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Chapter 67:
Will and Sarah entered the owner’s office hand in hand, both anxious and emotional, and sat down on two separate upright cushioned chairs opposite a large and cluttered desk. The room had a cold air about it, painted in neutral colours and Will sensed it was a room that held sad news often. As if to confirm his thoughts his eyes were drawn to a box of man size open tissues near the centre of the large table. They sat on top of piles of papers surrounding a closed laptop and several discarded mugs. The room was small, musty and tucked away.
With just Will and Sarah in the room Sarah whispered.
‘I hope this is quick. I’m worried Will.’
Will lifted his hand and laid it gently on top of Sarah’s. He struggled to find the words, suddenly feeling dry and his heart beating fast. Before he could say anything though two people, who Will presumed to be Mandy and Peter, walked confidently in. Peter was tall, solemn looking and appeared fit. He was dressed in full business gear of suit, shirt and tie and shook Sarah and Will’s hands firmly. Beside him Mandy looked much smaller, more rounded and bubbly and her dress was much warmer, more approachable but none the less professional. She had on a calf length flowery dress with a suit jacket to match and she smiled warmly at both Will and Sarah as she shook their hands much more affectionately.
The owners sat down divided by the large table and Peter was the first to speak. His deep strong voice matched his demeanour exactly.
‘Good afternoon. It’s great to see you again Sarah, and to meet you...’
The silence lasted longer than was comfortable as Will had no idea what was expected. Sarah finally rescued him...
‘Will. This is my boyfriend Will.’
‘Great to see you Will. I hope my staff here have made you welcome? Sarah, I was going to phone you again. I know we chatted just over a week ago now but I was very aware you were working and our time was limited. You probably saw for yourself today how your mum is doing. Physically, at least, she appears well.’
Sarah shifted about in her seat uncomfortably. Will noticed Mandy seemed rather uncomfortable too. He assumed she was finding the whole situation, like he was, so difficult. She had her legs tightly crossed and she was looking at the door as if willing it all to be over.
‘She’s eating and drinking well, not unwell, and sleeping fine. She’s such a lovely woman Sarah and we are so delighted to have her here.’
Will noticed Sarah was bouncing her knee and biting her lip. He imagined how much she must be dying to use the bathroom now as she looked so full and ready to burst. He hoped, for Sarah’s sake, this would be over soon.
‘But as you are aware we have been having growing concerns about your mum’s memory. It started with her walking into the wrong rooms, then forgetting to brush her hair and it’s moved quickly on to her forgetting names, places, and even questions just asked. My staff have been noting everything down and last week I called her GP to see if she could be seen. Dr Waymouth saw her yesterday afternoon and unfortunately the news isn’t good.’
Peter paused as the silence in the room was only interrupted by Sarah fidgeting and Mandy tapping her foot.
‘Sarah, I’m really sorry to tell you that your mum has dementia. Rest assured we will continue to do everything to look after her. She can remain here and my staff are thoroughly trained to cope. At this point we can’t say how fast or slow things will progress but we are keeping records and the GP has said he will call back in a fortnight and see how things are again. Do you have any questions?’
Sarah knew this was coming but still she felt like she had just been punched in the stomach by a cannon ball. Her stomach ached, her bladder ached and her head felt like it was about to explode. She instinctively pulled her legs up and wrapped her arms around them as she rocked both from hearing the news and from absolutely desperation to release her bladder.
Will wasn’t sure if he was about to say the worst thing ever or if Sarah even wanted what he did but he suddenly felt like he was suffocating. With his head beating so fast he felt dizzy, but he broke the silence to quietly whisper to Sarah.
‘Sarah, do you want some fresh air?’
Will knew Sarah needed time to process what she had just been told but he also knew she was ready to explode from a full bladder and if they ‘went for air’ he could maybe at least help her find a bathroom. He couldn’t cure her mum but maybe he could save his girlfriend from an accident she would forever struggle with.
Mandy stood up and moved towards Sarah, resting her arm on her shoulder, rubbing it gently.
‘Peter and I will give you some space. You will need to excuse me a minute anyway as unfortunately I really must visit the ladies quite urgently and I will pick up some leaflets for you on my way back. If you have any questions we’ll be right back.’
Will gulped and hoped he wasn’t embarrassing Sarah at all but he was so worried about her and she looked like she was about to wet herself any second as she rocked and squirmed in the seat with tears in her eyes.
‘Actually, Mandy, would you mind showing Sarah where the ladies are? The poor girl has been bursting since we arrived an hour ago and honestly I think she’s close to having an accident here.’
As if suddenly being given permission to show her need openly Sarah suddenly threw both hands between her legs and continued to rock, her legs stiffened and shaking as if she was masterbating.
‘I’m so sorry’ she sobbed.
Mandy grabbed Sarah by the arm and pulled her to standing.
‘Come on Sarah. Let’s get you some relief. I have to piss like you wouldn’t believe too. Quick!’
Mandy pulled Sarah out the room with Peter close behind leaving Will alone in the office, with nothing but his own raging hard on for company. |
Chapter 68:
Sarah was so glad to be out of that room. She longed to be out of the nursing home completely but right now that couldn’t happen until she was able to use a toilet. She had serious doubts she would even make it to the car park dry right now let alone her car! Mandy was pulling her by the arm along a wide corridor, around a corner and down some stairs, the whole time Sarah was aware that any second the dam would break and she would be swimming in urine.
Finally Mandy stopped, pushed open a door and lead Sarah in. Sarah hoped with all her heart it was a ladies with more than one stall. Instead they entered a small staff room with padded seats in a square, a coffee table in the centre and kitchen units against one wall. Sarah had seconds to see it before being pushed through another door that finally seemed to be a bathroom. Inside she was faced with two doors, one with the traditional ladies image on the other with the gents sign. Mandy was already rushing into the ladies loo and Sarah pushed open the gents, no longer caring what anyone thought as she could feel herself about to burst open. Her bladder hurt, her lower back hurt and her head was pounding. As Sarah pulled her clothes down she sat on the cold plastic toilet seat and cried as her body slowly allowed itself to relax. Allowing her body to release its waste fluid seemed to give it permission to release the stress, upset and pressure Sarah also felt in her heart. As warm light yellow liquid poured violently from Sarah’s bladder her tears streamed silently down her face, dripping onto her top. While still peeing hard Sarah pulled a little piece of toilet roll away to wipe her face as she looked down and noticed that her clothing wasn’t as dry as she had hoped.
Today had started so lovely by handcuffing a desperate Will to her bed but now the day was fast going downhill, and Sarah couldn’t help but wonder if this was all some sort of karma for preventing Will from peeing that morning.
Will’s heart was beating so fast he could hear it thumping loudly in the otherwise silence of the room. From the first Sarah had voiced her need to pee over an hour previously as they buzzed to get into the home, to her subtle knee bouncing as they had tea with her mum, to her cute courtesy pee dance as she poured her mum and Will more tea, to her frantic open holding and bouncing in the office minutes before, Will was struggling to prevent his own explosion from his very erect and swollen penis. He was so on edge but so in danger of being caught, verging on having wet underwear which he imagined may also be the case from his awesome girlfriend. Oh how he wanted to be watching her pee, touching her underwear and smelling the scent of pee dribbles that had escaped. Will closed his eyes and felt his huge member twitch with utter desire. He was close, so close, to exploding without so much as even stroking once. The fact he could be walked in on at any moment only heightening the sexual tension within him. It was risky, very risky, but Will was physically shaking with the need for sexual release.
Will walked over behind the large desk and over towards the window, facing the wall to disguise the huge bulge in his tan trousers. He allowed his mind to wander to his date the night before and how Sarah had peed outside in front of her own car through her tights and underwear. He thought about her hour of holding he had just witnessed and wondered if she had maybe wet herself on accident again. His penis twitched so much as Will turned and walked over to the large office chair that Peter had just been sitting on. He grabbed the back of the chair to steady himself as he thrust against the back of the fabric on the chair feeling the friction against his dick through his trousers. Will closed his eyes and pictured Sarah peeing a long hard stream through her underwear, as he remembered the taste, smell and touch from the last time she did something like that and gave him her wet pants to keep. Will rubbed against the chair a little more as,his eyes still closed, he recalled wrapping the same wet pants around his own erect penis while Sarah watched. With one last thrust Will found himself feeling a huge release into his underwear relishing the warmth and stickiness around the tip of his swollen penis and down the shaft. Will leaned forward and grabbed a tissue from the box, bend down on his knees as if tying his shoe laces, now hidden behind the desk, while he unzipped his trousers rubbing his wet and sticky cotton boxers around his long erection before risking pulling his penis out and drying it as best he could with the tissue.
Will heard footsteps so he threw the tissue away in the bin, pushed his member away and fastened up quickly, his heart racing and sweat sticking to the back of his shirt. He briefly saw a wet circle on his trousers, around the size of a one pound coin and he tried to pull his sleeveless pullover down to hide it. Will raced back to look out the window, as casually as he could, as the door to the room opened and Peter walked back in.
‘Are the ladies not back yet? Honestly I can not apologise enough for my wife. She’s so embarrassing excusing herself like that. If I’ve told her once I have told her hundreds of times that she really must learn to control herself. Us men are much better at controlling our bodies aren’t we? I can’t imagine a man getting himself in a position where he needed relief that urgently. Goodness me no!
Your poor girlfriend mate. I was just away to check on Barbara there so I could leave Sarah knowing her mum is at least well and being looked after. I can assure you my staff are well trained and caring you know. This is more than just a business to me.
I’ll just go get those leaflets shall I? Honestly Mandy was meant to get them. Huh.’
As Peter left the room again, Will let out the breathe he had subconsciously been holding since the door had opened. Will needed a drink, a strong coffee preferably.
Will took deep breaths and sat down where he had been previously, his head down and resting on his arms as he felt a sudden urge to pee.
It was time to get out of here. What was holding Sarah up? |
Chapter 69:
Finally finishing her long pee Sarah pulled her wet knickers up followed by her jeans. The wetness of her pants against her vaginal lips made her feel so sexually aroused and her jeans felt much more comfortable now her bladder had deflated. It wasn’t until Sarah fastened her jeans that she realised just how wet her crotch really was. Embarrassed and horrified she pulled her grey top down as far as she could in a vain attempt to hide it. She turned and flushed the toilet and tentatively opened the door to the sink. Mandy was busy washing her hands and Sarah hoped she wasn’t about to start talking. The only thing Sarah wanted right now was to get back to Will and get home.
‘Sorry for going in first there. It was an...emmm.....emergency. I’d been with Peter for hours and there just wasn’t anywhere to go. I would have went before the meeting but...well nevermind. At least I made it. I hope you did too?’
Mandy wasn’t actually looking at Sarah while she spoke, other than indirectly via the mirror above the sink. That meant at the most she could see Sarah’s face and chest but nothing lower. Even though Sarah knew that she still rested her hands in front of her crotch to hide where she had wet. With her head bowed she whispered.
‘Not quite.’
Wendy turned around to see Sarah as her eyes scanned her from the top of her bright auburn hair to the bottom of her feet, pausing as she saw Sarahs hands attempting to cover the crotch of her jeans.
‘Oh. Sorry. I’m really sorry. It’s happened to me so often. Are you ok?’
‘Yeah. I’m just heading home now. Thanks.’
Mandy stepped aside to let Sarah access the sink while she dried her hands on a paper towel. Sarah didn’t want to talk about it but Mandy had other ideas. Sarah turned on the tap and pressed soap on her hands.
‘Sarah, can I ask you something?’
‘Yeah. I guess so.’
‘Will you tell Will what happened?’
Sarah turned and looked at Wendy, the joint owner of her mums nursing home, for all intensive purposes a stranger to her, yet asking what Sarah felt was very personal question. She hadn’t expected that question, nor did she feel in any way like answering it.
Sarah remained silent though she could feel her neck turning red. She busied herself washing and drying her hands and then pulled the door open to guide Wendy out, still having not answered Wendy.
‘Sorry, that was a bit nosy of me. It’s just well...Peter...’
Wendy didn’t bother saying more. With the door to the corridor open she couldn’t risk it. Sarah had too much on her mind to have room to worry what on earth Wendy was talking about. She just wanted to return to Will and get herself out of here urgently. Wendy seemed anxious but not a patch on how Sarah felt, as she walked back to the managers office as quickly as she could.
The ladies hadn’t gone far when they heard Peter chatting to a member of his staff and a client, laughing and joking freely. Sarah felt it a little odd given how recently he had just delivered somber news to her, but maybe she was just feeling a little over sensitive and emotionally fragile. Despite the ladies walking quickly and quietly Peter noticed them and walked briskly over to them. Sarah felt vulnerable, mortified, and worried. She pulled at her top to stretch it as far as she could and stood crossed legged with her hands over her thighs.
‘Oh there you are ladies! You took your time. Everything alright? Sarah I really am sorry about your mum. Don’t hesitate to call me anytime if you want to talk about it. My door is always open for you.’
Sarah felt even more uncomfortable than ever. Peter just seemed to change like the wind. Just seconds ago he was laughing loudly and now being sympathetic and friendly, almost too friendly?
Will’s face was hot and red. He was angry at what he had done and suddenly panicking that the room may have cameras. He’d allowed himself to get carried away somewhere he absolutely shouldn’t have. He needed out of there and fast. He thought he heard Peter’s voice nearby so he grabbed Sarah’s handbag and pushed the office door open. He could see Wendy and Sarah along the corridor facing him, blocked in front by Peter who was leaning with one hand on the wall preventing the girls from passing. Will felt even more uncomfortable. Social situations were often a huge confusion to him but an uneasiness swept over him as he walked towards the three adults, the ladies aware of his approach but Peter oblivious.
‘Sarah you look a little awkward? Are you ok? Oh don’t tell me you never made it? You know we’ve plenty clients here with those sort of troubles so if you ever need, you know, some protection, just say. In a place like this we have cupboards full of them. I could show you were it is if you want me to?’
Peter had switched back to grinning and smiling and winked at Sarah as he spoke.
Wendy quickly hooked her arm in Sarah’s as she looked to Will.
‘Oh Will! Sorry we took so long. I had to take Sarah to a set of loos further away as the clients were in the nearby ones. Then we got chatting. I’m sure you two will be keen to be getting away now.’
At the mention of Will Peter changed again, immediately standing straight and turning around to face him.
Sarah let her arm escape from Wendy as she made a beeline for Will. Will grabbed his girlfriend’s hand tight as he turned to walk to the front door as briskly as he could. He wanted out. Oh he really needed the bathroom but going now was not even a consideration. Even Will could work that one out.
Wendy caught up with them to remove Sarah’ visitors lanyard as Will grabbed his own and almost threw it at Wendy, who used her own lanyard to unlock the door just as Peter drew closer to shake both their hands.
Peter held out his hand but neither Sarah nor Will responded. They were out the door and heading for Sarah’s car before the door even closed behind them. |
Chapter 70:
Sarah pressed the automatic central locking on her car as soon as her car was in sight and Will and herself were inside pulling their seat belts on in seconds. Sarah was about to start the car when something stopped her.
‘Will, listen. Isn’t that Peter’s voice?’
From a nearby window, the very one Will had been looking out of not ten minutes before, they could hear raised voices. It was definitely and unmistakable Peter and what sounded like Mandy too. Will just wanted to head right away, party due to his anxiety but mostly due to the fact he urgently needed a bathroom visit. Urgent was a bit of an understatement as he found himself pinching himself through his trousers as he felt himself close to bursting, the dampness from his earlier session making things worse.
‘It is Sarah but maybe we should..em...just head away.’
‘Will, my mum is living there. That man is in charge. Shhh. Listen.’
Listening was the absolute last thing Will wanted to do but he had very little choice as Sarah had the power as the driver right now. For the second time in one day the release of his bladder was completely under her control, except this time she actually had no idea he so desperately had to wee. Still Will could hear voices and a part of him was curious. There was something about Peter that made him very uneasy but he just couldn’t figure out what. With his legs crossed tightly he did his best to listen with Sarah.
‘I will say whatever I like to whoever I like Mandy and you have absolute no control over me at all. You have a bloody cheek to speak to me like that when you had the audacity to leave a professional meeting with a distressed client just to use the toilet. How many times have I warned you that that sort of behaviour is utterly deplorable and punishable. You hear me! If you can not so much as take charge over your own bladder then you ought to be ashamed of yourself. Have you any idea how embarrassed I was when my own wife told an upset client that her bladder was more important than her Alzheimer’s mum? Don’t you know that Miss Henderson is a therapist? Stop and think you stupid woman! She has contacts. She is seeing people who have problems. That could mean elderly relatives. She has bloody influence to send more paying clients our way! And you could have ruined that by what? An inability to hold your piss in five more minutes! Seriously!’
‘I’m sorry. Honest I am. But the way you looked at Sarah! The way you spoke to her. You’re supposed to be MY husband. And you knew full well I was desperate to go! I’d been with you in the business meeting in town, drinking with your friends. You heard me say in the car but still you wouldn’t let me go. It was either I made an excuse or wet myself in front of that couple. Is that what you really wanted? I saw the way you looked at Sarah. I’m not stupid!’
‘Look I’ve told you. You go when I say so and no other time. End of conversation.’
As the voices stopped Sarah started her car and looked over at Will before turning back to facing forwards to drive. The space in front was free so Sarah drove through to the next row in preference to reversing.
‘Will did you hear all that? I think I need to get my mum out of there. What do you think?’
‘Mmmm. Ohhh. Yeah definitely honey.’
Sarah indicated to leave the car park of the home and was busy watching the road but she had noticed Will’s voice struggle and she could hear him moaning under his breath.
‘You ok Will? I don’t t know about you but I’m starving. Do you want dropped at yours or do you fancy a take away at mine?’ Oh I really thought on a Saturday evening the roads would be much less busy. I wonder if there was a sports event on or something?’
Will was reaching his limit. He could usually hold his bladder for very long periods of time but he’d only pissed once today and that was after Sarah had finally released him from handcuffs earlier this morning. Besides after sexual release his need to pee was always 100 percent more urgent and harder to hold back. He undid the fly of his tan trousers, the very ones he had worn to their date last night and which Sarah had washed last night for him. He pulled his fly down and put his hand inside to massage his penis. He could almost imagine letting go right now and feeling the warm wetness run down the inside of his legs. He closed his eyes tight and squeezed himself hard.
‘Mmmm. Oh I’m quite hungry too. Ohhh. Shit. Babe is there like a supermarket or something around here do you know? It’s just, you know...’
Sarah had to concentrate as she approached a busy junction leading to a five exit roundabout.
‘Just a minute Will while I get through here and onto the A road. I’m not as familiar with this bit since they changed it. What was that you were saying?’
Will bent forward with his hand clenching himself tightly. He could feel himself right on the edge. He opened Sarah’s glove box in desperation praying she had an empty bottle he could use to alleviate some of the pressure. He was in a lot of discomfort but he could see Sarah needed to focus on driving as it was getting darker by the minute and the traffic was heavy. He looked around to see if there were any signs of a supermarket or even a fast food restaurant they could detour to but the traffic was too congested and there were too many large buildings to see anything much at all.
For a moment Sarah thought about nothing else other than getting into the road she wanted and Will thought of nothing else other than the fact he had an excruciating urgent need to urinate and nowhere to go. He kneeded and stroked and pinched his penis for all he was worth through his damp boxers while his other hand nursed at his swollen and hard bladder. He moaned softly as sweat collected on his forehead as if he was running a marathon.
Finally Sarah indicated to pull off the roundabout onto the A road and she gained speed as she headed in the direction for Springland. The sign saying 23 miles to Springland brought tears to Will’s eyes. He knew it had taken half an hour to drive here and there was just no way his body could wait that long to pee.
‘Sarah, do you know if there’s anywhere we could stop soon. I could do with....I sort of would like...it’s just....fuck Sarah I’m about to piss myself so badly here. I’m literally bursting sweetheart. Please, please could you pull in somewhere as soon as. So sorry.’
‘Oh Will. I had no idea. Is it bad?’
Will slipped his hand inside his boxers and rubbed his thumb over the tip of his throbbing penis.
‘Really bad Sarah. Really, really bad. It’s ready to come.’ |
Chapter 71:
‘Ok Will. You trust me, right? Just hold on sweetheart and as soon as I can I will pull over or something. You know I actually can’t remember when you last went and I’ve been with you all day! It’s almost 6pm. When did you last pee?’
‘Oh God. I so need to go babe. It was...it was this morning when you got the call and released me. You know...oh Sarah I’m honestly gonna piss myself..when you handcuffed me? How much longer before you can stop?’
‘Oh my word! No wonder you are so bursting! Have you had to go long? You must be so desperate honey!’
‘Mmmmm. Oh shit this is bad! It came on strong. When I was alone in the office. I’m not joking. I HAVE to piss so bad.’
Will was bouncing in the seat, squirming around and fondling his penis and testicles directly with his hand inside his open trousers and boxers. His teeth were clenched, sweat pouring from his forehead, his whole body tense and agitated. He could not sit still as he bent forward rubbing and pinching himself as wave after wave of urgency pushed through him so strong it was all he could do to stop himself screaming. Tears gathered in his eyes, his cheeks red with exertion, as he pushed his body to a place of extreme. He moaned and whined uninhibited and desperate.
‘You’re doing great. Keep it up. I’m sure there’s a lay-by not far away. I’ll pull in there. Just keep hanging on. You can do this!’
‘I have to piss. I have to piss. I really have to piss’ Will repeated over and over as if neither he nor Sarah were aware of it. His penis twitched and each twitch sent another urgent wave through Will’s body and he struggled to hold back. He pinched, stroked, squeezed and rubbed his dick for all he was worth, internally begging it to not let urine escape despite his whole body pumping urine in its direction. He was full, more than full, and about to burst. Every second felt like an eternity.
Will looked around the car in a panic. Any second now his body was about to burst open and out of respect for Sarah he didn’t want to soak her car yet again. He saw something and knew he had no choice.
He turned to his side, bending as low as the seat belt allowed, faced the window and pulled out his member, pointing it low and squeezing it tightly into the small plastic door storage used for papers, small items of rubbish or maps. As he did so a warm squirt immediately spurted out into the door storage, collecting at the bottom and speeding along the thin plastic area. Will’s face was bright red, his body struggling, urgent longing consuming him. Quietly, embarrassed Will muttered,
‘I’m sorry Sarah. I’ll dry it out when we get to yours. It’s just I have to. It won’t stay in. I’m unable to do this. I can’t stop it.’
‘Look Will, I’m just approaching the lay by now. Just hold another 30 seconds or so.’
Will squeezed for all he was worth but still another squirt leaked, dripping continuously from his throbbing penis into the door storage. The plastic storage pocket was long but so thin and as another longer spurt escaped Will watched as warm foaming urine filled the tiny store area three quarters full. Will pinched his penis closed moaning loudly.
‘I can’t stop it. I’m so sorry. So sorry. I have to piss. I have to piss. Please stop. I have to piss.’
Sarah glanced briefly over at Will as she indicated to pull over. He was sweating, shaking and hunched over awkwardly towards the passenger door. Sarah longed to help him, console him, kiss him. Seeing him so desperate was such a huge turn on but she hated the idea of Will in pain. She just wanted to make everything ok for the man she deeply cared about.
‘Will I’m stopping sweetheart. You need to stop too. I’ll come open your door right now. Just hold on a few more seconds.’
Sarah pulled into the empty lay-by as quickly and safely as she could, putting her car in neutral, pulling on her hand brake and turning her engine off in seconds. She unclicked her seatbelt and stroked Will’s back to reassure him.
‘Just please let me out. I have to piss. It’s coming out again. Please.’
Sarah opened the driver’s door and ran round the back of her car to open Will’s door. He could have opened it himself but she figured he either had no hands free or he was in too much discomfort to think. She loved seeing him pee so she certainly wasn’t going to complain. It was dark and overcast but as Sarah opened the passenger door the internal light of her car and headlights of passing traffic lit enough for her to see everything she wanted to.
As she pulled the door open warm pee splashed from the door as Sarah saw exactly what Will had been doing. She then looked at Will, his blond curly hair wet with sweat as he hunched over, his trousers open, penis poking out from his exposed boxers covered by his sweating damp hands. Will was already facing the open door so Sarah gently prised his tightly wrapped fingers open, Will’s penis facing the ground as he moaned but slowly relaxed.
Sarah could not believe her eyes as warm urine poured out of Will’s body so fast and thickly as she took control of his penis gently holding and guiding it as the other hand stroked Will’s hair affectionately.
‘Oh wow. You held so much Will. You are wonderful. I can’t believe how much you held. You must have had to go so so bad sweetheart. It’s ok now. You are ok. Let go handsome. It’s all ok now.’ |
Chapter 72:
Sarah gave Will’s penis one last shake as the final few drops fell onto the lay-by ground, the smell of urine strong and powerful. Aware how public they were she was glad to see Will then move his legs inside the car again and as he did so she closed his door and walked back round to the driver’s side.
Sarah put on her seatbelt and turned her engine on smiling to herself. She thought just how far Will had come from the terrified anxious man she met just 9 days previously. She was immensely fond of him and could not imagine life without him and he turned her on more than anyone she had ever met. Even now, in a lay-by on a busy road, early evening on a Saturday in late February she was incredibly aroused by the fact Will had just urinated in her car door and on the roadside. She just wasn’t sure how appropriate it was to let Will know quite the effect his desperation and peeing had on her. She did feel he should know just how much she liked him though.
‘Will, that was lovely. Thank you for letting me do that for you. Are you ok?’
‘Sort of. I’m just..well so sorry about your car again Sarah. First I piss myself in it now this. Honestly I usually have much stronger control. I don’t know what’s happened to me. I’m so sorry.’
As she continued to drive along the A road Sarah tried to make Will feel better, periodically stroking his leg with her left hand between changing gears.
‘I know what’s happened Will. Think about it honey. You are so much more relaxed than you have ever been. Just take a minute and think about just how far you have come. We only met a 9 days ago and you couldn’t speak to me or even relax in my company. You cried because your bladder would not release in the bathroom in my work no matter how bad you needed it to. Just think about all the places you have peed since then...the sink in McDonald’s, my house, Starbucks, a jug in my living room, outside in the car park of the cinema, at the side of the road, and in your work? Didn’t you say you had been there now? I am so so proud of you. You do know that don’t you? You do know I think the world of you Will Highland?’
Will was tired, embarrassed and frustrated at himself. He was surrounded by the constant smell and splashing of urine as the door beside him remained full of warm yellow liquid that he had put there. It was so sweet of Sarah to talk about his progress but she had no need to feel proud of him. He was a loser, a failure, and she deserved so much better. She’d just found out less than an hour ago that her mum had Alzheimer’s and here he was pissing in her car. What sort of idiot does that to someone he cared about? With his head facing the floor Will replied quietly.
‘I’m afraid I actually haven’t went at work yet. I’ve found the gents now but I still can’t get myself to...you know. That’s the reason I wet myself yesterday before our date. I’m so ashamed of myself. You deserve so much better Sarah. You deserve a man who can control himself, protect you, respect your property and help you through what’s going on with your mum. I care about you. I mean that. God I find you a hell of an attractive woman but I’ve just pissed in the door of your car. You don’t need someone who does that. No-one does. Please could you drop me at mine. Thanks.’
Sarah was approaching a junction. Straight ahead took her the few more minutes to Will’s apartment, left took her a few minutes to her own house. She hesitated but knew she had to respect what Will wanted even if she didn’t agree.
She drove straight ahead.
Will got out quietly when Sarah pulled into his apartment block. Ever since pulling to the side of the road Will had changed but Sarah had no idea why. There was no goodbye kiss, just a muttered thank you and that was that. Will had leaned into the back seat and grabbed his bag before closing Sarah’s passenger door gently to ensure no more urine splashed on her car. He’d caused her enough damage already, she didn’t need more.
Will entered his flat silently wishing he hadn’t went on his date with Sarah after all. He had no regrets about meeting her, even making love to her, but he hated himself, really hated himself, for being so unprofessional and having so little control of his own body that he would piss in her car door. That was something a drunk man would do not a sober, professional man who had just been with a friend while she heard bad news.
Will was hungry and thirsty but felt so unworthy to even see to his physical needs. Not only had he pissed over his friend’s car she had no idea that he had brought himself to sexual climax in the very room she had just been told about her mum, and not only that but it was witnessing his very friend desperate to pee that had stimulated him in the first place.
Guilt consumed Will like a lion devouring its prey. He didn’t even feel like switching on the TV. He’d let himself down badly, even worse he had let Sarah down and there was nothing he could do to make it right. She deserved so much more. She was an angel to his demon, at least that’s what his mind told him.
Sarah’s mind was running a marathon as she tried to figure out what she had said to trigger Will. Was it the mention of work, or the fact he still hadn’t managed to pee there yet even after three years in the same place? Was he worried about pissing in her car or had she over stepped the mark by holding his penis as he released, perhaps invading his privacy? He’d let her do that before though, so what had changed? She had no idea. Tears stung in her eyes though as the reality of losing Will became stronger.
She pulled into her driveway, opened her front door and allowed the tears to flow feeling lonelier and more heartbroken than she had ever had in her life. She was tired, hungry and thirsty but it was so hard to cook, drink or relax knowing things just weren’t right with Will.
She put the oven on and put in a quiche, drank a glass of water and headed out with a ladle, a serving spoon, a roll of kitchen towel and a plastic bag. Tears or no tears no-one would feed her, make her a drink or clean her car for her. She had to do this herself. She had to be strong. |
Chapter 73:
An hour later Will was still in the same position, sometimes staring straight ahead, sometimes shutting his eyes. He wanted to disappear. Shame, guilt and depression hung over him like a never moving grey cloud, stubborn and heavy.
Sarah had a sudden brain wave. Having tried spooning the urine from the car door pocket and struggling she noticed the pocket was clipped in to the car interior door so she pulled at it as hard as she could until one side pinged away and a sudden rush of liquid ran out of the plastic narrow pocket onto her driveway, running towards the grass garden nearby. Sarah used the kitchen roll to dry the inside door before spraying the car interior with air freshener and pushing the bottom of the pocket back in place. Cleaning up after Will never bothered her at all. She’d longed to have someone to clean up after for years and the fun that preceded the mess was always worthwhile. Sarah couldn’t stop thinking of Will as she returned inside to eat and drink and wash her hands.
The evening was closing in and still Will sat there, his mind drifting from one life disaster to another. He was numb and angry as past incidents flashed before his mind. First the wetting at school, then the time his tutor had mentioned she needed to pee and he was almost caught with a massive erection as a teenager, then the time he was in the back of the car going on holiday desperate to pee and when his mum pulled into a lay-by for a coffee because she refused to pay service station prices he opened the rear door and before he could stand up he had to pull out his penis and piss so much while he mum watched in horror. Will had such a history of shame and humiliation linked to peeing that he had developed severe anxiety to the point of being unable to pee away from home.
Finally he got up but only to get himself a large glass of water. He was hungry but he had no motivation to cook and water was sufficient to keep him alive for now. He returned to his seat and his private thoughts. Things had changed since meeting Sarah. She not only seemed to want to help him with his anxiety and peeing difficulties but she was absolutely incredible to have sex with. She was his first, and now he knew what he was missing. But self loathing and post traumatic stress now tore him away from the very person who seemed to understand and support him. So now he added guilt of how he had treated Sarah to his long list of failures in life. He hated his body, especially his penis which seemed to mock him by either refusing to pee when he absolutely had to or peeing when he needed to hold. If he couldn’t control his own body what could he control?
Sarah ate, drank and tried to figure out what had went wrong with Will all at the same time. Ever since the lay-by incident he had changed. The therapist in her knew the changes to look out for and recognised the signs. Had something happened in Will’s past that caused the change rather than her? That would certainly account for the sudden way Will reacted. If that was the case then he needed more help than she had previously thought. He had been doing so well in her home made unorthodox therapy that involved getting him to experience peeing in lots of different places whilst making him feel incredible special and supported by..em...having sex. It was a far cry from any therapy she had been trained in for sure, but she couldn’t deny it was having a huge impact on Will...and herself.
She wasn’t about to give up on him now. Right now though she figured he would be in bed so she decided to contact him first thing.
Will was dosing as his mind tormented him, waking only to drink his water. It was past midnight but he had no inclination to even bother going to bed. He knew his mind wouldn’t switch off anyway. Everything and anything pee and sexual swirled in his mind. It blurred together forming a tornado of torment that caused him to scream, cry and freeze with anxiety. Every time he woke he tried drinking water to clear his mind only to dose back asleep and return to vivid hallucinations of being bursting, holding, wetting or having related sexual leakage at inappropriate times. His mind flashed to all the afternoons he was crossed legged in his office bouncing his knee and holding himself as horror thoughts filled his mind that his room was full of cameras and he was watched just like he feared in the nursing home. His mind came to the only logical conclusion it could, one it had come to previously, and proved to be safe: to protect from further phycological damage he must only pee in his own bathroom in his own apartment once again. He couldn’t allow Sarah to push him any more for fear his body might yet again embarrass him. He took another drink of water, finishing the glass, got up and walked to bed, took off his clothes and lay on his bed naked in the hope of finally getting some rest from his tormented mind.
Sarah woke with a renewed determination. She also woke with a very full bladder but rather than empty it right away she decided to write an email to Will since texts had such a limited character number available. She crossed her legs whilst putting on the kettle to make tea whilst her laptop booted up. She really ought to pee first but now she was downstairs she wanted to get the words down on the email while they were fresh in her head. She could hold a little pee for a few minutes anyway. |
Chapter 74:
Sarah returned to her main room with mug in hand and sat down ready to write. Her bladder pulsated and she wriggled in an attempt to get comfortable, her mind every bit as full as her bladder with words that desperately needed out. She opened her email and put in Will’s email address and began writing.
“Dear Will,
You are so important to me, more important even than my own body. You are heavy on my mind today. I so want to come to yours right this minute to say this face to face but I don’t want to push you more than I already have.
Whatever you need I would love to be the person to provide that.
When things trouble you I would love if my shoulder was the one you cried on.’
Sarah sipped her tea, wriggling more and more as her bladder pushed down firmly looking for release. The thought that Will might wake and busy himself and not get time to read her words until later spurred her on to keep writing. It was true that Will was more important to her than her very own body and now she would prove that. She bounced her knee, sipped some more tea and carried on typing.
‘I know our relationship has been very intensive and desperate at times. We have both really struggled to hold back and control ourselves on occasions and that has put us in situations that, for both of us, have been enormously powerful, even emotional. When I am with you I am often so full, so longing, so focussed on trying to hold back. Even right now, despite you not being here, I feel all that and so much more. My whole body is longing, my breasts are sensitive, my nipples hard, the very hairs on my neck are tingling. It’s hard to focus on writing though I know I need to. My heart is beating faster, my back sweating. This is hard but blissful. I need to get this out but I’m struggling to get to the point. Maybe if I keep writing, moving around the subject more, it will come out of me at some point.
I’m waffling on now. Sorry. This is harder than I thought it would be.
I need to be honest with you Will, very honest. I’m sitting in my living room drinking tea having come straight downstairs since waking. I’m consumed by something very urgent, on more than one level. Please excuse me if I am lax with my spelling or punctuation. I’m sitting in just my nightie and knickers desperate for the bathroom while typing but determined to finish this before I go. I haven’t been since last night and I’m bursting!
But this is important, much more important.’
Sarah paused to read over what she had written so far, anxious to get it right but struggling not only for words but to hold back from peeing everywhere. She bounced on the couch, wriggling frantically as her urethra pushed continuously and forcefully against her cotton knickers. She pressed her hand between her legs and pushed against herself, determined to finish what she needed to do first. She knew if she stopped to run upstairs her mind would convince her not to press send or continue writing. There was no choice. If she wanted to get out what was heavy in her mind then the heaviness in her bladder would have to take second place, regardless how much it fought against that idea. With one hand holding herself, pushing, stroking and cupping herself she used the other to keep typing.
‘Since the very first moment I saw you I have felt something for you. I’ve never felt this before. I thought it was lust. Your golden blond hair, your perfect features and your beard are so appealing. Your eyes look deep into my soul. Your whole body sets me alight. When you squirmed in my office you caused my whole body to tingle. I have dreamt of meeting someone as caring, sexy, and as interesting as you all my life. The fact that you have the same sexual thoughts, fetish even, as me is like the cherry on the cake. You drive me crazy and making love to you is like going to heaven.’
Sarah had to pause as an intense spasm shot through her and she needed both hands over her knickers while she rocked back and forth. She was utterly desperate to pee and close to wetting herself but she was almost finished her email. She rubbed herself frantically feeling her pants dampening as small drops of urine leaked out mixed with her mucus. Sarah longed to orgasm but the need to urinate was overpowering. If only she could just end her email...
‘I guess what I am saying Will is that...oh God I’m so desperate to wee..whatever you are struggling with, whatever is holding you back; your fears, your past, your anxieties...how about we face them together?
I really really need to go now. I’m just going to release this because I can’t hold back. I know this will be messy, out of control, and leave us both with so much to sort out but...’
Sarah was right on edge. She was dancing about like a woman possessed right about to burst. She pushed her coffee table forward and hunched down between the table and her couch and finally allowed her emotions and bladder to release together as she typed her final five words whilst warm urine poured down her legs and onto her floor, through her underpants and causing a massive puddle beneath her, just as Sarah’s emotions poured from her heart equally uncontrollably..
‘Will, I love you,
Sarah. Xx’ |
Chapter 75:
Will had drifted in and out of a very fitful sleep, restlessly tossing on his king size bed as his mind tormented and teased him. He had no idea what time it was as a sudden and very strong urge to use the bathroom stirred him into fully wakening. As Will lay on his back naked he grabbed his penis tightly, aware that not only was he in urgent need of releasing piss but he was also hard and horny.
Will sat up urgently as another spasm seemed to come quickly and unexpectedly. He carefully swung one leg over the side of the bed as both hands held onto his member in the hope he would make it to the bathroom in time. An empty stomach but overfill bladder made for a difficult combination as Will regretted drinking so much water as he gained more consciousness with every passing spasm from his bladder. He hobbled around the bed bent over as his phone beeped with an alert. Bleary eyed and too curious for his own good, Will picked up the phone in one hand whilst tightly pinching himself closed with the other. He typed in his code one handed, silently cursing at how badly he had to piss.
‘Oh Fuck! I’ll piss then read. Oh my God though it’s Sarah! Right if she’s calling it off I’ll just read the first line then run. Oh man I’m dying for the loo. Open you stupid email before I piss on the carpet!’
Will sat on the edge of his bed, his naked legs crossed tightly, his knee bouncing in urgently. His eyes were drawn to the opening lines:
Dear Will,
You are so important to me, more important even than my own body.
Will found himself reading and talking back to the email as if Sarah could hear him. He adjusted his hold on his penis, which was now tingling with desire and moving of its own doing. Just reading an email from Sarah aroused Will more than he even realised as he pictured his auburn princess right beside him, knowing his current struggle would be a huge turn on to her. What might she be meaning about him being more important than her own body? He smiled as he realised he too must value her the same way, after all there was absolutely no other person who could have persuaded him to hear from them more than he desired to empty his bladder right now. Will read on eagerly:
‘I so want to come to yours right this minute..’
Oh sweetheart, I want that so badly. But I’m afraid I might piss on you! Oh fuck Will read quicker! Will found himself squirming badly as he read more.
‘Whatever you need I would love to be the person to provide that. ‘
Babe, I need a lavatory, a bucket, or even a bottle! I need to wee like you would not believe! Oh beautiful if only you really were here to do that right now!
Will had to clench tighter as the very thought of having a bucket before him sent urine towards his penis at a rate of knots. He tried standing but as he bent over he lost his balance as his naked bottom fell back onto the side of his bed. Will scrolled down a little and read another part:
‘I know our relationship has been very intensive and desperate at times. We have both really struggled to hold back and control ourselves on occasions..’
Oh God girl, you have no idea how much I am struggling right this very second! This IS intensive honey. You really do have no idea.
Will stroked his erect penis hoping his erection would hold his urine back. He so wanted to get to the end of the email...
‘When I am with you I am often so full, so longing, so focussed on trying to hold back. Even right now, despite you not being here, I feel all that and so much more. My whole body is longing, my breasts are sensitive, my nipples hard, the very hairs on my neck are tingling. It’s hard to focus on writing though I know I need to. My heart is beating faster, my back sweating. This is hard, but blissful. I need to get this out but I’m struggling to get to the point. Maybe if I keep writing, moving around the subject more, it will come out of me at some point.’
Will’s balls ached badly both with the need to pee and the need to cum. He closed his eyes and pictured Sarah aroused and ready. Will was ready too...more than ready.
Babe, spit it out before I burst here! At this rate it will be firing out of me before it comes out of you! As if to illustrate his point, then and there Will watched in horror as a spurt of urine shot out of his erect shaft, firing in the air before landing on his bare foot. The warm liquid sent shivers through Will’s body as wave after wave hit him strongly, his bladder hard and distended and bulging with liquid.
Still Will refused to allow himself relief until he got to the end.
‘I’m consumed by something very urgent, on more than one level’
Yes, yes Sarah! Me too! I hear you!
Will’s teeth were clenched every bit as much as his muscles as his whole being longed to pee and cum so badly. Will tried to focus on what Sarah might be referring to but all he could think about was getting the release he needed. He was right on the edge, unsure of what might be coming next.
‘I’m sitting in just my nightie and knickers desperate for the bathroom while typing but determined to finish this before I go. I haven’t been since last night and I’m bursting!’
Will read and reread those two sentences as his hard penis responded excitedly. Will was seconds away from coming and he knew it. The thought of Sarah squirming writing to him, his own urgent need for the same thing combined with the sexual effect that had on them both was sending waves of three fold pleasure right through Will as he stroked and imagined and enjoyed himself. It wasn’t easy to do so, but he needed to read more.
‘When you squirmed in my office you caused my whole body to tingle.’
Yes Sarah, you do that to me too baby! More than you realise. Ohhhhhh. Fffffuuuu....
Will’s eyes were blurring as his body shook with desire. It was all he could do to blink and try and read on. Will scrolled with one hand and stroked with the other as desire culminated and cum shot out of him as he read.
‘You drive me crazy and making love to you is like going to heaven.’
Yes, yes, yes. Fuck that’s what it’s like for me too! Woah! Shit I needed that babe!
With sticky cum covering his still erect shaft Will rubbed it all around his head and length as he read the remains of Sarah’s message. As he relaxed though, another urgency hit him with such an intensity he almost sent piss firing to his ceiling. Oh fuck did he NEED to piss now! With his finger pushed tightly against his opening Will rushed to the bathroom, phone still in hand as drips of piss moistened his hand and fingers.
‘I guess what I am saying Will is that...oh God I’m so desperate to wee..whatever you are struggling with, whatever is holding you back; your fears, your past, your anxieties...how about we face them together?
Will stumbled to his bathroom in the dark with just the faint light from the window to guide him to where the toilet was. With Sarah he could face this. He had to. He couldn’t live his life any longer only able to urinate in his own bathroom. He had to beat this. Will just hoped he could as another spurt shot out splashing in what he could only hope was his toilet. With one hand holding and vainly trying to point Will gazed at the ending to Sarah’s extraordinary email.
‘I really really need to go now. I’m just going to release this because I can’t hold back. I know this will be messy, out of control, and leave us both with so much to sort out but..’
Will had to release too. The tension, the pain, the intensity, was too much now. He breathed and relaxed as a thick stream cascaded from his penis like his life depended on it. It was exactly as Sarah was saying: messy, out of control and he was sure he too would have mess to clear up as he fondled in the dark hoping at least most of his pee was making it into the toilet. As he allowed his body to empty he reread the last paragraph of the email as it suddenly dawned on him that Sarah had wet herself because she had put him first. She had wanted him to get her email so badly she had pushed herself to an extreme situation to such an extent she had caused herself mess and inconvenience all because of him. She really was someone very very special. He needed her. He had feelings for her. He wondered...could it be?
As his pee finally subsided Will gave himself a shake before finally turning to switch the light on to read Sarah’s closing words clearly. He placed the phone on the side of the sink as he flushed the toilet and then returned to the sink to wash his hands, tears streaming down his face as he finally admitted to himself how he really felt about Sarah.
‘Will, I love you,’
I love you too Sarah. So much my sweetheart. So very much. |
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“Parking to Front Lead,” Shannon’s radio called again.
“I heard you the first time,” she muttered under her breath, clicking through several screens at the main front help desk. One of the new hires, a 20 - something college dropout stood behind her awkwardly. He had forgotten how to transfer pre-bought tickets, and had somehow seized up the entire system. Ancient as it was, he should have just called for help.
Now Shannon was stuck lost in an outdated computer system she didn’t fully understand with an angry mom and her two screaming kids in front of her at the desk.
“Hey,” the awkward kid started from behind her. “As long as you’re here anyway, do you care if I take my morning break?”
Initially, Shannon had a wave of frustration rush through her. First, he breaks the system, now he wants a break?!
But Shannon took a deep breath, and quickly calmed down. She’d learned during her first year as a Lead that getting upset never resolved anything.
She glanced down at the clock on the screen and realized it was 10:30 already. Poor kid probably just had to go to the bathroom. Heck, she’d had to go herself for the past hour, but something always seemed to pop up to prevent her. Life as a Lead.
“Go ahead,” she said softly, clicking away. “But hey,” she stopped and looked at him with some authority, “15 minutes.”
Without a word, he was gone.
“He’ll be back in 25, won’t he?” The mother said partially joking.
“More like an even half hour,” Shannon partially joked back knowing it was probably true.
“All right, you should be all set,” Shannon said a few dozen clicks later, finally finding the right page.
As the mother thanked her for her assistance, Shannon was left alone in the information booth with nothing but her thoughts. And a fairly full bladder. She wished the kid would return quickly before something else happened. This was her first downtime all morning. It would be nice to make use of it for her own needs.
She sighed to herself and thought back to her first year as Lead. There was one day, in early Summer. The busiest she’d seen yet. Every time she turned around, and sometimes even before she got all the way around, someone was bringing her another problem to fix. She wasn’t alone at any point during the entire morning. Not a single minute. And by noon, she found a problem with that. A big problem. A bladder sized problem.
She tried so hard to carve out a few minutes. Tried to put things on hold, tell someone she’d be right back, encourage others to try and resolve the issue themselves... Everything she could think of. But every time she got close (including the time she even got physically close to the bathroom) someone found her and pulled her away.
As she began to truly worry about being able to hold it, a series of events started to take place that she would never forget, and would ultimately go on to shape future decisions.
She was Front Lead on that particular day, and as such, was responsible for everything that didn’t fit nicely into one of the other 3 main categories. Which interestingly enough, included the bathrooms.
“Maintenance to Front Lead” crackled over the radio around 2:30 in the afternoon. Shannon has passed needing to pee at that point. She HAD to pee. She’d mostly come to terms with the fact that it was going to happen soon. It was now just a matter of when. And to some extent, how.
“Lead, we need you to come down the Lakeside restrooms,” Maintenance finished.
As if the universe itself had handed her a gift, Shannon quickly excused herself from the current situation of dealing with a no-show and made made her way to assist maintenance.
With any luck, the issue would be with the women’s restroom and she could offer to go in first to make sure it was empty - and finally pee.
As she neared the lake, she was reminded of the fact that her luck wasn’t that good.
Before her stood both maintenance employees in front of, of course, the men’s room.
She had to cross her legs as she asked Fred, the older of the two at a whopping 31 years old, what the problem was.
Dustin, only 26 at the time, answered first, “come see for yourself”. The pair turned and entered the men’s room, leaving Shannon to stare longingly at the entrance to her coveted ladies room. She almost just walked the 5 paces there to just go already before catching up with Fred and Dustin. Almost. Which made her decision to forego her need once again almost not a mistake.
Inside, the first thing to hit Shannon was the smell. She’d been in men’s rooms a handful of times before, but this one was a small standalone building on the lake’s edge in the middle of Summer. It was more humid inside than out somehow.
Along one wall ran a wide pipe, cut in half with a slow stream of water running along the bottom. She couldn’t imagine what it was for. All she knew about it was the trickling water was making her bladder begin to throb.
On the other wall, sat 2 stalls - much more Shannon’s speed.
But that’s where the problem lay, both stalls had their doors seemingly forcefully removed, and the middle divider between the two looked like it had been kicked out. Completely unusable now. At least unusable with any sense of privacy or decency.
“How did this happen?” Shannon asked.
“Not sure,” answered Fred, ever the man of many words.
Dustin continued, “doesn’t really matter now. Fact is, we only have 2 options on how to fix it.”
Shannon had to cross her legs again as she felt a particularly strong throb of her bladder. She impatiently waited for him to continue, but had to ask “which are?” when he didn’t.
“We could gerryrig something together to keep the place open and functional. It won’t be perfect and will look pretty crude, but let’s face it, if you’re using the stalls all the way out here, you’re probably pretty desperate.”
Shannon, who was in fact quite desperate, would have loved to use the stalls here. Crude or not. She knew that’s not what he meant, but the more they talked about being desperate and stalls, the more she worried about not making it.
Before Dustin could present the other option, a third gentleman entered the room with them. Presumably, just a guest of the park considering Shannon had no idea who he was.
“Sorry sir, closed for maintenance,” Dustin started. “There’s another restroom just up the hill off to the...”
He was cut off from finishing as the man mumbled, “‘Sokay here, I’ll be quick.”.
Shannon quickly realized he had been drinking based on the amount he was slurring his words and stumbling towards the pipe on the wall.
That was when she figured it out. The pipe with water running down it was a (disgusting) though somewhat effective urinal. A urinal the man was now loudly releasing presumably a day’s worth of cocktails into judging by the sound of the stream.
It was too much for Shannon. She briefly thought about running out, getting to the women’s room right next door. But she knew it was too late for that now by the dampness between her legs. Her bladder had stopped throbbing and was now constantly bearing down. She closed her eyes for a moment and felt it happen - she was losing control. She was wetting herself.
She was completely out of options. Couldn’t use the pipe on the wall for somewhat obvious anatomical restrictions. Couldn’t make a dash all the way around the building to the women’s room without losing too much. Couldn’t openly wet herself. Not here. Not in front of two coworkers and a (likely intoxicated) guest to the park.
All she could do was humiliate herself. She took the 3 steps into the destroyed and no longer private stall, yanked down her khaki shorts and light blue thong underwear in one swift motion, and hovered over the toilet seat with her legs just barely spread apart.
“I’m so sorry,” She started somewhere between a whisper and a sob. “I just can’t hold it anymore.”
And just like that, she stopped holding it.
Shannon looked back at that day, as she did from time to time, with a mixture of emotions. Mostly embarrassment. She hadn’t been able to hold it, peed in front of 3 males, 2 of which were coworkers, and had to try and hide her damp underwear from her cabin mates later on the day when she was changing.
There was a sense a pride as well. She had held it far longer than most others, while being in charge of the whole front end of the park on a busy day. She didn’t know many people who she thought could pull that off.
She also had a small, deep, dark part of her that enjoyed the naughtiness of it. That all 3 males had watched her in a rare moment of complete loss of control. Coworkers watched as she revealed herself just feet away (being new to Lead meant she was putting in a lot of particularly long hours. Besides eating, sleeping, and a quick shower, there wasn’t time for much other self care. Which included grooming her lady bits. Ultimately, she was glad that was the case, though, as Dustin, Fred, and the intoxicated guest wouldn’t be able to see any... details. All they’d really be able to see was her hair (not a big deal), the fact that she didn’t own a penis (hopefully they were already aware of that fun fact), and her powerful, thick stream erupting from beneath her hair (fairly embarrassing). However, not as bad as it could have been. To this day, she still sported below the belt hair, just in case a similar event occurred (although she kept it much more trimmed and neat now).
“Parking to Front...” Her radio crackled back to life, pulling her out of her head.
“Go ahead Parking,” she quickly answered, admitting to herself she had completely forgotten about the earlier calls.
“Just looking to take my morning break.”
These kids and their breaks. Shannon shook her head. It was looking like it’d be a while before she found some relief today. This time of year was hard. Deep enough into the season that everything was open, but early enough that there was no extra staff at all. Not even to cover breaks. At this point in the season, she was the extra staff. If the kid that broke the computer would hurry up, she could go break the parking girl and get her own butt on a toilet before noon.
“Copy, standby,” was all she could offer at the moment. It wasn’t ideal, and hopefully the parking girl was just bored or hungry, and didn’t have to go to the bathroom or anything, but her hands were tied at the moment. |
I had no idea there was this much desire for male deep. on this forum. I rewrote a few sections a little to try and help accommodate. Hopefully everyone likes it 😁
“Ugh,” Tiffany moaned as “Parking to Front Lead” came over the radio again.
“What’s wrong?” Keplin, her partner at the Horse Race game and boyfriend asked.
“Parking girl is using Channel 8,” she replied matter of factly.
Keplin raised a questioning eyebrow before she let out a long sigh. “Channel 8 is only for Park wide broadcasts. It doesn’t matter what channel you’re on, you’ll also receive anything sent out by someone on 8.”
“I didn’t realize it was that big of a problem,” Keplin said cautiously. “She probably just forgot.”
“It’s not a big problem,” Tiffany curtly said. “It’s just that Lead is going to come on and give the break schedule and I don’t want to miss it because Parking girl can’t figure out how to stay on Front’s channel.”
“Oh,” Keplin said. “Yeah, that makes sense. I could really use morning break, too.”
Tiffany closed her eyes, “Don’t tell me you’re hungry again?”
“No, no. I actually...” Keplin hesitantly started. “Well... Today’s the first day this season we’ve been busy enough to where I don’t want to leave you alone, but...”
“But you have to pee?” Tiffany finished.
“That obvious?” Keplin asked turning several shades of red in the cheeks.
“Actually, not at all obvious,” she complimented. “I only just figured it out given your extra glass of OJ this morning.”
“Yeah, I’m regretting that decision now.”
“You should just go then,” Tiffany encouraged. “I’ll be fine for a few minutes and then I’ll just go during break.”
“I think I can wait as long as break is early and... Wait, you have to go too?” Keplin realized.
“Of course I do,” Tiffany replied a little harsher than she intended. “Why would you think that while you have to go seemingly badly, I wouldn’t have even a twinge?”
“Well I... Um.... I guess... How bad do you have to go?” Keplin tripped over both his thoughts and his words.
Tiffany rolled her eyes. “That’s your answer? Your girlfriend tells you she has to use the restroom and you ask ‘how badly?’ ? Men... ugh.”
Tiffany shook her head for a few seconds before continuing, “To answer though, if I were at home or alone, I would have gone probably an hour or two ago.”
“Oh, so you um... you uh... you must really have to go?” Keplin stumbled. “Do you just have to pee, orrr...”
“Ohhh my...” Tiffany started, somewhat frazzled. “Yes, Keplin. I have to pee, very badly. My bladder is quite full and uncomfortable. I’m finding it hard to sit still. Do you have ANY other questions?”
“Well,” Keplin looked down at the ground by his feet for a second before looking Tiffany in the eyes. “I think you should go to the bathroom, and I’ll cover you and just hold it until break so you don’t have to be left alone here.”
“Keplin, I can’t ask you to do that.” Tiffany replied. “I know you have to go just as bad as I do, if not worse.”
“Plus,” she continued on. “You know how I feel about the public bathrooms here. Couldn’t pay me to use them. I’ll just wait until break when I can go back to the Camp and go there like I usually do.”
“The men’s room in not exactly pleasant either.” Keplin replied, thinking about the long pipe with slow flow of water that served as a communal urinal.
“So what do you want to do about it, then?” Tiffany asked. “There’s no point both of us being uncomfortable until break, and neither of us want to use the bathrooms here. We need to do something though.”
Keplin met Tiffany’s eyes and could see how badly she needed to go in them. They were wide and frequently darting around. “I’m so sorry babe, I really don’t know.”
Tiffany frowned for a moment before the idea struck. She couldn’t say where it came from, or how she knew it was an acceptable answer, but she knew what she had to do.
“I have an idea,” she said aloud to Keplin. “What if...”
It was at that moment a family of 4 - assumably the mother and 3 children - came up to their booth to play Horse Race game. Tiffany and Keplin both diligently waddled around the booth to collect tickets, run the game, and dispense the prized tiny stuffed animal toy. The duo made eye contact frequently. Whether it was for mutual assurance or just knowing what the other was thinking and feeling didn’t matter. They were just glad when the kids finally grew tired of the game after the third round.
“Excuse me,” the mother leaned up and asked at the corner of the booth as the kids started to play amongst each other. Keplin turned around to face her as she continued, “where’s the nearest family restroom?”
“Just the one at the front entrance, ma’am.” Keplin answered politely.
“Ohhh... All the way up the hill?” She half moaned, half asked.
“That’s the one.” He answered politely.
Both Keplin and Tiffany noticed the bend in the women’s waist, her hand hovering near her hips with another destination in mind, and her left knee working its way across her right. She looked how they felt.
“There’s a bathroom just down passed the balloon pop game on the left,” Tiffany offered, feeling for the woman. “It’s not family style, but it’s a lot closer.”
“I appreciate it, but I work really hard at not bringing the boys into the ladies room. And they’re too young to be left alone outside,” The mother said. “I feel bad enough having to bring them in with me, never mind a regular bathroom. So I either have to wait until we get home, which has quickly become not an option, or find a single occupancy bathroom.”
“Good luck,” Tiffany sincerely offered as the mother collected her children and scurried off towards the front gait family restroom.
“That was nice of you to try to help her,” Keplin said. “But back to our own bladders, you said you had an idea?”
Tiffany watched as her boyfriend began to cross his legs, most likely subconsciously. She’d never seen him show any signs of needing to go. Not even on long road trips. Part of her felt bad for him. Another part felt the slightest bit turned on. Not so much in the fact that he had to pee so bad, but that he was showing such vulnerability. In all the time they’d been dating, heck, all the time they’d known each other, he had only ever shown strength, sometimes to the point of being stoic. But now, with this loss of control of the situation... she was having an experience, to say the least. Combined with the fact that her lady bits were already tingling from her own need to pee...
“I’m going to take one for the team,” Tiffany said. “You’re going to pee.”
“I already told you, I’m not going to leave you al...” Keplin started before being cut off by Tiffany. “Not leaving me alone. I know. You’re sweet. But I never said you were going anywhere. I said you were going to pee.”
“Where? Here?” Keplin asked. “Tiff, there’s no bottles or anything. And I’m not gonna just go like in the corner. That’s gross. And it would leave such a puddle and mess.”
“That’s why I offered to take one for the team.” Tiffany replied.
“How? You can’t pee for me.”
Tiffany shook her head. “No I can’t. But I can give you someplace to pee without leaving the booth.”
Keplin looked around for a moment. “Where? There’s nothing here, Tiff.”
Tiffany sighed. “Be more dense, Keplin. I’m offering to drink your pee so you don’t have to hold it. I’ll just kneel down. The counter is at your waist height. No one will see.”
“At least some of it, enough to take the pressure off.” She quickly added. “Don’t forget I still have to go.”
“I can’t ask you to do that.” Keplin said.
“You’re not asking, I’m offering.”
“That’s too much,” Keplin said. “Then what if you can’t hold it later because of me?”
“I hope you’d offer the same for me,” Tiffany said, slightly irritated.
“I um... I’m not sure I can.”
“Why not?” Tiffany demanded. Here she was offering a very intimate and selfless act, but he might not return the favor?!”
“Well, I have... and you don’t have... And I’m not sure how it would work.” Keplin stumbled over his words.
“Our anatomy is different. Yes,” Tiffany filled in the blanks for him. “It’s basically like I’ll be drinking from a straw while you’re drinking straight from the carton, but that’s the only difference. It’s still completely possible.”
Keplin sighed. “I really don’t have a choice. I have to go ~so~ badly.”
“Alright then, unzip.” Tiffany said as she started to kneel down directly in front of him, behind the main counter so no one could see anything. While the situation was arousing and fun in a sense, exhibitionism wasn’t really either of their things. Plus, there were a few kids at other games and in the park. She didn’t want to even think about going down that road.
Just as Keplin unbuttoned his khakis, allowing his bladder to swell out over the brim, a voice interrupted. “Hi, we’d like to play... “What do you think guys? 3 games? 4? We’ll play 4 games please.”
Keplin leaned forward to collect the tickets from the 20 - something year old woman in front of him, while Tiffany hurriedly scurried away from him below the counter so she could stand up away from him and not make anything look suspicious.
Keplin couldn’t care less about appearances. 4 games? At an average of around 3-5 minutes per game. He didn’t think he could last 12 minutes, let alone the possibility of 20. He was starting to panic. His bladder was throbbing. His male member was getting a little hard from the attention. And he couldn’t be sure, but he thought he felt some damp areas on his boxers.
Tiffany felt terrible. She knew how badly Keplin had to pee. Watching him as he ran the game, she could see him cross his legs, bend over, and his movements were generally stiff and rigid. She’d never seen him like this. She was just starting to question her own ability to hold, so she knew he was probably in real danger of losing control.
In between games, while the horses reset and the group chatted amongst themselves, Keplin whispered to Tiffany, “Babe, I don’t think I can hold anymore.” He looked straight at the floor out of shame. Tiffany’s heart almost broke right there.
“You can absolutely make it. You’re the strongest person I know. You’ve never let me down before. And this? It’s just a little pee. You’re going to let a little pee beat you?” Tiffany tried to encourage.
“It’s a lot of pee,” Keplin countered. “But I’ll try.”
“They’re on their last game. You’ll be alright,” Tiffany continued as the game started up for the 4th, and hopefully last time.
Keplin has to focus on his breathing, and clenching his muscles through the entire last game. He was now certain there were a few damp areas on his boxers and he felt a drop come out.
From all the focusing though, he hadn’t even realized the game finally ended and the group was walking away.
Tiffany was right in front of him once again and kneeled down below the ledge so she wasn’t visible to the public. “Now remember, I really have to go too. Just enough so you don’t feel like you’re going to wet yourself, alright?”
“I... I can’t wait... It’s coming out,” he sputtered out as he unzipped and freed himself of his khakis without a moment to spare. He felt bad for Tiffany, not having any time to react or adjust. But the relief was incredible. But his girlfriend was drinking straight from his erupting bladder. Plus, she had to pee as well.
He was a whirlwind of emotions as the world flooded back into his senses. As he looked up, he saw a younger male, maybe early twenties, on his cell phone and wearing Park uniform, staring directly at Keplin. There was no way he knew what was happening. Was there? |
This next part is ending up being WAY to long for a single post. So here’s the first part of. Just know it does circle back to the Park. There’s just a HUGE back story to tell here. Enjoy! 😊
~ The Benefits of Saying No: Dropping the “Go Just in Case” Mentality and Gaining Bladder Independence ~
Catherine scribbled the title in her notebook. She’d rewritten and reworded variations of it a few dozen times already, but was still second guessing herself. It was the title to the most important paper she’d ever written - her doctoral dissertation to receive her MD.
It was 10:45 in the morning, just before she had to leave camp for her first day at the Park.
Obviously, this was not her dream job. But medical school was expensive and she needed to start paying some of her loans down. She searched high and low for a decent job for an almost Doctor, but came up dry.
She was lost, unsure what to do next until she met someone about a year or two younger than herself at an end of semester house party. All he did for hours was talk to anyone who would listen about this invention he was working on, and how he dropped out of school to work on it. She only listened for a few minutes before growing bored and talked to her friends instead.
That was, until she overheard him talking about a job he had gotten for the summer to help fund the initial costs. Apparently it payed quite well. Suddenly, he was worth talking to.
She remembered very little about him other than his name was Trevor, he worked Front at the Park, and he was pretty full of himself for someone who was essentially a broke college drop out. Of course, she only almost had MD after her name so she wasn’t really in a position to judge.
Catherine closed her notebook and started to leave Camp for the walk to the Park. She’d been told it was only a 5-7 minute walk, but being late wasn’t her style.
As she was leaving the cabin, she was greeted by the sight of the washroom building. Since the Camp was so old and never really renovated, there was only a main washroom building for a set of 4 cabins. The cabins themselves had no facilities. And since this was once an all-boys summer camp, there was no men’s or women’s rooms - just a large bathroom divided up into 3 main sections. There was a shower section to the right with 8 stalls and curtains that left a lot to be desired. She mostly just faced the wall so all anyone could see was a glimpse of her butt. Not all her female coworkers, and almost none of the males were as self conscious. Sometimes to get pleasure or amusement, but usually not.
In the center section when you first walked in was the sink and mirror area.
And then the important part - the toilets in the left section.
5 stalls and 6 urinals to 4 whole cabins was a little on the tight side. Catherine was glad she started her work day later than most, so she missed the morning rush. Not that it really mattered anyway, considering she didn’t take morning pees anymore.
She used to, of course. About a year ago, that all changed.
360 days to be exact. That’s the amount of time she’d been working on her paper.
While the Park was obviously not her dream job, becoming a Urology Doctor specializing in incontinence and non-pharmacological interventions was all she wanted to do. Basically, she wanted to help people hold it.
While some research already existed, it was sparse and usually not exactly what she was looking for. So part way through her 3rd year of med school, she proposed a radical idea to the review board.
Since she wouldn’t be able to find enough published works to adequately write her paper, and she wasn’t in a position to hold a formal study, she offered to gather “a substantial amount of anecdotal evidence relevant to her topic”.
This seemed to satisfy the board enough for them to allow her to at least get started.
Interestingly enough, while she wanted to help incontinent individuals hold their bladders longer, she had little experience in pushing her own limits. She’d never wet herself since she was little. She couldn’t even honestly say she could recall a time where she considered herself “desperate”. Her parents were always firm believers of trying before leaving the house, and always went out of their way to find a bathroom in a hurry if she even hinted at needing to go.
A few days before the start of her year long research project, Catherine sat down and started to plan out the basics. Because she was including so little formal research, she knew she had to dazzle the board members by covering as many of her bases as she could. That meant a lot of charts and graphs and definitions.
She started out by deciding she would only pee when she “really needed to go”. One sentence in and she already realized she needed to quantify and define her thought process.
Catherine looked around online for a little bit and found an absolutely dizzying amount of 1-10 scales with varying specifics. However, they all worked under the general premise of 1 = just went or can’t go and 10 = can’t hold it or going.
She didn’t like any of them, though. The whole concept felt flawed to her. It was too subjective in nature - one person’s 8 could be another’s 6.
After brainstorming for a while, Catherine created her own “How badly do I have to pee” scale system. Each increment correlated directly to a physical feeling or action in order to make it as objective as possible.
1 = Still sitting on the toilet from the previous pee (for males, still holding your genitals.)
2 = Exiting bathroom from previous pee.
3 = First awareness of needing to relieve yourself. The proverbial “bladder ping”.
4 = First time your hand subconsciously moves over or near your groin.
5 = First time your legs cross.
6 = First time you openly admit your need to use the bathroom to either yourself or others around you.
7 = Second time either you cross your legs or your hand finds its way to your genitals.
8 = First time you actually physically grab yourself in an attempt to help hold it.
9 = Fear of not being able to make it sets in.
10 = Either making it, or not.
She acknowledged there were some flaws to it, but there was no “when you feel...” or “when you would normally...”. It was all as objective as Catherine could make the relatively subjective act of holding your pee.
With that done, she was able to circle back and complete the main premise of the paper and study - she would only allow herself to pee when she really needed to. After reviewing her brand new chart, she settled on a 7 as the defining moment when she would allow herself to actively seek relief.
Her immediate plan was to wait until she was at an 8, but then realized there would be highly impractical and embarrassing times to have to physically hold herself just to be allowed to go. However, she could play off something like crossing her legs for a second or third time.
Perfect. She had a base plan to build off of. Nothing left to do but actually get started.
The night before she embarked on a year long endeavor to learn as much about prolonging peeing as she could, Catherine was understandably nervous. This was a serious undertaking. She was about to alter how she managed a basic human need for an entire year!
As she neared midnight, the starting time for her study, she debated if she should be completely empty, or start however full she happened to be at the time.
As 11:58 drew near, Catherine decided as empty as possible was the way to start something like this. She headed to her bathroom, sat on her toilet, and let out what ended up being substantially more than she thought she was holding. Good thing she decided to start empty.
Catherine watched between her legs as her stream trickled dribbled, then finally ended, she stayed seated, and made no move to wipe herself. A few drops casually rolled down her and dropped off, but she remained unconcerned.
11:59 rolled around and Catherine tried to pee again. She found some success as a weak dribble streamed out of her for a few seconds followed by a dozen rogue drops.
11:59 and 50 seconds and Catherine pushed one last time. 5.... drop. 4.... drop. 3.... nothing. 2.... drop. 1... Catherine gave a last squeeze of her bladder to be met with a single, final drop at the stroke of midnight.
“Hell of a way to start a study,” Catherine whispered to herself as she wiped her nethers, realizing she was at a 1 on her new scale. She chuckled softly for moment. What was she doing?
The first day of the year long study for her paper was a challenge, to say the least. There was quite a learning curve.
Catherine had started at the beginning of a few days off on purpose. There was bound to be a few sticky points to work through. And all too quickly, the first sticky point came to fruition.
Catherine lazily woke up the morning after her midnight start time to a comfortably cool Spring morning. She was all nestled in a cocoon of blankets. As she started to stretch, she suddenly became cold, and felt a dull heaviness in her lower belly.
She groggily uncocooned herself and stumbled into her bathroom, tugging down her pajama pants and underwear before plopping herself on her porcelain throne.
She felt the relief coming as her bladder contracted, the pee rushing down her urethra, ready for escape. Until...
Catherine leapt up and crammed her hand between her legs as she felt her pee find its way out all over her hands and legs. She squeezed everything as hard as she could to try and stem the flow.
It took a few seconds of standing in the middle of her bathroom floor, hunched over with her hands crammed deep, but her stream died down and eventually stopped.
Well this was a problem. Actually... No. This was several problems.
First and foremost at the top of her list, Catherine still had to pee. |
Catherine was about halfway through the walk to the Park at this point. She smiled inwardly as she thought back to the early days of her study.
At that time, she still had so much to learn, and so many embarrassing moments ahead of her. Look at her now! Going to her first day of a new job with only a brief glance at the bathroom. Sure, she could go, but she felt confidence in herself. She almost felt comfortable with the dull pressure in her bladder. This was the type of feeling she hoped to one day give to her patients.
As she walked, she continued to think back to the early days when she fortunately remembered at the absolute last second about her solo study for her paper, and leapt off the toilet. At the very least, she had kept her integrity there. Even though she was literally only 8 hours into it.
Since she was only peeing when she really needed to, she contemplated where she fell on her new system. Technically, since pee had just come out of her, she was at a 1. However, she also currently had a hand delved deep into her crossed legs to hold it, which made her an 8. According to her rough set of rules, she was allowed to go.
Caught with indecision, Catherine opted to charge ahead with her second most problem - she was in dire need of a shower. Peeing down your own legs left an uncomfortable feeling.
As if her bladder agreed, she was able to remove her hand and stand up straight without risk of losing anymore. She guessed that officially made her a 1 out of 10, despite still having the dull heaviness of needing to go.
Catherine stepped out of her drenched pajama pants and underwear, and pulled off her cami top. She was about to get in the shower as she caught a reflection of herself in the mirror. Her lower belly bulged out a little more than normal. A direct result of her ongoing need to let go of most of last night’s pee. It was just odd, seeing herself like this. She’d never purposefully held it before.
Even more odd for her to see was the wet drops decorating the short hairs between her legs. She’d been wet there before. Every time she peed, of course. But knowing it, and seeing it staring back at her in the mirror were 2 very different things.
The shower itself was physically uneventful, save for an excessive amount of scrubbing both between her legs, and down her legs. Mentally, however, Catherine was running on high.
Had she just wet herself? Even with her pants and underwear down, in her own bathroom, she hadn’t been in complete complete control. When was the last time that happened? Not since she was little, surely. And even then, Catherine had a hard time recalling any time at all she hadn’t gone in a toilet. Of course, she almost never held it. And certainly never on purpose.
And now, what could she do? As she crossed her legs while washing over her belly, she was a 5. But she also openly admitted to herself she needed to go, which made her a 6. Neither of which allowed her to actually go though.
Even as she crossed her legs several more times while toweling off and getting out of the shower, making her a 7 which allowed her to go, she held it. She had a lot of work to do.
Throwing on nothing more than the first pair of panties she could grab when she reached into her drawer (a pair of purple stripped high waiste), and an old T-shirt with a band logo, Catherine sat at her desk to get started.
First off, how to classify what happened in the bathroom? She didn’t have an accident because she had clearly made it to the toilet in time. But she did wet herself. But her underwear and pants were down.
Her pencil tapped on the desk, legs crossed. It was so hard to think having to pee so bad!
Catherine took a deep breath. “Calm down,” She told herself. “This is what you’re trying to do here. You’re in control. You’re not going to pee yourself. But a lot of people may not be so lucky. You’re doing this for them.”
For some reason, this helped as she uncrossed her legs and started to write.
Successful pee = complete or mostly complete emptying of bladder in controlled manner (may or may not be in toilet), AND underwear and/or pants remain dry.
Leak = underwear and/or pants become obviously dampened or wet (either physically or visually), but bladder remains noticeably filled.
Accident = inconveniently or without intention, underwear and/or pants become obviously dampened or wet visually, AND there is noted relief in bladder fullness (may or may not feel completely empty).
Wetting = conveniently or intentionally pee, dampening or wetting underwear and/or pants, AND there is noted relief in bladder fullness.
Unsuccessful pee = mostly incomplete emptying of bladder (started off intentionally peeing with expectation of being successful pee), AND underwear and/or pants remain dry.
Spurt = small amount of pee released intentionally or unintentionally in manner that allows underwear and/or pants to remain dry.
And there it was. Catherine dropped her pencil and sat back to admire her work, recrossing her legs. She had quantified every event that she could think of.
Going by this thought process, she had a leak earlier in the bathroom. Which somehow made her feel better that she didn’t have an accident or wet herself. Even though it was a justification, it helped a lot to think about it that way.
Catherine pushed back away from her desk, very ready for the first successful pee of her study until a sinking feeling hit her gut - every reliable study she’d ever seen had a pre-trial baseline or benchmark to compare the end results with, and either prove or disprove the main thesis.
All of them, except hers.
Catherine sighed and put a hand between her legs as she recrossed them, forcing her fingers deep towards her urethra. She’d never had to go this bad before. How would she know how far to push it? Would she know when she’s about to wet herself?
“Wait,” She said aloud, trying to get ahold of her thoughts again. Why was it so hard to focus when you really need to pee? Is this how it would be for the next year?
Catherine frowned at that prospect before coming to a realization.
“That’s it,” She whispered. “I just have to pee.”
Despite being chilly out, Catherine three on a pair of gym shorts in an attempt to put the least amount of pressure on her bladder. The old band T-shirt would have to do. She couldn’t bring herself to waste time strapping herself into a bra and finding another shirt.
Time was of the essence and her bladder was the stop watch. |
So I've lurked for a while and decided to share something I wrote, loosely based on a picture. If you have suggestions for things you'd like to see more of, things you'd like to see less of, or just other ideas to write please let me know.
On a remote stretch of the western Pacific Ocean a cruiser looked up into a perfectly, annoyingly, clear blue sky. “Not even any scout planes. Hey, Myoko is this really where they said we were supposed to go?”
“Give it time, we've only been here for an hour.” her sister ship and their flotilla's flagship replied. “Even if they were just testing our reactions, we can't leave until we're sure that nothing bigger is coming.”
“If anything big came we'd just end up running back home,” Ashigara muttered “How much longer do they want us to stay to figure that out anyway?”
“As long as it takes the destroyers to run their search pattern, assuming they don't find anything. Just try to enjoy the weather, at least we aren't on one of the northern routes.”
“Abyssal patrol spotted, changing course to pursue!” Akebono, the first of their destroyer escorts called out.
“Finally! Let's go, let's go, we can't let them escape after all!” As her turbines howled and her screws churned the sea behind her a grin spread across Ashigara’s face. A sortie without a good fight was just wasted time; how kind of the abyss to finally deliver one.
“Ashigara, don't run ahead of the destroyers!” Myoko yelled after her overeager sister, to little effect.
This was what she truly lived for. The wind in her hair, the spray over her bow as she chased down the enemy was the sort of thrill that couldn't be found anywhere else. The black plumes from the abyssal ships just coming into sight over the horizon were her cue to set her rangefinders searching for their first glimpse of the ships themselves - if they could be called ships at all. The sooner she could send those creepy, toothy monsters back to the depths where they belonged the better.
“Torpedoes incoming, 30 degrees off the starboard bow,” Oboro, the more taciturn of their escorts reported.
Throwing her rudder to full starboard, Ashigara leaned into as hard a turn as she could manage to minimize the area presented to the torpedoes. The first of the spread shot past to her left, its passage only visible from the trail of bubbles behind it. Another followed behind it, close enough to her that she could spot the glowing eye and white teeth of the torpedo itself. Straining her eyes to see any other dark torpedoes in the water she was rewarded by the sight of a third running off to her right and let out a sigh of relief.
A sudden thud and flare of pain in her right leg forced her to stumble and very nearly fall to one knee. Sneaky little bastards were getting clever. As she tried to turn away to pull back behind the destroyer screen she could feel her right side sinking lower and lower into the waves. With a hole below the waterline, water would keep pouring in as fast as she was moving through it; she couldn't keep this speed up. Slowing down was begging for a follow-up attack from the submarine but the certain danger of flooding outweighed that possibility. As she let her screws slow and stop she could only hope that the destroyers would be able to force the sub to keep its head down.
“Oboro, depth charges on the sub! Akebono, set up for a torpedo run on the destroyers, I'll cover you!” Myoko hurriedly issued orders as she maneuvered herself between her stricken sister and the enemy guns.
With her engines shut off Ashigara coasted to a stop in the water giving her damage control crews enough breathing room to get some semblance of control over the situation. She could feel sections of her stores and bunkrooms filled to their roofs with water, but her turrets and machinery spaces seemed to have been spared. The more pressing issue was how much lower her right side was sitting in the water than the left; she wouldn't be able to keep her balance like this and capsizing out here was never going to end well. Even trying to reach the flooded areas to drain them was impossible for her crew at this point, leaving intentionally flooding the opposite side of the ship the only viable option to stay afloat. When it was done the waves reached just above Ashigara's knees, but she could at least stay upright.
The gunfire around her seemed to have stopped as well, Oboro having forced the sub back into the depths and Akebono and Myoko managing to sink or drive off the surface vessels.
“What have I kept telling you about rushing ahead like that?” Myoko fought to keep herself from shouting “What would have happened if the rest of us had been a little further behind?”
“That it's reckless and dangerous.” Ashigara grumbled as she tried to find a comfortable way to stand on her injured leg.
“Maybe it will actually sink in now.” The flagship bit out. “Come on, give me your hand, you're not going to be able to get back to base under your own power. Akebono, Oboro, run ahead and sweep for subs, we'll keep an eye out for any planes, alright?” Myoko received a chorus of affirmatives as the destroyers zipped off on their assigned tasks.
--
If the expedition before her run-in with the sub was tedious, then the last two hours were absolutely mind-numbing - not to mention embarrassing. Here she was, a fast, elegant cruiser wallowing along under tow like a barge with nothing to do but look for abyssal aircraft and try not to sink any further. Every time a bigger wave hit her she could feel the masses of water inside her slosh back and forth, not far enough to capsize her but more than enough to be uncomfortable.
Ashigara turned to face her sister ship. “Can we please just go a bit faster? I've still got half of my engines working.”
“For the last time, no. Going faster puts too much strain on your repairs. The regulations are there for a reason,” the other cruiser responded without even turning to look at her. “Unless an entire fleet starts chasing us this is as fast as we're going.”
“If we were moving faster they wouldn't have such an easy time catching us.” Ashigara shifted her weight between her legs, trying to find a more comfortable position. “I'd be able to get in the repair baths and the destroyers sound like they want to get home soon too.”
As if to drive her point home, the smaller ships asked the same question they had been asking every half hour. “How much longer are we going to be out here anyway? We're already an hour past the time we were supposed to return,” Akebono complained over the radio.
Myoko could already feel a headache starting between her eyes. “We're still a few hours out at this pace. Is there something wrong?”
“U-um, no. Nope, nothing wrong,” the destroyer lied unconvincingly.
Focusing her rangefinders on the destroyers ahead of them, Myoko could just make out the purple-haired destroyer fidgeting and shifting her weight from leg to leg. ‘Ah, so it's like that,’ she thought to herself.
“We'll be home as soon as we can, but be sure to ask for a break if you need one.” She knew it wasn't likely for someone as headstrong as Akebono to ask, but the offer was there. One of two ships under her command that fit that description really.
--
As their fleet passed into the harbor, Ashigara had to make a conscious effort not to let herself relax too much. Until she was safely in dock things could always go wrong. As they approached the slipways the shipgirls deployed from and returned to, she could see the base’s repair ship Akashi waiting at the top. Myoko stayed to support her sister and keep her from drifting, but the destroyers eagerly headed in from the longer than expected expedition. Watching the destroyers rush up the slipway, with more than a little fidgeting and crossing of legs, heading off for rest, repairs, and likely the restroom she couldn't help but feel a bit jealous. As the destroyers headed for the dorms Akashi made her way down and out onto the water to make her initial checks.
“Are the abyssals getting clever or did she get a bit over-excited again?” she asked, carefully coming to a stop within reach of the two cruisers.
Myoko let out a long-suffering sigh “Some combination of the two. We've already had words about it.” The heavy cruiser shot a pointed glance at her sister ship, leaning on her shoulder.
“The sub got lucky, that's all,” Ashigara grumbled, earning her a flick to the forehead from Akashi.
“A lucky hit is still a hit. Myoko, If you want to go get started on the mission report, I can take care of Ashigara from here.”
“Are you sure? If you need an extra pair of hands I can stay to help.”
“I'm not sinking, stop worrying so much,” she protested, shifting to move closer to Akashi. “You already dragged me back here, just go get your work done. Everything will be fine.”
Myoko sighed. “If you say so. Don't hesitate to have someone come and get me if you do need help though.” As the heavy cruiser turned and sailed towards the docks there was a slight tension in her body. Debriefings could be time-consuming on a good day, and were usually even longer when someone had gotten hurt. Myoko could only hope she would get a chance to find a bathroom before rather than after.
“So, let's get started,” the pink haired shipgirl said as her fairy engineers came out of hatches on her rigging. “Any severe aches and pains or difficulty moving that I should know about?”
“My leg's sore, but nothing much beyond the flooding.”
"I guess the sub isn't the only one that got lucky then. No obvious damage to your turrets or magazines and just flooding in your machinery spaces," Akashi confirmed.
"So I can go get in the repair baths then?" Ashigara asked with just a bit too much eagerness in her voice.
"Ah, about that. Your repair crew's running the pumps as hard as they can, right?"
