marie, the comfiest couch here was padded in case of accidents. Drew had never found a woman who'd consented to pee for him, to utterly lose control, ideally all over him, waiting on his permission to go... so the couch was pristine, unused.
He settled atop it and pulled Marie onto his lap.
Marie tried not to wriggle as Drew selected a movie. She'd done this a number of times--she felt safe cuddling with Drew. But this time, she really had to pee. And excusing herself was utterly out of the question. Her pride forbade it.
"What's your safeword?" Drew asked casually.
"Picasso."
"And your warning word?"
"Yellow," Marie said a little breathlessly. She hoped she would be able to keep her underwear white. So far, she hadn't leaked. Hadn't broken the seal. Then Drew placed the mouth of the water bottle against her lips and ordered, "Drink." She didn't want to deny him.
Drew chose an action movie and settled in for two hours of sheer bliss. As Marie wriggled in his lap, he leaned forward and whispered, "Uncomfortable?" He wanted to see if she would admit to needing to pee.
"No," came her stoic response, and he felt her settle against his hard thigh. But her breath caught. So did his. Was he going to do it finally? Was he going to make a woman utterly lose control of herself? He promised he would put her together again afterward, and stroked her arms lightly, until she shivered.
"Something wrong?" he asked later, as she ground hard against him.
"N-no," Marie managed. Men with guns ran around on the large screen ahead of her, but she barely saw them. The all-consuming need to pee kept her eyes blurry. And yet still she couldn't bring herself to ask to use the facilities. It was a strange combination of pride and shyness. She was almost relieved when Drew grabbed her and turned her around. "Something's wrong," he pronounced. "There's something you're not telling me."
Marie tossed her head. "I said I'm fine and I am."
"Hmm." Drew ran a hand down her belly, unfastening her jeans. He dipped one hand into her underwear and pulled it down entirely.
"Wh-what are you doing?" Marie stammered as he undressed her.
"Treating you like the baby you are. Big girls ask for what they need."
Drew pulled out a diaper, relishing Marie's gasp, the blush of humiliation along her cheeks. Would this do it? Would it make her admit she needed the bathroom out loud? But her pride held. Drew tucked the diaper around her crotch and pulled the tapes closed over a very obviously-full bladder. "Need to pee?" he inquired.
"NO," Marie snapped, and settled her padded bottom against him, turning to watch the movie sullenly. In truth, her heart was pounding. This was what she needed--this right here. Control, dominance, a touch of humiliation. Of course she would be allowed to use the bathroom. Drew would break before her. And once he broke, once she sadly won agaisnt him, she would need to find a new man. One who had the dominance to control every aspect of her.
Drew eased the water bottle against Marie's lips again and watched her swallow, felt her waist move from side to side as she sought to escape the now-urgent need to pee. It would come soon--she would leap off his lap and run for the nearest bathroom.
But she didn't.
Marie passed the point of no return when the movie was nearly done. Everything in her twinged, needing release. She felt Drew's hands turn her so that she faced him, and yet all she could do was grimly hold on. If he asked her what she needed, her pride would be too great to admit anything.
"Go," Drew commanded.
"What?" Marie hadn't expected that.
"Pee," he said. "You obviously have to, and I don't want to lose the pleasure of your company even for one second. I command you to go. Now."
"I'm... I don't have to."
"Liar." His hand came up to cup her face, turning it side to side. "Remember how you promised your body was mine? Do you need to use the safe word?"
"No safe word," Marie whispered. By now, she was sweating and her thighs were moving on their own. She crossed them--hard--and stared in defiance. Surely now he would break and take her to the bathroom--she would win this on her own terms. SHE would be in control.
"Very well." Drew folded his arms behind his head, allowing Marie to see his obvious excitement, and waited for the inevitable.
"D-Drew... I can't..."
"Can't what?"
"H-hold it anymore." Just admitting those three words cost Marie a lot, he could see.
"Like I said, babe. Relax. Submit to my will. You have a diaper on, what's to worry about?" He paused, eyes glittering. "Except your pride. Your control. Give it up to me. Give it all up."
Now was the moment. She hung on, desperate gaze flitting to the door. If she ran, she would wet herself anyway--but crucially, she would prove herself unwilling to give in. Drew held his breath.
Marie stayed. First a tiny spurt escaped, and then another. She whimpered, afraid, and that was when Drew rubbed her back. "It's okay," he murmured. "Let go for me. Prove you--everything of you--is at MY beck and command. Wet for me. Now, Marie."
Marie didn't know whether it was his command or her bladder finally giving up, but she released with a moan of "Aaahhh," the relief so intense it made her eyes tear up. Countless drinks seemed to course through her. And yet Marie managed to stop herself, clamping down on the stream with a full-body shudder.
"I can't," she moaned again. What if the diaper leaked all over Drew's freshly-pressed khakis? All over the couch? Marie began to cry, and Drew's hands came up to soothe her. "What if I leak?" she sobbed.
"If you leak, you leak," Drew said pragmatically, although he secretly hoped she would.
"Why are you doing this?" Marie managed.
"I want to dominate every part of you. Every. Part." Drew traced a hand down her, finger dipping into her wet, half-used diaper. "If I say pee, you DO it whether you have protection or not. Whether you're in bed with me, sitting on my lap naked, or in the middle of a dinner party. Do you understand?"
"I ... I don't know if I can," Marie whimpered. But she wanted to. Oh did she want to.
"I'll clean you up afterward just as I would comfort any sub," Drew continued relentlessly. "But you must obey me."
"I... want to," Marie whispered. "I really do." And yet her bladder quivered. Until his hand came up to rub her back.
"It's okay," Drew encouraged, a frown marring his forehead. "Babe, you're going to hurt yourself if you keep withholding. Come on, pee for me. Just let go, hmm? The couch is protected. I need to protect you, now."
"Oh," Marie whimpered, looking down. But Drew forced her head back up.
"Look me in the eyes when you pee," he commanded. One hand held her chin firm. The other stroked her back encouragingly. "Now," he ordered.
Something within Marie gave way for the first time in her life. Her bladder spasmed, and she let go with a gasp. She peed for what seemed like ages, totally soaking the diaper and leaving a circular wet mark on Drew's trousers. And still he smiled at her, urging her on. When she finally stopped, he made a low, pleased sound. "All done?"
"Not... sure. Oh." Another spasm hit, and the last of it came leaking out so that Marie blushed in embarassment. "I've made you all wet..."
"Just the way I like it." Drew scooped her up in his arms, nestling her soaking wet rear end against him. "Gonna go get us cleaned up now, fresh and ready for a long weekend ahead of us."
Marie murmured exhausted assent, letting her forehead droop against his chest as he carried her into the shower. This was going to be a very interesting weekend indeed. One that would make or break them. |
Hello there. I mostly write furry watersports stories over at furaffinity. Recently I wrote this fanfiction story about Monster Musume. I think MM kind of rides the line between furry and non-furry, so perhaps some people here will enjoy it as well.
This story should take place sometime after episode two but before episode four.
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Kimihito stooped low to sweep the last pile of dirt and detritus into his dustpan. Tipping the pan over the bin, he dumped out the contents. The fresh load of dust bunnies, crumbs, hair, feathers, and flaky white scales lazily drifted down to join the rest of the debris he’d already swept up. Taking a step back, he admired his work. The mid-day sunlight filtering through the kitchen windows glittered on a sparklingly-clean tile floor. Satisfied, Kimihito put away the broom and dustpan, setting his eyes on his next obstacle. It was time to scrub the countertop.
After one look at the layer of grime caked onto the granite surface, Kimihito reached under the sink for the heavy-duty cleaning supplies. Sharing his home with three monster girls was taking its toll on his kitchen, thanks to the insane amount of cooking he was tasked with in order to keep them all fed. Not that he complained, Kimihito loved to cook, and now he was getting more practice than ever, but sometimes he just needed a break. Fortunately, today would be a little easier, as there was one less mouth to feed. Cerea had gone away to visit a friend, and she always ate the most. Kimihito often wondered if she had two stomachs, one normal-sized in her human upper half, and one massive one in her horse lower half. It didn’t seem polite to ask.
Thwack… thwack… thwack!
The repeated sound-effect of a tennis racket smacking a ball could be heard coming from the living room, along with the whoosh of beating wings as Papi the harpy dashed back and forth. It was remarkable how a relatively simple game of virtual tennis could keep her busy for hours on end.
“Great job!” Declared the over-enthusiastic voice of the announcer above the stock applause of the crowd, signifying that Papi had just won a match.
“Yayyy!” The harpy cheered. Kimihito smiled to himself as he listened to her while wiping down the countertop. Papi was adorable when she got really into the game, and she was so much more careful while playing nowadays. She hadn’t broken anything, be it a lamp, vase, or TV in over a week.
What Kimihito failed to hear however was the low rumble of scales sliding across the tile floor, stealthily drawing closer. He gasped, dropping his sponge and towel into the sink as two arms closed around his middle, yanking him backwards into a startlingly sudden embrace. “M-Miia!” Kimihito exclaimed. He could feel the lamia’s head brush against his shoulder as she snuggled him, her huge, pillowy-soft breasts thrust against his back, her smooth, snake lower-half coiling about his legs. “Don’t sneak up on me like that!”
“But I wanted to surprise you Darling.” Miia whispered her reply. Though it was around noon she still wore her silky, pink nightgown. “You’re so cute when you’re doing housework, but why don’t you take a break and help keep me warm?”
“If you’re cold, you should put on some clothes.” Kimihito replied, reaching his hand to the edge of the sink, attempting to find some leverage to tug himself free.
“Mmmm, I like this better, Darling.” Miia said, stroking one hand down Kimihito’s arm before latching onto his wrist like a vice. She yanked his hand to her midsection.
“Come on Miia,” Kimihito protested, trying to wrench his hand free, “I don’t have time for this right now.”
“It will only take a minute,” Miia assured him, “I’m heating up already, do you feel it?” She guided his hand down further, pushing his fingers towards her pelvis. Simultaneously, her tail was steadily coiling around his left leg. The bulk of it contracted around his shins to keep him from moving, an effortless task for Miia’s powerful tail muscles. Meanwhile, the tip began probing at his upper thigh. Kimihito got the sense it was feeling around for his groin. “M-Miia… come on. I’m busy.” He stammered, as he tried to brainstorm a way out.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Three short raps at the door gave Kimihito a perfect excuse to escape from Miia’s clutches. Was it the mailman with a package? A door to door salesman? Whoever it was, he owed them for coming to the rescue. He tried to move, but found that Miia’s grip on him had only tightened. She was dragging his hand continuously lower. He felt her skin give way to scales as his fingers reached the point where her snake-half began. Just below the hips, where a human’s legs would start. Yet, in-between she was still smooth and soft, and...wet?
Miia was panting heavily in anticipation, her breath hot on Kimihito’s neck. Her tail jabbed against the front of his pants, searching for a way inside. Feeling its tenacity, Kimihito knew that even a brick wall wouldn’t stop it from getting what it wanted. The time had come for drastic action. With his free hand he grasped the end of Miia’s tail.
“Mmmm...Darling,” Kimihito heard Miia moan into his ear as her breathing quickened. Then with his index finger, he flicked the very tip of the lamia’s appendage. Hard.
“Ohhhh! Darliiiing!” The high-pitched, orgasmic scream rattled the windows. A forceful shiver beginning from the tail rippled through Miia’s body. When her grip slackened for a fraction of a second, Kimihito seized his opportunity to slip free.
“You’re always so forward.” Miia whimpered after him, hiding her blushing cheeks behind her pale hands. “Please Darling, do some gentle foreplay first.” She begged, but he was gone.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
“Coming!” Kimihito yelled, as he raced through the hallway. It wasn’t long before he heard Miia slithering after him. He’d only stunned her. Stopping her advances completely wasn’t so easy. Kimihito reached the door as the rumour of Miia’s scales against the wooden floor grew louder and louder, like an oncoming freight train. He grasped the handle as her tail encircled his right leg. He just barely managed to yank open the door as Miia’s arms grappled his chest.
The sunlight illuminated two figures standing upon the doormat. The first was immediately recognizable by her hip-length black hair, pristine black suit coat, and matching tie. Her black skirt was short, after which her legs were covered only by a pair of dark tights.
“Ms. Smith!” Kimihito exclaimed. “I didn’t realize you were visiting today.” He slapped Miia’s groping hands away and she released him. A surprise visit from Smith was perhaps the only thing able to stop the lamia from acting out. Miia shrunk away as Smith surveyed the two of them, tilting her sunglasses down to eye Kimihito suspiciously.
“Sorry to spoil your fun.” Smith said, and by the knowing smirk she gave afterwards, Kimihito gathered that she’d heard Miia’s scream of pleasure.
“It was nothing like that,” Kimihito mumbled, finding that he could no longer meet Smith’s eye without feeling embarrassed, which would only make him appear more guilty. Instead he turned his attention to the other figure. At first he had taken her to be a human woman, but that was only due to her shape alone. Looking closer he found that this individual, who was about the same height as Smith, was covered from head to toe in fur. A shining, yellow and white coat that was neatly brushed in some places, but mostly ruffled around her shoulders and neck. She had a tail, short and fluffy, that wiggled faintly back and forth behind her. The plaid skirt she wore swayed in response to this, as if caught in a rhythmic breeze.
She also had on a white crop top that was tight enough to burst as it worked to restrain two massive breasts. They looked to be around the same size as Miia’s. When Kimihito met the dog-girl’s brilliantly green eyes, her fluffy ears perked up excitedly from amid the locks of her short, blonde hair. “Hi!” She barked, before jumping onto him.
“This is Kaya.” Smith explained over Kimihito’s scream of surprise. “She got into some trouble at her previous household for playing too rough. So I thought to myself, who do I know that can take a bit of abuse?”
The dog-girl knocked Kimihito down onto the hardwood floor. Straddling his hips, she bent her head down and began licking his face, her tail flicking back and forth happily.
“Master!” She spoke excitedly between licks. “I can’t wait to play together, and cuddle, and learn new tricks, and go to the park, and...” Kaya went on and on as Kimihito endured the licking, tilting his head from side to side to try and escape, but no matter what he did, her tongue found his face.
“Get away from my Darling!” Miia hissed, the noise similar to a kettle spilling over as the lamia’s cold-blooded body somehow seemed to boil with rage. She began whacking Kaya with her tail, but the dog-girl was unperturbed.
Smith only laughed. “No, don’t let her hold you down.” She said, shaking her head as Kimihito flailed. “You have to show her that you’re in charge."
As he lay on the ground, Kimihito found his hips crushed between Kaya’s soft, yet powerful thighs. Her huge breasts were pressed against his chest as her tongue slobbered over his cheeks. “Hey, stop! That tickles.” He said, beginning to laugh uncontrollably. He grabbed the sides of Kaya’s head to get her to stop. She did, and pulled away from his face. Sitting atop his hips, she looked back into his eyes expectantly, her tail pointed towards the ceiling. From this angle, Kimihito noticed a flash of pink around her neck, briefly exposed as her head moved. A necklace? No, it was too big. It was a studded dog collar.
Kimihito sat up, as well as he could with his legs still pinned. “Nice to meet you too.” He said, cautiously. Unsure of what to do next, Kimihito slid his hands to the top of Kaya’s head, and scratched behind her fluffy ears. “Uhh… good girl?”
The effect was immediate. First, Kaya’s ears twitched, then her eyes rolled back as her mouth fell open and a moan escaped from her lips. She thrust her hips against him, throwing him down onto the floor again. This time he found his face buried beneath her breasts.
“Yaaay! Dog pile on master!” There was the click of talons and the flutter of feathers as Papi entered the room to investigate the commotion. With a running start, she dove on top of Kaya. The harpy wasn’t very heavy, but her weight combined with the dog’s was sufficient to force Kimihito’s breath out of his lungs in a long, helpless groan.
Miia was hissing furiously and attempting to bat at any part of Kaya’s body with her tail, while now having to avoid Papi in the process. “Smith! Do something!” Miia yelled, turning her head towards the doorstep. Ms. Smith was bent over with her hands on her knees from laughing so hard. “Get her off of my Darling!” Miia demanded.
Smith smirked before reaching into her suit pocket. She pulled out a small, orange sphere. “Try this.” She said, tossing it casually to Miia.
The ball whirled through the air, and straight into the hands of the confused lamia. When it struck her palm, it compressed slightly.
Squeak!
Kaya sat up at once, throwing Papi off of her back and releasing a gasping Kimihito. Her ears perked up and swiveled to locate the source of the noise. Her eyes locked in on the ball in Miia’s hand and she charged. Miia screamed, throwing the ball over her head so that it bounced off into the dining room. Kaya raced harmlessly past the lamia and after the thing, which squeaked with every bounce. Then, there was a thundering crash followed by a tinkling of glass that may have been something expensive in the china cabinet.
Kimihito winced as he staggered to his feet. By the time he finished dusting himself off, Kaya returned with the ball in her mouth. He braced himself to be jumped on once more, but instead, Kaya kneeled down in front of Miia. She dropped the toy onto the floor, panting and smiling up at the lamia, wordlessly begging her to throw it again.
“Don’t have anything to say for yourself, huh? You nearly suffocated my Darling!” Miia commented, glaring at Kaya with deepest loathing before rounding on Smith. “What made you think it was a good idea to bring her here?”
“She’ll fit in just fine.” Ms. Smith said, trying to wave away Miia’s concerns, but only receiving a mutinous look in response. “Once Darling establishes dominance, she won’t play as rough.”
“Establishes what?!” Miia demanded.
“Which reminds me,” Smith continued, ignoring the fact that Miia looked ready to strike. From her pocket she retrieved a bundle of blue, nylon cord with shining buckles at one end. A leash. “You’ll be needing this.” She said, with a smirk and a mischievous glint from behind her glasses.
***
“Throw it!” Kaya repeated again and again, and Papi obliged. A full hour after Kaya’s initial drop-off and the harpy had yet to tire from playing fetch with her. All the while Kimihito spent wiping down the countertop, the table, and the stovetop he heard the drumroll of Kaya’s footsteps as she chased the ball, occasionally followed by the crash of her running into a wall or knocking something over. She only paused briefly to venture out into the kitchen to ask Kimihito for some water. The first time he’d filled the glass and held it out for her, only for her to lean over and messily slurp it out of the glass with her tongue, sloshing a large amount of liquid onto the floor. After having to wipe up the mess, Kimihito opted to hold the glass over the sink for Kaya instead.
She seemed grateful, but didn’t linger in the kitchen, thanks to Miia’s patrols. The lamia had appointed herself as Kimihito’s bodyguard in case Kaya tried to jump on him again. Though at other times she slithered away to “pace” angrily in the hallway. Kimihito knew that she just needed time to adjust to a new girl in the house. It had been the same way with Papi and Centorea. At the very least, Kaya’s introduction had killed Miia’s mood from earlier, allowing Kimihito to get more housework done without worrying about being grabbed from behind.
He scraped the last bit of grime from the countertop and admired the dazzlingly clean surface. How long that would last with yet another mouth to feed, he didn’t know. He didn’t bask in the pride of a job well done for long though. Thinking about dinner had reminded him that he wasn’t done yet. Begrudgingly, he turned his eyes to the insurmountable mountain of dishes, pots and pans piled high beside the sink. He sighed, grabbed a sponge and a dish towel and set to work.
“Master?”
Kimihito craned his neck to the right, and spotted Kaya entering the kitchen. Her yellow fur was ruffled in numerous places from racing around playing fetch with Papi. In fact, she was still visibly panting between breaths as she brushed her hair out of her eyes.
“Oh? Do you need some more water?” Kimihito asked, setting down the bowl he was cleaning and picking up the last clean glass in the house. But Kaya shook her head, wincing faintly as Kimihito turned on the faucet to fill the glass.
Kaya gestured towards the sliding glass door. “I need to go outside.”
“Oh? You want to go cool off outside?” Kimihito put down the glass and dried his hands. “Sure, I can show you around the yard. I could use some fresh air as well.” He strode to the door, unlocked it and slid it open, taking a step outside. A light breeze rippled through his hair as he glanced back to find Kaya still standing in the kitchen, awkwardly.
“Come on out.” He said, beckoning her forward with his hand, but in response she blushed and looked down at the floor, not moving an inch. “What’s up?” He questioned.
“The leash…” Kaya mumbled.
“Huh?”
“You have to put the leash on me first.”
“Oh?” Kimihito walked back inside, looking at Kaya quizzically. The leash lay coiled up on the kitchen table, as he’d left it after receiving it from Smith. At the time he’d wondered if it was a joke, but Kaya seemed quite serious. “Well… if it’s what you want.” He said, picking up the thing. At the jingle of the buckles, Kaya tilted her head up, exposing the pink collar around her neck. Her legs swayed and bounced a little, Kimihito wondered if this was in anticipation as he brought the leash closer and hooked it onto the collar with a click. Kaya shivered and nuzzled her cheek against his hand. He felt grateful that Miia wasn’t nearby, as she would surely complicate things if she walked in on them doing this. He wasn’t about to wait for her to show up either.
“Alright, come on.” He said, tugging softly on the leash as he led the way out into the yard. Kaya blushed, but this time she followed obediently. She sighed as she stepped out into the yard. “Feeling better?” Kimihito asked.
Kaya nodded, before walking along the brick walkway to a patio of multi-colored stones. Kimihito held the leash high to avoid it getting tangled on the wooden lounge chairs or the grill. He felt strange just standing there holding the end of the leash, so he tried to strike up some casual conversation. He’d have to get to know Kaya better at some point if he was going to be a good host. “So do you like playing with Papi?”
Kaya turned her head and showed a radiant smile. “Oh yeah, she’s my best friend!”
“Already?” Kimihito laughed. “Well I guess you two were having a lot of fun.” Kimihito watched as Kaya stepped out of the patio to sniff around at a number of chest-high, leafy bushes that lined the wall of his house. “How do you feel about Miia?” He asked, cautiously.
“She doesn’t seem to like me so much,” Kaya responded, solemnly. Kimihito wasn’t about to disagree with her on that point. “But I want to be her friend too!” Kaya added, her upbeat nature shining through. Kimihito noticed that her tail had stopped wagging, but it looked like her rear was still wiggling, and her legs shaking whenever she stopped walking for too long.
“So you just want to be friends with everyone you meet, huh?” Kimihito noted, choosing not to draw too much attention to Kaya’s strange movements. “I suppose that’s a nice way to go through life.”
“I hope so!” Kaya responded optimistically, “But I know that I can be too much for some people. I’m trying to get better at it. I just need someone to train me better. I think that-” But whatever thoughts Kaya was about to share were lost when she reached the end of her leash. She gagged as the collar pulled on her neck.
“Sorry!” Kimihito loosened his grip on the coil of leash to give it some slack. Kaya hardly seemed bothered once she was able to breathe normally again. She simply waited for Kimihito to catch up with her before walking any further.
“Y-yeah… training.” Kimihito mumbled as a response to what Kaya had said. Was it going to fall on him to train Kaya to handle social interactions better? Did he need to keep her from jumping on everyone else she met?
“Oh! These are nice!” Kaya exclaimed upon discovering Kimihito’s flower bed. Separated from the rest of the yard by a circle of bricks creating a half-inch high barrier, the flower garden was the colorful jewel of Kimihito’s yard. There were yellow star-shaped flowers, sweet smelling purple flowers, tiny white flowers that seemed to crop up in rough soil that other flowers wouldn’t touch, and tall red blossoms that reached towards the clouds.
“Yeah, you like it?” Kimihito asked, watching as Kaya stooped low to sniff at a few of the vibrantly colorful petals. “Cerea helped me plant them. You haven’t met her yet, but she’s nice. We thought it would be good to bring some life to the yard. You know, balance out the green with some other colors.”
“Oh. Is that who I’m smelling all over this yard?” Kaya asked.
“I guess?” Kimihito replied, not fully understanding, but guessing that being part dog gave Kaya a heightened sense of smell.
“Well anyway. I think the flowers are great!” Kaya commented. Then she gestured towards the center of the flower garden, looking up at Kimihito. “May I, master?”
Kimihito realized that Kaya had reached the end of her leash again. He guessed that she probably was asking if she could get closer, or perhaps if she was allowed to touch the flowers. “Oh, sure. Go ahead.” He answered, stepping closer to give the leash more slack. Immediately, Kaya stepped into the ring of luscious plants, treading on a few bulbs by the edges.
“Hey what are you-” Kimihito began as he watched Kaya crouch down amidst the petals. Bending her knees, she lowered into a squat, grabbing the hem of her skirt and lifting it up to her waist. A half-second later, there came the hiss of liquid splashing onto the soil and Kaya let out a soft, high-pitched sigh of relief.
“K-Kaya! What do you think you’re doing?” Kimihito demanded.
“Hmm?” She said, turning her head to look at him. “Not much, just peeing.” She answered, entirely nonchalant, over the sound of her urine drenching the dirt, flowers and leaves. “Haahhh… Master I think you gave me way too much water.”
Kimihito was in disbelief at her casual attitude, unsure whether to glare at her and scold her, or avert his eyes.“I can see that.” He said, “But why are you doing it out here? Go inside and use the toilet!” He tried to yank on her leash to pull her away, but this time she resisted, maintaining her squat. She did however let out a light moan that didn’t seem related to her relief as the collar pulled on her neck. Though when she saw the look Kimihito was giving her, she simply tilted her head at him in confusion, as if he were the one acting strange.
“You said I could. How is anyone supposed to know I live here unless I spread my scent around?”
Kimihito didn’t know how to respond. “Spread her scent around?” He wondered. So Kaya operated like a regular dog when it came to going to the bathroom? He now realized what she’d meant by asking him to take her outside. He surmised from her attitude that this must just be what she was used to. He watched Kaya’s short tail slowly climb higher, up and out of the way as a glistening pool of urine formed atop the dirt, expanding and dripping down onto the bricks that lined the flower bed. He saw that around Kaya’s butt, her fur was white, and shaped almost like a heart. Clearly, she hadn’t been wearing underwear all day. Kimihito couldn’t help but think back to how she’d sat on his hips in the hallway with this new information in mind.
It was difficult to see through the flowers, especially with Kaya at a lower angle, but he could definitely hear her stream still going strong. Her grinning face and relaxed figure conveyed enough about the level of pleasure she was feeling. Kimihito reasoned that if this was what was comfortable for her, then he’d just have to allow it, though he needed to look into whether or not it was safe for his plants to get so much extra water.
“So yeah,” Kaya spoke, tossing back her hair and sighing as she went on relieving herself. “I like the smell of these big flowers, and these little ones are sweet too.” She pointed out a few samples that were out of range of her deluge, continuing the conversation from earlier completely uninhibited. “But now everyone will notice my scent too, and know that I belong here.”
***
Miia’s thin face was squashed against the window, the glass steamed with the hot breaths of rage she exhaled through her nose. “Rub her face in it!” She wanted to shout to Darling as he just stood there, watching idly while that dirty dog-girl defaced their yard and used their flower garden as a toilet. But Darling didn’t shove Kaya’s fluffy-eared head into the muddy piss puddle. He didn’t whip her with the leash, or whack her with a rolled-up newspaper. In fact, when Kaya finished peeing, shook herself dry and approached him, he patted her on the head.
Miia couldn’t watch anymore. Her world was spinning as she tore herself away from the window. When had Darling ever patted her head like that? She slithered back and forth across her room, crossing her arms. Why had Darling just sat there and watched, why hadn’t he put an end to it sooner? Did he like watching girls piss or something?
Miia stopped dead.
It all made sense. No wonder Darling kept resisting her advances. She hadn’t found the right way to turn him on, and now that dog-girl had clumsily stumbled her way into discovering her Darling’s secret fetish! Miia’s tail thrashed with anger. Kaya might have gotten lucky, but two could play at this game. She slithered to the bathroom so quickly that her thrashing scales nearly lit the carpet on fire. Turning on the sink and cupping her hands, she began gulping down mouthful after mouthful of water. It was cold, and sent shivers through her body as it entered her stomach, but Miia was determined to fill herself up.
***
“Miiiia… come on, won’t you play one game with me?” Papi whined, shoving a controller in the lamia’s face for the umpteenth time.
“I said, no!” Miia hissed. She sat on the couch in the living room, her tail coiled up on the floor, and her bladder bulging out of the lowest part of her human half as it struggled to hold back a metric fuck-ton of piss. It had first started really aching a half hour ago, but she wanted to hold it longer. She wanted to give Darling a show he’d never forget.
“But you said you would earlier!” Papi complained, frowning, her blue-feathered wings flapping dejectedly on either side of her petite form, one taloned foot stomping on the ground.
“Only so you’d leave me alone.” Miia muttered under her breath. Her tail twitched somewhat as pressure seemed to mount in her bladder in response to her annoyance.
“Play… play…” Papi jabbed the controller into Miia’s arm with each word. “Play… play...‘
“Alright!” Miia groaned. “Just one game, ok? Then leave me alone.”
“Yaay!” Papi flapped her wings excitedly, the ensuing gust of wind messing up Miia’s red hair and knocking a book off of the nearby coffee table.
“Ok, you serve first.” Papi explained, once Miia had slithered up closer to the TV screen. Somehow her bladder felt even more full when she was upright rather than sitting down. Who thought games that required you to move around were a good idea? She wondered as she raised the rectangular controller over her head and swung. On the screen, her character’s racket collided with the tennis ball and sent it soaring across the court. Papi lunged to the right with her controller, jabbing Miia in the abdomen through her short, blue skirt while swinging to return the serve.
“Oww!” Miia groaned as her bladder shuddered from the impact. She tightened her hold, as the ocean of processed water came dangerously close to leaking out. On-screen, the ball bounced right past her character.
“Miia! You’re supposed to hit the ball back.”
“Yes, I know how to play tennis.” Miia replied through gritted teeth. The next time the ball came her way, she swatted it back across the court. Then, wrapping her tail around Papi’s leg she tripped her right as the ball went by.
“Miia!”
“Now we’re even.” Miia replied, smugly, while rubbing a hand over her strained bladder.
Miia geared up to swing the controller again, but stopped when she saw Kaya enter the room out of her peripheral vision. The dog-girl glanced at the TV, but didn’t show much interest. She appeared to be simply strolling through the living room on her way to the kitchen. Miia’s grip on the controller tightened, nearly to the point of snapping the plastic when she noticed that Kaya was carrying the blue, nylon leash in her mouth. Miia slithered after the canine, dropping her controller onto the carpet, much to Papi’s disappointment.
“Will you take me outside again, master?” Miia heard Kaya ask, her voice muffled as she held her head high to offer the leash to Kimihito. Miia peeked at them from behind the entrance to the kitchen.
“Yeah, sure.” He replied with a smile. “I need to wait for these to dry anyway.” He gestured at the stack of clean dishes stacked neatly in the sink. “Maybe you can help me put them away when we come back in.”
Then, as she watched her Darling buckle the leash to Kaya’s collar, and push open the sliding door, Miia slithered into the room. “Oh Darling, will you let me come outside too.”
They both stared at her before Kimihito spoke. “Huh? What for?”
“I really really have to pee Darling.” Miia said, holding her hands to her bladder and wriggling her tail back and forth across the spotless kitchen floor. She waited for some sort of sparkle in his eye or blush on his face to betray his arousal. What she got instead was a chuckle and the shake of his head.
“Miia, you’re not a dog-girl. You still have to use the toilet.”
Damn. Miia thought. The one flaw in my plan. Ok, come up with something on the spot. “B-but Darling,” she stammered for time until an excuse came to her. “The toilet is broken! I meant to tell you earlier, but I forgot.”
“Broken?” He replied.
“Yep! The water isn’t filling up anymore and it’s making funny noises, I don’t want to go near it.” Miia mentally congratulated herself for thinking something up quickly. She was happy to see that, judging by his expression, Kimihito believed her.
“Again? I need to go check it out.” He said, and made to step away from the door before Kaya planted an arm firmly on his shoulder. “Master I need to go outside right now.” It didn’t look like she was exaggerating. Kaya’s tail had stopped dead, but her wiggling hips were making up for the lost motion. She was shifting her weight from one leg to the other, tapping her feet in a comical pee-dance.
Witnessing that display happening above the tile floor he’d spent all morning cleaning clearly convinced Kimihito to abandon his plan. Rather than investigating the toilet, he hastened the desperate dog-girl outside. Miia crept along behind.
The afternoon was fading, with dusk creeping in on the horizon. The side of the house seemed to glow orange as it caught the last light of the setting sun. The grass, similarly, looked golden in hue. A cool breeze caused Miia to shiver. She felt especially exposed without panties beneath her skirt, but she wasn’t about to head back inside. She had important work to do.
Kaya wasted no time at all. Hardly bothering to sniff around the way she had before, she darted straight towards the first available patch of grass, dragging Kimihito helplessly after her. The second her feet touched the lawn, she dropped into a low squat. A heavy stream of urine sprayed the ground beneath her with the sound of a garden hose.
“Ahhh…” Kaya sighed, holding the back of her skirt up off the ground with her raised tail. “That was a close call. Thank you, master.” She tilted her head towards him, clearly begging to be petted.
Pathetic. Miia thought as she slithered past this display. But she couldn’t hide the fact that the sounds of Kaya’s release caused the pain in her own bladder to spike to impossible levels. She bit her lip, holding her hands to her groin as she looked for the perfect spot. She had to make sure the lighting was good enough for Darling to see everything, but she was fighting a losing battle to hold back the raging river. She gasped as she felt a trail of warm liquid trickling down her scales. But just in time she reached the flower bed, the same spot Kaya had drained herself upon earlier. The ground was still sodden with dog pee, her nostrils could detect the stale odor, but it was no matter.. She was about to wash it all away and show her Darling what a lamia’s bladder was capable of.
Miia swiftly pulled her skirt up, exposing the opening at the very bottom of her human half as she allowed the dam to break. A thick jet of daffodil-yellow liquid blasted forward with a hiss that rivaled what her own voice was capable of. The tightly-pressurized column of fluid glinted in the dying sunlight before crashing down into the flower bed. It spattered leaves, tore petals from stems, and muddied the dirt in one unstoppable onslaught.
If Kaya was gushing onto the ground like a garden hose, Miia was flooding the flower bed like a fire hydrant. She would have bet money that even Centorea couldn’t compete.
“Ooohhhhhhh…Ooooohhhhh....Ahhh….” Her sighs and moans of relief rolled from her lips. Perhaps she embellished these a little to get her Darling’s attention. Though, the sputtering, splattering stream was more than capable of rousing the whole neighborhood on its own.
“Miia! You’re-” Kimihito began, as if he were about to scold her, but his inflection softened as he took in the immense power of her stream. “What… How is that even possible?”
“Impressed, Darling?” Miia beamed, tilting her head and trying to look as cute as possible while her piss stream ravaged the flower bed.
Kimihito opened his mouth, but Miia never heard his reply, because it was silenced by a harsh, guttural growl from the dog-girl. Kaya was back on her feet, glaring at Miia as her tail stiffened.
“Hey!” She shouted, in a voice entirely devoid of her usual playfulness. “That’s my spot!”
By the change in behavior, Miia could only assume Kaya was referring to the fact that her scent was being washed off of the flower bed with every wave of urine she pumped out. Unintimidated by the growl, Miia actually relished in Kaya’s annoyance.
“Oops, Guess it’s mine now.” She teased. Then, she swayed her hips from side to side tauntingly, sending the streaming jet of urine wide to cover every inch of the flower bed. Already, the yellow puddle of lamia urine had become too much for the soil to absorb. In numerous places, rivers of it were leaking out onto the surrounding bricks, carrying the flower petals and leaves knocked loose in the carnage. Even when it all dried up, her bitter scent would be impossible to wash away. “When I’m done it will be mine forever, just like Darling!” She shouted.
“Fine, have it!” Kaya fired back, turning away in disgust, “I’ll just take this instead.” Miia watched as the dog-girl stomped over to the patio. Kimihito tried to resist, but Kaya moved with such strength that the end of the leash was ripped from his hand. She reached the patio and hoisted up her skirt, before squatting down over the center of the stone surface.”
“Hey!” Miia hissed. ”That’s where I sunbathe!”
“No wonder it smells bad,” Kaya replied, continuing with the uncharacteristically callous attitude. “I’ll fix it.” She sighed and at once began darkening the stones with a deluge of dog piss. The stiffness in her tail faded, and it began wagging happily behind her once more. The splattering of urine on stone was loud enough to echo off the sides of neighboring houses. It was louder even than what Miia was pumping out. Enraged, Miia was forced to abandon the flower bed. Stopping her stream as quickly as if she’d put a cork in it, she slithered across the grass. She didn’t head towards Kaya and the patio though. No, she had a better idea.
Miia drew level with the exterior wall of the house, picking a spot right beside the sliding glass door that led back into the kitchen. She braced a hand against the clapboard siding, lifting her skirt with the other. Then, she simply allowed her bladder to get back to work, and began coating the small section of white wall with her own yellow paint. She found that she had to back away slightly, as the splash-back from pissing on this surface seemed particularly violent. She sighed as the pressure in her bladder eased, but this was no longer just about relief.
“Looks like the house is all mine.” She gloated, swaying her tail to direct her upper half back and forth, spreading the stream wide in a more even coat. The yellow lamia urine dripped down and pooled along the walkway, finding its way into the cracks between the bricks. “Guess you’ll have to sleep outside, huh dog-breath?”
Kaya laughed over the combined splashing of both streams raging at full force. “You can’t claim something that big just by peeing on a tiny part of it.” She chided. “Stop pretending you know how to mark territory.”
“What are you two doing?!” Kimihito shouted. Miia wondered if he’d simply been too dumbstruck by the sheer insanity of a pissing contest happening right in front of him to say anything until now. “My flowers, my patio, my house. What’s next?” He questioned both girls, looking sternly at them.
Miia stared right back at him. Her Darling. Her whole world, her future husband. Kaya could have the yard, hell she could have the whole house, so long as that human belonged to her. Miia stopped her stream and glanced at Kaya. Their eyes met. Lamia weren’t mind readers, but somehow Miia knew that they were both thinking the exact same thing.
At once, they charged him. Kaya’s sprinting legs carried her faster than Miia’s tail could move. The dog-girl skidded to a halt a foot away from Kimihito, turned to the side and hiked one leg up, taking aim at his feet. “Kaya no!” He screamed.
“Just a little splash to make you mine, master!” She panted. This quick explanation gave Miia enough time to catch up. She smacked Kaya aside with the bulk of her tail, sending her sprawling on the ground, piss sprayed the grass, but narrowly missed its intended target.
“Hold still, Darling!” Miia ordered, facing Kimihito and lifting up her skirt. But just as she began to open the dam once more, a kick sent her flailing to the ground, her urine splattering harmlessly onto the grass.
“Ok, not your shoes, but at least let me get your leg?” Kaya begged. Miia watched her circling around Kimihito looking for a good angle. Just as she started to raise her leg again, Miia used her tail to snag Kaya by the foot and drag her screaming to the ground.
“You stay away from my Darling!” Miia shouted. But the victory was short-lived.
“I’ll make him mine!” Kaya sprung from the ground, urine streaming down her legs, forgetting to stop the flow in her rage. She tackled the lamia. Miia felt the dog-girl’s head collide with her midsection, immediately causing her to lose control of her own bladder.
***
Kimihito watched as the two girls rolled on the grass, grappling with each other, piss flying, hair being pulled, outfits being torn. This had all gotten way out of hand. It was time to put a stop to this before someone got seriously hurt.
“Hey!” He yelled, taking a few steps towards them. What could he possibly say to get them to stop? Stop fighting? Knock it off? None of those really carried any conviction. Fortunately, it turned out he didn’t need to say anything at all. There was a sudden rustling in the grass directly in front of him. The rippling pattern through the grass made him think of a snake. Not a lamia, but a real garden snake. That was, until he saw its blue color.
The leash was racing across the grass, as Miia and Kaya’s fighting pulled at one end. But where’s the other end? Kimihito wondered, seeing all slack pulled out of the cord. Then, he felt a hard tug on his foot. Oh.
“Master!”
“Darling!”
The two fighting girls released their grip on each other at once when Kimihito fell backward and came crashing down onto the ground.
Kimihito groaned as he sat up. Stupid leash, he thought as he kicked the blue loop off of his foot. There was a sharp pain in the back of his neck, making him wonder if he’d landed on a rock.
“Darling I’m sorry!” Miia said, offering a hand to help Kimihito to his feet. “I should have been by your side protecting you, not fighting!”
“Master, it’s all my fault!” Kaya cried, holding out her own hand. “The leash was tied to me so I made you fall. Please let me make it up to you.”
“Relax, both of you. I’m still alive.” Kimihito said, taking both hands and allowing the two girls to pull him to his feet together. When they did, he looked at each of them in turn. “Now listen, you two are going to have to learn to get along before someone gets seriously injured.”
“But she…” Miia began to interrupt, but Kimihito cut her off. He wasn’t about to let the fight happen all over again.
“No buts.” He said. “I don’t want to hear any more fighting about who claims what. We all share this house.” He looked at them. Miia was still frowning, breathing rapidly through her nose, not yet over her rage. Meanwhile Kaya’s lip was quivering, and tears were welling in her eyes. Kimihito remarked that her first day in a new place might have contributed to her snapping at Miia. At the same time, Miia needed her own time to adjust to a new girl in the house. It was just her personality. What they both needed most of all was time, and perhaps a filling meal to help smooth things over.
Kimihito reached out with both hands and patted each girl on the head. Kaya tried to stifle a moan as she nuzzled her head into his hand. Conversely, Miia seemed to shy away, as if melting beneath his touch into a blushing, whimpering mess.
“To settle this whole thing,” he began after a while, turning to show both girls that the back of his shirt, pants, and even his hair was drenched from falling into the combined puddle that had been pissed around him. “I think you both got me.”
“Sure you don’t want just a little more from me, master?” Kaya asked, smiling as she finished wiping the tears from her eyes.
“Quite sure,” Kimihito replied. “Let’s get back inside, it’s time to make dinner. And I think I’ll put you both to work to make up for things.”
Kimihito opened the sliding door and led the way back into the kitchen, grateful that the ordeal was over.
HSSSSssssssssssssss
“Miia?” He turned to glance at her, only to find that she was simply trying to readjust her hair, and definitely not hissing at anybody. No, the sound was almost certainly running water. Had he left the sink on that whole time?
Kimihito looked towards the sink only to find the round butt of a certain blue-feathered harpy on full display.
“P-Papi?!” He stammered.
She was perched on the edge of the sink, talons clenched on the basin, with her large wings folded neatly at her sides. Her petite form was positioned in a low squat, and from between her legs Kimihito spotted a thin, pale-yellow stream trickling into the sink, directly onto the stack of clean dishes he’d left to dry. Kimihito fell to his knees as he watched the harpy’s spraying urine drizzle onto every polished plate and glittering glass.
“Ahh…” Papi sighed, gently, before gradually turning her head and noticing the others watching in horror. “Oh, hi!” She said with a shy, but unapologetic, blushing smile. “Papi overheard that the toilet was broken.”
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Long time reader, first time posting. I really hope you enjoy the story!
I could hear my twin sister, Amy, and her friends giggling in the bathroom as I passed by with my plate of pizza one hand and a cup of coke in the other, making a b-line for my room before I got snatched up and was given a makeover. At 5’11, you’d think an 18 year old guy would be able to overpower a group of 5’5 and under 18 year old girls, but they were like piranhas with charisma. Just as I passed the bathroom littered with 5 teenage girls, I felt my bladder twinge. I didn’t really have to pee quite yet, just an inkling, and that definitely wasn't enough to convince me to kick them out just so I could pee. They’ll move out of there eventually, I can wait.
In the moment of hesitation and slight cross of my legs at the twinge, I glanced inside the restroom, and caught my sister’s friend Caroline staring at me. She looks me over and almost raises an eyebrow, but I start walking to my room faster out of embarrassment.
Caroline was a gorgeous girl, always had been. I had a crush on her the first day she came over to visit my sister. She had long blonde hair that she recently dyed a bright red, and brown, piercing eyes. Every time she looked at you, you felt naked, and you might as well be. She was scarily good at figuring out exactly what you were thinking. I started avoiding her the second I figured that out.
In the safety of my room I pressed play on the crappy horror movie that was playing in the background as I sat at my desk. I unpaused the equally awful game I had snatched for a couple cents on steam. An hour or so of corny screams and farming later, my coke was empty and the last few bites of my pizza had gone cold. At this point, the coke was settling into my bladder, and the twinges grew stronger and more pressing. My leg began bouncing over the effort of holding back, and I decided maybe this was a good time to check and see if the girls had migrated away from the bathroom.
I could hear giggles as I walked down the hallway. That was not a good sign. I turned towards the bathroom and my fears were confirmed. Two girls sat in the bathtub, my sister sat on the counter, and Caroline sat on the close-lid toilet. I clear my throat to get Amy’s attention, and she shoots me a look that I just know means “What do you want?”
I feel myself blush already, and decide to get through this as quickly as possible. I feel Caroline’s eyes on me and make a point to keep mine off her.
“Come on, Amy, you have a room. Why are you hogging the bathroom. I need to shower.” I lie, shifting from side to side.
“You can go right ahead…” one of Amy’s friends in the tub giggles and Amy tosses a toilet paper towel roll.
“Gross Jess, that's my brother. You really need to go get laid.” The girl who I assume is Jess turns pink and I hear what I know to be Caroline’s laugh. It distracts me for a moment and I miss what Amy says next.
“...What?”
“Oh my god, Nick, I know you dont have a brain but I didn’t realize you didn’t have ears either. I said that we just painted our toenails. We’re not going anywhere until they dry, I don’t want them to get messed up.” She stares at me, daring me to plead. I won’t give her that. I roll my eyes and glance once more towards Caroline. Am I crazy, or is she staring at my lower abdomen as I shift back and forth? She glances back up at me and I swear I can see her blush. I stand as still as I can.
“Forget it.” I snip, quickly making my way back to my room and shutting the door behind me. I flop onto the bed, wincing at this bad decision as the water sloshes around in my gut. I groan and bring a knee up into me until it passes.
I click play on the next movie, not even caring what it's about as I grumble, lying my arm over my face and waiting until I can hear giggling going into the next room.
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I awake to the sound of my door creaking open, suddenly way too aware of how uncomfortably full my bladder is. I must’ve fallen asleep while waiting for the girls to leave the bathroom. I am still half asleep as someone slips into bed beside me, a slender hand running down my chest and pausing above my bladder. I shift uncomfortably just as the hand presses hard. I groan as a spurt of pee escapes into my boxers, and the person attached to the hand quickly places the other over my mouth.
“Shhhh, we wouldn’t want anyone to hear you, would we?” The female voice whispers into my ear and I shiver. Was that…?
My thought process is interrupted as once again she presses against my bladder, this time with even more vigor. Somehow, I manage to stop the larger spurt, not before the thigh of my sweatpants soaks up all of the liquid, darkening the grey fabric. The warm sensation begs me to keep going, to empty my bladder right there, but I manage to hold back. My breath is heavy as the hand is removed, and I can hear hers get heavy for what I imagine are other reasons. I sigh with relief as her other hand is pulled away from my bladder. A little more awake by this point, my eyes are starting to adjust to the dark. I can’t quite see her face as she shifts and moves beside me, but suddenly she rolls to the side and straddles over my waist.
The pressure of her sitting on my bladder almost is too much to handle, and another spurt further wets my pants. I grunt, making a point to suppress too loud of a noise as my hands go around her to squeeze my dick in an attempt to stop leaking. The girl on my lap giggles, her hips shifting over my abdomen in excitement. Moving over my bladder is not helping my predicament, and I whimper a quiet but desperate plea for her to stop, and she leans closer to me to respond. Before she can, I finally get a good look at her face. “..Caroline?” I say with surprise, cut off as Caroline meets her lips to mine. My shirt rides up as she wiggles and I can now feel that she’s only in her underwear, and I can feel the warm wetness soaking through them as she gently grinds against my stomach.
The initial shock settles and my long-awaited desires take over my actions, momentarily overriding my need to empty my bladder. My hand releases my shaft and joins the other as I slide my hand over the curve of her hips and waist. Her lower abdomen pokes out more than usual, and as I brush over it she shivers, stopping her grinding to press her womanhood hard against me. She isn’t quite quick enough as I feel my stomach get warm and wet, her bladder giving out for a second. The feeling makes me have to pee even more but also causes me to harden, stopping any more leaks for the time being. Her nails dig into my shoulders in her attempts to stop the leaks, and she gently moans as she does. Caroline kisses me again, my erection brushing over the exposed skin of her ass. She smiles through the kiss, reaching behind her and squeezing me through my sweatpants. I have to put my arm over my mouth to keep from moaning too loudly, a movement that seems to excite Caroline further. She holds herself with her other hand, kissing my neck before letting go of both of us just long enough to slide my shirt over my head. She kisses down my stomach, her nails gently running down my now bare torso, covering me with goosebumps. My hand tangles itself in her hair and I tilt my head back, in pure bliss until she kisses right below my belly button and looks up as me mischievously. Before I have time to prepare, she bites her lip and presses firmly on my bladder. I grunt, curling in on myself a little as a full stream bursts out of my tip, audibly hissing into the fabric.
“No, not yet…” Caroline commands, quickly wrapping her delicate fingers around my member and squeezing to cut off the flow. It tapers off, but not before my entire lap is soaked. Caroline watched as the last bit of liquid darkens my sweatpants, her eyes spark with hunger as she slowly strips away my soaked pants and boxers. The air quickly cools my dampened skin, sprouting goosebumps, warming again as she rewraps her hands around my shaft, running her thumb in circles just underneath my tip. My grasp on her hair tightens as I am once again lulled into a false sense of security, blinded by the fact that Caroline, the Caroline I‘ve been in love with since fifth grade is in my bed with her hand wrapped around my-
I lurch forward as she suddenly presses the hardest she has so far directly on my lower abdomen, causing a spurt, no longer blocked by the soaked fabric of my sweatpants, to hit Caroline directly on the chest. Caroline squeaks and squeezes me tightly with her free hand, managing to stop the spurt from continuing to hit her in the chest. I turn bright red, whispering desperate apologies, but Caroline straddles back over me and presses me into a hungry kiss halfway through my apology. Her bra is soaked in my urine, warm and wet against my chest. She breaks the kiss only long enough to remove it, pressing her body against me. I can feel her nipples against my skin, and the extra presence of a barbell through both of them. I had gotten a glimpse of her nipples through her shirt on a couple occasions, and I had guessed that she had pierced them recently, but I wasn’t trying to lurk to figure out. Besides, this was a much more satisfying way to confirm my suspicions.
Caroline rocks her hips side to side over my hips, her underwear so wet with a mixture of pee and juices that they leak onto my shaft, a few times grazing her entrance as it peeks through her extremely revealing underwear. Each time it does it takes every fiber of my being to not thrust upwards as hard as I can, my need to pee the last thing on my mind right now. She pants breathlessly on my neck and stops moving just as my tip is teasing her entrance. For a second I think she’s going to lower herself onto me, but instead she whimpers, and then I feel her leak onto me. As the liquid trails down my shaft, I groan, and before she even has time to stop the leak I wrap my arms tightly around her waist and pull her down onto me as I thrust upwards. She cries out, muting the sound by biting my shoulder. She gasps as I trust again, pulling out just far enough that I can hear and feel a new found gush of urine down my shaft, soaking my sheets in seconds.
“P-please… hang on, wait… I.. oh!”
She pleads, the begging only encouraging my hunger, almost deafened by the feeling of Caroline writing in my arms. Her begging quickly ends, replaced by her gasps and gentle modes, tight around my shaft in a futile attempt to stop her waters. As soon as she does seem to gain control, I slide my hands to her hips, pulling her down on me harshly as my thumbs press into her still full bladder. She moans, seeming to ignore her own plea for quiet, propping herself up with her hands on my chest. Her nails press into me, and as I pull back out she again floods my lap, stopping only as I thrust back into her, corking her back up. I do this a couple more times, my sheets soaked by the time her stream starts to die down. I think she's empty until I feel her walls twitch around me as she sits up and tilts her head back, her arms trembling. She hums as I realize that she is having an orgasm; I dig my fingertips harder into her hips, dragging her down onto me with each thrust. As the orgasm subsides the remaining waters pour out onto my lap, and she falls forward back onto my chest.
“You bastard..” She whimpers between thrusts, her hand slipping under her stomach and clawing into my bladder. I groan, unable to hold back any more leaks as I finally burst, my hand grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her roughly to the side. She purrs excitedly, rocking her hips over me even faster. I keep my grip tight on her hair, my bladder sore as it finally releases hours worth of liquids, mixing with the puddle of Carolines that I’m already lying in.
Just as I tense and am almost over the edge, she pulls me out of her. I gasp, unable to stop the flood spraying out of me. Caroline positions herself so my unrelenting spray hits right on her clit. She purrs until the stream dies down, and as soon as it does, she drops her hips back down on me, slipping me back inside of her. I immediately thrust up as far as I can, getting faster and harder until Caroline is whimpering in my grasp. I start to see stars as I feel cum travel down my shaft. Caroline whimpers something along the lines of “wait-” just as I make one final thrust, moaning as I cum inside of her. I hold her tight against me as she's filled with my seed, eventually coming back down to earth enough to release my grip on her. She huffs, leaning down and placing one more kiss on my lips.
“Worth the wait. Until next time.” She purrs into my ear. I hear her gasp as she slides me out of her, and when she stands I can see my seed drip down her inner thighs. She bends over right in front of me to pick up her soaked bra and saunters out of my room. I hear the shower turn on down the hall.
I lie in bed for a few minutes without moving, trying to decide whether or not that all actually happened. The pool of urine around me cools enough to remind me it did. And, that now I have to figure out what to do about my soaked mattress. |
Quivering Quinton
Quinton’s phone beeped with yet another text message. With his laptop open at his small office desk he smiled as he saw a photo sent from his eldest daughter. Her shoes had finally arrived, thank goodness, and just in time too. Tonight she was heading out with her friends and sister to a local club as part of a long weekend celebrating her 21st. Boy that made Quinton feel suddenly old as he looked at the excitement on his daughters face and reminisced back to when she was a toddler being that excited when he came home from work. His first daughter, his treasure, his little darling. He finished his coffee and texted her back saying he was delighted and couldn’t wait to see them on and he’d see her around 6 as usual.
He then typed in another postcode searching all the local house prices and bringing up details of said properties and as much other facts as he could. Jotting it all down in his notebook he did the same for another two postcodes before grabbing his suit jacket, anorak and work bag and heading to his car. It was good to be busy again and at the rate his daughter’s were asking for things these days he needed every penny he could earn.
The first property was straightforward: a well maintained, tastefully decorated and outwardly strong house in a stable neighbourhood with sought after schools. The owners were pleased to see him and gave proof of recent new windows having been fitted and a new bathroom suit. Quinton took a photo of the paperwork on his tablet and typed in the details too. Other than a few loose tiles on the roof and some loft insulation which could be better it was an average visit, made slightly longer by chatty older owners but worth it for the lovely mug of tea he had gladly received.
The second property also had an owner present but this time a younger, more pushy man, a very typical buy to let purchaser anxious that Quinton assessed the property at as high a value as possible. Three times Quinton stressed that he wasn’t an estate agent but an independent surveyor and that his valuation would be based on much more than the colour of the bathroom tiles! It was a stressful hour as the owner hovered over Quinton’s every move asking questions about why he was taking photos of things like the electric cupboard and outside pipes. Whilst Quinton knew exactly where in every property to look for all the minute details he needed it was clear this property was one of thousands he had seen before by developers keen to make a house look good on first appearance but with expensive and more important things like pipe work and electrics often ignored. Quinton was glad to get back into the safety of his car as he placed his bag on the passenger seat and started the engine.
He was taken a back slightly to see the clock on the dashboard read 4:45 and he checked his watch to confirm. It was also then that he realised for the first time that he could do with a visit to the gents sometimes soon. He toyed with the idea of popping into the local supermarket on his way to his final property but decided he would head to the last one and go back at home as usual. He never used the toilet in any of the houses he visited, it wasn’t at all professional, and instead he would go in the office or back home at the end of his working day. Of course he had needed to go many times, almost daily in fact, but it had never really been a great issue, with a few notable exclusions, and his bladder had grown strong over the years. His wife and daughters were very used to his rushing in and right up the stairs on arrival and with just one bathroom in their small terraced house they pretty much always made sure it was feee for him, thankfully.
Quinton typed his final postcode into his sat nav. He didn’t drive to this area as often and his research had already told him it wasn’t the best of areas. He also wasn’t expecting anyone to be at this property, especially in its current condition. It was owned by the bank and he had been warned that he may want to have a torch with him, something which Quinton always kept in his car anyway.
By the time Quinton arrived in the street he was regretting his earlier tea with the older couple. He walked down the path to the run down house noting immediately the overgrown unkept garden and broken glass on the front door. Turning the key the dust and smell was almost overpowering by Quinton pushed through regardless. As predicted the lights were off and despite it being daylight still the house was damp, dark and almost derelict. Quinton took plenty photos as he walked through the front room into the narrow gallery kitchen. He used his torch to check every cupboard as he rhythmically moved from foot to foot. Routinely he turned the kitchen tap to record if the property had running water, not for a moment expecting the water to still be connected. As he did so the tap rumbled at first with trapped air before a sudden burst of water shot fast from the tap into the dirty sink causing Quinton to suddenly pinch his little man as the water reminded his body instantly of his full bladder. Quinton groaned before turning the tap off, the still dripping tap making him cross his legs.
‘Thank the Lord there’s no-one here! Sheesh I need the loo after that!’
Trying to complete the survey as quickly, but thoroughly, as possible Quinton left the kitchen, opening an under stair cupboard and checking electric wires, gas fittings and photographing everything before heading upstairs cautiously. The doors upstairs were all closed and Quinton tentatively pushed the first one open which was, as expected, the bathroom.
‘Wow! You’d need to be mega desperate to use that place!’ he exclaimed as he took more photos. Not prepared to be caught out with the water a second time he didn’t bother turning the taps but as he turned to walk out the room he was taken aback at a strong urge to urinate despite the condition of the room.
‘Why does seeing a toilet always make you need it 100 times more? Oh boy I can’t wait to get home. The sooner the better. Jeez I need a slash!’
The two bedrooms were as expected and Quinton headed back downstairs to assess the outside. Whilst the house hadn’t been warm in any way the sudden change in temperature as Quinton locked the front door send another wave of need from his bladder to his penis. He squeezed his thighs and headed to the back garden as quick as he could. The back garden was like a jungle and for a second Quinton actually contemplated opening his fly and peeing in the long grass. He never would of course, being the upright citizen that he was, but just the thought seemed to send more urine into his already full bladder.
The walls had bricks out of alignment, the chimney was dangerous, another window was cracked and the roof had tiles hanging loose. Quinton noted everything on his tablet then headed straight to his car.
Sitting in the drivers seat he gave his member another squeeze. The sat nav suggested twenty three minutes to home and Quinton dearly hoped it would be quicker.
‘This is a lesson on not accepting tea when you already had coffee at lunch Quinton’ he muttered to himself as he started the engine and set off.
Every red light made Quinton squirm and moan as he rubbed and squeezed to help himself hold on.
‘You can do this!’ He encouraged himself time and time again.
Finally he was in his home town, which somehow only served to make him want to pee even more so!
‘Gotta wait til home. You can do this. Just keep holding!’
Quinton reversed parked across from his home in the only space available before grabbing his bag and laptop and walking very quickly up his gate and into the house. He threw his stuff at the bottom of the stairs, holding his crotch tightly and took the stairs two at a time as he raced to the bathroom.
He grabbed the handle with his free hand and pulled it down, but it didn’t open.
He danced and knocked.
‘Who’s in? Are you almost finished?’
No answer.
Still holding himself Quinton went next door to his bedroom where he bent forward, undid his trouser hook and held his penis so tight he thought he would break it.
‘Heavens above I NEED to pee!’
Meanwhile his wife, Sally had heard the door and, noticing Quinton’s bags, realised he was home. She shouted up to check anyway.
‘You home darling? Everything ok?’
Quinton squirmed as he still had one hand tight over his crotch as he walked to the landing and called down.
‘Yeah just me honey! Is Becky in the loo or is it Casandra? I’m bursting to get in. She knows I always need it at this time.’
‘Yeah Becky...she’s just having a quick shower to get ready for tonight. I’m sure she’ll be quick. I take it you don’t want a coffee just yet?’
‘Oh Lord not right now honey. I gotta use the loo first, honestly.. I’ll just wait up here and then I’ll come down for one if that’s ok. Oh she better be quick I’m so desperate here’
Quinton didn’t care that his wife was looking up watching as he danced with his trousers open and his hand grasping his penis over his boxers. He just had to get into the toilet so urgently.
He knocked the door again...
‘Becky you nearly finished darling?’
‘I’ll not be long dad. Nearly finished!’
Quinton walked to his room, pulled his trousers to his knees and sat on his bed clutching himself and rocking. Beneath his boxers he could feel his penis doing something, and terrified he was leaking, he stood quickly and pulled down his boxers to his knees so he could access his penis and testicles more in the privacy of his bedroom before immediately sitting and rocking and squeezing again. Oh how he ached right now for release. He shook, rocked and kneaded himself as he moaned.
‘Oh Becky hurry up. Hurry up. I need the bathroom so badly. I really do. Your daddy has to go sweetie. Hurry up baby. Daddy is so bursting. Daddy is so desperate. Oh Becky daddy is nearly having a huge accident here. Oh Becky hurry up. Daddy needs a slash my darling. Oh do hurry sweet pea. Daddy needs in so so urgently you know. Oh please don’t keep your daddy waiting. Oh my beautiful daddy just needs into that toilet so so badly. Don’t let daddy embarrass himself.
Of course Becky heard none of it but Quinton’s wife did as she crept up the stairs, entranced by her husband’s desperation. She watched from a distance as Quinton’s reflection could be seen clearly in the full length mirrored wardrobe as her nipples hardened and her vagina swelled and moistened.
Then something happened that neither Quinton nor his wife expected. Quinton felt something unusual. Similar to going hard but quite different too. He took his hands away from his crotch as his penis grew a little and quivered jerking up and down of its own accord. Quinton watched on shaking, his hands leaning on the bed behind him as his body fought to the end. Four quivers, five quivers, then on the sixth quiver as his half erect penis surged forwards up a huge squirt shot out hitting the wardrobe. Quinton’s wife raced in having grabbed a towel from the linen cupboard as she surrounded Quinton’s crotch as his quivering penis rose and moved as urine shot out again and again in larger and larger spurts, finally relaxing and pouring out fast and furious as his wife struggled to catch it in the bath towel. Quinton breathed, relaxed and rested his head back as his arms and hands held him up behind him leaning on the bed.
‘Oh honey, that’s Becky just coming out now. What a shame you couldn’t wait just a few seconds longer eh’
‘I’ll....I’ll get changed and bring the laundry down. I’ll put it all on don’t worry. Oh and I could really go that coffee now if you are still offering?’
‘Absolutely. Oh and Becky wants to show you those new shoes of hers too.’
‘Yes! Of course. Just give me five minutes and I’ll be done ok. Oh and thanks for that! I owe you beautiful. Lord was I so desperate for that!’
‘That was a huge amount of piss Quinton. I’ve never seen your body like that before. It was very sexy actually.’
‘Really?’ |
I recently broke my back, and I've got 6 months of bed rest to get through, so I wrote this fiction out of sheer boredom. I also borrowed a mold of the main character (with permission) from my fiancee. I based the main character on her, and tweaked her a little bit. Albeit not tweaked much... new name, and .....new embarrassing memories....ok, I'll admit that's pretty much all I changed. It's hard not to picture her in my head when imagining stories like this. I think I might be head over heels in love right? lol. But anyway, I wanted to change it up a little so it would make it feel like a fiction story, and not just a daydream about my fiancee lol. Hope it's not terrible, and I'm sure I've made grammar, punctuation, and spelling mistakes I missed, feel free to point those out. I just figured I'd put it on here. Maybe you will enjoy it as much as I did.
22 year old Annika sat in class, regretting her choice of not using the bathroom before this study period. She's needed to pee since before the lunch break, but, like usual for her, gossip with her friends was more important than the bathroom. "So stupid" she very quietly muttered to herself. A native of Trinidad and Tobago, she was what you would call a red girl. Half Indian and the other half a mix of colonial white and African. She was stunningly good looking. Big beautiful brown eyes, a smile that could light up the night, coco brown skin, dark brown hair that took it's ancestry from the colonial French on her dad's side. She's 5'0" tall and about 97 pounds. A well shaped and fit, but not large chest and upper body, and a toned and flat stomach with complementary piercing. Due to her being a gymnast for the college she was in remarkably good shape. Toned legs and an excellent bumpa (butt). Her smile and girly personality topped off the already impressive list. Today she wore a tight grey tanktop, a nude color bra, tight and very faded blue jeans, hot pink and white striped cotton panties, tiny white ankle socks and white sneakers. Poor Annika didn't know however, that SHE would be the topic of gossip she found so irresistible tomorrow at lunch break. She was about to go through what would be one of the most embarrassing moments in her life, Annika was going to pee in her pants in class. She nervously glanced back up at the clock. Her left foot was bouncing, and she was already squirming around in her chair. She cursed herself again for "playing the ass" instead of using the bathroom. Her tiny little bladder was full to the max. It came on suddenly, and she knew based on previous occasions that she didn't have long to get to the bathroom. Maybe 15 minutes at most. The problem was, there was 35 minutes left in class, and it was group presentation day. She couldn't leave because her group could be called to present it's project at any time. Still, she had to try. Asking to go to the bathroom wasn't a big deal. Unfortunately for her, her teacher, Mrs. Majirah was a notorious hard ass, and wasn't exactly Annika's biggest fan. Annika raised her hand, and her teacher knew waht Annika needed before she even asked. The worried look on Annika's face and the bouncing foot told the story. With that, Mrs. Majirah smiled, looked down and said "I don't tink so miss, you done dis youself, maybe next time you don't be playin de ass and go the loo instead". Dejected, Annika considered for a brief moment arguing, but knew it would only hurt her case. As the minutes ticked painfully by, Annika began realizing that if she had to stand up for the group presentation, she was screwed. It's much harder for her to hold her pee standing than it is sitting. For now, she took small comfort in the fact that she could remain sitting. Her groups presentation, called "the art of responsibility" wasn't going to take too long, basically Kendra speaking about accepting responsibility for ones actions, and then they would all give examples. As the clock showed 29 minutes to go, Annika grew ever more uncomfortable. It was plainly obvious that she needed to pee badly, and several other kids in the class were occasionally glancing her way and quietly giggling. She did her best to ignore them, it was talking all of her concentration not to pee. When 26 minutes to go clicked in, Annika heard the dreaded words from Mrs. Majirah, her group was up next. It was at this moment, that her reality came crashing down, she began to realize that there was almost no chance of her making it to the end of the class, and the even worse reality...peeing in her pants in front of the entire class. She reluctantly shuffled up to the front with Kendra and Steph, taking tiny baby steps to ensure she wouldn't pee. As Kendra started with the opening line, the first leak hit. Annika stood next to, but slightly behind Kendra. Annika's legs were crossed as tight as they could go, but she felt the little leak escape into her underwear. She gasped a little, and squezeed her hands tight. Looking up at the clock, she knew it was over. The seal had been broken, and There was still 25 minutes left. The feeling of dread came over her like a black curtain. She was going to pee in her pants in front of the entire world, and she couldn't avoid it. She started to sweat, she couldn't stand still, and tears of frustration were forming. She could only just barely register that Kendra was still talking. Just then, another leak escaped. She'd let her guard down half a second, but it was enough. Her crotch grew just the slightest bit warm from the leak. She started to panic in her head. She wanted to just run out of the class, but if she moved now, it would be over. She was stuck, and soon her only option was the worst embarrassment ever. She barely registered that Steph and Kendra had already given their first "art of examples" when it happened, the last leak that never really stopped. It slowly began trickling out, it was growing warm between her legs, the crotch of her panties steadily growing more soaked. She desperately tried to think of something to do, but it was too late, she was actively peeing in her pants. The trickle kept on, and soon she felt the first little bit soak the denim of her jeans as she looked down, but couldn't see anything yet. Then it became clear that both Steph and Kendra were waiting on her to say one of her examples. "Uh.....ummmm...." Annika nervously stammered out. Just then her body gave up, the trickle grew into a stream, and warmth blossomed in her crotch. Annika's panties overflowed, and the faded denim eagerly soaked in the pee and grew a dark grayish blue. The glistening stain was spreading out from her crotch, at first in all directions, in an almost perfectly round stain growing out from between her legs. It was visible now to the class. Everyone stared in amazement and shock as this dark, glistening stain grew on the front of Annika's jeans. A loud hiss began emanating from her crotch. The warm pee then quickly began running down her legs, soaking into her jeans as it went. She finally blurted out, in a trembling voice on the verge of tears "The art of peeing my pants". Her pee reached her knees, then began flowing down the insides of her lower legs. She looked down and watched as the stain spread down her legs and little droplets of pee began falling and landing on the floor. The class erupted in laughter as her pee ran down her ankles, soaked her socks and shoes, and then dripped off her pants legs and into the growing puddle at her feet. She could feel the warm streams soaking the bottom half of her ass, and snaking around the backsides of her thighs. A glance down confirmed, she was soaking herself. Her jeans grew heavy and dark as the subtle hissing slowly started to fade...then finally stop. Laughter and yelling filled the room, Annika wanted to run, but panic froze her in place. The carpet floor grew dark as her puddle soaked in, she finally snapped out of her shock, her eyes burning with tears. She cried out an unintelligible sound of embarrassment as she turned and ran for the door, her pee dripping and leaving a trail behind her. She nearly slipped and fell as she ran out onto the tile floor. All Annika could think of is how to get out and get home. Her house was a few kilometers away in the valley. She ran out of the lecture hall and over to her bike. Tears streaming down her face, Annika couldn't help but think of the bacchanal that was sure to be about her peeing in her pants. All the gossip in the group chat, the ever so exciting lunch break...now she knew she'd never be able to show her face there again. The feeling of frustration, feeling so stupid for letting this happen. Explaining to her friends why a 22 year old peed in her pants and then ran away....she couldn't bear it. Annika peddled harder, mind a blur. By the time she was home her thoughts snapped back to reality. Her phone had 32 unread messages. Some undoubtedly from Steph and Kendra, but then her stomach dropped when she saw that all but 6 of them were the group chat. Apparently one of the other girls in her class got a photo of her before she ran out, and it was summarily posted to the group chat, soon for the world to see she imagined. A lump formed in her throat and the burning tears came once again. She jammed her phone back in her bag and waddled inside, her damp pants now clammy and clinging to her. Her mind was racing as she stripped off her wet jeans and panties. She had a test tomorrow, she HAD to go back....but death seemed preferable at this point. Overwhelmed, Annika collapsed on her bed, a ball of tears. |
The Appeal
Human Resource Director
United Breakdown Ltd
Unit 4,
Appleby Ind. Est.
Coventry
Warwickshire
18th March
Dear Sir,
In strictest confidence
Following our recent meeting regarding a full disciplinary hearing to be held on the 1st of April, I write as you suggested, to set out in my own words, the full facts of the matter to be heard.
The call came through to me at about 9.30 on a wet Saturday night in January. The text message read, 'Dark blue Peugeot 206. Reg. No. CE52 KES Broken down A40 Northbound, approx. 2 miles north of Monmouth, LONE FEMALE, PRIORITY ASSISTANCE! VIP MEMBER! Driver details .................... ' The rain was moderately heavy when I set out from base and showed no sign of improvement as I drove the recovery truck the 30 minutes or so from the Newport Depot to the spot just outside of Monmouth where this lady had broken down.
I found the car parked on the side of the dual-carriageway. There is no lighting on this road and the driver, a young lady about 24 years old, was very pleased to see me. She was cold, as the car's engine would not start and so the heater was not working. I asked her name to confirm the report and she told me it was Kate Stephens. This tallied with my instructions and I suggested she sat in my cab to warm up while I looked at her car.
A quick look at the car told me that the fuel pump had packed up and that there was no way this car was driving anywhere that night. I got back into my vehicle and broke the news to Ms Stephens and explained that I would winch her car up onto the back of the recovery truck and either take her back to where she had started her journey, or on to her destination. She pondered the choices for a moment, then said, 'I have to be at work Monday morning and I don't think I will be able to get the car fixed on a Sunday in Cardiff. It would probably be best if I went home to Shrewsbury. Do you mind?'
I replied politely that as a VIP Member this was the service she was entitled to and that I would be happy to transport her home if that was what she preferred. So I rang my control office supervisor and advised that I was taking the member home to Shrewsbury. Then, having winched her car aboard and secured it, we set off North up the A40. The rain had not lessened in all this time and I was glad to be back in the cab.
As we drove towards Shrewsbury Ms Stephens told me a little about herself and it turned out she had been visiting an old college friend from the time she was in Cardiff University doing a Business Studies Degree and that now she was Business Manager in a Bank in Shrewsbury. We talked about our families and holidays, all the sorts of things people talk about when forced into close proximity with a stranger. She told me her name was really Katherine, Katherine Emma, her father’s choice, but that she had been called Kate since Primary School. I told her how I was still single and that I had been working for United Breakdown for five years. She asked me what I liked about the job, considering the long hours and trips away from home. I explained that I had always liked travelling. That meeting people and being able to help them, as well as free travel, possibly to anywhere in England or Wales, was a great combination. Plus I liked the excitement of not knowing where I might have to go next.
She had taken off her coat now and I could see she was dressed in a calf-length denim skirt, a white shirt and a denim waistcoat, the sort I think they call a bolero. I had also noticed that she was quite pretty, with brunette, shoulder length hair and a lively attractive personality. I found myself talking to her quite easily. By this time, Ms Stephens herself had said that I should call her ‘Kate’. Although for a time I did actually continue to address her as Ms Stephens, she finally insisted that I call her Kate. Somewhere around Hereford, Kate opened a bag of sweets she had bought for the journey and gave me one.
There was very little traffic on the road that night. I suppose that the time of night and the weather were responsible. It was one of those journeys where the world outside seemed unreal and distant, as if we were alone in the world, isolated in the cab. The passing scenery, what could be seen, swept soundlessly by like a film projected onto the windscreen. The rain beat continuously against the cab and it was so heavy that we could hear it above the noise of the engine. As we drove, Kate shared more of the sweets with me.
Somewhere between Leominster and Ludlow Kate asked, 'How far is it to Shrewsbury now?' I replied, 'About 30 miles I would think, 40 to 45 minutes maybe.' She said, 'are there any services around, I am dying to pee!' I was a little surprised at her directness but thought for a minute, 'there's absolutely nothing around here, not at this time of night anyway.' I hesitated............ 'I could stop in a gateway for you, or something, if you really need to go.' 'Not in this weather!’ She exclaimed, peering out at the rain lashing the screen, ‘I'll do it in my knickers first!' Unsure of how to respond to that I said, 'You'll probably be all right until you get home, it won't be that long now.' She said, 'I've been needing to go since waiting in that cold car and I can't wait any longer, I'm going to have to do it in a minute.' I again offered to stop for her but she said. ' I'm too warm now to get out and pull clothes up and down in the rain, don't worry I'll be O K,' and offered me another sweet.
I drove on for a few minutes in silence sucking on my sweet and then a sign for Shrewsbury glowed in the headlights showing 26 miles to go. 'There you are,' I said, '26 miles, we should do that in just over half an hour'. 'Don't rush', she said, ‘I've already done it in my knickers'. I was stunned. 'What! All of it', I blurted out. 'Quite a lot ', she said, 'I'm not bursting anymore anyway'. I was intrigued by this revelation, not to mention excited! ' Doesn't it bother you, ' I asked, ' to sit in wet things for the next half hour or so? ' She smiled and said, 'better to be wet and warm than wet and cold. I would have got soaked and frozen getting half undressed out in this weather, anyway, I've wet my knickers before and it's not particularly uncomfortable. Haven't you ever wet yourself anytime?' Another sweet changed hands.
By this time a comfortable intimacy had formed between us, created in part, I suppose, by the isolation of the lonely road and the shared security of the warm, dry cab but Kate had just taken that to new heights by admitting something very, very intimate indeed. I grew a little concerned at this point because I felt that this sort of conversation was a little too personal for the circumstances but I also admitted to myself that I had become somewhat aroused by imagining her bottom wrapped in the warm wetness of her knickers and skirt. Also, her attitude towards me was just so friendly and she didn’t seem to be flirting with me at all. I pondered her question. I had wet myself on an odd occasion in the past but never talked about it to anyone. I said to her, ‘you said you had wet yourself before, I'm amazed, not that you have, I suppose most people do it now and then, but that you are so open about it'. 'I'm not usually,' she said, 'but we've hit it off quite well and there'll probably be a wet patch on your seat when I get out, so I could hardly keep it a secret could I? I had a couple of accidents at Uni during long lectures and I soon worked out that if I left it too long when I was desperate to pee, I ended up losing control altogether and then everyone found out. If I pee in my knickers a bit at a time I can get away with letting a lot out and no-one ever knows. In fact I have managed to relieve myself completely a couple of times standing up with a long skirt on. You would be surprised just how much you can let out before it shows! Besides, it's no big deal, they're my knickers and skirt! They will be going in for wash when I get home anyway. So why sit and suffer? '
The way Kate explained it, so matter-of-factly, the logic was devastating! All it required was a total reversal of what we are taught from an early age. This intimacy with a girl I hardly knew, combined with the idea of challenging deeply conditioned values, was intoxicating and the whole conversation seemed as unreal as the world outside the cab. I was so aroused by now that I had to make a conscious effort to drive properly. Kate offered the sweets again, looked at me with a shrewd smile and said, 'You like the sound of this don't you? It’s exciting you isn’t it? Don't be afraid to accept your feelings, it is also very arousing. I discovered that years ago. You should try it! '
The rain had finally begun to ease as we were entering the outskirts of Shrewsbury and as Kate guided me through the streets to her house half my mind was on her subtle challenge. As we pulled up outside her house she looked me in the eye and said, 'I'm actually peeing myself again right now, you try it. Make this trip worth remembering, no-one will ever know.' So there I sat, in the middle of Shrewsbury, at one o’clock in the morning, in the company's truck. Beside me was a girl I hardly knew but who in a couple of hours, had managed to persuade me to try something quite mad. So, in a half daze, I sat and completely wet my pants.
At this point it would have been possible for either of us to break the spell that had been woven between us that night. I could have got out of the truck and unloaded her car, or Kate could have just got out and opened her house door. Neither of us did anything and time seemed to be suspended, then, after a moment or two, Kate moved the bag of sweets to the dashboard, slid across the seat to me and put her arms around me. We were very soon pulling each other’s clothes off and she put her hand down the front of my pants and took out my penis. Before long I was on top of her as we lay across the bench seat and my penis was inside her as we cast aside the rest of our inhibitions.
We didn’t notice anything else for a time as we enjoyed each other’s bodies in the dark warmth of the cab. Before we had finished, Kate asked me to stand up on the floor of the cab and face her. Then she started to perform oral sex on me and that was why my bare behind was pressing against the windscreen when the policeman knocked on the window. When I looked up he was shining his torch through the glass. We were horrified and quickly separated from each other and scrambled to pull our clothes around us as best we could. Then we had to get out of the truck and go and sit in separate police cars while we were questioned.
As you are aware, I was arrested that night and held in the cells until the Monday morning when I appeared before Shrewsbury Magistrate’s Court charged with indecent behaviour. The Magistrates said they took a very serious view of the matter but they also said that they believed I had not intended any offence and that I had just been caught up in the heat of the moment. They said that they had heard no explanation from the Police as to why the old lady was up and looking out of her window at that time in the morning but explained that indecent behaviour was still an offence even at 1.30 in the morning! I was then advised that they would deal leniently with me on this occasion and I was given 15 hours community service and warned to be more discreet in the future.
You have indicated that my case may be helped if I gave a true and frank disclosure of the events of that night and, as you suggested, I have left nothing out. I apologize for the intimate and embarrassing nature of some of the account but the above describes the whole truth of all that happened on the evening of Sat. 16th of January and afterwards.
Following this first meeting, I formed a relationship with Ms Stephens. I accept and understand that it is strictly against the company's rules to take advantage of any customer but I believe the foregoing shows that this was not the case. Rather, that we just happened to meet during work time. I did nothing to take advantage of Ms Stephens while she was in my care, she was actually at home and free to leave the vehicle when the intimacy between us began. Ms Stephens and I have now enjoyed a permanent relationship for two months and it is only following the Managing Director’s complaint about me that I have learned that Ms Stephens is his daughter. I didn’t even notice the significance of the Registration No. and that it was clearly a private plate. The company’s name was not mentioned at the hearing or in any newspaper report and I have offered to re-imburse the company for the cost of sending another driver to recover my breakdown truck from Shrewsbury the next day. I would also respectfully point out that it is only because the Managing Director has a brother who is a Magistrate that he heard about the matter at all. I therefore appeal to you to consider all this, together with the above report, and the fact that Ms Stephens herself has made no complaint whatsoever against me, when we meet on April the first.
Finally, I ask you to take into account my past record of five years service and support my application for a permanent transfer to Telford depot.
Yours faithfully,
Ivor Wettun
Ps When I was cleaning out my truck recently, I found one of the sweets jammed in the heater vent. I attach it here as some small evidence that the above account is the truth.
© 2016 Roger Ireland |
Hey guys this is my new series that I am going to be working on for a while hope you guys enjoy as I've discontinued the previous threads I was working on (and for anyone who's wondering this is British football not American football)
Part 1
At approximately 10am an alarm sounded in a bedroom waking 15yr old Amy from her bed. In truth she didnt want to wake up but she had to as she had the one thing she never looked forward to, football practice. She dragged herself out of bed and slowly dragged her body into the bathroom to get showered and dressed as she had to be at the pitch by 11.30. After her shower she made her her way into her bedroom to get changed into her kit which had been laid out the night before. She then got herself ready to go and took a moment to admire herself in the mirror. She stared at herself in her black and white football kit and noticed that one of her short brown hairs was laying on her shorts and quickly brushed it off before heading downstairs.
She arrived in her kitchen to meet her mother who was already making her breakfast, as always her mother complemented how good her daughter looked in her kit. Amy smiled back at her mom and greeted her as usual it was her mom who convinced her to join the team, not like Amy's mother forced her to do it though she always made it clear that she was fee to quit at anytime she wanted the only reason she didnt quit was to avoid dissapointing her mother. Amy sat down at her kitchen table whilst her mother brought her breakfast to her which she quickly ate as it was already 11.00. Before she left for the pitch she also had a tall glass of orange juice and grabbed a bottle of water before jumping in her mums car to be taken to football practice.
Whilst Amy was being driven to football she had realised one crucial thing that she had forgotten to do before she left the house and that thing was, use the toilet. See Amy's football coach was a woman in her early 40's named Mrs Peters and overall she was a good coach but if there was one thing Amy hated about Mrs Peters it was her bathroom policy. See Mrs Peters didnt allow any bathroom breaks during practice which lasted two and a half hours, there were bathrooms on site but they remained locked even for the youngest players who were about eight though to be fair the younger girls practice was not as long, she could'nt remember exactly how long as it had been years since she ws on shorter practice times she just knew it was shorter than her's. Now Amy never had bladder problems but waiting over two and a half hours to pee when she would be constantly drinking water to stay hydrated would make any girl's bladder tremeble especially when the last time you peed was the night before, infact she had actually peed herself on her first ever practice because she was'nt aware of the bathroom policy, she could remember standing in line for the toilet with basically her whole team as nearly everyone had to pee, her body trembling her hands dug in her crotch until her body gave in and pee burst out of her pee hole full force soaking her pants and shorts and all the while she just stood in the same spot whilst her also desperate teammated just walked around her. Luckily no one made fun of her as they were all pretty sympathetic of her situation and the very next day someone else wet themselves infact even when they were all 15 accidents were still not uncommon among the team due to her crazy bathroom policy infact one of the girls had gotten so desperate that she had peed in her water bottle during break she didnt even run away behind a wall she just sat away from everyone else pulled her shorts down and peed in her bottle whilst the coach wasnt looking. In fact in Amy's seven years of playing for the team there was only one girl who hadnt peed herself ever and that girl was Amy's good friend Samantha, somehow she was always able to hold her pee during the entore practice even if shehad stated that she had to pee at the beggining of practice. Anyway Amy thought she was okay as she didnt have to pee yet and she thought that she would be fine, unitl her mom pulled up to the parking lot of the pitch when Amy felt that twitching feeling in her abdomen which indicated that a small urge to pee was brewing inside her. Amy was slightly worried by this but hoped that she would forget about it in time. Amy said goodbye to her mom but before she got out her mother gave her a change of clothes to change into if she got muddy by the end of practice as her mother did not like mud in her car. After that her mother wished her luck and then pulled out of the parking lot.
Amy went into to the changing facilities to leave the change of clothes and to meet up with Samantha and another girls who Samantha said was starting today. She made her way into the changing facilities past the toilet, which was now locked. When she entered the changing room she saw that only two girls reamined inside one was Samantha and the other was a girl she didnt recognise, she was a short girls with long black straight hair who was sittibg beside Samantha who was still getting ready. Amy walked over to the girls and said hi to Samantha whilst also introducing herself to the other girl who's name was Molly the three girls continued talking and eventually Molly asked where the toilets were which is when Amy realised that Samantha forgot to tell her the most important part about the club. The two girls explained to her that the toilets would be locked until the end of practice which was in two and a half hours. Molly was stunned at this and asked if there was any exceptions to which Samantha replied only if your sick, Molly just stood there stunned but then said that she could make it anyway and Amy felt better knowing that she wasnt the only one who needed to pee. The three girls conversation was interupted by Mrs Peters who knocked on the changing room door to ask if anyone was still in there to which the girls replied that they were leaving now. The three girls walked out to see the face of their coach Mrs Peters who firstly welcomed Molly to the club and lead them to where the rest of the team was waiting. The girls headed over to the rest of the team maknig sure to grab their water bottles before they left as her training sessions were always extremely hard. The girls went over to the rest of the team and the first thing they started with was a bunch of running exercises which was always what they started with the way these sessions worked is that every 30 minutes thay had a short break to rest and refill their water bottles. During the exercises Amy was able to forget about her bladder mid way through as the pressure had been steadily increasing throughout the first 15 minutes of the training session and by the look of things Amy seemed to have forgotten about her urge to pee aswell it all went well, that was until the first break. The three girls sat down together and when they did Amy's bladder was starting to send stronger signals that it needed relief, it wasnt anything noticeable or anything that would prevent her from practicing but it was getting worse. While resting Samantha asked Molly how she was holding up to which she responded "good, but I still have to pee though". Amy thought it would be a good time to reveal that she too had to pee to which she replied by saying she felt better knowing someone else was in the same boat as she shifted in place to relieve the pressure a bit whilst Amy did the same. Near the end of the first break Samantha excused herself to go refill her water bottle at the bleachers near the other end of the pitch, even though her bottle was still three quarters of the way full, Samantha always filled up her bottle near the end of break and she never knew why.
Soon the next bit of practice began and the girls started with some basic football drills as always, though this time Amy could still feel her bladder asking to be relieved as it didnt go away during the next fifth of training but it got stronger and she could tell that Molly was having a symiliar experience as she noticed that Molly was getting slower and that she had one hand near her crotch when she wasnt moving, Amy wasnt at that stage yet but she was getting there as she could feel the desperation building up inside her. At the second break the three girls once again sat together and Amy noticed that Molly had her hands in her crotch she figured Molly must be pretty desperate by now Samantha noticed this and asked both of them if they were okay to which they both replied yes, even though in truth Amy didnt know if she would make it or not as even though she wasnt showing it she was probably as desperate as Molly, as she could feel her full bladder pulsing inside of her begging for release as the third practice stretch began.
The third practice stretch was more painful than the last two as the need in her bladder refused to go away in fact it only got worse as time went on judging by the fact that neither could run as fast as they previously could and Molly seemed to have her hands in her crotch whenever she wasnt moving infact when she was behing Molly she thought she heard a hissing sound and when she turned around Molly was doubled over, Amy guessed she might've leaked or something and in her case she wsnt doing much better as she could feel the swolen bladder begging for release as practice continued.
When the thrid break started Molly was at her limit she just sat there with her hands dug in her crotch praying she wouldnt pee herself and Amy noticed what looked to be a tiny wet stain on her shorts, barely visible confirming that she had leaked earlier. The three girls just sat there talking until Molly suddenly shot up and ran over to the bleachers near the water fountain which were empty by now as the two girls ran after her with Amy going slightly slower due to her very full bladder they saw little wet patches on the dry ground which made them think Molly might be wetting herself. Their suspicion was confirmed when they turned the corner to go behind the bleacher only to see Molly loudly puffing and panting as pee streamed down her legs and through her shorts as she just stood there with a relieved look on her face. The two girls just stood in shock watching as Molly continued peeing full force into her pants and shorts. When Molly finished peeing panicking ensued not just from Molly but from Amy who's need had only gotten worse from seeing Molly pee herself. Samantha calmed Molly down and told her that it wasnt that visible which it wasnt and since it was so hpt outside they would dry quickly, Amy was another issue though as she was now doubled over her bladder in complete agony as it begged for release as she felt pee pushing against her sphincer, Amy was about to head back to the team when she felt a spurt of pee escape her peehole and dampen her white panties, she quickly doubled over and stood on the spot. Samantha sighed and then spoke up telling her to go under the bleachers.
Slowly Amy ducked inside only to see a small box with a roll of toilet paper inside. Samantha explained to her that when her older sister played for this team they made this little area for the team to go pee during the breaks as they still never allowed toilet breaks, she then said that when she joined the team her older sister took her to this spot with her time when she was very desperate and since all the members of her older sisters team have left Samantha was the only one who knew about it and since the bleachers wre deemed unsafe to use no one came over here and they were pushed back behind the far goal post. Amy then realised that Samantha wanted her to go pee here which at first she agreed to almost instantly, Amy asked Samantha and Molly to stand back which they did and when the coast was clear Amy quickly lowered her shorts down to her knees and squatted low on the ground, she found it hard to get the flow started at first but soon her pee exited her pee hole, it was slow at first but it then picked up speed at it exited her peehole, Amy sighed in relief as she watched the golden liquid splatter onto the ground as the other two girls waited for her to finish. Amy stream eventually started to die down until it was nothing but a trickle and then nothing. Amy used one of the available peices of toilet paper to wipe herself dry and quickly got up to greet the other girls who were waiting for her. The girls were about to head back to the pitch but Molly stayed behind as she didnt think her bladder was fully empty and she wanted to make sure. The two girls headed back to the pitch alone and Amy looked back at the bleachers and thought to herself "Training here is gonna be a whole lot easier"
End of part 1
Edited May 5, 2020 by Joey1234
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Hey guys so originally I wasnt sure if I would continue this, but since its been pretty well recieved im gonna turn this into a series
Part 2
It was now a week later and the girls soccer practice had just concluded leaving Amy, Samantha and Molly to wait for Amy's mom to pick them up as they were all going to go out for dinner together. As the girls sat there in the warm sun waiting for their ride Molly brought up a question to Samantha which went like this. "Hey Samantha how'd you find out about the area under the bleachers".Samantha was a silent for a second and then got into telling the story of how she found out about it.
The story started about 7 years ago when Samantha was new the football team and had only been going for a few weeks. Her older sister Rose was already on the team and she was getting ready to head for practice. Before she got out the door Samantha's mother asked her if she needed to use the bathroom to which both girls said no. Rose said no because her team already knew about the area under the bleachers but Samantha had a different reason for not going. See she had noticed how her sister was able to hold her pee throughout the entite practice without going beforehand compared to her who was always bursting for the toilet by the end of practice where as Rose didnt look like she had to go at all. Being the impressionable younger sister Samantha looked up to the strong bladder of her sister and wanted to try holding it for the entirety of her teams one and a half hour practice, which she had thought seemed a bit long and even her mother had expressed concerns about the length of the sessions but she was ensured they were allowed regular breaks which they were but no one told her parents about the coaches bathroom policy which was still no bathroom breaks till the end of practice whichwas hard on the older girls but even tougher on the little ones who would always be desperate to pee by the end and since they were young most didnt go before they left the house. Never the less both girls got in their moms car and were driven to practice together whilst Samantha thought about how she was going to last the entire practice infact she ws so busy thinking about it she hadnt realised that she already needed to pee. This worried her a little as this would make it harder to hold throughout the entire practice, combine that with the fact that she'd be drinking a lot of water throughout the day it was clear to her that this practice was going to be a struggle .
The practice started as soon as Samantha arrived and started with the simple running exercises that the team always did. Throughout the practice the need in Samantha's bladder was starting to build up and she could definitely feeling it, despit that she did not decide to limit her fluid intake as she did not want to get dehydrated throughout the practice but at the same time this was seriously affecting her bladder and near the end of practice she was shifting about when standing still. By the time the first break came along Samantha's need had increased by a lot as she had her legs crossed when she was sat down and she could feel her pee pushing at her pee hole as she waited for the break to end. Whilst she waited she realised her water bottle was nearly empty and she decided she had better fill it up. As she walked over to the water fountain next to the changing rooms she noticed her older sisters team was all the way at the water fountain next to the old bleachers that had been deemed unsafe, Samantha didnt know why her sister's team went there as the one near the changing room was closer but not like it affected her, it actually meant there werent as many people there. Samantha started to fill up her bottle taking care to block out the sound of the water filling her bottle as it was not helping her full bladder. When she had finished she went back over to her team but suddenly stopped in her tracks as she felt a strong twitch in her pee hole, she stood still for a second panicked as she thought she was going to pee herself then and there but she was able to keep control of her bladder. She kept walking and by the time she got back to her team the practice had recommenced. The next practice session was hell for Samantha and felt it lasted for hours as her poor bladder begged for the release to the point where she was full on pee dancing when she wasnt moving as she was so desperate which was dismissed by everyone as an attempt to keep warm as it was quite cold outside. Samantha could feel her pee right up against her holding muscles and was putting all her effort into holding back the flow, at this point she was seriously regretting doing this as it was just so painful on her bladder. By the time the next break started all Samantha cared about was not peeing herselfas she sat on the ground with her hands dug in her crotch. At the same time Rose was walking back from the changing room as she had forgotten something and on the way back she spotted her sister in a situation that she knew all too well. Rose walked over to her sister and asked her if she had to pee to which she responded with a strained yes. Rose responded by asking why she didnt go before she left and she admitted that she wanted to try holding her pee the entire time just like she had. Rose was a little taken a back by this but then realised that she had to help her sisteror she would certainly wet herself. Rose quickly got Samantha up and took her over to the bleachers which was hard for Samantha as she had to pee so bad.
When they got to the bleachers it was surrounded by members of the older team who were just standing around chatting with virtually none filling up their water bottles which Samantha thought was weird but she didnt care she just had to pee so bad. Rose brought her to the side of the bleachers which had a single girl standing at the entrance to the underbelly and asked what Samantha was doing here. Rose told her that she was her sister and thst she would'nt be able to hold it till the end of practice and then asked if she could go in. The girl responded by saying that someone was in there and that they'd be done soon. Rose then asked Samantha if she could wait a minute to which she said yes and after that she stood there pottly dancing as they waited for the person to exit. Eventually someone else came out from under the bleachers and the girl let the two of them under. When they got under the bleachers the ground was covered in several puddles in varying sizes and there was also a box with a role of toilet paper on it. Rose knelt down to speak to Samantha and told her that she never held her pee the entire time and infact her entire team peed under here during the breaks as their coach also didnt allow pee breaks. Samantha quickly realised that Rose wanted her to pee here to which she agreed to as she as desperate to the point of tears. Slowly she lowered her shorts and pants before getting down into a squatting position which she had learned how to do on a camping trip with her family. Rose turned around letting her know it was okay to do her business here. Samantha then sighed and then suddenly a small torrent of pee escaped her tired holding muscles and splattered onto the ground with gthe rest of the puddles. The relief Samantha felt was indescribeable as all the pee she was holding quickly exited her as she sighed loudly, the feeling of relief was so good that she didnt want it to end. When the steam cut off Rose handed her some toilet paper to wipe herself with to which she did. When the girls got out from under the bleachers Rose told her not to tell people about this and that since she knew she was free to come over here if she had to pee during breaks but she also told her to be discrete about coming here. Samantha nodded and went back over to her own team who were about to start the last phase of practice.
Samantha ended the story by saying that eventually the practice times got changed meaning Samantha and Rose's age groups no longer had practice at the same time and a few years ago Rose had become too old to play for the team and left. Molly then asked if any of the other age groups knew about the bleachers to which Samantha responded by saying she didnt know maybe they have their own makeshift bathrooms after the bleachers cant be the only private place around here.
To be continued
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Now lets get a chance to see if any of the other girls made their own makeshift toilets 😉
Part 3
It was now just after noon as the first practice stretch of the local football team's was coming to a close and the 12 to 13 age group was was starting to exit the pitch to have their first break. Amongst those girls was 12 yr old Monica who was sitting around chatting with her best friend Abbigail. Whilst the two were talking Monica noticed how Abbigail was shifting around alot when they were sitting down and when people are shifting a lot at this football club it can only mean one thing. The two girls had been friends a long time so they were very open about discussing their toilet habbits with each other infact looking at Abbigail shifting around made Monica realise that she also needed to pee. Monica decided to bring the question up to Abbigailby asking if she needed to pee to which she got a quiet "kinda", as she rubbed her abdomen in an attempt to make her bladder feel better. Monica responded with a giggle and told her friend that she kinda had to pee aswell which the two girls got a good laugh out of .
Once the first break ended the girls continued the practice with some basic football drills during which the twinge in Monica's bladder was growing stronger by the minute and Abbigail couldnt have been doing much better. Whilst the girls were in line waiting to do a football dribbling drill she noticed that Abbigail had her legs crossed when she wasnt moving meaning that her need to pee must have gotten significantly worse as time went on, infact looking as Abbigail crossing her legs was making Monica need to pee even worse to the point where she would describe herself as bursting and by the end of practice she too was crossing her legs trying to keep the strong pressure of her bladder to a manageable level. By the time there were only 5 minutes left of the second practice stretch Minca could feel the piss sloshing around inside of her which was preventing her from performing to her highest potential and Abbigail noticed. By the end of the second practice stretch both girls were super desperate to use the bathroom and Abbigail in particular wa at the point where she had her hands dug into her crotch with Monica not being much better off as she couldnt sit still anymore as constantly moving was the only way to maintain control of her bladder. Whilst Monica sat there desperately trying not to pee herself as so far she was the only person on her team who hadnt had an accident and she didnt want to break that streak especially at 12 yrs old. Whilst she sat there Abbigail continuously told her that it would be okay and that she would make it but a sudden double over from Abbigail did not make it seem likely. Once Abbigail seemed to compose herself she discreetely moved pulled the front of her shorts forward to look down her shorts before telling Monica that she had leaked a little into her shorts which made Monica even more worried that the girls would wet themselves.
When the third practice stretch commensed the two girls could barely run let alone play football as their bladders were so full of urine that they could feel it pushing aginst their pee holes as it tried to escape their bladders to the point where the girls were nearly driven to tears over how much they had to pee whilst they were trying not to piss themselves the other girls on the team took notice particularly another friend of the girls whose name was Kacey. Whilst the girls were sat out during a practice game Kacey went over to talk to them and ask them how they were holding up. She sat down next to the two girls and started to try to comfort them. Whilst she was talking them Monica felt a large squirt of pee fly out of her pee hole causing her to double over as it was followed by two more smaller squirts which dampened her panties leaving quite a sizeable wet spot. Monica was able to regain control of her bladder but having her pee be cut off caused her urethra to burn as it tried to force more pee out with Monica not letting it. After Monica temporarily lost control an almost identical thing happend to Abbigail as she too lost a good few squirts of pee which again caused her to double over. Kacey looked at the girls sympathetically and said to them that she had to pee too. Now if the desperation was mild that would've been helpful but not when they were at the stage that they were that. Kacey realised that the girls were not going to make it and that they needed her help but the only problem was it would be a gamble to see if the girls could hold whilst she was doung what she needed to. Kacey then whispered to the girls that she was going to help but they needed to hold it a while longer. Without warning Kacey stood up and let out a loud sigh. As soon as she did a puddle started to form beneath her feet and her shorts darkened, make no mistake Kacey was peeing herself then and there. The two girls turned away from her and blocked out the sound of her peeing and whilst they did this Kacey continued to flood her shorts. When the she was done the coach told her to go change in the changing room and as always the coach always chose the two closest girls to go with her and those girls were Monica and Abbigail. The two girls then relaised what Kacey had done she had given them a chance to get away from the rest of the team and to pee elsewhere, sure they wouldnt get into the toilets but unlike Kacey the two girls would die of embarassment if they peed infront of the coach and the team compared to Kacey who didnt seem to care that much considering everyone on the team had wet themselves at one point and Kacey had done it the most often over the years. Slowly the two girls escorted Kacey to the changing rooms taking great care not to pee themselves in the process though in there case it was extremly difficult as there bladders were just so full of pee.