The cruiser nodded in the affirmative.
"You're too low in the water right now. If you try to use the slipways like this you'll scrape the bottom and make that torpedo hit worse. I can send fairies over to help empty out the floodwater but you'll have to do it here."
It took a few seconds for her to process just what the repair ship was suggesting, her face getting redder and redder as she did. "H-here!? You want me to j-just do something like that in the middle of the harbor, where everyone can see?" she hissed.
"You're too damaged for it to be safe to let you head back out into the ocean just for some privacy. The sooner we get this over with the sooner we can get you repaired, alright?" She held out a hand with a few little damage control fairies and a set of equally small pumps as she spoke.
Ashigara grimaced. ‘At least it's less of an audience than it would have been with Myoko here,’ she thought, taking aboard the very small damage control team. As they made their way inside she began the other preparations for what she was about to do. Gingerly, taking care not to tear the little fabric left on its right side, she hiked the front of her skirt up to her waist while pointing herself towards the closest thing she could find to an unoccupied stretch of shoreline. With the damage they'd taken her white tights were going to be a write-off anyway, she mused as she pulled them down to her knees, hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her underwear before hesitating.
"You're sure there isn't another way?" The cruiser looked pleadingly at the repair ship.
"You're already going to be in the repair baths for long enough, don't push it," Akashi huffed.
"Ugh, I get it, I get it," Ashigara grumbled. With the water coming close to her knees she couldn't get her underwear off normally, and lowering them far enough for someone behind her to see would be one humiliation too many for the day, so she left them sitting just low enough to uncover her unmentionables. A shiver ran up her spine as the sea breeze brushed against her exposed skin, drawing out a spurt of liquid as it passed. Following one last check for people on the shoreline, Ashigara parted her lips and let all the water that had been tormenting her pour out. As her stream splashed into the water in front of her she couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. It was like having a weight lifted off of her shoulders, quite literally if the way she was slowly rising in the water was anything to go by. Ashigara certainly wasn't any stranger to relieving herself on the water - there wasn't anywhere else to go in the middle of the ocean after all - but she'd always avoided exposing herself like this within sight of land. She'd deny it if anyone asked, but there was something wonderfully satisfying about feeling the sea breeze down there and seeing the splash as the ocean inside her rejoined the one she floated on. But once the initial euphoria of finally getting to empty herself had passed, it became a good bit harder to ignore the circumstances of her relief. She was peeing almost as publicly as it was possible to get, out on the harbor for anyone to see, with someone else right next to her. With her cheeks burning she turned to look at the person that got her into this mess.
"Do you really need to be watching this so closely?"
"Honestly." The repair ship crossed her arms and huffed. "It's not like it's anything I haven't seen before, and yes I do. If the water's drained unevenly there's still a risk of capsizing, and since my fairies are part of the process I couldn't exactly ignore it if I wanted to."
Soon enough the torrent of water began to slow, spraying against the inside of her thigh for a short time before stopping. After what had felt like an eternity, that weight and pressure in her lower half was finally gone, leaving just soreness from her injuries and an overwhelming sense of relief. Taking a glance down at her legs, she could see that she was floating at her normal draft again, her feet sitting safely on the surface of the harbor. Unfortunately she could also see that the upper half of her tights were only slightly less wet than the half that had been submerged and her underwear had only fared a little better. With a considerable amount of reluctance she pulled her underwear back up, cringing as the wet fabric pressed against her body, and lowered her skirt. Now that she was able to move more freely she pulled her tights off, vowing to get rid of them as quickly as possible and wincing as her hand brushed against the bruise where the abyssal torpedo had hit.
“Feel better?” Akashi asked, holding out a hand to steady her patient. “I think that's the most I've ever seen come out of a cruiser.”
“A bit,” Ashigara sighed. “I'd feel even better if I could just get in the baths and pretend this didn't happen though.”
“I think that can be arranged,” Akashi chuckled as the two shipgirls made their way onto dry land. |
"Oogh...Ayla too much skull-smash..." Curled up in the Ioka Village's Chief hut, clutching the furry bristles of her animal pelt mat, Ayla suffered under the morning aftereffects of a traditional 65,000,000 B.C. party. But how could they not celebrate? The tribe had been graced by the arrival of four strange, but strong fellows named Crono, Marle, Lucca, and an especially unusual one named Robo. And, in the midst of the music and bobonga, Ayla and Crono had competed in a skull-smash drinking contest. Even though Ayla had drunk less than her opponent, she was still feeling the powerful ramifications of all those fluids, as well as the painful, pounding reminder why the liquid had gotten its name.
She wasn't going to laze around all day, but right now, she wanted nothing more than a little extra time to sleep off the hangover. Which, of course, meant that four people had to come running into her tent, the four new people. "We've got a problem," Lucca shouted, instantly doubling the stabbing agony in Ayla's head. "Something important of ours was stolen!"
"It may be difficult for Ayla to respond, given the high volume of impurities in the fluids circulating in her system from the previous night," Robo informed. "Not unlike you were carrying until this morning, prior to expulsion."
While Crono was still out of it thanks to drinking even more skull-smash than Ayla, Marle and Lucca were taken aback. "W-were you watching us, Robo," Marle exclaimed, with a bright blush across her cheeks.
"Affirmative. I found your rushed excursion to the denser flora to be unusual."
Everybody was silent for the next few seconds, before Lucca commented, "I'll need to go in and delete those memories later."
Despite Robo's concerns, Ayla groaned and stumbled to her feet. "Stolen? Must be reptites! Leader Azala strong, very mean! Ayla fight, but never beat!" With a clear goal in mind and a drive in her blood, the prehistoric woman dropped on all fours and dashed past everyone, straight out the flaps of her hut, leaving the pelt blowing in the breeze. Lucky for everyone that she had been too tired to undress to nothing before falling asleep last night, so she was instead in her usual wear as she ran out into the open: a gray fur scarf hanging past her waist, gray fur top wrapped around her voluptuous chest, and gray fur bottoms beneath a gray fur skirt. To a more modern, 1000 AD eye, it looked more like she was dressed for a slightly chilly day at the beach. Not very fashionable, but functional and easy to move in, along with showcasing her muscular, battle-hardened build.
So gung-ho, nobody else was mentally prepared to follow Ayla, not before she came back to fetch them. "Follow Ayla! Know way to reptites!" Being the only guide they had, everyone followed the cavewoman, south out of Ioka Vilage, straining to keep up.
However, even though she was the one setting the pace, Ayla was struggling as well. With every bound forward, every shake as her palms and toes hit the ground and propelled her further forward, she felt a ripple radiate throughout her body, from her stomach to her extremities, as the contents of her bladder sloshed around and collided with its walls with the force of an ocean wave, twice every second.
Ayla was confident in her strength, and that extended to her bladder. While out hunting for either food or materials, it was often safer to hold off on relieving oneself, sometimes for extended periods of time. There was no benefit in waiting too long, as she had chastised her partner Kino for several times, but in a time-sensitive situation like now, it was better to wait. She could handle the mild pressure in her abdominal region until the reptites were dealt with.
That was easier said than done, of course, when Ayla looked around at her surroundings, now consisting of many thick, tall, luscious green trees. While she was capable of holding it, if she had no reason to, she would readily release her bodily fluids on a tree. Aside from there being nowhere more suitable to do her business, it was satisfying to stand against the trunk and spray the bark down, with the volume serving as proof of her strength and endurance. And she lived in a time before modesty was created, so being in a party was not an obstacle. It became a matter of weighing which would be more detrimental: stopping everyone to pee, or having her fighting prowess deteriorate due to desperation.
"Grawr!" Whether she'd be fighting was soon decided for her, as from the thick treeline came a large golden beast, bipedal with horns and wings, known to the Ioka as a Bao Bao. And, for a dumb animal, it knew what it was doing, cornering the team in a narrow passage, leaving room for only Ayla, Crono, and Lucca to engage. With no regard to her internal needs, Ayla's feral nature took hold, and she growled right back, as Crono unsheathed his sword and Lucca drew her gun. Ayla, however, relied on nothing more than her fists to get the job done, not even a wooden club, and held her hands in front of her, ready to rumble.
However, even without being weighed down by weaponry, Crono still beat Ayla to the punch on attacking, leaping towards the Bao Bao with his sword held to his side, and swung it in a powerful arc...missing the creature entirely. Clearly, he was still a bit under the weather. Even he seemed surprised, as he froze entirely after the whiff, looking at his sword like it was the problem. So distracted was Crono, he was caught off-guard by Bao Bao thrusting an arm out and wrapping its massive hands around his torso, lifting his feet off the ground, reeling back with the pitch, and tossing the poor man straight at Ayla.
With a sturdy stance. ready for the throw, Ayla opened her arms and caught Crono in a hug-like embrace, and while she endured much of the force, the speed still knocked her off her feet and sent them both flying into a tree. Good thing Crono had a couple cushions for his head in the collision, and even as Ayla's bare back rubbed against the rough bark, she wasn't fazed. At least, not because of direct pain.
To say that the impact shook up something fierce inside Ayla would be putting it very, very mildly. "Oof! Ayla hurt!" Every ounce of urine in her bladder jolted and jumped as a result of the crash, causing the heavy liquid to land with excess gravitational force against the floor of the internal organ, putting unnecessary stress on her urethra. And, given that she had quite the capacity and endurance, to the point she'd have to be really full to even feel anything, that was a lot of sudden weight. Even as Crono got off her and rushed back into battle, and Ayla attempted to stand up, she doubled over and pressed her muscular thighs together to stay dry.
Eventually, the strong desire subsided, and she was back on her feet with her usual vigor. But clearly, she had spent too long out of the game, as by the time she was ready to rumble, Lucca already had a ring of fire circling her, directing it forward with an extension of the arm, setting the Bao Bao ablaze, more than enough to put it down for good. And just watching that, Ayla's internal struggle was forgotten, as she rushed to Lucca's side with wonder in her eyes. "Amazing! How you make fire?"
"Well...I'm not sure I can explain it in a way that you can comprehend," Lucca dodged, looking off to the side instead of maintaining eye contact with Ayla.
The silence that followed was thick enough to be cut with the blunt end of a mop handle, though Ayla was still hopping around Lucca, eager to learn her secrets...and because she had quite the desperation that required dancing to stave off. Even as each leap sloshed her pee around, with what little room it had to ripple in her expanding bladder, the motions kept her mind off the pain.
But even that was interrupted by an interjection from Robo. "My scanners indicate the presence of further creatures in these woods. If we wish to pursue the reptites, it would be wise to continue, without haste."
Marle concurred. "We don't know what the reptites could do with that Gate Key, there could be some very dire consequences if we don't get it back soon."
A chorus of agreement rang out, and the party dashed off, deeper into the forest maze towards the reptite lair. Because of her running stance, and her need to guide the rest, Ayla took the lead with her cat-like gait. She was moving fast, but she was no longer so confident in being able to easily stay dry until they had caught the reptites. She really had to pee, after all.
However, despite being fully aware of her need, Ayla refused to make a stop to relieve herself before continuing. "Crono strong. Crono friends strong. Ayla show Ayla strong too!"
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After exiting the forest maze, the team was met with the entrance to a mountain, serving as the reptite's lair. There was some discussion on a plan of attack with Lucca and Robo, formulating a strategy, at least until Ayla rushed straight in, head-on. After all, she was in a bit of a hurry to get this over with. Both to get revenge on the reptites for messing with her and her friends, and to relieve herself of the task at hand so she could relieve herself without worry. She just wasn't expecting that hasty attitude would lead the group astray, down hole after hole without making any true progress. They had spent close to an hour in here now.
"Ooh...too much Ayla water..." And Ayla's condition had deteriorated significantly in that time. With every new room, every battle, every attack, the weight of her bladder seemed to grow, and the bulge on her toned tummy seemed to expand. The pent-up urine continued to tease her private parts with an outward pressure, like a dam holding back an incredible flood. Her midsection's temperature spiked as the pee was affected by, and sapped, her body heat. Even her seemingly inhuman abilities were suffering as a result of her dire need.
While the craggy walls of the caverns weren't quite as appealing or tempting as the plentiful plant life outside when it came to suitable territory for marking, at this stage, Ayla was willing to consider anything. Thoughts cascaded through her mind of a waterfall of her pee cascading down the cracks and crevasses, leaving a shiny, foamy trail to the ground in a massive puddle.
The only thing keeping her from following through with that fantasy was pride. As the group fought their way through reptites and many other hostile creatures, and Ayla began to slip, she could see just how strong her friends were. That was great, she loved seeing more strong people, but she didn't want to fall behind, especially when they were bending the very elements of nature to their whims. And they hadn't stopped to take a leak, so neither would she. If she could help it.
But amidst her pain, they stood in the deepest corridors of the reptite lair, standing before a wide entranceway. The whole cave system had a putrid scent that Ayla was more than familiar with, but it was stronger than ever here. "Azala smell strong! Must be near!" Everybody looked between each other, nodded, and rushed in.
As soon as they entered, a deeper female voice echoed across the walls. "Could the humans really be capable of creating something so advanced?"
Recognizing the voice, Ayla dropped to her hands and feet, bared her teeth, and growled. "Azala!"
Hearing her name, the reptite queen turned to face the party, with the stolen Gate Key in her claws. "Oh, a group of humans come to find me. Though, these other humans seem to be cut from finer cloth than you, Ayla. Perhaps they will better be able to answer my question." Azala held the Gate Key out before her. "What is the purpose of this device?"
Since she couldn't give even an inkling of an answer, Ayla could only watch as everyone else silently watched the situation, giving no answers. And because it was so silent, a silence that seemed to drag on for millenia, she had the time and opportunity to reflect on her bladder once more. Not that she could avoid thinking about it anymore, with just how all-encompassing the pain coursing through her veins now was. It was no longer just the weight bothering her, but the intense pressure paired with it. This pee wanted to get out, and it felt like her rock-hard bladder was taking every step to force it out, with only Ayla's mighty muscles able to hold it back. In her horizontal stance, butt raised in the air, she shook and shivered, resisting the urge to shoot a stream from behind in her current stance.
Never in a million years would Ayla imagine she could possibly become so desperate to pee, and she couldn't imagine it ever happening again, even if she lasted two million years. A growing portion of her better judgment commanded her to run out of the room, drop her bottoms, and release the flood. A smaller part was even recommending she do it in front of everybody, in front of Azala. A cavewoman's sense of biology may have been comparatively lacking, but she was aware enough to realize that the searing pain below her stomach was bad.
"No! Ayla strong! Ayla win!" With the five of them working together, Azala wouldn't stand a chance, even if Ayla was splitting her strength the entire time.
"I should have expected I wouldn't get a straight answer from humans," Azala sighed. "Never mind, then. If you won't help me, then I'll just get you out of my way." Raising an arm in a commanding fashion, the reptite queen called out. "Nizbel!"
No sooner did she shout the name that the caverns began shaking with a quaking force in regular intervals. Robo remained gyroscopically stable, but all the humans began stumbling, holding their arms out to their sides for balance. Lucca even fell to one knee. And, of course, every tremor caused a crash of urine against Ayla's bladder walls, and especially against the exit chute. Truthfully, a couple hot dribbles soon pooled in her clothing, and she quickly bucked her legs into the air to change her stance, into one where her legs could press together while keeping the quadrupedal posture.
Finally, the source of the shaking revealed itself as a triceratops monster, presumably the Nizbel that Azala called for, emerged from a cave in the back, looking mean and malicious. And Azala was all too pleased about that. "At least I'll be free from you irritating, inferior humans." Taking a step back, the reptite queen hid behind Nizbel, while the humans (plus Robo) readied for battle.
Just looking at Nizbel, Ayla could tell that this battle was sure to be a difficult one. The dino was tall and muscular, in a way that the cavewoman could only dream of one day achieving. And it looked mad, belting out a mighty roar.
But Crono would not be deterred, and he raised both arms in the air, as a spiral of sparkles formed in the empty space between. Once again, he was making full use of his magical, elemental control, as he summoned a devastating bolt of lightning from the heavens above, in this deep, underground cave, striking Nizbel with a crackling sizzle. Their expedition so far had led them to discover that dinosaurs had a weakness to lightning, a shock that brought their defenses to near-zero, making for a strong opening move.
And opened Nizbel up for a fantastic one-two punch. Being cold-blooded, the dinosaurs were also vulnerable to low temperatures, and that's where Marle stepped in, with the frosty mist forming around her outstretched palms, rapidly forming into a miniature glacier above her person. Or, rather, above another's head. "Ayla, catch!" This was a move the two had discovered would work recently, where Marle used her water magic to create an ice boulder, several times Ayla's size, for the cavewoman to throw at an opponent.
Problem was, Ayla was a bit distracted at the moment, for obvious reasons. So, when Marle called her name, she was jolted upright, shocked, and she hurriedly put her hands in the air to catch the ice. Unfortunately, because she got into the stance so hastily, her feet weren't planted correctly as the heavy load dropped into her grasp, and her knees buckled. Not enough to cause her to drop it, but her subsequent toss wasn't as strong as it could have been. Only strong enough to fly into Nizbel's face hard enough to shatter and push the stunned beast back.
Nizbel wasn't out quite yet, though. Though still dazed, sparks began to fly off the dinosaur's body with a popping and crackle, growing in volume and intensity with every passing second. However, it only came to a head as Crono charged in, blade at the ready. Just before the sword could cut Nizbel's flesh, the monster's eyes shot open, and the sparks formed together into an aura of lightning, one that soon shot forth in all directions. All of a sudden, Nizbel was back, in full fighting form, no longer held back by the electricity.
And that electricity did a lot worse than simply stun the fighting human party. While Crono was mostly able to bear through the shock, thanks to his innate thunder resistance, Marle took a heavy brunt of the pain, and Ayla had it even worse. Not so much due to the pure voltage, as Ayla had an incredible resistance to pain, but the involuntary spasms birthed from that electricity coursing through her. Meaning, another spurt of hot pee into her bottoms, dampening the crotch of her fur bikini significantly more than it was before.
The Ioka chief was strong, no denying it, but even she was beginning to fail. Her knees shook like these were arctic conditions, and against her pride, she doubled over and squeezed her meaty thighs together. It was nice to provide a little physical wall against her urethra, but it did little to pacify the tsunami within. She was already a bit wet from the earlier spurts, which made it even harder to resist soaking herself further. Anybody with sense would give up by now, before they seriously hurt themselves just trying to hold pee.
"Grawgh! Ayla...Ayla not lose!" With her teeth clenched, Ayla pounced onto Nizbel, scratching at the dinosaur's face ferociously with sharp fingernail claws, over and over again. This time, Nizbel was on guard, so the assault wasn't doing much for damage, but Ayla couldn't be faulted for her tenacity. She was only stopped when the monster's large fingers wrapped around her body and tossed her away.
Though she was thrown with force, Ayla didn't go flying into a wall, and landed on her feet pretty well. But that doesn't mean it was without pain, because this was the strongest jolt to her bladder yet. This time, she froze in place, as her body went all-in on securing her vast quantities of urine, with no movement apart from some violent shivering and quivering pupils. And a tiny dribble of water droplets from between her legs, practically invisible in the dark caverns.
This was it, Ayla was at her limit. No human could last long with this much urine inside them, even the cavewoman was pushing believability here. She had leaked enough to always be feeling the little puddle in her pants, sticking to her privates, an amount that could have easily already served as a catalyst for a full wetting. And maybe it should have, put an end to the pain so she could focus on the fight, and wash her clothes once all was said and done. She'd certainly feel better.
But what would giving up say about her? What would it say about the strength of the Ioka Tribe, if their chief had no choice but to pee herself? Around other strong people, around Azala, that simply wasn't an option. Steeling herself for the greatest pain she'd ever experienced, Ayla resolved to hold it until the fight was done, no matter what it took.
Unfortunately, said decision meant she was only fighting at a fraction of her full power. The cycle continued as it had the first time, with Crono stunning Nizbel with lightning, Marle using ice, and Ayla with her raw strength. They would get a few attacks in, Nizbel would discharge the electricity (which of course further pushed Ayla every time, leaving her to kiss her wounds to feel better), and the loop would continue.
Finally, just when Ayla's mind was about to break, drowning in urine, one final slash from Crono was enough to finally put Nizbel down for good. With a loud roar of pain, the dino collapsed onto the ground. And Azala was none too pleased about that. "Rrgh...you damn naked apes! Don't think you've proven any superiority yet!" Running off, the reptite queen dropped the Gate Key, whose true purpose she was still unaware of, and retreated somewhere the dangerous humans wouldn't chase.
Lucca ran to the fallen device and picked it up, rotating it in her hands to inspect every corner. "Good, the Gate Key looks fine."
Ayla, meanwhile, couldn't care less about the stolen good itself, and had instead followed Azala with her eyes. "Yeah! Azala run, and Azala not come bAGH!" And there it was. Ayla got excited from their victory, and with her concentration slipping even a slight percentage, her bladder took over and began answering its own call. Her iron bladder was rock hard and burning a hole in her abdomen, quivering and pleading, and it was about to get its way. It was all too clear that Ayla wasn't making it back to the surface to pee somewhere normal.
Good thing Ayla wasn't concerned with where it was "normal" to pee. All that mattered was that she had won, so she could take a leak anywhere as she reveled in her victory. And she got right to that, running to the nearest wall with her hands on her crotch, fingers tensed as hard as could be, sweat causing her exposed skin to glisten in the limited light.
Marle seemed to be the only one that noticed Ayla's odd behavior. "Ayla, is something bothering you?"
With her end goal in sight, Ayla saw no reason to be secretive. "Ayla need make water!"
"Make wa...what are you talking about?" The questioning had caught everyone else's attention, meaning Marle, Crono, Lucca, and Robo were all watching as Ayla hobbled to the wall.
Which meant they all bore witness to what transpired when she reached her goal. Her knees were already partially bent from her stiff gait, and they stayed that way as she spread them as far apart as she could before losing balance, with her left hand reaching down and lifting her skirt, and her right hand pulled the crotch of her bottoms aside, a bit of a difficult task with how thick they were, especially without ripping them to shreds in the process. The latter was more the concern for someone of Ayla's abilities.
One of those abilities, as was soon discovered, was power pissing. Before she had even fully disrobed, meaning one last large splash of hot urine in her clothes, Ayla shot a harsh jet of pee from her prehistoric privates, golden with white-water streaks, slamming into the jagged stone with almost no height lost in the foot-long gap between her and the wall. The torrent crashed into the rock with such force that droplets flew off the point of impact constantly, and far enough that her legs were becoming moist with a thin layer of tinkle, as an added bonus to the trickles that got caught on her folds and instead snaked down her inner thighs.
As she whizzed all over the wall, the humid air around her seemed to warm up, thanks to the influence of her spilling bodily fluids. It had been pent up inside her body for so long, her personal heat had brought the warmth of her pee up to a boiling level. Even in the tepid air of these deep caverns, the difference in temperature caused a transparent steam to rise from the flowing fluids, at least to Ayla's eyes.
Not that Ayla was looking at the moment. Her eyes were rolling up, to the back of her skull, as her head drooped to face the ceiling and her jaw hung limp, drool dripping from the corner of her mouth. Her entire lower half seemed to shiver from the incredible force of the piss stream gushing forth, all as it crashed against a hard surface like a huge waterfall, creating a foamy ocean as it pooled on the floor after trailing down the crags and cracks in the wall, now surrounding and warming the soles of Ayla's bare feet.
And she was not bothered at all by it. On the contrary, she was in as much bliss as she had ever been. Her massive boulder of a bladder was rapidly shrinking and deflating, and each drop that exited left behind a shockwave of ecstasy that overpowered Ayla, sending her deep down into an inescapable pit of pleasure. And from deep within that rapidly-draining well, all that could be heard were inarticulate sighs and moans. "Aahhhh...hhaaahhhh...gggaaaahhhh..."
Yet, no matter how much the flood poured forth, it continued with no signs of a conclusion. Ayla was famous in the Ioka Tribe for her insane capacity, a chief had to be strong, and she was strong in many different ways beyond combat ability; namely capacity, holding, and the spray that followed. She had proven long ago that she could beat the men of her clan when it came to distance and power. Kino had challenged her a few times, just the two of them in the forest, and she had trounced him on all three fronts.
Still, she was only human, and her piddle began thinning, though with many spurts of full power punctuating the river, in a smooth decline until it was little more than a soft trickle, now falling directly into the gargantuan puddle at her feet. Once that was done and over with, a couple drops dripped out, both from within her body and what was stuck to her outer orifices, until she could summon nothing else forth. Letting her bottoms snap back into place and dropping her skirt, Ayla's head dropped forward as she panted a few times and smiled. "Phew...ah, Ayla feel much better now!"
Looking downwards, Ayla couldn't help but admire her handiwork. The shiny wall and bubbly mess on the ground were a pure testament to Ayla's bladder ability, in a way that she herself had never experienced. "Ayla make so much water..." Her new friends were already showing her how much inner strength she truly possessed. That was enough to be grateful for.
Speaking of her new friends, she turned back to face them with her usual enthusiasm. "Ayla finished now!" Even though she felt great, she found an odd scene when she rotated back around: Marle covering Crono's eyes, and Lucca, having climbed up on Robo's back, covering Robo's eyes, and everyone (sans Robo) had a bright blush on their cheeks. Ayla tiled her head, confused. "Why you hide eyes?"
"D-don't you have any shame, Ayla," Lucca called out. "You don't just...do something like that in the open! Especially not in front of guys!"
That answer did not help the cavewoman understand, not in the slightest. "Why so weird? Man, woman, all make water."
Stunned, the modern girls couldn't counter that argument. All they could do was look at each other, dumbfounded. "Society really has advanced in the last 65 million years," Marle realized, with the most awkward smile. Lucca could only nod in agreement.
And Ayla, far off to the side, was still in the dark. "Others strange. But they fun!" |
Description: This story will be divided into chapters in the form of 'days' in the story. I will post new chapters as I finish editing them, and also as people give me feedback on the previous ones. This story was made for a writing challenge in which the prompt was as follows:
'Make a story set in a fictional country where people are allowed to pee wherever they want.'
I hope you enjoy! Be sure to leave a comment and include your thoughts 🙂
Wednesday, June 26th, 2029
It had been a week since the Section 15 laws were repealed, outlawing once more the freedom of public and private urination at one’s desires. The half-shocked populace was growing restless and furious simultaneously, but fearful of the new rule. Everyone was awaiting the next move of oppression from the rebels, and in such a state, daily life was interrupted. The economy was plummeting, and normality skewed farther and farther away from an unscathed recovery. It was true that if gathered together, the population was a much stronger force than the group of tyrants, but at least some would die, and that was enough to prevent the provocation.
Silence temporarily settled over the meeting table, with the only remaining sounds being the fidgeting of hands and movement of drinks across the wooden surface. Amy, dressed in her usual military attire, save her aviators, took a sip of water to aid her pondering. Sophie, her closest ally and friend, sat beside her in a similar predicament. It was an idea drought caused by the heat of the unusually complicated situation, or perhaps the heat of the room. Humidity managed to creep in through some gap in the walls despite the overexerting labor of the air conditioner.
Amy had 10 followers, excluding herself and Sophie, who thought she was the one to overthrow the new rule. Some knew Amy for her military experience and her assertive perseverance, while others were complete strangers who were reaching for hope in the darkness. No matter who it was, Amy was set on a mission to ensure that their hopes would be fulfilled. She would lead them back to life the way it was one week ago, when the old government remained in power. She was sure of it, at least the day before, but now that the 12 of them sat together in one room, with not a spark of an idea, her certainly began to waver.
“The people can’t take this for much longer, we need to act,” she announced calmly, stating the obvious for the sole purpose of breaking the unbearably demoralizing silence.
Sophie unleashed a prolonged sigh, as if surrendering right then and there, and lowered her hands from her head onto the table. Just as she did that, her blonde hair closed like a curtain over her eyes forcing her to return to her previous pose.
“Act, but how? We are 12 in number with few valuable connections which could significantly help us. What is true is that the people can’t take this for long. I believe that is our key. We need to start recruiting in large numbers. People will initially be afraid, but eventually they will reach their limit and join. It’s the only way. If we build an army, we can march straight into the palace and take over. From there we will work on restoration.”
Amy nodded lightly to indicate her agreement but proceeded to consult her thoughts further. The plan was good – that she agreed on – but a good method for mass recruitment was slipping her mind.
In the meantime, Sophie’s proposal gave birth to a low level of chatter over the table, all of which seemed to speak of agreement. That was good. At least no conflict existed within the group. Amy however, sat increasingly infuriated at the forgetful nature of her mind. Something just inches out of reach of her memory was the solution to their problem; she was sure of it.
“What do you think Amy?” Sophie asked, a little perturbed at Amy’s contrasting expression compared to the group.
“Yes! I got it, finally. God damn memory is a pain in the ass to work with,” she exclaimed, sending Sophie back into her chair from her leaned in position.
“I know a guy named Jim. He runs the city’s most well-known printing press company. He can help us spread the news. We need to turn our little conspiracy into an open organization. It will be much harder to shut us down once we start growing,” Amy explained, beaming with delight.
“Then we go!” replied one of their group members, standing up with bursting readiness.
The group slowly rose from their chairs one by one and shifted to the doorway. Amy was to lead the way in her van while another one their group members would follow in the second vehicle. The 12 of them cramped into the 2 cars, with just enough space to seat all of them, and they were off.
Sophie sat beside Amy in the front seat, being the last to enter after closing the front door to the house. Once everyone was settled, Amy pulled away from the curb and maneuvered out of the driveway.
The trip remained relatively silent for such a packed car. Amy kept her speed under the limit to ensure her pursuer could keep up, and obviously to ensure that the common laws don’t impede on their plans.
As they were stopped at a light, Amy scanned the flowing river of rushing citizens, reading tension in their demeanor. It was rush hour, so everyone was mindlessly navigating to their place of work, having no choice but to continue the cycle of the modern world against their wishes and discomforts. Amy didn’t notice a single person peeing. It was appalling to see how rapidly the changes settled in. Before she would see at least 10 people relieving themselves on their way to work but now, not a soul. Fear was veiling over the country, instilled in every denizen, save a few who didn’t show their courage. Amy was one of those few, and so were the 11 others distributed across their 2 cars. She had to believe there were more.
They pulled over near a polished store front which sat sandwiched by 2 shabby graffiti-ridden delis. Amy still wondered why Jim decided on that location for his business. It was far from the best and could barely be called decent. Still, he managed to keep the vandalism off his walls.
“I’ll go alone,” Amy stated solemnly as Sophie was about to exit, sending her back into her seat. As Amy exited the car alone, Sophie leaned out the window and motioned to the car behind them that they should wait.
Amy marched confidently towards the facility, weaving through the rapid crowds. Upon crossing the river of people and reaching the store front, Amy swung the heavy glass door open. Immediately she was greeted by a cold front of air which washed over her sweating forehead, providing for some smile inducing relief, but Amy kept a grave countenance.
She spotted Jim in the back having a business conversation with who Amy assumed were his clients. Upon noticing her he grew dismayed and interrupted his sentence, gesturing for her to give him a moment. The clients were also disturbed but smiled to hide their inner frustration. Amy did the same.
“Okay, we will talk tomorrow then,” Jim finished after another 3-minute blabber about some contract.
“Amy? It’s a pleasure to see you! It’s been so long,” he whispered with wistful surprise as the 2 clients walked out of the store.
“A pleasure indeed,” Amy replied with a tinge of sarcasm.
Jim was her first relationship originating all the way back in college. It never worked and ended before it even got anywhere. The breakup wasn’t the most pleasant of outcomes and Amy still recalls it vividly now and then. Although they continued as friends, their interaction dwindled with time. Now however, she needed him more than ever.
“We need you to help us print something. A flier. If you can also, those 2 people that you were just speaking with, convince them to include a word of ours in one of their news sections in exchange for a lower price for whatever service you are offering them. This is really urgent,” she explained with momentous insistence.
Jim fumbled with his hands and stuttered fumingly before blurting his displeased opinion, “All these years we haven’t talked just so you can come back and use me? Why the hell would I lose good profit with my clients to suit your needs. I don’t even know you!” His voice by the end was more than a whisper and even Sophie from the car could read anger into his wild gesticulation.
“Fine. Remain blind to the state of the world and keep your pennies,” she struck back with indignance.
“I built this business from the ground up—” He began to craft some excuse, but Amy cut his sentence short before he could finish.
“You built this business on top of your dad’s success. That I know. I still remember some of the things you told me during our short-lived relationship”
Jim heated the cold air with an irritated sigh, “And here it is again, the very reason our relationship didn’t last.”
Amy’s composure snapped and she almost swung her hand across his face, but instead restrained herself and only threatened him with the start of a striking motion. “You’ll hear of me again I’m sure, when I’ll be caught for conspiracy against the government, attempting to fix the current situation without your help,” she growled, hoping to impress some guilt upon him.
Before Jim could process another thought, Amy was halfway to the door, wishing desperately that he would call her back and accept her offer. She allowed her emotions to reach her and perhaps squandered their only chance at achieving their goal
But fortunately, just as she placed her hand on the door handle, she heard Jim’s voice from behind.
“Fine. I’ll help.” It was a shaky response, one with uncertainty and confusion, and a sprinkle of anger amidst the many other emotions, but he accepted, and that was all that mattered.
Amy glanced apologetically over her shoulder and lingered there for a moment, maintaining eye contact with Jim, reading his intentions, until the moment permitted her to approach.
Sophie’s alarmed glare was solaced by the unexpected sight. She was sure that Amy’s escalation of the situation would cost them their opportunity, but sometimes the odds prevail in times of need.
“I’ll help,” Jim repeated in a hushed almost melancholy whisper.
Amy placed her hand reassuringly on his shoulder, lifting her hanging gaze back up into his eyes. His previous look was all but transformed into something of optimistic promise.
“We need to do this. They had over 2 thousand people arrested already for public urination and the number grows rapidly. People want to resist, but alone they will only end up in a cell.” She hoped to induce tears in herself, or at least a resembling expression, to secure her work of persuasion, but her tone of voice seemed enough.
Jim nodded, but his attention lay in admiration of her green eyes, disclosing his true ambition to her. She didn’t know he still loved her until right then, and it slightly surprised her, but she was confused at her own lack of concern for the realization. Perhaps her dedication to the movement meant so much to her, or maybe she still had a place in her heart for him, although her hope remained for the former. She knew if they returned to the past, history would repeat itself.
“What’s the flier?” he finally asked after having sipped on the lingering romance to his satisfaction.
“We need to design it, but it’s not anything serious. We need people to gather at the city park tomorrow evening if they are against the oppressive rule,” she explained.
The park idea surfaced mid-sentence but after running through it carefully another time, it seemed to be a reasonable risk. They needed to demonstrate their open attitude and courage against the rule of the Soaring Justice. It was an ironic name. Their mission spoke nothing of justice – only cruelty.
“I can make something quickly, come.” He took her hand and led her past the front desk into a dim backroom with rows of computers. It looked so gloomy and unpolished where the passing citizens couldn’t see. It turned out that the front of the store was a mere façade hiding the mess behind it. Amy only prayed that Jim’s offer wasn’t the same kind of pretense.
As they completely vanished from sight, Amy could feel Jim’s thumb stroking her skin as he held her hand gently and led her into the empty compartment of the building. Her instincts enjoined her to react and pull away from his hold, but something kept her from acting on them. As Jim released his sweaty hand from her and went to shut the door, Amy’s apprehension elevated into outright panic. Her increasing involuntary tremble betrayed her terror but luckily, she managed to bring herself to a calm stillness before he could turn in her direction. She hoped he was just closing the door for the sake of quiet, but something told her otherwise; something told her he intended to do something horrible with her.
She tried to add a smile on top of her disgust but decided not to force it as it would be quite obvious. Her military training finally came to the rescue and took control of her body in the dire situation. Jim approached her slowly and seductively, and she allowed him. The time to strike was going to arrive, but that wasn’t it. She needed to wait for the right moment and play the role for now. She watched him as he got closer, but then suddenly, to her confusion, he stopped halfway before reaching her and stood there, looking right into her soul, boring a hole with his menacing glare.
“I bet you thought I was going to rape you or something,” he commented after breaking character into a hysterical knee-bending laugh.
“I’m married. I’m not that crazy. C’mon!” he added, hoping to bring Amy to reality from her perplexed state. She remained planted in place, not letting her caution leave her. The prank wasn’t funny to her in the least, and she wasn’t entirely sure whether he was joking or not.
She jumped back with intention of hostility as he marched in her direction, sending him into a stop.
“Listen. To be fair, you threatened to deck me across the face. 1-1, its even now.” he added. before settling at one of the computers farther from Amy.
Words floated at the tip of her tongue, but Amy couldn’t fathom a response. She dismissed the incident without further intensification, shaking her head at her own thoughts before moving behind Jim to watch his actions. He got into the computer and opened an image editing app called ‘Abode Shop-a-photo’.
“You know, you had me frightened. I was ready to kill you,” she admitted in anger, unsure whether to regret saying it.
“It would have been a crime for a crime then,” he replied with a chuckle, not turning his head from the screen.
She watched as the blank canvas gradually transformed into an attractive flier, with just the right balance between beauty and information. The colors blended together so well as if it was meant for eyes to look upon it. It was a product of 10 minutes, and at the same time, a product worth ten times that amount in money. After clicking through a sequence of complicated menus, the printing machine was sent to work as evident by the loud sound emanating from the other room.
“I can’t promise that my clients will publish something for your cause, but I will give it my best attempt to persuade them,” he assured, before rising from the chair into a stretch, and walking to the exit. When he noticed Amy tarrying, he motioned for her to follow. She shuddered at the sight of the door. Something about its appearance reminded her of the near-rape experience just moments ago.
They walked out asynchronously and found their way to another room full of audible grinding and humming of the toiling printer. The area looked much tidier compared to the computer room. The floor wasn’t covered in various stains, and neither were the walls. It occurred to Amy that those other stains were probably from pee, although she found it unusual that their location of choice was in the proximity of expensive equipment.
The printer was certainly enjoying a comfortable home. The light was bright and covered the entire room. The floors were recently washed since she was able to find her reflection in the few remaining puddles still undried. It’s as if two completely opposite people shared the property; the hypothesis seemed viable.
“How many should we print?” He realized it would be wise to ask her that question after noticing the increasing size of the flier stack forming at the exit of the machine.
“Let’s do 70,” she replied quickly with the first reasonable number that came to mind.
Jim acknowledged her response with a silent nod before moving his hands over the ‘off’ switch. As the count hit the magic number, he pulled down his arm and the printer grumbled to a stop.
“They’re all yours,” he waved his hand towards the stack of papers. “Send me an email containing what you said you wanted to get into the news.”
She thanked him earnestly before grabbing the surprisingly heavy load and leaving the building. Her thoughts were racing after the strange encounter, but the goal was accomplished. Sophie’s eyes were wide with bewilderment and excitement, and perhaps some relief at Amy’s safe return.
“Here, these are yours to hold.” Amy tossed the stack through the open car window into Sophie’s outreached hands and walked around to the driver’s seat. The noise inside the van elevated to an appropriate level in her absence, but was quickly hushed by Amy’s entrance.
“We got the fliers. Now we need to post them up. I think that a good place to put them would be right before a traffic light, this way people would have time to read it while they are waiting to cross. We should also space them about every 5 blocks. We don’t have too many and I’d like to cover the entire city.”
“Are you sure this will work?” someone asked from the back seat. Doubt was clearly sprouting, and Amy couldn’t deny she was amongst the victims, but reassurance was key. Their collective morale could not be allowed to wane.
“We play the right cards, and everything will go smoothly,” Amy replied, channeling her assertiveness into her voice.
The group ended up dividing between 2 major sections of the city and each person was assigned a range of blocks where they should post the posters. It took the rest of the day to distribute everything and there was no time to reassemble after the sun had gone down. They called it a night – a successful one – but the work was far from over. The next day would be the deciding moment on whether they would move forth with their plan or remain stuck in their current position. |
Friday, June 28th, 2029
“Are the mercenaries purchased? I want assurance that if the military doesn’t come to our aid, we have backup. The amount of people that gathered in the park yesterday concerns me. If they are displaying their treachery so openly there must be something they know that I don’t.” The man with black hair paced around the meeting table as though it was a lazy man’s running track.
“Lord Yanis, they are all peasants. What could they possibly do to you? I mean, all you did was take away their candy. They will cry for a bit, but eventually they will shut up once they realize that they need to eat, and that they’d rather live in the open than rot in a cell,” another man replied from his chair, relaxed in contradiction to Yanis’ display of stress.
“I want guards 24/7 on the doors. Have them take advantageous positions such that if a night attack occurs, 1 of our men will cost 5 of theirs. I am not sleeping another night without my gun,” he ordered, sending his languid advisor on a trip across the palace.
“You get a population fat and lazy and then it’s impossible to bring them back to reality,” he muttered to himself, before spitting his final anger, “and pissing themselves wherever they please.”
He stormed out of the meeting room into the expansive hall, where the walls were lined with polished marble and the ceiling was adorned with a brilliant mural painted by an artist of the 19th century which depicted a religious rite. Yanis did not see its beauty though, and only looked at it to satisfy his favor of the past – the past where society was unfair, and inequality dominated over justice.
He ran his hand across the cool smooth surface of the wall as he consciously planned his steps as though dancing forward. He had nothing to occupy himself with until the guards were set so he took all his time to travel the hall in contemplation.
In the meantime, Amy was busying herself with intricate planning in the solacing isolation of her home. She had created a private channel to communicate with all their new recruits and announced a meeting with everyone later that evening in the basement of the public library. It was a good choice. The librarians were all part of their ranks now, save one or two, and the basement was a large auditorium able to house thousands of people for presentations.
2 hours remained until she had to be on the spot, proposing her new plans and getting everyone’s suggestions in an organized manner. She knew how to brute force and fight, but structured arrangement was new to her. Still, despite her self-doubt, she devised a presentation which evoked pride in even the most pessimistic corners of her mind.
She looked over everything 3 times and ran the simulations through her brain, and then, with confidence, jumped from her chair and yanked the data drive from its socket. The library was within fair walking distance of her house, so she decided to take the stroll instead of driving. She needed the final opportunity of peace before her demonstration to think on everything once more, and then clear her mind of everything.
Unfortunately, her objective was spoiled when a stranger, presumably heading in the same direction, merged paths with her. She had no choice but to put her train of thought aside and direct her attention to the new company.
“Hey! I’m Ben, and you are Amy?” He jumped into conversation so jovially that Amy almost couldn’t help a laugh, and his excessive gesticulation didn’t help the cause.
“I am Amy indeed. A pleasure to meet you Ben,” she replied much more formally, reaching out for a handshake.
“Damn, so serious huh? Well I guess it is revolution, right? Then again, if I’m gonna die, I better be happy before then!”
“If only I had your energy,” she laughed before elaborating with an excuse, “I’m busy growing anxious over uncertain plans…”
“Well actually, I didn’t join you just for the fun of. I have a proposal which I’m sure would help you very much,” and with that he had her interest piqued.
What Amy didn’t expect was the agonizing silence that followed, and eventually it provoked a response, “Yes? What is this proposal?”
Still no response. She looked over at him. He was staring at an angle to the ground, smiling mysteriously like the Mona Lisa, clearly in a daze of thought. She took the time to admire his attractive features: his blue eyes, his gleaming combed black hair, his smooth skin sprinkled with a young beard, still emerging…
“Oh yeah sorry, um, alright,” he laughed at his own awkwardness, forgetting that he half-intentionally left her lingering on a cliff-hanger.
“I am actually, believe it or not, an international gun’s dealer.” He awaited some form of reaction from Amy, and he sure got one – an appearance of genuine astonishment was captured in her look.
“A gun’s dealer?” she repeated with a laugh, attempting to confirm what she just heard.
“Yes um, yes I am a gun’s dealer. I ship them into the country and sell them to various organizations who either sell them or use them. Clients vary.” He spoke rapidly, as though his excitement rushed him to get the idea out.
“Well anyway,” he resumed not giving Amy a gap to reply, “I just got a shipment across the border right before the whole government takeover thingie, and the Soaring Justice know nothing of it. There are literally thousands of fully automatic rifles and light machine guns ready for use gathering dust in a nearby storage unit. I’d be willing to lend rifles to all our fighters at no cost to support the cause”
Amy stared at him in admiration. “You are the embodiment of what I hoped this movement would become. It’s people like you that bring it to life. I cannot thank you enough,” she grabbed for his name but it slipped her mind, so he finished her sentence, “Ben.”
“Ben,” she repeated, and ensured to never forget it again.
They reached the library with everyone else. Cars were parked in triple rows blocking the streets, but this day was an exception to such trivial laws. Amy made her way through the maze of the library shelves and into the stairway which led underground. Conversations echoed loudly in the acoustic chamber, so Amy almost didn’t hear it when Ben called her name from behind. He had to run to the restroom, which now held a line of 50 or more people.
They rejoined and went downstairs together. Sophie was already standing on the stage helping to move furniture around for the best arrangement to their presentation. Another man from their original group was fumbling with a laptop trying to get the large screen to display, flashing various colors onto it in the process turning the room into a temporary disco.
“Hey Sophie, this is Ben. I met him on the way here,” Amy introduced as the two of them climbed onto the stage.
Sophie nodded subtly to Amy, intimating approval. Amy replied with a hint of a smile. Ben had noticed their silent communications and chimed in with his own audible contribution.
“Yeah so, I’m Ben, and you are… Amy’s friend. I offered a ton of guns to Amy, so we are best friends now. You see how quick it is to make friends? Just offer up some firearms and you’re all set”
“I’m Sophie,” she returned, giggling quietly with surprise.
“Alright, seriously now. Is he ready?” Amy interrupted, pointing at the tech guy. “I need to get my data drive in and get started on this. Almost everyone is here.”
The guy overheard her and notified them that it would be another 5 minutes before he would be ready. In the meantime, Sophie was boldly indicating her growing need to pee, and her intention to act upon it, but Amy only apprehensively apprised her of the risk. Sophie of course found it necessary to demonstrate that their planned movement wasn’t just words, but actions as well.
With little additional thinking to cloud her judgement, Sophie lowered into a squat and pulled aside her panties under her short skirt to give way to a hissing stream of jetting urine which splashed violently onto the stage floor and flowed forward down the steps. Sophie kept a regular expression about her as if nothing she was doing was wrong. It was the way things were only a week ago, and people already seemed to forget the luxury of their comforts, but the sight of her aroused a reminder in everybody who noticed. It was a step of courage against the tyrants. Just as Sophie let the final drops escape her body, others in the crowd began to enjoy the comfort as well. All that tension of holding was being released by the hundreds – a chain reaction following in Sophie’s lead.
Finally, after a collective relief, everyone settled in their seats and Amy found the silence she needed to begin what she had been planning all morning. With Ben at her side however, half the puzzle was solved. Only the other half remained.
Amy discussed her battle tactics with them and announced the news of guns. Ben chipped in with his own ideas, and the question session opened the floor to many more alterations and perfections.
Once again, another day was spent towards the cause. Progress was moving with such incredible haste that even Amy sometimes struggled to keep up. Unfortunately, their limited human energy eventually invited them back to their bedrooms, now under the consolation of a solid plan and a hopeful future. Many beds were wet that night, Amy’s included. People truly believed that they were stronger than the group in power, and that mattered significantly
2 chapters this time since the 2nd was short |
Saturday, June 29th, 2029
Amy woke up the next morning startled by a cold moist sensation below her. The blanket she was covered with earlier when falling asleep was thrown aside out of sight, and the wind had free reign over her shivering body. Her racing heart frantically questioned whether she was starting to have genuine accidents at her age, but a quick look into her memory reminded her of her intentional relief in the middle of the night.
Freedom was freedom, but bedwetting turned out to be more of a displeasure than a comfort to her. Using the floor would probably have been a better idea than soaking her sheets, but she couldn’t predict that she would dispose of her only defenses against the cold.
She gathered the fallen blanket and stripped the bed to the bare matrass, which remained dry owing thanks to the protection which covered it. While attempting to escape her groggy state by visiting the washing machine in the cold cellar, she tried to recollect the scattered plan which was so clear in her head the day before – another reason why the bedwetting was a malefactor.
After nothing worked, she turned to her trusty ally: coffee. Within minutes, the warm drink scared off any former desire of sleep and finally, she was able to gather her thoughts. As everything restored itself, she suddenly recalled that she had to meet Ben today at his warehouse. They would be distributing weapons to all the members of the Liberators, a name suggested by some random young guy from the back of the auditorium the day before. Guns were strictly illegal in the city but even police officers were part of their numbers, and that meant that they were above the law. It gave Amy an uncomfortable satisfaction to have such power, and a disturbing crave for more, but it was the nature of any human, so she dismissed it.
Tossing the cup heedfully into the sink, just enough to make sure it didn’t shatter, Amy darted for her room and clumsily pulled on one of her 3 pairs of camo pants followed by her bullet proof vest and her camo jacket. Finally, she swiped her aviators over her eyes and sped out of the front door. She had exactly 25 minutes to reach her destination, so she was relying on the generosity of the roads. If traffic were to greet her, she would arrive late, and although it wouldn’t be the end of the world, she did not want to make herself appear unreliable in front of her new followers.
The engine roared like a wild beast sending her car flying across the recently repaired roads. Barely a car was in sight, so Amy allowed herself a breath of relief, but she still had quite a way to go, and traffic was known for its spontaneous nature. Fortunately, her bedwetting did not impinge on her timely arrival and she managed to make it with 5 minutes to spare. She found Ben right away as he was waiting for her at the parking lot, and the two of them walked together to the warehouse where the guns were stored, all while sharing their morning experiences.
The large tree overlooking the comparably miniscule building was waving languidly with the wind, and birds glided to the branches for a morning choir. It was a beautiful sight of nature – one that could only be noticed if one’s mind was clear of thoughts. That was Amy’s exact state. She was already at work monotonously handing out rifles to an endless line of people, distracting herself in the process. The distribution took 3 hours in total and although the day only had begun, Amy was under the impression that it was time for bed again.
Nevertheless, everyone was still due for training. The perk of having a large amount of people on their side was the extensive amounts of connections they had in front of them, and with that package came a shooting range. It was a man named Ellis who ran the place. He was recently bombed with regulations and fines by the Soaring Justice, who feared firearms like mice fear a cat, so he decided to join the movement for the sake of his business. Oh, how the tyrants’ plan backfired. Everything was falling into place so perfectly that for the first time in a while, Amy could not find a single reason to complain.
They used one of Ben’s large trucks to cram everyone in the storage trailer. It wasn’t the safest choice, and if it wasn’t for the circumstances, Ben would end up behind bars, but the times changed, and that day, guns and trailer riding were equally legal. They transported their armed army to the shooting range where everyone took turns according to schedule to practice their shooting and receive basic training from Ben. To spare the boring repetition, the event summed up to another 7 hours and another day was called a success.
As Amy returned home and entered through her front door, collapsing from fatigue, she found herself in a state of incredible laziness, so much so that even a trip to the bathroom seemed excessive. She hadn’t relieved herself in quite some time despite knowing that she could have done it any time. She didn’t want it to distract her, but in reality, she was too distracted to even notice it. Now though, standing in the comfort and isolation of her home, she was ready to submit to her desire.
A slight relaxation of her muscles was enough to get the warm liquids flowing. As usual, the pee started by gradually pooling in her panties and then soaking through the thick military material of her trousers. She took a few steps further into her house so that the kitchen clock would emerge visible to her. It was still an hour till her normal bedtime, so she marched decisively to the bathroom for a shower all while releasing a thin but steady stream into her pants, forming a dripping trail of pee behind her.
The shower turned out to be the final piece needed to complete her day, leaving sleep as her finishing act. That night the bed was softer than ever. As the silence rang in her ears, and darkness filled her room, she drifted off into a slumber of many dreams and fantasies. She dreamed of their upcoming battle, and a decisive victory against their opponents. |
The Final Chapter is here
Sunday, June 30th, 2029
The next day Amy jumped out of bed 3 hours early, even before the sun had a chance to show its bright face. The room was still dim, but the artificial light would be too painful to turn on. Instead Amy shuffled attentively down the short hallway of her second floor, navigating her way to the bathroom. Once there, she quickly unleashed a yellow morning stream into the sink and then brushed her teeth, all while planning her choice of clothing.
That day was the day of their ambush. It had come much sooner than they anticipated. It would be the day where people would die, unfortunately from both sides. Amy tried to keep herself composed but the thought of losing Sophie, or Ben, or anyone else who offered their life to the cause just kept surfacing on her mind and prevailing over reason and coordination.
A sudden wave of fear washed over her as she recalled that last night she used her camo pants as a toilet, therefore potentially risking not having a pair for today. Thankfully though her worries dissipated as she found one more remaining. She put on the same outfit yet again and left the house with her rifle hugging her chest.
The drive was going to be far to the capital, and possibly the last drive of her life if she were to fall in battle, so she made sure to stock up on unhealthy snacks for the road. She drove to Ben’s warehouse again where they would board his truck, which wore a food company’s logo on the trailer as a disguise. People were gathering very quickly, and it didn’t take long for everyone to get assembled.
The ride was certainly going to be daunting. 400 people would have to fit themselves inside the storage trailer and remain standing there for the 3-hour ride to the capital. There was no doubt they would arrive tired and weak so they would have to pray that they wouldn’t be tracked. There was a hideout they acquired in the capital where they would rest and prepare. The hideout was positioned perfectly under a bridge which stood a block away from the palace itself.
If all went well, they would ambush the building swiftly and forcefully, crushing any defenses and reaching the leader himself: Yanis. Eliminating him would be enough to end the battle and declare them as the victors.
Amy chose to remain in the cramped trailer instead of taking the offer of a front seat ride. She kindly gave her spot to Sophie, who was constantly zoning out with fear throughout their boarding process. Amy would never forgive herself if she led her best friend to her death. She tried to convince herself that Sophie offered to join them, and that she didn’t compel her to anything, but that didn’t soothe her one bit. Everyone was on edge. The entire truck was resting in mourning quietude for those who would die for their cause, and it dug at Amy’s courage quite effectively. It seemed that no one wished to sit in discomfort during what could be their final ride, so the occasional sound of urination broke the blanket of silence.
It was pitch black inside the container with only a few rays of light entering through small holes, so the lack of visual input allowed for vivid imagination. Amy kept wandering between sleep and wakefulness so much that the two became indistinguishable. It wasn’t until the loud rattle of the opening trailer door that the light poured in and brought her back to reality.
Almost the entire floor of the metal box in which they spent their trip was wet with pee. Even Amy found that she was standing in a puddle which had spread to her from her neighbor. She realized that it would have been wise to follow suite but now it was time to move so she had no opportunity for relief. She was far from desperate so she could make it to their destination before any issues arose.
The hideout was inside a train car hangar which was located just below the bridge. The place was far from polished, but it would have to suffice. As they lethargically disembarked and began to wobble down the dirt path into the industrial zone of their stay, Amy eyed their new temporary home. Random industrial materials were scattered in piles all over the dusty ground. The concrete was chipped with age and the metal of the building was ridden with rust. The muffled sound of rushing cars on the road above resonated loudly, making any communication practically inaudible.
Amy dragged herself along the flow of the crowd to the empty train cars, where everyone chose a home of their choosing to settle in. The interiors of the cars were surprisingly clean in comparison to the outside, as if someone came there to wash them every now and then. It was an unexpected and much welcomed comfort; one that would only last for the next 4 hours as they waited for the sundown.
The clock struck midnight before Amy could blink, and her whole being descended into the gloom of uncertainty. It was then that she encountered the realization of the possibility of death in the hours to come. She grew aware that she had crossed the line of no return, and that she gathered an army of people who signed their lives to her cause – to their cause – without questioning her own devotion. She would never see the light of another sunrise, and the beautiful painted sky of a summer evening. She would never see her friends, her family, or even her enemies. She would be parting with everything.
The minute hand completed another lap in its endless race around its pivot, and Amy knew there was no more waiting and no more contemplating. The time to doubt and reconsider sunk long ago behind them. Where they stood now allowed them only to progress forward. Amy used the dark to shed a tear which begged to leave her eye, and then wiped all the emotion off her face leaving nothing but the keen readiness of a leader.
All the train car doors slid open asynchronously, pouring frightened soldiers out into the moonlight. The bridge was much quieter, but still whispered the sound of rushing wheels across the pavement.
Amy marched to the front of the scattered army to make her final speech and execute her first command to initiate the plan. Everyone was still waking up from their naps and preparing their guns for battle. Conversations floated obscurely amongst the crowd, but for the most part, all the words were spoken in thoughts. Fear was a demon that enveloped everyone who stood there that night, but no one backed out.
“This is a plan I never thought would come to life, but here we are, standing at the very start of a revolution. We are all here because we were born as equals, and equally deserve the rights that were so cruelly stolen from us. To our freedom, we march!!” Amy channeled all the force she could into her whisper of a speech. It was as glorious as it could get without awakening the neighborhood and blowing their cover, but it was enough.
With her gun lifted towards the sky, Amy led the troop back up the weaving dirt path and out into the city streets, which held no cars and barely any people. Only the breeze breathed through the grass and whistled a faint song of victory. Amy locked her eyes onto the looming palace, blackened with sin and debauchery of the so called ‘Soaring Justice’.
The night walkers of the sleeping city scattered in frantic panic as they saw the approaching wave of their revolution. Amy broke into a jog. They needed the element of surprise more than anything, so they had to be swift. They passed another block, crossing the final street to their destination. The building now towered in front of them, blocking the stars with its grand shape. It was a beautiful structure, with columns upheld by stone warriors, and an entranceway decorated with fantastic animals and nature. It was unfortunate that the palace was always destined to obey those who occupied it, even if they meant to do harm.
Now Amy was sprinting forth up the stairs, getting ahead of her followers. The moment she had been waiting for lay in front of her, and like a magnet approaches metal, she could not resist. She made it all the way up to the central door and pulled it open forcefully as the rest of her body struggled to catch a breath. The door swung open but brought with it a blaring siren which resonated throughout the entire neighborhood. It was now or never.
The army stormed into the building, pouring through the narrow entranceway into the spacious marble halls. The guards inside were scrambling for their guns but were denied the opportunity to reach them by a barrage of bullets from the attackers. They were in so far already with not a single casualty from their ranks. Amy continued the charge down the hall. They needed to find Yanis. It was the only way all of it could be ended. They split themselves into 5 parties which would each take a different path to find their target. Any guards in the way were to be killed immediately on sight.
Everyone dispersed into their own directions. Amy kept with Ben and Sophie, and together, they took the room down the end of the hall. The door did not resist their entry, allowing them in willingly as though it agreed with their cause. Inside was a dark eerie silence. Only the company of the written word consoled them. It was the palace’s great library – a place everyone should visit at least once in their lifetime – though books were not what they came for. They quickly split up and diffused throughout the room, ensuring that every corner was checked. Clear. No one was present. Carefully they made their way back through the door and continued towards another room which they were responsible for checking.
It was at that moment when the first of the gunshots resonated through the hall. It came from the second floor. It seemed like one of their parties was encountering a large resistance from the guards because a few provoking shots slowly escalated into continuous gunfire, with the intermittent sound of screams and death. It translated into a massacre. Amy needed to be up there. As the leader of her own group, she led everyone up the spiraling steps towards the sound of war.
As soon as they turned the corner atop the stairs, the scene unfolded in a flashing instant. An organized line of armed guards was closing in on the startled disorganized revolutionaries. Bodies were everywhere, some dead, and other close to it. They were all about to be killed. Time almost froze for Amy. She was afraid, and that was the worst time to allow fear to seep through the cracks of her mental barrier. She pulled out her radio and ordered that every single fighter available make their way to the second floor. It was the last stand and the final deciding battle.
With every thought shattered and tears gathering behind her eyes, Amy charged forward into cover behind a column. The people behind her also ran forth to find their own battle positions. Blood was in the air, and the sounds of every citizen giving their life for freedom echoed in painful agony between the walls.
The guards seemed impenetrable, and it was becoming clear that they were mice in a mousetrap, being picked off strategically. They would all be dead in a matter of minutes if nothing was done. The line needed to be broken. They needed a gap – a chance. Amy’s breathing quickened as her mind drew upon an idea that would save them all, but fear was strong, holding her courage in chains. She could not help but let go of another tear. This wasn’t some trivial stress of everyday life, but a decision which would either lead them to prevail, or let her loyal followers die to her cowardice. She thought no more.
With a quick glance down to her waist to confirm possession of the grenade, she jumped swiftly out of cover and leapt into the open, the flashbang firmly in hand. Before the occupied guards could react to the new target, Amy pulled the pin and tossed the blinding grenade into the air, before diving behind another wall just as the gunshots whizzed past, clipping a strain of her waving hair off from her head. The flashbang exploded, freezing the entire battlefield in its tracks. Amy was looking away and had her ears covered, but still collapsed to the ground and found herself struggling to get on her feet. The ground wobbled, as though the earth was shaking violently, and everything seemed more muffled and blurrier than usual. She looked around in frantic distress, searching for the gap she hoped her act would create, and found that the guard was as disorganized as ever. Many were collapsed onto the floor and others were wandering aimlessly, lacking the much-needed ability to see.
Amy didn’t hesitate. She aimed her rifle and began to spray bullets at all the guards, screaming with all the pain she had been holding in. The floor was becoming a river of red, a stomach-twisting massacre of death and a fight for freedom. More than 10 guards were dead by the time Amy’s gun clicked, signifying that the clip was empty. Her opponents were beginning to regain their senses, some standing up and even aiming their guns, but before Amy could make another decision, she heard the relieving sound of footsteps approaching from the stairs behind. Backup arrived, and it wasn’t blinded.
The rest of the battle seemed a little hazy, but one thing was clear once the gunfire stopped, and silence returned to the room: they were victorious. Amy scanned the floor, looking at all the fallen soldiers on both sides. She felt guilty, knowing that there was a sense of relief in her for not finding Ben or Sophie amongst the dead. Still, she cared for every single fighter on her side that day, and their bravery would not be forgotten. In that moment however, there was a final matter that remained.
Now that they had defeated the guards, the final door lay ahead of them. The finale was right down the hallway. In silence, Amy sprinted down the marble floors, followed by Sophie and Ben, and together, they slammed their bodies into the door, breaking the lock and swinging it open violently. Inside the office room, Yanis was frantically gathering documents and scattered cash from the desk until he noticed them and pulled out his weapon as an empty threat.
“Drop it,” Amy demanded calmly, but assertively, after stepping forth.
“I will kill at least one more of you, and you know that, so you drop your weapons and I will spare you in the name of the law,” he replied with desperate deceit.
“The world has never seen a bigger rat than you Yanis. You stand defeated and still have the nerve to make demands. Drop your pitiful little toy gun and get down to your knees,” Amy dictated menacingly, swinging her gun in his direction with intimidating intention.
Her voice was the growl of a vengeful beast enraged by the needless deaths of her allies. She was ready to make Yanis pay for each and every one of the fallen on their side, but his life alone wouldn’t suffice.
Yanis realized his inferior position and dispensed of his pride, dropping himself submissively to his knees and sliding his pistol in Amy’s direction across the smooth floor.
Sophie’s gun was trembling in her shaky grip. She didn’t wish a cruel death upon anyone, even Yanis, and wasn’t prepared to witness one. Amy was still conjuring a painful execution for the man who caused all this, and Sophie took the time to muster her courage and offer her own proposal.
“Yanis, leave this country and do not come back. If you do, we will kill you,” she commanded rather timidly, offering him an opportunity to keep his life.
Hope briefly appeared in his eyes, but then vanished. “I’m grateful for your offer, but if I so much as stand up, I will be shot,” he replied, glancing over at Amy, who was burning with vengeance and clearly wouldn’t allow for Sophie’s proposal to be realized.
Amy was proud of Sophie’s mercy and kindness, even to someone who harmed them so much, but she could not allow Yanis hurt anyone else. Before the cowering man could utter another word, Amy pulled the trigger, sending blood across the white wall of the office and dropping Yanis’ lifeless body to the floor. Sophie had ducked under the cover of her hands from the loud and sudden explosive sound that ripped through the quiet air, and only then realized the bloody outcome of the shot. She thought that the revolution would bring happiness, but the freedom they regained brought no immediate joy in the face of all the killing. Still, they achieved the unlikely goal that they risked everything to accomplish, so there was reason to celebrate, and to mourn those who died by their side. The power of the people prevailed. Everyone could begin to resettle back into their daily lives, though one thing was for certain: nothing would ever be the same after that day.
Amy was offered a position in the palace, which she kindly refused. Politics was not her game, especially considering the recent circumstances. An acquaintance of hers surprising ended up taking the leadership spot; it was someone she knew would do well to ensure their freedom would stick, and someone she could ask favors of every now and then. Otherwise Amy retired to a life of peace. Her and Ben got together in the following month, and Sophie found her own love. In the end, wounds were healing, and happiness was restored! |
Helen groaned as she reached out to turn the alarm on her phone. As she stopped the loud beeping she smiled as she realised what day it was. She stood up out of bed and walked over to the window. As she pulled the curtains back and the sunlight beamed in her smile got even bigger. She had been looking forward to this for a couple of days and was glad it was a lovely sunny day. Heck she had been looking forward to this for almost two months.
For the last two months she had followed the government's advice and stayed home, isolating herself from other people. The only times she had left her flat had been when she had needed to go to the supermarket. Beyond that her life for the last god knows how many weeks had been spent lounging around in her pyjamas or sitting out in the garden having been furloughed from her job.
At first it hadn’t been too bad, she had found herself plenty of things to do. She still had plenty to keep her occupied but she was really starting to miss work and her workmates, she was missing her friends and family, she just missed social activity. She had been keeping in touch with people on Facebook and video calls but it just wasn’t the same as seeing the people she cared about. The most face to face interaction she had had since going into lock down had been with the cashier at the supermarket.
However today that was going to change. A few days prior the government had laid out their plan going forward in terms of reducing and easing lock down. It was a plan that would gradually unfold over the coming months but one of the new easing of rules was that people were allowed out to public spaces for more than exercise and people were permitted to meet up with one person from other households as long as they maintained social distancing. Not long after the announcement she had gotten a message from her best friend suggesting they meet up at the park where they could have a walk and catch up. She had immediately agreed and they had arranged a day and time to meet up. For the last couple of days Helen had been really looking forward to seeing her friend.
She would have happily stayed standing at her window for a while longer enjoying the warmth on her skin but as per usual when she got out of bed in the morning her bladder was rather full and the bathroom needed to be her first priority. She walked through to the bathroom and stipped out of her pyjama shorts and top before sitting on the toilet and emptying her bladder. Once she had finished her morning pee she jumped in the shower to wash her hair.
When she came back into the bedroom she saw she had a message on her phone. She looked and saw it was from her friend checking whether they were still on for meeting up. She replied saying she would be there and checked the time. She had an hour and half before she met Jenny, plenty of time to get herself sorted. She dried her hair and then picked out her clothes for the day. As it was a warm sunny day she decided on some denim ¾ jeans and a summery blouse.
Once dressed she made her way to the kitchen and made herself some toast and a cup of coffee and flopped on the couch to watch TV whilst she ate. She sat watching TV and relaxing until the time came to set off. She grabbed her things, slipped on her shoes and headed out to her car. As she drove to the park where she was meeting Jenny she was happy to find the roads were still somewhat quiet so her 10 minute drive wouldn’t take too long.
When she arrived at the park she found a parking spot and waited for Jenny to show up. Not long after she saw her friends car driving down the road and she waved and indicated there was a space behind her car. Helen got excited as Jenny got out of her car and had she been able to she would have probably run up and give her a hug. Alas she respected social distancing and settled with a happy wave.
They made their way into the park and slowly walked around the park catching up and enjoying each other's company. They followed the full route around the park, taking in all the park's areas and features and an hour later they arrived back at the tennis courts and bowling greens. As they walked along past the buildings Helen noticed that the cafe was open and suggested they get a drink. Jenny went off and secured them a bench whilst Helen went and got them two cappuccinos and got two slices of cake as a treat.
They sat drinking their coffees and chatting and it felt so good to just sit out in the fresh air, relaxing in the sun with her best friend, almost like everything was normal. As much as she was enjoying it they had been sat there for well over an hour and Helen was aware that she had things she needed to do so said that she needed to think about making a move. Jenny agreed and picked up their empty cups and rubbish and said she would be right back. Helen watched as she walked over to the bin and then walked across to the cafe. She came out again almost immediately and when she got back Helen asked what she was doing. Jenny replied saying she was going to pop in and go for a pee but there was a sign saying due to guidance the toilets were not open which made sense.
Helen nodded, agreeing it was sensible not to have them open. Although hearing that had put paid to her plan to nip off for a wee before leaving. As Jenny had gone off to the bin with their rubbish she had become aware of her need to pee and had planned on popping to the loo when Jenny got back. Now she knew they weren’t open meant she couldn’t do that. Not that it was a massive deal, she needed to pee but not too bad just yet. She was just aware of the fact that she had last gone when she got up and that was nearly four hours ago and since then she had had two cups of coffee and a cappuccino in that time.
They set off and walked out of the park and back towards where they were parked. When they reached their cars they stood chatting for a while. Eventually they wrapped up their conversation and said their goodbyes. Something Helen was happy to do, she loved being with her best friend and loved nothing more than spending hours talking and putting the world to rights but in the time they had been stood there her need to pee had definitely increased, the cappuccino really starting to take effect.
They said their final goodbye and she got into her car and waited for Jenny to drive off before she pulled back and out of her space and set off down the road. Her next destination was the supermarket. She had planned to head there for a few bits of shopping on the way home. It made sense to do it all in one rather than head home and then head out again. She drove down to the main road and then headed down towards the supermarket, now consciously aware of how much her need to pee was growing. She hoped when she got to the supermarket there wouldn’t be much of a queue. Mostly because she didn’t like the thought of standing outside in the sun for too long, but partly because the sooner she got to pee the better.
By the time she pulled into the supermarket car park she was starting to wish she had been able to pee at the park. Even though the toilets were closed she would have no issue popping into the bushes to pee but given how busy the park was and the fact she was with Jenny she thought it best not to do that.
When she got out of the car and started walking towards the store she was glad to see there was only a small queue at the door. She grabbed a trolley and joined the queue and was happy to see it was moving forward quite quickly. As she moved forward nearer to the front she found herself urging people inside to hurry up and leave so she could get in. The coffees were really taking effect on her bladder and she found herself gently shifting on the spot as the familiar pressure built between her legs. Eventually she reached the front of the queue and she stood slightly jiggling on the spot as she waited for one person to leave so she could enter.
“Come on come on come on I’m busting for a pee” she thought to herself as it felt like nobody was ever going to leave.
Finally the young girl at the door motioned her forward and Helen quickly walked inside, after quick stop at the handwash station her first port of call were the toilets. She made her way through the clothes section towards where the toilets were and parked her trolley outside. She walked into the corridor where the bathrooms were and headed to the door marked “ladies”. She pushed on the door and found it locked. She pushed a couple more times to no avail and then tried the disabled toilet which was also locked. She spun round and gave a quick try at the gents door which she found locked as well. As she moved back from the toilets she noticed a sign that on her way in she had walked straight past. The sign read pretty much the same as the one Jenny had described from the cafe stating that due to government guidelines the toilets were closed to keep people safe.
Again it made perfect sense as to the reasoning behind having them closed, but that didn’t matter to her right now, she was busting for a wee and had once again been unable to find relief. There was nothing she could do, it wasn’t like she could pop off to the service desk and asked for the toilets to be opened. She would just have to hold it until she got home, thankfully she didn’t need many things from the shop.
She returned to her trolley and set off around the store. Having come so close to a bathroom but not being able to pee seemed to have made her need even more intense. She just had to focus on the fact that it wouldn’t take her long to do her shopping and get home, she would be fine, she would easily make it home. At least she hoped she would. At least walking around the store and going for the items she needed was somewhat of a distraction for her but every so often the pressure between her legs would spike bringing her focus back to just how full her bladder was getting and how badly she needed a wee.
She completed her shopping and made her way to the checkout. She found a quiet till and joined behind a guy who had just started placing his items on the belt. As she stood waiting for him to finish so she could put her items all she could focus on was the fact that she was bursting for a pee and was getting close to the desperation stage. Once she left the store it would be a five minute drive home, not too far, she could hold on till then.
The guy finished up and she started placing her items on the belt and then stood back, tapping her feet and squeezing her legs, longing to grab between her legs to try and ease the pressure. Once the guy had paid she moved forward and had to focus on packing her items as they came through and then paying for her shopping. Once she had paid and got her receipt she grabbed her trolley and headed quickly for the exit. The sooner she got out of the store and to her car the sooner she could get home and have a much needed pee.
She made her way across the car park and placed her shopping in the boot. Once she got in and sat down she slid a hand between her legs and pressed her fingers into her pussy exclaiming “fuck I need a wee” as she did. It felt good pushing against her pussy, it helped with the intense pressure but she would have to stop doing so to drive home. She moaned as the pressure returned the moment her hand moved away and squeezed her legs as a wave of desperation hit her. She was now there, the desperation stage. The stage where she was really having to hold back, the stage where she was close to leaking, the stage where she was almost wetting herself completely. She needed to get home as quick as she could. She was starting to doubt if she could make it home with completely dry knickers.
She composed herself and pulled out of the parking space. She made her way out of the car park and onto the main road. She felt a little better now that she had picked up a bit of speed. She would be home in a matter of minutes, she would be fine. As she came round the roundabout and joined the road down to her town she was starting to feel more confident, just down the main road and onto her street, just a minute or so, no time at all.
That confidence faltered as she came over the brow of the hill and saw a queue of traffic up ahead. Why? Why was there traffic? It had been so quiet this morning. Why was everyone out now of all times?. She knew why there was traffic there, through the town centre were countless sets of traffic lights that always caused queues to form. She couldn’t understand why it was so busy though. Where was everyone going on a Saturday lunchtime when nothing was even open. What were they doing. Why did they have to be causing queues when she was dying for a wee and dangerously close to wetting herself.
She reached the queue of cars and slowly moved along down the hill, all the while squirming in her seat begging for them to hurry up. After a couple of minutes she was cursing the traffic lights for taking so long between changes. She was cursing herself for not turning off the main road and going down the back streets to her house. Every so often a spike of desperation would hit her causing her to squeeze her legs and hold herself but so far she had been keeping control. Suddenly she gasped aloud as a wave hit her and she felt a few trickles escape into her knickers.
“No no no no no no not now not now” she moaned as she pushed her hand hard into her pussy. She was so close to home, she couldn’t start wetting herself now, she could make it, she had to make it. For the next five minutes she moved along the queue edging closer and closer to her turn off. Each wave of desperation that hit her caused more trickles to dampen her knickers. She looked down and was glad to see so far her jeans were still dry but she could feel how wet her knickers were getting and feeling how wet they were was making it so much harder to keep holding on. But she had to, all she could think about was relaxing and releasing that intense pressure but she couldn’t do that, no matter what she had to hold on, she couldn’t wet her car.
A few more minutes passed and she finally reached her street. She turned off and drove the short distance to her flat and pulled into her driveway, feeling like she was going out of her mind with desperation. She turned off the engine and composed herself. All she had to do was make it inside to the bathroom. It was times like this she was glad she lived in a downstairs flat, she really didn’t think she could handle stairs in her condition.
She got out of her car and headed to her front door, her shopping could wait, her main focus was peeing, all she wanted, all she cared about. As she fished in her bag for her keys she stood dancing on the spot and gasped as she felt herself leak. In the time it took her to find her keys and open the door she had leaked a few times and now she had a noticeable wet spot on the front of her jeans. She went inside and slammed the door behind her. Now she was in the privacy of her own home she grabbed herself hard. She had to make it to the bathroom, she had made it this far, just a few more steps and the relief she so desperately needed.
She took a few steps and started leaking again. No matter how hard she tried she couldn’t stop the leaks coming. Her knickers were soaked and her jeans were starting to fair no better. As she reached the bathroom the sight of the toilet was too much for her to handle and a long spurt escaped and ran down her legs. She frantically fumbled with the button on her jeans, moaning as she did. She finally got it open and slid down her jeans and kicked them off. She made small steps towards the toilet, each one causing her to spurt uncontrollably. She was wetting herself and couldn’t stop it. She no longer cared. She reached the toilet and sat down. The moment she made contact with the toilet she exploded and moaned out in relief as she started peeing forcefully. As her bladder emptied into her knickers she just sat there moaning happily as the pressure lifted and she enjoyed the amazing feeling of peeing.
When she finally finished she looked down at her soaked knickers and laughed. She had made a split second decision that her knickers were already wet so why waste time taking them off. Now she was done she slipped them off and threw them into the bath along with her jeans to be washed.
She remembered her shopping in the car so slipped on her bathrobe to go and retrieve it. Once she had retrieved it and put her shopping away she flopped on the couch to have five minutes to chill before going on with her day. She kept telling herself she needed to go and get some new underwear and something to slip on but she lacked all motivation. Holding for so long had zapped her energy, also her muscles ached. She reached down and rubbed her aching bladder, god that had been a close call. At least she made it home, she couldn’t imagine how embarrassing it would have been if she had wet herself in public. That was something she hadn’t done for years, not since she had been in her 20’s going out partying at the weekend. Now she was almost 50, it would be mortifying if that happened now. She would just have to be more careful next time she went out to meet her friends. |
Ding-dong!
The school bell rang for the end of last period, a relieving sound for Jessica who had been uncomfortably sitting in her desk for the last 2 hours. She waited in her seat, hiding her crossed legs, while her class filtered out of the door.
”Finally... I can’t wait to get home, I’ve been wanting a wee all day.”
She stood up, her hand buried into her checkered gingham dress (a common summer uniform for British schoolgirls) to help manage the pressure. The hand was quickly removed once she was stood up however as it would embarrassing if anyone saw, naturally.
Jessica followed her class out of the door and headed for the school’s front gates, occasionally squeezing her thighs together. On the way she walked past the school toilets but despite her bladder’s complaints she walked past them, she could hold it until she got home and she was far too shy to use them, plus they’re gross.
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“Ah, home again... I’ll just make some tea and then I’ll head upstairs to finally have a wee.”, thought Jessica to herself as she fidgeted in the doorway of her house, 15 minutes of walking later.
She went into the kitchen, flicked the kettle on, opened the cupboard, took out 3 teabags and filled the teapot. Her mum would come home from her friend’s house soon so Jessica wanted to make her a cup too, plus her sister might want one. Luckily for Jessica the kettle was already full, she didn’t fancy filling it up with such a full bladder.
A minute or so later the kettle finished and Jessica quickly poured it into the pot, having to squeeze her legs quite tight to hold it in as the flowing water strengthened her need. Being British and too shy to use school bathrooms, Jessica was used to this, since her bathroom was upstairs she would usually make some tea and take that upstairs with her before relieving herself of the day’s liquid, as it saved a trip up and down the stairs.
Jessica sat down in her mother’s armchair in the living room and tried to get comfy until the tea was brewed, but she had to keep jiggling her legs to resist the pressure.
“Oooh, I need a wee so bad...!
The 4 minutes felt like longer as she had to endure a whole bladderfull of wee, but eventually the tea was ready and Jessica finished it with crossed legs.
She took a rather large mug for herself and walked upstairs, being gentle to avoid upsetting her bladder.
”Alice? I made you a pot of tea so if you want a cup there’s some in the kitchen.”, Jessica called to her sister as she reached the landing.
Her sister poked her head out of her bedroom door, with towels wrapped around her body and hair.
”Oh, thanks Jess! Mum ran us a bath earlier and she asked me to tell you to have yours quick, before it gets cold.”
”You’re welcome, and thanks for telling me.”
Alice shut herself in her bedroom and Jess made for hers.
She put her tea down on her desk, and started undressing, neatly folding up her uniform, and beginning to tidy up her bedroom a bit to take her mind off of her growing need for relief. When she was finished, she quickly downed her tea and headed for the bathroom, and forgetting the toilet she stepped into her bath and submerged herself.
”Aaaaaahhhhh... that feels so nice...”, she sighed as she relaxed under the water.
However a few seconds later she remembered what she’d forgotten: “Nnngh... r-right... I didn’t h-have a wee.”
She thought about getting out of the bath but decided to hold it, she’d be done fairly quick and another 20 minutes should be manageable, she had managed to hold it for most of her school day after all. She simply pressed her legs together and continued her bath.
Attempting to take her mind off of how badly she needed a wee, she leant back and got her hair wet, keeping only her face above the water. As more of her sank under the water the pressure on her bladder grew and she found herself scissoring her legs together and apart quickly.
”I can wait until after, I just need to take my mind off of it.”, thought Jess and jiggled her legs.
Jessica prepared to shampoo her hair, it’s long, golden, wavy strands floating in the water. She sat up, giving her crotch a quick squeeze, and got the bottle off the shelf. She covered her hair in shampoo, quickly washed it off under the water, and then conditioned it afterwards.
“Okay, I just need to wait a bit while it conditions, then I can finally have a wee...”
Keeping her long hair clear of the water, Jess grabbed a comb and tried to sit still while she went through her hair as it conditioned.
Unfortunately for her (and her desperate bladder), her tea hit her unexpectedly and the urge suddenly spiked.
”A-ahh! Nnnnggggghhh d-don’t wee don’t wee don’t w-w-wee!”, Jessica suddenly exclaimed, plunging her free hand under the water and into her clenching crotch, the extra wee seriously pushing for release.
The spike subsided somewhat, and a very squirmy Jessica (now totally unable to sit still) tried to continue with her hair, with one hand still clutching her girly area.
When she was done combing she gently removed her hand from her tensed crotch and her bladder gave a sudden twinge of pressure, nearly causing her tired bladder to leak. She felt around her bladder, it was hard and bulging. Usually it would stick out after a long day at school, but it was usually just firm. The tea and the bath were really pushing her limits.
Still massaging her brimming bladder, she gently doused her hair and washed the conditioner out.
”Oooh, at last! I can’t wait much longer...!”, Jess exclaimed and stood up, the sudden movement causing a big spurt to shoot out and splash into the bathwater. In response she crossed her legs and tightly held herself once again, standing up was NOT doing her bladder any favours.
“Aaah... I’m gonna burst...”, she worried as she desperately weewee-danced to hold back the flood.
Jessica pulled out the drain, the noise of the water flowing definitely worsening the (already bad) situation, and stepped out of the bathtub, little dribbles of wee adding to the wetness of her lower area. Each step was torture on her overloaded bladder, the wee bordering on exploding out. Slowly the bursting girl reached the toilet and sat down, and within seconds her control was lost and her bulging bladder released, Jess sighed with reel life as her pent-up golden fluid was finally let out, giving her aching bladder the relief it had been begging for since that morning.
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Thanks for reading my story, I really hope you enjoyed it. ^_^ it was very fun to write and I really want to start doing more writing soon, every time I’ve tried previously other stuff has got in the way. >_<
-Shio
Edited May 27, 2020 by MisakaBestGirl
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In a hopefully near future:
It was a beautiful day. Not only was the weather amazing, it had also been the first day in ages with a normal work schedule. Typically, Liz was not the biggest fan of Mondays but an eternity of home office made her crave for a normal day at the lab she was working at. The anti-corona-restrictions were finally eased starting this week. All shops and businesses were open again and Liz hoped that everything would go back to normal from now on. She had been laying in the gras at the near by lake reading her new book since her shift was over. Reading has always been a big hobby of Liz but during the mostly boring time of social distancing it had advanced to new dimensions. She grabbed her gym bottle to take a sip but then realized that it was already empty. "HUh?!", she thought surprised. This >2 L-monster of a bottle usually lasted her the hole day and she remembered filling it all the way up just before leaving work about four hours ago. But today she had been more physically and mentally active and more productive than probably the hole last week combined. It seemed like her body was demanding more "fuel". "Well, makes sense ", Liz said to herself and went on reading. About 15 min later the alarm she wisely had set in case she would forget the time went off. "Reading can make you lose track of all the real world stuff, I guess." She packed all her stuff in her backpack, picked up her bike and went off to the city.
It was already past eight but it was still warm enough for her to comfortably ride without a jacket. The wind was playing with the hem of her knee-long dress she really liked, and Liz was in an awesome mood. Even though it had been a long day she was feeling energized and happy. Her plan was to head home just to grab something to eat and then go the gym which was finally open again, too! But when she had to stop at a red light, an advertisement caught her eye. Instead of following the street further into the city, Liz took a left and came to a hold in front of "Lin´s Temple of inner Peace". The advertisement that sparked her curiosity earlier stated:
"We´re back!
Choose your favorite massage to leave the Corona-Stress behind.
Discounts await!"
In all of the 29 years of her life Liz never had a professional massage. She was definitely curious. This could be the opportunity to turn a great day into a truly special day. Usually Liz was not of the spontaneous type but usually she didn´t enjoy Mondays either. It just wasn´t a usual day today. All the possibilities that were limited during lock down were now back to embrace. "Nothing to lose, let´s go!" She locked her bike at a lantern close by and walked to the entry of the massage salon. But the door was already locked. Liz was about to go back to her bike when she saw a young woman with blond hair about her size walk into the reception room through the door window. She waved to Liz, grabbed the keys and opened up.
"Good evening, how can I help you?"
"Hello, uhm. I wanted to get a massage but I see it is already past closing time. Sorry, I didn´t want to disturb you," Liz answered.
"You know what, you can come in if you want. The past months were pretty tough, we almost went out of business and we are literally thankful for every single customer."
"Please don´t put yourself to any bother on my account, really. I assume it was a very busy day for you and I can.."
The blond woman smiled and invitingly opened the door wide.
"No worries, today´s your lucky day. I mostly managed appointments and stuff while my boss did all the massages today. We only have one massage room. She is home now and I am just preparing everything for tomorrow. I am almost eager to get a massage in since it has been so long, to be honest. So feel free to come in. I´m Jess by the way."
Liz felt some sympathy for the bubbly masseuse. She seemed so happy to finally be able again to pursue her job she obviously really liked. She assumed Jess to be at least five years younger than herself. Jess was quiet attractive standing there in a black top and leggings smiling and looking at her in anticipation. Liz didn´t want to ruin this nice girl´s evening and also wanted to try out a massage.
"Thank you so much", Liz said and entered.
"You´re so welcome! Just give me two minutes to get the ambience right in the massage room. Take a seat, I will be back in a sec!"
Jess rushed of. "She is more excited to give a massage than I am to get one", Liz thought in amusement and sat down to read a flyer with massage info. But as she sat down the most immediate info did not come from the flyer but from her bladder. She needed a wee. She stood up and walked through a dark red curtain into a small corridor were Jess disappeared earlier. To her right she discovered a door with 'WC' on it, entered and locked the door. It wasn´t just a WC but a tidy proper bathroom. She pulled down her panties, gathered her dress and sat on the toilet. The last time she went had been at work shortly before leaving. With all the water she had drunk since then it was no wonder she had to go. So she peed and it was lots. The sheer amount made Liz ask herself how she didn´t realize any urge earlier. Maybe it was because at the lake she had been so distracted by her book and the few minutes on the bike had been too short of a time to pick up on the need. When she was done with her business Liz left the toilet and went back into the reception room. Jess was not back yet so Liz picked up the flyer again and started reading. It had an overview for all kinds of different types of massages offered there. Liz read through the descriptions but was undecided. The flyer also stated that it was important to go into a massage relaxed – "Well, I sure am now" – and well hydrated. Liz decided that since it had been a warm day, she could definitely use a glass of water or two. Fortunately, there was a water dispenser right next to the reception. Liz was finishing her fourth cup when Jess returned.
"Sorry, that took a little longer than expected. We´re all set now! Ah, I hope the water is not too warm yet, I already had unplugged the machine, sorry about that."
"Still nice and cold", Liz replied.
"Ah, good. And have you decided what kind of massage you want?"
"Well, I´m quite clueless when it comes to massages because I never had one."
"Hmm, I see", Jess said. "In that case I would suggest our classic full body massage where every body part gets some attention so you feel relaxed from head to toe afterwards. It is my personal favorite and it is also great value. It takes over one hour. Or do you not have so much time?"
"That´s not an issue for me but uuhm… I have another question. From what I learnt from this flyer you are typically naked during a massage. I have to admit I´m kind of shy."
The last time Liz got butt-naked in front of someone seemed ages ago. And it hadn´t been in front of a stranger also.
"Don´t you worry, you will be lying on your front most of the time I will always keep your lower private parts covered with a towel anyway. If you feel more comfy that way you can always just keep your underwear on. In the end this is about you enjoying and relaxing. I do recommend removing the bra though, so nothing is in the way on your back", Jess replied calmly and professionally.
"Well, a full body massage sounds good then. I´m excited!"
"Excellent choice. Don´t worry about the payment now, we can just handle it afterwards. If you go through the curtain the massage room is just straight ahead and there is a toilet to the right. Feel free to get comfortable on the massage table and relax. Everything is prepared and I will follow you in a moment."
Liz nodded and went through the corridor and entered the massage room. The atmosphere was beautiful. The room had some plants and Zen garden elements, the temperature was warm but not hot and it was not too humid. There was a decent scent that reminded Liz of a forest. She stepped out of her sandals, pulled her dress over her head and undid her bra. She hesitated for a second. "Maybe it would make a neater impression if I had a turbo shower and went fully naked?" She checked her light blue satin fullbacks. No concerns there and Jess also had assured her that it would not be a problem, so Liz decided to keep her panties on. She climbed on the table and laid down on her stomach with her face in the cavity for the head. Just laying there with her eyes shut and listening to the calming music in the background already had a relaxing effect on Liz. She felt like she was slowly sinking down more and more into the cushioning of the table. She almost didn´t notice Jess coming in.
"Is everything all right? Ready to start?"
Liz answered yes. Jess put a towel over her lower body and explained:
"I will start working on your upper back, neck and shoulders. If the pressure is to soft or to hard, if you feel any discomfort or pain or if there is just something you just don´t like, please tell me. It is your first massage and I want to make it a good one. This is done the easiest if you help me by communicating. Other than that, just enjoy!"
The next thing Liz felt were Jess´s warm hands rubbing oil over her back in gentle and fluid motions. After only a few moments of Jess massaging her neck and shoulders Liz knew that she would be able to fully relax for the next hour. Jess was in charge now and there was nothing for her to do except receive and enjoy. Jess´s firm grip and her soft voice had already built all the necessary trust.
"Is the pressure ok?"
"Yeah, very pleasant", Liz whispered back.
Jess´s hands were stronger than Liz had thought from first glance. The time seemed to slow down for her while Jess massaged her upper back alternating between spreading motions and kneading techniques. Her breath became slow and deep and Liz was sinking more and more into relaxation. For her, it was similar to the moment just before you fall asleep in your cozy bed after a fulfilled day but better. Thoughts came and went. There was no harm here, she was protected. Only good vibes.
Liz dozed while Jess was practicing her craft. Liz hadn´t quite noticed the transition but she realized that Jess was now massaging her feet and her back was covered under a towel. She couldn´t tell how long she had been laying on the table at this point. There was this feeling. Very familiar and yet different. Owing Liz´s current state of mind it was not at all unpleasant. "Communication is key", Liz remembered Jess emphasizing at the start and thus mumbled:
"I need to pee."
Jess was running her thumbs over the soles of Liz´s foot, slowly came to a halt and rested her palms on Liz´s calves.
"Well, we´re just about halfway through. I recommend having a short break then. No problem. What do you think?", Jess asked softly.
Liz was not fully awake but understood Jess´s words.
"Noou", she mumbled.
All she was craving in that moment were more rubs and strokes, more physical attention to her body. And unlike in previous scenarios where such a pressure level in her bladder had made her desperate, it didn´t really bother her now. From all the emotions, thoughts and sensations Liz only allowed the positives to affect her.
"Uhm, so do you want me to continue?"
"Oh yeah.."
Liz audibly exhaled when Jess slowly went on with the massage now working her left leg.
"This is pure bliss, really", Liz said.
"I´m glad you like it."
The massage went on and Liz subconsciously felt Jess´s hands, sometimes only fingers, pressing and gripping and stroking. She couldn´t help but moan from time to time not from pain but from enjoyment. She felt so safe that she started to slide away again. A soft voice called her back. Something had changed. The warm hands were on her back again, just resting. It was Jess´s voice:
"We´re done with arms and hands. That finishes up the first cycle of the routine. If you can recall a special technique from before you want me to repeat or have a specific body part in mind you want me to lay a focus on, please just tell me. If not, I will continue with some more attention to your back, maybe some deeper work. And then feet again."
Arms and hands? Liz couldn´t remember that part but feeling into them, her arms and hands were absolutely smooth and felt light.
"Sss perfect", Liz whispered.
For a few moments Liz enjoyed it to actively track Jess´s tough on her back. "Between my shoulder blades… nice and deep… going down slowly, uhhuuh almost butt." She smiled. But Liz couldn´t focus for too long, her face fully relaxed again and she felt like sinking another half a centimeter into the towels. While the massage was not sexual in any way, Jess hadn´t said a thing in this regard and the situation was vastly different from her masturbating as there was not this tension in her body, Liz found herself turned on. She didn´t ponder about this and also didn´t judge. She just observed and enjoyed. The same with this other feeling, her fullness. Again, Liz lost her sense of time.
"I have to pee."
Liz said this in a hushed tone as if she was talking to herself not really expecting an answer.
"You still have a good 15 minutes left. You can go to the toilet and then hop back on."
Jess already had pulled the towel from Liz´s lower body over her back, so that she could cover her breast when sitting up. But Liz said:
"Noou, don´t wanna get up."
"So, you want me to go on?"
There was a bit of confusion in Jess´s voice.
"Yes, please", Liz mumbled.
"Do you want to turn around and lay on your back? Or I could slide a rolled towel under your hips to take some pressure of that critical area", Jess suggested.
Liz just lifted her butt a few inches from the table and seconds later felt a soft rolled-up towel slip in between her lap and the massage table. Jess asked:
"Are you comfy? Are you sure you want me to go on?"
"Yes, please."
Jess left Liz´s upper body covered and started working her feet. She treated the right ankle joint carefully moving Liz´s foot from flexed to stretched position and back, then switching to the left one. Then Jess´s thumbs were stroking her sole again in circular motion. Then some rounds of pressing, holding and relaxing at some specific points. While Jess repeated this, Liz not only felt the tough at her feet but there were responses all over her body. At one point she felt light as if she was floating and only moments later found herself very connected with the table again. Despite having her eyes closed Liz became much more aware of her surroundings. Her breath was going slowly and deeply. The music went from blurred back round sound to acoustical stimulation with elements to explore like the slow and gentle melody of a panpipe or waves breaking in the distance. Without a particular intention Liz observed and embraced all the sensations coming down on her. Her bladder was full. She experienced a flow of clarity going through her mind. Liz was suddenly certain that if she would pee now it would only add to her relaxation. There was a rolled-up towel just underneath her, no harm would be done. Surely her masseuse Jess had put it there solely for this purpose. Without any hesitation Liz let loose.
"I´m going."
Liz heard her own voice as if somebody else was talking. She could feel herself emptying and her pussy getting wet and warm at the same time. There was some mild hissing. Jess was still stroking her feet, alternating from one to the other. Liz quietly moaned. She felt good. Happy. Sheltered. Finally, her well slowly ebbed away. A few last dribbles then she was done. Liz didn´t try to reclaim control but just lay there with every muscle in her body totally relaxed. So, she occasionally leaked through her panties into the towel while Jess finished the massage. Liz didn´t mind. Only good vibes.
After what must have been about 15 minutes but to Liz felt way longer the massage came to an end and Jess softly said:
"All right, we´re slowly coming to an end here. I hope you enjoyed. I will leave now. You can relax for another moment or two and then meet me at the reception. Take your time."
"Gotcha."
After Jess had left Liz started to move her arms and legs slowly coming back to normal. She sat up on the table and after a few seconds got on her feet. "Well, that was something to do", she thought to herself. She was a bit exhausted but her body felt great and her skin was oh-so-smooth. She felt like she had just lost ten pounds. With a big smile on her face she stretched with her arms over her head. Her wet panties were now a bit cold and were clinging to her private parts.
She had peed in them. During her massage.
Thinking about it now, Liz could feel blood stream to her face in a wave of embarrassment. The last time Liz had wet herself she had been in Kindergarten. She pulled her panties down to her knees. They were visibly drenched and not only at the front. The wetness had made its way a fair distance over the bottom as well. Jess must have noticed, there was no way she wouldn´t have. But Liz´s embarrassment couldn´t prevail for long because of the deep relaxation she just had experienced. "It has happened, nothing to do about it now", Liz thought and stepped out of her panties. She put on her bra and dress, stepped into her sandals, grabbed her backpack from the chair she had placed her stuff on and left. Before stepping through the curtain into the reception room Liz took a deep breath. But there was no use in delaying it. Also Jess politely hadn´t commented on the incident during the massage and, to Liz, came across as an overall nice person.
"Ah, there you are already."
Jess was sitting behind the reception.
"Listen, I want to apologize. I don´t even know…"
"Hey, don´t worry about it too much. Nothing a quick rinse couldn´t fix. So, don´t shame yourself! I certainly won´t. Stuff can happen, you know. Hopefully you still enjoyed the massage."
"Very much. Thank you. And thank you for being so kind", Liz replied relieved.
Liz payed for the massage and gave a generous tip. She had to persuade Jess to keep it. The young masseuse finally smiled and accepted.
"Well, thank you very much. Have a great week and maybe till next time!"
"Yeah, maybe. You too. Goodbye!", Liz said.
Then she left. She unlocked her bike and got ready to go. It was just before sunset. There was barely any traffic. Birds were singing. She crossed the street, got on her bike and started pedaling. Only when she felt the pleasant sensation of sitting down on her leather saddle which was almost hot from the last sunrays of the day Liz realized that she had forgotten her panties in the massage room.
Her wet pissy panties.
There again was a short wave of embarrassment but her inner peace very quickly returned. There was no going back now.
"What a day", Liz thought to herself.
The End |
This is a little spin-off of the story. This time it is told from Jess´s perspective. There is not much intro but hopefully the original story provides enough context.
Just about ten minutes left. Jess´s hands and forearms surely could use a break. She wasn´t in shape like she used to be before the virus-induced interruption and had to become used to doing her job again. While massaging her client´s feet she though that the woman in front of her was certainly anticipating the end of the massage even more. Her client didn´t make the impression to be desperate at all but she had mentioned twice already that she needed to wee but had refused to take a break. "Maybe I´m doing a good job then", Jess thought to herself. It was her first and her last massage for the day and at the same time the first massage in ages. And she was happy that it was obviously enjoyed. She focused on the massage again and a few moments passed. Jess heard the voice of her client.
"I´m going."
Jess´s heart skipped a beat. Her eyes unpreventably found her clients crotch. While a big massage towel hid the lower and upper back up to the neck of her client, her butt – slightly elevated and covered by light blue satin fullback panties – almost proudly presented itself. Jess was shocked as she heard a distinct noise and saw a wet patch form and grow and grow. What a surreal scenario! Her client, a woman of maybe 30 years and drop-dead gorgeous, lay in front of her totally relaxed and peed herself without trying to hide it or to hold back. Jess couldn´t believe it and almost forgot to go on with the foot rubs. And yet there she was with her stream still going. Jess could feel her face getting bright red. Something like this had never happened before in her 4-year-career as a masseuse. She was somehow getting aroused but also felt embarrassed and ashamed for her client. Wild thoughts were running through Jess´s brain: "Wow, no way! What is happening?! Was this me? Is this my fault? Did I put her in this… state?" Jess knew that reflexology can have an impact on body functions. But her knowledge about it was limited and surely even if she wanted to she could never induce… and accident. She decided to not say a word and remain as professional as possible. Her eyes were still fixed on the glistening fabric between the slightly opened legs of her client. Her panties were soaked, the rolled-up towel underneath her was soaked and the flow was still going. Jess only managed to look away when the hissing sound had subsided entirely. "I wonder how it feels like, she seems to not mind it at all."
She had to think about Tim, her boyfriend of about one year. Two months back they had talked about their fetishes and he had confessed that he was into watersports. Since then she had allowed him to watch her pee from time to time because she new he enjoyed it. But to this point she had not dared to indulge any further despite Tim´s requests. They had a fulfilling sex life, nevertheless. Jess started to fantasize. The recent happenings truly had turned her on. Maybe if she told Tim this experience it could lead to some… fun. She smiled at the thought.
Checking the time told Jess that she was long overdue. She went for a last round of techniques to finish of the massage. Her client had not said a word in the meantime.
"All right, we´re slowly coming to an end here. I hope you enjoyed. I will leave now. You can relax for another moment or two and then meet me at the reception. Take your time."
"Gotcha."
Jess quietly left the massage room and went through the little corridor to the reception. She wanted to call Tim. They had talked earlier, just after Jess had let her "after-hour" client enter, so he knew that she would be late.
"Hey baby, how are you", Tim picked up the phone.
Jess wanted to play it cool and also didn´t have too much time to talk. She had to control herself not to hint something right away. That would have been a mean tease.
"Hey Tim. I´m still at work but will be on my way shortly."
"Perfect, dinner will be ready. Love you!"
"Love you, bye!"
Tim had lost a bet the week before and had promised to cock her favorite dinner. "Such a sweety." After ending the call Jess contemplated how to speed her client on her way with as little awkwardness as possible. She found herself blushing a little bit again. "The poor thing. Hopefully, her very first massage experience was not ruined." A moment later her client appeared.
"Listen, I want to apologize. I don´t even know…"
"Hey, don´t worry about it too much. Nothing a quick rinse couldn´t fix. So, don´t shame yourself! I certainly won´t. Stuff can happen, you know. Hopefully you still enjoyed the massage."
"Very much. Thank you. And thank you for being so kind", the young woman replied relieved to Jess putting money on the counter.
"This is way too much, I can´t take it. But thanks for the offer."
"Please", her client replied.
"You opened up late just for me. And I, uhm.. caused.."
Jess didn´t want to force her to talk about her wet accident and expose her. So, she quickly intervened:
"It´s fine, it´s fine. I´ll take it."
"It´s the least I can do."
Finally, Jess took her pay and her tip.
"Well, thank you very much. Have a great week and maybe till next time!"
"Yeah, maybe. You too. Goodbye!"
Jess peaked at her as she turned and almost floatingly left through the door. You could tell that the massage had really done her well. "Such an elegant being." When she was out of sight, Jess stood up in a hurry. She wanted to get to Tim´s place now as soon as possible because she was hungry from her long day but even more so… horny. She had to wipe down the massage table and put all the used towels in the laundry basket. Most of her other work she had already done before meeting her unexpected guest. After she was done with the massage table, Jess made an even more unexpected find.
The satin fullbacks she minutes ago saw getting drenched in pee. There they were, laying near the chair at the entry of the massage room. As she was starring, an idea came to her mind. Jess got a plastic bag, collected the rolled-up towel that suffered most of the damage by absorbing the majority of her client´s urine and picked up the panties. They had gone a bit cold. She hesitated for a second but couldn´t resist and smelled them. To her surprise she perceived the smell not only to be not bad but actually enjoyable. "Kinda hot. Maybe he was right. Maybe Tim did know what he was talking about in the end. Maybe it was unfair to not even give that stuff a try. I will make up for it, starting tonight."
Jess put the panties into the bag, left her workplace and got on her way to walk the approximately two kilometers to Tim´s place. It was already dark and a bit chilly but there was no way she was taking the bus with this kind of luggage. While walking she pictured in her head what she might tell him, what she might do and how he would react. She found herself more and more turned on. Hopefully, he was in the mood at all. Jess arrived, entered the building and walked up the stairs to his flat. They weren´t exactly living together yet, but Tim had given her a key a long time ago.
"Hey baby!", Jess shouted while stepping through the door.
No answer. She listened closely and found her assumption confirmed by deep, regular breathing sounds. "Classic." She put the plastic bag she brought down and sneaked into the small living room where she found Tim sleeping on the coach. Jess smiled then softly kissed him awake.
"Baby", Tim mumbled and rubbed his eyes while sitting up.
"Oh, oh now. I haven´t even started cooking. I´m at it right away, Jess. How was your day?"
He had a somewhat guilty look on his face and wanted to get up but Jess hold him down and gave him another kiss. A proper one, this time.
"Forget about dinner for a second, baby. I would really like to tell you about my day and I want you to stay right here with me."
Tim seemed a bit confused but remained seated.
"What happened? Is everything all right?"
"Baby, relax! You´re in for a treat!", Jess teased.
She then proceeded to explain what had happened to her from the beginning. She described how her last client looked like, what she was wearing before and during the massage and how she had mentioned her bathroom-needs twice. That last part surely sparked Tim´s curiosity. He was fully awake now. He tried to hide it but Jess knew all to well that her boyfriend was getting excited. A quick glance at his crotch give her the clearest signal.
"And then, I couldn´t believe it myself, she peed herself! She even made an announcement! Panties still on, without turning a hair! Full on! With me having the premium view! Not kidding."
She made a short break and looked Tim straight in the eyes. His mouth was half open. Jess could tell he was somewhere between thankful, turned on and uncertain because she had out of the blue came around with this story heavily tingling one of his major sexual desires she had kind of neglected before with few exceptions.
"Wow", he said.
He was lost for words. And rightfully so. Jess smiled.
"And, Tim…?"
"Yeah?"
"It was kinda hot. To be honest."
His face had the expression of true happiness.
"You mean, you mean you liked watching? And…"
"I mean, the hole situation was so unexpected, overwhelming and… erotic. I can now somehow relate to your omorasi-what´s-it-called fetish a little bit. Thinking about it now, that woman might have this fetish, too? What do you think? But yeah, I must admit I liked watching, hearing, witnessing her accident. It was hot."
Jess didn´t only want to pleasure him by saying that but really meant it and was happy to have brought it up in front of her boyfriend. He reacted:
"What do I think? I think I have to treat you really good so you don´t run off one day with some pee-pants massage girl!"
Both of them laughed. Tim went in for a kiss. And another. Then Jess said:
"Baby, not to be rude or demanding or anything but I´m really horny."
She pointed at her cloths.
"How about I slip out of all of this, put on some… let´s say surprise decoration and you meet me in the bathroom in one minute to, instead of dinner, eat… me?"
In 90% of the cases it had been Tim who initialized sex, so going for it now so blatantly made Jess blush a little. But she was just so horny.
"Jess Selway! … You are awesome! It will be my pleasure! I love you, baby."
He gave her another kiss and she rushed to get the plastic bag and entered the bathroom without closing the door. She stripped out of her leggings. He heard Tim in the living room, his voice excited:
"Surprise decoration, heh? I wonder what that could be."
Jess answered through the open door while stepping out of panties which were a bit creamy but not piss-soaking wet like the pair she was about to put on:
"Well, they´re soft…"
She pulled her sweater and her T-shirt over her had in a hurry.
"…nice…"
She undid her bra and got her treasures out of the bag. The towel and the panties were wet and unfortunately cold. It would be fine, the bathroom had floor heating. The smell was not to strong and, again, got Jess even more turned on.
"…light blue in color…"
She put the fullbacks on. It wasn´t a perfect fit but it also wasn´t too ridiculous. "Ha! Worrying about the fit when pulling up someone else´s pissy panties. Now THAT is truly ridiculous!" Jess chuckled. She expected her boyfriend to peak around the corner at any moment now. She had described her clients underway in detail to him before and he might have already picked up on what was going on.
"…soaked…"
She put down the rolled-up towel and took a seat. While slowly sinking backwards onto the warm bathroom floor, Jess heard some rumbling in the living room. As she expected, for Tim there was no more holding back now.
That night was unforgettable.
The next morning, while both of them were still in bed, Jess said to Tim:
"Last night was so unbelievable, baby, I added 'pee my panties' to my monthly bucked list."
And she was thanked with a kiss.
The End |
This continuation of the story barely has anything to do with the initial events in the massage room anymore but describes how the couple Jess and Tim explores omorashi more. I hope, you guys have as much fun reading it as I had writing. Feel free to comment on what you liked and what you didn´t like so I can improve my writing a little bit. 😊
Jess´s feet hurt and her legs were tired. Although she and Tim had just made a halt to have a piece of cake and some coffee and to restock on supplies in the tiny village that was now four kilometers behind them, Jess really had to pull herself together not to lament on and on to Tim how this was not an enjoyable vacation at all. Instead, she tried her best to hide her misery and to not spoil Tim´s mood who was in his element. Hiking was his thing after all. It was already late afternoon of day three out of four of their trip. Jess had stopped counting kilometers long ago and stoically walked behind Tim on the narrow trail. Tim was carrying practically all their luggage in a huge, heavy backpack and it still looked like he was moving effortlessly while Jess was struggling and sweating. She would stay strong, not whine and fight through it, Jess told herself. Step by step.
After about two hours of uphill-fiasco Tim stopped to look at the sun and then at his watch.
"It will be dark in less than an hour. We should find a place and put up our tent. We managed a good distance today. I´m proud of you, baby. If we can keep up this pace, tomorrow will…"
"Rest?! Agreed!", Jess interrupted Tim while dropping on a stump.
She got a bottle out and started chugging water. Only minutes later they found a suitable place for the night and Tim started to put up their tent. The tent was small even for only the two of them. But Jess didn´t mind because that just meant cuddles at night. The sun set and it finally got a little cooler when Jess and Tim ate dinner. Sandwiches and bananas. Jess was thankful for the time she was spending with her boyfriend, but she was also exhausted so there was not much talking.
"Is everything alright? What are you thinking about?", Tim asked.
Jess smiled and half-jokingly said: "I´m thinking: Ouch, my calves! Ouch, my feet!"
Both of them laughed and Tim answered: "Is it that bad? Do you want me to apply my dilettantish massage skills?"
Jess giggled. "Thank you but no. Honestly, all I want right now is a kiss. And you spooning me while we sleep and recover."
Tim looked a little bit disappointed. "You want to go to sleep already? To be honest, I was hoping for sex tonight. Look where we are. We´ve got the world for ourselves, it´s just you and me. We could do all sorts of fun stuff. Naughty stuff even… and it has been four days…"
He playfully pushed Jess who was sitting in the gras next to him on her back and leaned in for the kiss. They deeply kissed for five minutes. But Jess decided against more 'physical activity' because of her hurting legs and her tiredness.
"Tim, I love you. But not tonight ok? Let´s get some sleep and then maybe start the day off right tomorrow, if you know what I mean."
"Baby, I love you, too. And I will school myself in patience eager to find out what 'starting the day of right' could mean", Tim said acting all innocent.
Jess thanked him and kissed Tim one more time. He would find out soon enough. She had two scenarios in mind. Both included watersports, his favorite fetish. She would wake him up in the morning, take him by the hand and guide him outside where she would do her morning piss in front of him. And maybe, if she would find the courage, she would spray a little bit on him or pee on his bare feet without warning. That would be a first time. Her other idea, also a potential first time, was waking him up, get him hard and immediately try cowgirl with a full bladder and just see what happens. Jess figured that if there would be leaks it was not a problem because there was no mattress to worry about and the sleeping bags could be easily rinsed. That one evening and night that sparked her own interest in watersports was almost four weeks ago. There hadn´t been much going on between Jess and Tim in this regard which surely was because Tim didn´t want to come across as pushy. But Jess herself had become more and more curious how certain things would be like, feel like and how Tim would react and reward her. Tomorrow was a golden opportunity.
When she came back from a quick wee in the woods Tim had already stored the backpack and their other stuff inside the small tent. There was no food-plundering wildlife to worry about but there was a high chance of rain tonight. Jess slipped inside the tent, stripped down to her underwear and got under the light blanked which was basically a fully opened sleeping bag. Tim came back from his toilet-trip and joined her. The couple lay in spooning position for some minutes listening to the sounds of nature.
"Are you warm enough and comfy?", asked Tim.
Jess just wiggled her butt against Tim´s crotch and nodded her head yes.
"Baby…!", Tim whispered a bit accusatory.
She could feel his dick growing and poking her a bit.
"You are such a tease."
Jess giggled and grinned. "I will make up for it. I promise."
"I can´t wait. Good night, baby."
He passionately kissed her neck.
"Love you, good night."
And she fell asleep in his cozy embrace.
When Jess woke up the next morning, she would have loved to turn herself around once more for some more rest. But her need to pee was quite urgent so she got up to go to the bathroom. She still felt sore from all the hiking of the previous days. It was like there were weights on her feet or glue on the ground. Either way, she made her way towards the toilet in slow motion. Something was odd but Jess couldn´t put the finger on it. In the middle of the bathroom she stopped and turned to see Tim taking a shower. He didn´t seem to have noticed her. Jess said good morning, but the sound of the running shower seemed to cover her words completely and Tim didn´t answer. She shouted "Baby!" but nothing. Weird. A lewd thought suddenly flashed through Jess´s mind. This would definitively get his attention. Without taking of her T-shirt and her panties she was wearing she stepped in the shower to join her boyfriend and stopped the water. Tim looked puzzled when she smiled at him while grabbing his hands and guiding them to her crotch area. Her heart skipped a beat. Then she just let loose without a warning. Jess let her morning pee flow with a passionate exhale. She enjoyed the moment and excitedly anticipated what might happen next. Tim´s voice came from far away:
"Baby… baby. Jess, hey..."
Jess woke up. She needed another second to really become aware of the situation. She was in a tent. Then it hit her. Jess immediately clenched.
"Baby... wake up."
Jess´s mind was racing: "Oh. My. God. Did that really just happen? Did I really just… no way, surely that was just in the dream, right?"
But after testing with her hand there was no denying the hotness and wetness anymore. She could feel her embarrassment shooting up, blood rushing to her face. This had at no point been part of her plans from yesterday. She just had an accident. And there was no hiding.
"And surely Tim knows. He´s lying right behind me.", Jess thought to herself.
She didn´t know whether she should cry or laugh or what she could say while she slowly turned to face Tim. When their eyes met, there was not the slightest bit of judgement in his look. And in this moment Jess was endlessly grateful for him and all the trust and love they gave each other. Her embarrassment subsided and she just wanted to make love with him.
"Hey.", she said.
"Good morning, my princess. Uhm… Is everything alright? I didn´t want to wake you up but you…"
"I know. I can´t believe it either. But go on.", Jess prompted with a wink.
"You… you peed…I was already awake, then there was this hissing…" Tim´s arousal was obvious.
"Yeah, what the fuck. I accidentally wet my panties in my sleep. Well, at least half-accidentally."
"Half-accidentally? Pee-dream?", Tim asked.
"Pee-dream. And it could actually have become a wild sex-dream if it had went on a little longer. Baby, are you turned on by any chance? 'Cause I am.", Jess admitted.
"As if you couldn´t tell, you tease."
They shared a kiss then Jess pulled Tim on top of herself.
"I want you right now. But I´m still pretty desperate."
"Yeah, you just went for about five or six seconds before stopping I think."
Jess felt his skin on hers. His strong grip. Passionate kisses.
"I figured that if I would lose a few spurts here and there while we fuck you wouldn´t mind too much, would you?"
This was like oil into the fire of Tim´s excitement.
"Oh baby, I love you." |
Sounds of blaster fire and screams of pain pierced through the tepid air. The ground below was unrecognizable with massive holes from cannons leaving their scars on the planet. Just a year ago the same field which was now littered with the bodies of clone troopers seemed to have an abundance of animal and plant life. Now, the number of trees remaining after the onslaught of war could be counted on a lone, human hand. The nearby farming civilizations lay desolate as its citizens fled to escape the ruins which now laid nearly everywhere. The fields where farmers harvested their crops no longer contained seeds within them, but rather corpses which lay in pools of blood next to frayed pieces of technology.
Each army jostled back and forth, struggling to gain an advantage in the frontlines of the battle. The clone troopers held an edge in this regard, as they had carefully positioned themselves in a location where a proud municipality once stood. The rubble of the buildings wasn’t much, but it was better than the alternative of fighting in the open with no cover. This asset was already beginning to lose its value as the sheer number of droids the Separatist army was equipped with was takings its toll on the Grand Army of the Republic.
“Sir! We are losing men by the minute, we cannot hold out much longer,” clone trooper Thread exclaimed, holding down his communicator in order to relay the message to his captain.
His squadron of five had now been reduced to three, and he didn’t like the odds of the rest of them surviving.
“We must hold the line! Reinforcements are on their way!” Captain Royal responded, immediately poking his head back out to destroy an incoming swarm of battle droids.
He lay with his back against a wooden structure. He had seen a lot of action throughout the war, but none like this. His detachment of troopers was on a scouting mission, not an assault. He looked over to Thread’s position as droids overran the sector, killing any clone which stood in their path. He shook his head and took aim at another one of the countless droids which stood ahead of him.
Ashoka Tano wielded her blades in order to deflect the incoming blaster fire. Her glance quickly averted from the waves of battle droids to her soldiers which filled the ranks around her. Their numbers were dwindling, quickly. She couldn’t help but to hear the screams of her men being ruthlessly gunned down and torn apart, only to be replaced by the next trooper behind them. She knew this was a bad idea from the start.
As the battle continued, the droids continued their advancement with ease as they outgunned the clones on a near fifty to one ratio.
“Cut off their escape route, I want the Jedi alive!” shouted Wat Tambor, leader of the Confederate forces, to his tactician droid.
“Yes, sir. Repositioning forces to cut off escape route, sir,” responded the droid in a robotic tone.
A squadron of droids began its way behind the preoccupied republic forces. It wouldn’t be long until they would be able to advance in and completely surround their enemies.
“Sir! We are surrounded!” Commander Royal shouted as he noticed they no longer had any path to escape.
“Just a little longer, we must hold on!” Ashoka quickly responded.
Ashoka sure hoped Anakin would arrive on the scene soon. Ashoka had been sent on a reconnaissance mission with several squadrons of clone troopers to survey a fallen city for survivors or supplies of any kind. As they had reached their destination, they were immediately besieged by a scout team of droids. They were quick to dispatch of them, but they had managed to relay their position to the rest of their forces. Wat Tambor was quick to arrive.
Ashoka had called in reinforcements, but they were no forces available as the only other republic military presence on the planet was led by Anakin, and they were scouting their own sector. They had run into difficulties with local creatures, but Anakin promised Ashoka that he would be there as soon as possible. As the droids came closer and closer in, Ashoka realized her only hope of survival hung on her Master.
Anakin sprinted to his star fighter. With the local animals put down with minimum casualties, Anakin now had a bigger problem to deal with. He swiftly jumped into the cockpit and fired up his engine. With ease he was able to maneuver his ship off the ground, with nearly twenty gunships behind him.
“Ashoka is not going to be happy we’re late,” he said to one of his fellow pilots.
“Better late than never, right General?” the pilot responded.
“You can be the one to tell her that,” Anakin quipped.
Anakin plugged the coordinates of Ashoka’s position into his navigator and willed his fighter to go as fast as possible.
“Just a little bit longer Ashoka,” he thought.
“Surrender Jedi scum!” taunted Watt Tambor from the safety of his transport.
What began as five dozen troops was now fifty-seven dead bodies and three fighting for their lives with one optimistic Jedi leading the cause.
“Sir, it’s just the four--” Captain Royal was cut off as he watched Clipper get gunned down right next to him, “three of us.”
Ashoka, Royal and Cobb stood on the remnants of the upstairs of a building. Their elevated position provided them a small advantage, but just enough to hold out for a little longer. Ashoka skillfully bended and twisted her blade to deflect the countless amounts of laser fire being sent at her and her two troops which remained. Royal dipped and dodged his way through the laser storm, all while returning fire with his two blaster pistols. Cobb manned the rotary blaster cannon, gunning down droid after droid with the quick hitting weapon.
“AHH! I’m hit!” Royal screamed in agony as a shot pierced his right shoulder.
Cobb looked to see his wounded commander falling, but that would prove to be fatal. Two blaster shots pierced his helmet immediately, killing him. The droids began to stop firing. Ashoka thought they had finally been able to slow them down before she realized that she was completely surrounded. She had been defeated.
“Ahhh. The great Ashoka Tano. Not much a match for the mighty droid army!” Tambor exclaimed excitedly as he dismounted.
Ashoka wished she could keep fighting, but she knew she couldn’t defeat all these droids. As much as she hated it, she had to surrender.
“I am in no position to keep----” Ashoka couldn’t finish her sentence before the unmistakable sound of a gunship overhead cut her off.
She looked up and smiled as she saw Anakin’s Jedi fighter leading the charge, as the clone troopers behind him manned the guns and began tearing into the droids that surrounded her and Royal.
“Now’s our chance, let’s move!” Ashoka said quickly to Royal, helping him walk as the droids shot upwards toward the gunships in confusion.
Tambor quickly realized they didn’t have the weaponry to counter an airstrike and ordered a retreat.
“Cut our losses, we must escape!” Tambor shouted to his tactician droid as he quickly ran to his transport and cowardly piloted it back to the Separatist stronghold.
Troops from the gunship began to repel down to the ground, cleaning up what was left of the retreating forces. Ashoka continued to help Captain Royal until two other troopers came to her side to take him.
“We got him from here Commander,” the trooper to the right said as he wrapped one of Royal’s arms around his shoulders.
“Thanks Commander, you saved my skin back there,” Royal said appreciatively.
“As did you,” Ashoka said with a cheerful grin as Royal began to be moved towards the medics.
The battle had taken much longer than expected, and Ashoka’s mind began to shift to another thought, a bodily function, before her thinking was interrupted by Anakin.
“Looks like you needed a rescue after all, huh?” Anakin jested cheerfully.
“Hey, if you had come sooner none of this mess would have happened,” Ashoka chirped back.
“Next time, try not to get spotted by droid patrols, okay?” Anakin said with a grin.
“Sir! We have found no other survivors, it was just you and Royal who made it out,” said a trooper who approached them said, “I suggest we move to a more reinforced area in case of the clankers decide to come back.”
Ashoka was devastated to lose all her men in an unnecessary battle. The price of war was often steep yet losing friends never became easier.
“You’re right, tell the boys to load up the ships and get out of here. We can discuss what happened back at the base,” Anakin said.
Ashoka smiled at the thought of going back to base, as she knew she could find a bathroom and continue on with her day. The warm climate of the planet had forced her to drink more water than she was used to in order to stay hydrated for battle.
Anakin and Ashoka walked together towards a gunship close to them, discussing the events of the battle. As they entered the gunship, Anakin was quickly interrupted by his Comlink going off.
“What is it R2?” Anakin asked quizzically.
After a few whirs and beeps, R2-D2 began to relay a transmission from Obi-Wan Kenobi.
“Anakin, the council has requested your audience to give a progress report. Our troops are spread thin and you may be reassigned to another planet that has more pressing needs,” the transmission said.
“Well Ashoka, looks like we are going back to Corosaunt,” Anakin said, his mind already beginning to think of a way he could sneak away with his wife, Padme.
Ashoka quickly asked, “Anyway we can stop at the base first? I uhh… want to check up on the troopers,” improvising the last part as she couldn’t think of a better reason as to why she would want access to the base before leaving.
“You know the council doesn’t like to be kept waiting, and we are already far enough away from Corosaunt as it is. We need to get going,” Anakin responded in a more serious tone.
Ashoka nodded, but still did not agree with the decision. They both exited the gunship as quickly as they entered it and headed toward his star fighter which R2-D2 piloted and landed right next to them. Ashoka mind wandered as she began to think of how long the trip would be while she got into the gunner’s seat.
The ship began its assent above the atmosphere of the planet.
“Master---” Ashoka began, before being cutoff for a second time today.
“No, it’s my fault, I should have gotten to your position quicker. I just didn’t think those beasts would take so long to take care of,” Anakin interjected, as he believed Ashoka wanted to continue their discussion about the battle. Her losing nearly all her men wouldn’t sit well with her and wanted to comfort her.
“No, it’s not that. I was just wondering how long it’ll take until we are there.” Ashoka asked, embarrassed.
“What? Uh… just, give it a little. We are in hyperspace. You miss the battlefield already?” Anakin asked, curious of his Padawan’s excitement.
“No, it’s just that I need to use a restroom,” Ashoka admitted sheepishly.
Anakin chuckled before responding, “Come on now Ashoka, you are a Jedi.”
“Knock it off, I was just asking,” Ashoka said rolling her eyes.
The way the seat of the gunner was made, there was little room for Ashoka to move around. She tried crossing her legs but wasn’t able to with the console of the gun right ahead of her. She sat back, biting her lip as she could feel her bladder filling.
To take her mind off her situation, she closed her eyes and began replaying the skirmish she had just taken part in. She thought of ways she could have improved her strategy, trying to run different scenarios in her head. She felt as if she had failed her troops, and they were now dead.
Anakin could sense the distress felt by his Padawan. He figured it would be better for her to figure this out herself, there was little more he could say. The starfighter continued its path towards its destination.
As the starfighter exited hyperspace, Ashoka grinned as she recognized the large planet ahead of her.
“Finally,” she thought to herself.
Anakin calmly piloted the ship towards the Jedi temple. Ashoka on the other hand could not keep still. Her right leg was constantly bouncing up and down. She longed to cross her legs, cursing the gun console ahead of her. She could already picture herself getting off this starfighter and sprinting straight to the bathroom.
Corosaunt was busy as always, with speeders going in seemingly every direction. Different alien species filled the air around them. Once the ship landed, Anakin quickly got out of the cockpit. He got Ashoka’s attention immediately.
“Come on, we are already late,” he said as he began to hurry into the Jedi Temple.
“Master! Master wait I need…” she realized she was talking to no one as Anakin had already walked away. She got out of the gunner’s seat and immediately felt her need to pee increase. She crossed her legs tightly and she put out a hand on Anakin’s starfighter to support her. R2-D2 beeped and whirred.
“Very funny R2,” Ashoka said through gritted teeth.
The temperature was cooler on Corosaunt and Ashoka preferred that from the hot planet she had just returned from. It also helped the air wasn’t filled with the smell of blood and death.
As Ashoka began to catch up with Anakin, she had to stop to cross her legs. She hoped no other Jedi would see her like this, clearly bursting to go to the bathroom. She was supposed to be a Jedi, a noble being, not some girl who couldn’t control her bladder.
Anakin looked back to see his Padawan awkwardly standing still, legs crossed tightly and face scrunched in concentration.
“Let’s go Ashoka, we need to present to the council!” Anakin said, resuming his speed walk.
Once she finally felt the wave of desperation pass, she began to run to catch up to Anakin. She knew running wouldn’t help but she also knew that she had to catch up to her Master. Once she reached his side, she realized she had no other choice and her right hand shot down to her crotch to help her keep in the pee that was trying to escape her body.
“Well, looks like you weren’t kidding huh,” Anakin said as he gave a funny look to his desperate Padawan.
Ashoka walked, trying to keep her legs as close together as possible. She looked longingly to her right, as she knew that the corridor led to a bathroom. Of course Anakin had to be running late. Her right hand squeezed hard, doing everything it could to prevent Ashoka from having an accident.
“Let’s just get this over with,” Ashoka said breathlessly as they approached the council chamber doors.
Anakin just stood, staring at Ashoka, who was now bobbing up and down. Her left hand had joined her right, and as she contorted her body, desperately trying not to wet herself.
“Well, what are we waiting for?” Ashoka asked as she realized Anakin was just staring at her.
“First of all, we can’t go in there with you looking like a three-year-old. Come on, compose yourself!” Anakin exclaimed, although he did feel bad for his Padawan.
Ashoka knew he was right, and she slowly removed her hands from her crotch. She felt as if her need to urinate doubled almost immediately. She groaned, but quickly stopped as she didn’t want to draw any attention to herself. Anakin walked into the chamber, and Ashoka managed to follow him as she awkwardly walked behind him.
Jedi Masters filled the room, each one seated as Ashoka and Anakin walked toward the middle of all of them. She felt all the eyes of the Jedi Masters close in on her and Anakin as they were now the center of attention. There was no chance for her to do anything more than cross her legs in front of this audience.
“Ah, Skywalker. Late again I see,” Master Windu said from his seated position.
“I apologize but our scouting mission took a little longer than expected.” Anakin explained as he bowed respectfully. He looked over at Ashoka and watched her attempt to bow, which she wasn’t able to do at all in her current state.
“We were met with resistance and were forced to engage in battle. I believe if we are able to reinforce our position with more troops, we should be able to eliminate the Separatist presence,” Anakin said, trying to summarize quickly.
“Interesting, but today I would like to see your padawan provide a battle summary. It will be a good indication if your teaching has been effective,” Windu said in response to Anakin.
Ashoka looked over to Anakin, her eyes full of panic. She had her legs tightly crossed and was doing her best to focus all her attention into one specific task.
“Why I am sure Ashoka would love to do that, I don’t think today is the best day. Ashoka is very…. worn out after the battle. Perhaps another time?” Anakin retorted quickly, trying to save Ashoka.
Mace Windu’s gaze switched to Ashoka, as he stared at her for a moment. Ashoka did her absolute best to stay as still as she could. Even with as hard as she was trying, it was obvious she needed to use the restroom. She kept re-crossing her legs and could not keep still for more than five seconds.
“Padawan, is this true?” Windu asked the desperate Ashoka.
“Y.. Y… Yes, Master Windu,” Ashoka managed to get out.
“In that case, use your time at the temple to rest and meditate. You will be reassigned to a new planet soon,” Mace Windu said doubtfully, not believing Anakin.
“Thank you, Masters,” Anakin said, bowing again before he left the room with Ashoka following behind. Ashoka wanted to do nothing more than make a bee line for the bathroom which stood just down the corridor she had walked past earlier. The moment they exited the council Ashoka’s hands immediately shot back down to her crotch.
“You owe me one,” Anakin said, chuckling as he watched Ashoka. She had resumed the pee-dance she was forced to stop when they entered the council.
“Haha, very funny. Well I’ll see you soon, I have somewhere to be,” Ashoka said.
She immediately began down the hall. She wasn’t able to walk very fast as she was forced to stop often to make sure she didn’t empty her bladder on the floor.
She knew the struggle was almost over as she could see the entrance to the bathroom now, she was so close. She mustered all her strength together and walked as fast as she could.
“Just a couple more feet,” Ashoka thought to herself.
She had finally reached the door. She grinned as she had finally reached the destination she had been longing for, but her satisfaction would have to wait as she heard a familiar voice calling her name. Master Yoda had seen her walking by as he was teaching younglings. She knew better than to ignore the Grand Master of the Jedi, and sadly began a slow backtrack towards the room he was in.
“Yes, Master Yoda?” Ashoka managed with a grimace on her face as she stood in the doorway of the room where a group of younglings stood, amazed to see the Padawan of the Anakin Skywalker himself. Each youngling wielded a lightsaber as they were beginning to learn the ways of handling the weapon.
Even with all of the attention, Ashoka continued her desperate pee dance, she had no choice at this point. The younglings’ amazement switched to shock and amusement as they realized the situation she was in. Master Yoda on the other hand seemed oblivious.
“Give these younglings a lesson on lightsaber combat, you can young Padawan,” Yoda said.
Ashoka was in no position for any demonstrations. Wielding a lightsaber required one of her hands, which she desperately needed somewhere else. Her hands were buried in her crotch as she continued to bounce her entire body up and down, almost pleading for Yoda to notice the predicament she was in, but to no avail.
“Ummmm, of course Master Yoda,” Ashoka said. She racked her mind to try to think of a quick trick she could do that would get her out of the room as quick as possible.
“A challenger, you have. Strong with the blade, he believes he is,” Yoda cryptically responded before a youngling walked to the front of the room.
Ashoka began to panic. There was no way she could focus enough to fight this youngling and make sure no one got hurt in her current situation.
“Ah… a duel,” Ashoka said, trying to make a joke in her desperate state.
The youngling smiled and ignited his blade, eager to test his skills. Ashoka slowly removed one hand from her crotch and immediately crouched down as a result. She could feel herself leak the moment she had removed her hand. She used her heel to assist her in containing her bladder as she crouched in front of the class. She was completely embarrassed at this point and she knew was going to piss herself if she had to continue with this fight in front of an entire class. She slowly stood up again, but both of her hands were still on her crotch and it seemed as if she was unable to remove either.
“Well, how would you like to duel me instead?” another voiced echoed from the entrance of the room.
To Ashoka’s luck, there stood Anakin. As much as Anakin liked joking around with his Padawan, he would never want to see her mortified in front of Yoda and a class of younglings.
Amazement filled the room as the students began to recognize who had just walked in, averting their attention from the girl in the room who was on the verge of peeing herself.
“Get out of here, Ashoka. I believe you have a more pressing matter to attend to,” he whispered with a grin as he watched a hunched over Ashoka with both hand in her crotch exit the room as quickly as possible.
“Thank you,” Ashoka mouthed to Anakin before desperately making her way to the bathroom.
Ashoka quickly made her way to the bathroom which now stood just a few feet away from her. She had finally made it to a toilet at last. She sighed in deep relief as she emptied her bladder. That had been a close call, too close.
As she exited, she walked back into the classroom with a look of relief on her face. She grinned as she saw Anakin messing around with the young child.
“Now, about that duel?” she asked.
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(P.S. The final chapter contains a small amount of messing. I know not everyone likes that kind of thing)
Chapter 1:
Ava was captain of the field hockey team at Bloominfield High School. She was tall, and athletic with black hair and brown eyes she had small breasts but a large butt that made up for it. She was considered by some to be the hottest girl in the school. It was her senior year and she was looking forward to it. Her best friends Molly and Kathrine were also a part of the team. They had been friend for as long as anyone could remember and they did everything together. Molly was around 5' 2" and blond with pretty blue eyes and very large assets. Katherine was a little taller at 5' 4", also blond and with perky breasts and an average sized butt.
It was their first match of the season against Elmsdale High, a school 3 hours away by bus. As the girls loaded onto the bus Ava looked around her their were 13 girls on the team including Ava, Katherine, and Molly. There were only three other seniors on the team. One of the other seniors, named Celia, was just now getting on the bus. Celia was 5' 3" with brown hair and had a tiny butt. She had green eyes and nice breasts. Scanning the bus, Ava located the other seniors. Alicia sat toward the back and was listening to music on her phone, her black hair spilling over her shoulders. She was nicely tanned after working as a lifeguard over the summer. Alicia was the only openly lesbian girl in the school. Next to her was the last senior on the team. Her name was Eliza.
Eliza was a shy girl. She almost never talked to anyone and had never made friends easily. She was taller than average at 5' 8" and as thin as a rail. Her dirty blond hair matched nicely with her bright blue eyes. Her almost non-existent boobs were counteracted by a nicely sized ass.
As the bus pulled out onto the road Ava felt a small twinge in her bladder. She ignored it though and continued to talk to Molly and Katherine about normal things like boys and school. She had no idea how crazy this day was going to get.
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Chapter 2:
The bus pulled into the Elmsdale parking lot. Ava's need had increased slightly but it was still manageable. I'll just go when we get to the field, she thought. As the girl walked toward the field, Ava's need was reciprocated by some of the other girls Celia included.
"Can I use the bathroom?" Celia asked their coach. "Sorry girls there are no bathroom here" the Coach responded. "Apparently they are doing renovations."
Celia groaned and Ava's face whitened in horror. She didn't know if she could hold it all throughout the game and the bus ride home. But she didn't have a choice. she would just have to hold it no matter what.
Next to Ava, Katherine said something under her breath. "What?" Molly asked. "Nothing" came the reply. I just kind have to pee".
Ava felt a little bit better that someone else shared her predicament. The girls were all dressed in the school uniform, a purple jersey with the school logo on it and grey leggings on the bottom. The team went through their warm ups quickly and jumped into the game shortly after. It was a good game. It was so intense Ava forgot her need to pee entirely. it came right down to the wire with each team trading goals. the game was finally won when Alicia scored a goal in the final minute putting the score at 5-4 in Bloominfield's favor. The girls celebrated on the sideline before shaking hand with their opponents and heading back to the bus.
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Chapter 3:
As the girls clambered back onto the bus, Eliza started to worry. She needed to use the bathroom. And badly. She sat in the middle of the bus on a seat by herself. As soon as Eliza sat down she put a hand in her crotch. She had been confident she would make before but now, wasn't so sure. the last time she could remember having an accident was in 3rd grade. It had been embarrassing then she thought. Think of how bad it would be now. Eliza settled in. It was going to be a long drive.
One hour had passed and Eliza was on the verge of panic. She had both hands jammed into her crotch and her legs tightly crossed. She was sweating with the effort of holding in her pee. It had gotten bad in a matter of minutes. Eliza now knew she couldn't wait for the remaining two hours. She was going to pee soon wether she wanted to or not. Think Liza she thought. What can I do? Suddenly an idea came to her. She could just ask the coach to stop the bus! As if it had heard her thoughts, Eliza's bladder spasmed sending a couple drops of pee into her underwear.
She needed to do something quick or she would defiantly pee herself. She revisited the idea of asking for a stop, but quickly dismissed it. She was too shy to reveal her desperation to the entire bus. Plan B then she thought, and looked around desperately. As Eliza searched for something to help her predicament, a bottle, or container, or something her bladder took matters into its own hands. she leaked again as if to send a warning shot. Eliza's hand immediately returned to their original resting place between her legs. This was it. She knew there was no time left to try anything and tried to accept her fate. with a whimper and a muttered, "Oh no" Eliza's bladder released. A trickle found its way out, then a squirt, then it was over. Her pee quickly shot into her pants, overwhelming her panties and starting on her grey leggings. The piss pooled around Eliza's thighs and her ass in a large puddle and started slowly dripping over the seat.
Luckily for Eliza, she was sitting in a seat by herself. Nobody cold see her accident. Not for now at least. Working quickly, Eliza grabbed a sweatshirt from her bag and stated to soak up the drips. that was one problem solved. The larger problem was that she was still sitting in a pool of her own piss. There was no way to clean it up. Eliza resigned herself to a very uncomfortable ride.
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Chapter 4:
Molly and Katherine were sitting in a seat together. They were watching a movie on Molly's phone. Or rather Molly was watching a movie. Katherine was trying not to pee herself. She had need to go since before the game and was now completely desperate. She was trying to hold herself without Molly noticing, which was not that difficult as Molly was completely engrossed in the movie. They were watching Friday the 13th, which isn't the best movie to watch with a full bladder.
This isn't to say that Molly didn't have to pee either. In fact she was also quite desperate, though not nearly as bad as Katherine. She knew she could make it home if things went smoothly. At this point in her life Molly had watched so many horror movies she was practically desensitized to their terrors. She looked across at her friend. "Kat, are you even watching?" she asked. "Hm..? Oh sorry" came the reply. "I kinda zoned out". "Come on!"Molly said. "This is a good one!"
"Fine" said Katherine. It would be nice to take her mind off her bladder even just for a little bit. Unfortunately for Kat she had forgotten the kind of movie she was watching. As soon as she looked at the screen, a masked killer jumped out of the shadows. Katherine screamed in fright. Thoughts of her bladder instantly left her mind. Her first thought was to run before she remembered she was just watching a movie. As she got control of her senses back she felt a warm sensation in her crotch area. She looked down and saw a rapidly expanding dark spot on the front of her leggings.
She finally put two and two together and realized she was peeing herself. "Shit!" she yelled as she tried to regain control of her bladder. But it was already too late once her bladder had started emptying itself it wasn't going to stop. All Katherine could do was stare in horror as she pissed herself. The pee branched out over her thighs turning the material a dark grey.
Molly, startled by Katherine's scream, turned to she her friend actively having an accident. The sight was so ridiculous she burst into a fit of laughter. " Oh my god! You just wet your pants!" and sayings of the sort were mixed between giggles and snorts. The irony of the situation was that as Molly was laughing at her friends predicament she also started to lose control of her bodily functions. She could feel her hold on her bladder slipping. All of a sudden her grip was gone altogether. Molly's bladder released creating a river in her pants. As the pee quickly saturated her thong and moved onto her leggings all she could do was laugh. The piss she had been so confident she could hold was pouring down her legs working its way to the back of her thighs and past her knees.
At this point she had well and truly wet herself. Most of the bus was staring as a combination of Molly's laughter and Katherine's screams proved quite distracting. Katherine looked at her friend cockily and said with a smile: "Who's laughing now?"
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Chapter 5:
Alicia, sitting in the back of the bus was reassured by Molly and Katherine's accidents. At least she would not be the only one if things went wrong. Alicia was one of the teams star players , and because of this had played the whole game. She had drank her entire water bottle , refilled it and drained it again. This was a mistake. Alicia had a long history of bladder problems. When she was young her parents thought it was nothing. Just what kids do. But as Alicia grew older and continued to have accidents, they wondered if there was a problem. They had gotten her tested for incontinence, but the doctor had said that she just had a weak bladder.
Nowadays Alicia was more careful. She hadn't had an accident in over three years. Now that streak might be in danger. Alicia had needed to pee since the middle of the game. She had thought she was going to pee herself an hour ago. Yet somehow she held on. This was soon to change. Alicia could feel pressure building and knew any minute now could be disaster time. To make matters worse, if Alicia did indeed wet her pants, it would all be obvious to Celia sitting across the aisle .
Alicia had been looking at Celia for a long time. The girl was beautiful. As the only open lesbian at Bloomnfield, she had never been in a serious relationship. As Alicia stared Celia looked at her and gave a quick wave and a smile. Alicia returned it. Her bladder ached reminding her of her current situation. It was almost as if Celia was cheering for Alicia to hold it. That's stupid Alicia thought thats not true.
Alicia was right. Celia was not cheering for her to hold it. She was actually hoping desperately for the opposite. Celia has had this particular fetish for a long time. Ever since she was thirteen she had loved peeing herself. Not in public of course, but right before she got into the shower or when nobody was home. These wettings usually were followed by some other activities that had also felt incredible.
That wasn't Celia's only secret though. She was still in the closet. Like Alicia, Celia had never been interested in guys. She had never told anyone about her sexuality, not even her parents. Sh was scared people would treat her differently. Distracting her from these lovely thoughts was her own bladder. While observing Alicia's desperation she had become desperate herself. She just hoped she could make it to a private place and let everything out.
Alicia was also thinking about peeing herself, though not for pleasure. She had already leaked twice and there was a small stain on her leggings, which she covered with her hands. Fortunately, the bus was entering town. There was only ten to fifteen minutes left on the ride. She was starting to think she might just make it.
"Girls we ran into some traffic. We could be here a while" Coaches voice echoed down the bus. Just like that all hope at least semi-dry pants left Alicia's mind. In the same instant her bladder seemed to agree. It spasmed one final time before letting go completely. The urine she had so desperately been trying to hold spilled out of her like a hose. She leaned her head back and gave in. The warm pee spread across the whole seat pooling around her ass. Dark stains appeared on her legs as she had her first accident in years. The sensation of the warm piss on her body reminded her of her previous accidents.
Alicia felt like a kid. What would Celia think of her now?
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Chapter 6:
Celia saw Alicia's head lean back and her eyes closed and waited with bated breath. As the dark stain spread across the other girls legs, Celia felt like jumping for joy. She sat transfixed as her dreams came true before her eyes. It was the hottest thing she had ever witnessed.
Her body moved of its own accord. One minute she was sitting across from Alicia, and the next she was on top of her. Alicia looked up in confusion before Celia's lips pressed into hers. She was shocked fro a second. This was like a dream come true for Alicia. She stopped hesitating and kissed back with force. Alicia laid back on the bus seat and pulled Celia down on top of her. Alicia's back immediately got wet and she realized she had just laid down in her own piss. She didn't care though.
Their bodies writhed together, moving to a beat only they could hear. Celia was in heaven. She didn't care about her bladder anymore and released her pee spilling out of her alike a faucet. Because she was laying down, the pee soaked the front of her legging turning the top of her thighs and pelvic area to a deep shade of grey. The pee was the cherry on top of the cake. She had never felt better in her life.
As the tops of Alicia's legs grew warm she wondered if she was wetting her pants for the second time. Soon she realized it was Celia peeing herself! For some reason Alicia didn't mind it. It might actually felt good. As the two girls continued to rub their bodies together Celia felt another kind of pressure building in her lower body. As they were kissing, Alicia started to touch Celia's crotch. Celia gasped and grabbed Alicia. She had never felt this way before.
As Alicia continued to rub Celia through her leggings, the pressure grew until Celia climaxed. An orgasm ripped through her body as she let out a quiet moan. For the second time that day, fluid shot out of Celia's body going straight into her leggings.
After a second of rest, it was Alicia's turn. Celia firmly planted her hand on Alicia's vagina and began to rub as fast as possible. The friction of the leggings against Alicia's pussy caused her to groan. After a minute of passionate kissing and intense rubbing, Alicia couldn't contain herself. She came hard groaning into Celia's lips. The two girl lay there together for a while until the bus began to move.
Then Celia got up and returned to her seat, her leggings stained by a mix of bodily fluids. Alicia looked over at Celia and the two shared a secret smile. Alicia was covered nearly head to toe in piss, Celia's and her own. The two girls had just had the best time of their lives and none were the wiser.
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Chapter 7 (Contains Messing):
After almost an hours delay, the bus pulled up to Bloomdfeild and the girls got out. Five of them were going to have to explain to their parents why their legging were drenched. But not Ava. Against all odds, Ava had kept her pants dry so far. Unlike the other girls, Ava lived near the school and was going to walk home. As she started the journey, she wondered if She would make it to her house in time.
I've made it this far! I'm so close! she thought. It was a five minute walk, but Ava was going considerably slower than normal due to her aching bladder. She waddled down the streets of the quiet town, hands pressed firmly between her thighs. It was a little past 11:30 and Ava knew her parents would be asleep already. This ment that even if she did piss herself they might not ever know.
As Ava turned onto her street she felt her bladder about to release. " Not yet!" she yelled. She could see her house! She was so close! As the first drops of pee found their way into her panties, she started to run. It was no longer a matter of keeping her pants dry, and was more a matter of getting less wet. As she tore down the sidewalk and up the porch, Ava knew it was no good. She pulled open the front door and stood in the dark hallway.
The piss was running down her legs in streams creating trails of wetness down her legs. Her ass had not escaped as she could feel the warmth on her rear. I just wet myself she thought in dismay. Even though nobody was there to witness her accident, she was ashamed none the less. As she looked down at the mess she had just made, a second urge hit her like a truck.
Before she could make a mad dash to the bathroom, her bowels released. She farted once, then stood in shock as a log of solid mess found its way into her panties. Ava started to walk upstairs. In her bedroom she looked at herself in the mirror. Her leggings were drenched in her piss and turning around she could see that she had indeed shit herself as well. Her ass was soaked and in addition, her leggings had stretched out to accommodate her second accident.
Ava undressed and threw her leggings and panties into the trash. She cleaned herself up and jumped into bed. It had been a long day. |
So this is a little something I've been quietly working on for a bit, now. With Journey to Arnwick finished, I'll probably have more time to devote to it. I can't say for sure that it's gonna be my next thing, but it's certainly something I enjoy writing, and something I have a lot of ideas for.
Oh, and that "hypnosis" tag won't really apply until the second chapter and on, but oh boy will it apply.
Hope you enjoy!
Chapter 1 - A Desperate Escape
There truly is no ideal time to get chased down by the cops,
But how did they always manage to turn up when Jenny needed to piss?
Speeding down the road, pushing her motorcycle as fast as it would go, she desperately wished the flashing lights and sirens behind her would disappear so she could pull over and relieve herself, but no. The red and blue lights continued to illuminate the forlorn road around her. She was honestly pretty surprised; her bike was fast. The fact that these police cruisers from some broke, no-name town could keep up with her was impressive.
“One little arms deal, and they send the whole town after me,” She murmured into her helmet. The road grew rough, creating quite a bumpy ride. As Jenny bounced up and down along with her bike, she cursed each little bump that threatened to make her piss her pants. Ignoring the pressing need of her bladder, she looked around for any detours she could make- anywhere she could try and shake her pursuers.
Hope presented itself as a somewhat more narrow road that she turned onto. For a brief but wonderful moment, the headache-inducing red-blue lights of the cruisers vanished, and only simple moonlight illuminated her surroundings. The fleet of cars behind her couldn’t make turns as easily as her lone motorcycle, and the turn put a fair distance between them. Another unexpected turn later, and Jenny felt she had nearly lost her unwanted entourage. Given that her bike was black, and her outfit consisted of a matte black helmet, black leather jacket, and black leather pants, she blended into the nighttime scenery pretty well, too. These wannabe cops had nothing on her, she thought.
That is, until a cruiser pulled out in front of her from some unknown nook, nearly causing her to crash into them. She swore loudly, and veered right as hard as she could, finding another empty road. The shock had reached her bladder, and Jenny was sure she felt some wetness at her groin. They are actually gonna make me piss on myself, aren’t they? The howl of sirens behind her grew louder, and she knew it was gonna be a while longer before she was actually safe.
She groaned loudly, and shuffled lightly in her seat. She labored to blank her mind, and just keep focused on the road while she emptied her bladder into her pants. Despite its terrible need to urinate, her bladder resisted. With a push, a jet of urine streamed into her panties. Her groin was overtaken by warmth, and Jenny felt her cheeks burn. She inhaled, and pushed again. Another, longer stream met her underwear, soaking them more thoroughly than the first. She felt the sickly wet heat slowly creep down to her butt. “Piece of shit cops,” she muttered disdainfully while she inhaled, and prepared to really let go.
At last, her bladder was persuaded to release its contents. Urine flowed freely into her clothes, completely drenching whatever regions of her panties had remained dry. For the first time, that sickly, warm wetness began to crawl down her thighs. Instinctively, she looked down at her groin to inspect the damage, only to remember that she was wearing leather. Nothing showed on the outside of her pants. However, since none of her pee could soak into and be absorbed by her trousers, all of it ran down her legs. She felt the piss reach her ankles, and soak into her socks as it ran into her shoes. What didn’t flow into her shoes spilled out the bottom of her pants, immediately vanishing into the wind, given that she was driving a good few dozen miles over the speed limit. She wondered if the cops behind her were close enough to wonder what the deal was with the sudden, smelly mist.
Her stream slowed, and tapered off, bringing an end to the most unpleasant piss she’d ever taken. Man, it’d really suck to get caught, now. She could already imagine the jokes and laughter they’d share if they managed to catch her, and she was still dripping. She pushed those thoughts out of her mind. Since she’d finished wetting herself, her focus could be returned to more practical matters.
The last visible cruiser chasing after her was lagging a good distance behind. Barring any further surprises, a few more unexpected turns should completely separate them, and then she’d just need to drive for a while to make sure they lose the trail. She put her plan into action, and made a sharp turn. The longer the chase went on, the more Jenny found herself driving on what she felt had to be completely uncharted roads. The shacks and trailers she passed by could hardly be misconstrued as being signs of civilization. Being so far out in the boonies was supposed to make it easier to evade the police, for fuck’s sake. Cops in little towns like this were supposed to be laid-back.
She took another road, hearing the sirens grow ever more distant behind her. She made several more little turns and detours, until she could no longer hear nor see the horrible red-blue lights and sirens. She couldn’t risk stopping just yet, but she did breathe a little easier. Doing so, she noticed a slight salty smell in the air. She was somewhere near the coast. If she could find a town or city on the water, she could well be home free. Coastal cities get a lot more visitors, and she could blend into the crowd more easily.
She was forced to make one short stop when her eyes fell upon her nearly depleted gas gauge. The gas station she found actually occupied a rather scenic spot. Along a high coastal road, providing a look at the rocky shoreline below. She’d be a fool to use her credit card when the cops were chasing her, so she’d have to go in to pay. Just as well, as she wanted to visit the bathroom and see if she could clean herself up, just a bit. She parked her bike, and climbed off of it. The interior lining of her pants, along with her panties, were still quite wet, and had grown cold and clammy. Her shoes and socks were wet, too. She didn’t know which one, but something she was wearing produced a humiliating squish sound as she walked. She had to walk quite slowly to prevent it from happening. She lifted the visor on her helmet, and sniffed the air, hoping she didn’t reek of piss.
The gas station was quiet. A man who looked like he’d rather be anywhere else in the world than working the graveyard shift at a gas station manned the counter, watching a small TV with the volume on low. His only greeting was a curt nod in her direction, which she returned. If she smelled like a public bathroom, he didn’t let her know.
She walked into the ladies’ room, doing her best not to look like a woman who already made a bathroom out of her underwear. As expected, no one else was inside. She took her helmet off, and set it on the counter in front of the mirror. Her tired reflection looked back at her. Her blonde hair was messy, and only barely resembled the ponytail she’d put it in earlier. She entered the biggest stall available, and mentally braced herself to lower her pants. When she did, she grimaced at the sight of her drenched and yellowed panties. They had been white, once, but an hour and a half of riding and soaking in pee had changed that. Weighing her options, she considered going commando, but she knew that her pants wouldn’t be a great deal more comfortable. For the time being, she settled on getting some toilet paper and wiping her legs down.
Jenny froze when she heard the door open. Light footsteps sounded through the bathroom. Jenny hastily yanked her pants back up, ignoring how it pressed her wet panties against her. She peered through an all-too-wide gap in the stall door, and internally screamed when she saw a woman in police attire at the mirror. She was inspecting something about her uniform, but Jenny could tell that her gaze found its way to the slick, black motorcycle helmet on the counter. There was no way they hadn’t radioed every cop for a hundred miles and told them to be on the lookout for that helmet.
The cop picked up the helmet, and began to inspect it. While her eyes were away from the mirror that afforded her a view of Jenny’s stall, Jenny quietly slid the door open. She opened up her jacket, and withdrew her pistol from an interior pocket. She cocked it loudly to make the weapon’s presence known, and pressed it into the woman’s back. “Don’t make a move!” Jenny ordered in her most stern voice. The officer’s only movements were to drop the helmet onto the counter, put her hands up, and turn her head slightly to look into the mirror’s reflection. That, and an odd shuddering motion. Her legs shifted repeatedly, and Jenny could see the woman’s face scrunch up. An awful smell hit her, and Jenny could only mutter, “Don’t tell me you just… ”
Jenny glanced at the woman’s ass, and looked in disbelief at the large and growing bulge there. Her dark blue pants began to stain as the officer’s somewhat wet load was pushed into them. The poor woman well and truly filled her pants up. Jenny, in her wet underwear, could certainly sympathize with having to hold it, but she’d never soiled herself, before. She’d certainly never had an accident out of fear, before. She was made of sterner stuff than that. “Did you really just crap your drawers?” Jenny asked, judging.
She saw the woman’s anger in her reflection, “Why do you think I came to the bathroom, bitch?! You just had to pull this little stunt now, didn’t you?” She was glaring at Jenny’s reflection- and thus at Jenny herself- but the officer’s cheeks were burning read, and tears were brimming in her eyes. There was a soft crackling sound, and the bulge on her ass grew. The officer averted her eyes in shame. There was a wet mound across her rear end, and it looked like some of the mess had escaped down her thighs, as well. Jenny thought her own panties looked bad, but there’d be no saving hers.
“Fair enough,” Jenny conceded, “Guess this is what I get for pulling a gun on someone in the toilet. Anyway, here’s what we’ll do: I’m gonna take your gun and walkie-talkie, and I’m gonna handcuff you to something in here. If you don’t make a move, I don’t have to shoot. We clear?”
Still scowling, but also still blushing and tearing up, she glanced back to Jenny, “... Clear.”
“Awesome,” Jenny confiscated the officer’s gun, sticking it in one of her own pockets. She retrieved the handcuffs, and used her pistol to push the woman forward, and down onto the ground. She cuffed her to a pipe under the sink, and then took the walkie-talkie as she stood back up. The cop was clearly trying to find some way to sit that didn’t have her sitting right on top of her mess. Judging her squirming and cringing, she wasn’t very successful. “Now don’t you worry, I’m sure someone’ll find you before too long.”
“Soon as somebody finds me, I’m coming for you,”
“Girl, if I were you, I’d be way more focused on coming up with an excuse for why I have a load in my pants,” the cop, “Officer Jones,” as a now-visible name tag identified her, continued to glare at her with the most hateful look. Jenny found pockets to stealthily hide the items she’d taken from Officer Jones, put her own gun away, and reclaimed her helmet. As she reached the door, she turned back to the officer, and put a finger up to the front of her helmet, over her mouth. If Jones was smart, she wouldn’t call out for help.
Jenny walked by the employee, who looked even closer to falling into a coma than before. With a mute wave, she left the building. She didn’t even get any gas. She’d have to make do with what little she had left.
Resuming her driving, Jenny was certain she was going to have the rash of the century. Her legs were still damp, and already stung lightly. She could only take solace in the fact that she hadn’t shat herself like Jones. Everything else about her night had been shit, just mercifully not in a literal sense.
When she saw a road sign announcing the town of Ravenwood, Jenny had little choice but to pay it a visit. The morning sun would be up soon enough, and she was exhausted. Surely, there’d be a hotel with a convenient enough place to stash her bike. |
And here's Part 2! The beginnings of Ravenwood's strange hypnosis start here. Hope you enjoy!
Chapter 2 - The Local Flavor
Jenny’s sleep had not been particularly restful. The small port town of Ravenwood had little to offer in the way of hotels, so the best she could find was a cheap little place nestled into the hillside. She could hardly argue with the view, though. It overlooked the town, and afforded a great view of the ocean.
After she arrived in town, she stopped by a store to grab some new clothes. Again, she was nervous about how she must’ve smelled, but her pants heroically kept her secret, and no one seemed to notice any odor. Once she’d booked her hotel room, she finally had the chance to bathe and clean herself up. Peeling off her pants and panties after soaking them in her own pee for hours turned out to be an activity Jenny did not enjoy very much. Her panties had been permanently yellowed, and her leather pants- while salvageable- would require some thorough cleaning. She began washing them, and tried to repress the knowledge of why they needed to be washed, since she wanted to wear them again but didn’t know if she’d be able to as long as she remembered pissing into them.
But at least she could take it a bit easier, without the cops hot on her ass. The authorities here had likely been notified to be on the lookout, but Jenny knew how to hide in a crowd. She’d eluded arrest more than once, and this time was no different, even with the spirited pursuit they’d given earlier.
Her room was cramped and, judging by the crumbs and dust loitering on the furniture, not particularly clean. But, to her, it was home until she could leave. She made sure the blinds were shut, and collapsed on the bed. Soft enough, but I’m treating myself to a 5-star resort once this blows over. Jenny made some serious bank off the deal, and she intended to pamper herself with it. She lazily turned on the TV and flipped through the channels, fruitlessly trying to figure out what number any channels she actually liked had been relegated to. Within minutes, the day’s exhaustion took her, and, remote in hand, she fell asleep.
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Ravenwood culture.
Ravenwood culture.
Ravenwood culture.
Hey kid, have you heard about Ravenwood and its culture? Holy shit, talk about something else.
Jenny, not content to sit in her room and watch television for days on end, had ventured into town to alleviate the boredom. In practice, this was a horrible fucking idea. Some kind of festival was going on, and the locals would not shut up about the unique culture and traditions of Ravenwood. Precisely what culture or tradition they were referring to, Jenny couldn’t say. It looked pretty similar to lots of festivals she’d seen in lots of coastal, beachy towns. Vendor stalls lining the streets, selling greasy food and sweatshop-quality seashell and tiki souvenirs.
Buuuut… Even though Jenny hated how much the people patted themselves on the back over their nonexistent “culture,” she had to admit that she did like events such as these. Jenny was a woman with expensive tastes, but even she found the allure of unhealthy festival foods irresistible. With the sudden windfall of cash she’d received, the overpriced souvenirs were of interest to her, too. Browsing through the stalls, the enthusiastic shouting of an older man stole her attention.
“Ladies and gentlemen! Visitors and residents of Ravenwood!” A rotund man stood on a small box, calling into the crowd as a couple assistants opened up a stall behind him, “The Historical Society is pleased to announce a gift to everyone!” He then grumbled out, “Or at least, to everyone who gets here before we run out. First come first served!” Jenny craned her neck to see through the small crowd gathered in front of him. Behind the seller, she saw dozens of pieces of jewelry, all bearing a beautiful turquoise gem. Jenny ordinarily didn’t wear jewelry of any kind, but she found herself entranced by the sparkling ornaments in front of her. The golden metal… The resplendent gems… Both glittering in the sunlight.
“Ms. MacCready was able to retrieve even more jewelry from the old wreck.” He paused a second, and Jenny guessed she wasn’t the only one puzzled by the remark, given that he stopped his sales pitch to explain, “For those unfamiliar, not too long ago, Genevieve MacCready took her ship, the Whiskey Spirit, out to sea. Just a few miles off the coast of Ravenwood, she located an old shipwreck from the 1600s, laden with treasure.” He spoke with an odd smugness, as if he was the one who’d found it. She looked around, and there was a similar look of pride on many of the residents’ faces. Evidently it was a large part of their “culture”. “Now, Ms. MacCready has already donated plenty of these artifacts to the Ravenwood Museum and the Historical Society, so now she has to find something to do with the rest of it. Ordinarily I’d be taking whole wallets for this stuff, but just for today, I’m allowed to hand them out for free, to celebrate Ravenwood’s history!” He punctuated his sentence by grabbing a few necklaces and joyfully tossing them into the crowd. People rushed to grab them, a lucky few being successful and walking off with their new trinkets.
Jenny was smitten with them. Sure, they were positively beautiful, but the connection was deeper, in a way she didn’t fully understand. As if… They wanted to be worn just as much as she wanted to wear them. Things became a bit of a blur as the crowd rushed to the salesman, pushing and shoving anything in their way. For a moment, Jenny’s excitement over the jewelry was overshadowed by her aggravation with the people around her, and she resorted to elbowing, ramming, and punching the people around her. In the brawl that her violence wound up creating, she took the opportunity and reached the counter. The salesman was oddly calm for someone watching what looked like the beginnings of a riot unfolding in front of him. He just smiled, and held out a necklace to her, “I think this one is perfect for you, miss.”
She took it from him eagerly, and happily put it on. Releasing a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding, she realized that donning the ornament had quieted some sort of anxiety inside her. She didn’t want to ever take it off. Skillfully maneuvering around the crowd, she walked away, fiddling with her new necklace as she walked. “Hey, excuse me,” came a gruff but not unfriendly voice.
Jenny turned and saw a woman who’d look pretty intimidating if not for the big smile on her face. Tan skin and long, black hair tied into a messy, carefree ponytail. Standing a head-and-a-half taller than Jenny, and covered in rippling muscles that spoke of impressive strength, Jenny wondered what this person was doing in Ravenwood, and not off winning wars singlehanded. Wait, shit. Is she a cop or something? Does she know who I am? “Uh, yeah? ‘Sup?”
With a couple fingers, she beckoned for Jenny to come over. She didn’t look angry, or like she was about to pounce on her or anything. That, along with her disarming smile helped Jenny calm down enough to approach her. “Just saw you beat the crap outta half that crowd to get your necklace. Not bad.”
“Oh!” Jenny blushed a little. She didn’t often lose composure like she did in the crowd. “One too many elbows in my ribs, that’s all.”
“Ha ha! ‘That’s all,’ she says,” The powerful woman placed a hand on Jenny’s shoulder, “My friend, have you ever thought about working security?”
Security? What a fucking ironic offer. I’m the exact person “security” is supposed to get rid of. “Can’t say that I have. Not exactly the type to stick around one place for too long, y’know?”
“I gotcha, that’s why I run security on a ship.” She brought her hands together, and cracked her knuckles loudly, “I get to beat the crap outta people and travel at the same time.” A certain glimmer in her eyes told Jenny she was telling the truth, and she felt some nervousness welling within her. “My point is, I bet you’d fit right in with us.”
“Well, I appreciate the offer, but I’m only gonna be here for a bit. After that, I’ve got some prior engagements to get back to. Job sounds nice, but I’ve already got enough on my plate.”
“No worries, buddy. Just figured there’d be no harm in asking.” She extended a large hand, which Jenny shook, “Name’s Robin. You ever change your mind, I’m sure we’ll have a spot for ya.”
“T-thanks again… ” Jenny sputtered out, somewhat startled by the strength of Robin’s grip. “I’m Jenny. Nice meeting you.”
She turned around, eager to leave and unsure if she should’ve divulged her real name. “Oh, one last thing… ” Robin began, “Would you be a dear and do something for me?”
Jenny promptly turned back around and approached the taller woman. “What’d you need?”
Robin looked Jenny up and down, and smiled. “You’re not from Ravenwood, obviously. But you’re not from anywhere near here, huh?”
“No Ma’am,” Jenny answered immediately.
The muscular woman frowned, “Y’know, I was hoping you’d say where you’re from.”
“Born in California. Been roaming all over the place since I was 17,” The truth escaped her lips. Jenny’s entire body was rigid, and there was a kind of turmoil raging in her mind. She knew that she shouldn’t be sharing information like this, but something about Robin compelled her to be open. There was both an assurance that Robin would never harm her, but also some sort of nameless fear. Whatever it was, it was too much for Jenny to resist, and her discomfort began to melt away as she drifted into pliant servitude.
“Heard an interesting story about a woman on the run. Something about an arms deal? Assaulting a cop? Wouldn’t happen to have been you, would it?”
“... All me,” The last of her resistance was defeated, and she answered honestly.
“Oh ho!” Robin smiled broadly, “Connections! Be a dear and stay in Ravenwood until we need you. We’ll call on you soon, so make sure your friends are ready to deliver. I think they’ll want their own Ravenwood jewelry, too.”
“Understood.”
“Perfect. All right, you’re free to go.”