When the girls got to the changing room they started frantically looking for a place to pee they started to panic until they noticed the sink at the back of the changing rooms next to the showers the girls were at first hesitant to piss in a sink but they decided that it was in there or in there pants they decided they had to do it. At first they wanted to take turns but they knew that they couldnt hold it any longer so quickly both girls got their shorts and pants down and quickly hoisted themselves over the sink and almost simultaneoulsly they both started peeing. Both girls let out a loud sigh of relief as they both released the contents of their bladders into the sink with Monica's bladder released at a rapid pace to the point where it was very audible outside of the changing room whilst Abbigail stream released at a much smaller pace but she still felt the same relief that Monica. When the two girls finished they noticed that Kacey had been standing there watching them as she was now fully changed. Kacey asked them if they felt better to which she responded with yes, to which she then told them to move as she still had to pee. The two girls then left the changing toom to wait for Kacey and when she got out the three girls walked back to the pitch and whilst they were walking there Kacey mentioned that the girls could make peeing in the changing room sink a regular thing and heck why not bring the other girls on the team in on it as they were often bursting to piss aswell. The two girls laughed it off but then realised that she was dead serious they had a think about it for a minute and realised hey why not I mean there were rumors that the other year groups had their own makeshift toilets why shouldnt they. |
Part 4
It was now a warm Sunday afternoon and the full practice session of the 12 to 13yr olds was concluding and as the players from the team exited the pitch the players of the 10 to 11yr olds started to fill the pitch. Among them was 11 yr old Jamie who had been driven to practice by her best friend Angela's mum. Once the girls had arrived they waved goodbye to Angela's mum and headed over to the pitch to start the practice with the rest of their teammates. As the practice began Jamie began to feel a slight twinge in her bladder which made her realise that she had forgotten to go to the toilet before she left for practice and as usual they're would be no opportunity to use the bathroom until the end of practice. As the practice began Jamie prayed that she would be able to hold it throughout the entirety of practice as over the course of her life she had never had the strongest bladder and had been rather accident prone throughout her life even though she had never been diagnosed with any bladder problems she guessed she just never had the strongest bladder which had caused a lot of incidents in her life especially whilst playing for this team as compared to the rest of her team she has had quite a few more accidents over the years and she was hoping that she wouldnt have one today especially due to the fact that it had been the longest amount of time between accidents and she was hoping that peeing herself was behind her. As practice continued the feeling in her bladder started to go away as they started the usual running exercises that they always did at the start of training. By the time they were half way through the first stretch Jamie was feeling a lot better about holding her pee and she felt like she was able to confidently drink from her water bottle without having to worry about her peeing herself later on. By the time the first stretch of practice was finished Jamie had only downed a quarter of her bottle, though that could be due to the fact that she had only started drinking water halfway through the practice stretch.
Eventually the coach called the first break of the two hour practice stretch and Jamie watched as a lot of the girls, including Angela had went to go fill up their water bottles leaving only her and two or three other players waiting by the side of the pitch for practice to continue. Whilst waiting for the next stetch of practice to commence Jamie noticed that one of the other girls on the team, who hadnt gotten up to fill their water bottles, was squirming around a bit on the ground. As Jamie looked at her she thought to herself "does she have to pee" . When the girl noticed Jamie looking at her she quickly sat still but Jamie could still tell she ahd to pee due to the fsct that she was shaking slightly as she sat. Jamie also turned away from the girl but there was one side effect of noticing the other girl need to pee that Jamie felt when the rest of her team got back from the water fountain and that was her own need to pee which had come drifting back as she was watching the other girl squirm in place. In her head Jammie curesed as she felt the need to pee return to her body in a considerably stronger state to the point where she found it hard to sit still as she sat there talking to Angela.
When the second stretch of practice started the urge to pee didnt go away like it did the first time which seriously worried Jamie as she was worried that she wouldnt be able to hold it till the end of practice. Despite her need to pee she continued to play to highest standard she possibly could. By the time they were a quarter of the way through the second practice stretch Jamie's need to pee was grow as she practiced to the point where she was seriously doubting her ability to hold it till the end of practice. Whilst Jamie was waiting in line to perform a drill she noticed the girl who was squirming during break and by the look of things it had gotten a lot worse since the break as she was at the point where she had a hand in her crotch whenever she wasnt running, jmaie felt sorry for the girl but at the same time she had her own bladder to worry about as it was becoming a serious issue due to how fast her urge was growing.
By the time the second practice stretch was over Jamie was also at the point where she had to put a hand in her crotch to keep the pressure off her bladder, which helped a little bit but she could still could feel her full bladder begging for release. Whilst Jamie sat there she realised her water bottlle was nearly empty and due to the3 fact that it was so warm outsiide and she was doing a lot of running she figured it would be best to go fill it up whilst she had the chance. Slowly she got up and headed over to the water fountain with the rest of her teammates. When she finally got to chance to fill up her water bottle she made an effort to block out the soundds of the water filling her bottle and tried to look away as her bottle slowly filled with water. When her bottle was filled she slowly started to head back to where the rest of her team sat to wait for the next stetch of practice.
The next practice stretch was hell for Jamie as the pressure in her poor bladder continued to increase as she tried to hold it, it had gotten to the point where she couldnt even keep track of how the other girl who needed to pee was doing as she had to keep focusing on her own predicament. Eventually Jamie felt a small spurt of pee exit her pee hole and dampen her panties which caused her to double over as she felt the warm wetness on her panties as she tried to hold on. She eventually regained control of her bladder but that didnt stop her from leaking several times during the next training session which eventually produced a small wet spot on her spot and as for her pants, well they were drenched in her urine. By the time the third practice stretch was almost done the pressure in her bladder was almost unbearable, it was almost like she could feel the pee pushing against her pee hole as she felt it tingling which in her experience was a sign that she would wet her self quite soon.
After what felt like forever the third practice stretch ended and when it did Jamie suddenly lost another spurt of pee causing her to increase the grip on her pee hole tenfold, she reaslised that she was going to wet herself very soon so she decided that the best course of action would be to get away from everyone so she made it look like she was going to fill up her water bottle and made a dash for the changing rooms and when she got there she quickly ran behind them as she had thought she saw a couple of her teammates go in there at the start of the break. When she was sufficently hidden she doubled over droping her water bottle in the process to try and hold on just that little but longer. She thought for sure she was going to pee herself until she realised that she was completely hidden and that gave her an idea. See from a young age Jamie had always known how to pee outside due to the fact that she went camping a lot and she decided that it was now time to put those skills to use. She quickly removed one leg from her legs and got into a squatting position and after widening her legs a torrent of pee escaped from her pee hole and splashed against the wall she was facing. Jamie sighed in relief as she was finally able to release the contents of her bladder which felt amazing as she let all her pee out at once. Jamie looked down at her stream to see how fast it was exiting her body and was amazed at how much there was infact she was kind of proud of herself for being able to hold this much for so long. Jamie's stream continued on until it finally subsided leaving only a few drops exiting her pee hole and since she had a history of not letting all her pee out she tried to push a bit more out which lead to a few small spurts joining the puddle on the ground. Jmaie got her shorts back on and stood up admiring the puddle that she had left on the ground and decided she should go to the changing room to wash her hands.
When she entered the changing rooms she was shocked to hear the unmistakeable sound of someone peeing in a container along with a loud sigh of relief. This shocked Jmaie a little and she quickly got out of the changing rooms leaving a peek in the door for her to see through. Eventually the sound of peeing subsided and right into Jamie's line of sight was the girls she had noticed earlier who needed to pee. Jamie watched as she saw the girl walk over to the sink with a bottle filled with a yellow liquid that Jamie assumed was her pee. She watched as she poured it down the sink and washed her bottle and hands in the sink next to it. After she was sure she was done Jamie fully walked into the bathroom catching the girl off guard but gladly there was no evidence of what she had done. The girl then exited the changing room and after washing her hands Jmaie followed her back to the pitch. |
Part 5
It was now game day at the local football club and 15yr old Molly was getting ready for her first game with the team. Admittitly she was a bit nervous about her first time playing with the team, what if she messed up and let the team down and everybody hated her for it. For a while she just sat there in the changing room whilst the other girls stood around chatting. She was about to go meet up with her friends Amy and Samantha but before she could she was called on by the teams coach, Mrs Peters. She slowly walked out of the changing room to meet the coach who was talking with someone who was a similiar age to her which Molly assumed was her husband. When Mrs Peters noticed her come out the changing room she greeted in her usual friendly manner, that was the thing about Mrs Peters, whilst she had her strict training regiment and even stricter bathroom policy she was still a good coach who was never mean or insulting to the other girls unless they diserved it. Molly in return greeted the coach in an equally friendly manner and the coach gave her the usual coach pep talk before the game basically telling her to not be nervous and to just do her best. This didnt really do much as she was still very nervous which caused another issue that she hadnt thought about till now, her bladder. See whilst Molly had a strong bladder on its own one thing that always triggered a need to pee was nervousness which had caused several incidents in the past when she was thrown into nerve racking scenarios. Big deal she thought she would just head under the bleachers and pee there which she was about to do until she was called over to the rest of the team by Mrs Peters.
Molly nervously walked over to the team as she wouldnt get another oppurtunity to go pee for a while now as Mrs Peters always kept an eye on the bench goers during matches to make sure they never went anywhere and as usual the players on their team were not permitted to use the bathroom and if she tried Mrs Peters would surely notice. When Molly was with the rest of the team Mrs Peters started going over the game plan and reading the starting lineup which surprise surprise Molly was not a part of and since she was on the bench it gave her a bit of time to focus on controlling her bladder which was a good thing as when she was on the field she would only be able to focus on playing.
Soon after that the game began and Molly watched on as her team performed to the best of the ability to try and score a goal in the oppositions goal, in truth she was impressed by how well her team played as her team were able to mostly keep the ball on the other side of the goal. As Molly watched on the feeling in her bladder started to grow as she tried to just forget about it as the game went on. Eventually Molly became thirsty as it was very warm outside on that particular day. To counter the thirst she started to take big gulps out of her water bottle which she knew was a bad idea as it would hurt her bladder in the longrun but it was even worse to be dehydrated when she had to go on the pitch. As she waited for a sub the feeling in her bladder continued to get stronger sending strong messages that it needed relief. Molly wished that she would be able to just go to the bathroom and release the contents of her bladder into the toilet or even just to be able to go to the bleachers and pee on the grass but alas she couldnt so she just had to endure as she felt the urine gushing inside her. Eventually without warning Molly was called on by Mrs Peters and told to go onto the pitch to play defence. Molly quickly obliged and headed out onto her teams half of the pitch. Throughout most of her time on the pitch the ball stayed on the oppositions side and she only had to spring into action a few times during the first half of the game and when she wasnt playing she was thinking of two things, 1, when she had to spring into action and 2, her bladder. Over the course of her time on the pitch her bladder had gotten much worse and since she couldnt hold herself due to the fact that she would be noticed she just kept her legs crossed and shifted around alot whilst standing there as the pee begged for release. Eventually she was called off the pitch and ten minutes later it was half time.
Once the coach callled them all off the pitch they had a quick half time team talk in which the coach congratulated them on their performance as tthe team had managed to score a goal bringing the score to 1-0 them. After the team talk the girls all headed off to fill up their water bottles by the changing room whilst Amy and Samantha headed over to the bleachers, probably to go pee or something. Molly was about to join them until Mrs Peters stopped her and told her to sit down on the bench so they could chat. Mrs Peters then went on to tell her how she performed well for the first time on the pitch and went on to give her some more tips whilst Molly kept a constrained smile on her face as all she wanted to do was to be able to pee to the point where she had discretly put a hand to her crotch to reduce the pressure on her full bladder. Eventually the coach stopped talking and as soon as sshe was off the bench the whistle blew indicating that half time was over and the second half was starting. Molly nearly broke down in tears at this realisation and the coach asked her if she needed to fill up on water to which she responded with a no, even though she could have easily lied and got a chance to go to the bleachers but she didnt want to lie to her, for some reason.
The second half kicked off and surprisingly Molly was on the starting line up, the bad thing though was that meant she couldnt hold herself to better control her poor bladder and had to resort to crossed legs and fidgeting which was no longer as helpful. During the second half the opposition played significantly better as the ball was on her side of the pitch more often meaning Molly had more work to do which wasnt good on her full bladder. Eventually she was called off the pitch and took a seat on the bench. She thought she would be better able to hold herself but she was wrong as her bladder went into full overdrive mode sending wasve after wave of pressure to her already strained bladder. Molly doubled over to try to hold it in but at this point she was worried she would pee herself again and she didnt want to pee herself twice in under a month. Molly tried her best to hold it in but eventually a spurt of pee was able to escape her poor bladder which dampened her dry panties and left a look of shock on her face but lucklly she didnt wet herself. Molly was so focused on her bladder that she didnt realise that the game was 15 minutes from ending and all the people on the bench incluidng the coach were stood up cheering her team on Molly prayed that she could hold it till the end but deep down she knew she couldnt. Maybe thats what made her think of her now empty water bottle sitting right next and how nobody would see her if she were to pee inside of it. As soon as the idea was in her head she grabbed the bottle and ducked down over the other side of the bench. She quickly unscrewed the lid and lowered her shorts and panties to her mid thighs. It took a while to get the bottle in position but when it was in position she relaxed her tired holding muscles. A small stream of pee then flowed from her urethra as she tried her best to keep it slow and quiet so no one would hear it. As urine flowed into the bottle she resisted the urge to sigh so no one would notice which was harder than she thought due to the fact of how relieving it was to let all tht urine out of her body as it had been trapped there for ages. Molly looked down to see the liquid flowing from her urethra into the large bottle and noticed that it was nearly full but she still thought she wouldnt overflow which luckily for her she was right. When her stream ended she quickly screwed the lid back onto the bottle before pulling her shorts and panties back up. Eventually the game ended and since no one scored during theb second half the final score was 1-0 her team meaning they had won. Molly smiled and after they had been congratulated Molly and the rest of the team retutned to the changing room and before she did noticed the other girls in her team who were standing in line for the toilet which made Molly think about just how close she was to wetting herself and she was gald she didnt
end of part 5 |
Part 6
At the local football club it was once again tike for the 12 to 13yr olds to begin their practice. As the girls on the team began to surround their coach Mrs Peters one other girl showed up just before they were about to be given instructions on what to do ofor the first pracice stretch. The girl that showed up last was Kacey who was running late due to sleeping in and had to run to make it in time. Once Kacey arrived the girls began their regular boring running exercises that they would always do in the first stretch of training. Once the training had started Kacey started to converse with her friend Monica while they ran and eventually they got to talking about Kacey's lateness. "So what happened to make you late your usually the first one here" Monica asked her, curious to find out. "Oh I just slept in late today and didnt notice, I didnt even have time to use the toilet before I left the house.". Monica then responded with "Oh are you gonna be okay". Kacey responded with "Yeah I'll just go in the sink during the break.". Monica looked at her and said "I hate to tell you this but someone blocked all the sinks and they're unusable so you wont be able to go there.". Kacey was a little shoocked by this but at the same time she didnt have to go that bad, sure she definitely felt like she needed to go but not like she was desperate and anyway surely she could hold it by now, right ? Kacey then erased the thought of her bladder from her head and continued training until the end of the first practice stretch.
When the first practice stretch ended all the girls exited the pitch, Kacey included and took a seat on the dry grass. Kacey then retreieved her water bottle and pondered over drinking from it, on one hand she still had to pee but on the other hand she was thirsty and she didnt want to go the whole two and a half hour practice without drinking anything. Eventually her thirst got the better of her and she began taking large swigs from her water bottle whilst she chatted with Monica, sure that water would be affecting her bladder later but she knew she wouldn't be in a comfortable state by the time she got to use the toilet anyway.
After a while the coach called the team back onto the pitch for the next stretch of practice where they started to get into some basic football drills. Over the coarse of this practice session Kacey started to become more uncomfortable due to the pressure in her bladder building up over time, this added pressure was causing her to fidget more often to the point where she would rarely stand still when not practicing. Over time Monica noticed Kacey's behaviour and asked her if she was alright to which she replied with an uncertain yes leaving Monica unconvinced that she would make it in the end as she could tell she was quite desperate for the toilet and so could other people on the team. Never the less Kacey continued on with her bladder getting more uncomfortable by the minute leaving her seriously regretting not using the toilet before she left.
By the time the second stetch of practice ended Kacey was not in a good state as she could simply not sit still due to the pressure from her bladder and even while sitting down she was constantly shifting around and giving very visual hints that she had to pee. As for Kacey herself she was cursing herself for not using the toilet when she had the chance as she was now in this predicamentof being desperate to pee, then again a quick filling bladder was always a problem for Kacey as for some reason her bladder would always fill up really fast meaning she could become desperate in a short amount of time and when she did get to pee it would be the equivalent of a waterfall escaping from her pee hole. Due to this she had to learn how to hold her pee from an early age so that meant she would spent time trying to go as long as possible without using bathroom or peeing herself and over the years she had definitely gotten better at holding her pee but even with her increased holding skill she was still unsure about whether she could make it or not as her bladder seemed to be filling up even faster than usual, that or she had drank more than usual she couldn't really remember. Along with learning how to better hold her pee she had also prepared on what to do if it was an emergency and there was no bathroom around such as learning how to pee outside and how to pee in a bottle, infact to this day she keeps an empty two litre bottle in her room incase of emergencies which she has sadly had to use fairly recently due to being desperate when she got home from school only to find her bathroom occupied by her mother.
Eventually Mrs Peters shouted to indicate the next stretch of practice was begininging. This shout shocked Kacey and nearly caused her to lose control of her bladder but luckily she was able to stem the flow of urine to the point where only a small spurt escaped her pee hole. The shock of losing a drop caused Kacey to throw her hands in her crotch to stop any more pee from escaping. Once Kacey felt in control of her bladder she slowly stood up which was hard for her due to the fullness of her bladder but never the less manged to make her way to Mrs Peters who was about to give an anouncement. Once all the girls were around Mrs Peters she announced that due to personal circumstances training would be ending early and this would be the last stretch of training. Kacey was exstatic as this meant she would finally be able to pee, all she had to do was last half an hour which admititly was easier said than done but she had to try. Kacey and the rest of the team began the last phase of practice which was hell for Kacey as every ounce of energy was going towards not peeing herself as her bladder was so unbelieveably full at this point she was struggling to even run. Over the next half an hour Kacey leaked pee several more time which eventually left her underwair soaked and filled Kacey with dread.
Eventaully Mrs Peters announced that practice was over and that the girls were free to go Kacey was overjoyed to hear this and headed straight for the bathrooms and waited for Mrs Peters to unlock them. But to her horror Mrs Peters just packed everyhting up and left in her car.Kacey nealry creid when she found out she couldnt go as this meant she would have to go home and use the toilet there and luckily for her her house was five minutes away so as quick as she could she grabbed her stuff from the changing room and headed down the road to her house.
The walk home was probably the hardest thing Kacey ever had to do as her bladder was so full to the point that it created a huge bulge in her stomach and every step was painful but Kacey was a fighter and she would not wet herself at this point and continued on down the road to her house. When she saw her house in the distance she full on sprinted to her front door and threw it open. She quickly removed her shoes and darted upstairs to the bathroom and when she tried to open the door she was shocked to find it locked. She loudly banged on the door only to hear the voice of her mother from the other side. Kacey realised she wouldnt make it and realised she had one more option. She quickly darted to her room and slammed the door behind her , after locking the door she quickly threw a towel onto the flooras she always did when she did this. She then knelt down to find the bottle she kept under her bed but the minute she found it her bladder gave out and started releasing a thick yellow stream of pee into her pants which splattered onto the wooden floor of her bedroom. Kacey, acting fast unscrewed the lid of the bottle and ran over to the towel leaving a small trail of pee behind her. When she was over the towel threw her pants and shorts down and positioned the bottle over her urethra. Kacey let out a loud sight of relief as the pee exited her full force and splattered into the bottle under her pee hole. Kacey looked down to see her stomach deflating and the bottle filling up with her pee. As her stream continued Kacey looked at the damge done to her sorts and came to the conclusion that they would definitely need washed and as for her pants they were full on soaked. As Kacey continued peeing she heard her toilet fluch and the bathroom door open meaning her mum must've come out of the bathroom. Eventually Kacey's stream subsided and she brought the bottle up to her face to see how much she peed. She was surprised to see that she had pee over a litle as over half the bottle was full. She then looked down at the floor and realised she would have to clean this up and there was quite a bit of pee on the floor. Eventually she heard a knock on her bedroom door and then the voice of her mother saying "Kacey, are you alright, was it an emergency". Which basically meant did you to pee in the bottle. Kacey responded by saying she was alright and she then heard her mother walk away from the bedroom door. Kacey then looked down at the puddle and realised she had some cleaning to do
End of part 6
P.S Anyone wondering how those sinks got blocked maybe we'll find out 😉 |
Part 7
As it was every Sunday morning 15yr old Amy was arriving at the practice of her local football club with her two friends Samantha and Molly. As they arrived at the pitch all three of the girls noticed that they needed to pee and since the regular bathrooms were locked as usual they headed over to the abandoned bleachers which was where they usually went when they had to pee before or during practice. When the girls arrived over to where the bleachers should be they were surprised to see that they were absent from where they usually stand leaving only the dirt marks from where it once stood. The girls were obviously confused as they couldn't see the old bleachers anywhere it was as if they had completely dissapeared. Although they were confused about where the bleachers had gone they had another problem to deal with that being since the bleachers were gone they would gave to hold it or find somewhere else to pee and so far no one had an idea on where to go, Samantha was especially worried due to her not having gone in over twelve hour and she had drank quite a lot that morning. Amy and Molly weren't as bad off as Samantha but they too could feel the pressure of their pee building up in their bladders and also hadn't gone in a while due to the fact that they would always just go underneath the bleachers. The three girls just stood around for a minute until their coach gave them instructions to begin the first phase of training. Before they started training Samantha asked the coach what happened to the old bleachers to which she responded saying that it was reported that someone in the year group below them reported that other year groups had been "missusing" them and that the coach decided to remove them. Samantha was a little shocked by the news and in her head she thought "Does someone know that we use it to pee in.". Either it annoyed her that someone found out and reported them, now they would have to go back to being desperate by the end of practice. Samantha thought for a minute and realised "I've got to get them back".
As the first phase of training commenced the girls seemed to be doing fine in terms of their need to pee as the need wasn't too great yet they could perform at the level they usually do but as the first phase commenced all three of the girls could feel the pressure in their bladders building up, it was slow but steady as if the desperation was creeping up on them. It was about halfway through the first the first session that the girls got to talking with each other. Amy asked Samantha if she learned what happened with the bleachers to which she replied with what she heard from the coach. The two girls were both shocked and angry that they had been snitched out like that but Samantha insured them that they would get them back and that she was just brainstroming ideas on how to do it which the other two girls were satisfied with. By the end of the first practice stretch all three of the girl's need to pee had grown significantly as they were constantly shifting around a lot while moving. It didnt help that the three girls had taken larege swigs of their water bottles whilst training due to the dehydration they were feeling. As the girls were talking they gradually got into the topic of how their bladders were feeling to which they responded truthfully saying their need to pee had increased exponentially since the first stretch of training and that in all honestly none of the girls knew if they would make it or not.
During the next few sessions the girls need to pee had started growing at a rapid pace, even faster than the girls had predicted. By the end of the third practice stretch all three of the girls had their hands in their crotches and were squirming around alot whilst talking amongst each other and when the fourth practice stretch commenced it was blatantly obvious that she had to pee even the coach noticed the girls with their legs crossed and their hands in their crotched but she didn't say anything, she never did. By the time they were halfway through the fourth practice stretch Samantha was the first one to leak as she lost a spurt of pee from her pee hole which dampened her white panties, causing her to double over to ensure she didn't have a full blown accident. Molly and Amy had to turn away at the signt of Samantha doubled over to avoid them leaking as well, which was hard at that point as their bladders were just so full. By the time the fourth break started the girls couldn't sit still anymore, they had to constantly keep moving in order to not pee themselves the girls were about to give up but Samantha ensured them that they could make it through the last practice stretch all they had to do was keep holding. As the last stretch of practice began the girls had never been this desperate in their lives not when Amy first found the bleachers, not when Samantha went to the bleachers with her sister and not when Molly had to pee in a bottle during the game, this was the most desperate they had ever been. As the minutes ticked on they could feel the pressure in their strained bladders as it begged them to release but just as they thought it was all over the coach blew the last whistle. As quick as they could the three gitls rushed to the toilets followed by several other girls that also had to pee. When the girls got to the toilet they threw open the door which was left unlocked as the coach always left it open a few minuted before practice ended and almost simultaneously ran into the first three available stalls locked the door, threw down their shorts and panties and after sitting down on the toilets let out a loud sigh. Almost immediately three loud streams of pee exited their floodgates echoing loudly throughout the toilet. The girls kept on sighing as the pee flew out of their strained holding muscles as they thanked god that they were able to make it. As their streams finished they all exited their stalls at the same time and after everyone had left Samantha said to them "Grab every roll of toilet paper you can carry and go to the changing room sinks, I'll explain when we're there"
end of part 7 |
Part 8
It was a bright sunny day at the local girls football club and 13yr old new comer Louise was sitting on a bench embracing the warm sun as she waited for the practice to start. As she waited for the practice began another girl from the team went up to her and introduced herself. The girl said name was Taylor and the two sat together and talked for a bit as more members of the team started to fill the pitch with some just standing around and chatting whilst others went into the changing room. Louise then realised that she too had a bag to deposite into the changing room and so she excused herself from her conversation with Taylor and slowly trotted over to the changing room. When she arrived she saw that there were only three girls left, two that were sitting on the bench and one that was standing over by the sink who was still getting chnged into her gear and was in the process of pulling her shorts up, she thought it was a bit weird to get changed next to the sink but not like it inconvienced her in anyway. The three girls noticed her and said hi as they walked out of the changing room. Louise quickly threw her bag of stuff on bottle of her bench after taking out her full bottle of water and went back outside to rejoin Taylor. Before the two girls walked over to the pitch to begin practice Louise decided that she had better go to the bathroom before she started as she felt a small twinge in her bladder telling her that she needed to pee. As they walked past the toilets Louise told Taylor she was gonna go pee quickly and before Taylor could say anything Louise had pulled the toilet door only to discover that it was locked. Louise turned to Taylor who then said "I probably should have told you, the toilets are locked until the end of practice.". Louise asked Taylor if she was serious and she told her yes which worried Louise as throughout her life she was never the best at holding her pee. Louise decided that she would just have to endure it as according to Taylor there was no way to get the coach to open the toilet door before the end of practice, infact Taylor told her that she tried once to get the coach to open the toilets and she was made to run laps which ended up causing her to wet her pants, and to make matters worse the coach still didnt open the toilets even though she still had more pee to release wich meant she ended up peeing behind the changing rooms as she didnt want to wet her shorts again.
After their conversation the two girls headed onto the pitch to begin their practice with Louise still needing to pee. When they got to where the coach was the first thing the coach did was introduce the team to Louise and after that they were made to do some their regular warm up/fitness drills that they usually did until their first break. During the training Louise could still feel that twinge in her bladder telling her to go pee, it was nothing serious but she knew it would get worse and with two and a half hours of practice she knew she would be struggling by the end. Louise passed the time during the boring fitness exercises talking to Taylor Where they mostly discussed trivial things, such as their school and home. Eventually Louise could feel herself becoming more in need of a toilet as she could feel the desperation inside of her as practice went on and it was gradually becoming more uncomfortable.
As the first stretch of practice ended the coach called for a break. Louise took a seat next to Taylor who was sitting there trying to catch her breath after dealing with Mrs Peters ruthless running exercises. Louise herself was also very tired and she was debating whether or not to drink from her water bottle as she knew it would not help her bladder. Eventually she deiced to start drinking as she didnt want to be too tired throughout the rest of the practice. As the two girls sat there Taylor asked Louise if she still needed to pee which Louise hadn't been thinking about and when it was brought up she noticed her need has increased exponentially as she noticed that she had started shifting around. Louise was honest and said that she needed to go worse than before and Taylor then admitted that she had to pee too and that she also wasn't very good at holding it. Eventually Mrs Peters called on the girls to begin the next phase of training and the girls ready to begin.
The next part of the training consisted of some basic dribbling and passing drills which Louise felt she was farely good at as her passes were always accurate and she had great control with the ball. Louise looked over at Taylor and noticed that she wasn't as skilled with the ball as her passes were off quite a bit and she sometimes fumbled with the ball whilst dribbling at higher speeds. Throughout the training Louise also noticed Taylor always seemed to be moving about, even when she stood still, Louise thought to herself "How badly does she have to pee ?". Its not like Louise was in that bad of a state, I mean sure she shifted about quite a bit but at least she could keep still. Looking at Taylor was helping Louise's bladder as seeing Taylor desperate seemed to be making Louise's need to pee increase as she herself had started shifting in place more often and she even kept her legs anytime she wasn't moving, Louise realised that holding it throughout the entire practice was going to be a difficult business.
During the next break both girls were very desperate to pee as they both sat with there legs crossed and struggled to stand still when stood up. Louise then asked Taylor "Hey how long have you had to pee ?". Taylor looked embarassed and said "Since before practice, I had actually tried to go to the toilet before I met you.". Louise figured this made more sense as she seemed just, if not more desperate than her despite only having to pee since the first practice stretch. The girls continued to talk until the next practice stretch began and they were told to get up. As soon as Louise got up she felt her bladder spasm and she was genuinely scared she could wet herself. She threw her hands into her crotch until she felt in control of her bladder to which she then headed over to the rest of her team.
During the next practice stretch was when things really started to get bad, Louise's need was starting to get worse and worse as she felt the need to constantly keep moving to keep herself from peeing and she eventually tried to discreetly keep her hands in her crotch so as to avoid involuntery peeing. Louise looked over at Taylor and saw that she wasn't doing any better as it looked like she was full on pee dancing and she too had her hands jammed into her crotch. As the stretch of practice went on Louise felt her bladder spasm a couple more times to the point where it felt like she would leak at any second. Luckily for her the practice activities weren't that hard as they were focused on shooting drills and she could uuse the excuse that she wasn't that good of a striker if her kicks looked off when it reality it was because she was really desperate to pee. When Louise checked in on Taylor she saw that she seemed to be doing better at the shooting ddrills than her even with a full bladder which she was kind of jealous of. Near the end of the practice stretch Louise fellt another much stronger bladder spasm, so strong that it caused a bit of pee to escape from her pee hole and dampen her panties. Louise threw her hands in her crotch and prayed that she could hold it as she was terrified of peeing infront of everyone, the only thing she wanted to do at the moment was threw herself on a toilet and release the torrent of pee stuck inside her.
At the next interval Louise ran over to Taylor and said "Taylor I need to pee now, if I dont get a chance to go Im gonna pee myself." Taylor replied with "I know Im bursting too infact I've already leaked in my undies.". All hope seemed lost for the girls until Louise another building that looked just like the toiley block but it was next to the other pitch, Louise asked what it was and Taylor said. "Thats the pitch where the boys team practices and the building is their toilet, wait maybe it'll be open.". The two girls discreetly made their way over to the other toilet block taking great care to not attract any unwanted attention. When the girls reached the boys toilets they tried the door and to their delight it opened, quick as a whistle the girls threw the door open and ran inside. When the girls were inside they were horrified to find that the stalls were out of order and the only thing available was the urinals. Louise had pretty much given up at this point and was ready to just pee herself until Taylor ran over to the urinals screaming "Sorry Louise I cant hold it anymore.". Louise saw as Taylor threw down her shorts and panties til they were around her ankles and used her hands to position her urethra. Once she was ready a think fast stream of pee shot out of her and splattered onto the urinal as Louise watched in aw as her own bladder begged to be released. As Taylor was emptying her own strained bladder Louise realised that she would have to do the same thing, so she went to the urinal that was furthest from Taylor and quickly threw her shorts and panties down to her ankles. She then tried to use her hands to position her urethra to the point where it wouldnt splatter into her shorts, which was hard as her bladder sensed it was near a toilet and tried to releases its contents. When Louise was properly positioned she opened the floodgates and another stream shot out of her, one that was more thick and yellow than Taylor's. As both girls peed they both let out audible sighs of relief as their pee exited their bodies and splattered into the urinal leaving the girls with a euphoric sense of relief. Eventually Taylor's stream slowed to a dribble and the last feww drops landed on the floor and in her pants, Louise also noticed that her pants were more damp than hers indicating that she leaked more than her over the course of training. Eventually Louise stream ceased to exist and she too was completely emptied or urine. Both girls stood there for a minute until Louise said "Looks like you really had to go.". Taylor replied with "Yeah I know, hey since no one esle practices here at the same time as us maybe we could run here if we're feeling desperate.". Louise fought about this for a second and agreed after all knowing her there would certainly be another time where she would forget to pee before practice.
End of part 8 |
Part 9
Authors Note: This part was partly inspired by a piece of art work of a group of girls sports gear running to pee in a river. I cant rememeber the image off the top of my head but if I find it I'll link it here
Amy was sat patiently amongst the other girls of her football team waiting for the teams bus to arrive. The team was on their way to an away game and had to take the teams stage coach to reach the opposing teams pitch. Since it was a 2 and a half hour trip Amy had brought more refreshments than usual along with the lunch that her mum had provided for her. Normally she wouldn't have arrived at the pitch during an away game until the bus had already arrived but due to the fact that an old school friend named Jennie had recently joined the team and she usually arrived much earlier than her she decided she would be an early bird for the day. No sooner did Jennie cross her mind she heard a nearby voice calling her name.
Amy turned around to see her old friend waving at her. Amy was quiet girl, tall for her age but one thing that made her stand out was her beautiful blonde hair. Amy walked over to Jennie to greet her and saw that she was carrying her sports bag in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. The two sat down and began a conversation with Amy saying "Hey Jennie you'd better make sure you dont drink all your water before the game.". Jennie responded back by saying "Dont worry I brought plenty of drinks, and besideds its so hot out here.". Amy agreed and decided it would be good to start breaking in to her water supply and quickly drank two 500ml bottles of water.
It was another 30 minutes before the bus arrived and when it pulled up out stepped the teams new coach Mrs jenkins. In many ways iss Jenkins was very similar to their old coach Mrs Peters, they were both tought and determined coaches who pushed the girls to the best of their ability. Though one thing that Miss Jenkins did do better than Mrs Peters was her bathroom policy, as she would allow the girls to go to the toilet during break which made practice a hell of a lot easier now that the old bleachers were removed, several times during practice she felt like she was on the verge of wetting herself, one time she even had to have a pee in the changing room sinks during one of the breaks.
This change in bathroom policy was also great for Jennie due to bladder infection meaning she had to go to the toilet very often, infact on the same day of practice that Amy had to pee in a sink Jennie had resorted to peeing in a discarded bottle, so having a more leniant bathroom policy was definitely a plus for them.
The coach gathered the girls around the bus and prepared to talk. "Alright girls, first thing I have to say is that unfortunately the bus's air condition is not working so the bus is going to be very hot. But on the bright side the other team's pitch does have a water tap so feel free to drink as much water as you brought.". Slowly all of the girls gathered onto the bus one by one with Amy and Jennie being the last ones on the bus. When the two girls got on the bus they could immediately feel the sweltering heat from the inside, they sure were glad they brought extra drinks. Since the only seats available were in the back row the two girls sat next to each other.
When the bus set of literally all of the girls in the team started drinking entire bottles of water they has brought from home, some girls only had one and went through the whole thing in 15 minutes whilst others had brought several and were either rationing out their water for the whole trip or drinking as much as they wanted as they would just refill it when they got to the pitch. Both Amy and Jennie were the one who drank as much as they wanted as they were both feeling extremely thirsty.
After half an hour Jennie had stopped drining entirely even thought she still had plenty of water. Amy asked her if she was still thirsty and she said yeah, but she was saving the rest for later. Amy was confused until she noticed how much Jennie had been shifting around in her seat, thats when it hit her. "Oh she must have to pee." Amy thought to herself, all that water must be starting to go through her. At this point Amy herself was starting to feel a tad uncomfortable in her abdomen. "Shit" Amy thought to herself as she realised the stupidy of her over drinking. She knew that there would be no stops during this ride and she had drank tons of water up to this point, she was sure to be desperate soon and the trip still had two hours left.
No sooner than she expected Amy's desperation began to ramp up, slowly becoming more in need of a wee as time went on in only 30 minutes Amy had her legs crossed and looking over at Jennie Amy saw that she was doing even worse than she was, jennie had her hands dug in crotch and she was violently shaking in her seat. Amy looked over at Jennie and she caught Amy's gaze. Jennie whispered to her saying "This is bad Amy, I've had so much to drink and now I'm bursting for a wee.". "Dont worry Jennie I need to go too. I new I shouldn't drank soo much." Amy responded trying to comfort her friend. "No Amy you dont understand I dont think I'm going to be able to hold it till we reach the pitch." . "Jennie try not to think about it.". Amy's response was all the advice Amy had and try as they might they couldn't seemto be able to get their bladder urges under control.
The girls continued to sit in agony as the pain in their bladders grew, for Amy it was bad as she now had her hands dug in her crotch but for Jennie it was pure pain as she felt her bursting bladder begging to be emptied. The girls were now halfway through the trip and both were on the verge of wetting themselves. The girls were about ready to give up until they heard the shouting of another girl down the bus.
"Miss can we stop the bus somewhere ? I really need the toilet." . The coach, who was driving the bus looked at the girls from the mirror and said that she though it would be clear that there would be no stops. The girl responded by saying "Please it's an emergency, I drank too much water.". Another girl also responded saying that she too really needed to pee and Miss Jenkins asked all the girls collectively if they needed to pee. Every single girl on the bus admitted a dire need for the toilet and Miss Jenkins realised than unless she wanted to subject the cleaners to a lot of mess she would have to stop the bus somewhere. Miss Jenkins knew this part of the road well and she realised that the only place to pull over was an old abandoned picnic area surrounded by a small ditch. Mrs Jenkins then asked if the girls were willing to pop a squat and pee. Pretty much every girl said yes including Amy and Jennie. The coach said "Look theres an abandoned picnic area in a forest thats 15 minutes from here, if you can make it you can either pee in a ditch or squat in the bushes.". A few of the girls had problems with peeing outside including Jennie but since they were all desperate they decided that it was either that or wet shorts.
Now that everyone's desperation was out in the open the girls were much more vocal about their need to pee including Amy and Jennie, suddenly the girls started calling who was going first which ended up with the coach saying that there was a river surrounding the picnic area and that as long as you were fine with it they could go where ever and if they werent okay with in the ditch they were free to go squat in the bushes.
Now that Amy and Jennie knew that relief they were holding on with all their power even with the need to pee getting stronger and stronger. Both of the girls, and by extention every girl on the bus had their hands in their crotches trying desperate to hold back the flood that needed to escape them. With every second that passed by the pain in their bladders got worse until Jennie let out a loud squeal as she momentarily lost control of her bladder. Luckily Jennie was ablw to stop the five second stream that escaped her pee hole and dampened her panties ad with only 5 minutes to go she doubled down on her holding even harder and assured herself she would make it to relief.
Eventually the bus got to the abandoned picnic area. It was rought, over grown and full of damaged picnic tables but the girls didn't care about that all they did was try to scout out a spot for relief. When the bus pulled over 15 girls, all clutching their nether regions dashed off the bus and ran straight for the ditch with Amy and Jennie being the last ones off. Most of the girls were so desperate that they could barely stand up straight let alone run so it was more a slow jog to the ditch rather than a run. As soon as the first girl got to the ditch her bladder gave in and a thich stream of pee started to flood out her pee hole through her shorts and panties. Luckily she was able to get them down quick enough and she quickly squatted over the ditch, not even caring that her bare ass was showing to everyone. One by one more and more girls got to the ditch and quickly removed their shorts and panties before squatting over the ditch. For a couple girls it took a while to get their streams going full force but before long they too were realeasing thick streams of urine into the ditch. Eventually all 15 of the girls made it too the ditch and now all wwre peeing in unision, releasing the trapped fluids that nothered them for so long and enjoying the relief that came with it. A few of the girls had notable wet spots on their panties due to leaking and some had even started peeing before they got to the ditch and had left small trails behind them, but this was nothing compared to the euphoria they felt. Jennie was feeling particularly relieved which for her seemed to be a perk of having a weaker bladder, she got to enjoy the feeling of relief more often and she by far had the biggest stream as it tickled her when she was releasing at full pace.
Eventually a few of the girls streams had sufficed and luckily one of the girls had brought tissues for the girls to wipe themselves with which were deposited into a nearby bin. One by one the girls finished peeing and quickly returned to the bus looking much more relieved. many of the girls said they never came that close to peeing themselves before in their life. A few of the girls were worried that they would have to pee again soon due to the sheer quantity of water that they drank but their coach was just glad that there was no mess to clean up and when the last girl got on the bus they continued on their journey.
End of part 9 |
Part 10
Setup: This takes place after their football game when they are on the bus going home.
Things were not looking good. It was 3:30 pm and all the girls loaded onto the bus were desperate for the toilet. Normally after their incident on the way to the game they all would have peed before they left but unfortunately something unexpected happened. About half an hour after they arrived at the opposing teams grounds there was a problem in the toilet and that probem came in the form of a pipe burst. This rendered the toilets entirely useless for the rest of the practice session and the 90 minute game that followed. By the end of the game almost everyone needed to use the toilet, except their coach Miss Jenkins who was lucky to have gone before the pipes burst, so now there were about 15 desperate girls about to who were at least 2 hours away from home.
One of these girls was star player Emily who was sat in her seat with her legs tightly crossed. Next to her was her long time friend Natalie who was trying to sit as still as possible but was really struggling. As the us moved on the two girls began a conversation. "Hey Nat do you think the coach will let us stop at the ditch and pee there again ? I dont know if I can make it another two hours.". "No chance Emily. It's on the other side of the motor way, we wont be able to pull into it.". Emily winced in pain as she heard Natalies statement as she once again gave her bladder muscles a tight squeaze, trying to contain the liquid trapped inside of it. "Well maybe we'll get lucky and they'll be another place we can pull over, at this point I'm not fussy." Emily replied.
Emily continued to put pressure on her bladder as she thought back to the incident this morning, how good it felt to pee into the ditch and how good it would feel to pee now, come to think of it she was probably more desperate now than she was then.
As the bus continued on down the motor way things got even worse. The bus hit some serious traffic and came to a complete standstill. As the bus continued to sit there the girls only started to further panick. Many of the girls thought they were going to pee themselves, Emily and Natalie were amongst that group. The two girls sat there both violently clutching their pee holes trying ever so hard not to leak. Emily was especially bad as the pressure in her bladder was starting to cause physical pain, she wanted nothing more than to release the liquids in her overfilled bladder, she couldn't stand not knowing anymore, she had to ask the coach when she would get to pee. She quickly shouted "Miss is there gonna be a toilet available soon, I dont know how much longer I can hold it.". The coach responded with "I'm sorry girls I know it's hard, just try and hold on a little longer.". The coaches words gave her no comfort as she basically admitted she had no clue where the next toilet was.
As the time ticked on the situation did not improve. It had been half an hour and the bus still hadn't moved. At this point the coach was worried that if a miracle didn't happen she had a lot of cleaning to do, and she didn't want that.
Eventually Emily's dam started to burst as a few spurts of pee started to escape her pee hole. Emily doubled-down on her leaking girl hood and luckily was able to keep herself from having a full-on accident on the bus. Natalie wasn't doing any better as she too had let a spurt of urine dampen her black panties, and it took her a lot of will to stop herself from letting more out.
As the bus sat there stationary Miss Jenkins was hastily looking over a map and realised that there would be no places to stop for another hour and a half even after they started moving. She didn't want to do what she was about to do but it was either that or risk a lot more cleaning. She shouted out "look girls I know some of you may have reservations but your going to have to pee in a bottle or something cause ther way it's looking there's not gonna be any place to stop soon." One of the girls shouted back "Miss I know for a fact that I'm gonna over fill my bottle, what should I do ?". The coach replied "Try and aim for the floor, it'll be easier to wash out than the seats just clear out the back row and go there."
All the girls were shocked by the thought of having to go here on the bus but since that was the only option they decided it had to be done. Though one problem they had was that most of their bottles were in their bags which were in the under part of the bus, most of them had only brought one bottle and some of them hadn't brought one onto the bus.
There were already two girls sitting at the back and since Emily and Natalie were in the middle they would have to wait a bit before they got a chance to go and since neither of them had brought bottles with them they would be peeing on the floor. Before the first girl went Miss Jenkins passed up a packet of tissues for the girls to wipe themselves with, she even had a bin bag to dispose of them in.
The first girl who went was team goal keeper Jennie and since she didnt have a bottle she had to pop a squat. The girl struggled to get her shorts and panties down due to the fact that she had to pee soo bad but when she did the rest of the team could hear the hissing and splattering of her pee hitting the floor and the loud sigh of relief that followed. The rest of the girls tried to block out the sound of her peeing as she continued to release a strong stream onto the bus floor which slowly traveled down the center of the bus until it stopped where Emily and Natalie were sitting.
As the line of girls peeing continued with some peeing in bottles and some just peeing on the floor Emily tried her best to not wet herself as she waited for her turn, which was a near impossible task as each of the girls was taking quite a while to pee due to the sheer quantity they were holding. Eventually Emily's bladder to leak again, these leaks continued until her panties couldn't absorb anymore and it just went right through them and it ran down her leg. Eventually Emily heard the shout of a girl who had just finished relieving herself that it was her turn to pee. Emily snapped out of her holding trance and nearly jumped out of her seat, she would've ran but due to the pain in her bladder she was forced into a hobble as she made her way behind the back seats.
When she got there she saw that a huge puddle of pee had formed which covered basically the entire area below the seats. Emily tried to quickly lower her shorts and panties but as soon as she removed her hands from her crotch her bladder gave in and her pee started gushing full force through her panties into her shorts. The rest of the team watched in horror as a wet spot started forming on Emilys shorts. Thinknig fast she quickly got her shorts down and her pee splattered full force onto the ground with nothing in its way.
Emily watched on as pee gushed out of her aching girl hood, she tried to push it out faster so she wouldn't make Natalie wait any longer than she had to. Whilst she was peeing she looked down at her panties and saw the full extent of the damge done, in short they were soaked, and her shorts had a football sized wetpatch on them and some of the pee had even got to her socks. Emily was impressed at how long her stream was lasting, it had been 15 seconds and she was still going full force, infact she still felt full. After about 45 seconds her pee stopped, she was about to get up but then a sudden suprise stream esacped her pee hole and further dampened her pants, Emily squatted back down and another 5 spurts escaped her pee hole, meaning she was fully empty.
Emily wiped herself dry and quickly pulled her shorts up feeling the wetness of her under wear. As soon as Natalie saw she was done she quickly got up and went behind the back seats releasing her own stream of pee.
By the time everyone was done the floor of the bus was soaked and the bus had started moving. Miss Jenkins sighed to herself and thought "This is gonna be a long night of cleaning". |
Part 11
As the blowing of the whistle blowed to indcate the end of the practice Kacey sighed in relief as this meant she could finally have a break after a tough practice. As the girls emptied the pitch in order to get a much needed rest. Kacey sat herself on a bench with her friend Monica, Kacey looked at her watch and saw it was currently 10:30 am, they still had another hour of practice left and then the girls had decided they would go for coffee together.
After the coach had felt the girls got the rest they needed she called them back onto the pitch for the last 50 minutes of practice. Since it was their last practice stretch the coach had decided to sart up a game. The coach then divided up the teams and sent them over to their respective sides. Kacey and Monica were on the same teamand since they both played defence they would both be able to talk to each other during the game, and as a bonus all the best players were on their team so with any luck the ball would be on the opponents side of the pitch most of the time.
The ball kicked off and as suspected the girls didn't have to do too much during the game, just try to stop the ball fromgetting past them every now and again which they were able todo as they were quite good defenders. The girls spent most of the practice session chatting about what they would do after the game. Eventaully the practicce game ended at a score of 3-1 Kacey's team and since they're were only five minutes left the coach decided to just let them go early. The girls quickly ran into the changing rooms to get changed out of their football gear and since the bus stop was closer than they're houses they just decided to carry their sports bags with them throughout the day. Kacey was the first one to emerge from changing room dressed in black skirt with a matching balck t-shirt and hoodie. Eventually Monica showed up wearing blue jeans with a pink t-shirt, it was warm outside so she was just keeping her hoodie in her bag. Before the girls left Monica tried to make a quick dash for the toilets but was disheartened to find out that they were out of order. Monica just decided she would go when she got to the town centre as she didn't have to pee thay bad anyway and as for Kacey she didn't have to pee at all.
The girls started to walk off down the street only to be suddenly overtaken by two girls who both looked like they really had to pee. Kacey whispered over to Monica "Glad thats not us." recounting a time when they were both desperateto pee after practice, luckily for them Kacey only lived five minutes away and Monic'a house was in the same direction so luckily they could both use the bathroom at Kacey's house and they both made it. After a bit of walking the girls reached their bus stop into the town and sat on their phones until the bus showed up. Whilst they waited Kacey noticed that Monica had her legs tightly shut which was at tell tale sign for her that she needed to pee. Kacey was about to ask her if she would be fine until they got to the town but before she could their bus arrived. The two girls got on the bus and paid for their tickets before taking a seat at the back of the bus and continuing browsing their phones. As the bus ride went on was starting to feel a small twinge in her bladder. "Must've been all the water I drank during practice." she thought to herself not like it was anything unbearable.
Eventually the bus came to a halt at their stop and before Kacey could say anything Monica was already up and out of her seat. When the bus doors opened Monica rushed out much quicker than usual with Kacey following behind. Eventually the girls reached the coffee shop they were planning to go to. When they got inside Monica announced that she was going to the toilet and Kacey said she would go too. When the girls got to the toilet they saw that it only had one stall and there were about 4 girls waiting inline to use the toilet. Not wanting to wait that long Kacey said that she would go wait in the order line and get their orders. Monica said that was okay and that she was going to stay in the line and pee anyway.
Kacey got in the order line and started the waiting process luckily for her the line was short, only three people. When she got to the front of the line she ordered their drinks, both in large take away cups as they usually liked to wander around the shops while they drank. Kacey found some seats and waited for Monica to return. Kacey started drinking her coffee and when she did she felt a small twinge in her bladder which was feeling fuller than it was half an hour ago. Kacey then heard Monica's voice calling her name. She looked up to see her taking a seat across from her. "You alright now ?" Kacey asked. Monica gleefully said back "Yeah I'm fine good thing we made it here so soon. I've had togo for ages and they just closed it for cleaning after I went out.". Kacey's ears perked up at this as this meant she wouldn't be able to go to the toilet here but she decided not to make a big deal about it, after all Monica never made a big deal about needing to pee and she probably needed to go alot worse than her. The girls spend another 30 minutes in the coffee shop before they decided to go browse some shops.
By the time they left the toilets were still being cleaned so Kacey had no way to empty her filling bladder and to make matters worse Kacey was still drinking her coffee so her bladder had more fluid coming it's way. The girls spent alot of their time browsing clothing shops and after half an hour Kacey's bladder was starting to become a serious problem, she had her legs clamped shut whenever she wasn't moving and was constantly looking around for a bathroom but unfortuneately for her the only bathrooms she found were out of order or were pay toilets and none of them had the right change. By this time Kacey had finished her coffee and disposed the cup into a nearby bin. Kacey continued to suffer in silence for until she felt a strong bladder spasm that caused her to stop in her tracks. Monica noticed her sudden stop and was about to ask her what was up but before she could she heard her phone ring. She answered it and going by what Kacey could make out it was her mum and she was needed at home. When Monica hung up she declared that her mum needed her home and she was headed to the bus stop. Even though Kacey had to pee she still didn't want to leave her friend on her own so decided to suck it up and join her friend on her way home.
Luckily the bus stop was only five minutes away so it wasn't too much of a strain on Kacey's full bladder and even better the bus had already arrived when they got there so the only thing to endure was the thirty minute long bus ride and the fifteen minute long walk home so she prayed she could hold it another forty five minutes. When the girls got to their seats and sat down Kacey immediately clamped her legs shut in an attemp to keep back the flow and prepared for a long agonising bus ride. As the bus rolled along the road every bump made Kacey feel like she was going to lose control in her seat but despite all that she refused to put a hand in her crotch as she didn't want anyone to become aware of her situation. As the bus ride continued the pressure was becoming too much to the point where she leaked a bit in her panties but she was determined to hang on her stop was only 10 minutes away and luckily Monica got off before her so at least she wouldn't wet herself infront of her.
Eventually the bus pulled up at Monica's stop and after she and the rest of the passengers got off the bus continued onwards. At this point Kacey had both her hands deep in her crotch, she didn't care who saw her at this point she just didn't want to wet herself she was determined she could hold on as the bus inched closer she prayed she could make a dash for her house but the she rembered, the park had public toilets and it was much closer to her house if she went there she had better chance of making it.
When the bus pulled up at her stop Kacey made a mad dash for the door not caring who saw her. She started running down the street with her hands in her crotch trying oh so hard not to pee herself. Eventually though the park came in sight and she dashed through the gates and went straight to the toilet. When she saw the toilets she almost started crying tears of joy. She bolted to the door of the ladies and tried to swing it open but to her dismay it was locked. At this point she couldn't even keep still she was full on pee dancing outside the toilets, her bladder was just soo full she could barely take it anymore. She was about to give up but then she had a last resort idea. She quickly turned to the mens toilet and tried to door, to her delight it was open and she threw the door open to be greeted with an empty toilet with two urinals and two stalls she ran over to the stall doors but to her horror the doors wouldn't open. Kacey was full on crying in the middle of the toilet as she stood there pee dancing with no other solutions. With no hope left and her bladder in pain her floodgates burst open and her hot warm piss flowed out of her. Her panties absorbed as much as they could but most of it just flowed through her panties and went in her socks or splattered onto the floor. Kacey tried as hard as she could to stop the stream but it continued to flow out of her for about 10 seconds before Kacey was able to clsmp her pee hole shut. Now Kacey was stood in the middle of the toilets with a puddle of pee beneathe her and a very full bladder begging to be released. Kacey could feel her legs shaking as tears rolled down her cheecks. She spotted a nearby bin and decided that was her only her only option as she was seconds away from another whole blown flood. Kacey hobbled over to bin leaking with every step, her bladder felt like it could give out at any moment. Kacey stood over the bin and tried to move her panties away but the moment she moved her hands from her crotch her bladder started peeing. She quickly moved her panties to the side getting pee all over her in the process and when she did she fully relaxed herself and her pee started coming out full force some of it going into the bin and some of it going onto the floor. Kacey started heavily breathing in and out as she could feel her bladder deflating. She continued peeing for another 30 seconds before her stream subsided. She stayed in her peeing position for another 30 seconds to let a few more spurts of pee out. Kacey put her panties back into place and stood up straight. She looked down at the floor beneath her and saw the puddle she had left on the floor and the pee in the bin. Still crying from the shame of peeing her pants she ran out of the bathroom and to her house. |
I post a lot of fiction in my blog and I thought that I would start posting them here as well so that people here could get better access to them and hopefully comment on them, as here is probably a better place to get feedback than on my blog since most people don't have LiveJournal. But anything I post here you can also see in my blog at https://desperatejill.livejournal.com/
So last night I was chatting with one of my friends on the pool and we brought up a situation that I put for her character in the novel I wrote, where I made her a character. In the novel it ends with my character and her character having a bathroom standoff during a bladder buster in a bar where they are both horribly desperate, and I asked her if she would ever put me in a situation where she kept me out of a bathroom in those circumstances.
What she said was that she would probably only do that if she were mad and doing it out of revenge. The situation she thought of was that if we were like at a bar or something like that and some guy was flirting with me, even though I am a lesbian and wouldn't really enjoy that, she would still be jealous of the fact that I was taking attention away from her, even if I weren't interested in the guy flirting with me. So then I thought about that scenario and how it could possibly play out and the result was this story, which I am pretty happy with and I hope that you enjoy. So without further ado here we go.
Desperate at the Singles Bar
"You do realize that as a lesbian going to a non-gay singles bar probably isn't my idea of the most spectacular night ever," Jill said.
"Yeah but if I go to the bar alone I feel kind of weird, you're like my wing woman so to speak," Leah said. "Besides I will buy you as much as you want to drink."
"I know I just feel awkward because I feel awkward about the idea of guys hitting on me and having to explain that I am a lesbian."
"I know but I just don't want to go to a singles bar by myself. Besides if any guys start hitting on you just say that you have an attractive friend who is 100% heterosexual and would really enjoy their attention being lavished upon her."
"Okay but I just hope this doesn't get too awkward or weird or anything."
"Don't worry I'm sure it won't," Leah said as they walked into the bar and began ordering drinks.
Within a few minutes a bunch of guys started looking over in their general direction. Leah tried to act coy as possible to hopefully draw them over to her.
"Well hello beautiful," a guy said as he walked over to the bar. "My name is Rex and I just saw you attractive ladies over here and I felt like I had to talk to you."
"Rex, that's a pretty nice name," Leah said.
"My neighbor had a dog named Rex once," Jill said as Rex began laughing.
"That's really funny, what are your names?" Rex said with loud obnoxious laughter
"My name is Jill –" Jill began saying before Leah pushed her out of the way.
"Hi I'm Leah, and I think that I am the woman that you have been waiting for all your life," Leah said.
"So Jill you like dogs I take it, I love dogs, if I had a dog I wouldn't name him Rex though because then it would get confusing when people called both of our names and we weren't sure who they were referring to," Rex said.
"Well you could always wear dog tags with the named Rex on it around your neck so that people wouldn't confuse you with your dog," Jill said.
"Oh my God that is so fucking funny!" Rex said as he started pounding his fists down on the table almost causing several drinks to spill. "So what is your favorite breed of dog?"
"Actually I am more of a cat person, I have two cats," Jill said. "But before you get any ideas I should let you know that I am actually a lesbian and I am just here to get a drink with my friend. So you might say that as a lesbian who owns cats I am an extra huge fan of pussy."
"I love that, I used to think women weren't funny, but lesbians are definitely funny," Rex said with a big boisterous laughter.
"Thanks," Jill said as she took a sip of her drink, already feeling extremely awkward about how the night was going. "But why don't you talk to my friend Leah, she is more heterosexually inclined than I am."
Jill couldn't understand what Leah saw in a guy like Rex, but then she was a lesbian so she couldn't understand what Leah would see in any type of man. Although as Jill looked over Rex she had to admit that he had a rather chiseled body and a bulge in his pants that was making her feel even more awkward. Sure to a heterosexual woman he was probably quite attractive, but he seemed to have the intelligence of a bunch of barbells.
"So Rex what type of things do you like," Leah said as she rolled her eyes in a flirtatious manner. Leah couldn't help but notice that Rex was very obviously staring at Jill's cleavage. Why did Jill have to wear such a revealing outfit that highlighted her cleavage like that when she didn't even want to be attracting the attention of lots of men?
"You know I like drinking, women and sports," Rex said.
"I guess that makes you pretty much different and completely unlike any other man on the planet," Jill said rolling her eyes, but trying not to be so obvious about the fact that she found Rex obnoxious and kind of a bonehead.
"Oh my God that is so funny, I always thought that I was a really unique guy but I suppose I am kind of like a lot of guys in some ways," Rex said. "You have a really funny friend here Leah, I'd hang on to her. I mean it's too bad you're not a lesbian because you would definitely have a real catch here."
"So Rex what type of women do you like," Leah said. "Do you like well-educated independent career women?"
"I like women with big breasts," Rex said as he once again was obviously staring at Jill's cleavage, really making her feel uncomfortable and causing her to drink more.
This is going to be a really long night, Jill thought to herself as she realized that she was going to have to get herself pretty inebriated to get through this night without feeling sick.
"Once again, far from the typical guy," Jill said as she raised her mug in a toast before drinking even more.
Rex burst out laughing, hanging on Jill's every word and enjoying every one of her obviously sarcastic jokes. Leah was trying to get his attention but nothing that she did seem to take his attention away from Jill and her rather cleavage highlighting outfit. Leah started drinking more, trying to think how she could get on Rex's good side. She realized that he wasn't exactly up to her intellectual standards, but she wasn't exactly looking to find a husband, she was just looking to find an attractive guy to have a fun time with.
Jill tried her best not to be rude to Rex but she had to admit that every time she heard him talk she felt like drinking even more. She thought that maybe he would be more tolerable if she got completely wasted.
Leah meanwhile noticed very distinctly that Jill was crossing her legs and shaking her legs. Although she was totally heterosexual she always got a thrill out of seeing another woman desperate to go to the bathroom. At least if Rex wasn't giving her any attention she could enjoy seeing Jill squirm a little bit. But at the same time she could see that Rex seemed to be also looking at Jill in a similar manner. Was it possible that he was enjoying the fact that she clearly had to go to the bathroom? Or was it just the fact that when Jill was shaking around like that it kind of made her breasts jiggle? Of course no law said that it couldn't be both.
As Leah continued contemplating what to do and continued watching Jill's legs crossing and uncrossing and shaking wildly, that was when she noticed her own need to go to the bathroom. Normally she didn't have to go to the bathroom so badly so quickly, but she figured that she was trying to think about how to be attractive to Rex that she got carried away with her drinks and now her bladder was feeling rapidly full.
"Excuse me I'll be right back," Leah said as she excused herself to the bathroom. She could see Jill looking over in her direction with a look that said please don't leave me with this ignoramus.
Of course, as always, there was something of a line for the bathroom but luckily it moved rather quickly. Soon Leah was sitting on the toilet and peeing rather forcefully and feeling a lot of that tension that she felt leaving her body. Maybe now that her bladder was empty she could think more clearly again. No one was waiting behind her in line so she figured she had enough time to take her time and do a little bit of primping. She adjusted her makeup and looked at herself in the mirror until she looked attractive enough to meet her own standard of self-satisfaction.
"I'm going to go out there and I'm going to totally blow Rex away until he can't even remember Jill's name or the fact that she exists," Leah said with a smile as all of the sudden her phone began vibrating. She looked at it and saw that she got a text from Jill.
Leah, what is taking you so long, why did you leave me with this bonehead? He won't stop hitting on me and he is pretty much undressing me with his eyes. That and his constant jokes about whether I would go bi for him, get your ass back here right now!
Leah was going to respond to the text but something about the text was making her angry. She brought Jill along to be her wing woman but now it seemed like Jill was getting all the action, and she didn't even want it. Jill was taking all the attention away from her and she had to admit that all of the sudden she was feeling rather jealous and annoyed. She also knew that as soon as she got back to the table Jill would probably excuse herself to go to the bathroom as an excuse to get out of there, well that and the fact she had to piss like a racehorse.
As she was about to leave the bathroom an evil idea crossed Leah's brain and she hesitated. As she thought of how desperate Jill looked when she left to use the bathroom, and she knew that as soon as she got back Jill would probably want to go to the bathroom.
Leah grabbed the handle of the bathroom door and she realized that it locked from the inside.
"That would be really mean," Leah said as she thought about locking the bathroom and then closing the door behind her. There was no way she could do that to Jill though, as that would just be plain cruel.
Bitch, get your ass back here now! Jill texted Leah.
"I'll show you who's whose bitch," Leah said as she took out a piece of paper that she had in her purse and wrote the words out of order on it. She then locked the bathroom door, closed it, looked both ways to make sure no one was looking and put the sign on the door using some of the tape that she found in her purse.
As Leah walked back to the table she could see Jill looking over with a strained glance and could see that Rex practically was putting his face in Jill's cleavage, but she was pretty much fighting him off.
"Well you were gone a while," Jill said with a great look of annoyance.
"Well you know how it is, lines for the ladies rooms and everything, although I don't think that that's a problem right now," Leah said with an evil smirk and trying to suppress laughter.
"Well thank God because I definitely have to go," Jill said as she got up very slowly as she pressed her knees together. That was when Leah could tell that Jill had to go and she had to go something mighty bad.
Jill power walked towards the ladies room and was glad to see that there was no line. But then she got there and could see that there was an out of order sign on the door.
"No," Jill said as she reached for the handle to see that the door was locked. She looked at the men's room which had no line and considered using it, but then she could see people looking over at her and she lost her nerve. She was extremely tempted but the last thing that she wanted to do was use a filthy men's toilet in a bar and get caught going in the wrong restroom, that would be embarrassing beyond belief and tonight was already awkward enough as it was already. Nope, wasn't gonna happen.
Very slowly Jill made her way back to the table, stopping every few paces to grab herself.
"That was quick," Rex said. "Damn Leah your friend sure does pee a lot faster than you do!" Rex burst out in laughter as he pointed at Leah making her feel even more aggravated.
"The bathroom was out of order," Jill said as she unintentionally found herself crossing her legs. Leah looked at Rex and could see that his eyes were basically glued to Jill's every movement.
"Oh really," Rex said as he took a sip of his beer to try and hide what looked like a very large smile on his face. "I guess that sucks for you Jill."
"Yeah sure sucks for Jill," Leah said trying her hardest not to smirk.
"Yeah you know what they say about beer, you don't buy it you just rent it," Rex said. "Speaking of which I have to go drain the lizard." He burst out in laughter after saying that as he started walking towards the men's room.
"Let's call it a night, let's get out of here before he comes back," Jill said as she jogged in place.
"What's the matter Jill, getting antsy," Leah said, now totally unable to hide the fact that she was smiling.
"I really have to go and I really would rather not stick around here so that Rex can constantly laugh at everything I say and stare at my breasts all evening."
"Are you sure you're not heterosexual, you seem to be stealing all the attention from the guys tonight."
"Looking at Rex I can say that I'm very glad I'm a lesbian, and that if I weren't a lesbian I would certainly think about joining up, because of people like him would be an excellent recruiting tool to get people to join team lesbian."
"Just give me a few more minutes, I really think that maybe we can make some type of connection here," Leah said. "And besides it's my decision because I am your ride so you'll just have to stay put."
"But I have to go so bad!" Jill said now thrusting her hands between her legs which were tightly crossed. It was just at that moment that Rex came back and was looking at them with a huge smile on his face. Jill sort of waved discreetly and tried to save face but was feeling more awkward and humiliated with each passing moment.
"Well Leah, it looks like your friend really has to pee," Rex said with his signature laughter.
That was the first time that Rex had addressed Leah by name all night and she had to admit that it felt pretty good.
"Oh tell me about it, Jill always has to pee," Leah said. "It seems like everywhere she goes she's always running to the bathroom."
"Yeah, girls have such small bladders," Rex said as he started drinking again. Jill wanted to comment that he just went to the bathroom a moment ago and that he probably would go to the bathroom again soon, but she wanted to deflect attention from the situation at hand.
"Jill is always pee dancing all over the place, she's a very experienced pee dancer," Leah said.
Rex laughed again. "Yeah, your friend is really pee dancing like crazy there. That's pretty funny Leah."
"Maybe we should request that the jukebox play don't go chasing waterfalls or raindrops keep falling on my head," Leah said as Rex started laughing and smiling, except now he seemed to be laughing at Jill's situation and at Leah's jokes.
"Not funny guys," Jill said as she sort of jogged in place. "I really really have to pee."
"Pee, that's a funny word," Rex said as he continued laughing.
"Pee pee pee pee," Leah said as she and Rex burst out laughing. "Pee pee pee pee pee!" they shouted again.
"Shut up!" Jill said as she stomped her foot and paced around. "That's it, we're leaving right now!"
"Don't be a buzz kill Jill, I'm having a lot of fun," Leah said.
"Yeah me too," Rex said as he smiled and looked at Leah before looking at Jill again, and now becoming somewhat visibly aroused at the fact that she had to go to the bathroom, but not seeming to be acting too awkward about what everyone could see was clearly happening.
"Well I'm not and I want to leave!" Jill said as she stomped her foot down before crossing and uncrossing her legs and bending at the knees.
Leah could see that Jill was getting quite furious, and she almost thought about telling her what she did, but that would just make her more furious. But she knew that if she pushed Jill any further than that it would be taking things too far, and that was when she had an idea.
"Hey Rex you think you might want to come back to my place afterwards," Leah said. "It's not that far away from here."
"Sure," Rex said.
"Okay anything, let's just get out of here," Jill said as she hopped in place grabbing herself looking like she was ready to scream as Rex smiled and laughed.
"You have a really fun friend Leah," Rex said.
"Oh yeah Jill is a real laugh riot, aren't you Jill," Leah said. "But you are right it is getting late, we should go back to my place."
"Finally!" Jill said as they walked into the parking lot, glad that Leah wasn't that far away from here and that any minute now they would be back at her house and Jill was really going to destroy her toilet.
Leah started fumbling in her purse and that was when she frowned.
"What's the matter?" Jill asked.
Leah looked in the car window and saw her keys sitting on the seat. "Oh for Christ's sake, I left the freaking keys in the car!"
"Now that is totally not funny," Jill said.
"I thought it was kind of funny," Rex said as he laughed once again.
"No, come on you have the keys in there," Jill said as she started looking through Leah's purse but finding that it was indeed empty of keys. "Son of a bitch! How could you make such a stupid mistake like that?!"
"Calm down, my house is only a couple of blocks away," Leah said.
"Don't tell me to calm down!" Jill said tightly grabbing herself and crossing her legs like the jaws of life. "And you know a couple of blocks could pretty much be the entire Sahara desert when I have to go this badly!"
"You don't mind walking a couple of blocks, do you Rex?" Leah asked.
"Sure," Rex said as the three of them started walking, with Jill stopping every couple of minutes to grab herself and cross her legs.
"Jill for someone who is in a hurry you're taking her sweet ass time," Leah said.
"I have to go to the God dammed bathroom so bad!" Jill said as Rex started laughing, which was making her feel even more awkward and humiliated by the whole situation than she was before, which she hadn't even thought possible. She knew that Leah was enjoying every single minute of it.
"You know I think I need to drain the lizard again myself," Rex said. "I hope you don't mind ladies."
"I don't mind," Leah said simultaneous with Jill saying, "Yes I damn well do mind!"
"Too late it's got a mind of its own," Rex said as he whipped it out and started peeing by a dumpster in the alleyway as Jill gritted her teeth.
"Leah I'm going to kill you," she whispered under her breath.
After Rex was done relieving himself in the alley, much to Leah's delight as she got a good view of the action, it was only a couple more blocks until they were finally at Leah's house.
"Luckily I always leave an extra key outside in case of just such a situation," Leah said as she looked under a rock in her garden. "Oh no it's not here."
"What?! You had better be kidding me!" Jill shouted.
"Yep," Leah said as she held up the key.
"That was pretty funny," Rex said as he and Leah began bursting out in hysterical laughter.
"Just open the damned door already!" Jill said as she sat there shifting from leg to leg as Leah very deliberately and slowly opened the door. Jill practically pushed the both of them down as she bolted for the bathroom and slammed the door shut.
Jill immediately jerked down her panties and sat on the toilet peeing very loudly and letting out loud moans of relief as she was practically ready to cry with joy when she went to the bathroom. Finally she washed her hands and flushed and came out of the bathroom.
Rex was standing there with his jaw practically dropping.
"What?" Jill said.
"Will you marry me," Rex said, practically drooling as Jill smiled, shook her head and slapped him across the face before she headed towards the door and slammed it behind her. Finally Rex turned to Leah. "Wow, your friend can really pee."
Leah smiled and looked at Rex. "Buddy you ain't seen nothing yet!"
And with that Leah walked into the bathroom, closed the door and finally knew as she sat down to go that the way to some men's hearts is through their stomach, but for other men it was through the bathroom. |
First things first: I'd like to thank everyone who followed this story the first time around! I'm sorry that it was abandoned for so long. I went inactive on the site, and then my old email that I used to sign up was deleted, and I lost my password... Anyhow, I'm back now, hopefully to finish this story for good. 🙂
This time around, I actually think that I'll be deviating a bit more from Harry Potter canon. While it's nice to follow the plot as normal as I can and insert bits here and there, I also want to make this my own story. I can't do that if I let JK Rowling hold the reins, right? 😉 At any rate, I hope you enjoy version 2.0 of Harry Potter and the Unacknowledged Trauma.
(Side note: the first few chapters will remain MOSTLY the same, although I did edit a several things to be a bit more accurate.)
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Chapter One
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On June 25, 1996, Harry Potter awoke in the hospital wing to a warm and wet bed. He was still groggy from the effects of the Dreamless Sleep potion he'd been given the night before, so he didn't immediately realize the condition he was in. He kept his eyes closed as he listened to the murmurs from familiar voices surrounding his bed—voices he recognized as belonging to Mrs. Weasley and Sirius. He didn' yet want to acknowledge his state of awareness, but something finally dawned on him.
He stifled a gasp as he recognized the sensation of emptying his bladder. Yes, Harry Potter was peeing himself in bed, with his godfather and surrogate mother just feet away. He would have clamped down on his muscles to stop what was happening, but he could tell he was nearly finished. Instead, he simply let his pee continue to flow until it slowed to a trickle and finally stopped.
He was baffled. Why had he we the bed? That hadn't happened to him in years. With his eyes still closed, and the voices around him still murmuring, he thought back to the time he had spent sleeping.
And he remembered everything. Apparently the potion hadn't fulfilled its promise of a dreamless sleep after all. As Harry's pajamas and bedding cooled down, he shuddered both from the chill and from remembering the nightmare he had awoken from.
"Kill the spare." The high, cold voice echoed through his head again.
His eyes flew open. He had relived the horrible moments when Cedric Diggory was murdered, followed by the aftermath of Voldemort's resurrection. He hadn't shown it much in the cemetery, but he had been more scared last night than he could ever remember feeling before. He only fought through it in an attempt to stay alive. But now that he was lying still, with no adrenaline rushing through his veins to preoccupy him, all he could do was think about the truly awful things he'd been through in the last day.
Harry must have made some kind of noise, for Mrs. Weasley and Sirius both turned to him with looks of deep concern on their faces. Harry pulled the blankets higher, pretending that he was cold in order to hide his accident from them.
"How are you feeling, Harry dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked.
"I've been better," he admitted with a wry grin, thinking only of how very wet he was in that moment.
"Harry, don't," Sirius said in a low voice. "Don't put on a front for our sakes."
He gulped and nodded. "Truthfully, I'd kind of like to be alone for a little while." He didn't say why.
Sirius and Mrs. Weasley both frowned, but obligingly stood up and left the hospital wing. Sirius looked back at him one final time, confusion etched on his face, before he let the door swing shut. As soon as it had clicked in the latch, Harry peered intently over at the place where the real Alastor Moody was resting. When he detected no movement from behind the curtain, he scrambled out of his clammy bedthings.
It was a bloody miracle that neither adult had noticed what happened. His pajama bottoms were soaked through. The sheets were practically transparent, they were so wet, and the mattress fared no better. The blanket also had a sizeable wet spot right about where his crotch was when he was laying down.
A mortifying thought occurred to him then: what if they had noticed, but were too polite to say anything? He couldn't stand the idea. Then again, if they had noticed, Mrs. Weasley would have insisted on staying and babying him.
He relaxed a tiny bit until something else crossed his mind. Merlin's saggy left tit, he didn't know any spells that could clean up this mess! How he wished he'd paid more attention in Charms class the day they learned cleaning spells.
With his cheeks growing redder by the second, a very soggy Harry Potter walked over to Madam Pomfrey's office. He knocked quietly, looking at his bare feet in shame while he waited for her to open the door.
When she did, he heard her cluck her tongue in sympathy before murmuring something indistinct. A warm feeling rushed over him from head to toe. Almost as soon as his pajamas had become wet, they were now dry and neatly pressed.
"You're not the first, dear," Madam Pomfrey said softly. "Dreamless Sleep often has this side effect because it makes the drinker sleep so deeply that they aren't aware of their body's needs. Don't fret; it's easily taken care of."
Harry huffed in relief. He hadn't wet the bed because of a nightmare, then. It was the potion that caused it to happen. He immediately determined to stay far away from any more Dreamless Sleep potion. He wasn't too keen on this happening again.
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Harry was released from the hospital wing 24 hours after he'd first been admitted, and he spent the rest of the day wandering the halls aimlessly. Ron and Hermione tried to follow him, but he didn't want their company. He managed to duck into a secret passage they didn't know about, and they hadn't bothered him since. He was vaguely surprised to find his godfather—in Animagus form—in that secret passage. Sirius tilted his head and whined softly at him. Harry shrugged.
After that, he let Sirius accompany him in his wanderings. They shared a solemn but companionable silence. Harry kept his left hand firmly embedded in the soft fur of Sirius's neck; it provided him a sense of comfort that nothing else had since he'd returned to the graveyard. He returned to Gryffindor tower that evening and began packing his things, still stuck in a melancholy funk. It seemed like he'd never break out of the dark place he'd fallen into, but at that point, he didn't really care if he did or not.
The next night was the annual Leaving Feast. Most of the students were subdued, and the chatter in the Great Hall was muffled. Harry sat between Ron and Hermione, moodily staring at the food on his plate but not eating anything. He only turned his attention elsewhere when Dumbledore stood up and began his speech. To say Harry was surprised that Dumbledore told them the story of how Cedric died would be a massive understatement. He clenched his teeth and stared at his goblet of pumpkin juice, fighting the feeling of hysteria that was rising in his throat. All he wanted was to escape the stares and whispers that were aimed his way.
He was relieved beyond words when the students were excused to bed. He was the first one out of the Great Hall, and he sprinted the entire way back to the dormitory. Tears were streaming down his face, and he didn't want anyone to see him like that. Once he reached his bed, he yanked the curtains shut and curled up in the fetal position beneath his duvet.
A few minutes later, he heard Ron enter the room.
"Harry?"
"Go away," Harry muttered.
"I'm here if you need to talk," Ron persisted. "Hermione's worried too, just so you know."
Harry rolled over, refusing to respond to his best friend. Soon enough, he had drifted off to sleep.
He had yet another nightmare about Cedric's death, likely brought on by Dumbledore discussing at length at dinner. He sat straight up in bed with a muffled yell and realized almost immediately that he was peeing agin. He buried his face in his hands miserably, too distraught over the fact that he was wetting the bed again to try and stop it.
He'd never be able to hide this accident. He hadn't bothered to ask Madam Pomfrey for that spell because he'd been so sure he wouldn't have a problem again. But now that he had—or rather, was still having—he didn't know what he would do.
He sat there in his expanding puddle of pee, feeling helpless and despondent. He was going to have to admit to someone what was happening. Wetting the bed clearly wasn't going to be a one-off like he'd initially believed.
Harry's cooling pee was soaking into his mattress before it even occurred to him how normal messes at Hogwarts were cleaned up. He straightened up, then whispered as loud as he dared for Dobby to come to his aid.
A quiet pop announced the house-elf's arrival. "What can Dobby do for Harry Potter?" the elf squeaked.
"Er, Dobby, I seem to have..." Harry trailed off, too embarrassed to continue. Instead, he gestured at his lap, which was just as thoroughly drenched as the first time he'd wet the bed.
"Dobby understands, sir. Dobby is happy to help Harry Potter."
"Dobby, don't tell anyone, please?" Harry begged. "I don't want anyone to know what happened."
Dobby nodded. "Dobby will not say a word."
Harry sighed in relief again as his favorite little house-elf began to clean up the mess. Silently, Dobby indicated that he should get out of bed. He did so, and stood beside his bed, dripping pee onto the floor and shivering uncontrollably. Dobby removed the sheets and bedspread, then snapped his fingers. The soiled bedding disappeared. Dobby snapped his fingers again, and Harry's mattress was instantly dry. With a final snap of his fingers, Dobby had remade the bed. Harry noticed that he'd even included a fresh pair of pajamas lying on his pillow.
"Thank you, Dobby," he whispered. "Don't know what I'd have done without you."
The house-elf smiled brightly. "Dobby thinks Harry Potter should take a bath to help him relax. Dobby thinks that it will help Harry Potter feel better."
Harry nodded. "Yeah, I will. Thanks again."
He gathered up his clean pajamas and briefs, then made his way to the en suite bathroom. He turned the shower on full heat, then stripped off his wet pajamas. As he stepped into the shower, he saw his wet clothes disappear—likely Dobby's doing. Harry smiled a little at Dobby's help, then sighed miserably. He was going to have to figure out a way to handle his new bedwetting problem when he was back with the Dursleys, for they surely would be merciless if they ever found out. |
Well, gotta keep the story from getting lost. 🙂 Here's chapter two. Hope you enjoy!
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Chapter Two
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The next afternoon, Harry was sequestered inside a compartment on the Hogwarts Express with Ron and Hermione. He had just been to see the Weasley twins and had given them his winnings from the Triwizard Tournament. Godric knew he didn't want the money (nor did he need it), and Cedric's parents refused to take it. He figured Fred and George should have it instead.
But once he got back to the compartment and sat down, exhaustion set in. After his accident last night, he hadn't been able to fall back to sleep. He was actually kind of afraid to. What if he had that same nightmare and wet the bed again? He didn't think he could bear the shame of calling for Dobby twice in one night.
Harry bought a bunch of sugary treats from the trolley when it came around, but the candy was doing nothing to help him stay awake. He yawned constantly and felt the urge to rub his eyes like a toddler fighting nap time. But he was fourteen, for Merlin's sake, and he could bloody well act like it! He wouldn't fall asleep, and he certainly wouldn't wet himself in front of his friends.
"Harry, you look awful," Hermione said gently. "You really should get some rest."
"I'm fine," he responded gruffly. "Don't want to sleep."
Hermione pursed her lips. "Well, why not?"
"Just because, Hermione. Please drop it." Harry turned his head to look out the window.
The compartment lapsed back into a sad, tense silence. Harry continued to watch the scenery flash past the window, lost in thought. And before he knew it, he was nodding off.
"Kill the spare."
"Avada Kedavra!"
Harry stared into Cedric's open, lifeless eyes. Everything had happened so fast; how would he explain this to everyone when he got back?
He was heaved roughly to his feet by a short, squat man, and promptly dragged over to a tombstone. The man shoved him against it, then conjured ropes from his wand that tied Harry to it so tightly that he could hardly breathe. At one point, though, as the man hit him in the struggle, he realized who was hidden under the cloak: Wormtail.
"You!" Harry gasped in fury.
Wormtail ignored Harry and stuffed a cloth into his mouth so that he could not speak. Wormtail then resumed his task. A few moments later, he pushed a giant cauldron into the space in front of Harry.
A bright flash of green light blinded him, and suddenly a tall man stood before him where the cauldron had once been.
"Robe me."
Wormtail scurried forward and helped the man into a robe. The man turned his head and stared straight at Harry. The horrifying red eyes were the only thing Harry needed to see to know who this man was, though he had known it from the moment he recognized Wormtail. Lord Voldemort was back from the dead.
The green light flashed again, and Harry had been released from his bindings. He stood across a small clearing from Voldemort, clutching his wand desperately.
"You have been taught how to duel, Harry Potter?"
Harry gulped.
"We bow to each other, Harry."
A heavy, invisible force pressed Harry into a bowed position against his will. He glared at Voldemort as the weight was lifted, but didn't say anything—for what could he say?
"Crucio!"
Harry banged his head against the window as he jolted back to awareness. He raised a hand to the throbbing bruise on his scalp, and it was then that he realized he was peeing his pants. For the briefest moment, he simply allowed himself to pee the way he had when he'd wet the bed.
But then he realized what he was doing.
He clenched his muscles tightly and managed to stop the flow. Carefully, Harry glanced at his lap to examine the damage he'd done to his jeans. He sighed in relief. Though he felt positively drenched, there wasn't a visible wet spot on his lap. He sat up a little straighter, only to feel that all of his pee had pooled in the seat of his trousers. Well, at least he'd be able to hide that for now. He would just have to stay in his seat for the rest of the ride home and hope that his jeans dried before he had to get off the train. He didn't know what he'd say if they were still wet, but he had several hours still to come up with an excuse.
"Harry, are you all right?" Hermione asked.
He slowly nodded. "Nightmare."
Her face scrunched in sympathy. "I'm sorry; I should've known."
"It's okay," he muttered.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Ron asked.
Harry shook his head, a dull expression on his face. "Even a Dreamless Sleep Potion didn't stop the nightmares. I don't think talking about them will, either."
"Wish you could come straight to my place this summer," Ron lamented.
"I wish there was some sort of news about You-Know-Who," Hermione added.
"I wish I could sleep again," Harry complained.
"You win, mate," Ron said with a small grin.
The three friends burst into laughter.
Harry soon relaxed, nearly forgetting about his wet pants. The only thing that prevented it from leaving his mind entirely was the fact that the material was chafing where it met his skin. Wet jeans were extremely uncomfortable. After an hour or so of sitting there like that, he could hardly sit still with the discomfort he was feeling.
Maybe I could just pee a little more to warm myself up, he thought. As he contemplated this, he even began to relax his bladder muscles in preparation.
He started and clenched his muscles again when he realized just what it was he had considered doing. Harry Potter was many things, but he was not a purposeful pants-wetter. He took a deep breath, because he knew he needed to ask Hermione if she knew that cleaning spell Madam Pomfrey had used on him a few days ago.
"'Mione, do you know any cleaning spells?"
She frowned at him. "Of course, Harry. Why do you ask?"
"Just curious, I guess," he mumbled, shrugging.
"Okay," she said slowly, clearly suspicious of him.
"What are they?" he persisted.
With a frown, she said, "Well, there's Scourgify, which is the most commonly used one, although it only works on solid messes. Tergeo is the spell to clean spilled liquids."
Harry nodded, pretending to be very interested. "I didn't realize there were so many."
"Yeah. There are dozens of them, but those are the two we eventually learn while in school. The other spells sanitize things more, and are really only used at St. Mungo's." Hermione watched him curiously. "Seriously, Harry. Why are you asking?"
He gulped. "I—er—I was thinking maybe I could use them when the Dursleys ask me to clean the house, so I could get it done faster," he lied, thinking quickly.
"Harry, you know you can't do that," Hermione chastised him. "Underage magic is against the law, and you don't need to be getting yourself into trouble like that."
"I suppose you're right," he said dejectedly. He was glad she had bought his cover story, though.
Ron, who had been staring oddly at Harry since the conversation had begun, cleared his throat. "Are you sure nothing's wrong?" he asked carefully.
"I'm fine!" Harry snapped. Though he had briefly considered confiding in his friends about his problem, he ultimately decided he didn't want them to know. They would be disgusted with him.
"Okay, I'm sorry," Ron said, holding up his hands in surrender. "I didn't mean to make you mad."
Harry sighed. "No, I'm sorry. I'm not mad, at least not at you guys. Everything just feels so...wrong."
"I wish there was something I could do to help," Hermione said softly.
"Same," Ron agreed.
"Thanks."
Once again, they stopped talking. Harry began shivering from the chill of his wet trousers. The urge to re-wet them just a little bit returned once more, but this time he indulged the tiniest bit. He relaxed and peed slowly for five seconds—long enough to warm up his jeans, but not so long that he would get a wet spot on his crotch. He sighed as his hot urine soaked through his briefs and warmed him up. It felt so good that he almost let himself do it again. But he knew that if he did, it was quite possible that pee would start running over the edge of the seat. That would be a dead giveaway. Besides, they were nearly to King's Cross. He'd just have to convince his friends that he needed a moment alone before leaving the train, and then he'd quickly change his briefs and jeans. Yes, that was what he would have to do, else he risk everyone in school and all of their parents finding out he was apparently a pants-wetting baby.
And, he conceded, Hermione was right. Using magic outside of school would get him in serious trouble, and he didn't need that kind of stress. He was just going to have to find another way to deal with his nighttime wettings once he was back with the Dursleys. |
Not sure if anyone is reading this, but I still want to share. So, here comes chapter three! 🙂
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Chapter Three
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About half an hour before they were due to arrive at Platform 9 ¾, Draco Malfoy and his stupid thugs dropped by to pay a visit. Hermione had just finished telling Harry and Ron about how she caught Rita Skeeter when the compartment door slid open.
"Very clever, Granger," Malfoy sneered. "So you caught some pathetic reporter, and Potter's Dumbledore's favorite boy again. Big deal."
Harry, Ron, and Hermione stayed silent, glaring at Malfoy.
He smirked maliciously at them. "Trying not to think about it, are we?" he gloated. "Trying to pretend it hasn't happened?"
For a split second, Harry thought Malfoy was referring to, well, any of the times he'd peed his pants in the past few days. But how could Malfoy possibly know?
"You've picked the losing side, Potter!" Malfoy said angrily. "I warned you! I told you you ought to choose your company more carefully, remember? When we met on the train, first day at Hogwarts? I told you not to hang around with riffraff like this!" He pointed at Ron and Hermione. "Too late now, Potter! They'll be the first to go, now the Dark Lord's back! Mudbloods and Muggle-lovers first! Well, second. Diggory was the f—"
As soon as Malfoy uttered Cedric's name, Harry jumped to his feet, completely forgetting about his wet pants. "Furnunculus!" he roared.
Simultaneously, Ron and Hermione had also stood up and cast their own curses. Harry looked around after all of the spells had sizzled down. Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle were unconscious in the doorway of the compartment. Fred and George stood just beyond them in the corridor.
"Thought we'd see what those three were up to," Fred announced, using Goyle as a doormat and entering the compartment.
"Interesting effect," George added, stepping hard on Malfoy's crotch as he, too, came inside. "Who used the Furnunculus Curse?"
"Me," Harry admitted.
"Odd," George said aloofly. "I used Jelly-Legs. Looks as though those two shouldn't be mixed. He seems to have sprouted little tentacles all over his face. Well, let's not leave them here. They don't add much to the decor."
Ron and George each started shoving one of the unconscious boys out of the compartment and into the corridor. Harry was worried about following suit, having suddenly remembered his wet jeans. He subtly reached his hand back and felt his backside. While his pants were still damp, they felt as though they'd dried out enough to be less noticeable. Harry carefully moved forward to kick Malfoy out of the compartment as well, making sure to be done quicker than the other two boys and returning to his seat as fast as possible. He looked around at his friends and was relieved to see that none of them were looking at him strangely. He knew they would be if they had noticed his wet pants. The group settled in and began playing Exploding Snap. Soon the small space was filled with laughter, and the rest of the journey passed by rather quickly.
The Hogwarts Express pulled into the station precisely at 8 PM. Fred and George had excused themselves a few minutes prior to fetch their belongings, so as the brakes squealed and the train slowed, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were left alone in the compartment. When the train finally shuddered to a stop, Ron and Hermione immediately began making sure all of their belongings were collected, then hauled their trunks off of the luggage racks. They both stopped and looked at Harry when they realized he wasn't moving to do the same.
"Harry? Are you coming?" Hermione asked.
He nodded. "You guys go ahead, though. I need a minute alone before I face the Dursleys."
"Don't stay here too long, mate," Ron cautioned. "Don't want the train to take you back to Hogwarts."
Harry smirked at him. "Maybe that wouldn't be so bad."
His friends left the compartment chuckling—struggling to move past Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle—and closed the door behind them. Harry immediately shoved his hands into his crotch and bounced up and down in his seat. Over the course of the last hour, Harry had grown desperate for a piss. All the sugary drinks he'd consumed earlier had gone through his body, and his bladder was strained. He hadn't gotten up to use the train's bathroom because he was still worried his pants were too wet from his earlier accident, and he didn't want his friends to see. Now that he was alone, though, Harry wasn't sure he'd make it to a restroom.
He rocked back and forth, worrying about what to do. He could feel the pee just waiting for his permission to flow, and he was certain his body would let go without it soon enough. He so desperately didn't want to be in this predicament. He was old enough to know better, for Godric's sake.
But after a moment of deliberation, Harry slowly got to his feet. The movement jostled his bladder, and a spurt of pee shot into his briefs. He clenched down on his muscles as hard as he could and shuffled to the compartment door, both of his hands squeezing his member to death. Another longer stream of pee escaped, making his fingers wet. He knew he'd never make it to a bathroom at this rate. He'd accepted the impending accident. He reached out with one hand, losing another spurt of pee in the process, and locked the compartment door. Then he pulled down the blind. For what was about to happen, he wanted no witnesses, especially Malfoy and his goons. He couldn't bear to think about what might happen if they were to wake while he was...busy.
Slowly, Harry shuffled back over to his seat and sat down. He leaned over, groaning at the pressure this put on his bladder, and removed his shoes. He only had the one pair—he couldn't afford to ruin them with his piss. He set them on the seat across from him, then gingerly sat up straight. He wanted to fight the accident, he really did, but someone could come looking for him at any moment. With resignation, he leaned back and relaxed.
Pee quickly re-wet his briefs. This time, the fabric wicked even more of the moisture until Harry could feel the wetness at his waistband. His pee soon soaked through the crotch of his pants and began running down his thighs in streams. His jeans grew wetter with each passing second, and soon he was drenched to his knees.
Harry was glad he'd had the foresight to remove his shoes as his pee began streaming down his calves and soaking into his socks before dripping onto the floor. He felt like he peed for another minute before his stream finally slowed. He pushed the last few spurts out, then sat there panting for a moment. He was glad he no longer needed to piss, but he was even more disgusted at himself for what he'd just done.
He shuddered in horror before getting back to his feet. There was pee everywhere! He had left what he dubbed a small lake in his seat, and his pants were still dripping copious amounts of urine onto the floor. There was nothing to be done about it, he determined. And because he was still on the train, the magic couldn't be linked to him, so he hurriedly fished his wand out of his trunk.
"Tergeo," he said firmly, waving his wand randomly.
Nothing happened.
Harry suspected that this was because he didn't know the proper wand movement to accompany the spell. He sighed. He was just going to have to clean up the old-fashioned way and hope nobody noticed the leftovers. He hauled his trunk off the luggage rack and opened it up. He tossed his wand back inside, then fished out a clean pair of jeans and briefs. Once he'd set those aside with fresh socks (and his shoes), Harry peeled off his wet clothes and used them as best he could to soak up the puddle in his seat.
When that still wasn't enough, he pulled out an old jumper he'd inherited from Dudley and cleaned up the rest. He used one of the sleeves that was still relatively clean to dry himself off. He hated the lingering smell of pee on his body, but still pulled on his clean clothes and shoes. He wrapped his drenched pants, briefs, socks, and jumper inside of his winter cloak to keep them from leaking all over the rest of his belongings, then shut the lid. He locked it for good measure, just in case anyone tried to get in.
Then he dragged his trunk out of the compartment, sighing in relief when he saw Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle still unconscious in the corridor. He made sure to run Malfoy over with his trunk as he exited the train.
"There you are," Mrs. Weasley said loudly when she spotted him. "Is everything all right? Where were you?"
"I'm fine, Mrs. Weasley," Harry replied. On a whim, he decided to tell the truth. "I just needed to use the bathroom." Well, part of the truth, anyway.
"Oh, good. I was so worried," she huffed in relief. "I don't know how I'm supposed to let you out of my sight after what happened, dear."
He smiled sadly. "I'll write every week, I promise."
"I suppose that will have to do for now," Mrs. Weasley acquiesced. "But I will be writing to Dumbledore until he lets you come stay with us. I do think he will let you come to us later in the summer."
"I appreciate that, Mrs. Weasley."
"Well, I suppose it's time to say our goodbyes, isn't it?" she asked, somewhat tearful.
"See you, Harry," Ron said, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"Bye, Harry," Hermione said, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Harry, thanks," George murmured in his ear. Fred was nodding enthusiastically on Harry's other side.
Harry grinned at his delighted friends, glad that his prize money was able to do some good. Then he turned and strode through the barrier with his friends right behind him. Uncle Vernon was waiting—sulking—closer to Platform 8 than where Harry stood. With a final wave to his friends, Harry followed his uncle to the car.
Throughout the long ride back to Privet Drive, Harry worried and wondered about how he would handle his newfound problem. First, and most important, he would never again pee his pants on purpose like he had back on the train. That simply wasn't worth the effort of the cleanup. But beyond that, he was at a loss. Maybe he would have to try to use magic anyway, hoping that he didn't get caught. Either way, he'd figure it out. And it was still worth hoping that he might not wet the bed anymore, fragile though that hope may be. |
I'm glad there's a bit of hype for the story now. 🙂 Let's go ahead with chapter four.
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Chapter Four
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Harry stayed up extra late that night, hoping if he went to the bathroom before falling asleep, he would be unable to wet the bed. It was sure to work, he just knew it. So he paced his room for hours, till his eyes were drooping and his feet were dragging. It was 2 AM when he finally decided it was time for a piss.
He quietly opened his door and tiptoed down the hallway to the bathroom. He closed the door and locked it, but didn't turn on the light for fear of waking his aunt and uncle. He inched his way over to the toilet, feeling blindly with his hands outstretched. When he reached it, he pulled down his pajama pants and briefs, then sat on the toilet—this way he wouldn't have to worry about aim. He held his member downward and relaxed. He began to pee, but it was only a small trickle that lasted a few seconds. Harry had been hoping his bladder would be fuller by now. He sat on the toilet for another five minutes, just in case more urine had developed, but he eventually deemed his attempt a failure and stood up. He flushed, washed his hands, and went back to his room dejectedly.
Hedwig hooted softly at him as he closed his bedroom door.
"I don't know what to do, Hedwig," Harry whispered. "What if I wet the bed again tonight? I'm fourteen years old—I shouldn't have to worry about this.
He shook his head sadly and climbed into bed. He was just going to have to hope for the best.
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Harry awoke to his aunt angrily pounding on his bedroom door the next morning.
"Get out of bed this instant!" she called. "You're supposed to be making breakfast!"
He groaned and rolled over. As he did, he made contact with something soggy. His eyes widened in horror, and he sat bold upright to stare at his lap.
"Not again," he whimpered.
"Now!" Aunt Petunia shouted.
"I'll be right down," Harry answered, trying to hide the panic in his voice.
He wasn't as soaked as he'd been the past few times he'd peed himself, and luckily his mattress had been spared because the bedspread had become bunched up underneath him. But he was still mortified with himself. How was he going to take care of this mess without making it painfully obvious what had happened? Harry sighed, resigning himself to the fact that he would have to ask to do laundry today.
He stripped his bed and rolled everything into a ball, which he stashed in the closet. Hopefully the room wouldn't begin to smell before he got the chance to clean more thoroughly. When he was done with that, he looked around his room desperately for something he could use to clean himself up. He hadn't showered last night, and now that he was covered in pee again, he knew he had to do something. Aunt Petunia wasn't patient; he didn't have time for a shower right now, so he was going to have to improvise.
Harry's gaze landed on his desk next to Hedwig's cage. He had procured a bottle of hand sanitizer to use after he cleaned out his owl's cage, and he snatched it up quickly. This was going to be his saving grace. He stripped off his wet pajamas and briefs, tossed them on top of his pile of bedding in the closet, then wrenched an old shirt off of a hanger. He then pumped as much hand sanitizer into his hands as he could without it dripping off his palms and began rubbing it up and down his legs. When he felt mostly satisfied, he wiped the excess off with the old shirt. Then he repeated the process on the rest of his body.
As he dressed for the day, he again tried to think of a way to fix his problem, or at least be able to clean up afterward. He knew Hermione was right about using magic outside of school. As much as he wanted to try and learn one of those cleaning spells she'd mentioned, it just wasn't feasible. Instead, he thought maybe he could find a potion to brew in the middle of the night. There had to be something to help bedwetters in the Wizarding world, right?
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He was serving the bacon when he finally worked up the courage to ask his aunt, "Can I do some laundry later?"
His aunt and uncle both glared at him. Dudley snickered behind his hand, making Harry worry that his cousin knew he had wet the bed.
"The laundry needs doing anyway," Petunia sniffed. "But you'll do ours before you do yours, understood?"
Harry internally sighed with relief that she wasn't going to put up a fight. "Yes, Aunt Petunia. Should I start right away?"
Sh nodded briskly, then turned her attention to her husband and son. Since Harry was done making breakfast, he quickly grabbed a piece of toast and a slice of bacon, then went to gather the household's laundry. He was already in a much better place, knowing he would be able to clean up his accident without anyone knowing.