The odd questioning finally over with, Jenny strode away. She looked down, and happily regarded her new necklace as she walked. Indeed, she could hardly keep her eyes off of it. Before she knew it, she’d completely left the fairgrounds, and was somewhere with a lot of regular markets and shops. The more she thought about it, the nicer Ravenwood and Robin’s offer seemed. Since the cops hadn’t tracked her thus far, perhaps they wouldn’t, and she’d be able to call the town “home.”
Out of the shadows of a narrow alley, two hands shot out at breakneck speed, grabbing Jenny by the collar and pulling her in. “Hey what the f-!!” She was cut off when her assailant began grabbing at her neck. Panicking, she drove her fist into the attacker’s gut. Hard. And repeatedly. With each successive blow, they keeled over further, and made increasingly pained gasps. At last, Jenny forced them off of her, and shoved the stranger away. They stumbled back before bumping into a dumpster, and using it to support themselves. They also clutched at their stomach, groaning in severe pain.
“Want more?” Jenny was slightly winded, but raised her fists, “Cause I got mooooore… ” An overwhelming dizziness and nausea struck her like a truck, and she, too, had to lean against the wall for support. “Uugh… ” She looked down at the ground, hoping to steady herself and do away with the wooziness. Her strange sickness was all but forgotten when she noticed the massive wet stains on her legs, running all the way from her crotch to her shoes. She’d pissed her pants, and how. But it was cold and clammy, she hadn’t wet herself during the fight. She’d done it several minutes prior, at least. Verifying this observation, there was no puddle around her feet. “Wha-?! Fuck!!” She shoved her hands into her crotch, and her face burned bright red. Not in front of the mugger, dammit!
“You noticed?” The attacker, a woman, judging by the voice, wheezed out. “‘s good.”
“Laugh it up, now… ” Jenny glared at her, “You’ll be cryin’ in a sec.” Able to get a better look at her, she could see the attacker was a young black woman. She was a tad shorter than Jenny, and certainly not as strong, but her oversized jacket definitely concealed a rather athletic build. She had on a beanie, a bright orange shirt under the black jacket, and some olive green cargo pants. By all accounts, she didn’t look like a thug, and if her goal had been to knock Jenny out or something similar, she certainly wasn’t experienced.
“I’m not… making fun of you, dummy,” She was still struggling to speak after Jenny had so thoroughly pummeled the wind out of her. The effort of speech being too strenuous, she instead lifted her hand, in which she clutched Jenny’s necklace.
“You little thief!” She stomped forward, determined to reclaim her property.
“W-wait! Wait!” The thief held up her hands, and there was a look of real desperation on her face. If she just wanted some of that jewelry, there was plenty to go around. She’s not wearing any, and she didn’t just bolt with mine…
“Who are you? What is… All this?” She gestured broadly at the alley and the necklace.
“Don’t you… Feel kinda funny?”
I feel kinda wet, “If by ‘funny,’ you mean ‘sick,’ then absolutely.”
“And you pissed yourself,” The thief pointed at her wet pants, but she didn’t do so in a mocking or taunting manner. She spoke purely matter of factly. Didn’t make it sting any less, though.
“Your point?” Jenny asked through gritted teeth.
“When did that happen?”
“I… I guess I don’t know.”
“That’s right, you don’t know!” She smiled, but if she believed that Jenny was close to understanding, then she was very wrong. “It’s a side effect!”
“A side effect of what?” She demanded.
“This!” She aggressively jingled the necklace in her hand.
“My necklace?” Jenny asked incredulously.
“You were dry before you got it, yeah? And you felt like shit when I took it off you?”
“How does a necklace do anything of the sort?”
“That part’s… Difficult to explain. Listen, we can just- Oh!” She spotted something behind Jenny, “Like, look at that!”
Preparing to whip right back around in case it was a trick, she turned around. Across the street from the entrance to the alley, two people were walking by. They looked like they might be a couple, a young man and woman. And both of them had peed their pants. The boyfriend’s jeans were drenched, and the girlfriend’s shorts had a large wet stain. What nearly floored Jenny was the large bulge in the seat of her shorts. She grimaced in disgust, as the woman's mess had clearly been somewhat wet and was staining and leaking through her shorts. “The fuck am I looking at?”
“They also got some free jewelry, lady.”
“But that doesn’t-”
“You talked to someone, didn’t you? Was it a big woman? Real muscley?”
“Who, Robin? Yeah, I did.”
Yeah… I did. Her conversation with Robin resurfaced like a repressed memory. They way she had to answer her, had to obey her. That was absolutely not normal.
“She’s in on it. She says some magic words, and then you do whatever she tells you.” The thief finally stood all the way back up, choking back more pained noises, “Look, I can tell you all about it at my little hideout. We shouldn’t be talking about this out here.”
“Why on Earth would you trust me, and why should I trust you?”
“Cards on the table, things look bleak, and I think I’ve gotta take a leap of faith here. As for why you should trust me, how about because I think your right hook just took ten years off my life. I pull anything, you can just deck me.” Once again, there was that sincere, desperate look in her eyes. “Oh, and I think I have some clean pants that’ll fit you.”
Whatever was happening, it was definitely not right. Jenny longed for some answers, some ibuprofen for her head, and a shower. For the time being, the stranger could offer her exactly what she needed. “Fine. Lead the way. Name’s Jenny, by the by.”
“Chelle. Now come on,” The woman, Chelle, hurriedly set off.
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Chelle’s “hideout,” as it turned out, was just her house. The clutter everywhere certainly helped give the impression of some underground rebel’s base in a wartorn land, at least. Jenny eventually decided that the initial, violent, impression she had of Chelle was inaccurate. Since she’d arrived, her host had been nothing but accommodating with the use of her shower and clean clothes. Jenny still elected to operate under a policy of not trusting anybody, but she distrusted Chelle the least.
Once she was cleaned up and there was no trace of her having wet herself, she joined Chelle in the living room. Her new friend was busy perusing dozens of sheets of paper scattered over her coffee table. The papers were covered in hastily written information, haphazardly connected with little lines of red marker. Like a proper mad conspiracy theorist. Had Jenny not been psychically compelled to urinate on herself, she’d be a bit more skeptical of Chelle’s sanity.
“All good?” She asked, and Jenny nodded, “Great. Sit down.” Once she’d made herself comfortable on the couch, she continued, “Now… I can only imagine how confused you must be; and I’ve only managed to break one other person out like that, so I don’t exactly have a fleshed-out process to catch you up, so… What do you wanna know first?”
“Fuck me, good question… ” She leaned back, looking at the ceiling and trying to think of where to begin, “I know you said Robin was in on it, but who’s behind this?”
“Near as I can tell, a woman named Genevieve MacCready.”
“The person who found the jewelry?”
“Seems the natural conclusion. Hardly anyone gets to see her since she found it, and she practically runs the town, now. Truth be told, I don’t even know if she actually found the jewelry. She might be making it.”
“So, if she’s orchestrating this… Why? What’s the point in making everyone in town piss themselves?”
“I told you, that’s a side effect. The jewelry fucks with your head, makes you obedient when they say the right words. When it kicks in and takes control of you, I guess it just kinda overwhelms the brain. Almost every time I’ve seen it happen to someone, they wet their pants, crap their pants, or sometimes both. I dunno exactly what she's ordering everyone to do.” She suddenly wore a thousand-yard stare, and was silent for a long moment before saying, “And be thankful you just peed on yourself. I did both, and walked around town all day before I got snapped out of it.”
“Nasty.”
“Doesn’t even begin to describe it.”
“So, you said that you got someone else free. Who was it, and who freed you? Please tell me there’s some sort of robust network of allies for us.”
“Don’t get your hopes up, I got knocked free by complete accident. Wasn’t paying attention, and ran out into the road. It was raining, and a car couldn’t stop in time.”
“You don’t seem too worse for wear for getting slammed by a car.”
“Only really hit me hard enough to knock my ass down. Lucky for me, my necklace got snapped right off. And, uh… I hate to call shitting in my pants a blessing in disguise, but it really was. The first thing I noticed was the load in my panties, not my missing necklace. Without that damn thing on to mess with my head, I started putting the pieces together. And then, about a week or two ago, I snagged someone else. A friend of mine named Katie. Real handy with a computer. She’s been trying to help by hacking into MacCready’s… whatevers that might have some info on the whole operation.”
“Any good dirt, yet?”
“Some. She definitely knows about it, but they’re pretty tight-lipped in their emails.”
“All right. I think I have one more question.”
“Shoot.”
“I’m… kinda wanted, right now. Like, really wanted. Strangely, though, the cops here don’t seem to be on alert at all. I’m sure they’re swarming just outside of town, but not in town. What’s up with that?”
“I had to guess, Robin or MacCready wants you for themselves. If they’re as in charge as I think they are, then there’s no way they wouldn’t hear about a fugitive taking refuge here. Odd are they want your skills or your connections.”
“Connections, huh… ” The word had a sinister flavor to it. Jenny swore that Robin had told her what they wanted out of her- it was the command that had made her piss herself- but now she was completely drawing a blank.
“Now, I hate to impose, but you do owe me a favor… ”
“You want my skills and connections.”
“Bingo.”
“You got it. I don’t enjoy playing a fool like that, and I’m gonna have to lay low in this town until the heat dies down. No way am I spending my whole time here in underpants I’ve shat in.”
“That’s the spirit!” Chelle stood up, and offered Jenny a hand up, which turned into a handshake once she also stood. “Now, I need to run through a few more things with you, and then I can introduce you to Katie-”
Someone knocked on the door, hard. Both of them nearly jumped out of their skins. “Shit, shit, okay, stay calm.” Chelle fished around in her pocket, and withdrew one of the cursed necklaces, then fastened it around her neck.
“The fuck are you doing?!” Jenny hissed.
“It’s a fake! Now you go hide somewhere! Whoever it is, they don’t need to see you here!” Another harsh round of knocking, Jenny thought they might just batter the door down, “One sec, coming!”
Taking her advice, Jenny ducked behind a large chair in the living room. It obscured her vision of the door, and thus, the vision of whomever was at the door, but she could still see Chelle.
Chelle opened the door, “Oh Robin, hello!” She smiled warmly, but Jenny felt her blood run cold.
“Hi, Michelle. Updates?” The voice was unmistakable, but so much more tacit and businesslike than she’d been earlier. Maybe it’s just an act, to lower your guard. No wait, “updates?” The shit? Is she working for them?!
“Afraid not. I think she’s skipped town, honestly.”
“Hmm. That would be bad. You sure you’ve looked everywhere?”
“Looked everywhere, asked everywhere. No trace. Katie’s pulled off quite a vanishing act.”
“Yes. She has.” Robin’s voice had turned pretty cold, even a little menacing, “Be a dear and tell me, are you sure you don’t know anything at all about where she might’ve gone?” Be a dear… That’s what she said before my memories get all fuzzy…
Chelle claimed her necklace was a fake, but at the magic words, she suddenly stood rigid, eyes trained on Robin, much like what had happened to herself, earlier. Talented actress, I see. Wait a minute. When the commands kick in… So, in order to sell the illusion… She wouldn’t. A slight strain was evident on her face, and she shook slightly. “No Ma’am. I’ve searched and searched, but she’s gone. I’m sorry.” She finished answering in feigned obedience, and then…
Then she sold the illusion.
There was a loud, wet squish. All at once,the seat of her cargo pants were tented out by a large, round bulge. She seemed to have pushed most of her load out at once, and the rounded tent in her pants began to slowly sag down. With another, wetter sound, the load grew once more, then sagged even more rapidly. True to what had happened to Jenny, Chelle stood at attention, unmoving, completely ignoring the mess in her panties.
“Fuck. Fine. Good work. We’ll have to find somebody to track her down. You’re free to go, so go change your pants.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” The door closed, and Chelle let out a huge breath.
“You deserve an award for that.”
“Shut it,” Chelle murmured, reaching back to feel the extent of her soiling. Her face twisted in disgust.
“Seriously, that’s some dedication.”
“Glad you liked the show. You’ll be performing soon enough, too, you know.”
“Beg pardon?” Any trace of mirth was wiped off Jenny’s face.
“We’re in a situation were the bad guys trust you implicitly if you need to change your pants. It’s not pleasant- and believe me, I know it isn’t pleasant- but it’s the best disguise we’ve got.”
“I’m not dedicated enough to this cause to shit myself for it.”
“Don’t worry about it, dude. When Robin starts with that voice and that face, it’ll come naturally.” She didn’t doubt that. “All right, my turn to shower. Make yourself at home, and then we’ll go see Katie.”
“And you’ll tell me why Robin wants her dragged back?”
“She’ll tell you herself.”
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And here is Chapter 3. A little light on the accidents, but it sets up future events. Hope you guys enjoy!
Chapter 3 - Little Lantern
Chelle had insisted upon two things, both of which Jenny strongly objected to.
The first was that, despite having voided her bowels on herself, only her underwear had been dirtied and needed to be changed. After a quick shower, Chelle had thrown on some different briefs, and then her same outfit as before- pants and all. Jenny had to guess that Chelle had become pretty desensitized to the act of soiling herself, and had begun to think economically about just how soiled her clothes had to be before they needed a wash. As far as Jenny was concerned, if she ever shit herself, the entire outfit was destined for an incinerator.
Secondly, that the thing in which Ms. Katie Pierce resided in could be called a “house” by any stretch of the imagination. Before the two women stood a burned out pile of rubble and debris that conceivably could once have been a house.
“So… which rock is she hiding under?” Jenny asked, looking through the long destroyed building. Anything of value had been completely picked away by looters, leaving only charred, fallen bricks and rotted wood.
“Funny,” Chelle dismissed her words, walking around to the backyard. Kicking aside a large piece of sheet metal, she crouched low, and began fiddling with what looked like a metal plate in the ground. Jenny came around to see what she was doing, and arrived just in time to witness her new friend open up the door to what looked like some kind of bomb shelter. “The answer is all of them, by the way.”
She descended down an old ladder, and called out for Jenny to follow suit. The ladder brought them down to a small chamber with a simple metal door in front of them. Chelle banged on the door in a lyrical pattern, which she presumed was a kind of passcode. She finished knocking, and the two of them stood there for a moment. When nothing happened, Chelle banged on the door harshly and in no particular pattern, “Will you open the door already? It’s me!”
She quieted down when they both noticed gentle footsteps approaching the door. A lock was undone, and the door opened slightly. A face appeared in the little sliver, young and suspicious. Instantly, the woman's eyes jumped from Chelle to Jenny, fixing her with a brutally cold glare. Chelle seemed to have expected the reaction, “She’s a friend, Katie. You have my word.” As she spoke, Chelle clearly displayed her neck and all of her fingers, all bereft of mind-altering jewelry.
Katie appraised Chelle’s lack of flair, and then looked back to Jenny. She presumed the woman wanted her to demonstrate the same. With an exasperated sigh, she tugged down her collar and held up her hands. Seemingly as satisfied as she was going to be, Katie disappeared from the little sliver. Chelle pushed the door open and walked inside. Jenny followed suit.
The interior of the shelter was surprisingly nice. Velvet walls with paintings, carpeted floors. The essential survival equipment had been carefully tucked away in little nooks and crannies, making the otherwise cramped space feel like a comfortable, sleepy room. Katie had already fled to the very end of the room, and sat with her legs crossed on an unkempt bed. She was a short, slight woman with pale skin. Dark red hair hung down to her shoulders, perfectly straight. Freckles dotted her youthful face.
“Katie, this is Jenny. She’s a rescue, like you,” Chelle spoke in a slow, careful, and soothing voice.
“Uh-huh,” Katie replied. Not suspiciously, but indifferently.
“Jenny, this is Katie. Please excuse the somewhat rough behavior, she’s not exactly had the best couple of weeks,” Chelle was almost motherly with her treatment of the woman. Surprising, considering her usual attitude.
“Putting it mildly… ” Katie muttered.
“Hey, if you’re gonna help us out of this mess, I’ll put up with it,” Jenny extended the olive branch as far as she was willing. Ordinarily, she was far too proud to tolerate much disrespect.
“You’re gonna help us,” For the first time, Katie spoke directly to Jenny.
“We’re all gonna help each other, because we all wanna get out of this!” Chelle interjected, stopping an argument before it began. “Isn’t that right?” her voice went low and threatening, as she looked between the two of them, “Neither of you wanna run around in pissed-soaked jeans again, right?”
Katie winced a little, and looked away. Her age was pretty hard to guess, but she was probably somewhere in the ballpark of twenty-oneish. Jenny decided that being the bigger person was necessary for their partnership, “I… understand that you’re wary. But don’t worry, I’m on your side.”
“Yeah… I know… ” Katie’s face softened up a bit, and she looked a little apologetic, “Sorry.”
“No worries,” Jenny was seriously biting her tongue. She had absolutely, positively no interest in cooperating with an uppity child. However, given her complete lack of options, she had little choice but to put on a happy face and try to make the situation as tolerable as possible. “So why is She-Hulk after you?” Chelle was smiling, pleased that the hostility had only lasted a moment.
“I learned a little more than some people wanted me to, so now I live in a hole in the ground.” Katie’s answer was about as brief and unsubstantial as she expected.
“Remember I told you Katie was super good with computers?” Chelle broke the ensuing silence, “Well, she stumbled across something, and-”
“Basic stuff, really,” Katie interjected, “Essentially some dodgy stuff about a woman named MacCready making off with a lot of money that didn’t belong to her. Thought it was weird that the guys she swindled didn’t go after her, so I figured she was blackmailing or threatening them.”
“Mind control wasn’t the first guess?”
“Nope. Thought I could siphon off a bit of the money for myself, so I dug a bit deeper. They started bringing in tons of jewelry, and handing it out. Had no clue what that was all about, figured it was nothing. I went to go check it out, and fiddled with one of their necklaces… then eventually I put the thing on… ” Her tone grew increasingly somber, and Jenny could guess why.
“Memory gets a little hazy there,” Katie continued, “But I remember talking to Robin, and telling her about my snooping and hacking. I think they had me do some work for them, but I can’t recall any of it. Then Chelle-”
“Attacked you in an alley?”
Katie stopped mid sentence, clearly caught off guard. She gave an incredulous look to Chelle, who only shrugged. “Nooo… ” the hacker intoned slowly, “Then Chelle told me I’d dropped something, and when I turned around to check she snapped my necklace and I realized… what I’d been doing.”
“She’d peed in her pants,” Chelle said simply.
“Hush!” Katie commanded, blushing deeply.
Jenny internally cringed at the memory of noticing her own soaked pants, “Well, you’re not alone.”
“Doesn’t make it any better, really.”
“Well,” Jenny hatched an idea, something that might make her feel a bit better, “At least you and I are proud members of the ‘Haven’t Crapped Our Pants’ Club.” She fixed Chelle with a teasing look.
Katie chuckled, an innocent and quiet sound. Chelle puffed out her cheeks, and said through gritted teeth, “So glad to see you guys getting along.”
The two of them laughed at her embarrassment. “So anyway,” she continued, “When I failed to check in with Robin, they realized I’d somehow gotten free. Even though I hardly remember anything, I still knew way too much. Chelle showed me this place, and I’ve been hiding out here ever since, trying to hack something or other to find out more info. Been calling myself ‘Little Lantern,’ whenever I do, but they pretty much know it’s me.”
“Remember what Robin was asking earlier?” Chelle turned to Jenny, “I’m trying to make them think she left town, put them on the wrong trail.”
“Smart. I know a thing or two about hiding from people hunting you, so I think I can help you optimize all this.”
In the middle of the conversation, Katie’s face lit up with some sudden idea, saying, “You know, if you wanna join our little group, I think I have just the mission for the two of you.”
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“So how exactly did you find out about a bomb shelter?” Jenny asked as she and Chelle walked towards their target.
Chelle shushed her harshly, “Don’t talk about it outside!”
“Nobody’s listening.”
“That you know about.”
“Fine, keep your secrets,” Jenny idly fiddled with her replica necklace. She had a discerning eye for fakes, and she knew that a close enough observation would reveal their trick to the bad guys. She was not a nervous woman, but she could feel a genuine concern that someone would see through the ruse and ruin their ace in the hole.
It was just shifting into evening, and Jenny was thankful for it when the sun finally dipped behind some buildings and she didn’t need to squint anymore. “Should we talk strategy?” Jenny inquired after a moment of silence.
“I guess. You got an idea?”
“You bait the guy over, I’ll steal the key.”
“Kind of a vague plan,” Chelle replied, “We don’t even know where the key is.”
“I’d wager it’s either in the manager’s pocket or behind the counter. Either way, I can nab it if he’s not looking at me.”
“I just… All right,” Chelle had clearly cut herself off. Looking over at her, she looked almost doubtful.
Jenny recognized the look, and it was not a comforting one to see on the face of your accomplice, “What’s up? You look worried.”
Her eyebrows went up, not expecting concern from the practiced criminal, “What? It’s nothing, just nerves, I guess.”
“What’s got you so riled up? This is a pretty simple little operation.”
“‘Simple’? Dude, we’re about to-” She suddenly became aware of her volume, and resumed the sentence in a whisper, “We’re about to rob a store.”
“I’ve hit way bigger places, you know. This is some pretty basic stuff.”
“... You think we got this?”
“I think we’d have this blindfolded,” The reassurance seemed to help Chelle a little. She’d seen a lot of little operations like this go wrong because someone let their nerves get the better of them. Those times, the stakes were usually jailtime if they got caught, but here it was much worse. She really had no intention of becoming anybody’s puppet.
The two continued walking, until the target was in sight: a local store just called Bray’s. It was nestled between two larger brick buildings, and had both alleyways blocked by sturdy metal fences, with one side hosting a locked door.. Place sold a little bit of everything, according to Katie. And according to some communiques she dug up from somewhere, a spot behind the store served as a dead drop location. She didn’t exactly know what they’d find there, but it was supposedly connected to MacCready somehow. All they needed to do was pilfer the key from the owner, slip around the back of the store, and try to find the drop off point.
“Just talk to him. Keep him busy. Pretend you wanna buy some random shit, and just keep asking questions about it. Don’t be afraid to act like you’re dumb. Nothing you say is wrong as long as he keeps looking at you,”
“Got it,” Chelle replied with some determination.
Pushing open the door to Bray’s, the pair entered. They looked around, seeing shelves full of random general goods, and shelves of random trinkets and knick-knacks. It was a bit of a tourist trap. After several seconds, someone emerged from a back room and greeted them with a hearty “Hello there!”
The speaker was a middle-aged, slightly pudgy man. As stealthily as possible, Jenny elbowed Chelle until she answered him, “Um, hello! Uh, how’s your day going?” Jenny was grateful the man seemed pretty friendly; should make talking to him easy enough. She was just about to get started looking for a key when she spotted the glittering gold and emerald ring on the man’s finger. They had him, all right.
She loitered about for a short moment, until she was sure his eyes were off of her. And credit where it was due, as nervous as Chelle was, she was smart and quickly moved to have the guy face away from the action. She walked behind the counter, towards the cash register. Slowly and gently, she slid open the drawer just below it. Sure enough, lots of essentials and important bits were stashed there. After a little sifting around, she located the key near the back corner. At least, she located a key. Just to be safe, she checked around in the other drawers, but found nothing else of note.
Returning to the aisles and acting like she hadn’t ever left them, she called out “Oh, hey! The time! We gotta get going!”
Chelle turned and looked at her, startled and nearly losing her composure, before answering, “What, did we take that long? Crap.” She looked back to the shopkeeper with an apologetic smile, “Sorry, but we gotta go.”
“Oh uh, no problem. You two have a nice day!”
Exiting the store, Chelle instinctively moved in the direction of the alley with the door, before being pulled in the opposite direction by Jenny. “Not yet,” She said plainly, “Go this way so he sees us through the window and knows we went the other way. We’re gonna circle the block and get to the fence that way.”
“Ah. That makes sense,” She still seemed jittery.
Chelle had operated pretty well, and Jenny wanted to keep her morale up, “Good job, by the way. We rocked it.”
She responded with an appreciative smile and quick “Thanks.”
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The stolen key was, indeed, the one they needed. Ensuring that the door was closed behind them, they carefully tread into the space behind the store. All that seemed to be there were some garbage bins, old and weathered boxes, and some electrical equipment. “This is your turf, now,” Chelle whispered, “Where is this kinda shit normally hidden?”
Jenny didn’t answer, instead moving towards an errant crate that was separated from the others. A peek inside of it revealed it was empty, but Jenny had a feeling about it. With a quick shove, she revealed a hole in the ground that had been covered up by the crate. Inside was a black garbage bag that had been tightly wound and bound over some small, cube shaped package. “Whaddya make of this?” Jenny inquired as she lifted it from the hole. It was unexpectedly heavy for something so small.
Chelle took it in her hands, and almost dropped it as soon she received it. “Whoa! Fuck, it’s heavy is what I make of it… ”
“Definitely a dead drop,” Jenny took the mystery package back into her own arms, “Well, mission accomplished, let’s run this back to Katie-”
The sound of a key turning a lock froze the blood in her veins. Someone was unlocking the gate. Chelle had noticed it as well, and the two women rushed to re-plant the package into its hole, and cover it back up. The two of them dove behind a tall dumpster, taking measured, silent breaths. Heavy footsteps thundered in the now silent backlot, but more terrifying was the unmistakable sound of a shotgun cocking.
“I know you took my key!” The voice belonged to the shop owner, who caught on a lot quicker than they hoped he would. Then a harsh chuckle, “Heh heh, bet you didn’t know I had a spare!” There was a scraping sound, a metal hatch being opened. He slammed it shut just as quick. A slight creak as he opened a wooden crate.
Oh fuck, he’s looking for us… Aaaand I just so happened to have left my gun somewhere else.
His heavy steps drew closer, then more distant repeatedly. He’d kept spotting a potential hiding spot and gunning straight for it. Jenny’s body was tensed and coiled like a spring, ready to jump into action in an instant. She was well accustomed to having guns shoved in her face. The same could not be said for her partner sitting next to her, however. Chelle, even as much of a tomboy as she was, could not hide her fear at being on the business end of a shotgun. Chelle’s legs were raised slightly as she sat, and both of her hands were buried in her crotch. The placement seemed to be largely unconscious, as she was peering over her shoulder, trying to watch the gunman.
A very faint hiss was audible, emanating from Chelle. The crotch of her green cargo pants was turning dark very rapidly, and a pool spread across the concrete underneath her bottom. Her butt would be soaked, and Jenny could see the wetness seeping into the fabric on her inner thighs just a bit. Once the growing urine puddle got too close to her, Jenny tried to move, only to notice a bunch of garbage that had spilled out of the dumpster. Aluminum cans and some glass bottles. They’d make way too much noise if she tried to move away. She had no choice but to close her eyes and pretend the liquid soaking into her left leg wasn’t her friend’s piss.
After a few minutes of searching with no results, the man shoved the dead drop crate aside, and inspected the package. He made a surprised sound, having expected the package to be long gone. He fiddled with it before dropping it back into the hole and covering it back up. He stood silently for a moment, but finally wandered out of the backlot, muttering “Did I just forget where I put it… ”
Once he was gone, and the gate was closed and locked, the two let out the breaths they’d been holding. Chelle finally looked down at herself and the puddle she was sitting in. She looked crushed, and just murmured “Ah, shit.”
“You pissed my pants, too,” Jenny snapped, gesturing at the stain on her left leg. Her disgust had overwhelmed her sympathy, at least until she saw tears brimming in the woman's eyes.
“S-sorry… ” Was all she said.
I guess I can’t expect her to be as bold as I am about this kind of stuff. After all, she’s not actually a hardened criminal, just a desperate woman trying to do whatever it takes to save her home.
Jenny sighed, stood, and offered a hand to Chelle.”Come on, buddy, time to get up.” She bit her tongue and suppressed a reaction when Chelle took her hand, and Jenny remembered the hard way that her friend’s hands had been buried in her crotch as she peed. “Don’t worry about it, We’re both fine, and we won. We’re gonna get the package and we’re gonna beat the bad guys with whatever is inside.”
“Yeah… ” Chelle forced a smile, but the experience was clearly still too much for her.
“Attagirl,” Jenny gave her a hard pat on the back. Letting her friend lean against the wall and collect herself, Jenny shoved the crate aside a final time, and retrieved the package.
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Chelle was being quiet as they walked back to Katie’s hideout. Given the weird circumstances of the town, she was not overly upset at having to walk around in public wearing piss-soaked pants. Heck, by her own admission she would often… go in her own pants and underwear because it helped her to blend in. It was the lasting shakiness of terror that gripped her still.
“Wanna hear a funny story?” Jenny asked, hoping to cheer her up a bit.
“Uh, sure.”
“As you know, I happen to be a part of lots of business ventures that the law, y’know, frowns upon.”
“Uh huh.”
“Well, one time some associates and I were stealing some valuables from an exhibit after dark. We had a pretty new member, Kyoko. She was real promising, and had a natural talent for thievery. Well, we cased this place for a while, then finally went in. Everything went off without a hitch until Kyoko got spotted. Guard ran up and grabbed her, and as soon as he did, let me tell you, she let loose in her undies.”
“Did she?” Chelle smiled a little, but it was a genuine smile this time.
“I came to her rescue, of course, and knocked out the guard. Was a lot harder to sneak out when you could smell Kyoko from a quarter mile away, too.”
The younger woman laughed, “I’m glad that I have the blackmail material of seeing you wet your pants,” Chelle joked, seeming to be ready to forget her indiscretion, “Makes me confident that you won’t tell anyone about this,” She gestured to the large wet stain on her pants.
“Nah, if I was gonna tell anyone about you, I’d start with how you crapped on yourself talking to Robin,” Jenny smirked.
“You pissed. In your pants. And I will tell the world.” She mock-threatened.
“... I can do you one better,” Jenny began, mentally screaming at the recollection of this story, “I came to Ravenwood because I was on the run. Loads of cops chasing after me. They did not let up. Had me on my motorcycle for hours.” Jenny placed a hand on Chelle’s shoulder, “My friend, never commit crime with a full bladder. Halfway through the chase, I couldn’t hold it anymore, and just had to let it out, all over myself, my pants, my bike.”
“And you made fun of me when I did on purpose in front of Robin.”
“And I really have to commend your mastery of the craft. Took me like 10 minutes to finish it, my brain just wouldn’t let it happen.”
The two of them continued their walk, the mood notably brighter. Although, while Chelle had been cheered up (at the cost of Jenny’s dignity), worry was slowly flooding into the master criminal’s mind. That guy was in on it, for sure, and he’d seen their faces. He’d seen the two of them together. No doubt they’d be under suspicion. Whatever was in this package, Katie needed to make something of it, and fast.
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Turns out I had more spare time today than I thought. Here's the update, and it's a rather long chapter. Be warned, there is a little bit of male wetting this chapter, but it's relatively minor in comparison to the many female accidents.
Chapter 4 - The First Rescue
Jenny woke in half a panic. Her eyes shot open, and she sat upright. Ignoring the sleepiness still weighing down her body, she patted herself down, as if verifying that everything was in the spot it belonged. A quick scan confirmed that she was in her hotel room, where she’d gone to bed. Everything was fine, it seemed.
Her sleep had been plagued by twisted visions of… Atrocities. That word seemed fitting for what Jenny had seen in her sleep. Homes burned, fortunes stolen, lives taken… and Jenny had been the one to do all of it. At the command of an unseen master, she tore apart and ended lives. In the dream, she could feel one of the cursed necklaces wrapped around her throat like a noose.
Just a nightmare… Just a bad dream. Stress induced because I couldn’t stop thinking about what would’ve happened if Chelle hadn’t bailed me out… All it was. She shook her head to banish the vile thoughts, I’m a criminal anyway! Not the murder kind, but I’m no stranger to doing bad things, at least.
She brushed her hair out of her face, but froze at a sudden realization. She wasn’t sure if the wetness below her was sweat or… something worse. Tossing her blanket aside, she heaved a great sigh at the sight of the large stain she was sitting on top of. Glancing at the clock, it wasn’t even 7 yet, and she had no plans with Chelle or Katie anyway. There was plenty of time to hide the evidence. She climbed out of bed and lumbered towards the shower, eager to clean herself up.
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Sorry dude. Got personal stuff to tend to. No food for a little while, the text message read.
Katie grimaced at the news. Given her neurotic tendencies, she’d barely touched the last few meals Chelle had brought for her. They hadn’t had the time to stock the shelter with non-perishable food, so her friend had just been bringing her fast food or some snacks a couple times a day. But over the last couple days, Katie had been feverishly trying to open the box, to the expense of her own health and sanity.
It was just a featureless black box with a little keyhole. All three of them had tried their hand at picking the lock- an art Jenny claimed to be an expert at- but none of them could beat it. Katie glared angrily at the cube. They really didn’t have time to be messing around; its absence would be felt very soon, and Jenny and Chelle would be suspects. Whatever was in there, they needed it in their arsenal yesterday. That was, of course, assuming it was something that they could even use. For all she knew, the only thing in the box was a damn sandwich.
She tried to think of ways to crack it open, but nothing good came to her. As she stared in despair at the object of her consternation, the silence was broken by a hungry growl from her stomach. I need food… She begrudgingly admitted. Rising from her workstation, she threw on some clothes and did her best to look presentable. Luckily, her dark red hair was just eternally straight, and hardly ever required any kind of major brushing. A little perfume to mask that she’d been living in a cramped shelter for weeks and probably did not smell fantastic. Satisfied that she looked fine, she threw on an oversized hoodie Chelle had lent her, and made for the door.
She stopped just shy of it, and wondered if she should contact Jenny. Chell was busy, and it would be extremely dangerous for her to leave all by herself. But Jenny was practically still a stranger to her. The two had barely said five sentences to each other, and the thought of going on an outing with her filled her with anxiety. She’d almost rather be caught by Robin. No, she was perfectly capable of slipping out to grab a burger and getting back home.
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Ever the recluse, Katie had never cared much for the outside world. Once it was taken from her, though, she began to miss it terribly. Satisfied and feeling full after a meal at a local restaurant, she knew that it was time to head home, but she couldn’t bring herself to leave so soon. The fresh air was scented with an even mix of pine and sea salt. It was crisp and chill, refreshingly so. The sky, even overcast and dreary as it was, was a far sight prettier than her gray ceiling. She decided to at least take a more scenic route back to the shelter.
More than anywhere else, Katie found herself staring at the clouds. She missed them most of all, even if they were presently threatening to rain on her. She’d even switched her desktop wallpaper from anime art to a picture taken from a high cliff she’d found on the Internet. Thunder rumbled in the distance, and Katie walked with her eyes locked to the sky…
Which is probably why she crashed into someone else.
She instinctively reeled back, and fell flat on her butt, but the guy she bumped into hardly seemed to have felt anything. “You all right?” Came a kind and concerned voice. One she recognized. Miles, an old friend she’d gone to high school with. He extended his hand to help her up, and she accepted it, blushing as he hoisted her to her feet.
“Yeah, uh, I’m okay,” Katie said in a small voice, embarrassed at her own clumsiness. No, she admitted to herself, I’m blushing about more than that. She’d had kind of a big crush on Miles throughout high school, but had never had the guts to broach the subject to him. He had a lot of the same interests in video games, movies, and other media as she did, although he was also rather athletic. It seemed to have paid off, since she could tell that his thin, slightly short body belied his fitness.
She was largely over her feelings for him, although she still couldn’t deny an attraction to him. At least, until she noticed the large pee stain on the front of his shorts. She had to admit that was something of a turn-off. A quick scan of his neck and hands revealed a little ring on his right hand. They got him… Katie realized in despair. She tried to think of what they might want from him, but aside from an affluent family, nothing came to her.
And it wasn’t good that he had a ring instead of a necklace. Chelle hadn’t had any trouble just snapping a necklace off of Katie and Jenny, but a ring would be a little more challenging. “So uh,” Katie began, “What’re you doing out here in the almost-rain?”
“Oh, y’know, boss just sent me out on some quick errands.”
“Where do you work?”
His friendly smile faltered a little, and he seemed to be internally struggling, “Docks.”
Did they do something to him? He looks like he barely remembers his own name. Maybe that ring makes him forget stuff they don’t want getting out. Maybe I can get him to spill something, “That’s cool. Um, do you wanna… go anywhere… ?” Fuck me, I’m bad at this.
Also not thrilled that I’m finally asking Miles out, and the fact that he’s wet himself is the least terrible thing about it.
“Sorry, Katie, but I gotta go,” No, you already took care of that, “But we’ll talk later! Barely seen you since high school, so it’ll be fun to catch up.” His friendly smile returned, and he took off down the path, into town. As far as she understood the weird mind control, people tended to have accidents when it kicked in; so he must’ve been summoned to his “employers” and peed his pants. Seeing Miles go, she felt really bad for him. It was degrading and humiliating, even if he wasn’t aware of it. And the longer they left him like that, the greater the chance they’d make him do something terrible.
And then-
Oh. Oh no. Oh shit, oh fuck, fuck, fuck! Katie’s heart went so cold and still it felt like she’d been hollowed out, He recognized me! He saw me! What if he tells them? What if he’s late because of me and he brings it up and doesn’t even know that he’s gonna get me killed?!
Her internal panic continued as she brought out her phone and began typing a message to Jenny,
SOS
NEED HELP ASAP
AT SMITH STREET
HURRY
She was gonna get an earful from both Chelle and Jenny, she knew, but that was a problem for later.
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“All right, from the top here,” Jenny began, very annoyed, “What, exactly, convinced you this was a good idea?”
The two of them sat on a bench beneath a tall tree, Katie now with her hood up. “I… I knew it wasn’t a good idea… ”
“Then why did you run around outside and let people see you?”
“Because I was losing my mind in that room! I thought I’d be fast enough, okay?”
Jenny heaved a deep sigh, “Well, what’s done is done, I suppose. Right, planning time. Miles, tell me about him.”
Katie hesitated, then answered with a blush, “A guy I knew in high school. Had a big crush on him. We talked about games a lot and-”
“Where is he, and is he armed?” Jenny interrupted.
“Oh! Uh, right… I guess that’s more… im...por...tant… ” Katie’s voice trailed off, and her blush deepened. I shouldn’t expect her to know what I mean by that, Jenny thought. “Okay, uh, Miles lives a few blocks down. Two-story white house, on a small hill. It’s the only one like that, you can’t miss it.”
“And he’s sporting a ring, not a necklace?”
“Yeah.”
“Wonderful. That’ll be fun. Is he dangerous at all?”
Katie shook her head, “He’s a big softie.”
“He might be, but is brainwashed Miles gonna be a big softie?”
“Maybe not,” She conceded, “He’s not a jock or anything, but he’s pretty strong. I don’t think he has any weapons, though.” Jenny began concocting a plan, but Katie volunteered more, “They’ve got him doing something down at the docks. When I asked, he seemed really distressed. I think it’s something bad. And I know he went back to work.”
“Down at the docks, huh? All right, I think I got what I need.” Jenny stood up and stretched briefly. As she started to walk, Katie jumped to her feet and grabbed her arm.
“You’re not gonna… hurt him, are you?” She looked terribly worried.
Jenny tried to be sympathetic, but had to be honest, “That’s gonna depend on Miles, I’m afraid. Can’t have him jeopardize the operation.” Katie’s face twisted in misery, and she looked on the verge of tears. She’s blaming herself, Jenny realized, As she should, since she put all of us, including Miles, in danger. Still… “I’m gonna do everything I can to avoid any real trouble. If he’s anything like us, his hostility will melt away when he realizes that he needs new underpants.”
Katie seemed at least a little comforted. “Oh! That reminds me, I wanna make one quick stop before we head to the docks.”
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A little static buzz from Jenny’s earpiece preceded Katie’s voice, “Testing, testing, you hear me?”
“Loud and clear.”
“Awesome. Head for the side door now.”
In truth, Katie had made two stops on the way to the docks; the first was by the shelter so she could grab her laptop and earpiece. The second was a little present for her friend. The docks were large, and made to receive many boats at once. The scale of it seemed wrong for such an otherwise tiny town. Katie had chosen some safe spot from which to oversee their mission through her laptop, and Jenny could not even pretend to guess what sort of hacker witchcraft she was pulling off to be able to direct her.
Deciding not to question it, Jenny approached the little, inconspicuous door on the side of a very large loading dock building. Checking that she was “dressed” for the occasion, she verified that the fake necklace glittered just over her chest. She was otherwise just wearing a tee-shirt under a brown leather jacket and some tight jeans. Probably not what the workers were supposed to wear, but ideally she wouldn’t be seen at all.
“You remember Chelle’s little disguise cheat code, right?”
“Katie, no matter how bad it gets in there, I’m not gonna crap my pants blend in. However, I one-hundred-percent support naming that trick after Chelle.”
Her guide chuckled, “I know it’s… Well, ‘gross’ is kinda an understatement, but if it’ll save your life… ”
“Ugh, yes, I know,” She groaned, “But that is the nuclear option. Anyway, I’m going in.” She pushed open the door, and entered a facility stacked to the ceiling with large wooden crates. All of them seemed to have no markings on them. “Euugh, oh fuck, that smells awful… ”
“You’re in a warehouse full of fish, dummy,” Came the voice through her earpiece, “They don’t smell nice.”
“I have smelled fish, Katie. This is not fish. It smells more like… Well, it smells like Chelle’s ‘disguise’ in here.” Jenny tried to watch her volume. She did not want to alert anyone.
“Oh. Well uh… I mean, Miles works there, and he um, you-know-what’ed his pants, so maybe more of the workers there are being controlled, too. In the same boat, you could say.”
“Puns are forbidden during mission time,” Jenny groaned. She slowly advanced through the walls of crates. Somewhere in the corner of the building, she heard voices; two men, making idle conversation. Not wanting to speak and possibly make too much noise, she settled for lightly thumping her earpiece with her finger.
“I hear you, what?” Katie sounded annoyed. She wasn’t understanding the signal.
Jenny bit her tongue to hold back an insult or two, “There are other people here, am I good to move on?”
“Oh! Um, yeah, you got loads of space, and there’s walls of boxes in front of them.” A series of keyboard clacking came through the earpiece, “Okay, there’s a door on the wall to your left, over near the far corner. Go through that.”
Making the weighty decision to trust her navigator, she slinked between the crate walls, enjoying that the workers’ conversation grew quieter and more distant. It was difficult to avoid getting turned around, but after a couple minutes she saw the door. As she approached it, she heard rustling and wind in her earpiece. “Katie,” She whispered, “Are you moving? What’s going on?”
“What? No. Nothing. Don’t worry about it.” There was more noise, and she continued, “Um, listen, unexpected complications. Just look for Miles, okay? I’ll get back in touch in a sec.”
“Katie?!” She hissed, but there was no reply. Jenny practically growled in frustration. She was mentally rehearsing the verbal lashing she was going to give her later. With no other option, she gently pushed the door open. Or at least, she tried to, but it was locked. Retrieving her lockpicks from her jacket pocket, she set about convincing the door that she had a key. After a short moment, she succeeded, and calmly opened it.
The room it led to was some sort of administrative room, full of filing cabinets, shipping manifests, and a big safe in the back. And a young man, looking quite startled at the intrusion. He was maybe an inch shorter than her, with messy brown hair. He wore a white shirt, and some green shorts- notably with a wet stain across the front. He seemed quite surprised, and more than a little confused. “Uh, hello? Are you supposed to be in here?”
Thinking on her feet, Jenny answered, “You Miles?”
“Yes?”
“Good. I’m here to oversee a trade. Robin sent me to grab you.” She’d learned long ago that you could sneak in almost anywhere if you just pretended like you were supposed to be there.
“Ah… I wasn’t told about any trade. Robin would’ve just texted me if-”
“She was already getting impatient, kid. Move it or lose it.”
He seemed quite conflicted, and still very confused. She knew that she was lying to him, and that was definitely part of it, but something seemed off about him. How long have they been using him? She sighed, and decided to go for a more direct route by grabbing his hand. He tensed and tried to pull away, but she turned and led him out of the room. “This way, kid.” His resistance petered out strangely quickly. Once his guard was lowered, Jenny moved her fingers about until she could feel his ring, and then, in as fluid a movement as she could manage, yanked it off of his finger.
“Hey hey! That’s mine!” He shouted, much louder than necessary. She slammed the door, hoping to prevent the other workers from hearing, but found herself suddenly attacked by Miles. He grabbed her arm, and tried to pry her fingers open to get his ring back. With her free hand, Jenny began to shove him back. The harder she pushed, the harder he held on. “Snap out of it, Miles! I’m here to rescue you!”
“What’re you talking about?” He didn’t give up the fight.
“Look at yourself!”
“Look at what?”
“Look down, you idiot! You pissed yourself!”
“I did not, I-” He gasped as his eyes finally perceived the stain on his pants. He frantically grabbed the wet spots, confirming the sensation that would then be registering on his legs. “What? I… When did that… ?”
“Long story, buddy. Don’t feel bad, it wasn’t your fault.”
“Um, who are you?” His face was burning bright red. Sympathy wasn’t something that came very naturally to her, but she knew exactly how he felt.
“I’m with Katie, and speaking of her… ” She thumped her earpiece again, “Katie, are you there? I rescued your boyfriend, what now?”
“Her what?”
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Is this the dumbest thing I’ve done today?
It might be.
Hmm… Is it dumber than me going out in the first place?
Katie hurried towards the docks. She was certain that people had spotted her in her first hiding spot, that they were gathering and spying on her. She’d had to move, and she found herself moving towards the warehouse. She wanted to see Miles rescued in person, to make sure he and Jenny were okay. But now, she found herself trying to sneak in, and she was nowhere near as good at it as Jenny. The laptop bag she was carrying certainly did not make things easier. Doubly do because it was stuffed full of more than just her computer.
She entered the same door as the more experienced felon, and tried to follow the same path. She made it to the center of the warehouse when a hand clasped her shoulder from behind, eliciting a frightened yelp out of her.
“I don’t recognize you. Who are you?” The voice was a woman’s, and it was cold and menacing.
Katie shivered and turned around. A tall woman in a fine suit looked down at her. She didn’t recognize the woman, and fortunately it seemed the stranger didn’t know who she was, either. Katie swallowed, hard, then spoke, “U-um, I’m h-here to… t-to… ”
“Spit it out.” The stranger was rapidly losing patience.
Katie’s mind was racing, but her nerves were getting the better of her, and she couldn’t think of what to say. An idea popped into her head just in the nick of time, as she remembered Chelle’s disguise. She did need to use the bathroom, after all. She worried for a second that she would need to strain and force herself to go in her pants, but she was frightened enough that it was actually surprisingly easy.
She felt her bowels begin to empty, and almost regretted that she remembered the trick. She would’ve preferred to just pee her pants, but her bowels answered her first. With a wet crackle, she felt warm mush rush out of her, and nestle into her panties. Her jeans were baggy, and left lots of room for her poor underwear to bulge as the mess spread, sagging her panties. She was certain the sounds of her pants-soiling were perfectly audible, and her cheeks burned as tears stung her eyes.
Nonetheless, she’d done the deed, and should be effectively camouflaged. “I’m here to look at a problem with the… cameras,” She hoped the gap before “cameras” wasn’t noticeable.
“Shitting on yourself isn’t gonna convince me. I didn’t say the key-phrase yet,” The stranger gave her a death glare.
“Wha- I didn’t… K-key-phrase… ?” Katie stammered as she slowly backed up in fear, her mind no longer functioning enough to formulate a proper response. She could only hope her frightened stuttering gave the impression that she didn't know too much.
The stranger stepped forward. She held part of her suit jacket open, revealing a handgun strapped to her side, “I’ll ask you one more time. Who are you?”
The tears fell from her eyes, and the only sound she could make was a terrified cry. Her bladder voided, flooding her panties with hot urine. Her baggy jeans had a lot of fabric for the pee to soak into, creating an uneven stain. The wetness crept down a little past her knees, before her small bladder was empty. While the stain on her pants didn’t show it, some rivulets of pee ran further than her knees, as she could feel some urine in her shoes.
“There you are!” Jenny snapped, emerging from behind some boxes. The stranger glared at her equally as furiously. “Been looking for you.”
“And now who might you be?” The suit-wearing woman sounded like she was on her last nerve.
“I’m a… You seem to be an important person here, so I’ll assume you’re not a cop and be honest with you- I’m a smuggler. Been negotiating some deals with you guys.” She reached Katie, and the younger woman clamped on to her, shaking and sobbing lightly.
“Deals? What sorts of deals.”
“Whatever you guys ask for.”
“Be a dear and tell me: What. Deals?”
Jenny straightened suddenly, and grimaced. Katie could already tell what was happening. She wanted to warn her that the “disguise” wasn’t working, but she knew that she couldn’t say anything without giving the game away. She chose to have faith in her.
With a very messy, muddy sound, the seat of Jenny’s far-too-tight pants ballooned out as a soft mass filled them. The seam down the middle of her pants divided the mess in half, and it spread to either side a short distance. The fabric tinted brown slightly as the foul load began to seep through. Jenny’s mess was far larger, wetter, and messier than Katie’s.
But, unlike Katie, Jenny hadn’t become a gibbering nervous wreck, and kept talking like she hadn’t just taken a shit in her underpants. “Primarily arms deals. Robin called it an ‘insurance policy’.”
“Oh wait,” The stranger leaned in and closely studied Jenny, “I heard about you. Robin’s new pet, yeah?”
“Yes Ma’am.”
“And the runt?” She stabbed a finger at Katie, who whimpered.
“She’s with me. Helps me handle the logistics and inventory, mostly. She normally stays back- like she was supposed to, today- so I think you scared her half to death.” Jenny put her hands on her shoulders to steady her, “I told you to just wait for me to come back. You know you’re not supposed to be in here.”
The stranger had calmed down, and was no longer brandishing her gun. “Ugh, fine. Get her out of here, and tell Robin to notify me about these kinds of things in the future. Now, be a dear and go change your pants, both of you. You reek.”
She stormed off, deeper into the warehouse. Katie hugged Jenny tighter, murmuring “Thank you” into her midsection over and over again. “You guys okay?” Came a male voice. Katie jumped a little, before realizing that it belonged to Miles. He stepped towards them cautiously. She saw his gaze jump from her wet and soiled pants to the load in the back of Jenny’s pants, before settling on his own piss-soaked shorts.
“Let’s get out of here, before we get any more surprises,” Jenny said.
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The walk out of the warehouse and away from the docks was quiet, since none of them had wanted to draw attention to themselves. Once they were in a more secluded spot, Katie started to talk, “I, um, I brought you these… ” She pulled some clean pants from her bag, and handed them to Miles. “I dunno if the size is just right, but I thought that you’d be embarrassed when you noticed and I didn’t want you to walk around like that and-”
“Thanks, Katie,” He interrupted her with the gentleness of someone experienced with the woman's tendency to ramble, “I appreciate it. Wait. If you knew I’d need these, does that mean that I’d, er, wet myself earlier? When we bumped into each other?”
“Yup.”
“And I talked with you like nothing was wrong?”
“You might’ve peed a little bit more during the convo.”
He closed his eyes in humiliation as he flushed red, “... Wonderful.”
The smelly weight resting against her backside and weighing down her underwear spurred her to speak, “Hey, you don’t get to complain until you shit yourself. Trust me, my pants situation is a lot worse than yours, dude. Now go behind a bush or something and get changed.”
“With pleasure.”
He walked off, and once he was out of earshot, Jenny quietly said, “Katie… ”
She knew where this was going, “Yes?” She answered in a nervous voice.
“My pants are full of shit. Because of you. There is something wet running down the backs of my legs. Because of you. I’m walking around town with my ass stained brown and a load the size of a brick in my panties. Because of you. I had to force myself to crap my pants. Because of you.”
“I know, but hear me out-” She was interrupted as Jenny gripped her shoulders and began throttling her, shaking her back and forth.
“You! Don’t! Abandon! Your! Post! During! A! Mission!” She yelled through gritted teeth. When she stopped shaking her, Katie was dazed and stumbled around, nearly falling over. “Got it?”
“Y-y-yes, Ma’am,” She said with a trembling voice.
“Good. Now let’s get your boyfriend to the safehouse so we can start trying to account for all the damage this operation has caused.”
Edited August 31, 2021 by DsGSilver
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Thank you so much!
I intend to finish this story, and I have a lot of the next chapter done already. Just life got in the way really bad.
Can't say for certain when the next chapter will come out, but I really appreciate everyone's patience.
At the very least, here's the first page-and-a-half or so of the next chapter, which has been done for like, three months. Just to prove that some work has been done.
Chapter 5: Breakthrough
Katie shuffled back and forth, eyes locked to the floor and face burning red. Beside her, Miles stood in a similar state of awkward discomfort, Which is bullshit, Katie thought, He’s got clean pants on, now. She tried to silently pull up her ever-sagging pants and panties, which were still wet and full of her own mess. Jenny had demanded to use the shelter’s only shower immediately, leaving Katie to fend for herself.
“Well, this is kind of a funny reversal, at least,” Miles said, finally breaking the silence.
“How do you mean?”
“Last time, it was me standing around needing new pants.”
“Yeah but it’s still me who wants to die of embarrassment. You had no idea you peed your pants.”
“Hey, they had me running all across town in those pants. Who knows how many people saw me like that,” Something like dread crossed his face, “Really, seriously not looking forward to those conversations… ”
“Oh! Uh,” For as much self-pity as she was prepared to wallow in, she went through all of it to help Miles, and wasn’t about to let him feel terrible, too, “You probably won’t have to worry about it very much. Nobody really seems to notice all that much.”
“How could they not?”
“I mean, how long were you working at the docks?”
He looked confused, and then distressed, “I… don’t think I can really remember. It was a few weeks, at least.”
Katie grimaced, “Um, I hate to be the one to tell you this, dude, but that mind control shit they gave you makes you, uh, go to the bathroom in your pants, like, every time they use it to make you do something.”
“You… You aren’t saying what I think you’re saying, right?”
“In the time you were working for them, you probably peed and… did other stuff… in your pants like twice a day.”
He slowly raised his hand and massaged his temples. As ashamed as he clearly was, she kind of hoped he’d stay stuck on it. It was better that he was worried about having soiled himself, rather than losing his mind wondering what evil stuff they might’ve made him do.
“How could I not have noticed in all that time? How did nobody else notice? I mean, why didn’t anyone say anything?! A guy walking around in full pants like it’s nothing is not normal!”
“I don’t fuckin’ know, man. They might just put something in the water, or maybe it’s cause most of us have been around the magic jewelry at least a bit. The little signs that something’s wrong just don’t register.”
“It registered when your friend took my ring off. Not everyone has jewelry, why don’t they see it?”
She shrugged, “Like I said, no idea. In fact, now I think about it… ” She put a hand to her chin, as a revelation struck her, “Yeah, wait a sec, I think I’m on to something. All four of us- you, me, Jenny, and our other friend Chelle- each of us got our gem taken away, then noticed our accidents right away. In truth, that might’ve helped us snap out of it. But pointedly, we only noticed right when we were reeling from having the mind control end. So now I’m really convinced that there’s something out there making everyone just not notice it.”
He seemed to consider her words for a moment, “... Well, it would be a pretty shitty way for them to get caught, if everyone noticed.”
Katie laughed, “I tell you all that, and you make it into a bad pun? Is this what I did to Jenny earlier?”
“Don’t get so pissy about it.”
She laughed again, “I am pissy. And I would really like to stop being pissy, but someone’s hogging the shower!”
“You did this to me!” Came the still angry voice of Jenny from the bathroom.
They both chuckled, as the awkwardness finally abated. Even if the smell didn’t. Figures. Miles and I are finally getting to hang out again, and I’m forced to stand here in my own piss and shit like a baby. “But for real,” Miles began, distracting her from her thoughts, “Thank you for saving me. Seriously. Who knows what they were doing with me in there… ”
“Oh yeah, uh, of course, dude!” She blushed.
“You and Jenny really snuck in there, using the little microphones to communicate? Cause that’s some serious spy shit there.”
“Be careful, Miles,” She said, “You’re dangerously close to telling the woman who got so scared that she pooped herself how cool she was.”
“Heh. Well, it was cool. You were. You are. I wouldn’t have had the guts to even attempt it, so how could I say anything about the woman who actually went for it, and won?”
Her heart fluttered at his praise, and for a moment she could only stare at him.
“... Even if she smells like a paper mill, right now,” He smirked. She punched him in the arm.
The door to the bathroom clicked as the lock was undone, and Katie sprinted for it. She was not going to spend another second in those clothes.
Edited August 31, 2021 by DsGSilver
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Hello, I finally finished up this chapter. Had the outline and a lot of the bulk of it done for some time, and finally got some time to finish it. I still am probably gonna be kinda scarce for a while, but I'm happy to have gotten something done.
The first few paragraphs are a repeat of the preview up above, but the rest is all new.
Hope you enjoy!
Chapter 5: Breakthrough
Katie shuffled back and forth, eyes locked to the floor and face burning red. Beside her, Miles stood in a similar state of awkward discomfort, Which is bullshit, Katie thought, He’s got clean pants on, now. She tried to silently pull up her ever-sagging pants and panties, which were still wet and full of her own mess. Jenny had demanded to use the shelter’s only shower immediately, leaving Katie to fend for herself.
“Well, this is kind of a funny reversal, at least,” Miles said, finally breaking the silence.
“How do you mean?”
“Last time, it was me standing around needing new pants.”
“Yeah but it’s still me who wants to die of embarrassment. You had no idea you peed your pants.”
“Hey, they had me running all across town in those pants. Who knows how many people saw me like that,” Something like dread crossed his face, “Really, seriously not looking forward to those conversations… ”
“Oh! Uh,” For as much self-pity as she was prepared to wallow in, she went through all of it to help Miles, and wasn’t about to let him feel terrible, too, “You probably won’t have to worry about it very much. Nobody really seems to notice all that much.”
“How could they not?”
“I mean, how long were you working at the docks?”
He looked confused, and then distressed, “I… don’t think I can really remember. It was a few weeks, at least.”
Katie grimaced, “Um, I hate to be the one to tell you this, dude, but that mind control shit they gave you makes you, uh, go to the bathroom in your pants, like, every time they use it to make you do something.”
“You… You aren’t saying what I think you’re saying, right?”
“In the time you were working for them, you probably peed and… did other stuff… in your pants like twice a day.”
He slowly raised his hand and massaged his temples. As ashamed as he clearly was, she kind of hoped he’d stay stuck on it. It was better that he was worried about having soiled himself, rather than losing his mind wondering what evil stuff they might’ve made him do.
“How could I not have noticed in all that time? How did nobody else notice? I mean, why didn’t anyone say anything?! A guy walking around in full pants like it’s nothing is not normal!”
“I don’t fuckin’ know, man. They might just put something in the water, or maybe it’s cause most of us have been around the magic jewelry at least a bit. The little signs that something’s wrong just don’t register.”
“It registered when your friend took my ring off. Not everyone has jewelry, why don’t they see it?”
She shrugged, “Like I said, no idea. In fact, now I think about it… ” She put a hand to her chin, as a revelation struck her, “Yeah, wait a sec, I think I’m on to something. All four of us- you, me, Jenny, and our other friend Chelle- each of us got our gem taken away, then noticed our accidents right away. In truth, that might’ve helped us snap out of it. But pointedly, we only noticed right when we were reeling from having the mind control end. So now I’m really convinced that there’s something out there making everyone just not notice it.”
He seemed to consider her words for a moment, “... Well, it would be a pretty shitty way for them to get caught, if everyone noticed.”
Katie laughed, “I tell you all that, and you make it into a bad pun? Is this what I did to Jenny earlier?”
“Don’t get so pissy about it.”
She laughed again, “I am pissy. And I would really like to stop being pissy, but someone’s hogging the shower!”
“You did this to me!” Came the still angry voice of Jenny from the bathroom.
They both chuckled, as the awkwardness finally abated. Even if the smell didn’t. Figures. Miles and I are finally getting to hang out again, and I’m forced to stand here in my own piss and shit like a baby. “But for real,” Miles began, distracting her from her thoughts, “Thank you for saving me. Seriously. Who knows what they were doing with me in there… ”
“Oh yeah, uh, of course, dude!” She blushed.
“You and Jenny really snuck in there, using the little microphones to communicate? Cause that’s some serious spy shit there.”
“Be careful, Miles,” She said, “You’re dangerously close to telling the woman who got so scared that she pooped herself how cool she was.”
“Heh. Well, it was cool. You were. You are. I wouldn’t have had the guts to even attempt it, so how could I say anything about the woman who actually went for it, and won?”
Her heart fluttered at his praise, and for a moment she could only stare at him.
“... Even if she smells like a paper mill, right now,” He smirked. She punched him in the arm.
The door to the bathroom clicked as the lock was undone, and Katie sprinted for it. She was not going to spend another second in those clothes.
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Everyone, including Chelle, had agreed to meet back up at the hideout the following day. Chelle needed to be caught up on what happened, Miles needed to be briefed on everything, and they needed a plan moving forward. They also didn’t know whether or not it was safe for Miles to return to his actual home, so Katie inarticulately and embarrassedly proposed he stay the night in the shelter. The night ended with Both of them insisting the other take the bed, and both wound up sleeping on the floor to make a point to the other.
Jenny arrived first, because she, in her own words, “Wanted to see Chelle flip out,” when Katie explained the prior day’s events. Not much later, Chelle finally reached the hideout, and got her explanation.
“Katie, all you had to do was tell me you were so hungry, you know,” She said calmly.
“Well, you took it better than I did. Almost strangled the kid,” Jenny muttered.
Katie looked around the room, anywhere but at Chelle, “I know! But I just… I needed to… get out, I guess.”
She couldn’t give much more of an explanation than that, and a silence settled on the room, until Miles spoke, “Hey, for what it’s worth, I’m pretty happy things went the way they did.”
“Oh yeah! Guess I should introduce you. Miles, that’s my friend Chelle. She rescued me, like we rescued you. Chelle, this is my old friend Miles.”
Once introductions were out of the way, it was time to pool their knowledge, and talk strategy. Katie finally got to discuss her theory, and began the talk, “Okay so… At this point, we’ve all done it, so I’m just gonna throw it out there with no shame: I think the fact that all of us noticed our accidents right after getting our jewelry taken off is somehow significant, and it might be the reason the brainwashing fully wore off.” She inhaled when she finished her rant.
“Significant how?” Chelle asked.
“Well, um, when you told me about how you got snapped out of it, you said that the first thing you noticed was that you fell backwards onto the, uh, the mess… in your pants… ”
“... Right,” Chelle murmured, not happy that that particular story was being recounted.
“And then I… ” The young redhead let her sentence drift off, blushing hotly, “Also had an accident, and-”
“No, no, wait a sec!” Chelle called out, “You don’t get to talk about mine and then just skip over yours!”
“Okay, fine, I-”
“She’d peed a good amount in her jeans, made a big stain that reached her knees,” Chelle was telling the story with a smile, clearly enjoying herself, “When I took off her necklace, she got so overwhelmed and confused that she peed a bunch more, till she was standing in a huge puddle.”
“Thank you, Chelle,” Katie said in a low, angry tone. Miles chuckled, not at the story, but at Katie’s reaction. She coughed, and resumed, “Jenny had just wet herself when Chelle popped her necklace off, and noticed it right away. And finally, Miles had wet himself much earlier in the day, but still snapped out of it when Jenny pointed it out to him.”
“And you think that both of those events are important?” Chelle asked, “Taking off the jewelry and noticing the accident? Just doing one wouldn’t be enough?”
“Probably not. I dunno about you two, but when my necklace got taken, all I was thinking about was getting it back.”
“Ditto.”
“Yup.”
“But when we lost the jewelry, and someone or something made us notice that we’d had an accident in our pants, something that’s ordinarily a big deal, it broke through the last bit of brainwashing.”
“So we just gotta take someone’s jewels then tell ‘em they shat themselves? Seems a bit too easy,” Jenny said.
“That’s what I wanna try and test today. Mainly seeing how people react to their accidents while still brainwashed. And trying to figure out why the non-brainwashed people aren’t noticing. Oh, and hypothetically, they don’t have to notice the state of their pants, specifically. As long as it’s something severe enough to cause a big emotional response, I think. So like, if they were hurt or something, you could probably just bring that up, instead.”
“But wearing the jewelry makes you just go to the bathroom in your pants, right?” Miles asked.
“Sorta. When they give you a command, it messes with your bodily control. We think it has something to do with it overloading your brain,” Chelle answered.
“So that’s probably gonna be the easiest one to point out, since just about all the victims will have done it.”
With everyone up to speed, Katie took the stage, “So, here’s today’s plan: things are way too hot for me to be outside the shelter right now. Besides that, I still need to try and crack open this box you guys stole. So you three are gonna just wander around town, and try to provoke people into noticing their accidents or other weird behavior. See how they react, if they do at all.”
“But, shouldn’t we try and rescue them?” Miles asked, “I’ve been feeling real weird since you guys saved me, and I don’t wanna think about what they were making me do. I don’t wanna leave people to that.”
“It’s a matter of necessity. Until we know more, we can’t risk drawing too much attention to ourselves. If we suddenly had a group of thirty people, they’d spot us in a heartbeat. And if one person gets recaptured, they won’t be able to resist ratting us all out. We gotta be slow and careful about this,” Katie explained, but Miles still seemed quite distressed, “Don’t worry, we’re gonna save everybody. We just gotta be smart about it.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Jenny rose, “I’ll be in touch soon with my results.”
“Certainly easier than some of our other operations,” Chelle intoned.
“Oh, and Miles,” Katie said before he turned to leave, “Be careful, okay?”
“No promises.”
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Chelle had lived in Ravenwood her whole life, and even she hadn’t noticed when the trouble began. At least, not until she got her necklace taken off and snapped out of the mind control. Now, as she wandered through the town, she had no idea how the sight had escaped her attention. Just about every third person she saw needed a change of pants. Surely this is recent, right? It can’t have been this bad the whole time.
A jogger passed her on the sidewalk; her white shorts were stained yellow, and she left a trail of droplets behind her.
A man and a woman were talking with each other, and a large urine stain traveled down the man’s leg as he spoke. The woman’s pants were stained brown in the back, and had a slight bulge. Neither of them seemed to notice.
The sights were making her conscious of her own bodily needs. Her bladder nagged her a little, and she wondered if it might be suspicious to use a public restroom. She’d grown pretty used to using her pants as a restroom, but she preferred to only do it if she had to. Pragmatism could only overpower her desire to not piss herself under dire circumstances.
A jingle from her phone distracted her from her needs, and she looked to see a text message. For a brief second, she worried that it was from Katie, Jenny, or Miles, somebody reporting that something had gone wrong, but then she saw the sender’s name. Leslie. Guilt cut through her like a knife. Leslie was her best friend, but she hadn’t been able to free her, yet. It broke her heart to leave her like that, but she hadn’t had the chance to save her. But the text was promising: an invitation to hang out. It seemed to Chelle to be a golden opportunity; Leslie would be rather open to questioning from her, and could provide some important information. She responded, and agreed.
“So where on Earth have you been?” Leslie asked. Most people would’ve been angry or concerned when their friend vanished for a few weeks, but Leslie asked with an understanding smile.
“Yeah, sorry,” Chelle began, trying to think of an excuse, “Went out of town for a bit, then had to deal with work stuff. Haven’t gotten two minutes to myself in weeks.”
“You poor thing,” She said, “Wanna grab something to eat? I know how sweets cheer you up, and I know where to get a peach milkshake.”
“Um. Y-yes, please!” Chelle knew that going out to get a milkshake was not in the mission description, but the temptation was too strong. She was relieved that Leslie wasn’t mad at her, but in retrospect she should’ve guessed that her old friend wouldn’t have been upset. Leslie wore a light blue sweater and a long, green skirt that reached a little bit past her knees. Her long, brown hair blew in the wind, undoing the careful brushing she’d given it earlier. Unfortunately, all Chelle could really see was the necklace glittering around her throat. Her despair deepened when her friend took her hand, and she noticed the cursed ring around one of her fingers. She was double-brainwashed. At the very least, she hadn’t wet or soiled herself just yet.
They ordered their sugary snacks, and walked back outside. Her old friend was right, the treat most certainly did make her feel a bit better. She took the opportunity to try and ask some pointed questions, “So Leslie, like I said, I was outta town for a little bit. Does anything seem weird to you?”
“Um, weird how? You get a haircut or something?”
“No no, like, in town.”
Leslie’s face scrunched in concentration, “Nnnnooo? I don’t think I’ve noticed anything off.”
On the other side of the street, a woman sat on a park bench, reading something on her phone. Underneath her, several streams of piss rained down to the ground, noisily splattering and creating a large pool. “Like, over there? Nothing seems kinda funny to you?”
“What’re you getting at?” Leslie seemed quite confused. She really doesn’t notice. Maybe I need to be a little more direct…
“Y’know what, forget about it. I gotta use the bathroom, anyway.” Chelle put an undue amount of emphasis on the word, hoping it would spark something in her friend.
“Me too, actually.” Leslie replied. For a second, Chelle was happy, since it could’ve indicated progress, but then Leslie just stood there.
“Uh, Leslie? Bathroom?”
“Hang on, almost done… ” The response made Chelle’s heart sink. Sure enough, streams of hot urine ran down her old friend’s legs, wetting her socks and flowing into shoes. The piss flowed over the sides of her sneakers, and created two small puddles beside each of her feet. But she wasn’t done, as she scrunched up her face again, but this time for a much more embarrassing reason. She grunted quietly, and then looked quite relieved. “All right, I’m done,” A smell filled the air, originating from the back of Leslie’s panties. “Aren’t you gonna go, dude?”
“Uh, I was thinking about using the actual… ” Before she even finished the sentence, it was clear that Leslie didn’t understand, “... Yeah, just a little pee-shy, I guess.” Chelle gave up, and resigned herself to the inevitable. Forcing herself to let go, she felt the wet warmth begin to spread in her briefs. The wet spot appeared on the front of her jeans, and spread all across her front rapidly, before spilling down the insides of her pants. She’d long since learned to focus on the relief, rather than the shame. “I’m uh, all done.”
“Great, then let’s get a move-on!” Her friend took her hand and resumed walking, totally indifferent to her own wet and loaded panties.
“Isn’t that kinda uncomfortable?”
“What? My sweater? It’s actually softer than it looks-”
“No no, your underpants.”
“Michelle, I know you’re not about to tell me you were trying to look up my skirt,” Leslie said it with a slight chuckle, but she could tell something like that would actually bother her.
“No I didn’t, I’m talking about the fact that you… y’know, went to the bathroom in them?”
“I, uuuhhh?” She seemed a little taken aback, “I used the… bathroom… ” She sounded like she was trying to fit the pieces together, but was struggling. Come on, Leslie, fight it! “In my underpants?”
“Yeah, you pooped in your panties. Isn’t it kinda uncomfortable to walk around in that?”
“Why… Why would it be?” She was clearly doubting the sentence even as she said it.
Chelle placed her hand on Leslie’s backside, pressing the mess in her panties up against her rear, grimacing at the disgusting nature of the action and the breach of privacy. “You didn’t always go to the bathroom like this, right? You never had accidents in your pants.”
“Chelle!” She hopped forward, away from Chelle’s hand, and placed her own on her butt. “That’s uncalled for. You can’t just grab my butt and my… my… mess in my underwear… ” Something was dawning on her; she was realizing that something was wrong.
“You all right, there?”
“Yeah, I just feel like I forgot something kinda important.” She shrugged, “Eh, it’ll probably come back to me. Can’t be that important if I forgot it, right?”
“... Right… ” Chelle agreed, suppressing her disappointment. It was only a sample size of one, but thus far it seemed that Katie was right- A brainwashed person needed to have the sudden revelation occur when their jewelry was removed, not before. Additionally, it was gonna start raising suspicions if more people Chelle knew were suddenly freed from the hypnosis. Eventually, they were gonna work out that she was working against them. So, as much as she hated it, she had little choice but to leave Leslie as she was.
Well, she’s still my friend. Wet pants or not, I might as well enjoy some time with her. Maybe see what else I can learn.
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Jenny absentmindedly clutched the counterfeit necklace. By this point, she was confident enough that the townspeople wouldn’t notice that it was a fake, but wearing it still troubled her. The sensation of her mind being dominated was still fresh, and even wearing a bogus replica triggered some kind of response inside her. She took a deep breath, and cleared her head. There was work to do. Existential crises could wait.
She’d randomly wandered around town until she found herself on the outskirts of some strip mall, with plenty of people coming and going. As expected, everyone was going about their business normally, even though a sizable portion of them had or presently were going to the bathroom on themselves. Jenny already thought the coastal town smelled fishy and uninviting, but now some areas truly reeked.
And not a single person seemed to actually notice. Jenny had to admit that the concern of the bad guys putting something in the water was not unfounded. Whatever they’d done, it had most certainly made it so even the people who weren’t hypnotized failed to notice the sudden influx of accidents everywhere. She decided to put those individuals to the test.
After several minutes of trying to subtly stare at passersby to determine if they were wearing jewelry or not, she finally spotted the perfect candidates: A young man, with two young ladies. Both of the man’s friends wore jewelry, and it showed- one had a big wet stain on the front of her skirt; the other had a messy lump in the back of her jeans. The young man, however, had no jewelry, and thus had clean pants and underwear. And, as expected, he seemed to pay absolutely no mind to his friends’ mistreatment of their pants.
Like a proper stalker, Jenny followed the party for a while, trying to observe their behavior. From her long career in not following the law, she was pretty good at tailing people without being seen, and she used that skill to the fullest. Although, typically, she would shadow people who were armed and dangerous, not a group of college student-aged randos with two-thirds of their underpants ruined. It was easy enough, in comparison.
Not like there was all that much to see, though. They told jokes, poked around in stores, and hung out. She didn’t really know what she was expecting, though. They were just out and about, having fun, after all. She did observe the jeans woman check her phone briefly, and then piss herself as she looked at it. She just received some sorta command, I’m guessing, Jenny thought. She noted that the other two did not make the effort to step over or around the puddle she’d made. So they weren’t aware of it, or they just didn’t care.
But now that she thought about it, why were so many people soiling themselves? Jenny had only wet herself when she got hypnotized and given a command. Surely all of these people weren’t being issued commands so frequently.
Unless… She stopped and looked around. A lot of people were on their phones. An ordinary sight, in ordinary times, sure. But she was positive she was onto something. A healthy number of people in ruined pants had their phone in hand, or in their face. A woman sitting at a bench was actively pissing herself as she read something on her phone.
And I was hypnotized once… Jenny whipped out her phone. It was almost always muted, out of habit. She couldn’t have it going off when she was stealing something, after all. She was relieved to discover no new messages.
But she wanted to know just what was being sent out. She closed the distance on the group she’d been following. They entered some little convenience store, and Jenny made a mental note that the clean-pantsed man actually entered the bathroom. It looked like he’d be getting home dry. She slowly approached the jeans woman, careful not to be too loud or hasty. As soon as she saw her opening, two of her fingers flew into the other woman’s pocket, and retrieved her phone. After a little fiddling, Jenny muted the stolen phone, and shoved it into her own pocket.
Stepping away into a different aisle, she pulled it back out and opened the messages. The most recent was from someone registered as “Monarch.”
“Be a dear and remember to donate to the Ravenwood Historical Society today!”
That’s it? Just some scheme for money? For a damn museum?
Well, it was something. It most certainly incriminated the Society, and gave them a target to chase after. Although, “Monarch” didn’t tell them much of anything. It could be a single person or a group. She moved for the exit, stolen phone still in hand. Katie would want to see it.
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Now seeing what was really going on in his hometown, Miles was stunned. The number of people just casually going about their day with a load in their underwear was astonishing. And he cringed to recall that he’d been one of them for some time. He really hoped that everyone else had been hypnotized when he was running around in wet shorts. It had been bad enough that Katie had seen him like that, but he seriously hoped that at least some of his dignity could be salvaged.
Once he’d overcome the shock and the negative feelings it dredged up in him, he pushed on. He did have a job to do, after all. Although, he had to be a bit more careful than the others did. Chelle and Jenny would only be recognizable to a handful of people, and they knew how to play along. Miles on the other hand, had no earthly idea who would recognize him, or how to act if they spotted him. He figured that as long as he avoided the docks, he ought to be fine.
Which brought to his attention the strong urge he felt to go to the docks. He was certain that it was not normal, natural curiosity. Maybe his brain just wanted to try and fill in all the missing memories he had, but he was positive that something external was pulling him back. Frankly, it scared the shit out of him. He felt like his own head didn’t belong to him anymore.
After he’d wandered around for some time, he realized that he hadn’t been paying any attention. Like reading a book and zoning out, then having to reread the last couple pages. He walked though a quiet neighborhood, and he wasn’t entirely certain when or how he got there. He was supposed to be studying the people in the town, but he couldn’t focus. He was getting worried; this was not normal. The sun was shining bright, too bright. Giving him a headache. It was quiet around him, but he still felt like he was getting a sensory overload.
He sped up, keeping his eyes down, on the ground in front of him. He forced himself to focus on the cracks and pebbles on the ground, anchoring himself to the now. After a minute or two of walking like this, he came upon a small park, with some people in it. He felt like he was actually able to keep his head on straight, this time. He found a bench in the shade, and sat down, grateful to be out of the sun.
He felt like shit, but he felt even worse that he was being a complete burden to his friends. He was in no state to be conducting any of these spy missions. He sank his hand into his pocket, but froze as he reached his phone. He didn’t want to touch it. He wasn’t sure why, but just reaching for it made his blood run cold. He took a deep breath. He didn’t think he’d be able to make it back home, or to the hideout without help. He needed to contact someone.
He slid his phone out, and clicked it on. The screen lit up, and he saw he had an unread message. He was headed for his texting app anyway, so he opened it. It was from someone called “Monarch.”
“Be a dear and get to the lighthouse. Now.”
He bolted upright as he read the message. Feelings, sensations, and urges rampaged through him. He felt like his body remembered something terrible that his brain did not. Sickness gripped his insides, and unpleasant pains struck his stomach.
“Miles, that you?” Came a voice from behind him. He didn’t look away from the phone. The speaker got closer, “Miles? You all right, chief?” He had the wherewithal to know it was Jenny. He looked up slightly, still sick. “Uh, hello? Are you- gwugh!” She made a sudden and unexpected noise of disgust. He felt hands on his shoulder, and the woman forced him to turn and look at her.
“Jenny?” He asked, dazed.
She gave him a serious look, but didn’t say anything. She plucked the phone from his hands and studied it, her expression souring as she did so. “Miles,” She began in a low voice, “Are you wearing any more jewelry?”
“No. Just the fake.”
“You’re certain?”
“Yes. Why?”
In answer, Jenny grabbed his arm and navigated it to his backside, where it touched a strange lump. He felt the bulge with his hand, and finally the sensation across his butt registered to him. He’d soiled himself at some point. It was warm, and the bulge he felt was soft enough that it was likely recent. Probably as he started to feel sick.
“I…!”
“... You shat your pants, Miles. And you look terrible.”
“I’ve never… messed myself. Why did this… ” He trailed off.
“Katie said that you seemed worse off than the others. I think she was onto something there.”
“Jenny, something’s really wrong. I, I can’t remember things, I-”
The woman stepped in front of him, her face just in front of his, “Calm down, Miles. We’re gonna get to the bottom of all of this. For now, why don’t we get you back to the hideout, hm?”
He blushed, “Can… Can I change my underpants, first?”
“Oh shut up, Katie saw you wet yourself and you saw her crap herself. You’re all used to it by now.”
She grabbed his arm, and guided him back towards the shelter. Even as disturbing as the day had wound up being for him, Miles supposed that this was still kind of information to report back.
Edited August 31, 2021 by DsGSilver
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Chapter 6: Consequence
It took an unreasonable amount of time, but here's the next chapter! Featuring some prominent accidents from the resident redhead, Katie, here's chapter 6! Sorry for the wait, but I hope everyone enjoys it! It's a bit short, but I didn't want to delay it any longer.
Chelle and Leslie walked through town together, occasionally venturing into the various stores and attractions. Despite her wet pants, and Leslie's wet and full panties, she still truly enjoyed the time she got to spend with her old friend. Soon enough, she’d be called back to business, so she wanted to really relish the simple pleasures while she could. She tried to also do her job and observe the town around her, but she wasn’t able to extrapolate much information other than the fact that everyone was happily wetting and crapping their pants like it was going out of style. She disliked that this included herself.
The two chatted and laughed together, turning a corner onto a familiar street. One that suddenly gave Chelle a spike of anxiety. She wasn’t certain what was wrong, until she looked up, and spotted the sign for Bray’s just a little ways down. Shit!! We gotta go a different direction, Her heart nearly stopped, What if he recognizes me?! He might realize that we stole his package! She opened her mouth to insist they go somewhere else, but Leslie spoke first, “Oh, right, Bray’s. Sad, what happened.”
“Huh?” Chelle looked at her friend, “What do you… What happened at Bray’s?” She was very slow and careful with her question.
“The owner disappeared into thin air. Cops said it looked like some people got him from his bed in the middle of the night.” As they passed the store, the darkened interior and “Closed” signs on the door gave all the evidence she needed.
Chelle stopped and stared into the dark and empty building, her frightened reflection peering back at her. They disappeared him because of us, She realized, with horror. Adding to her mounting panic was the knowledge of just how quickly and quietly they got rid of him. Chelle knew they were going up against someone powerful, but seeing it in action was truly unsettling. She felt the crotch of her cold, clammy pants turn warm once again as her bladder emptied. She slowly looked down, watching as she re-wet her already soaked pants in fear. Her bladder was still mostly empty, so this wetting only reached midway down her thighs.
“Uh, are you all right, Michelle?” Leslie had noticed her sudden alarm.
“Yeah, yeah, fine,” If there was one upside to Ravenwood, pissing yourself didn’t give away how not fine you were, “Just remembered, I promised to help my mom with something today.”
“Aw, really?”
“Yeah, sorry,” She was regaining her composure, and smiled even as the last few droplets of pee ran down her leg.
“Well, promise me that-”
“I’m not gonna disappear again, I promise!” She interrupted.
“That’s all I ask. Tell your mom I said hi!”
They waved goodbye, and Chelle pulled out her phone. Today hadn’t been a waste of time for her after all.
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Miles, cleaned off and inspected for any immediate damage, had exhaustedly passed out in Katie’s bed in the shelter. Seeing her crush delirious and afraid broke her heart, and she was also not fond of seeing him in soiled pants (though she supposed it did make them even). No sooner had Jenny started to explain the day’s findings and what happened to Miles when Chelle called her, and broke the frightening news.
Now the three of them sat together in the shelter. Under less stressful conditions, they would have teased Chelle over her pants situation, but today they were quiet. “So,” Jenny broke the silence, “Whatever’s in the box is pretty important, huh?”
“Seems that way,” Katie replied, in a small voice “Which is a damn shame, since I cannot get the thing to open for the life of me.”
Chelle spoke up, “Important enough to vanish somebody… Jenny, they did that to him because of us-”
“They did that to him because they’re bad guys, Chelle. He was working for them, and he screwed up, and that’s what happens when you work for bad guys. You get got. We had nothing to do with it.”
Chelle seemed to ease up a little with the reassurance, but Katie gave the criminal a sideways look, “Something tells me you have some experience when it comes to people vanishing,” She was finding Jenny’s apathetic attitude distasteful.
“Look, don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to,” Jenny answered, unexpectedly without sass, it was a genuine warning, “Let’s just say that I have a skillset I was hoping I wouldn’t have to use here.”
“Jenny, no!” Chelle piped up, “We already got someone… No more!” There were tears threatening to spill from her eyes.
“Dude, if they find out what we’re doing, it’s gonna be the axe for all of us. If it’s them or us, I know my choice.”
“These people are being controlled and manipulated! We can’t just get them killed! Katie, help me out here!”
Both women looked at Katie, making her shrink back. She really didn’t know who to side with. Practically speaking, Jenny was completely correct, and self-defence was a necessary tool. Morally, Katie wasn’t sure how she was going to sleep tonight knowing that the operation she planned had likely earned a brainwashed man a one-way trip to the bottom of the bay. And now they’d rescued Miles, and who knows who might’ve been punished for that.
Ultimately all she could do was look between both of them and shrug. They groaned in frustration at the deadlock that created.
“Look, just, everyone go home,” Katie finally said, “Tomorrow, we’ll look into Monarch, and tonight I’m gonna take another crack at the box.” That seemed to be the best resolution they’d come to that night, and the other women went home. Katie spun in her chair, seeing Miles sprawled out on her bed. He looked like he was in pain. She hated to see it. She wanted to help him so badly. She swore that she’d open the box that night, and use whatever was inside to help him.
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Hours had passed. Katie didn’t dare to glance at a clock, choosing to believe that time wouldn’t catch up to her if she didn’t look at it. She’d found lockpicking tutorials online, cobbled together some tools, and worked her fury upon the box with single minded determination, and had nothing to show for it. She wanted Miles to get better and wake up, but she really hoped it didn’t happen at that moment, as he’d be treated to a view of Katie looking crazed and frazzled and sitting in just a T-shirt and her underpants.
“Mm… ” She heard a sudden groan behind her, causing her to jump. Miles stirred slightly, looking all the more pained for it. He wasn’t awake, just shifting in his sleep. But seeing him again calmed her down, helped her to remember that she needed to do this for his sake. She pulled up the videos on lockpicking once again, and continued her work.
She tried to mimic what she saw as perfectly as possible. The alternative was just to shoot or blow up the box, which could destroy what was inside, so she had to get it right. Whatever it was was clearly crucial enough for all the secrecy and security, and even got somebody vanished for losing it. It had to be worth all the trouble. Mostly because… I dunno what we’re gonna do if this turns out to be nothing. We’re really betting a lot on this thing being worthwhile.
She gasped when she heard a subtle click from the box. It wasn’t unlocked, but her pick had landed on something it was supposed to. She turned her attention to the videos once again, to see where to proceed. Following their example, she twisted and turned and forced her picks, hearing more rattling and clicking. At long last, she was treated to a loud ker-shunk! From the box. Her heart raced, and she tentatively pushed the lid up with one finger. She almost squealed when the lid actually began to rise. She had done it. The box was open. Her whole body was shaking.
Steeling herself for whatever was inside, she quit hesitating and lifted the lid open. Inside was a large, gaudy necklace. An amulet, more like. In a big, gold medallion on the chain was a gem, far larger than the others she’d seen. But, unlike the rest of the cursed jewelry, this gem was a bright, gleaming red. The others had all been blueish-green. This one was special. Katie knew it had to be. And after all of her hard work, who better to give it a test run?
… Tomorrow.
No way was she going to actually put the thing on without people there to restrain her in case she tried to do something crazy. It could be a super mind-control device for all she knew.
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“What… is it?” Chelle asked, staring as Katie proudly dangled the necklace from a gloved hand, careful not to actually touch it.
“Dunno,” She shrugged, “I mean, I have a theory, but it’s not concrete.”
“Tell us anyway,” Jenny said.
“Well, I’m sure you both are thinking what I’m thinking. All the security around this, the secrecy, and it looking like an extra crazy version of the bad jewelry… I think this thing lets someone control people.”
The two of them stiffened, their eyes fixed on the extravagant neckwear. “Have you tested it at all, yet?” Jenny asked.
“What, are you kidding? Fuck no, I’m not touching this thing alone!”
“Well, now you’re not alone, time to touch it.”
“But it won’t work without the base jewels,” Chelle interjected, “Katie, you still got those?”
“Inside the box that’s inside the box in the corner,” She replied, as Jenny watched in frustration.
“You kept those things so close by?”
“I tried to study them, but came up empty,” She defended.
Chelle returned with a small ring, with the blue-green gem. She hadn’t put it on yet. “We’re uh… sure about this? Jenny, you ready to stop us if anything goes wrong?”
“You bet.”
“Okay then,” She took a deep breath, and slowly slid the ring onto her finger. She went a little rigid, and stood ready for a command.
Even more trepidatiously, Katie put the amulet around her neck, shuddering intensely as an icy sensation washed over her whole body. “Fuuuuck… ” She breathed, suddenly dizzy, and wobbling in her chair. She shook her head, and made eye contact with Chelle, who stood practically at attention. “Okay, uh, Chelle, uh… ”
“‘Be a dear’,” Jenny supplied.
“Right! Chelle, be a dear, and uh, jump!”
Obediently, Chelle jumped. But that was only part of the experiment. Both other women stared at Chelle’s pants, expecting to see a stain, or suddenly detect an unpleasant smell. Nothing happened.
“Huh. Umm, Chelle, be a dear and take off your shoes?”
Once again, she did as she was told, sliding off her shoes and exposing her socks. Once again, Katie and Jenny leaned forward to search for any sign of an accident. Dry and not messy.
Jenny sighed, “Chelle’s not gonna object to you asking her to jump, you know. She’ll do anything if you ask her nicely enough. Monarch is making people piss themselves by demanding they give them all their money.”
“Oh, that’s right! Good point! Chelle, be a dear and gimme your wallet!”
Chelle reached into her pocket and produced her wallet, dutifully handing it to the redheaded woman. No wetting, no soiling.
“Huh. Not working. Also, it just dawned on me how weird it is that we’re staring at our friend’s crotch to see if we can make her pee her pants.”
“For the love of… She knows you're just gonna give it back! You gotta make her do something she’d never do otherwise!” Jenny walked forward and snatched the necklace from Katie, and fastened it around her own neck, shivering as the unnatural cold washed over her. “Chelle, be a dear and give your ring to Katie,” She commanded.
The woman did as instructed, but naturally the effect of the command ended once Chelle had taken off the ring. “Whoa, wha-” She began, then her eyes shot downwards. She began patting down her inner thighs, then her butt. “Hey, I’m clean!” Chelle declared.
“Yup. Time for plan B. Put this on,” Jenny took the ring, and tossed it to Katie.
“Wha- what are you gonna make me do that I would never do otherwise?” The smaller woman asked, somewhat fearful.
“It’s a surprise,” The older woman smiled. Katie worriedly put on the ring, and went slightly rigid, just like Chelle. “Check this out,” Jenny said to Chelle, “Hey Katie, be a dear and show us your internet history!”
Immediately, the room was filled with a loud hissing, as the crotch of Katie’s black shorts glistened with wetness. Her piss spread across her butt as she sat, and puddled around her, soaking the backside of her pants completely. The pool began to spill over the side of her chair, which she spun towards her computer to follow the order she was given. She left quite a mess as the urine was sloshed from the chair onto the floor below her.
Jenny laughed, and Chelle chuckled lightly at the display.
“I guess it works,” Chelle said.
“Well, we don’t know that!” Jenny said, still giggling, “Be a dear and stand up.” Katie stood, apparently still peeing, as twin streams visibly ran down both of her legs. “Be a dear and shit your pants.”
Katie hunched forward a little bit, straining. After a second, there was a wet squelch, and Jenny could see a smooth, round bulge forming on Katie’s backside. The waistband of her shorts slid down an inch as her panties were loaded up. She strained once more, and her mess grew by a third. “All done,” The redhead announced.
Jenny sneered, while Chelle looked on in concern, asking “Was that really necessary?”
“Katie, be a dear and sit back down in your piss chair.”
The hacker complied, nonchalantly setting herself down in her gaming chair with a splash and a squish that made both of the other women cringe. Her mess had surely spread all across her butt.
Jenny beamed with satisfaction. “All right, be a dear and take off the ring.”
Almost as soon as she slid the ring from her finger, Katie yelped in shock, dropping it to the floor. Her hands shot to her groin, attempting to grab herself, or cover her pee-soaked pants. “Aaah, I peed my-” She stopped mid-sentence, face going pale, and wiggled her legs. Once she felt the state of the load in her panties, she gagged. “W-what did you do?! Why did you make me poop myself and- and then sit in it?!”
“Revenge,” Jenny said simply, “Now we’re even for the other day.”
“Y-yeah, okay… I guess I… had this coming.”
“Oh my… ” Chelle breathed. The others looked at her, but she was focused on Katie’s computer monitor, which still had her history pulled up on it.
Fast as lightning, Katie grabbed the mouse and closed out of it, but the damage was done. “Shut up!” She shouted. Grabbing her shorts by the waistband to hold them up, she ran for the bathroom, sprinkling a few droplets of pee as she ran. She slammed the door and turned the lock, and the sounds of the shower running could be heard.
“Proud of yourself?” Chelle asked, disappointed.
“Oooh yeah.” |
Should have said no to the Pre-Game Gatorade chug
Jadian couldn’t sit still in his last class of the day, he couldn’t even focus on what the teacher was saying. He just turned 18 at the beginning of his senior year of High School, and played football all four years. The season is almost over and this game determines if they will make it to play in the state championships, or if tonight is going to be the last football game he plays in high school.
Jadian also couldn't sit still, his need to pee was getting more noticeable. He liked holding it in. He never actually wet himself purposely, as holding it in too long resulted in occasional accidents. He crosses his legs and tries again to focus on his math teacher.
While trying to focus, he heard the teacher mention something about the quadratic equation, when his friend tapped him on the shoulder ”Hey, good luck tonight, dude, it's almost game time”. Jadian smiled at this and said, ”thank you”. He was right, it was almost game time, as he wouldn't even have time to go home before the game as they had to drive two hours to get to the school they were playing at.
The bell rang to dismiss the class. The whole class all got up from their seats and rushed out of the door, eager to get home. As everyone rushed out of the room, the teacher yelled over everyone ”good luck to our football team tonight”! Jadian smiles quickly and continued to rush out. He has to hurry to the locker room so he can meet up with the coach and the rest of the team.
As Jadian makes his way to the locker room-he stops at the bathroom knowing that holding it for two more hours would be pushing it. He may enjoy holding his bladder, but he knew better than to hold it too long in public with no way to get to a bathroom and have an accident in front of his team.
Walking into the bathroom, he went into a stall and removed his shorts and underwear before relieving himself. After his bladder was empty he pulled his shorts and underwear up and exited the bathroom. Jadian bumped into his friend, Nico, who was on the football team, and they walked together talking to the locker room.
Once there, the other team members greeted them ”what's up Jadian, what's up Nico”. After they all were there everyone got ready for the two-hour bus ride to the opposing school. Everyone put on gym shorts and a t-shirt to travel in as no one wanted to travel in their football gear.
After everyone was changed to coach gathered them all up and gave them all a prep talk about tonight. Jadian just knew they had to win, nothing would make his senior year of high school better. The prep talk ended as everyone cheered and ran out to the bus.
Jadian got on the bus and took a seat by Nico. The bus had no A/C so it was going to be a very hot ride. Jadian finished his water bottle with in the first 20 minutes and dug into his bag to get another. ”Slow down dude, you don't want to pee yourself” Nico said with a grin as he playfully punches Jadian in the arm. Jadian hit Nico back and laughed, his friend was right he didn't want to pee himself but he wouldn't mind holding. Smiling to himself Jadian pulled out his phone.
Crossing his legs Jadian started a game on his phone and put in his earphones in listening to music. He took sips of his water every couple of minutes. About an hour and a half into the ride his need to pee returned, as he had a small bladder.
The bus pulled into the opposing school and let the team out by a locker room. The coach was the first to get up and yelled “let’s go, team” as he was the first one out followed by the rest of the team. They headed to the locker room to change into their gear.
Jadian’s bladder definitely had some pee in it now, but it wasn't bad at all so he decided to hold it till half-time. He put on his royal blue and gray football uniform; a gray football jersey with royal blue pants and of course a cup. The coach gave them one last prep talk before the team ran out to the field.
Jadian’s team had a tradition of each player chugging a thing of Gatorade before each game to make sure they stay hydrated. This was fun but that plus all the water he drinks during the game caused him to have a full bladder by half time. Ignoring this Jadian chugged his Gatorade with his team.
It was finally here, game time. Jadian and his team put on there royal blue and gray helmets and ran into the middle of the field to get in position for kick-off. Jadian felt his bladder filling up but ignored it as the game started.
The game was started and Jadian’s attention was fully on the game. He managed to intercept a few other the other team's ball. When it was his team who had the ball it was their time to score as much as possible. They scored to where Jadian couldn't keep track and he wouldn't dare look at the game board.
The game was going in Jadian’s favor except for one thing, he really had to pee, and he could no longer ignore it. He knew he was risking a lot by drinking water but he didn't have much of a choice. He played as best as he could until the coach told him to take a break and let another play.
Jadian ran to the sideline and took a big gulp of Gatorade and sat on the bench. Sitting made it harder to hold as he was not moving around. He put his legs close together and tried with all his might to hold it in. He tried to grab himself but his cup prevented him from doing so.
Nico ran over to get some water which was unfortunately by Jadian. ”What’s up” Nico said as he passed by Jadian. Jadian noted at Nico and gave him a high five. Hearing Nico’s water caused Jadian to leak. Feeling the leak Jadian put his legs together stopping the flow.
He had to pee so badly now he couldn't focus on anything else. He looked at the timer and saw they had 15 minutes left. Jadian gasped, there was no way he could hold it that long but he had to. He closed his eyes and tried his best to hold it.
After what seemed like ten minutes he looked back up and saw that to his horror they still had ten minutes till half-time. Jadian pushed his legs together as tight as he could and prayed he would make it. Another ten minutes passed and there was still five minutes left till half-time.
Jadian never had to pee this bad before in his life. He knew he should have said no to the pre-game Gatorade chug. He looked up at the clock three minutes left he could do this. Unfortunately, his bladder had enough and he lost the battle. He's pee flowed out of him soaking his pants and underwear. He tried to stop it by grabbing himself but his cup wouldn't allow that. He tried pushing his legs together but he kept peeing, he tried everything he could think of but nothing worked. Pee kept coming soaking Jadian.
His pee pooled underneath him on the bench he was sitting on and when the bench couldn't hold anymore the pee dropped onto the grass below. Jadian couldn't do much but sit there as he had an accident. After what seemed like hours he looked back up at the clock and saw one minute was left. Jadian then looked at his pants. Fortunately for him, his cup seemed to hold most of his pee from wetting his pants and the pee that did manage to wet his pants didn't show well as his pants were a dark royal blue.
The buzzer went off signaling it was now half-time. Jadian slowly got up from the bench and felt as pee escaped his cup and ran down his legs. He looked down at his pants and although he could clearly see a wet patch down to his gray socks he knew no else could, as they didn't know what to look for.
Jadian smiled as he knew his accident was found unnoticed and he smiled again when he saw the score and they were winning by 20 points. They ran to the locker room celebrating with victory at hand. Once in the locker room the coach cheered them on as they had a wonderful first half and going to have a wonderful second half and achieve victory.
”We are having a great game” Nico said as he came up to Jadian. Jadian smiled but was nervous as his peed pants went unnoticed so far but as Nico was close maybe he would see. Fortunately for Jadian, Nico didn’t notice and went to talk to the other teammates.
Jadian’s accident was remaining unnoticed as half-time came close to an end. The team ran back out as they wanted to make sure to be at the field when half-time ended.
As half-time ended the other team ran out to the field. Both times line up on the field as the game began once again. Jadian was glade that although he was in peed pants he was able to focus on the game once again.
Jadian’s team was doing wonderful. They prevented the other team from making most of the points and when it came to their turn to have the ball, points just added up. Nothing seemed to be able to stop them.
Jadian’s team has 38 points and the opposing team had 22, and with one quarter left Jadian could already taste victory.
“What a game this is” he thought “it determines if we play state championship or if it’s my last high school game and I peed myself and played in peed gear”. He laughed to himself as the fourth quarter began.
The fourth quarter was just like the rest of the game, Jadian’s team kicked ass. The score was 47-34 and with only seconds left there was no question Jadian’s team won and would be in the state championships. The team cheered as the buzzer buzzed signaling the game was over. Jadian’s team and their crowd went wild as they have won.
Jadian couldn’t believe it, his senior year just got even better. The only thing he would change about the game was his accident. As the team met back at the bus Jadian saw his parents looking for him. He went up to them and as they saw him his mom pulled him into a hug before he could reject it. She didn't care he was very sweaty, or at least that's what she thought was soaking his pants.
”Congrats on the win!” his parents said with excitement “We are so proud of you”
Jadian just smiled as his parents insisted on taking a picture. Jadian was kind of worried as he didn't know how his peed pants would show but he agreed to take it, as he wanted to act as normal as he could and saying no would be strange. Jadian put his hands in front of his pants in the picture hoping it would hide his accident. After the picture was taken Jadian looked at it and was relieved his hands hide most of his accident and the parts it didn't could pass as shadows.
Realizing he left his Gatorade bottle on the filed he ran out to get it. As he ran to get it Jadian noticed he had to pee again and with the all the Gatorade he had it was pretty bad.
A thought went through his head, his pants were already wet with pee so why not just pee? Jadian couldn't believe what he was thinking but he decided his pants were cold and itchy, so maybe more hot pee would help and it would be much easier just to pee now than to have to take all his gear off. Jadian took in a deep breath and closed his eyes as he released his bladder. Imminently hot piss rewet his now cold pants turning them wet and got again. Pee ran down his legs and pooled in the grass at his feet.
He finally finished peeing his pants for the second time within two hours and ran off to catch up with his team. He couldn't believe he had a full pee accident and purposely peed his pants all in the same night, and very close together. The team change and Jadian made sure to take a good shower and change in the shower before he got on the bus with his teammates to head home. Jadian took a seat to himself in the back as he put his earphones in, to listen to music, and closed his eyes, smiling to himself. |
Unfortunately during the last month I have been sick a real lot. First I had an infected lipoma on my back, which is basically an infected pus filled thing on my back that makes me like a hunchback, so I had to go to the walk-in doctor to get that cut open. Then they put me on an antibiotic that unfortunately had the side effect of causing nausea, which ended up triggering my acid reflux and sending me to the hospital yet again for the third month in a row. So while I have been trying to avoid going to the hospital during this pandemic it seems like I have been getting sick more frequently than ever, figures. But I have had a really slow recovery and have spent a lot of nights since I have been home from the hospital sick and vomiting. I finally seem to be better now at least but it has been a pretty crappy month for the most part.
The other bad part about this whole quarantine thing is that when I have been leaving the house even less than usual (even before quarantine I only left the house once a week on average to go to the movies) it's really bad as far as opportunities to see women desperate for the bathroom go. Normally I don't see anything when I leave the house seeing as I'm normally the only person at the movies, but during the quarantine it is even less likely that you will see anyone out desperate for a bathroom since everything is closed. However the universe decided to throw me a bone I guess since I was so sick and I had to go to the doctor. At the doctor I ended up seeing a woman desperate outside for nearly a half hour or more.
Because of the virus and everything people had to wait outside of the walk-in doctor, so I was waiting outside for like 40 minutes, and there was this blond woman ahead of me in the line to get into the place, who for 40 minutes went on and on about how she had to go to the bathroom and was dancing around, crossing her legs and grabbing herself. She really looked like she was going completely out of her mind and she pretty much ran when they finally let her in. When I saw her in the waiting room later she looked so relieved to have finally, well gotten relief!
That sighting inspired me to write the following story. The story is more dramatic than it actually was in reality and I added some details to pad it out since it was a relatively uneventful sighting, so I thought I would make it a little bit more interesting to draw it out some more to make a full story. Overall I am pretty happy with the results. Originally I was going to tell the story from the first person instead of just naming my character after myself like I usually do, but then I figured if I did that I wouldn't be able to say what happened to the woman inside of the doctor's office, which I have to admit is entirely up to my imagination, but I have a very vivid imagination!
I also posted this in my blog for anyone who has live journal https://desperatejill.livejournal.com/
Desperate outside the Doctor's Office
Jill was not happy that she had to go to the doctor, especially seeing as the world was in the midst of a giant pandemic, but she figured that she had better get things taken care of because the problem was only going to get worse before it got better if she didn't.
"Oh great they're not even letting people inside of the doctor's office!" Jill said as she got out of the car in front of the doctor's office and saw that there was a long line of people outside of the doctor's office, with everybody several feet apart and wearing masks.
Social distancing could be a pain in the ass sometimes as they wouldn't even let too many people in the doctor's office at the same time. Although it made logical sense it was still a pain in the ass, although luckily it wasn't freezing out that day.
But that was when Jill saw something that would help her to keep her mind off of the long boring wait for the doctor. Standing not far in front of her was a blonde woman. It wasn't totally obvious at first, but then Jill started to notice the telltale signs that she was shifting from foot to foot.
For a moment Jill thought that maybe she was imagining something out of boredom and seeing things she wanted to see, but as she continued watching she could see that the woman was starting to pace in place. She continuously crossed and uncrossed her legs and Jill knew that she was showing all the telltale signs of being desperate to pee, no doubt about it.
The line was moving rather sluggishly. Jill wasn't sure if all of these people were there to get tested for the Covid virus or whether they had all sorts of different problems that had brought them there but, at least to her, it seemed like it was overly crowded, but maybe that was just because everyone was outside and spread out more than usual.
Within another moment the woman started putting her hands in her pocket and standing on her tip toes, another sign that she was looking rather uncomfortable. Jill felt bad that she was starting to enjoy this so much, seeing as the woman was probably sick if she was going to the doctor's office, but you can't help enjoying someone else's desperation at a time like that.
Jill didn't want to look like she was staring but at the same time she could tell that the woman was becoming increasingly frantic and agitated. Jill wished that the woman wasn't wearing a mask because then she could have seen the look on the woman's face, which she had no doubt was one of agitation, or at the very least probably a pouty frown.
As Jill continued to look at the woman she started to imagining what the look on her face would look like if she weren't wearing a mask. Jill kind of liked the pouty frown when a person was desperate. Something about the fact that they were in a state of despair over the fullness of their bladder just drove the point home that they were really and truly desperate and resigned to their fate.
But Jill didn't need to see this woman's face as she could tell just from her body motion that she was increasingly uncomfortable by the moment.
"Oh my God I have to pee!" the woman finally shouted as she started jogging in place.
Jill felt good that at least she was wearing a mask so that nobody could see how big her smile was underneath hers. Jill didn't need to see the faces of the people around her to realize that several other people were now watching the good free show that they were getting.
"Are you all right?" one woman asked the blonde woman.
"I'm fine I just have to pee really bad!" the woman said as she paced back and forth.
"Well if you're going to wet yourself make sure you stay at least 6 feet away from everyone else," the other woman said as she walked away from the blonde woman.
The blonde woman continued to pace back and forth and stand on her tip toes and started jumping up and down. Jill couldn't help but notice that her breasts were rather large and they appeared to be jumping all over the place with her body motion. She had no doubt that that was why a lot of other people were enjoying the show, but Jill was more interested in what was going on inside of her bladder, rather than what was going on inside of her bra.
A couple of people in the line were holding bottles of water and lifting up their masks to drink it. Jill could see that the blonde woman was looking at them with a look of longing. She didn't bring anything to drink but it was probably for the best, given her current situation, which would only be made worse by drinking more and filling her bladder even yet more.
"When are they going to let us in?!" the blonde woman said as she balled her hands into fists. She started shifting from side to side and waving her arms and clapping her hands. Jill had no doubt that underneath her mask this poor desperate woman was almost assuredly gritting her teeth as well.
For a moment Jill almost wanted to talk to the woman and start making conversation with her, but she was kind of socially awkward and she didn't know how sick the woman was. She didn't look very sick except over the fact that her bladder must be especially full.
While she was waiting someone came by with a hose and started spraying it on the streets, most likely to clean and decontaminate it. The sound of the hose running into the street must have been driving the blonde woman even more frantic, because as she heard that she started bending at the knees a bit and pulling down her shirt to cover up her pants more.
Jill was starting to wonder if this was a prelude to some type of accident, which would be especially embarrassing and probably not the most hygienic thing to do outside of a doctor's office. Jill checked her watch to see that it had already been 20 minutes and that there still didn't seem to be any sign that the blonde woman was going to get into the doctor's office anytime soon, or her either for that matter.
Once again Jill smirked underneath her mask thinking how much this was entertaining her. She would feel bad if the woman was in pain and not feeling very well, but it seemed like the only source of discomfort for her at the moment seemed to be her especially full bladder, and Jill was enjoying every minute of it. Time must be moving a lot slower for that woman than for herself Jill reasoned to herself.
The blonde woman started playing with her hair and running her fingers rapidly through it, which Jill always did herself when she was desperate. Fortunately Jill wisely went to the bathroom before leaving the house, so her bladder was totally empty. This woman probably went to the doctor's office assuming that she would at least be in the office right away with access to a bathroom.
That's why you never assume, Jill thought to herself with another smile at this woman's lack of planning for these eventualities. Since the beginning of all these quarantines Jill hadn't been out of the house except to go to doctors, so her opportunity to see other women desperate for the bathroom were even more limited than usual. But now here she was getting a gift from the universe, which hardly made up for the fact that she was ill, but at least the universe decided to throw her a bone after all of that.
As they passed the half hour mark Jill could see that the woman was now going completely out of her mind. It looked like she almost wanted to take her mask off, if only to scream briefly at the injustice of the fact that right inside of that building was the bathroom that could finally bring her relief, but she had to stay outside because of the new health guidelines.
As the blonde woman started making all sorts of squatting motions Jill was starting to think that maybe she would become so desperate that she would actually pop a squat right in front of the doctor's office. She doubted that, as you would have to be extremely desperate to do something like that in public, especially in an environment where people are so afraid about contamination that they are wearing masks. But Jill sometimes let her hopes get up, because you have to entertain yourself somehow.
Finally the door opened and the woman practically knocked everybody else down as she ran through the doctor's office.
"Hey you have to fill out forms," the woman at the desk said to the blonde woman.
"But I really need the bathroom!" she said.
"But first you need to fill out these forms," the lady at the desk said as she handed the blonde woman the forms.
The blonde woman slowly started filling out the forms, trying to remember her entire medical history while also trying to focus on the fact that she was trying to make sure that her bladder didn't explode right there in the office and embarrass her in front of a large group of people.
She couldn't help but wonder if you could catch the coronavirus through contact with human urine?
Finally she managed to finish filling out the forms in record time. Maybe it was true that you tend to dillydally less when your bladder is full and make better decisions. When you are in a rush the information comes to you faster and you don't have time to delay over small details. Your mind knowing that you are in a dire situation provides the information more quickly.
Finally she dashes to the bathroom only for another woman to be there to the punch. She stands outside the door on tip toes, her legs now shaking with desperation. As the minutes slowly ticked by the woman finally came out of the bathroom and the blonde woman practically pushed her down as well.
As the blonde woman got into the bathroom she thought to herself that under normal circumstances she would never use a bathroom in a doctor's office, let alone during a pandemic, but she figured if there were any traces of Covid on the toilet seat that the people working at the doctors office would likely have thoroughly cleaned them.
"I guess I will have to risk contamination," she said as she pulled down her pants and put a seat cover over the toilet, finally sat down and peed very loudly.
When she finally came out of the bathroom Jill was finally in the waiting room and smirked underneath her mask as she saw the blonde woman coming out, looking finally relieved. Jill knew that at least whatever other pain that she was going to experience at the doctor that day the pain of a full bladder being unrelieved wasn't one of them, and for that she was thankful.
As Jill sat down in the waiting room and saw across from her was an attractive looking Asian woman all she could ever hope was that her bladder was at least as full as that of the blonde woman. It probably wasn't, but a girl could hope! |
By popular request here is a story I posted in my blog (https://desperatejill.livejournal.com/) back in October 2019. I had another story like this that I never got around to writing that has been on my list for a while which is going to be about a superheroine who has an extremely small bladder. That one might end up being a novella but in the meantime I had this story which addresses the fact of female superheroes not getting to go to the bathroom and all the frustrations that can bring to them, addressing things such as clothing and how when duty calls sometimes you have to put out the call of nature off for a little while! Enjoy!
I'm also including the picture that inspired the story.
Even Super Heroines Need a Bathroom Break
Diana was drinking lots of coffee in the office again and that was when she realized that she had put it off long enough and that she needed the bathroom and she needed the bathroom bad!
Diana ran down the hall to the office bathroom to find that it was out of order.
"Dammit!" she said as she danced in front of the door. "I will use the bathroom at the coffee shop, that's what I'll do!"
She quickly ran across the street to the coffee shop only to realize that there was a really large line to the bathroom. "Dammit again!" Diana said as she bent at the knees and started hopping in place. "Come on come on, nature calls!"
As Diana stood there in the pretty much stationary ladies room line she started wishing that she hadn't drank so much coffee. The line moved sluggishly but finally it was just about her turn.
"Oh thank God I'm next!" she said as she breathed a sigh of relief because now her thighs were trembling so much that she felt like she was going to explode.
"Somebody help!" a little girl shouted across the street.
Diana looked across the street to see what looked like a criminal with a gun had a little girl at gunpoint.
"It's all yours," the woman in front of her said as she walked out of the bathroom.
"Help!" the little girl shouted.
"Why now?!" Diana shouted. "Nature calls but nature can wait when justice calls!" She looked to the woman who was next in line. "Do you think you could hold my place in line?"
"Sorry if you leave the line you lose your spot," the woman said as she walked into the bathroom.
"Dammit!" Diana shouted
Diana quickly ran across the street, walked into a phone booth and then came out in her battle armor and spandex bodysuit, which incidentally was not something that made for ease at facilitating urination.
"Stop you evil fiend!" Diana shouted at the kidnapper.
"It's Amazing Woman!" the little girl shouted. "The hero to women and girls throughout the world!"
"That's right and I am here to save the day," Diana said while subtly crossing her legs. She really really needed the bathroom.
"Don't move or I will shoot the girl," the man said as he put the gun up to her head.
Diana felt like her bladder was ready to explode but she couldn't leave this little girl to such a dastardly villain.
"Can we negotiate," Diana said as she hopped from foot to foot. "Preferably as quick as possible."
"You got somewhere to be?" the kidnapper said.
"I will always be wherever there is injustice," Diana said but she was really hoping that sometimes she could find injustice in a bathroom so she could pee first. Although in the larger context the ridiculously long lines at the bathroom were a form of injustice that she felt she should probably be battling. But there would be time for that later.
"Please help me!" the little girl shouted.
Diana really wanted to ask the kidnapper if maybe he could wait for a minute but she knew that a vicious kidnapper was not going to pause to give her a bathroom break.
"Hand over the girl or you'll be sorry," Diana said once again hopping from leg to leg.
"You have ants in your pants or something lady?" the kidnapper said.
"I am antsy to see that justice is done!" Diana shouted, deeply wishing that one of her superpowers was extraordinary super bladder strength, but no such luck. She thought to herself that that would probably be a strange power to have but oh so useful and convenient.
"Take this!" the kidnapper said as he fired his gun in Diana's general direction. She deflected the bullet using her titanium bracelets but then the bullet hit a truck that was driving by causing it to swerve and hit a fire hydrant releasing a huge fountain of water into the air.
"Oh my God!" Diana said as she saw the water spouting up into the sky.
While the kidnapper was distracted she began to float in the air and went towards him deflecting his bullets until she had managed to pick him up, spin him around and throw him right into a waiting police truck.
"Amazing Woman saves the day!" someone shouted as a crowd of people came and began cheering.
"It's all in a days work," Diana said as she started looking across the street where she knew that there was a bathroom waiting for her.
She was about to start walking off but then all sorts of police officers and crowds of people surrounded her.
"You saved me, thank you Amazing Woman," the little girl said as she hugged her leg which was trembling. "Why is your leg shaking so much?"
"It is shaking with the trembling of justice!" Diana said as everyone started cheering. She couldn't wait to get across the street to the bathroom.
"You're my favorite superhero in the entire world," the little girl said.
"Thanks kid," she said as she patted the little girl on her head and started trying to get out of the crowd.
"Wait!" the little girl shouted.
"What is it darling," Diana said as she shifted from foot to foot and gritted her teeth.
"Do you think that I could have your autograph?" the girl said as she looked up with blinking eyes.
"Sure," Diana said as she continued shifting in place. "Does anybody have paper and a pen?"
"I'll get one," someone in the crowd said as they ran off.
"Take your time, no rush," Diana said with sarcasm as she looked across the street to see that fire hydrant still spouting its large stream of water that was driving her absolutely frantic.
"Do you have some place to be?" a reporter said. "I was hoping that maybe we could just get a few words. How do you feel right now?"
She felt like she was about to piss herself and that would be quite humiliating in front of the large crowd that she was surrounded by.
"I feel amazing," Diana said. "Because I am Amazing Woman!"
People continued clapping and cheering and she tried to be as subtle as possible about the fact that she was crossing her legs.
"If you could do one thing to improve the city what would it be?" the reporter asked as she put the microphone up to Diana's face.
She wanted to shout better bathroom access for women, she vowed that she was going to make that her next big superhero campaign.
"I think that a greater sense of justice in the city would certainly do well," she said as people applaused and she kept looking off in the distance.
"Are you looking for something?" the reporter asked with a smile.
"I am always on the lookout for the forces of evil," Diana said as people continued cheering. "Any more questions?"
The reporter shook her head. "Maybe I will come back for more questions later, but right now I actually really have to use the bathroom," she said as she ran off.
"Lucky bitch," Diana muttered under her breath as she stared at the reporter running away and wished that she had heat vision so that she could melt her.
"What was that?" someone in the crowd asked.
"I said I have an itch, an itch for justice that must be scratched!" Diana shouted to more applause. She actually had to admit aside from the fact that her costume didn't make it easy for her to urinate it also didn't allow her to scratch herself and it was rather itchy. Why did superheroes always have to wear such itchy and uncomfortable clothing? And why as a female superhero did she decide to wear something so skintight and body hugging? And what was taking that guy so long just getting a pen and pencil?
"I've got the pen and paper," the man said as he finally came back.
"Oh thank God," Diana said as she grabbed the pen and paper and looked down at the little girl still looking up at her with admiration. "What's your name darling?"
"Penelope," she said with a smile, and Diana couldn't help but notice that she seemed to emphasize that last part of her name, that sounded like pee.
Diana slowly bent at the knees and started signing autographs for little Penelope and gave it to her.
"Well now if everybody is safe and justice has been done Amazing Woman has some other very important business to attend to."
"What type of business?" someone in the crowd asked.
"Really important superhero stuff," she said trying not to make it obvious that she was hopping up and down. "Now I am off!"
Diana started flying off until she got down the street at which point she used her super speed to run into the phone booth and quickly get changed back into her business suit and began running into the coffee place only to find that the line was now snaking far out the door.
"What the hell?!" she shouted as she got at the end of the line. "How did it get so long so fast?"
The woman in front of her shook her head. "That crazy Amazing Woman did a lot of damage and it seemed like all the people fleeing from the water main explosion outside all piled into this place to use the bathroom here. It's the only place with a working bathroom right now."
"Great," she said as she sighed. "You know the real injustice in the world is the length of this bathroom line."
"Amen to that sister," the woman said as she smiled.
"You don't think that there's any chance maybe I could cut in line is there?"
"Not a chance," the woman in front of her said as she had a good laugh.
That was when she saw Penelope running over to the front of the line hopping up and down. "Please can I use the bathroom?" Penelope said with sad eyes at the front of the line at which point everybody nodded and clapped as she went into the bathroom and came out a minute later with a smile on her face.
"Now that girl is a true hero," the woman in front of Diana said.
"What about the one who rescued her?"
"Well I suppose if she was here I might let her cut in line for the bathroom as well, but that would probably be the only exception."
Diana was about to say something but she knew that she couldn't give away her secret identity so she just shook her head, crossed her legs and sighed again.
As Penelope walked past her in line she looked up at her and winked and Diana winked back. Somehow Penelope knew that it was her but she knew that Penelope would keep her secret. Diana knew that she had to keep her decorum as a crusader for justice and that nothing would stop that except perhaps an exploding full bladder.
"I really freaking have to pee!" she shouted and Penelope simply shook her head and smiled. |
Ruby was your average high school senior. She was 18 blonde, had blue eyes and loved spending time with her friends. When she wasn't in school, she was a dancer. Ruby had been dancing since she was a child. She loved the gracefulness and energy that dancing supplied. When she was ten, Ruby's parents had signed her up for dance classes. She had fallen in love and had been doing them ever since.
Ruby was actually on her way to dance classes right now. She was wearing her standard dance equipment, witch consisted of grey spandex shorts and white pantyhose. She strolled into the dance studio, and waved at the assembled group. Ruby was in an elite class with only a few other people. The instructor, Mrs. Aliyah, was standing in the front of the room with a few other students. Mrs. Aliyah was very strict, as they were an advanced class after all.
Ruby set her bag down in the corner and started stretching. Class should start any minute now, and she wanted to be ready. She looked once at the bathroom, and felt a small weight in her bladder. She thought about using it, but Mrs. Aliyah's voice cut through her thoughts.
"Places everyone. We are starting class!"
Oh well thought Ruby. It can wait.
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About midway through class, and Alice was getting worried. She was standing toward the back of the class, next to her friend Sophie. And boy did she have to PEE! Alice had gotten to class late and as such had no chance to use the restroom. She was sure she could see her bladder poking out from the waistband of her black leggings.
"I really gotta piss" she whispered to Sophie.
"Huh?" came the reply. Sophie was taller than Alice, and her hair a few shades lighter brown. Her green eyes looked inquisitively into Alice's blue ones.
"I said, I needed to pee." Alice said back. "I've been holding it for ages".
"Well you're going to have to keep holding. Theirs no way Mrs. Aliyah will let you go." said Sophie. As Sophie was speaking, she realized that she also needed a restroom. They had consumed a lot of water during the class already, and it was starting to build up.
"Yeah I know," Alice said , snapping Sophie out of her thoughts. "I just hope I can hold it"
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Little did the two girls know, a third person shared their predicament. Ruby's need had gotten much worse in a very short span of time. She was now constantly thinking of her ever growing need. The mix of physical activity and a large water intake had defiantly increased the pressure in her abdomen.
At least she wasn't the only one though. She could definitely see Alice wiggling between moves, and as she watched, she thought she might have seen Sophie squeezing her legs together. Ruby sighed as she looked at the clock. Over two hours left. They were in for a long class
One hour later...
"Okay everyone take a break" came the loud voice of Mrs. Aliyah. Immediately, the three girls ran over to her.
"Can I go use the bathroom?" they said almost in unison.
"Yes" said Mrs. Aliyah. " But the bathroom here are closed for repairs. You'll have to go next door."
The three girls nodded and shuffled out. They all were pretty much desperate at this point. They had been moving and sweating for an hour, and had drank much more water. Surprisingly, Ruby was the worst off. Her need had skyrocketed in the past hour and was now on the verge of an accident. As the girls left the dance studio, they entered the mall complex where it was located.
They quickly walked down the hall towards the department store a short ways away. Alice and Sophie arrived at the toilets first, and Alice was just about to enter when they heard someone behind them yell:
"Wait!"
It was Ruby, her hands shoved firmly in her crotch, legs tightly crossed.
"Please let me go first!" she begged "I'm about to pee myself!" It was true. Poor Ruby had never been so desperate in her life. She stood hunched over, holding her bladder for all it was worth. Even as she stood she could feel a few drops of pee leak into her panties as she whimpered. Alice and Sophie looked at each other before looking back at Ruby. They wordlessly decided to let the blonde girl go first into the single stall bathroom.
Despite their own desperation, the two girls stepped aside.
"Thank you so much" Ruby murmured her face red. She had just leaked again, and knew that she had mere moments before disaster. She quickly wobbled her way into the small bathroom, closing the door behind her. She turned to face the toilet, and saw that it was disgusting! Instead of immediately running to sit down, she hesitated wondering if she wanted to sit on that disgusting seat.
This moments hesitation was all Ruby's bladder needed. With relief so close, and Ruby's momentary lack of concentration, it released. Her panties were instantly soaked, as the piss shot of her lady bits. Suddenly there was no choice at all for Ruby. She squeaked, and darted to the toilet, managing to pull down her layers of clothing after a few second struggle. Unfortunately, the damage was already done. Her pantyhose were soaked and had staines midway down her thighs, as well as the back of her legs. The entirety of her spandex shorts were soaked, although their dark color made it hard to see. Her panties were completely ruined, a large stain turning the once pink fabric a shade of red.
Ruby sat on the filthy toilet and wondered what to do.
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Outside of the bathroom, and completely oblivious to the events happening inside, stood Sophie and Alice. They were both bent over hopping from toe to toe.
"We should have never let her go first" moaned Sophie. "What is taking her so long?"
"I don't know but if she takes any longer I'm gonna piss myself." Said Alice. The two had met a few years before, and had been best friends ever since. They had started dancing together, and progressed quickly. Now it seemed they were both regretting the amount of water they drank as the bounced up and down.
They continued to get odd looks from passing customers, and employees alike but nobody bothered them specifically.
Ten minutes later, and Ruby still hadn't emerged from the restroom. Both girls were on the verge of wetting themselves, as they continued to bounce.
"What the hell is she doing in there?" wondered Alice. She gasped as she felt another few drops escape into her underwear. Her bladder spasmed again, and Alice knew it was now or never. She sprinted at the bathroom door, and started to pound on it to no avail.
"Oh no!" Alice yelled. With one final spasm the dam broke open and piss started to pour into her undergarments. Alice groaned as she watched a large stain grow in the crotch of her leggings. The stain expanded and started to run down her legs, creating smaller pathways down her thighs. She could even feel the warmth creeping up her backside, leaving a stain on her ass.
With one last groan Alice turned to see Sophie staring at her.
" I can't believe you actually peed yourself!" Sophie said in amazement.
"I really had to go" Alice said with a shrug.
Sophie's amazement quickly faded, as she realized the gravity of her own situation. Watching Alice's accident had not made it easier to hold at all. Sophie had never felt so helpless. She felt her bladder ache again, and knew if she didn't do something quickly, she was going to completely wet her pants.
Thinking quickly, Sophie looked around, and saw that they were standing in a clothing aisle. She sprinted down the aisle looking for any thing that could save her. About halfway down she saw it. Sophie looked around to ensure she and a very confused Alice were alone in the aisle. Then she slipped out of her dance leggings until she was just in her underwear.
Then she grabbed a pair of ripped skinny jeans from the shelf and quickly slipped them on. As she slid them up Sophie felt her bladder start to give way. With a sigh she released the pee she was holding and let it flow out of her body. She felt the piss run down her legs as a large stain appeared on the borrowed jeans. Two streams fell off her legs and dripped between her feet forming a puddle on the floor. her thighs were soaked, and her calves as well.
It was now Alice's turn to look amazed. Sophie quickly changed again, cringing as she felt her leggings come into contact with her wet panties. She offered Alice a small smile and saw the other girl shake her head. The two headed back to the dance studio, one with dry pants, and the other with wet.
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Naturally, Mrs. Aliyah was not happy. She chewed Alice out for a few minutes, until she was sent home. As the rest of the class packed up to go home about ten minutes later, Sophie wondered where Ruby was.
Maybe she's still in that bathroom Sophie thought with a giggle as she left the studio. Oh well I didn't need it anyway.
Ruby started to walk home . She had waited until class was over to leave the bathroom. There was no way she was going back to class even if her wet stains were only barely visible. She did feel bad for the other two though. She had seen two puddles on the ground as she left the bathroom. She wasn't the only one to have an accident today. |
Unfortunate Uri
Uriah, known better by his friends and family as Uri, couldn’t wait to see his cousins after 9 long weeks in lockdown. He’d stayed in contact via phone and internet but it wasn’t the same as seeing them in person as he’d spent his childhood and youth with them most days. Being an only child they were more like brothers to him than mere cousins. He had so much in common with them and they all regularly had lads weekends away which Uri was sorely missing too.
Not keen on public transport so soon after so many had died from Coronavirus Uri dug his bicycle out of the garage and cycled the four miles to Nile and Andre’s. It was a beautiful sunny day so he put on his royal blue cycling shorts and a loose t-shirt and set off. At first a little wobbly but by the first main road Uri was loving the freedom and exercise after being at home for over two months without the gym.
Nile and Andre started the bbq and filled the ice box with drinks. They set up camping chairs in the front garden making sure Uri’s was two metres from theirs. With their elderly parents inside there was no way they could risk bringing any germs or viruses in the house and as much as they looked forward to having Uri over they knew all too well that having him enter the house was not only against government rules but would go against their own common sense in trying to protect their parents. They made sure they had everything they needed including separate cutlery and paper plates so there was no sharing of anything.
Unused to cycling Uri took longer than he anticipated to get to the house and arrived sweating and thirsty. It was hard not to hug his cousins or even shake their hands but he rested the bike against their fence and took his seat in the front garden in what was a very familiar house to him. He waved to his uncle and aunt through the front window and opened a can of Fanta gulping it down as he was so thirsty from the cycle over.
Uri, Nile and Andre soon relaxed, eating, drinking and laughing together and enjoying being with each other. They had so much to catch up on and conversation flowed easily. None of the young men were overly interested in alcohol, much preferring soft drinks In keeping with their Indian custom and religion. That didn’t hinder them drinking and eating though as a couple of hours passed easily.
Uri glanced at his watch as he opened his third can of juice, the warm sunny weather meaning he was much more thirsty than had he been inside. It was gone 2:30pm already which surprised him as time was passing quickly in the presence of family after a long departure. It seemed strange not seeing and chatting to his aunt and uncle inside but Uri asked frequently how they were and smiled as they came to the window once or twice. Not only would he love to hug them, kiss their cheeks and talk to them face to face he also wished he could enter the house to get a break from the sun, but ideally to use their bathroom too. Uri knew exactly where it was. He’s stayed over so often and knew the house as if it was his own. He could close his eyes and visualise the bathroom tiles, the stripes on the shower curtain and the white shell shaped sink. Most of all he could easily visually the clean white toilet with its doll toilet roll holder sitting on top of the cistern and the button on top that you pressed to flush.
Uri’s thoughts affected his bladder quite clearly and he crossed his legs on his camping chair. However, when Miles started talking about racing again Uri was back laughing and chatting and forgetting his need again. Then another urge would hit and he’d shift in the chair again, whilst still eating, drinking and chatting.
They had been outside hours when Uri noticed Andre had gone quiet. He seemed very distracted and distance with his legs crossed like Uri and his face a little tense.
‘You ok Andre my man?’
‘Yeah you bet mate. Just all this lockdown stuff on my mind there. I think I’ll just...maybe check on mum and dad a moment if you don’t mind? I’ll be right back.’
At that Andre stood up and briskly headed inside.
‘Mum’s been a bit down some days. She’s missing her friends at the Mandir and the bingo so much. She worries about dad’s health too. And her family in India too. We think it’s hard here but it’s so much worse there you know Uri.’
‘I know mate. It’s heartbreaking’
Uri had been thinking of heading home. His bladder was uncomfortably full and he really wanted to run into the house and use the bathroom so badly but knew he couldn’t. But it felt rude to leave Nile alone and he was hoping Andre would return soon and let him know how his aunt and uncle were.
Five minutes later Andre returned looking much happier and more relaxed than before.
‘How they doing mate? Aunt Fatima ok? What about Uncle Banjeet?’
‘Yeah they are fine mate. Mum just making tea for them when I passed her. Dad watching TV. I didn’t get to say much really as I had to run to the toilet sorry.’
‘Oh so glad you said that Andre! I’m sitting here dying for a piss but didn’t want to leave Uri out here himself. Shame he can’t come in isn’t it. Mum would so love to kiss you Uri.’
‘I know! I’d love to come in. You two are not the only ones with full bladders. You sure I can’t just use your toilet before I go?’
Nile looked at Uri who sat with his legs crossed and knees turned to the side. Nile was moving from foot to foot waiting for Andre to move out the doorway as he moved his eyes from Uri to Andre.
‘Andre and I agreed. We need to stick to the rules Uri. Dad could get so ill. You know mum was so worried when Boris said we could meet now. She’s hardly slept thinking of you coming over and maybe dad catching something. You know how ill he was with the chemotherapy last year.’
‘I know. I remember. Honestly it’s fine. I’ll head home soon and go there. It’s cool.’
‘Andre, any chance I could get past you? God I need a wizz with all this juice!’
‘Oh yeah, sorry.’
Andre sat down chatting to Uri though Uri struggled to stay focussed as his need to go seemed to suddenly increase now he had voiced it to his cousins.
‘So when’s your furlough finishing Uri? You gonna use that bike to get to work now instead of the bus?’
‘Not sure yet to be honest. Listen I think I’d better head home. Thanks for the food and drink. It’s been amazing seeing you...’
‘Uri, you can’t go without saying goodbye to Nile! Man he’d go crazy! Just wait until he’s back ok?’
Uri stood up hoping the strong urge to piss might ease a little. Instead it increased and Uri paced the garden as he waited for his cousin to return to say goodbye.
‘Uri you going to be ok to cycle? You look a bit anxious my man?’
‘I actually don’t know Nile. I’m quite desperate for the toilet to be honest with you. I never really thought about the fact I might need to go and the idea of cycling when I might piss myself is really not appealing at all.’
Uri continued pacing the garden anxiously waiting on Nile returning.
‘Shit man Just thinking about where Nile is right now isn’t helping. I’m thinking...what about if I pissed against the apple tree out the back?’
Andre sat on the camping seat laughing.
‘Uri, you cant get to the tree or the back garden without going through the house can you you idiot! Why do you think we are sitting out here?’
‘Crap. Never thought about that. Come on Nile. Actually Andre I think I might head just now. Tell Nile I am sorry. I just needed to get home.’
‘You bad mate? It’s just so unfortunate that you can’t just use our toilet. I know I was dying to go there and pissed for ages. It was such a relief actually.’
‘Leave it out Andre! You are not helping here. You got a bottle or something?’
‘No way mate! The garden is open air and there’s people walking past all the time. Even if I did have a bottle you can’t piss out here! I’ll go see if Nile is back and you can get away. Just wait a second ok?’
Uri mounted his bike glad at least for some pressure against his aching crotch. He bounced on the seat a bit anxiously trying to hold back the massive flood that wanted out. Without either cousin watching he cupped his crotch too and rubbed and pinched.
Just then both men appeared at the front door.
‘Sorry Uri. It wasn’t for stopping! You know what’s it’s like! Anyway was great to see you. We’ll need to catch up again soon.’
Uri was already heading out the gate as he waved to his family and peddled fast to get home before his bladder could hold back no longer.
Uri did his utmost to hold, concentrating and squeezing whilst trying to peddle and steer all at the same time. He couldn’t recall being so desperate in a long time but at least the peddling was pushing his dick about a bit keeping him from pissing everywhere.
It wasn’t until Uri dismounted his cycle at his own home and went to return the bike to the garage that things suddenly changed. Now off the bike and standing up Uri experienced a powerful urge and before he could grab himself he felt a strong jet of warm liquid rush through his briefs and seep through his cycle shorts. Anxious to prevent any more wetness Uri grabbed himself tightly as he climbed the back stairs of his house and unlocked the back door.
But it was too much and too late as another long jet shot out causing Uri’s hairy legs to drip with urine as all Uri could do was stand upright as his body gave in to urge after urge and hours of holding a busting bladder finally eased as his body relaxed and exploded on his own back door step.
Uri turned the key and was just walking in when he heard his neighbour, a young mum who was out hanging her washing and had seen everything, shouting over.
‘Sorry Mr Yosaf. That was rather unfortunate wasn’t it?’
Uri ran inside, embarrassed, ashamed and soaking wet.
‘Damn that stupid rule of not using others toilets. Damn Coronavirus! I can’t believe I pissed myself! Oh the shame!’ |
Day two
Rhea
I groggily sat up after a night of horrible dreams
I was probably the first one up I sat up and looked around light was filtering through the windows directly onto my crotch, that happened to be coated in my urine
“Any week but this week” I mumbled to myself of course I wet myself its just what a pathetic baby like me do
As I walked around I saw lola had the same problem and eris had it much worse
I tapped lola on the shoulder to wake her
“Heh what is it?” She asked mildly upset
“You had an accident” I whispered
“Hey! Don’t look”she said trying to keep her voice down
“Don’t worry” I said quickly pulling down the front of my pants exposing my wet panties
We nodded a silent agreement before I walked over to eris her eyes shot open as soon as I approached
“Do you need something?” She asked immediately
“You had an accident like me” I pointed out
“Yes” she followed
“Would you like to borrow some wet wipes I brought”
“Yes...Thank you” she said in an odd matter
I snuck away to the bathroom to change myself and took a look in the mirror my formality white panties stained one shade darker yellow it was terrible that I even wet the bed I didn’t have any medical conditions or anything just me being pathetic.
After we had all cleaned up I woke the rest of the girls up and soon we were all up and kicking
We were all up and dressed ready for the day
But it posed the ever prevalent issue of what to do until lyra piped up about going to the park
We walked along in one group until I looked at the rest of them and said “hey I need to go to the store I’ll catch up!” And I split off
The store wasn’t too far so after a few minutes I reached it and I noticed A small but pressing urge to use the bathroom but it was fine until I got what I needed
But as I walked down the isles I didn’t see any. Luckily I ran into an employee
“Excuses me ma'am do you know where the...umm....diapers are?” I kinda whispered the last part
“Could you say that again please” she asked nicely
“D-diapers”
My bladder felt full to bursting and this wasn’t helping
“Oh why didn’t you say so. How big is the kid?”
“Um...about....roughly...me”
I said quietly enough that it was a wonder she could her me
“Ohhh thats what your looking for, ya know a lot of people scoff at it but they are really convenient. In fact” she pulled down the front of her pants to show me a slim fitting pullup with almost transparent sides and some bulging padded down the front that was tinged brown at the bottom “I’ve been a bit sick in the stomach lately so I’ve had to be heavy on the padding and I-“ I interrupted her my legs clenched together
“Oh yeah this way”
The walk was excruciatingly long because of my ever interesting desperation and her continued talk of diapers
But we at last reached the isle with diapers and I took a quick look before grabbing the first ones that looked good
I ran for checkout I felt droplet of urine spill out
I hit self checkout at full speed and managed to get it to work first try then I immediately went for the bathrooms
I rushed in only to see all the stalls closed but I couldn’t hold it any longer
I reached for the button on my skirt and got something because it fell around my legs but I reached into my newly bought package a grabbed one of the diapers
I didn’t have time to do the tapes so in the spur of the moment I opened the diaper and held it up to my panties urine rushing out of me onto the padding of the diaper
I finished and taped the diaper on over my already wet panties and reached for my skirt...one problem I broke the button that held it on
So I ran back to lyra’s house my wet diaper exposed
I undid the lock and threw open the door slamming it behind me only to see lyra fall on her rear her urine hitting the floor directly after her
we went to the park after both changing and I put an extra pair of panties over the swelling diaper
I walked into the park, with a new skirt to see the group scattered around
I walked over to a Picnic table with eva and lola we talked a little
“Hey I’m going to the restroom” said with no real need
And I walked to the one person bathrooms and took a seat on the toilet looking down at my soggy diaper, it was unbelievable that I was wearing this but I guess if I wet myself I deserve to be diapered my thoughts were interrupted by a loud knock on the door
‘One second” I yelled trying to wash my hands as fast as possible before I threw my skirt on and flung the door open but whoever was knocking was way to close when the door opened it hit them with a loud thud
I ran to the other side of the door to find it led straight to a steep hill and me being me ran straight down and fell into a tumble and I fell rolling down the grassy hill until I hit the bottom my skirt had shot up during the fall so I immediately grabbed it and yanked down it coming straight down to my knees I stumbled to stand up but the skirt around my legs sent my tumbling down another steep hill
I landed at the very bottom and managed to get my skirt back up hopefully so no one saw
But I noticed at the bottom laid lola with a dark stain growing on her jeans, I quickly turned away
“Hey! Do you need help down there?” I herd lyra yell from the top of the hill
“Yes please!” I yelled back
“Ok one second” and Lyra slid down the trail hill
While she did that I helped lola up
“Did you hit my with that door?!” She yelled at me
“Oh I’m sorry,I didn’t know!” I immediately begged
She sighed “its okay just don’t mention it too the others”
Lyra finally reached the bottom
“Are you two fine?”
Both me and lola nodded
“Anyways do you know what that is?” Lyra asked pointing at a near cavern that could only be seen from down here
“I dunno let’s go take a look”lola claimed as she took off for it
“Wait for me!” I yelled following along
“I’m coming as well” lyra yelled from behind
We looked into the entrance of the cave all that was inside was a single platform with a book laying atop
Lola Rushed forward and grabbed it
“Hey it won’t open” she said pulling at it
Suddenly we all heard yelling
“Hey we’re heading back come-on” I don’t know who it was but it was one of our group so me, lola and lyra took the book and left
The group walked back home under the setting sun
“So what does the book say” eva asked
“Not sure, it won’t open and the only thing on the cover says “a night for encounters” pretty weird” lola explained
“Maybe its haunted! And the ghosts will get ya” eva joked as she snuck up behind me then grabbed me by the hips and started tickling me a jolt of fresh urine shot into my diaper as I jumped away from her
That got a chuckle out of everyone besides me and eris who was blankly looking into space
“Hey lets go get a watermelon!” Lyra yelled pointing at the farmers market
We got back to home around 7:00 and ate the sweet succulent fruit
“ hey lyra what do you want me to do with dis book” lola asked
“Put it on that” lyra replied pointing at a small metal shelf
As it got on 8 o clock I felt the pressing need to pee “hey I’m going to get dressed for bed” I said grabbing a nice set of pajamas and a fresh diaper that I hid in between the folds of my pajamas
I walked into the bathroom and locked the door
I threw my skirt off and looked shamefully at my diaper. I put the lid down on the toilet and sat down the swollen padding squishing beneath my rear
I undid the tapes and rolled the diaper up throwing it in the trash. I lifted the toilet lid back up and as I was about to sit down I heard
“EVERYONE GET IN HERE” it was lyra!
I jolted back up and swiftly taped on the diaper before throwing my pajamas on my bladder still felt full but it could wait
I rushed in to see everyone else was in different stages of dressed
Eva was wearing a short nightgown
Lola had another simple top and shorts that were a little big on her
Lyra was wearing a long bathrobe
And eris had just her underwear on apparently not caring
But more importantly the book had flung itself open and the pages were flipping on their own before it landed on the last page that simply read
8:01
Suddenly the power flashed and We all took off running
The power flashed back on and I found myself in a room with eva
Before we could talk I saw something on the other side of the room
“W-wwho are you!?” I asked but it didn’t respond it just reached an arm out, its arm was unnaturally long and pale almost white but something was off. the arms had eyes! Running around the long arm I only barely managed to hold my bladder
“Eva get back!” I yelled jumping back as the creature’s arm came closer but eva didn’t move she was covering her eyes and her knees were locked together her whole body was shaking and urine poured down her legs
I grabbed her and ran out of the room urine still dribbling out the bottom of her nightgown
I shook her “hey! Come on pull yourself together”
“What was that?” Eva asked quietly
“Doesn’t matter” I said as we walked carefully down an unfamiliar hallway but we somehow reached the living room
“I’ll wait here” eva said shakily
“I’m going to look for the others” I said
I took off down another hallway that should of lead to lyra’s bedroom but there was an unfamiliar door in its place
The door opened easily and I entered what seemed to be a... forest? trees were scattered on the dirt floor and the door was gone
I heard yelling but I couldn’t make it out but I ran for it through the fog blanketed forest
I found lola holding a stick swinging wildly at something
“Lola its rhea! I’m coming over” I yelled
I ran over to her and we looked at each other
My bladder started to hurt but now wasn’t the time
Suddenly I saw something, green eyes glowing in the fog
“What is that?” I asked
“No clue! But if it comes to close I’m going to fucking kill it!” Lola yelled as we started backing away from it
It lunged landing on lola its form black and catlike she bolted out from under it but it hooked its claws into her shorts
Lola pulled the drawstring on her shorts loose and slid out of them easily
I looked over she was wearing a pull-up! It was pink pattered with flowers and hearts it looked like it was intended for children but its size said otherwise d
“Bad night to wear my goodnites” lola whispered to herself
The cat thing backed off and We took of running I saw the goodnite she was wearing start to sag and the bottom turned yellow
But I probably wasn’t far from that ether but my diaper was still entirely dry
We saw a door and ran for it and we found ourselves in the living room
Eva and lyra were both there eva’s nightgown freshly rewet and lyra’s robe open showing a pair of green panties with equally fresh stains
“Lola what are you wearing?” Eva asked in regards to her pullups
“I’m sorry I kept this from all of you but I have a bit of a....bed wetting problem and I didn’t want to be embarrassed in front of all of you”lola explained
“Its fine, we really aren’t any better.” Eva said with a quiet chuckle
“I’m going to find eris. wait here” I said before running off again
I walked down a long hallway that seemed completely unfamiliar only to see something at the end
It looked like a woman in a long black dress in contrast to her stark white skin her eyes looked me over before she started to float towards me.
I tried backing up but I hit a wall as the woman came closer and closer
I ducked under her and stood back up, I looked around to see two pale legs hanging by my side I was under her dress!
She seemed to have lost track of me that was good that bad part is that I was under her. I looked up to see something odd
...
...
she was wearing a diaper and it was heavily stained brown at the bottom and it wasn’t the same as mine I had a hard enough time walking in mine but hers was three maybe four times thicker
Then I was struck with an idea
I gently put my hand against the bottom of the diaper...
And the pushed as hard as possible
Her legs started flailing as I took off running
I cleaned the hallway in record time slamming the door behind me
Eris was tied up suspended from the roof in front of me
“Hello”she said without a hint of fear
“Are you ok?” I asked
“Yes, your face looks strained do you need to use the restroom?”
“I think I’m about to” I said truthfully
“I guess I shall as well”
There was a moment where the dam broke urine flooded my diaper
It swelled rapidly pushing against my skin
I couldn’t stop the flow before I slowly started messing soon the diaper felt full to bursting but now I didn’t
And eris true to her word did the same the bonds around her legs growing wet I stepped forward to untie her but I stepped on the leg of my pants they fell down as did I
“What is that?” She asked in the same way she always did
“A....diaper” I responded
“Why?”
“Because I didn’t want to wet myself in front of everyone like some kind of baby.” I explained
“Interesting...”
I untied her and we walked back but everything seemed back to normal all of us we’re together
The only difference is the book was on its last page that read 12:00
We talked for a little but we we’re all to tired after the rush wore off
And we all drifted into sleep |
Day three
Lola
I woke up in a soggy pullup which is bad if your four worse if your my age. But compared to everyone else
Eva was passed out with her nightgown up and her panties stained
Lyra was laying in a puddle
Eris had a lump of shit in her panties
And I was thankful that my pullups hadn’t leaked
surprisingly rhea was the only one dry
But that wasn’t important and I was the first one up so I started cooking breakfast for everyone trying to reason about what happened last night. Monsters, ghosts, tigers, it was terrifying and impossible
But I was interrupted by a tap on the shoulder, it was eva who was trying to hide the stains on her clothes
“Oh hey what’s up”I asked
“About last night”eva sputtered out she was obviously still terrified by it as the stains on her clothes grew dark again
“Lets not talk about it”
“And why are you still wearing that?”eva said trying to change the topic
“Well I have no reason to change it yet, you just go have a shower and I’ll cook”
I tried to keep it out of my voice but I hated these pullups and every drop of my urine that hit them. It was disgusting, the cold wetness why did I of all people have to wear them?
Soon I finished making breakfast and laid out the table
And all of us sat down... except rhea
I moved to wake her but was interrupted
“Hey Don’t you think its a little odd that she didn’t wet herself?” Lyra pointed out
And yeah it was odd
Rhea was somewhat infamous for having a weak bladder
Every halloween she was always the one to wet herself in the haunted houses but we just experienced the ultimate haunted house and she’s completely dry
We pondered for a few minutes before lyra just leaned over and pulled rhea’s pants off
What we saw was completely unexpected but not unreasonable...a diaper
Well that answered our questions
I shook her awake
“Huh what is it”she said rubbing her eyes before noticing her lack of pants but instead of recoiling she just looked around then stood up and sat the the table we all did the same.
“So whats with the diaper?” Lyra asked
“I didn’t want to embarrass myself anymore.”
“Then why aren’t you embarrassed now?” Lyra continued
“Well I’m kind of glad you all found out its better then trying to keep it a secret” rhea still had a slight blush but she didn’t seem too embarrassed
We all ended up getting cleaned up and ready for the day.
I was getting dressed as per usual but I saw the half empty bag of pullups something inside me just kept saying to put one on but Why should I its disgusting yet I knew it won’t stop
I slid one one and put two extra in my bag
Soon we decided on a bike ride for today’s adventure
lyra led the way until we reached something unexpected a ski lift
“This town in the winter is popular with skiers but the lifts are still active in the summer!” Lyra pointed out
The ride up was slow but after a while we reached the top
We climbed on out bikes and slowly drifting down the trails
And I noticed something, some trees with pink pedals drifting through the wind
“Hey take a look at those trees” I pointed out
“They are amazing and the pedals are my favorite color!” Rhea said with a smile
I felt my bladder start to fill but hey why stop now
A light summer rain fell on us as well road down the trails which seemed to be getting steeper and I didn’t seem to be the only one who was looking out for a toilet but as we kept going the storm worsened and we were forced to stop by a lightning strike
We were all huddled under a rest stop all of us mostly dry yet one problem emerged
A near unanimous urge to use the bathroom my bladder felt full and apparently everyone else had this problem
“I c-c-can’t hold it any longer!” Rhea said as we all heard a forceful his from her and with the way we were huddled I could feel the diaper expanding My bladder cried in pain but soon the rain ended
And there was a single restroom I rushed for it only to see eva in the same situation I looked at her and the single restroom and knew both of us couldn’t hold it
I took a step back and felt urine flood into my pullup and for the first time I let it all out a little too much actually as I felt a large mass of shit push it’s way into my pullup
But I watched as eva opened the door to the restroom and saw it...the out of order sign. She fell to her knees and urine poured out of her tight black shorts the only trace of wetness being the puddle beneath her.
Me and eva spit off from the group and took the fast way back she had her head held low
“Hey lola” she asked
“Yeah?”
“Give me one of your pullups, I never want to piss myself like this again.
I understood what she meant, although why would she want to wear one of these I can’t understand but nevertheless I gave her one.
A few minutes later she went off to the store, and I can’t say I wasn’t worried about her
A few hours passed and we all got dressed for bed
I kept my normal nightclothes but I had forsaken my shorts because of a heat spike leaving a clean pullup on full view
Lyra still in that absurd mummy bag in spite of the heat
Rhea was dressed in her usual pajamas though I could see the diaper bulging out
And I was starting to think eris was onto something clothes wise because she was dressed in her same lack of clothes but she was sleeping with a faint smile, probably the first time I’ve seen her smile or show any emotion really
Then eva, I mentioned it before but I was growing worried she was wrapped in a blanket but I knew she was probably wearing a diaper of some kind, it was also her first time the way she way wrapped up it was clear she thought everyone knew and it was obvious she underestimated how unlikely people are to notice.
We had a movie ready and were all ready to watch suddenly the power flickered and I shot up immediately looking around before I felt something touch me leg.
I looked down only to discover That there wasn’t anything besides my bare leg though I doubted myself as soon as I felt a strong tug lift me from the ground as a shot of piss hit my diaper.
But I wasn’t a special case, other objects were in the air with me as if thousands of invisible hand had grabbed me but it didn’t feel like a hand just felt like a long wire coiling around my leg.
Grabbing the wire and Ripped it off my leg and thankfully was caught
I landed in stronger then expected arms and even though I don’t weigh that much thats still pretty impressive
I turned to thank whoever had caught me, well I was surprised to see eva with a faint smirk. but both her and my expressions changed when A stream of urine poured out of my exposed pullup and onto eva’s hands.
She shrieked and dropped me before running of to the restroom to wash her hand
Leaving me in a sad puddle of piss from my still leaking pullups and oddly enough I could feel the urine coming out but it wouldn’t stop
There was no evidence of that absurd tornado that Had happened besides my puddle and a few other drops on the floor.
Nevertheless I got up my pullup full and sagging and as per usual I was left behind
My walk had been reduced to a waddle the left a trail of urine with every step.
I found my way to the bathroom as the power seemed to flicker, what little urine that was in me came out onto the floor.
I found my way into a bedroom, the house’s Layout seemed to have changed again. What a drag
My thoughts were interrupted by metal rattling muffled yells and to my surprise the source was rhea chained down to the bed
“What happened?!?” I asked talking a cloth wrapping out of her mouth
“I don’t know! I was just grabbed by something and now I’m stuck here. If its not to much of a problem could you untie me? I don’t think I can hold it much longer?”and true to her words I could see her bladder bulging out from her exposed stomach
I quickly looked around for a key of any kind
“Please hurry”rhea piped up
But at last I found it, sitting atop the ceiling fan. I reached for it but despite being one of the taller ones I couldn’t reach. Ok new plan.
I jumped and barely got my hands on the key, but when I landed my pullup dropped down around my ankles.
Rhea just closed her eyes as I tried to yank it back up only to rip the sides off
So I undid the chains half nude to my personal shame
Rhea got off the bed she had been tied too and stretched the only odd thing being her clamped together legs
“Are you ok?” I asked full Well knowing she was about to wet herself
“Yes I just...um well...I am about to...um” she was going to continue if not for the fact she doubled over and I heard a forceful hiss followed by several other sounds I rather not describe
Her diaper stuck out like someone had shoved a football into it right before one last hiss and urine running down the legs of her blue flannel pajama pants
“That’s rough”I replied simply
“Sorry I didn’t get the chance to change since this morning” rhea said with a surprising amount of confidence for someone who just fulled a diaper with shit and piss so much that it leaked
“I’m going to wait here and get myself cleaned up”rhea explained and pointed out her bag in the corner of the room
“Hey I know this is an odd thing to ask but could I borrow something from your bag?”I asked with more then a hint of shame
“Yes of course let me see if I have anything that would fit you” I doubted there were many things that could fit me in her bag but she attempted anyways
“Ah here these might fit” she immediately piped up
It was a pair of gray sweatpants that were completely unsuitable for the weather but were better than nothing
“Thanks anyways I’m going to make my way back to the living room” I explained
“I’m going to look around for the others”rhea said in a more heroic tone then usual and I was frankly amazed at her
She didn’t strike me as the same somewhat timid girl I knew her as but a brave soul who was trying to keep everyone together in this nonsensical situation
I almost made me want to join her
“Hey rhea do you mind if I-“
I walked down the strangely unfamiliar feeling hallway
I put my hand against the wall as I walked and felt something off
small bumps in a constant pattern that stuck out from the wall
Something about touching them felt odd
But as I walked I reached my destination...the living room
I couldn’t bare to go along with rhea, I was too fucking scared damn it
I took a seat and waited slowly sipping from a bottle of water that was brought from the kitchen
But from somewhere I heard something
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A scream
I jolted from my seat and ran for its location through long hallways snd unfamiliar corridors but I found the source
Eva was tangled in a web a wires suspended from the ceiling but the arrangement was odd, she wasn’t really tangled but draped across safely with most of the wires for show. Things were getting odd.
I walked beneath her to see a grate in the floor though it only made me wonder more, it was sticking out slightly, I gently pressed down on it
Like clockwork hundreds of decayed looking human hands shot I don’t know what I was expecting but that had scared the last drips of urine out of me.
But It stuck back up and I repeated it several times it was always the exact same
and look in the corner was a convenient winch that would lower the wires eva was wrapped up in and how convenient that there was a small pressure plat on the handle
It was easy to avoid and I lowered eva and shook her slightly...sleeping soundly, I picked her up carefully now that was a pretty difficult task but I managed it
But as I carried her down the hallway I noticed three odd things
1. Eva was just now flooding her diaper which was odd you don’t just wet the bed because you put on a diaper
2. She was sleeping to soundly I was trying to hold her gently but I wasn’t doing a very good job but she was still sleeping
3. something felt off about me, I felt like my bladder was somehow loosened I took a quick sharp breath and sure enough A little urine fell out.
I carried her back to the living room and gently set her down on the couch everyone was already there but most importantly lyra tapped me on the shoulder and lead me to the bedroom with my bag in it. I turned to my bag but she tapped me again I turned around
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She had opened her bathrobe.
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I was dressed for bed again and still thinking about what had happened as I drifted into sleep I rolled the coin sized disk in my palm
I set it under my back and faded in sleep |
Day four
Eris
I woke up around four in the morning, I felt my bladder bulging but I was too tired to stand up and use the restroom(I told myself) and at the moment I was still dry. I really didn’t need to get up (Yes I did)
My eyes slowly adjusted to the lack of light right across from me she was sleeping soundly, good.
I turned over and laid on my back, I closed my eyes, spread my legs slightly and took slow deep breaths, A few drops started to come out but I stopped focusing for a second and it stopped
I tried again and managed to get it all out in a slow stream.
Damn why is it so difficult to piss myself
I woke up for the second time to see rhea already up, she looked better than usual
I was Laying dead center with lyra and eva on ether sides of me
Lyra was in her obnoxious mummy bag and lola was laying in a puddle of piss that seemed inhumanity large
Time passed and we all started getting dressed
Eva was wearing a skirt over skin tight shorts the showed a diaper bulging out that was unreasonably thick and she hadn’t even wet it yet
Rhea was dressed well in simple skirt that probably had a warm soaking diaper underneath
Lola was wearing a shirt that was a bit too high and low hanging jeans the showed the waist band of a pullup but she didn’t seem to mind
And I’ll never understand lyra’s fashion choices with oversized shorts kept on only by a tight waistband
Personally I wore a white skirt and a T shirt that suited my plans for today
We were all surprised when lyra showed us five tickets, a amusement park seemed interesting
It was a decent ride away so we arrived just as the heat of the day hit.
I was already tried of this place before we even entered. It stank of cheap food and sweat but everyone else was happy so why object?
We, or they really broke off into groups of two leaving me alone. I don’t like being alone but everyone else is happy so why object?
I stood looking at the somewhat short lines and wondering what to do first
“Hey eris! Get on this ride with me!” I heard rhea exclaim
“Oh...ok” I finished my drink and tossed it into the trash before climbing aboard a strange cup like seat with handlebars in the middle.
As people got on the ride me and rhea were left staring at each other but as Hard as I tried my eye kept drifting down to her thigh’s and the bulge of the diaper between her legs
Oh how wonderful it must have been her privates pressed against the hot padding of her diaper and she might have messed herself as well, the act of sitting would have squished it all over her rear
What Was I thinking this isn’t some diaper erotica.
The ride started slowly spinning, I felt my insides being jarred but that wasn’t anything compared to the thrill of the ride and the anticipation of watching rhea’s skirt for a glimpse of the forbidden fruit
But that moment wasn’t coming so I took matters into my own hands
I flailed my arms in pretend fear and with one quick movement hit rhea’s skirt with my leg just enough to get a look
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She was completely dry.
The ride finished and we stepped out to see eva at the exit tapping her foot on the ground impatiently more notably her legs were cleched together
“Rhea Why did you ditch me!”she yelled
“You said you needed to go to the restroom so I went to find eris”
“Well...I still need to go!”
“Why didn’t you already?” Rhea had a pretty good point
“I’m wearing a diaper might as well use it” eva claimed clearly not having used it
“Then go.” And that was it
I could probably use the restroom but it wasn’t important
Eva had her eyes forced shut and she was taking short inconsistent breaths while trying her hardest to use her diaper
“What’s going on here?” Claimed lola as she walked past eva who suddenly was shocked to feel urine pouring out problem was that we could see it pouring down her legs leaving the entire bottom of her shorts soaking wet.
“Hey ya had a little accident there” lola unhelpfully pointed out
“Here lets go fix this” rhea interjected dragging a shocked and soaked eva away Me and lola followed
Me and lola were standing outside the restroom And I shamefully was trying to listen in
“You put this on all wrong, let me help you.” I heard rhea’s soft voice explain
This statement alone made my mind go wild
“Hey eris are you ok? Your face is a little red”lola piped up
“I must be slightly sunburned I apologize” that was a lie
“Ah ok its pretty hot out anyways- one second I need to take a call”lola said as she pulled out her phone and rounded the corner
And I was left alone with my thoughts and my aching bladder
And then the bathroom door burst open eva and rhea walking out as lola walked straight I followed
The floor was wet to an absurd degree but lola walked straight in her body as stiff as a board
She stepped into a stall waiting a moment then spoke up
“Hey eris there aren’t any hangers in here and I don’t want to get my pants covered in the floor water, could you hold them?”
Odd question but ok
“I will”
She started undoing her jeans and carefully taking them off not to get anything on them
“Ya know if this was anyone else I would be embarrassed but your different” lola was speaking but I stopped paying attention when she slid her panties down and gave me a full view of her pull-up.
She slid that off as well and stepped into the stall
I was at a lost for words
Sitting in my hands was her pull-up that had obviously been wet enough that a full bladder would leak but it would be wasteful to change it now
I heard lola peeing forcefully as if she had been holding for hours the sound alone made my bladder cry for relief but its pleas were unanswered...
We stepped out of the restrooms the see the whole group had gathered up
And they were arguing per human nature more specifically about rides
Most of the gang were talking about a roller coaster except rhea who looked a little apprehensive about some roller coaster
“Here lets get moving” lola proclaimed
“Yeah this should be fun!” Lyra said a slowly growing pee stain forming at her crotch
“Ready to roll” eva’s voice was a little distant as she took off towards the ride
And that left us
“Eris do you want to go on the ride?” Rhea asked
“No, thank you”
“Want to go on something else then?”rhea’s voice was wonderful
“That would be fine what about the ferris wheel?”I asked
“Sure lets go!”
The line was short only a dozen or so people it wouldn’t be a big deal if my bladder wasn’t trying to let it all out as hard as possible and rhea had a bit of a strange stance herself
We got into one of the boxes on the wheel
It was like a room lined on the sides with benches and windows on all sides
We both took our seats as the setting sun passed by us and soon enough it stopped us at the top... just as I requested
I stood up
“Rhea”
“Yes?”
“I want to tell you something”
“What is it?”
I worked up the strength to say the thing that had been on my mind this whole week
“I don’t know what it is but I’ve had this odd feeling whenever I see you something goes off inside of me and well... I can’t do any better justice then the words...
I love you.”
She looked touched as I slowly lifted my skirt in the golden light of the setting sun
“There is something else, I don’t know why but my I feel odd for some reason I don’t know why But I want to wet myself. It feels dirty but oh so good, it feels so wrong but right at the same time. But what I’m trying to say it”
I finished lifting my skirt and gave her an eyeful of a pair of satin pink panties that I had got just for this occasion
“You said pink was you favorite color”
I said letting the dam break
Urine flowed into the former fabric turning it a few shades darker as it ran down my legs in narrow streams the warmth soaked into my bones and I felt A tingling from the pee trails
My wetting finished as the sun set below the horizon, the golden light of dusk dissolving into shadows.
“Rhea...could you change me?”
“Eris
.
.
.
I would love to”
I was laid down as the wheel started moving again
Rhea’s hands were quick and delicate wiping all the pee off of me and diapering me swiftly with a splash of powder
I sat up and felt the sensation of a diaper, my whole crotch was swaddled in thick puffy material that rubbed softly against my skin
I leaned in and kissed rhea on the lips and she returned the favor before we both backed up and walked out of the Ferris wheel smiling
The ride back on our bikes was wonderful me and rhea were in the back of the group
Not only was there the feeling of the diaper on the seat but half way through rhea stood up on the pedals of her bike
I watched as her own diaper bulged out then fell and sagged down
She had just messed herself
Rhea gave me a quick smile before sitting back down on the seat with a almost unnoticeable squelch.
We reached home and we were all pretty odd looking
Eva was wearing clothes that made the diaper the most obvious part of her out
Lola had her jeans loose and the front of her pull-up showing a blank wetness indicator
I looked the same as always just with something new underneath
Rhea had disappeared to change
And no one had apparently told lyra about her wet spot because she was walking and talking like it didn’t exist
The excitement wore off and well all got dressed for bed I wore a long nightgown that went down to the ankles
Why does lyra always were that stupid mummy bag its already 100 degrees outside at night was there air conditioning in there?
Lola seemed to understand she had mostly stripped down to deal with the heat and she wasn’t wearing one of her pull-ups as well though she was wearing some cute purple panties with dark stripes
Eva’s diaper was poking out from under her nightgown I guess she had given up her illusion of hiding it
And Rhea had ditched a pants to a pair of flannel pajamas, her legs looked exquisite in that clean dry diaper”
Lyra stood up
“Hey girls come take a look at this”we followed her odd hopping out the door to see a blanket fort set up.
And it was cool nearly sixty degrees F
The fort was lit by Christmas lights that reflected off a metal support pole in the middle
We had settled in when lyra returned with snacks and drinks I had a feeling this was going to be a nice night
Cold wind swept across the lawn chilling the air I felt a shiver run down my exposed back
“Hey I’m going in for a minute anyone need anything?” Lola piped up
“Yeah fill this up for me” lyra said as she tossed a metal bottle her arm sticking out of that stupid bag
“What do you want in it?” Lola asked completely unaware
“Well to be honest not that.”lyra replied
Lola looked around and tried to see what she was taking about only to notice the river of urine running down her legs
The warm urine steamed in the cold night air as if pooled around her feet
“Good move”
Lola whispered under her breath
“Anyways I guess I’ll get a change on the way by”
As time passed the night grew colder, enough so that I climbed under a heavy blanket and tried to fall asleep
I felt the blanket move as rhea crawled under with me and fell asleep in a matter of seconds
I snuggled up close to the nearest part of her, it was her stomach oddly enough
But as I was drifting away her stomach growled not in the way it would if she was hungry but no this was different
Suddenly she moved in her sleep her leg stretching and I was caught between her thighs as she closed her legs
My face rested against her diaper and I couldn’t escape
.
.
.