Harry loaded up several baskets full of dirty clothes, sheets, and towels, then carried them to the laundry room. He sorted things by color—just the way Aunt Petunia liked—and started the first load. Once that was done, he ran back upstairs to get his things arranged. He had a large rucksack that he had been given to put his laundry in. It was partially filled with clothes long-since forgotten. He dumped those things out, then unlocked his trunk and pulled out his wet clothes from yesterday. He shoved those into his bag, then made sure to check everything else in his trunk thoroughly for any damage from his wetting. Fortunately, it all appeared to be fine. Still, Harry put most of his clothes from his trunk into his laundry bag to be on the safe side. Lastly, he placed his pajamas from last night in the bag, then stacked it beside his bedding. Now all he had to do was wait his turn. In the meantime, he was going to take a long, hot shower and try to forget about his problem.
By the end of the day, Harry had completed everyone's laundry but his own. His aunt, uncle, and cousin had already retired to bed, so he was left alone to clean up his things. That was a great blessing, because nobody would be around to potentially see or smell his laundry. He hauled his things down to the laundry room with his potions textbook tucked underneath his arm. He might as well begin his research while he waited for his laundry to be done.
Harry scoured each chapter of his textbook for some hint of a potion to cure bedwetting, but nothing was forthcoming. He sighed in frustration, then got up to switch his laundry around. He went back to his room and swapped out his fourth-year textbook for the one from last year. Maybe the potion he needed was mentioned in an older textbook. He'd certainly look, anyway.
His laundry was done an hour later, and he still hadn't found anything useful. With a defeated sigh, he carried his things back to his room, made his bed, and went to sleep. Maybe he'd have more luck tomorrow.
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Harry could have whooped with joy when he awoke to a dry bed the next morning. He spent the entire day reading through his old potions textbooks for anything that might help him. But again, he didn't find anything he could use. Well, if there wasn't anything in his old books, perhaps there would be in his fifth-year text.
He sent Hedwig to Flourish & Blotts with a small bag of Galleons and a note requesting the required fifth-year potions textbook the next morning, after nearly throwing a party for himself for staying dry the second night in a row. Maybe he was going to break his bedwetting problem without the assistance of magic. A boy could dream.
The day after that, he woke up dry once again. Harry was in such a good mood throughout the day that his aunt and uncle kept throwing him strange looks. He ignored them except to do the chores they gave him. That night when he was getting ready for bed, Hedwig returned with his new book. He set it on his nightstand with a cheerful smile, thinking that maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't need to find a potion after all.
His lucky streak ended around 3 AM when he had another nightmare about Voldemort. This time it was a repeat of the dream he'd had last summer before returning to school—the one where he'd seen Voldemort kill the old man. Harry jolted awake at the flash of green light that ended the old man's life. His heart was pounding, and he thought he could feel it pulsing in every part of his body.
Slowly, it dawned upon him that another part of his body was pulsing, but not with his heartbeat. He slumped in defeat against his pillows as he peed himself again. What was even the point of trying to stop once he'd started? So he just peed all over himself and the bed, this time well aware that hew as getting pee on his mattress, too. He was so disheartened that he even considered just going back to sleep in his puddle of urine.
But Harry knew he'd soon be uncomfortable after he finished his pee, so he prepared himself once more to clean up a mess. Since it was still very early, he actually stood a chance of doing some laundry before the Dursleys woke up. His pee finally slowed to a dribble after what felt like five minutes. He pushed the last few drops out, making sure his bladder was completely empty, then climbed out of bed and stripped off the bedding for the second time in a week. He tiptoed out of his room and downstairs to the laundry room, still wearing his drenched pajamas. Once there, he shoved everything inside of the washing machine, then peeled off his wet clothes and added those too.
Harry stood there shivering as he started the washing machine. Then he grabbed a towel and went into the downstairs bathroom to take a shower while he waited for his laundry. For a long while, he sat on the floor of the shower, fighting the urge to cry. But he soon swallowed his self-pity and cleaned up. When he was finished, he wrapped the towel around his waist and went to move his laundry to the dryer.
After that, he returned to his bedroom to put on clean pajamas and grab his new textbook.
He sat on the floor of the laundry room, taking comfort in the rumbling of the dryer while he carefully read through the table of contents. There wasn't anything that specifically mentioned potions for bedwetters, but Harry wasn't going to give up. He was through hoping that the problem would just go away, too. It was time to get in front of this train wreck and find a solution.
Harry slowly read through a chapter titled "Common Potions for Household Use." There were potions to heal injuries, potions to help weed a garden, potions to clean brooms, and even potions to make food taste better. But nothing was mentioned about a potion for people with bladder problems. In despair, he realized there might not be such a potion after all. He supposed he could try inventing one, but with how bad he was in Snape's classes, that wasn't bound to go well.
What was he going to do now? |
Clara watched the door to the outside world close. The Doctor had just left, in a hurry, on some sort of mission of his own. He clearly hadn’t wanted her with him. She sighed, standing, hands on hips, glaring at the door. Briefly she considered waiting a few minutes and then following him from a distance. She decided against it. He must have had his own reasons for going out on his own. Whatever those reasons might have been.
She waited there for a few moments, then decided she might as well make good use of her time. She made herself a mug of tea, then settled down on a comfortable leather sofa with a book. After a while, she realised that her concentration was being interrupted by her body suggesting that she should go for a pee. She had been ignoring it, but now perhaps the moment had come. At least she wouldn’t be disturbed while on the toilet on this occasion.
She put her book down. She swung her feet on to the floor, and stood up. The nearest toilet was not normally her first choice. The en-suite was a short walk away. The ‘operational facilities’, as the Doctor called them were right next to the control room. But they consisted of just an alcove – no door – with a urinal and a continental-style squat pan. The Doctor insisted that they were useful for acclimatising to visiting places with primitive toilets or none.
At first, Clara had been annoyed how the Doctor would often follow her there and continue their conversation from the door, but now she was used to it. She now took it for granted that he might watch her pee and it didn’t bother her. After all, she so often had to relieve herself in improvised ways in his company that there was no point being prudish about it.
However, it was quite nice for a girl to have a bit of privacy occasionally, particularly when weeing. First step, knickers off. Hands up under her short skirt, a tug and a wriggle and her lacy black panties were sliding down past her knees. She stepped out of them and put them on the side of the sink. Feet on the two little islands on the pan, flick up the short dress and squat. Lean forward to point yourself down at the hole and, relax. Thank goodness for crotchless tights; another essential piece of equipment for an adventurous girl. She had so often been glad of them when she’d had to pee alfresco, sometimes weeing through her knickers when there had been no better alternative. Conventional tights would have been inconvenient to remove, and messy to pee through.
Her pee thundered, on target, straight down the drain and into the water. Clara looked down, watching herself as she emptied and making sure her aim was true. She felt a sense of satisfaction that the stream was flowing freely. Sometimes a sideways dribble would wet her bum or thighs and that was just annoying.
Her stream weakened as her comfort increased. As it dribbled to nothing she squeezed a couple of final squirts out. She reached for the paper, wiped herself dry (front to back; Clara was an educated and careful young woman) and pulled up her knickers as she stood up. After a few adjustments to underwear and dress she was done. She washed and dried her hands and returned to the control room.
There was still no sign of the Doctor. Clara checked the time. No hurry. She made herself a large pot of tea and settled down with a book.
She woke up. Nearly three hours had passed. She checked the teapot; it was empty and cool. She must have drunk the whole lot before she dozed off. Still no sign of the Doctor. She called out for him. Silence. She rose to her feet, yawned and stretched. She looked around, and decided she would step outside and see for herself where they were.
She got to the door, and realised she badly needed to pee. She paused, thought for a moment and decided not to relieve herself before stepping outside. She was not going far. Perhaps she might find a toilet. And if not, well, if she had to squat in the grass, or behind a bush, it would hardly be the first time. She had tissues and hand sanitiser with her.
She opened the door and looked out. She was looking across an empty courtyard. No sign of life, just large, shabby brick buildings. They looked derelict. Now she cast her eyes around them, some of the windows were broken. A few hung open. All the buildings were dark inside.
She closed the door behind her and walked across the courtyard. A door was open, inviting her in to explore. She looked around. All was still, all was silent. She felt nervous, tense, and realised she really had to pee. She wondered whether to go back, but her curiosity overcame her. Anyway, she thought, there is probably a toilet somewhere in this building. And, if it really is abandoned, nobody will care if I pee under the stairs or in an empty room. She suddenly realised she had put her hand between her thighs and her fingers were squeezing her coochie through her dress.
She stepped inside. She shivered. ‘I’m nervous’, she thought, pulling her jacket around her. She wasn’t really cold. Her dress was short, reaching only half-way to her knees, but her black tights were keeping her legs warm.
There was a long corridor ahead of her. It was gloomy, with no artificial light. She saw a light switch on the wall and flicked it. No power. As her eyes adjusted, she saw closed doors at infrequent intervals. She tried the first two. Both were locked. She crossed her legs and squeezed her thighs together. She looked down at the dusty wooden floor and imagined the messy puddle she would make if she relieved herself there. No, it was too close to the front door.
Wondering what the building had been used for, and why it might now be empty, she walked down the corridor, going slowly, to keep the noise down. All she could hear was the sound of her own breathing. All the doors were shut. She tried a few more, but they too were locked. She reached a staircase, but it opened directly on the corridor. A locked door – probably to a store cupboard – was next to it. She wondered whether to go up to the turning point. She imagined herself squatting, skirt up, tights and knickers down, bum and thighs exposed, and pissing on the floor just there. It was tempting. But then she thought about the noise she would make, splashing down the stairs, and how visible her growing puddle would be at the bottom. She wasn’t sure yet that the building was empty, and that would be a bad way to meet an unfriendly resident. Gosh, she was desperate. She only just stopped herself from trickling some dampness from her yoni.
She continued down the corridor, thinking that her first priority now was to find somewhere to wee, while she could still hold it in. She worried that she might accidentally lose control and piss in her knickers if she left it much longer. Ahead she saw another corridor off to the right and, to her left, a wide recess to a wide doorway. ‘Thank heavens,’ she thought, ‘as long as the doors are locked, I can pee there, with my back to them, and keep a watch down the corridors. If I’m disturbed, I’ve a choice of escape routes’.
The doors were locked. She checked. She turned, pulling up her dress to her waist. Hooking her thumbs over the top of her black tights, ready quickly to pull them down with her knickers, she peered right and left, checking the corridors were still dark and empty. They were. She had just tugged down her underwear to bare her punani when she heard a familiar voice call her name.
‘Doctor?’ she shouted back, struggling to pull up her tights and straighten her dress. She barely managed to stop herself peeing. She had been just about to use the floor of the doorway as her personal toilet. She was sure she had leaked a little squirt, wet her knickers and, looking down, saw a few dark, damp spots on the dusty wooden floor.
‘Clara!’ she heard again, ‘Over here!’
It came from her left, further down the corridor and deeper into the darkness. She hurried off.
‘I’m coming!’, she shouted.
‘You’ve got to see this!’ came the reply.
‘Where are you?’ she called, as she got to an intersection of corridors.
‘Over here’ she heard, from the left turning. She ran towards the Doctor’s voice.
She stopped. The corridor had ended in a wide doorway. The double doors were open. Beyond was a large, gloomy room, the size of a college sports hall.
It was empty.
‘Doctor?’ she said, in a normal tone.
Silence. She felt her muscles tense. She was alone.
‘Doctor?’ she said again.
No reply.
She walked through the doors. The room opened up either side of her. She looked around, saw nothing. Cautiously, she tiptoed across towards the far stage.
‘Doctor?’ she said, quietly.
With a slam, the doors behind shut suddenly. There was a sound of a powered machine driving itself down the corridor, getting louder and nearer.
‘Doctor!’ she yelled.
With a bang, the doors burst open. The lights were now on in the corridor behind, dazzling her, but she saw a fearsome domed shape silhouetted in the entrance.
‘EXTERMINATE!’ came the harsh, loud, metallic command.
Time seemed to freeze for Clara. She realised there was no escape for her. She was standing in the middle of a large, empty room, with a killing machine blocking the only exit. Her legs felt weak. Her stomach muscles tightened up. She felt her bladder contract and she just had to piss as hard as she possibly could. She could not resist the urge to pee. Clara answered the call of nature where she stood.
She felt she ought to run, but didn’t know where she could run to. She thought she’d be shot down as soon as she moved. She heard a loud splattering noise and realised it was the sound she was making by pissing on the floor.
Something nagged at the back of her mind. The order had been ‘URINATE!’, not ‘EXTERMINATE’. She could hear another sound. It was the Doctor’s laughter. He also appeared in the doorway.
‘Your face!’, he exclaimed. ‘You thought this thing was real!’
And he laughed again.
Clara realised it was another of his elaborate practical jokes. It wasn’t funny. She was furious. He’d terrified her. And made her wet herself.
She suddenly realised that she was still urinating, standing in front of him, wetting her knickers. She could feel the hot liquid buzzing out from her lips, swirling inside her underwear , snaking down the back of her legs. Her tights were wet and her boots full of warm piss. She looked down at the stream splashing on the ground between her feet, the splash marks sprayed over the floor in front of her and behind (she realised that her legs and feet were getting splashed too).
She wasn’t just draining her bladder, she was so stressed that she was physically pissing as forcefully as she could. She tried to stop weeing but couldn’t. She still needed to go so badly that she had no choice but to go to the toilet where she stood. She looked up and saw the Doctor staring at her, his pretty young assistant, wetting her knickers right in front of him.
She still couldn’t regain control. Although she didn’t want to, she had to piss more through her panties. She parted her thighs and bent her knees, so less ran down her legs. The splattering sound got louder. She kept peeing, looking at the Doctor staring at her. After a while she tried again to stop, and found that she could make the flow stop. The stream from between her legs faded and then became a line of slowing drips.
It took a long time for her to forgive the Doctor. Particularly when he showed the fake gun he had made. It had allowed him to control her bladder. He demonstrated that as they walked back together, when he pointed it at her, pulled the trigger, and made her pee in her knickers again immediately he did so.
Edited May 6, 2020 by i like wet bikinis
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Hi ^_^
Disclaimers:
All characters belong to Nintendo. (Except Kiwi and Mia that I've created)
I'm French so if I make any mistakes, please don't judge, same thing goes if I misuse any words.
I've never written a fanfiction before, so this might be kinda cringey.
I also posted this on Wattpad, you might come across it there!
If you have any tips on how to be better at writing, please tell me! I'd love to improve ^^
And if you have any suggestions for other characters/situations, tell me.
Basic info: The story will unveal in a town (We'll call it Lemon Town, I'm not very creative) If you're not familiar with animal crossing, it's a game. The characters used will be a human version of them, so not in their animal form.
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It was a cool day in Lemon town. Everything was calm and peaceful.
Redd, a handsome guy with red hair, wearing great pants and a white-ish shirt had recently arrived at this island. Unfortunately, one of the other residents known as Tom Nook didn't exactly like having him around.
They have a touchy backstory.
Redd came out of his small boat cabin, on a mission of some sort to gain Tom Nook's trust. He wanted to work with him again, without scamming people, or selling fake paitings. He went towards a small bar. A short yet lovely walk was involved.
He saw Tom Nook talking to his assistant, Isabelle. She was short, blonde and quite cute.
He sneaked up behind Tom, got next to his ear and whispered ''Boo!"
Tom jumped. he turned around to see the tall guy standing behind him. Redd was significantly taller than him.
"You!"
"Hello, Nookie." He said, smiling.
''Don't call me Nookie."
"You can't stop me."
''What do you want, Redd.''
"I just came by to say hello, why else?"
Isabelle stared at both of them.
"I already told you to leave. I meant it."
''You know I ain't leaving." He said, with a devilish smile.
"You came here for a reason. What is it that you want."
"I want to talk to you. I want to work with you, start all over again. No scammin', no lyin'. I promise. I just want to work with you again.'' He passionately said.
Tom looked away.
''Fine, we'll talk. Give me a date and place and I'll be there. This better not be a prank.''
Redd smiled and giggled. He wrote down a loaction and a time.
"I'll be there in a few hours, see ya!"
He ran off, excited.
Tom took the note, looking irritated.
Redd got back to his boat and entered the cabin.
I sure hope this works out! I can't wait to work with him again, he's a great business partner!
He smiled and started eating an apple.
This is great! I can finally work with him, this is gonna be so fun!
He got up and grabbed some water, finishing the entire bottle and slamming it onto the table in excitement.
He told him to go to the new cafe that had recently opened, hosted by Rosie, a cute blue haired girl.
A few hours later, it was almost time. He drank another bottle, tried making his hair look good (although it already looked perfect), and hastily walked out his boat. He felt his bladder slowly filling up.
Ah, who cares, I have to get to the cafeeeee!
He happily walked along the path, soon arriving to the cafe. He opened the door to see Rosie, but nobody else.
''Pretty quiet here, huh?
''Yep! It's okay though, people are hanging out at the beach because of the nice weather! I would too, but I want to be here for any customers!'' She explained.
''Oh, I see.''
He walked over to the counter and looked at the menu.
''Hey, what's this?" He asked, pointing to an item.
''That's boba tea!" She happily replied.
"Gimme one of those, please."
He walked to a table and sat down, waiting for Tom Nook to arrive.
"Coming right up!"
He felt his bladder getting heavier by the second.
Ugh, this is uncomfortable...
He was too lazy to ask where the bathroom was. He squeezed his legs together when he heard the door open. Tom Nook was there. He spotted Redd and sat infront of him.
''Hello.'' Nook said, coldly.
''Hey.''
A few minutes went by of them Redd trying to convince Tom he had changed, that he was a better person.
He felt a painful and unpleasant twinge in his bladder, which caused him to groan.
''Erm, are you okay?'' Tom asked, slightly confused.
''Y-yeah.'' He started rubbing his legs together.
An hour goes by.
''I'll give you a second chance. You better not have lied about this.''
Redd jumped out of his seat and hugged him. His hard bladder pressed against Tom's side, causing Redd to back off and squeeze his eyes shut, restraining himself to not hold his crotch.
''First off. No hugs, Second, you're acting weird. What's wrong.''
''Nothing...'' Redd tried acting as normal as possible. ''How 'bout you show me your office, hm?''
''Uhh... Sure, why not.''
Tom Nook's office was inside the town hall, which was rather far away.
Ugh, come on. You're not a child. You can hold it. He felt pain. He never had to go this bad before. This feels like torture...
Redd payed for their drinks, and they both headed out the cafe.
He walked alongside Tom, keeping his legs as close as he could.
Why did I drink so much... I forgot I had a small bladder...
Halfway there, Redd decided to descretely hold his crotch. It worked, in a way. He felt like his bladder was about to explode.
After what felt like hours, they finally arrived at the town hall.
Tom opened the doors and went to his office. He pulled out a bunch of keys.
''Uhh... which one is it again...'' He mumbled to himself.
Behind him, Redd was holding his crotch as hard as he could. He had his legs tightly squeezed together.
''Ah, this one!'' Tom happily announced opening the door.
Redd went back to his normal pose and walked in, slowly. He looked around. It was slightly messy.
''Take a seat, here.''
Redd walked to the chair he was pointing at and sat down.
''U-uh... N-nice p-place...'' He said.
''Thank you.'' Tom replied.
He walked over to his seat. Tom started talking about future plans for the island. But Redd could only concentrate on one thing. His painful bladder.
Shortly after the conversation started, a fire alarm sound went off in the entire town.
''Wh-what's t-this a-ab-about?!'' Redd exclaimed, jumping out his chair.
''Woah, calm down, it's just a test run. All citizens must stay in their houses for a few hours. It's no big deal, just a test to make sure everyone knows what to do in case this alarm goes off. We have to stay in this office and lock the door.''
''Wh-why...'' Redd asked, desperately needing to use the bathroom.
''Rules are rules. It should last 4 hours or so...''
He went towards the door to lock it, but Isabelle opened it before he could, and slammed it behind her, terrified.
''Isabelle, what's going on...'' Tom asked, confused.
''This was supposed to be a test, right? Well *She caught her breath* It's not... There's actual danger...''
She explained what was going on. (Pretend some dangerous people had infiltrated the island to do bad things :P)
Tom took the keys and locked the door, closed the blinds and turned on the lights.
''What are we supposed to do now...'' He said.
Redd looked around the room, trying to see if there was a bathroom. He was about to burst, his legs still squeezed together, bringing Tom's attention to him.
''Redd... You look worried, what's wrong...''
He fell to his knees.
What am I supposed to do?! We're going to be locked in here for hours, and they'res not a bathroom in sight!...
''Redd, seriously.'' Tom walked up to him, and noticed he was holding himself as hard as he possibly could.
''W-wait... What...''
Redd grabbed the desk, one hand between his legs, shakily getting up.
He groaned in pain. Tom went to him and helped him up.
''Why didn't you go back at the cafe...''
''I-I di-didn't w-want to b-bother you...'' Redd stuttered.
Tom felt bad for him. He could hardly stand up. Isabelle was still standing next to the locked door.
''W-what d-do I d-do...'' He whispered.
''Uh...'' Tom grabbed a chair and sat him down.
He looked around, trying to think of something to help Redd, yet nothing came to mind.
Redd yelped as pee leaked out of him.
''N-no...P-Please... n-no..! I-I...''
He managed to stop, biting his lip.
Tom blushed lightly, as he'd never seen Redd like this. He was usually an evil, tall boy with a devilish smirk, and here, he was a poor, helpless guy.
''I-I...You shouldn't hurt yourself like this...''
Redd blushed as he had completely forgotten about Tom. He stared at him. He leaked again and jumped out of his seat, Tom went back to him so he wouldn't fall.
He leaked again, a wet spot slowly spreading. It was now visible, he couldn't hide it with his hands.
''N-Nooo...! I-I c-can't... n-not n-now... n-not h-here..!'' He squeaked.
Isabelle, pretending to read, stared at the whole thing, shocked.
Why can't I just hold it?!... I can't wet myself...like a child...! Everyone will hear about it...
He fell to his knees, leaking more and more, making his pants darker and darker. He suddenly lost control. A puddle was forming beneath him, his pants becoming darker by the second.
He bit his lip.
''Mmh...''
The pain in his bladder was fading away, he had never felt better than this. He could only think about the wonderful feeling of relief he was experiencing.
Tom was staring at him. So was Isabelle.
After what seemed like forever, his bladder was almost empty. A huge, warm puddle was underneath him.
He came back to his senses and realised both Tom and Isabelle were right there.
He turned to Tom, scared. His eyes were watery and he was about to cry.
He had just wet himself infront of the one guy he wanted to work with.
What am I supposed to do now..?!
A tear rolled down his cheek as he stared Tom in the eyes.
''W-Wait, don't cry...'' Tom said, lending him his hand.
Redd looked at his hand and looked back at him.
Tom insisted.
He grabbed his hand and pulled himself up. He stared down at his puddle, in shame.
''I'm so pathetic...'' he quietly whispered.
''What?'' Nook asked, worried.
''Nothing...'' he replied.
They heard a knock from the door.
It slammed open as two unkown figures took of their masks.
''April Fools!'' They shouted. It was two of the island residents, Kiwi and Mia.
They stared at Redd, shocked.
On the other hand, Redd wanted to cry, but punch someone at the same time.
Nook broke the awkward silence:
''You two?! Why?!''
Feeling terribly embarrassed, Redd suddenly walked out the office, ran to a path that no one used to get back to his boat without being humiliated.
''Redd, wait!''
Tom started running after him.
Redd had already gotten in his cabin. He fell to the ground and started sobbing.
He won't want to work with me... Kiwi and Mia will tell EVERYBODY... I'll never hear the end of it...
The door opened and Tom ran up to Redd.
''Redd...'' He started.
He went to his room and looked for a cupboard. He found one, and got some clean clothes.
He went back to Redd.
''Hey, get up...''
He looked up to see Tom.
''Why are you being nice...'' He said, sad looking.
''Because that wasn't your fault.''
He took Redd's hand and pulled him up, heading to his bathroom. He put the clothes on a table looking thing.
''I'll be outside.''
Redd was surprised. In a good way though. He smiled and showered. After he was done, he put on the white summer shorts and the black shirt Tom had picked out.
He walked out. Tom greeted him with a hug.
''I thought you said ''no hugs''.''
''Just this once.''
~The End~
I hope you liked this, it's my first ever fanfic :3 |
I've always been ashamed to admit that I want to pee, when I was younger I never said it at school and I went hom desperate. I have a fairly large bladder and it's strong. But I'm human and I still have limits.
My familu and I went to visit our family and that day we were on the return trip. A journey of 4 hours, therefore quite long. Before leaving I had not thought of using toilets, I have drunk a lot of water throughout the meal and a large xoffee at the end of the meal. There were my parents, my litlle sister and I, I'm 17 years old. I'm a rather shy boy therefore and I don't dare to speak about my needs.
I was sitting in the back of the car with my littler sister. She was crying a lot because it was hot in the car. My mother tried to calm her down but without success. For my part I did not speak, I sipped my soda while listening to music. But after 1 hour of driving, a pinch in my bladder caught my attention. I hadn't paid attention but I must already have been at a good 5/10. Not desperate, but not comfortable either. My little sister was asleep.
With this heat my mother forced me to dring ever more water along the way. The cold water from the cooler froze me on the spot and made my need even more pressing. I knew that the water I had just drunk was not yet in my bladder but I already felt a constant need in my lower abdomen.
After 2 hours of travers, my father decided to stop at a station to refuel and buy food. I was finally going to be able to relieve myself, and it was time because I was already at 7/10
I was starting to take off my security belt when my mom stopped me. She wanted me to keep my little sister because it was not prudent to leave a child alone in a car and she especiallu didn't want to wake her up. So I reluctanly stayed in the car, I knew I had a large bladder but the urge to piss increased and with this heat it was impossible for me to stop drinking. I threw an envious look at the toilet a little further...
When my parents came back with food and... fresh drinks. I was a little thirsty but I forbade myself to drink utile we get home, my bladder cannot bear much more.
Half an hour later my urge to piss has increased, all the water and soda was definitely in my bladder. It was a little bulging and the seat belt was pressing hard. I definitely needed a quick pee. But I d didn't want to ask my father to stop, it would have been too embarrassing for me. I was hoping that they cwould stop again at a station so that I could go to pee, I doubted my ability to last 1h to the house...
I fell asleep a little, hoping it would make time pass father. But to my great misfortune, I woke up 30 minutes later with a desire worse than before. My little sister had started to cry again, she needed to pee. I was relieved, I was finally going to be able to relieve myself too. My mother reassured her by telling her that they will stop soon and I took this comfort for myself. Because my bladder was torturing me, she was praying for relief. I hadn't been peeing since morning and even with an iron bladder, all the liquids I had drunk went straight into my bladder. I couldn't take it anymoren I had to piss and my parents would stop soon. The image of me, lowering my fly and taking out my penis wich releases torrents of hot urine made me even more frantic... "God they hurry up I can't take it anymore ! " I thought.
Finally, my parents stopped. They had not found a station so my little sister had to pee on the side of the road. My father laughed at the time wated. He was in a hurry to go home to rest and my sister's pressing desires were not welcome. I did'nt want to attract my father's wrath and then stayed in the car. I'll die for a piss and I saw my little sister pissing right next to me, between two doors. The noise of the pee against the ground made me squirm, wave of despair caught me and I felt the pee at the end of my penis. A drop crashed against the fabric of my pants. My god... I was going to pee on them if they didn't hurry.
My sister was finally finished and we were going back to the road. I was very thirsty and there was only half an hour before we got home. I then asked my mother for a bottle of fresh water, which I finished quickly, but the car ran over a bump and I spilled a little water on me, on my pants. The contact of ice water against my peni drove me crazy, a quirt of hot pee escaped, the another and soon my pee mixed with water. I leaned forward, breathing hard, stuggling not to hold myself. I did'nt want my family to know that I was on the verge getting upset ! But it was going to happen, I had to come back quickly.
Every turn, every shake was torture for my poor bladder. But I was soon going to be able to pee, liters of hot urine that I could finally spill. I was lots in thought when suddenly my father braked. It pushed the seat belt into my bladder and I couldn't hold pee in my pants. I instinctively leaned forward and slid my hand against my penis. I tried to pintch it so that it stopped peeing but I didn't succeed for 5 seconds. It was a torture I had tasted the sweet relief and now I'm forced to cut the flow. I would die for a piss and that 5 seconds squirt Hadn't relieved me.
My sister laughed at me, folded my hands in my pants in two.
"He needs to pee !" She shouted to my parents. I straightened up quickly.
"It's not true ! " I replied. "I just dropped water on my pants"
I didn't like anyone to know that I would die for a piss... it was shameful. I prefer to hold back until we're home.
The remaining 10 minutes were the longest in my life, the pee coolded against my legs and my penis and it drove me crazy. I had to pee so baaad.
My father parked outside our house. I had held on ! I managed to pass the rout without peeing ! But here's another problem, was I going to be able to get up without pissing on myself ? And how was I going to be able to go to the bathroom without looking hopeless ? All I wanted to do was run to the bathroom and relieve myself... and quickly !
This is the first fiction I write, and... I'm french so sorry for my mistakes haha
Do u want to know the end of story .... ? |
It was Thanksgiving, Brigitte's favorite time of the year. Every thanksgiving, her family had a few friend over. They would all enjoy a meal cooked by Brigitte's mother and talk for hours. This year Reinhart and Tracer were coming over. She and Tracer were good friends, and Reinhart had known her father, Torbjorn for years. It was looking to be a great year.
At about five o'clock the guests arrived. First Tracer showed up and then Reinhart about ten minutes later. As everyone sat down in the living room of Brigitte's small hose in Sweden, she felt a small pang in her stomach. After a few seconds she realized she needed to use the restroom. Her need was far from dire though and she ignored it. As usual, the conversation between Reinhart and Torbjorn had turned to old war stories they've told a hundred times before. Tracer asked: "Hey Brigitte, why don't we go for a stroll in the woods?". "Yeah sure" Brigitte said. She would do anything to not hear these stories again. Brigitte briefly thought of her bladder and wondered if she should use the restroom. she dismissed the idea. We won't be gone long, she thought.
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Brigitte wasn't the only one who knew of her family Thanksgiving party. Widowmaker also had heard rumors that the party would be happening, and Talon had sent her to take out some of the Overwatch agents attending the celebration. She waited in the forest outside, waiting for someone to step out of the house.
After a solid five hours of waiting she saw her chance. Brigitte and Tracer had just stepped outside. Unfortunately for Widowmaker, they had exited on the other side of the house and she couldn't get a clear shot. That was alright. She could wait. Widow slid down from the tree she was on and started to follow.
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Tracer was enjoying herself. She liked talking to Brigitte and was really feeling the holiday spirit. It was nice to take a break from the constant fighting that came with being a part of Overwatch. One thing she wasn't enjoying was her full bladder. On the way to Brigitte's house she had needed to go and had even contemplated stoping at a gas station to use their bathroom but had thought better of it. Now almost two hours later her situation was even worse.
Brigitte was also having trouble. Her need had increased significantly in the past twenty-so minutes they had been walking. She wondered if she would need to stop behind a tree. Thats silly, she thought. I'm not a child. I can easily hold it.
The two girls continued to talk about everything from their dating life, to TV shows they liked, to being in Overwatch.
"Hey Tracer?" Brig asked.
"Yeah?" came the reply.
"What do you think is the worst part of being in Overwatch?" Brigitte had always wondered this. Tracer had been a part of Overwatch since the beginning. She must have had some pretty bad experiences.
"Well love that's easy!" said Tracer. "the worst part is going out on a mission, and peeing myself!"
"Really!?" said Brigitte. "isn't it like, getting hurt or something?"
"Not at all. I can deal with hurting myself but not the embarrassment that comes with having an accident in the field."
"Wow" Brigitte said. "How often does it happen?"
" Almost every time. That's the worst part" said Tracer.
Both girls laughed and continued walking. That conversation had made Brigitte even more conscious of her now growing need. She was still sure she could make it, it just might be closer that she originally imagined.
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As Tracer bent down to tie her shoe, suddenly a gunshot rang out through the forest. Tracer and Brigitte quickly ran to stand behind a very large tree as a second shot rang out.
"What is that?" Brigitte asked as Tracer stuck her head out around the tree.
"It's Widowmaker. I could see that purple jumpsuit from a mile away."
"Damn" Brigitte said. Widomaker was Talon's most talented assassin. They were in trouble. Widow maker continued to fire off shots into the tree trunk, hoping to get a bullet through. None of this was helping Brigitte's bladder. She was terrified and as such, had to pee even more. This wasn't helped by the fact that she was unarmed. Instead of her usual battle armor, Brigitte was wearing a wool sweater and a pair of black leggings. Not the pest attire to fight in.
Fortunately, Tracer was in a better position. She didn't have her weapons, but her preeminently installed chrono-accelerator allowed her to blink and recall.
"Ok I have a plan" said Tracer. I'm going to blink around behind Widomaker and try to scare her off. You stay put for now."
"Ok" Brigitte said. she wasn't really in the position to fight anyway. As Tracer blinked away, Brigitte started to think she might not make it after all.
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Every shot that hit the tree found Brigitte even more terrified. She was fighting her hardest against her bodily urges, and knew she couldn't hold it for long. She had both hands pressed into her crotch and her legs tightly crossed. Where is Tracer? she thought. I hope she's alright. As another shot found its way into the tree trunk, Brigitte felt a small drop escape into her panties. She whimpered.
Her mind alternated between being scared of the sniper and being scared of peeing herself. Every shot caused her to leak a little into hr pants. She was on the verge of tears. Every fiber of her being was holding her bladder back and yet it still wasn't enough. There was wetness all the way to the middle of her thighs. A small stream escaped. Brigitte was just barely able to stop it. It wouldn't be long now.
Brigitte could fell herself losing control. Any second now and she would wet herself. Tears were pouring down her face. She had never been this embarrassed in her life. Finally one of Widowmaker's shots pierced the tree. Just above Brigitte's shoulder a bullet popped through the trunk this was the last straw. As the shell hit the ground, Brigitte started to pee.
Her hands and crotch were instantly soaked. As the piss streamed down her legs, Brigitte felt like a child. The stream slowly made its way down her thighs, past her knees and calves, soaking the ground beneath her. Her butt was also wet, as well as the back of her legs. Her black leggings glistened in the waning daylight. Brigitte sank down to the ground and started to cry.
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Tracer made her way back to the tree where Brigitte was hiding. she had successfully fought off Widowmaker, even without her guns. As she neared the tree, tracer heard crying and picked up her pace. As she rounded the tree, Tracer saw Brigitte sitting one the ground in a small puddle. tracer instantly knew what had happened. She had been in the same situation before.
Quietly, Tracer knelt down next to Brigitte and put a hand on her shoulder.
"It's okay", she said. "It happens to all of us".
Brigitte looked at Tracer and was even more embarrassed than she was before. Brigitte had always looked up to Tracer, and was sure that the girl would think she was a child. Instead, Tracer helped Brigitte up and said;
"Don't worry love, I won't tell a soul". Still Brigitte was not reassured. Tracer sighed. She knew what she had to do.
"Would you feel better if I did it too?".
Brigitte looked up in shock.
"You would do that for me?" she asked.
"Of course.that's what friends are for."
Tracer closed her eyes, and let go. She felt her bladder release, and a second later the first drops of pee hit her underwear. Brigitte looked on in shock as a small stain appeared on Tracer's legs. As she watched it slowly expanded, reaching down her thighs and beyond. Tracer felt the warm piss sliding down her legs and tried to come to terms with the fact that she had just wet herself o purpose.
As Tracers stream finally died down, she looked to inspect the damage. Her pants were soaked, with stains all down both sides. she felt her ass and her hands came away wet. With a mutual sigh the girls started their walk home.
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Widowmaker was furious. How had she let them get away? To make matters worse she, was cooped up in her ship on the way back to the Talon headquarters. Her ship that didn't have a bathroom. And boy did she need one. It had been nearly eight hours since she had last used the restroom. Her flight back to the Talon HQ would take a whole hour. She wasn't sure she could make it.
She had put her ship into auto-pilot, and was sitting with her hands jammed into her crotch. You can do this Emily, she thought. But even as she thought that she leaked a little. Widowmaker squeezed even harder. She couldn't wet herself. The endless teasing from Sombra alone was a good enough deterrent if not for her own embarrassment. Widomaker grimaced as she leaked again. She would have to hold it.
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Widowmaker was on her last legs. Even as the Talon HQ rose on the horizon she knew she wouldn't make it. There was already a small wet patch on her crotch from her multiple leaks. As her ship neared the headquarters, her bladder gave up. Widowmaker had no choice but to sit back as she wet her pants. A strong torrent of pee shot into her crotch and pooled instantly around her sizable ass.
The stain on her crotch rapidly expanded, and joined with new wet patches on her thighs. By the time her ship landed she was sitting in a pool of her own urine. There would be no hiding it. Her skin tight bodysuit would highlight her accident for all to see. As Widowmaker headed inside she resigned herself to a lot of teasing.. |
Ally has dreamed of this day for as long as she could remember. She was finally starting her new career as a Pharmacist. She had spent the last 4 years as a Pharmacy Technician while she finished her degree. She was so proud. All those long days and nights with little sleep after work had finally paid off. She did it.
Ally was very small framed girl, coming in at 5’1 and 100lbs soaking wet. At only 25 years old, she was one of the youngest pharmacists in the county. And with that title, comes mistrust and disregard for her opinion even with her 4.1 GPA.
However young she was, she still had the trust of her boss, Emily. She was the person who originally hired her on to the pharmacy team. No references whatsoever regarding this kind of work, but she had faith. She even had decided to let her become the main closing Pharmacist at the store.
The dress code for Pharmacists was pretty strict.
-Any solid colored shoe
-Black pants, preferably dress pants
-A solid colored shirt
-The trademarked company vest all employees must wear.
Ally had read this over many times before but she wanted to be sure she was dressed appropriately for her first official day. She had decided on her bright red flats as they were the most comfortable dress shoes she owned. She opened her drawer and pulled out her favorite pair of dress slacks. The same ones she wore to her graduation. And to top it all off, a solid blue dress shirt.
She dug thru her make-up drawer to find her grandmothers earrings. They were her favorite. They were very pretty blue pearl. She wanted to look her best today.
*ring*
It was her boss, Emily calling. Emily never called unless it was dire.
“Hey Emily! Is everything okay?” Asked Ally.
“No, I need you to come in now. I’ve got a family emergency and I have to leave. Sorry to do this to you on Day 1.” Said Emily.
“No no it’s fine! I can be there in 10-15 minutes depending on traffic.”
“Please hurry.”
Ally hung up the phone and sighed. She hadn’t even had her morning coffee yet. She checked her watch. 10:15 am. She grabbed her purse and hurried out the door. For whatever reason, she was feeling incredibly anxious all of a sudden.
She took a deep breath, checked her hair in the mirror. Her hair was a wreck. She hadn’t had time to do it this morning. She twirled it with her fingers while she was driving. She finally pulled up to work, threw her hair in a ponytail, and went in to work.
“Ally! I’m so glad to see you!! I’m really sorry about this but I have to leave. My son broke his leg and is at the ER now.” Exclaimed Emily.
“No no no it’s fine! Go be with your son. He needs you! I can handle this. Just one thing before you go, did you need me until 10 still?” Asked Ally.
“No, Antonio will be here at 1pm. Just leave at 8. He can close tonight. None of the Techs have called in so the schedule should be good. It has been slowly picking up but nothing crazy. If you need anything, please call!” Stated Emily as she gathered her things and left.
Ally sighed and got to work. Emily was right, it was picking up. She had been on the phone with insurance companies for the past hour already and it was only noon. She was dying of thirst but couldn’t take a break until Antonio came in at 1. She asked one of the techs if they would get her a large water and a Red Bull on their break.
Fifteen minutes later, the tech returned with a 1L SmartWater and a 16oz Red Bull. Ally offered to pay them but they generously said no. They were already trying to butter up their new boss. But for what, She hadn’t the slightest clue.
She didn’t care though, she needed water now. She quickly took the bottle and drank almost 1/3 of it right away. “Ahhh, much better” she muttered to herself. She put the Red Bull with her purse and was going to save it for her lunch. Over the next hour, she had consumed the entire water and was strongly considering another one. She figured it would be best to not do that right away.
Ally had always thought she had a strong bladder. She had never considered the possibility she just hadn’t ever been fully hydrated. Because about 20 minutes after finishing the water, she needed to pee and the urge was only getting worse the longer she waited. Antonio was there now so she decided to excuse herself to break. The main priority, go pee. Then get a snack to hold her hunger off until lunch. She remembered that she hadn’t eaten anything at all today.
By the end of the 15 minute break, she needed to pee again. She was running short on time but made herself go pee instead of be back on time after break. She quickly walked to the bathroom only to find it closed for cleaning. “Dammit.” She whispered. She had to go worse by the second. She decided to try the other restroom in the back of the building. She double-timed it back there, only to find a small line. “Ugh...come on I gotta go..” she whispered to herself. She crossed and uncrossed her legs a few times as she waited patiently. The line moved pretty quickly and she was in and out in less than 5 minutes. As she returned to the pharmacy, she wondered why she had to pee so badly so quickly. Maybe her bladder was smaller than she thought.
As she returned to the pharmacy, she was greeted by the famous “Where have you been??” From Antonio.
“It’s been crazy, like as soon as you stepped away we got hit with about 30 new prescriptions to fill and 10 of those have insurance issues. Will you hop on the phone or should I?”
“No, I can. It’s no issue.” Stated Ally. She quickly moved to phone furtherest from the counter as it was the quietest spot. She cracked open her Red Bull and got to work. After about 45 minutes, she had finished it. She began sipping on her next water. She hated the phone as she was always stuck on it, especially now since she was the “new girl” and she was too nice to say no. Especially to her very attractive co-worker.
After about an hour and half on the phone, she was almost caught up. She felt sudden urge to pee as she got on the last call. She didn’t realize she had drank almost all of the water plus the Red Bull. No wonder she had to pee. She glanced at the clock. 30 minutes until we close for lunch. “Surely I can wait.” She mumbled to herself. But her need was growing stronger by the second.
After about 10 minutes, she was second guessing herself. She really had to go. She was trying her best to hold her composure. The water was hitting hard thanks to the caffeine. Her bladder was aching. She did a quick little pee dance when she thought no one was looking but Antonio caught her.
“You good Ally?”
“Huh? Oh yeah, I’m great. I’ve gotta pee so bad. I can’t wait for us to close.”
“Hah, well it’s only 15 minutes away. If you want, you can go whenever you finish that call.”
“That sounds like heaven! You sure you don’t mind?”
“Yeah, I’ve got it. No different than when you were a tech still.”
“Okay, you’re the best!”
Ally prayed this call would end soon. She had been on hold for 5 minutes already. The insurance companies loved to take their sweet time answering disputes. She was starting to sweat. Her bladder was screaming now. Thank goodness she chose the secluded phone because she was doing everything she could to hold it back. She was sitting on the edge of the stool with her heel propping her up. It was helping her stay comfortable and seemed to help with her bladder emergency.
Her face was flustered. This was not good. She didn’t even know if she could make it to the bathroom now. Her watch said 2:55. Only 5 minutes to close. But that depended on the phone now. Finally, they gave her an answer. They needed more information from the doctors office. She typed that into the patient notes and was going to deal with it after lunch. She slammed the phone down. She did a quick pee dance while she gathered her things into her bag, and she ran out the door to find relief.
She was walking as fast as she could. It took all of her strength to not have an accident in the middle of the store. She couldn’t. She’d potentially lose her job. “Oh no!!!” She whispered to herself as a jolt of pee escaped. She stopped dead in her tracks and crossed her legs as tight as she could. She balled her fist and pressed hard into her thigh as she bent over slightly. Control returned after less than a second. This can’t be happening. I’m gonna explode less than 100 feet from relief. She continued onward.
She had never felt this before. Adrenaline was now fueling her strength. Her heart was pounding. Another spurt escaped. This one much stronger. She was gonna explode. Her eyes began to tear up. “No! No! No! No! No! Not here, not here. Fuck. Get it together Ally.” She told her self. She regained control and started walking again. She was in front of the door when another spurt escaped. Again, much larger than before. She threw hand into her crotch to try to stop the potential torrent of piss from running down her legs. But she made it to the bathroom.
She hobbled into the first available stall. She was now dancing ferociously as she tried to unbutton her pants. After a second, it tore open, button flying against the stall door. She yanked down her pants and undies as quick as physically possible. A long spurt of pee shot out and on her pants as she sat down.
It sounded like a jet engine was in the stall with her. Her bladder shoved every ounce of pee it had out at record speed. Ally sighed in relief. She leaned her head against the stall wall, panting in relief. “Holy crappp...holy crap. That just happened. THAT really just fucking happened.” She said wearily to herself. Her body trembled. She was exhausted.
Ally sat for a minute, trying to gather herself. Her underwear was soaked in pee. She couldn’t tell the damage to her pants yet. She was too shocked to move still. She tried to pee some more before she stood up. And more pee came out. How much did she actually retain from the water and how much of it went straight to her bladder?
She finally got up from the toilet. She pulled her pants up and immediately felt a damp spot. No. That can’t be there. She slowly exited the stall, making sure she was alone. She walked over to the mirror to inspect herself. Her butt was damp and there was a softball sized wet patch in the front.
She stood there, angry AND delighted. This was a new experience for her and as embarrassed as she was, she enjoyed it. She had no idea what she would do but she knew one thing was for sure, she was going to document it. Pictures and notes of how much she drank and how long she held before it was almost too late. She figured it would help to evaluate her bladder size so she could avoid this in the future. She also wanted pictures of the damage done.
From a very early age, Ally had heard of people holding their pee for enjoyment. Her first high school boyfriend was into it. They had never experimented with it though. Countless hours were spent researching it but she never really understood it until now. It was a rush. She was hooked. It was such a sensual experience.
Ally slowly exited the bathroom. Her work vest hung low enough to conceal almost all of the damage with just about an inch showing in the front, if you looked super close. Her black pants hid it very well. She took off to the car for new pants and then the break room for lunch.
The rest of the day was uneventful, she only had to pee once before she left. She was incredibly turned on the rest of the day. She still didn’t seem to really understand it, but she wanted more. She arrived home, her undies still damp from pee. Or so she thought. Just then, a text from her boss. “How was your first day? I’m so sad I didn’t get to be there with you!” Ally smiled. She couldn’t wait to tell her all about it. |
This story takes place in the Pool Party alternate universe, and as such will be referring to those skins.
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Caitlyn was super exited. It was finally the day of the pool party! She couldn't wait to go have fun. First though she had to decide what to wear. Hmm. This one looks good. She picked up a purple bikini and tried it on. Fits like a charm. She slid the bikini on and headed out of her house, stopping at the bathroom first. It was going to be a good day.
Similarly, Sarah Fortune was feeling the same way. She was also very happy to be going to the pool party. Coming from Bilgewater, she had lots of experience in the water. She loved to swim and lounge by the pool. As she walked toward the pool in her blue and white two piece, she felt a small ache in her lower stomach. She had forgotten to use the restroom when she left her house. It was alright though. I'll just go when I get to the pool, she thought.
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Caitlyn and Miss Fortune ran into each other just outside the pool.
"Hey Sarah!" said Caitlyn.
"Hi Caitlyn!" Sarah replied. "You exited?"
"Of course!" Caitlyn said. "This is going to be so much fun!"
As the two walked into the pool area, they saw their other friends, Fiora and Leona, lounging by the pool side. After a quick round of hellos, Sarah excused herself to go use the restroom.
"Sorry Sarah" Fiora said. "The bathrooms are closed. I already tried,".
"Thats ok" said Sarah "I can wait."
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As the four talked by the pool side, Leona who was wearing a yellow sun dress over a bikini, pressed her legs together. She was also feeling the need to pee, Much worse than Sarah. She knew that she could always pee in the pool, but the hassle of taking off her dress first was deterring her. She would wait for now and only use the pool if absolutely necessary.
Fiora also had to use the restroom, quite desperately. She had gotten to the pool an hour before anyone else and, with the lack of open toilets she had been forced to hold it. From the outside though you could never tell something was wrong. Fiora had always been very calm, and as such was able to keep a tight hold on her need.
The problem however, was that Fiora, unlike Leona, was never going to pee in a public pool. She thought that peeing anywhere that wasn't a toilet was revolting. This opinion had led to some close calls in the past, but nothing like a full accident. The party had just started however, and Fiora was prepared to hold it the whole time.
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About two hours later, the party was still in full swing. The girls had drinking about two full bottles of water each due to the hot day, and now even Caitlyn was feeling the urge to relive herself. The girls continued to chat but Caitlyn looked around the pool nervously. She had always had trouble holding her bladder, and had needed to be creative about her relief on multiple occasions.
she knew that one the need arouse it wasn't long until she was desperate. Of course the pool was the obvious place to go, but Caitlyn knew that if she just stepped in to relive herself and got right out, someone wight know. Caitlyn was bladder shy, and hated to admit that she need a bathroom. She would try to hold it but if worse came to worst, it was nice to know she had a backup.
The girls continued to chat, but each of them was also thinking about their bladder troubles. Sarah had it the worst and was done feeling uncomfortable. She wasn't too desperate but she just didn't want to hold it anymore.
"I'm gonna get in the pool" Sarah said as she stood up.
"Good idea!" said Leona. She was also feeling desperate, and taking her dress off was now just an afterthought. Just as the girls got up a voice boomed across the pool,
"Everyone out of the water! Dr.Mundo spilled some chemicals!" This was the lifeguard, Tarik. Everyone sighed and got out. Sarah and Leona sat back down. Leona crossed her legs and prepared to hold her bladder for a long time.
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All four of the girls were now very worried. They all were in need of a restroom, and there wasn't one near.
"Guys I really gotta pee" said Leona with a grimace on her face.
"Me too" Echoed Sarah. Those two were by far the worst off.
"I think we all have to go" said Fiora. Caitlyn agreed soon after. All the girls had their legs crossed. They continued to talk, if only to take their minds off their desperation. The pool stood open and empty as if taunting them. In the bottom, a small glass vial could be seen with a cloud of purple bubbling around it.
Suddenly Leona stood straight up. Her face was white and her hands fisted.
"I need to find a bathroom now" she said. She had just felt a first leak hit her bikini.
"Okay Caitlyn said. "Let's go". She had also leaked a little and din't know how long she could hold it. The two girls stood up and left the pool, uttering assurances that they would be back. Sarah and Fiora were left to wonder if their friends would be okay.
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Leona and Caitlyn walked quickly down the street. They were looking for anywhere they could use as a bathroom. Leona whimpered and shoved her hands into her crotch.
"I can't hold it much longer" she gasped.
"Me neither" Caitlyn replied.
After about ten minutes of frantic looking, the two girls took a break to catch their breath. they stood in a lovely park.
" I'm just going to find a bus" Leona said.
"What!" Caitlyn said blushing. " You can't do that!"
"Why not?" replied Leona.
"There are people around" Caitlyn whispered. There were about five people wandering in the park, strolling the paths, and walking dogs.
" I don't care" Leona said under her breath. " It's either this or I wet my pants."
Leona pulled Caitlyn onto a side path, and with a look around squatted down behind a bush. Caitlyn stood transfixed as Leona pulled her dress up and her bikini bottom down. Caitlyn heard a faint hiss after a second of waiting and blushed even harder. Only a second or two into Leona's release, a man started walking down the path. Leona saw him and froze. She quickly pulled her bikini up and her dress down as she stood.
Leona clenched her bladder as hard as she could but it was no use. As the man walked past, Leona bladder gave way, and she started to pee into her pants. Her bikini was instantly saturated, and the urine she had tried so hard to hold ran down her legs. Leona gave up, and let the piss run out of her body as she completely wet herself. After a full minute of intense peeing. she looked down to inspect the damage.
From the front nothing was visible, but from behind a small wet patch could be seen on Leona's dress. She grimaced as she felt her soaked bikini touch her thigh. Hopefully nobody would notice.
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Caitlyn was shocked. She has just washed her friend completely piss her self. This didn't help her own need though.Watching that little display had pushed Caitlyn's bladder to the breaking point. As Leona was lamenting her accident, Caitlyn squatted down behind the same bush. leona stepped away puzzled at this sudden change in attitude, as Caitlyn pulled her bikini to the side. She sighed and closed her eyes.
But nothing would come out. Caitlyn's eyes opened and she whispered to Leona.
" I can't do it".
What do you mean you can't do it?" came Leona's response.
It won't come out said" Caitlyn. After another couple seconds of waiting, Caitlyn stood up.
"Come on" she said, grabbing Leona's arm. " I can't go unless I'm on a toilet".
After about ten more minutes of searching, Caitlyn knew there was no hope. She desperately looked around, but it was too late.
"Shit, shit, shit!" Caitlyn exclaimed. Leona turned around. As leona looked on, Caitlyn lost control. Her bladder emptied and a dark stain shot across her bikini, and a stream of urine poured out beneath her legs. Even as she felt the piss on her tan legs. Caitlyn couldn't believe it. I'm peeing myself she thought. How could this happen?
After about of minute, the girls looked at each other, and started to walk back toward the pool. They had both peed their pants for the first time in years.
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Sarah and Fiora saw the two other girl walk back into the pool with dejected looks on their faces.
"Uh oh" Firoa said. The two girls sat down and told the others of their accidents. Fiora was sympathetic and tried to console the two. Sarah on the other hand, was not. The absurdity of the situation was too much for her. She began to laugh. She kept laughing until their were tears in her eyes. All the while, Shara knew that her fit of laughter would not end well. As soon as she started to laugh, her shaky control on her own bladder started to waver.
Shara tried her hardest to contain her self, but she knew that she was fighting a losing battle. He bladder slowly started to release and after a few dribbles, she was pissing herself full force. She was sitting down, and because of this her pee started to pool around her sizable ass. her thighs were soaked, and as she continued to giggle, her mess dripped of the chair she was sitting in and created a puddle beneath her.
By the time Sarah finished laughing, she had well and truly wet herself. All of her friends were smirking at her as she blushed. She stood up to inspect the damage and saw that the crotch area of her swimsuit was a dark navy. Her ass and back had met the same fate.
"You deserved that" Caitlyn said with a smirk.
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As the girls eased back into normal conversation, they seemed to have forgotten about Fiora's need. Fiora herself, hadn't. even though she was calm on the outside, her mind was racing. She had been leaking continuously since Caitlyn and Leona had left, and was already on her way to joining her friends in their accidents. A small dark spot could be seen on Fiora's pink pool shorts, but her crossed legs hid it well.
As another leak slipped out, Fiora knew she had to take action. I'll just let out a little bit. she thought. Fiora slowly loosened her hold on her bladder in the attempt the lighten the pressure. A soon as this happened she started to urinate. After two seconds of all out pissing, Fiora was able to stop the flow. She looked down and cursed, Her shorts were soaked around her crotch and she could feel that her butt was wet as well.
In addition, this didn't make holding easier at all. In fact she had to pee even more. I have to get out she thought.
"I'm getting a little tired" she said. " I might head home."
The girls murmured their goodbyes and Fiora stood up to leave.
"Oh my God Fiora!" Sarah shouted."You peed yourself too!"
Fiora had forgotten about the huge stain on he shorts. She tried to mumble explanations, but the girls weren't hearing it.
"How could you not tell us?" Leona said.
Fiona tried to mumble some other excuse, but her bladder decided that that was the moment to release. Fiora's mouth opened in shock as the pee rushed out of her, quickly staining her shorts. Their pink material turned a dark red as her urine streamed down her legs, pooling on the ground. Fiora was stunned. This was the first time she had ever wet herself. She didn't know what to do. In a trance Fiora said goodbye and walked away as the other girl continued to laugh.
She grimaced as her wet shorts rubbed against her legs. As soon a she got home she jumped into the shower. It had been a long day. |
Restless Ruth
People say that the anointing is attractive and in Ruth’s case it very much was. The daughter of a famous preacher, and granddaughter of an even more famous evangelist, preaching, singing and bringing words of prophecy were all standard to Ruth, whose calendar was full years in advance for all sorts of Christian events.
This morning she was in her home church were she lead worship and sang solos regularly and where her father often called on her during meetings to pray for those in the congregation.
Sunday’s were always long, but glorious, and Ruth lived for them. She loved being in the presence of God and around people and she wasn’t put off one bit by the fact the church had thousands in attendance and the whole thing was televised live for the Christian channel.
The day had started early and Ruth had woken at 5:30 to pray and read her Bible. Her time with God always took priority and she sang worship songs as she showered and washed her long golden hair. She stepped into a long flowing sparkling navy dress that showed her vivacious body and large breasts off and flowed generously over her large curves throughout her body. There was a lot of Ruth, but she looked utterly radiant as she dried her long hair and hung it neatly and glamorously displaying her natural curls perfectly. Whilst so many criticised her publicly and privately, Ruth walked in the favour of her God and confidently smiled at her image in the mirror as she read the scripture above it about being ‘fearfully and beautifully made’.
She made herself some fresh coffee before filling her two travel cups with more from the coffee maker and having some cereal and fresh fruit. She then went back and lightly put on some make up, just enough to give her a sparkle and colour against the intensity of the TV cameras later.
Then it was off to the hour and a half prayer meeting prior to the church service.
It wasn’t appropriate to slip out the prayer meeting. It would appear rude to whoever was praying at that point in time and break the flow of the anointing, so despite feeling the effects of her earlier coffee and the half travel mug she had been sipping throughout the prayer meeting, Ruth carried on as if nothing was different. She would just visit the ladies before heading into the sanctuary and going on stage for worship.
On leaving the prayer meeting however Ruth because caught up in conversation with a close friend who wanted to pray with her urgently as she felt a strong burden about this morning, telling Ruth, with some concern, that ‘The Devil has a plan to distract you from your calling today. He wants to drag you away from God, entice you away from where you should be. He will pull you so much, so strongly, so powerfully but God is saying to you that you are stronger than you realise and to always put him first. Resist temptation my friend. Whatever happens this morning don’t walk away, don’t give up, don’t bow to the pressure.’ Grace hugged Ruth as she finished and Ruth promised her she would remember her words and stay strong throughout the service.
Ruth pondered the words as she stepped on stage and had a quick run through of some of the songs for the service. Caught up in the moment she completely forgot about her bodily needs but by the time she was finished she was hot, thirsty and ready for a break. As she headed for the staff refreshment desk and grabbed a bottle of water and some biscuits she allowed herself to relax a little. It was then she remembered she still hadn’t been to the ladies. She definitely should do that before the televised service began.
Ruth gulped down the bottle of water as she headed through the now crowded atrium of the large building to the nearest toilets. Entire families seemed to crowd her way as many wanted to say hi, shake hands and give her a hug. Ruth wasn’t going to offend anyone so she graciously shook hands, accepted and gave hugs and smiled as she finally reached the ladies. It seemed that everyone else had had the same idea and the queue spiralled around outside and along the corridor. Ruth didn’t have time to wait as she turned and looked at the countdown on the large computer screen in the centre of the atrium. Seven minutes until the service started. She glanced at the queue and knew immediately she would never reach the front, use the toilet and get back on stage before the service began.
Thinking quickly she wondered if the other toilets at the rear of the building might be quicker. She walked as fast as she could on her shiny high heels down the first aisle, behind the stage and along a corridor to the rear entrance and was almost at the toilets there when her dad saw her and called her name. Ruth couldn’t ignore her dad, not even when she needed the bathroom, so she paused and headed to him instead. He only wanted to let Ruth know that she was a crucial part of the ministry team and he sensed God wanted to use her mightily and powerfully this morning and to listen to God’d voice and be bold to respond.
He then placed his arm around his daughter’s shoulder and led her through the door she had just come out of and on into the sanctuary and onto the stage. Ruth couldn’t protest as she now no longer had time to use the toilet anyway and she would just need to go later. She followed her dad on stage and took her place behind the keyboard ready for the service to begin.
Standing behind the keyboard she tensed her muscles whenever the need pushed through her mind and subtly moved from foot to foot in time to the music. Concentrating on the words and playing, her growing need seemed to go to the back of her mind as she moved in worship and sang her heart out in praise. As she sat down finally, filling the seat on stage completely with her body as her thighs touched either side of the chair pushing her legs together. Standard chairs and fuller figures were not the best of combinations but Ruth was none the less comfortable, if warm, as she picked up her Bible and travel mug as her dad took the microphone. Listening to her dad praying publicly for those caught in floods in Africa suddenly reminded Ruth’s bladder that it was wanting to flood too. Ruth shuffled restlessly in her seat, grateful the vast majority of people had their eyes closed in prayer. She couldn’t recall feeling this full ever in a service, especially at the beginning, as she looked down at the thousands of people in the congregation and the cameras all around. If she’d been in the congregation she could have easily slipped out to the toilet but on stage that was unthinkable. She’s just need to wait.
Ruth tried her best to give her dad and what he was preaching her full attention. She crossed her ankles, bit her lip, wriggled as much as the small tight seating would allow and crossed her legs restlessly as her dad went on and on and on. By midday she had finished her second travel mug as she rubbed her lower tummy and realised just how much liquid she was holding. She mentally thought about different ways she could slip off stage and run to the toilets as between her legs moistened with sweat and pressure. She looked at where the cameras were pointing thinking if the shots were all facing her dad she could step quickly down the stairs and out the side door, but alas one key camera was scanning across the stage regularly, frequently stepping at her. Then she thought about running quickly off when her dad said ‘amen’ but since he always ended the service with a song, which she was due to lead, she couldn’t be missing and embarrass her dad like that, especially not live on TV. She had no choice really but to wait until the whole service was over.
She wriggled and squeezed more, unable to really focus on what her dad was preaching, until someone caught her attention. Grace smiled right at her and Ruth immediately recalled what her friend had said before the service started: ‘The Devil has a way to distract you, drag you away, entice you...you will be pulled so much...so strongly...so powerfully...’ but this wasn’t the Devil, it was her bladder, her desperate need to pee that was doing it. Could the Devil use your own body to get you away from God? All Ruth knew was she didn’t ever want to disobey God but she also really needed to use a toilet so very badly right now. So badly she rested her hand between her legs and used her Bible to hide what she was doing as she tried to focus on her father’s preaching.
It was only then she realised he was talking about self control. He was talking about a bible verse Ruth couldn’t recall ever reading, despite the fact she’d read her Bible cover to cover several times.
Proverbs 25 verse 28 ‘Like a city whose walls are broken through, is a person who lacks self control.’
Ruth clenched tightly as her dad spoke louder and more enthusiastically about the importance of not allowing the walls of your life to break, keeping the barrier closed, keeping the city protected. He animatedly shared about not allowing the enemy to break your mind or your body, holding steadfast to self control because broken walls let out a huge flood that you will always regret.
It just all served to shadow the silent inner battle Ruth felt as she restlessly and quietly sat behind her dad holding a torrent of pee pent up inside her as she fought to keep her own private city wall, her urethra, from not breaking. The pressure was unlike anything she had witnessed or experienced, the urge to just give up on sitting still, to disgrace herself by holding herself, to embarrass herself and her father by rushing off stage. Yet as she restlessly sat there struggling to prevent a major accident, that only her own self control was preventing, she wondered if she really cared about God, her ministry and her dad at all.
Of course she did! It was just the relentless pushing and screaming from her bladder, the sweat on her palms and the thumping of her own heart that was making it so hard to hear anything but her own voice yelling for release.
As her dad concluded his sermon encouraging the waited congregation and the hundreds watching live worldwide to surrender to God and let Him help them to be self controlled, to develop the highest of integrity, to not allow their walls to be broken, Ruth knew it was time to raise from her seat and gently play her keyboard once again, as the rest of the music group made their way on stage too.
As Ruth stood she pressed her thighs together as tightly as she could as her wall threatened to crack. She was thoroughly and immeasurably full, so desperate to urinate, so incredibly needy. Tears formed in her eyes, not from the movement of the Holy Spirit, but more from a terrifying fear that self control was no longer in her power. Her own heart beat so fast and hard she could barely hear her fathers voice.
Could she do it? She honestly didn’t know. Could she hold on just a little longer? No longer just a battle between her mind and bladder but now between good and evil, obeying or disobeying, self control or defiance, remaining dry or wetting...
Ruth flicked her long curly hair in embarrassment as she felt a dribble escape as she turned on her keyboard and started playing. She thought about her long sparkly dress and the curves under it, the generous body, beautiful breasts and excruciatingly full bladder as she gave her whole self into the song and the words of the chorus...
Her voice quivering, her pelvis aching, her bladder pulsating...dribbles running down warmly from her knickers through her tights..she sang her heart out...
“I surrender all.I surrender all. All to Jesus, I surrender..,I surrender all...”
Tearful crowds gathered at the front as Ruth restlessly played on, her own battle crushing beneath her, her city walls cracking slowly and splendidly as her shoes squelched with the outward sign that she was nothing more than a city with broken walls. Ruth slid her shoes off and continued on as Grace’s eyes met hers and tears poured down her face.
Her father noticed and motioned for her to come towards him, Ruth, more aware than ever of the warm urine congregated in her black nylon tights gathered all around her feet, and the smell and glistening of her her bodily fluid she had tried so hard to hold back. In humiliation and devastation she cried like a baby as Grace held her and prayed with her.
Hearing her dad take the microphone loud and clear Ruth was comforted by his wise words:
‘Walls can be rebuilt. Cities can be protected again. No-one is perfect and God knows we are human. Don’t let one failure stop the anointing. Forgive yourself, as God has forgiven you.’
Suddenly Ruth inexplicably needed the bathroom suddenly again, this time making it just in time as her body released another huge torrent as she pulled off her underwear and tights and placed the soaking items in the sanitary bin and dabbed herself down with toilet paper. After washing her face she walked back in to the still crowded room bare foot but so much lighter and happier than before.
Even the most self controlled person had their limits, as restless Ruth learnt that Sunday. |
Hi all,
Part Three as promised, enjoy ; -
The Saturday that they all ‘introduced’ themselves to Don was the most exciting day they had had so far. Don was almost overwhelmed with the realisation that so much had been happening on Saturday’s almost under his nose. They told him about the Saturday when he had turned up unexpectedly and how they had all three wet themselves only moments before. He was amazed that Heather had stood in his office that morning in soaking wet knickers and skirt and even more amazed that he hadn’t noticed. It was partly that and the ‘rescue’ that Peter had performed that answered Don’s questions about how they could keep it secret from the rest of the staff and persuaded him that there was no reason why that should not continue. He was a little embarrassed at first about opening up about the spanking that he gave Heather and how it had excited him but realising he was in the company of others who accepted him as he was and who had all gone through similar apprehensions, he began to relax.
After they had all had a second cup of coffee, Sian said, ‘when we joined, the newcomer had to indulge in each of our preferences once to become a fully fledged member of the club. I suggest that as an easy way for Don to start he should spank me because I’m naked already and it seems a shame to waste an opportunity. What do you say?’ Peter and Heather were quick to agree, after all they weren’t the ones up for a smack! Don said, ‘If you’re sure Sian, I think it would be fun. Would it be your first time?’ ‘Well’, said Sian, ‘my boyfriend Harvey has done it a couple of times but only when he was drunk and both times it hurt quite a lot. I almost had the feeling that he was hurting me for pleasure which he couldn’t do when sober. He has a definite mean streak that surfaces occasionally.’ She stopped, realising she had been perhaps a trifle more open than she intended. ‘C’mon, smack my bottom Don’, she said, grinning. Sian and Don went into his office with Peter and Heather watching from the doorway then Don, after positioning Sian over his desk, began tentatively with a few light smacks on her bare bum. Her cheeks quivered sexily with each smack and then reddened as the smacks got a bit harder. Peter, although he had never been onto corporal punishment, could feel an erection building as he watched Sian’s reddened bottom jiggling. Heather, beside him, was becoming slightly flushed as she watched Sian get what she had already experienced a couple of weeks before. Peter noticed her excitement and reached down to give her a playful tap on the bottom saying, ‘don’t get too excited it’s not your turn this time.’ ‘It could be’, said Heather looking at him with a cheeky grin, ‘let’s go to your office.’ Peter turned hesitantly and as he did so Heather looked down at his bulging trouser front and said, ‘look like I’m not the only one who is excited.’ Peter smiled and allowed himself to be led down the corridor to his office. Heather lay herself across his desk and Peter pulled her short skirt up to find a pair of nappy pull-ups. Heather said, ‘pull them down for me I want it on my bare bum.’ He pulled down a rather heavy pair of pull-ups and at the same time detected a smell of warm pee. ‘You’ve wet yourself’, Peter said. ‘Yes,’ said Heather, ‘I dribbled in the kitchen but just wet some more when Don started smacking Sian.’ Peter fondled her wet bottom to enjoy the wetness then landed a smack on her bum which made a satisfying sound on her pee-wet skin. Several smacks later and as Peter was perfecting the technique, a few trickles of pee made their way down the inside of Heather’s legs and dripped off her knees onto the floor. As Peter finished the smacking Don and Sian walked in, and in a very good imitation of Peter’s voice Don said, ‘welcome to the Spanking Club Peter.’ They all laughed at that and the atmosphere was completely comfortable from then on.
The next Saturday all four of the Saturday Club were in the office by 9.30. Don had said that he would surprise them with what he was going to do to continue his ‘initiation’ and so Peter, Sian and Heather were anticipating a little fun. Over a cup of coffee Don explained that he also liked a little light bondage as it kind of went with the corporal punishment feelings. They discussed the whole bondage, domination, punishment scene and the consensus was that they were all happy to bring mild parts of it into their fun Saturdays, as long as no one got hurt and that the participants could stop at anytime. In other words S & M was a bit too far but a little tying up, teasing or spanking was fine by all. Don said that he had never wet himself either by accident or design but that on occasions on a long drive in traffic he had come close to peeing in his pants in the car. He asked if they would tie him to one of the kitchen chairs later and not release hm until he had peed himself. Peter and Sian were keen although Heather was a little hesitant but agreed readily enough. They went back to their desks with a coffee each to get some work done and agreed to meet later in about an hour. At about a quarter past 11 they all met in the kitchen where Don told them that he had not peed since getting up that morning so was already quite uncomfortable. The kitchen chairs were metal tube framing with moulded plastic seats and backs and they tied Don into one of them and left him facing the door with a bemused look on his face. Sian went into Peter’s office with him and said, ‘seeing Don tied up like that makes me more excited than I though it would.’ Peter smiled and said, ‘yes I think I should like that one day, to be tied up like that and unable to go to the loo, a forced accident I suppose.’ ‘Shall we tease him?’ Said Sian with a grin. ‘How’, said Peter. ‘I’ll show you said Sian’. She fetched a spare chair from her office and put it in the corridor just outside the kitchen door in full view of Don, called Peter and lay across the chair face down. ‘OK Peter’ she said, ‘make my bum red!’ Peter pulled her long skirt up and started to spank her over her knickers then, after a few moments, pulled them down to her knees and carried on smacking her. Don meanwhile was moaning that it was unfair, didn’t they know it was next to impossible to pee with an erection. ‘Don’t worry’, said Sian, ‘it will go down in time’. When peter stopped she stood up and undid her skirt so that it slipped down onto the floor, stepped out of her knickers and turned her back to Don so that he could see up close the red marks on her buttocks, picked up her clothes and walked away towards her office naked from the waist down. A few minutes later Heather, who had been watching from down the corridor went into the kitchen and asked Don if he was alright. She caught him just as his erection had relaxed enough to allow him to pee and the relaxing had prompted his pee to release. Heather gave him a hug and said, ‘That looks like a nice relaxing wet’, and called the others to come and see. By the time Peter and Sian arrived a moment later the pee was already flooding off the chair and splashing onto the floor, The front of Don’s trousers were soaked from the waistband to the crotch and the lower half of his thighs were wet where the pee couldn’t escape. The rest of the morning went quite quickly with Don staying in his wet pants until it was time to go. Heather spent the time in her soft cotton one-piece baby suit and Don changed her at home time. Heather noticed that his earlier erection repeated itself as he dried her bottom and pulled on her normal knickers. Sian stayed as she was until just before time to go and then went into Peter’s office and asked him for a little smack to make her bottom warm to go home with. Peter of course obliged happily and Sian hugged him tight before they all left the office.
The following Saturday Don turned up with a shopping bag and asked Heather to help him get his baby things on. Naturally Heather was willing and made sure that his adult disposable nappy was comfortable before pulling on his plastic pants and finally a one-piece baby suit. Don found the dummy a bit too much and gave it up, he said it stopped him talking. He did admit to all of them at coffee time that he quite liked the comforting, wrapped feeling of the nappy and that he had wet it twice already. Sian and Peter were going completely naked that Saturday and Heather had decided to wear a calf length denim skirt. By the time they had coffee Heather’s skirt had a large dark patch at the back and she grabbed Don’s hand and pushed it between her legs so that he could feel her soaking wet knickers. While his hand was between her legs he suddenly smiled and said, ‘that’s a great feeling, I can feel you peeing down your legs all hot and wet.’ Heather hugged him and Sian gave Peter a knowing look with a wink. Just before they left for the day Sian gave Peter a long tight hug while they were still naked and, as she felt his inevitable rising, kissed him on the neck and whispered, ‘be patient’. She would be drawn no more at all and Peter went home to his ever-deteriorating married home life wondering what Sian had in mind, after all Harvey was still on the scene and he himself was still married.
A couple of weeks later Don walked into Peter’s office during a normal weekday and closed the door. Peter looked up slightly apprehensively and said, ‘Hi Don, everything ok?’ The company was a fairly open book and closed-door discussions were unusual. Don said, ‘Peter, you know you arranged a stand at the trade fair in Berlin in October? Peter said, ‘yes we do it every year, what’s up?’ ‘Did you know’, Don continued, ‘that a few days before that the Venus Erotica show is at the same venue, The Messe Centrum?’ Peter said, ‘No, I had no idea but when I went there a couple of years ago I was too busy with our business to look about.’ Don said, ‘It would have finished a day or so before you arrived but if we were to go a couple of days earlier this year.…..?’ Peter was thinking fast about the possibilities it could open up for the Saturday Club ‘members’ and what a fantastic time they could have. He thought of Sian and her vague promise, ‘be patient’. ‘Could we get away with taking Heather and Sian?’ He asked Don. ‘I don’t see why not’, said Don, ‘I sign off the expense as finance director and you are sales director so you are organising it. I think if we were very circumspect we could pull it off.’ ‘Let’s get the plans made and see if it’s possible then we’ll tell Sian and Heather on Saturday, what do you think’, said Peter. Don agreed and they spent a fair amount of time over the next few days making the arrangements as far as they could.
When Saturday came around Don and Peter waited until they were all in the kitchen having a first coffee together and then Don said, ‘Peter and I have been looking at an idea which would involve both of you spending a couple of days helping out in a sales role. Have you both got passports?’ ‘Passports’, Said Sian, ‘Sounds exciting, where are we going?’ ‘Berlin’, said Peter. Sian immediately realised that the company exhibited there every year and said, ‘but don’t we usually get agency staff in for the Peter?’ ‘We do’, said Peter, ‘and we have booked them again this year, we thought we would all go over about three days earlier in time for the Venus Erotica Show at the same venue. Would you fancy a trip to Berlin?’ They both said, ‘Yes!’ together and then, ‘Wow’, from both of them as they began to realise the prospects and what fun could be had. Heather had never heard of the Venus exhibition but loved what she heard from the others. The discussion went on for some time, so long in fact that the ‘usual’ Saturday ‘indulgences took a back seat as they all chatted excitedly about what opportunities for ‘naughty’ fun it gave them. Heather and Sian had a whispered conversation in the kitchen while making coffee for them all and announced to Peter and Don that they had been quite naughty to keep such an exciting secret to themselves for the best part of the week and so Sian went up to Peter, undid his belt and pulled his trousers to his ankles, bent him over his own desk and spanked him fairly hard while Heather was giving out the same punishment in Don’s office. By the time Sian had finished Peter had peed himself all down his legs and over the floor and she gave him one more slap for good measure and told him to clean up. Don, on the other hand, was trying, half-heartedly, to prevent Heather from stripping him totally naked.
One of the days in the week that followed Heather talked to Sian about her slight hesitation the day that Don had introduced the idea of mild bondage. She told Sian that her grandmother had on occasion tied her up as a little girl and treated her very badly, not quite cruelly but close. As a result, while she understood what it meant to Don and she even enjoyed it at times, it was always spoilt for her by those memories and that saddened her because she wanted to get closer to Don although he was quite a bit older than she was. ‘After all’, she said to Sian, ‘it wouldn’t be the first relationship between people of different ages.’ Sian asked if she had told Don of her fears and Heather said that she had and that he couldn’t have been kinder and more understanding and had held her so close it made her cry. She said to Sian, ‘I want to make him happy when we go to Berlin, I don’t want to make him feel he has to hold back on my account. I so want him to make love to me it hurts.’ She was almost in tears at this point and Sian comforted her and said, ‘Don is a great guy and I don’t think he would ever expect more from you than you wanted to give and that’s what a good relationship is, both people giving and accepting what they are comfortable with and having no regrets.’ Heather seemed a little happier for talking to someone about her fears and Sian watched her go hoping that Don would make it right for her and realised how much Heather had come to love him.
The day in October came closer and the four of them had to remind themselves and each other not to show any excitement to the rest of the staff. There was always a little ‘buzz’ before a big exhibition and this probably disguised any high feelings. Peter had asked Sian a few times if she was happy to go to Berlin and tried to get her to expand on her whispered message to ‘be patient’. She always very gently headed him off in a different direction but at the same time made him feel very special, a little look here, a wink there, a surreptitious squeeze of his bum or a secret kiss before home time. Then one Monday morning about two weeks before they were to fly out to Berlin Sian came in to work with a heavy welt showing on the side of her neck like the mark of a riding crop or even a stick. Everyone in the office was sympathetic and asked what had happened, she told everyone that she had overloaded the washing line and that it had snapped and whipped back catching her neck. Everyone commiserated and expressed gratitude that, mercifully, it had missed her face. Peter was particularly comforting and gave her his sympathy too, then she closed his office door and told him what had really happened. ‘Saturday night it was, the bastard came home drunk and wanted to, ‘give me a strapping’ he said. I was wary because of what has happened before but I didn’t want to make the situation worse and get him into a complete rage and I thought that if he got a good shagging he would sleep it off. So I let him undress me and he started gently enough smacking my bottom but then, all of a sudden, he took off his belt and started with that. It stung like hell and I shouted at him to stop but he wouldn’t and the strappings got harder and harder. The he missed my bottom and back and caught my neck here,’ she touched the welt. ‘I screamed at him then and I think he got frightened in case someone called the police and he stopped and put the belt down.’ Peter was looking at her horrified and said, ‘what did you do then?’ ‘I got dressed and took a few things, he was out cold by now on the bed, and I went to my mum’s.’ ‘I’ll kill him’, said Peter. ‘He’s not worth getting uptight over, I’ve left him and I’m not going back. Just hold me.’ Peter took her in his arms and as he did so she flinched and said, ‘careful of my back’. She quietly slipped her dress down and showed him her back which was covered in similar welts. There were at least a dozen of them, running diagonally from her shoulders to the top of her buttocks. He pulled her dress back up gently and then she bent over slightly, lifted her dress and pulled her knickers down to show him more welts on the cheeks of her bottom. Peter was visibly shocked at what he had seen and could only look at her and say, ‘No one is ever going to do that to you again! Where are you staying tonight, at your mum’s still?’ ‘Yes’, Sian said, ‘I can stay there as long as I need, it’s a bit restrictive but I don’t care right now, when we get back from Berlin I will look for somewhere else but right now it’s a haven.’ Peter hugged her again very gently and kissed her head. Sian chuckled slightly and said, ‘at least I keyed his car and let all the tyres down as I left.’
As their plane took off from Heathrow for Berlin, Peter, Don, Sian and Heather all smiled at each other in anticipation of spending a few days together and enjoying the Venus Erotica Exhibition. Peter told them Sally had objected just as he was leaving the house shouting, ‘This is the last time you’ll put your work before our marriage!’ ‘What did you say’, asked Don. ‘Auf Wiedersehen’, said Peter and they all laughed. Heather reached into her pocket and, cupping her hand, surreptitiously showed the others a new dummy. Sian opened a few buttons of her full length dress and showed them all that she had no bra on then silently mouthed, ‘I’ve no knickers on either.’ A few minutes later the seat belt sign flashed off and Don stood up to get something from his cabin bag, as he did so Heather smacked his bum quite hard, hard enough in fact to draw the attention of a couple in the next row. Peter also stood to reach his bag and as he turned a small wet patch about the size of a grapefruit showed on the seat of his pants.
© Roger Ireland 2020 |
Squirming Stefan
Stefan had never really minded his job, though currently it was far more stressful than he had ever experienced. It was made even worse by having to work from ‘home’, which really was just a bedroom in a shared apartment because house prices were too high to be able to buy his own place yet. Just the thought of moving back to his dad’s didn’t appeal one bit. His mum had left and moved abroad and dad had a string of woman he ‘dated’ despite being in his late fifties. Stefan couldn’t even imagine his dad ever ‘social distancing’ or not meeting up with woman regardless of any virus or new laws and he wanted absolutely nothing to do with that.
So that left him with no choice but to buy an office desk and chair, set up his laptop and get a separate land line installed (all at work expense thankfully) in order to avoid the dreaded furlough. With nowhere to go and only an hour exercise permitted daily furlough was Stefan’s idea of hell. He needed work for his mental well-being, though right now he questioned if it really was helping as the phone rang off the hook.
The holiday company had just updated their social media and webpage with another extension of closure dates and yet again a huge deluge of irate and disappointed customers were now calling for refunds and vouchers. While it could be done online Stefan knew most just needed that human reassurance and someone to vent at, even though he wasn’t personally to blame. He knew that, they knew that, but lockdown anger affected rational thought and Stefan tried to keep that in mind as he read the customer service script and did his best to reassure and sort customers out.
It was only mid morning and he’d had two mugs of tea already, one just as he started and another brought in, very kindly, but his house mate, who herself was on furlough and finding herself at a loose end. As 11:30 approached Stefan rebooked yet another caravan at the coast for yet another family and shifted in his seat. At work, in the call centre, he could have left the calls to someone else for a moment and taken a quick piss break, but at ‘home’ with calls on divert that wasn’t possible. At least the company had a system in place to divert to someone else during staggered lunch breaks so he could at least get 45 minutes without being on the phone. Thankfully he wasn’t desperate and lunch was due in an hour so he just pushed on through.
As soon as Stefan hung up the next call rang through immediately, a sign the company was taking way more calls than usual and that others were beginning to take their lunch breaks too. Stefan had signed in at 8:30 so wasn’t due his break until 12:30, almost an hour away yet. As he held the cordless receiver to his ear he processed yet another refund to a tearful mum as he heard several children playing and crying in the background. He signed off and quickly poured himself some water from a jug as the next call started ringing right away. The constant talking was making his mouth so dry and Stefan sipped at the glass through the next few calls.
Stefan unconsciously shifted in his seat as he glanced at the alarm clock on his desk. Still 45 minutes before he could log off and he could really do with going to the toilet. With no luxury of colleagues to cover, or even an en-suite bathroom, Stefan swung his legs under his office chair and carried on professionally.
Time passed and Stefan caught himself looking at the clock far more often.Sitting on a three wheeled fabric computer chair crossing his legs just felt uncomfortable and made reaching the laptop very difficult. Instead he wheeled the chair nearer the desk and crossed his ankles in front of him, stretching his legs out and touching the skirting board in front of him with his toes. That helped for about a minute before he felt a strong need to shuffle in his seat, raising his bottom off the seat then back down again. All the time he continued on his calls, apologising to customer for their wait and refunding or issuing vouchers in whatever way he could. Most were reasonable, though some were more challenging. The only thing keeping Stefan going was the thought that in 35 minutes he could log off and get a long and satisfying pee in the only bathroom in the apartment.
Another call came through and momentarily Stefan felt he needed to stand up. He leaned forward leaning his elbows on the desk as he danced a little in the privacy of his own room, willing 12:30 to come so he could run to the loo. He checked his room door was closed as he danced from foot to foot trying to keep his bladder at bay. With 25 minutes to go he knew he would be gasping for a piss by the time his break arrived. He was already noticeably bursting!
Stefan took the next call and ran though his usual script of apologising and then gathering information, then sorting the customer query. This time either he was getting consumed with his need to pee too much or the person was difficult to understand, but this customer was causing great issues. As the customer chatted on about her dog, her many years of going to the same caravan park and the woes of the current situation, Stefan found himself sitting back down but pressing his bum right against the back of the seat as he crossed his leg and circled his top ankle. Finally he managed to get some sense out of the customer and he breathed a sigh of relief when she said goodby, having rescheduled her holiday for September. Stefan glanced at the clock, frustration mounting, as he realised he still had 20 minutes to go. Time was dragging by as the phone still rang non stop.
Unable to sit in the same position for any length of time Stefan squirmed and wriggled in his seat as he updated records of customers and cancelled/rescheduled and issued vouchers over and over again. He looked at the two empty mugs and the empty water glass on his desk, even contemplating pissing in one of them such was his need to go. However, too afraid the customer might overhear, Stefan rubbed himself and squirmed, more determined to hang in the final ten minutes until his calls would end.
The last ten minutes were sheer torture for Stefan as he rocked, pinched himself and squirmed like a little school boy possessed, wholly consumed by one thing: an urgent need to piss. 9 minutes to go as he pinched himself. 8 minutes to go as he bounced on his seat on his bottom, 7 minutes to go as he squirmed, six minutes to go as he danced, 5 minutes to go as he gripped himself tightly, 4 minutes to go as he bent forward, 3 minutes to go as he tried desperately to keep the current customer talking in order to avoid having to take another call and delay pissing, which could easily see him lose control. Two minutes to go as sweat gathered on his forehead. One final minute as he headed for the door of his room ready to click the phone off and run for his lifetime the toilet.
‘Goodbye’
Stefan clicked the red button, threw the handset onto his bed and with one hand grabbing himself he rushed out the bedroom and along the shirt corridor to the bathroom.
Oh he so needed to go, so so badly. He could feel the urine rising along his urethra and filling his pounding penis. He leaned on the bathroom door, gasping for breath pressing the foreskin if
of his penis tightly between his thumb and forefinger as he throbbed for release...
The door remained tightly closed.
Stefan danced and moaned as he tried the door again.
Nothing.
He knocked on the door, assuming his flat mate was in but hoping she was about to leave.
‘Sally you in there?’
‘Yes. Just in the bath. Be out soon.’
Stefan wanted to cry. His finger hunt squeezing himself and his bladder aches for relief. Warm dribbles formed on the left of his full penis and Stefan knew he was moments away from an accident. He was so bursting, so desperate, so full, in absolute urgent need to urinate.
Holding onto his penis he paced up and down the corridor, the small laminate hall of the apartment seeming suddenly so frustrating and stressful as he tried not to piss all over the floor. It was tempting, oh so tempting as he swore to himself in sheer annoyance to be denied entry to the place he needed so very badly.
He leaned back against the wall pressing his back tight against the form wall as he pressed both hands into his crotch. For a second he froze and closed his eyes willing his body to wait just a few minutes more.
Finally he was able to move as he headed to his bedroom and put the handset on change as he danced around moaning under his breath at how badly, how urgently, he had to pee. His light grey jogging trousers showed clearly where his half erect aching dick lay in his underpants and Stefan wrapped his hands around it and massaged it in a vain attempt to prevent it leaking.
Then it happened...the first proper leak....Stefan bent forward and yelled as quietly as possible as he inspected the bottle lid size stain at his crotch. Stefan pulled the waistband of his joggers down giving him closer access to his manhood as he inspected the damp patch on his cream coloured boxers.
He shook as his penis throbbed again, rising in his damp boxers ready to spurt against his will. Stefan hobbled over to the desk and grabbed the glass he had used for water, pulling his penis out the leg of his boxers and into the tall thin glass. Immediately a warm spurt shot out and Stefan had to hold the glass tightly to prevent it falling out his hands. He steadied himself as another longer spurt came out as the glass filled quickly.
With all his might Stefan cut off the flow. He was still achingly desperate to go as he tucked his dribbling penis back into his damp boxers and pulled his trousers back up. He raced back to the hall and banged the bathroom door.
‘Sally are you nearly finished?’
‘Won’t be long Stefan. Promise.’
Stefan rested his head on the bathroom door and sighed. He hated to admit how desperate he was, it was too embarrassing and child like but so was wetting himself. He took a breath in and knocked again.
‘I really need in Sal. Any chance you could come out?’
‘Yeah ok. Just give me a minute to get dried.’
Stefan laced up and down the hall, this time almost marching trying with every step to hold back the torrent of urine needing out. He walked to the kitchen and turned. Walked to the main lounge and turned again. Back to the kitchen. Back to the lounge.
It was no good. He was going to piss his pants if he didn’t access them bathroom NOW.
Once again he knocked the door.
‘Sorry Sal. I really can’t wait. It’s an absolute emergency situation!’
Stefan twisted his legs and pressed the top of his penis tightly closed. Despite having filled a glass already he had to go excruciatingly bad. Every second counted.
He contemplated rushing to his room and letting go into the two mugs but the very thought of taking one step seemed too much to bare. He pulled his waistband of his joggers to below his crotch and slid his penis out of the leg of his underwear, gripping it tight with both hands as crippled ran down his fingers and over his wrists. It was like trying to hold back a volcano erupting, as he pointed it upwards to try and prevent his clothes getting wet.
Just then he heard the bathroom door move and the door edged open as if in slow motion. Stefan stood there, bend forward, squirming like mad and holding his throbbing dick between his tightly closed fist.
The door opened fully and Stefan stumbled in heading to the toilet right ahead as a spurt shot out into the air...
‘Bu...burs.....bursting to go...gotta piss so bad...’
Piss shooting everywhere in the bathroom uncontrollably Stefan fought to aim as quickly as he could as a fast cascade of urine whooshed from his member splashing over the toilet seat, the floor and eventually where it should be...in the toilet.
Stefan sighed loudly and smiled as finally he could relax and allow his body to so what it had yearned to do for over an hour. The loud noise of splashing reminding him just how desperate he had been as pee continued to soar out of him furiously.
After a minute, as the flow settled to a steady stream, Stefan realised he hadn’t seen Sally actually leave the bathroom. He opened his eyes and looked around to see his beautiful red haired flat mate standing at the side of the bath still dripping wet, covered only with a towel around her, steam still rising from her freshly washed hair, as she started opened mouthed at Stefan.
‘Jeez thats what I call a huge piss Stefan! Sorry hope you don’t object that I watched. You didn’t give me chance to get out you see.’
Embarrassed, but relieved, Stefan was lost for words as for the first time he saw a sparkle in Sal’s eyes that he’d never witnessed before.
He cleaned himself up, grabbing a spare towel to mop up the mess on the toilet seat and floor before sorting himself out and quietly leaving the bathroom.
‘Sorry Sal. I’ll let you get dressed now. I didn’t mean to barge in like that. It was just that...’
‘It’s fine Stefan. I’ve been bursting loads when you’ve been in. I know what it’s like. I keep a basin under my bed now because I peed myself one morning when you were shaving. Maybe we should just not lock the door? What do you think?’
Stefan’s thoughts raced to the basin still as his face turned red with embarrassment at the very thought he’d made a girl wee herself because he’d taken so long in the bathroom.
‘Maybe we should.’
And at that he walked out, quickly checking under his flat mates bed before pouring out the glass of urine and placing the glass in the dishwasher. His mind still visualising his flat mate peeing in a basin in her room... |
This story is loosely based on the game CS:GO. If you're not familiar with the game, an AWP is a sniper, and CT stands for Counter-terrorist. In other words, this is a sniper desperation story.
Please enjoy!
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The CT's hands trembled, the AWP scope becoming shaky as his breathing hitched. Far too long had he been waiting for his target to appear along the lengthy catwalk. His body ached from sitting so still, one foot seeming to have fallen asleep, and his vision wavering in and out occasionally, most likely from dehydration.
Perhaps the most concerning factor, more so than having fallen into a microsleep a couple of times, was the growing intense pressure within his lower abdomen. He first felt it about four hours into his stakeout but didn't care enough to give it any attention. Now, it was taking over his thoughts and concentration. How long had it been since he last took a piss?
He winced, squeezing his legs to keep himself together as his bladder reminded him just how full it was. The CT didn't need reminders, thank you very much. He already had plenty, his bladder having become overly sensitive to every little movement. Even breathing proved to be a struggle, his diaphragm pushing against his stomach causing him to shallow his breaths in hopes he wouldn't aggravate his bladder.
A glance at his watch told him it had been three minutes since he last checked the time. Where the fuck was this target? He'd been waiting here for six hours with no one in sight. Any time now would work for him, though the way things were going, he began to wonder if he'd have to wait another hour.
Another hour... the mere thought of waiting that long caused the CT to press his legs together. He already suffered through the past half hour, trying to ignore waves of desperation that had him whimpering and squirming. His usual unbreakable concentration had snapped, and all he could do was long for a toilet.
He considered peeing off to the side, then shook his head, knowing he couldn't go even if he tried. The CT wouldn't call himself pee shy, but some variation of that. A picky bladder was a better term. He could only piss comfortably in a quiet bathroom, either a single room or with stalls (urinals offered too many peering angles), or at home. The irrational fear of someone watching him from the shadows or hearing him through the walls lead to long days of discomfort and holding. Thankfully, he hadn't had an accident in a few years, but he definitely leaked trying to undo his pants in front of the toilet more than he was proud to admit.
Just thinking of other times he had been desperate made him even needier for a bathroom. The CT wriggled, shifting the AWP into one hand as his other hand dipped between his legs, trying to grip his dick through his pants. Like that would work. The thick fabric meant to keep him from bleeding out now worked against him and he couldn't squeeze hard enough to provide much needed relief for himself. Reluctantly, he moved his hand away and rested on his stomach, feeling how bloated he was.
Bouncing his legs seemed to help a little, though it compromised any chance of hitting a clean shot with the AWP. At this point, he almost couldn't care about hitting straight. "Take your sweet time, you fucking terrorists," he muttered under his breath. They had better come in the next few minutes. Not only would he have to fight them with a full bladder, but if he won, he'd have to wait until a helicopter lifted his team back to HQ before he even had access to a bathroom. Just thinking about the long wait before he could relieve himself worsened his need. Chewing his lip, he tried detaching his brain from his body by focusing on the boring sight before him, though his mildly pulsing bladder kept irritating him, wanting to stay relevant in his mind. keeping him from completely blocking out his growing need.
One particularly sharp pulse took his full attention and a few drops escaped his tip. "Shit!" The CT tucked his legs under him, wincing as his hands pressed against his crotch and he leaned forwards. "Fuck, I have to pee." Again he tried to grip his dick, but the clothing proved again to be a bitch. By sheer will, he forced the threatening urine back up his shaft and into his bladder, or so he imagined. A quick check over himself showed no signs of damage, though his boxes felt a little wet against his penis.
'Stop it,' he scolded himself, removing his hands. 'You're a trained agent. You're use to ignoring your needs. Shit like this shouldn't distract you.' As though his bladder could read his thoughts, another wave hit him, resulting in larger drops slipping out. The CT groaned, pressing his fists into his crotch. Dread of not making it to the bathroom in time cycled through his head louder than before.
Maybe if he lay down, he could find a better way to hold himself. Gingerly, he lowered himself to the ground... and immediately regretted it. Pressure from his swollen bladder against the ground and his utility digging at his hips nearly sent him over the edge. He twisted his body until he found a rather uncomfortable yet efficient position to lay in. Though he still felt full, the pain subsided to a dull ache. The CT settled himself back into concentrating down the catwalk, searching for movement that would signal a chance to end the mission and go home. Nothing.
He may have gotten too comfortable for when the next wave hit, it was by sheer luck the CT reacted fast enough to keep himself from losing all control, though a short stream did escape.'Fucck...' he moaned. 'I'm gonna piss myself...' He berated himself for thinking that. There was no way in hell in he was letting himself wet like a child. Not when he was a grown man who had an accident free record for a few years. 'I can hold it. I can hold it. Shit, I have to pee...'
"Delta 4, report in." The little voice in his earpiece made him jump and a rather large spurt escaped him before he pulled himself back under control. His determination to stay dry until he could use a bathroom quickly ebbed away. His boxers were significantly damp now, and he wondered if other drops had escaped without his knowledge. "Delta 4?"
Reluctantly, he sat up, leaving the AWP unattended. Whatever water he had left in his kidneys rushed through his body and right into his bladder, causing his cock to spring a leak. Wiggling his hips, one hand caressing what he could feel of his rock-hard stomach, the CT took a deep breath before he flicked on his mic. He had turned it off so his team didn't hear him swearing and whimpering for the past half hour. "Delta 4, reporting in. No sign of the target yet..." For a moment, he considered asking Delta 1 if he could get a relief shift. But he scrapped the idea as quickly as it came, shyness overcoming him at the thought of having to explain why he wanted one.
Relief. Fuck, he didn't even remember what that felt like.
He doubled over as another spasm hit him, biting his tongue to stay silent even a stream of urine shot from his dick. "Shit," he breathed, unaware he wasn't saying that in his head.
"Delta 4? Everything okay?" The CT frowned. Fucking hell, Delta 1 probably picked up on some tiny detail the CT forgot to conceal. This was the downside to having a smart leader. They always knew what normal looked like and if anything changed, something was wrong.
"Yeah, I'm f...fine. Why?" The CT didn't mean for it to sound so sharp nor did he mean to make it sound like he was having a stroke.
"Sounds like you just ran a marathon."
The CT tried to slow his breathing, but it made him feel even more desperate. "I-It's just hot. Heat's... ah, getting to me... yeah."
"You want me to bring you some water?"
"No! No, no, I'm good." Even the word water filled his bladder more. Oh fuck, he was leaking again. The CT squeezed his eyes shut to keep from reacting. "I'm fine," he strained to say, and he heard his voice reflect it.
"Okay..." Delta 1 sounded suspicious. "You sure?"
"Yes, sir."
"If you say so... Over."
"Roger that." He turned off his mic and moved to pick up the AWP.
His bladder had other plans. Overstretched and exhausted, it sent out a short yet violent stream of urine. "Oh, fuck, that feels good—nononono not now..." The CT rasped. No amount of squirming could ease his bladder nor stop the stream. Half crawling and half dragging himself to a wall, the CT used it as support to stand up, now able to use his body to its fullest and stop the leaking. A glance at his pants showed a tiny, but noticeable mark on the front. Most of his urine had pooled at the crotch, the tip of his cock swimming in the warm liquid and teasing his bladder to release. Standing up and shifting from foot to foot drained the piss down one leg and into his boot. The sudden dampness at his feet caused his toes to curl and his mood to worsen.
Now that he was standing, it was more apparent just how full he was. His stomach had swollen so much that both his Kevlar chest plate and utility belt dug into it on opposite sides. Crossing his legs gave little relief, and bouncing up down proved just how heavy his bladder was. He no longer felt waves of urgency, but one continuous mass that bit away at his tip. Sweat lined his forehead as embarrassment torched his cheeks, memories of his stubborn 5 year old self refusing to use the bathroom running through his head. What a sight it must be if anyone were watching: a 35 year old man doing a pee-pee dance and becoming extremely whiny about having to go to no one in particular, all because he was too shy to ask for a piss break.
The CT recrossed his legs, his spurts becoming short streams. He needed to get this utility belt off. He needed a hand in his pants, gripping his cock. His shaky, pee-covered gloved hands worked at the belt as he practically hopped from foot to foot. Multiple times, his hands slipped, slowing the process. It also didn't help he had to stop working on his belt to help his legs keep the contents in his bladder.
The belt finally came off, but it was too late. The shift in pressure as the belt unsnapped was too much for his overworked bladder and his body gave up. "Shit!" The CT jammed a hand into his pants and clenched his dick, trying to stop the stream, trying to ignore the blissful sensation relief gave him. Even his hand didn't have enough strength to stop the cascading piss. A last effort to stop himself only settled the realization of how powerless he was against his body. And finally, he gave up fighting.
The CT leaned against the wall, horror, pleasure, and anger mixing in his head as he emptied himself. He didn't want to look down. If he didn't see the damage, he probably didn't leak too badly. Or so his logic went, even as liquid drizzled down his legs and splashed at his feet. He wanted something to blame for losing control. He wanted to grab himself and stop the flow, even if he knew it wouldn't work. He also wanted the feeling of pissing himself while in uniform to never end.