Too bad that I didn’t want too
If you’ve ever been to a 4th of July you’ve probably seen those fountains that shoot out a steady amount of sparks with some firework shells that go off as well
That was what I felt against my face
A sputtering stream was shooting out into her diaper with occasional lumps of mess
It must have been something she ate because it wasn’t normal.
But more more then anything I think it had something to do with the food...mostly because my stomach was Making similar noises
I would have tried to escape to the restroom but My head was still locked between rhea’s large soft thighs
This would be the first time I’ve used a diaper in six years
I felt my insides rumbling and my legs shaking and I grew sweaty despite the cold weather
The contends of my bowels flooded out in a semi liquid state splashing off the fabric of the diaper onto my rear before being absorbed
It was slightly painful as the diaper swelled to its limits...but very erotic
To tell the truth It felt odd at first enjoying the Warm feeling surrounding my butt as I finished of what remained in my bowels I let my bladder go as well. The diaper reached its limits and urine pooled around my hips.
I gently shook rhea awake
“Hey wake up”I said softly
“Huh what is it?” Rhea asked with a yawn
“I- or we need a change”
“Oh right I’ll go inside and get a few extra diapers”
She stood up lifting the blanket off of us and exposing us to the cold night air, her diaper was sagging to a extreme degree.
Everyone else was sitting in a circle
“Hey rhea wait a minute I want to tell you all something” eva claimed
“Yes”
Eva got a dark look on her face “these last nights have been a nightmare for all of us but I have to say something
I’m terrified about my family”
“Why is that” rhea asked
“Those things...specifically the one in the white dress and the one with long arms.....their faces were identical to my sisters face’s”
“It has to be a mistake”
“The worst part is...I called them, they never picked up I haven’t heard from them in days”
“We’ll call them in the morning, ok?”lyra quipped
“Okay”
“So what are you doing rhea?”
“I’m going inside to get a change for me and eris”
“Oh don’t worry about that we have some out here”lyra explained
“And when did eris get into diapers?”
“Just a little accident at the theme park”rhea explained with a wink
Her tone was like a mother talking about a child, embarrassing but strangely hot
Suddenly a loud crack broke the conversation
“The fuck was that!?” Lola yelped
“I’m not sure” lyra replied before the floor ate her, and by that I mean the ground split and she fell through
Rhea ran over and looked down the hole, before hopping down
I dived headfirst after her
My landing was soft thankfully, but I jolted up and looked around only to see catacombs lit by candlelight skulls lined the walls gazing into me
I immediately took off looking for my lost companion the full diaper between my legs swinging with every step
It was a weirdly straight path taking me to a round chamber in the center stood eva chained by her arms to the ceiling, her legs were clamped together
I walked over each step squishing the mess in my diaper. Eva’s head turned up to look up at me.
“Hey help me out here!!” She yelled
I walked over savoring her desperation before walking behind her and taking a look at the chains, they would come off easily with just the push of a button
“H-hey hurry up there!” Eva said nervously
“I’m trying but this will take a few minutes I recommend you wet yourself again”
“I- uh don’t want too I just don’t” eva told me
I waited pretending to mess with the chain until I heard eva grunt and her diaper made an loud crinkle as the plastic outside was stretched to its limits
Its so sexy to watch a girl let loose in her diaper like that
I hit the button and she dropped to the floor I moved forwards into an identical chamber where lyra’s mummy bag was wrapped in rope
“Hey eris I-“
“Eva can help you” I said cutting her off and walking right past
Finally I saw her, rhea
She was being chained up by a strange lady in a white dress who had perfectly white skin and hair
She was chaining up rhea so I made the logical choice
I pounced on her tearing the surprisedly thin fabric of her dress off in handfuls
She after several attempts shoved me off and booked it away her dress falling to tatters and showing three different things
She had patches of white missing from her skin showing a different tanner skin tone
She was wearing a harness under the dress that seemed to restrict her movement
She wasn’t wearing any underwear instead a huge diaper that reached almost halfway to her knees and was probably more then full then mine, and speaking of her not wearing underwear her breasts were on full display, pretty nice but a good bit smaller then rhea’s and much less shapely
I rushed over to rhea and threw her chains off
“Are you ok?!?”
“Heh”
“What is it!?”
“Thats the first time I’ve heard you sound so worried eris”
We made our way back to the surface and both promptly passed out |
Notice :
This story was written in Italian for the sole purpose of me to pass the time, it was translated with Google Translate without making too many necessary checks, thank you in advance for reading and I would appreciate a comment with a useful tip at the end of it.
What I want to write is in all respects a fantasy novel similar to some web novels that I have read lately, in the past I tried to do something similar but being only a first attempt in my opinion it did not go very well and therefore I gave up. Before each chapter I will include the Tags that I think are contained in the chapter in question, this is because I don't even know what I want to insert and what I don't want.
Prologo, The prologue does not have a title and is from the POV of the protagonist (Lily)
I understand that there is little content in this prologue but I preferred to develop the mechanics of the world.
It contains: bedwetting,farting,wetting and light fear wetting
Narrator: [Lily]
I didn't remember anything, my mind was completely empty and my body was numb and assailed by a tingling, I was lying on a straw bed and I had a simple blanket on me, it was dark and the only thing that illuminated the room where I found myself was the moon.
I thought I was in danger at night in an unknown place and I would suddenly jump out of this room to try to understand what had happened to me but I could not move, I realized that I could not keep my eyes open, as if I was really sleepy looking better I seemed to see how a game interface in my field of vision that remained even when I closed my eyes, at the bottom left I saw a [game log] with an infinite number of voices, I just didn't want to read and I couldn't to think clearly, I probably thought I was dreaming or imagining, at the top right instead I saw the writing [Menu] and [Map], I was about to fall asleep again because of sleep, but just before I did it a writing in semitransparent yellow jumped at me to the eye, [Need to urinate] I just couldn't understand and I didn't want to think, I tried to fall asleep again but the writing became more and more amber and I couldn't ignore it, in the end, a message appeared premium.
(Chat): ignore [need to urinate]?
[YES] or [NO]
I didn't even think, I chose [YES] and fell asleep.
Just before I fell into a deep sleep I read the chat a second time.
Title: [She who wets the bed] acquired.
I woke up with birdsong and sunlight, as soon as I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was the face of a disheveled young boy staring at me, since I had never seen him, I got scared but I calmed down immediately because he seemed to have no bad intentions.
(Ryle): S ... sorry! ... I didn't want to be watching you ... g ... good morning! I'm glad you woke up when my master found you she had no good hopes ... how do you feel? however, my name is Ryle, nice to meet you!
Skill: [Sevilathien's language] buy;
Title: [Polyglot] purchase.
(Lily): Oh, don't worry about it, anyway, you could tell me where we are and who are you? Anyway, my name is Lily
As I spoke I sat up and looked around to find out where I was, my body was really numb, and my nose didn't smell, I didn't feel like moving too much because of the tingling and then I let it go, I understood immediately not to be in a normal place given the straw bed on which I was and given the clay and wood walls that I was around, also the boy Ryle was really good looking, he must have been about 14 or 15 years old but he was really tall, he had a short-sleeved shirt that showed his toned arms, his green eyes of the same color of the disheveled hair hit me, they seemed strangely natural ...
(Ryle): Oh Lily did you say? You're not from around here, are you? You can also see it in your clothes ...
His words struck me, I shouldn't have had an unusual name ... also I looked at my crumpled blouse that was nothing strange, rather his clothes seemed very out of the norm until then I thought it was a kind of disguised medieval disguise but looking around unless it was a really well-made movie set or a foreign country was strange.
(Lily): Why? Where are we? And what would be strange about my clothes?
(Ryle): Well we're in the woods surrounding the city of alabaster, where did you think you were? You were found by my mistress a few kilometers from here after all, as far as your clothes are concerned, I don't seem to have ever seen anything like this, however now that I think about it you are suspicious!
Could you come and do a status check?
While Ryle was talking to me about things that I judged as meaningless I saw the interface I thought I was dreaming about and felt my body's numbness slowly fade and my sense of smell return, I could smell a slight smell of urine.
I didn't give it any weight and thought the interface was just a strange hallucination.
(Lily): I shouldn't have a problem getting up, anyway what is a status check?
(Ryle): Are you kidding me by accident? It's what you do to check a person's level and personal information with a copy of the mirror of truth ... can you know where you've lived so far? Do you have a memory leak by accident? Or are you trying to trick me?
(Lily): Level? What are you talking about? Anyway, I'm from Lugano ...
(Ryle): Lu ... gan ... or? Where is it? Okay, I understand you're not from around here, but I can't believe you don't know what the level is!
(Lily): You don't know Lugano? Are you telling me we're not in Switzerland? Anyway no! I don't know what you mean by level!
(Ryle): Switzer ... land? No, I don't know where it is ... however the level is the number that testifies how much you developed as a living being, it also depends on how good your status is ... I can't explain it well, it's one thing so trivial that you don't even teach ... anyway, I keep thinking that you are making fun of me, now get up, I really want to see your status to make sure it is not a criminal, a slave or a dangerous person!
(Lily): ... ok ... I still don't understand what you mean by a dangerous person ... look at me I have no weapons or anything ...
I decided to get up also out of curiosity to understand what the boy was talking about, when I got out of bed, however, the smell of urine became stronger, I looked at my jeans and I could observe a nice stain ... I could not believe it ... I was pissing on myself! I immediately covered her with the blanket and sat down on the straw again even though I was now certain that the boy had seen me.
(Lily'mind '): What an embarrassment! I can't believe I got wet!
I immediately thought of what I thought was a dream
: ignore [need to urinate]?
[YES] or [NO]
I couldn't believe it, it was too strange, even the interface that was becoming more and more vivid, was it a dream?
I remembered the full-dive virtual reality that I was about to try with Emily, I still remembered around with my blushed face and I looked at Ryle.
(Lily'mind '): I can't believe it! Am I in a simulation !?
And I got wet ?! What game am I playing? Who would make a virtual game with similar functionality ???
(Ryle): Is everything all right? You had an accident, right? You don't have to be ashamed of it, you've been unconscious for at least 3 days after all ...
Ryle blushed as he spoke to me
(Lily'mind '): How am I supposed to respond? Is this guy an AI or is he a player? It doesn't look like an AI, it's too realistic, it's probably a player! What an embarrassment!
(Lily): Hmmm ... yes, I'm sorry! Do you know how I can clean myself up?
(Ryle): Oh don't worry, it can happen to anyone, as soon as my mistress returns I can make you have a change of clothes ... or I could use the spell [soft wash] to clean those strange pants you wear, as you prefer, however for the spell it takes a while and I should T ... touch the affected area of the item of clothing in question all the time ...
(Lily): If you don't mind I would like you to try to use the spell, I really don't want to be seen by other players in these conditions, also I'm curious to see how the magic of this game works ...
(Ryle): game?
(Lily): Well we're in a fair game?
(Ryle): I'm not playing, tell me if you want to change or if you want me to use magic, you are too strange, I want to check your status as soon as possible!
(Lily'mind '): is it an AI? It's strange ... aren't we in a game?
But if magic exists it is necessarily a game! Quite right?
Maybe I have to check this status to understand something ...
(Lily): okay, you can use magic, but please don't look, don't smell and don't touch in strange places or I slap you!
(Ryle): Oh ... ok ...
I removed the blanket and showed my wet jeans, the biggest stain was on the back but it was probably enough to just touch the item of clothing, I was an embarrassing situation, even if I was convinced I was in a game.
I also noticed that my hair had changed color, from brown to purple, I didn't notice.
(Lily): how long does it take? You have been touching me for 2 minutes and nothing happens ... hurry up please, it's embarrassing!
(Ryle): calm down! Don't decentralize me, I haven't even activated the magic yet! It takes time ... wait at least another 2 minutes!
(Ryle'mind '): how strange it usually takes me less to visualize [soft wash] will it be because of the embarrassing situation?
After a while that Ryle was trying to activate the spell I noticed that the chat icon was flashing and then I opened it.
(Chat): Does the human subject [Ryle] want to use a spell on you, consent?
[YES] or [NO]
I immediately chose [YES] without thinking about it, I wanted to end that embarrassing situation.
(Ryle): ■■■■ [soft wash]
My legs that had completely stopped tingling and felt sticky especially on the lower back became clean after Ryle emitted strange verses that looked like high-speed singing or speaking.
(Lily'mind '): is this the magic? Fantastic!
(Ryle): good! Now we can do this status check!
(Lily): ok, come on! Anyway, can you tell me how I can activate the magic? Is there a mission to do or do I just have to level up?
(Ryle): oh ... so you know what the level is? So you made fun of me?
(Lily'mind '): oops! I hadn't realized yet that I was in a game before, it all seems too realistic ...
(Lily): sorry, I forgot!
(Ryle): okay, anyway you are suspicious, let's go check please, be careful of the step when you go out the door!
(Lily): yes, ok but so how do I activate the magic?
(Ryle): it depends on your status and your skills obviously, come on let's go now.
I left the room with Ryle and we went down the spiral stairs to a kind of cellar illuminated by a purple light that did not seem to come from anywhere, in the room that looked like a laboratory of a fairy tale wizard or a mad scientist chemist, there is they were books, ampoules, tables, phosphorescent stones, flowers and a lot of other things, it was really fantastic, on a wall there was a dark mirror which instead of reflecting the light seemed to absorb it.
(Ryle): see that's the mirror of truth, now touch it and show me your identity!
(Lily): o ... ok ...
I was afraid but I immediately calmed down because I was convinced it was a game.
As soon as I touched the mirror I felt as if covered with a gelatinous patina, it was truly realistic.
(Chat): does an artifact want to access your status, allow?
[YES] or [NO]
I chose [YES] in thought
(Chat): is it impossible to log in until you accept the other requests, accept everything?
[YES] or [NO]
As in an account creation where you should read an infinite number of terms and conditions, I ignored everything and chose [YES].
(Chat):
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[unique skills] unlockable;
[hidden status] added;
[easy mode] enhanced;
.
.
.
[legacy of Emily] obtained;
[status of Emily] added;
Unique skill [Space unit transfer] available;
.
.
.
[MAX LEVEL] reached;
[Race increase] × 99;
Unique title: [she who exceeds all limits] obtained!
In the chat an infinite column of minor voices (for the most part acquired skills, titles and power-ups) began to flow, I did not want to read and then temporarily deactivates the chat, meanwhile on the mirror that now became transparent what appeared publicly it would have been my status:
[ID]: Lily White
[Race]: human
[Age]: 17
[Level]: 25
[Titles]: [She who wets the bed]
[Work]: none
[Hierarchy]: common
I blushed slightly for the embarrassing title and now I noticed mirroring that my appearance had changed, in addition to the purple hair I could notice that I had a prettier nose and big purple eyes, my breast had also grown at least one size, surely I was more attractive as before, also the jeans that I thought no longer had traces of my accident showed a slightly visible halo.
As I watched what was left of my previous accident, I saw a flashing writing in the right corner:
(Notice): 2 × [inherited inventory] acquired, do you want to redeem?
[YES] or [NO]
I chose [YES] but I didn't see anything happen because I had disabled the chat.
(Lily'mind '): strange, the things written in the mirror do not correspond well to what I read in the chat ... also I don't know why but I have a strange feeling ...
(Ryle): Level twenty-five! You have a fairly high level ... I didn't think you were so strong, are you an adventurer by chance?
I turned to Ryle and on his head, I read [level 23]
(Lily'mind '): who knows how I should answer ... I'm probably not an adventurer and I don't feel like telling lies ...
(Lily): no, I'm sorry to disappoint you but I'm not an adventurer ...
An instant after I said it I felt like an impulse as if I felt the buzz of an insect near my ear similar to a feeling of light fear, I turned suddenly I found myself a dagger pointed at the throat, I remained completely motionless.
~ psshhh ~
I probably lost a bit from sudden fear and I could feel a slight humility on the crotch of my panties, probably a wet stain was also visible on my jeans.
(Fox woman): Who are you? Compared to last night, your mere presence makes me freeze their blood!
The fox woman in front of me was frightening, her red eyes and protruding canines together with the bright red blade of the dagger pointed at my throat instilled an intense fear that I had rarely experienced before, however, I could not help but notice how fascinating she was, his human face with perfect features and his golden fur shone under the soft and mysterious soft light, moreover, the fear I felt was drastically reduced when I remembered that I was probably in a game, also I noticed that Ryle was no longer nearby.
(Lily'mind '): damn it! Will it kill me? I do not know what to do...
But then I realized that she was probably more afraid of me.
(Lily'mind '): wait ... is she maybe ... shaking !? are you scared of me?
reading above her I also read her level [82] and thought that although I was [Max Level] on the mirror I read [25].
Looking at it better I realized that in his face there was fear besides his anger, his legs also trembled.
(Lily): hem ... wait, are you the "mistress" that Ryle told me about? Don't hurt yourself, after all, I want to thank you for bringing me here after finding me in the woods ...
(Fox woman): don't even try to deceive me and show me your true level and who you really are!
(Lily'mind '): probably my level is higher than you read on the mirror and this fox woman can somehow see that I'm hiding it.
(Fox woman): from your silence can I deduce that you didn't wait to be discovered?
(Lily): no, it is that ... you see I am not yet practical of how the game mechanics work and therefore if you want to see who they really are you will have to wait for a little ... in the meantime could you lower the blade, please? It makes me uncomfortable as it looks really realistic ...
(Fox woman): from what you say it seems that you are pretending to be a hero summoned from another world ... don't fool me! I just tried to see myself telling the truth with the [lie detection] spell but it looks like it can't activate magic on you, how do you explain this to me?
After the fox woman said this it occurred to me that Ryle couldn't clean up my jeans, so I opened the chat again and read the latest rumors:
(Chat):
The Foxkin [Tarasha Tawakhir] use the skill [Coercion];
[Coercion] skill obtained;
[Coercion resistance] skill gained;
The [all-knowing eye] artifact was destroyed after attempting to access your status
The Foxkin [Tarasha Tawakhir] use the skill [death threat];
Death threat skill gained;
Threat resistance gained;
(Lily'mind '): apparently, if they use a skill on me I get the skill and resistance to it ... it's comfortable, it seems almost illegal ...
I kept reading the chat
(Chat): The Foxkin [Tarasha Tawakhir] wants to use the [lie detection] spell on you, agree?
[Yes] or [No]
I decided to choose [Yes].
(Fox woman): it looks like my spell has activated now ... did you say something about a fair game before?
(Lily): it activated because I consented to the activation request in the chat ...
(Fox woman'mind '): she said "chat" and "game", in addition, she has the ability to resist a high-level spell ... also ... [Level 25] ... there is no doubt...
(Fox woman): girl, are you a person transported from another world?
(Lily): hem ... is it a code to identify among the players?
(Fox woman): girl, I can assure you that as much as what you find around it may seem like a game is 100% real, I know because I have dealt with both reincarnated and transported ... once I also witnessed the evocation of a hero.
(Lily'mind '): however realistic what I have seen so far I cannot understand how such a thing is possible ...
(Fox woman): you don't believe me? I read it in your eyes, I assure you that it is perfectly normal for people from other worlds to believe that it is a dream or a game.
The summoned heroes usually take a month to settle in, the reincarnates instead die and meet God who explains the whole situation to him, unfortunately, the transported are the most difficult cases they believe in their situation, the latter usually end up killed by monsters or commit suicide because they can't get out of the dream ... their appearance is usually characterized by purple-colored hair and their basic level is 25!
(Lily): it could be the truth ... after all, it is too realistic to be a game or a dream ... but my logic does not allow me to believe such an affirmation so easily ...
(Fox woman): if you are a transported person you should have something called [inventory] right?
Later I found two letters in the inventory, one from a certain God Khelthux and one from my friend Emily, the latter broadly explaining the situation I was in, giving me advice on how to live in this world, advising to learn the magic and to exploit the power I had, warning me not to go against the gods and not to divulge modern technology, in the end, it ended with the promise that we would see each other again in the future and that waiting for that moment I could enjoy this world with tranquility Fantasy.
Once convinced that I am not in a simulation or that I am dreaming I learned how the menu, status, and map, I also understood that I could change my public level to my liking, I decided to temporarily set it to 99 to justify how resisted the skills and magic of the fox woman who later introduced herself as Tarasha Tawakhir, she asked me questions about what I had in my inventory, which I noticed to be full of objects, food, and weapons, more or less like someone's inventory who had finished any RPG and who had a passion for collecting a multitude of different items.
I also realized that not being therefore in a virtual world, I had wet the bed and leaked in a real-world, this made me blush and on impulse I changed my clothes to not leave more traces of my embarrassing accidents, I noticed that I could change the dress with the [quick changing] of my inventory, I removed all my clothes remaining completely naked in front of Tarasha who turned to give me some privacy, I put on a pair of pink briefs called [Emily's panties], a pink top called [Emily's bra], a silk shirt called [water charm] and a dark green pleated skirt.
(Lily): ok now that we have clarified that I am not a danger, you could tell me where Ryle went, since I appeared I have never seen him.
I had also tried to look for it on the map but have not yet learned how it worked I could not find it.
(Tarasha): oh, since I didn't know who I was I put it in a subspace to protect it.
Suddenly Ryle reappeared from nowhere, Tarasha and I explained the situation to him in outline, and then we also discussed with him until the evening.
I learned that in this world there were 116 weeks of 6 days, so one year had 696 days and each of them lasted 26 hours instead of 24 hours and that at the moment we were in the 19 hours of the day, therefore almost at sunset.
We ate all three together, the dinner was made up of a single dish, similar to a mixed vegetable soup, after eating a spoon the easy way started to analyze it, it annoyed me and therefore I deactivated it, I also realized that without the easy mode it activates my sense of taste and smell develop at various levels, for example, the soup which was not bad after the deactivation of the easy mode seemed very good.
(Lily): Tarasha, you are and have been a strong sorceress and warrior right?
(Tarasha): I don't claim to be the best but I'm obviously powerful enough, why?
(Lily): Well I would like to explore this world and to do it I would have the basis on how to survive.
(Ryle): Do you want to explore the world? Do you mean that you will become an adventurer?
(Lily): and why not? So Tarasha would you be willing to teach me?
(Tarasha): for me there is no problem, I am curious to find out what the potential of an abnormal transported person like you is after all.
(Ryle): But, my mistress, you promised tomorrow that we would hunt a demon together ...
(Tarasha): oh Ryle, I'm sure you can wait another week, after all, it was too early anyway ...
Don't think about skipping training though!
(Ryle): As you wish ...
From how he looked at me in the next time, Ryle seemed envious but not very much.
After dinner, I went to sleep on Tarasha's advice, who promised me that the next morning he would give me some bases on fighting and monsters following my declaration of wanting to become an adventurer and explore this world.
Before going to sleep, in addition to reactivating the easy mode and changing my clothes again, I looked at my inventory and I could not help ordering the weapons and items acquired from the inheritance well, I felt happy, rich and powerful but even a little cheater with everything I had acquired without any apparent merit, it was all so beautiful, I saw the titles that had been assigned to me, from [the one who wets the bed] to [the one who exceeds all limits] and the skills I had learned.
The thing that intrigued me most was the magic but I had no idea how to use it, I was attracted by the [magic globe] and the [sacred tome] that I had in the inventory, in the description it was written that infusing the power of the soul in them you could learn the spell, I wasn't in the skin, I wanted to do a myriad of things but I also wanted to sleep to be careful the next day.
Before going to sleep, I remembered that time I got an account of an MMORPG game in a closed beta from another player who had spent many months playing and therefore had obtained a high level and an inventory full of rare items. Obviously, it wasn't the same as finding yourself in a fantasy world but the feeling of being a cheater was the same.
After this thought, I closed my eyes and since the interface and the chat didn't make me sleepy, I decided to temporarily disable them together with the easy mode, and finally, I fell asleep.
(Tarasha): Girl, wake up, it's dawn, let's hurry otherwise all the high-level monsters in the woods will go to sleep!
I woke up with Tarasha's words, the first thing I noticed was the need to pee and more.
(Lily): where is the toilet?
(Tarasha): hem ... unfortunately, there is no one in this refuge, you will have to go outside, do you have an armor in the inventory? No matter how strong a [level 99] is, I don't think you would be unharmed without having skills or magic ...
Although I had a strong need to go to the bathroom I could not help but notice Tarasha's light robes, they were of a vermilion-colored fabric, tight enough to highlight its splendid curves which were accentuated more by the white band that had in life to which a small black bag was tied, but I had no time to admire them.
(Lily'mind '): I have to go to the bathroom!
(Lily): I think I have armor in the inventory, a second, I get dressed and I'm ready to go!
I really needed to pee, after all, I didn't go to the bathroom since my previous awakening, if I ran my hand over my abdomen I felt swollen probably because of the fullness of my bladder: "it's a miracle that I didn't wet the bed in my sleep" I thought, moreover, I also felt a moderate fullness in the bowels, it was probably at least 4 days that I didn't take a dump.
I desperately searched the inventory of suitable clothes to go out into a forest full of monsters, all while I had one hand on my thigh and the other firmly inserted into my groin.
(Lily'mind '): I have to choose quickly otherwise I will have another accident ... but I must be careful not to wear too overpowered or too expensive clothes, I need something medium ... as Emily advised me.
I could not concentrate too much because of my need, I felt my mind almost split in trying to stay focused and leave neither a drop nor a small fart to leave my body.
Eventually, I left Emily's underwear on and put on an armor [Armor of the black dragon], it was a black armor that included a skimpy black top, a medium-length skirt and shiny leather ankle boots, I chose it because it wasn't a magical object but still gave fair protection.
(Tarasha): hey ... but ... how the heck did you get such a thing ...
Tarasha looked frightened again before me: "I probably exaggerated ..." I thought.
Tarasha didn't even notice the pee dance I was doing, which further delayed my relief.
We went down the spiral stairs and left the house, around me I saw a multitude of trees and plants of various colors that shone with the first light of dawn and that almost made me forget my urgent need.
~ prrffft ~
Until a dry fart reminded me of my situation.
(Lily): oh sorry, could you wait a moment, please ?!
(Tarasha): don't worry, go ahead ... but watch out for the monsters!
I didn't even answer, I sprang behind a bush with some droplets of urine dripping between my legs, spread my legs and lowered the panties I went down into a squat and I began to pee at full strength, obviously being careful not to splash my skirt too much.
~ psssssssssss ~
about a minute passed and my flow was reduced to a thread, until it stopped completely, now that I was calmer I heard the pleasant song of the birds and the scent of the flowers which obscured the smell of the vapors of the pee puddle.
~ frrt ~
A mischievous fart warmed my buttocks and reminded me that I had not yet finished my business.
Once I finished releasing the bowels I felt incredibly relaxed, emptied of my problems, it was a fantastic feeling to go and do my needs so outdoors like a fantasy world, almost exciting.
(Tarasha): Lily! Alright?
And while I was enjoying my moment Tarasha screamed my name and ruined the atmosphere.
(Lily): yes! Wait a moment and I'm coming!
I took some pieces of cloth from my inventory and cleaned myself, then I looked at the panties that I still had wrapped around my legs, they had a small dark pink stain but nothing that would not dry quickly, I pulled them up, I put leaves to cover the area where I made my needs and washed my hands with a bottle that I had in the inventory.
It was not the first time
(Lily): here I am, sorry if I made you wait, so what can you teach me?
(Tarasha): it's up to you, you said you want to be the right adventurer?
(Lily): yes, I would like you to explain to me how magic is used!
(Tarasha): oh, do you attract spells?
(Lily): yes, I would like to become a magician!
(Tarasha): well, then first of all could you tell me how much mana and soul power you have?
(Lily'mind '): I must be careful to say something credible ...
I went to my status and checked my statistics:
{Lily's Stats [MAX Level]}
[Health Points]: 999+
[Health recovery]: MAX
[Vitality]: 999+
[Stamina]: 999+
[Stamina recovery]: MAX
[Resistance]: 999+
[Mana point]: 999+
[Mana Recovery]: MAX
[Magic resistance]: 999+
[Soul authority]: MAX
[Power of the soul]: MAX
[Brain power]: 999+
[Come on]: 999+
[Agility]: 999+
[Dexterity]: 999+
[Vision]: 999+
[Self-check]: 999+
[Bladder]: 100
[Bladder fullness]: 4%
[Bowels]: 100
[Bowels fullness]: 2%
I wondered why they were present in separate statistics such as [Bladder] and [Bowels], however, it didn't take a genius to understand that my statistics were far beyond very good and therefore I didn't know how to answer: "maybe I should activate the easy mode "fortunately I thought.
Once activated a mini description appeared next to my statistics, thanks to it I understood that the average human being [level 10] had about 30 [MP], the soul power, however, was more mysterious, in the infobox there was nothing, with or without easy mode, the same was true of [Soul authority].
I also decided to disable the easy mode because I wanted to enjoy the landscape without continuous analysis or suppression of the sense of smell.
(Lily): I have 330 MP and would like to keep my soul power secret if possible.
I thought that for a [level 99] 330 MP was right.
(Tarasha): if you are telling the truth then I can deduce that you are a perfect [Level 99] balanced, interesting ... I agree on keeping secret the power of the soul, not even I will tell you mine.
The chat at that moment gave me a warning signal, I opened it and read:
(Chat):
Skill [Absolute revelation] resisted;
Skill [Absolute revelation] buys;
(Lily'mind '): Do you want to see my statistics? It seems that without the easy mode activated you cannot see who is using the ability against me, but I still get the ability, interesting.
(Lily): so what? Can you teach me magic?
(Tarasha): if you mean primordial magic or sacred magic obviously not, but for arcane magic, there is no problem, you have enough MP to also cast prohibited spells, but first I would like to ask you something, do you have the skill [Chant]?
I immediately went to check but I didn't.
(Lily): unfortunately not, why?
(Tarasha): because arcane magic includes 3 phases of casting a spell, Visualization, Chant and Activation, without the ability [Chant] unfortunately you cannot cast a spell ... apart from a few exceptions ...
(Lily): and how do I go about acquiring it?
(Tarasha): there are many ways, the easiest is to study at the magic academy and another widespread is to use a sealing object with the ability inside, the latter, however, is rare and its cost is high, probably it even costs more than the dragonic armor you wear.
(Lily): What if I teach you the skill without having to go to the academy?
(Tarasha): it wouldn't be a problem for me but it takes years to learn [Chant], it's not that simple, as far as I'm concerned I recommend you train with a weapon and then learn magic.
(Lily'mind '): 2 years is too long ...
(Lily): okay, so what weapon would you recommend me to use?
(Tarasha): I see that you understand when it is not necessary to insist, as far as the weapon is concerned, obviously it depends on you, which weapon would you like to use?
As far as I am concerned, I am skilled with both the ax and the long broadsword so if you choose one of the two I can help you more easily to learn the necessary skills.
(Lily): I like the greatsword, so let's start?
(Tarasha): Do you have a sword in your inventory?
(Lily): yes most likely I have it ...
(Tarasha): well, get it out.
While I was looking for one of the various swords, one who had statistics on average Tarasha took from the bag that had tied a broad green metal sword at the waist as long as its height and with a width and thickness that made it seem truly imposing.
(Lily): nice sword ... also ... is that bag bottomless?
(Tarasha): I see you have an eye, yes this is a sword it is called made with ancient elven techniques and it is made of orichalcum, it is an enchanted bag with space magic, obviously, it has a capacity limit.
In the end, after comparing several swords for more than a minute, I took out a simple enchanted steel sword, Tarasha's reaction was like what I would have had in the previous world if they had promised me the last smartphone as a gift and had presented themselves with a model from the previous year and second-hand, of course, I was happy because I didn't want to catch the eye.
(Tarasha): I see that you have your weapon, to acquire the skill just train or kill an enemy with the aforementioned weapon, however perfecting it is difficult, there are two ways, the first is to use the experience and the second is increasing level, obviously, you who are already [Level 99] will struggle in both things, as regards the experience it is difficult to accumulate at high levels, also I do the extreme effort, as regards the level up it is rumored that for a human or semi-human to pass level 99 is impossible ...
Obviously, I was not level 99 since I had no problems entering a number thousands of times greater, but this thing was comfortable in certain points of view, also I went to my status and took a look in the skills area, in addition to the skills I had I could notice that I had a practically infinite reserve of experience, I tried to enhance the unique skill [Space unit transfer], I noticed that skill had 10 levels of enhancement and that even by maximizing the skill my experience points did not conceal in the least.
(Lily): it's not a problem, I just need to learn the skill, so to hang it I just need to kill a monster with this sword?
(Tarasha): yes, for one of your level monsters in the vicinity should not be a problem even without magic or skills, the only being that probably can damage you is a greater Demon or a dragon but in my whole life they are beings rarely appeared.
(Lily): shall we go then?
(Tarasha): yes, let's see if you can keep up with me!
Tarasha suddenly shot in the middle of the woods, her movements were perfect, thanks to my statistics I didn't make the slightest effort to run after her but thanks to my abnormal sight I could see how perfect her movements were, every step in the middle of the trees seemed to be expected 10 steps first.
(Tarasha'mind '): he manages to stay behind me, incredible ... the people transported are unfair ...
While we were running in the forest I saw many animals that I knew like deer and wild boars, and foxes but also animals that I had never seen as a large spider that made me shiver.
(Lily'mind '): I wonder where we are going, running at this speed we would have traveled a very long space ...
(Lily): Shouldn't I learn to use the sword?
I asked after I approached Tarasha who stopped
(Tarasha): I thought I'd take you for a ride through the woods, do you like it?
(Lily): it's gorgeous!
(Tarasha): And anyway you didn't acquire skills while running? Normally you should get the [Fast step] skill just by running, also running at a similar speed I wouldn't be surprised even if I had obtained directly [Flash step] together with some high-sounding title ...
(Lily): I didn't get any skills or titles ...
(Tarasha): normally for a person with few abilities it is enough to perform actions that put them in difficulty for
(Lily): Well, I had no problem running, maybe that's why I didn't get the skill ...
(Tarasha): no problem !? Nobody could stand behind me without magic or skill!
(Lily): I don't know what to tell you ...
(Tarasha): Okay now I'm going to stop surprising myself, however, there is little time, let's hurry!
(Lily): little time for what?
(Tarasha): to make the danger of this world-known at Level 99 you need a dungeon, in the center of the woods there is one and the door remains open only during sunrise, for this, we must hurry!
(Lily): a dungeon? Not serving the preparations to enter it?
(Tarasha): oh, don't worry, I prepared everything myself, however, we won't go deep, I just want to show you what kind of beings populate this world!
(Lily'mind '): I don't really mind at all, I have always loved dungeons and mazes full of monsters where you can level-up safely, even if they are maximum level ...
Tarasha and I arrived at the entrance of the dungeon, it was a simple hole 10 meters (33 ft) in diameter with 4 pillars on the sides and which had inside a spiral staircase of white marble, as soon as I put my foot on the first step the map changed, unlike before it was also completely empty, probably because it was an unknown place where I had never been.
(Tarasha): ■■ [luminary]
A globe of light formed in front of us.
(Lily): wonderful!
(Tarasha): it is simple basic magic, it will be useful since the dungeon in some areas is completely dark.
We started to go down the stairs and shortly after I heard an uproar rumbling and a cold current of upward wind lifted my skirt exposing my panties.
(Lily): what's going on?
(Tarasha): probably the entrance has closed ...
(Lily): wait for what?! ... are you serious? So we got stuck?
(Tarasha): maybe I should have told you that we would spend the whole day here ...
(Lily): well, it certainly wouldn't have made me unhappy!
I said that even though the idea of exploring a real dungeon filled with excitement.
(Tarasha): let's go, once you get to the tenth floor we will have a nice camp where to have breakfast!
(Lily): I agree very much, I really want to learn some skills!
We finished going down the stairs and we started walking through the tunnels, on the sides of them the colored crystals reflected Tarasha's sphere of light, it was truly a dream show, after a while, I finally saw a monster that could be attacked with the sword to acquire the ability.
(Tarasha): Do you see Lily?
Tarasha pointed to a bear-sized creature, he was turned away from us but we could still see the length of his claws sticking out from the sturdy arms covered with thick brown fur, however despite the imposingness of his body he was only level 16.
(Lily): yes!
(Tarasha): it is a giant mole, it is not a particularly dangerous monster, it is blind but manages to orient itself with the sense of smell and hearing if there is one, there are probably many others nearby, for two of our level even a hundred of them could not bother us in the least, but whatever the opponent we meet, I recommend you pay close attention!
(Lily): I understand, maximum attention!
(Tarasha): Now attack that mole, let me see how you handle that broadsword.
After Tarasha's recommendations, I squeezed my weapon tightly and with a light step I approached the mole, it practically ignored me until I was right behind it, all the time I continue to dig the rock but when I was behind it turned and with the sharp claws probably tried to cut my neck, of course, I dodged the blow with extreme ease but nevertheless, one or two droplets left my bladder and moistened the crotch of my panties, it did not matter that the level of this monster was lower than that Tarasha or mine, the appearance and size of the monster scare me enough.
But the small insignificant accident made my blood boil, mostly from embarrassment.
Once I dodged the cops, I tightened the sword again and with an oblique swing I cut the mole in two parts, this emitted a suffocated and torn scream before falling to the sun with a thump that almost shook the ground, I remember that I thought: "that sucks "at the sight of the blood that sprinkled the floor but I recovered immediately.
(Tarasha): congratulations, an excellent cut, have you learned any skills?
(Lily'mind '): I hope I have no way of seeing that my bladder has betrayed me against an infinitely weaker monster than me!
(Lily): unfortunately, it would seem not ...
I read the chat for any unlocked skills but found nothing, to be sure I checked the list of skills but nothing new.
(Tarasha): so if you don't need them you don't learn them ... to get you some skills we have to find a way to put you in difficulty ...
(Lily): but basically, if I'm not in difficulty I don't need the right skills? Let's not worry too much, let me see rather the beauty of this dungeon or some other monster!
(Tarasha): you're right ... I reasoned based on common sense that tells me that without basic skills you can't stay, but in the end, you're right, when you need it you will get the skills you need.
Now be careful, they surrounded us!
(Lily'mind '): you shouldn't say it with a smile on your mouth!
A large number of giant moles were arriving in the tunnel, they probably felt threatened the moment they heard the dying cry of one of their kind.
(Tarasha): you think of those in front of us, I will fix those that come behind us!
(Lily): yes!
The average level of giant moles was 20, I sprinted forward and killed 3 with a single horizontal cut, it was easy.
(Tarasha): ■■■ [light body barrier]
Tarasha put the weapon back in the bag, took a wand, and chose to use magic.
(Tarasha): ■■■ [Multiple light dart]
Once he killed about thirty giant moles I didn't see anymore, I turned around and vines Tarasha shining with green light as he launched with a wand a multitude of rays of light that pierced the moles from side to side, however, these did not die instantly and they were getting closer to Tarasha.
(Lily): I come to support you!
(Tarasha): no need, don't worry!
As soon as the moles surrounded her, she put away her wand and pulled a golden halberd out of the bag, with a swing of her right arm she cut in half the entire group of giant moles that had approached her and put to flight the others who dug holes in the walls and disappeared.
(Tarasha): I didn't want to use a magic weapon or a spell with area damage to avoid frightening them but I think the corpses are enough ... maybe they are too many ...
(Lily): what do you mean?
(Tarasha): ■■■■ [infinite storage subspace]
A wave of light filled the cave and all the giant moles vanished.
(Lily): amazing ... how can you keep all these moles ...
(Tarasha): I took them only to use them as baits later, giant moles are not profitable, moreover, the consumption of mana to keep the subspace active is not insignificant, however, we will need them.
(Lily): for what?
(Tarasha): it's a surprise of course.
Tarasha and I went deeper with other flights of stairs, we didn't meet other monsters, probably because Tarasha used some particular magic, he seemed to be in a hurry: "maybe he's hungry" I thought.
(Tarasha): we have arrived, after this corridor, we will finally be on the tenth floor.
(Lily): ok, so little time is left for breakfast eh.
As they walked towards the ramp Tarasha grabbed my hand suddenly.
(Lily): what's going on?
(Tarasha): there is something big.
(Lily): for example?
(Tarasha): it looks like a mole but its level is higher than 50, it is probably a giant mole king ...
The ceiling vibrated and a lot of sand and rubble fell, then from the wall to my right claws landed pointing to my face, I dodged them easily but the fright made me lose a jet of hot urine.
(Lily): whaaaat! What is that?!
(Tarasha'mind '): dodged such a shot without skill ... impossible!
(Tarasha): You must know that older giant moles get retractable claws.
The long and sharp claws retreated and after a while they resurfaced out of the opposite direction, this time the target was Tarasha who instead of dodging them cut them with the halberd making the monster growl that finally came out in the open, it was a giant mole of level 63, unlike the moles of before, his hair was gray and smooth, his teeth much more protruding and the burr dripped from his mouth.
(Tarasha): Do you want to try to fight it?
(Lily): okay ...
I was slightly scared but I didn't hesitate for a second, I shook the weapon and with a vertical cut I tried to divide it in half as with the other giant moles, but this time it didn't go as I hoped, with its claws, it cut my sword, and subsequently he tried to hit me with them, even if I didn't expect it, I managed to dodge anyway, he tried to hit me again but Tarasha got in the way, with his bare fingers he grabbed the claws of the monster and with the halberd he hit him throwing him strongly on the wall and making the floor tremble.
(Tarasha): Huff ... the magic of physical enhancement is exhausting! Finish the mole and put it in your inventory, unlike the ones before, this is worth a lot of gold coins, hurry up I really want to make a ... break ...
(Lily): oh, okay ...
I took a new sword from my inventory, this time a little better than before to avoid being left unarmed and I put the mole's corpse in the inventory after I gave it the coup de grace.
As they walked towards the flight of spiral stairs I could notice a slight change in Tarasha's casual way of walking, it was as if she was trying to walk naturally and elegantly, moreover, the speed of her steps had slightly increased.
We arrived at the spiral stairs and she asked me to go down first, I asked no questions and went on, once we reached the end of the stairs we found ourselves in front of a vault that emerged in a huge cave, unlike the narrow, dark tunnels and cramps on the upper floors here the atmosphere was peaceful, butterfly-like insects fluttered, there was a huge crystal on the ceiling that illuminated all corners of the cave, there was green grass on the ground and in the center, I could see a small mirror of water.
(Lily): this place is amazing ...
(Tarasha): I'm glad you like it, if you like you can go near the pond and find a space to have breakfast, I should hurry ... private matters ...
It was then that I finally noticed that Tarasha probably needed to pee, I preferred not to ask questions and leave her her privacy even if in my mind the image of the beautiful Foxkin wetting her pants like a child passed through my head making me blush.
(Lily): hem ... ok
After a slight hesitation due to the anxiety of being alone, I decided to go to the pond to give Tarasha her privacy.
She went away quite a bit, when I arrived at the pond I saw her still walking until she disappeared behind a rock. I sat on the grass around the pond and opened the skill log.
Skill [coercion]
Skill [death threat]
Skill [Absolute revelation]
Skill [Sevilathien's language]
Unique skill [Space unit transfer];
Unique skill [Self-taught];
Locked skill [HIDDEN]
To see if the hidden ability could be unlocked I tried to activate the easy mode, but no change, I tried to select the skill [Absolute revelation], it was level 1, I tried to use a skill point to enhance it and it became level 2, for level 3 ten skill points were needed, for 4 needed one hundred, etc., once taken to level 5 I stopped and tried to activate it, with a bit of concentration I managed it, I seemed to see in black and white for a moment and then everything in my view took on a different color and brilliance, the butterflies were blue and the green grass, in the distance I could see an intense purple light, it was Tarasha, I don't know how but thinking about his name its status.
[ID]: Tarasha Tawakhir
[Race]: Foxkin
[Age]: 37
[Level]: 82
[Titles]: hidden
[Work]: hidden
[Hierarchy]: viscountess
Visible statistics:
[Bladder]: 73
[Bladder fullness]: 94%
[Bowels]: 82
[Bowels fullness]: 61%
(Lily'mind '): incredible! First Tarasha used this ability on me, how strange that he can only see some statistics ...
Anyway, I was right, he needed to water the flowers ...
As I watched the fullness percentage of Tarasha's bladder started to go down and I blushed thinking about what she was doing at that moment, it was then that I noticed something, on the numbers of the statistics there was like a pointer, as if I could write or to delete.
"I could wait for his bladder to empty ... and then ... refill it?!?"
A thought occurred to me that made me slightly excited and warm my cheeks.
[Bladder fullness]: 10%
(Lily'mind '): It doesn't seem to empty itself anymore ...
I was about to rethink but in the end, I decided to try, I concentrated on the percentage and with an enormous effort I made it go up by two or three numbers, I was not satisfied and then I tried again but I could not make it go up, I took it as a challenge and I tried again and again, but unfortunately I lost track of time.
(Tarasha): what is that expression? Alright?
(Lily): Huh?
And I found myself in front of Tarasha, which caught me off guard and with the deconcentration I deactivated the spell but not before adding a zero in the percentage that made it reach 130%
(Tarasha): Ouch! What happens!?
Tarasha crossed her legs and slumped to the ground.
~ psssssssssssssshhh ~
A continuous stream of urine poured into its vermilion dress which started to form a puddle.
(Tarasha): ■■■■ [infinite storage subspace]
The beautiful Foxkin activated the subspace in her panties to avoid further damage but already after 10 seconds of flow, she was completely drenched.
(Tarasha): how did this happen?
I who had witnessed the scene was completely speechless, I knew that I should have apologized but I didn't want to confess that it was I who caused her to have an accident, I felt guilty but I certainly liked what I saw.
Her dress was soaked and shiny as her eyes where I could see embarrassment and confusion which then turned into intense anger.
(Tarasha): Lily ... by any chance you? I'm not accusing you but ... you know I just emptied my bladder and it's impossible that it refilled again in such a short time!
I did not know what to say
(Lily): Tarasha I really ... actually ... I ... sorry ... I didn't do it on purpose ...
I bowed my head to accentuate the effect of the apology and because I didn't want to meet his gaze.
(Tarasha): so it was you eh?
(Lily): are you angry?
(Tarasha): absolutely not, if you didn't do it on purpose I can't be angry with you, do you think? Do I seem angry to you?
He said it with a slightly forced smile but that still made me calm.
(Lily): sorry again!
(Tarasha): ■■ [Quick drying]
The wet stain disappeared.
(Tarasha): enough, let's pretend nothing happened, wines let's have breakfast now.
Even if she seemed calm I had the doubt that she was quite angry, this because she didn't ask me how I had filled her bladder and that therefore she already had the answer or she was thinking of revenge, obviously they were only guesses, looking at her she doesn't seem angry just a little embarrassed, after a few minutes I stopped thinking about it and turned off the easy mode to enjoy the breakfast we would have gone for.
Tarasha chose a place near the lake, from a subspace she took a table and two chairs and pulled a cloche, two cups, and a teapot out of the magic bag.
(Tarasha): sit down Lily too.
I sat on what was probably a wooden chair, the white color it had and the smoothing sensation it gave to the touch were those of marble, even the coffee table was of the same material, all with the spring atmosphere and the stone that illuminates the cave they brought me back to the times when I lived at my grandmother's house in the Alps, this made me feel for the first time a feeling of nostalgia, but the bad mood passed immediately and the joy pervaded me when I saw what was hidden underneath the cloche, while I thought Tarasha had uncovered it and now what I saw was a silver platter with a huge variety of pastries and various sweets on it, I noticed the sweets that I loved to eat in my old world, there were a croissant, a krapfen, a scone, and a danish pastry.
(Lily): Tarasha, by chance these sweets are common in this world?
(Tarasha): well, I think so ... obviously, they are not very popular because to prepare them you need expensive ingredients such as sugar whose refining is difficult and the production by spell consumes a good quality of magical power ... why are you interested? Have you seen them before?
(Lily): yes, I had already eaten them ...
I took a Danish in my hand and contemplated the skill with which they had been made.
(Lily): did you prepare them yourself?
(Tarasha): obviously, they are one of my specialties.
(Lily): well then, can I taste it?
(Tarasha): certainly.
I took a bite.
(Lily'mind '): truly delicious!
(Tarasha): Do you like it?
(Lily): it tastes fantastic!
(Tarasha): well, I'm happy both to your liking, I prepare the Tea.
Tarasha took spheres from the bag, looking more closely I realized that it was herbs and leaves understood and rolled upon themselves.
(Tarasha): ■■ [Create water]
The teapot filled with steaming hot water, Tarasha inserted the spheres inside.
After a short time, he poured the liquid which had taken an amber color in the cups, sat down, and took a croissant.
Without thinking about it, I took the cup and drank the contents in a few seconds, the taste was excellent, I didn't quite understand what herbs there were but it was delicious and perfectly matched the flavor of the Danish.
Without thinking about it, I continued to fill my cup and gobble the tea until the teapot was completely empty.
(Lily): sorry Tarasha, I could not hold back, congratulations also the Tea was very good.
(Tarasha): don't worry so much I wasn't thirsty, besides I'm glad you liked it.
She said it with a smile and a truly disturbing look as if she was plotting something, but I didn't give it any weight.
After a relaxing chat we got up from the table and Tarasha put everything away, unfortunately, I didn't realize that he hadn't even taken a sip from his cup.
(Tarasha): from here on, the floors will start from the hundredth, each level will be numbered and always decreasing in size, today we will go down by 50 floors thus reaching the fiftieth, get ready to go down!
(Lily): I'm ready ... but I have a doubt, if we first met a level 60 monster, going down so low what can we meet?
(Tarasha): do not worry, the giant moles are an exception, also what we have come down to now was not the real dungeon, but a simple entrance to it, you must know that the dungeon extends over a large surface and has more secondary entrances besides this main one.
(Lily'mind '): I understand, this dungeon must be huge ...
We crossed the whole cave to a huge statue, looked like a humanoid figure, was carved on a pedestal, and had no face.
"Stand back," Tarasha said in a calm voice as she approached the pedestal of the statue.
(Tarasha): ■■■■ [Mana transfer]
A blue aura enveloped the fox woman who placed both hands on the pedestal of the statue.
(Lily'mind '): incredible ... the statue moves!
The aura had completely enveloped the statue and after that it had moved, leaving a corridor free with lanterns on both sides, on the architrave of the entrance there was written "100".
(Tarasha): so close! I have almost used up my mana to get it moving, but thanks to that we will quickly get to the twentieth floor without having to switch between weak and annoying monsters.
(Lily): what do you mean? Wasn't it supposed to be the main entrance?
(Tarasha): it is but it is not used by anyone because, in order to enter the statue must be absorbed by a very high number of MPs, for this reason, all adventurers prefer the entrance near the capital or the one on the borders with the sacred empire of Lalostvane.
(Lily'mind '): I wonder how big this dungeon is if it even reaches the borders with another country ...
(Lily): out of pure curiosity ... how much mana did you spend to move the statue?
(Tarasha): about 200 MP why?
(Lily): two hundred !? Wouldn't it have been better for you to destroy it?
(Tarasha): it is a statue made of a particular magic alloy, its hardness is very high and magic has no effect on it.
(Lily): I understand ... you still need to recover mana?
(Tarasha): don't worry, now let's go down quickly, I want you to fight some opponent worthy of the name and maybe learn the skill.
We walked through the entrance and walked what looked like a tunnel hundreds of meters long, at the end of it there was a huge illuminated rectangular room with dozens of doors on the sides and another staircase in the center that went down.
(Tarasha): from this level onwards there will be monsters, obviously, with their silly levels, they will be child's play but pay attention anyway.
"okay" I answered
After that, we went down again, this time the room was slightly darker but both in shape and color it was the same as that of the upper floor, this time however there was written "99" instead of "100".
(Tarasha): this room is a safe place, there are two on each floor, however, to get to the next one we have to go through the territory of the monsters.
We headed into one of the side corridors to the room, they were narrower than the tunnels where we met the giant moles and therefore I decided to change my weapon into a short sword with excellent statistics, Tarasha made my way, he seemed to know perfectly how to move in these narrow corridors.
"scavenger rat," Tarasha said after turning immediately after turning a corner.
(Tarasha): die!
"Wow she's slain it instantly" this I thought after jumping backward almost losing control of my bladder.
(Tarasha): sorry but unfortunately these beings remind me of a dark period of my life.
(Lily): okay, don't worry ... anyway, what do you mean by dark period?
(Tarasha): nothing special ... it's just that during my childhood when I was still a weak and defenseless child, these rats didn't make me sleep at night ...
(Lily): in what sense? Couldn't your parents drive them out or put some mousetraps?
(Tarasha): unfortunately, my parents sold me to a slave trader because they were too poor to take care of me, but I don't want to victimize you also because this is neither the time nor the place to talk about my past, so go on!
Even though I didn't want to be indelicate, I couldn't help asking for more details, like when I liked a character in a game and wanted to discover his lore or like when I was delighted in finding a hidden quest.
(Lily): So there is still market and slave trade in this world? oh, sorry if I touched a sore button, if you don't want to talk about it it doesn't matter ...
(Tarasha): slaves are considered as commodities, and their value depends significantly on race, also because there have been laws that protect the health of human slaves, such as the one where I was born, but not being human, I do not I had the right to be subject to these laws.
It's not that I don't want to talk about it, it's just not the right time, also I warn you, among adventurers, there is an unwritten rule that forbids asking other adventurers from their past.
(Lily): okay, I won't ask for more for now, but could you tell me later how a slave managed to become a strong warrior?
"Maybe later" Tarasha replied with a smile.
We kept going down the floors for at least an hour until we got to floor 81, we didn't meet particularly strong monsters, the one with the highest level was a rock worm level 22.
In the descent, however, I realized two things,
the first is that with my stats it made no difference to fight with the level 63 giant mole or a simple level 1 scavenger rat,
the second is that I needed to pee, I had a strong stimulus even if I had freed the bladder less than 2 hours before and it was not a sort of suggestion because looking at my statistics I found:
[Bladder fullness]: 83%
(Lily'mind '): it is not possible!
As I looked at the statistics from 83% it rose to 85%, I didn't understand the reason but I knew that in a short time I would have urinated.
Being focused on my bladder doing some hopping dance on the spot and above all looking for a place where I could relieve myself undisturbed I didn't notice Tarasha looking at me with a twinkle in her eyes and a pleasing smile.
(Tarasha): the next will be the 80th floor, from here on there will be no more room to go down but everything will be confused and without a map getting lost is assured.
Tarasha spoke but my mind was focused on my bladder.
Notice :
This story was written in Italian for the sole purpose of me to pass the time, it was translated with Google Translate without making too many necessary checks, thank you in advance for reading and I would appreciate a comment with a useful tip at the end of it.
What I want to write is in all respects a fantasy novel similar to some web novels that I have read lately, in the past I tried to do something similar but being only a first attempt in my opinion it did not go very well and therefore I gave up. Before each chapter I will include the Tags that I think are contained in the chapter in question, this is because I don't even know what I want to insert and what I don't want.
Prologo, The prologue does not have a title and is from the POV of the protagonist (Lily)
I understand that there is little content in this prologue but I preferred to develop the mechanics of the world.
It contains: bedwetting,farting,wetting and light fear wetting
Narrator: [Lily]
I didn't remember anything, my mind was completely empty and my body was numb and assailed by a tingling, I was lying on a straw bed and I had a simple blanket on me, it was dark and the only thing that illuminated the room where I found myself was the moon.
I thought I was in danger at night in an unknown place and I would suddenly jump out of this room to try to understand what had happened to me but I could not move, I realized that I could not keep my eyes open, as if I was really sleepy looking better I seemed to see how a game interface in my field of vision that remained even when I closed my eyes, at the bottom left I saw a [game log] with an infinite number of voices, I just didn't want to read and I couldn't to think clearly, I probably thought I was dreaming or imagining, at the top right instead I saw the writing [Menu] and [Map], I was about to fall asleep again because of sleep, but just before I did it a writing in semitransparent yellow jumped at me to the eye, [Need to urinate] I just couldn't understand and I didn't want to think, I tried to fall asleep again but the writing became more and more amber and I couldn't ignore it, in the end, a message appeared premium.
(Chat): ignore [need to urinate]?
[YES] or [NO]
I didn't even think, I chose [YES] and fell asleep.
Just before I fell into a deep sleep I read the chat a second time.
Title: [She who wets the bed] acquired.
I woke up with birdsong and sunlight, as soon as I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was the face of a disheveled young boy staring at me, since I had never seen him, I got scared but I calmed down immediately because he seemed to have no bad intentions.
(Ryle): S ... sorry! ... I didn't want to be watching you ... g ... good morning! I'm glad you woke up when my master found you she had no good hopes ... how do you feel? however, my name is Ryle, nice to meet you!
Skill: [Sevilathien's language] buy;
Title: [Polyglot] purchase.
(Lily): Oh, don't worry about it, anyway, you could tell me where we are and who are you? Anyway, my name is Lily
As I spoke I sat up and looked around to find out where I was, my body was really numb, and my nose didn't smell, I didn't feel like moving too much because of the tingling and then I let it go, I understood immediately not to be in a normal place given the straw bed on which I was and given the clay and wood walls that I was around, also the boy Ryle was really good looking, he must have been about 14 or 15 years old but he was really tall, he had a short-sleeved shirt that showed his toned arms, his green eyes of the same color of the disheveled hair hit me, they seemed strangely natural ...
(Ryle): Oh Lily did you say? You're not from around here, are you? You can also see it in your clothes ...
His words struck me, I shouldn't have had an unusual name ... also I looked at my crumpled blouse that was nothing strange, rather his clothes seemed very out of the norm until then I thought it was a kind of disguised medieval disguise but looking around unless it was a really well-made movie set or a foreign country was strange.
(Lily): Why? Where are we? And what would be strange about my clothes?
(Ryle): Well we're in the woods surrounding the city of alabaster, where did you think you were? You were found by my mistress a few kilometers from here after all, as far as your clothes are concerned, I don't seem to have ever seen anything like this, however now that I think about it you are suspicious!
Could you come and do a status check?
While Ryle was talking to me about things that I judged as meaningless I saw the interface I thought I was dreaming about and felt my body's numbness slowly fade and my sense of smell return, I could smell a slight smell of urine.
I didn't give it any weight and thought the interface was just a strange hallucination.
(Lily): I shouldn't have a problem getting up, anyway what is a status check?
(Ryle): Are you kidding me by accident? It's what you do to check a person's level and personal information with a copy of the mirror of truth ... can you know where you've lived so far? Do you have a memory leak by accident? Or are you trying to trick me?
(Lily): Level? What are you talking about? Anyway, I'm from Lugano ...
(Ryle): Lu ... gan ... or? Where is it? Okay, I understand you're not from around here, but I can't believe you don't know what the level is!
(Lily): You don't know Lugano? Are you telling me we're not in Switzerland? Anyway no! I don't know what you mean by level!
(Ryle): Switzer ... land? No, I don't know where it is ... however the level is the number that testifies how much you developed as a living being, it also depends on how good your status is ... I can't explain it well, it's one thing so trivial that you don't even teach ... anyway, I keep thinking that you are making fun of me, now get up, I really want to see your status to make sure it is not a criminal, a slave or a dangerous person!
(Lily): ... ok ... I still don't understand what you mean by a dangerous person ... look at me I have no weapons or anything ...
I decided to get up also out of curiosity to understand what the boy was talking about, when I got out of bed, however, the smell of urine became stronger, I looked at my jeans and I could observe a nice stain ... I could not believe it ... I was pissing on myself! I immediately covered her with the blanket and sat down on the straw again even though I was now certain that the boy had seen me.
(Lily'mind '): What an embarrassment! I can't believe I got wet!
I immediately thought of what I thought was a dream
: ignore [need to urinate]?
[YES] or [NO]
I couldn't believe it, it was too strange, even the interface that was becoming more and more vivid, was it a dream?
I remembered the full-dive virtual reality that I was about to try with Emily, I still remembered around with my blushed face and I looked at Ryle.
(Lily'mind '): I can't believe it! Am I in a simulation !?
And I got wet ?! What game am I playing? Who would make a virtual game with similar functionality ???
(Ryle): Is everything all right? You had an accident, right? You don't have to be ashamed of it, you've been unconscious for at least 3 days after all ...
Ryle blushed as he spoke to me
(Lily'mind '): How am I supposed to respond? Is this guy an AI or is he a player? It doesn't look like an AI, it's too realistic, it's probably a player! What an embarrassment!
(Lily): Hmmm ... yes, I'm sorry! Do you know how I can clean myself up?
(Ryle): Oh don't worry, it can happen to anyone, as soon as my mistress returns I can make you have a change of clothes ... or I could use the spell [soft wash] to clean those strange pants you wear, as you prefer, however for the spell it takes a while and I should T ... touch the affected area of the item of clothing in question all the time ...
(Lily): If you don't mind I would like you to try to use the spell, I really don't want to be seen by other players in these conditions, also I'm curious to see how the magic of this game works ...
(Ryle): game?
(Lily): Well we're in a fair game?
(Ryle): I'm not playing, tell me if you want to change or if you want me to use magic, you are too strange, I want to check your status as soon as possible!
(Lily'mind '): is it an AI? It's strange ... aren't we in a game?
But if magic exists it is necessarily a game! Quite right?
Maybe I have to check this status to understand something ...
(Lily): okay, you can use magic, but please don't look, don't smell and don't touch in strange places or I slap you!
(Ryle): Oh ... ok ...
I removed the blanket and showed my wet jeans, the biggest stain was on the back but it was probably enough to just touch the item of clothing, I was an embarrassing situation, even if I was convinced I was in a game.
I also noticed that my hair had changed color, from brown to purple, I didn't notice.
(Lily): how long does it take? You have been touching me for 2 minutes and nothing happens ... hurry up please, it's embarrassing!
(Ryle): calm down! Don't decentralize me, I haven't even activated the magic yet! It takes time ... wait at least another 2 minutes!
(Ryle'mind '): how strange it usually takes me less to visualize [soft wash] will it be because of the embarrassing situation?
After a while that Ryle was trying to activate the spell I noticed that the chat icon was flashing and then I opened it.
(Chat): Does the human subject [Ryle] want to use a spell on you, consent?
[YES] or [NO]
I immediately chose [YES] without thinking about it, I wanted to end that embarrassing situation.
(Ryle): ■■■■ [soft wash]
My legs that had completely stopped tingling and felt sticky especially on the lower back became clean after Ryle emitted strange verses that looked like high-speed singing or speaking.
(Lily'mind '): is this the magic? Fantastic!
(Ryle): good! Now we can do this status check!
(Lily): ok, come on! Anyway, can you tell me how I can activate the magic? Is there a mission to do or do I just have to level up?
(Ryle): oh ... so you know what the level is? So you made fun of me?
(Lily'mind '): oops! I hadn't realized yet that I was in a game before, it all seems too realistic ...
(Lily): sorry, I forgot!
(Ryle): okay, anyway you are suspicious, let's go check please, be careful of the step when you go out the door!
(Lily): yes, ok but so how do I activate the magic?
(Ryle): it depends on your status and your skills obviously, come on let's go now.
I left the room with Ryle and we went down the spiral stairs to a kind of cellar illuminated by a purple light that did not seem to come from anywhere, in the room that looked like a laboratory of a fairy tale wizard or a mad scientist chemist, there is they were books, ampoules, tables, phosphorescent stones, flowers and a lot of other things, it was really fantastic, on a wall there was a dark mirror which instead of reflecting the light seemed to absorb it.
(Ryle): see that's the mirror of truth, now touch it and show me your identity!
(Lily): o ... ok ...
I was afraid but I immediately calmed down because I was convinced it was a game.
As soon as I touched the mirror I felt as if covered with a gelatinous patina, it was truly realistic.
(Chat): does an artifact want to access your status, allow?
[YES] or [NO]
I chose [YES] in thought
(Chat): is it impossible to log in until you accept the other requests, accept everything?
[YES] or [NO]
As in an account creation where you should read an infinite number of terms and conditions, I ignored everything and chose [YES].
(Chat):
.
[unique skills] unlockable;
[hidden status] added;
[easy mode] enhanced;
.
.
.
[legacy of Emily] obtained;
[status of Emily] added;
Unique skill [Space unit transfer] available;
.
.
.
[MAX LEVEL] reached;
[Race increase] × 99;
Unique title: [she who exceeds all limits] obtained!
In the chat an infinite column of minor voices (for the most part acquired skills, titles and power-ups) began to flow, I did not want to read and then temporarily deactivates the chat, meanwhile on the mirror that now became transparent what appeared publicly it would have been my status:
[ID]: Lily White
[Race]: human
[Age]: 17
[Level]: 25
[Titles]: [She who wets the bed]
[Work]: none
[Hierarchy]: common
I blushed slightly for the embarrassing title and now I noticed mirroring that my appearance had changed, in addition to the purple hair I could notice that I had a prettier nose and big purple eyes, my breast had also grown at least one size, surely I was more attractive as before, also the jeans that I thought no longer had traces of my accident showed a slightly visible halo.
As I watched what was left of my previous accident, I saw a flashing writing in the right corner:
(Notice): 2 × [inherited inventory] acquired, do you want to redeem?
[YES] or [NO]
I chose [YES] but I didn't see anything happen because I had disabled the chat.
(Lily'mind '): strange, the things written in the mirror do not correspond well to what I read in the chat ... also I don't know why but I have a strange feeling ...
(Ryle): Level twenty-five! You have a fairly high level ... I didn't think you were so strong, are you an adventurer by chance?
I turned to Ryle and on his head, I read [level 23]
(Lily'mind '): who knows how I should answer ... I'm probably not an adventurer and I don't feel like telling lies ...
(Lily): no, I'm sorry to disappoint you but I'm not an adventurer ...
An instant after I said it I felt like an impulse as if I felt the buzz of an insect near my ear similar to a feeling of light fear, I turned suddenly I found myself a dagger pointed at the throat, I remained completely motionless.
~ psshhh ~
I probably lost a bit from sudden fear and I could feel a slight humility on the crotch of my panties, probably a wet stain was also visible on my jeans.
(Fox woman): Who are you? Compared to last night, your mere presence makes me freeze their blood!
The fox woman in front of me was frightening, her red eyes and protruding canines together with the bright red blade of the dagger pointed at my throat instilled an intense fear that I had rarely experienced before, however, I could not help but notice how fascinating she was, his human face with perfect features and his golden fur shone under the soft and mysterious soft light, moreover, the fear I felt was drastically reduced when I remembered that I was probably in a game, also I noticed that Ryle was no longer nearby.
(Lily'mind '): damn it! Will it kill me? I do not know what to do...
But then I realized that she was probably more afraid of me.
(Lily'mind '): wait ... is she maybe ... shaking !? are you scared of me?
reading above her I also read her level [82] and thought that although I was [Max Level] on the mirror I read [25].
Looking at it better I realized that in his face there was fear besides his anger, his legs also trembled.
(Lily): hem ... wait, are you the "mistress" that Ryle told me about? Don't hurt yourself, after all, I want to thank you for bringing me here after finding me in the woods ...
(Fox woman): don't even try to deceive me and show me your true level and who you really are!
(Lily'mind '): probably my level is higher than you read on the mirror and this fox woman can somehow see that I'm hiding it.
(Fox woman): from your silence can I deduce that you didn't wait to be discovered?
(Lily): no, it is that ... you see I am not yet practical of how the game mechanics work and therefore if you want to see who they really are you will have to wait for a little ... in the meantime could you lower the blade, please? It makes me uncomfortable as it looks really realistic ...
(Fox woman): from what you say it seems that you are pretending to be a hero summoned from another world ... don't fool me! I just tried to see myself telling the truth with the [lie detection] spell but it looks like it can't activate magic on you, how do you explain this to me?
After the fox woman said this it occurred to me that Ryle couldn't clean up my jeans, so I opened the chat again and read the latest rumors:
(Chat):
The Foxkin [Tarasha Tawakhir] use the skill [Coercion];
[Coercion] skill obtained;
[Coercion resistance] skill gained;
The [all-knowing eye] artifact was destroyed after attempting to access your status
The Foxkin [Tarasha Tawakhir] use the skill [death threat];
Death threat skill gained;
Threat resistance gained;
(Lily'mind '): apparently, if they use a skill on me I get the skill and resistance to it ... it's comfortable, it seems almost illegal ...
I kept reading the chat
(Chat): The Foxkin [Tarasha Tawakhir] wants to use the [lie detection] spell on you, agree?
[Yes] or [No]
I decided to choose [Yes].
(Fox woman): it looks like my spell has activated now ... did you say something about a fair game before?
(Lily): it activated because I consented to the activation request in the chat ...
(Fox woman'mind '): she said "chat" and "game", in addition, she has the ability to resist a high-level spell ... also ... [Level 25] ... there is no doubt...
(Fox woman): girl, are you a person transported from another world?
(Lily): hem ... is it a code to identify among the players?
(Fox woman): girl, I can assure you that as much as what you find around it may seem like a game is 100% real, I know because I have dealt with both reincarnated and transported ... once I also witnessed the evocation of a hero.
(Lily'mind '): however realistic what I have seen so far I cannot understand how such a thing is possible ...
(Fox woman): you don't believe me? I read it in your eyes, I assure you that it is perfectly normal for people from other worlds to believe that it is a dream or a game.
The summoned heroes usually take a month to settle in, the reincarnates instead die and meet God who explains the whole situation to him, unfortunately, the transported are the most difficult cases they believe in their situation, the latter usually end up killed by monsters or commit suicide because they can't get out of the dream ... their appearance is usually characterized by purple-colored hair and their basic level is 25!
(Lily): it could be the truth ... after all, it is too realistic to be a game or a dream ... but my logic does not allow me to believe such an affirmation so easily ...
(Fox woman): if you are a transported person you should have something called [inventory] right?
Later I found two letters in the inventory, one from a certain God Khelthux and one from my friend Emily, the latter broadly explaining the situation I was in, giving me advice on how to live in this world, advising to learn the magic and to exploit the power I had, warning me not to go against the gods and not to divulge modern technology, in the end, it ended with the promise that we would see each other again in the future and that waiting for that moment I could enjoy this world with tranquility Fantasy.
Once convinced that I am not in a simulation or that I am dreaming I learned how the menu, status, and map, I also understood that I could change my public level to my liking, I decided to temporarily set it to 99 to justify how resisted the skills and magic of the fox woman who later introduced herself as Tarasha Tawakhir, she asked me questions about what I had in my inventory, which I noticed to be full of objects, food, and weapons, more or less like someone's inventory who had finished any RPG and who had a passion for collecting a multitude of different items.
I also realized that not being therefore in a virtual world, I had wet the bed and leaked in a real-world, this made me blush and on impulse I changed my clothes to not leave more traces of my embarrassing accidents, I noticed that I could change the dress with the [quick changing] of my inventory, I removed all my clothes remaining completely naked in front of Tarasha who turned to give me some privacy, I put on a pair of pink briefs called [Emily's panties], a pink top called [Emily's bra], a silk shirt called [water charm] and a dark green pleated skirt.
(Lily): ok now that we have clarified that I am not a danger, you could tell me where Ryle went, since I appeared I have never seen him.
I had also tried to look for it on the map but have not yet learned how it worked I could not find it.
(Tarasha): oh, since I didn't know who I was I put it in a subspace to protect it.
Suddenly Ryle reappeared from nowhere, Tarasha and I explained the situation to him in outline, and then we also discussed with him until the evening.
I learned that in this world there were 116 weeks of 6 days, so one year had 696 days and each of them lasted 26 hours instead of 24 hours and that at the moment we were in the 19 hours of the day, therefore almost at sunset.
We ate all three together, the dinner was made up of a single dish, similar to a mixed vegetable soup, after eating a spoon the easy way started to analyze it, it annoyed me and therefore I deactivated it, I also realized that without the easy mode it activates my sense of taste and smell develop at various levels, for example, the soup which was not bad after the deactivation of the easy mode seemed very good.
(Lily): Tarasha, you are and have been a strong sorceress and warrior right?
(Tarasha): I don't claim to be the best but I'm obviously powerful enough, why?
(Lily): Well I would like to explore this world and to do it I would have the basis on how to survive.
(Ryle): Do you want to explore the world? Do you mean that you will become an adventurer?
(Lily): and why not? So Tarasha would you be willing to teach me?
(Tarasha): for me there is no problem, I am curious to find out what the potential of an abnormal transported person like you is after all.
(Ryle): But, my mistress, you promised tomorrow that we would hunt a demon together ...
(Tarasha): oh Ryle, I'm sure you can wait another week, after all, it was too early anyway ...
Don't think about skipping training though!
(Ryle): As you wish ...
From how he looked at me in the next time, Ryle seemed envious but not very much.
After dinner, I went to sleep on Tarasha's advice, who promised me that the next morning he would give me some bases on fighting and monsters following my declaration of wanting to become an adventurer and explore this world.
Before going to sleep, in addition to reactivating the easy mode and changing my clothes again, I looked at my inventory and I could not help ordering the weapons and items acquired from the inheritance well, I felt happy, rich and powerful but even a little cheater with everything I had acquired without any apparent merit, it was all so beautiful, I saw the titles that had been assigned to me, from [the one who wets the bed] to [the one who exceeds all limits] and the skills I had learned.
The thing that intrigued me most was the magic but I had no idea how to use it, I was attracted by the [magic globe] and the [sacred tome] that I had in the inventory, in the description it was written that infusing the power of the soul in them you could learn the spell, I wasn't in the skin, I wanted to do a myriad of things but I also wanted to sleep to be careful the next day.
Before going to sleep, I remembered that time I got an account of an MMORPG game in a closed beta from another player who had spent many months playing and therefore had obtained a high level and an inventory full of rare items. Obviously, it wasn't the same as finding yourself in a fantasy world but the feeling of being a cheater was the same.
After this thought, I closed my eyes and since the interface and the chat didn't make me sleepy, I decided to temporarily disable them together with the easy mode, and finally, I fell asleep.
(Tarasha): Girl, wake up, it's dawn, let's hurry otherwise all the high-level monsters in the woods will go to sleep!
I woke up with Tarasha's words, the first thing I noticed was the need to pee and more.
(Lily): where is the toilet?
(Tarasha): hem ... unfortunately, there is no one in this refuge, you will have to go outside, do you have an armor in the inventory? No matter how strong a [level 99] is, I don't think you would be unharmed without having skills or magic ...
Although I had a strong need to go to the bathroom I could not help but notice Tarasha's light robes, they were of a vermilion-colored fabric, tight enough to highlight its splendid curves which were accentuated more by the white band that had in life to which a small black bag was tied, but I had no time to admire them.
(Lily'mind '): I have to go to the bathroom!
(Lily): I think I have armor in the inventory, a second, I get dressed and I'm ready to go!
I really needed to pee, after all, I didn't go to the bathroom since my previous awakening, if I ran my hand over my abdomen I felt swollen probably because of the fullness of my bladder: "it's a miracle that I didn't wet the bed in my sleep" I thought, moreover, I also felt a moderate fullness in the bowels, it was probably at least 4 days that I didn't take a dump.
I desperately searched the inventory of suitable clothes to go out into a forest full of monsters, all while I had one hand on my thigh and the other firmly inserted into my groin.
(Lily'mind '): I have to choose quickly otherwise I will have another accident ... but I must be careful not to wear too overpowered or too expensive clothes, I need something medium ... as Emily advised me.
I could not concentrate too much because of my need, I felt my mind almost split in trying to stay focused and leave neither a drop nor a small fart to leave my body.
Eventually, I left Emily's underwear on and put on an armor [Armor of the black dragon], it was a black armor that included a skimpy black top, a medium-length skirt and shiny leather ankle boots, I chose it because it wasn't a magical object but still gave fair protection.
(Tarasha): hey ... but ... how the heck did you get such a thing ...
Tarasha looked frightened again before me: "I probably exaggerated ..." I thought.
Tarasha didn't even notice the pee dance I was doing, which further delayed my relief.
We went down the spiral stairs and left the house, around me I saw a multitude of trees and plants of various colors that shone with the first light of dawn and that almost made me forget my urgent need.
~ prrffft ~
Until a dry fart reminded me of my situation.
(Lily): oh sorry, could you wait a moment, please ?!
(Tarasha): don't worry, go ahead ... but watch out for the monsters!
I didn't even answer, I sprang behind a bush with some droplets of urine dripping between my legs, spread my legs and lowered the panties I went down into a squat and I began to pee at full strength, obviously being careful not to splash my skirt too much.
~ psssssssssss ~
about a minute passed and my flow was reduced to a thread, until it stopped completely, now that I was calmer I heard the pleasant song of the birds and the scent of the flowers which obscured the smell of the vapors of the pee puddle.
~ frrt ~
A mischievous fart warmed my buttocks and reminded me that I had not yet finished my business.
Once I finished releasing the bowels I felt incredibly relaxed, emptied of my problems, it was a fantastic feeling to go and do my needs so outdoors like a fantasy world, almost exciting.
(Tarasha): Lily! Alright?
And while I was enjoying my moment Tarasha screamed my name and ruined the atmosphere.
(Lily): yes! Wait a moment and I'm coming!
I took some pieces of cloth from my inventory and cleaned myself, then I looked at the panties that I still had wrapped around my legs, they had a small dark pink stain but nothing that would not dry quickly, I pulled them up, I put leaves to cover the area where I made my needs and washed my hands with a bottle that I had in the inventory.
It was not the first time
(Lily): here I am, sorry if I made you wait, so what can you teach me?
(Tarasha): it's up to you, you said you want to be the right adventurer?
(Lily): yes, I would like you to explain to me how magic is used!
(Tarasha): oh, do you attract spells?
(Lily): yes, I would like to become a magician!
(Tarasha): well, then first of all could you tell me how much mana and soul power you have?
(Lily'mind '): I must be careful to say something credible ...
I went to my status and checked my statistics:
{Lily's Stats [MAX Level]}
[Health Points]: 999+
[Health recovery]: MAX
[Vitality]: 999+
[Stamina]: 999+
[Stamina recovery]: MAX
[Resistance]: 999+
[Mana point]: 999+
[Mana Recovery]: MAX
[Magic resistance]: 999+
[Soul authority]: MAX
[Power of the soul]: MAX
[Brain power]: 999+
[Come on]: 999+
[Agility]: 999+
[Dexterity]: 999+
[Vision]: 999+
[Self-check]: 999+
[Bladder]: 100
[Bladder fullness]: 4%
[Bowels]: 100
[Bowels fullness]: 2%
I wondered why they were present in separate statistics such as [Bladder] and [Bowels], however, it didn't take a genius to understand that my statistics were far beyond very good and therefore I didn't know how to answer: "maybe I should activate the easy mode "fortunately I thought.
Once activated a mini description appeared next to my statistics, thanks to it I understood that the average human being [level 10] had about 30 [MP], the soul power, however, was more mysterious, in the infobox there was nothing, with or without easy mode, the same was true of [Soul authority].
I also decided to disable the easy mode because I wanted to enjoy the landscape without continuous analysis or suppression of the sense of smell.
(Lily): I have 330 MP and would like to keep my soul power secret if possible.
I thought that for a [level 99] 330 MP was right.
(Tarasha): if you are telling the truth then I can deduce that you are a perfect [Level 99] balanced, interesting ... I agree on keeping secret the power of the soul, not even I will tell you mine.
The chat at that moment gave me a warning signal, I opened it and read:
(Chat):
Skill [Absolute revelation] resisted;
Skill [Absolute revelation] buys;
(Lily'mind '): Do you want to see my statistics? It seems that without the easy mode activated you cannot see who is using the ability against me, but I still get the ability, interesting.
(Lily): so what? Can you teach me magic?
(Tarasha): if you mean primordial magic or sacred magic obviously not, but for arcane magic, there is no problem, you have enough MP to also cast prohibited spells, but first I would like to ask you something, do you have the skill [Chant]?
I immediately went to check but I didn't.
(Lily): unfortunately not, why?
(Tarasha): because arcane magic includes 3 phases of casting a spell, Visualization, Chant and Activation, without the ability [Chant] unfortunately you cannot cast a spell ... apart from a few exceptions ...
(Lily): and how do I go about acquiring it?
(Tarasha): there are many ways, the easiest is to study at the magic academy and another widespread is to use a sealing object with the ability inside, the latter, however, is rare and its cost is high, probably it even costs more than the dragonic armor you wear.
(Lily): What if I teach you the skill without having to go to the academy?
(Tarasha): it wouldn't be a problem for me but it takes years to learn [Chant], it's not that simple, as far as I'm concerned I recommend you train with a weapon and then learn magic.
(Lily'mind '): 2 years is too long ...
(Lily): okay, so what weapon would you recommend me to use?
(Tarasha): I see that you understand when it is not necessary to insist, as far as the weapon is concerned, obviously it depends on you, which weapon would you like to use?
As far as I am concerned, I am skilled with both the ax and the long broadsword so if you choose one of the two I can help you more easily to learn the necessary skills.
(Lily): I like the greatsword, so let's start?
(Tarasha): Do you have a sword in your inventory?
(Lily): yes most likely I have it ...
(Tarasha): well, get it out.
While I was looking for one of the various swords, one who had statistics on average Tarasha took from the bag that had tied a broad green metal sword at the waist as long as its height and with a width and thickness that made it seem truly imposing.
(Lily): nice sword ... also ... is that bag bottomless?
(Tarasha): I see you have an eye, yes this is a sword it is called made with ancient elven techniques and it is made of orichalcum, it is an enchanted bag with space magic, obviously, it has a capacity limit.
In the end, after comparing several swords for more than a minute, I took out a simple enchanted steel sword, Tarasha's reaction was like what I would have had in the previous world if they had promised me the last smartphone as a gift and had presented themselves with a model from the previous year and second-hand, of course, I was happy because I didn't want to catch the eye.
(Tarasha): I see that you have your weapon, to acquire the skill just train or kill an enemy with the aforementioned weapon, however perfecting it is difficult, there are two ways, the first is to use the experience and the second is increasing level, obviously, you who are already [Level 99] will struggle in both things, as regards the experience it is difficult to accumulate at high levels, also I do the extreme effort, as regards the level up it is rumored that for a human or semi-human to pass level 99 is impossible ...
Obviously, I was not level 99 since I had no problems entering a number thousands of times greater, but this thing was comfortable in certain points of view, also I went to my status and took a look in the skills area, in addition to the skills I had I could notice that I had a practically infinite reserve of experience, I tried to enhance the unique skill [Space unit transfer], I noticed that skill had 10 levels of enhancement and that even by maximizing the skill my experience points did not conceal in the least.
(Lily): it's not a problem, I just need to learn the skill, so to hang it I just need to kill a monster with this sword?
(Tarasha): yes, for one of your level monsters in the vicinity should not be a problem even without magic or skills, the only being that probably can damage you is a greater Demon or a dragon but in my whole life they are beings rarely appeared.
(Lily): shall we go then?
(Tarasha): yes, let's see if you can keep up with me!
Tarasha suddenly shot in the middle of the woods, her movements were perfect, thanks to my statistics I didn't make the slightest effort to run after her but thanks to my abnormal sight I could see how perfect her movements were, every step in the middle of the trees seemed to be expected 10 steps first.
(Tarasha'mind '): he manages to stay behind me, incredible ... the people transported are unfair ...
While we were running in the forest I saw many animals that I knew like deer and wild boars, and foxes but also animals that I had never seen as a large spider that made me shiver.
(Lily'mind '): I wonder where we are going, running at this speed we would have traveled a very long space ...
(Lily): Shouldn't I learn to use the sword?
I asked after I approached Tarasha who stopped
(Tarasha): I thought I'd take you for a ride through the woods, do you like it?
(Lily): it's gorgeous!
(Tarasha): And anyway you didn't acquire skills while running? Normally you should get the [Fast step] skill just by running, also running at a similar speed I wouldn't be surprised even if I had obtained directly [Flash step] together with some high-sounding title ...
(Lily): I didn't get any skills or titles ...
(Tarasha): normally for a person with few abilities it is enough to perform actions that put them in difficulty for
(Lily): Well, I had no problem running, maybe that's why I didn't get the skill ...
(Tarasha): no problem !? Nobody could stand behind me without magic or skill!
(Lily): I don't know what to tell you ...
(Tarasha): Okay now I'm going to stop surprising myself, however, there is little time, let's hurry!
(Lily): little time for what?
(Tarasha): to make the danger of this world-known at Level 99 you need a dungeon, in the center of the woods there is one and the door remains open only during sunrise, for this, we must hurry!
(Lily): a dungeon? Not serving the preparations to enter it?
(Tarasha): oh, don't worry, I prepared everything myself, however, we won't go deep, I just want to show you what kind of beings populate this world!
(Lily'mind '): I don't really mind at all, I have always loved dungeons and mazes full of monsters where you can level-up safely, even if they are maximum level ...
Tarasha and I arrived at the entrance of the dungeon, it was a simple hole 10 meters (33 ft) in diameter with 4 pillars on the sides and which had inside a spiral staircase of white marble, as soon as I put my foot on the first step the map changed, unlike before it was also completely empty, probably because it was an unknown place where I had never been.
(Tarasha): ■■ [luminary]
A globe of light formed in front of us.
(Lily): wonderful!
(Tarasha): it is simple basic magic, it will be useful since the dungeon in some areas is completely dark.
We started to go down the stairs and shortly after I heard an uproar rumbling and a cold current of upward wind lifted my skirt exposing my panties.
(Lily): what's going on?
(Tarasha): probably the entrance has closed ...
(Lily): wait for what?! ... are you serious? So we got stuck?
(Tarasha): maybe I should have told you that we would spend the whole day here ...
(Lily): well, it certainly wouldn't have made me unhappy!
I said that even though the idea of exploring a real dungeon filled with excitement.
(Tarasha): let's go, once you get to the tenth floor we will have a nice camp where to have breakfast!
(Lily): I agree very much, I really want to learn some skills!
We finished going down the stairs and we started walking through the tunnels, on the sides of them the colored crystals reflected Tarasha's sphere of light, it was truly a dream show, after a while, I finally saw a monster that could be attacked with the sword to acquire the ability.
(Tarasha): Do you see Lily?
Tarasha pointed to a bear-sized creature, he was turned away from us but we could still see the length of his claws sticking out from the sturdy arms covered with thick brown fur, however despite the imposingness of his body he was only level 16.
(Lily): yes!
(Tarasha): it is a giant mole, it is not a particularly dangerous monster, it is blind but manages to orient itself with the sense of smell and hearing if there is one, there are probably many others nearby, for two of our level even a hundred of them could not bother us in the least, but whatever the opponent we meet, I recommend you pay close attention!
(Lily): I understand, maximum attention!
(Tarasha): Now attack that mole, let me see how you handle that broadsword.
After Tarasha's recommendations, I squeezed my weapon tightly and with a light step I approached the mole, it practically ignored me until I was right behind it, all the time I continue to dig the rock but when I was behind it turned and with the sharp claws probably tried to cut my neck, of course, I dodged the blow with extreme ease but nevertheless, one or two droplets left my bladder and moistened the crotch of my panties, it did not matter that the level of this monster was lower than that Tarasha or mine, the appearance and size of the monster scare me enough.
But the small insignificant accident made my blood boil, mostly from embarrassment.
Once I dodged the cops, I tightened the sword again and with an oblique swing I cut the mole in two parts, this emitted a suffocated and torn scream before falling to the sun with a thump that almost shook the ground, I remember that I thought: "that sucks "at the sight of the blood that sprinkled the floor but I recovered immediately.
(Tarasha): congratulations, an excellent cut, have you learned any skills?
(Lily'mind '): I hope I have no way of seeing that my bladder has betrayed me against an infinitely weaker monster than me!
(Lily): unfortunately, it would seem not ...
I read the chat for any unlocked skills but found nothing, to be sure I checked the list of skills but nothing new.
(Tarasha): so if you don't need them you don't learn them ... to get you some skills we have to find a way to put you in difficulty ...
(Lily): but basically, if I'm not in difficulty I don't need the right skills? Let's not worry too much, let me see rather the beauty of this dungeon or some other monster!
(Tarasha): you're right ... I reasoned based on common sense that tells me that without basic skills you can't stay, but in the end, you're right, when you need it you will get the skills you need.
Now be careful, they surrounded us!
(Lily'mind '): you shouldn't say it with a smile on your mouth!
A large number of giant moles were arriving in the tunnel, they probably felt threatened the moment they heard the dying cry of one of their kind.
(Tarasha): you think of those in front of us, I will fix those that come behind us!
(Lily): yes!
The average level of giant moles was 20, I sprinted forward and killed 3 with a single horizontal cut, it was easy.
(Tarasha): ■■■ [light body barrier]
Tarasha put the weapon back in the bag, took a wand, and chose to use magic.
(Tarasha): ■■■ [Multiple light dart]
Once he killed about thirty giant moles I didn't see anymore, I turned around and vines Tarasha shining with green light as he launched with a wand a multitude of rays of light that pierced the moles from side to side, however, these did not die instantly and they were getting closer to Tarasha.
(Lily): I come to support you!
(Tarasha): no need, don't worry!
As soon as the moles surrounded her, she put away her wand and pulled a golden halberd out of the bag, with a swing of her right arm she cut in half the entire group of giant moles that had approached her and put to flight the others who dug holes in the walls and disappeared.
(Tarasha): I didn't want to use a magic weapon or a spell with area damage to avoid frightening them but I think the corpses are enough ... maybe they are too many ...
(Lily): what do you mean?
(Tarasha): ■■■■ [infinite storage subspace]
A wave of light filled the cave and all the giant moles vanished.
(Lily): amazing ... how can you keep all these moles ...
(Tarasha): I took them only to use them as baits later, giant moles are not profitable, moreover, the consumption of mana to keep the subspace active is not insignificant, however, we will need them.
(Lily): for what?
(Tarasha): it's a surprise of course.
Tarasha and I went deeper with other flights of stairs, we didn't meet other monsters, probably because Tarasha used some particular magic, he seemed to be in a hurry: "maybe he's hungry" I thought.
(Tarasha): we have arrived, after this corridor, we will finally be on the tenth floor.
(Lily): ok, so little time is left for breakfast eh.
As they walked towards the ramp Tarasha grabbed my hand suddenly.
(Lily): what's going on?
(Tarasha): there is something big.
(Lily): for example?
(Tarasha): it looks like a mole but its level is higher than 50, it is probably a giant mole king ...
The ceiling vibrated and a lot of sand and rubble fell, then from the wall to my right claws landed pointing to my face, I dodged them easily but the fright made me lose a jet of hot urine.
(Lily): whaaaat! What is that?!
(Tarasha'mind '): dodged such a shot without skill ... impossible!
(Tarasha): You must know that older giant moles get retractable claws.
The long and sharp claws retreated and after a while they resurfaced out of the opposite direction, this time the target was Tarasha who instead of dodging them cut them with the halberd making the monster growl that finally came out in the open, it was a giant mole of level 63, unlike the moles of before, his hair was gray and smooth, his teeth much more protruding and the burr dripped from his mouth.
(Tarasha): Do you want to try to fight it?
(Lily): okay ...
I was slightly scared but I didn't hesitate for a second, I shook the weapon and with a vertical cut I tried to divide it in half as with the other giant moles, but this time it didn't go as I hoped, with its claws, it cut my sword, and subsequently he tried to hit me with them, even if I didn't expect it, I managed to dodge anyway, he tried to hit me again but Tarasha got in the way, with his bare fingers he grabbed the claws of the monster and with the halberd he hit him throwing him strongly on the wall and making the floor tremble.
(Tarasha): Huff ... the magic of physical enhancement is exhausting! Finish the mole and put it in your inventory, unlike the ones before, this is worth a lot of gold coins, hurry up I really want to make a ... break ...
(Lily): oh, okay ...
I took a new sword from my inventory, this time a little better than before to avoid being left unarmed and I put the mole's corpse in the inventory after I gave it the coup de grace.
As they walked towards the flight of spiral stairs I could notice a slight change in Tarasha's casual way of walking, it was as if she was trying to walk naturally and elegantly, moreover, the speed of her steps had slightly increased.
We arrived at the spiral stairs and she asked me to go down first, I asked no questions and went on, once we reached the end of the stairs we found ourselves in front of a vault that emerged in a huge cave, unlike the narrow, dark tunnels and cramps on the upper floors here the atmosphere was peaceful, butterfly-like insects fluttered, there was a huge crystal on the ceiling that illuminated all corners of the cave, there was green grass on the ground and in the center, I could see a small mirror of water.
(Lily): this place is amazing ...
(Tarasha): I'm glad you like it, if you like you can go near the pond and find a space to have breakfast, I should hurry ... private matters ...
It was then that I finally noticed that Tarasha probably needed to pee, I preferred not to ask questions and leave her her privacy even if in my mind the image of the beautiful Foxkin wetting her pants like a child passed through my head making me blush.
(Lily): hem ... ok
After a slight hesitation due to the anxiety of being alone, I decided to go to the pond to give Tarasha her privacy.
She went away quite a bit, when I arrived at the pond I saw her still walking until she disappeared behind a rock. I sat on the grass around the pond and opened the skill log.
Skill [coercion]
Skill [death threat]
Skill [Absolute revelation]
Skill [Sevilathien's language]
Unique skill [Space unit transfer];
Unique skill [Self-taught];
Locked skill [HIDDEN]
To see if the hidden ability could be unlocked I tried to activate the easy mode, but no change, I tried to select the skill [Absolute revelation], it was level 1, I tried to use a skill point to enhance it and it became level 2, for level 3 ten skill points were needed, for 4 needed one hundred, etc., once taken to level 5 I stopped and tried to activate it, with a bit of concentration I managed it, I seemed to see in black and white for a moment and then everything in my view took on a different color and brilliance, the butterflies were blue and the green grass, in the distance I could see an intense purple light, it was Tarasha, I don't know how but thinking about his name its status.
[ID]: Tarasha Tawakhir
[Race]: Foxkin
[Age]: 37
[Level]: 82
[Titles]: hidden
[Work]: hidden
[Hierarchy]: viscountess
Visible statistics:
[Bladder]: 73
[Bladder fullness]: 94%
[Bowels]: 82
[Bowels fullness]: 61%
(Lily'mind '): incredible! First Tarasha used this ability on me, how strange that he can only see some statistics ...
Anyway, I was right, he needed to water the flowers ...
As I watched the fullness percentage of Tarasha's bladder started to go down and I blushed thinking about what she was doing at that moment, it was then that I noticed something, on the numbers of the statistics there was like a pointer, as if I could write or to delete.
"I could wait for his bladder to empty ... and then ... refill it?!?"
A thought occurred to me that made me slightly excited and warm my cheeks.
[Bladder fullness]: 10%
(Lily'mind '): It doesn't seem to empty itself anymore ...
I was about to rethink but in the end, I decided to try, I concentrated on the percentage and with an enormous effort I made it go up by two or three numbers, I was not satisfied and then I tried again but I could not make it go up, I took it as a challenge and I tried again and again, but unfortunately I lost track of time.
(Tarasha): what is that expression? Alright?
(Lily): Huh?
And I found myself in front of Tarasha, which caught me off guard and with the deconcentration I deactivated the spell but not before adding a zero in the percentage that made it reach 130%
(Tarasha): Ouch! What happens!?
Tarasha crossed her legs and slumped to the ground.
~ psssssssssssssshhh ~
A continuous stream of urine poured into its vermilion dress which started to form a puddle.
(Tarasha): ■■■■ [infinite storage subspace]
The beautiful Foxkin activated the subspace in her panties to avoid further damage but already after 10 seconds of flow, she was completely drenched.
(Tarasha): how did this happen?
I who had witnessed the scene was completely speechless, I knew that I should have apologized but I didn't want to confess that it was I who caused her to have an accident, I felt guilty but I certainly liked what I saw.
Her dress was soaked and shiny as her eyes where I could see embarrassment and confusion which then turned into intense anger.
(Tarasha): Lily ... by any chance you? I'm not accusing you but ... you know I just emptied my bladder and it's impossible that it refilled again in such a short time!
I did not know what to say
(Lily): Tarasha I really ... actually ... I ... sorry ... I didn't do it on purpose ...
I bowed my head to accentuate the effect of the apology and because I didn't want to meet his gaze.
(Tarasha): so it was you eh?
(Lily): are you angry?
(Tarasha): absolutely not, if you didn't do it on purpose I can't be angry with you, do you think? Do I seem angry to you?
He said it with a slightly forced smile but that still made me calm.
(Lily): sorry again!
(Tarasha): ■■ [Quick drying]
The wet stain disappeared.
(Tarasha): enough, let's pretend nothing happened, wines let's have breakfast now.
Even if she seemed calm I had the doubt that she was quite angry, this because she didn't ask me how I had filled her bladder and that therefore she already had the answer or she was thinking of revenge, obviously they were only guesses, looking at her she doesn't seem angry just a little embarrassed, after a few minutes I stopped thinking about it and turned off the easy mode to enjoy the breakfast we would have gone for.
Tarasha chose a place near the lake, from a subspace she took a table and two chairs and pulled a cloche, two cups, and a teapot out of the magic bag.
(Tarasha): sit down Lily too.
I sat on what was probably a wooden chair, the white color it had and the smoothing sensation it gave to the touch were those of marble, even the coffee table was of the same material, all with the spring atmosphere and the stone that illuminates the cave they brought me back to the times when I lived at my grandmother's house in the Alps, this made me feel for the first time a feeling of nostalgia, but the bad mood passed immediately and the joy pervaded me when I saw what was hidden underneath the cloche, while I thought Tarasha had uncovered it and now what I saw was a silver platter with a huge variety of pastries and various sweets on it, I noticed the sweets that I loved to eat in my old world, there were a croissant, a krapfen, a scone, and a danish pastry.
(Lily): Tarasha, by chance these sweets are common in this world?
(Tarasha): well, I think so ... obviously, they are not very popular because to prepare them you need expensive ingredients such as sugar whose refining is difficult and the production by spell consumes a good quality of magical power ... why are you interested? Have you seen them before?
(Lily): yes, I had already eaten them ...
I took a Danish in my hand and contemplated the skill with which they had been made.
(Lily): did you prepare them yourself?
(Tarasha): obviously, they are one of my specialties.
(Lily): well then, can I taste it?
(Tarasha): certainly.
I took a bite.
(Lily'mind '): truly delicious!
(Tarasha): Do you like it?
(Lily): it tastes fantastic!
(Tarasha): well, I'm happy both to your liking, I prepare the Tea.
Tarasha took spheres from the bag, looking more closely I realized that it was herbs and leaves understood and rolled upon themselves.
(Tarasha): ■■ [Create water]
The teapot filled with steaming hot water, Tarasha inserted the spheres inside.
After a short time, he poured the liquid which had taken an amber color in the cups, sat down, and took a croissant.
Without thinking about it, I took the cup and drank the contents in a few seconds, the taste was excellent, I didn't quite understand what herbs there were but it was delicious and perfectly matched the flavor of the Danish.
Without thinking about it, I continued to fill my cup and gobble the tea until the teapot was completely empty.
(Lily): sorry Tarasha, I could not hold back, congratulations also the Tea was very good.
(Tarasha): don't worry so much I wasn't thirsty, besides I'm glad you liked it.
She said it with a smile and a truly disturbing look as if she was plotting something, but I didn't give it any weight.
After a relaxing chat we got up from the table and Tarasha put everything away, unfortunately, I didn't realize that he hadn't even taken a sip from his cup.
(Tarasha): from here on, the floors will start from the hundredth, each level will be numbered and always decreasing in size, today we will go down by 50 floors thus reaching the fiftieth, get ready to go down!
(Lily): I'm ready ... but I have a doubt, if we first met a level 60 monster, going down so low what can we meet?
(Tarasha): do not worry, the giant moles are an exception, also what we have come down to now was not the real dungeon, but a simple entrance to it, you must know that the dungeon extends over a large surface and has more secondary entrances besides this main one.
(Lily'mind '): I understand, this dungeon must be huge ...
We crossed the whole cave to a huge statue, looked like a humanoid figure, was carved on a pedestal, and had no face.
"Stand back," Tarasha said in a calm voice as she approached the pedestal of the statue.
(Tarasha): ■■■■ [Mana transfer]
A blue aura enveloped the fox woman who placed both hands on the pedestal of the statue.
(Lily'mind '): incredible ... the statue moves!
The aura had completely enveloped the statue and after that it had moved, leaving a corridor free with lanterns on both sides, on the architrave of the entrance there was written "100".
(Tarasha): so close! I have almost used up my mana to get it moving, but thanks to that we will quickly get to the twentieth floor without having to switch between weak and annoying monsters.
(Lily): what do you mean? Wasn't it supposed to be the main entrance?
(Tarasha): it is but it is not used by anyone because, in order to enter the statue must be absorbed by a very high number of MPs, for this reason, all adventurers prefer the entrance near the capital or the one on the borders with the sacred empire of Lalostvane.
(Lily'mind '): I wonder how big this dungeon is if it even reaches the borders with another country ...
(Lily): out of pure curiosity ... how much mana did you spend to move the statue?
(Tarasha): about 200 MP why?
(Lily): two hundred !? Wouldn't it have been better for you to destroy it?
(Tarasha): it is a statue made of a particular magic alloy, its hardness is very high and magic has no effect on it.
(Lily): I understand ... you still need to recover mana?
(Tarasha): don't worry, now let's go down quickly, I want you to fight some opponent worthy of the name and maybe learn the skill.
We walked through the entrance and walked what looked like a tunnel hundreds of meters long, at the end of it there was a huge illuminated rectangular room with dozens of doors on the sides and another staircase in the center that went down.
(Tarasha): from this level onwards there will be monsters, obviously, with their silly levels, they will be child's play but pay attention anyway.
"okay" I answered
After that, we went down again, this time the room was slightly darker but both in shape and color it was the same as that of the upper floor, this time however there was written "99" instead of "100".
(Tarasha): this room is a safe place, there are two on each floor, however, to get to the next one we have to go through the territory of the monsters.
We headed into one of the side corridors to the room, they were narrower than the tunnels where we met the giant moles and therefore I decided to change my weapon into a short sword with excellent statistics, Tarasha made my way, he seemed to know perfectly how to move in these narrow corridors.
"scavenger rat," Tarasha said after turning immediately after turning a corner.
(Tarasha): die!
"Wow she's slain it instantly" this I thought after jumping backward almost losing control of my bladder.
(Tarasha): sorry but unfortunately these beings remind me of a dark period of my life.
(Lily): okay, don't worry ... anyway, what do you mean by dark period?
(Tarasha): nothing special ... it's just that during my childhood when I was still a weak and defenseless child, these rats didn't make me sleep at night ...
(Lily): in what sense? Couldn't your parents drive them out or put some mousetraps?
(Tarasha): unfortunately, my parents sold me to a slave trader because they were too poor to take care of me, but I don't want to victimize you also because this is neither the time nor the place to talk about my past, so go on!
Even though I didn't want to be indelicate, I couldn't help asking for more details, like when I liked a character in a game and wanted to discover his lore or like when I was delighted in finding a hidden quest.
(Lily): So there is still market and slave trade in this world? oh, sorry if I touched a sore button, if you don't want to talk about it it doesn't matter ...
(Tarasha): slaves are considered as commodities, and their value depends significantly on race, also because there have been laws that protect the health of human slaves, such as the one where I was born, but not being human, I do not I had the right to be subject to these laws.
It's not that I don't want to talk about it, it's just not the right time, also I warn you, among adventurers, there is an unwritten rule that forbids asking other adventurers from their past.
(Lily): okay, I won't ask for more for now, but could you tell me later how a slave managed to become a strong warrior?
"Maybe later" Tarasha replied with a smile.
We kept going down the floors for at least an hour until we got to floor 81, we didn't meet particularly strong monsters, the one with the highest level was a rock worm level 22.
In the descent, however, I realized two things,
the first is that with my stats it made no difference to fight with the level 63 giant mole or a simple level 1 scavenger rat,
the second is that I needed to pee, I had a strong stimulus even if I had freed the bladder less than 2 hours before and it was not a sort of suggestion because looking at my statistics I found:
[Bladder fullness]: 83%
(Lily'mind '): it is not possible!
As I looked at the statistics from 83% it rose to 85%, I didn't understand the reason but I knew that in a short time I would have urinated.
Being focused on my bladder doing some hopping dance on the spot and above all looking for a place where I could relieve myself undisturbed I didn't notice Tarasha looking at me with a twinkle in her eyes and a pleasing smile.
(Tarasha): the next will be the 80th floor, from here on there will be no more room to go down but everything will be confused and without a map getting lost is assured.
Tarasha spoke but my mind was focused on my bladder.
Occasionally crossing my legs I managed to reach the 80th floor, there was a round room with the number 80 in the center of the ceiling, in correspondence to it on the floor there was a column made of a mysterious purple crystal and around it was the furrow of a circle.
(Tarasha): this is the teleportation of the dungeon, activating it we would save the descent floor by floor but in addition to the disproportionate activation cost, we risk being sent to too low levels where the major demons live and where even I would struggle to survive, Lily, I wanted to put you in difficulty to unlock an ability but I doubt that even on the 50th floor there are opponents at your height, for this, I would like to use this teleport.
(Lily): Do as you want ... there are no problems for me ...
I couldn't concentrate, I had to pee
"Tarasha, before going to fight can I" I tried to ask but was interrupted.
(Tarasha): If only I had recovered enough mana to activate, I was stupid not to have thought about it ... wait ... Lily, you said you have 300 MP right? Could you give me some please?
(Lily): certainly, but I don't know how ...
(Tarasha): It's simple enough for you to do the same thing you did before but this time with mana.
Tarasha said it with a neutral and stoic face but I could see a slight tinge of red on her cheeks, which made me look down and reminded me of my growing need to relieve myself.
(Lily): okay I'll try ...
I used the skill [Absolute revelation] but I could not see the mana point statistic, so I decided to use ten thousand skill points to get [Absolute revelation] to level 6, what I saw had changed, in addition to the living beings also the rocks had taken a bright orange color, however, Tarasha's visible statistics did not change.
(Tarasha): Lily, can you do it or can't you?
(Lily): wait a moment, please.
I decided to further improve the ability up to level 9, now the colors made everything unrecognizable, I almost found it difficult to find Tarasha's silhouette also because of the growing need to urinate, I tried to activate the easy mode to try to simplify or understand what I saw, and in fact, as soon as activated everything seemed clearer to me, the color did not cover the surface of the objects but only made the contours shine making it more understandable, I also noticed that Tarasha and the column shone much more than the rest of the objects in my field of vision.
I could see all of Tarasha's statistics:
[ID]: Tarasha Tawakhir.
[Race]: Foxkin.
[Age]: 37
[Level]: 82
[Titles]: [ghost hero] [ex bandit leader] [killer] [thief] ...
[Job]: magician, fighter, mercenary ...
[Hierarchy]: viscountess.
statistics:
[Health Points]: 480
[Health recovery]: [high]
[Vitality]: 28
[Stamina]: 100
[Stamina recovery]: [medium]
[Resistance]: 27
[Mana point]: 46
[Mana recovery]: [medium]
[Magic resistance]: 27
[Soul authority]: 2
[Power of the soul]: 17
[Brain power]: 82
[Come on]: 50
[Agility]: 30
[Dexterity]: 41
[Vision]: 18
[Self-check]: 24
[Bladder]: 73
[Bladder fullness]: 14%
[Bowels]: 82
[Bowels fullness]: 65%
I didn't realize that my need to water the flowers had disappeared into the utter void.
I saw some not very nice titles but I didn't say anything, I could probably even delete them but I decided to do only what I was asked, I tried to write 300 MP but the meter did not go up more than 240, it was probably the maximum that Tarasha's body could hold.
Then immediately afterward I tried to select the purple crystal column.
Ancient artifact:
[Name]: Ferryman's stone.
[Manufacturer]: HIDDEN.
[Owner]: Dungeon master.
[Level]: 666.
[Age]: Unquantifiable.
[Description]: Hidden.
[Property]: Hidden.
Visible statistics:
[Health Points]: 25000
[Mana point]: 0
While I was reading Tarasha after a jolt he spoke to me.
(Tarasha): I'm speechless Lily ... I never thought I could do such a thing but now there is no doubt ... tell me did you use the skill [Absolute revelation]?
(Lily): yes why? Didn't you just ask me?
(Tarasha): I wanted to test you, I couldn't believe you could do such things, tell me how far did you take it? In fact, don't tell me! I could not stand the answer, however, it is incredible, I had doubts about how I had filled my bladder but I could not believe that the explanation was this!
I thought inwardly of the scene of Tarasha slumped on the ground and then I realized that perhaps I had exaggerated but asked me in a too natural way, I could not understand that it was a test.
(Lily): I don't know what to say to you Tarasha, I must confess that I didn't even realize how exaggerated what I was doing ...
As I spoke I looked at the statistics of the column and thought that probably the best thing to do was not to talk about it further and continue with the exploration, so I wrote 240 MP and the column began to shine more intensely.
(Tarasha): Lily! What are you doing!? stop! Stop!
(Lily): I really ...
Tarasha jumped towards me as if to grab me but did not have time and everything went dark.
End prologue! It came out longer than I thought... |
Chapter one: [The kidnapping demons]
Contains: wetting, farting, fear wetting, and light messing.
Lily and Tarasha were not the only ones who were in the dungeon that day, unfortunately, the daughter of the Marquis Ravenkind had been kidnapped and dragged to the entrance to the dungeon near the city of alabaster.
It was publicly reported that the perpetrators of the kidnapping were the bandits, but in reality, it was a major demon who did it.
Four people entered the labyrinth to save the Marquis' daughter before the demon uses her as an intermediary from the soul and special blood to resurrect something that should never rise again, that is, the master of the major demon, a Demon Lord...
The group of the 4 individuals was on floor number 63, moving at high speed, but they were not running, indeed they did not touch the ground but they floated and had spheres of light that flew around them and illuminated their path.
(Methith Farrowstar): Can't we take a break? Or at least slowdown? I can no longer move at this speed!
The girl who spoke was Methith, she was one of the most famous court wizards, she was level 51 specialized in wind magic and space magic, she was 23 years old and her appearance was very simple, she had brown hair and wore glasses, she wore a long gray dress that matched her silvery eyes, in her hand she held a stick with a crystal ball on the tip and with small gems on the edges.
She had used the spell [Fly] on the whole group and it was difficult to pass easily in the narrow corridors.
The real reason why she wanted to stop was that she had to empty her bladder, she didn't go to the bathroom this morning because of the haste to leave and the consequences were making themselves felt.
(Bradford Stoneland): We cannot, also because we are already late, if we stop we will never arrive on time.
Bradford was the leader of this improvised group, he was a powerful level 66 spearer famous as a hero throughout the city of alabaster, besides being the son of a count, he was a former adventurer, he was now 45 years old, he was tall and robust he had eyes and black hair, with a hint of gray for his age and had some scars on his face that gave him a veteran air.
The Marquis had ordered him to kill the greater demon together with the others and if this were not possible to do everything to kill his daughter to prevent the sacrifice being made, he had asked himself if he had to tell the others but decided not to do it above all because an additional person had been added.
(Kasrildrel Valulrehr): Yeah, because of a certain person who insisted on coming with us by force despite not being able to survive even a Lightning spider.
Kasrildrel was a level 62 magical swordswoman, she was a 26-year-old young woman with a sexy body because of the prominent curves that the armor was hard to hide, she had short blond hair, two big golden eyes, and perfect teeth.
She was a mercenary and because of her difficult past she always thought only of herself and she always found it difficult to collaborate with others, this time she made an exception because of the huge compensation that had been offered to her that is a thousand gold coins and in advance and a thousand more if successful.
She was angry because of the ballast due to the fourth member of the expedition who had followed them on horseback and who had not noticed until the entrance of the dungeon and therefore had to bring it with them by force.
(Kasrildrel): If you're not going to apologize, could you at least talk? You haven't said anything since we entered the dungeon ...
(Bradford): Kasrildrel! That's enough! It is an hour that you continue to haunt her, if you do not stop I will have to tell the marquis once they are back!
"certainly my captain," said Kasrildrel in a sarcastic tone and then closed with "sorry if I manage my life and a thousand gold coins because of a spoiled girl!"
The spoiled girl Kasrildrel was referring to was Ileah, the older sister of the kidnapped daughter of the Marquis Trustmogs, level 21 novice sorceress, she was very similar to her sister, medium in height, purple eyes and hair and a fairly prosperous breast, she was 19 years old and she was still a student at the graduate academy for advanced magic.
He felt deeply guilty because in recent times he had treated his sister badly and now he could not bear the idea that he could die before having apologized.
She had woken up at dawn and had just heard of the kidnapping by a maid and ran out again in her nightdress, managed to take a horse from the stable and followed the group that would have saved her sister without showing up until she was removed from the city and therefore by force of things she should have stayed with them, she only wanted to give help and did not want to tell her father that she would surely disapprove.
When he saw some monsters in the dungeon he almost regretted his decision but in the end, his will to save his sister prevailed.
Ileah did not understand that his sister had been kidnapped by demons and was wondering why bandits should enter the dungeon instead of hiding in the capital and requesting a ransom, moreover ...
~ psssssssssh ~
A hissing sound followed by a splashing could be heard echoing in the tunnel causing everyone to turn towards the origin of the sound.
"Why didn't we put this spoiled girl on a diaper?" Kasrildrel said in a mocking tone.
(Bradford): Enough Kasrildrel! Okay, Methith let's take a break, give Miss Ileah a dry dress and recover the mana with the potions, when you're done we leave. Try to hurry.
Methith's need, after hearing the sound and especially after seeing the enormous humidity that had yellowed Ileah's fine white evening nightgown, had increased tenfold and started to leak until she could stop by deactivating the magic [Fly], putting down his magic stick and putting his hand between his legs trying to be as discreet as possible.
"Okay, I'll dry the young lady and if possible I wish I could get away for a few seconds ..." Methith said as she rubbed her thighs between them.
(Ileah): I don't need to be cleaned up, there's no need to take unnecessary breaks! Let's go to my sister!
Ileah had to pee from before entering the dungeon, in the end, she had voluntarily surrendered to the inevitable, had relaxed her bladder and wet her panties and nightgown, she didn't care, she would have felt too guilty if she had further slowed the group down while her sister's life was in danger, she had also ignored the slight scratches she had gotten by not managing the flight spell that had been cast well.
(Kasrildrel): oh, the incontinence baby is no longer deaf?
(Bradford): Lady Ileah, standing at a low dungeon floor is dangerous even with perfect preparation and in a good way, but in the nightgown, which is wet is insane!
"If you didn't want to slow us down you had to say you needed to pee ..." Methith stopped talking for a moment and moved her legs slightly "Now come with me, it would also be good to wear light armor, Kas, we will go behind those rocks, please stand guard. "
(Kasrildrel): okay, but before you didn't say you didn't have clothes suitable for the dungeon in your magic bag?
Methith who had grabbed the Ileah's hand and was almost running behind the rocks stopped as if paralyzed, had completely forgotten the speech we had made before entering and had used the excuse of changing clothes to justify the time it would take to relieve herself.
(Bradford): How come you only now say you have extra light armor?
(Methith'mind '): it makes no sense to lie if I don't hurry I'm wet myself.
(Methith): sorry, I said I have nothing because I have not checked and I was sure I emptied the magic bag to make room for potions and scrolls useful for the dungeon, only now I have checked when I put my stick down ... sorry!
Methith said the first excuse that came to her mind, she had actually kept quiet about the dress issue because that was the spare dress she would wear on her triumphant return to town as she was sure that what she was wearing would be ruined by sure, of course, Methith knew that it was a selfish thought and that it would put Ileah's life at risk but in addition to feeling confident of her ability to defend her she could not risk returning to the city with a torn dress or in which she had had an accident, she had a reputation to defend.
(Bradford): Methith is all right, he also helps Lady Ileah to clean himself up and give him that armor.
"Thanks for your understanding," said Methith, unfortunately, however, when he thought he could finally empty his bladder: "Guys, we have visits!" Kasrildrel said in a slightly happy tone.
(Bradford): what is it?
(Kasrildrel): Troll.
(Bradford): How many are there?
(Kasrildrel): a dozen.
(Bradford): where do they come from?
(Kasrildrel): from behind us, they are about a hundred meters away!
(Bradford): Methith, give Lady Ileah light armor and keep us giving magical support!
Methith knew that he could not pee now but he absolutely could not finish the fight with a dry skirt and now he could no longer use the spare dress.
(Methith): I really...
(Kasrildrel): I know very well that you wanted to lighten yourself behind the rocks, my dear, there is no need to deny or pretend to be silent, after all, you have been hopping since we stopped and I am also sure that your panties are probably already wet!
After the accusation of Kasrildrel Methith she felt like a small shock that made her shiver slightly but enough to make her lose a jet of urine that warmed her pussy if before she considered herself still dry now she certainly had wet panties, she didn't he waited neither for his need to be so obvious nor for Kasrildrel to point it out to him in front of the others.
(Methith'mind '): That grin! He's having fun humiliating me like this! That shock! It was her!
(Bradford): girls, leave these bickering for when we get out of the dungeon, now get in training!
(Kasrildrel): immediately leader.
(Methith): take Ileah, you will be safe here, change calmly, we will protect you!
Thanks to the humiliation that Kasrildrel had given her, Methith had found the motivation to postpone her relief for a little while trying to kill the trolls quickly without having a complete accident.
Then he gave his light armor to Ileah which consisted of a chainmail jacket, black leather ankle boots, and a short white skirt.
Ileah replied with a "thank you" and stood behind rocks in an inlet on the wall.
The trolls had probably followed the group for some time but had never been able to reach it due to the speed of the magic of the flight and their size which slowed them down in the tunnels, but now they had reached them, they were about fifty meters away and they were visible at the end of the corridor before a corner.
(Bradford): they are simple cave trolls, pay attention to their fast regeneration and resistance to magic, and do not get caught, they will crush you easily.
Methith replied with an "ok" and shivered slightly at the thought of being caught.
(Kasrildrel): Bradford perfectly knows how to fight a troll!
After saying that Kasrildrel drew a sword from the serrated blade on one side and sprang forward, probably used a skill that made her arrive in front of the troll in a second and after a jump that allowed her to reach the height of the troll she put the sword in the throat so that it can more easily penetrate the thick skin of the monster which after a cry of pain fell to the ground.
(Kasrildrel): What are you doing down there impaled, come and help me!
(Bradford): Methith, what is their level?
"The one that Kas killed was at level 31, the others are more or less similar," Methith said before crossing her legs due to a sudden spasm
(Bradford): okay, keep your mana, if you don't have magical support against such weak monsters, however, stay alert, I'm going to help Kasrildrel.
(Methith'mind '): if you didn't need it you could make me pee ...
Bradford pulled out a long, large-diameter spear, came in front of the trolls in an even more swift movement than Kasrildrel, and cut two at the same time.
"Easy," said Bradford before skewering a third and piercing it and spattering blood on Kasrildrel's face who was fighting five together.
(Kasrildrel): hey what the fuck are you doing!
Kasrildrel lost a moment to wipe his face with his left hand and the trolls took advantage of it to try to immobilize her.
(Bradford): Watch out!
Bradford who saw the figure of Kasrildrel disappear in the center of five trolls panicked and almost risked being hit in the back.
(Kasrildrel): I'm here, rather be careful of yourself!
(Bradford): how is it possible?!?
Bradford turned his head and saw a sword blocking the troll's arm in one palm from him, then he returned to himself, and together with Kasrildrel he slowly killed all the remaining trolls.
In the meantime, Ileah had taken off her nightgown and stood behind the rocks with only her bra and stained panties on.
(Ileah'mind ') unfortunately, miss Methith didn't give me clean panties ... I'll make a reason for it ...
Ileah wasted no time, wiped her nightgown as best she could and threw it behind a boulder, then took the clothes that had been given to her and put them on quickly feeling uncomfortable being half-naked while listening to the growl of the trolls that came killed by Kasrildrel and Bradford.
Methith instead was now absolutely desperate, she could not take her hands from between her legs.
"The leader told me I wasn't needed and Kasrildrel is incredibly good at killing trolls, it doesn't make sense to have an accident that I can avoid," thought Methith after another hot pee leak that completely drenched her panties, divided into two streams that made her feel a sensation of light humidity against the palms of her hands before dribbling down her thighs.
Always limping with the tips of the pushed fingers of the urethra Methith reaches Ileah who was tying her skirt.
(Ileah): Miss Methith, are you all right?
(Methith): please turn around and don't look!
~ pssssssssh ~
With a quick movement Methith who was already peeing, she crouched down, lifted her dress so as not to wet it further and with her eyes closed and a tear that furrowed her cheek began to piss forcefully through her panties, and the initial hiss slowly turned into a splashing.
Ileah had his gaze fixed on the figure of the famous sorceress who emptied her bladder in front of her, she immediately noticed both the wet patch on her clothes and that she was urinating with her panties still on, which made her feel good, both because she was not the only one to have had an accident either because she has always loved spying on the maids of her building while peeing hoping to find some damp spots on uniforms or on their knickers.
"Lady Ileah! Why are you looking at me ... it's embarrassing ..." Methith said after realizing that Ileah had turned away.
"Sorry! Forgive me ..." Ileah replied blushing and looking away, he would have kept the image forever in his mind.
Just before Methith could finish emptying her bladder, a troll that had made a different turn than the others came out from behind a boulder and rushed to the poor sorceress with a ferocious snarl.
Methith thought, "What the fuck! Today is absolutely not my lucky day ..." and while he was still peeing he stood up feeling the warmth running down her legs, took her magic stick again, and moved quickly with the magic of flight.
The troll then decided to pounce on Ileah.
(Ileah): ■■ [Air cutter]
Ileah tried to defend himself but [Air cutter] couldn't even scratch the hard skin of the troll.
(Methith): ■■■■ [Void bubble]
Methith managed to use a high-level spell in time that imprisoned the troll in a vacuum chamber where he would have been blocked before he died of lack of oxygen.
When she returned to the ground Methith immediately felt embraced, thought she was a troll but then realized that it was only Ileah.
(Ileah): thanks Methith, you saved me ... and thanks also for the clothes ...
(Methith): no big deal ...
"Even if those clothes would have been useful to me now ..." he thought, looking at the extent of his accident, it was soup, especially his panties and shoes.
He dried himself as much as possible with a base spell of the magic of the wind but stain and smell remained indelible on his gray suit.
The troll meanwhile continued to hit the bubble unnecessarily until it died.
(Bradford): I see that a troll managed to get to you, how are you?
(Methith): everything is fine, also thanks to lady Ileah who distracted him for the short time necessary to let me cast the spell.
"All right? Judging by that spot you wouldn't say," Kasrildrel said grinning and then adding "it seems that our powerful sorceress has bathed in fear in the face of a weak troll".
Methith said nothing, his cheeks turned red and his face warm, he didn't want to explain how things really went and even Ileah didn't seem to want to add anything else.
(Bradford): I'm glad we're all okay, Kasrildrel, forgive me first, I made you risk getting caught.
(Kasrildrel): it doesn't matter, you will forgive yourself by offering me a drink, now let's go, I would not want the Marquis' daughter to be killed while we waste time.
(Ileah): Kasrildrel ... I misjudged you, from the speeches you made I thought you were a bad person, instead you worry about my sister!
(Kasrildrel): I consider myself a person neither good nor bad, however, I am only interested in the reward.
(Bradford): Methith, use the spell [fly] on all of us.
(Methith): ■■■ [Fly]
But after casting the spell she realized that she had forgotten to refill the mana and not wanting to show that she had forgotten such an important thing she was silent.
The group continued to follow the demonic trail and quickly reached floor 56 after killing a few centipede monsters.
(Methith): the demon is very close, for safety I would like to recharge the mana another time ...
(Kasrildrel): You didn't drink any potions before, did you? What is it you just forgot or have you not drunk for fear of wetting yourself again?
(Methith): I just forgot! I'm not a baby!
(Kasrildrel): only a little girl would forget such an important thing!
(Bradford): enough! You cannot talk about such matters!
The two replied both with "ok leader" but Methith felt humiliated, she was used to being respected whatever she did and no one except the archmage had ever made fun of her because of her noble origins, for this reason now as far as not it was the right time and as childish as she might be she wanted to take revenge, drank more potions until her mana was completely restored and then when she saw Kasrildrel distracted talking to Bradford she decided to make a little joke.
Methith was specialized in wind magic and space magic, she wanted to make her wet as it had happened to her but she could not sing spells and make it evident, so she decided to do something different but in her opinion still embarrassing, she concentrated and forced in the bowels of Kasrildrel a large quantity of air.
~ grrrrrrowl ~
A gurgling sound could be heard, followed by another and then by yet another.
(Bradford): is Kas all right?
(Methith): all right?
(Kasrildrel): all right, I don't know why but I'm a little gassy ...
(Kasrildrel'mind '): what happens suddenly ??? I feel like bursting!
(Methith'mind '): You admitted it ... don't you embarrass yourself at all? How is it possible? Did she say she was a little gassy? I thought I had inflated her bowels enough ... maybe ... I should continue!
Methith was not demoralized, he wanted to see Kasrildrel in desperation, holding himself back with all his strength, he filled Kasrildrel's bowels until he felt that the air was entering almost with difficulty, but in addition to monstrous gurglings and a huge visible swelling through armor, Methith did not see or hear anything else.
Methith thought, "How can he hold all that gas?" But immediately afterward Kasrildrel said, "Sorry but I can't resist anymore!"
~ frrraaat ~
~ pppbbllrrrrt ~
And he let go of many fartings with different sounds, obviously odorless since it was only air.
(Bradford): wow, I wasn't expecting it ... how do you feel now?
(Kasrildrel): much better thanks for your interest and sorry again! Oh, I hear another one coming!
~ plorsfbshb ~
But it was not like the others and Kasrildrel noticed it too late.
"Oops! I need to change my panties ..." she said with a slight blush on her face but nonchalantly anyway and then added: "I don't know what happened to me but now I'm much better!
"but this woman doesn't have a bit of modesty? ... or pride? ... or at least embarrassment to say certain things ?! However, I'm happy because unlike the gas that got your pants dirty it's not my fault, so she has had an accident because of him! " Methith thought as a grin appeared on her face and with her eyes, she tried to see traces of the accident, obviously not visible also because of the thick leggings.
Ileah was also feeling better, she had misjudged Kasrildrel and considered her a normal person and now she had evidence that she was not even a hero but a person like the others who had accidents at times, moreover the thought of the state of her panties after that wet fart.
(Bradford): okay, let's go on now, the enemy is close, keep your eyes wide open, and whatever happens, let's not separate!
The group continued along floor 56 until they reached a huge dark room with a length such as not to show the bottom.
(Methith): the traces disappear in the center of this room ...
(Bradford): we cannot go into such a large space without visibility!
"don't worry, I'll take care of it!" Kasrildrel said before casting the high-level spell [Extended sunlight] which slowly lit up the huge space that if the magic didn't exist it would be ridiculous to imagine that it would not collapse without supports, in the center of the room there was a purple column and around it 6 figures with a long gray tunic, they were difficult to see well in the distance but in the center of them just at the foot of the column there were 3 girls, one of them had long purple hair and the other two had a long she is a priestess.
(Ileah): that's my sister!
(Demon servant 1): It seems that guests have arrived ...
(Demon servant 2): I see them, let's kill them before the master arrives!
The six people in tunic began singing various attack spells, but none of them succeeded, Kasrildrel with a lightning movement shortened the distance and cut off the head of all six wizards.
(Kasrildrel'mind '): luckily they were weak!
"Great job!" Said Bradford, who had meanwhile arrived flying together with Methith and Ileah.
The group gathered around Ileah's sister and the other two girls.
(Ileah): sister! Wake up! Please wake up!
(Methith): Her mana is corrupt, she seems to have been exposed to a good quality of miasma ... however, she seems to be fine!
(Kasrildrel): excellent, we must hurry to escape before something big arrives!
(Bradford): not so fast, the orders are to kill the demon, not to run away!
(Kasrildrel): Do you think I don't know? But fighting here isn't a wise choice, isn't it better to face it on the surface? So sure he will follow us!
(Bradford): not so sure, there are other people he can use as a sacrifice, such as Lady Ileah herself.
(Methith): it seems to be one more reason to go to the choice.
(Kasrildrel): it's too late now, something comes, they're human!
(Bradford): they all have that tunic, they are enemies!
(Methith): on average they are level 15 but they are quite a lot ...
(Kasrildrel): I'll take care of it, save your strength to face the demons.
Kasrildrel unlike his usual fighting style did not shorten the distance but began to walk slowly towards the group of 40 people in tunic, meanwhile, among the 40 individuals most were wizards and they started to launch basic attack spells like [Fire shot] and [Magic arrow ] and also some mid-level spells such as [Fear wawe] and [Electric beam], Kasrildrel did not dodge any attacks but was hit in full by all the attacks, his high resistance to magic allowed him to withstand most of the attacks without suffering extensive damage, except for some attacks such as Electric beam which in addition to causing significant damage combined with Fear wave makes it leak a lot in her panties.
(Methith): what are you doing! Dodge!
(Bradford): He's got the situation under control, don't worry.
(Kasrildrel) ■■■■ [Over boost: Area life consumption]
Kasrildrel used a spell to empty the life of all the demon's servants at the same time to recover lost health and knock out all with one blow, initially it seemed to work, most of the people in tunic fell to the ground and the others failed to do nothing, but suddenly a black fog seemed to form in the room and the light generated before by Kasrildrel seemed to fade slowly replaced by a purple light coming from the crystal column, and from the crystal itself 2 figures emerged, a woman with a black bikini, it seemed completely out of place until you saw on his head two small red horns protruding from raven hair and a muscular shirtless man always with two horns on his head, only bigger.
(Demon woman): I see you are having fun trying to save our lord's sacrifices!
The demon man said, "Magrana, don't take those humans lightly!"
(Kasrildrel'mind ') these two seem dangerous ...
(Bradford): Methith, protect Ileah and the other girls, I'm going to help Kasrildrel!
But before he left he quietly told Methith not to let the demons see Ileah's hair.
Then Bradford reached Kasrildrel and stood in a position ready to strike with his spear.
(Demon man): they don't run away with sacrifices, interesting!
(Demon woman): why don't we imprison them and use them as nourishment for our master?
(Demon man): I agree, you keep them still and good and I will imprison them in a subspace!
"Okay," said the demon woman before turning her arm into a long blade and sprinting against Bradford who stood at the last moment with the spear.
(Bradford): not bad, but!
With a move to the right, Bradford managed to shake off the demon and with a lunge, he pierced her left leg with the spear causing the demon to cry out in pain, but something happened that he never expected.
"What's going on? Can't you pull the spear out? It's a shame," the woman said with a laugh before kicking Bradford off.
Kasrildrel was speechless, a sturdy, high-level man like Bradford couldn't have been kicked so easily.
(Methith): how is it possible? Because?!
(Ileah): What's going on?
(Methith): did you see you too ?! That shot was overwhelmingly strong, yet that demon's level is low ... level 55 ... how is it that with eleven levels of detachment it could be so much higher !?
(Demon man): you got hit, I told you to be careful!
(Demon woman): the wound is gone so it's okay!
"Bradford! Can you move?" Kasrildrel said that she had run to where Bradford had landed.
(Bradford): I think so, I have some broken ribs but with a potion, I will be fine, however, I don't have a weapon ...
The spear was gone, it was nowhere to be seen.
(Kasrildrel): How are you doing with the sword?
(Bradford): I'm not doing badly with a sword, why?
"Take it," said Kasrildrel, pulling a scabbard out of a bag with a long, fine sword inside and holding it out to Bradford.
(Kasrildrel): we have to reach Methith, without his healing magic it will be difficult to win.
(Demon woman): what's going on? Is your friend not well? Yet I only gave him a little football ... well, I will have fun with you.
(Kasrildrel): I keep her busy, you take care of it and go to Methith, I will join you immediately.
(Bradford): careful, it has a monstrous force!
"I know" said Kasrildrel and squeezed his sword and shortened the distance with the demon in the blink of an eye, the demon attacked with his arm always in the shape of a blade, Kasrildrel presumed from the short fight of Bradford that despite the enormous strength the demon he sinned slightly in speed, however, he still made a great effort to dodge the blow, a storm of blows followed that Kasrildrel continued to dodge to study his opponent well.
"Just run away! You're making me lose patience!" said the demon before launching another blow
(Kasrildrel): Okay, I stop running away, ■■ [Evil out]
(Kasrildrel'mind '): it was more effective than expected ...
The woman demon was completely paralyzed.
~ pssssssshhh ~
A long hiss could be heard as a stream of urine constantly poured out of the demon's black bikini which, despite being evident by his expression that he wanted to stop getting wet, was unable to restrain himself because of the spell that blocked her completely, preventing her from even placing a hand. on the pussy.
(Demon man): Magrana, did you make yourself humiliated in this way? I have no words!
(Ileah'mind ') So ... even demons have accidents sometimes!
"Well, so your magical defense is practically nonexistent," said Kasrildrel with a smile and a satisfied tone, before inserting the sword into the neck of the woman demon.
Unfortunately, in addition to depositing a lump of poop in the bikini of the demon because of the pain mixed with the still persistent shock of just before it did not affect and remained blocked and not removable, Kasrildrel, therefore, decided to give it up not to end up like Bradford, even if it was a good sword made of mithril.
(Kasrildrel'mind '): in this case, let's see if even a magic weapon can be efficient.
The sword that Kasrildrel took was a very powerful magical weapon that she managed to obtain by risking her life in a grave full of undead.
Kasrildrel thought she had more or less understood what kind of skill the demon had and then worked out a strategy while her she was desperate for losing her honor by humbling herself in front of a banal human.
The demons are proud of two things, their name, and their honor, and for this reason, the woman demon was now furious and longed to blow the head of the woman who had humiliated her after torturing her and making her mess herself.
Meantime, Bradford had returned to Methith who had finished treating him.
(Methith): Kas! Come!
(Bradford): we can fight together now!
With one click Kasrildrel made half room in less than a second.
(Kasrildrel): here I am!
And then he explained the plan to the highs.
(Demon man): Magrana, I know you can't fight 2 wizards at the same time for a long time but I have almost prepared the subspace, hold on, please!
"Yes, as you say," said the demon woman, feeling the bulge on the back of her bikini with her left hand and starting to move towards the group.
(Bradford): So while I'm blocking you, you will kill yourself with the magic sword?
(Kasrildrel): yes and if you don't manage to keep it still then I will help you and it will be Methith who will finish it with a spell.
(Methith): Okay, in the meantime I empower you, ■■■■ [Without limit], ■■ [Without fear], ■■■, [Speed boost].
(Ileah): I'll make myself useful too! ■■■ [Vitality increase]
(Kasrildrel): Come on let's go!
Meanwhile, the female demon was activating his skills, now he was fighting seriously.
The two sides looked at each other, the first to move was Bradford, his goal was to block the demon's movements, as soon as he reached him with a lunge he tried to skewer it but the sword did not touch it but passed through it as if it were butter, to which the demon he used his blade-shaped arm again to hit Bradford but he managed to parry the blow.
(Kasrildrel'mind '): did you change your skills? No, it is the same, it will consist of being able to change the level of hardness of his body, blocking it is not impossible.
Bradford understood this too and instead of the body or leg he hit the neck of the demon, the sword first entered as in a fluid but then stopped and became non-removable, the demon than with an oscillation tried to cut Bradford in half but this jumped in the air I always hold the sword firmly and landed behind the demon embracing him.
(Kasrildrel): ■ [Magic edge]
Kasrildrel who had waited for this moment with a lightning bolt tried to cut the demon's legs with the magic sword, this took a red color and managed to penetrate into the flesh of the demon thus succeeding in his intent and making a scream come out of the demon's mouth it made the skin crawl.
The demon now without legs from the knee down, with tears running down her cheeks and two streams of urine running down her thighs, was helpless.
(Kasrildrel'mind '): we should have fought together from the beginning!
Kasrildrel was sure of herself but hadn't considered that her opponents were two.
(Demon man): It is now complete! Thanks, Magrana, I will speak of your deeds to our lord!
(Demon woman): wait you won't want ... stop!
(Demon man): ■■■■■ (Deep purgatory subspace)
A sphere of unknown black substance expanded to include Magrana, Kasrildrel, and Bradford.
(Kasrildrel'mind '): oh fuck!
"Methith will come back to you, protect Ileah and Li" Bradford was swallowed before finishing the sentence.
(Methith): Bastard! ■■■ [Multiple air hammer]
Desperate and angry Methith threw her magic at the demon.
"I'm sorry to disappoint you but these weak spells have no effect!" The demon exclaimed before an evil laugh.
(Methith'mind '): damn it! Why didn't I do anything to stop it !? I was a fool!
Methith squeezed his staff tightly and trembled a little with anger and a little with fear.
(Ileah): Methith, I don't know if you remember it but when you were younger you always came to give me reps, I know you are a powerful sorceress! I know you won't lose it! also, I will help you as much as possible!
(Methith): Lady Ileah, of course, I remember, but how you saw that demon is immune to my spells!
(Ileah): so what? You just have to cast a more powerful spell!
(Methith): But did he say he's immune ... or maybe if ... could it work?
Methith looked at the sphere on his staff, it was a very high-level artifact with a large amount of mana accumulated.
(Demon man): now just wait, I'll kill you and then I will resurrect my lord!
(Methith): lady Ileah, do you know conjuring spells?
(Ileah): yes why?
(Methith): ■■ [Dimensional lock], [magical overlay] ■■
Intense yellow light pervaded the crystal ball on Methith's magic rod.
(Methith): use your magic now!
(Ileah): good, ■■■ [Summon wolf]
At that moment Methith used her enchant Magic absorbency which allowed her to block a low-level spell and to momentarily sing it, then she activated the [Sacrifice] ability that allowed her to potentiate a spell many times, this added the [limitless] enhancement spell used earlier allowed her to sacrifice all of her MPs and all those included in the crystal and use a forbidden spell.
(Methith): ■■■■■, [Summon primal wolf: Fenrir]
The ball and the stick were pulverized and from a yellow circle, a wolf level 70 jumped, measuring about ten meters (33 ft).
"Fenrir, obey Ileah's orders! Lady Ileah, get Kasrildrel and Bradford back before you kill the demon," said Methith before passing out on the ground due to the total mana exhaustion.
~ pssssshh ~
Although it had emptied recently, its bladder had filled up a little and due to the fainting, it poured under Methith's body forming a small puddle.
(Ileah'mind '): I promise you Methith, I'll bring those two back!
Ileah approached the giant wolf
(Ileah): demon! Did you hear what my friend said ?! Bring Bradford and Kasrildrel back!
(Demon man): sorry to disappoint you but they are dead now!
(Ileah): Liar! Fenrir! Attack!
(Demon man 'mind'): that wolf is a problem ... but this girl is ... that color is indistinguishable, besides her appearance ... there is no doubt!
(Demon man): you are that girl's sister, right?
Ileah turned to where he had left his sister unconscious, but he didn't see her, it wasn't where he left her, but in the hands of the demon man.
(Ileah): bastard! Give me back my sister!
(Demon man): only if you make that wolf feel good!
Ileah had no choice, did not know that the demon could not afford to kill his sister without a replacement, who could have been herself but never could have fought against Fenrir.
(Ileah): Fenrir, doghouse!
The gigantic wolf obeyed and stood with his muzzle on the ground.
(Demon man): wise girl choice, remember if I see suspicious movements I kill your sister instantly!
Ileah was about to cry, she was desperate she didn't know what to do, she couldn't stand this pressure.
(Demon man): I don't trust, I just can't trust! Tell that dog to shut up and stop!
(Ileah): Fenrir, don't move!
(Demon man): excellent, ■■■■, [Hell flame]
Black flames were fired from the palm of the demon who did not hold the marquis's daughter and flared up on poor Fernir who could not move and even if they did not do much damage the scene of the wolf gritting his teeth without being able to do anything reminded Ileah of herself, making her sink even deeper into despair.
She could no longer hold back her tears and also felt a familiar warmth in the area of her pussy, her panties that had just dried now were again drenched with continuous leaks, Ileah had officially surrendered.
At that moment cracks formed in the void and like an invisible wall broke as if it were glass and a figure appeared, a being with terrifying features, he had a hairy body and a long tail with a snake head at the end, his face was covered with flames and had two long horns similar to those of a ram, if Methith was still conscious he would tell anyone to run away, he was a superior demon, his level was 73, he was the right baron of the demon lord who would be was evoked with the sacrifice of the marquis' daughter.
(Greater Demon): Bhuquy! What happens, because there was a magic barrier?
His voice was perfectly the same as that of a classic middle-aged man, which made him even more frightening, he was referring to the [dimensional lock] spell that Methith had used to prevent the demon man or Bhuquy from not running away from Fenrir.
(Greater Demon): It doesn't matter, however, what happened, our human subordinates are all dead ... and that wolf, a high-level monster ... that woman passed out ... another human female with a fragment at the inside ... it looks like you've been busy, sorry if I didn't come back in a hurry, I was collecting more miasma to resurrect our lord.
The miasma was a mixture of blood and soul power of dead beings.
(Bhuquy): your excellence must not be excused, unfortunately, Magrana was killed by two other of these annoying humans, I proceeded to send them to a subspace full of demonic beasts, at this point they should be dead.
(Greater demon): well, let's resurrect our lord and master, let's go.
Ileah had listened to everything but now her mind was lost, she was like paralyzed, the problem is that she was conscious and this did nothing but worsen her condition, probably after this experience if, by some miracle she had not died in her, serious problems would have remained psychological.
"well, prepare the circle excellence, give me the miasma," said the demon Bhuquy. Holding out his hands.
(Greater Demon): No, I think about it, you've done enough, you've been good at not letting humans run away with sacrifices, go kill that passed out woman, I'll catch this little wolf!
Fenrir, who had understood he was going to make a bad end, stopped obeying Ileah and tried to bite the superior demon, but before he could even get close he was sucked by an ampoule.
(Greater Demon): You will produce excellent miasma for my lord.
Then the upper demon began to draw a circle with the miasma that had the same color as the fresh blood only much denser and brighter, after doing this he took Ileah's sister and spread it in the center of the circle which began to shine stronger, then she took the two women in priestess clothes and traced two smaller circles inside the large circle, in each of them she put a priestess and the shining became stronger, later she took the ampoule and emptied its contents to the mouth of the Marquis'doughter, the ampoule contained an immense quantity of miasma in gaseous form, as soon as the whole ampoule was absorbed it pulverized and the two priestesses began to tremble, they opened their eyes and from them came a light that was initially golden but slowly it went from red to purple, and then eventually the girl's body with purple hair began to float.
(Greater Demon): ■■■■■■■■■, [Demon god proprietary magic, Demons lords resurrection]
From the back of Ileah's sister a bull's head came out, then two mighty arms and then the body of a horse, the poor girl with the torn back fell to the ground in a sea of blood, even the priestesses passed out.
(Demon lord): World! Prepare to be conquered by me!
But immediately afterward the purple column in the center of the room lit up with intense purple light making everything bright first, then completely dark, and when the lighting returned two figures appeared in the center of the room.
End of Chapter 1!
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It's been a long time ... sorry! If it weren't for the language I'd be writing rp or fiction all day but unfortunately English doesn't want to enter my head, happy reading.
Chapter Two: [Lily the marquise's daughter]
Bright light flooded the room soon after the rebirth of a mighty demon lord.
(Demon lord'mind'): what's up?
Lily and Tarasha had been teleported from the purple column, appeared in the center of a huge room on the 56th floor and at the very moment of their appearance, Kasrildrel's spell [extended sunlight] died away leaving the room in shadow.
(Lily): It worked!
Lily was glad that her idea of overriding the column's mana amount had worked.
(Tarasha'mind ') damn! I must immediately understand how low we went down!
Tarasha was in a state of agitation, after realizing how powerful Lily really was (or so she thought) believed that she had put an excessive amount of mana in the column and consequently had come to a very low floor in the dungeon.
(Lily'mind '): what a huge room! wait ... there are many corpses ... and monsters ...
Lily with her stats giving her good night vision could see various things, from the enormous demon dead minion quality to a kneeling girl (Ileah) standing helpless in front of a muscular blue man who was about to capture her.
(Tarasha): Lily, stay close to me, I feel a dangerous presence ... Lily?
Lily after seeing Ileah's situation yes
she was rash at the demon (Bhuquy) and with a slap made with the back of her hand she made him fly in a straight line until he was thrown on the wall and killing him instantly.
"Are you okay? Did that big man scare you?" Lily told Ileah but received no response, this is because Ileah was completely upset, she had already collapsed from fear but after her sister was used as a tool to summon that beast she no longer had anything to keep her sane.
(Tarasha): ■■■■■ [wider area magic light]
After losing sight of Lily and hearing a thud that shook the room (Bhuquy threw on the wall) Tarasha lost her temper and lit up the room, which made the greater demon and the demon lord aware of their presence.
"Whaaaaaat...the...The Ice Beast Demon Lord!" Tarasha exclaimed before teleporting immediately to Lily's side after locating her.
(Tarasha): Lily, we have to leave quickly, there is a demon lord! Leave this girl and let's run!
Lily was engrossed in checking Ileah's status with [absolute revelation] to understand the reason for her unconsciousness, she cranked up values like mana, health, and stamina and quickly canceled the effects [fear-extreme] [shock] [mind loss] an of which he was a victim, there was also [severe urinary incontinence] but Lily who was already hesitant to cancel the latter was called by Tarasha and then disabled the ability.
(Lily): ah Tarasha, sorry if I activated the column, you turned on the light right? Wait did you just say a demon lord?
Lily looked around again and noticed two frighteningly monstrous figures with at their feet 3 women covered in a substance similar to blood (miasma), 2 of which were writhing and another apparently lifeless, looking at the lifeless bodies of people in tunic and The face of the girl who was slowly regaining color felt a slight anger.
(Tarasha): Yes, it's dangerous, soon follow me, let's escape!
(Lily): No, Tarasha didn't you say we were going to cast a demon? We've got two ahead, help me kill them, and avenge this poor girl!
Lily was also thrilled because she had confronted the situation with a boss fight in an RPG and was a little high.
(Tarasha): Lily ... after watching you for a day I realized you are hiding a force beyond my own understanding ... but a demon lord ... if it were a greater demon or a newly formed demon lord we would have a good chance of win ... but The ice Beast is one of 10 True demon lords, at the lowest rung of gods ...
(Ice Beast): You can know my name, so choose whether to submit or die!
The two demons were watching the scene of Lily killing Bhuquy in an instant and were meditating now they had decided to figure out who these two suddenly appeared.
Meanwhile Lily had analyzed with [Absolute revelation] both the demon lord and his subordinate, respectively level 116 and 73.
Ileah and Methith were also recovering as Kasrildrel and Bradford were stuck in subspace along with the female demon.
(Lily): we aren't surrendering or submitting and also are not going to die.
Lily picked up the greatsword from the depot and aimed it at the Ice Beast.
"insolent girl!" The greater demon screamed before performing a quick swing of the arm that had taken the shape of a large hammer, Lily dodged it easily and with the greatsword threw the greater demon against the wall as she had done with the demon from before.
"Incredible!" Tarasha exclaimed in a low voice.
After seeing that the demon had not died on the spot because it was protected by a shield barrier and that his greatsword had bent so as to make it unusable, Lily looked for a weapon regardless of the appearance since its power had clearly been discovered. (or at least partially), looking through the inventory she chose an all-white sword called [Ravenous blade], it had no enchantment but was labeled both [Magic sword] and [Trigger weapon], Lily thought it was effective against the greater demon and his shield.
(Lily): Tarasha, could you heal the people still alive in the room while I fight? If you see me in trouble please give me magical support.
(Tarasha): Ok, but are you sure you can do it? If you want I can defeat that greater demon or at least keep him busy ...
(Lily): No, alright, make that poor traumatized girl conscious again, I'll be fine, don't worry.
(Ice Beast): girl you're a hero, right? Don't think I'll be killed by a simple hero!
The Ice Beast was in awe, amazed by Lily's behavior and how she had affected her trusted subordinate, obviously having no doubts about her victory (or almost).
"My lord, you don't need to get uncomfortable, let me teach this tough little girl what it's like to see your own useless strength!"
The greater demon who hadn't taken any damage from Lily's blow was happy, plus a
probable good fight to prove his power to his lord, he felt a strong desire to make feel the real desperation that he thought was just a little girl a little strong.
~ NO! ~
The Ice Beast stopped the greater demon, his body was being covered with sharp ice flooding his subordinate with terror who on impulse dropped my knees and with his head bowed he said: "if I have offended you forgive me, my lord!"
Tarasha was also hit by the wave of terror but it did not affect her much because at the moment she was on the opposite side of the huge room where she had already brought the bodies of Methith, Ileah, and the two priestesses.
(Ice Beast): You didn't do anything wrong, but I want to take care of this human hero personally!
As soon as he declared this, the demon lord clapped a paw hard and the floor of the whole room was covered with a thick layer of ice in less than the blink of an eye.
(Lily): Did you think you were blocking me?
“Watch out!” Tarasha yelled, who had easily prevented the ice from covering her and the others thanks to a flame spell.
Before Tarasha's words reached Lily, a huge stalactite popped from the ceiling and knocked Lily to the ground, who had jumped up to avoid being blocked by the ice.
(Tarasha): LILY!
The frozen ice from the impact formed a large concentration of frost which engulfed the demon lord and Lily and blocked Tarasha's view until a loud clang swept away all the suspended ice crystals, Lily's Ravenous blade, and The Ice Beast's right horns were pressed against each other, rustling and emitting sparks.
Obviously, Lily's strength was infinitely superior to that of the Demon Lord, however, Lily did not want a one-sided fight, she wanted to learn some skills and she understood that to do it she had to need them in some way, for this she had made herself hit on purpose by clenching her fists. and closing her eyes ready to take the blow of the stalactite, due to its very high statistics, however, she felt nothing but a light touch.
"My compliments young human, now I have no more doubts, you are a hero, right? The purple color of your hair and your monstrous strength leave me no doubt.
(Lily'mind '): a hero ...
Lily didn't answer because she didn't feel like a hero and didn't want to have stupid talks with a demon.
(Ice Beast): It couldn't be otherwise! You are a hero and I am a Demon Lord, we must kill each other, for this now you die!
(Lily'mind '): The fact that I kill you is certain ...
The body of the Demon Lord i is covered with ice crystals and they have begun to glow with purple light.
(Lily'mind '): I feel a strange tension ...
Mild [pulling] and [tingling] sensations as if she had goosebumps they could be felt by Lily.
(Lily'mind '): what is this feeling ...
At that moment Lily instinctively opened the chat
(Chat): Skill [danger tellteller] obtained
(Lily'mind '): what does it mean? If a skill should unlock when you need it...
"Danger tellteller..." Lily said to herself in a low voice.
(Lily'mind '): If I need it right now does that mean that purple glow is dangerous?
Lily's thoughts were very fast, she didn't know what to do exactly, she felt slightly restless.
(Lily'mind '): Her stats are too inferior to mine to be a danger...wait, maybe?
Lily instantly activated [Absolute revelation] and re-read the demon lord skills:
Skill [Fast regeneration] Skill [ice cold resistance] Skill [human translated language] Skill [demonic language] Skill [Chant]...Unique skill [Overwhelming barrier pass]
(Lily'mind '): Overwhelming barrier pass ... can it harm me maybe?
After about a second of Lily's reasoning, the purple light became more intense, almost blinding, and in Lily, the fear increased from simple concern to mild fear.
"Well ... if it can be dangerous I just have to kill him before he does ... whatever he's about to do ...
Lily squeezed the [Ravenous blade] tightly and with a momentum strong enough to smash all the ice and crack the hard rock ground, she rushed at The Ice Beast and cut off his head with a wobble that caused the room to blow who almost lifted Tarasha off the ground who was on the other side giving recovery potions to Ileah, Methith, and the two priestesses.
~ thud ~
Everyone in the room was shocked, some more, some less.
The purple light emitted by the demon lord was instantly extinguished and his big head fell to the ground making a thud and rolled to the feet of the greater demon, whose face was warped with terror..
The lifeless body of The Ice Beast gradually became a purplish mist that was quickly absorbed by Lily's sword, changing its color.
(Chat):
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Unique skill [Overwhelming barrier pass] interrupted;
[Ice Beast demon lord] has been defeated (+ 1Xp);
[Demon lord slayer] title obtained;
A legacy was obtained;
[Ravenous blade] ready for priming;
(Tarasha): ■■■ [Dimensional lock]
"Where do you think you're going?" Tarasha told the greater demon that he was about to teleport away.
The demon now cornered with Tarasha who was approaching him and Lily who had killed her great lord with a single blow, did not know what to do now.
He decided to at least kill Tarasha in the name of his lord, from his own body, the demon pulled out a magical staff with a human skull on top and started throwing an infinite number of spells at Tarasha.
(Greater demon): ■■ [dark flames] ■■■ [explosive cataclysm] ■■ [Black lightning] ...
Tarasha had nothing to fear, she had prepared a counterspell just in case and when the first spell hit her it made her immune to all others for a short time, which allowed her to calmly heal herself from the first demonic flames and prepare her attack, or at least that's what she wanted to do because Lily screamed "TARASHA!" and threw his sword at the greater demon, this time no barrier appeared to protect him and the sword pierced him killing him instantly.
(Chat):
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[Greater demon] was killed;
A legacy was obtained.
(Lily): Tarasha how are you? Did he just hit you with those attacks? He did not?
(Tarasha): all right Lily, don't worry...rather, I thought it was not possible but I underestimated you, you exterminated them with disconcerting ease...apart from you aren't you scared at least a little? Shouldn't you be used to certain things? Or am I wrong?
(Lily): you're right, in my world there are no such monstrous living beings but for this reason, they didn't impress me that much, maybe I'm still thinking inside me that this is a dream or a game ...
(Lily'mind '): ...Also because their stats were soooo lower compared to mine.
(Tarasha): I understand...
(Tarasha'mind '): and I was sure she piss herself like the other inhabitants of another world in their early days here ... besides ... I forgot about it but after the trick, she gave me I made her drink an absurd amount of tea and diuretics...how can he not feel even the slightest discomfort ... that he is immune thanks to some skill? No, I would swear I saw her bounce on the spot and hold back with great evidence...yet she is totally calm...that she quietly relieved herself? Or maybe she's wearing a diaper? Who knows...I will still have my revenge at a more opportune time!
(Lily): Tarasha hey, what's that blank stare? Alright?
(Tarasha): Yes, I was just lost in my thoughts!
(Lily): ...Ok, anyway thank you for giving me the chance to fight both ways and at the same time save somebody in this world ... by the way, did you manage to put the girls out there?
(Tarasha): Yes, apart from the two priestesses who they had direct contact with the miasma the other two should recover in moments, actually, now I think they are just sleeping, shall we go to wake them up?
(Lily): I agree, I'm curious to hear what happened before we arrived!
(Lily'mind '): The girl I saw earlier had [high nobility] [marquise's daughter] as a hierarchy, who knows what rich prizes await me!
Lily and Tarasha arrive at the feet of the girls lying on the floor in a small area not covered by ice.
(Lily'mind '): I didn't notice it before ... maybe because of the low lighting ... or maybe because of the easy mode that blocks part of my sense of smell?
(Lily): Tarasha ... am I wrong or have all these girls had ... more or less heavy accidents?
(Tarasha): If you mean the misfortunes they have suffered, isn't it obvious? But if you mean "that" kind of accident ... it's not obvious anyway, the stains leave no doubt, right? After all ... I know you may not have realized it ... but the opponent you killed was a mighty demon lord, he could have annihilated a small nation if we had let him form an army of demons, it's normal wetting or soiling yourself in front of some!
(Lily): I understand ... so let's see, how should we wake them up? If I just shake them, do they risk something?
(Tarasha): I don't think you'll wake them up with this ease, I think we should take them in a safe place and let them rest.
Lily had already activated Absolute revelation, restored their stats, and cleared abnormal statuses except for [incontinence].
~ yawn ~
Ileah, the first one whose abnormal states were removed had woken up on her own, obviously, she was not clear-headed and her memories were vague due to the shock.
(Ileah'mind '): wow, I think I had a horrible dream ... what is this smell ... I had a sleeping accident ... wait ... where am I? Was it a dream right?
Ileah still lying downturned her head towards the figures of Tarasha and Lily.
"Lily!" Ileah yelled as she jumped in her direction and squeezed her tightly to his chest, "sniff...sniff... I'm so happy!" Where did you get this gorgeous dress? Are you OK? "Oh, mom will be so happy!"
(Tarasha): hmmm ... do you know each other?
"Actually no ..."
"And my sister!"
(Ileah): Huh? What do you say Lily ... no need to joke...
Ileah looked around the room and a drop of cold sweat ran down her right temple.
(Tarasha): Lily, she's probably still in a state of obvious confusion, after all those demons were terrifying ...
"ah I understand...hey, don't worry, it's all over now," Lily said and then returned Ileah's hug.
(Ileah): It wasn't a dream ... Methith! Where are you! Bradford! Kasrildrel!
Lily: calm down, a girl named Methith is next to you, as for the others I don't know where they could be, I don't want to sadden you but they are hardly safe if they were in this room.
(Ileah): ... I understand ... will Methith be okay?
(Tarasha): Yeah, she just went too far with the magic, with the potion I made her drink she should recover in moments.
(Ileah): ah ... thanks, if I may ask ... who are you?
(Tarasha): I'm just a woman who lives in the forest, I was showing the maze to my new apprentice Lily and luckily for you, we ran into you.
(Ileah): ... apprentice? Lily? What do you mean? Lily, do you know her?
(Lily): well ... yes, anyway ... how do you know my name? Have we seen this before?
(Ileah): sister ... still joking, it seems like a good time, look at the moment when I saw you in the hands of demons I almost died myself! You shouldn't be joking after the huge danger we've been in!
(Tarasha): Lily, I think her confusion is worse than expected, she is mistaking you for her sister ... she must have some amnesia or something that has altered her memories...
"in her negative statuses, however, I don't see anything like that" thought Lily, and then started counting "1,2,3,4 ... wait"
(Lily): Tarasha, wasn't there another person with these two priestesses?
(Tarasha): yes ... but it was unrecoverable, unfortunately...Lily, being careful not to slip, ran on the frozen floor to the center of the room where the evocation had taken place, found the body of a girl under the layer of ice and blood, pulled her out immediately by breaking the plate with the knob of her sword, once freed from the ice Lily looked closely at her face.
(Lily'mind '): Do I remember correctly? No, it's identical...
Then he turned it slowly;
"Fuck! there's probably nothing more for her to do..." thought Lily after seeing the huge gash on the girl's back then activating [Absolute revelation].
[ID]: Lilith Trustmogs
[Race]: human
[Age]: 17
[Level]: 20
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[Health points]: 0
[Mana point]: 0
[Soul power]: 28 (high)
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Skill [Space magic] (Lv 1);
Skill [Fire magic] (Lv 1);
Unique skill [Soul immortality] ...
While analyzing Lilith's body, Lily as if still in her old world tried to feel her heartbeat, thinking that even if the HP was at 0, just showing her the status indicated that she wasn't really dead, but as soon as he touched it though:
(Chat):
The Human [Lilith Trustmogs] use the unique skill [Soul immortality];
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You partially resisted [Temporary soul modulation];
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Part of [Lilith Trustmogs] soul has invaded your body;
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Most of your body has rejected the invading soul;
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The soul of [Lilith Trustmogs-fracted] shares ownership of your body part;
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[Lilith Trustmogs] asks permission to speak to you, agree? [Yes] or [No]
(Lily'mind '): ...?
With a burst of purple light the girl's hair lifted and shed the miasma that covered them, showing a fascinating purple color, Lily's hand became warm to the touch and a dozen messages appeared to her, obviously, she could not understand what had happened even though he suspected it was the girl's unique ability.
(Ileah): what's up sister? Who's that girl?
Ileah in the meantime had reached Lily, but the latter has other things to worry about did not pay attention and the words came out of her mouth: "she's your sister..."
(Ileah): huh? Lilith, what are you saying?
(Lily'mind '): Oops!
(Lily): well...
Lily didn't quite know how to behave, even though she tried to reset Lilith's stats and remove any negative statuses there were two things she couldn't remove: [corporal death] and [Miasma corruption (Irreversible)], then she remembered the last message and chose [Yes].
(Ileah): huh?
(Lilith): Thank goodness! Fortunately, you accepted!
(Lily'mind '): huh?
(Lilith): Can you feel me right?
Lily after a moment of confusion put the pieces together.
(Lily'mind '): Are you this girl's sister?
(Lilith): yes, pleasure my name is Lilith Trustmogs and as long as you allow me I will be able to live inside you!
(Lily): Let's say that I arrived here alone, I would like to know how this is possible ...
Lily didn't feel strange apart from this voice in her head, she didn't feel controlled and she was calm because she decided whether to listen or not and at what volume she heard Lilith's voice, moreover even if she didn't know exactly how he thought he could easily get rid of it if he wanted to.
(Lilith): you know ... so ... I know you won't believe it but I met a god ... and I was granted a particular power, I can't explain what it is but I always felt a feeling of tranquility in the face of danger, and today when my body is "dead" I understood why probably my soul is let's say immortal or almost ... in reality, I don't even know it but I have the feeling more than anything else...
Lilith explained her point of view while Ileah looked perplexed not understanding well, Lily finally decided after just a minute of reflection how to behave, put Lilith's body in the inventory, and said: "I'll get you back in your body, meanwhile you will me ... or inside me ... okay? ".
(Lilith): Thanks Lily, I don't know how to thank you, not that I can do it right now ... let's say that one day I will find a way to make up for it, now could you say goodbye to my sister for me?
Lily clearly felt a deep sense of discomfort from Lilith, even if the tone of her voice did not change in the slightest even with the transmission of thought between the souls, the feelings of a girl who refrained from crying because she thought she could never see her again transpired. sister.
(Lily'mind '): silly! Do you think my promise is just some words in the wind? I said I'll get you back into your body so don't be sad ok? Also, why would you say goodbye to your sister, from what I understand we two are alike right?
(Lilith): You don't want to...
(Lily'mind '): Oh absolutely!
"Ileah, sorry, I didn't mean nonsense, forgive me but I'm a bit confused, I might have some memory lapses ... anyway it's all over now right?" Lily said after hugging Ileah tightly.
"Lilith ... you made me worry," Ileah replied, eyes swollen with tears.
(Lilith): Don't take certain liberties by pretending to be me!
(Lily'mind '): mhm silly for now I'm you! Anyway, tell me if I'm acting weird okay? And above all, you must do nothing without my permission, okay?
(Lilith): You can count on me ... Lily ... thanks!
This time Lily felt strong joy and gratitude.
(Lily'mind '): don't think that I do it for you ... maybe a little bit for you too but the one who "benefits" the most is me, then I'll tell you about me in due course, now I have to explain to Tarasha what 'it happened...
Coughing sounds echoed in the room.
(Tarasha): You've finally recovered!
(Methith): w..what? To Foxkin? Where's Ileah, where's the demon? Are Bradford and Kasrildrel OK?
"If you mean the demon lord I and ..." before he could finish the sentence Tarasha found himself there
mouth blocked by a hand coming out of nowhere, it was Lily obviously, who made the classic silent sign: "shhh" with her index finger on her half-closed mouth and her right eye winking.
(Tarasha'mind '):...
(Tarasha): I was saying that I took care of the demons, don't worry!
(Methith): Thanks! Thank you so much!
(Ileah): Lily, of course, you're fast, anyway can I ask you where did you get those clothes?
(Lily): huh? Ah, these? Tarasha gave them to me after he saved me, I was going to die but he saved me and since my clothes were ripped he gave me some extras!
(Tarasha'mind '): she is good at lying, who knows
how many things she invented...
(Tarasha): Let's also say that you have had more than one accident and that I also had to give you a cloth to clean yourself and some new panties!
"... that was a lie!" Lily wanted to say it but looking at Methith's and Ileah's heavily soiled clothes she fell silent in sympathy and just blushed, obviously also because she had no plausible explanations to give.
(Methith): Did Ileah, Kasrildrel, and Bradford show up anymore?
Ileah shook her head
(Lily): You mentioned them from before, who do these names belong to?
(Methith): They are part of the group to save her from demons my lady, they were mine
acquaintances, indeed companions!
(Tarasha): What happened to him?
(Methith): They were sucked into a powerful spell cast by an average demon!
(Tarasha): A spell ... a subspace?
(Methith): yes, a copy of purgatory...I think.
(Tarasha): The situation then is serious ... if the spell was recently cast and the user is dead they are probably not in danger because the magical power that powers the demons of the subspace has disappeared, the problem is that if we do not act promptly, the subspace itself could vanish with all its contents ... I could do something myself, I don't know if the magic power will be enough for me though ...
"I'll take care of that," Lily said in a confident tone.
(Methith + Ileah): Huh?
(Lily): I meant I'll do what I can if you tell me how to help you Tarasha, I believe in you, you saved us all, you are definitely a powerful sorceress right?
(Methith + Ileah): Ah!
(Tarasha): I will do everything possible, to get them out it will take 2 spells, one to locate the link to the subspace and one to open it, as for the first one I will have to use my ace in the hole, Absolute revelation!
(Methith): Oh, how did you get such a cheap skill?
(Tarasha): This fox has its secrets, now leave it to me!
Tarasha and Lily activated [Absolute revelation] simultaneously
(Lily + Tarasha'mind '): Found it!
"Now that I have located it, the complicated part arrives, I have to forcibly insert magical energy inside it to open a hole, then I have to throw a magic rope inside it that binds to itself all the human life forms it finds and lastly I have to make him collapse on himself! " Tarasha said.