His sixth sense told him someone else was watching, and when he checked the area, sure enough, Delta 1 stood nearby, no readable expression on his face. Now the CT only had one emotion. Guilt. He hung his head, wishing the terrorists would shoot him right now. He squeezed his legs together, trying to stop the flow, which was basically nothing but some leftover dribbles.
A new fear entered his head as the captain's gaze burned through his soul. What if this cost him his rank, if not his job? He'd never forgive himself for being so arrogant and against pissing wherever, like every other agent. Blinking rapidly, he tried to shrug off the whole scene with a smile, but failed when he felt a tear slide down his cheek. For Christ's sake, at this point he might as well give up control of all bodily fluids at that point.
Delta 1 approached him. "You know, you're always allowed to ask for a relief shift." The CT didn't respond, nor did he look up from the ground and the puddle he made at his feet. He heard Delta 1 pick up the utility belt, checking the utility's condition for anything that might suddenly blow up or burn them. "Do you need an extraction?"
The CT shook his head. "I can still fight," he said, his voice so tiny Delta 1 leaned forwards slightly to hear.
Delta 1 nodded and gave the CT and affectionate squeeze on the shoulder as he handed him the utility belt. "Don't hesitate to ask for relief if you have to go again." The CT nodded and wiped his tear away, making sure not to use the part of his arm covered in pee. Delta 1 gave a sympathetic look before patting the CT on the back and leaving him alone.
The CT put the belt back on and lowered himself to the ground once more, collecting the AWP. Everything felt cold, damp, and sticky, and he hated it. His pants clung to his legs and his boxers had bunched up around his dick. He felt his toes rubbing against his socks, knowing they'd be raw by the time he could clean up. His bladder still hurt, though he had no piss left.
60 seconds later, the terrorists appeared.
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This is the first time I've posted any sort of omo content, so excuse me while I go curl up in a corner from embarrassment. 😅
Feel free to comment and provide feedback on what I can improve!
For those that are familiar with CS:GO, let me know what map you imagined the CT on (since I didn't specify it)! I personally was thinking about Mirage. |
“I’m free! He saved me. I was so happy at this moment, I was so happy that I’m not staying here being some slave to whoever is the leader. We left the tent that I was in and Jonah and I pretended that he was transporting me to somewhere else, not let me escape. Jonah told me that these guys have been looking for me, he tells me that a mysterious man that comes to the door of Croft Mansion and requesting to know where I am and he said its recurring.
But, when we thought that the plan was working, we got caught. A tall muscular man in a uniform that matched those of the military spotted us and wanted to know what’s going on, my best friend knocked on conscious and proceeded to get away.
We continue walking and we spot the helicopter my rescuer came in, but it’s under the bad guys’ territory and the only way to win it back is in a gunfight. I follow after him and just then they spot us and they say “Hey, you shouldn’t be here”, in all of a sudden my hero pulls out his gun and kills them all, it was such a spectacle, but it wasn’t that quick like how I said it, it was much slower and more action paced. We got into the helicopter and I didn’t have an urge to wee, I was completely dry and that was a good thing.
I can still vividly recall the time where I was desperate to go while on a helicopter and I remember not making it and me getting so embarrassed by it and that’s why all our newer explorations are by boat, because there’s actually a toilet on it. This time I didn’t have any urge to go on the flight and didn’t need to go throughout the trip back to London, when we finally arrived at London and put the vehicle back into my father’s hangar.
I first got dressed back into my clothes, then when we got off and I felt I needed to go, but I kept to my normal habits and spoke nothing to him. When we entered into the house I saw the bathroom, but I chose to hold it in, I love to my urge in and I love doing at night especially when I have to sleep, because I love wetting the bed.
From what you are reading you’ll find out that the Lara Croft you think you know isn’t the same as the real Lara. Just then the doorbell rang, the person I love the most went to open the door and a very tall man in a suit was standing there and he opened his mouth and spoke with a thick American accent and asked where’s Lara, Jonah told them that I’m inside and let them inside, now while we all were inside, we all walked to the living room where we could talk.
Now sitting down he spoke and said “Lara Croft, our American research team have lost contact with our top adventurer and we want you to look for him and help him complete his mission.” I was getting so desperate to pee I had to force myself not to fidget, so I asked him what was his expedition and the man said “He was tasked with finding the legendary city of Kitezh, which he believed was located in Siberia.”
He gave me a big lecture about what this guy that I have to rescue found about the legend of Kitezh and he barely found anything, except a secret cave that has the key to take you there, but as the man said he lost contact with them and haven’t found anything else.
By the time, he finished my bladder was almost on verge of reaching to the capacity where I can’t hold anymore in and on the verge of an accident. The guy was finished and started to leave, she waited for him to not be in view of her and then when he wasn’t she ran towards the bathroom near the hangar.
She was so relieved that she could go, but then she remembered that when it caught on fire the plumber who fixed the bathrooms forgot to properly fix this one and by sheer feeling of her own words made her start to leak. A little stain was on her cargo pants and she existed out of there and ran towards the tiny bathroom under the stairs. The house was full with bathrooms, but I knew that I would make it if I tried every single one here.
I made it to the small bathroom under the stairs, but I was now on the verge of letting go and I didn’t want that to happen at all, so I opened the doorknob and then I felt myself let out more, I slammed the door shut and proceeded to take off my belt, it was unbuckled now and I then unzip the cargo pants and started pulling them down to my knees.
I walked closer to the loo, I was so desperate and when I had to pull my panties down, I had to stop myself of sweet relief. But, it was no use even thinking of something different gave me the same feeling, I felt my muscles starting to let go and then I start peeing in my panties.
I now had to face the consequence of holding it for that long and I sit down and empty the full load into my panties while sitting on the toilet, it took so damn long, but every drop felt so refreshing.
After my long pee, I went to bed and found my boyfriend (Jonah) waiting for me there with two bottles of water with him. I exactly knew what he wanted, so I stripped down and climbed into the bed with him and had sex together and it was so beautiful and after that he forced me to drink two bottles of water and then we fell asleep.
To Be Continued... |
I noticed that Jonah wasn’t present with me, so I looked for him. Have a guess where he was? Well he was still in the bathroom, I was so worried. I knocked on the door -no answer, I asked again still no answer and then I tried speaking to him pretending I needed a wee to turn him on, but still no answer. I walked back to my father’s study and then ran up towards the bathroom door, with ease the door broke and there I find him. He’s still sitting on the loo with his private parts exposed and then I noticed a tranquilliser dart stuck to his neck, I knew he wasn’t dead because the tranquilliser dart was only a sleeping dart, but they take a long time to wear off.
I really have to help find this guy in Siberia, but waiting for the affects of Jonah to die away will take too long as much as I love him, I have to abandon him for my quest. I spent a few minutes fighting with myself about staying or leaving, but in the end I made the right decision (I chose to leave and start my quest alone). When I reached the hanger and started up the helicopter it felt very weird not having a co-pilot and it was also my first solo mission, now imagine what I can do on my own. I started laughing so hard that I had an idea...
I put on autopilot and looked if there was water at the back in the tiny fridge and there was. I take all of it and walk back to sit on the co-pilot seat and pretend to get desperate for an non existing Jonah, the very thought of it turned me on because I love getting desperate for him and purposely wetting myself to please him, but I do it because it pleases me as well. I start drinking all the bottles of water, which was 21 in total and when I reached 20 I was so ready to explode.
I stopped holding on and in seconds I started to pee, a hot golden stream ascending from my pussy shot out like a waterfall and I couldn’t believe how naughty I was. Now I forgot to mention that I purposely got undressed to be naughty because I stupidly forgot to bring my change of diapers with me and so I didn’t want me to go in my knickers.
Some time later I arrived at the destination (Siberia) and before leaving I checked if there was a packet of diapers in the back, turns out there was but I thought that I should go without them today. I get off and find out the only way to go is up, I race back to put on my snow gear and get my climbing gear.
Now that I’m done I can climb up, but before I do it I wonder what about the helicopter I was so stupid to forget that. I get back in and fly up in a matter of seconds I reach the top and see what next and I can see the entrances to the cave so I climb up now. After a lengthy climb up, where I constantly had a lot of almost dying... I made it up!
I walk into the cave and my journey begins. There was no boobytrap door as that is a common trend that I’ve found out throughout my different adventures, strangely those men never gave me a name to this lead I’m going to rescue, I hope nothing is fishy I told myself. I get to a bridge that looks very unstable as many pieces from it is gone, I carefully go along it trying not to make a mistake.
The constant stress is now making me scared and there we go I miss it and I’m now scared shitless holding onto the plank of wood that I was supposed to put my foot on. I look down and see a big abyss and I don’t want to die! All of a sudden my bladder decides to go, I did drink so much orange juice this morning to play with to please Jonah and all that water I just drank probably an hour ago.
So there I am scared shitless, needing to pee and not wanting to die, I’ve just worked out a plan and hopefully it fucking works! I walk under it and climb up to put me back on my feet, so I try it I’m going so good and then I almost fell of the cliff because I didn’t time my long distance jump that good and I’m clinging onto dear life with an urge to go to the loo. I push myself up and there I’ve made it, I’ve never been that scared in my life before and I venture forth.
One important thing that is a big priority is that I really really have to pee and I can feel myself about to breakdown and cry because of my urgency. I can’t stress it anymore I really have to pee and I can only go in my clothes because I have a pet hate of going to the loo in a thousand or even older year cave and could be damaging valuable artefacts. Mainly because fucking hate damaging someone else’s property, I continue walking until I reach the end and when I do I find a radio lying in the middle of the ground.
I must be very warm I said to myself without realising I said warm it kickstarted my bladder and was a mistake that will later haunt me. After I spotted the radio I decided to check what is down that tunnel and I found myself in a Soviet-era installed base. Then I spot a man tied up and I immediately got to free him but at the same moment my bladder is telling me that I have just pasted my limit, I’m almost at the verge of having an accident.
I take off the mask and begin to talk saying what’s your name and quickly I get a reply “My name is Alex West and you must be Lara Croft daughter of Richard Croft.” I replied yes that’s right I was sent by these two men in suits to find you, “Lara it’s not safe here Trinity operates this area!” Trinity, but I stopped Trinity long ago, I even killed the leader. “Lara, Trinity is now run by Pedro Dominguez a real mad man if you asked me. He tried to threaten me by throwing me off the cliff if I don’t tell him what I’m doing here.”
By the time he finish I started to become obvious that I had to pee as I was sort of shaking my legs to much and he even asked him if I was alright. I was so unprepared for this and I just told him the truth. I felt good exposing myself and just then I fell this hand on my shoulder and I got such a fright that I leaked a bit in my knickers. It was a middle aged man with dark brown eyes and salt and pepper hair, must be Dominguez. I was really scared of him by just his presence and by the words of Alex, being scared wasn’t good at the moment.
He came closer to me and this was making me uncomfortable I tried my best to hold it back without him or nobody seeing me needing to go. The closer he got the more I got scared, he began saying “You must be the famous Lara Croft.” And the proceeded to touch me on the face, on my neck and my boobs. I got so scared by him weirdly touching me that I did it. My dam broke up as my cargo pants start becoming saturated and I couldn’t believe I just powered myself.
Dominguez laughed at me as I embarrassed myself in front of everyone. When my flood was reduced to a tinkle I looked up at him and he gave me a very creepy smile and shouted “TAKE THEM TO THE GULAGS!!! As he said this his guards responded with “yes sir” and start pulling us up by our arms. When we were up Dominguez spoke again and said “GUARDS, STRIP THE WOMAN BEFORE SHE GOES IN!!!!”
And the same remark was said, we were the taken to the Gulags and they put Alex in already and now they had to strip me. They first searched me and took my guns and climbing gear away, then took of my coat, then my wet cargo pants, then my t-shirt and at the same time my bra and panties. Then they put me inside and left, the rescue mission so happened to fail and the two great tomb raiders were trapped by Trinity and now we just needed a miracle to break free of this.
To Be Continued... |
Tearful Theresa
Theresa sat watching the Prime Minister expectantly. Seven long weeks without kissing her grandchildren, seven weeks without playing with them, pushing them on the garden swing, making them lunch and reading them stories was taking a huge emotional toll. Prior to the national lockdown she saw them daily, four days of which she had them both from 8am until 6pm to let their mum and dad work. Even on the days when either their dad or mum were off she still regularly took them to nursery, collected them or had them over for tea. They filled a hole in her heart that had been there since her own children flew the nest and gave her a reason to live.
Bella and Bailey were everything to Theresa and at 18 months and 4 years old their toys, high chair, car seats, clothes, books and nappies were in every drawer, cupboard and room in the house, exactly as Theresa loved it.
Theresa hung on Boris’s every word praying for hope, praying for a way to touch and hug those babies again. Every day without seeing them or being with them was breaking her and Theresa didn’t know how much longer she could go on. Yes she phoned them daily, video called them before bed and arranged small gifts to be delivered but it wasn’t the same as hugging them and the fact they only lived 2 miles away seemed to make the whole thing 100 times worse. At just 55 Theresa was so glad to have no major health issues nor be old enough to be forced to self isolate to avoid Coronavirus but, she as a law abiding citizen, regardless how much she loved her family, she knew that lockdown was needed.
Still she cried herself to sleep every night missing her family like never before.
Derek understood though he was still working driving lorries delivering essential food and taking every precaution possible to avoid bringing the virus to himself or his wife, even to the point of stripping off as he came in the door, much the amusement of his wife of 33 years.
“From this coming Wednesday a few of the tight restrictions we have all been living with will now be eased. If you can not work from home you may return to work. You can now exercise outside an unlimited amount of times. You no longer need to exercise close to home and you may now drive to exercise...” Boris spoke on the TV.
“Right ok. But can I see my babies Boris? Come on...”
“We must all keep social distance at all times...”
“Oh....I guess that’s it then. Here I was thinking he’d soften being a new father again Derek. I’m heartbroken...”
“Let him finish woman! He might say more. Listen...”
“You can now play sport outside..though only with your own family...those you live with. You may meet one member of another household outside...observing social distance at all times...you must not go into their house. You must remain outside, two metres apart at all times, in a park or outside space...and if the infection rate increases these changes will have to be looked at again. Stay alert, beat the virus, protect the NHS’
“What? Did I just hear him right? Did you hear that Derek? Did he say I can see Bella and Bailey?”
Before Derek even had a chance to reply the phone was ringing. Theresa answered it with tears in her eyes knowing already who it would be.
“Mum! You can see them! You can see me! Just two more days mum! Oh wait until I tell Bella tomorrow! Oh mum she’ll cry! I just know she will. Right...where and what time? Wait a second and I’ll check the weather..brilliant mum it’s to be sunny! Oh mum are you ok?”
Theresa could barely speak. The very thought of just seeing her daughter, her son in law and her grandchildren in person again after almost two months of isolation from them was overwhelming.
“I’m here darling. Oh Tammy! Oh Tammy! Wednesday can’t come quickly enough.”
“Right mum. What about 11am before Bailey takes his nap? The children’s park is still locked and I don’t want the kids to see it but what about the river walkway down by Hyde street? You know the bench there? I’ll meet you at 11 and we can social distance and you can see the kids. It won’t be easy mum. Bailey will just want to toddle right to you as he always does and Bella will run and jump on your knee. I’ll put the reigns on Bella. She’ll hate it but it’s the only way and I’ll put Bailey in the buggy. Oh mum we can do this can’t we? We can meet and not hug? We’ll be ok won’t we?
“We’ll be great sweetheart. I promise. You’re dad’s just made me a coffee! I think he reckons I need something to calm me down. I’ll video call in the morning ok. Give Jason my love and kiss those babies for me even If they are sleeping please!”
“I will mum. Love you. Goodnight.”
“Night sweetheart. I love you!”
Theresa sipped at her coffee, exactly as she liked it and smiled at Derek. He winked back and said reassuringly, “See I told you you’d see them soon didn’t I?”
“You did love. You certainly did.”
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Wednesday morning Theresa woke alone as Derek had left early for work. She had some toast and a mug of tea and had a shower then chose her clothes carefully. Bailey loved snuggling into her fluffy fleece cardigan, it even smelt like him still but Bella loved her ‘grandma blouse’ which had a top pocket just like grandpas! Theresa smiled to herself as she put the blouse on with her loose skirt and tights and favourite flat shoes. It was a good half hour walk to Hyde Street but the fresh air would be good for her. Theresa found her favourite hand bag and filled it with treats for the children, a teddy for Bella and a ball for Bailey. Just time for a coffee and then she would leave.
Theresa grabbed the cardigan that Bailey loved before heading out the door. It was sunny but a light breeze meant the cardigan would come in handy. Theresa looked out for her daughter and grandchildren as she approached their town but unable to see them she made her way to the bench and sat at one end. She so wanted to walk the ten minutes to Tammy’s but it would only take a neighbour to see and report her and Theresa shuddered at the very thought. Sitting alone by the river Theresa watched a lone duck in the water as a breeze blow her hair over her eyes. She clipped it back and pulled her cardigan closed. Maybe it was the cool air or sitting opposite the river or maybe it was the walk...but Theresa suddenly needed the toilet so she crossed her legs in the hope it would go away. As she waited for Tammy and the kids she thought about where might be open nearby that she could call in at on the walk home, assuming she might need to. Ideally she’d hold off until back home as she usually did when needing when out.
Before she’d even thought where might be open Theresa heard that beautiful and special voice of Bella calling...
“Grandma! Grandma...”
Instinctively Theresa held her hands out to her firstborn grandchild then tears came quickly as she realised the reality of social distancing still. Before Bella could reach her she lifted out her favourite teddy from Grandma’s house and laid it on the other arm of the beach.
It was hard not touching the children but after time the children and adults adapted and Theresa loved watching them and photographing them as they both investigated the river and played with the ball.Theresa needed the toilet but there was no way she was leaving her precious family having waited for this time for so long. As she watched the children she crossed and uncrossed her legs and shifted now and again on the bench. Tammy noticed and asked if she was cold but there was no way Theresa would admit her predicament to anyone, let alone her daughter.
It wasn’t until Bailey became fussy that Tammy checked her watch and said she had better get the kids back home for lunch and Bailey’s nap. Torn between her now strong need for a toilet and not wanting to part from her family, Theresa could just nod as Tammy strapped the toddler in the buggy and called her daughter over.
“We’ll video later mum. It won’t be much longer until it’ll be over. We’ll all be ok. I promise.”
Theresa felt comforted by her daughters words but quite uncomfortable by the fact her bladder was feeling very full. She toyed with suggesting she come back with Tammy, knowing her house was less than ten minutes away but knew Tammy couldn’t agree even if she wanted. She waved tearfully as her family walked away, bouncing a knee now they were out of sight.
‘Oh I need a toilet’ she muttered quietly as she put her handbag over her head and shoulders and stood up. The very motion of standing having sat down for almost an hour send a wave of pressure through Theresa’s body. Half an hours walk home seemed out of reach all of a sudden as Theresa thought quickly about what her options were.
She started walking as she decided she’d do her best to get home and go there. She’d just need to walk quickly!
A few minutes later and Theresa had to pause to cross a road. The pressure between her legs was strong and she struggled to remain still.
‘Hurry up green man. Come on’ she voiced to herself, eager to keep moving as she felt in more and more need.
She walked briskly, avoiding others as best as she could, her mind racing in her growing need to get home very quickly. Each subsequent road became a more difficult experience as by now Theresa could think of nothing more than getting home and peeing.
Then she heard her name and looked across at someone waving to her.
‘Hi Theresa! You out for your exercise? Lovely day for it isn’t it.’
Theresa hated being anti social but she HAD to get home. She was bursting for the toilet now and every minute counted. She smiled and waved hoping this would be enough.
‘How’s Derek doing? We’re clapping for the likes of him every Thursday night you know!’
‘Doing great! Sorry I can’t stop. Maybe see you soon! Stay safe!’
Theresa bit her lip as she briskly walked on. Her bladder ached. She pressed her thighs tightly together as she walked, hearing the nylon rubbing together and hoping she wasn’t making a huge hole in the tights. She wasn’t sure she would make it on time as her heart thumped with the stress of holding on. Just ten more minutes...
At the end of the last street before her own Theresa paused for a second. There was a lane to Tesco and she hesitated as she wondered wether to keep trying for home or risk the toilets at Tesco. She needed oh so badly that she could hardly think now. What if there was a queue at Tesco? But what if she couldn’t make it home? Struggling to remain composed and aching to hold herself between her legs she edged down the path, lined on both sides by hedges of gardens.
Quickly checking no-one could see she pressed a hand at the top of her thigh and bent forward in so much need. Embarrassed and emotional she stopped quickly and composed herself again as she walked sharply down the lane a little more and looked longingly at the store entrance. Was that a line of people waiting? She wasn’t sure. She pushed a leg up behind her as a strong urge rushed through her body.
‘Oh yikes. I need to go!’ she murmured sweating.
Having another quick squeeze she took a few more steps before realising it was definitely a queue and she would in fact be quicker going home. Yet somehow frozen to the spot she concentrated so hard to squeeze her muscles closed and stay dry until she got home. She was frantic for the bathroom by now having been bursting for almost an hour and a half. Her bladder so full and aching and her thighs tightly squeezing with every move. In her younger days she might have risked letting a little go in the lane but she knew in her slightly older years that this would be fatal and she wouldn’t be able to stop.
Determined to try and get home dry she walked quicker than before as she power walked back down the lane and onto the Main Street that ied to her own street. Seeing a couple walking a dog she put her head down and avoided eye contact as she marched quickly last them. Almost home she could feel dribbles escaping and a warmth tickling her between her underwear that teased and mocked her as she held on hard.
‘Almost there’ she cheered herself on as she finally turned into her home street.
Opening her gate the thought of getting release from the pressure was almost too much for Theresa. She pushed her hand on the gate and marched on the spot revealing her severe predicament to anyone who could see. Every step down her path tortured her mind and bladder further as those few steps felt like miles upon miles.
Standing at her own front door, her little porch with handing baskets and a gnome saying ‘welcome’ making her feel relaxed and relieved she dug in her handbag furiously for her key. Unable to control herself her found her other hand instinctively grabbing between her legs in a last ditch effort to hold on.
‘Come on Theresa. You’ve got this far...’
Finding the key finally Theresa pushed it into the lock and turned it as her handbag began vibrating as her mobile rang.
‘Not now...please not now...’
Theresa pushed the door open and stepped in, pulling the key out one handed and wishing her phone out with the other. She looked at the screen and saw Tammy’s name. Despite an agonising urgent need to pee Theresa couldn’t nit answer from her only daughter. What if something had happened to those babies of hers?
‘Hi’
‘Hi mum! You sound out of breath. Are you ok?’
‘Yes love. Just stepping inside the front door. You all ok?...actually Tammy can I call you back in a few minutes love...’
‘I was just worried mum. You looked so stressed today. I’m worried about you.’
‘I’m fine love. Honestly. Can I call you back love? I just need to...’
With the front door still wide open Theresa could feel tears welling up again. She was dripping again. She could feel it. Her pants were warm and damp and she was so incredibly desperate for the toilet. But something stopped her from telling her own daughter just how urgent, how desperate, how imperative it was that she got to the bathroom urgently.
‘Mum are you crying?’
‘I’m fine love...’
But Theresa wasn’t fine. Standing just inside her own front door, with the door wide open for anyone to see who happened to pass, she could feel urine running down the inside of her tights. She wanted to scream, to cry, to run away. How could a mum, a grandma even, find herself in such a situation like this unable to hold her own bladder?
‘Mum? You’ve gone quiet. Are you there mum?’
Theresa stood in silence for a moment as her legs warmed more, her underwear filled fast and her cheeks reddened. The relief wasn’t instant, her body was trying so hard still to hold back, but she couldn’t do it any longer. She couldn’t hold it. She couldn’t refrain. She couldn’t control her own body. She took a deep breathe, sighed audible, and relaxed as the current flowed quicker and quicker between her legs, now rushing violently down both legs and polling under the feet of her tights. She stepped out of her flat shoes and broadened her legs slightly feeling the squelching and warm as she did so.
‘Mum? Mum?’
‘Sorry sweetheart. I was....just shutting the door and picking up the mail.’
‘Mum you sound tearful...’
‘It’s fine love. It’s just...you know how it is when you’ve waited for something so so long and then it finally happens... but it’s not quite how you hoped it would be?’
‘It’s ok mum. I’m sure next time will be better. As long as you are ok. I’ll video call later ok. Love you!’
‘Yes honey. Next time will be better won’t it! Love you too!’
Theresa presses the phone off, pushed the door closed and stripped off her clothes until she was naked, just like her husband had been doing when he got home for 7 and a half weeks now. He always said it was to stop the so read of the virus but now Theresa couldn’t help but wonder if maybe, even if just once, he too had had a similar accident and didn’t want her to know? That thought made her smile as she placed her wet skirt, tights and underwear into the washing machine and headed upstairs for another shower. |
Quick story I thought up, apologies for any grammar/spelling mistakes. Messing warning if that's not your cup of tea.
Diane awoke with a start. As she moved to grab her glasses from the bedside table, she wondered what had interrupted her sleep. She pondered this until a waft of a hot, rotten smell crept up from under the covers and met her nostrils, causing her to gag softly. To her right, her husband Mr. Peanutbutter stirred at the noise before settling down again. Shamefully, Diane realized what she had done – she had farted herself awake.
A sudden pressure in her gut confirmed it. Diane sighed. She was extraordinarily poop shy, a habit stemming from her quasi-abusive household. Each time she would drop a deuce in the one shared bathroom she had with her siblings, they would tease her endlessly. As a result, she had learned to pause her bathroom needs until she could discover a suitably secluded bathroom. Diane could live with the frequent abdominal pain and litany of excuses this habit forced her to make. However, her body wasn’t under perfect control, and an all-too-frequent side effect was that she would occasionally pass gas in her sleep.
The sulfuric smell coming from the covers was all the confirmation she needed, but another gurgle emanated from deep inside her belly. She got up and scurried over to the bathroom adjoining the private bedroom. Paranoid that Mr. Peanutbutter might listen to her “performance”, she closed the door, turned on the sink, and gently plunked down onto the cold porcelain seat. Clenching her fists and wincing, Diane bore down with as much pressure as her body could muster.
She was rewarded with a noisy fart that echoed off the bowl. Diane turned bright red and held her body completely still. When she heard no evidence of Mr. Peanutbutter stirring, she resumed her task with slightly more restraint.
“Hmmmmph,” she breathed through clenched teeth, attempting to move the mass unsettling her stomach. However, as opposed to a rewarding solid, more gas escaped her anus. Diane sniffed and winced with disgust and shame as the stench of her digested food assaulted her nostrils. Pushing again, she felt the tip of a log poke its way out of her enlarging hole. She strained, groaning quietly. “Move!” she thought, and felt rewarded as the turd tip slithered further out.
“Hey Diane, are you okay in there?” Diane gasped as she heard her husband’s voice at the door. Involuntarily, she felt her anus tighten up and the log retreat back inside of her with a slimy trail. She had been so close to going undiscovered!
“Yes, Mr. Peanutbutter! It’s just…um…” Diane stalled, quickly pulling her granny panties and pajama bottoms back on to her person. She looked around for anything that might save her.
“Um! The ancient Sumerian spirit Um has taken up residence in our bathroom?” Mr. Peanutbutter called back incredulously. “Don’t worry Diane, I’m coming in to save you!”
Diane, who had been frantically racking her brain for any ways to convince her husband that a deity had not intruded on their bathroom, looked at the door with horror. Despite her other preparation, she had failed to lock the door! Turning bright red, she raced toward the door while screaming “No, don’t!”
WHAM. The door burst open with an agitated Mr. Peanutbutter behind it. As he entered the bathroom, his face turned from outrage to disgust. “Ugh, Diane! What is that horrible smell?” He wrinkled his nose and pulled his V-neck pajama shirt over his face. “That is just truly disgusting!”
“What smell?” Diane asked innocently, trying to keep her face from becoming even redder. Mr. Peanutbutter’s acute sense of smell made it nearly impossible to deny. To be fair, only the most oblivious humans could ignore the warm, meaty stench that hung in the bathroom air.
“Diane, it’s disgusting in here. Wait, you came in here in the middle of the night, turned on the sink, and the room now smells like last night’s tacos. There can only be one explanation…”
Diane looked down at her feet, ashamed. “Okay, Mr. Peanutbutter. I’m sorry, I have to come clean…”
“No Diane, don’t worry, I completely understand. It’s okay!”, he replied. Diane breathed a sigh of relief. “I totally get it now,” he continued, “a skunk must have snuck into our house, ate our dinner, turned on our sink, blasted gas in here, and then run out!”
“Um…” Diane tried to interrupt, but Mr. Peanutbutter was on a roll.
“No Diane, I know you came in here to do battle with a vengeful Near Eastern spirit, but you clearly misdiagnosed this. I’m certain we must have had a skunk in here. Nothing human could have ever created a smell like this!” Mr. Peanutbutter concluded with a winning smile. “Don’t worry Diane, just come back to bed and we’ll hunt that skunk tomorrow morning.”
“Oh…ok…” Diane stammered. For the time being, her need to relieve her bowels had disappeared. She figured she’d be able to sneak into a bathroom tomorrow while her husband was distracted by whatever new harebrained scheme he and Todd had thought up. Rubbing her stomach, she followed Mr. Peanutbutter out of the room.
The next morning, Diane woke up with what felt like a mass of clay sitting in her stomach. She didn’t feel like she had to “go” yet, but the urge was definitely making itself known. Mr. Peanutbutter was nowhere to be seen – usually he got up early in the morning to chase mail and hang out with Todd. Diane rolled groggily out of bed and put on her customer jacket and jeans. She trudged off to the bathroom, hoping to move her bowels before her husband got back. But as she opened the door the bathroom, she was greeted with a shocking sight. The toilet had been removed!
“Mr. Peanutbutter!” she called out. He and Todd came running into the room, followed by Todd’s friend Emily who shuffled in moments later. “Why is our toilet gone?”
Mr. Peanutbutter laughed. “Diane, Diane, Diane. We’re trying to kill two birds at once!” “Um, racist?” Emily intoned. “Sorry, we’re trying to help two birds at once!”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Diane replied. Suddenly, she was struck with a cramp and doubled over, pressing on her stomach. “But I really need to use the bathroom, so can you hurry up and put it back?”
Todd shook his head. “No, Diane. Mr. Peanutbutter told me about your skunk problem, and it was obvious what we had to do. See, skunks love escaping through toilets. That’s their second favorite spot after pizza parlors!”
Diane groaned while doing a potty dance. “What’s the other reason?”
Todd grinned. “We’re working on a new invention! It’s called: Potty2Go. Mr. Peanutbutter, if you will?”
At his cue, Mr. Peanutbutter dragged out an easel with a piece of paper that just had “Potty2Go” written on it. “Has this ever happened to you?” he began.
Diane felt a small fart threatening to escape her rear end with something more solid on the way. “Can you skip all the theatrics and just get to the point?”
“Okay,” Todd said, “last week, Emily and I were at our favorite dance club, the mall. Suddenly, she said she had to use the bathroom.” Emily started to blush, her face turning the color of her red hair. “But all the bathrooms were closed!” Todd continued. “She held on as long as she could, but after our three mega-lemonades and two hours of doing the twist, she peed all over the floor!”
“I had a little accident,” Emily said while staring at the floor.
“Oh, no, this was a huge accident,” Todd chimed in. “There was a major puddle everywhere. It got all over our shoes and we had to buy new jeans and underwear for Emily.”
“Nobody really noticed,” Emily mumbled.
“Oh no, it was a huge deal,” Todd replied again. “She was wiggling and groaning and holding herself. And everyone saw as she peed her jeans completely. I mean, there must have been 50 people there watching as she lost it! Everyone saw, trust me.” Todd finished.
Mr. Peanutbutter took up the thread, “so anyway, we’re trying to invent a way that you can avoid humiliating yourself just like Emily did! That’s why we came up with Potty2Go.”
Diane winced as she felt her log knocking insistently at her backdoor. “Okay, so why are all our toilets gone?”
Todd looked thoughtful. “Well, we haven’t actually invented anything yet. So we decided to take out all the toilets in your house to help motivate us to come up with something!”
Emily whined, “Todd I really can’t hold it that much longer. Can we please come up with an idea before I repeat last week’s incident?”
Diane let out a silent wet fart. By now, she was sure her white panties had been smeared with residue from her opening asshole. But without a toilet, there wasn’t anything she could do. She had to find somewhere to go!
“Todd, do you know where I can find a toilet?” she asked through gritted teeth.
“Hmm, well Princess Carolyn isn’t home and her place is pretty close by. Plus I live on her couch rent-free, so mi toileta es su toileta!” Todd held out his hand with a key in it.
“Perfect,” Diane shot back through gritted teeth. “Good luck, Emily.” She waddled to the kitchen to grab her car keys.
“Thanks!” Emily yelled back, but Diane had already scrambled through the front door.
Diane raced inside Princess Carolyn’s apartment, barely stopping to shut the door behind her. “Ugggh” she groaned and held her stomach. She had barely been able to keep it in the car ride over, with her shit threatening to slip out into her slightly dirtied panties. Once or twice, she even felt herself prairie dogging. Frantically, she looked around the dark room. She had been over the apartment once or twice, but had never wanted to use someone else’s toilet. Now, she barely cared that she was about to unleash a nightmare on Princess Carolyn’s poor commode.
However, there seemed to be no toilet in sight. Diane groaned. She was at her limit! All of a sudden, she spied a sandbox in the corner up against the wall. “Of course!” she thought. “Princess Carolyn is a cat, and cats go in litterboxes.” Not stopping to think, she raced over the sandbox and pulled down her pants and panties. She barely stopped to register disgust and the dark brown streak marring her unfashionable underwear. She hunched over the sandbox awkwardly – there was enough room for her to put her ass hovering over the sand, but her legs were right toward the front. “I guess this will have to do,” Diane thought, and after looking around to make sure she was alone, she released the floodgates.
Her hole yawned as the turd stirred inside of her. Like last night, the tip poked out and Diane registered another noxious contribution to the atmosphere of farts surrounding her. “Grrrr” Diane pushed, and the log emerged more rapidly. The tail grew more quickly until it reached just shy of a foot and coiled neatly into the sand.
“Huh, that wasn’t so hard,” Diane thought to herself. All of a sudden, liquid shit came spilling out of her asshole, depositing onto the soiled sand with a cacophony of noise. “Ahhh!” Diane screamed before covering her mouth. Diarrhea continued to spray out of her overtaxed rear end. Diane peeked behind her. While most of her excretion hand landed in the litterbox, she saw with horror that Princess Carolyn’s wall had little flecks of her shit on it.
“Oh no,” Diane thought, before she felt a different pressure grow within her. Her eyes widened as she realized that she hadn’t relieved her bladder since yesterday. In vain she tried to stop it, but within the second hot yellow urine gushed sprayed out of her. Owing to the size of the sandbox, her pee sprayed in a continuous arc onto Princess Carolyn’s carpet, staining the blue an even darker shade.
“No, no, stop!” Diane tried clenching, but her bladder refused to comply. She watched with horror as more liquid streamed out of her genitalia, creating a shameful smelly puddle on the floor as her semi-liquid turds continued to gush forth. “This couldn’t get any worse,” she thought to herself.
All of a sudden, she heard footsteps and saw the light switch flicker on. Princess Carolyn was standing at the foot of the stairs in a robe. “Who’s there?”
“Oh no! Princess Carolyn!” Diane shrieked. In vain she tried to pull her pants and underwear over her exposed bottom. “Don’t look!” She felt a warmth run down her backside as her bladder continued its expulsion directly into her favorite pair of jeans. “Ahh!” she screamed again at the unfamiliar sensation, trying to stand up quickly.
“Diane? Is that you?” Princess Carolyn watched in horror as her friend stumbled against her wall, trying to preserve her dignity. Diane raised a hand to cover her face. Unfortunately, she felt herself begin to slip with one hand covering her face and the other trying to button her pants. With horror, she toppled backward into the sandbox, smearing her fecal mess on her backside.
“Nooooo!” Diane sobbed as she felt a lump rise in her throat. It felt as though she were sitting in a tub of expired chocolate pudding. Princess Carolyn gaped in amazement from a safe distance, holding her shirt above her nose. “Come on, honey, let’s get you cleaned up.”
Diane stared vacantly as Princess Carolyn led her into her bedroom. Shortly after they went upstairs, Todd entered the unlocked door. He wrinkled his nose in disgust and wondered aloud “is there a skunk here as well?” Looking for the source of the odor, he saw the sandbox littered with half-smashed turds. Grinning, he shouted out loud “I’ve got it!” and ran out the door.
The next day, Diane sat at home on her couch. After learning from Princess Carolyn that the bathroom was right upstairs and that the sandbox she had despoiled was a Prince of Persia replica, she felt even more humiliated. Her mood did not improve as Mr. Peanutbutter, Todd, and Emily walked in.
“Guys, please leave me alone. I don’t want to talk right now.” Diane offered feebly.
“Diane, we have no time for your pouting. We invented Potty2Go!” Todd beamed proudly. Diane ignored him until she saw the object in Todd’s hands – the sandbox filled with her shameful logs!
“Todd, where did you get that?” Diane asked incredulously.
“This is our prototype! Yesterday, I came in to Princess Carolyn’s apartment and found this fascinating sculpture. I realized the answer had been in front of us all along! Although I’m not sure what this is made of, it has a very true to life odor.”
Diane turned beet red – the offensive smell of yesterday’s poop was quickly filling up the living area. “Please just get rid of that Todd.”
Todd shook his head. “Not until you see our demonstration. Observe!” At his words, Emily moved front and center. Diane saw that Emily’s pants seemed strangely full of something, bulging out in all directions.
“This is Potty2Go. If you ever need to use the bathroom but you can’t find a toilet, all you need to do is take Potty2Go’s patented sand box and dump it into your pants. Then, you can do what you need to do with no embarrassment and clean it out later! Potty2Go!” Mr. Peanutbutter nodded as Todd delivered the pitch.
“You guys know there is something for this – a diaper” Diane said in a flat voice.
“Oh, that’s what one of the people at the mall told Emily to wear!” Todd wondered in amazement. “Okay, I guess we don’t need this. Emily, you can take the sand out of your pants now.”
Emily had been wiggling around, her feet constantly moving, but she froze up when she heard Todd’s words. “What?”
“Well, there’s no need for Potty2Go now, we can just sell diapers” Todd explained.
“Oh.” Emily blushed red. “Well, I kind of need to, you know…”. All of a sudden, a hissing sound filled the air and Emily’s mouth opened slightly. “Uhhh….it might be too late to get your sand back Todd…” |
The bladder buster cruise
Chapter 1: Setting sail
It had been a month since Lilli had seen the advert pop up on the side of her browser. At the time she had thought it had to be a joke, “Go pee free, for a free cruise”. She wasn’t sure what had made her click on the advert, maybe it was curiosity to what it might mean, or maybe it was simply the words free cruise. As a recent university graduate she didn’t have much cash to splash, so if she could get a free cruise she was interested.
Now standing at the port, her shoulder length drown hair swirling around her face she couldn’t hide her excitement.
“Can you believe it, a free cruise!” She yelled, throwing both hands into the air. The sound of the waves lapping against the walls of the port interspersed with the squawks of seagulls enjoying the late morning sunshine.
“You realise its only free if one of us doesn’t pee right?” A huskier voiced woman next to her said. With one hand on her hip the black-haired woman didn’t look quite as happy about the arrangement as her taller friend.
“Oh shush Janet, its still a cruise” A third voice shot back. It owner was currently stepping out of a cab that had just pulled up.
“Sasha!” The three young women cried embracing in a group hug.
“Jesus its windy out here, I don’t know why I spent so much time on my hair this morning.”
“Ever the style guru Sasha” Lilli responded, their hug ending as Sasha's long auburn hair whipped around in the sea air.
They had been friends since childhood but Lilli had always felt like the nerdy girl taken in by the beautiful popular one. Her average build and tomboyish tendencies combined with the biggest braces you had ever seen made school life a little difficult for her. But thankfully her and Sasha had hit it off in PE (Physical ed), with neither of them really wanting to do it. Slowly jogging or mostly walking around at the back of the pack during track days gave them plenty of time to talk. She had been pleasantly surprised at just how nice Sasha was, initially thinking of her as another airhead beauty. It turned out that despite her flaming red hair, picture perfect smile and blemish free skin she was actually pretty down to earth.
Thankfully since those days the braces had been removed and Lilli had somewhat blossomed into a beautiful girl next door type. A small silver nose ring and large tattoo of an octopus on her shoulder the only signs of the rebelliousness phase she had as a teenager. That and her lasting friendship with Janet who despite people teasing her for her old person name was the same age as the others. She had joined Lilli and Sasha’s school just before her GCSE’s and found herself in all the same classes the others two had chosen, it seemed they all had similar interests.
“So where is that blonde bombshell sister of yours Lilli?” Sasha asked
“She is up at the check in place getting the boarding passes”
“Check in place” Sasha laughed, ”you mean the port authority?”
“Alright, if you want to use your fancy words.”
“So are you guys ready for this?” Janet asked, her uneasiness easy to pick up on.
“Totally” Lilli responded.
“We have nothing to worry about and we can totally win a pee holding contest between us, plus we have Barbara who I’ve never seen desperate to pee even after a full night of partying.”
“Yeah my sister is our secret weapon. But anyway it’s a cruise, it’ll probably be full of old people and even you should be able to beat them” Lilli said, a smile on her face as she elbowed Janet in the ribs gently.
Janet knew she didn’t have the strongest bladder, it wasn’t necessarily weak but she doubted she would win the contest by herself. But thankfully Lilli and Sasha were right, Barbara could go toe to toe with a dozen people on a night out and seemed to never take a pee break. Even that time when she lost 4 beer pong games in a row, refusing to leave until she won.
“The gangs all here then” came a shout from behind them. Lili's sister was casually walking towards them, hands full of paper
“Sorry it took so long, there were a load of other things they had to make me sign. But anyway, here are your boarding passes ladies” she said handing them out.
“And here is what looks like a book of free drink tickets which is a result and.... an itinerary thing for today. Oh but be careful with those passes, the guy at the desk said not to mark or bend them otherwise we might forfeit our chance at the free cruise.”
Grabbing their bags the four women made their way up to pier 9 and boarded the cruise ship that would be their home for the next 7 days.
“So apparently we have a briefing in about 5 minutes in the dining hall area, which is….that away” Lilli said, pointing them towards the front of the ship.
Walking down the long corridors the group couldn’t help but notice that the ship was not filled with old people, but mainly people their own age or slightly older. It seemed the offer of a free cruise in exchange of a bathroom visit attracted a certain type of person. The realisation worried Janet who was starting to think this might turn out to be harder than they had first thought. The noise of a tropical steel drum helped direct them to the dining room where rows of seats had been set up. A tall man in a captains outfit stood at the front of the ship, flanked by a pair of beautiful women in blue and white suits. Greeting them and the other passengers they were asked to take a seat and soon the room began to fill. a few minutes passed before the captain picked up a microphone, tapping it twice the booming noise quieted the excitable guests.
“Greetings and welcome aboard. My name Captain Hammond and I will be giving your briefing today. Now im sure you are all aware of the special that was on offer for this cruise, and I will now go through he rules and procedures of it. Please pay attention, I don’t want anyone to get disqualified early.”
“All of you should have a boarding pass that looks like this” He said holding up a blank copy.
"Not only is this your boarding pass but also your bathroom pass. The first time that each of you visits a bathroom we will stamp the left-hand side of your pass like this.” Bending down to a small table he picked up a large rubber stamp, inked it and marked the page. A large black mark was applied to the page with the word "Voided" in its centre.
“This will mark your loss of the competition and rule you out of the free cruise. Additionally you will receive a similar stamp on the back of your left hand to make it easier for us and other guests to identify who is still competing."
“You should all have also received one of these red booklets. These are free drink vouchers, they can be used for yourself or on others.”
A few confused murmurs went through the crowd.
“These vouchers can be given out by and to anyone without a black mark on their hand i.e anyone who is still competing. Each person on this cruise has 10 free drink cards that you can redeem at any establishment. Refusal of a competing traveller to accept a drink is also considered to be a forfeit and will result in you being stamped.”
“However, while anyone can give anyone a free drink using these cards it is up to the recipient to choose their drink of choice. Whether it is alcoholic of not is up to you, but a standard glass size of a pint will be given of your drink of choice. Additionally, drink cards will also be stamped with a time and given back to the drink recipient, with a grace period of 10 minutes between each drink. This is the only time when you can refuse another drink. The bar’s close at 1am and reopen at 7am, so drinks will also not be available during this period either.”
Taking a small sip from a glass of water he paused for a moment, a number of whispers going through the crowed.
“Now, to make sure the rules are followed there are no toilets in your rooms but there are large communal facilities on each floor. These are manned 24 hours by a member of staff who will be able to stamp your cards whenever you feel the need to go.”
“Finally as an added prize, each day we give all of our competitors £200 spending money to either be spent on the ship or can be converted into the local currency on days where we are docked. When leaving the boat each competing passenger will also be given one of these.” He said holding up what looked like a blue plastic belt of some sort.
“These will be fastened around your waist when you are off the boat in order to stop anyone cheating and using a toilet when off the boat. But don’t worry they are flexible and wont get in the way of your activities. If the call of nature does happen when off the boat you can remove them by pinching these two tabs here and pulling. This will deconstruct the belt in such a way that It can not be put back together, so don’t think about trying to do that either. Once back on the ship please hand in the belt to a member of staff.”
“Now that all of that has been said, again I hope you enjoy your trip with us, your welcome packs are in your rooms and will include a map and information on everything onboard. If you have any questions please feel to ask myself or another member of staff” With that the captain walked off, leaving the two women to field questions from travellers who may have been uncertain about any aspects of the contest or cruise in general.
“He was kind of hot” Sasha said, making Barbara roll her eyes. “Kind of got a tom cruise vibe”
“If you mean he is probably old enough to be your dad, they yeah.”
“Shut up, are you saying you would turn down tom cruise?”
“well…”
“Exactly, Sasha 1, Barbara 0”
“Should we go find our rooms?” Lilli interrupted her friends squabbling, currently studying the small pamphlet of free drink cards.
The rooms themselves were nice, large windows gave them a nice view of the sea from the third floor. Lilli was glad they opted for the queen bed as she laid back, the soft mattress making sure they would sleep soundly even as the ship floated its way around Europe. The four of them had gone for separate rooms, but luckily they were all next to each other on the same floor. A loud knock on the door told Lilli she had spent too much time led on her bed and the others probably wanted some lunch.
Stepping onto the food court the group grabbed a table at an American style diner, ordering a round of burger and chips they discussed what their plans were for the day.
“Well, I think we should check out the pool for a bit after lunch, then maybe see what the shops have to offer before dinner.” Barbara suggested
“Yeah there isn’t too much else to do on the ship till we get somewhere” agreed Janet. "Although I think that bar has pool tables." She said looking over her shoulder.
“Hello ladies here are your meals” a waitress appeared, somehow balancing 4 full plates of food and 4 pint glasses on a small tray.
“Im sorry I ordered a small” Janet pointed out. Still thinking about her bladder she knew she had to be smart and didn’t want to start chugging back the drinks yet.
“Sorry love, you got an upgrade courtesy of those two lads over there” she said pointing to a small table in the corner with a couple of young men on, currently holding a hand up to wave at them.
“I…uh” Janet blushed deeply, despite her good looks and sizeable chest she was never the one to get free drinks.
“Go Janet” Sasha said elbowing her friend again.
“Oh sorry, they paid for all your drinks” she said holding up 4 of the free drink cards they had all received earlier.
While some might have taken that as an insult, Janet was happy they were all in the same awkward boat now. “Are they seriously hitting on us having lunch? Its 11.45” She asked incredulously.
"You'd be surprised", the waitress joked before disappearing off to the kitchen again.
“Hey if they want to pay for drinks we already ordered, im ok with that” Lilli responded, waving a hand back at the two gentlemen.
“This isn’t some kind of sex cruise you’ve booked us on little sis is it?” Barbara asked, her tone indicating she wasn’t serious.
“Like you’d care” Sasha muttered with her mouth half full of burger.
Over the next hour the girls finished their meals and picked their day trip for tomorrow morning. They would be sailing overnight to the Italian coast where they would take a bus trip up into the Alps for a spot of lunch in some market town. The weather looked nice but it was the photo of a furry cow that made Lilli somehow convince everyone else that they wanted to go and see them.
After quickly changing into some swimsuits the group made their way to the swimming pool complex on the top deck. Thankfully it was massive, with three large pools making up the main section it meant that despite what seemed like half the cruise having the same idea, it spread them out enough to give everyone room to relax. Random tiki hut cocktail bars were also found at each site and while still early in the afternoon most people could be seen lazily bobbing on the water with a drink of some sort in their hand.
Janet was currently laying on one of the nearby deck chairs reading a book and enjoying the sun. Despite it still being a little colder than most would like, the weather was still good with not a single cloud in the sky above her. Next to her Lilli was sketching the scene using Barbara and Sasha as her muses, both lounging in the shallow end of the pool a little away from her. Although as she always did she had taken her artistic liberties, exchanging the cruise ship with the surface of an alien plant. Her subjects currently enjoying a hot spring on Mars, with its duel moons above them. Although as she looked up she could see her beautiful vista had been ruined by a couple of unwanted visitors. Two guys had seemingly taken a fancy to her sister and Sasha, and while she had nothing against them hooking up she had hoped this would just be a trip for the 4 of them.
“Hello ladies, what can we get you to drink?” The front one asked
Barbara and Sasha took a moment looking at each other they both raised their eyebrows, a signal they had established to mean neither were interested but both thought they could have little fun with them.
“Sure, two margaritas’ please” Barbara said sweetly
“Great we will be right back” the guys said before quickly turning and heading to the bar, high fiving themselves when they thought they were out of sight.
“Ok, so usual plan?” Barbara quickly asked turning to Sasha.
“Yeah, they look like jocky Chad’s to me, so Lesbian lovers run away from their boyfriend routine?”
“And scene” Barbara laughed, moving a hand in front of her face to show a now serious game face.
Shortly the two guys returned with a pair of margarita’s. It seemed while at the bar the two had decided which one they wanted, now sitting on either side of them. The tall blonde muscular dude going for Sasha while the dark haired but more toned guy sat on the deckchair next to Barbara. Despite his sunglasses it was clear he couldn’t keep his eyes off her sizeable chest, although she wasn’t sure he was even trying.
“So what are your names” He asked
“Im Barbara and this is Sasha, thank you for the drinks” she said taking a sip as sensually through the straw as possible.
“Are you girls here alone?”
“No we are together”
“Like together together, or like just on holiday together?”
“Together together” Sasha added planting her lips around Barbara’s
It would have taken Barbara and Lili who was watching by surprise if they hadn’t done this routine a dozen or more times in their company.
“Sorry guys” she said shrugging
“I mean…that doesn’t mean anything, you haven’t had me ye…”
“Beat it brad!” came a shout from nearby that did take them by surprise. But by the look on the guy's face trying to chat Barbara up, he knew the angry woman matching towards them.
“Come on Cath” he started
“Fuck off, before I wedge those sunglasses so far up…”
“Okay, okay…geeze.” And with that the guys left, their advances seemingly defeated by the new woman.
“Sorry about that, but you don’t want to get involved with them.” The brunette said
“That’s my friend Eva’s Ex” she said pointing to a tall brunette who was currently flipping off the pair as they left from across the pool”
“They were supposed to come on this cruise together, but he cheated on her and cheekily kept his ticket for this.”
“I…uhhh ok thanks for the heads up” Barbara responded, still a little confused over what had just happened.
“Sorry, im Cath” she said holding out her hand to shake “I can get a bit protective, but those guys are just dicks of the highest order. Trust me you can do way better.” she said turning and walking back towards her friend.
As the woman walked back to her friend, Sasha and Barbara couldn’t help but laugh, clinking their free drinks together the pair went back to relaxing
“Brad, so we were only one letter off” Barbara joked sipping her drink.
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Hey guys, I hope you enjoyed the start to this next story of mine. Sorry there wasn't any Omo content in this chapter, but hopefully it set the scene for the rest of the story and peaked some of your guys interest.
As always feedback good or bad is always appreciated!
Also feel free to ask any questions you might have. |
Chapter 2: New friends
As the four of them sat lazily enjoying the first hours of their holiday the time passed quickly, but now the sun had moved towards the horizon and the temperature was dropping. Soon the four of them were hungry, returning to their cabins to change before going out for the night. Closing the door to her cabin Lili laid on her bed once again, the day of swimming and sunning themselves by the pool had been surprisingly tiring. The first thing she knew of falling asleep was being woken by a knock in the door.
They are going to kill me she thought to herself.
Opening the door she was greeted by the others, now all glammed up for an evening of fun. Her sister had changed from her swimsuit into an almost equally revealing long black dress, with a transparent netting showing off her ample cleavage. The others had gone a little less asset heavy, Sasha had put on a light blue romper with a purple ribbon tying her hair up, while Janet had gone with a simple pastel shirt and black skirt combo.
“Ill be one minute”
Patting her bed hair down Lilli ducked back into the room for a moment, throwing on a bronze coloured strapless dress. It was a little tighter than she wanted, but it showed off her body quite well. It also happened to be at the top of her suitcase. “Okay, im ready” she said rushing back out and locking her room behind her. Now all together the group made their way to a bar they had spotted earlier.
Looking around the place was packed with people, despite it still being early in the evening it seemed a lot of people had the same idea as them. Finding a large booth table near the entrance they perused the menu, deciding to go with a number of the platters to share between them.
“Are we sure this is a good idea?” Lilli asked, reading the deal again
“What do you mean, if you want to order something for yourself im sure we can manage” said Barbara
“No, its just each of the platters comes with a pitcher.”
“So?”
“Well, that’s a lot to drink between us and we still need to try and win no peeing thing”
“Crap, I had forgotten about that. But I mean we don’t have to drink it all, its worth the price for just the food. But if you are worried about it, you don’t have to have any” Barbara said, trying to reassure her sister.
“Yeah I think I might skip them too” Janet said. Despite only having a little to drink through the day she could defiantly feel a slight need to pee. It wasn’t her aim to win this for the group, but if every person who lasted until the morning got £200 she was going to try her hardest to make it. Although by her account that would make it almost 20 hours since her last pee and she was wondering if it was even possible for her?
“Okay, well I guess me and Sasha will just order what we want in them then” Barbara said with a smile on her face, clearly unphased by the others worrying about their bladders.
It was almost an hour before the platters arrived, the kitchen being extra busy with the amount of people on board. The four platters and pitchers were placed on the table, accompanied by an amazing smell that made it well worth the wait. Picking over the food they laughed and joked, talking about memories from school and what they had been up to recently. Despite the fact they had all kept up with one another while at university, there was more than enough new tales to keep them entertained. But as the last morsels of food were snapped up and the first of the pitchers drained the topic came back to the competition they were still in.
“So, do you think we have a chance of winning this thing then?” Lilli asked, sipping on a glass of lemonade. It hadn’t been her plan to drink but the salty batter of the bar food had made her thirsty, even Janet had poured herself a glass that she was slowly drinking.
“I mean with big bladder over here” Sasha said, jabbing a finger into Barbara’s belly who swatted it away. “But I know what you mean, I really had thought this would be easier. But look around, I can barely see any black dots on people hands can you?”
None of them had really thought about it, but now that Sasha had mentioned it only a handful of people seemed to have given up on the prize. Although as they looked around the signs of increasing desperation were everywhere. Crossed legs, red faces and grabbed crotches had become a common sight, giving them at least some comfort that none of them were at that level already.
“True, but half of these people don’t look like they will make it much longer.” Lili said.
Almost on Que a young blonde girl several tables over let out a squeal catching their attention, turning they saw the woman stand and sprint red face out of the bar, a faint trail of glistening wetness on her stockings easily visible. The others on her table began laughing loudly at their friends antics.
“See what I mean”
“True, I don’t think we have anything to worry about and hey, lets just enjoy the cruise shall we. There is no point getting it for free if we don’t even enjoy ourselves.”
The others nodded in agreement with Barbara’s sentiment.
“So its sorted, no more competition talk, lets just do our best and enjoy ourselves” Sasha said resolutely. Holding up a battered shrimp to cheers with and making the others laugh.
With that the topic returned to the time 14 year old Lilli tried to impress a boy by jumping a wire fence, only for her foot to get caught and she ended up face planting on the other side. The ride to the hospital with the boys mum as she tried to act cool despite the broken nose was not the outcome she had wanted. But at least it made a good story, for the others.
“Hey”
“Hey!”
“Over here”
Turning around the Janet could see a woman waving at them.
“Do any of you know her?” she asked pointing out a woman at the entrance. The tall brunette could have given Barbara a run for her money in display of cleavage, a tight green pencil dress displaying her hour glass body to full effect. While she may not have described herself as a slim woman, the extra curves only seemed to amplify the effect and there was no denying her beauty.
“Oh its the girls from the pool, I think her name was Cath?” Sasha answered, waving back. “I think they are asking if they can sit with us”
“Uh…yeah sure, I mean if you guys are ok with it?” Barbara asked. With the others shrugging having not spoken to them, Sasha waved them over.
“Hey, thanks so much for letting us join you. This place is packed and they were telling us we would have to come back later.”
“Sure, no problem” Sasha said as the four of them scotched up a bit into their booth to give the new girls some room.
“I don’t think I introduced myself last time, Im Barbara, this is my sister Lili and our friends Sasha and Janet” she said indicating to them in turn.
“Nice to meet you all” Cath said as the others slid onto the bench.
“Im Cathleen, or Cath. It’s a bit less olden timey, you wouldn’t believe the number of people who when I write my name on something expect a 70 year old woman to turn up.”
“Finally, someone who knows the struggle” Janet said enthusiastically.
“What and Barbara isn’t?”
“I mean it’s a bit less old sounding, plus there were three Barbara’s in our school so it cant be that unusual. How many Janet’s have you met?”
“I mean our nan’s neighbour is called Janet” Lilli chimed in.
“And how old is she?”
“87”
“Exactly”
“I love the name Janet, I think it’s a great name. Very pretty.” One of the new girls joined in.
“Well, seems like someone has found their own fan club” Sasha joked, enjoying Janet’s face going slightly red.
“Im Nikki" the blonde woman next along introduced herself. Her deep blue eyes matching the blue playsuit she was wearing. Its high crotch seam making her thin long legs look even longer as she crossed them under the table. “These two lovely ladies are Amy and Kirsty.” She said gesturing to the next two ladies, both dark haired brunettes whose skin tone suggested a mix race of some sort. Their smooth slightly darker skin tone giving off a faint exotic vibe, perhaps south American.“And finally I think you already met Eva at the pool?”
“I don’t think we formally met, although I enjoyed the show” Sasha joked. Sitting directly opposite she was also currently wondering why any man would dump the her. Eva's light brown hair giving way to blonde tips as the waves of it flowed over her ample chest. Her large green eyes sparkling brightly as she bit her luscious bottom lip playfully, aware what Sasha was referring to. Her beauty had Sasha lost for a moment, while technically not into girls she couldn’t help but think she might have found the exception to that rule.
“Sorry about that” Eva said.
And she is Italian, Sasha thought, picking up on the faint accent.
“So how do you guys know each other?” Lilli asked.
“We work together” Nikki said
“Wow that must be some workplace, I bet the men don’t get any work done with all you around!” Sasha joked, accidentally locking eyes with Eva who smiled back.
“Hahahaha, well I hope they do. We are all air stewardesses” Cath answered still laughing.
“Well that explains that” Barbara said
“What?”
“I mean look at you, five gorgeous women travelling together, although why are you on a cruise. Don’t you get free miles or something at work?”
“Yeah, but we all decided we were fed up with air travel. Its just such a pain in the ass.” Cath replied.
“Plus it always feels like we spend 2 days of our holidays at work, its hard to turn off on a plane after you do this job.” Kirsty said.
“The amount of times I almost start handing out peanuts or something makes me realise I’ve been doing this job too long” Cath said fiddling with a napkin. “Do you mind if I have a glass, my throat is really dry” she said gesturing to the pitchers still on the table. “I’ll get you another one later to pay for it?”
“No its ok, we are done so help yourself girls” Barbara gestured to the pitchers.
“Really, well it looks like we hit the jackpot with you guys, beautiful and generous!” Cathleen said before grabbing some spare glasses and pouring each of the new women a drink.
It turned out that the two groups had a lot in common, the small talk revealing they were all similar ages and were all university graduates. Despite the fact that none of them were currently in a profession that was remotely linked to the degrees they all held. Cathleen had even gone to the same university as Lilli, although almost a decade before. A fact that the girls found so hard to believe given her youthful complexion, she had to show them her ID to get them to stop asking questions, although they still found it hard to believe she was 34 and single. Janet had also noticed that she was quite the drinker, pounding back glass after glass from the pitchers as she joined in with the others stories. A fact that she was sure Cath would regret, although there was actually no indication they were even taking part in the contest. Maybe they were just here to have a cruise. For her part, the last pint of lemonade had definitely started making its way through her system. She could now feel a constant fullness in her lower stomach which was starting to worry her.
“Hey, I think those guys are checking us out” Amy pointed out prompting half the others to turn and look at them.
“Don’t…oh my god, have you never heard to playing it coy?”
“Coy, like the carp? Why would we play it like a carp?” Eva asked making the others laugh.
“No, like play it cool” Lilli responded, “although I hand’t thought about why it’s a saying.”
“Oh shit, one of them is coming over.” Kirsty said looking down at the table.
“Uhh… hi. Sorry, I…We were wondering if you guys would like a drink?...on us?” The nervous looking young man asked.
“I think we are ok, but tha..” A swift kick to the shin stopped Barbara in her tracks.
Looking over she could see Cath nod in the direction of Eva. A little confused of why, she understood the message.
“I mean we would love some, that’s very kind of you and your friends.”
A beaming smile spread across his face as he sort of bounced in happiness. “Awesome, im Mat by the way” he added. “What can I get you all?”
“Vodka lemonade?” Sasha suggested, the rest of the group agreeing.
“Great, that’s easy. I will get these to you right away.” Mat said walking away at some speed. As he reached his table a number of pats on the back clearly showed he had done his job, before the rest of the table quickly pushed him towards the bar to order the drinks. Leaning close to Cath Barbara motioned for her to move closer as the others chatted away.
“What was the kick for?”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to do it hard. Is your leg ok?”
“What yeah its fine, just confused about why we took those drinks?”
“Oh, we just want to get Eva out of her slump since being dumped. You know, show her there are still good guys out there.”
“Ah ok” Barbara said, touching a finger to her nose knowingly. “But how do you know those are good guys?”
Cath laughed “Did you see how nervous he was, trust me while confidence is hot, its much harder to work out if its confidence or overconfidence which is not hot. Nervous guys are way easier to read and those guys seem harmless enough. I doubt she will find Mr. right but they could be fun” Barbara had to admit it made a lot of sense, even from her own experiences.
Shortly a tray of drinks arrived, the girls clinking their glasses together in celebration of their new found friendship.
“Ooof, I think im going to have to visit the little girls room soon” Kirsty said, a hand gently rubbing her flat stomach.
“Already!” Nikki joked.
“What, I know I can’t compete with the likes of you guys, but I’ve not gone since this morning which is more than most people manage.” She shot back, the remark clearly hitting a tender note.
“You say that, I don’t see a single Black mark on our new friends” Nikki said gently turning over Sasha’s hand. “Maybe we will have some competition after all!"
“Well great, you have found new bladder buddies. But this bladder has to go, so I will be right back”
As Janet watched Kirsty stiffly walk in the direction of the ladies room she wondered if she should follow. This new pint would likely put her over the edge of what she could comfortably hold, going now might help her avoid any discomfort. Since her last glass the weight in her bladder had increased substantially, but she wasn’t desperate yet.
Watching as the other ladies drank she was aware that none of them were showing any real desperation either. An increasing number of those in the room around them now sported a black mark on their hand, having failed to last a full day. As the chat continued and a relieved looking Kirsty returned she was happy to see another competitor had fallen. Yet the others around her all seemed calm and composed, but thinking about it she hadn't seen any real signs of desperation from Kirsty either, maybe these girls were just good at hiding it. However, despite noticing the crossed legs of Nikki earlier she now sat calmly with them apart, even Cath who had drunk several glasses from the pitchers didn’t show any evidence of even the slightest need. She wondered just how much they could hold and could they beat her friends.
“Hey I think those guys over there are asking if we want another round?” Cath interrupted.
“I…yeah, can do?” Barbara said. With no quick objections Cath raised a thumb at the excited table of young men.
But just the knowledge of another pint coming her way made Janet’s feet start to twitch under the table, most of the last pint was still flowing through her system and yet to reach her bladder.
“I don’t know if I can guys, im starting to feel a little full” She said, her face flushing a little as she admitted her need in front of people who were strangers a couple of hours ago.
“Thank you, someone else with a normal bladder” Kirsty pointed out.
“If you need to go im sure you can keep your drink if you wait long enough for it to arrive?” Lilli suggested
“No, its not that bad. I can hold it for a while longer, but I really wanted to hold it until tomorrow morning. You know, get that free credit prize they talked about. But that’s still like 10 hours away.”
“Is it really that late? were we still thinking of going dancing tonight?” Eva asked, checking out her phone.
“Yeah totally, and now you point it out we should probably get a move on.” Nikki responded. “You guys want to join us?”
“I don’t know” Barbara said looking at the others.
“I don’t really dance” Janet said. “Me either” came lilli “And I had a long journey so I wouldn’t mind an early night” Sasha added.
“Boooo, you guys are lame” Amy added “Should we invite those guys?” she said nodding in the direction of the table of guys.
“Yeah sure.” Eva added, surprising Cath who was happy to see her open to it.
“Well, looks like we are out of here. It was lovely to meet yo.."
Cath was interupted by another cry from a few tables away
"Oh my god Martha, you'r totally peeing yourself" a woman yelled in surprise.
Looking over they could see a middle aged woman still sat at her table, a flood of pee shooting out from between her legs and flowing off the leather bench she was sitting on. Face in her hands they could hear the liquid splattering noisily on the wooden flooring as it seemed another person lost control of their bladder. Luckily for the woman wetting herself it seemed that the metallic silver dress she was wearing was escaping too much damage as her stream slowly came to an end, her matching silver heels not so lucky.
"I..uh... like I was saying it was lovely to meet you all.” Cath said as the five women slid out of the booth.
Turning their attention away from the woman a few tables over the others bid Cath's group farewell, but they were sure they would run into them again at some point.
Spreading out again they couldn’t help but laugh at the scene In front of them. The guys on the table scrambling to grab their things after being asked to go out dancing, clearly something they were not expecting.
“They were nice” Janet broke the silence that had for some reason formed after the group split.
“Yeah, if not a little intense” Lilli laughed.
“Here are your drinks guys” A waitress said putting a new tray of glasses on the table.
“Thank yo… sorry, the others have just left there should only be 4?” Lilli said, confused by the number of drinks.
“Oh sorry….I…uh the guys over there paid for them with these.” She said holding up the free drink cards. “They only put a table number down though so if you want to forfeit I can stamp one of your passes.”
“No no, we’ll take them” Sasha said before anyone could even think about giving in.
The four of them now sat staring at the 9 glasses in front of them. They knew what it would likely mean for their chances of winning the bladder buster, but at the same time they were now responsible for drinking them.
“I really don’t think I can handle any more guys” Janet pleaded
“Yeah im starting to get full too” Sasha added.
“Its ok Janet I don’t mind taking your extra drinks, if you just want the one” Barbara kindly offered.
“Yeah I can probably manage one, especially for 200 bucks.” Janet said, slightly happier knowing it was just the single extra drink. Although she was starting to build up a sweat, the hot room and alcohol combining to make her uncomfortable.
“Do you think you could manage another one for me” Lili asked Barbara, putting on her best puppy dog face. She too felt the need to pee, although it was minimal at this point. She was simply thinking ahead, if she could last until the day after tomorrow that would be 400 Euros that she would have made. Together with her sister that would more or less pay for one of their tickets even if they didn’t win. She couldn't help but be slightly jealous of her sisters holding powers, lasting long journeys without needing to use the sometimes disgusting service station toilets. But having seen her holding abilities on many occasions she was sure her sister could take the extra pressure, with all their rivals seemingly giving in to the need to pee.
“Well I suppose I could, but that puts me at 5 pints guys. Im not sure this is a good idea if we want to win.”
“You can handle it Barb, just pretend your at a bar trying to beat a hot guy at beer pong or something” Sasha said, grabbing her own two drinks. Despite her own bladder feeling full she knew that it was pretty strong too, although this would defiantly push it to its boundaries.
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As Barbara put the final now empty glass down on the table a couple of hours later she stifled a burp. A heavy weight now present in her bloated stomach from all the liquid she had drunk during the day, her bladder still felt reasonably empty but that would soon change. But as much discomfort came her way she knew she had a job to do, she had to help her friends and sister win this contest. She had drunk more than this on a night out, but never with the aim of holding it longer than whenever she got home. On occasion she had woken up after a night of drinking the following afternoon desperate to pee, almost leaking, but she always made it to the toilet dry. This time would be no different she told herself.
Janet on the other hand was not so sure on her holding abilities, caught between desperately running to the toilet and holding on for the money. Despite sipping it slowly the last drink had made its way to her ever filling bladder, the tightness of her elasticated skirt increasing slightly. Crossing her legs was now almost a necessity as her fidgeting increased, trying not to be to obvious she was relieved to see Sasha starting to exhibit the same body language. Perhaps if she could last until the morning, the pair of them could go to the toilets together and neither would technically be the first to let their friends down.
The last few drinks had really snuck up on Sasha, maybe it was the alcohol or the company but she was kicking herself for drinking them so quickly. She hadn’t even thought about it at the time, her attention fully in the conversation just like any other night out. She could also feel the impact of the alcohol starting to get to her, she hadn’t realised it but she had drunk quite a lot during the day and she felt a definite buzz. Maybe it was just the long day getting to her.
“Hey, guys its almost 11, I think im going to call it a night. I want to get a good nights sleep before our trip tomorrow morning” Sasha said, stretching her arms out she suddenly felt a spasm from her bladder….not a good sign.
“Yeah that sounds like a good idea” Janet added, hoping that a good nights sleep would even out her discomfort and need to pee. Although she was slightly worried about the morning. Standing Sasha went light headed, needing to use a hand on the table to steady herself. Although it was Barbara who let out a slight groan as she stood, a hand on her full stomach. Walking towards their rooms the group continued chatting about the days events, before saying their goodnights and walking into their rooms for a hopeful night of restful sleep.
Immediately discarding her clothes across the floor, now standing naked in her room Barbara gently cupped her bloated stomach, inspecting it she pressed slightly. “You better be gone by the morning” she joked at her beer belly bulge. Slowly laying in her bed she could feel the mass of liquid shift inside her, making her move a hand to her stomach and begin gently rubbing it to sooth the discomfort she was feeling. Soon she drifted off into a peaceful nights sleep.
While most of the girls managed to fall into an alcohol induced slumber, Sasha was not so lucky. The pulses of her over filled bladder combined with the spinning room made her feel slightly nauseous. Unaware of how long she had been led there, she adjusted herself slowly, feeling her stomach shifting. Part of her thought about getting a glass of water to see if that would help, but another pulse from her bladder told her that would be a bad idea. Lying on her side she crossed her legs and placed a hand gently between her legs.
The long silence of the night was broken as uneven footsteps made their way down the corridor, before something or someone seemed to walk into the wall next to her room.
“Ssshhh, you have to be quiet” she heard an unknown man say, the only response seemed to be drunk giggling from the woman who was accompanying him.
Oh please, don’t do what I think you are going to do, Sasha thought as she head the lock turn and door of the room next to her open.
Sure enough the sound of a squeaky bed soon filled her room. groaning in annoyance she started to wonder if she was going to get any sleep, could this night get any worse?
“Oh god your so tight”
"Jeeesus!" Sasha muttered out loud, putting her arms around her pillow and pressing it against her ears, but still she could hear the randy couple next door.
“Oh yeah, you love it when im so full” Said a feminine voice, a sense of worry detectable as she faltered while speaking.
Their moans and groans continued for another minute before she heard the woman cry out.
“NO, no, no im going to burst If you press like that”
“Please, I cant, I cant…. You have to Stop!”
But it seemed like her desperate plea’s had the opposite effect as a loud manly grunt filled Sasha's ungrateful ears.
“Shit, shit, shit” She heard the woman squeak before the door of the room next to her smashed open and frantic footsteps raced down the hall way.
Sasha breathed a sigh of relief and somehow now grateful for the silence, even the uneasy Sasha dozed off.
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Thank you all for the kind comments, I hope you enjoy this chapter!
Still no real Omo from the group but hopefully the goings on, on the ship are enough to keep people interested. The desperation should start to increase from here on out as the girls and everyone else on the ship start to struggle.
Also, this one was a little quicker between chapters as I had almost finished this by the time I posted the first chapter. Guessing from here on out it will be more likely to be a week between each chapter. |
Chapter 3: The early bird gets to pee
Janet was the first to wake, opening her eyes groggily she instantly threw both her hands between her legs and clenched her muscles, her waking body suddenly remembering where it was and what had happened yesterday. Overnight her bladder had filled and now she felt like she was on the verge of wetting herself as she laid there, faint pulses in her full bladder caused her muscles to spasm slightly. Letting out a quiet groan she gripped herself harder, using her hands to help the muscles that didn’t seem awake yet. After taking a few moments to gain some composure she grabbed her phone with one hand to check the time, 7.51am. Feeling the urgency in her bladder slightly lowering, she was glad she only had about an hour to wait.
Standing gingerly she got dressed, choosing not to go with anything that would cause her to bend over. Slipping a summery dress on over her head and grabbing some sandals she decided she would walk the ship a little before heading to the pass check early. Feeling her bladder contract she winced, squeezing herself under her dress she contemplating giving in and finding the toilet, but she was too close to give up now.
Opening her phone she messaged her friends. “Don’t wait for me, I'm going to go over now so I can visit the toilets straight away afterwards.” Pausing for a second to consider if that was too much information to share. She hated talking about this sort of thing but everyone knew she already needed to pee.
After walking around for a while and getting a couple of odd looks from the staff at the stalls she passed a fourth time, Janet made her way to the main hall. Walking had helped her hold but she was starting to feel the same ache she had felt first thing this morning. If there was anyway she could get checked early she could save herself a lot of trouble, trouble that was fast approaching her as she tried not to hold herself in public.
Walking into the room she was relieved to see no line In front of her, although a rope barrier was still across the main desk with a sign clearly stating that the desk opened at 9 and not a moment earlier. With 11 minutes to go she took her place at the front, trying to resist the urge to press her hands ashamedly into her crotch. But as the minutes passed she was getting closer and closer to succumbing to the mounting pressure inside her. She wasn’t sure where this extra liquid was coming from having not drunk anything since last night, but her bladder felt even fuller than it did when she woke. A light sweat gathering on her face as she pursed her lips, a little bit of panic starting to creep in again, she couldn't wet herself, she just couldn't.
As Janet stood their waiting, a set of fast approaching padding footsteps approached from behind, clearly in a hurry. Turning around she could see a young auburn haired woman shuffling towards her at the stand with both hands between her legs.
“Please, please you have to let me go first” the woman begged, tears gathering in the corner of her pleading eyes. Despite her own desperation it was clear the woman had even less time before the call of nature won over her bodily control.
“yeah sure” Janet said taking a step back, how long could not stamping her boarding pass take?
Stepping forward the young woman clutched her boarding pass,
“Hi, im…im her to show my pass” She stammered, her legs tightly crossed as she bobbed up and down on the spot. The extent of her desperation was easy for all to see.
“Im sorry, we still aren’t open for another 7 minutes”
“Please, you don’t understand. I cant wait”
“Im afraid you are going to have to try if you want the prize” he said, a clear lack of compassion on his face.
“I….I…” The woman trailed off
Jannet could see it was already too late for her, the crotch of her black leggings glistened for a moment before a river of pee exploded between her tightly clenched legs. The liquid quickly raced down her legs, saturating the thin material and pouring off her legs onto her bare feet and the carpet below. The quiet accident unfolding in front of her did nothing for Janet’s own desperation as she took a step back away from the expanding puddle that was forming next of her.
20 seconds later the steam of clear liquid came to a hault. “Im sorry, I just couldn’t hold it any longer” the woman said to the man still standing behind the stall as if nothing at all was going on. “Can I see your pass please” He asked, as the woman handed the slightly crumpled card to him. Leaning below the counter he pulled out a stamp like the one she had seen in the demonstration, inking it he stamped the barefoot woman’s papers as void. Tears forming in her eyes once again she accepted the papers and slowly walked back the way she had come, leaving wet footprints as she went.
Gripping herself through her loose dress Janet crossed her legs tightly, having just witnessed an accident first hand, her own felt so much closer. Tensing her muscles rhythmically she could feel the heavy weight in her bladder weakening her control. Now bouncing gently on the spot she regretted not putting a bra, she was sure anyone watching would be able to tell and hated putting on such a display as her breasts gently bounced unrestrained. Her face started to burn red, but as embarrassing as this was she needed to keep moving or she wasn’t going to make it. Closing her eyes she tried to focus on her muscles, helping them stay in control.
“Ok miss, we are open if you have your pass.”
Janet had closed her eyes, bouncing on the spot in her own desperate world she had been unaware of time passing and also of the Que of desperate looking people behind her.
“I uh, yes sorry” she said handing over the boarding pass which was closely examined by the man at the desk. Looking around she wondered if her friends were behind her, be she could see no signs of any of them. Although the amount of bobbing and pee dancing going on was making it difficult to be sure.
“It seems everything is in order, would you like credit or Euros?”
“Credit please”
“Ok, no problem. Here is your credit please enjoy the rest of your day”
Walking again made it somewhat easier to hold as she quickly left the main hall and headed to the ladies room. Each step bringing her closer to much needed relief, rounding the final corner she pushed the door to the ladies room open. In front of her was another desk, a middle aged woman in a simple uniform was currently stamping another woman's pass who had seemingly decided that her needs were too much to wait for the cash. A small wet spot on her jeans a clear indication she might have been right. Slowly the woman walked out of the toilets, seemingly having rushed into the toilet before having her card marked.
“Hi, can you mark my pass please” Janet asked quickly
“Of course lovely, may I see your card.”
“Yes, here it is” Janet said, trying to maintain her composure as her bladder now throbbed deeply within her. Being just feet from the toilets was doubling her desperation, this final hurdle almost too much for her. Dancing from foot to foot her eyes suddenly bulged as she felt a burst of wetness escape her tightly clenched muscles. A damp spot spreading across her satin white underwear before she could clench harder and stem the flow.
“Its okay love, just go and pee and ill give this back to you on your way out.” The kind woman at the desk said.
Janet didn’t need to be told twice, with her thighs still pressed together she stepped into the nearest cubicle. Closing the door quickly she was happy she had chosen a dress as in an instant she whipped her underwear down and sat on the toilet, a strong stream of pee burst out of her almost instantly. Hanging her head she enjoyed the relaxing feeling, proud of herself for having made it this far. It was by far the longest she had ever held, almost a full day! As she relaxed and the sound of her pee hitting the water filled the room she wondered how her friends were doing.
Meanwhile…
Sasha woke to the sound of a banging on her door.
“Sasha, you in there?” Barbara’s voice on the other side of the door asked.
Swinging her legs off the bed she jumped up, only to double over and end up on her knees with both hands between her legs.
“Holy shit” she moaned as her bladder got the better of her. A small bulge visible in her abdomen. the diuretic effects of the alcohol making her kidneys work overtime during the night and filling her up even more. Breathing heavily, she closed her eyes trying not to burst on the spot, but thankfully it seemed the it was just the sudden movement that had intensified her need.
“Yeah…im here, give me like 2 minutes.” She said her voice faltering slightly.
Slowly she stood with one hand supporting her bulging bladder, using the other for leverage on her bed. Now with one hand constantly between her legs she took off her night clothes and carefully got dressed for the day. Considering their plans she chose a pair of light green trail shorts and a tan coloured tank top, she finished up by tying her hair into a ponytail with the same purple ribbon she had worn last night. Thankfully it seemed her bladder had calmed a little, although it still demanded attention. Pressing her thighs together and giving herself another squeeze to reassure herself, Sasha opened the door to the others.
“Finally, you are getting as bad as Lilli”
“Hey” they both responded to Barbara’s insult.
“Where's Janet?” Sasha asked
“She went down early, I think she might have been struggling with her bladder, love her.” An end to a sentence that can often be condescending, but they knew it was meant with compassion.
“Yeah well I don’t think im far behind her if im honest” Sasha responded. “I think im going to get my money and then go pee before I wet myself”
With one hand firmly in her pocket Sasha led the girls to the main room, only for her heart to stop as she came across the line of about 20 people In front of her.
“Oh god, why do there have to be so many people on this boat.” She lamented out loud.
“It will be fine, its moving quickly.” Lilli tried to reassure her friend.
Now stepping from foot to foot Sasha tried to pee dance somewhat elegantly, if that was even possible. Her bladder ached terribly but the constant moving was helping her hold it, just as it had Janet earlier.
“Come on kitty you can do it.”
Turning around Sasha could see a petite woman walking towards the line, her hands clutching a heavily distended bladder that could have passed for at least a few months pregnant. Her small size and stature only amplifying her swollen bladders size as a pulse visibly shook her body.
“Im sorry, I cant hold it love” She said to the tall man next to her.
“Yes you can, its just a few moments more” He responded.
“Why did you make me drink those last drinks and how did I let you talk me into this” she whined, just managing the few steps to reach the back of the Que of two dozen people.
Sasha continued hopping from foot to foot, her own bladder cramping heavily inside her body as it tried to convince her to give up on the money and dash to the ladies. But she was determined to make it to the front of the Que, which to her annoyance was moving at a painfully slow rate. Each passenger in line was having their pass checked in every way possible to make sure no one was cheating, a fact that was making It more and more likely that some of the desperately dancing people in line wouldn’t make it. Another groan from the new arrival made her turn around, but it seemed she was somehow still containing her extremely full bladder.
Putting a hand back between her legs Sasha was counting the moments as they passed, but finally after almost 10 minutes she was next in line. The visibly desperate woman at the front handing over the pass with shaking hands and bobbing up and down rapidly. But it seemed all was in order and the woman sprinted in the directions of the ladies room, a few drops of liquid were slowly sinking into the carpet where she was once stood.
“Pass please” the man behind the counter said
“Here” Sasha said, almost fumbling it onto the floor. “Sorry”
“Its quite alright miss” Shining the pass under a light and brushing it with a finger he cross referenced it with the passenger log before handing it back.
“Credit or Euro’s?”
“Im sorry?” Sasha asked, her brain currently otherwise occupied.
“Do you want credit for the ship or Euro’s to spend while we are docked?”
“Oh…uh Euro’s please”
“Sure thing, here you go” he said handing her a small package of Euroes which she quickly handed off to Barbara.
“I’ve got to go!, can you hold on to these”
“Sure thing” Barbara answered, putting them in her purse as she handed over her own boarding pass. With her and Lili looking decidedly more composed than their red headed friend.
Rounding the corner to where the ladies room was Sasha’s heart dropped, in front of her was a line of what had to be three dozen women, not including those in the bathroom already. It seemed like every woman on the ship was currently waiting their turn, groaning loudly she pushed a hand hard against her crotch. Time passed slowly as the line refused to move an inch, her frustration and desperation rising equally.
“Come on, come on, come on.” She whispered to herself as she started to pace around in small circles. Still time passed and only two women had come out, but even from here she could see Que continued the other side of the door too, what was she going to do.
“Oh no…” Came a soft whimper from behind her.
The small woman had somehow made it through the line of checks and was now stood behind her. The look of anguish on her face clear to see as she tried to deal with the new revelation of having to wait in such a long line. Sasha could see the look of distress creeping across her face before the woman closed her eyes closed and a frown formed on her face.
Moments later a tear rolled down her tanned cheek and a torrent of pee burst forth from under her polka dot skirt. A thunderous torrent fell freely between her legs splattering nosily onto the ground beneath her. The woman’s face burned red as she failed to contain her bladder a moment longer, the gushing stream forming a growing puddle beneath her. Smaller rivulets snaked their way down her slender bare legs before flowing out of her darkening leather sandals, the woman letting out a final whimper as she completely gave up control and the loud hiss intensified.
“Fuck this” Sasha whispered to herself, unable to watch the poor woman's accident for fear of triggering her own. A number of similar sentiments were uttered by many of those in the Que as Sasha quickly left it to find her friends.
Back in the main hall the other 3 had all met up and were discussing their plans for the day. A look of slight tenseness on the faces of both sisters as they battled the morning temptation to give in like the rest of them and pee.
“Hey Sasha, feeling better?” Lilli asked
“No, there was a fucking huge line. No way I could wait that long. The first bus leaves in like 5 minutes can we please be on it so I can find somewhere to pee in town?” she said rapidly and with a sense of anger.
“I…Uh yeah sure. Have you got everything we can head over now?”
“Oh Thank you, thank you, thank you. I think so, but I don’t really care right now.”
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Asked Barbara, a look of genuine concern crossing her face as she watched her friend squirm in her shorts.
“I don’t have any other choice, even if all those women took 1 minute each, that’s like half an hour minimum.”
“Wow, that line was that big?” Janet asked, happy she had gotten in early. Although her newly changed underwear was a reminder of the fact that if there had been just 1 more person before herr she wouldn’t have made it.
“Yes, now can we get a move on.” Sasha said, marching towards the doors.
Thankfully the bus was already outside waiting, showing their passes to a member of staff they were forced to wait as a young woman brought up a handful of the strange looking belts from the first day. Barely able to stand still Sasha squirmed as the young woman placed one through the belt loops of her shorts, it seemed she was having some trouble with Sasha constantly shifting legs. A clear look of knowing on the staff members face as she started pulling it tight, hearing its mechanism click into position.
Now on the bus the four of them chose a set of seats just as much to Sasha’s relief the doors closed and it started pulling away. Her legs moving furiously under the seat she Knew she wouldn’t last long and just hoped there would be a bathroom close to where they stopped. Driving out of the port and towards the mountains in the distance a guide at the front started to point out various interesting things out of the windows, it helped to distract Sasha from her constant need to pee a little. A couple of rows in front she could see another pair of young women, clearly both desperate to pee as their legs bounced up and down. Sasha wondered if that was what she looked like right now,her legs shifting uncontrollably where she sat. The bumps in the road were pure agony, each pothole seemingly trying to break her defences and make her wet herself. But a short while later she heard the guide announce they were nearing their drop off point, "just a few minutes" she told herself, she could last that long.
Stepping off the bus the group found themselves in a busy rural Italian town, full of market stalls and local people walking around. The smells and colours coming from all the stalls were amazing, filled with ripe fruit and flowers.
“I need a toilet” Sasha gasped to the others, “Like now”
“I uhh ok, im sure there is a restaurant around here somewhere.” Janet replied, feeling sorry for her friend that hadn’t had the chance to pee like her. “why don’t we ask the bus guide?”
“Perfect!” Sasha said, walking back to the bus “Sorry, excuse me, would you know where there is a café or resurant around here?”
The guide turned around, another knowing look of having seen this a million times written across his face. “Im sorry, its market day so they wont be open this early. But if you go down that street and turn left there should be a local café with facilities you can use, if it helps the Italian for toilet is gabinetto.”
“Sorry, they are not open yet? But its gone half 10” Sasha said, trying not to get angry at him for the situation she had put herself in.
“Yes, but im afraid businesses in this town don’t open until around 12 because they are at the market, or just because they don’t expect much in the way of business with everyone else there.”
“Ok…sorry” She said, before walking slowly back to the group.
“What did he say?” Janet asked.
“He said im screwed basically. The market means things don’t open for another hour and a half”
“Do you think you can last that long?" asked Barbara
“Well, I guess its my only option” Although she didn't seem to sure of herself in that.
“Come on, im sure we can find something that is open” Barbara said, starting to walk into town.
An hour and several confused Italians later the group found themselves sat on a bench in town, Sasha was now beside herself in desperation. Unable to move she was currently sat with both hands buried deep in her crotch, legs crossed and bent forwards. She looked a mess, sweat covering her body and the ribbon in her hair coming undone, but she could focus on nothing but her need to pee. They had been unable to find anything that was open, and despite Barbara’s comments of peeing outside there was simply no time between the passing locals at market. Why was the universe against her, why did she have to leave the ship. It had now been way longer than it would have been If she waited in the Que.
Her bladder spasmed again, aching for release as her muscles did their best to keep her clothes dry. Bending over more she could feel the thin plastic belt digging into her and reminding her even more of her poor choices. Aware there was no way she would be making it till tomorrow without peeing she wasn’t even sure why she was wearing it in the first place. Her frustration getting the better of her she straightened up to the surprise of her friends, crossing her legs tighter she freed her hands to undo the belt.
“Come on, stupid thing” She said tugging at the belt that didn’t seem to want to come apart.
“Come on!” she almost shouted, fighting with the belt.
“Are you ok?” Lilli asked
“No, no im not OK. I really need to pee” she whimpered “And this stupid belt is digging into me and now I cant get it off, and the stupid place wont open so I can pee and im literally about to wet myself” A pair of tears rolled down her flushed face, the hopelessness of the situation getting to her.
“No, don’t say that, you will be ok. Lets see if I can help you with that” Lili tried to reassure her, moving over to try and help with the belt.
“How does this thing even work, we pull these tabs here” Pulling on the tabs didn’t achieve anything other than making Sasha grunt in discomfort as the force Jostled her bladder.
“Sorry” Lili said. “I don’t know why its not working” Peering closer at the belt she could see that some of the mechanism had gotten caught on a bit of the plastic belt which had somehow twisted inside the lock. “I think its stuck on itself”
“Oh great, just what I needed” Pressing her hands between her legs and bending over once again, Sasha's fate seemed sealed.
“Maybe the guy at the bus has something we can use. I mean its their fault if its broken”
“I…..I….I don’t know if I can make it even that far.”
“Come on, what have you got to loose, you cant pee with it on anyway.”
Slowly Sasha stood, her centre of gravity shifting again causing her bloated bladder to spasm inside her. Eyes wide in shock she felt her muscles quiver and the smallest of leaks escape her tormented bladder. She really didn’t have much time and now she knew it.
The walk back to the bus felt like a marathon to poor Sasha, who had to stop every now and then to make sure she didn’t loose it. She was on the very edges of control, but through the encouragement of her 3 friends she made it dry. Knocking on the bus Lilli woke the driver who had been napping, his cap over his eyes.
“Hi, how can I help?”
“Um…my friends belt seems to be stuck and she would like to ….remove it.”
“Oh…um, I can take a look. If its ok with you.” Getting a nod from Sasha he bent down to inspect the belt, which wasn’t easy with how much the young woman was moving.
“I…uh, It looks like one of the tabs was pulled without the other one? And its somehow got that side stuck in the wrong place. Im not sure what I can do though sorry.”
“I….hhuuh” Sasha groaned
“Have you got anything that we can cut it with? If its already broken it wont come off without something like that anyway” Barbara asked
“Um…” he thought for a moment before rushing through the bus to a small first aid box under one of the chairs. “I…..here we are” he said pulling out a pair of strange looking scissors. “These are made for bandages I think, but they might do the trick?”
“If I just…uhh…actually would one of you like to do it. It feels a bit odd me doing it.”
“Oh just give them here” Lilli said, grabbing them and sliding them under the belt of the still dancing Sasha. Catching the plastic material between the blades she pressed them shut, but unfortunately the thin plastic seemed to only warp slightly as the blades slid along its smooth surface. Trying a few more times she could see it wasn’t going to work.
“Have you got anything else?”
“Uhh…no im afraid I don’t”
“Oh god”. Sasha whimpered again, pressing her crotch even harder she fought the thought of just letting it all go and ending her suffering. It would be so easy to just let it out, but then she would still be stuck in her wet clothes, although she wasn’t sure that would be so bad right now.
“I….uh well im supposed to go back and pick up the next group soon. I could leave a little early and you could come back with me. See if you can get it sorted at the boat if you think you can…..make it that far…..I’ll be fast.”
“Hhuuuhh, yeah, yeah ill try” Sasha agreed. “You guys enjoy the town….ill try and not pee myself”
Boarding the bus she sat on the first seat by the door, trying to limit the time between getting on and off as much as possible. Her slightly damp underwear a reminder than every second would count. The ride itself was so much worse than it had been a couple of hours earlier, her now at capacity bladder almost breaking with each of the small bumps. A haze of desperation had descended onto her mind, unable to keep track of anything but her need to pee and the memories of everything she could have done to avoid this situation.
“We are almost there” the driver said.
Looking out of the window she could see the ship in the distance she was almost there! But as her concentration was broken by the new hope the bus hit a particularly big hole in the road. Being so close to the front also meant she was sat right above the wheel, meaning that the shock went strait through her and her poor bladder. Again she felt her muscles tremble as her bloated bladder sent a wave of pain through her abdomen, a burning heat now present int the pit of her stomach. A second larger leak escaped her control, saturating her cotton underwear and soaking through into her shorts. Her face burned with shame as she felt the wetness spread between her legs, but somehow she regained control. It was only a leak, despite everything going against her she was still in control.
Pulling up to the ship the diver opened the doors and she stepped out on unsteady feet. She must have looked a right state to the passengers waiting for the second trip.
“Hey Sasha, how’s it going”
Oh no, it was the other group from last night. They were waiting for the next bus. Her brain failed to come up with anything as she stood there for a few moments just staring at Cath and the others.
“I uhhh” She could see the looks of concern and confusion from the others. Her face burning even more as her legs started to tremble beneath her.
“They are over here” the driver said, sensing her embarrassment. “If you would like to board I will check you passes once you are on the bus” he said trying to split the two groups up and save Sasha from any more awkward encounters or outright humiliation.
“I…thanks” She said as the other group boarded the bus, excitement overcoming curiosity.
“No problem, ill take you to another member of staff and explain and they should be able to help you.”
The next 100 meters could have been a million for Sasha, the effort of not exploding on the spot taking its toll. Thankfully the driver had gone ahead and explained the situation, she could see a couple of members of staff walking towards her.
“Hi, so you are having a problem with your belt?”
“Yeah” Sasha said, trying to remain calm despite the situation. If this was her only chance to save her graces she didn’t want to confuse them or make it any worse than it already was.
“Ok, do you mind if I take a look at it?” The man asked.
“No, thats ok”
Crouching down he carefully inspected the belt, just like the driver. “Ah ok, I see what the issue is, its overlapped with the mechanism.”
“Can you cut it off or something, I really need to use the bathroom” Sasha said her legs starting to vibrate again.
“im afraid they were designed to be tamper proof so they are not easily cut. We do have something that can do it, but it might take some time to find it and im guessing you would rather get this off now?”
“Yes, I cant wait much longer, please.” She begged
“Ok, well we have seen this a few time, usually when people have tried to take it off and reassemble it themselves. We have found that pulling hard on both tabs can sometimes force it through the mechanism…but it will probably be uncomfortable” He said.
“Look, I don’t care I really just want this off so I can pee.” Another tear rolled down her face as she resumed full on pee dancing, her whole abdomen quivering as her tired muscles tried to remain clenched..
“Ok, so sue if you take that tab and pull on three?” he said to the other member of staff.
“You sure you are ready?” He asked Sasha
“Yes” Sasha said breathlessly, doing her best to keep more tears from her eyes.
“Ok then” he said putting his left hand on her leg for leverage he grabbed the tab of the belt in the other. “1….2…..3!”
The force of them pulling almost toppled Sasha over as she stumbled, the belt suddenly tight around her before falling free onto the floor. But it was too late.
Letting out a final whimper Sasha’s bladder burst into her green shorts. Her pee shooting out of her and down both of her legs at speed.
“Shit” the man shouted as his hand became covered in Sasha’s pee which was now flowing rapidly down her bare legs and over his hand that had been holding onto one of them. The light green shorts instantly darkened around her crotch, the wetness spreading to cover her backside before running down the back of legs as well, splattering nosily onto the ground from her calves. A small puddle formed as Sasha sobbed where she stood, she was 24 and currently peeing herself in Italy. She wanted to run off completely humiliated, but her legs seemed to be frozen on the spot. More and more pee pushed its way out of her tired body, it had gone without relief for more than a full day, not knowing if this was going to be a regular event it seemed intent on emptying itself quickly. Thirty seconds later her steam came to an end, the last drops falling into the large puddle that had formed on the sun baked concrete. Covering her face in shame she wanted to wake up in her room again, surely this had all been a nightmare, this couldn’t have happened for real.
A few more moments of silence passed, only the faint engine of the distant bus and sound of the waves could be heard.
“Um…im really really sorry.” The woman said, the first time she had spoken to her.
“Yeah, but if it makes you feel any better we see this sort of thing all the time.” The man said waiting a few moments before speaking again. “I don’t mean to add to the situation, but if you give us your pass I can stamp it here and then you can go and get…cleaned up if you want.”
Nodding and still not saying a word Sasha handed over her pass. Still stood at the centre of the puddle as it started to dry in the hot Italian sun. Getting her pass back she walked off still avoiding eye contact, trying to make her way to her room seeing as few people as possible. Her shorts were clearly wet and it would be obvious to anyone who saw her, but thankfully it seemed only a handful of people were walking around the ship Opening the door to her room she carefully took off her shoes and wet shorts, kicking them into the corner of her room. Tears started to well up as she began to sob at the situation, she couldn’t believe she had just done that, it had been years, decades since her last accident, this was humiliating. Jumping in the shower she let the warm wash away her tears and cleaned the pee from her legs.
Finishing up her longer than normal shower and getting dressed in some fresh jeans and t-shirt, Sasha decided she would take a walk. Perhaps a bit of retail therapy would help her get over the disastrous start to the day. As she left her room she could still feel a phantom wetness between her legs, even after changing she just couldn't shake the feeling.
Leaving her room she walked the decks of the ship freely, when suddenly she felt her flipflop step in something wet in the carpet. Looking around she realised she was also noticing more and more wet floor signs, what was going on? Walking towards the elevators she stepped inside, pressing the shopping floor's button she stood back.
“Please, hold the lift!” came a desperate shout.
Sticking her hand out she stopped the doors from closing as a tall skinny blonde all but sprinted into the lift.
“Thank you!”
“No pro…. Are you ok?” Sasha asked.
Since getting in the blonde had been walking in rapid small circles with two hands between her legs.
“Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. Yeah sorry, I really have to pee and the line on this floor was massive”
Suddenly it all made sense, just like her, it seemed that all the other people onboard were suffering a similar fate.
“Oh…..oh no” the girl cried.
A strong stream of clear pee flowed between her legs, falling straight from underneath her short denim skirt. Squatting quickly the girl pulled up her skirt to save it and Sasha couldn’t help but notice the girls white pants turn almost transparent as she pissed herself in the lift.
“Im sorry, im so sorry” She started to apologise profusely to Sasha
“No its ok, trust me I was in the same boat earlier” she said showing her the black mark on her hand.
Suddenly a loud ding announced their arrival at the next floor. Sasha saw the young woman still squatting throw a hand between her slender legs and stand, a small stream still flowing for a few seconds before being cut off. “Ok, I think I can make it. Sorry about that” the woman said before rushing off to find the toilet on this floor.
Carefully stepping out of the lift she was shocked to see the same thing on this floor, occasional darker areas of carpet, some suspiciously around potted plants. Dodging the puddles she made her way into the big shopping area, looking to find the makeup isle to get some new supplies for a make over, a sure way to to make herself feel better. Selecting a few pieces, a new shade of lipstick and some killer shades she paid for them with the mornings winnings and made her way back to her room.
Having now found the stairs she walked up them towards her room, passing the ladies room she could see a line of a dozen or more women still waiting outside the toilets. Another woman walking out red faced and avoiding eye contact, her torn jeans darkened down the inside of both legs, a clear sign she hand’t made it.
It seemed that Sasha wasn't the only one having trouble waiting today, it seemed the ship was full of people coming to the ends of their bladders abilities. While she could defiantly sympathise, it did give her some comfort to know she wasn’t the only one.
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Chapter 4: Upping the game
Lounging by the pool for the last few hours had totally removed any anxiety that Sasha had still felt from the mornings accident, in fact she felt strangely free and was now able to enjoy the cruise to its fullest. As time went on she had also witnessed a number of accidents as men and women lost the battle with their bladders. Clearly trying to be the one to win the free trip was a big incentive for people to push their bodies to their extremes, with many falling short of the desired outcome. A whistle from one of the other pools caught her attention, looking over she could see the life guard pointing to a young black hared girl. Even from this distance Sasha could see the clear water turning blue as a hidden chemical reacted with what she guessed was the girl urinating into the pool. A number of people quickly rushed out of the pool, trying to avoid the rapidly spreading pee as she peed into her bikini in the middle of the water.
It was strange how quickly you could get used to seeing someone wet themselves, a couple of days ago she couldn’t remember having seen one person do it and yet today that had to be the 10th that she had seen. Equally, she was sure seeing such events before would have grossed her out, but turning over in her chair Sasha didn’t give it a second thought, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. Checking the time on her phone to make sure she evenly tanned herself she noticed a number of missed messages in the group chat. The others were on the way back from the village and would soon back on the boat, followed by about 4 dozen photos of Lilli hugging cows. The final message was a plan to meet in Barbs room once they were all back aboard. Thankfully she noticed no one was asking her about what had happened, saving her a probably awkward conversation. Hopefully she and the others could all just forget about what happened and move on.
Finishing her last few minutes of tanning in the Italian sun Sasha walked back to her room, having a quick rinse in the shower to remove the suncream she got dressed and knocked on Barbara’s door. Walking in she could see the others must have had a productive day at market as bags of random things laid across the room.
“So, seems like you had fun” She said, the three others all sat on the large bed.
“Hey Sasha, oh my god the Cows were so fluffy!” Lilli said, her arms hugging an invisible cow.
“I meant the bags” Sasha laughed, pointing to the pile of stuff.
“Oh…yeah the market was alright”
“Don’t worry we didn’t forget you” Janet said, throwing a small package to Sasha.
“Aww you guys, you know you didn’t hav…..really.” Rummaged through the bag she found a large pair of scissors, a large label claiming they were sharp enough to cut through plastic.
“Yeah well, the thing is they can cut through plastic….but the packet is plastic, so you know you still need to find something else to open them with” Janet said, unable to stop a smile appearing on her face.
“We are only joking” Barbara said, throwing another package to the jokingly scowling Sasha.
Unwrapping the second she was much happier to see a number of handcrafted accessories including a new ribbon made of some sort of fabric.
“Its weaved out of the hair of the cows” Lilli said excitedly, “they even dye it in the town”
“Thanks guys” Sasha said, quickly tying her still drying hair up into her iconic ponytail.
“Oh and we met Cath and some of the others out there, they invited us to that bar with the pool tables and stuff if you wanted to join?” Barbara added.
“Yeah sounds fun”
The bar itself was pretty nice, far nicer than any of them had expected to see on a cruise like this. Black marble counter tops and gold inlay gave the place a real fancy vibe, while to the side there was an area full of traditional pub games, pool, darts and even a poker table. Pushing two of the tall tables together the 9 of them sat around passing stories from one group to the other. Currently they were talking about how Amy had once gotten on the wrong plane and no one seemed to notice until halfway through she got a call from the airline asking where she was.
“You would not believe how hard It is to get out of Dubai if you are not supposed to be there” she joked.
“Should we order some dinner, I am starving” Eva said at a break in the conversation.
“Yessss, me too” Sasha added a bit too enthusiastically.
“You guys want to share some platters?” Cath asked, browsing the menu
“We kind of did that yesterday, and I wouldn’t mind something a bit lighter than deep-fried chicken.” Barbara said, also aware of the pitchers of drink they were supplied with. Looking at their friends group she was surprised to see that it was still only Kirsty that had the black mark on their hand, they had all held it this long! Barbara herself was starting to feel a pressure in her bladder, the five pints last night had really filled her up and she was definitely at the point where she would find a toilet about now. It hadn’t worried her too much during the day as she had watched several people desperately dance around the market until the facilities opened. Combined with what Sasha said at the start of day about the line, part of her had assumed that the contest would be almost over by now. Yet as she sat opposite the group of confident women not a single one displayed any discomfort or desperation. Crossing her own legs Barbara was suddenly aware that if it came down to it, it would likely be just the people sat around this table that would be her competition. She would have to keep an eye on how much she and the others drink tonight.
“But, if you are after the platters they do a great 3 for 2 offer” Barbara said pointing to a deal on the opposite side of the menu.
“Perfect!” Cath said enthusiastically. “If we get what 6 platters between the 5 of us that should me more than enough right?” She said looking at the others who all seemed to agree.
“Now what about drinks?” Cath said
“Well, ac…” Barbara started when a kick to the shin stopped her in her tracks. Looking over she could see her sister motioning to her left hand, it seemed she wasn’t the only one keeping tracks on their chances of winning the contest. Although she was getting a bit fed up of people kicking her.
After pausing mid sentence Barbara had gotten a couple of strange looks in the second that passed, “Sorry, Pins and needles. I was going to say there is a cocktail menu if you want that?”
It seemed the others had bought her excuse, taking the menu out from the stand and beginning to plot their night of fruity delights. Now free from their need to keep their bladder contained the others joined in on the planning, which seemed to mainly be how many innuendo’s they could put together in an order.
“So who is ordering this?” Sasha asked, looking at the list of cocktails and blushing at just the thought of saying it.
“Not me” Janet said quickly.
“I will pay for who ever order’s its drink” Nikki said holding up a free drink voucher.
“I’ll take that deal” Cath said snatching the ticket and waving at a passing waitress. Unfortunately while she may have been fine saying it to a woman, the waitress walked over to the cash machine where she pointed the table of ladies out to a rather hansom looking man. Suddenly the usually confident Cath was having second thoughts about taking the deal.
“Hi guys, you ready to order?” he asked
“I, uh yeah”
The food was the easy part, listing off the platters and meals of the 4 others. Then came the drinks and while Barbara went for a single pint of lemonade the others had gone for something a little more adult.
“Are you serving cocktails?” She asked, hoping he would say no.
Checking his watch for a moment, he confirmed they were and so began the moment of truth.
“Ok, so can we get, a red headed slut, a Liquid Viagra, then bend over Shirly with a Leg spreader. A Tight snatch, a Sex on the beach with a Screaming orgasm and a Slippery nipple." She rattled off her face growing redder by the second, not used to this sort of embarrassment she didn’t think it could get much worse, that was until the waiter repeated the order and it just made it so much worse. Thankfully he soon left and the food arrived, alongside the 9 cocktails and 6 pitchers of soda. The tables barely large enough to fit all the food and drink, the four exchanged knowing looks as they watched their new friends picking up a pitcher each. It was surely more than enough to break even these big bladdered ladies, or so they hoped.
Yet as the time passed and the pitchers emptied , Barbara was in dismay to see just how little of an im-pact they seemed to have having. Even as they ordered their second round of drinks on top of the pitchers, their demeanour seemed unchanged. For her part she was still avoiding drinking too much, but even with just the single drink with their dinner meant her bladder had started to feel unpleasantly full. The occasional light contraction telling her it was nearing the stage that she would normally consider full.
“Mind if I grab another glass” Cath asked, leaning across the table for some of the remaining soda.
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Amy asked
“What, oh…you know me I can handle anything. This is nothing compared to that time we did the back to back flights to Australia with a night of drinking in-between. That must have been what 40 hours, I can hold a lot more than this.” she said confidently
As Barbara watched Cathleen calmly drink down another pint from her second pitcher she could feel her own bladder responding. How was this woman so calm and composed, she could easily see Caths bladder or stomach was now bulging out and must have been pressing against her tight red leather trousers something awful, it looked stretched to the max and yet she showed no indication of it. Barbara was really starting to wonder if she really had any chance of beating her or the others, they were just too strong. There was no way she could win and she was the groups last hope, she had to try but the inevitability of her own bladder giving out was rising by the second, the seven pints she had drunk since last night were really worrying her. But just as she was contemplating her own fate she noticed her sister shift slightly in her seat.
Lilli hadn’t pee’d yet! It was then that Barbara knew what she had to do, she had to protect her sister from the advances of the others as much as possible. If she could take the limelight away from Lili she might be able to use her remaining control to really put the pressure on the others.
“Hey guys how about we play a game?” Cath interrupted Barbaras train of thought, but gave her a great idea.
“Ok but lets make it interesting” Barbara said, placing her book of drinks on the table.
“So winner gets a free drink?” Nikki asked
“No, the loser”
“Wait what?”
“Look, we all know that its going to be one of us that wins the prize for the cruise. So, how about we make things interesting. Loser has to take a drink.”
“I don’t know, that’s a lot to gamble” Nikki said, aware of the consequences of failing
“I mean if you don’t think your bladders are strong enough to beat mine, I mean I have plenty of room to go yet” Barbara said patting her stomach. It was a lie, with just the shock waves from her patting having made her bladder pulse strongly. But it seemed to work, as Cath put her own drinks book on table
“Well, we will see about that. You’re on, name your game.”
“Darts, first to hit bullseye wins”
“Alright, fairly simple” Cath said, going up to the bar to get the darts for the board. Returning to the table she downed another pint while keeping eye contact with Barbara, the others could feel the fierce rivalry forming between the two.
Changing tables to be near the board the group threw their belongings under the bench, with most of them continuing to casually chat while keeping one eye on the game. It seemed Eva and Sasha were really hitting it off as Barbara looked over, the pair deep in conversation about something or other.
Stepping up to a black mark on the floor the two of them took turns tossing darts at the board. It seemed like a fairly even contest since neither of them got it immediately, but they weren’t too far off. As Barbara walked up for her fourth shot she was happy to see the dart fly true, striking the red centre of the board. Ripping a card from her book she handed it to Cath who quickly walked up to the empty bar. Walking back to the group she put her pint glass to her lips, again keeping unblinking eye contact with Barbara she chugged it back. A few drops of the lemonade spilling out the corner of her mouth and running down her ample chest. Slamming the now empty glass on the table she took up the darts again, keen to win. Two shots later she did, a nice throw that narrowly landed inside the centre of the board. This time it was Barbara’s turn, copying her adversarial she too chugged back another pint, all caution thrown to the wind as she focused on trying to fill up Cath to save her sister.
She wasn’t quite as fast as Cath, but she placed the empty drink on the table in no time. Picking up the darts she was keen to keep the contest going. 10 throws and one more pint each it seemed they were evenly matched. As Barbara began her second pint she couldn’t help but pause for a moment, the sheer volume of liquid entering her body so quickly taking its toll as she almost gagged.
“Struggling are we, hows that bladder feeling” Cath jested.
“Plenty of room, another pint down, Childs play.” Barbara responded breathlessly from chugging, feeling her stomach fill even further.
“Well how about we turn this up a notch, round the world but loser drinks the number of points they lose by?” Cath asked, a look of ruthlessness in her eyes.
Barbara hadn’t counted on that, she was ok at darts but this could destroy her with up to 20 pints on the line. Maybe if she could get the others in Cath's group to play she could knock them out at the same time as herself.
“Yeah sure, but what about you guys? Fancy making this fun?” she said, turning to the others of Cath's group.
“Sure thing” Niki said, “I look forward to watching you down pint after pint when I win.” She said confidently
One down two to go “What about you both, want to join in”
“I don’t know…” Eva started
“Yes they are both in” Cath stated, apparently giving neither of them an option.
Amazing, they were all in! If she won she might single handily win the contest for them right now. It had gone perfectly.
“What about you Lilli?” Cath asked.
Shit, Barbara’s eyes widened, no say no!. She tried to give her sister a covert signal but it didn’t seem to work as Lilli confidently strolled up to the group. “Sure sounds like fun, but no teams right? There are only two if us.”
“I guess” The others shrugged.
Barbara's mind was racing, maybe she could somehow get Lilli to leave, or... she needed to do something or her whole plan would fall apart.
“So, one dart each and it ends when someone hits every space on the board” Lili said more than asked. “With everyone drinking the number of spaces they had left, although we should make sure everyone has the same number of throws so its fair.” The others agreed and the game was on.
“Cards on the table ladies” Nikki said, bringing up her pack that was already missing a couple of pages. Likewise the others placed their free drink packs on the table.
“So were all in, no backing out from now on” Cath asked, double checking as the possible outcomes of the situation was now realised by everyone, but no one complained.
“Great, rock paper sissors to see who goes first?”
“Sounds good to me” Lilli added
After a quick match the order of throwers was determined, with a confident looking Cath throwing before and equally confident Lilli. Aiming at the number 20 the first dart was thrown, landing slightly to the right of the number. Next Lilli stood up to the black line marked on the floor to show the throwing distance. Pulling her hand back and concentrating on the board, she swiftly moved her hand forward carefully releasing the dart. Leaving her hand with a slight spin it arched up to the board before landing squarely in the triple 20. A smirk appeared on her face, she loved darts and was about to take these fools for a ride.
“What the fuck” Eva said, stunned.
“Come on, that’s not fair. You conned us” Nikki said, looking slightly angrily at Barbara.
Barbara herself was a little stunned, she knew that her sister was OK at darts but that was amazing.
“What the fuck was that Lilli” she asked, “ And hey I mean I didn’t ask her to join, plus im in the same boat with no teams”
“Hey, maybe it was luck…. maybe it wasn’t” Lilli said, her smirk turning into a broad smile. Although internally she hadn’t thought about the no teams affecting her sister. But having seen what Barbara was up to when the games started, she knew the plan. Or at least she thought she did.
Dart after dart was thrown into the board, despite taking an early lead Lili had gotten stuck on the number 17, down and right of the centre she kept putting her dart just too low or too central. It had allowed the others to catch up, with most just one or two points behind. Unknown to them Lilli was taking it easy, she had seen the nerves creeping across her sisters face and had even started to cross her legs. It was a sure sign that her big bladdered sister was starting to struggle and while she wanted to win, she didn’t want to make things to much worse for her. Luckily she was currently third, only two points behind.
As the halfway point was crossed it was Cath that had taken the lead, the brown haired beauty clearly starting to get her eye in. She nailed the last two shots back to back and that was a worry to Lilli, had she been taking it easy too? Feeling the weight of all the drinks yet to pass through her in her stomach, she knew she couldn’t take too many more risks. Plus, the earlier she ended this the sooner the others would falter. Stepping up she sank her next dart into the 17, as near to the edge as possible so that it looked like she had finally gotten it.
As the game entered its final stages it seemed many of them had gotten their eyes in as more and more of them started to sink their shots. But it was Lilli that was in a clear lead, with just one number to go. Standing she accepted the dart from Cath who had luckily missed her last couple of shots, approaching the line she closed her eyes. One more shot and it would be over, but what about her sister. Looking to the chalkboard next to the board she could see her sister was only at 14 points, that was six drinks! The others had all fallen back a bit too despite the recent run of points, giving herself a bit of a cushion in case anything happened. But she knew she could wait a bit more to help her sister, it was a dangerous game but probably worth it. Raising her hand she aimed just to the left of 5, the final wedge she needed. Throwing it hard she felt the faintest of brushes of the flight of the dart as it left her hand, to her dismay she could see it flying true. With a clunk the dart hit the Metal separator of the points but it had sunk into the board, the question was which side.
“Oooh that’s close” Sasha said, her conversation with Janet overcome by the tenseness they all felt towards what had originally started as a little game between new friends.
Walking up to the board and closely inspecting it Nikki let out a heavy sigh “That’s in, she has won”
“Oh god…” Eva moaned
“I just cant, there is no way I can do that many drinks” Amy said, a sad look on her face. Why did Cath talk her into this, she was having enough problems as it was.
“Yeah girrrl” Sasha said, high fiving the now guilty looking Lilli.
“Good game sis, shall we have our last throws and tally up then” Barbara said putting a hand on her sisters shoulder to show there were no hard feelings. In fact from Barbara's point of view this was almost perfect.
As the last round of darts were thrown Lili was happy to see Barbara make her throw meaning one less drink, while all the others missed theirs. Going first meant that Cath also didn’t get another shot so remained just as far behind. “So in first place we have Lilli. Second place goes jointly to Barbara and Cath being 5 short, Third is Eva just one point behind, meaning 6 drinks. Nikki you are next with 12 points or 8 drinks and finally Amy im afraid you managed just 9 points meaning 11 drinks.”
“I…..I…I..just cant drink that many” Amy said, a clear look of disappointment on her face..
“Im sorry, but rules are rules” Cath said, putting a hand on her shoulder.
“Well it seems a shame to waste free drinks but Im already desperate. If I drink much more I think I’ll literally pop. But on the plus side that means I can finally pee.” Amy said, standing up she grabbed her boarding pass from her bag.
“Well, I will see you guys in a very relieving minute.” She said, walking off in the directions of the ladies room, still not showing any real signs of desperation and making Lilli wonder if the others were just better at hiding their needs.
Sitting back down the others passed around their drinking cards, making sure that each person had the right amount, the 4 women walking slowly to the bar. After more than 30 hours for most of them since their last trip to the bathroom they all knew this would likely be the straw that broke the camels bladder. But while their bladders ached already, each of them was determined not to lose this and to prove they had the strongest bladder.
It took five waiters to bring over the trays of drinks for the table which was now covered in 24 full to the brim glasses.
“Well, guess we better drink up” Cath said, still confident in her own abilities.
Looking down at the glasses in front of her, Barbara knew this was the end for her control. By the time these joined everything else she had drunk in the last day and a half there was no way she would be able to hold it all. She just hoped she had done enough damage to everyone else with their little game, with Amy already out and Nikki drinking so much she might just have handed the advantage to Lilli.
Tilting the first glass to her lips Barbara was unpleasantly surprised to see Cath still chugging hers without a care in the world, one glass, two glasses, five glasses all chugged at tremendous speed with little in the way of a break between each one. Even as she watched she could the brunettes stomach bloating even further, her light skin now poking out between her leather trousers and black top. How could one woman drink and hold so much liquid in her body, even her friend Eva seemed to be thinking something similar as she finished her first pint.
Two pints down herself and Barbara could feel her own stomach expanding to accommodate the new rush of liquids. Beneath it her bladder was also now feeling even fuller than it had earlier. As she finished the third pint she felt a much stronger pulse from her bladder, causing her to pause and an involuntary moan to pass her lips.
“Having trouble there?” Cath chastised again
“No, no, just my stomach having a hard time dealing with it all. My bladder is still as strong as ever” Barbara lied, her face blushing slightly as the others noticed her struggling.
“that’s good news, how about another game once you are done with these”
Barbara couldn’t believe what she was hearing, despite everything Cath had to drink she still wanted to play and risk more. But at the same time Barbara couldn’t back out now, she was stuck. If she truly wanted to ensure her sisters victory she would have to play along, but how much more could she take?
“Sure I’ve got plenty of room to go.” Barbara said, taking a couple of deep breaths she got to work on pints 4 and 5, her black dress getting tighter and tighter with every mouthful she swallowed. As she drank she could see the gleam in Cath’s eye, she was looking for any moment of weakness and studying her opponent, but despite her rapidly filling bladder Barbara refused to show any.
“Caths getting a little intense isn’t she?” Sasha asked Eva who was still slowly making her way through her pints.
“Yeah, but Barbara should take it as a compliment. She only ever gets like this when she see’s someone as a rival to her. I just hope your sister knows what she is doing, Cath isn’t the bladder queen for nothing.”
“Yeah she was like this with me when we both went to Lisbon and back without a toilet break. I think she gets off on it in a strange way” Nikki added.
“So who won, out of you two?”
“She did, the next time we flew together we agreed to see who could hold it longer, while she also made sure to keep us both topped up on drinks. I nearly wet myself somewhere over North Africa and she seemed as calm as ever.” Nikki laughed.
Looking over Lilli could see the sweat starting to form on her sister’s face, a sure sign Barbara might not last much longer, what was she playing at. Surely her common sense would kick in and stop her from ruining their chances to win. Maybe she saw Cath as the biggest threat to their chances and was having it out with her right now.
Pursing her lips Barbara tried to ignore the nauseous feeling in the pit of her stomach, or was that her bladder, she couldn’t tell any more. Putting a hand on her heavily bloated stomach she could feel the liquid inside her almost bubbling away, the gas from the soda further increasing the pressure within her. She could see Lilli looking at her slightly worried out the corner of her eye, but she could do this! If she could get just a few more drinks into Cath it might tip the balance, or at least that was what she kept telling herself. Yes it would mean that she would end up extremely full, but that was a price she was willing to pay. It was only 10.44, she still had an hour, maybe two before they would likely call it a night. In some ways the inevitability of knowing she herself would likely take a trip to the ladies before bed made it easier to hold. She didn't need to hold this indefinitely, just a little longer.
Setting her final pint down she took a deep breath and looked over at Cath. “So, whats your game?”
“Pacman” she said
“Uh…what?” a confused look on her face as Caths answer took her by complete surprise. What was she talking about Pac man for, unless that was the name of some drinking game she hadn’t heard of.
“Pacman” Cath repeated, this time pointing to a small row of 3 arcade machines in the back of the bar area.
“I..uh ok, but its not really a competitive game is it?” Barbara questioned.
“Well, we will just have to make it that way.” Cath responded, walking towards the machine.
“Ok, I guess. What did you have in mind?” Barbara asked, following her physically but not quite following where she was going with this.
“So the idea is, we take it in turns. If we die it’s a drink for us but if we clear the level that’s a drink for the other person. But, there are 3 lives per level, so any we have left over go to the other person as well.”
“Wait, so if we beat the level with no lives left that’s 4 drinks for the other person, isn’t that kind of a lot per round?” Barbara could see where this was going, she really needed a longer game to make her plan work.
“True, but I think my bladder can handle it, you not so confident about yourself?”
“No, I can drink and hold whatever you throw my way" she said defiantly "But I’d rarther spread them out a bit. There is only so much I can physically drink without throwing it back up.” It wasn't completely untrue and she was relieved to see the intense glimmer of competition in Caths eyes soften for a moment, her statement clearly making sense to her.
“I suppose you are right, I get a bit carried away sometimes. What do you propose?”
“How about, we just do a drink for our opponent each time we beat a level. That way if we beat it first time every time the drinks still pile up but hopefully it should take a bit longer between them?”
“Sounds fair to me” Cath said nodding.
Sliding the first coin into the machine the games began again…
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I hope you enjoyed this chapter, things are starting to heat up between the two powerhouses of Barbara and Cathleen.
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Chapter 5. All or nothing.
As the coin clunked into the bottom of the seemingly empty machine its screen came to life. The simple 2d maze now being used for something much odder than it was designed for. Toggling the screen Cath pressed the large green button and the game started as quiet 8bit music filled the room. Watching over her shoulder Barbara could see that Cath was well versed in pacman, avoiding the ghosts and even leaving the golden orb things until they were needed. Her early strong performance was starting to worry Barbara, but then one wrong turn and she was cornered by a pair of the ghosts, her first life gone. The second wasn’t far behind as she sprinted to a corner with only a few pellets left, she got them all but it cost her another life. But with the top of the board now empty it took Cath no time at all to clear the bottom, even taking a few ghosts out on the way.
The triumphant music was anything but, for poor Barbara as she was forced to order herself another drink at the bar. This time she simply went for a pint of water to try and counteract any impacts the alcohol might have on her tomorrow morning. Standing there she chugged the drink back swiftly, each gulp feeling like it was a lead weight, falling down her throat and smashing into her bladder that now throbbed inside her. Whether it was the fact she was now standing, or she was finally reaching her breaking point, Barbara couldn’t deny her desperate state any longer. Crossing her legs for the first time that night she hated the look of glee from Cath who had seen the first sign of her breaking.
Walking up to the machine Barbara put the next coin in. it had been years since she had played this, but thankfully Lilli had a MrsPacman game when she was little, so she wasn’t totally out of her depth. However, despite her best efforts and the long time she spent using the passages from one side of the screen to the other she simply couldn’t outrun the pesky ghosts. Her first life went quickly, but each life taught her how to play and by her third she managed a good 7 minutes on the screen. But with just a handful of pellets left she ran fowl of the little pink ghost and her third life was lost. She was just thankful they had changed the rules, even failing it didn’t mean she would have to drink anything more.
Leaving the controls to Cath for her second go she waited for the brunette to be fully immersed before she moved a hand to her bladder. After everything she had drunk it was really bloated and there was so much more to come. “Come on you can do it” she said in her head, looking down at the substantial bulge sticking out of her dress. She had thought the relatively small bump from last night was bad, but it was nothing compared to this. Placing a hand over her mouth she let out a burp, feeling the weight of the liquid inside her shifting and causing her to press her thighs together. Thankfully Cath seemed to be getting annoyed at the game, loosing 2 lives in quick succession. Another pulse from Barbara’s bladder made her wince, this was getting bad.
A few minutes later Barbara was happy to see that Cath had failed this time to clear it, she was free from any more drinks for now. However, with each round taking 10 – 15 minutes to complete, it was making it hard for her to make Cath drink much before she would simply have to give in herself and go to the ladies room. But even one more drink would be worth it as a new painful spasm hit her. Taking careful steps up to the controls she readied herself, taking a deep breath she began.
Despite losing a life when another spasm hit her causing her to miss her turning by trying not to give away she was suffering, she completed the maze with 1 life left. Taking her chances as she watched Cath walk to the bar she quickly pressed a hand between her legs, hoping no one would see her. The extra support took the edge off her discomfort. Unfortunately it didn’t last long as the bar tender poured Cath her drink which she chugged in about 6 seconds flat. With her head tilted and shoulders forced backwards her bladder bulge was extremely prominent, pressing out of her it must have been torture for Cath. Yet still she drank like she wasn’t about to pop where she stood, her tight leather trousers and iron will keeping her bladder contained.
Winking at Barbara on her way back to the machine she slotted the next coin in and began her round. The contest continued for the next hour, with the others going back to chatting while the two of them fought it out on their virtual battlefield. Looking over Barbara could see her sister happily chatting with the others, her legs crossed tightly but she still looked composed. Something she could not say as confidently about herself, as every second passed she was losing the ability to control herself. With her legs now pressed tightly against each other she stood rigidly, fighting off wave after wave of pressure from her bladders contents that battered against her defences relentlessly. “One more game, one more drink” was all she could think as the need to pee overcame her. In the last hour they had only had a two drinks each as they failed to keep up the early momentum.
Cath was currently playing and it wasn’t looking good for this run either, much to Barbara’s relief. With one life left she still had half the board to go, but as Barbara stood their her legs shifting slightly against each other a much more powerful spasm erupted from her bladder, causing her to groan and bend slightly at the waist. While she might have been able to hide the others, Cath had seen her movement reflected in the screen. In her moment of distraction she was caught out and lost her final life, but she was far more interested on what was happening behind her now.
Standing up as straight as possible again Barbara tried to regain her composed look, even as she could feel the sweat rolling down her back and a spasm caused her to purse her lips to stop another groan escaping.
“Are you doing alright?” Cath asked.
“Im…im doing fine” She lied, the end of her sentence several pitches higher as her muscles trembled. Using her arm she wiped the sheen of sweat from her forehead.
Another spasm, this time causing a spurt of wetness to rush past her clenched muscles and dampen her black thong, why hand’t she worn something more absorbent. Clenching her thighs together even tighter she shored up the defences while hoping to catch any droplets before they rolled down her legs and gave away just how perilous her situation was. Clenching her jaw and tilting her head slightly she stemmed the flow, her muscles stopping quivering for the moment despite their intense need to relax.
“You don’t sound like you are doing fine Barbara, if you need to stop it is quite late” Cath said.
“No no…..im alright, we should continue” Barbara said breathlessly as she fought her body. Another spasm rippling through her abdomen as a spike of pain followed it up into her chest. Looking at Cath she could also see the competition had left her opponents hazel eyes, Cath knew she had won and didn’t need to prove it any more. But Barbara wasn’t done yet, just one more game, one more drink she repeated.
“At…at least let me have my go, make it even” She could last 10 minutes, and then she would find a toilet she told her bladder in an effort to calm it.
“I mean, if you are sure?” Cath said.
With slightly shaky hands Barbara grabbed her coin and with small purposeful steps she walked up to the machine. Even as she stood there trying to act confidently, her bulging bladder begged her to stop, it begged for release and soon it wasn’t going to give her an option. She could leave now and she might avoid humiliating herself, but she had a job to do, she had to protect Lili! As her now clammy hands pressed the large green button she could feel her bladder constricting inside her as it tried to force its contents past her iron defences.
For the next five minutes Barbara’s face was a picture of concentration, but it wasn’t the game she was concentrating on. Her thighs we now as tightly pressed together as possible, rhythmically clenching as her body shook violently. Sweat rolled down her bare legs and from her forehead, she was truly forcing her body into the extreme. The pressure within her bladder was like nothing she had ever felt before, nothing she had ever tried to hold before. The sheer volume of her pee was pushing against her, bulging her abdomen and pulling her skin and dress tight. The only thing keeping it from exploding out was her sheer willpower, although as another ripple of pain flew through her body even that was starting to disappear. She knew she was losing this battle, but it was just one more game.
Sadly for her, just as the clock struck 12 in the bar she felt it, another leak and this time much more substantial. The immense pressure in her bladder giving way for a moment as a jet of pee re-dampened her underwear and started to roll down her inner thigh making her gasp loudly. As she felt the wetness spread across her tightly squeezed legs both hands flew to her crotch but it was too late. Another spurt left her, this time splattering on the wooden floor, squaling slightly Barbara renewed her holding efforts, but and after tasting relief her body ached for more. Another spasm hit her full force and it tore her last defences to shreds causing a veritable waterfall to explode out from underneath her dress, the relief causing Barbara to groan loudly as finally she peed.
The others still chatting turned to see Barbara’s bladder finally let loose as a torrent of piss shot out of her bloated body with some force. Somehow still able to walk Barbara took a couple of steps away from the machine as she continued to moan in relief, every few seconds her body would twitch as her muscles tried to constrict as hard as possible to empty herself as quick as possible. A thick and powerful just of piss streamed out of her at some speed, noisily splattering against the wooden floor of this part of the bar and forming a rapidly growing puddle.
Realising what she was doing Barbara’s face burned bright red, she was wetting herself in a public place. How could she have let it get this bad. Why didn’t she leave? she could have spared herself all this embarrassment if she had just listened to her body. With her legs no longer pressed together her heavy stream fell freely between her shaking legs, the puddle beneath her spreading out in all directions. On and on the her pee continued, how she wished she could stop it and shorten her humiliation, but her muscles were too tired and she had to resign herself to the fact she was no longer in any control of her still bloated bladder. For over a minute the waterfall continued as the pints of liquid she had consumed fell out of her tired body, closing her eyes she couldn’t imagine what the others would think of her after this.
Finally after almost two minutes her bladder was empty, the final drops falling into the now substantial puddle that was slowly flowing away from her, the gentle rocking of the boat causing it to spread even further. Opening her eyes part of her hoped the others had left, but she was wrong, they were all watching. Barbara could feel her face burning again, she wanted to say something, do something but her body seemed to be in shock and she just couldn’t think of what to say.
“Well played” Cath said, breaking the awkward silence and holding out her hand to shake.
“But….I lost, I completely humiliated myself” Barbara said sadly, looking down as rivulets still snaked their way down her bare legs. The edge of her dress was completely soaked and she could feel it pooling in her shoes.
“I mean, look at the size of this puddle” Cath said, seemingly impressed. “Any woman who can hold this much inside them shouldn’t be humiliated by that.” , it was strangely reassuring to Barbara to hear that and Cath was right, she had held far more than she ever had before.
“Plus, the amount of people having accidents this time yesterday shows you how much better you are at holding than them. And for what its worth, Im sorry, I shouldn’t have pushed you so hard, I just get carried away with this sort of thing and I don’t think the Alcohol helped with that.”
With that Cath came over to the still dripping Barbara and hugged her tightly. A movement that brought Barbara's now flat stomach into contact with the giant rock that was sticking out of Cath. Even as they hugged tightly she could feel the heavy weight of it pushing into her, she couldn't imagine what Cath must be feeling right now.
“Thank you” Barbara said earnestly
“Anyway its getting late and we should probably get some rest” Cath said
“Yeah and I need a shower” Barbara answered, lifting up her foot and pouring the pee out of her shoe by dangling it off her toes.
With that the others grabbed there things and prepared to head off.
“it was nice to see you again” Eva said to Sasha, causing her to blush. They had spent most of the night chatting and it had done nothing for the school girl crush she had developed on her.
“yeah you too, maybe we could do it again sometime?” Sasha replied, wait had she just asked her out? Her face went even more red at the realisation of what she had just said.
“Totally, that would be nice” Sasha breathed a sigh of relief with Eva’s reply, her heart fluttering as Eva bit her bottom lip slightly before turning to walk away. God she was beautiful Sasha thought to herself.
Saying their goodbyes the groups split up again, with Caths group heading to their rooms and the others waiting for a member of staff to stamp Barbara’s pass, after cleaning up her substantial accident.
“What the hell was that Barb” Lilli asked once the others were out of sight, slapping her sister lightly on the arm. “I thought you were going to win this for us”
“I was, but then I realised you hadn’t peed yet. So I thought I could take out the competition, but man I cant believe how badly I failed”
“I cant believe how much those girls have drunk” Janet added shifting slightly where she stood. “I think I’d have gone to the bathroom like 10 times after all that.”
“How are you feeling Lilli, think you can win this thing?” Sasha asked.
“I don’t know, I’ve got to go pretty bad right now. But It hadn’t gotten too much worse since earlier so I think I can last a little longer. But I am worried by how calm they all looked.”
“Yeah, their bladders didn’t even seem to be bothering them. Although Eva seemed like she might have been starting to feel it by the time she left. I noticed her holding herself under the table when she didn’t think anyone was watching.” Said Sasha.
“Keeping an eye on the competition aye Sasha” Lilli joked, making Sasha blush. She hand’t meant too, but she just couldn’t keep her eyes off Eva, there was just something about her. Was it her amazing eyes, her perfect smile, her rosey cheeks, her…”
“Earth to Sasha” Janet clicked in front of her.
She had totally zoned out again, seemingly Barbara had gotten her pass back and they were heading to their rooms. The walk back was a little more subdued than normal, with Barbara and Sasha tired after their failed attempts at holding, while Lilli was still holding and Janet could feel the awkward tension but didn’t know how to break it. Which wouldn’t ordinarily have been too much of an issue, but she kind of had to pee again, but she didn’t want to bring it up with Barbara having just wet herself. It wasn’t that bad she told herself, she could go later.
Saying their goodnights they each went into their separate rooms.
The wet shorts by her door a reminder of Sasha of her accident, while in the next room over Barbara was slipping out of her drenched clothes. She had thought about just walking straight into the shower with everything still on, but that would likely ruin her dress more than it was already. As the water hit her skin she couldn’t help but think about Cath and how much the others had drunk, had she done enough, did Lilli really still have a chance?
Pressing a hand to her stomach she could still feel the last few pints in her system, but she was just glad she could go back to using the toilet like a normal person. Although in a strange way she had enjoyed her little contest, there was something about seeing how far you can push yourself that was a little enticing. Drying herself off she got into bed, letting the comfortable matres sooth her aching muscles.
Once again it was Janet who woke earliest, her bladder still full from the night of drinking. Feeling a now almost familiar tightness in her lower abdomen she pressed her legs together tightly, wondering if she would be able to get back to sleep or not. Looking at her phone it was still a little before 6, the morning sun just starting to enter her room through the port hole window she had. Feeling her bladder starting to ache she knew the answer was no, it couldn’t wait.
Sliding out of bed she grabbed her dressing gown and slipped her flip flops back on. Carefully rotating the door handle she slowly opened her door, trying not to make any loud noises. Creeping out of her room and down the corridor she made her way to the ladies, but as she rounded the corner a new light caught her attention for a moment. Taking a step back she was surprised to see Barbara doing much the same, both of her hands between her legs and even in the low light she could see the worried look on her face.
Stepping back around the corner she waited for Barbara, clearly they were both in need of the same thing. A few seconds later Barbara looked up to see Janet with her thighs tightly pressed against each other and she too understood their mutual need. Carefully walking up to her she gave a strange wave, “You too huh?” Barbara asked.
“Yeah, I should have gone before bed, I guess I just didn’ think about how much I drank.” She lied, not wanting to admit why she really didn’t say anything.
Slowly the pair made their way towards the toilets.
“Do, do you hear that?” Janet asked, a strange buzzing noise was coming out of something nearby.
“I do, is it coming from the lights?”
“I think so, maybe its because they are off for night time?”
“Maybe, but at this point in time I just really need to pee” Barbara said, walking a bit faster.
Approaching the ladies room they could already see a sign posted on the door, something that made them both nervous. Was it out of order, was this another challenge, maybe had they changed the rules, were they not allowed to pee again? The pressure’s in their bladders increased exponentially as their moment of anxiety got the better of them.
“Oh shit, that better not say all the toilets are closed.” Barbara said
“Toilets closed due to faulty lighting, please find alternative facilities on decks 1 and 2” Janet read aloud, pleased to see that only this toilet was closed. “Well I guess downstairs we go”
“Um…can we take the Lift though, im not sure I can handle a flight of stairs in my current... situation” Barbara asked.
“Is it that bad?” Janet asked, her own muscles trembling slightly.
“I, uh yeh. I don’t have the most confident abilities in my muscles to keep everything in order at the moment, I think they are still a bit strained from earlier.”
“Yeh no problem, I think they are this way” Janet said, leading them the towards the middle of the ship.
Following the numerous signs the girls found the lift easily and pressed the call button.
“So…do you think Lilli can win it tomorrow?” Janet asked
“I…I don’t know to be honest, but she has been smart and hasn’t drunk too much. I think it all comes down to how much last nights drinking affects Cathleen and the others.”
“Yeah” Janet sighed, “I think she might have her work cut out for her”
As the lift arrived they stepped into it in a slightly uneasy silence. Janet was kicking herself for asking about it now, why did she have to bring it up.
As the doors closed the lights of the lift flickered slightly. “That’s not a good sign, maybe we should have taken the stairs” Barbara said. Leaning over she pressed the door open button, but nothing seemed to happen. Pressing it again she noticed the light behind the button had gone out.
“No, no, no, not now!” she said hammering the open button, but still nothing happened.
“Whats happening” Janet asked, the concern easy to hear in her voice.
“The stupid button wont work”
“Try hitting 3, maybe it will open because we are on the floor” Janet suggested
Pressing the 3 button the pair waited but again nothing happened.
“No, no, no, this cant be happening" Barbara reiterated, bending over and putting her hands back between her legs. Trying the emergency call button she was happy to hear it ring.
“Hello?” a confused voice came through the small speaker next to the buttons.
“Hi, hi!. Ummm, we are stuck in the lift on the third floor and would really like someone to come and let us out please.” Barbara quickly stammered into the microphone she guessed was somewhere in the panel.
“Oh, im really sorry about this. We have had to turn off the power to that section as we do some electrical work in the ladies room.”
“I…um, ok but what about us. We need to get out.” She was at least slightly relieved to hear there wasn’t anything actually wrong with the lift.
“I…ok hang on, ill call someone to come and get you.” the man said, his voice disappearing as he walked away from the phone.
A few moments passed during which time Barbara had started to pace, being trapped seemed to have made her desperation increase tenfold in a matter of seconds.
“Hi, are you still there?” The voice was back
“Yes!” Barbara said, a little bit more annoyed than she meant, but what a stupid question. They were stuck in the lift, where else would they go and if they did there wouldn’t be a problem.
“Ok so unfortunately we don’t have anyone that can come and get you, but I’ve spoken to the guys doing the work and they think it wont take more than 15 – 20 minutes. So the best thing you can do is sit tight for a little bit and then we will restore power and the lifts should function normally.”
“Wait what?” Janet almost wept hearing the news.
“Im sorry, that’s the best I can do. But I will have a check to see if there is anyone else around, Ill be right back.”
“No wait you don’t understand” Barbara said loudly into the lift. “Hello, Hello!”.
To their dismay it seemed the not so useful man on the other end had actually gone somewhere.
“I can not believe this is happening” Barbara said as she resumed pacing. “I mean what are we supposed to do.”
“We hold it, we have to hold it. Its only 20 minutes” Janet said, her voice faltering and suggesting she wasn’t that confident that either of them would be able to achieve that. Why did she have to leave it until now to pee, why didn’t she just go before bed.
The only problem with waiting 20 minutes was that neither of them had brought their phone, having not expected to need it on their late night excursion to the bathroom. But now as time passed they had no way of knowing how long it had been, with each second feeling like an eternity for the increasingly desperate women.
Janet was now sat with her knees pressed against her chest and rocking slightly, her short hair covering her face as she tried to ignore the intense feeling of desperation that was eating away at her.
“I don’t know how long its been but I cant hold it, I just cant hold it” Barbara muttered seemingly defeated, no pacing in small frantic circles.
“Yes you can, we must hold it, we can’t give up” Janet said resolutely into her knees.
“But, I cant, my muscles are already on fire. They have had enough for one day and im really struggling here Janet”
Looking up Janet could see Barbara meant what she said, she was now bobbing where she stood with her hands seemingly glued between her legs and supporting a clearly distended bladder.
“I know, im sorry, but we cant just pee in the middle of the floor. For all we know the lift will be back up and working any moment now. We cant give in, we just cant.” She repeated, far less convincing this time.
Barbara groaned loudly, her hands pressing deep into her crotch once again. “I….I….Uuuugh!”
A loud splattering noise filled the small metal box as Barbara lost control of herself for the second time, her pee raining down between her bare feet and onto the ceramic like flooring. The drops hitting the ground sounding like rain on a card window, accompanied by heavy breathing and occasional groans from Barbara
Janet scurried to her feet, the noise and smell of Barbara’s accident almost tipping her over the edge. She could feel her bladder throbbing sympathetically as Barbara groaned again, her pee still raining down between her legs. A faint hiss could be heard as it passed the barrier of her light purple underwear as once again Barbara found herself pissing in her clothes. With no control over the situation all she could do was drop into a squat and move her dressing gown out of the way.
As Barbara stooped Janet looked on confused with what her friend was doing until she parted her gown, clearly showing the darkening purple underwear to her that was becoming wetter and wetter.
“I….” Janet stammered, another pulse from her bladder hit her hard, clenching herself she managed to stop any leaks. Her face was quickly turning red with embarrassment of seeing Barbara's accident and from the strain of holding herself. Her round jaw was so tightly clenched she thought she was about to shatter her teeth against each other. A grunt forced its way out of her, her body visibly shaking in effort.
“Im so sorry Janet, I just couldn’t hold it any longer” Barbara apologised breathlessly, still wetting herself
“I….” Janet tried again, a stronger pulse rocking her body.
Tears were starting to well up in her eyes as she felt her control slipping, not so much as slightly but completely. Just as one hiss was ending another louder one filled the lift as Janet began wetting herself. Seeing, hearing and even smelling Barbara’s accident was just too much for Janet to fight against. Her pastel pink pants doing little to nothing as her bladder gave up the ghost and wetness spread across her crotch. Quickly her underwear darkened just like Barbara’s had moments earlier. Janet's pee quickly Spiralled down her slender white legs, splattering against her flip flops and forming her own puddle on the lift floor. Covering her face with her hands she couldn’t believe it, she was wetting herself. She felt humiliated, the only thing that had made it even remotely bearable was the fact that she wasn’t the only one. Although Barbara had pushed her body to the extreme just hours earlier and her muscles were tired, while all she had done was not go to the bathroom soon enough like a small child. Finally after 25 long seconds her aching bladder stopped emptying itself and the pair of them now stood silently in large puddles of their own making.
“Im so sorry, this is my fault we should have taken the stairs.” Barbara said, looking over at the red faced Janet who seemed intent never to look up from the floor again.
“No, its ok, its my own fault” Janet sniffled.
As if on Que the lights behind the buttons turned back on and the doors started to slide open. They hadn’t even moved, they were exactly where they were 20 minutes ago, but now they were covered in their own piss. Gingerly they stepped out of the lift and walked back to their rooms, a trail of pee droplets falling behind them from their skin and drenched underwear.
“Um…Barbara, would you mind not telling anyone what just happened?” Janet asked, puncturing the still awkward tension between them
“Don’t worry, I had no intention of telling anyone anything. What happens on this cruise stays on this cruise” Barbara said putting an arm around Janet’s shoulder and pulling her close for a half hug.
Reaching their rooms the pair set about cleaning themselves up again, another pair of sodden underwear destined for the bin for both ladies.
If they made a habit of this they would need some new underwear by the end of the trip.
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Another chapter and another of our ladies down.
With her sister out of the running can Lilli win this for her friends?
Or will Caths iron bladder remain unbroken?
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Chapter 6: Ace up her sleeve. (Finale)
A couple of hours later all four of them were once again sat in Barbara’s room, they had all been happy to see Lilli had made it through the night and even seemed to be doing ok. Her desperation was clear to see as she sat on her heel bouncing slightly on the bed, but she still felt confident she could last a couple more hours if she needed to. However what they actually hoped for was that none of the others had made it this far.
“Right should we get a move on?” Barbara said, it was almost time for the morning check in, hopefully the last of them.
Standing Lilli clutched herself for a moment, “Man I have to pee, I hope this doesn’t last long” she said smoothing out the folds in her bronze dress. She wasn’t planning on wearing it again, but having gone through her entire suitcase it was the only thing that didn’t require her to button them up. She cursed her tendency to wear trousers and shorts.
“Who knows, maybe you are already the only one left” Janet said, hoping her friend could avoid the same humiliation she had last night. Thankfully it seemed she and Barbara had somewhat gotten away with it.
Walking to the main room they noticed the ship was much quieter than the others days, with most people being out of the contest and breakfast served at the back of the ship, no one had reason to be here. Lilli was extremely happy to see there wasn’t a line or anyone else in the room, maybe Janet had been right, maybe she had already won.
“Hi, can I have your pass please?” The man behind the desk said, this time he was accompanied by a short woman they hand't seen before.
“Here it is” She said, watching the man open a large book that she did her best to read upside down. As he cross referenced it with a set of numbers on the pages she began to realise what it was, it was a book of remaining competitors. Thick black lines through almost all the rows were a clear sign that most people hadn’t made it. In fact on the two pages she could see there was only a single line that wasn’t crossed out. Was that her’s? had she won? To her dismay the man then turned the page twice to a similar looking page and found her number, she wasn’t the only one!.
“Here you go, would you like credit or Euro’s?”
“Euro’s please” she said, her legs moving constantly as she walked on the spot.
“Here you go”
“Thank you…Can I ask how many other people are still competing?”
“Yes sure, including yourself there are just 4 passengers who are unaccounted for in this list. Although we haven’t cross referenced it with the bathroom log of the last couple of hours so its possible that there have been others ruled out. Although if there had I would expect them to have contacted us given the stage of the contest.”
Only 4 people! “Thank you” she said, walking back to the others.
“Ok guys, there are only 3 other people still in the contest. Do you think that its Cath and the others?”
Almost as soon as the words left her mouth her question was answered as Cath and her friends entered the room. With any doubt of them still holding their pee was immediately removed.
Cath looked heavily pregnant; her distended bladder was easy to see from every angle as it pressed inches out of her once flat stomach. The grey leggings she was wearing being pulled to their limit by the now large gut sticking out of her. But other than her slightly flushed face and the combination of grey leggings and red blouse showing off her bulging bladder, it would have been hard to tell she was desperate.
Next to her Nikki was much less composed as her left hand was pressing hard against the crotch of her coral blue athletic pants. The bulge sticking out of her abdomen being almost shown off by the matching blue bra under a see-through shawl that covered her top half. The lack of any real clothing covering her midsection showed the true extent of her skin stretching bulge, the strange protrusion bloating out of her tonned stomach. Nikki’s straight blonde hair now looking slightly dishevelled, and her red eyes suggested she had spent much of the night tossing and turning in her bed unable to sleep. She was walking towards them taking careful and purposeful strides that didn’t separate her legs too much. While Lilli might have been worried by Cath’s confident appearance she could definitely relate to Nikki at the moment or may even be better off than her. Although considering that Nikki had drunk more than she had over entire trip just from loosing the darts game last night, it showed how strong she really was. But thankfully this wasn’t just a contest of capacity, but longevity.
Last came Eva who was trailing behind them slightly, unable to walk to far without stopping and pressing both hands between her legs. She was clearly in a lot of trouble, but she had made it to the morning, so she could at least get her final prize before Lilli assumed darting to the toilets. Sweat patches on her Emerald green romper a sure sign of the effort she was putting in, her body burning up to contain itself. Out of the three of them Eva’s bladder also seemed to be the largest despite the extra drinks Cath had consumed, although this could have been due to their clothing. Eva’s romper had no waistline at all and allowed her bladder to expand easily and as much as it wanted too, while Cath’s elasticated leggings may have been helping to hide the true extent of her bulge.
“You made it!” Cath said, a smile appearing on her face as she noticed Lilli still holding a packet of Euro notes.
“Hey Cath” Lilli smiled back “How are you guys doing?”
“That would be telling, and don’t think just because im happy to see you we are not still rivals. I plan on winning and I hope you do too” She said raising an eyebrow in Lilli’s direction.
“Yes, I cant lie Its getting hard, but I will hold on as long as I can now its down to just the 4 of us.”
“That’s good to hear, wait so its just us girls left?” She said loudly, turning to the members of staff currently handing a desperate looking Eva her Euro’s.
“Um, Yes I can confirm it appears that it is just your two parties that are competing.” He said, the announcement making Cath’s smile even larger, the look of competition back her eyes just as had been last night.
“So what should we do then, since its just he 4 of us left?” Cath asked, going up to collect her own prize, bending her leg slightly as she stood their waiting.
Feeling her bladder pulse Lilli knew she couldn’t take Cath or the others head on, but going off how much more desperate at least two of them seemed from last night her best option was time. She had to play the waiting game, she knew her bladder was full, more than full, but she hadn’t drunk anywhere near as much. Assuming they hadn’t drunk anything since last night it was still those drinks that had increased their desperation and probably meant they were still trying to get use to their bloated bodies. Where as she had not drunk anything since about 9pm and therefore had 12ish hours to get use to it.
“I was just thinking we would have a peaceful morning, maybe plan the rest of the week?” Lilli said.
“Oh…ok, that sounds sensible.” Cath said clearly disappointed with her answer, but Lilli was sure she would be fun again after this whole bladder buster was over.
“You are welcome to join us if you want, may as well all stay together since its just us.” She said walking over to a nearby table and putting a number of leaflets on the table.
Pulling over a second table and a few more chairs the two groups joined again, browsing through the weeks activities and trying to pick things they could all do together. Lilli was glad they were getting on again and other than the couple of odd noises from Eva and the shuffling of legs from herself and Nikki the contest was all but forgotten in the excitement. It helped distract herself but soon she began to feel her bladder began asking for release with renewed energy. Pressing her knees together she used a free hand under the table to gently squeeze herself for a moment. Resting it on her bare thigh she did her best not to fidget, but it was getting increasingly difficult.
As Eva let out another short gasp Sasha looked into her eyes, her desperation written across her face as her legs moved restlessly. “Are you doing ok?” She whispered
“I think so” Eva said quietly, clutching her bloated abdomen with both hands as she danced in her seat.
“Don’t hurt yourself” Sasha said, genuinely concerned for her well being.
“Im ok, I can hold it longer, in fact I think its getting a little bit easier” Eva said with a little smile, but it was clearly a facade and Sasha wasn’t buying it.
As the morning wore on they had selected the trips and planned the rest of the week. Now just chatting it was getting harder for Lilli to distract herself from her bladder, next to her the others could tell she was struggling because she was being strangely quiet and not imputing much into the conversations. Although she wasn't the onlu one, Nikki was looking increasingly desperate with her legs remaining tightly crossed and a hand occasionally disappearing under the table.
Another gasp from Eva caught their attention as her face burned red from the embarrassment of having everyone suddenly looking at her.
"Im ok, just a spasm"
But it wasn't a single spasm, Eva was now occasionally gasping every couple of minutes as spasms of pain radiated out of her expanded bladder, her hair now sticking to her face as she started to sweat more and more. Yet still she tried to contain herself, it seemed obvious to everyone but herself that she was no match for others, but still she held.
Beside her Sasha had been trying to help by distracting Eva with small talk and trying to get to know her new friend. But it had just turned into her asking Eva questions which she gave simple and often vague answers too. She couldn't stand the pained expression covering Eva's face, she hated seeing her this miserable.
“What time is it?” Eva asked, the first time she had initiated anything with her in almost half an hour.
“Its almost 11 why?” Sasha responded, slightly shocked.
“Because I cant hold this any more” she cried loudly a tear rolling down her cheek. Eva's body started to almost vibrate in her seat, her jaw clenched and eyes closed. Sasha was expecting to see the crotch of her romper darken, but somehow it seemed that despite the largest and most powerful pulse yet, Eva’s bladder had contained itself.
“Um, I..., I just need to go” Eva stuttered, reaching out a hand she placed it on the table and with shaking legs she stood.
“Im done” She said, turning towards the ladies room. Taking a step she quickly hunched over and with one hand between her legs she stopped, her bladder clearly not enjoying the movement as she shook violently. Using her free hand she cupped her distended bladder, groaning loudly in the large room as she screwed up her face in pain.
“Are you ok? This doesn’t look healthy?” Sasha asked, concerned that she was doing herself bodily harm. Surely the embarrassment of wetting herself had to be favourable than the pain she was in.
“I can do it!” Eva cried, resolute she was going to make it to the toilet.
Taking another step, then another she slowly advanced across the room.
“I’m going to go help her” Sasha said to the group before rushing over and holding a door open, waiting for Eva to struggle her way through it. Thankfully the toilets were only about 20 meters from the main room, the sign beckoning to Eva as she made her way breathing as if she was trying to lift a 20 tonne car. Stopping for a moment she pressed between her legs and wrapped them around each other like a pretzel.
"You can do it!" Sasha said, if Eva was going to try she was going to support her all the way, physically if she had too.
"I....I cant move" Eva stuttered.
"Yes you can, you can do it." Sasha said, cheering her on.
"I....."
Leaning over Sasha kissed her on the cheek, her face instantly reddening having realised what she had done.
"Now come on, you can do it" She said softly to Eva.
Taking a few steps it seemed her support had given the groaning beauty a second wind, finally she made it to the door of the bathroom.
“Im sorry, you care going to have to come in with me” Eva said,
“Wait what?”
“If I take my hands away I’m going to wet myself immediately” she said calmly, a drop of sweat falling from her nose.
“I ok, If you are sure”
Opening the door for her Sasha was happy to see no other women in the room, other than the one behind the desk.
Looking up the attendant could clearly see the state of poor Eva, her tangled hair, bulging bladder and awkward stance more than enough to show her the level of desperation. She didn’t even try to talk or stop them as Sasha helped Eva into one of the stalls. She closed the stall door behind them as Eva let out another guttural moan, the sight of the toilet just a foot away almost too much for her as she bent at the knees, both hands rammed deep into the crotch of her romper.
“You have to help me” Eva whimpered “Its coming out”
Moving swiftly, Sasha grasped the zip on the back Eva’s romper. Despite how stretched the fabric was and several f the zip links being pulled apart by the sheer size of Eva’s bladder bulge, it still ran down her slender back with no issue. The green material falling away followed by her underwear, the thin strap on them having snapped under the immense pressure of her bladder.
Feeling her romper fall from her Eva moaned as she turned to sit on the toilet, a forceful jet of pee shooting from her before she was even in positions and splattering noisily onto the hard ground. Pivoting she managed to sit back onto the toilet as the forceful stream hit the rim of the toilet spraying everywhere, before finally it noisily hit the water of the toilet. Panting she moaned again, this time in absolute relief as her tormented bladder was finally allowed to empty, her eyes closed she could finally enjoy the moment. As time passed and her pee continued she opened her eyes, eyes that went wide as she realised she was now sat naked with Sasha in front of her watching her pee. Sasha’s face was bright red, a strange look over her face of embarrassment and something else.
Sasha’s mind was racing as she watched Eva moan in pleasure, her eyes closed but she could see the delight written across her face. She knew she should turn away but she just couldn’t, there was something immensely intimate and erotic about watching the beautiful woman in front of her receiving pleasure from the most basic of functions. Sasha could feel her hands getting clammy, her breath shortening as she continued to watch Eva pant in relief.
When Eva opened her eyes Sasha was sure that her new friend would be shocked, possibly even offended by her presence and gawping, but that didn’t seem to be the case. As the pee continued to leave Eva and noisily hit the water beneath her, they locked eyes and Sasha could see the look in her eyes. She watched as Eva slowly opened her legs wide as a steam fell between them, revealing her most private parts almost as an invitation. It was an invitation that Sasha never thought she would be interested in, but now as her heart beat rapidly in her chest she could think of nothing else.
“You can stop me at any time” she whispered to Eva, taking two steps towards the peeing woman who's chest was still heaving. Slowly Sasha extended her left hand and gently cupped one of Eva’s perfect breasts, eliciting a hiss of pleasure to escape the brunette. Sasha’s right hand slowly stroked the inside of Eva’s thigh before working its way up to her crotch. She could feel the heat of the piss still falling between her slender legs as she working her way up. Finally her hand made contact with Eva’s pussy, the light contact turning the hiss of pleasure into a quiet moan of pleasure that gained intensity and volume as she began rubbing. She could feel the goosebumps forming on both of them as she started to pleasure the peeing Eva.
She watched as Eva’s face became instantly flushed, her breathing becoming ragged as the pair of them maintained intense eye contact. Feeling Eva’s body respond was sending Sasha’s own desire wild, continuing to rub in small circles she could feel Eva’s body writhing in pleasure as her chest heaved and heart raced. As eva’s bladder still emptied into the toilet beneath them, Sasha forced two fingers in against the torrent of pee and making Eva moan loudly. Sasha’s left hand that had been playing with one of Eva’s exposed nipples quickly covered Eva's mouth as she leaned closer, their faces now millimetres apart. Moving her fingers in and out with a perfect rhythm she felt Eva’s muscles starting to contract in time. Her pee was now shooting out in intense bursts as she approached a climax of a different kind. Finally her body could take no more teasing and Eva let out a groan muffled by Sasha's hand. Continuing her movements she watched as Eva’s back arched while her toes curled in her shoes. Sasha slowed her movements as she saw Eva go cross eyed, pleasure completely overcoming her as her heavy breathing stopped in a moment of pure bliss. Beneath her Eva's legs were now quivering for a different reason as her feet arched inwards and after several seconds her body went limp. Taking her hand out of the now exhausted Eva she marvelled at how she continued to pee, Eva must really have been holding a lot.
Meanwhile…
Watching Eva’s desperate walk had really brought the reality of the situation to Lilli as her bladder renewed its demands for her to visit a toilet. Ripples of discomfort flew through her abdomen as it cramped badly for a few seconds. Uncrossing her legs she shifted slightly in her seat before re-crossing her legs the other way. Looking up she couldn’t help but make eye contact with Cath who seemed to be watching her closely, worryingly she noticed the same look as she had seen on Caths face during the battle with Barbara last night.
“Well, looks like its down to just us 3”
“Unless you want to follow Eva and save us all sometime” Cath said with a wink, although Lilli could tell she was partly serious.
“She wont give in that easily” Barbara got in before Lilli could respond.
“Well, im afraid while you might have a good capacity Barb, I can see how desperate your sister has become. She is hiding it well but I can tell she is near the end.”
“Im doing just fine” Lilli said, the confrontation stoking the fire inside her.
“Well even if you are, your bladder is no match for ours. The only reason you made it this far is because you didn’t drink as much as we have. Which means….” She trailed off as she rummaged around in the small bag she had with her.
“What do you say, why dont we speed this up a bit” Cath said, pulling out her free drink booklet, tearing out the final page. “Didn’t you have one left as well?” She asked Nikki who even in her desperate state seemed happier as she too brought out a ticket. “Im sorry to do this Lilli but your sister really did a number on me, and im sure these two drinks will be more than enough to finish you off”
Despite the upper hand seemingly being with Cath a smirk appeared on Lilli’s face, unsettling her two opponents. It was true what Cath had just said about her capacity, and she knew she was probably right about the next two pints being more than she could hold for long. But Lili had an ace up her sleeve. Taking her hand out from between her legs she reached into her own pocket and pulled her drink card out, opening it to reveal that none had been used!
“Well, I wasn’t going to use this. But since you have used yours I think its only fair I do.” She said, turning the tables once again. Watching as Cath and Nikki exchanged nervous glances with each other.
Sliding the tickets onto the table she was suddenly more optimistic about her chances. The look of horror on Nikki’s face at the prospect of drinking 5 more pints was a sure sign of how desperate the blonde woman was. For her part Cath was still looking like she was sure she could win this, but her accidental admission to how much of an impact last nights drinking was having on her, only strengthened Lillis resolve. Thankfully for them this room also housed a small bar, typically for those wanting to enjoy a quiet drink while on the deck. However, now it would play a vital role in the battle of the bladders that was about to begin.
“I’ll get the first round in then” Cath said, taking a trio of their tickets “In fact I’m a little glad you still had some tickets, my throats a little parched."
Last night Lilli would have completely believed her, but as she watched the boasting Cath walk to the bar she could tell not all was well inside the brown haired beauty. Her walking gate was off, taking slightly smaller steps and on much more rigid legs. It seemed the drinks from last night really had caught up with her, although given just how much and how late they were drinking, part of Lilli wondered if they were still making their way through her system even now.
As the first round of drinks was brought to the table, each of the three women picked up their glasses and clinked them together. Despite the intense battle that was about to start, it was important to show they were still friends no matter how hard they were about to push each other.
Lilli and Nikki sipped from their glasses slowly over the next few minutes, while Cath drained hers quickly by taking a series of large gulps. Lilli was starting to wonder if the woman even knew how to drink at a normal pace any more. As she watched Cath smack her lips after draining her glass It seemed the two of them had vastly different strategies on how to win this, but Lilli wasn’t going to let Cath’s showboating get to her. Drinking slowly would mean her bladder would be able to slowly stretch, or at least that’s what her plan was. A plan that Cath was trying to work out as she sat across from Lilli, studying her. All three of them were trying to hide their need, but each of them were starting to wear down.
Cath and Nikki opted to take their second glass before making Lilli drink. The idea being that it would be much more of a psychological boost to know you were done drinking with your rivals still having 3 more to drink. Not that Lilli minded the extra break, in her mind this was perfect as it allowed her to stretch out the intake that much more. She watched as Nikki tipped the drink back, trying to drink a bit quicker for some reason. Had Cath said something to her? What ever the reason it seemed to backfire. Steadily drinking from her glass with closed eyes Nikki furrowed her brow as something seemed to catch in her throat for a moment, making her cough into her glass. Moments latter she began spluttering as the cough caused her to breath in while she drank. Her hands went to her mouth to stop her spraying water everywhere, but by the second cough they flew back between her legs, each cough causing her bladder to rise and fall painfully. Somehow as the others watched on she remained dry, groaning loudly and her legs crossed as tightly as possible she was still in this. Having regained control of herself Nikki reached over and picked the glass up, putting it to her lips once again she drank the rest of it down.
It had only been about 30 minutes since she had started drinking but Lilli could swear she could feel her bladder filling up already. The dull ache insider her bladder was starting to nag more and more, causing a constant voice in the back of her head that was telling her just to pee. But she could see the light at the end of the tunnel, she still had the advantage! But even so, she couldn’t help starting to bob her tightly crossed legs under the table. It was a sure give away of her increasing need but she had to do something. After a few moments the constant jiggling seemed to help, she still didn’t understand why but she wasn’t going to question it.
Cath’s eyes narrowed for a second as she pursed her lips, she had clearly seen the change in Lilli’s demeanour and was going to capitalise on it. The subtle shaking of her torso above the table a clear sign that something else was going on under it.
“How about another drink Lilli?” She said, ignoring the slightly worried look from Nikki. They had only just finished their last ones and she had been hoping for a small break.
“Do I even have a choice?” Lilli rolled her eyes, but this was the last drink at least.
“Not really” Cath said with a smile, although it seemed a little more forced than before. Handing over two more tickets Lilli was happy to see Cath press her legs tightly together at the bar, it was clear she was trying to play it cool but she had seen the subtle sign. But at the same time she couldn’t help but marvel at the size of the bulge coming out of Cath's stomach. She had to be containing at least three or four times what Lilli's own body was capable of, had she been born with such a large bladder or was it something you could work on she wondered to herself. Walking back over Cath placed the three glasses on the table, quickly picking her own up to begin drinking. Again Lilli wondered why was she drinking so fast, surely that couldn’t help in the long run, or was she trying to intimidate her? Either way as Lilli picked up her glass she could take comfort in the fact she was done drinking after this.
For poor Nikki every second passing was making it harder and harder to control herself, a thin layer of sweat was now covering her glistening body. The heat and exertion taking their toll as she sat rigidly and un-moving in her seat, a strange wild eyed look written across her face that was anything but calm. The pressure inside her bladder was immense and only the hands between her tightly crossed legs were holding it at bay, and now she needed to remove at least one to drink this glass. Nikki took a deep breath, she knew that drinking quickly would likely make everything ten times worse. But at this point she needed her hands for support, she couldn't think about what it would be like in another hour, if she could make it that long. With a vice like grip she squeezed herself through her athletic leggings, removing her left hand and reaching for the glass. She really didn’t want to drink this, the pressure and pain inside her bladder would have been enough to make her give up, but she couldn’t let Cath down, she had to keep drinking.
Lilli stared down at the pint glass in front of her, a drop of condensation slowly rolling down the outside of the glass. This was it, this was the final drink. If she could somehow get her bladder to just stretch that little bit more, she could win this! Although part of the problem was that her bladder was stretching, it was being forced to contain more and more against its will and she could feel its tightness increasing at an alarming rate. Her body had somewhat gotten use to her previous fullness after last night, but now it was being made to hold more it was starting to revolt. As her hand made contact with the cold glass she felt her bladder spasm, she couldn’t help but grunt quietly as the first sparks of pain rather than discomfort radiated from her bloated bladder. Closing her eyes Lilli knew there was no point in hiding her desperation levels any more, so slowly she pulled up her right leg and placed it under herself. It was a trick she had learnt pulling all nighters at University, sitting on her heel helped use the full weight of her body to press on her most private areas. It was far more benefit that just having her hand there and more than that it supported her tiring muscles while leaving her hands free. Something Nikki didn’t seem to have thought of, although going off the vacant stare in her eyes as she was swiftly drinking the next pint, it seemed she was having some sort of outer body experience. A feverish look on her sweating face broken as she winced, a bead of sweat rolling painfully into her eye.
For the next 15 minutes Lilli watched the others as she gently rocked on her heel, all pretences of hiding anything from the others had gone out of the window in the last hour. Her bladder was full, possibly fuller than it had ever been before and the light cramping had started to turn into serious spasms of pain which seemed to ripple through her bladder all the way to her toes. It was evident from the occasional worried looks her sister was giving her that she didn’t look like she was doing well. If she wanted to win she would need to do something.
“Ok guys, you ready for another pint?” she said holding up a pair of tickets.
Even Cath seemed to pause before taking the ticket, while Nikki just let out a little moan as she too sat rocking on her chair. Both hands firmly between her legs, one eye occasionally twitching as her body seemed to be racked with more and more pulses or contractions from her bladder. The last thing she needed right now was another drink, but Lilli had needed to be ruthless if she wanted to win.
Taking a few deep breaths Lilli needed to concentrate, she had been kind of zoning out and focusing on nothing but her need to pee. But that wasn’t what she should be focusing on, she should be focusing on the bulging bladders of the two women sat at her table.
Wait…was that, it couldn’t be.
Looking over at the bar, Cath was now stood with a hand firmly between her legs pressing into her crotch. It was just a moment, but it was yet another sign she was starting to break. Even though all that liquid hadn’t reached her bladder yet, it must have been sitting uncomfortably inside her stomach. A quickly bloating stomach that would surely be pressing on her bladder by now, a fact that gave Lilli her plan. Although it was kind of the same plan when she thought about it, but now she had reason to believe it would work.
“Hic”
“UNNNG nnno, Not now!” Nikki shouted. Her arms doubling down the pressure between her legs, pressing her elbows together she bore down on her muscles for all she was worth.
“Was that a…” Lilli started
“Hic”
“Oh Ffffffuck” Niki hissed, groaning loudly as her whole diaphragm heaved up and down painfully. Her face red and eyes wide in disbelief that this could be happening.
“I don’t….I ca..."
“Hic” She let out a pained groan as her whole body shook. It seemed her drinking methods had backfired and surely it would spell disaster.
“Hic”
“Oh no” She whimpered, looking down at her crotch where there was now a small dark blue spot around her crotch.
“Hic”
A hiss filled the room for a few seconds, a small jet of pee darkening the inside of her right leg. The small damp patch growing in size and spreading around her backside as she remained sat where she was.
“please no…”Nikki whimpered again
“Hic”
A larger spurt this time, snaking its way down her tensed thigh it left a trail from her now drenched crotch all the way past her knee. A few drops even dropping off her leg and onto the floor.
“Hic”
A third spurt, much smaller this time as some how she still had some control apparently. Although the random and unpredictable timing and force of each one made preparing for them almost impossible.
“Hic”
“Oh shit….no that’s me” She grunted, standing up from her chair the light blue of her leggings were instantly drenched in a deluge of pee that exploded out from between her hands that were still trying to hold it together for a few more seconds.
“Hic”
The hiss from her pants increased in volume as her body heaved again. A jet of highly pressurised pee bursting out of her leggings and splattering to the ground near a leg of the table, causing many to shift their position slightly in case of a repeat.
“Im sorry, but I can’t help it” Nikki said breathing heavily as her tortured body finally won.
“Hic” Another jet forced its way out of the dense nylon material.
Nikki’s legs were now completely saturated in her own pee, the light material almost all a shade darker as streams of pee continued to run down he toned legs. A growing wetness was seeping into the carpet around where she stood, the forceful hiss now audible through the quiet room. The chitchat of the others stopping as they witnessed the spectacular ending of Nikki’s massive bladder. For Almost two minutes she wet herself, the puddle under her spreading out substantially and turning the red carpet a deep maroon colour as it became saturated itself.
Finally the torrent ended and to everyone’s surprise Nikki let out a laugh.
“Of course now they stop” She said, moving a strand of damp blonde hair out of her eyes.
Sighing heavily the others could see the colour return to her much more relaxed face, the life in her eyes also returning now that she was no longer in pain or at the mercy of her bladder.
“Well I should probably go shower. Sorry Cath you are going to have to beat Lilli on your own. You’re a lot more fierce than you look” She said taking a deep breath.
“I….uh thanks?” Lilli said, unsure if it was a compliment or not. But right now she had other things on her mind.
Cath for her part had been stood behind Nikki the entire time, her eyes glues to the spreading wetness running down her friend’s legs. Standing rigidly with both drinks still in her hands she could do little but stand by watching and trying to not look to bothered by the accident. However, she couldn’t help but bend her left leg and press her thighs tightly against each other for support. The once intense fire of competition gone from her eyes for a moment, but as Nikki walked off leaving a trail of wet footprints a steely look of determination replaced it.
“Well I guess those are both for you then” Lilli said, interrupting Cath’s train of thought. Looking down she had forgotten she was holding a drink for her and for Nikki, but with Nikki out it appeared Lilli intended for her to drink both.
“Wow you are getting really brutal Lilli, im impressed” Cath replied, tilting one of the glasses back and beginning to chug.
Lilli did feel kind of bad for what she was doing to the already pregnant looking Cath, but she had no choice. Now having finished both drinks she was feeling the impacts of them in her bladder and time was against her. In the last two hours she had rapidly gone from a solid 7 to almost a 9 which was a breakneck need to pee. Although having never wet herself as an adult she also didn’t quite know where a 10 was, but she was sure she would likely find out soon. As such, she knew she had to use every trick in the book to defeat her rival, including psychological warfare.
Pulling out her phone she quickly set a repeating 10 minute countdown on her phones alarm. Setting it down in the middle of their shared table it clearly displayed the time.
“Just so I don’t forget” she said to Cath, the realisation of what it meant dawning on her opponent. The rules stated that you could refuse a ticket for up to 10 minutes after a drink, so this was a countdown that would signal each time she would drink. For the first time she could feel the voice in the back of head telling her to just go and pee, she couldn’t win this.
As she started on the second pint she found her eyes glued to the screen of Lilli’s phone, watching the time slowly tick by. For the first time she felt her bulging bladder spasm inside her. The shock causing her to close her eyes, the water in the glass sloshing away from her closed mouth as she failed to keep up her track record of chugging the pints back with ease. How had this happened she thought, how had the power of the situation swung so much in favour of Lilli.
The next hour was a flurry of bouncing and drinking as Lilli forced Cath to swallow pint after pint, each one taking longer and longer for Cath to drink and seemingly sapping the energy of her opponent. Despite the defiant glare still remaining in her eyes it was easy to see the extra strain all these drinks were having on her. The once large and distended bladder now absolutely monstrous, combining with her bloated and full stomach to make her look heavily pregnant. It was almost impossible to imagine the flat stomach the girls had originally seen when they first met the now desperate woman.
However, the last hour had not been good for Lilli either, her desperation doubling as the time went on and the mornings drinks catching up with her. She was now constantly bounding on the heel of her foot which had fallen asleep about 10 minutes ago, but she didn’t want to risk changing to the other foot now. The pressure inside her was too much to handle, the previous scale of desperation had gone out of the window as the 9 she thought she was at before was now looking more like a 6. How she wished she could go back to that level of pressure and pain, the constant cramps in her bladder were now torturing her body. But while painful they didn’t seem to be causing any extra strain on her bladder which was a weird sensation. Looking down she could also now see a small bulge sticking out of her own abdomen, a sight she had never seen before. She had never tried to push her body to this extreme and Lilli wasn’t that sure how much more she could take. The only thing that gave her any optimism was the transformation that had happened infront of her. The once stoic and casual Cath was now anything but, with her hands pressed firmly into her crotch and a dazed look written across her face as she fought the ocean of liquid inside her.
From the outside it seemed as if both of these women were about to crack, the desperate displays a valiant effort to stay in control but surely they would have to pee soon. An electronic rendition of “Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High?” by the arctic monkies blared from the phone still sat in the centre of the table. The noise snapping both women out of their 10 minutes stupor, a faint twitch occurring in Caths eye as the music apparently had some sort of impact on her, even without the drink.
“Don’t worry I’ll get it” said Nikki who had reappeared in the room after cleaning herself up. Her blonde hair shinning and stomach now flat once again.
Lilli winced as another spasm hit her hard, she couldn’t tell if the bouncing was helping any more. But what If stopping only made it worse, she was only just holding on.
“Here you go Cath” Nikki said, placing another pint on the table. “You've got this, you can handle anything”. She said trying to boost her friends moral.
“You’re right, I….I can do this” Cath said with a strained look on her face, picking up the glass she put it to her lips. As soon as the liquid made contact with her lips the brunette visibly shuddered, a chill running down her spine. But after the moment had passed she slowly started to drink, a ghost of the confident chugging that had been happening for the last two days. Half way through the pint Lilli watched as Cath paused, lowering the glass from her mouth for a moment. It was the first time she had not drunk a glass all in one go and was a sure sign that she was really full, her body was at capacity and refusing to accept any more liquid. Closing her eyes and taking a few deep breaths Cath put the glass back up to her mouth and swiftly drank the rest. Placing the now empty glass on the table she let out a small groan, shuddering as her hand moved to her massively distended bladder. Cupping it she tried to sooth the bloated organ, her continual heavy breathing causing her body to heave up and down.
Another groan was heard in the room, but this time it was Lilli. She had stopped bouncing on her heel, the movement making her feel a bit nauseous and possibly not helping. After she stopped a hard spasm had caught her off guard, causing the groan and making her doubled over in her seat as pain rippled through her bladder once again.
“Oh, god this fucking sucks” Lilli hissed through clenched teeth.
“Your telling me” Cath said, a faint smile on her face. “I mean if you want to give up I wont stop you”
“Ok that’s it” Lilli said. Caths head darted up, was Lilli giving up despite her previous statement?
“I’ve got to stand up” Caths heart sank and apparently hit her bladder, another harder spasm shook through her body,
Concentrating on her own movements Lilli had missed the look of pain on her opponents face as she gripped the table and slowly stood. The movement causing her to double over again as her bladder lost the support of her heel, she could feel the muscles trembling inside her. Now standing she jammed her hands back into her crotch as she started the most intense pee dance any of them had seen. It was embarrassing but she had no choice, sitting still wasn’t working and walking had made it easier earlier so maybe it would help now?
Thankfully that seemed to be the case at least for the time being, her scissoring and dancing legs movements were taking the edge off the discomfort, although she wasn’t sure it was helping her control. But for now she had gone from a 10 to a 9.9, which was something. As the others watched on it was clear both were finally nearing the end as they rested perilously close to the edge of control and the disastrous and wet explosion that would come when their self control finally failed.
Another quiet groan escaped Caths lips as she started to rock gently in her seat. The sheer volume of drinks and pressure inside her were taking their toll. Her abdomen was now stretched further than she had ever seen or thought possible. The waistband of her leggings did nothing for to help her as they dug mercilessly into her bladder and stomach that were both filled to capacity and straining under the weight of their contents. Another spasm hit her hard as she felt the ocean of pee inside her batter against her defences with renewed rigour. Looking down at her stomach she could barely comprehend its size, it looked fake as it preposterously jutted out of her. She was maxed out and felt ready to pop at any moment, but she couldn’t give in, she wouldn’t give in. She knew she had the strongest bladder, just look at it!
Across the table she could see the desperate Lilli starting to dance around, her hands tightly squeezing at her crotch while her legs moved erratically. The look of concentration written across Lilli’s sweaty and red face a sure sign that she too was near the end of her control. Maybe she had been right with her strategy of getting Lilli to drink everything earlier after all.
Whimpering softly Lilli was unable to ignore the pressure inside her bladder any more, the drinks had definitely caught up with her and she was starting to panic. With each passing moment it seemed that her desperation grew and her dancing became more erratic. Bringing one hand up from her crotch she wiped a bead of sweat from her head before squeezing her thighs together and returning her hand between her crossed legs. She too had noticed the bulge in her abdomen, nothing compared to Cath’s but it was still an unhelpful reminder of just how full she was. Her already tight dress was being pulled even tighter over her lightly bloated stomach, the constant movement making her dress almost chafe over the bulge. She let out another moan as her bladder spasmed again, causing a sudden peak in her desperation. How much longer could she last, after two days of holding she was all to aware of the fatigue that seemed to be setting in as she continually bore down on her muscles to hold her bladder shut.
Another pulse from her bladder, they seemed to be getting more and more frequent. It felt as if she was rapidly approaching her physical limit and soon there would be no gap between them, just one continuous and painful pulse from her bladder. A tear formed in the corner of her eye as she twisted and contorted herself, she couldn’t walk anymore, instead she was bobbing on the spot again. Grunting she felt her muscles give way for a moment, just for a second or maybe not even that long, but she had felt the leak. Her bladder burned inside her as she slammed the door shut on its escape attempt, screwing her eyes closed and pulling at her crotch with both hands. She could feel a faint wetness against her right hand that was now jammed between her tensed thighs, but somehow she was still in control.With her hands under her dress it wouldn't be visible even if she removed them.
Lilli’s phone sprang to life again, the musical alarm causing a hiss of air to escape from Cath. Her bladder pulsed strongly as it realised what that noise meant, the next and final pint was on its way. Taking a hand out from between her legs Lilli pulled the final drink card out and handed it to Nikki who went up to the bar for her friend. Watching Nikki place the drink on the table a quiet groan escaped Cath, causing Nikki to look at her with some concern. She had never seen her friend this desperate before, she was really being put through the ringer by Lilli.
“Im fine!” Cath said defiantly, spotting the look on Nikki’s face.
Although her shaking hand that was reaching for the glass was telling a different story. It was clear her ability to act confident and in control was breaking down rapidly. As her hand made contact with the cold glass she visibly shuddered, a chill running up her back as once again as the thought of holding any more liquid in her body caused it to react. Taking her first mothfull Cath felt her whole body shake forcefully as the strongest and most indescribable bladder pulse rolled through her body. Unlike the others which were sudden and quick, this one seemed to move in slow motion. Like a ripple from a stone thrown in a pond the pulse radiated from her heavily distended bladder, rolling up and down her body setting her nerve endings on fire for a moment. The feeling was indescribable, but its force caused Cath to groan loudly, the water in the glass still pressed against her closed lips. Using her seemingly endless reserves of willpower she somehow overrode the commands from her brain to keep her mouth shut and began drinking again. Each mouthful rushing down her throat and causing ripple after ripple of this immense feeling to flow throughout her, it was like nothing she had ever felt as the timer on the ticking bomb that was her bladder seemed to be running out.
Despite Cath’s visible fight Lilli couldn’t enjoy or even watch it. Her eyes closed as she too was still fighting her own battle, as wave after wave of urgency rattled through her body. Her muscles were tiring and so was her will power. Before now the discomfort had been manageable, but as a fork of pain shot through her stomach it was almost too much.
“Come on, if its too much you don’t have to do this. Its just money” Barbara said putting a hand on the quivering Lilli.
Opening her eyes she could see the look on her sisters face, she was clearly concerned for her. But she was wrong it wasn’t just money, it was pride, it was esteem, it was finally a chance to show everyone that she had a strong bladder just like her sister. How she had wished to have one like Barbara for so long and now it was her chance to show she did. All the others had failed, they were relying on her and she had to do it, she had to push her bladder as far as it would go.
Looking over at her opponent she could see Cath had finally finished her drink and was pursing her lips, sat with her left leg tightly crossed atop the right. Like herself Cath was now bouncing them furiously as she fought to remain in control of her mammoth bladder that was so bloated it looked impossibly comical, but it seemed her plan of making Cath constantly drink might have been paying off too. Cath’s Hazel eyes scrunched closed so tight the faintest hints of crows feet had formed at the edges. Lilli watched as Cath occasionally winced as something pulsed inside her. Even from the outside she could almost see the pulses going off in her bladder, small ripples in the fabric of her blouse that didn’t seem to be caused by her opponents constant movement, a sure sign of things starting to turn in Lillis favour. From the effort written across Cath's face they could all see that she was surely coming to her final limits, she couldn’t keep that much pee inside her.
From the outside Cath’s quivering bladder seemed to be taking on a life of its own, shaking and pulsing of its own accord it looked primed to pop at any moment. It sheer size threatening to implode rather than allow any more liquid into it, her clothes now failing to even cover the obscene bulge. Her top resting on her bloated abdomen while she had pushed her Leggings down below her navel. The faintest wisps of hair could be seen escaping from the taught waistband struggling to contain Caths bloated form.
Suddenly Cath’s eyes flew open, the frantic nature of her desperation easy to see as they seemed to stare intently at nothing in particular. Her mouth still closed she was now breathing heavily through her nose, the pressure inside her was surely enough to break any bladder. Cath had felt it, a deep tremble inside her as her muscles started to waver in their holding duties. She was filled to the brim with an all encompassing need to pee and despite her best efforts to seem calm her appearance was anything but. Scrunching her eyes closed again she bowed her head as her body was forcefully rocked by her bladder again, baring down she tried to stop the trembling muscles.
“No, no, NN’, no” Cath whimpered as she squirmed violently, feeling a leak enter her underwear. No one else had seen the leak but they could tell something was going wrong inside her. Cath's breathing had become fast and heavy as she fought her body each step of the way.
“I can hold it” she said out loud. Her breathing getting faster and faster as she increased the force in which she crossed one leg over the other, her fist still painfully wedged in between her tensing thighs and bouncing legs.
“No”, she whimpered, another leak escaped her desperate attempts. A clear wet stream making it past her saturated panties and rolling down the inside of her leg. Wetting the area where it crossed the other and leaving a damp trail to her ankle as it rolled off the chair. Cath's breathing was getting more and more erratic then suddenly it stopped all together as her body convulsed, a pulse from her bladder so strong it shook her very being. Pain radiated out from her abdomen constantly, another spasm of her muscles and then another. The cacophony of pulses, spasms and contractions almost constant as sweat dripped from Cath’s brow, she was doing everything to contain her bloated bladder despite the visible leak. For more than two days she had gone without a bathroom break and now she was finally at her wits end.
“I can hold it” she whined again through clenched teeth, her now wide eyes beginning to look bloodshot such was the strain. Breathing again it was still ragged, heavy and uneaven,
"No!" she shouted this time, another leak flowing onto the chair through her leggings.
Finally the others watched as she convulsed again, her breathing finally slowing and then with one final sigh a deluge of liquid spilled out of the desperate woman.
Instead of a single stream the entire front of her leggings darkened all at once, a loud hissing noise filling the room as Cath finally lost the battle with her bladder. Groaning in effort and standing away from the others the fine material of her leggings began soaking up her pee as it raced its way around her legs. In a matter of moments the light grey material was several shades darker as a wave of her pee flowed down them. A separate stream loudly thudding into the carpet beneath Cath as her legs started to shake. Her red face still clenched as if she was still fighting it even now a puddle grew beneath her.
Panting and still groaning as he body still sent signals to empty despite it now peeing freely Cath stood their wetting herself. Pints of pee were finally free from the shaking woman, the carpet soaking up the massive accident. The torrent leaving her tortured body like a tap on full blast, the heavy stream between her legs seemingly unaffected by her sodden underwear of leggings. Looking down at her own legs Cath finally let out a sigh as the pulses from her bladder stopped, her tired muscles finally realising she was infact peeing as she watched the lights in the room glisten off the rivers of pee still flowing down her legs. She had finally run out of strength, she had been beaten.
For three minutes the others watched Cath peeing through her clothes and onto the absolutely drowned carpet, a puddle to large to imagine it was produced by a single person now stretched out around her. Still peeing a small stream she walked over to the desk, all to aware what she looked like but also aware they were surely use to it.
"I think you guys have your winner" She said handing over her pass.
"Please tell me I can pee now, im literally about to do it right here. Actually scratch that dont tell me im just going to pee." Lilli said turning and slowly making her way to the toilets.
Somehow she made it to the ladies room, entering a cubicle she felt another spurt of warm pee escape into her underware.
"Oh who care's" She said into the empty room.
Sitting on the toilet still wearing her pants she peed through them into the toilet.
Her stream only lasted just over a minute, but she had done it. She had won, she had beaten Cath!.
Pulling some toilet paper out of the dispenser she stuffed it in her underwear as the better alternative to going commando,
Walking back to the main room she was greeted by pats on the back from her friends.
Handing over her pass to the man behind the table.
"Congratulations, you and your party are the winners of the Bladder buster. As such the cruise is on us and you also get free access to all our facilities."
Pulling out a new stamp he gathered their 4 passes and pressed it down, a clear "Winner" now overriding the voided stamps.
"Congratulations guys" Cath said, looking a lot more relaxed but still standing in her soaked leggings.
"Yeah, but that was close Cath." Lilli said, herself feeling much better, although she could still feel her muscles aching slightly.
"It sure was, I’ll beat you next time though"
"Next time?" Janet asked, the group gathering together again.
"Yeah, this is our third cruise. The first time we have lost though” Nikki said, a smile visible across her and Cath's face
The end!
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I hope you guys enjoyed the ending to this story and it did it justice. Buildups can be hard to pull off.
It was a tough fight for Cath, but in the end the sheer volume of drinks took their toll on her.
Thank you all for your support on this story! |
*Spoiler Alert*
This story follows the main story of Final Fantasy XIV almost to a tee. If you are player and want to avoid having the main story spoiled, consider this your fair warning.
Foreword:
I have once again emerged from endless whirlpool of "having no time" to grace the surface world with the latest in a string unlikely to ever completed projects. This work follows the main story arc of Final Fantasy through a combination of old favorites and original characters. As my character was originally an Archer, the exact story arc will follow the line that players take when they choose Gridania as their starting city.
Please do note that there will be diapers eventually, but not really any diaper play. If that is major turn off for you, this is your warning.
Lastly, please leave any comments, criticisms, concerns, suggestions. Just not any personal insults. I'll take them into account in future chapters.
Enjoy.
Chapter I: New Arrival
G'trihmin smiled pleasantly, her long fluffy dark red tail swayed happily back and forth as she strolled through the dappled patches of sunlight on the now familiar path from her home near the Bannock north to the southern gate of Gridania. Days like these where the glittering sunlight lent an almost magical ambience to the already inspiring beauty of the Twelveswood reminded the mi’qote that she had truly made the right decision trading in the hustle and bustle of Ul’dah for the idyllic peacefulness she now enjoyed.
As the morning edged toward midday, she arrived at the gate bidding good day to the dark haired elezen guard on duty before proceeding on her way to the Carline Canopy for a fresh mug of Shroud Tea as she did every week when she came into town to shop. Or rather, that’s what G'trihmin was in the process of doing when a distinct mewling sound distracted her. Turning in surprise, she found a lilac furred mi’qote standing near the cliff side half hidden behind the fan like leaves of a rather large plant.
While mi’qote weren’t entirely rare to the Twelveswood, they weren’t exactly common either. The unfamiliar individual in question dressed as G'trihmin once had in the traditional red, white, and black garb. She appeared to be around the same age as G'trihmin who just became an adult although that marker was rather vague. A rather nicely made leather rucksack hung over her back.
Right now the lilac furred mi’qote’s bright red skirt was hiked up far enough to flash glimpses of her white underwear as she bounced from foot to foot tightly gripping her between her legs. Her other hand fumbled with an open map, delicate lips pursed. Her eyes frantically tried to read its contents as it flapped wildly with each bounce. Stifling a giggle G'trihmin approached her and offered a sympathetic smile.
“Hello, I’m G'trihmin. What’s your name?”
The girl’s ears shot straight up in surprise and she dropped the map. Removing the hand from between her legs she turned to face the unexpected greeting.
“Mohr.” Her face blushing bright red, Mohr tried hard to appear casual crossing one leg behind the other so she could press her legs together. It only took a few moments before her eyes widened and a few drops fell from beneath her skirt as she jammed both hands up her skirt again. Her ears drooped in shame as she started dancing.
“Let’s go to the Carline Canopy, it’s the closest place probably.”
“That’s where I’m trying to go! I-” Mohr muffled a squeal as she ran in place.
“It’s right over there.” G'trihmin pointed a large round wooden structure slightly over hanging the cliff that bordered the other side of the walkway. “Let me help you.”
“Just go, just go! Lead me!” Mohr sucked in a deep breath and managed to summon a second wind sprinting madly for the building G'trihmin indicated. G'trihmin for her part had to run as fast as she could just to keep up with her new companion.
They burst into the tavern and made their way along the wall toward the back and entered a secluded hallway. Upon seeing the sign for the restroom Mohr’s ears perked. Her eyes lit up, glittering with hope. Reality doused that hope as quickly as it had sparked. With the promise of salvation so close Mohr’s need spiked causing her to lock up and she would have gone face first into the floor if G’trihmin didn’t catch her first.
“No, no, no!” But tears and quiet whispers did nothing to hold back the impending flow. Mohr bounced frantically. She dug her hand in as hard as she could but a momentary loss of control cost her any remaining absorbency her underwear might have had. The dam had truly broken this time and as much as Mohr tried to battle back against the pressing of her need, this was not one war she was going to win. She attempted to loosen up enough to take another step only of her need to overwhelm her and a short spurt spattered audibly against the floor.
A soft whine escaped Mohr’s lips as she gritted her teeth. One stray drop trailed down her inner thigh. Then another. A small trickle flicked off as she shivered. Briefly the flow stopped but it was clear to the both of them that any moment the lilac haired mi’qote’s black boots would receive a premature washing. And not one that would leave them smelling nice.
With a defeated sigh Mohr threw all caution to the wind. She charged toward the restroom flinging her pack off the process. A clear jet of liquid followed in her wake as her tired muscles gave out completely.
G’trihmin went to retrieve the pack which had slid a surprisingly long way down the corridor. She gave most unladylike grunt, its heavy weight catching her off guard. How does she carry this thing so easily? Arriving back at the restroom, G’trihmin found the door wide ajar. Mohr sat on the toilet still fully clothed with as a torrent poured into the bowl beneath her. She breathed deeply eyes closed lips slightly parted as the tension wracking her body drained away.
“I’ll, uh, I’ll just leave this here.” Mohr shot G’trihmin a mortified look and buried her face in her arms as the latter placed the pack in the restroom. Eyeing the mess in the corridor and restroom floor, G’trihmin shut the door and headed back into the tavern proper. The familiar tall elezen Mother Mioune greeted G’trihmin from behind the bar as she approached.
“A pot of shroud tea for you?” the proprietress asked in her customary welcoming fashion.
“Actually, could I get a mop? My friend tracked mud all over back there.”
Mother Mioune smiled appreciatively. “You shouldn’t have to do that. I’d do it myself but I’m too busy right now. I can get one of the staff to do it in a little while.”
“We’ll do it ourselves. It’s our fault there’s a huge mess.”
“Alright I’ll get one for you.” G’trihmin took the mop Mother Mioune gave hear and cleaned up the corridor before knocking on the restroom door.
“One minute!” The door finally opened to reveal Mohr now freshly changed into a new skirt and presumably underwear. Seeing the mop in G’trihmin’s hands her eyes widened with fear. “You didn’t tell anyone did you?”
“I just said you tracked mud everywhere.”
“Thank you.” Mohr breathed out a sigh. “Will you keep this a secret please?”
“Sure. I’ll get us a table. There’s nothing like a fresh pot of shroud tea to make you feel better.”
Mohr took the mop and bucket with a smile. “Then I’ll look forward to it.” |
Author's Note:
This chapter is exposition heavy and adds a bit to the FFXIV story that was never in the game. There is no wetting in this chapter, merely some observed desperation towards the second half.
It is, however, plot relevant for later.
Chapter II: Fool
“So after I visit the Archers’, Lancers’, and Conjurers’ guilds, Parsemontret will show me around the markets before I head over to The Bannock to meet with instructor Galfrid?” Mohr ticked off the items on her fingers as she listed off the instructions she had received from Mother Mioune. The tall elezen woman smiled pleasantly as she nodded affirmative.
“Now that you’re officially a part of the Addventurers’ Guild. I think he’ll find you a great help, but it’s a good idea to familiarize yourself with Gridania first. The master merchant can be...uncooperative at times, so be sure to offer him one of my famous eel pies. Like so many men, he is much more charitable when his stomach is full. So be sure you don’t eat it by accident.”
“I won’t.” Mohr’s excitedly uttered her assurances.
“My house is near The Bannock, I can show you how to get there,” added G’trihmin.
“Really? Thank you! Are you sure?”
“It’s no trouble. G’trihmin sipped at her tea. “I have some shopping to do later so do you want to meet up at the market?”
Mohr nodded happily. Hoisting her heavy pack easily onto her back she practically skipped out of the tavern.
“She sure seemed to get over that quickly,” remarked G’trihmin as she set her tea cup back down.
“Over what?” Mother Mioune inquired.
“It’s personal. Something happened to her on her way here to Gridania.”
“I think it’s that’s she happy she has someone she can count as friend. After all it’s only been a few moons since you arrived yourself. You know what it’s like being a new adventurer in a place where you don’t know anyone.”
“She does remind me of me when I first came,” admitted G’trihmin. A fond smile crossed her face as she remembered arriving wearing exactly the same style of outfit that Mohr was. She chuckled in amusement remembering how badly the red skirt clashed with her red fur. Since then she’d taken to trying new outfits all the time before settling on a green coat and white skirt. Paying for the tea, G’trihmin went to go use the restroom and then wandered off to take care of her errands.
Meanwhile unbeknownst (see what I did there?) to the citizens of Gridania, or indeed to any citizen of the three great city-states of the Aldenaard continent, a secret meeting was taking place within a great complex of black metal. Magitek machinery hummed and whirred occasionally accompanied a great hiss of steam. But none of that could be seen within the observation room. A gathering of five men dressed in form fitting black plate armor stood at attention. Even their very faces were covered with masks made of the exact same metal.
Alone with the armored men stood a single figure wearing a wide lab coat with a manic grin plastered on his face. These six men watched through the one way glass as an armored soldier and a restrained female prisoner appeared to do nothing other than simply stare at each other. But what appeared to be nothing was anything but.
“Any second now, any second.” The man in the lab coat cackled gleefully.
“It better work this time Hailand. You know the consequences.” One of the men in armor responded gravely. Only a slight elaboration in the decorative shaping of his armor differentiated him from his similarly garbed brethren.
The man in the lab coat waved a hand dismissively. “Fear not captain. My pathogen spreads by air, by water. The enemies of the Garlean will quake in their boots, their strength lost while our Garlean soldiers will remain entirely unaffected.”
“For your sake, I hope you’re right.”
And so they waited, observers watching closely as the test subjects simply sat there. And waited. And waited. Still the armored guard seemed entirely unaffected, as he should be. The problem was that the prisoner too didn’t appear harmed. Where she should have been becoming lethargic instead she remained alert. Indeed her movement increased over time as she began to fidget, an uncomfortable expression appearing on her face. She shouted something at the armored guard who relayed it to the captain with a communicator.
“She’s demanding a break so she can relieve herself?” A pregnant pause descended upon the observation room as the captain confirmed the relayed message. The prisoner was clearly staring into the observation room now trying to get their attention as she tugged pointedly and ineffectually at the restraints binding her.
“This is just a ploy.” Hailand stated smugly. However a stray drop of sweat betrayed his nervousness.
After listening to another report from the guard in the testing room. The captain wordlessly drew a pistol from its holster and simply shot Hailand through the head. The now lifeless lab coated man crashed to the floor, the sound thunderous in the room ringing only with the echoes of the gunshot.
“Escort the prisoner to the restroom. She will be placed under Nero’s command as promised. Honestly I have no idea why he agreed to this nonsense.”
“It must be so he had an excuse to finally off the crackpot,” contributed one of the subordinates. Meanwhile in the testing chamber the guard had begun to release the prisoner from the chair she had been strapped to. His aim remained trained on her the entire process and although her legs were freed, her hands remained bound in front of her. Clambering awkwardly to her feet and quite gave herself a quick squeeze between her legs as best she could with her bound hands.
Shaking his head at the absurdness of the whole scenario the captain led his squad out of the observation room to release the testees. "This is why magitek is so much better than wasting time and resources with fools and their stupidity." |
Part Four
They arrived in Berlin’s Tegel airport at 6.25 p.m. that evening local time and got a taxi to their hotel. On the way to the hotel they agreed to stay in the hotel for dinner that night as they were all a little tired and it was the first night any of them would be sleeping together, Peter with Sian and Don with Heather. They were all actually quite excited at the prospect and not a little nervous but desperately trying not to show it. After they had checked in and got the luggage in the rooms they all met in the bar for a drink while they ordered dinner. While Don and Peter were at the bar ordering drinks Sian said to Heather, ‘how do you feel about sleeping with Don tonight?’ ‘You know what?’ Said Sian, ‘I feel like I’ve known him for ever, so much has happened in the last couple of months and he is always kind and understanding. I think that’s what I like about older men, they are much more laid back because they have seen more of life. I really couldn’t cope with a young 20 year old full of testosterone, having to prove himself every ten minutes.’ Sian said, ‘I’m glad because I have always liked Don as a boss and a friend now and I would love to see you two happy. To hell with the age difference, enjoy! I can’t wait to get Peter into bed, I just want to have fun with him and wake up beside him, I need him inside me so that I can feel secure again. Harvey turned out to be a wrong choice. I think I have known it for a while but his cruelty a couple of weeks ago brought it home to me. I’m well rid of him.’
Peter and Don came back with the drinks and they chatted comfortably together all through dinner. At about 10.00 Peter said, ‘well, I for one am tired and I’m going to bed soon.’ Sian said, ‘that’s my cue’, and winked secretly at Heather who smiled but said nothing. They all said their good nights and went to their separate rooms Peter had booked four rooms in case anyone in the office happened to see something about the reservations and questioned them but they only used two.
Peter and Sian were barely through the bedroom door before Sian’s dress fell to the floor and she stood just inside the door stark naked, a perfectly trimmed bush, nipples erect in expectation and a smile on her face. Peter’s face showed a wide smile, he always liked to see her naked like that and he was already starting to show his excitement through his trousers. Sian went into the en-suite and leaving the door open removed her makeup, had a quick wash and cleaned her teeth before peeing noisily in the toilet bowl. When Peter went to go in Sian warned him, ‘no peeing ok?’ He put up a token resistance but acquiesced easily enough. By the time he re-entered the main bedroom Sian had remade the bed using a large plastic sheet with two of the hotel’s bath towels on top. She stood beside the bed with an inviting smile and said, ‘which side would you prefer?’
In a room down the corridor Don was putting a night-time nappy on Heather. ‘Do you mind if I have my dummy Don,’ Heather asked. ‘It helps me go to sleep’. They had agreed that a night together with Heather in a nappy and Don naked beside her would suit their desires. In the early morning then, when Heather woke up in a wet nappy Don was going to spank her and they would make love in the half light of dawn. They got into bed, turned out the light and Heather lay facing Don who smiled at her and said, ‘you have no idea how happy this makes me Heather, There’s so much about you that I love and want.’ Heather pulled him closer to her and reaching round behind him she smacked his bottom a couple of times but gently and then lay still with her hand on his bare bottom. They fell asleep like that not too long afterwards.
Sian was in bed before Peter, who had chosen the left side of the bed. They were both naked and Sian pulled Peter closer to her then, after a few minutes, pulled him on top of her face down. She hugged him tightly and whispered into his neck, ‘You don’t need to be patient anymore’. She felt him physically relax as he accepted her body close and naked at last together. Sian wriggled down the bed a little until she could feel his, now firm, dick nestling in her bush and then said, ‘I want to feel you pee on my bush right now’. Peter took a few moments to relax and then began gently peeing on her. Sian felt a warmth spreading slowly over her bush and pudenda as Peter started. She felt a slow trickle across her vulva, tickling her clitoris as it went, her thighs felt warm and slippery as his pee reached further. She struggled to lift her bum slightly off the towels and felt a warmth spreading quickly between the cheeks of her bum and under her buttocks as the warm pee pooled slightly before soaking into the towels. She reached down and, grasping his dick, she eased him inside her fanny, wet now from inside and out. Peter, who had had difficulty finishing his pee due to a rising erection, mumbled that he hadn’t finished. Sian said, ‘don’t worry, you will’. She lifted herself as much as she could as he thrust into her with long awaited enthusiasm and before long Sian climaxed strongly, gripping his dick hard as she did. Peter loved the feeling of tightness and came in a moment. Sian held him as he tried to roll over off her and said, ‘wait a minute, leave him inside me I want to feel him relax too’. As his erection subsided Peter felt the need to pee again and told Sian. She said, ‘just let it happen I don’t mind’. So he relaxed again and felt his dick getting wet as he peed inside Sian, She felt it dribbling out of her and between her buttocks again. Soon afterwards they turned and Sian hugged Peter’s back. Just as he was falling asleep Peter felt Sian gently take hold of his dick and that is how they fell asleep.
At about 6 in the morning Heather woke Don with a kiss and said, ‘Don, I’m soaked. It must be that I drank too much last night.’ Don sat up and smiled at her and said, ‘you know what? It doesn’t matter at all, I’m going to change you.’ He lay her down flat on her back, took her nappy off and dropped it folded on the floor. He turned her over onto her face and smacked her bottom firmly but kindly and said, ‘I’m not sure whether I’m smacking you for drinking too much or because you have wet yourself but you are getting it anyway.’ Heather squirmed and squealed until he stopped then she said, ‘Don, it’s time, I want you now!’ Don was more than ready and pulling her into the centre of the bed, moved on top of her and entered her wet pussy easily. They made love strongly and with abandon for quite a while until both were exhausted. Heather said, ‘move carefully, I want you to stay inside me so they carefully moved, almost as one, until they were lying face to face with Don still inside her, She smiled at him, kissed him and immediately fell asleep.
It was 10 a.m before anyone was downstairs for breakfast. Heather and Sian exchanged a hug and a few whispers, both had smiles on their faces. The men were looking a little smug and anyone who took any Interest in them at all would easily have guessed what the night had held. Fortunately there were only a few guests around it was so late in the morning.
The Messe Exhibition Hall was a short taxi ride from their hotel and they were through the ticket and entry process by 11.30. Although none of them, even Heather, were naïve, the sights that greeted them with all types of erotica on display was like nothing they had experienced before. Peter suggested that they meet around 1 o’clock at the catering area in the centre of the hall for lunch unless they met up by chance before and with that agreed they went, hand in hand as couples and were soon lost in the crowd as they looked at different stands.
Heather loved the AB stands, there were terry nappies, disposables, Diaper pails, adult sized feeding bottles, Dummies and other pacifiers in all sizes and colours, romper suits, all-in-ones and even adult sized high chairs, playpens, playmats, the displays went on and on. For Don it was the Corporal Punishment scene although some of the items were a bit too far for his taste – many bordered on and even crept into the sado-masochistic displays so that the division between the two was blurred at the edges. Nonetheless he enjoyed what he saw and came away with a couple of ‘mild’ whips made of material not leather and a riding crop all items discreetly wrapped so as to disguise the true contents of the parcel. He particularly enjoyed ‘Fur’n’Feather and even looked in on Lok’n’Chain.
Peter found the Wet-Set stand and spent ages talking to them, even chatting to a few of the visitors to the stand. Sian enjoyed watching him excited at the prospect of mixing with people who enjoyed wetting and even posed for a photo with one of the girls on the stand who was clearly showing off a pair of peed jeans she had on. Sian, who was wearing jeans asked if they could take a photo of her and the Wet-set model from the back and when she turned round for the photographer Peter saw that she had a modest wet patch on her bum where she had peed for him. The photo cost Peter 20 Euros but he didn’t care it was a great souvenir he said and told a laughing Sian it was unfinished business. Sian liked most of what she saw and was amazed at how open it all was but then she supposed, it was a major European sex exhibition. It made her want to be more daring and a plan began hatching in her mind.
When they met up for lunch they all excitedly told each other what they had seen and enjoyed. Heather displayed her new dummies and a few very feminine rompers. Don showed his purchases and the talk around the lunch table was very animated and when Peter showed them his prize photo Sian got a round of applause from the others. She loved the attention and decided to discuss her plan with them. She said, ‘you know how I love being naked in the office, how I just love the daring feelings of the chance of being caught. I suppose it’s a sort of exhibitionism but I’ve always felt like this and even at school I would sometimes contrive to show my knickers to the boys in the school yard. This exhibition has made me feel more confident and if you remember even on the way here I was wearing no underwear on the journey, well, I want to be more daring so I’m going to wear a short skirt tomorrow when we go into town, so short you will see my knickers if I bend down or the wind blows. Would you be ok with that Peter?’ Peter said immediately, ‘yes sure, I love it, I think it’s the naughtiness again isn’t it?’ Heather said, ‘I’ll join you, I’ll wear a short skirt with a thin nappy so that it will be possible to see I’m wearing a nappy anytime I bend down at all.’ Don said, ‘I like the sound of that, I think Peter and I will love watching you going up escalators or stairs, things like that. I’m looking forward to tomorrow and we haven’t even finished today yet.’
They spent the rest of the day at the exhibition then went back to the hotel tired, excited and somewhat sated in that their sexual senses had been mildly assaulted but in the best possible way. They went out for dinner and returned to the hotel for a last drink and bed. They were all much more confident with their respective partners and although Peter asked Sian to wear knickers to bed and wet them for him and Heather went to bed naked to better enjoy Don’s body, the night was similar to their first night. They all awoke the next morning happy and looking forward to a day of daring exploits.
Sian wore a pleated, emerald green, mini skirt and heather wore a nearly full mini skirt with a discreet but visible nappy. They asked directions to the town centre from the reception desk and took a tram as directed to the centre of Berlin. The Berlin Cathedral was in the centre and the magnificence of it drew them all. After that they took an hour long sightseeing bus tour around the highlights of the city. They were on the open top of the bus and it was nearly full of visitors to the city so when Sian stood up for a better look half the bus passengers saw her pale green knickers every time she moved. Sian was clearly enjoying every minute. Heather, in the row behind also stood up now and then treating the passengers to a view of her disposable nappy. Don was logging all of her behaviour to justify her punishment that night back at the hotel. At the end of the tour the bus driver stood at the bottom of the stairs as the passengers went down and he saw up Sian’s miniskirt with a view of her knickers, she smiled at him as she stepped off the bottom step. He could hardly believe his eyes when he saw Heather next with her nappy showing for all to see, she also smiled at him and put her finger to her lips to keep her secret and winked. The driver winked back and smiled back.
Next they visited the famous Checkpoint Charlie, former crossing point from east to west, preserved for posterity but now in freedom. They stopped near Checkpoint Charlie for some lunch and sat in the window where Sian managed to show her knickers to several young guys passing by. Anyone looking in the window could clearly see that Heather was wearing a nappy because her skirt just wasn’t long enough to go under her bum. When they finished lunch the girls went to the ladies and a few minutes later when they returned to the table Sian handed Peter a small green bundle in her hand and said, ‘Peter, would you put these in your pocket for me please?’ Peter took the bundle and as he felt it his eyes widened and he discreetly showed the others saying, ‘She’s wet her knickers.’ Sian laughed and said, ‘yes and now I’m out and about in Berlin with no knickers at all.’ Heather said, ‘wow Sian, good one, I love it.’
They took a taxi next to see the Berlin Wall memorial, part of the original wall preserved for visitors to see. As Heather got into the taxi she hesitated for a moment and several people clearly saw her nappy under the short skirt. As Sian entered the taxi several passers by saw her bare bum and she didn’t pull down her skirt at all when she sat down in the taxi so the taxi driver got an eyeful when he turned round for a moment, her skirt didn’t quite cover her bush and it was clear she was wearing no underwear. They spent a little time looking at the Berlin Wall memorial and went into the visitor centre to read the displays Etc. When they tried to go into the Chapel of Reconciliation which is also on the same site, the security guard asked them to leave. He pointed to the girl’s very short skirts and said something like ‘unangermessen’ which baffled them but another visitor standing nearby translated for them and explained that the security man was telling them that the revealing skirts were ‘inappropriate’ for the Chapel. A little shamefacedly they apologised to the security man, thanked him and left. The sombre mood occasioned by that exchange didn’t last long because they all agreed that the guard was right and they hadn’t thought about, or intended, offending anyone. A taxi ride took them back into the centre where they strolled along Unter den Linden enjoying the bustle of the pavement cafes. At one point Heather said, ‘sorry folks but I my nappy is getting quite heavy, I’ve wet it twice since lunch. It will fall down if I don’t take it off.’ She stood between a delivery van and one of the trees and discreetly slipped it down her legs to the floor, picked it up and dumped it in a nearby rubbish bin. Don said, ‘That has to be worth a smack.’ ‘Ok,’ Said Heather cheekily, ‘but do it now over that bench’, and she pointed to a slatted bench under the trees. Don sat on the bench and she stood by his side, Don looked around quickly and saw no one nearby so, pulling her down over his knee, delivered two sound smacks to her bare bottom. Heather squealed a little and a young couple walking by just caught a glimpse of the last smack and Heather standing up, her bare bum still visible before her skirt fell back into place. The couple looked at each other then smiled and the girl waved to Heather who immediately waved back. Sian said, ‘I’m bursting for a pee can we go now, I haven’t had the chance to wet a nappy like Heather, I’m getting desperate.’ Peter, a mischievous look in his eye said, Why don’t you stand here and just do it down your legs, you have no knickers on after all, I dare you.’ Sian looked at him and said, ‘alright, why not? But I dare you to sit there and wet while I do and you will have to go back to the hotel with a wet patch.’ Don and Heather egged him on so he finally agreed. They made a strange sight, Sian standing with pee running down her legs in rivulets and snaking round her legs as it went into a puddle and Peter sitting on the bench in the centre of Berlin casually wetting his pants.
They walked a bit more but the afternoon was getting a little chilly and they decided to go back to the hotel. They found a taxi rank and, hiding Peter among them so that his wet pants didn’t show, they managed to get back to the hotel without discovery. Don and Heather went to their room and Don gently lay Heather across the bed, lifted her skirt and spanked her bare bottom giving her a couple of stripes with his new riding crop at the end. Heather squealed delightfully at that and went to admire the two slightly red stripes in the mirror. As soon as Peter and Sian got inside the door of their room Sian grabbed Peter’s trousers and yanked them down around his ankles, put her hands inside his shorts and felt his wet bum. Her dress fell from her shoulders as if by magic and she said to Peter, ’have me, have me now while I can still smell the pee.’
They had agreed to meet in the bar for a drink before setting off to look for a restaurant for dinner but once they had their drinks Sian said, ‘why don’t we stay here for dinner, it was nice the other night and I’m exhausted I don’t know about you folks.’ The rest agreed readily as if they were pleased someone had suggested it. Don said, ‘I have been thinking about a proposition I want to put to you all. It concerns how things will work out after we get back.’ They looked at him a little apprehensively but he quickly said, ‘nothing serious. I’ll tell you over dinner.’
The waiter had already taken their orders so they were soon called to their table in the dining room. ‘OK,’ said Peter, ‘keep us in suspense no longer what have got in mind?’ Don said, ‘hear me out before you say anything and let’s see if you all agree. I have to admit that my relationship with Heather was a bit frustrating before we came here but now I feel as if it has become more real and I for one don’t want to go back to the way it was in the UK so, if she will accept, I want Heather to move into my house in Orchard Crescent so that we can spend more time together. Heather smiled and blushed at the same time and made to say something but Don stopped her and said, ‘there’s more, hold on a minute.’ You Sian, have nothing to go back to except living with your mum and you, Peter bid your wife ‘auf wiedersehen’ as I recall so I can see you needing to move out if you are to have any peace while the divorce solicitors earn their money. Why don’t you and Sian move in with me as well? Heaven knows there is enough room, the place has six bedrooms. I managed to keep the house after the divorce by the skin of my teeth but I hardly ever go in some of the rooms, it’s a huge Victorian place as you know Peter, there is room for us all to have our own rooms if you want or share as you wish.’ I think we get along very well and although I’m sure there will be the odd crossed word now and then, two dogs in the yard, two cats in the kitchen syndrome, but I can’t see that causing much grief. As for privacy that’s always available when someone needs it but we are hardly shy around each other, Nudity, wet knickers, nappies and a spanking here and there is nothing to us.’ They all laughed at that. ‘If you like the idea we should take time when we get back to bash out a simple strategy for how it will all work and we should talk about a separate Bank account we can each pay an agreed sum into so as to keep the pace afloat, Heather, that would be your baby of course.’ I’ve talked enough’, he said, ‘now it’s your turn.’ He smiled at Heather who stood up and threw her arms around him and said, ‘I can think of nothing I would like more, it will upset my mum a bit but hey I’m 23 for God’s sake. ‘It’s a ‘YES’ from me, even if I do have to keep the housekeeping in check.’ Sian had tears in her eyes as she said, ‘Don, that’s the kindest thing anyone has ever done for me, and as for Peter, he had better agree or I’ll pay you to spank him so hard he wets himself and cries for mercy.’ Peter had a serious look on his face as he said, ‘I agree with Sian it is extremely kind of you but, with the utmost respect, it’s easy to plan something like that when we are all so happy but what if you miss the quiet house and it doesn’t go quite as we expect?’ Don sad, ‘I can’t imagine any other three people I would rather be with, you are all so generous spirited and kind, not to mention open minded and daring. I could spend a lifetime looking for three friends like you, I would rather spend a lifetime enjoying friends like you. Sian was in tears again and Heather’s eyes shone with love as she looked at Don. Peter shook Don by the hand and with a slight choke said, ‘thank you Don, thank you.’
They attended their own stand at the trade exhibition the next day and flew the company flag. Then flew home the next day. It was strange going back to the office where all their respective cars were. Heather said to Don, ‘I’ll be round by 8 o’clock and gave him a long hard kiss. Sian said to Peter, ‘come back to mum’s with me for tonight, she is away until the week-end visiting my aunt and it has to be the easiest thing.’ He put up no resistance at all.
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© Roger Ireland 2020 |
This is a story that I wrote for wattpad. It randomly disappeared off of there one day, and my tickets to try to find out why never received responses. But I found a backup of it in my google drive and I thought maybe someone on here might enjoy it. I have written some follow ups to this story, maybe I'll post those too, if there's interest.
It was a hot day in summer. I had been volunteering with a local summer camp. One of the events I ran was dodgeball so I always brought a pair of white athletic shorts to change into for that. I remember I was in a hurry at the end of the last session because I was going with my family to this sort of amusement park type thing in our town. I didn’t want to take the time to fully change so instead I decided to just pull my jean shorts over my athletic ones without bothering to take them off. We had a good time at the park and when my parents said there was just time for one more thing my little brother immediately requested that it be the go kart track. We all agreed that that would be acceptable and we got in line for it. I had to pee a little bit while in line but I decided it wasn’t worth leaving to find the bathroom.
When we got to the front of the line we each got in a kart. The hard plastic was so warm it was slightly uncomfortable, but after a moment it cooled to a dull warmth underneath me that reminded me of a freshly peed in diaper. The warmth and the extra bulk around my crotch area from the extra pair of shorts reminded me heavily of wearing a wet diaper. This got me thinking: ‘what if I peed just a little bit?’ Between the heat and the wind generated by the speed of the karts it could easily dry before we stopped if I only did a little bit. The idea of it was immediately arousing and terrifying at the same time. I knew that was quite a risky game, but a little risk made it that much more exciting, and I couldn’t get over the idea of doing it. I knew if I wanted it to dry before we finished I would have to do it soon.
I concentrated hard. After chickening out at the last moment several times, I was finally able to let out a small spurt of pee. I quickly took a hand off the steering wheel and ran it over the front of my crotch, glancing down between turns to check to see if there was a visible spot. Due to the tininess of the spurt and my extra layers none of the spot was at all visible. Suddenly the anxiety that my bladder seemed to have been feeling about letting pee into my pants seemed to vanish and I had to concentrate hard on keeping my bladder from emptying its remaining contents into my panties.
I was now extremely aroused with the knowledge of my success. I quickly jammed a hand down my pants to check the wetness of both my athletic shorts and my panties and found that the shorts were completely dry and there was only a small wet spot on my panties. Surging with confidence and excitement I decided to let a tiny bit more out. I was slightly worried by just how much easier it was to let the urine out the second time. I let out one small spurt, and then another. Now there were drips steadily coming out, almost a trickle. My brain hadn’t given the ok for this, but hadn’t stopped them either and at this point that seemed to be good enough for my bladder.
My panties now felt wet in a way that they hadn’t the first time. I knew this was bad and that I needed to stop the peeing quickly before I would be unable to hide it from my family, but my labido urged my bladder on and a sense of insane recklessness came over me.
I looked down in horrified fascination as a tiny dark spot appeared on my pants. The reasonable side of my brain was now firing in a panic telling me I needed to stop peeing, but I ignored it.
I watched, heart pumping, as slowly the little spot grew darker and spread in all directions along the denim of my shorts. Finally some sense returned to me and I stopped the flow, but it was too late. There was now a large, glistening wet spot larger than my fist on my crotch and I knew that there was no way it would dry before the end of the ride. Now the true realization of what I had done hit me and I felt heat flush across my face. It wasn’t long before the ride operator directed us to bring the karts back into the parking area, and I glumly complied.
My father’s eyes did a slight double take as he helped me out of my gokart. There was a moment of plain shock on his face as his eyes were fixed on the darkened material of my shorts before he muttered “let's get out of here” and quickly hurried the rest of the family away from the ride, clearly not wanting to explain to the operator that his teenage daughter had just wet her pants in one of his karts. We rushed to the exit where my dad quietly asked me if I wanted to go to the bathroom before we left. I nodded, face burning with embarrassment, and walked hurriedly for the bathroom, as if walking fast enough would keep the family from noticing the large wet spot on my shorts.
In the bathroom I grabbed paper towels and toilet paper and tried to clean myself up as best as I could. I debated taking off my underwear and second pair of shorts but didn’t want to carry them. (If I had been thinking more clearly I would have taken them off and left them in the bathroom, but in my embarrassment the thought didn’t even occur to me) The spot was still blazingly obvious, but I realized that I couldn’t do anything more about it in that bathroom so I returned as casually as I could to my family. No one said anything until we were almost to the car, where my little brother said awkwardly “ did you… pee your pants…?” I covered up the spot with my bag. “It was an accident.” I lied.
When we got home my mother pulled me into my room. “Honey, is everything ok?” my mom asked, looking concerned and uncomfortable. “Yea” I mumbled, not bringing it up on the tiny chance that she hadn’t noticed the spot or been told what had happened by my dad and was just checking in. Then she killed that small hope by saying: “Well sometimes this kind of thing happens. Just try to make sure and go when you feel like you need to” I nodded, too mortified to speak.
She left and I quickly shut the door and locked it. Some of the excitement I had felt earlier returned. I walked over to the mirror so I could view the wet spot from all angles. I felt it. It was now mostly dry, only feeling slightly damp to the touch. I slowly peeled the shorts off. The wet spot on my athletic shorts underneath was somewhat bigger and more wet to the touch. The whiteness of the athletic shorts also revealed a slight yellow tinge to the crotch spot that I found very arousing.
After a moment more admiring I pulled the athletic shorts down on top of the jean shorts and spent a few seconds looking at the large dark spot on my panties before pulling those off too. The panties and jean shorts I put in a pile on my floor to be given to my mother to be washed. After a moment trying to decide what to do with the athletic shorts I hid them in my closet. I didn’t really want to have to explain to my mom that I had been wearing two pairs of shorts as I wasn’t really feeling up to mentioning this ever again at that point.
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Soooo...how's everyone's pandemic going? I genuinely hope you're all well and safe. I'm fine, even though I've been terrible about writing. Clearly not one of those people who uses isolation to be creative! But here's a story I threw together. I love YA novels, so I tried to make this reflect that style - very *angsty* 😊 Thanks for reading!
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“El, what time do you want to leave? Or do you just want to corral us whenever you’re ready?”
Ellie glanced at the dashboard clock. It wasn’t yet 8 PM – fairly early for arriving at a college party. She pursed her lips, thinking.
“Maybe 1:30 at the latest? I have to work tomorrow, but not too early.”
“Your wish is our command, Miss Daisy!” cried Jamie, the second of the two boys in the backseat. Ellie had picked up he and his roommate Gael on her way to the frat party on the edge of town.
“Miss…” Gael stared at his roommate in confusion, but was interrupted by a deep voice from the front seat.
“Miss Daisy was the passenger, dumbass.”
Jamie laughed easily – it was the end of the semester, and the mood was light – but Ellie shot a sideways glare at her third passenger.
As if he sensed Ellie’s ire, Rider Pierce broke into a dazzling grin. “The driver was Morgan Freeman’s character,” he continued, as if his initial statement hadn’t been stark and humorless, “but no one ever remembers the driver’s name!”
Jamie grinned. “Dude, no one our age has even seen that movie!”
“Axiom still stands,” Rider said confidently, taking a sip out of his flask. “Name one famous movie about a chauffeur where you remember the driver’s name.”
Gael looked skeptical. “Didn’t that movie with Viggo Mortenson driving Mahershala Ali win an Oscar?”
“So did Driving Miss Daisy,” countered Rider, “and you still didn’t tell me the character’s name.”
Ellie pulled onto the grass of the expansive frat house lawn, adding to the already-long line of parked cars. “Happy Hogan.”
Rider looked amused but unsurprised, and, not for the first time, Ellie was irritated at his ability to be so effortlessly charming.
“Dubious,” Rider proclaimed. “Happy was obviously promoted to Tony’s head of security and was in a half-dozen movies. Familiarity is a given.”
“So Joseph from Princess Diaries is out, too?” Ellie shot back.
“Not unless you want me to let you win.” Rider gave her another smile that, to another girl, would have been disarming. Ellie was both too experienced and too annoyed for it to work on her.
Unaware of Ellie’s irritation or unwilling to stick around any longer, Gael and Jamie were already heading up the driveway. “Just come get us if you’re ready to leave before 1:30,” Jamie called over his shoulder.
“You don’t have to admit defeat.” Rider smirked and took another swig from his flask. “I’m secure enough in my own rightness to survive without your validation.”
“Too bad that security doesn’t extend to surviving in a given situation without booze.”
If Rider was as stunned as Ellie by her own vehemence, he didn’t show it. “Drinking at a frat party,” he gushed dramatically. “Whoever heard of such a thing? What a hopeless delinquent am I!”
“As if you only get drunk at parties,” Ellie snapped. Walking up a frat house driveway wasn’t the place for this conversation, but Rider’s grating nonchalance smashed through Ellie’s hesitance. “You haven’t been willingly sober this whole semester.”
This accusation at least earned Ellie a raised eyebrow. “Didn’t know you were such a prohibitionist, Els.” His tone was light, but Ellie knew him well enough to hear a slight tension in his voice. “But as I am a fully legal adult, I’m really not sure why you’re so worried about me.”
“You can drink yourself stupid, for all I care.” The words tumbled out of Ellie’s mouth. “I just don’t want you dragging my brother down with you.”
Rider stopped abruptly and turned to face Ellie. His eyes glittered like shards of ice, sharp and hard, in his now-stony face. “If literally anyone other than Brett’s sister had said that, I’d’ve punched them.”
Ellie didn’t twitch. It’s not that she didn’t believe Rider, but that she’d known him almost her entire life. And in that time, she’d never once back down from a fight with him. “Where’s the lie?” she asked coolly. “You drink yourself into oblivion on a daily basis, and you don’t think your roommate and best friend is gonna be affected?”
Rider’s chest swelled with a deep inhale. “Call me a drunk all you want, but you don’t get to imply that I’d hurt your brother. Ever.”
Ellie glared back, but at that moment, another car pulled in, blaring music. It was enough to crack the tension and remind them both that they were standing in the middle of a driveway, presumably on their way to enjoy the last party before spring break.
As usual, Rider recovered first. He tipped back his flask, finishing whatever he had inside. “You know how much I enjoy our verbal skirmishes, Ellearia, but I promised Jesse a round of beer pong.” He bounced his eyebrows for flourish and turned away.
In an instant, Ellie’s flaming indignation fizzled into resignation. What had she been thinking? It’s not like Rider didn’t know about her concerns. And it’s not like she’d made any headway before.
“Els!”
Straightening her shoulders as if to physically shed the failed argument, Ellie pivoted toward the sound of her name. Yung Min, a girl from her ultimate team, was climbing out of the car that had just parked. Ellie pasted on a smile and joined the group, heading up to the house.
A lifelong connoisseur of people-watching, Ellie found that pre-spring break parties were second only to end-of-year parties in the college calendar for sheer joy. Everyone was celebrating getting through midterms or excited for impending beach vacations, lending a distinct air of glee to the gathering. The frat house was huge, and Ellie was sure there were over 300 people in attendance. She wandered through the house, nabbing a soda and greeting friends – both hers and her brother’s.
***
Brett, Ellie’s one-year-older brother, was in D.C. for a grad school interview, but it wasn’t wholly unusual for Ellie to be spending time with Rider on her own. Brett and Rider had met in preschool and had been best friends ever since. By virtue of Ellie’s own close relationship with Brett, Rider had become practically a second brother. She certainly fought with Rider more than she did with Brett – Brett was easygoing and nonconfrontational by nature – but she never doubted their loyalty to each other.
Despite their closeness, Ellie hadn’t really planned on attending the same university as her brother, but it had the one of the best pre-law programs in the country, so she swallowed the inevitable “little sister tagging along” stereotype. Other than the obvious benefits of sharing rides home for break, Ellie found she liked being close to Brett and Rider. It gave her a built-in but not exclusive social group, and it had been an easy choice to move off-campus to the same apartment complex. Currently, Ellie and her roommate lived across the hall from Brett and Rider.
Ellie loved getting to watch her brother and his best friend grow into young men. She relished the rare privilege of having such close relationships for such a long time. But her junior year had taken a turn.
It’s not that Rider (or any of them, to be honest) had been a teetotaler before turning 21, but his drinking had skyrocketed his senior year. It wasn’t just drinking more heavily at parties, it was the near-constant presence and use of his flask, bottles of beer, and even water bottles that definitely didn’t contain water in class.
When asked – because obviously neither Brett nor Ellie were gonna let such a behavioral change pass without comment – Rider would laugh, insisting that he was fine, that he just wanted to enjoy his senior year. He was comparatively careful; he didn’t make a fool of himself, and he certainly never drove drunk. In fact, most people who interacted with Rider had no idea that he’d rarely been fully sober since summer.
The whole situation baffled Ellie. She’d known Rider practically her whole life, and she didn’t believe him for a second when he claimed that his drinking was nothing more than a harmless joyride through his last year of college. But he wasn’t deviating from his party line, and Ellie had grown increasingly frustrated with feeling like she barely knew him anymore.
***
A burst of laughter shook Ellie from her thoughts, and she pulled out her phone to check the time. With a slight cringe, she realized that she’d been ruminating for nearly a half hour, barely paying attention to her friends. She was standing in a cluster on the back patio with a few of her ultimate teammates. There were two pong tables set up, and at least two cornhole sets within view.
There was a roar from one of the pong tables, and Ellie glanced over to see Rider with his arms raised in victory. She watched as he grabbed a full Solo cup and downed it in one. The crowd cheered in approval.
Ellie was still staring when Rider slammed the cup down on the table and looked up. He caught her eye and paused, a flicker disrupting the triumphant look on his face. It was so quick, Ellie thought she must have imagined it though, because by the time she blinked, Rider had broken eye contact and was seemingly searching for a refill.
Repeatedly irritated with herself, Ellie decided she needed more deliberate distraction. The Alpha Rho parties were renowned for their variety of activities, so she knew if she searched the house, she’d find something distracting. It took a few minutes, but she found a boisterous room of board games upstairs, and she quickly joined a burgeoning round of Settlers of Catan.
The plan worked, and the next few hours flew by. Ellie enjoyed the strategic competition, and there was a convenient cooler in the room to replenish her soda. After a couple of rounds of Catan, a short-rules game of Trivial Pursuit, and a side-splitting session of Cards Against Humanity, Ellie found herself yawning. She checked her phone and saw that it was after 1 AM.
Grinning at how much she’d enjoyed herself, Ellie stretched her arms wide and pushed herself to her feet. Swallowing the last of her latest drink, she bid goodbye to her fellow gamers and started to search for her passengers.
Gael was easy enough to find on the dance floor, and he led her to Jamie in the kitchen, deep in some discussion about the trade deadline. Neither of them seemed upset by leaving – they were both too intoxicated to drive and were grateful for the free ride home.
Finding Rider didn’t take too much longer, given the still-crowded party. He was lounging in a chair on the patio, loosely holding a half-empty bottle. His eyes were noticeably bleary when he looked up, but he smiled easily.
“My coachwoman awaits!” he announced to the group. “Looks like my time here is up.”
Ellie considered rolling her eyes, but opted for benevolence instead. “Just sharing the facts, my liege,” she said silkily. “I’m leaving now. You’re welcome to take an Uber or something.”
“Never,” Rider proclaimed dramatically, pushing himself to his feet. “Your wish is my command, good lady. Just let me…”
He trailed off and raised his bottle to his lips, finishing the contents in seconds. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, gave an exaggerated bow to the other partygoers, stumbling slightly.
This time, Ellie did roll her eyes, heading back through the house. She didn’t bother slowing down to stay in step with Gael and Jamie. Breathing deeply, she tried to tamp down the rising rage, disappointment, and fear. Seeing Rider so obviously drunk, even though she knew he drank almost constantly, brought back every ounce of ire she’d felt when they arrived. She was sick of Rider’s drinking, and she was sick of not being able to help.
She heard quick footsteps behind her, but didn’t turn as Rider jogged to her side and draped his arm over her shoulder.
“El-bell, don’t-“
“Stop it,” Ellie hissed, shaking his arm off. “Don’t say anything. You sound gross, slurring your words like that.”
Rider drew back, and for a second, he almost looked hurt, but that could’ve just been his face transitioning from a grin to a sneer. “Easy there, Carrie Nation. You don’t want to make a scene.”
“Right, like I’m the one looking like an idiot here.
Ellie knew she was being mean. She knew it was futile, and she knew it was fair to Gael and Jamie, who were both quiet as they all reached her car. Ellie didn’t say anything else as she walked around to the driver’s side.
She unlocked the doors, miles more tired than she’d been ten minutes ago, but just as she sat down, she heard a yelp from Gael.
“I don’t have my phone!” He was still standing next to the car, patting his pockets. “Can I run back inside and look for it? I think I know where it is!”
Ellie nodded and tried to smile. “Of course. We’ll just wait here.”
Gael practically sprinted back toward the house, and Ellie smiled for real at his consideration. Mildly placated, she turned on the radio to cover the would-be awkward silence.
Playing along – or just totally unconcerned – Rider asked Jamie his plans for spring break. Ellie could tell he was making an effort not to slur his speech as much, and she was both impressed and disgusted at how well he could play…well, if not sober, then at least not wasted. Naturally gregarious, Rider kept the conversation flowing easily for ten minutes until Gael returned.
“Sorry!” Gael panted, sliding into the car. “I thought I’d left it on a window sill by the dance floor, but someone had already moved it to the lost and found, did you know they eve have an official ‘party lost and found’, this place is great!”
Ellie had the car in reverse before Gael finished rambling. He and Jamie lived fairly close to the frat house, but she and Rider lived on the other side of town. It wasn’t a huge town, of course, but she was already dreading the 15 minutes she’d have to spend in the car alone with Rider.
Gael’s praise set off enough of a discussion of the merits of Alpha parties to fill the brief drive to the first apartment. Ellie pulled up to the boys’ building, and both Jamie and Gael thanked her profusely, wishing them both a wonderful and relaxing spring break.
Practically before the back doors even shut, Rider had pulled out his flask.
“Christ,” Ellie muttered. “You’re at the point where you can’t go 15 minutes without having a drink?”
“Maybe I need a psychoactive substance to get through a ride with you,” Rider shot back, but his voice no longer held any light or teasing tone.
“Oh, yeah, a car ride across town with your best friend’s sister, a 50-minute class, watching a college basketball game…your life is just filled with so many difficult events that require alcoholic mollification!” Ellie was baiting him, and she wasn’t at all surprised when he refused to rise to her goading.
“Leave it alone, Ellie,” Rider growled and shifted, as if he was trying to move as far away from her as possible. “My body, my choice, right?”
Ellie huffed, but didn’t respond. Technically, Rider’s argument was currently correct – he wasn’t hurting anyone else with his drinking. He wasn’t violent, he wasn’t getting arrested, he wasn’t behind on his payments or anything.
They sat without speaking for several minutes, but as Ellie pulled onto Main Street, her patience evaporated once more.
“No, we’re doing this,” she demanded. “I’ve known you my whole damn life, and you know I’ve never wanted to control you or some bullshit like that.”
She glanced over at Rider, but he only shifted again, deliberately looking away from her.
“This isn’t…God, Rider, I don’t care if you want to ‘enjoy your senior year’ or whatever, but you’re literally…like, this is alcoholism! Like, you’re entirely dependent on alcohol, and that’s not OK!”
She looked over again, and though Rider’s posture definitely signaled discomfort, he still didn’t say anything.
“God damnit, Rider.” Ellie squeezed the steering wheel, knuckles white with frustration. “Why don’t you care? How do you not see how unhealthy this is?”
Still nothing. Ellie’s voice practically squeaked with vexation. “Rider! I mean it! How-“
“Let me out.”
Rider’s voice was low, but absolutely serious, and Ellie had to fight to keep her eyes on the road rather than staring at him incredulously.
“What?”
“Let me out of the car, Ellie.” Rider was angry, urgent, and Ellie nearly screamed.
“Are you out of your mind? We’re in the middle of Main Street! I can’t just pull up to the sidewalk, and I’m not gonna let you-“
But apparently, a stop sign was more than enough for Rider, because he’d unbuckled his seatbelt and leapt from the car as soon as Ellie slowed down.
“Rider!” she shrieked, staring after him, then looking around frantically to see where she could pull over. It was almost 1:30 in the morning, and really, no one else was around, so she made a quick right and pulled into the empty bank parking lot, ranting before she even put the car in park.
“What the actual fuck, Rider? You can’t just jump out of a moving car because you don’t like the conversation, you dumb, selfish-“
Ellie cut herself off again as she rounded the corner and saw Rider standing stock-still in the middle of the sidewalk, an obvious patch of darkness spreading down the front of his pants.
“What are you…” Ellie’s rant energy forced the words out of her mouth before she could stop them, even though she knew exactly what was happening. The old-fashioned street lamps were dim, but more than illuminated the wetness. After a few seconds, a trickling sound pattered on the quiet street.
The sound seemed to go on for far too long, amplified by the otherwise complete silence. Rider stood bent slightly at the waist, as if he’d been punched in the stomach.
Ellie didn’t know how long they both stood there, her staring at him and him staring at the ground, before she finally spoke.
“Why didn’t you say something?”
“I did say something,” he mumbled. “I told you to let me out.”
“In the middle of an argument!” Ellie exclaimed. “You didn’t say you had to pee!”
Rider twitched. “Sorry I didn’t broadcast my every thought. Didn’t feel like giving you more ammo for your anti-alcohol crusade.”
The illogic of that statement didn’t need a response, so Ellie just stared at him, perplexed as to how she’d gone from enjoying Cards Against Humanity an hour ago to standing in the middle of downtown, fighting with a 22-year-old man who had just wet himself on the sidewalk.
“I’ll walk home.”
Such a ridiculous claim was enough to jar Ellie from her dismay. “Cool. I’m coming with you.”
Ellie expected at least irritation in response to her answer, but when Rider met her gaze, he just looked tired. “Els, don’t be stup-“
“You know what would be stupid?” Ellie interrupted. “Letting my brother’s best friend, who is quantifiably and admittedly drunk, walk two and a half miles home after midnight.” She stopped herself from adding “in wet pants.”
“And what do you care?” Rider snarled, his eyes flashing. “It’s not like there’s anyone around for me to drag down with me.”
Ellie flinched at his sudden vehemence, but then clenched her jaw. “For fuck’s sake, Rider, don’t be petulant,” she snapped. “You know I didn’t mean that, but I’ll say it for you anyway. Of course I fucking care about you. I care about your drinking because you’re my brother’s best friend and you’re like a fucking brother to me, and I’m so indescribably sick of watching you hurt yourself!”
“I’m not hurting myself,” Rider grumbled.
“Right, sure,” Ellie scoffed. “There’s totally nothing wrong with pissing yourself in the middle of Main Street. You’re totally fine with that.”
“It doesn’t hurt,” Rider said, but his near-whining voice did nothing to bolster his claim.
Ellie raised her eyebrows. “Might not now, but it will if you walk home. That’ll chafe like a bitch after 2 blocks.”
Rider didn’t say anything right away, but he also didn’t immediately start walking away, which Ellie took as a promising sign. “Come on, man,” she said in a slightly gentler tone. “It’s a ten-minute drive.”
There was another pause, and Rider looked down. “I’m not getting in your car like this.”
“Ri, she’s a 2003 Camry. She’s seen worse,” Ellie insisted wryly. “You know she’s seen worse.”
Ellie could see Rider’s chest rise and fall as he seemed to consider his options.
“Look, I’m sure I’ve got some old grocery bags or an Amazon box or something that you can sit on.”
She watched Rider’s eyebrows draw in, a sure-fire signal of his stubbornness, but his reply was quiet.
“Fine.”
Internally, she nearly melted with relief, but physically, Ellie just nodded and turned back to the car, letting Rider follow her. True to her word, she reached in the backseat and pulled some random plastic bags from the floor to put in the passenger seat. Rider dipped his head as he sat down, his shoulders visibly tense.
Ellie silently thanked God that the radio was still on when she started the car, because she knew there would be no more talking. The rest of the drive passed quickly, and their apartment building was quiet when they got back.
Rider walked slightly ahead of Ellie up the stairs, then paused at his door.
“You’re gonna tell Brett?”
He wasn’t facing her, but he hadn’t opened the door.
“Yes.” Ellie saw no point in lying.
Rider just nodded, and Ellie saw a flash of the boy she grew up with, the one who would joke around in class, but never argue when given detention. Rider, more than anyone, had taught Ellie to own up to her mistakes and accept the consequences.
“Do you want me to clean your car?” Rider stayed half-facing his own door, but at least he wasn’t snapping anymore.
“It’s fine.” Ellie shrugged. “I mean, you can Febreze it if you really want to, but it’s really fine.”
Rider nodded again. He opened the door and flipped on the light. Ellie stared, unsure of what to do next.
“You’ll…” she said suddenly, before he could close the door. “You’ll get Brett from the airport tomorrow? Because I’ll be at work.”
This time, Rider turned around, the corner of his mouth lifted into the barest of smiles. “I know,” he promised. “I’ve got his flight information.”
Feeling oddly relieved, Ellie opened her own door. “OK. Just checking. Night.”
Rider looked at her tenderly as he closed the door. “Night, Els.” |
David and Janet were both councillors on the regional council, although that was all that they had in common. In his early thirties, David was quite young for a Councillor but he was well respected and took his position seriously. He was a quiet, thoughtful young man and had gained respect both from his peers and those he represented. He lived in a council flat within the ward he represented and worked hard to help his fellow residents, many of whom were suffering economic hardship.
Janet, on the other hand , was much older, in her t their mid fifties. She had moved with her husband to a big house on the edge of the largest town in the area when he had secured a position with a booming energy company. They had no children and her husband was away quite often. At first Janet had involved herself in charity work before a friend had suggested she stand for election. She had been slightly surprised to find herself elected, but had promised herself that she would do all she could to help those who had put their faith in her.
Janet always kept herself looking smart and was still a very attractive woman. She dressed smartly and kept herself in reasonable shape, although she was carrying a few extra pounds in some areas.
Both Janet and David were on the area planning sub-committee and were waiting in the members lounge at the council building for a planning sub-committee meeting to start. There were four other members, all older men who were either retired or self employed. They sat drinking coffee and eating biscuits whilst they waited to be told where the meeting was to be held. After a few moments one of the lead planning officials appeared, along with the committee clerk, a tall thin woman with a stern expression. The official caught their attention before announcing that the morning part of the meeting wouldn't be held in the offices but instead would involve a couple of site visits to assess two rather contentious applications. One was for a large new house in a scenic area of the countryside, whilst the other was for the conversion and extension of a derelict church building on a small island. The area served by the committee covered several large towns, some smaller villages, as well as the rural surroundings and several islands. Some of the islands had considerably populations whilst others were small with only a few residents. The official then stated that they would be leaving in a mini bus in ten minutes.
On hearing this announcement David rise and headed for the toilets. When he got there he was disappointed to find both urinals in use and the only cubicle occupied. He had always been rather "pee shy", and rather than wait until a place became free he decided to leave, thinking that he would always find a toilet somewhere later.
Janet also decided to head for the toilet before leaving. She had taken her usual juice at breakfast, along with two mugs of coffee and she had also had another two cups in the lounge just now, so reasoned that it would be sensible to use the loo before heading out. On her way she was stopped in the corridor by a senior official who wished to discuss a sensitive matter regarding something going on in her ward. The discussion took longer than expected, and in the end she had to rush to catch the mini bus without using the toilet. She reasoned that if they were going to an island they would be travelling on a ferry, so she would be able to get to a toilet then. She wasn't needing badly at the moment anyway, but a visit would have made her more comfortable.
The mini bus took them out of town and along familiar roads until they turned off the main road and along a single track one. Finally they pulled over and the official explained the situation regarding the application for the big house before they all got out and viewed the site. They had to stand around listening to him explain how the proposals fitted in with the current policy and also the aspects that raised concerns. The process lasted about twenty minutes before they all climbed back abort the mini bus to head for the ferry.
David sat in the bus, becoming increasingly aware of his bladder. He was now wishing he had waited and used the toilet in the offices as he was starting to need quite badly. To take his mind off things he started studying his fellow passengers, especially the two women. He quickly dismissed the clerk, as she wasn't particularly attractive and reminded him of an old style school mistress. Janet, though, was a different matter entirely. She was extremely attractive, especially to someone like him who had always secretly admired older women. He started to imagine what her body was like. Her tight skirt showed off her curves nicely and she had what he considers a lovely set of breasts too. He could almost feel the smooth, soft skin of her thighs and imagined himself fondling her firm breasts. Then he snapped out of his daydream, thinking that she was well out of his league. Although he was tall, muscular and fit, he didn't think of himself as being particularly attractive to women, especially ones like Janet.
On the minibus it was quite warm , as it was a lovely day out there. The clerk had been handing out bottles of water and now Janet sat sipping from hers. She definitely was going to have to use a toilet soon, but kept sipping away at her water out of habit as she always like to keep herself hydrated. She was looking forward to getting to the ferry terminal where she could relieve herself as she was becoming distinctly uncomfortable. She sat with her thighs tightly squeezed together and was finding it hard to ignore the signals from her bladder, much as she tried.
After another half an hour of travelling the planning official announced that they weren't going by the normal ferry to the island, as that would have involved a long detour around some of the other islands. Instead they were going by a small passenger boat from a slipway directly opposite the island. It would mean a shorter journey and they would get back in time for their afternoon meeting. On hearing this, Janet became rather concerned. She had been relying on using the toilets at the terminal or on the ferry, and was hoping gat there would still be a toilet somewhere she could use, as she was now getting close to being desperate.
The minibus turned off the road and onto a small track. At the end was a small, empty car park above a jetty with a small boat tied beside it. There was nothing else - no buildings anywhere and certainly no toilets. Janet looked around with increasing alarm. She now badly needed to pee, but it was obvious that there was nowhere here where she could possibly relieve herself. She would just have to grin and bear it. She thought to herself that there would probably be toilets at the other side she could use and that, although uncomfortable, she could wait till then.
They boarded the boat and headed off. By now David was really feeling the need to pee. He sat with crossed legs again trying his best to ignore his bladder but with limited success. He was going to have to slip off somewhere for a piss soon, as there was absolutely no chance of him holding till they got back to the town. The vibration of the boat engine through the hard wooden seats wasn't helping matters any either and he wished he could just stand up and let go over the side of the boat. If there had only been males in the group he would probably have considered it, but with two women present there was no way he could.
Janet was finding the vibration through the seat as well. She had to keep shifting position to stay comfortable and was really needing a toilet rather badly. She certainly hadn't been thinking that she would have to hold on so long without the possibility of relief and was longing to get to the other side.
After twenty minutes on the sea, which was thankfully flat calm, they landed at another small jetty. Again there were no buildings of any kind, but just a lobster creels and fishing nets lying about. A battered old minibus was waiting for them and they piled aboard. It was a short trip to the old church site, but the bumpy road was torture for Janet's bladder. She had to discreetly slip a hand between her thighs to give herself a squeeze on several occasions as the minibus bumped along the track up the hill.
They reached the site and got out. When they did so the official asked the driver to take the vehicle back down the track to the road and to wait for them there. He didn't want the vehicle impeding on their sense of the view. They there gathered around and listened as the official went through the same procedure as earlier. He walked them around the outside of the building, which stood on the hill at the very top of the island with a commanding view all around. It was locked, so they couldn't go inside but examined all sides and listened to what was being proposed before standing back in a group at the head of the track.
While this was happening, Janet was having difficulty standing still. She had both hands in the pockets of her light coat, holding herself through the material. Her legs were crossed and she was squeezing her thighs tightly together. By now she was extremely concerned, as she finally realised that there was no way that she was going to be able to hold on until they were back in civilisation. This thought brought on more panic in her mind, as she suddenly realised that she had never peed outside before - ever. She had only ever peed in a proper toilet and until now had never had any cause to consider doing so. But now she was being forced to consider doing exactly that. She simply had to think of something before the unthinkable happened and she wet herself.
By the end of the officials spiel David was almost beside himself. He simply had to pee soon or he was going to have an accident. All the while the talking had been going on he had been shuffling about with one hand in his pocket twisting his penis continually to avoid leaking. He simply had to find some way of having a piss or he would end up embarrassing himself.
When the official was finished he drew the group away from the building to the head of the track. They stood looking around and admiring the views, or at least some of them did. David saw his chance and slipped away and round the back of the building, where, as soon as he was out of sight and almost leaking in his pants, he unzipped and whipped out his dick before unleashing a noisy torrent of pent up pee.
Janet had now resigned herself to the fact that if she wasn't going to wet herself she was going to have to take her first ever outdoor pee. She said to the others that she had noticed a feature on the far side of the building and was just going to take a photo of it before leaving. She hobbled around the side of the building, and as soon as she was out of sight of the others, started to pull up the hem of her tight skirt. She then rounded the corner to be met with the sight of David standing with his feet apart, one hand against the wall, his head held back, eyes closed and his other hand holding his penis from which a torrent of pee was pouring out. She stopped in her tracks. Normally the sight of a handsome young man's penis would have clauses her to bro moist between her legs, but in her condition she suddenly felt herself grow moist for a totally different reason as the first spurt of pee leaked into her knickers. She muttered an apology whilst quickly pulling up her skirt, whipping down her knickers and tights as she dropped into a squat with pee gushing from her splashing her knickers and shoes. She kept apologising as she squatted peeing freely now and not caring whether or not David was seeing everything. As the flow eased she looked up and around to see David now as he struggled to fit his enlarged member back into his trousers. When she had eventually finished he walked past her and told her not to worry , as he would act as lookout until she sorted herself out. Grateful, she smiled at him before drying herself of as best she could before they both headed back to joint the others, much relieved. |
Chapter 2:
Thankfully it was still just daylight and he had already looked up the building and route on google street map. Will had prepared for everything in his head. Everything, that was, except his need to urinate. The seatbelt was pressing into his swollen bladder and he could feel the weight of all the liquid he had consumed swishing about inside him. He should have been home right now standing in front of his beloved personal porcelain toilet, the only one he felt comfortable using. His body sent a small spasm at that thought as his urethra pushed once again for release.
Yet he had come this far. His life had to change and he knew it. If that meant having to hold his urine in that bit longer then so be it. His anxiety was controlling him and he had to get some of that control back.
Will sat in his car trying to control his breathing. He could look up where the building was, he could plan the route and have a snack and water with him ready, but he still had no way of knowing who would be in the building, where to go or how he would ever manage to speak to a therapist. He could not remember the last time he had a proper conversation with anyone. It was hard enough saying good morning how on earth would he answer in depth questions from a stranger?
Will was sweating, breathing much faster than he should have and, without realising it,he had his hand over his crotch again. ‘Get yourself together Will. You can do this. Breathe....stay calm...you are in control’ he spoke to himself slowly and calmly until he gained the courage to turn off the car engine and finally walk to the entrance of the building. He looked around but as the building was located in a quite backstreet there was no-one around. He crossed his legs and rang the bell. Inside his head screamed to run, his bladder screamed for release and his legs were turning to jelly. As the buzzer sounded he opened the door tentatively, terrified of what might await him.
He scanned the room, which already seemed to be closing around him, and noticed an empty waiting area, a desk with one young girl at it who he avoided giving eye contact to and a few doors with labels on that he could not quite read as his eyes struggled to focus due to his anxiety.
He tried to speak but the words would not come out.
It was like the young girl knew. She spoke quietly, but reassuringly, and asked if he was William Highland. Will nodded, looking everywhere but where she was. Now he was nearer the doors he could see that one was marked ‘ladies’, one ‘gents’ and the other a little way down just read ‘in use’. Seeing the word ‘gents’ somehow increased Will’s need to release his bladder instantly and he slipped his hands into his suit trouser pocket to grab his member tightly. He so longed to pee but he hadn’t used any toilet except the one in his apartment for maybe four years now and he just didn’t think he could change that, even though his entire body wanted to. If ever he needed a reminder of why he needed therapy this was it.
‘If you just have a seat Sarah will be with you very shortly,’ she said kindly. The word ‘shortly’ seemed to echo in his ears as Will fought the urge to walk out, drive away and get to the safety of his home.
Instead he fought against his thoughts and found the furthest seat away from the desk as he could. He immediately crossed his legs and looked at the floor. He had no knowledge of doing so but he subtly rocked on the seat, nerves and a bursting bladder combining together to fight for his attention. How could he not just open the gents and use a cubicle or even a urinal? He tried to rationalise in his mind how unlikely it would be for anyone to be in there, let alone hear him as he released his huge torrent. He tried willing himself to walk the few metres to open that door but no matter how hard he tried his legs refused to work.
He was fidgety and restless, nervous, terrified and bursting. It was an awful combination as he uncrossed his legs, leaned forward and bounced both feet on the carpet, looking down at the coffee table with sweat beads forming on his forehead making his blond curls wet.
Just then he heard a door open and he turned his entire body to face away from everyone like a naughty child caught doing something he shouldn’t.
He heard a voice: A beautiful, angelic, calming voice, call his name. He was instantly drawn like a magnet as his whole body turned as if a secret invisible current was pulling him. He stood, suddenly his legs now able to take his weight, his heart still thumping in his chest, as he walked towards the voice like an animal drawn to food. Silently he slid himself into the counselling room, still looking at the floor, as he stood there aware of an incredible, amazing aura but just as aware of a throbbing in his pants. He crossed his legs suddenly and raised his eyes to see two leather arm chairs with a small table between them with a box of tissues, a jug of water and two glasses and a small plate of biscuits.
Will placed his bag on the floor and sat down on one of the seats, still sweating and terrified, yet with a pride in himself that he had got this far. He’d made it. He had got way further than he had thought he would. He wasn’t going to let his bladder ruin things now. |
Chapter 4
Sarah continued the paperwork as Will continued to shift about and nod. Then she handed him a pen to sign a few forms. Will looked up as far as her hand and tried to take the pen, but terrified of touching her beautiful, perfect hand he missed entirely and the pen fell to the floor. He slid forward on his chair, sliding one hand between his legs to squeeze his penis through his suit trousers and using the other to pick up the pen. God did he need to pee so bad. He lifted the clip board which Sarah had rested on the coffee table and leaned forward with his legs bouncing to sign his name. Under signature it read ‘please print name’ and Will wrote ‘Will Highland’ in perfect capital letters.
Sarah picked up the clip board and pen from the coffee table and returned them to the shelf behind her client. While out of sight she held her crotch and pee danced, so grateful for the fact she had decided to wear her navy suit trousers and white blouse today rather than her tight black skirt from yesterday. She was worried about her client who seemed so bound by anxiety he could not speak, but more concerned about her own bladder which was pounding for release already. It hardly seemed possible she could go from just needing to desperate this quick but then again she had drank plenty and not been near a toilet all day!
With Sarah out of sight Will too had been holding himself and rubbing. He could feel his piss seeping down his urethra and ready to burst out. He was dying for a loo but unable to say. This was torture.
As Sarah sat down she was struck by how awkward and uncomfortable her client looked. Of course everyone was nervous seeing her for the first time but this was different. The inability to give eye contact, or speak, the shifting about and general anxiety was on a whole new level. He was cute as hell but bound by something she longed to unravel. She suddenly had a brain wave...
She walked over to a cupboard and rummaged about, coming back a moment later with a whiteboard and pen. She wrote on one side the word ‘yes’ and on the other ‘no’. Her first question was simple and inspired from her earlier forms.
‘William, it’s perfectly ok not to speak. I accept you fully and respect you regardless. Would you feel more comfortable communicating using this?’
‘Will raised his head finally to see the board, though Sarah’s words were touching him somewhere deep inside his heart. His eyes were tearing up but what he didn’t expect was his entire body reacting as his eyes met the sheer beauty and wonder of Sarah’s face. Her hair, so naturally auburn and shining with vitality and splendour, her eyes, gleaming with hope, reassurance and sexual appeal, her nose so perfect and touchable, her lips so tender and kissable. His heart almost missed a beat, the hairs on his arms standing up and his penis now suddenly erect and ready. He had never in his entire life experienced this. He longed with all his being to touch this special spectacular princess, smell her, taste her, hold her. He wanted to be inside her more than anything. Then he instantly came to himself and looked away. What on earth was he thinking! His heart and body were putty in this stranger’s hands and there was nothing he could do to regain control of it.
Sarah wasn’t expecting William to look up. She most definitely wasn’t expecting to see the most deep, passionate, perfect brown eyes meet hers. Her entire body was set alight. His hairline, his skin, his perfectly trimmed beard...oh how she longed with all her being to passionately kiss those lips. Suddenly he looked away and the electricity souring through her body tried to ease down. She’d never in her life felt this with anyone. But he was a client, and her stupid bladder would just not stop throbbing either!
She found herself lost in wonder, lost in thought, lost for words. What was she going to ask him again? Oh yes she remembered now.
‘Would you prefer I called you Will?’
Will had never been so glad in all his life to have a sudden erection. He tried pressing the end of his penis down to keep it from standing up obviously through his suit trousers. So ok his attention was still on his nether regions but at least, for the next few minutes or so, he was no longer in danger of pissing himself!
He pointed to the ‘yes’ on the whiteboard.
‘Great! Then it’s great to meet you Will. I’m Sarah and I hope we can get to know each other better so I can help you work through things that are bothering you. As I said I accept you exactly as you are and together we will do whatever it takes to get you comfortable and released from anything that is causing you pain or discomfort or irritating you. I’ll go at your pace and you can guide me. My role is to see you happy, at peace and comfortable being you. Does that sound ok?’
So right now his body longed to make love to a stranger, piss an ocean and then eat some dinner but he was pretty sure she wasn’t being that literal and she was referring to the anxiety that bound his entire life, even right now to the point of struggling to communicate his physical needs. He had no hesitation in pointing to the yes on the board as his erection began fading as his bladder sent an urgent reminder of how desperate he was to piss. Boy this was awkward. No wonder he was anxious!
Sarah tried to concentrate but two things were consuming her thoughts: she swore the man sitting right in front of her had the biggest erection she had ever seen which made her want him so badly her vagina was pushing out mucus like a machine in overdrive, and secondly the wet mucus in her pants was about to get joined by a days worth of urine as she was absolutely dying to pee!
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Chapter 6:
Will had forgotten about the receptionist. Sarah was standing holding the door open for him with her legs crossed and a hand between them. God she was so stunning, even more so with a full bladder. He could feel his erection start to grow again as his eyes stared at her thighs, her round hips and her legs. She looked just as desperate to go as he was and he felt so foolish, so vulnerable, standing with a hand down his trousers holding himself through his underwear. His face was red, his body hot and flustered, his abdomen swollen with a bloated bladder. Yet try as he might he could not leave the room while that receptionist was there. Anxiety had taken control again.
Sarah willed him to keep moving. She held the door open with her eyes fixed on his crotch. With the top button of Will’s trousers undone, the fly half unzipped, and his hand gripping himself through his navy blue boxers, she was entranced. This was the stuff of her fantasies only. She had never in her life seem a man so openly dying to piss, so handsomely holding himself, so fidgety and squirming. She was in heaven. Well all except the fact she was now dripping slowly from her private area and about to flood her consulting room with a days worth of pee. What was stopping Will moving?
Will raced back to the table and grabbed the pen. He bent over pee dancing like a child on edge. Shaking, he somehow finished his sentence. ‘Help’.
‘I need help’
Sarah didn’t know what deep rooted fears were preventing Will from just running to the gents. All she knew was he was on edge yet bound, desperate yet unable to bring himself to breakthrough. She had promised to help him and while this was way outside of her comfort realm, far beyond anything a therapist should ever dream of doing, unethical and absolutely unprofessional in every way, she knew she had to put all that aside to help her client through this.
She gently took Will by the hand and pulled him towards the door. ‘We’ll get through this together Will. Come on.’
Will’s bladder sent another spasm as tears filled in his eyes. He had never been so vulnerable, so helpless, so dependent on another person in his life. Holding Sarah’s hand made his penis fill with blood again. Just that physical touch from a female that he had never experienced before yet had longed for forever.
Sarah pulled him to the door and pulled it open. Before he knew it they were both in the empty waiting room, running hand in hand, both with their other hands between their legs. Running, hobbling; together with the same urgent throbbing need. The only place Will could look at was the carpet so his eyes blinked when the flooring suddenly changed to white tiles and he realised he was finally in a bathroom.
‘Right, let’s go’ he heard as Sarah dropped his hand and headed for a stall.
Will ran to the stall nearest the window, pulling his trousers to his knees and fishing his throbbing penis from his damp boxers. He had no time to push the door shut. This hurt.
Sarah could not quite believe what she had just done. Here she was pulling her suit trousers and cotton pants down and finally sitting on the toilet at last. Just two stalls away was a man she had only met half an hour ago in the ladies bathroom at her work about to unleash a full bladder. She had brought a man into the ladies! What on earth possessed her to do that? ‘Desperation can cause you to do the craziest of things’, she thought, as she smiled and kicked the door over while her bladder finally relaxed and exploded it’s huge contents into the toilet. She never wanted this feeling to end as she closed her eyes and thought about the man just two stalls away doing the exact same as she was.
If only Will could pee. He stood there aiming his exhausted penis to the pan willing it to work so badly. He closed his eyes listening intently to the urine exploding from Sarah two stalls away. All that did was make him hard again and he could never master peeing from an erect penis. But he so badly needed this. He so needed to push past his anxiety and get release. As much as he was now turned on he was sure he could not cum. Not with such a huge bladder and aching testicles. He tried stroking his long erection as Sarah’s pee splashed louder and more violently. He was incredibly aroused now having cum so often to videos of woman pee dancing and finally peeing. It was his secret obsession, his biggest arousal, his deepest longing. But not now. God the door of the cubicle wasn’t even closed, he wasn’t at home in privacy. No, not now penis. Not now.
Sarah could not help herself as she relaxed into her long stream, her eyes closed in ecstasy, her whole body in heaven. She momentarily forgot where she was, sighing loudly in relief.
Will was losing control. Not of his bladder, like he wanted, but of his need to cum. Thoughts of Sarah consumed his every being. Hearing her wee, picturing her open vagina as her urethra came into sight, imagining the leaks in her underwear; Will found himself stroking his member urgently. He was hard, so hard. He hadn’t had sexual release for days and he had never been so aroused, so needy, so utterly consumed with desire for sex before. Then again he had never been touched by a female, never seen one in real life so desperate to pee, and most certainly never heard one release such an incredibly full bladder like this before. He was in heaven.
It took no time at all as he ejaculated a huge load into the toilet as Sarah sighed so close by. He wiped himself with paper, longing his bladder to now be able to release. It had to happen now surely? |
Chapter 9:
As Will washed his hands Sarah could not help but smile at him. She would never forget Will, though she wondered if it was better if she never continued with counselling him. For now though there was no harm in finishing his first session, or what was left of it anyway. She had to admit it was the strangest session she had ever had with anyone in her career, but by far the sexiest too.
Will was way too embarrassed to look at Sarah as he washed and dried his hands. What must she think of him? He did feel so much more confident but maybe that was just the ecstasy of an empty bladder and the combination of the massive mental achievements he had accomplished that evening.
Both of them returned silently to the room, Will proud of himself for walking through the waiting room without having a heart attack at the thought the receptionist might still be there.
‘Well I don’t know about you Will but I sure feel much better after that break. So where were we? Yes I was talking about why you were referred.’ Sarah was trying to race through this now. One because she was still very wet and open and wanted to masterbate and two because she was struggling with her attraction to Will and the thoughts that accompanied that. She tried to continue, ‘I never had chance to explain earlier but should you wish to have a full autism spectrum condition evaluation then this isn’t carried out from here. I guess we can decide if this is something you wish to peruse at some point and I will give you a leaflet outlining the diagnosis process, timings and so forth before you leave. Of course this may not be the right avenue at present and I would have to spend more time evaluating you further before I could fully recommend it, but since your GP requested this I am obliged to provide the information to you.’
Will was listening intently, though his mind was simultaneously counting how many squares in the wallpapered wall it took from floor to ceiling and from one wall to the other. Will had a keen eye for detail but he was avoiding the bodily details of the Goddess Sarah as he knew that hearing her voice was already stirring his attire and looking at her curves would make that worse. Autism or not he wasn’t really bothered. It had been mentioned many times before but his severe anxiety had always prevented him attending for assessment. ‘Spend more time evaluating you’ mmmm that was an appealing thought. Yes, he liked that idea.
‘I read in your history notes Will that you were diagnosed with severe generalised anxiety at 18. Has anyone mentioned paruresis to you before? Or selective mutism? I am keen to evaluate you, for these at least, before any assessment of autism. Anxiety and autism may be very closely related but that is no guarantee you have both.’
She had to ask this. She never normally asked a brand new client this, as they often just needed told of their next appointment and left to it, but this was different. The condition she wanted to assess this client for first and foremost was deeply personal and she needed to find out if he was even aware of what it was, never mind comfortable being assessed.
‘Will, I have to ask this. Do you want to continue with any assessments to diagnose and support you or are you happy to go home and continue as things are now. Either way, I totally understand.’
Will paused to think.
Sarah so wanted to continue with this client more than any other one she had ever came across. But she was entering dangerous territory and while diagnosing rare anxiety conditions was great for her career, fancying your client was asking for trouble and she knew it.
Only Will could decide for both of them.
Will hated change. He hated questioning and assessments and pressure. He could not imagine what things Sarah would want to do but even talking was a huge struggle and thus far all he had managed to say to his therapist was he needed help, he could not pee and then shouted at her that he was pissing! He wasn’t entirely clued up about social rules but even he figured this was hardly chit chat material. The thought of someone getting to know him, asking about his bathroom struggles and making him remember trauma horrified him. But this woman was beautiful, kind, gently and understanding. And her words and touch enabled him to piss when for so many years he could only do that at home. He knew enough to know that this woman had the power to change his life ...and his bladder.
He picked up the whiteboard and immediately pointed to the yes!
There wasn’t much time for anything else so Sarah handed him copies of his signed forms, a bundle of leaflets and a time to come see her again next week.
As an after thought, given the disabling nature of his anxiety, she handed him her business card.
‘Will, if it’s an emergency call me. I will do what I can to help. Ok?’
Will put the card in his wallet , tidied the leaflets in his hand into size and colour order, then put his coat on, left arm in first as always, and left with just a hint of a wave. He was back in his car and pressing home on his sat nav in minutes, just like he did everyday when leaving the office. You never knew when you needed sat nav even if you did the same route daily for years.
‘Woah. I can’t ever recall driving this road without being on the verge of peeing myself.’ He said to himself as he got onto the main road for the twenty minute journey home. He was normally driving a few miles further down this road, but, of course, he was right. It was still the same road, and he had never driven home from work ever without being absolutely bursting. Maybe one day that might change. |
Chapter 12:
Will prepared for everything in life. He needed to be in control. He needed things to go how they should. He always left work at the same time and always arrived at his apartment at the same time, bar a minute or so. He always made it home dry...well dry-ish. That was just how it went.
Tonight just wasn’t going to plan though!
He’d barely got past the second roundabout when the car in front put his brake lights on and came to a stop. Will hated delays, especially when he had to get to the toilet so bad. He cursed under his breathe hoping the traffic would move soon.
Sarah had scheduled her Friday badly. A growing number of clients and an emergency with her own elderly mum had made for a hectic day with lunch eaten while trying to sort things out with her mum’s nursing home. ‘The joys of having older parents’ she thought as she started clearing up finally after a long and tiring day. She only did late appointments on Tuesdays and Thursdays and by this time on a Friday she was more than ready for home. She was so grateful it only took half an hour by car to her house. As she locked the front door the cold air hit her suddenly and her bladder sent a sudden urge to empty.
‘When did I last use the bathroom?’ She thought to herself as she climbed into her car and turned the engine on. ‘I actually can’t remember? I must have went at lunch? No wait a moment I was on the phone to the home then? No way! I must not have been all day! Geez no wonder I need it now!’ The building was alarmed and all locked up so the quicker she got home the better! She could wait thirty minutes. She was sure of it.
As she pulled out the side street she could hear emergency vehicles in the distance. Something was going on somewhere and when she got home she would have a nosy on social media to see what it was. There was always plenty gossip to read on Facebook after all.
Once on the main road Sarah was aware just how full her bladder really was. She was uncomfortable and distracted and looking forward to relief.
But as she indicated to turn at the roundabout she noticed the traffic on her road wasn’t moving. She groaned at the idea of any delay. At least stationary she could use her hand to help her throbbing vagina hold back her pent up pee. She had to move soon. Her need was growing quickly.
Will was in trouble. He had not moved for seven minutes now. Seven very long minutes as he squirmed and rubbed his penis trying to help himself hold on. He should have been just six minutes away from home now. He knew he could wait that long but not much else and even if the traffic moved now that was not long enough to get him home dry. This was an emergency.
Sarah was bursting. ‘How could she have been so busy she had forgotten to pee all day at work? Who holds their pee all day?’ She thought. Then she recalled how she had done just that yesterday and how badly she had to go then. She had to get out the habit of forgetting to go. Thinking of yesterday reminded her of Will and she smiled, her eyes twinkling as even the mention of his name made her go all giggly like a teenager. ‘How could he hold all day everyday?’, she wondered. He would be on his way home from work now and probably very desperate to go too. That thought was very arousing and Sarah pushed against her privates as her own need and thoughts of Will made her wet and ready.
The traffic was still not moving at all and Will needed a better grip on his member now. One handedly he unclipped his seatbelt while rubbing his tip with the other hand. He muttered to himself ‘I’m bursting. Oh so bursting. Come on traffic this is an emergency!’ He put his hand in his trouser pocket pulling out his phone from the front suit pocket and lifting his bottom off of the seat he pulled his wallet out of his back pocket and tossed it on the passenger seat. It landed open but what did that matter? All he could think about was getting to his own toilet in his own apartment and releasing. He undid his trouser button and massaged his penis through his boxers.
Sarah was sweating with her need now. Wearing a suit skirt she at least had access to her pants as she pushed upwards and rubbed to try and avoid a puddle in her car seat. She wasn’t sure she would get home dry.
Will was repeating over an over as he rocked back and forth with his hand cupped over his penis and testicles. ‘This is an emergency. I repeat this is an emergency’. There was something about that word, he recalled hearing it very recently but where? It was so hard to focus and concentrate when you were on the verge of pissing yourself!
‘God I remember now!’ He said as his eyes wondered to his open wallet where a business card was half falling out.
“Will, if it’s an emergency call me. I will do what I can to help. Ok?” That was Sarah’s parting words less than 24 hours ago! He HAD to pee. He wasn’t going to make it home. He remembered now...Sarah was his key.
He grabbed his phone in one hand, shaking with sheer desire to urinate, and sent her a text.
‘Sarah, it’s Will. I need help.’
Sarah was getting shivers as she continued to push against her throbbing urethra. She was bolt upright in her seat rubbing herself for all she was worth. The vibration of her phone caused her to leak a bit. She knew she shouldn’t look to see who it was from but she also couldn’t help herself.
Her heart missed a beat as she saw who it was and read his text.
She shouldn’t really text clients but she also couldn’t ethically ignore a cry for help from someone with such severe issues as Will had.
Trembling she texted back one handed, ‘how can I help?’ |
Chapter 13:
Will struggled to sit still long enough to focus to text. His desperate penis was filling fast with blood and swelling as Will looked at his phone. Sarah had actually texted him back! Just thinking of her drove his penis crazy. At least that helped him hold. He continued touching himself one handed as he texted back with the other hand.
‘I need to pee. Stuck in traffic’
Sarah had shivers of excitement running right through her body. Her nipples were hard and tender, longing to be licked and touched. Her cheeks were blushing, her eyes sparkling, her pussy swelling with desire. At least being this aroused was distracting her a bit from her bursting bladder. A sudden thought crossed her mind. Could they both be stuck in the same traffic jam? She recalled Will’s address was not that far from her own and his work just a few miles to the south. For once all that boring paperwork she had to complete seemed useful after all. She thought of Will desperate to piss and possibly being so close by. The idea sent her body crazy!
She replied quickly, ‘Are you near Chapel Grounds Road?’ It was a crazy thought but what did it really matter? As much as she would love to be in the car with Will, holding a bottle for him, even aiming his penis into the top of it for him, or better still holding his hand and kissing him to help him release while she watched him pee against a tree, she knew right now she was stuck in her own car half on a roundabout, half on Chapel Grounds Road and there were was nothing she could really do to help him, or herself for that matter!
She bounced around on her seat as she waited to see if he would reply.
Will was getting angry at the hold up now. He had his finger massaging the very tip of his hard penis as he could feel what he hoped was precum ready to drip out. He wanted to wank himself so badly but he had to try and hold back as he was in a car stuck in traffic and he knew anyone walking past could look in and catch him. He already had his trousers undone and his hand inside his underwear as it was!
The beep of his phone startled him slightly as he read Sarah’s text. He read it again. And again. Everything Sarah sent him he read over and over. He wanted to savour every word, every comma, even every full stop. How could she know where he was? The thought excited him even more and he felt his boxers damp with precum.
Suddenly the car in front edged forward and Will had to let go of himself and his phone to get into gear and drive. If nothing else his boner might allow him to get home dry. If only the traffic would keep moving. Then again he wanted to text Sarah and he was terrified of breaking the law and texting while driving. He could hear an emergency vehicle approaching from the distance. Maybe his ordeal would soon be over. As the traffic slowed to ten miles an hour he took a chance and texted back ‘yes’ and pressed send.
‘Thank God for that!’ Sarah said out loud as finally she seemed to be moving. How she longed to have the privacy of home. She hadn’t decided wether to see to her sexual need or physical need first. She would decide that as she got nearer home. Both would need seen to urgently though. She was so focussed on the fact the traffic was moving again she almost forgot she was waiting for Will to reply until her phone beeped. She decided to wait a minute as she was now in second gear and actually almost at twenty miles an hour! Compared to going nowhere this was great progress. But it soon slowed down again. She checked her phone and smiled the biggest smile. Will was indeed near by! Oh my God! She squirmed in her seat as desire and urgency to wee combined and her rock hard clitoris and throbbing urethra both fought for her immediate attention.
She had a sudden brain wave. Sarah could be quite impulsive when she wanted to be. If Will was on the same road then if he took the next left then second left again he would be in the retail park where there was a 24 hour McDonald’s! That had to be nearer than home? As she slowed right down she took the chance to text back:
‘I’m on same road. I want to help you. If you take next left hand turn then second left I’ll meet you at McDonald’s ASAP. Hold on. You can do this Will.’
Fuck! Sarah was on the same road after all. He almost exploded at that thought until anxiety tore at him like a knife wound. Turn left? That wasn’t the way he went. His apartment was straight ahead. He knew the way, his sat nav repeated the way as he loved the familiarity of it and his car even knew the way. He’d never been to McDonald’s though he was aware from driving past where it was. He was protected in his car but actually going inside somewhere terrified him. His crippling fears had caused his penis to become relaxed again and instantly he thought he would wet himself. He was mentally in torment. By his calculations McDonald’s was four minutes nearer than his apartment. As his brain tried to rationally think what to do whilst multitasking driving at just 15 miles an hour his dick was about to make the decision for him as a spurt of urine leaked into his boxers. There was no way he could wait four more minutes as he indicated left as sweat poured from his forehead and back.
Sarah was going to McDonald’s wether Will did or not. She wasn’t sure she would make it there dry but her house was miles away yet and she knew she would be drenched if she tried to get there. At least the cars were now moving, albeit at a snails pace. She indicated left and headed off the main road. |
Chapter 14:
Will was close to meltdown. Embarrassment at wet boxers, a bladder at its limit and the horrifying idea of changing his routine, entering a fast food restaurant with other people there, and even worse trying to ‘go’ in a different toilet again. Tears formed in his eyes and his breathing was fast and laboured. At least the traffic was moving so he set his mind to focus on the technicalities of driving. He watched his revs to know when to change gears (he never had been able to just ‘do it naturally and read the engine, much preferring facts to anything subjective), tried to work out the sequence of traffic lights and read every road sign in detail. His mind was the only thing preventing his car from an imminent flood. His abdomen ached, as did everything between his legs. He was terrified of wetting, seeing people, even seeing Sarah again. What if she could see his wet underwear? What if that spurt had went through to his suit trousers? He saw McDonald’s and pulled into the car park with the front of his car facing away from the door. No-one must see him. No-one.
Sarah could not get to the restaurant quicker if she tried, going through amber lights she would otherwise never do and breaking the speed limit by a few miles per hour. Every second mattered when her urethra throbbed so fast she thought she would explode! She pulled into the restaurant car park faster than she really ought to and parked as near to the front door as she could. She was so consumed with her urgent need to use the toilet that for a second she forgot she was meant to be here to help Will! Where would she meet him, could she even wait that long? This was such a nightmare and now she had to get out her car and look around for someone she only met the night before. It was getting dark quickly too. Perhaps she could run to the ladies then wait for him? That thought caused a few drops to leak. She didn’t dare think what state her knickers were in now! She turned her engine off while with her other fist pushing against her tired vaginal muscles feeling the warm wetness against her thumb and index finger. Oh God this was critical. She needed the loo like she needed her next breath! She turned her headlights off and pushed her door open enough to get one leg out. She pushed against her urethra as hard as she could between her skirt before standing up.
Will was kneading at his privates for all he was worth. He’d been bursting hundreds of times in his life but this was on a whole new level. Horrid flashbacks filled his mind of his last day in school when he held all afternoon then finally asked to be excused only to be so frightened he stood at the school urinal and nothing came out. He stood there willing everything in him to let him pee but after five minutes not a drip had come out and by now he was so worried about getting into trouble he walked back to class every bit as bursting as he had been when he left. He could not ask again. He could not tell anyone what had happened, ever. He tried holding but eventually his bladder could hold no more and warm urine ran down his leg, into his sock and filled his school shoe, forming a puddle on the classroom floor. He was so disturbed and agitated he grabbed his coat and bag and ran out of the school and home and refused to ever go back. How could you possibly be on the very edge of wetting yet be so scared to pee in an unfamiliar place? Will knew he was every bit as close to humiliation and defeat as he was back that day in school. With tears pouring from his eyes he glanced in his wing mirror and saw Sarah, with tightly crossed legs and moving around frantically just by the door to McDonald’s. He had to try. He had to push through his fears. If not for him, for Sarah. He had texted her, interrupted her evening, taken her off course just because he needed to piss. He hated how selfish that sounded so his pride forced him out the car and across the car park to Sarah, with one hand in front of his crotch the entire time.
Sarah saw Will and ran to get him. She could tell he had been crying and on the verge of embarrassment. She was right in that place with him. She grabbed his hand even though his eyes were set down looking only at the concrete car park.
‘Let me help you Will. It’s my job. It’s ok. I know exactly how you feel. I’m in urgent need to use the bathroom myself. Come quick!’
She pulled him through the car park, through the automatic doors and through the entire restaurant in less than a minute. She was running, almost dragging him, so quickly he had to let go of his crotch as another drip sat right on the very tip of his penis. She pulled him through the door marked ‘toilets’ so urgently then suddenly let his hand go as she raced to the ladies.
Will stood there frozen as Sarah pee danced for all she was worth.
Will hadn’t moved. Sarah turned and looked at him, her body holding the door to the ladies open in anticipation.
‘Will, you need to go. I need to go. What’s stopping you?’
Tears puddled in Will’s eyes, both hands covering his quivering crotch area. He looked at the floor.
‘I..need...help...’, he whispered.
Sarah had no time to spare, not a second. She grabbed Will’s hand and pushed open the disabled toilet. She pulled him in, shut and locked the door and immediately hitched her skirt up and began pulling her cotton pants down.
Will might need help but she didn’t. She was in agony and dripping slowly and agonisingly into her pants. She could feel warm urine dripping down her bare leg.
‘Will, I am so sorry. I can’t wait a second longer. I HAVE to use the toilet. If you can why don’t you try using the sink?’
Sarah dived onto the single toilet pan as quick as she could with her wet pants at her knees. Her muscles were exhausted, her bladder extended beyond what she thought it could ever be. She didn’t need to relax or even think about it as a steady stream oozed out of her tired body splashing noisily in the pan.
Will undid his fly and pulled his tired penis out with his side to Sarah and held it over the little sink. He could barely breathe, his face was red with embarrassment and he stood still with his eyes closed. He urgently ached for relief. He tried to take himself to a place of calm in his mind as he listened to the most beautiful, perfect, utterly sexy woman unload her bladder within touching distance of him.
He didn’t mean to raise his voice, or frighten Sarah, when he looked at his penis, failing him again, and shouted ‘for the love of God just work please!’ |
Chapter 19:
Nerves were making Will’s need to pee more intense. Nerves always affected his bladder. It might only be four minutes or so to his flat but that was four minutes too long. He could hardly sit still. His muscles were not used to holding twice in one day. He held forever in work but often spent the evenings visiting his bathroom often as his body struggled to hold much more than a mug of coffee or a glass of water. He was also panicking about having someone in his apartment. Will didn’t ever have visitors, not even family. He bought his apartment as a new build and kept it just how he liked it. If anything needed doing he researched online and sorted it himself, such was his fear of having people in his personal space. Now he was having someone, a very special someone indeed, come into his most private of places to have a coffee. What on earth had come over him?
Sarah turned the radio on in her car to try and distract herself from her desperate need to pee and her all consuming thoughts of Will. How could one large cola affect her so much? She was getting tired and her body was weary of holding but her desire to be with Will was all she could focus on. She concentrated on staying behind his car, telling herself that the moment she arrived she could excuse herself quick for relief. She was fidgeting badly, her heart beating fast and her urethra drumming constantly, fast and furiously, as it screamed to be released. ‘Surely it’s not much further’ she moaned whilst moving continuously to the music from the radio.
Will pulled into parking space number 14 without even thinking where his visitor would park. He had never had to think about where the visitor spaces where and his need to empty his bladder was all he could focus on. What did people do when they had visitors? He so wanted to buzz himself in using his key, pound up the stairs taking them two at a time, unlock his flat in super speed time and run like the clappers to the bathroom. He could think of nothing else right now as he grabbed his penis through his suit trousers and moaned.
Sarah moaned as she saw Will park, scanning in the light of her headlights for a space that wasn’t numbered. Finally she noticed one and parked up. She didn’t make a habit of going to men’s apartments in the dark; she didn’t make a habit of being alone with men at all. She had a career to focus on, a business to build, and those kept her busy enough without the added issues of a relationship. She had friends who she would occasionally meet with but as with many people most of her social life these days was messaging and commenting on social media. Her thoughts were rudely interrupted by her bladder pulsating for relief. ‘Oh I need to use Will’s loo so badly!’
She locked her car, squirming about for all she was worth and headed over towards Will. Even in the light of just street lights he was so handsome, so appealing, so sexy. He stood at the main door waiting for her, though he looked nervous, fidgety and cold. He was crossed legged and bouncing but it was late and the air had quite a chill so he was most probably cold she reasoned. She wanted to kiss him so badly, again. But her bladder reminded her that wasn’t such a good idea just yet. He seemed distracted and stressed. Maybe she shouldn’t have come for coffee after all?
Will tried so hard to think about Sarah, forcing himself to wait while she got out her car and came to the door. She seemed to be taking forever and he was close to pissing himself so bad. It was all he could do to cross his legs tight and bounce up and down. ‘Hurry up’ he muttered whilst looking at the ground. ‘Please.’
As Sarah got to the entrance Will danced a bit whilst putting his fob onto the lock. The familiar buzz sounded as he pushed the door open for his guest, grabbing at his dick as he did to prevent himself from leaking everywhere. Wether it was socially acceptable or not he had to get to the toilet the second he was in his house. He may not have drank much but his need was every bit as intense as it had been three and a half hour previously when he had pissed an absolute ocean in the sink at McDonald’s. So much had changed in the last 30 hours, he thought to himself as he tried to walk up the stairs as if all was fine, despite the fact he could feel urine at the very tip of his member, which was now shaking in his underwear such was his need.
Sarah was so glad to be behind Will climbing the stairs. She rubbed her bladder and pushed against her suit skirt as she concentrated all her effort on staying dry. It wasn’t the done thing to ask to be excused the second you arrived at someone’s home but this was an emergency and she really had no choice.
She had to cross her legs tight as Will put the key in his lock and turned it. A drop leaked into her pants and she moaned slightly and grabbed herself bending forwards. Thank goodness Will wasn’t watching her as he hadn’t so much as spoken since she had arrived. He was shy and nervous she reasoned. She hoped that was why.
Will was consumed with his absolute desperate and urgent need for release. He was on the edge of losing it and that mustn’t happen. He was so close to his bathroom!
Sarah walked into the flat behind Will almost crying with her need to get to the toilet. She had to ask where his bathroom was.
‘Will, your flat is stunning. Would it be ok if...’
Will needed Sarah in another room urgently so he could get to the bathroom immediately! He grabbed her hand and guided her to the open plan lounge and kitchen at the end of the corridor. If she could just wait there while he emptied himself. He so wanted her here, so longed to kiss her and explore her more but he HAD to get release first. He could not wait another minute. |
Chapter 20:
‘Be back in minute beautiful.’ Will just about managed to stutter out as he undid his trouser button and fly and started running to his bathroom.
Sarah suddenly realised what was bothering him so much. Her body instantly responded, despite an extremely urgent need to pee herself, her nipples suddenly craving touch, her vagina suddenly filling with wetness. She couldn’t help but be so turned on, so sexually on fire seeing such an act of desperation yet again. She wasn’t sure what to do though. She was fiercely turned on, incredibly aroused in fact, but her bladder ached.
She ran after Will, if nothing else to know where his bathroom was! Seeing him push the door open wide as he pulled out his penis, moaning wildly, and seeing the toilet right in front of her eyes caused her body to spasm.
She ran inside, slightly pushing Will as she did. She needed to sit on that toilet so badly and knew if she had to wait for Will first she would be mortified and humiliated by having an accident.
Will had his penis in his hand as he tried to make it to the toilet in time, clenching his head closed tightly between his thumb and index finger while urine continued to filter down his entire urethra and gather in his penis. Trickles were escaping despite how hard he pressed as he struggled to walk the few metres from the door to the toilet. He could hear Sarah behind him but he could not focus on anything else right now until his bladder was relaxed. He was concentrating so hard, looking down at his own struggling penis when he suddenly felt Sarah push past him. The fright caused a spurt to leak out onto his boxers and the floor.
As he looked up at his toilet he saw Sarah straddling the toilet, sitting with her legs as wide apart as she could, her pants at her ankles, her black suit skirt bunched up around her waist.
She looked embarrassed but radiant, desperate yet daring, ashamed yet confident. Above all else she looked so incredibly sexy with her nipples showing clearly through her bra and white blouse, her hips open, her legs natural and shiny, her vagina hairy and throbbing.
She looked Will right in the eyes as he struggled with his leaking dick.
‘Sorry. I’ve been bursting for over an hour and I was starting to piss myself Will. But I’ve left you room?’
Will’s penis was already pissing as urine ran down his shaft, his leg and the floor. He moved as close as he could as he watched the almost clear stream explode from Sarah’s vagina as he aimed his member between her legs and took his death grip away from the tip.
This was his own bathroom, his place of comfort. His body had no hang ups here as his own stream shot out fast and furiously intertwined with that of the sexiest woman he was sure ever existed. He had to push his penis downwards to avoid his pee going all over Sarah’s personal body parts, though despite urinating so powerfully he was getting an erection quickly.
Sarah was in heaven. Only in her dreams could she imagine peeing together so closely with such a stud of a man. She watched his bladder deflate, his penis explode and grow simultaneously and looked up as Will’s expression changed from tense to relaxed, from urgency to pee to urgency for her. Her vagina was so close to his penis, both engrossed in relaxing together, sharing an intimacy without physically touching, having the same passion at the exact same time, a shared need fulfilled together. There was no need for words. Their urine as connected and together as their hearts.
Will had the strangest, funniest thought as his pee was finally coming to an end. He looked at his toilet, the perfect auburn beauty straddled in front of him, the little glass cabinet above his toilet. He laughed the biggest belly laugh he could ever recall.
Sarah was satisfied, well at least her bladder was. She was happy, relaxed and relieved. She could not help but smile and laugh too as she watched Will belly laugh with all his being. She adored seeing him this happy, this relaxed and free. But she was curious about where his thoughts were right now. The therapist in her won over and still sitting on the toilet, legs open wide, she asked,
‘Will, what’s so funny?’
As Will wiped the last drop from his tip and tucked his now very erect penis back into his wet underwear and pulled his trousers up, he shared openly what was still making him laugh.
‘I was thinking about your email this afternoon. You know, where you asked me to take a photograph of my toilet at home, from the position of urinating? Well I just thought: imagine I had just done that. You know, like right now. Now that would have been interesting to have on my phone!’ And at that he doubled over laughing again.
To see Will so happy, so free to speak and laugh and communicate was the most incredible, heart warning thing Sarah had ever seen. She wiped herself, wiping mucus far more than any stray urine, pulled her pants up and tugged her skirt down and fell into the arms of Will while they stood there holding each other while time stood still, laughing, kissing and just embraced in each other’s arms. |
Chapter 22:
Sarah sat on the couch immediately relaxing and acutely aware how tired she was now. She didn’t live far but she couldn’t risk sleeping at the wheel so she would definitely just have her tea and leave regardless how much her body objected.
Will hadn’t made a hot drink for anyone ever in his life, discounting the one time his mum was ill and he had made her a hot lemon some six years ago now. He was loving the opportunity to show off skills he otherwise never could. He made himself his favourite coffee and his guest the tea as she had requested and took the mugs over to the couch.
Sarah looked comfortable but tired, beautiful but exhausted. Will laid the cups down on the coffee table and sat as close to Sarah as he felt was right. He wasn’t sure what was right though because he had always struggled to make sense of social rules and he avoided people. He found his own instincts guiding him as he placed his left arm around Sarah’s neck.
Sarah cuddled in, glad of the comfort, for the first time in her life feeling she was worthy, special, and accepted. She was tired and Will’s body was just so comfortable. She could feel her whole body relaxed. She might have drifted off to sleep had Will not leaned forward to pick up his coffee. Oh her tea, she had almost forgotten that!
Will had a routine. He was rarely still awake at this time of night but he did enjoy watching the news before he went to bed so despite having company he picked up his remote and switched on the twenty four hour news channel, though he did at least think to turn the volume down a few notches.
Sarah was glad to have a screen to look at to bring her more awake. She picked up her tea and sipped it. Delicious, exactly how she liked it with the smallest splash of whole milk and a lovely light brown golden colour. Not many could make tea to her satisfaction like this.
She watched the news drinking her tea until the mug was empty. Will was almost finished his coffee and then she would leave.
The sound of a familiar town name brought her attention to the screen suddenly.
‘Will, did they just mention Springland?’
Will turned the volume up as a report from the very town they were in came on. Two people had been seriously injured in a six car pile up on Chapel Grounds Road, with seven other people taken to hospital, including two children.
Sarah was the first to put the pieces together.
‘That was why there was such a hold up earlier! Had I left work just minutes earlier that could have been me!’
‘Or me!’
The thought made Will snuggle Sarah a little closer as he kissed her wavy auburn hair. She smelt divine but even Will was tired so he was content to just be holding Sarah in his arms.
‘It seems like a lifetime ago I was driving that road. It’s hard to believe it was just earlier this evening.’
‘Every time I drive that road I’m practically pissing myself you know. Every flaming time. I reckon my penis throbs for release at the very mention of its name these days. God I’ve had so many close calls at the lights on that road. I keep telling myself to get a towel for my seat.’
Sarah laughed at Will’s bluntness and honesty. She was embarrassed to admit it but in the heat of the moment said it anyway.
‘I was absolutely dying to pee when you text me and we were on that road earlier. I mean I was rocking in my seat, fingering myself, bouncing up and down the lot. I honestly thought I would ruin my car!’
Will was getting hard at that thought despite his tiredness. There was something about the thought of a woman bursting, absolutely desperate to pee that never ceased to arouse him greatly. Sarah had seen his erection a few times already, even felt it rub her thighs on their very first kiss, and she could see and feel it again even through his work trousers.
Sarah found herself undoing Will’s fly and trouser button as he slowly and teasingly undid her blouse buttons one by one. He kissed her neck as he did so, followed by licking the length of her arm from her neck to her fingers, before gently easing her blouse off and throwing it on the floor. As Will raised slightly to toss her blouse Sarah pulled at his black suit trousers and slid them down Will’s legs to his knees. As he sat down Will undid and removed his shoes and socks and took his trousers completely off. Sarah undid his shirt and Will took it off too. He stood looking at Sarah in just his underwear his erection long and hard and obvious. Sarah’s white lace bra enticed him as he took both her hands and drew her up from the couch. He put his hands around her waist and undid the button on Sarah’s skirt, followed by the zip and tantalisingly let her skirt drop to the floor.
Standing in just her white frilly knickers and bra Sarah had never felt sexier, happier, more aroused, than she did now.
Will picked up the remote, turned the tv off and tossed the remote back down. He took Sarah by the hand and led her to the bedroom. Sarah was as eager, ready and hungry for Will as he was for her. She had seen his penis several times already but this was different. This was how she wanted Will. This was what she had fantasised about in her office after their very first meeting. She only had to think about his squirming and fidgeting in desperation at their first meeting and her whole body was alight with desire and passion. |
Chapter 24:
Sarah woke suddenly as her bladder sent messages asking for relief. Bleary eyed and half asleep it took her a while to recall where she was. She looked around to see Will’s illuminated clock on the wall as she realised it was twenty past 5. Will was snoring lightly beside her, his arm heavy over her waist and his other arm under her neck with his fingers caught in her hair. She was trapped but so happy to be where she was, naked in bed with a man she desired so much. She was still tired, it was still pitch dark and she was warm and comfortable. If only her bladder would stop sending signals! She snuggled back under the duvet deciding not to wake Will and to try and get some more sleep. Her bladder could wait a little longer.
The faint light of the clock reflected from the large glass Sarah had left on the bedside cabinet. Then she recalled the mug of tea she had had in the lounge too. No wonder she needed to pee so bad! Still the thought of getting out of the comfortable bed and waking Will put her right off going. She crossed her legs as much as she could and tried to sleep again.
Sarah must have dosed as she awake to a sharp reminder from her bladder that it wanted release. She rolled over as much as she could before her hair caught in Will’s fingers. Will’s entire right arm was pinning her down though feeling his body, his skin and his touch was so wonderful. Sarah’s bladder was full and uncomfortable though. She really did need a pee really badly.
Sarah glanced at the clock. It was now 5:45am Still early but she had now been needing the toilet for 25 minutes and the thumping of her urethra was constant. She moved her legs, fanning them in and out wishing she could reach over Will’s arm so she could hold herself. She tried to reason with her body that it only had one mug of tea and one glass of water inside it since she last peed, recalling how she had shared the toilet with Will since neither of them could wait. That thought plus recollections of her new friend desperate were creating stirs in her body all over again.
‘Think of something else’, Sarah whispered to herself as she squirmed as much as she could without twisting her hair any more around Will’s fingers. It wasn’t working though as her bladder pushed again to the forefront of her thoughts begging for release. Sarah could feel her every throb from her urethra, hear it’s rhythmic beating against her, feeling the urine preparing for launch. She was bursting.
‘Mmmmm’ Sarah moaned softly as she writhed around as much as she could pinned to the bed by Will.
A minute or so later, and another throb from her bladder, and Sarah was scared she would piss all over Will’s bed. She had no choice now but to try and wake him, or at least attempt to release herself from him and run quick.
She tried lifting his arm that was resting over her. Will snorted from the disturbance but returned his hand and arm immediately to where they had been.
‘Mmmmm’ Sarah moaned now unable to lie still or hide the fact she so needed to wee. She’d only been awake a little over half an hour but she was so desperate now as her bladder had filled steadily for the last six hours since she had her mug of tea. She tried again to move Will’s arm but this time he moved closer and snuggled her tighter! Acutely aware she didn’t even have any knickers on to absorb any leaks Sarah was sweating and beginning to panic. She really had to pee so soon or she feared she would soak right where she was!
‘Will, Will’ she whispered. He stirred slightly but not enough. She could feel her hair tight against his fingers behind her but her bladder was even more painful and sending wave after wave of need throughout her whole body. Sarah could not stop squirming.
‘Will, Will’ Sarah called a little louder. She didn’t want to upset him or startle him but she didn’t want to piss all over him either. His snoring was easing and his eyes, though still closed, were no longer rapidly blinking as they were when he was in a deep sleep. He moved towards her voice.
‘Will, it’s Sarah. I’m bursting for the loo. Can you move to let me out please?’
Will sleepily opened his eyes at the mesmerising sound of Sarah’s voice. He recalled the first time he had heard it when she called his name in the waiting room and how sexy it was then, and still was. Had he heard that right? Did she say she was bursting for the loo? His dick had heard it all right as he instantly went rock hard. He used the hand behind Sarah’s head to edge her face closer as he kissed her, first a little peck on the lip, followed quickly by an all out deep embracing kiss.
Will’s lips, his tongue, his erect penis and his arousing aroma sucked Sarah in as she could not help but respond to his kiss. As Will finally lifted his arm away from around her hips Sarah squirmed and shot one hand down to her throbbing urethra as she knelt on the bed learning over Will kissing him as she bounced and squirmed with her hand wedged between her legs. Yes she was turned on, how could she not be at the sight of Will’s large and stunning penis and the allurement from his kiss? But she was so desperate to pee and longing to get to the bathroom.
Will stopped for a breath and looked over at the naked beauty beside him bouncing and fidgeting on her knees with a hand wedged tightly between her legs. He was entranced, so hard and dying to fuck the naked bursting beauty. Sarah’s every squirm, every fidget, every fight against her bladder made him hornier than he thought possible! He almost shot his load just watching her. Precum edged to the top of his hard on as Sarah attempted to climb from the bed. He didn’t want her to embarrass herself but he really didn’t want her to go. Not now.
Right now Will was in heaven.
‘Oh Will. Oh Will. Can I use your bathroom please? Oh God I’m so desperate to pee’
Will could not help himself. He moaned and stroked his dick in one hard while reaching out and grabbing Sarah’s hand with the other. |
Chapter 25:
‘Sarah, my sweetheart. You know you are THE most beautiful and sexy girl ever created.’ Will was struggling to find his words again, not because of anxiety for once but because of his fierce desire to explode watching Sarah squirm in desperation. Nothing in the world pushed his buttons quite like a girl squirming for the bathroom and here ,right in front of him, was a naked, stunning woman begging him to use his toilet.
Yet the thought of hurting Sarah or embarrassing her or, even worse, having her think of him as a freak was gnawing at his mind. As badly as he needed to cum right now he also wanted to treat his lady with respect. He was in a mental quandary captivated by Sarah’s every move whilst trying to ensure his sexual fetish didn’t ruin everything.
Sarah watched Will intently as his entire body woke and responded to her presence. She adored every inch of his body from his hair to his toes. His shoulders; so strong, masculine and comforting, his chest; so hairy, welcoming and touchable, the way his bladder grew when he was full, the way his hands moved, his arms; so loving, muscular and gentle, his face; so full of compassion, love and fun, his penis; so smooth, kissable and sexy. She wanted to embrace him, make love to him and feel every part of him but right this very minute she was beyond desperate to urinate, struggling to contain herself as she could not for a second stay still. Her eyes glistened and sparkled in the early morning light of the room as she watched every last part of Will’s delicious body respond to her.
For a moment she wondered if it was her body, her nakedness, or her touch. Or could it be he was incredibly aroused by her pee dancing? Her own full bladder was making her incredibly horny too and the idea of Will holding a full bladder, especially as close to releasing as she was would have made her want to eat him up with desire. Whilst stroking her own exhausted urethra and clitoris to keep from pissing all over Will and his bed she looked at Will lying entranced by her and whispered.
‘Will, do you like me bursting? Does seeing me squirm turn you on?’
Will’s face turned red with embarrassment. What sort of idiot found a female on the edge of releasing a fountain of pee from her most private parts arousing? Yet he could not lie, his body gave away his lust.
‘Yes. Yes.’
Will was panting with sheer desire to release. Sarah was panting too for an urgent release in another way.
Sarah, ever the impulsive one, had an idea. It was something she had longed to do since her teenage years yet never ever did she think her fantasy could ever come true.
‘Will, would you like to watch me wee?’
Will’s body answered that one without him having to say a word.
‘Quick follow me before it’s too late. I’m about to piss everywhere.’
Will was still holding Sarah’s hand but now Sarah grabbed him as she climbed off the end of the bed and pulled Will quickly to the bathroom. Will expected her to run to the toilet where he would thoroughly enjoy watching and listening as she relaxed. Instead she stopped at the bath with its overhead shower, pulling the curtain aside with one hand while frantically rubbing herself with the other between her legs.
‘Will, would you like me to pee over you?’
Will was like a dog on heat, a fireman heading to an emergency all ready and prepared and eager for action. He jumped into the bath and sat upright all without taking his eyes off Sarah who was bouncing up and down frantic with her need to pee. Sarah climbed naked onto Will facing him, standing a breast over his hips and large erect penis which sent shivers throughout her body as it rubbed against her bare leg. Will’s mouth was open, his tongue hanging out like an animal craving water in a desert, just centimetres away from Sarah’s open, delicious and now leaking vagina.
Sarah didn’t need to relax or give any thought to peeing as her exhausted muscles spurted first a fast splash onto Will’s testicles followed almost immediately by a warm, soothing, refreshing fountain that oozed down Will’s hard on, his balls, his hips and puddled beneath him.
As Sarah lost complete control of her bladder Will lost complete control of his lust as his hard, solid, sensitive dick exploded for the first time in his life without him even having to touch it! The warmth and tickle of Sarah’s pee mixed with his sticky white cum ran down the shaft of his member as he shook and moaned with delight. How could one person be so utterly sexy, so outstandingly amazing? Will knew this moment could never be topped, he was living in heaven, walking in the clouds.
‘Oh that was so good to let go! I really needed that so badly’
‘Mmmmmm. Me too.’ Will could hardly speak. He needed time to process this moment. He never wanted to move. It was all he could do to reach out and wipe a few stray drops of warm urine from Sarah’s legs as he smiled and treasured this moment.
Sarah stood up straight, her feet splashing in her own urine, her legs spread by Will’s legs and hips beneath her. She stepping back until she was past Will’s feet reaching out to take Will’s hand and helping him stand up. As Will’s body lifted out the base of the bath more warm urine ran slowly along the bath between their feet and down the plug hole leaving a trail of light yellow behind it.
‘Would it be ok to have a shower?’
‘Yes. Yes of course. Would you rather I left you alone?’
‘I don’t mind. Do you just press the green button?’
Will leaned past Sarah as he turned the warm shower on pulling her close as he did so, the warm water pouring down over them both as it soaked their hair, Sarah’s breasts and Will’s chest before trickling down their legs.
‘Sorry I don’t have any girl’s products’ Will almost shouted to be heard over the noise of the water as Sarah laughed at the absurdity of his comment.
Sarah had never shared a shower before, never been washed by anyone since she was a toddler, but she loved every minute of it. Will was gentle and thorough and by the time she climbed out she felt beautiful and so special. Will pointed to the towels folded perfectly on a shelf as Sarah reached for the top one and threw it round herself.
Will finished cleaning himself then turned the shower off choosing the next towel from the shelf as he climbed out onto the bath mat beside Sarah.
Suddenly he had an urgent need to pee so bad but he tried to remain in control while they both dried themselves. He grabbed his flaccid member tight as it threatened to release then and there.
‘Oh my God...’ he managed to get out before struggling to speak.
‘You ok Will?’
Will was bent over squeezing himself as he tried to hobble to the toilet.
‘Got to piss...NOW!’ |
Chapter 26:
It was moments like this when Will was so glad to be in his own apartment using his own toilet. Had he ever felt the need to pee this acutely, this suddenly, that had he been away from home he would have been in serious trouble. He was almost 29 yet still unable to piss anywhere but his own house.
Will hobbled past Sarah as the large glass of water and mug of coffee from the previous evening wanted to pour out of him furiously. He had to squeeze with all his might just to take the few steps to the pan as he muttered ‘Oh God’ struggling to reach it in time. Will was the master at holding, yet this one wasn’t going to wait for anything or anyone.
Sarah smiled as she watched Will struggle, though the last thing she wanted was for him to be in pain. She watched as urine arched out of Will’s penis at such speed it was like an express train. Will didn’t seem embarrassed by her being there which Sarah found fascinating as a counsellor. She had seen first hand his extreme anxiety both in her work, and at McDonald’s, where he could not face even entering the gents toilet alone yet here in his own comfort zone he could pee long and hard and openly with Sarah watching. She longed to talk more with Will and unravel his mysteries. She found him fascinating as well as handsome but any help she could be to him would have to be as friends since after last night they could not be alone in her office at work. Her job was far too precious to her to risk losing it over sexual attraction.
Will finished his much needed pee, dried himself and found himself clean clothes. He felt embarrassed that Sarah had no choice but to wear what she had on last night. Was she regretting what happened between them? Will had no idea how to read other’s thoughts so he decided he would just ask.
‘Sarah, are you ok about...you know...emmm’
‘The fact we fucked?’
‘Yeah’
‘Did it look like I was objecting?’
‘Not really’
‘Then stop worrying. I’m still here....though I really do need to go home soon. Maybe I could have one of your perfect cups of tea first though?’
‘On its way!’
Sarah sat on the couch and checked her phone though it has completely run out of charge so she put it back in her coat pocket. She felt awkward in yesterday’s clothes despite having had a shower. She was still a little tired, hungry and thirsty and her mind was replaying everything that had happened in the last two days.
‘God, I’ve just had sex with someone I only met two days ago! How stupid can I get?’ she thought to herself, though the second Will appeared with fresh toast and jam and a mug of tea with just a dash of whole milk in and the exact golden shade she liked best, she reasoned that she wasn’t being stupid at all and perhaps she had actually met someone very special after all.
‘This is delicious Will. Thanks.’
‘You are welcome.’
Sarah found the awkward silence unsettling. She spent her life and career working out how people thought and behaved and helping them make peace with themselves yet when it came to her own life her impulsive nature seemed to get her into more and more awkward situations...like dragging a client into the ladies on his first ever visit to her clinic, like throwing her arms around Will in the disabled toilet in McDonald’s in jubilation of him peeing in the sink! It sounded crazy written down but at the time seemed perfectly legitimate and right.
Sarah broke the silence as only a therapist could.
‘You are utterly fascinating Will. Do you know that? I’ve been here now less than 12 hours and in that time you have peed twice freely in your own home both times with me in the room, yet yesterday you were so terrified you could not even enter the gents in a restaurant and the night before you could not bring yourself to use the male bathrooms at my work even though there was no-one else around. Part of me wishes I was able to counsel you as I so long to know what’s going on. I still want to help you, you know, that’s if you want me to?’
Will wasn’t used to be questioned, especially in his own home. Yes Sarah was stunning, incredible and sexy but he wasn’t ready to share his deep secrets with her just yet. She was right though. While he could pee happily and freely at home when he left home he found himself bound by an invisible force that preventing him even entering public toilets let alone using them. It was controlling his life and he knew it.
‘I need help’, Will said with his head hung as he munched on toast and sipped his coffee.
Sarah reached out and held his hand.
‘Then let me help you please. Remember my email? When you get a chance today take a photograph of your toilet like I said. And record your fluid intake and when you pee too if you don’t mind. I’ll explain why next time we meet. I mean Thursday is obviously cancelled now but maybe once a week we could meet in a coffee shop or somewhere and I’ll guide you through step by step? How does that sound?’
‘Yes please. But I don’t know any coffee shops. I go to work and come home. That’s what I do. I’m Will and that’s what I do. Saturday I have a list. I’m late at cleaning my mirrors, emptying my bins and changing my bed. Saturday is list day, Sunday I watch TV. It’s all routine. That how I live.’
‘I know. I’ll leave in a minute to let you get your Saturday back but I still think a coffee shop is a good idea. I need public with my job and you need to stretch yourself. Don’t stress though. I’ll be there. I’ll look after you.’
Will needed time to process it all. While his brain was replaying Sarah’s words she surprised him with yet another question.
‘Will, do you really have a list for Saturdays? Can I see it?’
Will sprang to his feet and proudly showed Sarah his Saturday list. On it was a list of chores that even the Queen would be impressed by.
‘Will did you write this?’
‘Technically yes. It’s my handwriting, my pen and my paper and I used my own hand to write but I googled a list of weekly housework for a two bedroom apartment and copied the list. I timed myself for three weeks then worked out an average time for each task, allowed myself exactly a minute to transition from one task to the next and ended up with this list. It works.’
‘There is something to be said for being this organised Will. Don’t ever let anyone mock you for being you ok!’
Will loved everything about Sarah but now his list was in front of him he felt compelled to do what he did on Saturdays. He didn’t necessarily want Sarah to go but his need for routine and rigidity was quite overwhelming after the last 48 hours. He needed order and predictability in his life.
Sarah sensed Will’s uneasiness and she was feeling ready to go too. She found her jacket and put it on and slipped her work shoes on.
‘Can I kiss you before I go Will?’
Will could never have enough of Sarah’s kisses so he ran over to hold and kiss Sarah before she left, looking over at the window cleaning spray, cloth and stopwatch that told him how long to clean for every Saturday morning.
This time Will was the first to end the kiss as anxiety started pulling at him. Should he start at the top of the cleaning list even though it was past his start time or just start at what should be done at this time? It was confusing and this was why he liked his life in order.
‘I’ll text you Will. Email me or text me anytime. See you soon.’
And at that Will stood looking at his cleaning rota for Saturday using a pencil to write new times next to each one adding exactly 34 minutes to the starting time of every chore.
Sarah looked back as she unlocked the door and smiled as she watched Will doing his ‘Saturday’. |
Chapter 28:
By Monday morning Will’s mind was more focused, more in control. He knew what to do on workdays, always getting out of bed at the same time, taking the same length of time to shower and dress and he made the same breakfast as always. It worked, and Will liked things to work. He liked his life controllable and predictable. If Will had his way even his peeing would be at the same time daily. Maybe that was party why he could only go at home? He’d never really thought about it he just knew that however much he wanted to he just could not release or relax properly until he was safe at home. In four years he had only ever used the toilet away from his home twice and those were both due to Sarah. He would be lying if he didn’t say that both those times had been euphoric but they were far from the norm and unlikely to happen again.
As Will drove to work he suddenly remembered that he was meeting Sarah after work in Starbucks. Fear, excitement and anxiety meant he almost didn’t see the traffic lights change and he was centimetres away from bumping into the car in front of him. He switched back to work mode immediately, deciding he would remain in that mode until the end of his work day.
He parked in the same spot he always did, signed in and slid his card to open his office door all without seeing a soul, just the way Will liked it. He hung his coat behind his seat, filled the coffee machine from the small sink in the room, switched it on and booted up his computer. It was time to work so Will switched off every other thought and focussed on work single mindedly. That was what made him good at what he did, one of his best character traits and something that very much delighted his employer.
Sarah chose her clothes with more attention than usual. This was like a proper date and although she had been very intimate with Will already she still wanted to look her best, her most attractive, for him whilst still looking professional for work. She opted for a little more attention to her make up, some jewellery she kept for special occasions and a pretty headscarf to accessorise with. The pretty pink roses on the otherwise white and navy scarf looked stunning against her navy trouser suit and white blouse. Her suit jacket looked a bit too formal to help her clients relax so she swapped it for a navy cardigan that was more relaxing and welcoming. She had a few heavy clients lined up who could potentially leave her drained and down so she was especially looking forward to seeing Will at 6pm.
Will’s morning was focused and busy as the problem he encountered with the software persisted throughout the morning. It was frustrating but Will persisted and was thorough until progress seemed to be made. He stopped briefly for lunch, which he had alone in his office whilst checking personal emails and having a read of the news online. He had already had two mugs of coffee whilst working so he drank a bottle of water with his chicken wrap and apple instead. He felt a slight twinge from his bladder but nothing worth even noting and since he never ever left his room during working hours, nor had he any idea where the bathrooms were, it certainly wasn’t going to bother Will. He would go when he got home later. Then he suddenly remembered he was meeting Sarah so he sighed and figured he would just hold a little longer tonight. No big deal. His bladder was strong and he had been holding for years so nothing to worry about.
Sarah arrived at work to quite a pile of mail that needed her attention. Bills, referrals and business information that she needed to sort through as soon as she could. Her working week, however, always commenced with a Skype call from her mentor to protect both her mental and physical health and to ensure Sarah didn’t feel isolated or alone. Sarah put the kettle on for a cup of tea to have while her and her mentor discussed important issues.
By the time her call had finished Sarah’s first client of the day was waiting. Whilst supporting and listening Sarah found herself having consumed a full glass of water over and above her tea earlier. The digestive biscuit she had eaten had made her thirsty. By the time her first client left and her notes were written up the next client was waiting. Some days were just so busy but Sarah wasn’t complaining as this was her livelihood, her own business, and she needed it to pay her bills. By the third client she felt a slight tingle between her legs reminding her she should pee as soon as she had an opportunity. With a client with her though her bladder would just need to wait.
Sarah was typing up some brief notes from her third client when her receptionist chapped her door.
‘I’m just nipping to the bakers and wondered if you fancied anything?’
Sarah’s cup a soup and crisps could wait for another day and she jumped at the chance of a freshly made roll and the delicious soup she knew the bakers always had.
‘Oh yes please Hannah. Would you mind getting me some soup, and a ham salad sandwich please? I’ll give you some money. Thank so much!’
As Sarah walked to the coat stand to get her handbag to give Hannah money she noticed the pile of mail she had left which Hannah had added to with today’s mail.
‘I’ve left a note of a couple of people I said you would call back Sarah. A GP from Southfield practice and the printers about your new business cards. I stuck them on a post-it note on top of the mail. See you soon!’
Sarah didn’t mind her receptionist leaving during lunch. She was so grateful for such a natural and intuitive young girl who could be trusted to work independently whilst she saw clients and she of all people knew how important breaks were and how beneficial a breathe of fresh air could be. The only downside was the fact she would need to answer the phone herself until Hannah returned.
As if reading her thoughts at that very moment the phone rang and Sarah answered it in her room as Hannah waved and closed the door quietly. It was a colleague from the children’s mental health team wanting to discuss a client who was moving onto adult services but who required continued support. Sarah opened up a file on her computer as she typed in details during the ten minute call. She then opened the mail, reading and dealing with each letter as necessary, completely forgetting her earlier thoughts of a bathroom visit. By the time she answered another call then ate her soup and roll and drank a mug of tea she suddenly realised her next client had arrived. Never mind, she would pee later. She still had some important calls to return and she needed to fit those in between clients too. It really was a hectic Monday! |
Chapter 29:
By the time Sarah’s last client, well clients on this occasion as she tried to help them through some marriage difficulties, arrived Sarah was well aware of her bladder. As she opened her counselling room door to nip to the loo finally she was met by both clients having an argument in her waiting room. Whilst the waiting room was otherwise empty it was neither fitting nor appropriate for such behaviour and Sarah felt it would be better for everyone if they took the matter into her private room right away. Hannah didn’t need to hear raised voices, Sarah definitely didn’t want anything like this in the background during any phone calls and the last thing Sarah wanted was an all out fight to end her hectic Monday. The adrenaline initially meant Sarah’s bladder was no longer sending signals, or maybe her body was just overriding these as a more urgent situation needed her attention first, but either way it was ten minutes into the session before Sarah remembered she really needed the bathroom. She hadn’t intended to but, once again, time had ran on and she had not had chance to pee her entire day.
This was a very intense session and Sarah most definitely could not call a break or excuse herself. Tensions ran very high between both parties and it was all Sarah could do to keep things calm and under control. She had to keep stopping them from raising voices and making each client stop and listen. It was emotionally draining not helped at all by the fact Sarah’s bladder decided to push against her for release. Sarah crossed her legs tight and tried to focus though her urethra was sending strong signals for her to get release. She bounced her knee, swung her top leg and used her hands and arms to pull her tightly crossed legs towards her as if hugging them. Her bladder was hard and full but it was impossible for Sarah to leave her room for the next hour and she was beginning to worry.
By 3:30 Will was aware of a growing need between his legs. This was standard though and he learnt to ignore it. For ages he carried on regardless showing no signs of needing the bathroom at all. In fact he was so cool about it that he had some more water while he worked, as well as a sneaky biscuit to keep him alert. He was focussed on work and that was what he was here for though by 4:15 he did feel the need to cross his legs as the feeling of fullness in his bladder was pushing for more release. He didn’t want to think about his change of routine tonight nor the fact he would need to hold his pee even longer than normal if he was to make it home dry as always. He had over an hour of work left and he wanted to get the task complete.
Sarah felt quite uncomfortable with the situation she was in, not just the animosity between both clients and the tension that this carried but by the fact she was getting increasingly keen to have a wee. She found herself unconsciously shifting about willing the session to be over, though when she glanced at the clock she was only 15 minutes into the hour. Time was dragging as she continually had to remind her clients why they were here and to listen and respect one another. Some moments she felt very in control, both of the work situation and her personal struggle but at other moments she felt uneasy and struggling. She was fighting too battles simultaneously which made it much harder for her to keep her need for a bathroom at bay. She shuffled forward on her hard seat, having given both clients her leather armchairs, picking up papers to distract from the fact she was bouncing a little now on her seat. Her vagina just would not stop pounding and her bladder ached to be released. She tried turning on the seat and crossing her legs but that only stopped the constant bombardment from her bladder for a very short time. She asked her male client a question, only to have to request he repeated his answer because she was so distracted fidgeting on her seat to hear what he said. This made him angry which flared the situation even more! How dare her bladder affect her work! This was so incredulous when there was a ladies right next door! That thought taunted Sarah as she tried to remain in control despite being bursting.
Will was in the middle of typing when he suddenly felt a strong urge to piss. Instinctively he grabbed himself and squirmed on his seat. He always ended up very desperate to pee by the end of his long working day and his half hour drive home was always filled with frantic rubbing, pinching and bouncing on his seat. He’d worked in the same place now for three years but as he didn’t know anyone or speak to anyone he had no idea where the bathrooms where, and even if he did he knew he would never be able to ‘go’ regardless of how much he needed to. Will was so looking forward to getting back to his own apartment and using the toilet. The thought increased his need and as he bounced both legs at the knee under his desk when his mind suddenly recalled his Starbucks meet up with Sarah! He actually thought about texting and cancelling when he remembered the feeling of her stunning auburn hair running through his fingers, the warmth of her lips as they kissed and as he closed his eyes he pictured her beautiful naked body. He was instantly hard now and knew there was no way, regardless of how hard the change would be for him, that he could cancel. He would just need to wait a bit longer to piss than normal. Sarah knew about his struggle and Will reasoned she would understand and perhaps come back to his again with him so he could pee. She always understood and helped him. He would make it. He had to.
Things were slowly calming a little for Sarah, at least on the work front. Both parties were relaxing more and a bit more open to hear the other party. Things were not at all calming between her legs though as her desire to pee kept increasing and increasing to the point she was sure that had the couple not been so angry at each other and entranced in their own troubles they would have been able to tell that they were in the presence of a professional lady who was very desperate to pee! Sarah was sweating and warm from holding so much liquid that she took off her cardigan and folded it neatly on the floor beside her. She glanced up at the clock as she did so and noticed there was a full twenty minutes left of the session before she could pee. ‘This will be a close call’ she thought to herself as she wriggled around trying to stop herself from leaking. She was longing to hold between her legs but that was way too undignified and unprofessional. Instead she tightened her muscles as much as she could and squirmed as much as she dared. Oh how blissful her piss would be when she got to go! ‘Not long now’ she whispered to herself.
By 5:15 Will was bursting! He could hardly believe how suddenly his need had grown from casually needing a bathroom visit to absolutely desperate for one! Taking advantage of the privacy he had he had undone his trouser button and massaged his testicles and penis through his suit trousers and grey boxers. When he was hard and thinking of Sarah he found it eased his need but then something would distract him and suddenly his bladder would spasm and he ached to pee! He decided he would meet Sarah and they would go immediately to his apartment, just a small divert on the way home was all he could imagine coping with right now. His bladder was controlling his behaviour, his thoughts and his immediate future.
Sarah was trying to wind things down in her session when out of nowhere the female client burst into tears! Sarah handed her the box of tissue and the atmosphere changed and calmed as the girl sobbed for several minutes before she could even say anything. An awkward silence fell in the room only broken by the noise of Sarah squirming and swinging and bouncing her legs. Sarah cared about her clients, it was what set her apart as a counsellor and therapist, but she also cared about her own dignity and right now she knew she was not acting or looking professional as she moved about constantly on her seat. Her need to use a bathroom was all consuming and she hoped the client would settle quickly as not only did she need to run to the bathroom before she wet herself but she also longed to see Will. What she would do for one of his comforting, gentle and soothing hugs right now! Oh but she HAD to pee first, so urgently. |
Chapter 30:
Sarah watched the clock as the hour of her clients appointment ticked by with neither of them showing any desire to leave. Sarah had a huge dilemma; her bladder and heart both longed for them to leave as her need to pee was fierce and her desire to see Will strong, but her head and business mind knew that rushing vulnerable clients out wasn’t at all good for business. She took control gently by summarising the session and using subtle body language such as putting her cardigan back on to indicate that today’s session had ended. This was the part of the job Sarah struggled with. She never could bring herself to be abrupt enough to say, ‘thanks for coming again. Please make your next appointment at the front reception on your way out.’ It just wasn’t Sarah’s style as she much preferred things to start and end naturally. But her need to pee was becoming all consuming and controlling and she found herself standing up and walking towards the door hoping her clients would finally leave. Any longer and the place would need locked up due to the alarm timer so Sarah was grateful when they both raised from their seats and put their coats on. Sarah stood with her legs tightly crossed pressing her muscles as tight as she could. As she pulled the door open to let the couple leave Sarah glanced at the waiting room clock realising she should leave immediately if she wanted to meet Will on time. She just had to wee first though, however late she was!
Will was struggling. His need to release was very strong and he could no longer think about work. He paced the room as he tried to work out what to do. He was frequently this desperate by this time of day and leaked a fair few times on his journey home but today he wasn’t going straight home. He was meeting Sarah somewhere he had always longed to go to but never managed. Somewhere new and different and terrifying. Will longed with all his heart to see Sarah, to sort his life out, to overcome his crippling anxiety, but right this second he longed to be in his apartment standing feet slightly apart, his penis in his hands as he relaxed and pissed for eternity. He slipped his hand inside his trouser waist and squeezed his penis closed as his mind almost caused his body to release. There was just one thing stopping him cancelling or even texting Sarah and suggesting a later time and that was the sheer logistical fact that Starbucks was actually nearer than his own apartment. Surely they would have a toilet and surely,with Sarah’s support, he would manage to urinate there? Sarah had assisted him on two previous desperate emergencies before and he needed her help again so badly. Will quickly filled in the chart on his phone that he was completing for Sarah with the amount of liquid he consumed and the times he released. He calculated the exact volume of three mugs of coffee and two bottles of water as he rubbed his swollen and hard bladder and danced about frantic to pee. Five more minutes and he would slip out making sure to avoid all contact with other people and make his way to meet Sarah. He was sweating with nerves and too much waste fluid inside him. For the next five minutes he held and rubbed his penis trying to keep from leaking.
Sarah stood at the door to her room as her clients both checked their phones to clarify their next appointment. They were blocking Sarah moving and reaching the toilet and generally taking far too long to exit. Meanwhile Hannah had her coat on in preparation to leave, her computer already logged off and shut down as she diligently walked towards the others with a set of keys in her hand. Sarah was almost in tears trying to stop herself from having an accident as she bounced on the balls of her feet and bent forward as much as she dared. She was almost physically pushing the couple out of the doorway when she watched Hannah in horror as she proceeded to lock both sets of toilets ready for the building being shut down. The facility was part of a larger building on a residential street with strict regulations about when they could open and close which had been agreed to appease local residents. To ensure this happened an alarm system was installed that went off if the building was still occupied after a certain time. Hannah, of course, knew this and having swept and tidied the waiting area, closed her reception desk and turned everything off she could, she was only doing her job to lock up as she was aware Sarah’s final clients of the day were running over time.
On seeing Hannah do this the couple suddenly realised their error and left promptly while Sarah had no choice but to quickly grab her laptop, notes and her coat and lock her room on her way out. She glanced briefly at the bathrooms almost in tears as she evacuated the building with just minutes to spare. Hannah breathed a loud sigh of relief as the two ladies headed to their cars and Sarah heard her shouting over ‘That was close tonight! I really wish clients would leave on time eh!’ Sarah climbed into her cold car wishing the exact same thing, though not just for the sake of some stupid alarm. Throwing her bag and laptop onto the passenger seat she threw one hand immediately between her legs as she closed the driver’s door. As Hannah drove off Sarah found herself kneading her private area for all she was worth, almost masterbating with an extreme need to wee. She bounced up and down, one hand squeezing and pushing against her urethra as her legs bounced and writhed furiously in desperation. ‘I’m so bursting’ she muttered to herself. ‘Not sure I’m going to make it.’ And as if to emphasise to no-one else but herself, ‘I’m gonna pee myself if I don’t get to a loo soon!’ The 15 minute journey to Starbucks felt way too long! She doubted her capacity to last another five minutes let alone 15!
Will was a master at leaving his office without seeing anyone. If it was an Olympic event he would secure gold at every opportunity. He listened for footprints as he stood at the door, coat on, bag on his back and one hand squeezing his member for all he was worth. He signed out and swiped the doors open and was in his car in record time throwing his bag on the passenger floor, all the while holding his fledging penis between his thumb and forefinger as it craved to be free to piss. As quick as he could Will fastened his seatbelt, started his car and drove out the car park. He was so tempted to just drive home, pee, cook Monday nights dinner like he always did and forget all about Sarah but he knew that was just a combination of his severe bladder urgency and his severe anxiety. He wasn’t sure he could make it to Starbucks dry but since it was five minutes and twenty seconds nearer that his home (Will thrived on exact times) he theorised that he had marginally more chance of making it there dry than home. He just hoped tonight’s traffic would be kind!
Wether it was the distraction of seeing Will again or the logistics of diving but Sarah found her intense need dying down ever so slightly to a dull ache as she made her way through rush hour traffic to the coffee shop. Oh she still needed to pee, extremely badly, but as long as her mind thought of something else she seemed under control, just. It didn’t stop her muttering in frustration at ever amber or red light and every slow car at the roundabouts though. ‘Oh hurry up, I’m bloody dying for a piss here’ and ‘Oh God lights change NOW before I soak myself and my car’ and even when traffic was moving steadily she was moaning to herself, ‘Oh gotta pee’. Sarah just hoped the ladies in Starbucks didn’t have a queue.
Will was tearful, stressed, angry and agitated. His need to use a bathroom was making him edgy and snappy. He cursed at every red light, flashed his lights at a slow bus and tooted when a taxi cut him up. It was somewhat out of character for Will but his body was in pain and his penis ached with the squeezing. His boxers were already damp with drops of urine and Will was angry at himself for his sheer inability to find the toilets at work, use them, speak to people and pee with others around. What could be so difficult when your whole body would do anything for release? This wasn’t fun anymore and he wanted it over with now. Anger at least pushed his anxiety aside and enabled him to turn off the main road and second left into the retail park where he found the coffee shop and parked facing away from the entrance so no-one could see his clenched teeth and crotch holding. He was so distracted by the burning sensation in his urethra he hadn’t noticed a car pulling up speedily beside him.
Sarah pulled into the car park driving one handed as she pushed against her work trousers and knickers urgently. As she raced into the retail area she skidded into the parking space at record speed. ‘Almost there’ she muttered as she unclipped her seatbelt and grabbed her hand bag with not a moment to spare.
Will caught a glimpse of the girl getting out beside him and he was once again entranced by everything about her. Her smart work trousers, her fitted white blouse, her navy cardigan he could easily imagine removing from her and her feminine little light scarf that bounced off her breasts and bouncing legs. Sarah didn’t look happy though and Will wondered if his lack of texts or emails were to blame. He opened his car door and climbed out, immediately having to tightly cross his legs as a small squirt shot from his throbbing dick.
At first Sarah hadn’t even noticed Will but hearing the car door shut just after hers made her turn. She couldn’t help but pee dance madly between the cars as she noticed Will bent forward and obviously holding himself.
‘Hi Will, please excuse me here. I’ll be with you really soon but honestly if I stand here another minute I’m going to piss myself so badly. I’m beyond desperate to pee. I’ll meet you inside in a bit...or come get you in your car if that’s easier’ she shouted back as she ran towards the entrance.
Will stood there legs crossed, hand squeezing his crotch, bent forward wondering wether to try facing the gents or risk waiting for Sarah in his car in the hope he could hold on while she peed and then the next four minutes plus to his apartment. He looked at the entrance to the coffee shop, then his car, then back to the shop as he hobbled towards the shop obvious to anyone looking that he was a man right on the verge of an accident. |
Chapter 31:
Sweat drops gathered on Will’s forehead and the back of his shirt was warm and sweaty. He was well out of his comfort zone but faced with the fact his body was demanding strongly for somewhere to pee he pushed himself through. He almost ran after Sarah with one hand in his pocket grabbing his penis and the other hand trying to hide the growing wet spot on the front of his suit trousers. His teeth were clenched, his muscles tight, his toes curled as his whole body tried to hold on just a bit longer. The lights were bright, the sound of coffee machines and chatter overwhelming and the warmth of the building made him sweat more than ever. Will looked at the floor, raising his head just enough to watch Sarah’s feet run to the corner where he assumed the bathrooms were. Then she suddenly disappeared.
Sarah was mortified. She was a businesswoman, respected in the community and at risk of seeing current or previous clients in a public coffee shop in the town she lived and worked in. Yet here she was hurrying to the toilets in the least ladylike manner ever. She could feel her urethra so strong as it pushed frantically for release. Her bladder hurt, her head was spinning, her eyes felt like they were filled and overflowing. All she could do was attempt to get to the ladies before her body gave in. She saw the sign marked ‘toilets’ and made a run for it.
Will entered the door and stood trying to process his surroundings for a second. A further four doors were signposted: ladies, gents, disabled and baby change. He was struggling to think but the visual sign of the man forced him to push open the gents. Will stood there frozen in fear, holding his penis as tight as he could through his trouser pocket. There in front of him was another man peeing freely into a urinal and one of the two cubicles also appeared occupied. Will ran to the free cubicle as his breathing became faster and his heart beat loud. He could barely breathe let alone pee, though he hastily went through the motions of undoing his trousers and pulling his penis out of his damp underwear. Will stood there dying for release but so tense and afraid that nothing would work, regardless how badly he needed it too.
Sarah was so relived to see a stall free. She pushed the door shut, locked it and turned whilst dancing about like a little child. Her bladder was so full that she had to tug her trousers down as she sat down and relaxed. As the first spurt escaped she immediately knew something was wrong. She felt so much warmth and wetness, more than she should of, and as she glanced down she realised that her knickers had had a lower waistband to her trousers and hence as she pulled her trousers down her knickers had remained on. Sarah tried standing up over the toilet, her feet on the floor either side and she managed to pull her knickers just an inch down before the floodgates opened with a vengeance. It was too late. Her knickers were getting drenched so she left them half on, half off as she allowed her body to piss for all it was worth. Just then her mobile beeped with a message.
‘Sarah, please help me.’
Sarah replied as her pee gushed out of her at speed. ‘Have you made it to the toilets Will or are you still in your car?’
‘In toilet. People here. Can’t pee’
‘Will you can do this. I need you to stop texting and find the photograph of your toilet at home on your phone. Look at it, visualise yourself there, switch off to everything else. Imagine how it will feel to let yourself relax and release. Think of that picture as where you at right now, freely able let go, happy and secure. Text me back if you need any more help. Thinking of you. Sarah xx’
Will was crying. His boxers were wet, there was a wet patch on his suit trousers and he was standing abreast over a toilet holding his flaccid penis loosely in his hand with his phone in the other. He did exactly as Sarah said and pressed ‘photos’ on his iPhone and scrolled to the photo of his toilet back home. He tried to imagine being there but just then the toilet in the adjacent cubicle flushed and he wanted to scream. He wanted silence to do this and he wanted privacy.
In frustration he came out of photos and text Sarah again. ‘This is hard’
Immediately she replied: ‘I know but if you can do this I have something for you. I think you will like it.’
That got Will’s interest and his mind went into a spin. He wanted to know what it was but he could not leave the cubicle until he released. He brought the photo back up, shut off his mind to the sights and sounds around him and imagined himself in his own bathroom, looking at the toilet on his phone, relaxed, happy and secure. It took over a minute before his body finally responded to his thoughts as slowly a little urine released then stopped, then restarted, then stopped. Finally a slow but steady stream came as Will signed with relief, though his stream had a mind of its own and was not for ending any time soon.
Sarah was so relieved to have made it...well sort of made it. Even after her pee ended and she sat there sighing from the intensity and relief suddenly out of nowhere she began pissing again. Clearly her bladder still had some left! Her knickers were drenched but other than a coin size wet spot her trousers seemed to have escaped. Sarah shook her trousers off as another spurt of pee dribbled out of her yet again. She pushed her trousers to the side as she pulled her soaked pants off and put them on the floor away from her trousers. She picked up her handbag and rummaged for the little sandwich bags she kept for disposing of used sanitary wear. Finding one she picked up her wet knickers and put them in the bag just as Will texted her saying ‘This is hard.’ Suddenly out of nowhere Sarah had a naughty idea. She recalled how aroused Will was by her desperation and urgency to pee at the weekend and she tied the plastic bag and changed her mind from putting it in the sanitary bin as originally planned to putting it in her own bag. It wasn’t the first this had happened to her, though thankfully it was still rare. She text Will suggesting to him she had a surprise before putting her suit trousers on with nothing underneath and flushing. She could not stop smiling as she thought of Will while she washed her hands hoping that he had managed to pee. She imagined him so desperate at work again, thought back to seeing him holding himself when she saw him at his car and combined with her naughty secret of having wet pants in her handbag and no knickers on she found herself very horny for Will again.
Will was so proud of himself, though somehow he still felt he hadn’t quite emptied as much as he needed. He had released loads though and nothing else was for coming right now so he tucked himself in, flushed, washed up and headed outside hoping Sarah was waiting for him and he wouldn’t have to enter the coffee shop on his own. He was so relieved to see her when he came out he threw his arms around her spontaneously and kissed her beautiful lips.
Sarah pulled away though she held onto Will closely.
‘So it worked?’
‘Yes! You are wonderful!’
And at that he kissed her again.
‘Let’s get that coffee Will eh?’
‘Yes please. I want to know what you have for me too.’
‘Let’s order and I’ll tell you handsome!’ |
Chapter 32:
Will found the coffee shop every bit as fear inducing as he thought it would be. Sarah lead him to a chair near the window with as much privacy as possible but still Will was visibly shaking and panicky. This was so out of his comfort zone but he was thirsty and he had wanted to try a caramel macchiato for as long as he could remember! He concentrated on slowing his breathing as he sat down.
Sarah could see how hard this was for Will but she knew from her training that pushing boundaries was the best way to overcome barriers in life. She was so proud of Will but she knew and understood his difficulties too. This was his first ever trip to a coffee shop so she was happy to order for them both. She went close to Will and asked him clearly what he wanted and smiled as he pointed on the menu. Sometimes Will just couldn’t speak and that was fine with Sarah. What he lacked in anxiety, fear and social struggles he more than made up for in other ways.
Sarah came back with one caramel macchiato and one cafe latte. Both looked amazing and as he sipped his coffee Will was noticeably calming. There was so much he longed to say but finding the right words was just so hard in public.
Sarah was happy to initiate as she spoke about her busy day and apologised about her earlier desperation outlining to Will how she hadn’t managed to go all day and how she was increasingly bursting but how her receptionist had locked the toilets and she thought she would wet herself. Sarah knew full well the effect this would have on Will but she continued anyway. In a volume that kept others from hearing too much detail, Sarah retold in detail her bouncing, fidgeting, squirming and holding that had lead to her running to the loo not fifteen minutes beforehand.
Will was infatuated with Sarah and the more he heard about her desperation the harder his penis got and the more he wanted her. He tried drinking his coffee as a distraction but lowering his head to get to his mug only put Sarah’s delicious breasts pright in his eye-line. God was she stunning and hearing about her bursting was consuming him with sheer lust. To avoid stroking himself publicly Will placed one hand onto the table but when Sarah touched his hand his entire body was alight with passion.
Sarah was certain of the effect she was having on Will. It was only fair, she reasoned to herself, since the very thought of him made her weak at the knees! When she saw Will’s hand on the table she gently touched it. She’d only know this man a mere few days but the chemistry between them was intense. Sarah leaned forward and whispered into Will’s ear.
‘I was so bursting, so desperate, so urgently craving release Will that I had a little accident. I couldn’t get my knickers down in time and I pissed myself with them on. I’ve kept them if you would like them?’
Will very near shot his load at that! He pulled Sarah’s face to his and kissed her deeply, his long hard penis pounding against the table beneath him with longing for Sarah’s body. He hoped sarah knew the answer by his actions as he didn’t want to appear like a dog on heat by trying to find words. He only pulled his mouth away from Sarah’s to finish his coffee. His caramel macchiato was delicious but nowhere near as delicious as Sarah was. He wanted her so much.
Sarah wanted to get to know Will all of a sudden, she reasoned it would make her feel less slut like for fucking an ex-client and basically a stranger. After all she was
about to give him a pair of pants she had just pissed in and really that wasn’t normal to do with someone you only just met 4 days previously.
‘So you said you had fish for dinner on a Friday. What’s your Monday menu then?
She hoped Will wouldn’t think she was mocking him or looking for a cheap laugh because she intended neither of those.
Will loved that Sarah had recalled that Fridays were his fish night and he was happy to share how Monday was curry night. He was a little surprised though to hear Sarah laugh at his reply. What was so hilarious about curry? He looked at Sarah confused.
Sarah laughed, though immediately regretted it. It must have looked like she was laughing at Will when she wasn’t at all. She was laughing at the irony that she had a curry already bubbling in her slow cooker waiting for her to come home! Of all the things she could have prepared before work she had to have chosen the one thing Will ate this exact night. That, she reasoned, was an omen.
‘Sorry Will. I wasn’t laughing at you. It’s just...well you so won’t believe this...but before I left for work today I put some chicken and sauce and vegetables in my slow cooker...to make a chicken curry! I mean what’s the chances of that?’
Will’s mind immediately tried to work out the exact statistical possibility of that but with too many variables he just looked at Sarah and shrugged.
There was an awkward silence before Sarah came to the logical conclusion.
‘Will, would you like to come to mine for curry? I mean it’s all ready I just need to boil some rice and heat the nan bread and...sorry you must think I’m crazy...maybe I am?’
Will stood up and walked towards Sarah, pulling her up and kissing her deeply in full public view, his erect penis rubbing her inside leg.
Will hated change but some changes were different. He longed for Sarah with every fibre in his body. He also happened to be pretty hungry and nothing sounded more comforting, more appealing than the very thing he had every Monday night. At least now, he reasoned, he would spare the preparation and cleaning up, both of which he hated. Besides he so wanted those wet knickers from Sarah but he knew enough about social norms to know that exchange, just like the other exchange his body wanted with Sarah, was best done in private. |
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Sarah held Will’s hand, her fingers intwined in his, as she lead him to the car park to their cars.
‘Do you want my postcode for your sat-Nov or would you like to follow me?’
Will always drove with his sat nav on, even when he knew where he was going. It was like having a passenger with him and the voice soothed and comforted him and reassured him as he drove. Will looked at the ground embarrassed.
‘Could I have your postcode and house number please?’
Sarah opened her door and found a piece of paper and pen in her glove box and wrote the details for Will as she felt this would settle his anxiety more than if she just told him. As she wrote it she reassured Will by saying she was just ten minutes further east than his apartment and that it was mostly main road all the way. Sarah handed Will the paper and kissed him on the cheek.
‘Will, you are amazing! See you in about 15 minutes handsome. Just pull behind me into the driveway if you want.’ And at that she blew him a kiss.
Sarah climbed in her car smiling from ear to ear. She really liked Will and he sent her into a frenzy so quickly. He was everything she wanted and so much more but she felt a little crazy, childish even, getting excited about him seeing her house. It wasn’t anything like as ordered and pristine as Will’s but it was hers and just where she felt comfortable. The traffic had cleared from the evening rush hour and Sarah found it easy to keep Will’s car in sight behind her as she drove.
Will typed the new unfamiliar postcode in and pressed navigate. He was shaking slightly with nerves, his penis still way more erect that it usually was when he drove and his heart beating wildly. He couldn’t stop his mind drifting to hearing about Sarah not peeing all day and how she described her need so sexily. Just her voice made him weak at the knees. He concentrated on following the familiar voice which took him an unfamiliar route, the anxiety stirring inside him. His stomach rumbled with hunger which pushed him past his fear as he continued to stay within sight of Sarah’s car.
Sarah pulled into her driveway with Will just behind. Sarah pulled her laptop bag and handbag out of the car and headed to the door to unlock it. She beckoned to Will to come in and as he approached the front door she gently pulled him in and took off his coat leading him into her small but comfortable lounge.
‘Make yourself comfortable Will while I cook the rice and bread. Put the TV on if you like?’
She handed Will the remote as he turned the news on and sat on the couch to watch. Sarah slipped into the kitchen, just off the living room, and put some rice in a pot with water and took the nan from the fridge. She checked the curry, it’s full and appealing aroma filling the entire house, then opened a bottle of wine and poured two glasses. She slipped into the living room, kissing Will on the cheek and handed him some wine.
Will adored the smell of the curry as it wafted around him. He was so looking forward to eating and so grateful for the wine as he sipped his glass while catching up on current affairs, surprisingly more comfortable than he expected to be in unfamiliar surroundings.
When Sarah appeared soon after with a plate of curry with rice and nan bread on the side Will thought he was in heaven. He ate every last bit, drinking two glasses of water to wash it down. It was amazing, he thought, how much better and happier people felt when they had had a good meal.
Sarah watched Will eat with such contentment. He was so grateful, so happy, so relaxed looking though she could not help but smile as she watched him drink two full glasses of water. She herself hadn’t drank much less though as she had consumed a glass of wine while cooking and almost two glasses of water with her meal without thinking.
Sarah cleared the dishes away and loaded the dishwasher before returning quickly to sit down on the couch beside Will who was happily watching TV still. She brought in the remains of the wine and poured them both a glass as they chilled together content with each other’s presence and satisfied after a delicious meal.
Sarah was the first to start up conversation, as was normal since they met.
‘Hey, I haven’t given you your present yet have I? Sorry Will!’
Will tried to act cool and laid back but the image in his head of Sarah bursting and not quite getting to the toilet in time, combined with the fact he had longed to touch and smell and...well masterbate....over a pair of knickers a girl had wet all his life gave him an instant hard on.
Sarah was so excited, so aroused at the thought of giving Will her knickers.
‘I forgot you have not had any underwear on since Starbucks Sarah! How does it feel to, you know, feel the crotch of your trousers against your...’
‘My pussy lips? Oh it’s quite ticklish, quite arousing actually! Quite airy and liberating...but I don’t make a habit of going knickerless haha’
Will laughed though his mind was instantly trying to imagine what lay under Sarah’s smart suit trousers, wondering if she had been wearing a skirt if anyone in the coffee shop might have seen her naked crotch. Will’s mind and body were in synch as he lusted after Sarah, though he tried not to be too full on.
‘Here. Feel them, smell them, put them to your skin. Whatever you want. You can keep them forever as a souvenir if you like?’
Will felt naughty. Sarah was taking him to the point so quickly that he had to have her. His hard dick was twitching in his trousers, yearning to be touched and stroked.
Will coughed, a fake, embarrassment cough.
‘Emmm, really? Whatever I want with them?’
‘Oh course!’
Will fished the wet knickers from the bag, smelling them, licking them, feeling every part of them before undoing his fly, pulling out his long erect penis and covering it in Sarah’s wet underwear. God he loved this girl! She was the sexiest, most incredible girl alive...
Sarah watched what Will was doing in amazement and curiosity. God this man was like all her dreams come true! He was aroused by exactly the same things as she was. And right now she was terribly aroused and longing. |
Chapter 34:
Sarah gulped the last remaining mouthful of wine down before unbuttoning Will’s shirt as slowly and provocatively as she could, running her tongue down Wills chest as she did so. Meanwhile Will was undoing the hook on Sarah’s suit trousers and looking longingly at her naked legs and crotch. He slipped his hands around her as she continued to slowly and sexually undress him, feeling her beautiful bum cheeks and slowly teasing his hands to touch her vaginal lips. Sarah took one of his hands away, gently standing him up so she could undo and remove his suit trousers. She explored his bottom cheeks with her hands, circling them and discovering every little area before exploring his testicles with her fingers, all the while his huge hard penis still wrapped up in her damp knickers from her earlier wetting.
Seeing her damp underwear sent a little signal to her body that her bladder could once again do with being emptied. Now wasn’t the time for boring things like toilet visits though so she continued undressing Will pulling his trousers and boxers right off and massaging his feet as she removed each sock. All the time Will was exploring Sarah and undressing her simultaneously as his eyes lit up at the beauty and perfection before him. Regardless how much he longed to fuck Sarah he wanted to take his time this time and linger in fore play as long as he could.
Soon the only piece of clothing on either of them was the damp Knickers loosely tied around Will’s dick. Sarah teased him by stroking him lightly with her hands on her own underpants as she watched Wills face and body react. She was so temped to mount him as he sat on the couch in front of her but she wanted to linger in the moment much longer too. This was all she had ever dreamt of and so much more.
Sarah sat down beside Will, cuddled into his arms as his hand and fingers caressed her hair lovingly. Her hands still exploring Wills body while her head rested on his shoulders.
‘Will, would you prefer we stayed down here or be upstairs? I don’t mind?’
‘Mmmmmm....I’m very happy here just now. How about you?’
Sarah turned Will’s face towards her as she turned her body to face towards him as they kissed passionately, their naked bodies touching each other sending waves of desire through them both. After a few minutes Sarah slowly pulled away.
‘Will, are you thirsty? That curry left me dry. You want some more wine? Coffee? Water?’
‘Mmmmm coffee served by a naked waitress? Yes please!’
Will watched Sarah’s bum wiggle as she nipped to the kitchen to make another drink, his penis slowly settling down as she did so. As Will looked around the room at Sarah’s plants, books on her coffee table and pictures on the wall he felt a sudden spasm from nowhere. His bladder was filling fast and it was starting to want release. Will had no idea where Sarah’s bathroom was. He had only came through the front door and into the living room and had yet to even see her kitchen. He felt awkward asking so he ignored the signal and carried on.
Sarah was shocked at how suddenly she needed the loo! The second she walked next door to the kitchen and the slight temperature change affected her, combined with filling the kettle with water, she found herself doing a slight pee dance while she tried to concentrate on making Will a coffee and herself a tea. She sneaked a peek into the lounge seeing a naked Will walking around the room looking a little anxious.
Will stood up and walked around a bit hoping his need to pee would die away quick. Now just didn’t seem the right time at all to be disturbing the flow to go to the bathroom. He would wait until they went upstairs later and see where it was then, assuming of course he could muster the strength to use it.
Sarah returned with two mugs of hot drinks and some biscuits.
‘You chilly Will? We can go upstairs if you prefer?’
Will thought about his need to empty his bladder but decided sitting beside a naked and beautiful girl was of much more importance than anything else right now. Before Sarah sat down after putting the drinks down Will pulled her into him holding her naked body to his and kissing her for all he was worth.
Finally Sarah sat down though Will noticed she seemed less relaxed, a bit distracted.
‘Are you ok Sarah?’
‘Yeah. Yes of course. Just a bit...emmmm....chilly. I’ll get a blanket.’
Sarah opened a drawer in the lounge and pulled out a fleece blanket as they snuggled together enjoying just being with each other. Will laid back on the couch with one leg lying the length of the couch with Sarah between his legs, his dick feeling the soft of her back, the blanket over his legs and Sarah’s.
Without the pressure and distraction of eye contact Will was more open and chatty.
‘Will, can I ask you something?’
‘Ask away my beauty.’
‘You know how you only use your own bathroom. I keep thinking about that you know. It fascinates me so much. I keep thinking if I did that I’m be so bursting, so desperate, I’d have so many accidents. You must have amazing control.’
‘It’s not something I planned you know. It never used to bother me. You know, when I was younger. I hated, I mean really hated, the school toilets so I would hold all day at school and be so bursting when I got home. But other than school I didn’t really intentionally tell myself ‘oh you can only piss at home’ or anything like that. I guess it all started when I was ten in school.’
Sarah had handed Will his coffee and he sipped and stroked Sarah’s hair between opening up.
‘Do you want to talk about that day Will? I’d love to hear about it.’
Sarah sounded like the counsellor she was trained to be, yet deep inside somewhere she kept very private, she longed to hear how desperate young Will had been in school because it turned her on. This was why she could never have discussed these issues in a paid capacity, but naked in Wills body, not even having to look him in the eyes, she felt it was ok to get aroused by his experience. Besides, she was already very aroused by Will and her own need to pee was adding to that state by the minute too. To prevent herself stroking herself she stroked Wills inside leg instead.
‘I’ve been ready to talk about that since we first met Sarah. I think you have the key to helping me move on from this.’ |
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Sarah sipped at her tea, aware her bladder was already rather full but enjoying the comfort of the hot drink anyway. Sitting between Will’s legs made her so secure, so wanted. She certainly didn’t intend leaving to be alone in the bathroom and she didn’t want to miss a single moment of Will’s conversation.
‘Will, I’m here and ready. Just take it at your own pace.’
‘Well, as I said, I hated school toilets. I remember seeing them when I first started school and being horrified at the thing on the wall I was supposed to pee into. My parents didn’t send me to nursery. I was an only child so it wasn’t until I started school that I saw my first urinal. I think maybe before that if I was out with mum she just took me to the ladies. I can’t really remember using bathrooms much outside the house ever. Anyway, the school toilets just didn’t feel like the bathroom at home in any way. The thought that someone else could use the toilet at the same time as me in another cubicle just felt wrong. Where was the bath? As a child it just looked, smelt and even sounded different. I was instantly terrified of those hand drier things too. I mean who even invented those? I remember as young as 4, maybe 5 just thinking ‘no thanks’ when I saw the school bathrooms. I stuck to that too you know. My mum, or my child minder would pick me up at 3pm and I would be doing that whole kid pee dance thing and almost holding myself utterly desperate for the loo. I always prayed it was mum picking me up so I could get home to pee. I lived just over a mile from school but my mum worked so she would get me by car. I would sit in the back of the car squeezing my penis closed and squirming like crazy every single day. I think mum knew but she never ever said anything. I always said I was going upstairs to do homework but it was always to get to the bathroom before I wet myself. The days I had the child minder were the worse thought...’
Sarah was enjoying Will’s memory immensely though her own body, wether in sympathy for the young Will in the story or due to too many drinks, was very much feeling the same need to pee as Will was describing. Unconsciously she was squirming and fidgety as she placed her empty mug on the table. While she paused to do so Will downed the remainder of his coffee and sat his mug down too. Sarah snuggled back into his chest, her back against his hairy chest, her neck resting on Will’s shoulder behind her. She took Will’s arm that was nearest the couch and cupped his hand over her naked breast knowing exactly what effect this would have on Will. He wasn’t objecting.
Will had longed to offload this memory for so long that despite being bursting for the toilet, every bit as much as he had been back in his school days, he was determined not to ruin his one chance to be helped. Taking a break, regardless how short, would throw his thoughts and momentum and he may never get this opportunity ever again. He’d wait. Touching the breasts of a beautiful naked woman was sure to help at least.
‘So sometimes my mum couldn’t finish for 3 and I had to go with a child minder. She was nice enough and gave me snacks and stuff but I always felt weird using her bathroom as the kids were meant to stay downstairs but her only bathroom was upstairs. I was scared to get shouted at or something.’
Will shifted on the couch as he felt Sarah wriggling too. He ought to be hard so physically close to such a stunning girl and feeling her wonderful sexy breasts but his need to pee was unfortunately preventing that happening. In fact his free hand was touching himself frequently but not to cum, more to help keep urine at bay. Still he really didn’t want to move despite how uncomfortable he was.
Sarah was so ridiculously horny but becoming more and more in need of a bathroom break. Will was more, much more, important than her bladder though. She squirmed against the couch and crossed her legs with both legs on the couch feeling Will’s breath on her neck with his every word.
‘So I would play a computer game or with Lego or watch TV and keep fidgeting about trying to hold on. I’m pretty sure the child minder knew but she never once said. I can’t really recall if I ever did use her bathroom but if I did it was very rare. By the time my mum would come I would be holding myself openly, red faced. I dreaded my mum and the child minder chatting but my mum wasn’t that chatty really thankfully. I remember sometimes getting in the car from the child minder and my mum saying she was bursting for the loo. Maybe she was trying to make me feel better but I don’t know. Now and again I look back and wonder if maybe I inherited my fear of other toilets from her. Who knows?’
Sarah could feel Will touching himself which turned her on so much more. With Will’s hand still fondling her breast, her bladder pounding for release and her clitoris rock hard and protruding she could not stop herself from playing with her own vaginal area with her free hand.
Will whispered in her ear, ‘Is this turning you on?’ ‘Yes’ Sarah replied as Will licked the back of her neck.
‘So what was different the day you were ten when, you know, it changed?’
‘Well I’m not really sure why but by lunchtime that day I felt a bit of a need to pee. I think it was cold outside or I had drank more of my water bottle and had a carton of juice with my lunch or, I don’t really know, I just recall being in the playground after lunch and needing the toilet. Of course I didn’t go. I didn’t play football or anything. I kind of just watched other kids mostly from memory but this lunchtime I remember walking about quite aware I needed the bathroom but determined to hold. When we went back inside it didn’t go away, in fact the need was constant. But afternoon was just an hour and a half so I figured I would be ok. I swung my legs, crossed them and wriggled about on my chair. It was constant though and even getting stronger and then the teacher called us to sit on the carpet for some reason. I could not sit still by then. I was rocking, wriggling, so fidgety and I was sweating. Then this other kid shouted out. ‘Miss I think William needs the toilet. Look!’. I was so embarrassed and tried so hard to sit still but I could feel the pee right at the end of my penis as I sat on my knees with my hand in my trouser pocket holding myself and squirming so bad. I didn’t talk in school, not to the teachers anyway. The teacher looked at me and asked if I was ok and I just nodded. So she handed us a worksheet and sent us back to our desk. I was incredibly bursting now. I swung my legs so much hoping it would help but it didn’t. I was angry at myself and my bladder for not being able to hold on until I got home but I knew I just couldn’t. I think the teacher knew because she came over to my desk and quietly whispered to me ‘William do you need to go to the bathroom?’ I nodded squirming like crazy. She told me to go and I got up and ran out. I was almost wetting myself I was so desperate.’
It was like Will was back in that moment right now again. He paused to squirm and bounce his leg which was on the floor up and down whilst tightly holding his penis closed. He had no idea where Sarah’s loo was but he badly needed to ask. He could not get up until Sarah moved though.
He blew onto Sarahs hair and watched as her body reacted. He knew where her hand was as he felt her body gently rock back and forth against his testicles. Will’s head was turned on though his body was too intent on holding his bladder at bay to reflect that.
Will took a breath and whispered into Sarah’s ear.
‘Honey, I actually really really need to piss right now too. I’m bursting. Can I nip to your bathroom please?’
Sarah laughed.
‘Oh my Will, I’m really really bursting too. The only thing preventing me pissing myself is my fingers inside myself. Have a feel sweetie’
And at that she took Will’s hand from her breast and placed it over her throbbing pussy, which devoured his hand and fingers like a starved animal. Will shook as Sarah tipped her head back in enjoyment as he felt how wet and warm Sarah was. He kissed Sarah’s face though he had to force himself to squirm badly even with the weight of Sarah on top of him.
‘You really are beautiful Sarah. I just can’t wait much longer. I’ve been holding and holding and holding on and....oh fuck it’s about to burst out babe. Will grabbed his dick for all he was worth with the only hand he had free as a small squirt leaked out.
Meanwhile Will felt liquid surround his hand between Sarah’s legs. It seemed more moist, thinner, than her mucus as Sarah moaned.
‘Sorry Will. It’s not going to stay in. I’m trying. Oh fuck I have to piss Will.’ |
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Sarah quickly pulled Will’s hand out from her vagina and replaced it immediately with her own as she ran suddenly into the kitchen, returning seconds later with two glass jugs. She handed one to Will and placed the other on the floor as she crouched over it.
Will stood up, holding the jug in one hand and tightly gripping his member with the other. Sarah caught a glimpse of his face as she looked up and smiled at him.
‘Will, don’t let this stop you. Carry on with your story. Take yourself right back there. Imagine you are ten again and it’s all happening right now. I’ll try my best to hang on and...well we both know what happens so when you get to that bit we can both let go just like you did that day. Ok?’
From the day Will had experienced the event at school he was recalling in detail right now he had had serious debilitating issues with peeing anywhere except home. He had never ever peed in a jug, let alone in the presence of a naked and incredibly stunning girl like Sarah. He really wasn’t sure about all this but he had just felt urine run down his fingers and he could see himself how badly Sarah needed release yet here she was putting herself on the line, sacrificing her own need to relax in order to support Will. He owed it to her to try.
He aimed his penis right into the jug and closed his eyes as he took himself back to school at the moment he ran out of the class almost wetting himself.
‘So I was so scared,so embarrassed, so worried about being caught. I ran to the bathrooms and pushed the door open, rushed to a cubicle and closed the door behind me. I immediately fished my apparatus out and aimed him at the pan and stood there waiting for it to come out.’
‘Mmmmmm. Ohhhhhhh. Keep talking Will. I’m waiting for you. Ohhhhh.’
‘I was bursting. My bladder was full and I was so uncomfortable. I had to pee the worst I could remember and I had been urgently trying to keep it in for oh so long.’
‘Mmmmm I know honey. I’m right there with you. Ohhh keep going.’
‘But, I can’t explain it. It just wouldn’t come out. I mean a little drip or two dropped from my penis as if the floodgates were preparing to burst but that was all. It was so difficult to hold yet so difficult to release. It was as if I was being tortured. I was shaking, crying and felt such a failure.’
Drip drip.
Will’s penis released the tiniest of drips into the glass jar as, simultaneously, Sarah allowed a small dribble to escape too.
Drop drop.
Will was struggling and although Sarah could easily have just let go and released and relaxed she wanted to experience everything Will had that day. The pain, the frustration and the sheer contradiction of his mind and body fighting against each other at a crucial time. She concentrated and tried to imagine herself in the same position no matter how hard it was. She could not help but moan as the intensity was incredible on so many levels.
‘I stood there like an utter failure. It was like someone was laughing at me in my head telling me how stupid I was and what a fool I was making of myself for having been so openly squirming in class. It hurt so much. My whole body hurt. My mind hurt. It is so hard to describe that intensity of need and desire of being right in the very edge of longing for something only for it to be just that second out of reach.’
‘Mmmm I get it babe. I’m there with you. Oh God how hard and difficult that must have been sweetheart. I’m feeling that.’
Will’s eyes were closed tight. His hand holding his penis exactly as he did back almost 19 years previously. His stance the same, the feeling the same, the desires identical. He was right there again.
‘Time seemed to freeze and I panicked. I had no idea how long I had been but I was so scared and embarrassed and upset at my body for failing me that I tucked my little thing back into my trousers, zipped up and walked back to class. Maybe it had all just been in my mind? Maybe I hadn’t been bursting after all?’
‘Oh Will. But you were baby. You really were. I can feel it too. Oh beautiful, keep talking. It’s ok I believe you. Oh God do I know how desperate your bladder really was. I promise you I can feel this.’
Sarah had her own eyes closed, determined to not let anything out until Will did, both in his memory and in reality. But this was taking everything she had to hold. This was letting someone else control her need which she had never experienced before. This was intensive physically, emotionally and sexually. She was loving and hating it simultaneously but so hooked. Was this therapy, fore play, or intensive love making? She really wasn’t sure which.
‘I walked back to class so upset and trying not to show it. I slipped into my seat and started doing my worksheet, no legs shaking or knees bouncing or swinging because...well everyone thought I had had my release so I could not need to go again? So I sat there, internalising my thoughts and actions, feeling so much pressure and pain but assuming I was some freak who was making it all up. I tried to do my work. I sat so still, so quietly, like everything was fine even though this huge battle, war even, was going on in my body. Does that make sense?’
‘Oh it makes sense all right. There’s definitely a war going on sweetie. Keep going...please?’
‘And then I felt this warmth on my leg. Just a little’
Splash.
Sarah lost control for a second, utterly unplanned and against her will.
Splash.
Will let out a spurt suddenly against all desire.
‘I heard it like a little sssssss sound. I felt it. I was sure I could even smell it. I shut my mind off. I was stuck in a moment of no return, in a situation where my body was ruling my everything. I entered a place I could not return from no matter how hard I tried. This moment was out-with my control, out-with my ability to reason or plan. Suddenly, violently, it happened.’
Swash. Swish, splash.
Burble, fizzing, foaming, hissing.
Simultaneous long, uncontrollable pissing going on and on and on.
‘Ohhhhhhh. Mmmmmmmm. Yeahhhhhhh’
Both tearful, sniffing, moaning.
Engrossed in history, yet as present as ever. Locked in a memory so consuming it affected the present as if it was now. Reliving, re-experiencing, replaying events that changed everything for Will. Unity of mind, body and spirit on a level higher than anything either had ever known. The ultimate in healing, release, freedom, but without the humiliation that came with the original event.
It was only after both jugs were full, steaming and frothy that either opened their eyes.
Both jugs simultaneously, as if this was all a well rehearsed dream, placed on the table, while both ran into each other’s embrace, celebrating, relishing in the moment, as their lips met each other’s in a passion and connection never felt before.
It was time now. |
Chapter 37:
Both knew what the other wanted. Both knew what they wanted too. Sarah headed upstairs with Will following, tickling her, touching her; both full of life, full of desire and in tune.
Sarah jumped on her bed naked and patted the bed beside her. The time for talking was over and now it was time to let actions say more than words ever could.
Will pulled the duvet away laughing, his penis hard and ready now and his mind clear of stress and worry. He felt something very deep for Sarah, she had a way of going above and beyond; physically and emotionally connecting on a level way beyond his wildest dreams. This would be his way of thanking her for all she was doing for him.
Will was a perfect gentleman; no rushing, no pushing, no pain. His tongue and fingers made sure Sarah was thoroughly ready before entering, making her feel special on every level imaginable. Her giggles, moans and sighs bringing every part of him utter delight as he craved more yet took everything at the pace of his sweetheart. Their bodies in harmony, sliding together, slotting perfectly in place, moving as one. More like a dance, with no awkwardness or clumsiness on either side. Harmony, unity and togetherness as things reached a climax for both simultaneously as one, exactly as had happened moments before as their bodies released urine together.
Sarah lay there in Wills arms, content and happier than she had ever been. She could not imagine not having Will in her life now. How could they only have met a mere five days ago? She was always the one to speak first but for now the silence said everything she needed and more.
Will was spent; happy, content and at peace in every way imaginable. As he lay naked with Sarah in his arms he could not picture himself anywhere else. He wanted to rest and remain here but ever the gentleman he was aware he hadn’t been invited to stay. He only came for the curry tonight and he’d long since eaten that. Sarah was always the first one to talk, but Will had to know before he could settle.
Will turned his head gently so as not to disturb Sarah. He stroked her cheek lightly with his fingers before whispering in her ear.
‘Sarah, do you want me to go home or stay? I don’t mind.’
Sarah’s kiss said everything she wanted it to as she faced Will, her arms cupping his neck and head to bring him as close as possible. Just to reassure Will though she whispered ‘please stay’ before kissing his neck and resting her head on Will’s chest.
Within ten minutes they were asleep in each other’s arms not even stirring until Sarah’s alarm went off at 6:30am.
Will had never carried out his morning work routine in someone else’s house. For the first time he could ever recall he didn’t want to go to work. The anxiety of driving in from a different location, the not knowing exactly how long the route and traffic would take, the wearing the same clothes as the day before: it all stressed Will so much. Where was his shower gel? Oh yes of course it was in his own apartment! Even Sarah’s towels felt different. It was awkward, strange and making him very anxious. In all the activity and sudden change of plan he hadn’t even taken his medication before bed, let alone even had it with him.
He cared deeply for Sarah. He desired her greatly and wanted to be with her always but he decided this was all too much. He needed his own place, his own routine, his own mug he used every morning for coffee.
Oh no! His work mug! Will panicked at the thought his work mug was still in his bag in his car. He put that in the dishwasher every night. The same with his plastic lunch box which was now empty. This was getting too much and tears were forming rapidly in his eyes. He couldn’t do this. Too much change, too much confusion.
Sarah showered quickly after Will, dressed herself in her work suit with pink stripy blouse and headed downstairs. She was shocked to see Will struggling to put on his clothes from yesterday, his blond curls still wet, his beard not as trimmed as always, his actions like that of a young child rather than a man. She still had twenty five minutes before she needed to leave so she gently stood Will up, fixed the buttons on his shirt, kissed his cheek and turned on her laptop. She beckoned to Will to sit as she typed google street map into the search engine and suggested to Will he typed his work postcode into the destination. She knew Will had sat nav, but she also knew Wills anxiety meant he needed much more. He had to know the route himself and even though Sarah lived just a few miles from Wills apartment she understood well how Will could not simply connect the dots and break the journey up into parts. It was just one journey to Will and now he didn’t know it.
While Will read, reread and reread over and over the route from Sarah’s to his work Sarah appeared with toast and banana for them both, coffee for Will and tea for her.
Will was calming slowly as the familiarity of his work building showed on the map. A link beside his work building got the better of Will and he clicked on it to see where it lead. Up popped a Wikipedia page about his company, the building and its history. Will scrolled and stopped at a sentence that stood out.
‘Unlike other typical office buildings this three storey building is rather unique in that all convenience facilities are confined to the basement level, below road level, as drainage has always been a big concern due to the area being known as at flood risk.’
‘Sarah did you read that?’
The internet had always helped Will do everything in life. Now not only was it reassuring him of the route to work from Sarah’s house it was suddenly giving him the knowledge of where the bathrooms were located where he had worked for almost six years but had never found.
‘Thank goodness for the internet’, Will said as he smiled at Sarah as she chewed on toast beside him.
‘You know I always hoped the internet would help me pee and with your help, my beauty, I think it will!’
And at that Will gulped his mug of coffee down in a one-er. |
Chapter 38:
Will listened to his sat nav carefully as he replayed the route in his mind that he had read online. Everything was familiar, yet different. His whole life, his demeanour, his entire body, felt different. His cheeks were redder, his nerves calmer and his heart steadier. He wasn’t holding his breath at the red traffic lights, panicking at the thought he might be seconds late for work. He wasn’t stressed at the fact he had no lunch with him and no clean coffee cup. All he could think of was the absolute joy and high that Sarah brought him. Things were changing and for once he was actually ok with that.
Sarah sang along to the radio in her car, happier and more care free than she could ever remember. She wasn’t anxious about her clients, or weighed down at the heavy burden of business bills to pay, or even concerned at her lack of lunch preparation. Everything was worth it. The world was a brighter place with Will in. Right now she could not stop smiling as she pulled into the car park of her work. Whatever faced her today, the next day, or for weeks and months to come, as long as she had Will she felt it would all be perfect.
‘Someone looks happy for a Tuesday morning?’
‘Morning Hannah. You look lovely today by the way! And thanks. I just have so much to be happy about.’
‘Come on! Spill! I’m going to assume you haven’t won the lottery as I doubt you would be here if you had...so that leaves...a man! Oh Sarah have you met someone? Have you? Tell me!’
Sarah was desperate to tell someone!
‘Maybe I have! So are we going inside or standing out here all day? It could be interesting chatting to people outside in a car park all day eh.’
‘Ha! You’ve definitely met someone!
As the ladies carried on turning the alarm off, switching lights on and unlocking the bathrooms and Sarah’s office, Hannah continued to question Sarah about her mystery guy. Sarah was practically dancing around the waiting room as she straightened chairs and stacked magazines as if the world was all rainbows and unicorns. She never wanted this feeling to go. But as soon as the phone rang and soon after the first client arrived, Sarah quickly switched to work mode and put her whole self into helping her clients.
Will arrived at work a minute later than normal but he was relieved to see his favourite parking space available as always. Instead of sneaking in like an undercover spy, terrified of seeing anyone, Will walked in with his head held high, a spring in his step, a new found confidence in himself. He swiped in and when someone said ‘morning’ to him he had no hesitation in replying ‘morning’ back, even if it only came out in a whisper. Will was so proud of himself but still a huge relief swept over him when he entered his private office and he found everything exactly as he had left it the night before. He turned his computer on and automatically filled his coffee machine with water and turned it on. He sat down to check his emails and soon found himself engrossed in everything work related within minutes.
Sarah’s first client left in a better place mentally than she had arrived. Sarah saw her out and smiled at Hannah knowing full well that the minute the client left she would ask again about Sarah’s new man. Instead she passed on a message that her second client of the day had called in sick, something that rarely happened. Sarah thanked Hannah as she returned to her office to type up notes from her first appointment before using the time to check emails, read today’s post and make some calls. First though was to do something she should have done before her first client arrived. Sarah did a quick google for a number then used her mobile to make a call.
Will was busy solving complex computer system faults when he went to pick up his coffee mug only to suddenly remember it hadn’t been washed and was still in his bag. Will fished it out, rinsed it in the little sink in the room but decided it really wasn’t clean enough to use so he turned his coffee machine off. This was the longest he had been at work ever without a coffee but todayhe had no choice.
Will jumped when his desk phone rang. His desk phone never rang. Everyone knew Will preferred communication in writing so they leant not to call. Will reluctantly answered to find it was the reception desk saying there was a delivery for him. Confused and surprised Will listened at the door for any sign of others, as he always did, before walking down the corridor to reception. This was all new and different and Will suddenly felt his anxiety increasing as always.
‘Delivery for a Will Highland?’
‘That’s me’ Will whispered, though he could not look the delivery person in the eyes.
Will took the package back to his office and he was ecstatic to see someone had ordered a large mug of white coffee and a chunky brown bloomer tuna mayonnaise sandwich from a popular bakers!
‘Sarah’ he said to himself. ‘She’s just so amazing!’
Will texted her a thanks followed by a good few exes, beaming from ear to ear as he sipped the most delicious coffee he could recall.
He did a quick google and decided to order something for Sarah too. He dug in his bag for his wallet to type in his card details and turned to look into it more as he felt something unusual. It was the sandwich bag containing Sarah’s knickers in from the night before at the coffee shop. Will had the sexiest flashbacks to seeing Sarah desperate to pee as they arrived at Starbucks and hearing her say she had something for him. He opened the bag, feeling the knickers in his hands, smelling them and kissing them all over again and suddenly he was as erect as a telephone mast and gagging for Sarah all over again! He quickly put the pants away and continued his online purchase, excited and aroused much more than he should have been at work!
‘Thank goodness for a private office! Thank goodness for the internet’ Will said very matter of fact. |
Chapter 39:
Will’s Tuesday carried on pretty uneventful and having had less than average liquid consumption he found himself driving home not quite as desperate for the bathroom as he normally was. Sure he needed to go, having not been since he left Sarah’s house that morning, but he was under control for once and happy to be in his apartment once again. The first thing he did was still pee though, and the relief it brought was still exciting, amazing and incredibly relaxing. After he washed his hands he updated his log on his phone for Sarah before having a shower then dinner. Tuesday was lasagne so as he got dried and dressed Will put the lasagne for one in his oven. He was missing Sarah more than he thought possible and not keen on texting or emailing as he knew she worked late on Tuesdays. He turned on the TV to catch up with the news, as he always did, and plugged his phone in to charge. Life was back as if meeting Sarah had never happened and Will wasn’t sure if he liked that feeling one bit.
Sarah kept busy with clients with various issues and complexities though her heart jumped every time her eyes saw the beautiful bouquet of flowers Will had had delivered earlier. She had been teased by Hannah when they arrived but deep down she knew her receptionist and friend was truly delighted for her. Tuesdays were long and it was getting dark when the last client finally left and Sarah could lock up for the night taking her laptop, flowers and notes all home with her. As she drove the familiar half hour route home Sarah recalled how just a few days ago she had been caught in traffic on this same road on the very edge of wetting herself. She had never dared admit that the very thought of wetting actually aroused her enormously but then she chuckled to herself as she remembered seeing Will with her wet underwear around his willy and how clearly that aroused him. Will was under her skin now, in her mind always and etched on her heart. She was missing him like crazy and longed to kiss him like nothing else right now. Instead she detoured to the supermarket picking up an individual veggie pizza and some milk and bread before heading home alone.
While her pizza warmed Sarah texted Will.
‘Thank you again for the flowers! They are incredible just like you. Sarah xx’
She lingered at her name longing to write ‘love Sarah’ but afraid of being too full on too soon. She poured herself a glass of orange juice and had drunk most of it by the time her pizza was ready. She refilled her glass and drank that with her pizza before ending her meal with a mug of tea. It was already after 9:30pm but Sarah had so much she wanted to talk to Will about so she turned on her laptop and typed out an email, hoping Will was still up and that he would receive it before bed.
‘Hi Will,
Sometimes even people that support others, like me, can find things hard to say so I thought I would write things down.
Since the day I first met you i knew there was something about you. You set me alight just watching you in that waiting area. As you know I really needed the bathroom that time and when I realised you did too I want you to know that that turned me on so much. I’ve never told anyone that before but I’ve always been aroused by pee desperation, my own and others (mostly men) and I hope you didn’t notice that day. You turned me on like crazy with the way you squirmed in my office, the way you held yourself and then the ultimate when I got to hear and see you pee. Since we first met you are all that causes me to be turned on, all that brings me to orgasm, all that I think about. Sex with you is the most incredible, most perfect thing I have ever experienced. The times we have peed together, the ‘McDonalds experience’ the euphoria of you pissing in the ladies at my work, the ‘Starbucks surprise’ I gave you, the shared toilet and shower at yours, the reliving your school day at mine last night with the jugs...they have all taken me to places sexually I never knew existed but that I now crave so badly. I guess I just wanted to say you are all I ever dreamed about and more.
It can be hard to say things like this in person and I hope this hasn’t been too much or too full on. I just knew I needed to tell you as I want to continue to help you overcome your general anxiety but, most of all, your struggles with peeing easily away from your home. I do feel there is so much more we can ‘work on’ together but as you no doubt know already I can not hide my adoration and sexual attraction to you. I think you feel the same but please let me know if not as I will understand.
You are doing amazing by the way and I am proud of you,
With fondness,
Sarah xx’
Will was channel hopping, debating with himself wether to call it a night when his phone beeped with an email. He checked the sender then brought it up and read it six times, each time getting harder and harder and more insanely turned on than ever! His desire was so strong to touch Sarah it was all he could do not to jump in his car wearing nothing but his t-shirt and pyjama trousers and drive to hers right that minute! Instead he stroked his member with one hand and typed on his phone with the other.
‘Hi Sarah,
Oh God you turn me on sweetie! I’m typing one handed and I’ll leave you to guess what the other hand is doing. Please excuse any typos. My mind is on you as is my body!
This is a bit embarrassing to write but the thought of you bursting to pee is the biggest turn on I can ever imagine. I too orgasm to the thought of you incredibly desperate to pee and you saw yourself what your wet pants did for me. Baby, you with a full bladder is heaven to me. I am too embarrassed to say this in person but if you ever had an accident in any way I would explode just at the thought. I’m almost exploding now!
I always thought I was weird, a freak, to have this fetish. I thought it was because of that incident in school or something but I always felt so ashamed until I met you. You take me places I never thought possible. You are my key to freedom in every way.
You are beautiful, sexy, perfect. I can’t get enough of you, desperate for the toilet or not.
I only have one question: would you enjoy me having an accident?
Oh fuck honey I need to cum soon! You have me hard as nails here as always! You are the most beautiful sexiest woman to have ever been made!
Your dearest friend, Will x’
Sarah wondered if she had blown things. She made herself a hot chocolate to console and comfort herself. She was so impulsive at times and far too honest for her own good. Why she had thought Will should hear her inmost thoughts she never knew. ‘You stupid woman’ she spoke to herself. And then her laptop beeped with Will’s email.
Sarah’s eyes lit up as she read and reread every single word! Her nipples instantly hard and erect, her pussy lips wet and open, her clitoris hard and swollen. Never before had words on a page brought her so close to climax so suddenly! As she placed one hand inside her knickers and explored herself, imagining it was Will, she typed a very simple message back.
‘I would love you to have a genuine accident after a long and intensive struggle to hold. I am close to orgasm at just the thought!’
Will was stroking himself furiously but managed to control himself just enough to email back.
‘Let’s arrange this soon xxx’
Sarah couldn’t resist
‘Tonight?’ |
Chapter 40:
Will almost ejaculated at that thought! It took all his self control to hold back as he walked to his fridge for some beer. He wasn’t really feeling much desire to pee right now but then again he was extremely turned on which often masked a very full bladder. A few beers would not do any harm anyway. He hurried back to email Sarah.
‘You’re on!’
Sarah sat alone in her house, dressed in flowery cotton pyjamas and a pair of plain white frilly knickers, playing with herself a lot. Will might not be here but his effect on her body and mind was still very evident and growing! Despite being very close to sexual climax Sarah was aware that her two glasses of juice, mug of tea and more recent mug of hot chocolate were filling her bladder fast, though right now her thoughts were preoccupied more with sexual desire. For privacy and comfort she picked up her phone and went to her bedroom so she could access her drawer of toys. She hadn’t used a vibrator since meeting Will but tonight, without him physically here, she longed for the feeling of something strong inside her. It wasn’t the same but it was still very pleasant and satisfying. She slid it in easily whist writing a quick reply to Will.
‘I’m upstairs playing with my toy. I need to pee a little but brought a large glass of water with me. I’m only in my pyjamas though. Is that ok?’
Will was so big and hard and longing. Right now he didn’t care that Sarah was in her nightwear. Oh yes jeans, her smart work suits or skirts would look tremendous soaked in her urine but right now anything she would pee in for him would send him to heaven. He just hoped she would get bursting super quick because he was struggling to hold back firing. At least typing might prevent his release, if only temporarily. He felt it only right that Sarah knew that he too was only in his pyjamas, well they were sort of on him anyway!
‘Of course. I’ve only got my lounge pants (pyjama trousers) on too. Maybe this can be our first practice though I ought to say I haven’t wet since...well you know when. I’m drinking beer and....well thinking of you has me very hard. You have complete control of my bladder tonight beautiful. Do as you wish.’
Sarah almost orgasmed with sheer excitement as she read Will’s email. She only had one slight concern: she knew from experience how much this man could hold and for a very long time! He’d been holding his pee all day for so many years and Sarah had had a very long day at work, 11 hours to be exact, and in just nine hours time she would be back there again. She could not wait too long for Will, physically or sexually. The more she typed and read and the less she played with herself the more she became aware of her growing need to pee.
‘Will please drink a lot! I’m already needing to go pretty bad. I know it’s not a competition but I really want to stay awake for you wetting. You have control of my bladder too. Well for as long as I can stay awake lol.
I’m missing kissing you by the way! So much.’
Will didn’t want to disappoint so he finished his second beer and filled a large glass with cold water. He was sure he would be bursting soon, though every time he read another email or so much as thought about Sarah needing the bathroom his penis doubled in size immediately! That gave him a thought! He decided to email Sarah to see what she thought.
‘I’m really missing your kisses too. And your touch! I have a problem here. I am, emmmmm, struggling to contain myself haha. Would you be ok if I got release sexually first as then I would almost certainly really need to piss and I will piss myself for you willingly? I know it sounds selfish but you have me right on edge thinking of you. The very thought of you squirming has me longing for you like crazy babe. Let me know your thoughts.’
Sarah’s glass of water was empty and her bladder very full. She read Will’s email and laughed to herself. She was bursting and squirming a lot. She used her phone to video herself for almost a minute as she fanned her legs in and out on her bed, repeated how much she had to pee and how bursting she was a few times and then squirmed and bounced about some more. She wasn’t acting either: she really had to go! Whilst fidgeting loads she wrote back:
‘I’m struggling to type. My nipples are hard, my urethra pounding. The hairs on my neck are even standing up. I really need the bathroom. Remember when we first met in my office and I could not sit still...I need to go worse than that! Oh I am bursting honey! I’m desperate for release. My bladder is huge and aching, my forehead is sweating, my hands shaking. My vaginal lips are open, wet and making way for the floodgates to open. My legs won’t stay still. Oh my God I need the toilet so fucking badly! My hand is rubbing myself, I’m rocking. I think I’m going to piss myself any moment. I can feel it right on the edge. Oh my God I can hardly hold this back. My knickers are damp. I can barely type. Oh it’s on the very tip now. Have a watch of me Will.’
Sarah struggled to wait as the phone condensed the video and sent it. She grabbed a towel and stood on it in her bedroom marching on the spot trying valiantly to keep back the huge flood. She wanted the email away so she could film herself wetting and send that too. What was taking the phone so long to send? Oh she was dripping now. Her pants were much more than just damp! Finally the shooting noise from her phone went confirming the message had gone. Not a second too soon she thought as she pointed her camera at her crotch, pressed record, stood still and the inevitable took place. First a big spurt, then a longer one, then seconds later a huge loud stream hissed it’s way through Sarah’s cotton while knickers and her flowery pyjama bottoms, down her legs and soaking the towel beneath her. Every last drip, every noise and the ever increasing wetness all captured on film.
Sarah stood still while her feet squelched in the towel as she sent a second email to Will.
‘I tried so hard to wait. It refused to stay in. I was exceedingly bursting and had to wee. It was too late to get to the bathroom on time. I hope you don’t mind.’ She attached the video, this time finding the delay in sending much easier to cope with.
Sarah only hoped Will would like what he read and saw. |
Chapter 41:
Will sat in his apartment lounge with his pyjama trousers below his bottom, his hard and large penis pointing straight up, one hand stroking and exploring himself and the other typing when needed. His iPad currently resting on the table nearby as he waited for Sarah to reply, his mind visualising her in her pyjamas dying for the loo. He had to stroke more with every squirm he imagined her doing, every moan his mind heard. He’d never wanted to cum so badly without watching a video or being with Sarah before.
Then he read Sarah’s email and his head almost exploded with sexual desire! Her words and description alone had him stroking furiously then opening the video and watching and hearing her sent pre-cum oozing out of him. Will’s body felt on fire, a current of sexual electricity firing through it, his eyes alight, his mouth open, his tongue panting. This was better than any porn video he had ever come across in his life. This was a girl, an amazing beautiful girl, doing this exclusively for him knowing the effect it had on him and wanting to make him happy. Oh how fast his heart was beating right now.
To then read about her wetting herself, get to watch the first spurt seep out of her and watch open mouthed in awe as her flowery pyjamas changed colour, first at her crotch, then slowly down her legs, even seeing droplets of urine glisten at the bottom of Sarah’s ankles was more than Will’s body could cope with as his penis twitched and exploded copious amounts of white liquid in time with the noise of Sarah’s feet squelching on his soaked towel. This was it, the ultimate in satisfaction and desire. Nothing satisfied him quite like Sarah. No-one turned him on like she did. He had to somehow tell her. She should know.
‘Oh fuck! Sometimes I just can’t find the right words. You know exactly what to do to get me going and you do it so tremendously well. You, Sarah Henderson, are the sexiest, most wonderful, woman alive. You just took me to the best mind blowing orgasm ever! I’m still shaking now! I wish you were here. I need you to know you are the best. Xxxxx’
Sarah felt so naughty but so incredibly aroused. She was sure Will was masterbating watching her and reading her words and that thought caused her whole body to long for him more than ever. Knowing she turned him on, understood him, connected with him, gave her goose bumps. Her secret desires and fetishes now exposed for the first time and that feeling of not only being accepted and treasured, but that the other person found your fetish a huge turn on too, was more than anything Sarah could have dreamt. She stood looking at herself, standing in her own bedroom on a soaking wet towel, warm pee still dripping down her legs as gravity continued it’s pull , her wet pyjamas clinging to her making her feel vulnerable but super excited. The wetness, the taboo-ness, the cheekiness of it all, making her laugh. She’d never done this for someone else, having kept her deepest sexual secrets locked up in her mind for so many years. She’d only experimented wetting herself deliberately twice before, and only once in her life as an adult had a genuine accident, but this exposing herself to someone else was something else altogether. She felt so excited and alive she grabbed another towel from her cupboard, stepped out of her pyjama trousers and stroked herself through her soaked knickers. She was ready for her next enjoyment now. She hoped Will was ready to give her what she craved.
Will was surprised but delighted when no sooner had he cleaned his seminal fluid up with a tissue than he had a sudden and rather urgent desire to wee! He almost instinctively got up to run to the bathroom when he remembered his promise that Sarah could control his bladder. He’d so wanted to control Sarah’s but hey she had exceeded all he needed and wanted by a long long way so she was more than forgiven for wetting herself before he said she could. In fact he would not have been able to speak due to desire anyway and, wow, she took him somewhere special. But now his flaccid penis was about to leak something else as another powerful urge hit him. It wasn’t easy to type but he had to try.
‘Hi, not sure if you are still awake. I’m suddenly absolutely desperate for the loo now. Really desperate. Pinching him closed but can’t hold back long.’
The warm wetness of Sarah’s underpants squelched noisily as her hand stroked her open and ready body. The gusset of her pants now filling with stringy mucus as her phone beeped with an email. Sarah read it while stroking faster. Thoughts of a bursting Will floating in her mind sent waves of pleasure through her body as her hips bounced rhythmically on the towel on her bed, her knees bend, her thighs swaying. Will knew how to press her buttons alright! She was more than ready but she didn’t want it over with too soon. She was going to make Will wait until she was ready to orgasm. Only then could he get his release too. She messaged him back.
‘Still awake. Lying on my bed stroking through my soaking wet knickers. Longing for you, longing to climax, but would love to hear more about your need. Beg me babe. You’re not getting to piss until I orgasm so the ball’s in your court. It’s up to you how soon I climax and therefore how soon you get to pee. The more you tell me or show me how bad you have to go the better this will be for us both. You better be genuine though! I’ll know if it’s fake!’
Will read Sarah’s email tightly crossed legged gripping his penis tightly. He was bursting. He wasn’t sure how long he could hold back and now the only thing stopping him was Sarah. |
Chapter 42:
With his legs crossed and one hand grabbing himself hard he made an attempt to tell Sarah how much he had to go.
‘Sarah I’m bursting. Crossed legged holding myself. Very desperate. Got to go.’
Sarah smiled reading that but she wanted more, much more.
‘Will that’s not enough! Tell me more while I think about wether you really need it badly enough to let you go.’
Sometimes Will struggled with words. For the last 19 years he’d only very very rarely had to ask anyone to go to the bathroom. He had been home schooled since he refused to return to school after wetting himself, then did a chunk of his university degree from home, then in any jobs he just either never known where the bathrooms were or just could not overcome his anxiety enough to use them. Will had learnt to silence his need and never ask permission. It briefly crossed his mind that Sarah was aware of this and that this was maybe some sort of plan to help him but he also knew she found the thought of him desperate a massive sexual turn on, just like he did when she was bursting, so he assumed the agenda right now was sexual desire and for that reason he would swallow hard and try and find more words to ask and explain his need to pee. He simply loved the thought of what this might do for Sarah.
Will was a logical, ordered, and thorough man so he thought of an idea to try and help himself. Starting from the tip of his toes he would try and tell Sarah how every part of his body was responding and changing due to his absolutely urgent need now to piss.
‘How about this:
My toes are tightly curled because I am concentrating hard on not peeing myself.
My feet are bouncing on the floor, unable to stay still or I will empty everywhere.
My legs are continually moving, bouncing, squirming and fidgeting as the thing hanging at the top between then threatens to spill its huge contents all over them. They are squeezing that thing tightly and keeping it moving to stop it opening and relaxing.
My balls ache so badly.
My penis is twitching and so full of piss. It aches I need release so bad.
Oh God I need to pee so much!
My hips are swaying, pushing forwards and backwards, bending forwards to try and keep my bladder from bursting.
My bladder is sore and bulging and so very full and hard.
My chest is pounding.
Oh God I’m bursting babe. Please let me pee?
My arms are swinging, supporting my bladder, rubbing it, my hands squeezing my dick for all I’m worth, rubbing myself and gripping the side of my chair tightly to try and hold back the flood.
My shoulders are tense.
My neck is stiff and tense too.
I’m dying for the loo. Can I go yet?
My lips are biting together in worry. My teeth are clenched.
My cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
My eyes feel like they are swimming and have tears in them.
My forehead is sweating.
Sweetheart I’m going to piss myself. Let me go will you?’
Will had really struggled to write and he was now scrunched up holding his penis so tightly he was almost hurting himself. Boy was he desperate! He only hoped Sarah could work that out? He needed her to read and reply quickly. This was an emergency!
Sarah had never read anything so hot in her life! Her whole body was lapping the words in front of her as she read them out loud to her body as if her vaginal lips, clitoris and nipples had ears. With her soaking knickers still on she inserted her vibrator and turned it on. She was almost ready to get release and in turn let Will get his but she wanted, needed, just one more thing first. Typing while on the edge of orgasm was quite a challenge but Sarah did her best.
‘That’s hot. You do sound like you need a wee a little babe. What room are you in? I’ll let you pee once you answer. Though please do as I ask first. X’
Will was loving this although he really was unsure if he would piss all over his flat before he had permission to go. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine Sarah with wet pants on she had just peed in for him and the thought of her on the cusp of an orgasm due to him squirming in desperation. Despite his very urgent need to piss and the fact he had just had sexual relief his penis did respond a little. How could it not really? But oh he ached to pee. Hallelujah for a reply from Sarah at last!
‘Oh I do need to pee Sarah. So badly! So very badly. I’m going to piss the floor any second. I’m begging you to let me go? Pretty please? I’m in the lounge by the way. Just my underwear on and t-shirt.’
‘Hi Will. You’ll get to go soon. Promise. Try and be patient. Can I watch you pee dance? Ideally in your bedroom where we made love just a few nights ago for the first time? Thanks.’
Sarah was getting closer and closer to satisfaction but trying to stay on edge as long as possible. She just hoped Will wasn’t getting upset or angry.
Will’s excruciating need to piss meant he would do anything for Sarah right now. He was putty in her hands yet somewhere in his mind he was also finding this whole situation a massive turn on. He just couldn’t get hard as his urethra was too full of warm wet urine to allow blood to flow into his dick. He grabbed his iPad and hobbled to his bedroom, smiling at the memory of making love to Sarah here just a few nights previously. He balanced his iPad on the unit by his bed and pressed record as he legitimately pee danced frantically for his lover, vocalising his urgent need and moaning deeply. He was so grateful for super speed WiFi to send his minute long dance to Sarah. He wrote as a preface:
‘Starting to leak. Think I have less than a minute left. About to burst!’
Sarah watched the video on her phone, lying on her bed semi naked on a wet towel with warm pee soaked knickers on and her vibrator inside her. The combinations of watching Will and hearing him sent her flying over the edge quickly with desire. Her body shook, her head tipped back, her back arched as she reached orgasm thinking of only Will. It took almost a minute to calm.
Will was in serious danger now. He grabbed a dirty pair of socks from his floor and allowed a sudden leak to go all over them as he held them near the tip of his floundering member. It took all his strength to stop as both socks quickly soaked in the warm yellow urine. What was taking Sarah so long to get back to him? He looked around the room to see if there was anything else he could pee in but he could barely focus now.
Finally his iPad beeped.
‘Oh Will sorry for delay. You made me orgasm and it was heavenly. Do you want to piss now babe? If so I’ll let you know how.’
‘I want to piss so badly. I just squirted over my dirty socks. I’m losing the battle. Please please please let me go.’
‘Please find a pair of jeans for me. Pull off your underwear and pull the jeans on naked. You may then piss standing in them in your room. If possible can I watch?’
Will had so little time to spare. He pulled his boxers down and hobbled to his chest of drawers with pee right at the very head of his penis. He pulled out the first pair of jeans he had and rushed back to where his iPad was, pressing record on his camera again.
Will pulled one leg into the jeans as another longer spurt burst uncontrollably out of him, arching in the air before landing on the other leg of the jeans. He pulled his other leg in the already damp jeans, jumping up as he attempted to pull the trousers over his bare feet. He was lost for words though the camera was catching very clearly what was happening. With the jeans now at his knees Will tried to pull them up as his body finally craved to the insurmountable pressure and his penis became a hose pipe with streams of warm, frothy, light yellow urine soaring out of him at speed filling the legs of the jeans and the gusset quickly with so much piss. Will was utterly enthralled and shocked at the sheer volume his body had been holding as he finally remembered what he had been trying to do as he pulled the jeans fully up with his penis still poured out pee in a loud hiss.
Will stood looking right at the camera winking as he paused in his sodden jeans, which sparkled and glistened from the wetness. Finally he pressed stop on the video and sent it to Sarah with just three words.
‘Just for you’
Sarah was waiting eagerly to hear how Will got on, enjoying the post orgasm feeling of contentment and bliss. Even without Will in person with her he was more than able to satisfy her completely. She could feel their emotional connection deepening by the day. She removed her toy from beneath her legs slowly stroking herself to calm.
That all changed the second her phone opened Will’s video! Like a car firing up and speeding into fifth gear right away Sarah found her body instantly on fire again. She used her fingers to deeply insert into her body as she found herself having a second climax solely from the erotic and incredible way Will had wet his jeans for her. She’d never seen or heard anything like it; the hottest thing that ever existed! She lusted after this man more than anyone in the world. He was the creme de la creme, the icing on the cake, the epitome of sex on a plate. She would sleep the deepest, most satisfying sleep dreaming of Will again, as she had done every night since Thursday.
Will smiled as he picked up the laundry and filled the washing machine. This girl was worth any amount of dirty laundry in the world. His Sarah; his lover; his girl. This was more than lust, this was a whole new level of something, he just wasn’t sure what yet.
He went to sleep with Sarah’s final email in his head. Nothing could surpass the happiness he felt right this minute. To think that five days ago he had no idea this perfect woman even existed!
‘Will Highland you are the sexiest man in the world!’ |
Chapter 43:
Sarah slept soundly having changed into dry knickers and removed the towel from her bed. She woke to find her wet pants from the night before, a wet towel and her wet pyjama bottoms, plus the towel from her bed, all in a loose pile on her bedroom floor. She smiled as she recalled the events of the night before, before gathering up the pile and placing them in her laundry basket. She then carried on her usual morning routine and headed off to work.
Will woke with a raging hard on having dreamt about Sarah. He really wanted to do something about it but decided to leave that for later and get on with his usual morning work routine remembering to take the wet clothes from his washing machine into his dryer before leavening for work. He found himself whistling while making his lunch and almost skipped out the door to his car.
His work day flew in and before he knew it he was sneaking out to his car as always, driving home with a very full bladder, as was usual, still not yet able to find the courage to find or use the bathrooms at work. Will really wanted to see Sarah but he also missed his nightly routine, watching the news, the familiarity of his scheduled meals and doing a crossword and reading his book before bed. He also didn’t want to overload Sarah, or himself, reminding himself that too much of a good thing wasn’t always good. The problem was the second he so much as thought about Sarah his penis jumped into action. His mind was so busy mulling all this over he actually forgot how desperate he was to pee until he got into his apartment and had to pull his penis out quick before it spat it contents everywhere. There was no pee quite like that ‘just in the door after work’ pee! Ohhhh it was almost orgasmic to get release from holding so much for so long.
Sarah found herself singing away in her car as she drove to work, her eyes glistening and her face smiling all day long. She felt like she was floating on air as every spare moment she found her mind thinking of Will. Oh how she wanted to see him tonight but she was worried it was getting too intensive, too full on for him and she wanted to give him space. The last thing she wanted was to frightened him off. She resisted the temptation to text him all day but the second she got home from work she found herself unable to hold off any longer. This wasn’t so much about sex any more, she actually cared about Will and hoped he had had a good day. She read her text over twice before pressing send, worried she was getting too possessive or needy but not wanting to ignore him either. He hadn’t emailed or texted once since last night and she was wondering if he’d had enough of her now. She had to know.
‘Hi Will. I can’t stop thinking about you and hope you have had a good day. Did you try finding the toilets yet?’
Will jumped on hearing his phone, engrossed in trying to think of the missing word in his crossword. His heart almost missed a beat and his penis hardened the second he saw Sarah’s name! He wrote back right away, even remembering the exes.
‘Hey sexy! I can’t stop thinking about you either! Been a good day but still not ventured out my office yet. How was your day? Xxxx’
Sarah was so happy to hear back so quickly. She wanted to ask Will something but it was breaking tradition and she wasn’t sure if Will would be keen anyway. She paused before deciding to go for it anyway.
‘Bet you were bursting to piss when you got home honey? Probably best I don’t think about that or you know what will happen hehe. I was thinking, would you like to go for dinner and maybe the cinema on Friday night? I mean we’ve not even had a first date have we? If it’s too much just say. It’s just an idea.’
Nerves suddenly shot right through Wills entire body, causing him to sweat and shiver. The thought of a change, going out in public, eating something other than fish on Friday? He’d changed so much since meeting Sarah and he’d coped with and achieved more than he thought he could but still he was nervous. This was out of his comfort zone by a long way but his desire to be with Sarah and please her made him text back.
‘What a great idea! Is there a film you want to see? I have no idea about restaurants sorry but just let me have the postcode and I will prepare in advance. Thanks’
Sarah was so proud of Will. She so wanted to kiss him and show him just how proud she was. She looked at the flowers he’d had delivered to her at work just the day before and she knew he was one of the most caring and courageous men she had ever met. While she waited on her take away arriving for her dinner she googled a traditional pub that she was sure would have fish and chips on the menu, recalling how Will had said last Friday as he opened the door to leave the disabled toilet in McDonalds, after peeing through an erect penis for the first time thanks to her, that he always had fish on a Friday. Sarah smiled to herself as she thought about just how much she knew about Will even though they had only met five days ago. She loved his predictability, his security, his smell. He made her feel so special, so beautiful, so precious. And oh God was he sexy!
‘What about we meet at yours at 6? I’ll get you in the car park and we can go to the Starling for dinner? Actually can I call you?’
Will froze. He hated talking on the phone. It made him feel nauseous but he loved the sound of Sarahs voice, ever since he had first heard her call his name in the waiting room at her work. Shaking and sweating he replied with just one word.
‘Sure.’
Within seconds of it sending his mobile rang causing him to almost jump out of his seat. He fumbled trying to answer it, feeling stupidly awkward trying to talk to the girl he idolised so much.
‘Hi Will, oh I miss you honey. Really miss you. It’s just easier to talk than write it all. Plus I so wanted to hear your voice again. Anyway, I was thinking, if I met you in the car park at your apartment then I can drive us to The Starling. Guess what? They sell fish and chips! It’s a traditional pub menu. Anyway, if I drive then I was thinking you could have a few beers if you fancied? Then, if you want, only if you want to that is, we could go on to the cinema afterwards? I’ll drop you back home of course! What do you think?’
Will was still processing the first question let alone the others! He took a deep breath and swallowed before clearing his throat.
‘That sounds perfect. As long as I am with you. Sarah, I like you so much.’
‘Will, I really like you too. My dinner will be here any minute and tomorrow I’m working late but I’ll stay in contact and pick you up in the car park outside yours at 6 on Friday. Will, I’m so happy and proud of you. You are...amazing!’
‘Mmmm you are the amazing one. Have a good night. It was so lovely to hear your voice.’
‘You too Will. Sleep well. Bye. See you Friday!’
Will was rock hard and horny as hell. Just hearing Sarah’s voice did something to him and he brought himself off then and there just closing his eyes and recalling all the adventures they had already had.
Roll on Friday! He longed to kiss and hold his girl again. |
Chapter 44:
Thursday came and went for Will in a blur. Work was busy and he liked it that way. He spent his evening researching ‘The Starling’ from when the pub was built to every owner since then. Will felt much more comfortable when he had facts and information on his side. Sarah had been right with their menu and Will knew exactly what he would eat and drink already. He wasn’t someone who felt comfortable eating or drinking in public but he was doing this for Sarah, and she was worth every minute of his anxiety. Next he studied the cinema website until he decided which of two films he felt able to see before reading reviews on both. He wasn’t one for doing anything social so hadn’t ever been to the cinema before but he’d watched many a film from the comfort of his own home. He half wondered if Sarah might yet prefer that option tomorrow too, it certainly appealed to him more for several reasons.
Sarah’s Thursday utterly dragged in. Her final client, the one replacing what had originally been Will’s slot, was hard work and thoroughly draining. Sarah was physically and emotionally exhausted by the time she arrived home and all she could face to eat was a sausage sandwich and a cup of tea before a brief check of social media and the news before heading to bed. Some nights her bed just felt such a lonely place to be and she longed, not for the first time, to have someone to hold her and tell her they cared about her. She wanted Will but tonight not for anything sexual more for company and comfort after a long day of hearing the difficult problems of other people.
Will woke on Friday morning bright and early with an excitement he could not remember experiencing before. He hadn’t contacted Sarah yesterday as he knew she was working late but his heart missed her and as he dried himself after his shower he texted her to say how much he was looking forward to seeing her. He had woken hard and horny but he wanted to save himself for tonight so he pushed any sexual thoughts away and got on with his morning. He took extra care trimming his beard, brushing his blond hair and making sure his suit was smart and his shirt sitting perfectly for tonight. He sprayed deodorant and then took some with him just in case. This was all new to him, so new he had in fact even googled ‘what to wear on a date’ last night, chuckling to himself when he read about short skirts and revealing dresses as he realised he hadn’t stated which sex on his search. While he had always fancied being desperate in a dress and wetting one he’d never actually went as far as to buy one or even try one on. The advice for what men should wear was too varied so he went with the top one of suit and tie since he wore those to work anyway. He grabbed his laptop bag and his lunch bag with his coffee cup, milk, sugar, bottles of water and his lunch, locked his door and headed for his day in the office alone.
Hannah was convinced Sarah had met someone and continued her teasing and hints for information helping Sarah’s morning pass on a brighter note than the day previously. Even Sarah’s mentor, who she spoke with twice weekly, was now picking up vibes that something, or someone, was affecting Sarah in a very positive way. Sarah had been playing detective too, only her google searches were for no other reason than to find a photo of Will that she could look at often to swoon over. He didn’t appear to have much of a social footprint which Sarah found quite reassuring but she found a few photographs and saved them all. In her brief breaks between clients she touched the photos on her phone dreaming about seeing Will later.
It was in one of those moments when she heard a brief knock on her door and Hannah push it open. She had been to the bakers and kindly picked up a take away cup of Sarah’s favourite soup. Something about Hannah seemed different so Sarah turned and asked if she was ok as the smartly dressed young girl came towards Sarah to hand over her soup, red faced and somewhat restless.
‘You ok Hannah? Anything wrong?’
‘Oh so sorry Sarah. It’s embarrassing but I haven’t stopped all morning and the bakers had a long queue and...’
Hannah did a cute curtesy before finishing.
‘I’m just really in need of a bathroom break. I didn’t want to take your soup in there so came right to you first.’
She crossed her legs and smiled at Sarah.
Sarah had never seem Hannah like this before and she was captivated.
‘Oh of course! Off you go. I have an urgent email to reply to so if you could please cover the desk over lunch I’ll pay you an extra hour next week. Thanks Hannah. You really are brilliant at what you do and I couldn’t do without you.’
That was all the praise Hannah needed. She would do anything for Sarah, not just because she paid her, but because she respected her too. She hobbled out to go next door to the ladies right away. Unfortunately, however, the phone rang and instinctively Hannah ran instead to reception and answered it.
Sarah could see from the light on her phone that Hannah has taken the call. Picturing her young, keen receptionist bursting at reception made Sarah smile and immediately think of Will. She wondered when he had last been for a wee, curious if he’d found the work toilets since she last spoke to him. She sent him a text.
‘Just thinking of you loads. So looking forward to tonight. By the way have you found where the toilets are at work yet? Don’t want you having another accident 😉. Xxxx’
The light on her work phone was still alight meaning poor Hannah was clearly caught up in a phone call still. There was something about knowing her lovely receptionist was really needing to pee that turned Sarah on. It also brought back so many memories of times with Will. Sarah beamed when Will replied.
‘Thinking of you too beautiful! Was also just thinking of the loo situation as started feeling need to go about an hour ago. Too much water today. If I get the time (and courage) I might try finding them this afternoon, otherwise I’ll be struggling by 6! Know I care about you my princess. See you in five hours. Xxx’
Finally the light went out on the office phone, indicating the line was free but seconds later Sarah’s door knocked and Hannah appeared, very fidgety and flustered.
‘That was the agents, Sarah, about the building. Apparently they need to do some urgent maintenance the week after next so asking if we could close week beginning 6th March to let them get it all done. I said I’d need to speak to you.’
Hannah paused to cross her legs very tightly.
‘Sorry still not been to loo. Can I tell you more in a minute. I really really need the bathroom!’
Sarah was so concerned about the implications for her business and clients she delayed Hannah with her questions, albeit unintentionally.
‘So are they going to compensate us for our inconvenience? This isn’t good for business. Are we getting a week rent free? Did you ask?’
Hannah was restless and agitated and bouncing on the balls of her feet. Still her loyalty to her employer meant she felt she could not be ignorant.
‘Yes. Week free rent and £250 compensation for breach of lease. Apparently it’s urgent fire safety or something they need to comply with some new laws.’
Hannah bent over with her legs crossed.
‘Hannah, sweetheart, could you inform the clients and reschedule them all ASAP. That’s just a fortnight away and it’ll mess up the momentum of therapy for so many. Sorry are you ok?’
Hannah was almost in tears.
‘I’m just so desperate for the toilet. I’ll phone right after I pee. I’m so so sorry. I need to go now.’
Sarah watched as poor Hannah looked as if she would flood her short skirt and tights then and there. The guilt that she had delayed her washed over her as well as embarrassment at the fact she was also aroused by her receptionist’s predicament. This wasn’t professional or right and Sarah decided she’d apologise to poor Hannah before the day ended. For now she had soup to eat, emails to reply to and business to attend to. She crossed her legs at the ankles as she realised she should probably nip to the ladies soon herself too. |
Chapter 45:
Will was so thrilled to have heard from Sarah though her comment about the work toilets only served to remind him of his own desire to go. Things were going smoothly at work, almost too smoothly, and Will was catching up on all the latest research in his field online while he monitored his latest computer program running its first live test. So far all was going fantastic and the sense of pride Will felt was tangible. He was a lone worker with high responsibility but with that came a good wage packet allowing him to lease a new car every three years and have a mortgage of his own. Independence meant so much to Will as he struggled to trust others. Sarah was the first woman to enter his life and that came with an uncertainty and anxiety to Will. Could he trust her? He wanted to so badly.
He made himself a coffee and ate his sandwich and apple he had brought in for lunch. Although it was chilly outside his office was stuffy and Will really wanted to stretch his legs for a bit. He would really benefit from emptying his bladder too but what if someone spoke to him, or even worse were in the gents when he went? That idea sent shivers through him so he went back to reading his research and sipped at his coffee to finish his lunch. Maybe if things stayed quiet he would try finding those toilets later.
Sarah saw her next client after lunch, a regular who was making great progress. It was just the tonic Sarah needed as they laughed together. The only thing making her feel uncomfortable was that laughing while needing to pee wasn’t ideal. Sarah sat through most of the session with her legs crossed and as Mrs Crosssbow left Sarah rushed next door to the ladies, finding herself reminiscing about the time, only 8 days ago when she had ran into the same ladies with Will and how he hadn’t been able to pee. Will came with lots of issues, that she was in no doubt of, but she was hardly issue free herself, and besides he was incredible in bed which lit her up like nothing else. She couldn’t wait to see him again.
She returned to her office and filled her jug up with fresh water for the next client before drinking almost a glass herself, dry from all the earlier laughing and the salt from her soup. She checked to see if her client was in and when she was she called her in and focussed fully on supporting her.
Will found himself bouncing his leg as his bladder continued to fill steadily. It was now almost 3pm and he still hadn’t even found the courage to find the bathrooms let alone use them. Then again he’d been there over three years and hadn’t used them once so today was just normal. He was used to working nursing a full bladder and he drove home every night absolutely desperate to pee. But tonight he had a date and he didn’t want to spoil it by being bursting for the toilet! He was just about to pick up the courage to at least walk to the basement and look for the bathrooms when his computer flagged an issue. His live run on his latest computer programme was showing a fault so he opened a bottle of water to help him focus and settled down to find the problem.
An hour and forty five minutes later and Will had found the problem and solved it, for just now anyway. The issue now was his squirming which was distracting him so badly. One second he had his legs crossed only immediately to uncross and fan them in and out. He found himself holding himself under his desk too as his bladder sent powerful signals to release. He decided his date would be ruined if he pissed himself before it even started so he stood up and headed to the door to sneak out and see if he could find both the basement and the gents. Oh he really needed to piss bad. He still had 45 minutes before leaving the office too. He stood at the door listening as he subtly pee danced and satisfied himself that the coast was clear. He slipped out the room, down the empty corridor and through the doors that lead to the staircase, the only time Will had used them previously was during his interview and initial tour. He hadn’t even recalled being shown the loos that day but he had been processing a huge amount of information so maybe he had and he just couldn’t recall it.
As Sarah typed her notes from her penultimate client that day she sipped at a fresh mug of tea drinking it dry before calling her client in. This client was a larger than life character, having been referred via her majesty’s prison service and his choice language and streetwise body image could have made Sarah uncomfortable but she remained calm and the client was engaging so all was well. By the time she typed up his notes while sipping water, which she finished while with her last client, she was looking forward to her weekend off. She was ready for the break.
Will ran down two flights of stairs like he was a gymnast. While he didn’t leave his apartment after work he did have a treadmill and rowing machine at home and he exercised regularly. Besides he really wanted to pee! He came out on the basement as the lights turned on suddenly due to an automatic sensor. It was quiet and eerie but Will was more anxious about seeing anyone than the general atmosphere. He walked down the corridor looking for any signs of bathrooms when suddenly he heard two voices come from the stairwell. He was adjacent to a door marked kitchen so he pushed it open and hid inside while he waited for the voices to go. Hiding behind a door Will grabbed himself tight as another wave of desperation hit him. He so wanted to ask the male voices if they knew where the bathroom was but anxiety prevented him doing so. With his ear to the door he overheard the conversation as they walked along the corridor.
‘God I thought that meeting would never end! I seriously can’t wait to piss man!’
‘Yeah me too. I was holding myself under the desk I was so bursting. It’s crap we have to come all this way just to piss. Oh my God I so wanna pee!’
Will knew exactly how they felt. At least he knew the toilets were in this direction somewhere. He just needed to hold on until they had gone and walked back and then he could try finding them himself. He just hoped they would be super quick because right now he longed to piss so bad he couldn’t stand still! |
Chapter 46:
Wether it was nerves at the thought of meeting Will or the mug of tea and glasses of water she had drunk in the last few hours since her last bathroom visit, but as Sarah locked up, set the alarm and said goodnight to Hannah, making sure to apologise to her for delaying her at lunch earlier, she realised she needed the toilet. Not too badly but enough that she thought she would go pretty soon when she got to the pub with Will because she wanted to enjoy their date and not feel too uncomfortable.
She sent Will a text to say she was just leaving work, though she fully expected he may be driving now and unable to reply.
Will had his hand inside his trousers in the dimly lit kitchen squeezing himself like crazy to try and hold his pee in. Finally he heard the two male voices return and as their voices quietened he ventured out into the corridor again hobbling down the corridor looking for the gents. He finally found them and rushed in, adrenalin pumping throughout his body as he grabbed his phone and scanned through his photos for the picture of his toilet at home as he closed the cubicle behind himself. Will stood there, his arm shaking with anxiety as he held his phone in one hand and his penis in the other. He tried to picture himself at home so badly but his heart was beating so quickly and his back sweating that he struggled to even relax. He tried counting slowly, as Sarah had previously encouraged him to do as he took deep breaths to try and relax. A drip eventually fell into the toilet, though Will’s entire body was cursing with the desire to piss so badly and his bladder hurt. Slowly another spurt came but nothing long enough to make a real difference to his need. He’d been standing for several minutes when eventually a small trickle dribbled steadily but slowly only to come to a sudden abrupt halt as someone entered the gents and peed loudly in the urinal. Will was so frustrated at his inability to pee when anyone could hear. He was utterly fed up of his anxiety controlling his bodily needs and, though he knew nothing more would come, he stood holding his flaccid penis over the toilet until the other person had finished, left and had time to walk well away. Will was shaking with fear, and despite still needing to pee a hell of a lot he decided he would head back to his office as quickly as he could.
By the time he had made it back, slowed his breathing and had sipped some water to calm his nerves it was time to pack up for the weekend. Will read one final email from his line manager saying he hadn’t taken enough annual leave and to please take another five days before the end of next month before closing his computer, packing his mug, cleaning and turning off his computer and rushing out to his car. He hadn’t long set off when he heard his phone beep with a text. He so wanted to read it, every bit as much as he longed to urinate, but both would need to wait a bit longer.
Sarah found the drive to Will’s apartment straightforward. The traffic was steady despite being rush hour on a Friday and the traffic lights were mostly in her favour. Her bladder was sending vibes but she was in control and getting more and more excited about seeing Will. She couldn’t stop smiling.
Despite having let out a very small amount Will was every bit as desperate to pee as he was every other night on the drive home. Even the familiar voice of his sat nav could not calm him as he found himself getting more and more stressed at his inability to just be able to piss like everyone else. He felt stupid, angry, frustrated and incredibly uncomfortable as he rubbed himself at every chance he could. Somehow having had some release was actually worse than none at all. He found his eyes full of tears at his own predicament and despite really liking Sarah he was nervous at her seeing him like this, again. He wanted her to see him as strong, capable and sexy, not vulnerable, embarrassing and silly. This wasn’t how he wanted his first date to go.
Sarah pulled into the car park at Will’s apartment block facing the number 14 space. She’d got there before Will so she used her interior mirror to fix her hair and touch up her make up. She wasn’t someone to use many cosmetics but she wanted Will to see her at her best. Her urethra pushed against her underwear to remind her she should pee soon but The Starling was only seven minutes away and she would go there. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw Will’s car pull into the car park and park in front of her. As his lights and engine turned off and Will stood by his car to press the fob and lock it she could not help but get a shiver of passion throughout her body. Will was so handsome, so perfect, she longed to be with him. As he climbed into her passenger seat she ran her fingers over his moist red cheeks before embracing him in a deep passionate kiss.
Will squeezed his penis so tightly before getting out his car. His body knew this was him home and it responded by sending a sudden spurt of warm urine down the length of his dick. But seeing Sarah smiling in her car, so beautiful and adorable made him want her so much. He still couldn’t understand how such a sexy, stunning girl could like him, but he wasn’t going to go without a fight. His bladder and penis screamed for his attention but nothing could pull him away from Sarah’s beauty. He strode towards her car quickly, his tears still on his cheek from the car journey. Suddenly Sarah touched his face, wiped his tears, and kissed him and nothing else in that moment mattered. Will ran his hands through Sarahs auburn hair as another tear fell down his face.
Sarah had so much compassion for Will, so much care and even love for him, though the latter was something she didn’t dare admit to herself quite yet. She sensed something wasn’t right with Will as she saw another tear fall from his glistening eyes. She held his hand in hers whilst gently pulling her mouth from his and held him gently and lovingly as she saw fear and embarrassment take hold of him.
Will sensed something truly awful was about to happen. His body was useless and he was unable to control himself. He’d never felt so ashamed of himself, so humiliated, since he was ten years old and at school. He fully expected Sarah to disown him, and rightly so.
While he had embraced and kissed Sarah he had slowly leaked urine into his work trousers, more than a little, though his bladder was still extremely full. The inside leg of his trousers had changed colour and as Sarah pulled away but held his hand tightly Will sat crying, his head down as a strong hissing sound broke the silence between them. Will sat there as his body failed him, his inability to control himself reinforcing his inner voice that told him he was a complete failure.
Sarah’s own face filled with tears now too. She felt so much for Will, though seeing him in soaked clothing did turn her on. Above all else though she knew Will needed to know she still liked him, wanted him and respected him. She tried to tell him exactly that but found her actions said it much clearer as she pulled Will close and kissed him so deep she thought they would swallow each other. Meanwhile her hands stroked his wet legs as she felt for his penis to let it be known she still lusted after Will, even more so than ever.
Finally Sarah felt she could find the right words.
‘Sweetheart it’s ok. You go get showered and clean and then we can get some dinner. You know you are the sexiest, most handsome, most incredible man to ever exist. You know how much I adore watching you piss and you held all that in for hours and hours just to let me watch. That, Will Highland, makes me want to fuck you so bad.’
She wasn’t sure Will had deliberately held on all day for her but she wanted to boost his ego and it had made her ridiculously horny for Will, so intentional or not, it had the same effect. As hungry as her stomach was for food it wasn’t a patch on how hungry her body was for Will’s right now. |
Chapter 47:
Will couldn’t look Sarah in the eye so he focussed on the bridge of her nose as he tried to get the words to come out of his mouth. Sarah clearly wasn’t put off by his childish inability to control his bladder but that didn’t stop him from feeling vulnerable in her presence. He shook with nerves as his heart beat faster and his lungs struggled for air.
‘Do you...do...do you...want to come inside and....wait for me?’
Will was concerned that he may not make it back out again once in his apartment as his mind would fight the change again. He found moving from one place to another so hard at times, even though he really wanted this date with Sarah.
‘Will, I would love to.’
Sarah couldn’t resist kissing Will on the cheek.
‘I’ll....I’ll clean your car as soon as I’m clean. I’m really sorry.’
Sarah stroked the top of Will’s wet leg as she whispered sexually into his ear.
‘Will I’m not worried or upset. On the contrary. I think you are amazing and it’s best I don’t say what I really want to do right now or we won’t ever get dinner tonight. You turn me on so much Will Highland. Now let’s get you comfortable and dry and let me worry about my car ok?’
Will was so hard hearing that but he was also very aware he was smelling and damp so he opened Sarah’s car door as she opened her door and he walked briskly to the main door to his flat. He used his fob to open the security door, holding it open for Sarah.
Sarah waited as Will lead the way to his flat again, unlocking it and ushering Sarah in. Before he could even make his way to the bathroom Sarah had unclipped Will’s trousers and pulled them down letting her hands run gently over his soaked boxers sending shivers right through Will’s body. There was something about that woman’s touch that took Will to heaven and even in his embarrassment and shame she turned him on incredibly. Sarah ran her fingers up Wills damp legs and preceded to pull down his boxers, again making sure her fingers ran the length of his erect penis. Will moaned with desire as Sarah kissed his penis before holding his hands to guide him to step over his wet clothes. Will longed to drag her to bed, fuck her deeply and explore every part of her but Sarah instead let go of his hands and ran down the hall towards the open plan lounge and kitchen, calling back to Will:
‘You grab a quick shower while I clean the car. See you back in the car in ten minutes!’
Sarah was still so unfamiliar with Will’s kitchen but she hazard a guess that what she needed was in the cupboard under the sink. Will’s need for order made finding cloths, washing up liquid, a bowl and some clothes stain removal spray easy and, aware she didn’t want to take water away from Will’s shower, she filled the bowl with a mixture of washing up liquid and warm water and picked up some cloths and tea towels, and headed back downstairs. Running the tap send a sudden feeling through Sarah’s body as she remembered she still hadn’t been to the bathroom. It could wait a bit longer as she needed to clean the car before it had chance to stain.
Outside in the cold Sarah could once again feel her bladder signal it needed relief. However she reasoned Will would not be much longer so she started dabbing the seat with a towel to soak up any wetness before scrubbing with the cleaning solution and cloth. She diligently dried her seat once again with the tea towel before spraying some stain removal and scrubbing with a second clean cloth. Will hadn’t made nearly as much mess as she’d expected despite peeing for quite a long time. Even cleaning her car and thinking back was arousing Sarah as she imagined Will naked in the shower. She left the towels over the seat and poured out the excess water from the bowl at the side of her car and rung the cloths out. She sat the bowl, cloths and spray on the floor of the front passenger seat and walked round to the driver’s seat to wait for Will. There was no room to cross her legs due to the steering wheel so she placed one hand between her legs as she pushed against herself both to hold her bladder at bay but also aware of how much her body was preparing for sex.
To help dry the car and warm her up she turned on the engine and put the car’s heating on. She was hungry, horny and quite in need of a toilet but without a key fob she couldn’t even get back inside to use Will’s bathroom. She had no choice but to wait.
Sarah’s eyes lit up when Will appeared soon after. With her headlights on she could see him in light tan smart trousers with a brown shirt and matching tan waistcoat. He looked outstanding and so handsome her eyes sparkled at the thought she was going on a date with him. She quickly removed her hand from between her legs as Will opened the passenger door, smiling at the towels and feeling to check they were dry before sitting on them.
Will showered quickly and found the smartest shirt, trousers and waistcoat he could before rushing back down to Sarah before his mind had a chance to catch up with his actions. He was hungry, both for food and for Sarah, and seeing her sitting in her car she looked so radiant and sexy. Will felt like he had just won the lottery.
He opened the passenger door and smiled feeling his own tea towels to check they were dry enough to sit on. He kissed Sarah on the cheek but try as he might he just couldn’t find the right words.
‘I don’t know about you Will but I’m starving. Fancy dinner?’
Will laughed as Sarah pulled out the car park and headed to The Starling.
Finally Will relaxed enough to say something.
‘Sarah, you are so beautiful.’
Sarah didn’t reply. She wanted those words to stay between them as long as possible. She couldn’t remember ever hearing them before and she wanted to treasure that feeling as long as possible. She also needed to concentrate on the road as thoughts of both her very full bladder and sexual thoughts for Will fought for her attention.
In no time at all she was parking in the car park as she turned the engine off and leaned over to the back seat to pick up her handbag. It had been years since she had last been here so she hoped the toilets were clearly signed. As soon as they had a table she would head to them right away. |
Chapter 48:
(and unfortunately you will all need to wait a week before you find out what happens next as I am unable to post for the next 7 days as I won’t have WiFi.)
Will had been reading up on ‘how to impress a woman on your first date’ as he got out the car and walked round to open Sarah’s door and take her hand, gently kissing the back of her hand as he held it.
‘Sarah, you are so beautiful’, he said again as he waited while she closed her door and locked her car. For all Will was nervous he was equally excited to finally be on a date. He wasn’t going to let Sarah’s hand go. If he let her go she may just leave and besides the practical fact he had come in her car, he never ever wanted Sarah to leave.
Will looked around for the entrance, leading Sarah by the hand along a romantic path between trees and bushes, lit from both sides by old fashioned street lamps. He knew what he planned to order and hoped Sarah did too. He really wanted some dinner and then some time alone with Sarah, if she wanted, because right now he never ever wanted to be apart from her. Her longed to hear how her day had been, her week even, as although he’d seen her a fair amount, sex had taken up so much of their time that they hadn’t talked anything like as much as Will wanted. Now with a meal between them they had so much time to talk. Will never tired of hearing Sarah’s voice. He was tempted to record it on his phone just so he could hear it and play over it often. He wasn’t entirely sure how Sarah would take that idea so he decided to keep that to himself.
Sarah was utterly taken to see and watch Will at work. The man who just 8 days ago had to point to yes and no on a whiteboard to communicate with her was now guiding her by the hand into an unfamiliar building to have dinner with her! She could burst with pride over Will, and she longed to never let go of his hand, but she equally could burst from a massive need to wee! It wasn’t what she wanted right now as she knew it would upset and unsettle Will so much. For his sake she clenched her muscles and moved from foot to foot as the waiter showed them to an available table by the window.
‘Welcome to The Starling. Can I get you something to drink while you peruse our menu for this evening?’
Will looked at Sarah, who had sat down quickly and crossed her legs. She looked awkward, but then Will reasoned that everyone must feel awkward on a first date because he certainly was too. Buoyed on by his now empty bladder and ability to drink alcohol since Sarah was driving, Will pointed to the pint of beer on the drinks menu while Sarah ordered some lemonade.
‘Thank you. Tonight’s soup of the day is minestrone and our roast of the day is lamb. A member of staff will come back for your order soon.’
Will took Sarah’s hand onto the table and placed his gently on top stroking his fingers over Sarah’s longing to stroke her so many more places but content to just be feeling her hand for now. Just stroking her hand was having an effect on him let alone anything more.
Sarah looked around for any signs of a bathroom but now sat over by the window she wasn’t able to see any. She crossed her legs as tight as she could and tried to focus on the menu enjoying the fact Will was touching her hand so sexily and gently. He was such a wonderful man and she could not believe she had only known him for 8 days. Not for the first time she wondered how someone could become so special to another person so quickly. She really needed the toilet though and decided when the waiter or waitress came to bring their drinks she would have to ask where the ladies was. It was getting more serious by the minute.
She tried to distract herself by talking to Will.
‘They have some lovely food here. I think I’ll go for the chicken tikka. I bet you’ve already planned yours?’
‘Yes I have. I like fish on Fridays so I decided on the scampi and chips. It looks delicious. So how has your day been my lovely?’
Sarah wriggled on her chair to try and get comfortable, an almost impossible task with such a full bladder.
‘It was ok thanks. It started with a call to my mentor. I think I mentioned to you before how I have to have someone looking out for me, protecting me and stuff. We get on really well so I always enjoy our calls. She hinted that she thought something was different about me the last week or so. Actually my receptionist, Hannah, she’s convinced I’ve met someone too.’
Sarah looked right at Will and smiled.
‘It seems you have quite an affect on me.’
Will responded by raising Sarah’s hand and gently kissing it. Others might have noticed the effect he had on Sarah but right now the effect she was having on him could be seen throughout the restaurant. He was so hard, more so as he began to suspect Sarah was keen to find the bathrooms as she sat tightly crossed legged, looking around anxiously and she kept wriggling in her seat. Even the thought made Will so horny he thought he might burst in his trousers.
As the waiter arrived with their drinks Will spoke before Sarah even had a chance, something that caught them both by surprise.
‘Hi, can we have one chicken tikka with rice and one scampi and chips with mushy peas please? Thanks’
Before Sarah could get a word in the drinks had been placed on the table and the waiter left with their order. As chuffed as she was with Will finding his voice to order she could not help but feel frustrated at losing her chance to ask where the ladies was. She uncrossed her legs and shuffled to the edge of the seat but Will saw this as her asking for a kiss and he responded accordingly.
Sarah could feel her urethra pounding and she knew she would struggle to wait much longer. Will suddenly let go of her hand, just briefly to raise his glass for a ‘cheers’. The absolute last thing Sarah needed right now was more fluids in her but she didn’t want to admit this so she squirmed and raised her glass to ‘new friends’ and had a sip of her lemonade. She couldn’t help but swing her legs under the table hoping Will didn’t think she was crazy.
Will was more sure than ever that Sarah was bursting for the loo and whilst he didn’t want to see her have an accident in public he was relishing every moment of her movements.
He wondered how much longer she would squirm and fidget for before admitting her need. |
Thank you all for your patience. Here’s chapter 49:
Sarah really wanted to excuse herself but she knew Will would struggle to sit alone and that he needed time to relax. She decided to try hinting about her need to prepare him so that he wouldn’t have a panic attack at her nipping to the loos. She only hoped he was perceptive and that their meals would arrive soon so she could ask where the facilities were. She’d been needing to go since leaving work almost an hour and a half ago. She wriggled about as discreetly as she could as she turned the conversation back to Will.
‘So tell me about your day Will. I assume by earlier than you didn’t explore the basement? You had any more thoughts about that yet? I actually don’t know how you last all day. I find myself uncomfortable by lunchtime and very full again by dinner, around now.’
The more Will watched and listened to Sarah the more he knew his detective work was spot on. Sarah had all but admitted her need, though not outright. Seeing her squirm and all this talk of full bladders and toilets was a huge turn on for him and he was sure Sarah knew that. She was quite a tease and he loved it. He cast his mind back to how far he had come in the 8 days since meeting Sarah as he told Sarah about his day.
‘Work wasn’t overly exciting really. Until late this afternoon it was just the same as any other day really. Though I have to say I couldn’t stop thinking about seeing you tonight.’
Sarah crossed her legs and bounced her knee as she spurred Will on to say more.
‘So what happened this afternoon? You didn’t actually...leave your room?’
‘Oh Sarah I did! I actually left my office for the first time ever since starting there! I mean I was sweating so badly, my heart was pounding so fast I thought I would collapse and I was so nervous I felt dizzy, but I did it! Can you believe it?’
Sarah changed position again, now perching herself on the edge of her seat as Will send shivers through her as he seemed to deliberately tease her by continually picking up his beer and drinking it. She wondered if he realised she was bursting for the toilet? She was finding it increasing difficult to hide now as her entire body pounded for release.
‘This beer is delicious Sarah. How’s your lemonade? So, yes, I left the office all because of you...well because I really really needed something that I couldn’t do in my office but you gave me the courage to leave.’
Sarah swung her legs under her seat as another wave hit her. She wasn’t sure how much longer she would last now. Will continued to make such a fuss of his drink too. He had to know. He wasn’t always clued up in everything social but this was something she knew interested him and she wasn’t exactly being discreet.
‘But...well thinking back to..emmm...earlier...I’m guessing something went wrong? Was it the usual? Did your phone picture not help?’
‘Oh there’s loads to tell you before I get it that bit. You’re not in a hurry are you? You are going to love all this. Wait to you hear how much I achieved. I mean to think just a week and a day ago I hadn’t...well you know...in public ever. Since then there’s been your work, McDonald’s, Starbucks, even your house! Oh and let’s not forget your car...though that wasn’t meant to happen. So yeah I left the office shaking, nervous but I knew I had to get to that place quickly. You know how it is when you have little time to spare and everything in you wants something so badly. I’m sure you’ve been there? Well I was there earlier and having ignored it too long I decided it was time to act or I might regret it later. So I left my office, making sure no-one saw me or I would have been very embarrassed. I found the stairs and went down two floors. I actually had no clue where the place was I so urgently needed. Imagine really knowing you need to be somewhere, longing with everything in you to be alone, have privacy and be able to relax but not having any idea how to get there. Can you picture my...discomfort?
Will winked at Sarah as he could see the effect he was having on her. She was so fidgety, bouncy, flustered looking. Her cheeks were red, her legs continually in motion, her hands awkwardly resting on the top of her legs. He decided to keep talking and see if she would eventually say something.
Sarah had this incredible dilemma. Hearing Will freely talking about his need to pee earlier in the day was sending huge waves of desire right through her body. He was pressing her buttons fast and furiously to the point she absolutely longed to strip him naked and fuck him right there and then, but her body was also right on the edge of utter longing to pee and if she held off much longer she would lose control in public. Sarah’s breasts were so tingly, her nipples so erect and longing that, without realising she was doing it, she ran one hand over them right in front of Will’s eyes as he once again tantalisingly lifted his pint of beer to his lips and poured a huge gulp down his throat. Sarah’s hand instantly moved from her sensitive breasts to her pounding pussy as she pushed her hand between her legs under the table, leaning right on the edge of her seat bouncing her knees frantically. She was just about to stand up and go look for the ladies when Will continued.
‘So I found the basement. It was eerie, quiet and deserted. There were no signs at all so I wandered down a corridor longing to find where I needed to be. I thought I might be cutting it fine, you know, like misjudging how much I could hold. I walked along but could not see what I needed. Suddenly I heard voices and panicked so I pushed open the door I was nearest to, which was a kitchen, and hid behind the door, battling internally like nothing else. At least I had privacy. There’s nothing worse than feeling vulnerable in public when you have something on your mind you really really want but you can’t allow others to know because...well it’s just embarrassing isn’t it?’
Sarah was worried. Should she risk staying where she was and burst or stay where she was because Will was causing her vagina to pound with excitement and pour mucus into her knickers like Niagara Falls. She knew if Will so much as kissed her right now she would explode both sexually and physically simultaneously. She was hot, flustered and moaning quietly.
‘ You ok Sarah? You look like you need a drink. Here, try some of your lemonade.’
Sarah took her glass and took a sip, relishing the cold refreshing taste.
She calmed enough to face reality. It was time she let Will know she was about to piss herself and excuse herself to find the bathrooms.
‘It is embarrassing Will. It really is. I know because...’
Sarah didn’t get to finish her sentence as just then a waitress arrived with their meals. Sarah slid her hand between her skirt under the table, wriggling about feeling herself leak slightly as the floodgates barely stayed closed.
‘Can I get you both anything? Sauce, vinegar, more drinks?’
Sarah tried to find her voice, her face red and sweaty.
‘I wonder if you could tell me where the...’
Will smiled at Sarah and finished her sentence...
‘The car park is for the cinema? I saw a notice saying we can only park here for two hours and we are off to the cinema next door later. Thanks.’
Sarah almost cried as she kicked Will under the table. She was a professional, well respected career woman. She couldn’t piss herself in a public place.
Will was taking a huge risk and he knew it. He was just glad the table protected the huge erection he had had since arriving. If things carried on the way they were Sarah would not be the only one having a public accident in their pants. |
Chapter 50:
‘Yes. You are right. You can only park here for a maximum of two hours. We had to establish that rule because we were losing patrons due to having a full car park when so many were using our spaces for the cinema. When you arrived a number plate recognition camera will have logged your number plate and we issue fines to anyone who outstays the two hours. If you wish to visit the cinema you need to exits our car par then turn left and left again to the cinema’s own car park.
I hope you enjoy your meals.’ The waitress turned to walk away.
Sarah hadn’t expected such a long spiel from the waitress who was clearly just answering Will’s question. She could hardly interrupt her midway through but every word was causing her heart to beat faster, her vagina to throb quicker, her legs to squirm more. She couldn’t bear it any longer as she stood up and followed the waitress trying to get her attention whist holding her bladder at bay.
Will watched it all while casually starting his meal, turning his legs to hide his huge erection. He really wanted Sarah to make it, to not be embarrassed in public but he was struggling with how intensely Sarah’s predicament was turning him on. He wanted to help Sarah so badly but as he has no idea where the toilets were either he had no idea what to do.
‘Excuse me’
Sarah tried to catch the waitresses attention but, distracted by a nearby table waving her over, the waitress hadn’t heard her. Sarah followed behind her moving around continually trying not to pee dance but failing miserably. She was leaking and had to find a loo urgently. Her meal was getting cold but her bladder could not wait any longer.
She followed the waitress to the table that had called her over hoping to catch her attention before she spoke to them.
‘Excuse me.’
Still the waitress didn’t appear to hear. Sarah looked around frantically for any signs of bathrooms, all the while Will watching her struggle but helpless to do anything.
Sarah stepped back as the waitress approached the table.
‘Could we have our bill please?’
‘Yes, of course. How was your meal? Was everything to your satisfaction?’
Sarah could see the male from the couple looking at her as she bent forward and pushed a hand between her legs. Sarah was almost in tears, deep red in embarrassment and frustrated at her lack of dignity. She had to stop herself leaking though and she was aware that any second pee would flood out from between her legs.
‘Excuse me please.’ Sarah tried again.
Sarah looked at the gent who was now smiling at her giving full eye contact. Sarah was so relieved when he finally helped her.
‘Everything was great thanks. Sorry I think the lady behind you really needs to ask you something urgently before you get our bill.’
The waitress turned, surprised and startled to see Sarah.
‘Oh sorry, I never saw you there. Can I help you?’
‘Oh please. You couldn’t tell me where the ladies is please? Thanks.’
‘Yes of course! Just walk past the entrance you came in, carry on through the bar area and they are in the back corner.’
Sarah could just mutter a quick ‘thanks’ before rushing away to find them, briefly overhearing the lady of the couple comment, ‘I hope she makes it. She looked very desperate.’
Sarah would have happily peed outside in the pouring rain she was that desperate to go. Her bladder hurt from holding so long but once on the toilet and releasing steadily she found the courage to check how wet her knickers were. They were wet but wearable so Sarah pulled them up once she had finished and washed her hands quickly to get back to Will.
Sarah smiled to herself as she passed the table the couple had been at, relieved to see they had now left. How embarrassing to be pee dancing in front of strangers in a restaurant because you could not wait to pee. Sarah was still hot and embarrassed but delighted to see Will was eating his meal as he winked at her as she returned to her seat.
‘Must have been a huge emergency honey to let your meal get cold like that? You ok?’
Sarah found her eyes welling up as she felt so embarrassed by her own actions. She spoke quietly, learning into Will to prevent anyone overhearing.
‘I was dripping piss into my pants Will. I’d been holding for hours. I was bursting in the car park at yours, held while cleaning the seat and driving here and I was absolutely desperate while you were talking. I couldn’t wait any longer.’
Will stopped eating and kissed Sarah lightly on the lips.
‘I know lovely. Now enjoy your meal. You have made me very happy already. I sure won’t forget this date.’
Will was still hard. His mind racing with images of Sarah peeing after holding so long. He finished his beer and enjoyed looking at Sarah lovingly as she ate her meal and drank her lemonade. He was in no hurry to leave right now as he would be unable to hide his erection standing up. He tried to think of boring thoughts but looking at a beautiful sexy woman who moments ago was squirming publicly as he watched was preventing his body from thinking anything but sexual thoughts.
This woman ticked all his boxes and so much more besides. He wanted to talk more but decided, for now, just to enjoy the moment of watching Sarah eat, wishing it wasn’t just food going in her moist lips but something else.
If only his mind could stop being so erotic for once! |
Chapter 52:
Sarah looked at the sweet menu and decided quickly what she wanted. Some sort of sports event was now playing on a large screen TV near the bar and the background noise was increasing to a point that Will could no longer whisper. Still Sarah longed to hear if Will ever found the gents at his work and the counsellor in her was desperate to know if he actually braved going in, though she was pretty sure he hadn’t actually managed to get relief since his earlier wetting that evening had been quite something. The stain removal spray, cloths and bowl from Will’s house were still in the passenger footwell of her car to remind them both of the event. Sarah was just thankful there was no visual reminder of her earlier public desperation other than their memories.
Will sipped at his second pint of beer as he read the sweet menu three times. So many things appealed to his sweet tooth but traditional apple crumble and custard seemed to jump out. Will wasn’t a fan of noise, crowds or sports so the build up of noise and people was making him nervous, and causing his erection to ease as his concentration on Sarah faded slightly.
Will looked at the bar and the increase in people and leaned over to talk to Sarah, having to raise his voice over a sudden cheer as whatever the event was suddenly started.
‘It’s getting nosier now. You still wanting a sweet or would you rather get something at the cinema?’
Sarah looked at the menu and cupped her hands over her mouth to help her voice travel across the table to Will.
‘Yes. If you are still ok? I want to finish my drink anyway, don’t you?
Will didn’t bother trying to talk back, choosing to acknowledge Sarah with a thumbs up instead.
Sarah noticed the waitress and waved her over choosing to point to both of their choices rather than try and shout over the noise. She wasn’t likely to hear any more of Will’s recount right now so she slipped her shoe off and rubbed her foot up his trousers leg instead to show him that she still fancied him very much and was enjoying being with him. Despite the noise and bustle her body was still every bit as aroused as before and through her thin flesh tights she enjoyed feeling the warmth and firmness of Will’s leg. Will seemed to enjoy it too as he reached down with one hand to feel her foot and massage it while smiling across at her. Sarah let her foot rest on Will’s knee while she drank some lemonade and watched as Will drank more of his beer, his eyes full of mischief and cheekiness. For all Will was often anxious and fearful at times Sarah could see he had a fun side too. She looked forward eagerly to exploring more of that side.
By the time the sweets arrived the noice had dulled slightly and Will had almost finished his second pint of beer. Will may not have been outwardly aroused but he was still loving Sarah’s company and thinking of things he would love to do with her. He knew he would have many happy times just replaying her earlier desperation in his mind.
Will ate his apple crumble and custard without taking his eyes off Sarah. She had the most beautiful sparkling eyes he had ever seen and though he ordinarily hated eye contact with Sarah it was so different. She could see right into his soul anytime she wanted. He had no issue being exposed in her presence.
Sarah could not help but tease Will as he watched her eat her chocolate ice cream sunday as she picked up the flake chocolate decoration and slid it in and out her mouth pretending it was clearly something else. Will winked and stuck his tongue out to lick the air as if licking something else. Sarah giggled like a school girl completely under Will’s spell.
As the waitress returned soon after to collect their plates Sarah finished her lemonade to add her empty glass to Will’s as she asked for the bill. It was her idea for the date and she was more than willing to pay just to have Will’s company. However when the bill arrived Will grabbed it and blew Sarah a kiss before standing and coming round to help her on with her coat and taking her hand like a gentleman to lead her out.
Now no longer erect and standing up straight Will had a slight urge to pee but put it down to the cold air which now filled the corner due to a draft from the front door. With people coming and going so much the door was hardly closed and the evening air was chilly now.
Will opened his wallet and took some notes out, rounding the bill to the nearest ten pounds and leaving the notes in the folder on the table as he had read was socially acceptable to do. He was proud of himself for having finally been to a restaurant, had a date with a girl and even ordered, all things he had never had the courage to do before.
Things were changing and it was all due to Sarah.
The night was still young yet though as he headed out to Sarah’s car hand in hand with his beautiful auburn queen.
The cold air sent a shiver through him as Sarah unlocked the car and they both climbed in, eager for the privacy and quiet again.
Sarah turned and kissed Will on the lips, tasting his pudding and beer and laughing as she did so.
‘So you up for the cinema now babe? Or have you had enough of me yet? I can drop you home anytime you like?’
Will wasn’t sure wether it was the beer talking or if Sarah had some sort of magic spell over him but before his mind could really object his voice answered quickly.
‘I’m definitely up for the cinema. Let’s go.’ |
Chapter 53:
The air had a chill about it now and the street lights were on as Will held Sarah’s hand as they walked back through the tree covered path to her car. A shiver went right through Will sending a slight urge from his bladder. It was nothing much and no doubt just the change in temperature so he could ignore it for now.
Sarah started her car to drive the few metres to the car park next door. It seemed crazy moving the car such a short distance but rules were rules and she wasn’t about to get a ticket for something so simple. In the brief quietness she suddenly remembered something she wanted to tell Will.
‘Oh Will, I’ve just remembered something. I haven’t had the chance to say yet but Hannah, my receptionist, took a call today from the building owners at my office. Since starting my own business self employed several years ago I have rarely taken time off. Just a week or two at the peak of summer sometimes and a week at Christmas, but the owners need to do some urgent work on the building and for a week I need to close. I’m not sure how I feel about it fully yet but thought I would say anyway. It’s quite sudden and unexpected and for some of my clients it will be upsetting to their therapy, but it seems there’s little I can do. I’m not comfortable seeing clients in my home and it’s not well...safe really...so anyway I have a week off at the start of March. Oh man, I talk far too much at times! I think I’m nervous sorry.’
Will laughed then suddenly remembered the last email he read before leaving work just a few hours ago. So much had happened since then it seemed like weeks ago but in reality it was just earlier that day. Will sat bolt upright as Sarah parked her car outside the cinema.
‘You’re not going to believe this Sarah! I had an email just before I left the office from my boss saying I need to take another five days holiday before the end of the financial year! That’s weird don’t you think?’
Sarah turned her engine off and climbed out her car as Will did the same, continuing the conversation as they did so.
‘Well we could take the same week maybe Will? What do you think? Sorry I’m running away with myself here. Just ignore me.’
Will took Sarah’s hand as they walked into the cinema.
‘Sarah, that’s one thing I could never do. You know, ignore you.’
Will learned towards Sarah to kiss her hair. Oh he adored her hair so much, the colour, the smell, the way it waved in and out of his fingers when he felt it. The thought of a whole week with Sarah seemed like heaven right now. But right this minute they had a film to see and Will was excited at yet another new experience he was about to conquer.
They stopped together to read the list of films and times lit on a large wall in front of them.
‘I’m going to guess you’ve already done some research Will. So what’s the best one to see? Your choice.’
Will smiled, guiding Sarah to the counter where he bought two tickets to a sequel and handed them to Sarah.
‘Oh Will. Great choice. It starts in five minutes though. You paid for dinner and the tickets so I’ll get some snacks. Wait here and we can walk in together. I’ll be right back.’
Sarah hurried over to the kiosk where she ordered two large sodas and a tub of popcorn. They’d just had a meal so she figured this would be enough as she called over to Will to carry his drink in as they walked along the corridor to theatre number 5. As expected on a Friday evening it was very popular and their allocated seats were in the middle of row H right in the centre of the room. They squeezed past people before finally finding their seats, sitting their drinks in the arm rests and getting comfortable.
No sooner had Will sat down that he realised the two pints of beer from earlier would be wanting out soon. It hadn’t just been the draft, or the change in temperature, he did actually need the bathroom, though now he was stuck in the middle of a busy theatre with a two hour film about to begin. He held all day at work so what’s two hours really, he thought to himself as he sat back and crossed his legs lightly. He’d never been in a cinema, despite being almost 29, and although having a stranger to his immediate right he was more amazed at the huge screen, the comfortable seats and the size of the room that anything else. As the adverts started the volume seemed excessive but it wasn’t long before Will shut everything else off and settled his nerves enough to hold Sarah’s hand and enjoy the film. He could already see the appeal of the big screen compared to his TV at home and the sound, although loud, was coming from all angles and creating quite an atmosphere.
Will was ready to forget all his worries and relax for the next two hours. He only hoped he didn’t fall asleep!
Sarah had hoped for another quick loo break before the film. She wasn’t really needing to go but two hours seemed a long time to not go especially after two glasses of lemonade and a large soda during the film. However the carrying of her juice and popcorn, combined with the fact the film was about to start, meant she never got the change to go. It wasn’t ideal that their seats were centre row now as well, but as the adverts began and Will held her hand she realised she was worried unnecessarily and two hours wasn’t long at all really. Besides she would be too busy watching the film to even think about anything else.
There was no need to worry at all. |
Last chapter for a week then I’ll be back:
Chapter 54:
It was amazing how much a person could eat and drink unintentionally, Sarah thought, as her hands occupied themselves by slipping into the popcorn and raising her juice to her mouth continually. It was almost subconscious and the therapists in her did wonder how many people around her were using the cinema as escapism as much as entertainment. Thankfully, as the film gathered pace her mind eventually focussed on the storyline and she laughed and smiled along like everyone else, caught up in nothing more than the screen in front of her, almost forgetting even that Will was right beside her.
Will was struggling to get into the film at first, wishing instead he was alone with Sarah doing something else, but as time went on he relaxed more and sipped at his soda which he was sure was very overpriced and definitely not branded. He could taste the difference and added ice usually meant for him that unless he drank it fairly quickly his drink would taste too mild and diluted as the ice melted. He wasn’t overly thirsty, having had two pints of beer with his meal, but the idea of diluted watered down cheap cola didn’t appeal, so while it was clearly a cheap alternative it would be a lot worse if his ice melted. For that reason he drank most of it in the first half hour of the film, something which he knew he might later regret.
As a loud, slightly scary, part happened in the film Sarah found herself automatically crossing her legs. She realised, finally, that she really should have went to the ladies before the film started but now sat in the centre of a full row of strangers she felt embarrassed to move. She reasoned her need would soon subside so switched back to film mode and tried to ignore her body’s desires, all while sipping her soda now and again without any thought to the fact this may make things worse.
Will shifted on his seat a bit as he felt suddenly uncomfortable and distracted. His stomach was bloated as he rubbed his hand over it and felt his distended bladder. He rubbed it gently hoping that it would magically disappear as he crossed his ankles and tapped the top of his leg. Had he been at home he may have paused the film at this point for a much needed pee break but as this wasn’t possible he tried ignoring his growing need to switch back to the film. The theatre was dark, lit only by the screen in front and small exit signs above the doors at the rear, but Will could make out the outline of Sarah beside him and he smiled to himself as he thought of her. He wasn’t too deeply into the film yet and he sort of wished he could take Sarah’s hand and whisk her away alone. He reached over to feel for Sarah’s hand which she took happily. He would whisk her via the toilets first if he could though. He would feel much more comfortable then.
Sarah’s bladder was starting to niggle at her more. She changed position and tried to ignore it but the pounding and tingling between her legs wasn’t for disappearing and Sarah was getting annoyed. Will had paid good money for them to watch this film and she was enjoying it and besides she reckoned she’d have to disturb around 10 plus strangers just to get out from the middle of the row. She would need to try and wait.
Will shifted in his seat again. The film seemed to be going so slowly and his bladder was filling all too fast. The only saving grace was the lack of lightening which meant he could cross his legs at the knee and slip his free hand lightly between them leaning very lightly on his member to help subside his feelings of needing release. That seemed to help but then another wave would come and Will found himself having to change position again and cross his legs the opposite way. His need was increasing fast and he wasn’t comfortable about that fact one bit. If only he was at home where he could take a break, or even sat at the end of a row where nipping out was simple. Will was terrified of strangers and could never find himself putting them out or inconveniencing them at all. He had a rummage in his pocket and glanced at his mobile phone for the time, disappointed to see the film wasn’t even half way through yet. Will leaned to the side and slid his hand between his crossed legs and tried to find a comfortable position but nothing was taking away the throb he was feeling down below.
Another wave hit Sarah quite unexpectedly as she laughed at something in the film. She pushed her bottom as far back onto the seat as possible and leaned forward, almost looking like she was going to vomit. She hadn’t meant it to draw attention to herself so when the stranger to her left asked if she was feeling ok she flushed red and apologised saying she’d just slid on her chair a bit before straightening up again and trying to find a more appropriate position. She tried leaning with her back slightly to the stranger and placed her hand on the top of her leg. Will seemed to see this as an invite to snuggle in and placed his arm around her which Sarah welcomed despite feeling quite a need to pee. She wished she had leggings on though, or any trousers really, rather than the dress skirt she had worn to work that day which really restricted her movements right now.
Will saw Sarah lean forward and felt concerned. He was about to ask if she was ok when he heard someone else ask and Sarah turn towards him so he drew her close by placing his arm around her and leaning towards her. He really wanted to take her and leave though as his bladder ached to pee and he began to wonder if perhaps Sarah’s did too. Will was starting to get nervous now as time moved on. His bladder was filling and filling still and he was now bouncing his leg continually trying to keep his penis from leaking. He really did need to piss rather badly and the film wasn’t even half way through. He noticed Sarah shift again in her seat and cross her legs with a hand between them. The idea of Sarah bursting again was an enormous turn on but Will’s penis only wanted one thing right now: to piss.
Sarah was getting more and more convinced she would need to somehow get to the ladies soon. She was bursting and unable to sit still at all. As the film quietened down she leaned over to Will and whispered to him.
‘I really really need the bathroom.’
‘Me too. So badly.’
Sarah gently moved Will’s arm from behind her and slid his hand that had been playing with her hair between her legs as much as she could through the top of her skirt. Will responded by taking Sarah’s hand and pressing it firmly over his crotch.
If either so much as leaked the other would be the first to know, and feel it. |
Chapter 55:
Sarah had never been so grateful to be in a dark theatre, though for extra privacy she pulled her coat over her legs to cover the fact Will’s hand was pushing down on her skirt between her legs. Unfortunately the skirt wasn’t as loose fitting as Sarah would have liked so even with Will pushing between her legs he still wasn’t quite able to push deep enough to really touch her crotch and have much effect, unlike the fact that Will had thinner, and Sarah recalled much lighter in colour, smart trousers on and Sarah was able to feel the entire outline of Will’s penis. The other advantage she had was the ability to stroke Will enough to help ease his desire to pee by turning him on. Will didn’t seem to be objecting to this fact at all.
The volume of liquid Will had consumed since last emptying his bladder was getting too much for him. Whilst having a full bladder did arouse him and was often the precursor to many private sessions in the privacy of his own home he was finding it very difficult to feel any sexual desire from his need due to the knowledge he was so close to strangers and in a public place. He felt Sarah pull her coat over his hand and arm to conceal what he was doing to her but he just didn’t feel he could move to offer the same privacy to Sarah. Her hand over his penis was the only thing stopping him bursting and he was too afraid of moving and causing a scene with a huge flood. Besides Sarah had a magic way when she touched him and he could feel his penis responding despite his bladders attempts to overrule it. Watching the film was pretty futile now but he continued to try, at least to pretend to the others around him that nothing out of the ordinary was going on.
Sarah couldn’t help but bounce her leg even though this meant bouncing off of Will’s arm and once again restricting him getting to the very place she needed his hand. Her pussy was wet and open and screaming for release. The tingling and almost prodding sensation was so strong Sarah wasn’t sure wether she would suddenly erupt in the next minute or so. All she knew was she really needed to think about finding a bathroom and soon. She learned towards Will as she faced the film screen as if nothing was amiss.
‘Will, I’m bursting.’
‘I know. Me too babe.’
Sarah paused, hoping Will might have suggested trying to get out and find the lavatories but instead he rose his hand to feel Sarah’s distended hard bladder and rub it gently. As he did so he suddenly moved his legs as Sarah’s hand felt his willy become a bit harder and more prominent. She’d felt him much harder before but he was clearly enjoying knowing how bursting Sarah really was. Only a few hours ago Sarah had been acutely aware that her public desperation in the pub next door had turned Will on like crazy. She couldn’t resist running her fingers gently along the outline of Will’s apparatus whilst simultaneously squeezing her own thighs tightly closed. Sarah slid her other hand behind her back and unclipped and unzipped her skirt enough to allow her waistband to loosen. As privately as she could she then let go of Will’s trousers and with her coat still covering herself she pulled her skirt up so that her underwear was touching the seat through her thin tights, and had the coat not covered her, everyone would have seen her skirt hitched up around her waist. Sarah decided she would worry about going out when the time came but for now she needed to do everything in her power to prevent herself having a full on accident. Now with access to her crotch more available she slid one of Will’s hands right under the coat, down the front of her skirt, between her shaven tights covered legs and tight against the crotch of her flesh tights and pants. The more she felt Will’s touch the more she wanted to give him full access to her body, wherever he wanted.
Will was super excited to get better access to Sarah’s crotch as his penis twitched in delight. The twitch wasn’t just from sexual need though as Will could feel his bladder overspilling into his urethra and, despite Sarah’s hand gently touching him, he had to grab the top of his apparatus and pinch it.
He leaned towards Sarah and whispered:
‘I’m dying to piss honey,’
‘Me too sweetheart.’
Will could feel every wiggle, every throb that Sarah was making. Her body was throbbing, pushing, vibrating and lapping against his hand. Will wanted to feel it stronger, deeper, wetter. He closed his eyes and imagined his penis inside Sarah as she writhed in desperation and moaned in need. How he longed to fuck her in this state and have her orgasm and leak warm piss over his throbbing hard penis while they made love. His toes curled, is tongue licked his lips and ,forgetting for a moment where he was, he moaned with pleasure. He could feel his dick pushing strongly against his trousers yearning for freedom to both piss and ejaculate. Will could feel liquid rising to the very tip of his penis as he grabbed it and then pulled Sarah’s hand to feel the damp patch created.
Sarah’s own body was so aroused, so longing, so desperate. Her high heel shoes were tapping rhythmically against the carpet of the theatre as she slipped her shoes off and pushed her feet against the chair in front as she pushed her crotch back against the chair as much as she could then slid forward again rocking back and forth. Will could feel wetness on his hand even through her nylon thin tights and knickers. He dared to press a little harder with his entire hand as Sarah pushed against him even more.
Panting and a bit out of breath Sarah whispered to Will again.
‘I can’t wait much longer.’
‘Me neither.’
Suddenly Will had a large spasm from his bladder as he leaned forward bouncing both legs like crazy stroking his penis for all he was worth. There was no way on earth his body could keep its contents of urine inside any longer. He was about to have his second wetting of the night in a public building and the thought made tears run down his cheeks. He shook and bounced and squirmed for all he was worth before grabbing Sarah’s arm and speaking in her ear.
‘It’s about to shoot out. I need to go now!’
‘I know. Me too.’
Will let go of Sarah, needing both hands to prevent himself pissing as Sarah quickly used both hands to refasten her skirt and slip her shoes back on at the same time. She grabbed her coat from over her knee, standing up and straightening her skirt quickly. They had to get out of the row, the theatre, and to toilets immediately, but with at least ten people either side of them in a constricted row of seats neither of them knew if they would make it.
Meanwhile the movie carried on as if everything was perfectly fine. |
Chapter 56:
Will was slightly nearer the end of the row from Sarah, though they were right in the middle and the entire row was full of people. Will so wanted to scream to everyone to get out of his way before he wet himself but he just couldn’t. Standing up his bladder felt so solid, heavy and sore. It was stretched so much and his muscles were sore and tired as he had already held his bladder way too long earlier in the day. This wasn’t how his first proper date with his girlfriend was supposed to end, far from it. He’d already had a huge accident in front of Sarah just hours previously and he sure didn’t want another one. It was all he could do to apologise quietly as strangers stood up or squeezed in to let him past. It must have been blatantly obvious why he wanted out so urgently as he held his coat on one arm and held his dick tightly with the other. Why were some people taking ages to move to let him past? He felt a small spurt escape before he even made it to the end of the row.
Sarah was so turned on watching Will struggle, though her own bladder hurt so much from holding. At least she could just about make it to the end of the row without having to hold herself, though as she passed the final person she had to bend forward and cross her legs very tightly. Will was hobbling down the stairs in front of her now so she tried to hurry to catch him up as he walked through the short tunnel towards the doors marked ‘exit’. She’d long forgotten what the film was about by now as the voices from the screen became slightly quieter as she headed out to the main corridor. Will was slightly in front of her, though he seemed to suddenly stop as the corridor bustled with noise and people. Sarah was frantically searching for the toilets, perhaps that’s what Will was doing too and why he had paused? She caught up with him, unable to stand still as she danced beside him while he crouched forward with both hands between his legs.
Will knew he was in trouble. Why he had thought tan trousers would be good to wear he would never know. He didn’t dare remove his hands as he knew without a doubt that his crotch would be noticeably wet already. He was in pain and so embarrassed at acting like a child in public. As Sarah joined him, very noticeably bursting too he could only apologise.
‘I’m sorry Sarah. It’s really bad.’
‘It’s ok. I think there must be toilets along here. Come on. I need to go now Will. I’m absolutely desperate!’
‘Sarah, please please drive me home. It’s too busy honey. Please.’
Sarah knew Will couldn’t pee with so many around. She’d experienced his situation first hand and it wasn’t an option to sneak into a disabled toilet together in such a busy environment. Despite the fact she honestly knew she would not make it to Will’s without wetting herself she knew Will needed her assistance so bad. Grabbing herself between the legs, as undignified and embarrassing as it was, she pulled Will gently by the arm and headed through the very busy reception area out into the cold, wet, dark car park.
It took a moment for Sarah’s eyes to adjust to the change of light and she paused as the cinema door closed behind her and the noise eased. She quickly scanned for her car and pulled a bent, struggling Will with her.
Sarah had parked by a back area looking into the back of the restaurant they had eaten in earlier. In front of the car were some decorative bushes separating one car park from the other. Although out of eye shot from anyone at the cinema and restaurant they could both be seen clearly from anyone in either car park. Sarah clinked the button on her fob to unlock the doors but as Will approached the back of the car he suddenly froze.
‘Sarah, I can’t hold it. I can’t.’
Sarah pulled Will between the cars as she watched his face tense in panic.
Will knew he was losing it. His boxers had soaked up as much as they could and his hands could feel his trousers were definitely getting wet, though so far thankfully only from small spurts. He’d paused at the back of the car as another painful wave hit him hard sending another spurt out his tired penis. He wasn’t going to make it home but he was too ashamed to piss himself a second time in Sarah’s car. He couldn’t do that to her, he just couldn’t.
Sarah pulled him between the cars and close to the little bushes but Will knew the shrubbery was too low to offer any privacy. Before he could do anything to stop her Sarah had loosened his trousers, unzipped his fly and was pushing his shoulders down.
‘Crouch down Will. Copy me. My pants can’t hold any more. I need to do this.’
At that Sarah spread her legs, hunched her skirt up and crouched down in front of her car as close to the hedge as she could. Will spread his legs, bent his knees and crouched down too, facing the back of the restaurant with his back to Sarah’s car, still holding his penis as tight as he could.
Will stared at Sarah wide eyed. She still had her tights and underwear on. Could she really be about to pee through them out in the open? If he hadn’t been holding his piss for dear life he would have been exploding with something else. How he had longed to see a woman do this for years.
Sarah shuffled as close to Will as she could before removing his hands and gently fishing out his member. As they crouched right beside each other in front of a bush barely up to their knees with their backs protected by the front of Sarah’s car, their knees bend, legs spread, Sarah was the only one talking and instructing them both.
‘Will you hold my skirt up while i hold your penis. Think about the ladies at my work, think about McDonald’s, think about Starbucks, think about us pissing together in jugs at mine, think about us peeing together on your toilet...think about relaxing, getting relief, letting go of all this pressure.’
Will could hear hissing. It was magical, beautiful, incredibly sexual. Sarah was exploding warm pee from between her legs fast and loudly and furiously through her pants and nylon tights and onto the car park and bush in front of them. His penis was twitching with need, unable to grow due to the sheer volume of piss inside it but not fully flacid either. He never wanted Sarah to ever let his penis go. He closed his eyes, treasuring the sound of Sarah’s wee while his own body gave in to the relentless and incredible pressure from his bladder as suddenly he felt an explosion of warm urine run right down the inside of his member and splash loudly on the tarmac. Sarah responded by lifting and guiding his penis towards the bush as urine thundered out of him causing his legs to shake.
‘Oh my God Will I can’t stop.’
‘Me neither.’
Will thought he would be pissing for the rest of the night. Sarah felt the same as her body relaxed and moaned from the ecstasy of finally getting to go. Her skirt managing to stay dry but her pee was puddling between her high heeled shoes. She was loving holding and guiding Will and feeling the force of his urine as it ran down his penis. She’d secretly longed for a moment like this all her adult life. She might have soaked knickers and tights but she knew fucking Will later would make up for that and so much more besides.
Thanks to Will’s earlier wetting she already had plenty towels in her car to protect her seats. It was almost as if it was all planned by some higher being.
They could always watch the film on Netflix when it came out anyway. Right now that was the last thing on their minds though. |
Chapter 57:
The force of Will’s pee finally subsided and the incredible sensation of Sarah’s hands on his penis caused his penis to grow and swell even though they were both in the open air. In fact Will was sure the fact they were in the open air was causing his erection to be even bigger than usual. Combined with the fact he had not only dreamed of having a beautiful woman hold and guide him while he pissed (and this was the second time Sarah had fulfilled this desire) but that one of his ultimate sexual fantasies was a sexy well dressed woman taking an emergency pee outside through her tights and knickers. It was like Sarah could read the very depths of his mind at times and now his bladder was finally empty he found himself very desperate for something else. Sarah finally let him go but not without stroking the length of him a few times making him want her one hundred times more. It wasn’t easy to tuck a penis in while bend down on your knees anyway but Will found it impossible to tuck his long, thick, erect penis into his tan trousers without standing more upright. He had to act quickly to prevent anyone seeing, a fact that only heightened his desire even more.
Sarah couldn’t help but giggle. When life events caused any sort of huge emotional response, especially of a joyful, ecstatic nature, her first instinctive response always seemed to be laughter. The absurdity of what they had both just done tickled Sarah so much. It also turned her on enormously and she had never wanted to make love to Will more than she did right now. Had her car not been parked in such a busy car park he would have been enticed and taken by her on the back seat. She was as desperate for Will as she had just been a few minutes ago to pee. She could tell from what she saw and felt that Will obviously felt the same.
Will loved the sound of Sarah’s laughter. It brought him joy, peace and a sense of warmth he couldn’t fully explain. He couldn’t stop smiling as Sarah unlocked the doors of the car and leaned over to get the towels that had previously sat on the front passenger seat where Will had had an accident earlier that night.
Will helped straighten the towels for Sarah though he couldn’t resist keeping his hand on top of the towels a bit longer than he needed to so he could feel Sarah’s wet bottom through her tights as she hitched her skirt up to put her wet bum on her seat.
‘Will, emmm, do you mind if I head to mine first and get freshened up before dropping you home?’
Will was in such a quandary. On one hand he wanted Sarah comfortable and happy but on the other he wanted to sleep with her so badly exactly as she was...wet and very sexy. His body wanted to say one thing but his mind another. Social appropriateness wasn’t his strong point, in fact it was often his biggest weakness, but he could potentially miss out on an opportunity he might never get again. Besides he was ready to blow his load right this minute anyway so, as embarrassed as he was, he decided to be truthful with Sarah.
‘Sarah, I need to be truthful with you darling. What you just did there was one of the sexiest,most alluring, things I have ever experienced. So much so that even without, you know, stroking myself, I am so so close to, well...Sarah I have never wanted to fuck you more than I do right this minute. So yes, of course, we can go to yours but, as long as you want to that is, please can I have you urgently? I’m emmmm struggling to hold back just sitting beside you honey.’
In the darkness of the car with just the dull light of a streetlight a short distance away casting shadows over them both, Will once again unfastened his fly to demonstrate to Sarah just how aroused he was.
Sarah wasn’t expecting the intimate honesty of her new boyfriend though he was only expressing what her body was telling her too. Will may have been aroused and turned on by her peeing like that but she could not deny the effect that having soaking warm knickers and tights was doing to herself too . She’d never admitted to anyone before how such an unusual thing caused her body to alight with passion and desire. As hard as it was to trust someone with something so intimate she felt Will not only needed to hear this but that he could be trusted with it.
Sarah let Will’s words hang as she built up the courage to reply. Her actions did say a great deal though as she responded to Will’s penis by lightly stroking it and caressing it with her fingers.
Finally she felt ready.
‘Will I want nothing more right now than the same as you. You look and feel very desperate. I can assure you I am every bit as desperate for you. Can you hold off just ten minutes until we get to mine?’
Sarah didn’t wait for an answer as in reality she herself was struggling with the thought of ten minutes drive. She was more than ready for sexual climax and ten minutes felt like an eternity to hold off. She started the engine and clipped on her seatbelt, put the car in reverse gear and headed to her house.
Something came over Will after Sarah responded. It was like he was possessed by some sexual prowess and he wasn’t sure he could hold back for a full ten minutes. Had he not been pissing when Sarah had peed through her tights and knickers he knew he would have actually cum just watching her. He fastened his seat belt and tried hiding his penis back inside his trousers as Sarah drove, though he couldn’t help stroking himself through his trousers. Maybe it was the beer from earlier helping him lose his inhibitions or wether it was just the fact Sarah took him places sexually that drove him wild with desire? Whatever it was he found himself softly moaning and talking much freer that ever.
‘Oh my God Sarah. What a night baby. You wonder why I am struggling to hold back? From seeing you in the car when I first got back from work. That passionate kissing we had when I wet myself from absolute desperation. Doing that in front of you and your response. Oh God, you touching my dick through my wet trousers. Shoot that made me want you! The way you accepted what happened and cleaned up and showed me so much kindness. That touched me and turned me on again. The restaurant stuff with me teasing you and telling you all about me bursting at work while all the time I knew you were almost wetting yourself you needed to pee that bad; That was awesome babe. I was so longing for you. You know that? Then watching you sitting at the table opposite me squirming and crossed legged in desperation. Fuck did that drove me nuts baby! I was so fucking hard my heart was beating that fast. Then watching you struggle to get the waitress’s attention. God I nearly came then and there. Seeing your eyes light up and the relief on your face when you returned. Sarah you make me so so fucking horny babe. Sorry for swearing it’s just when I get like...you know...so eager..I just struggle for words. I mean if we had stopped after the meal I could have happily fucked you but no you teased me even more through a long film where I got to watch you bounce about again in desperation and sit next to you when you held yourself in public and then you go and fucking whisper in my ear that you are bursting for a pee. It’s like you press every one of my buttons a million times over. Then when I need you to help me because I’m dying to piss you find the sexiest, most incredible way to help me piss and then hit fucking bullseye by pissing yourself like that. You are an absolute legend Sarah Henderson and emmm...I’m like a minute from exploding here babe. Shit, Sarah, pre-cum is oozing out me as I speak.’
Sarah moaned as Will’s speech sent shivers right through her. Everything he spoke about had been every bit as arousing for her. It was true that they had edged each other right to this point for hours. Their date more like hours of foreplay in public driving them both to the very edge of a sexual cliff that both had to fall from together incredibly soon as both of them were now hanging on and slipping fast. Sarah’s body was so turned on she found herself moaning and grinding into the driver’s seat as she drove.
As she indicated to pull into her street Will had one hand on the seatbelt clip ready to release and the other pressing over his wet crotch trying valiantly to hold off exploding until he had Sarah. He’d been waiting for this moment all evening.
So had Sarah. |
Chapter 59:
Sarah made great coffee, Will thought. Sure it wasn’t the expensive elaborate ones he made at home but even her instant coffee was made to perfection. Or perhaps he was just feeling utterly satisfied and coffee was the perfect way to end his night? Whatever it was Will had never felt happier.
Sarah rounded up the clothes from the front door, and asked Will if he wanted his boxers washed. He took them off and handed them to her readily as she filled the washing machine and turned it on. If Will was staying at least he would have something clean to wear in the morning even if it was the same clothes he had worn the day before. She took her tea with her to the bedroom and smiled as Will followed. She could easily get used to having company in bed even if it was just for warmth and comfort.
Sarah slept so deeply the first she woke was her bladder bothering her at 8:30am. She sat up and looked over at Will as he lay sleeping still, an overwhelming feeling of affection coming over her that she wasn’t prepared for. She hardly knew this man in her bed, well comparatively speaking, yet she felt so connected, so at one with him. It really felt like her whole life had been building up to meeting him but she couldn’t tell Will this as he may not want, or even care, about hearing that.
As Sarah slipped out of bed quietly and used the toilet she worried, not for the first time, if her growing fondness for Will was something she needed to pull back from or embrace more. They were having so much fun, more than she’d ever had in her life before, but was she ready to go deeper? She really wasn’t sure, though just looking at the fact she had picked up a male shower gel from the supermarket a few days ago ‘just in case Will stays over again’ and the fact she had washed his clothes last night so he had clean clothing this morning told her her mind was already seeing things as longer term. Maybe she should speak to Will about it? She just needed to find the right time.
With Will still in the room she decided to have a quick shower and get dressed, choosing jeans and a plain long sleeved dark grey top that contrasted vividly against her naturally wavy auburn hair. It was only as she pulled her top on that Will finally awake properly.
‘Morning handsome! Fancy a coffee?’
‘Oh my word Sarah you look absolutely stunning. Wow. Yes a coffee would be lovely thanks.’
Will couldn’t believe his eyes as he woke up. It was like having an angel in the room seeing Sarah stand before him in jeans and a top, her gorgeous hair hanging wet against her top. His body responded quickly as he found himself yearning for Sarah the second he woke up.
‘I’ll run down and put the kettle on honey and stick the clothes in the dryer then I’ll dry my hair and get you that coffee. How does that sound?’
‘Amazing, thanks.’
Will couldn’t take his eyes off Sarah’s bottom as it wiggled sexily in her jeans as she left the room. He pulled the duvet aside to see and reach his penis as it sat there long and hard and ready for action. He couldn’t resist stroking and playing a little, longing for Sarah and aware he needed the loo a fair bit too. Playing and stroking was making his mind think back to last night especially Sarah peeing in public through her tights and knickers. That was a moment forever etched in his memory.
Sarah was back in minutes delighted to see Will still in the bed, even more delighted to see his member so perfect and ready. Sarah sat alongside Will as she leaned over to plug the hairdryer in deliberately letting her long wet hair fall all over Will’s erect penis and testicles. Will responded by wrapping her hair around his penis and stroking slightly, enjoying the feeling of wetness and the tingling of the hairs touching his body.
Sarah laughed and smiled as she tipped her head forward between Will’s legs and turned on the hairdryer, blowing warm air over her hair and right between Will’s legs. It certainly wasn’t how she usually dried her hair on a Saturday morning but then she never had the privilege of a naked handsome man in her bed. Will wasn’t complaining as the warm air, wet hair and odd touches from Sarah’s hands were sending waves of pleasure through him. If this was how his Saturday was starting he was sure it would be one to remember.
What happened next was something Will definitely wasn’t expecting though, as Sarah suddenly stopped drying her hair and rummaged in a cupboard coming back with a plastic bag which she put her hand into laughing.
‘Will, have you used the bathroom yet this morning by any chance? I just remembered your phone is downstairs where I found a spare charger and wondered if you needed it to...you know...look at your photograph?’
The mention of the bathroom sent a sudden wave from Will’s bladder.
‘No. And thanks for charging my phone. I do need it actually. I should probably get it right now.’
Just as Will sat more upright about to head downstairs for his phone Sarah pulled some handcuffs from her bag and quickly handcuffed Will’s wrists to the metal headboard of the bed.
‘Will. Let me help you. It’s ok. Trust me. Let me go get that coffee for you and we can talk. I promise to take care of you. You can hold on for a bit for me can’t you? I’ll even bring your phone up if you still want to see that picture?’
Before Will even had time to answer Sarah had handcuffed him securely to the bed where she left him with a full bladder while she went downstairs to make herself some tea and him some coffee. |
Chapter 60:
Downstairs, alone, Sarah wondered for a moment if she was doing the right thing. She hadn’t planned this, a sudden impulsive thought had just come over her and her mind had listened and acted. She couldn’t stop thinking about Will, upstairs naked and handcuffed to the bed with a very full bladder as she put coffee in the mugs and waited for the kettle to boil. She occupied herself by filling the dryer with the wet clothes she had washed the night before, enjoying the sight of Will’s trousers and boxers and remembering all that had happened the night before. She’d never wanted a man more than she wanted Will right now.
Sarah put Will’s mobile in her back jeans pocket and carried the mugs of hot drinks upstairs. She laughed as she saw Will now kneeling on the bed with both hands cuffed to the headboard. She hadn’t thought how he would drink his coffee without the use of his hands and this amused her. For a trained professional she was rather too impulsive for her own good at times.
‘You ok Will?’
‘Yip. All fine here. Well, except for the minor point of me needing a pee and not being able to go, but apart from that minor issue, I’m great thanks.’
Sarah smiled contentedly hearing the fun and jest in Will’s voice. Still she felt she needed to ask as she sat on the edge of the bed beside Will and enjoyed touching his body.
‘You ok about being handcuffed?’
‘Been a dream of mine for years. How did you know? Honestly, my only worry is pissing your bed. I don’t want to do that. But otherwise honey you do what you want. That coffee smells amazing by the way!’
Sarah stroked Will’s full bladder and leaned over to kiss him. She had stuff to do later today but right now she wanted nothing more than to watch as Will became more and more desperate to pee with her having full control over when he got to go.
Will loved the feel of Sarah’s hands on his bladder. She could touch him anywhere she liked at any time as far as he was concerned. Her hair fell over his chest and he could feel the dampness where she hadn’t finished drying it yet. Sarah’s hair mesmerised him; it’s colour, texture, smell and the way it tickled his skin. Sarah knew exactly how to manage him and he was happy to be under her control. The lure of the coffee was getting to him though.
‘Sarah, any chance I could have some of that coffee? I could so go a drink babe’
Sarah had been sipping her drink and touching Will from his feet to his beard all the while forgetting he couldn’t manage his own coffee without her help. She placed her own drink down and picked up Will’s coffee, holding it close to his lips and tipping the mug very slightly.
‘That ok?’
‘Mmmmm. Perfect. A little more please.’
Will loved his morning coffee. Every since his first ever cup aged 16 he had fallen in love with the golden nectar that was known as coffee beans. Of course, usually he had the liberty to wake up, shower and use the bathroom before enjoying it fully. Usually he had his hands free to drink it himself. Usually he wasn’t handcuffed to a beautiful woman’s bed either. He wasn’t complaining though.
Sarah continued to tip the mug slightly more each time until Will’s mug was empty. She was so excited to see how this might affect his bladder shortly. The last time he had pissed was outside the cinema last night, hunched down in front of her car in a car park with Sarah holding his penis. Sarah had long since had her first wee an hour ago now so she could only imagine how desperate Will might be getting soon.
‘So I hadn’t really planned this Will. I mean I just had a sudden crazy thought but you know what, seeing you like this has got me thinking: You know when we first met and you couldn’t pee anywhere except your own apartment and despite being absolutely desperate to go at my office you just couldn’t relax? Well you have came such a long way since then. I’m so proud of you.’
Sarah interrupted her monologue to kiss Will deeply for a minute or two. Will was so turned on and eager and his body responded accordingly. He longed to put his arms around Sarah but used his tongue and body to show that instead. Sarah pulled away slowly and carried on.
‘Remember I encouraged you to take a photograph of your toilet at home? I know that has helped you. You have even found the bathrooms at work after holding your bladder for three years there. Wow, that’s absolutely huge Will. You know that? We’ve talked about your trigger to your trauma and worked through that. I hope you know that I want to support you and help you. I was just thinking the next logical step is working on you trusting others with your bladder. At school you were so badly let down that day. You didn’t trust the teacher to know that you hadn’t actually managed to relax enough to pee so you ended up wetting yourself. You have never asked anyone to use their bathroom since either have you? So I want to help you. You can practice asking me this morning to go. Learn to trust me. I won’t say yes right away honey, but that’s because I need you to try and trust me. Do you think you can do that? Can you trust me to know when you really genuinely can’t wait any longer? After all I don’t want my bed wet do I? This is a test for me too by the way. I need to stay tuned into you, stay observant, be able to read your body. I’m hoping I know you well enough for this so I don’t fail. If anything goes wrong it’s me to blame not you. What do you reckon?
Will found the constant stream of questioning a bit overwhelming really. He was trying to remember the first question he was meant to answer but all he could think about was firstly how much he suddenly needed to pee ,and secondly how sweet and compassionate Sarah was. Part of him could easily start peeing right now as his penis became less and less rigid and more prepared to release urine. Will wanted to please Sarah so badly though and he knew he did need to learn to trust her more. But could she really judge how desperate he was?
‘Mmmm. Sarah, please can I use your bathroom now?’
Sarah laughed. Not mockingly or nastily, but lovingly and sexily.
‘Soon sweetheart. You can hold for longer yet. Let’s keep talking. I’ve been wondering. Did you ever use the toilets in previous jobs?’
Will fidgeted the best he could given the restrictions of his cuffed hands. He did need the toilet pretty badly but Sarah was right, he could hold for a little bit yet. Besides it was nice to actually get time to talk to Sarah alone. He just hoped she would release him soon though as it wasn’t easy to think when his bladder was so full. |
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‘I’ve honestly never peed anywhere else other than in my own toilet since I was ten honey, before we met. Before I worked at software solutions I worked for another software company and they didn’t want to pay office prices so I worked from home. I was working for them when I bought my apartment. I’ve been almost 9 years in that apartment, would you believe. I bought it brand new. I was just 21 when I bought it and I had been working less than a year. I left home at 18 and rented first. Thankfully those where the days when getting a mortgage was much easier. Prior to that I was at open university studying computer science from home and worked part time at weekends. Before you ask I never used the toilets there either. After I left school at ten I was home educated and my parents paid for a tutor. Please could I em...pee now. I really need to babe.’
Sarah was enjoying hearing so much more about Will. He intrigued her on so many levels. Mostly she was enjoying him squirming about naked on the bed as his bladder filled more and more and his need for release continued to increase.
‘You’re ok just now Will. You’ll get to go soon. So you must have been desperate to pee loads since you only ever went at your parents or your own apartment. You know I think that shows absolutely amazing control. To be able to drink and go about your day and be absolutely unable to use a toilet away from home even when you really wanted to. You said before you never had any accidents either. That’s heroic honey. But tell me, you must have had some really close calls? I mean even since we’ve met you’ve been very very close to losing it but it only happened once. I’m in awe of that. Tell me about some other times then I can let you go.’
The absolute last thing Will wanted to talk about was anything bathroom related. His bladder was hard and full, his penis twitching, his legs bouncing.
Will grimaced and bounced on his knees longing for release. His last piss felt like an eternity ago. He was secretly enjoying himself and horny as anything but his body refused to show it as all he could do was squirm like crazy to avoid leaking on Sarah’s bed.
‘Oh. Can I piss first babe? I’m bursting to go here. I promise to tell you about them after I use the toilet. Can I?’
Sarah rubbed her hand over Will’s distended bladder and squeezed his penis closed.
‘Does that help babe?’
‘Mmmm. But I still need to go so bad.’
‘You’re ok Will. You hold all day at work. All day! That’s over 8 hours. You held all day with your tutor at home as a teenager and if you go out. Remember the day you held all day at work then came to me for counselling and you still didn’t wet yourself? You’re fine Will, honestly. So how about you tell me about a time you really had to go and I’ll help you hold? Deal?’
‘Mmmmm. Ok. Maybe get a towel though?’
‘You’re not that desperate babe. Honestly I can tell. If I think you need one I’ll get one. Now if you really want to use my bathroom then I suggest you tell me that story.’
Sarah had never been forceful with anyone. Truthfully if Will hadn’t been smiling and winking at her she would probably have released him ages ago. She could not deny though that seeing him like this and hearing him beg for the bathroom was one of the hottest things she had ever seen. The hormones flowing through her were making her hot so she slipped her dark grey top off to reveal a sexy pink lacy bra. Will’s eyes almost popped out of his head.
‘Mmmmm’
‘So was it in your current job? Or on your weekend job? Or before that when you had the tutor at home? Your call Will.’
‘You’re making it hard to think honey. Besides I really really need the loo. Ok. How about this time. I was about 11 or 12 and out of school. At first when I refused to go back there was loads of people pressuring my mum. She then turned that onto me. Then my dad would lecture me and so on, but I stood my ground. I couldn’t ever face that school again. I knew I would get bullied and I think deep down my parents did too. I think they must have found out what happened eventually but after my mum trying to teach me, which was a disaster, because my mum can’t ever cope without her career, she at least told me one day that I had saved her hundreds on child minder fees. God Sarah, can I pee yet?’
‘Nope. Keep going.’
Sarah undid her bra and caressed her nipples between her fingers, licking her fingers and rubbing her nipples until they enlarged and grew right in front of Will.
‘Ohhhhh. Ahhhhhh. Oft I really have to piss bad babe. Yeah where was I? So yeah I wasn’t your typical pre-teen or anything. I wanted to learn and signed myself up for online stuff. Once they saw I was serious my dad paid for a tutor. Oh man I can’t get comfortable. Anyway the tutor came for six hours a day. I refused to piss if anyone was in the house other than my parents. Oh I was so glad they were not social people. Sarah, can I go? I’m really desperate.’
Sarah could see Will was squirming badly and struggling to concentrate. His coffee would easily have made its way to his bladder now so she kissed Will on the lips and leaned behind the headboard with the key ready to open it.
Then she stood on the bed, her bottom in Will’s face as she pulled off her jeans and tossed them on the floor and returned to sitting on the bed close to Will, now with just pink lace knickers and her socks on and having not undone the handcuffs at all! |
Chapter 63:
With the mugs of urine safely on the bedside unit Sarah kissed Will intensely with him still padlocked to the bed. She only broke away when she heard her phone ring and she leaned over to see it was her mum’s nursing home.
‘Sorry Will I need to take this.’
Sarah clicked ‘answer’ and put the phone to her ear whilst simultaneously unlocking the padlocks on Wills’s wrists. Will could see Sarah was busy so despite being very aroused he headed for a shower hoping his clothes from yesterday would finally be dry by the time he came out.
Will so longed to play with himself in the shower. He could easily bring himself off after all that had just happened but whatever Sarah was now talking about, or whoever to, had clearly changed the atmosphere and even Will realised that it was time to get on with the day and think about heading home. Suddenly his stress levels increased as he caught sight of the bathroom clock and saw that it was almost 11:30am and he hadn’t even had breakfast or even started his Saturday list of chores he did every Saturday religiously. Will’s nerves were so high he never even noticed that Sarah had bought male shower gel for him. He washed and dried quickly and ran downstairs and fetched his clothes from the dryer, putting them on still warm.
Sarah always hated hearing from the home. She was an only child and her dad had left when she was a teenager leaving her alone with her older mum. It had broken her to have to admit defeat when a social worker suggested a nursing home for her mum only two years ago but Sarah knew it was this very decision that had enabled her to sustain her own business. She was still recovering financially from years of caring for her mum. Her extreme happiness and fun from moments ago was now replaced by tears as the home expressed growing concerns about her mum’s alertness and awareness as she had once again called her regular carer by Sarah’s name rather than Patsy. The last thing Sarah wanted was for Will to know any of this so she hoped to take him home as soon as possible before heading immediately to her mum’s nursing home.
Will found himself downstairs alone, anxious, worried about Sarah, but suddenly feeling very helpless and vulnerable. His own phone was upstairs and he didn’t want to disturb Sarah to get it and call a taxi and he didn’t feel it right to leave without at least saying goodbye to Sarah. He decided the best thing he could do was make her a mug of tea. He filled the kettle and turned it on just as Sarah came into the kitchen, dressed but having clearly been crying.
‘Hi, Sorry hope you don’t mind. I put the kettle on to make you some tea. I thought you might want one?’
Sarah pulled a tissue from a small box that sat on a ledge near the windowsill and wiped her face.
‘Yes thanks. I should really eat soon too as I’m afraid I need to drop you home soon as I need to go out.’
‘Sarah I can call a taxi. Honestly. I’ll just go get my phone now.’
Will bounded up the stairs two at a time and came back with his phone in seconds.
‘I’ll just google a number then I’ll get away.’
Sarah ran over and took the phone out of Will’s hand and cuddled in as she sobbed.
‘Please don’t go yet Will.’
‘Oh. Of course if you don’t want me to. Let’s make that tea. It always helped my mum when she was sick...’
Will had no idea what he had said but he immediately wished he could take it back. He hated how he couldn’t read people sometimes. He’d stick to making the tea. He could surely get that right?
Over a mug of tea, and coffee for Will, Sarah told Will how her mother was in a nursing home and how she needed to go see her as she was slowly losing her memory and staff were concerned. She just needed to get a quick lunch then she would drop Will at his and head to the home.
Will felt so uncomfortable seeing Sarah upset. She was always the confident, bold one against his extreme anxiety but the tables were turned and Will paused and thought before coming up with a ‘let me fix this’ plan, as he always did at work.
‘Sarah I don’t like you sad. I’m worried. Can I take you for a quick lunch, say McDonald’s, and then be with you when you see your mum? That’s if you want me to? I could wait in the car if you prefer? I just want to help.’
Sarah knew how hard this was for Will. She thought about his chore list he had for Saturdays and how last weekend he proudly showed her it. She knew giving up his precious routine and even suggesting going somewhere new was huge for him. She knew how much he would find McDonald’s on a weekend lunch time incredibly difficult, yet here he was suggesting all these things just to try and make her happy again. Sarah finished her tea and kissed Will on the cheek.
‘Thank you. I would really like that. A lot.’
Will gathered his stuff together and waited for Sarah as she quickly grabbed her phone, hand bag and coat. As they sat in the car and belted up Sarah thoughtfully suggested the drive through and Will noticeably relaxed.
Less than ten minutes later they were in the queue where the both ordered a large meal and Sarah added on two bottles of water, telling Will as they sat in the car park eating that the home was always much warmer than an average house and they would need water to stay hydrated. Between a mouthful of fries Will asked quietly,
‘So do you want me to come in?’
‘I was thinking if you feel up to it yes?’
‘I think I can do this.’
As she finished the last of her large sprite Sarah simply replied.
‘Thank you.’ |
Chapter 64:
Sarah gathered the rubbish from their meal and hopped out the car to dispose of it, remembering vividly how she had done the exact same thing a week ago and how she had then had a very delightful time at Will’s apartment which had started by them both being desperate to pee and peeing simultaneously in Will’s toilet with Sarah on the toilet with her legs open and Will peeing between her legs. The memory made her so happy she wished they were about to repeat that rather than visit her mum. She wasn’t desperate or anything but it did occur to her that she should probably use the ladies at the nursing home when she arrived.
Sarah climbed back into the car and started the engine, turning on the radio for company routinely despite actually having company for once. Will didn’t seem to object as Sarah noticed him slightly dosing as she drove the ten miles to her mum’s home on duel carriageways, through roundabouts and through high streets full of Saturday shoppers. This wasn’t how Sarah had planned her Saturday, though she did always try and visit mum at least once on the weekend. She soon pulled into the familiar gate, with the flower and sunshine logo outside and parked in a visitor space. Will seemed quiet so Sarah smiled at him and reached out to touch his hand.
‘Do you still want to come in? I’d love you to meet my mum. She might call you ten different names though and ask the same question lots. Are you ok with that?’
Will smiled, thinking that it wasn’t long ago he himself could have done similar due to his level of anxiety and difficulties processing social conversations. He still struggled to remember people’s names even now.
Will wasn’t sure if he was physically tired or nervous so he was delighted to have the chance to zone out for a bit while Sarah put the radio on. It was strange not hearing the sat nav voice as the car moved as regardless where he went he always liked his sat nav on. The voice was so reassuring to him. His mind drifted to all the shared experiences he had so far had with Sarah and he not only felt a stirring in his trousers but his heart was racing with fondness for Sarah too. This seemed right somehow. When he was with Sarah everything was alright.
Now Sarah was asking him if he wanted to come in. He wanted to be with Sarah and he wanted to make sure she was ok so that was easy.
‘Yes. I want to be with you. Let’s do this together.’
Sarah held Will’s hand as they walked to the front door and buzzed for entry. As was common at certain times of day it took a while before anyone answered. The cold air sent a chill through Sarah and she found herself shifting from one leg to another.
‘I’d better pop to the loo when I get in Will before we see mum. I’ll just be a minute.’
Finally the buzzer was answered by a harassed and overworked member of staff who issued them both with visitor passes and signed them in.
‘Welcome to Wilson Home for the elderly. Who are you here to see please?’
‘I’m Sarah Henderson, daughter to Barbara Henderson. This is my....friend, Will Highland. Thanks’
‘Oh of course. Apologies. It’s been a long shift and we are short staffed...again. I’ll take you to Barbara now.
Before Sarah could even find or use the ladies they wee both walking briskly behind Lydia who took them to a conservatory area where Sarah’s mum was sitting watching TV with a carer. The carer saw them coming and stood to greet them.
‘Oh Sarah, so good of you to come. I’m Patsy, your mum’s named carer and it was myself who asked them to call you. Sorry to disturb your weekend but I thought you should know how your mum is doing. She’s happy in herself, don’t worry about that, but she’s definitely not as alert as before and her memory is drifting. All last week she read my name and called me Patsy but yesterday and today she just keeps calling me Sarah. I thought maybe she just needed to see you? I’ll leave you here for a while and I’ll go change her bedsheets and freshen up her room. I’ll pop back with some tea soon.’
Will looked on the frail but well dressed and groomed lady before him and he immediately relaxed. Will wasn’t a people person at all but there was something about the innocence, frailty and smile on Barbara that made him feel at ease right away. He could see so much of Sarah in her mum and while Sarah and her mum’s carer spoke he sat beside the old lady and held her hand on his leg. No words, no introductions even, Will totally unsure what he should even say, so he just touched the lady gently and immediately connected. He looked up to see Sarah was moving around a bit and he suddenly recalled the fact she hadn’t used the ladies yet.
She’d probably go soon.
Patsy left and Sarah sat the other side of her mum having first kissed her cheek and said good afternoon.
‘Mum, this is my friend Will. I hope you don’t mind him coming to see you. How are you doing?’
‘I’m watching something Pam. Can you not see that? Are we having dinner tonight or not, or I have to cook it myself again?’
Will wanted to laugh but instead sadness enveloped him. Sarah was welling up and she looked so lonely, down and rejected hearing her mum call her by another name. She sat crossed legged, her head down, her eyes looking at the carpet and Will just wanted to hold her and make everything better. He couldn’t help trying to fix things. He spoke quietly and gently.
‘Barbara, look again. Come here. Feel the hair, look at the sparking auburn colour. Listen to the tender voice. Feel her cheek. It’s Sarah ,your daughter.’
Will guided Barbara’s bent fingers through Sarah’s hair and onto her cheek and slowly turned her face to face her daughter.
‘Sarah? Sarah! Oh Sarah you’re here sweetheart. Let me hug you.’
Sarah moved towards her mum throwing her arms around her with tears running freely down her face.
Will had a way of fixing things. She didn’t know how but she knew she needed him. She could use a loo but right now her mum had just remembered who she was and she wasn’t going to leave her for such a trivial thing when she’d longed for this moment for so long. She’d just go later, maybe on the way out perhaps. Not now. Now she just wanted to be with her mum. |
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Sarah hugged her mum tightly, never wanting to let go. She looked over at Will who was casually watching TV as if nothing special had just happened. Finally she caught his eye as she slowly let go of her mum as she smiled and winked at Will through her wet eyes. Will reached out and wiped Sarah’s tears from her cheek before nonchalantly commenting that some random person from Brighton was on the verge of winning thousands on the TV quiz.
‘I’ve never watched this before Barbara. So does that man just need to answer one more question to win? Hey I wish I could earn that much for just answering some general knowledge. This is more exciting that I thought it would be!’
Sarah laughed openly. For a man who couldn’t even speak when she first met him he couldn’t be more different now. Sarah loved how he could soften even the most tense situation by saying something so interesting. He was so genuine and so innocent and his naturalness was so appealing.
Laughing wasn’t the best idea though as suddenly she felt like she had to find the bathroom more urgently. It just didn’t feel right to leave though so she quickly crossed her legs tight and used her arms to pull her knees in towards her while swinging her top leg. For a moment the three of them watched to see if the jackpot would be won as the programme spun the whole affair out as long as possible. Sarah sat upright in her seat feeling every bit as tense as she thought the contestant would be. Since laughing just a minute ago her need to pee had became much more acute and unfortunately it didn’t seem to be subsiding at all. Sarah couldn’t help but wriggle to try and get more comfortable, thankful that both Will and her mum were more interested in the TV than her.
Before the show had concluded Patsy returned, as promised, with a tray with mugs, tea pots, milk and sugar and a few biscuits.
‘Hi, Sorry I took so long. We’re a little short staffed today and I got a call to help a colleague. Help yourself, though your mum is scheduled to have dinner in 25 minutes so I haven’t put many biscuits out. Thanks again for coming. If you need anything else just ask.’
Sarah was just about to ask if there was a ladies she could use when Patsy rushed off. She didn’t feel it was acceptable to chase her so she would wait for her to come back for the tray and ask her then. She looked over to see her mum and Will holding hands both engrossed still with the screen in front of them. It was so surreal to see her mum and Will together, her mum having been a significant part of her life for four decades whilst Will had only been in her life just over a week. She hadn’t expected Will to talk, or her mum to recognise her, or...well any of it. It was so unexpected. She almost felt guilty to interrupt them.
‘Mum, do you want a cuppa?’
‘Yes Patsy. The usual. Thanks’
Will immediately turned to Barbara.
‘Do you want to touch the hair again Barbara? Besides, you think I came with Patsy? I mean she’s nice and all that but not a patch on your daughter, Sarah, now.’
Will leaned over and whispered to Barbara, gently and casually.
‘It’s Sarah lovely. Sarah, your daughter. with the beautiful hair, gorgeous eyes and sweetest voice. Patsy is away to cook dinner. Remember.’
‘I said Sarah, didn’t I? It’s that TV. You just heard me wrong.’
Sarah smiled at Will. She had to give him points for trying but twice in one day to hear her mum call her by her name was stretching things, even for superhero Will.
Sarah stood up to reach the teapots to pour her mum a drink. It didn’t matter if her mum forgot what she took in it as Sarah knew regardless. Leaning down to the coffee table Sarah found herself doing a sort of courtesy as her bladder reminded her of a need to be emptied. Pouring water was the last thing she wanted to do as she had to move to get more control.
‘You ok Sarah? I’m not a huge fan of tea normally but it’s so warm in here, as you said it would be, so if there’s enough could I have a cup? You should have one too Sarah as you could end up getting a headache in this warmth.’
Sarah was warm, and thirsty, but she mostly wished she knew where the toilet was and that she felt able to excuse herself. She’d definitely need to ask as soon as she saw a staff member. She could feel her need increasing fast.
Still she poured three teas out before answering Will quietly.
‘I’m ok. Well sort of. It’s just...I’ll be fine.’
Will knew what was wrong, how could he not, but it wasn’t his place to say. Besides, he could hardly help Sarah when he had never set foot in the building before nor did he know any of the staff. Besides, if Sarah wasn’t willing to say she was busting for the toilet he could hardly ask on her behalf. He watched with interest as he added a little milk to his mug and stirred his tea. He handed the milk to Sarah who added a little to her own mug and some to her mums before stirring in a spoon of sugar for her mum.
Sarah lifted the mug and handed it to her mum, though Will took it first and sat it back down on the edge of the table.
‘I’m not sure she can hold it? Does she manage usually? It’s not easy to hold liquid for long is it? I think I should help, don’t you?’
Will was well aware of the double meaning to his words every bit as Sarah was. He was trying to help her admit her need, party to help her, and party because hearing her say it turned him on so much. It seemed a bit out of character for Sarah to be so evasive about needing to pee since they both shared such a passion for omorashi but Will could sense being with her mum seemed to change Sarah and make her embarrassed about admitting a basic need. He couldn’t help but wonder if there was a reason behind it or if it was just Sarah wanting to treasure what precious time she had with her mum. |
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Will far preferred coffee to tea but, just as Sarah had said earlier, the home was way too hot and any liquid was welcome right now. He sipped at his cup and lifted Barbara’s to help her as he noticed, despite her already full bladder, that Sarah was sipping hers too. Will’s mind was taking him to places he ought not to go to but he honestly couldn’t help himself. Seeing Sarah restless, squirming but trying to hide her need was such a huge turn on. He crossed his legs to hide his growing erection.
The quiz had ended on the TV and Barbara seemed much less interested in the current affairs programme now on. Will helped her sip some more tea as he tried getting to know her more, partly because he felt that’s what was expected and partly because he did actually like her, which surprised him greatly as Will wasn’t a people lover in any way. He reckoned the fact she had similar looks and mannerisms to her daughter plus the fact she held no power or agenda like others helped her break the rules. Will was so uncomfortable trying to start a conversation but he tried his best. Sarah seemed so fixated with her own troubles, both physically and emotionally that she was struggling.
‘So Barbara, what’s it like here? Is the food good?’
‘Oh it’s nice here. You should get a room...what was your name again? The room service is good and the bed nice. The bar is a bit rubbish though but the entertainment is fair. It’s popular too. There’s a big guest list you know.’
Once again Will wanted to laugh, this time though he actually did.
Sarah looked at him sadly and suddenly Will felt he had somehow let her down badly. He hated that feeling and he just wasn’t sure what he had done. Barbara was funny, and while it was obvious her memory was fading, she was spirited and smart and she’d obviously been to many a bar in her youth.
Sarah was torn. Whilst she loved seeing her mum, and she was so happy Will seemed relaxed around her mum too, she also needed away now as seeing and hearing her mum was tearing her heart in two. She felt so uncomfortable and anxious, not helped one bit by the fact she had an over full bladder and longed to find a bathroom. She hoped the residents would be eating soon so she could nip to a loo and drop Will home. She needed a good cry and time to be alone and think. First she needed to wee though. She looked around longing to catch the attention of a staff member and her heart beat faster as she saw Patsy heading over looking bright and cheerful. It must be time for dinner and therefore she could pee and get out of here.
Will was busy sipping his tea and thinking over what Barbara had just said when suddenly Patsy was almost beside them, clearly animated and excited.
‘Oh Sarah, thank goodness you are still here. Peter and Mandy have just come in. They don’t always come at this time on a Saturday but, anyway, they have today and I’m just so glad they did. I told them you were here and they said they would love to talk with you, if you want to of course? They can say much more than I could on the phone, being the owners and all that. Oh I’m so glad you can talk to them. You can stay ten minutes to meet them can’t you? They told me just to take you to their office right away.’ She paused and looked over at Will and Barbara.
‘Now Barbara you know Sarah and Will need to go now. Sarah will be back next weekend, remember? And I’m here to take you to dinner now. It’s roast beef tonight. You love that.’
‘Oh do I? Is Alex here yet. I’ll keep him a seat anyway.’
Will watched as Sarah’s eyes filled and a tear rolled silently down her cheek. As Patsy walked over to get Barbara Will took Sarah’s arm in his as she stood up, awkward and upset.
‘Sarah’, he said quietly, ‘do you want me to come in or I can wait in the car? I would rather be with you but it’s your call.’
Sarah drew herself close to Will allowing his arms to surround her. She wanted to cry but she hated feeling fragile and weak. Will wanted to make everything better. He couldn’t cure Sarah’s mum but maybe he could at least sort something else for her.
He bend down slightly to whisper in her ear.
‘Do you want me to ask where the loo is babe? You’ve been holding ages and you look absolutely bursting sweetie.’
Hidden in Will’s arms Sarah was still squirming, dancing and even holding herself with her back to everyone. As much as Will was hard as a brick and horny he knew Sarah needed all her concentration on this meeting. He could soon replay this in his head, as he knew he already would, and sort his own need out later.
Patsy had now hooked Barbara’s arm in hers as she guided her along the corridor and beckoned for them to follow.
‘Yes to both Will. Thank you,’ was all Sarah could muster through pent up tears.
‘Patsy, would it be at all possible to use the bathrooms before we see the owners at all? Thanks.’
Will was amazed at his own courage but he knew Sarah needed him.
‘Oh, that’s not as easy as it should be Will. It’s just we make sure to take all the residents right before every meal. It’s our policy to try and prevent...you know...but Peter and Mandy won’t be long and by the time you come out the clients will all be eating. Any other time it would have been no problem. Sorry about that.’
Will looked over at Sarah who was even more tearful now. Will felt so helpless and sorry for her but he really didn’t know what else he could do. |
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