(All'mind '): complicated!
Lily began to constantly replenish Tarasha's mana pool with MP which began the procedure.
{In the subspace of purgatory}
(Kasrildrel): Hey Bradford, do you think Methith will be able to get us out?
(Bradford): no, I don't think, it's been too long, Kas, resigned they will never get us out of here, we have tried them all, now we have to resign ourselves and not waste what are probably the last moments of life we have.
(Kasrildrel): Don't bullshit, do you think I give up so easily? Have we really tried everything to get out? There will be a way, we just have to find it!
(Magrana): it is useless, as long as he is alive it will not be possible to go out, and even if he died, a wizard expert in space magic would be needed, resign yourself and thank you for not being devoured by demonic hounds just because that fool will be busy in resurrecting our lord ...
(Kasrildrel): So did you know how to get out of here? You're making me have second thoughts about leaving you alive out of pity!
(Magrana): how dare you form of inner life!
(Kasidrel): spoke the girl who messed up in her pants!
(Bradford): I'm starting to think that if you weren't of different species you'd be made for each other ...
(Kasrildrel + Magrana): shhh! Shut up !!
~ thud ~
(Kasrildrel): Did you hear?
(Magrana + Bradford):?
~ thud ~
~ crash ~
"What happens?"
(Magrana): impossible! How can anyone have such magical power!
A set of cracks wrapped the sky of the subspace and a golden rope made its way from one of them and penetrated into purgatory until it touched the ground and wrapped itself around the ankles of the three.
(Kasrildrel): our sorceress is good!
(Bradford): Methith ... sorry if I underestimated you!
(Magrana'mind '): how is it possible ... I can understand killing that bastard but our old leader could easily stand up to a hero alone ... no way!
The subspace imposed and the rope brought them all back.
(Methith): Bradford, Kasrildrel, I'm so happy to see you again! How are you? Was it hard in purgatory?
Methith ran to embrace his fellow adventurers.
~ sniff sniff ~
(Kasrildrel): Looks like it was harder for you huh?
Kasrildrel returned Methith's embrace, shamelessly touching the flattened bulge on his rear as he giggled.
(Methith): hey! It's not funny, I would like to see you what you would have done in my situation! You know there was also a greater demon and a demon lord, I think you would have passed out before you even realized the piss dripping between your legs!
(Kasrildrel): Come on, don't get mad, wait, what...a demon lord? How is it possible? Did they summon it?
(Lily): Yes, they used me as a link, luckily Tarasha saved us from passing by.
Eyes focused on Tarasha.
(Tarasha): Yes, that's it ...
(Bradford): Everything went well then, let's take Lilith to the Marquis and collect the reward, of course, we will report and get you a prize honorable lady Tarasha.
(Tarasha): thank you but there is no need, I have other things to do and now I have abandoned the cities.
(Ileah): We insist, I can't let go of my and my sister's savior!
Ileah jumped on Lily and hugged her again.
(Chat):
[Resistance limit (bladder)] exceeded;
[Continence penalty] added;
[Release] started.
Lily did not understand at first but after a moment she noticed a familiar warmth coming from below.
(Lily): How the fuck is that possible!
The pink briefs were instantly soaked and urine began to slide down her thighs, Lily reflexively opened her stats panel:
[Bladder]: 100 (25)
[Bladder fullness]: 191%
[Bowels]: 100
[Bowels fullness]: 199%
Lily didn't understand why but she was literally bursting without realizing it, she had to do something but she couldn't think of anything, she couldn't escape or hide what was happening to her ...: "unless" ... she thought of a sneakily, he used Absolute revelation to fill Ileah's bladder she was holding onto and made her have an accident to mask hers.
~ PSSSSSSSSSHHH ~
a loud hiss could be heard, it was Ileah's bladder filled with 200% that was released under high pressure in the poor girl's already dishonored clothes, bathing Lily as well as herself obviously.
(Ileah): Ahhh fsh! How bad, sorry Lily!
(Lily): sorry sister, well, now I just have to stop!
(Lily'mind '): ....... why can't I hold back !?
(Chat):
To regain control of the desired muscles it is necessary to deactivate [easy mode], deactivate [yes] [no]
Obviously Lily immediately chose yes and all of a sudden the feeling of having bowels and bladders full of the double was felt, Lily had never experienced anything like this, it was an incredibly painful experience as if her insides were about to literally explode.
~ pssshh ~
~ fffrrssh ~
~ blorrpt ~
Lily slumped to the ground just like Ileah who was still emptying her bladder and released wet farting and other small jets of pee.
(Lily'mind '): What the fuck can I do !?
Lily had stopped the flow momentarily, thanks to her incredible physical strength and self-control and was not in pain that anyone else would have felt thanks to the incredible resistance, yet she was completely immobilized, she felt defeated, at a step of total humiliation, she also tried to lower their fullness rates but couldn't strangely lower them.
Probably if Lily knew how easy mode works and hadn't had Lilith's soul in her body she could have gotten away with it, in fact, she would have avoided an accident, however ...
(Lilith): Lily ... why did you make my sister have an accident? To cover your fucking baby incontinence with a pacifier and diaper? I don't usually care but you pay me for this!
Lilith shared Lily's body and although she couldn't normally interfere now that Lily didn't have the easy way to keep her focus on isolating Lilith's commands from her body and her total focus was on blocking both exits. "Lilith had to do nothing but imagine a blissful release and gently push to make Lily completely lose control.
(Lily'mind '): wait ... you don't want to ... stop!
~ FFFBLARCH ~
~ BLORT ~
~ PSSSSSSSSSHHH ~
A glance first of pain at a last vain resistance, then of bliss at the enormous relief and then of embarrassment at the humiliation appeared in succession on Lily's face.
Poor [Emily's panties], she thought.
Lily, she had the feeling of having a soft bowling ball in her probably unrecoverable pink panties, the skirt probably hadn't been badly damaged and the boots would have dried, however ...
(Chat):
[Limit of resistance (bowels)] exceeded;
[Continence penalty] added;
Title: [Incontinent girl] acquired.
(Tarasha'mind '): They took some time to work ... well, at least my revenge went through!
(Methith): And now what happened ?!
(Kasrildrel): surely they are sisters, huh, they both can't stay clean for more than an hour hahaha!
(Tarasha): And luckily I just gave you some spare clothes! Miss, you will have nothing else from me.
(Ileah'mind '): if I hadn't given my clean clothes too ...
Lily was embarrassed and guilty about making Ileah suffer, she didn't know about the diuretics and laxatives that Tarasha had put in her breakfast or about Lilith's "little nudge" that had caused her release, she also understood that with the easy activated things like the need to go was overshadowed and she felt stupid for postponing her physiological needs.
(Lilith): Lily ... sorry, I acted on impulse because I saw my sister's weeping eyes ...
(Lily'mind ') huh? What do you mean?
(Lilith'mind '): He doesn't know ...
(Lilith): No nothing, just know that I felt a strong sense of anger ...
(Lily'mind '): ... oh ... right you see and hear everything ... Ileah is your sister and I used her as a diversion to try to cover up my stupid childishness ... sorry Lilith!
(Lilith): hmm, so ... I think I can understand you, however never do it again, it is dishonorable for a young lady to have an accident ... however I cannot deny that I am fascinated by your ability...if it ever happens I would like me I taught it ... only for ... academic reasons!
(Bradford): Okay, now we can go back to the castle, on the march!
(Lily): Wait for a second! I would like to change first and then talk to Tarasha for a moment, if you want you can start
go, I'll join you!
(Kasrildrel): Oh? Do you forget to wander more than 10 meters from me until we leave the dungeon, and where else would you find other clothes? do you want to ask this foxkin? cone if our debt is not high enough, look around, you are not the only one to have had an accident, hold on until we get to your father's castle, and don't make a fuss!
(Lily'mind '): Right, your level is low, I think it's about 20 right?
(Lilith): Yes, why?
(Lily'mind '): ok then let's put it as "public level", also, can you use some kind of archiving magic?
(Lilith): Yeah ... but I can't keep more than a few gold coins or an extra magic wand in it ...
(Lily): What about the underwear?
(Lilith): a pair of knickers should be content, why?
(Lily): No, I could never ask my savior for more, and even if I don't have any spare clothes with me, I carry a clean pair of panties with me!
(Ileah): Clean panties? Sister, how can you keep all those things? I can't carry more than one parchment either ...
(Lily): Well, you know I only brought spare panties with me ...
(Ileah): huh? How is it possible? Didn't you always say to bring some emergency money with you and that is why you could never help me get the pastries from the kitchen? Why this choice?
(Lily): I just thought I would need them ...
(Ileah'mind '): I begin to think that hiding coins have always been an excuse ... how cute my little sister hiding her little problems, one day I will catch her in fragrant!
(Kasrildrel): hahaha, and good girl, so I like you, you know that you will piss yourself and get ready accordingly, good!
Everyone laughed, especially Tarasha and Lily blushed slightly.
(Methith): So? What are you waiting for to change?
(Lily): I can't do it in front of everyone, it's embarrassing! I'll go around that corner, Tarasha come with me, I need to talk to you in private.
(Ileah'mind '): who knows what they will have to say...
(Bradford): I can't allow it, even though he saved us all now you are under our responsibility!
(Lily): What do you want to come and spy on me? What are you a pervert?
Bradford was stunned, appalled by the accusation.
(Bradford):...
(Kasrildrel): Oh come on, that Foxkin would easily be able to kill us all, letting her go for a few minutes won't cause any problems.
(Methith): I volunteer to follow them at due distance...even if I don't think I can stop her.
(Tarasha): folks, a little bit of confidence, you have nothing to worry about ...
(Bradford): You're right, hurry up though!
(Lily): ok!
Lily and Tarasha walked through the huge hall and then turned behind a wall that took them out of the group's field of vision.
(Tarasha): did you poop yourself huh?
(Lily): shhh! Shut up!
(Tarasha): However how come that girl treats you as if you were her sister and those people want to take you to a castle? What have you been brainwashing everyone? Don't tell me you're fooling me too?
(Lily): Do I look that kind of person ???
(Tarasha): No, I know I know, I was joking.
(Lily): it's hard to explain but as far as I understand my outward appearance is the same as that of Lilith, daughter of the Marquis Trustmogs and sister of Ileah, now thanks to a strange ability of Lilith her soul lives in me ...
(Tarasha): Do you share the body?
(Lily): I actually feel it more like a voice in my head, I don't think it can do anything with my body ... wait!
(Lily'mind '): does it have something to do with it ?!
Lily touched the big bulge on her rear that she had flattened slightly with the short walk.
(Lilith): huh? I? Nonono, how can you think that?
The emotions that transpired from Lilith's voice did nothing but increase Lily's suspicion, she didn't want to insist because she understood the reason but wanted to take revenge, not so much because she felt a grudge but because she was fascinated by the idea of a funny trick.
(Lily): Anyway Tarasha, apparently for some time I will take the identity of Lilith, I will use the possibilities to learn something about this world, etc., I wanted to thank you, I hope that one day we can meet again, of course, if you have changed your mind and you want to go to the castle of the marquis, we postpone the greetings until later ...
(Tarasha): no, I will not come to the castle, however, it is I who thank you, Lily, I was able to witness the defeat of a demon lord, a show that is priceless and I was pleased to meet you, now I go, I hope that one day there we will meet, you are a particular girl.
After those words, Tarasha disappeared.
(Lily): Wait ... you could have helped me clean up while you were there ...
It was time for Lily to inspect the damage, now she was alone ... apart from Lilith, first, she undid her black skirt which she placed on the floor, Emily's pink panties were in pretty good shape in the partially lit cave, the front beyond to be completely soaked and in shades more purple than pastel pink, she was very tight making her femininity extremely pronounced and visible, the back instead was totally messed, fortunately, the mess was for the most part solid but whit the big quantity, the panties are irrecoverable, also in her old world.
Lily took off her boots and slowly slipped her panties down her legs being careful not to get any further dirty, once removed she decided to put them in the inventory to make them disappear quickly from her sight, she took a new pair of Emily's panties of gray color, she also noticed that she had 6 pairs left, and after a quick wipe with a wet cloth and a dry one she put them on, put on her wet boots which gave her a squishy and cold feeling, her skirts smelly and went back to the group.
(Lily): Now we can go to the castle! |
Unfortunately, I have not written for long and this story is in my opinion too complicated to go on and badly written from the beginning, I will start another one (from zero) soon, (today or tomorrow)
Chapter Three [The Trustmogs Family] part 1
After a quick clean, Lily returned to the group.
(Methith): What about Tarasha?
(Lily) : if she is gone, she is not the type who wants to receive recognition or rewards.
(Ileah): So can we go home now?
(Kasrildrel): Unfortunately, we still have a problem to solve.
Kasrildrel turned his gaze to the chained Magrana demon.
(Magrana): What?
(Kasrildrel): It's clear that now that we're out we don't need you anymore, we can kill you.
(Magrana): eh ... no wait, now that my master has been defeated can't you free me? I'm not hostile to humans!
(Kasrildrel): Are you stupid? You tried to kill us and who knows how many people you killed, at least waiting for you to be executed!
(Magrana): but I ... I ask for mercy!
(Lily): Can you swear it?
(Kasrildrel + Magrana): EH?
(Methith): Yes, sure, I swear! I swear to Demon God!
(Ileah): but lily! Don't you remember what they did to you? They kidnapped you and used you as a sacrifice to summon a demon lord and to subdue humans ... you can't leave such a demon unpunished!
[Lilith]: Lily, my sister is right what the heck is going through your head!
(Lily): I did not say that I will free her, I am just saying that she does not deserve a charitable end such as death, she must suffer in prison for the rest of her life.
(Magrana): but ... the life of demons is infinite ...
(Lily) : well, better this way.
(Kasrildrel): Oh, an interesting idea, I support you.
(Methith): We can't risk Kasrildrel getting free, we can kill her here.
(Bradford): She can't break free from those chains, besides giving useful information on how to fight demons, I also agree.
(Ileah): But Lily ...
(Lily): Let's do it, you decide Ileah, we'll do as you want.
Magrana looked at Ileah with pleading eyes, she looked like a defenseless puppy in front of the headlights of a car.
(Ileah): ... only as long as you help me torture her well Lily!
(Lily) : oh I promise you she will remember it for quite a while.
(Methith): So ... let me "clean up" and then we can leave.
(Ileah): ... me too, please ...
Lily couldn't help but feel guilty at the sight of Ileah's ultra-soaked robes.
(Lily): I'll help you sister, come with me.
(Kasrildrel): I'll come to guard you in case there's any monster, Bradford makes sure that demon doesn't do something weird.
(Magrana): I too would like to clean myself ...
(Kasrildrel): Shut up!
(Lily'mind ') sexy ... Ileah's body is amazing.
[Lilith]: Don't think weird about my sister, please!
As Ileah dried herself as she could with wind magic, Lily admired her well-proportioned body as Kasrildrel turned her back and played with a knife.
"Do you think there is hope for" them "?" Ileah said holding a pair of dirty panties.
(Lily): ... no I don't think so.
Ileah threw off her panties and put on Methith's dress and light armor, the white skirt of her dress had taken on most of the hem a pale shade of yellow which Lily greatly appreciated.
After cleaning the group began to walk out of the dungeon, they encountered some monsters along the way but managed to eliminate them easily, Bradford carried both priestesses while Kasrildrel dragged the chained Magrana demon, Lily who could fight to not make the group suspicious was limited talking to Lilith to whom she told part of her story.
(Methith): It's almost night! I can't walk anymore!
(Kasrildrel): Why don't you float like your usual?
(Methith): I ran out of all magical power!
(Kasrildrel): then walk and do not make a fuss, we will soon arrive, here look in front of us there are the horses.
(Methith): How do we do it? We are five, two unconscious priestesses and a captive demon, there are only 3 horses ...
(Ileah): How is it possible where is mine?
(Bradford): Did you tie him up?
(Ileah): no ... why did I have to?
(Kasrildrel): Okay, then let's do this, Bradford will take the two priestesses on a horse, I will take care of a girl and the demon and you Methith will take the other one okay?
(Ileah): I'll go with you, I won't allow that demon to be on the same horse as my sister!
After everyone mounted their horses, they left for Trustmogs Castle.
~ pssh ~
A splash of urine slightly darkened the forehead of her gray panties without Lily noticing.
{In Trustmogs castle in a dark place}
An old man whose face was covered by a black mask peeked out from behind a large ampoule filled with blood-like liquid [Miasma]
(Orrun Trustmogs): I created a mercenary group to keep the adventurers' guild from agitating over the death of their members and are you telling me that those three survived?
A being made up and down with both evidence that he found himself.
(Orrun Trustmogs): So the summon was unsuccessful and my niece is still alive?
"No, from that I understand the evocation was successful but due to an intrusion by strangers, my lord was annihilated, "said one of the heads of the being in a hoarse voice.
(Orrun): I can hardly believe it ... okay, report what happened to the club, get in touch with the spiritualist, and find out who that intruder is.
"I carry out your Excellency's orders," said the figure who had now hidden his presence.
{At the main gate of the Town of Trustrifehall}
~ hsss ~
(Lily'mind '): Again !?
[Lilith]: Do something! We have arrived in the city, don't you dare to have an accident in front of everyone now that you are me!
(Lily'mind '): it's not my fault, I didn't drink anything and it's not been long since ... you known ... I think something happened to me ...
"Continence penalty" ... that phrase echoed in Lily's ears, after her bladder fullness exceeded 200%, without her noticing due to the easy mode, and she had an accident, she was given a penalty from chat.
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[Bladder]: 100 (25)
[Bladder fullness]: 45%
[Bowels]: 100 (50)
[Bowels fullness]: 31%
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"How is it possible that she has filled me up so quickly and how is it possible that she is losing control with every irregular movement of the horse with only 45%!"
Lily had this in mind for a while and could not give herself an explanation, the percentage of fullness, from when she observed it oscillated between 40 and 46, if she went up too much, a curve of the crotch was enough to make them squirt in the now completely soaked panties, luckily Methith hadn't noticed yet.
If Lily had reread the chat she would have realized that it was Tarasha's diuretics and laxatives.
The thing that scared Lily the most was the fact that despite her easy mode being turned off she didn't dislike any stimuli.
(Lily'mind '): I will not have irreparably damaged my poor bladder ...
[Lilith]: Don't worry, you can do something with magic, after all, you have a power beyond common sense.
(Lily'mind '): as I have already explained to you I do not know magic and I have no skills to adjust my bladder stats, even Absolute revelation only allows me to modify that of others!
[Lilith]: Is this how you got my sister wet?
(Lily'mind '): oops, right ... sorry.
[Lilith]: It's Ileah you should apologize to! However, it's great that you not only can see all your stats without a mirror of the truth! And you can also see and alter those of others ... really useful, I'm jealous, to say the least!
"Do you say all my statistics?" ... "and yet there are parameters that cannot be expressed in numbers or at least not with a single number ... or maybe"
Lily looked back at her stats:
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[Bladder +]: 100 (25)
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(Lily'mind '): Has that "+" always been there?
(Chat):
To access more specific data, you need to activate the easy mode, proceed?
[Yes] [No];
Lily was a little reluctant to activate easy mode after her accident, but now that she didn't feel the need to go to the bathroom and was pissing on her she didn't care so much if the easy mode was on or not so she chose. [Yes]
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{Bladder "extra information"}:
Capacity: 100 (40)
Resistance: 100 (10)
Day Luck: 100 (50)
Night Luck: 50 (0)
Breaking point: 200% (50%)
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Active Effects:
[Bad luck at night lv1-bedwetter title (She who wets the bed)]
Active penalties:
Ability -60; Resistance -90; Day Luck -50; Night Luck -50; Break point
-150% ...
(Lily'mind '): WTF !!!
In the meantime, the group had arrived at the center of the city, where the Marquis's castle stood, surrounded by thick and imposing walls, the guards opened, and once inside they went to the stables to lay the horses.
(Methith): Come on Lily, we're here, you have to get off.
"Oh yeah there," replied Lily, absorbed in her statistics.
As soon as Lily's feet hit the ground:
(Chat)
[Resistance limit (bladder)] exceeded;
Punishment: [Full release]
(Lily'mind '): huh?
[Bladder fullness]: 50%
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~ pssssss ~
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48%
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(Lily): Huh?
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47%
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Lily of course instantly deactivated the easy mode but unfortunately despite her pressing with both hands she could not help but slow the flow.
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45%
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(Methith): Is everything okay? Did you hurt yourself on the way down?
(Lily): ...
(Ileah): All right?
[Lilith]: There's nothing you can do about it now, crouch and finish.
"..." Lily did not know what to do, her gray panties were now more than wet and the heat between her thighs testified that she had still had an accident.
After two good seconds of reflection and another percentage lost, he decided to heed Lilith's advice, squatted right next to Methith and the horse, spread her skirt and crossed her panties, let go, the dirt of the stable absorbed easily Lily's steaming flow without leaving puddles, even the smell of urine was almost absent, the only ones things from which you could see what was happening were the steam produced by the hot waterfall, the muffled roaring sound, and Lily's expression.
After less than twenty seconds the release was over, by now everyone had noticed, Magrana and Kasidrel suppressed a laugh as Ileah stared at the last drops that disappeared into the ground.
~ sssshhh ~
(Lily): ... ahh, I really had to go, sorry for the unfortunate sight, now let's go inside I'm sleepy!
Lily decided to completely ignore her soaked knickers and the astonished looks of the others, she turned and walked in what she thought was the right direction.
[Lilith]: hahaha, I was mad because you made me look like a little wetting girl but this is a great show!
(Kasidrel): hahaha, well, come on, I want to eat something and go to sleep!
Ileah and Methith were perplexed.
{In the castle reception room}
A short woman in a maid's uniform after knocking entered a room where a man in royal robes and a very beautiful, purple-haired woman were talking to an elderly gentleman in armor.
(Melielth): Lord Isaac, the mercenary group has returned!
(Chief of the guard): Oh? Is Miss Ileah also with them?
(Melielth): Yes, they came back with the horses, they also brought back Miss Lilith, everyone seems to be fine.
(Isaac Trustmogs): Great, let them in, Lorelaine and I will meet them in the great hall.
(Chief of the guard): Certainly my lord!
The chief of the guards with Melileth left the room.
(Lorelaine Trustmogs): ... They all survived ... incompetent demons, Sir Orrun will be furious ...
(Isaac Trustmogs): Furious? Hahaha, do you think my dad is sorry?
(Lorelaine): I think so since he even chose a rescue group that he was sure he couldn't escape from the dungeon and that if he died he wouldn't alarm anyone, plus the demons won't want that thing back again?
(Isaac): If the group managed to get out, does that mean the demons are dead, so no one will be able to take it out, and anyway, aren't you happy to have your daughters back?
(Lorelaine): no, I would have preferred that they both died, at least they would not have suffered anymore, who knows how Sir Orrun will use them, every day that passes I am dying to run away with them, now they are old enough and they should have magical talent, maybe we could successfully escape and denounce your father ...
(Isaac): If he heard you you would be dead already, do you know? Well, let's go see this demon-killing group.
(Guard): My lord lady Ileah and lady Lilith have returned!
"wow, this is a castle!" Lily thought as you walked through the doors.
"I'm glad you like my little house," Lilith told her back.
"I can hardly believe it, they don't even have a scratch ..." thought the Marquis who was observing the entrance of the group sitting on the throne.
(Isaac): Welcome back my daughters, it is a pleasure to see you safe and sound.
(Lorelaine): Oh dear, come to mom!
Ileah didn't have it repeated twice, she ran around the hall and hugged her mother tightly.
Lily on the other hand did not rush on Lorelaine, not because she was not her mother, but for another reason, the smell of urine that surrounded her had become quite evident, of course, Ileah had also had an accident made obvious by the yellowing of her white skirt, however, she was too embarrassed to hug a noblewoman she did not know in those conditions, so she stood still avoiding the gaze of her mother with a little red face.
(Bradford): We are back Lord Trustmogs.
(Isaac): I am delighted to see ... wait, where is that Kasidrel?
(Bradford): She's out with a demon we captured.
(Isaac): Oh, as I said I'm glad you succeeded in the feat unscathed, plus you took a demon prisoner? I'll be happy to hear from your report later, plus who are those two women?
The marquis pointed to the two unconscious priestesses brought by guards.
(Bradford): We stole them from the clutches of demons.
(Isaac): splendid, expect a great reward, now Lorelaine and my daughters, I really want to hear the deeds of these brave warriors, you go well to the banquet that I made you prepare, I will join you shortly.
For the second part of chapter 3...
If it goes wrong the other story hopefully before a year, if it goes well ... it might not have an ending, sorry!
Edited August 3, 2021 by Asuna.bed.wet.
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Volunteering Violet
Alone in the office at gone 1am Violet made herself another mug of tea and waited for the next phone call. It was a wet night but mild, and her comfy leggings and cotton fitted top were comfy and warm as she sat in the armchair and put her feet on the coffee table as she sipped her tea. Her thoughts ran, as they often did when she was alone, to her son, seeing flashbacks of him playing in the garden as a toddler, his first day at school, the day he learnt to ride his bike as she cheered him on, the first day she found alcohol in his room, then drugs, and finally the day she found him lying on his bed unresponsive. The last one brought tears to her eyes but also brought the harsh reality of why she was here.
She couldn’t save her son but maybe, just maybe, she could help someone else.
The pain showed visibly on Violet. Her long think hair which could have made her look young and attractive loosely tied back with grey roots streaking through the various colours she had dyed it over the years to try and hide her secret pain. Her face etched with wrinkles making her look far greater than her 44 years. Comfort eating had grown her thighs and hips to the point she was unrecognisable from the professional woman who had single handedly worked and raised her son. Trauma had a way of ageing people, but through it all there was an inner beauty, a pureness and gentleness that made Violet shine against all odds.
Violet had a heart that had room for everyone. Years of loneliness, pain and heartbreak had moulded it to such a place of self sacrifice that the Samaritans celebrated her dedication year after year and just a month preciously she had been national volunteer of the month dedicating her life and soul to preventing suicide.
Violet saved lives in ways few ever understood or saw. She committed to be the person she wished her own son had called, viewing her commitment as a way of coping and making amends for past mistakes.
She would never give up on anyone.
The phone rang again just as Violet finished her tea. The small hours of the nigh often magnifying distress and pain in ways daylight never revealed.
Violet listened. She reassured the caller of her presence as often as needed but otherwise said little. She knew people rarely needed answers, not right away anyway, they needed heard.
However long that took, that was why she was there.
Time moved on and still Violet listened intently and emotionally to the strangers story. So unlike her own but yet so many familiar themes: Neglect, abuse, confusion, guilt, and shame.
Violet changed position in the armchair, slipping her trainers off and sliding her legs under her a little, all the time listening and reassuring and comforting.
On a pad lying on the arm of the chair Violet scribbled notes. Nothing identifying, just confidential notes to remind her of the call should anything come back to her. Even at 2am protocols mattered, in fact probably more so.
As the caller continued to talk Violet poured some water from a nearby jug and sipped at it. Before she knew it her glass was empty and the caller was still talking. Some calls lasted hours and Violet was used to it. You couldn’t hurry peoples thoughts or pain and often many years of stored emotions and stories could pour out in one distressed and long call. Violet sensed this was one such call.
Violet glanced at the clock and noted it was 2:45am. Despite having slept much of the day her body clock seemed somehow to know the time should be that of sleeping and she stifled a yawn away from the handset. She also crossed her legs and doodled as she took notes.
Still the caller needed to talk and still Violet listened on, giving emotional support and guidance and breathing a sigh of relief as the emotional state of the caller seemed less fragile now and more stable. What had started as an emergency had now calmed to a safer point. Still it would be grossly inappropriate for Violet to end the call, so to remain alert and professional Violet sipped at some more water.
Again she found herself with a need to wriggle, as the chair just seemed so uncomfortable all of a sudden. Violet tried sitting to the side, sitting more upright, leaning on her arm...but still things didn’t feel right or settled. Violet assumed tiredness was hitting so she nibbled at a digestive biscuit to raise her sugar levels and sipped more at her water.
It wasn’t until 3:30am that Violet realised why she still couldn’t get comfortable, why her legs felt like they had to move a lot, why she was sweating, why she could even hear her heart beating....she really needed to end the call and have a quick visit to the bathroom.
But that just wasn’t to be as the tone of the call changed suddenly as Violet heard shouting in the background and worried for the safety of the caller. The caller whispered but remained on the line. Violet stood and paced the room, partly to help hold her bladder at bay and partly with the stress of the situation at the other end of the line, over which she had no control. She quietly but clearly informed the caller of what to do If their safety was in jeopardy. She reassured her over and over that she would be safe, the police would come or, if needed, an ambulance and she would be protected.
Finally the shouting stopped and Violet tried to get vital information out of the caller, gently and cautiously so as not to freak her out. Violet picked up the notebook and leaned on a shelf to update the log of the call. It was now almost 4am and the caller had been on the phone hours. Violet crossed her legs, acutely aware of her body yearning for a break but adamant it would have to wait. The safety of the caller was much more important right now.
Violet sat on the edge of the armchair wriggling. She waited for an opportunity to bring the call to a natural end but as the caller talked on and on Violet struggled. Volunteering in this role came with more sacrifices than just missed sleep and holding your bladder was one Violet was used to now. She sat on her foot, paced the room again, sat down crossed legged, Bounced her knee and moved around continuously.
Finally the caller yawned and Violet took the chance to draw the mostly one sided conversation to a close. Maybe the caller was never lightly to have taken her life tonight or maybe she just needed to offload to a stranger, but that was Violet’s role and she did it brilliantly.
Violet had to stand up. Her body felt so full, so heavy, so stretched, as she danced on the spot as she wished her caller a good nights sleep and thanked her for her bravery in phoning. Violet wrote the last few notes with one hand holding the pen and the other tight between her legs. Now off the phone the urgency to pee hit hard and strong. All that tea and water had to get out and get out now.
Violet placed the note pad down and rushed out the office. It was more of a small flat than a traditional office and Violet looked frantically for the light switch to the bathroom as she rubbed her thighs urgently.
Seeing the toilet she shuffled with one hand between her legs as her need to go exponentially increased. It was the middle of the night when her body ought to be sleeping yet instead it was working overtime preventing her from wetting herself. Violet was sweating as she tugged at the waistband of her leggings.
What was that noise? No! It couldn’t be! Violet only needed a few minutes to pee, just enough time to release the pressure..,yet here she was seconds away from allowing her body the liberty of letting go but having to stop before she’d even started to return to the phone in the office.
Violet momentarily paused, her need horrendous but what if by not answering that call it would cost a life? What if her own son had called to get no answer? The latter was too compelling as Violet gave up all thoughts of peeing and rushed back to the office to answer the phone.
It took seconds for Violet to realise this caller was either high or drunk. She perched over the arm of the armchair, pressing down on the hard wooden arm hoping the pressure would help keep her bladder at bay. She rocked back and forth as a wave of pressure pressed down. She stood up and paced the room again, then quickly sat on the armchair and squeezed every muscle she had. This call was different. She couldn’t stress enough to the caller that she wasn’t Cara and she most certainly hadn’t been sleeping with his best friend. It might have been comical had Violet not been so absolutely and desperately in need of the bathroom. For the first time Violet considered hanging up on the caller. He’d never recall it and it really was an emergency.
But he wasn’t for letting up. And neither was Violet’s bladder.
Violet grabbed a cushion and pressed it between her legs and tried rocking. That helped slightly and it was sending tingles through her body, but she feared soaking it. She stood crossed legged but that wasn’t helping either.
With her options running out fast and the drunk caller winding her up more and more Violet scanned the room for anything she could possibly use. Her eyes rested on a waste paper basket and she reached over and grabbed it. It was small, solid plastic and basic with a few uses tissues in the bottom.
With the phone in one hand Violet said a few words, just enough so her caller knew she was still there, and with her other hand she struggled to pull down her leggings and pants. She couldn’t take this any longer. It was unbearable.
With her leggings at her knees and her pants on top Violet listened to the drunk talk rubbish as she hovered over the waste paper basket and tried staying still. Despite her whole body throbbing with need it took almost 30 seconds before anything would leave Violet’s body. But when it did it wasn’t for stopping as pee foamed and cascaded from Violet’s body into the bin, pudding round everywhere and a fair bit of it missing and landing on the carpet. Violet just couldn’t stop though.
The caller called Violet more names then hung up, oblivious entirely to what the Samaritans volunteer had been doing while he called her.
Ashamed, but massively relieved, Violet poured the contents of the bin down the toilet and flushed. She dried her legs with toilet roll, washed her hands, pulled her clothes up and then cleaned the carpet.
She looked at the trophy sitting on the coffee table in front of her.
‘Volunteer of the month: August 2020: Violet Brown’
‘Taking volunteering to the next level and showing determination and ingenuity in all you face.’
Violet laughed. Tonight would be another one of those shifts she would remember, though maybe not one she would talk about to anyone else. |
Ball wins again
Jadian was laying on his bed listening to music. The 18 year old senior was thinking about his last accident, he had months earlier and how he couldn’t believe it actually happened, but it did; an 18 year old senior in high school peed his pants.
He pushed away that thought as he had to focus on yet another sports game tonight. This time it was basketball. Jadian looked at the time on his phone and saw it was 5:23, an hour and 40 minutes till game time. Knowing he had plenty of time, Jadian just turned up his music and closed his eyes.
Jadian opened his dark eyes to his mom yelling at him to get ready. He quickly looked at the time on his phone, it was 5:55. What felt like five minutes was actually 32 minutes and he was now running late. Jadian quickly got up and made his way to his closet passing his bathroom on the way. He hesitated for a second but decided he had no time to pee, besides he barley had to go and he liked holding it, surely he could hold it till half-time.
Continuing to his closet Jadian put on his basketball uniform; white Nike Pro shorts, light royal blue basketball shorts with silver sides, and a light royal blue gym shirt with a silver number seven and silver outlines. After he was dressed he through together a quick gym bag.
Once Jadian finished getting ready he made his way downstairs to the kitchen where his mom was waiting. “Let’s go” he said to his mom once he got within her ear range. Jadian grabbed his water bottle and bag and started out the door, his mom grabbed her purse and followed him out to the car. Jadian crossed his legs automatically once he was in the car. His mom noticed how he cross his legs knee over knee right away but she ignored it.
For the next 25 minutes, Jadian talked to his mom about basketball. He was so use to holding he didn't even realize he was squirming in his seat; moving around, crossing and uncrossing his legs, and even grabbing his crotch at times.
Jadian and his mom pulled into his school’s gym parking lot at 6:31. Jadian jumped out of the car and had to hold himself as his bladder didn't expect the quick movement. He was shocked how bad he had to pee, he knew he could hold but it shocked him as he didn't feel the need earlier. Pulling his hand away, he grabbed his things from the car and walked up to the gym, leaving his mom behind.
Jadian was the last of the team to arrive at the locker room. The others greeted him as he made his way to his locker to put his stuff away. Nico, his best friend who was also on the football team with him earlier that year, came up to him at his locker “your ready for a great game?” Jadian replied “you bet I am” with a huge smile as he high fives Nico.
As he finished putting his things in his locker Jadian closed his locker door and headed to fill up his water bottle. While Jadian waited in line to fill his water bottle, he took a big sip of it emptying it. As he was filling up his water the coach came out of his office and told them all to huddle up. Jadian finished filling up his water and nonchalant squeezed his crotch before heading to the rest of the team for his couch to give them a pep talk.
”LET’S GO!” the coach yelled as he finished his pep talk and the team ran out to the basketball court. Jadian realized just how bad he needed to pee while he was running out to the court, but he had no choice but to hold it now and hope he didn't have another accident.
Once Jadian got in the gym and saw the huge crowd he knew he had to hold it till half-time, his light royal blue basketball shorts would show his accident painfully obvious. He couldn't let his team and the huge crowd(Which seemed like the whole school) witnesses him pee his pants. The worst part was his mom, dad, and little brother were in the crowd and would see him have his accident, he has to hold it.
After both teams were on the court the game began and Jadian was doing terrible. He was too focused on holding his bladder and not have yet another accident to focus on the game. At one point Jadian saw a perfect chance to interrupt the ball but as he jumped he felt a leak of hot urine escape wetting his white Nike Pro Shorts. Luckily for him, his basketball shorts remained dry but he swore to himself no more risky moves like that.
They finished the first quarter, but Jadian was doing not as well as he hoped. His ball intercept was good but after his leak and him swearing to himself no more risky moves he was not doing as good as he was. This, of course, resulted in the coach asking him what was wrong. Jadian didn't what to admit he had to pee and badly. So of course, the coach benched him. He was fine with this as it lets him focus on his bladder more, he had to pee badly and all the water he was forced to drink to stay hydrated didn't help at all.
Jadian took a seat and immediately crossed his legs knee over knee. Knowing if he put his hands by his crotch he might end up holding himself he decided to put both hands on his top knee and wanting to squirm in his seat, Jadian knew if he did everyone would see so he started to swing his top foot and leg to distract him from squirming. This helped him a lot and he knew he would make it if it stayed this way.
Unfortunately, Jadian’s luck didn't last and the coach tagged him into play. With a half-hour left till half-time Jadian knew he had to hold it. He slowly got up for his chair without uncrossing his legs first, as he stood up and finally uncrossed his legs standing he felt another leak of hot urine escape and wet his white Nike Pro Shorts. He didn't grab himself in fear of people seeing so he just focused on tightening his muscles and holding it, it worked as Jadian stopped the flow and ran into play. As he was running to join in he sneaked a look at his basketball shorts and was relieved to see them still dry.
On the way by, the coach caught Jadian. ”Hey I don't know what was distracting you before and if you don't want to tell me that’s okay, I just hope it's gone”. Jadian smiled and said ”don't worry coach, I'll do better” but Jadian was not so sure as he knew to do better he would have to focus less on his bladder.
The game was going great. Jadian was doing better, with the risk of not focusing on his bladder as much. He didn't have an accident yet so that was really good for Jadian, but his leaks made his white Nike Pro Shorts wet enough to bother him.
Unfortunately, for him playing again made him have to drink more and more water and his bladder didn't like that at all. During a time out the was called Jadian has no choice but to fill his now empty water bottle. Hearing the water as it filled his bottle caused Jadian’s bladder to scream. He tried to stand as normal as he could and though he was but Nico came up to him and said ”Hey, you okay? Your legs are close together and shaking.” Jadian looked at him “y-yeah I’m f-fine”. Nico gave him a concerned look as he guessed what was wrong, he just hoped his friend could make it.
The whistle blow signaling the time out was now over. Jadian start to walk back to the middle of the court to play. He looked up at the timer and saw 15 minutes we're left till half-time. He could do it he thought he had to but he wasn't so sure he could. Jadian had to pee really bad now and was sure he was barely at a ten out of ten capacity, maybe even almost at eleven out of ten, if that was even possible.
The game had started back up and somehow Jadian was making it. Now he was sure he was somehow at an eleven out of ten. He looked at the timer ten minutes left, he was doing it! The ball went all over the place and Jadian tried to focus on it but he couldn’t. That's why when his team made a goal and the buzzer went off it surprised him causing him to leak. He didn’t even have time to look before the ball was heading his way. He tried to catch it but not being focused caused him to miss it. He looked at the timer again five minutes left, he could do it!
Unfortunately, his bladder was at its limit and disagreed. Jadian felt his bladder give in as he lost the battle and immediately stopped in his tracks and shot both of his hands, grabbing his crotch. But it didn't help as pee just ran threw his hands with a loud hissing sound. He looked down as his light royal blue basketball shorts turned a dark royal blue. He watched in horror as pee poured down his legs, almost shining against his tan skin, wetting his socks and shoes while also running into his shoes. The now dark fabric of his basketball shorts glistered with pee. It made a huge pee puddle at his feet on the gym floor that seemed to just get bigger and bigger.
Jadian felt tears fill his eyes as he couldn't help but to start crying. He couldn't hold his pee and was having an accident in front of his team, the opposing team, and the huge crowd which included his mom and dad as well as his little brother.
All that could be heard in the gym was a loud hiss as Jadian’s bladder emptied into his pants. The game had stopped as both teams just stared at Jadian. The crowd was silent as they also just watched the poor teen.
After what seemed like hours Jadian’s stream finally died down to just a tinkle. As soon as he could, he ran as fast as possible to the locker room still crying, almost slipping in the huge pee puddle he just made.
Nico was the only one to follow, as the game still had five minutes left. He found Jadian now sobbing on the locker room floor. ”you okay?” Nico said as he sat next to Jadian on the locker room floor patting him on the back. Jadian said nothing as all he could do was sob.
Nico hated seeing Jadian this upset, yes he did just have an accident and pee his pants in front of tons of people but he seemed more upset then he should be. Nico was bisexual and had a huge crush on Jadian but never acted on it as he didn't want to ruin the friendship and he didn't know Jadians thoughts on it.
Nico couldn't help but to hug Jadian. It worked, as Jadian was surprised enough to stop sobbing, and to look at Nico, he still didn't say anything though. Nico pulled back and smiled as he heard Jadian stop sobbing and felt him turn and look at him.
Jadian was not sure of his sexuality but he knew he was not straight. Jadian smiled and pulled Nico into another hug and silently cried into Nico’s shoulder. Nico was happy to offer Jadian some comfort.
After a couple of minutes, Jadian pulled away as Nico stood up. Nico stuck his hand out to help Jadian up ”let’s get you into the locker room shower and cleaned”. Jadian took Nico’s hand and stood up, walking to the showers. Jadian stopped as he realized he needed clean clothes. Jadian turned around and headed to his locker, he opened it and took his bag out.
He dug through it and after a while said ”fuck” Nico walked over ”what’s wrong?”. ”I can't find any clean underwear” Jadian said as he started to cry again. ”I have an extra pair you can borrow” Nico went over to his locker and open it, taking a pair of underwear out and walking back over to Jadian.
He handed Jadian a pair of black Calvin Klein briefs. Jadian didn't normally wear briefs but he needed clean underwear and Nico wore them and offered, so why not.
Jadian walked over to the showers, placing his clean clothes on the shower bench as he got undressed. Nico couldn't help but to stare as Jadian took off his shirt and then his now dark royal blue and soaked basketball shorts. Nico felt himself get hard as he saw Jadian, his crush, shirtless and in only his white Nike Pro Shorts, which were soaked and yellow around his crotch making them almost see-through.
Jadian smiled as he saw Nico staring and smiled back, getting into the shower before he took off his soaked Nike Pro Shorts, teasing Nico. Jadian couldn't help but smile as the hot water hit him, and ran down his body, cleaning him, thinking of his new(maybe) boyfriend, Nico.
But the smile quickly left his face as he remembered his accident. He had failed and now most, if not all the school had seen him pee himself. Not to mention the other team and the huge crowd of guest. His heart sunk as he remembered his mom and dad must have seen, as long as his little brother. Jadian felt more tears come but this time as he was in the shower, no one could see him cry.
While Jadian was in the shower, the coach came into check on everything. Nico told him what had happened and the Jadian was in the shower. The coach smiled, glade that his team members seemed okay. He told Nico he could stay with Jadian and that he would keep the team out of the locker room during half-time. He then went back out to the game as Nico took a seat on a bench outside the showers.
Once Jadian had no more tears to cry and was sure he had washed all the pee and sweat away he turned off the water. He dried off and put on Nico’s briefs before exiting the shower. He was surprised by how he looked in briefs, he felt cute and especially cute for Nico. Jadian also liked the feeling of wearing briefs, which came as a surprise.
Jadian was surprised to see Nico sitting outside the shower waiting for him. Nico look at Jadian and smiled as he saw his now wet crush exit the shower in only black Calvin Klein briefs, and not only that but his black Calvin Klein briefs. ”All better?” Nico asked Jadian. “All better” Jadian responded to Nico. Nico stood up and hugged Jadian.
Jadian hugged Nico back but pulled away soon after as he wanted to get dress before the rest of the team got in the locker room. As he put on his clean shorts and shirt he couldn't help but to think more about his accident. How could he have not realized he had to pee so bad at home?
Jadian was thinking this as Nico came and sat next to Jadian putting his arm around Jadian’s shoulders. They sat there like that till the game had ended and the team got back.
When the team finally got in the locker room everyone saw Jadian and smiled. They all said something that was either ”are you ok?”, ”dont worry about it, we have your back”, or ”accident happen to us all”. He may have had an accident but a team is a team and they have his back, besides what is a team is they don't have your back. And the team told Nico and Jadian good news, they had won the game!
After a while Jadian had to face his fear and go find his parents. Nico went with him and they held hands as the looked. No one said anything to Jadian as the other team had already lefted, but Jadian felt stares and heard people whispering. After a while of searching Jadian finally found his parent and little brother.
They immediately saw Jadian and Nico walking up. There eyes immediately shot down to Jadians short but there were new and dry. They then looked up to Jadian’s face and made eye contact with him and smiled, Jadian smiled back. Finally his parents noticed Jadian was holding hands with Nico which caused them to smile more, the had expected there son was not straight and hopeded Nico comfert him.
Jadian and Nico made there way up to Jadian’s parents. ”hows mine champ doing?” his dad said as he rubbed Jadian’s messy black hair. Jadian just laughed as his mom said ”congrats on the win, both of you” acknowledging Nico. Jadian then looked at his little brother who smiled devilish and said ”my big brother has an accident and peed his pants!”.
Jadian turned red I'm embarrassment as his little brother yelled this. His mom told his little brother to stop but the embarrassment already set in again. Jadian squeezed Nico’s hand as he got embarrassed yet again.
Jadian than said bye to Nico and followed his parents out to the car. The car ride home was very quit as Jadian just put in his headphones to listen to music. Once they got home Jadian went up to his room. As he climbed the stairs to his room, Jadian felt a leak. ”How could he not have realized he had to pee again” he thought? He took another step and leaked again, he shot a hand to his crotch and thought ”no I can’t wet myself again and epically not in Nico’s briefs”.
Fortunately, he now has on black gym shorts so his accident wasn't visible yet. He was able to make it to his room without leaking again but only with one hand grabbing his crotch. He shut his door and knowing he was on the edge of having another accident and wouldn't make it, he close his eyes and released his bladder.
A loud hiss filled his room as pee soaked Nico’s black briefs and Jadian’s black gym shorts as Jadian purposely peed his pants. Pee glistered against Jadian’s black gym shorts and once again ran down his legs, shining against his tan skin, and making a pee puddle on the carpet at his feet.
Once he was finished peeing again he made his way to his bathroom to shower. He took off his shirt and wet gym shorts and stared at his reflection in the mirror, of him in Nico’s now wet black briefs. Jadian couldn’t help but to get hard as he liked seeing himself in peed in briefs and likes the way it clenched against his skin, he also liked seeing himself in briefs. The black briefs glistered with pee as he looked at them.
After five minutes of starting, he snapped out of it and went to take a shower. He took off Nico’s wet briefs and got in the shower. He thought of how he just peed his pants twice and how he had multiple accidents.
After a while of thinking he got out of the shower. As he stepped out he saw Nico’s briefs and got an idea. Jadian dried off and grabbed Nico’s briefs. Even though they were soaked with pee Jadian decided to put them on. At first they were cold as the wet fabric came in contact with Jadian’s skin but eventually they were fine and not as cold.
He went to lay on his bed in only the wet briefs. He put in headphones to listen to music as he closed his eyes but as they closed his phone buzzes with a text. It was from Nico ”Hey, I never officially asked in the locker room, but would you be my boyfriend?”. Jadian smiled as he read the text and responded ”of course I will be:)”. He then added ”BTW I had another accident and kinda soaked your briefs”. Nico responded ”I’m happy to be your boyfriend, and I guess I'll have to call you Mr. Pee pants XD, But that's fine, I was gonna let you keep them anyway”, Jadian smiled as he read the message.
Jadian and Nico talked more but eventually had to say good night, as they both had school in the morning. ”Goodnight, sweet dreams” Jadian sent Nico, and Nico sent the same. They they both fell asleep smiling. |
Part 3
Can you imagine to sit right in opposite of two pretty girls, with just a small bikini on their slim bodies,
to see their naked bellies, swollen from their big, overfilled bladders,
to know that they would need to wee pretty bad and that they can’t go for hours more,
to know that they have to hold it, no matter how bad it ever gets?
For someone like me, who gets from nothing more aroused than from girls who are desperate to pee, but can’t go, was that nearly to much.
If course, they could have pissed overboard, like “wether”wrote, panties down, the naked putt outside of the boat and full force in the water.
To watch the girls and to see them piss from so near, would have been great too, but the big badderd and good trained girl from my friend, said that big girls must be able to hold their wee all day long, so my girl could not pee in front of all, over board.
She had to hold it, she was a big girl and i did love it that she could not wee and that she could not blames me for this situation.
After the girls “wee-talk “ we did not speak anymore about the girls bodily needs, but i did think about it and it was so hot to see their bladders growing and to know that they would need to go.
I did take two towels and I went with my girl to the bow of the boat to lay in the sun.
After about 2 hours, it was 4 pm, she told me that she was needing to wee so bad, that she would not know any more what to do.
I wanted to tease her and said “does my little girl need wee wee?”
She was a little bit angry and asked again what she should do.
“There is no other way for you than to hold it” i told her.
”You can say that so easily, you peed twice and you know how much you pissed each time , i could see it too and i am holding all that in my bladder.” she said reproachful.
I did love this dialogue, i wanted more of it and so i said that she should tell me how bad she would need to go and how much longer she think, that she would be able to hold her wee in.
She told me that she would need to wee really, really bad and that it would be painful to hold a full bladder for so long.
”I am really sorry for that!” I said.
”No you are not sorry, you like to see me suffer, i can see that in your eyes and in your speedos.
I did read once about boys who like it if girls need to wee so bad, but can’t go.”she said.
”Yes, you are right, i really love that, it is so hot and you are so sexy, if you need to wee so bad and if you hold your full bladder for so long “ i answered.
Now i nothing more to hide, i could torture her poor bladder a little bit.
She was lying on her back, i butted my thigh on her swollen belly and rubbed with my knee her bulging bladder, i pressed and pushed on it.
I was horny, like hell and she was aroused too.
After a while our friends called us and told us that they would have a drink for us.
”I can’t drink only one drop!” she said and i did know what she did mean and why she did mean it.
Our friends had already 4 full glasses long drinks and so we had no chance to refuse it.
They did drink some glasses before without us. The bladder from my friends girl was unbelievable bulging out, much more than the bladder from my girl.
Half an hour later she caressed her bladder bulge with her hand and said that she is about to burst and that it would be time to go back to the port.
She looked to my girls swollen bladder and said “ i think it will be time for you too!?”
”Oh yes i am needing it so bad, I did not know that i am able to hold it for so long.” she answered.
”Yes, I know that, many girls don’t know what they can endure.” she said.
My friend and i went for the third piss!
“ For safety he said, “it will last nearly two hours until we are there, the wind is light.
The girls was jealous and said “that is so unfair!!”
One hour later, was my girl at her limit. The long drink on her overfilled bladder was to much for her.
She had her legs knotted!
She had lost all shyness, she had her had in her panties and pressed one finger on her peephole.
That was the only way to keep her wee in her bursting full bladder.
Her belly was swollen and her bladder bulging and no one asked her if she would like to piss overboard.
Everyone though that she is a big girl and that she had to hold it, like big girls usually have to do it.
My friends girl was quite, she said only once “ my bladder feels, like it would explode every moment.”
The both groaned until we were there.
My girl went out from the boat, with one hand in her panties and one finger in her slit, pressed, tight on her peephole.
On the way to the car, i could see how some drops of wee were running down on the skin of her inner thighs.
Suddenly she stopped, pushed her panties down and pissed a hole in the ground.
She pissed with high pressure and a thick jet until there was a lake between her legs.
I did not know what a girl can hold so much pee inside her, but I loved it.
Back to our car’s, I did drive just at the corner of the parking lot and then i fucked, her pee wet girl slit, like crazy.
I could not get enough from her, all the car was smelling from her wee, from the wet panties, her wet thighs and her wet slit.
I was so horny, that I fucked her, just a little later, a second time.
My friends girl did not pee before they left, they had normally one hour until home, but to the girls bad luck was a accident on the motorway.
She had to hold it nearly 2 hours. She was frantic from needing to pee so bad.
How big and bulging must her bladder have been?!!
It was a boat trip to remember! |
(This is a new story which I have shared elsewhere. I hope you enjoy it)
It was Wednesday, market day in Boston, albeit a quieter one than usual, especially with the Covid-19 restrictions and everyone having to stand two metres apart. Anne peered into the murky green waters of the Haven as she crossed the St Botolph’s footbridge. She’d read in that morning’s Standard that the new flood barrier was now operational and would hopefully save the town from major disruption the next time a tidal surge took place, assuming it didn’t malfunction of course. One flood barrier was close to giving way though and that was her sphincter muscle. Three cups of coffee at breakfast time and slow queues to get around the market had taken their toll. She didn’t mind or care though. Anne loved being this desperate and savoured every minute of her increasing need to go. Once over the bridge she got on to the Haven bank and, in a spot shielded by some trees, parted her legs and began to flood her panties and jeans. The feeling was amazing and a tingle went down her spine as the lovely warm wetness spread. She could never make up her mind which she loved most – a good public wetting or the slow burn of gradually increasing desperation before it finally happened. Ah, this was what life in lockdown was for! Just as she was finishing, a familiar voice rang out:
“I see you’re at it again. Things don’t change, do they?”
Anne turned around in panic, almost losing her footing but not quite, to see her aged mother staring at her in disapproval.
“Mum what are you doing here? I thought the doctor said you weren’t to drive until the results of your Alzheimer’s test came through.”
“I’ve had the results and I’ve not got Alzheimer’s, well not yet anyway. Just Anno Domini and a daughter who pisses her pants. Besides, I didn’t drive. I got the train.”
Anne looked at her mother in despair.
“You did what? For goodness sake, Mum, you’re ninety-one and you’re meant to be shielding.”
“Oh fiddlesticks. I’ve lived through a World War, young lady. If you think a dose of Chinese flu is going to see me off you’ve got another think coming. You’re not getting your inheritance just yet.”
“Well I suppose you’re fucking stubborn enough to see anything off. Mother, I’m surprised you weren’t questioned at the station.”
“Oh yes I was questioned alright - at Cambridge, Peterborough and Grantham. I told them I had to visit a sick daughter which, judging from the state of you, isn’t too far off the truth. Besides the last bit from Grantham’s quite a nice run, despite the line running alongside some algae filled dyke for miles.”
“You mean the South Forty Foot Drain?”
“Oh, is that what it’s called?”
“Yes. Mum, I was meaning to ring you but I’ve got some family news. David and Sadie are expecting. If this Covid-19 doesn’t see you off first, you’ll be a great grandmother before the year’s out.”
“Well do give them my congratulations.”
“I will. Sadie went to Pilgrim for her first ultrasound scan last week. Everything was fine but she had a bit of an accident. I told her it’s fine to have accidents. In fact, it brought back memories of when I was expecting David.”
“How could I possibly forget?”
“To be honest Mum, I’m worried about them. David’s been on furlough since March and the way things are looking there’s not forced to be a job for him when it’s all over.”
“Well if he’d trained for a proper job and become a lawyer like his grandfather he’d never be out of work. Your father was the best – and most feared - silk in London.”
“Yes, I know, Mum. He also told me to keep clear of the law and go into teaching instead.”
“Aye and much good it did you. How long did you last after qualifying? Two years perhaps?”
“Look Mum, it just wasn’t me. Not everyone’s cut out for standing in front of thirty fucking kids all day, pretending to be in charge when they’re not, and then spending every evening doing marking, lesson preparation and all the other crap that teachers get to do nowadays.”
“Some people aren’t up to it, no, and you plainly weren’t. At least you had the good sense to marry money – the one sensible decision you did make in your life.”
“Yes, and now I’m a comfortably well-off widow, but a lonely one at that.”
Anne’s mother smiled.
“Well wait to you’re my age and then you’ll be a miserable old bat too. Speaking of which, I’m getting to be a hungry old bat.”
“Mum I’m afraid I can’t take you for a meal or anything. Nowhere’s open and the house is right across town. We’ll have to have a socially distanced coffee and a couple of Lincolnshire hot dogs off the market. If the benches behind the Stump are free you can sit on one of them whilst I prop Sir Bernard Ingram’s statue up. At least that way we’ll be social distancing the way we’re meant to.”
“Suits me fine, Anne. You’re in no fit state to take me anywhere anyway. Besides I can pretend you’re not my daughter that way – just some sixty-four-year-old slut who’s pissed her pants and thinks she knows me.”
“Thanks Mum. You’re all heart as usual. For that, lunch is on you. I’ll take you somewhere posh when things get back to normal – if they do.”
“Normal? I’m not sure you know what normal is. By the way, you can tell David I’m going to transfer him ten thousand. My grandson might vie for stupidity with his mother, but I won’t see him and Sadie go short. Not with a bairn on the way.”
“Mum. You’re a star!”
“I know I am. Now let’s track down some food before I pass out with hunger.”
THE END |
Oh my goodness.
I know I promised to try to keep further chapters shorter, and what did I end up doing? Only writing the longest one yet.
So, to keep from forcing all you lovely people to scroll down so much, I'm now going to post each new chapter as its own separate posting.
Oh, and if this is your first encounter with this ongoing saga, you can find chapters 1-4 here: https://www.omorashi.org/topic/54188-angelica-and-lily/ and chapters 5-7 here: https://www.omorashi.org/topic/56670-angelica-and-lily-with-tags/ .
Enjoy!
The call was made in hurried, urgent tones. Lily did her best to keep her voice level and to keep from peeing her pants in sheer panic as she spoke. Try as she might, she couldn’t keep from spurting heavily and repeatedly into her panties before being able to hang up. By the time she could run to a bathroom, there was a clear dark wet patch spread out over her left thigh, and she had to take another minute to go pee and then change before rushing on her way.
It had begun when Lily was staying over at Angelica’s apartment for the weekend. She had finished up her first semester at the state university a good two and a half hours away, and the two of them were going to spend some time catching up before heading to their respective homes for Christmas break. All had gone well for the first day and a half, with the two friends falling right back into their natural groove after their time apart. Somehow it had seemed easier to stay connected when only Angelica was in college, probably because she had always been the more organized of the two. For her part, so far Lily was finding college definitely more challenging than high school, but not as much as she had expected from all the grim and dire admonitions given by her parents, Angelica, and various other well-meaning yet overbearing adults. Thankfully, this first semester was only preparatory general education, giving her a chance to settle in.
Getting to visit also gave Lily an opportunity to see Angelica’s apartment for the first time. It was tiny, as Angelica and her roommates were all university students working hard to get by, but Angelica preferred to think of it as cozy rather than cramped. Her own bedroom exemplified this, with its Ikea shelves laden with historical fiction filling the room with the charming scent of books, offset by the various aromas emanating from her row of houseplants along the windowsill. Even though the air mattress Lily slept on took up virtually all of the floor, it never felt too confined or claustrophobic.
The Friday evening was spent happily, talking late into the night about everything in their lives, with Lily asking teasing but good-natured questions about Angelica’s relationship with Brian. She had finally gotten to meet him close to the end of the summer, and now it was practically the first thing she asked about in any conversation with Angelica. Though the pointed interrogation made her blush, Angelica was all too happy to share. Brian was, as far as Lily could see, absolutely perfect for Angelica, and Angelica was increasingly convinced of the same. He was funny, handsome, and friendly; and more than that, he had hidden inside him a depth of compassion and insight, founded upon profound moral integrity. He was the one who initiated the conversation about the physical side of their relationship, in which he revealed to Angelica that he had made the deliberate choice years ago to save himself for marriage. It served only to deepen Angelica’s respect for him, and with it, her affection.
Lily had also seen his sensitive side when Angelica had told her about how the cat had come out of the bag concerning her pee accidents. When she heard about how Angelica had confessed these embarrassing incidents to Brian, she declared that it was her duty as best friend to make sure that Brian was also told of her share of incontinences. Thus their first meeting and his first impression of her were marked by an explanation of her sympathetic spastic bladder and the various times both best friends had ended up sharing in their wetness. If Brian had only been playing cool about Angelica’s accidents because he liked her, this meeting dispelled that idea. He was warm and cordial toward Lily, and when she spilled the beans about routinely wetting herself, he took it in stride, with nary even a nervous laugh to cover up discomfort. In fact, it was barely two weeks later that Lily actually did pee her pants in Brian’s presence, when the three of them were driving back from apple picking and she had laughed too hard at a joke while needing a bathroom. Brian’s even-tempered and sensitive response had been enough for Lily, as soon as she was alone with Angelica, to grab her by the shoulders and say, heedless of her own damp jeans, “You need to marry that man.” It had flustered Angelica a little bit at the time, even though she was the dry one, and the thought had never left her brain since.
Now, here they were, nearly four months later, and Angelica was able to regale Lily, much to her delight, with the myriad romantic details from dates, phone calls, and text messages. Lily soaked it all up with a glee befitting her status as best friend, continually rebuffing attempts made by a bashful Angelica to change the subject when she thought she had been rambling too long. Despite the seeming one-sidedness, though, Lily was able to share enough to reveal that college had been going well so far, her classes hadn’t been too bad, she’d made some new friends but no prospects for a boyfriend, and she had been accident-free the whole time. Wetting herself at work during the summer had been mortifying for her, as she was just about to enter college, until she found out that it was hardly an unusual occurrence for college students, especially if alcohol was involved. It was all the more reason for her to hold staunchly to her teetotaling commitment she had made the night of graduation.
After the two friends chatted late into the night of Friday, they both woke up the next morning at a leisurely hour (though Angelica, always the early riser, spent the morning reading G.A. Henty in bed rather than disturbing Lily). In the afternoon they went out to see a movie at the local mall’s theatre, followed by browsing the stores aimlessly.
That was when things began to go wrong.
It started when, after the film, Angelica became less talkative. She claimed she wasn’t feeling very well, but that it wasn’t bad enough for them to go home. Lily accepted this without too much concern until later, when Lily suggested they get dinner at the Little Caesar’s in the mall, and Angelica said she wasn’t hungry.
“Well, we don’t have to go to Little Caesar’s. Where do you feel like going?”
Angelica groaned. “Ugh, nowhere. I just don’t feel good. You can go wherever you want. I just won’t eat anything.”
Lily’s normally chipper face started to fall. She eyed Angelica carefully. “You feel that bad?”
Angelica closed her eyes. “I’ve had a stomachache since the movie, and it’s just been getting worse. Now I think I feel sick to my stomach too. If I tried to eat anything, it’d probably just come back up.”
“Whoa, Angie, that’s pretty bad. Why didn’t you tell me you were feeling that bad?” When Angelica merely shrugged dejectedly and moaned again, Lily continued. “Do you think you ate something bad?”
“I haven’t eaten anything since lunch. And we both ate the same thing.”
Lily screwed up her face in worry. “I don’t know. Maybe yours was undercooked?” After a pause in which her not very conspicuously theoretical question received no answer, she put her hand on Angelica’s shoulder. “Do you want to just go back to your apartment?”
Angelica considered this for a moment before nodding. Lily, unused to being the caregiver in the relationship, did her best to distract Angelica with light chitchat and silly banter, anything she could think of to fill the dismal lack of conversation. By now, Angelica’s color was noticeably paler, and Lily took Angelica’s key to drive back to the apartment building. Adding to the fact that she was unfamiliar with the way back was the fact that it was dark by now, and the roads still held the threat of black ice. Lily didn’t have much experience driving in the snow, and on the way out it had been daylight.
Once back at the apartment, Angelica, who was growing more miserable by the minute, changed into her pajamas and went straight to bed. Lily felt her forehead, and though it felt warm, neither Angelica nor her roommates owned a thermometer, and Angelica said not to bother with going out to pick one up at this hour since all she wanted to do was sleep and not be bothered again later. Her roommates, Natasha and Katelyn, also both felt her head, and the uneasy consensus was that any fever she may have had was most likely mild enough to not be serious. Instead, she was provisioned with a glass of water, a Tylenol, and a puke bucket, just in case. All agreed it was probably a twenty-four-hour stomach bug, and Lily moved her mattress out into the living room to give Angelica a clear path to the bathroom—and to keep from catching it. Angelica then closed her eyes and tried to fall asleep, and Lily, after conversing briefly with Natasha and Katelyn, decided to call it an early night herself as well.
Then, at a little after 2 a.m., things took a sudden nosedive.
Lily stirred fitfully in her sleep, her consciousness troubled in its murky hypnopompic state. Something had interrupted her slumber, but it took several seconds of gathering her bearings and remembering where she was for her to focus her mental faculties. She blinked, her dilated pupils making sense of her surroundings. Then she recalled that she was in Angie’s apartment, that she was in the living room of said apartment because Angie had been feeling sick last night, and that she had been stirred by a loud thump coming from the bathroom—louder than any falling towel or banging in water pipes ought to be. She sat bolt upright and quickly brushed her blonde bedhead out of her eyes. Rolling off the air mattress as delicately as one can, trying not to disturb anyone’s sleep (least of all Angelica’s), she quietly and carefully padded her way to the bathroom to investigate. Her socked feet barely registered against the hard wood of the floor, but she could do nothing to prevent the rheumatic creaks the old building uttered in protest of her weight, as skinny as she was.
Approaching the door, she noticed right away that the light was on, but the door was open. The peculiarity of this discovery caused her to quicken her steps, which were now surer in the increased light. She reached the door and cautiously used one hand to push it open all the way. As soon as she could see inside, she jumped and let out a shriek, a squirt of her full bed bladder jetting out into her white cotton panties.
There, lying in the middle of the bathroom floor as if dumped there like a sack of potatoes, her disheveled brown hair obscuring her face, was Angelica.
The following events all rushed by in a blur. Lily’s terrified cries awoke Katelyn, who in turn woke Natasha once she found out what had happened. Angelica came to and explained, through moans of pain, that she had gotten up to use the bathroom and must have fainted. Her stomach was hurting much worse now, and her face was bearing a perpetual grimace. One touch to her head confirmed that what may have been a mild fever the night before was by now a raging temperature, and her anguish-ridden face was flushed and diaphoretic.
Lily was helping Angelica sit up, having never left her side. By now, though, Natasha was up and Katelyn was busy throwing on a winter coat and boots.
“Here, help her up. I can take her to the emergency room.”
“Emergency room?” Lily’s voice was high and quavering. She had never been in a situation like this before.
Katelyn finished zipping up her coat. “Yeah. This doesn’t look like any ordinary stomach flu. We’d better go get her seen.” She leaned down towards Angelica. “Okay, Ange? We’re going to go to the emergency room. Can you stand?”
Angelica didn’t answer but merely nodded her head stiffly. With Lily on her one side, Katelyn moved to her other side to help her to her feet. She slowly rose, sucking in air through her teeth in agony as she did so. Once she was standing, Natasha appeared from where she had slipped off to unseen, bearing Angelica’s coat and boots.
Katelyn knelt down to help put the boots on. “Here, Angelica, lift your right foot. No, just stay standing. Don’t bend over. Lily, can you help support her? Good. Now the same with your left. Lily, just wrap the coat around her. Don’t bother with the sleeves.”
Once finished, she began to help Angelica walk painfully toward the door. “We should call your family to let them know what’s going on. What’s their number?”
Angelica started to raise her hand weakly toward Lily, who jumped in. “I’ll call them. I have their number. What’s the hospital we’re going to?”
“I’m going to take her to Trinity Presbyterian. You and Tasha should stay here for now. Call her family and let them know what’s going on first. Then, if you want to come, grab an outfit for each of us, and probably some food and books or something for the waiting room and come meet us. Or else I’ll just call Tasha once we hear something and then you can update her folks.” They were nearly to the door.
Lily nodded resolutely and swallowed. Opening the door for the two of them, she ran ahead to the staircase to help Angelica down. It was slow going, but after several minutes they had emerged into the frigid wintry night. The cold pierced through Lily’s flannel pajamas and her teeth chattered fiercely, but only half because of the cold. Their breath showed up in white billowy plumes in the frosty air, and her eyes were watering from the dryness. At least she thought that was the cause; she wasn’t sure.
Maneuvering Angelica into the passenger seat of Katelyn’s Kia was a painful process, but, once in, Katelyn started up the engine, undulating clouds of exhaust spewing out into the night as the car stirred to life in defiance of the bitter hibernal air. Without waiting for it to warm up, she turned on her headlights and backed out of her parking space before turning to drive off down the deserted road into the night.
Lily was left staring after them, hugging herself to stay warm, shivering intensely. The small wet spot on her panties now felt icy against her crotch, and she quickly turned and went back inside, sprinting up the steps and into the warmth of the apartment. She paused to catch her breath and gather her thoughts before finding her phone where she had left it plugged into the wall and hurriedly looking up Angelica’s mom’s number. As the connection was made and the phone began ringing, the adrenaline in her system started wearing off, and she shivered again. Suddenly, the reality of what was happening—or what might happen—came over her again. Something was wrong with Angie. And she didn’t know what.
That was why, as she recorded the voicemail message, her voice was still shaky and her bladder started constricting involuntarily. “Hi, hi, Mrs. Carpenter, hi. Hello, it’s, it’s me, Lily. Um, listen. Um, I’m here at Angelica’s apartment—” Squirt. She twitched and pushed up on her tiptoes, tightening her muscles to keep from losing control. “—and, well, uh, something’s happened.” Squiiirt. She gasped quietly and bent over slightly, grabbing her thigh with her free hand, trying not to lose any more or make it obvious to Natasha that she was about to. She swallowed and cleared her throat. “Uh, um, Angelica, uh…she, uh…she’s sick. She, she has a fever, and, um—” Squiiiiiirt. By now her panties were sodden all around her private parts, and a quick glance down showed a small wet patch had appeared on her left thigh. She needed to finish and go pee, and fast. Her voice quickened. “—um, and, and a bad stomachache. So they’re, uh, they’re going to the—the hospital right now. It’s, um—” Squiiiiirt. This one was more of a protracted trickle, and Lily could feel the scalding heat expanding down her left thigh. A panicked glance downward confirmed this. “—um, Trinity Presbyterian. We’ll let you know as soon as we find out anything else.”
She pressed the End Call button, grabbing her thigh again and feeling the wet warmth press up against her skin. Then, her wet underwear squishing up in her groin as she did so, she hobbled into the bathroom to empty the rest of her bladder into the toilet before it emptied itself into her pajama pants.
~*~*~*~*~
Thankfully, Natasha had seemed none the wiser to Lily’s predicament, and the two of them had thrown on some clothes, collected clothes for Katelyn and Angelica, and grabbed some breakfast bars. While gathering an outfit for Angelica, Lily picked up two books off her bookshelf and hoped that they were ones Angelica hadn’t read yet. She also spotted her cell phone and made sure to snatch it also. Most likely Brian would want to know what had happened as well.
Now, close to half an hour later, both young women found themselves pulling into the hospital’s parking lot. It was easy to pick out Katelyn’s car, since the lot was otherwise nearly empty. As Natasha put her car into park and turned off the engine, she and Lily exited into the cold night once more, shivering and hurrying to the emergency room’s automatic doors and the prospect of shelter. Once inside, Natasha approached the desk and explained why they were there. After a brief check in the computer, the receptionist directed them toward one of the ER nurses, who escorted them into the patient area. The bright lights, smells of isopropyl alcohol, and assorted beeps resounding from unfamiliar pieces of equipment all made Lily’s stomach churn uneasily. Hospitals creeped her out. Even though it was much warmer indoors, she still wrapped her arms around herself and suppressed a shudder.
Off to the side, in a small curtained-off area, Lily could see Katelyn standing, not fully obscured by the curtain. Sure enough, the nurse led them over and pulled the curtain open, allowing them to see Angelica, still in her pajamas, lying on the large and uncomfortable-looking hospital ER bed. Next to her, a man, likely in his late thirties, had her shirt pulled up to expose her belly and was touching it with his hands and noting Angelica’s reactions. She had tried to smile when Lily first came in, but with every touch, her face once again contorted into a rictus of pain.
Lily swallowed again. Seeing Angelica like this was making a heavy pit form in her stomach, and she was afraid she might throw up. Trying to lighten the mood, she piped up. “Hey, Angie,” she managed, forcing a smile, “how are you doing?”
Angelica tried to smile again, one corner of her mouth weakly lifting. She started to reply, then groaned at another push to her abdomen. Once the pain passed, she gave it another go. “Not too bad. How about you, Lil?”
Lily laughed in spite of herself, the tension and worry receiving some much-needed relief. She put her hand to one side of her face and suddenly realized that she was crying without even realizing it. Wiping her eyes, she took a deep breath, trying not to break out into uncontrollable sobs.
Katelyn evidently could see the emotional turmoil Lily was going through and gently put an arm around her. Lily closed her eyes and leaned gratefully into the hug. She wanted to ask the nurse what was wrong with Angie, what was going to happen, was she going to be okay, but the words couldn’t form just yet. Thankfully, Katelyn seemed to understand and asked it herself, her voice much steadier than Lily knew she could muster herself. “What do you think it is?”
The nurse leaned back from his examination of Angelica and pulled her shirt back down. As he rolled over in his chair to the computer and began typing, he answered, his voice deep and calm. “We’ll need the doctor to come and take a look, but at this point, I would say it looks like pretty standard appendicitis. If that’s the case, then we’ll have to do an emergency surgery, but she should be up and about again in no time.” He smiled warmly, and Lily had to wipe her eyes again. Angelica, on the other hand, simply lay with her eyes closed, trying not to move.
~*~*~*~*~
Two hours later, Katelyn, Natasha, and Lily were on their way back to the apartment. Lily had wanted to stay, to not leave Angelica there by herself as she went into emergency surgery, but as they would have had to stay outside during the operation anyway, there was no point in remaining at the hospital. In addition, the initial spike of adrenaline-fueled energy had long since worn off, and all three young women were more than exhausted. Natasha had given up even trying to stay awake and curled up in an uncomfortable-looking heap in one of the waiting room couches while Lily and Katelyn had supplied the hospital with extra information, most notably the contact information for Angelica’s parents. The fine details of insurance and billing would be sorted out in due time.
There hadn’t been any response yet from Angelica’s mom or dad, even though Lily had called them again to update them on the situation. The ER doctor had confirmed that Angelica’s condition was indeed appendicitis, but it appeared as though the appendix hadn’t burst, so her prognosis for rapid recovery was optimistic. Lily had been able to convey this in a much more level-sounding second voicemail, including as many details as she could to hopefully preempt the onslaught of questions that was bound to be incoming as soon as Mr. and Mrs. Carpenter woke up. Now that Angelica was in good hands, Lily was able to think much more clearly as she explained into the recording what had happened. Not to mention she wasn’t leaking into her pants this time, either.
Once the nurse was about to get Angelica changed into a hospital gown in order to start an IV in her arm, Angelica asked Lily to call Brian as well, before heading to a private room to disrobe. Lily didn’t have Brian’s number, but she did have Angelica’s phone. Scrolling through the contacts, she came upon what had to be his, since it was saved as “Brian Dearest.”
Before pressing the Dial button, though, she hovered her finger over it, staring at it for a few seconds. Somehow, possibly in her sleep-deprived state, she was feeling an emotion she had never consciously experienced before.
Angie was her best friend. She had been for years now. And yet—yet there were the words, clearly typed out. Brian Dearest. She had only met him a few months ago, and Angelica had only been dating him for about two months more. How could he hold such high esteem in her life already?
Lily frowned to herself. She didn’t like what she was feeling. It had a nasty edge hidden inside it, a petty, spoiled attitude that was mean and paltry, and worse, liked being mean and paltry. But the fact was, she was beginning to feel angry inside, and then angry at herself for feeling angry. What was wrong with her? So she was Angie’s best friend, and Brian was her boyfriend. So what? The two weren’t mutually exclusive. Then why was it bothering her so much?
Blowing the hair out of her eyes, she imagined if the roles had been reversed, and Brian had been here with Angie in the hospital instead of her. Would Angie have been so eager to have Brian call her and let her know what was happening? Or—or was she being replaced, somehow? She could feel tears coming into her eyes again, and she sighed in frustration at herself. Why was she suddenly being so pathetic and bratty? She wasn’t really jealous. Not of Brian….was she?
No. No, that wasn’t it. In a sudden afflatus of thoughts and emotions long locked away in her psyche, it dawned on her with crystal clarity. She wasn’t jealous of Brian. She was jealous of Angie.
All the pieces, ignored, unacknowledged, and shunned for years, started to fall into place. She was jealous of Angie having a boyfriend. Her enthusiasm and cheery disposition, while partly authentic, to be sure, were also for her a deflection, a coping mechanism. Inside, deep, deep inside, there was the raw pain of loneliness. She had never had a boyfriend. Heck, she had never even really had too many regular friends. Her stupid sympathetic spastic bladder tended to keep people at arm’s length—especially any boy who could be interested. If there even were any. That was why she had responded the way she had to Jay’s uninvited affections at the party after graduation. She had fallen for them because no boy had ever treated her like that before. After all, why would any boy actually like…her?
The tears welled up to the point of overflowing. Lily did her best to discreetly wipe her eyes as she briskly stepped away to find a family bathroom where she could let out her angst in peace. Once there, she spent a couple of minutes choking out wretched, self-pitying sobs, hating herself for doing so. She really just needed to get some sleep.
Once she had finished crying and cleaning up her face, she brushed her hair behind her ears and stepped out again into the hospital’s waiting room to make the phone call. She stood by the window, both for better reception and a modicum of privacy, and pressed the Dial button. It was still in the small hours of the morning, and Lily fully expected to be leaving a message on Brian’s voicemail as well. That was why she jumped slightly when, after three rings, she heard a gravelly “Angie?”
She cleared her throat and spoke, the words coming out with a higher pitch than she intended. “Hi, uh, no, Brian, it’s—it’s me, Lily.”
She could hear a shuffling on his end before his voice returned, more awake now. “Lily? Hey. What’s, uh, what is it?”
Lily licked her lips. “Well, Angie asked me to call you. We had to take her to the hospital. But listen, listen, don’t worry. They say she’ll be fine. But it looks like she has appendicitis, and they’re going to do surgery like, now.”
When Brian responded, he sounded louder, as though he were holding the phone closer to his face. “Wait, wait, wait. You said what? Appendicitis? Is, oh my word, is she okay?” There was an edge of fear in his voice.
“Yeah, no, she’ll be fine. Her stomach was hurting her a lot, but she seemed okay otherwise. They say she’ll be fine and not to worry. She just wanted me to tell you.”
There was a pause. “Um. Hm. Uh, okay. Okay.” Another pause, then a sigh. “Well, uh, thanks for, uh, letting me know, Lily.”
The awkwardness of the gap in the conversation began to stir up Lily’s resentments again. The two most important people in Angie’s life, with nothing in common but Angelica. She knew she was more emotional from the stressful night and exhaustion, and she should probably just end the call. “Sure thing. I’m sure she’ll call you once she’s out of surgery and awake.”
Now finished, Lily turned in the phone to be put with the rest of Angelica’s belongings. From what they understood from the hospital, Angelica would likely be kept for at least twenty-four hours before being discharged. She had already sorted it out for Lily to be among those contacted once the operation was over. For now, it was back to the apartment to catch up on some much-needed rest.
And so, having run through the gamut of emotions, Lily soon thereafter found herself curled up in the passenger seat of Katelyn’s car for the trip back, the interior silent with worry and weariness, and the night sky still dark and frozen.
~*~*~*~*~
Angelica’s process of coming to was a gradual one. As the anesthetics wore out of her system, her hazy mind drifted in and out of consciousness. The pain from earlier was mostly gone, replaced by a mild dull ache in her abdomen. She could remember the excruciating stabbing agony from several hours earlier, the explanations by the doctor of appendicitis and emergency surgery, and the nervousness of entering the operating room in nothing but a hospital gown and her underwear, with an IV in her right arm. She had been assured that her parents were being contacted, and moreover, she knew that Lily would be back as soon as she could be. Despite the gravity of the nature of the ordeal, it still wasn’t far from her head that she was glad it happened during a school break so she wouldn’t miss any classes.
Now, in the muddled and cloudy state of her brain, all these thoughts drifted listlessly through her consciousness, each one being recognized and yet seeming not to matter. Three times a nurse came to check her vital signs, stirring her to the surface of wakefulness for several seconds before she slipped back into languid slumber. She was roused a separate time when the nurse gently explained that she was going to remove the catheter before reaching under Angelica’s gown and extracting a plastic tube from her private parts. Angelica hadn’t even known that it was there, and the thought dreamily crossed her mind that she should feel bashful at someone seeing her genitalia, but the feeling didn’t come. She felt blissfully floaty, emotionlessly detached and suspended in ether, like a warm blanket. Her sleep was peaceful and dreamless, and the combination of the drugs she had been administered and the IV still in her vein meant that she became neither hungry nor thirsty.
What the IV did mean, however, was that her bladder was steadily filling. With the catheter gone, there was no place for her urine to go, and the steady drip into her bloodstream kept her kidneys producing a continual supply of it. She had by now been moved to a hospital room, one with a curtain going down the middle, and lay there under a blanket with one of those finger clamps people wear in hospitals on her right index finger. Attached to the rail close by her hand was a red button on the end of a cable. She could vaguely recall the nurse saying something about pushing it if she needed anything.
By now, the haze in her mind was lifting, and Angelica knew she wouldn’t be able to sleep any longer anyway as long as she needed to pee. Instinctively, she pushed down on the bed with her arms, trying to raise her torso upwards so she could sit up. There had to be a bathroom close by.
As soon as she tried, though, she noticed two things. The first was that her arms felt as though they were made of wood. She could barely get them to move at all. Although her head was clearing, she still felt immersed in a certain fairylike equanimity, and her evident partial paralysis didn’t disturb her in the slightest. She had the faint impression that she probably could move her arms, but only if she really wanted to. In fact, this may have been very close to the truth. But it was such an effort, and it was so much easier to just lie still.
The other thing she noticed was that as soon as she tried to contract her stomach muscles to pull herself forward, the gentle ache in her abdomen retaliated with a nasty stinging fire. Undoubtedly, in the direct aftermath of abdominal surgery, flexing her core was not the best idea. There was no way she could get out of this bed without help.
Her eyes flitted lazily back to the call button. It was situated mere inches away from her right hand. With a great expenditure of mental effort, she strained, willing her fingers to reach up and push the button. With her lethargic gaze still resting on the button, she could see as her fingertips lightly and casually brushed the edge of the plastic, but were unable to go any further.
Angelica let her hand drop once more. It took too much mental energy to try to lift it to call for the nurse to help her to the bathroom. It took too much energy to keep her eyes open, so she let her eyelids droop heavily closed once more. And it also took too much energy to keep holding her pee.
She sighed, the exhalation blowing out of her nostrils as she relaxed and began wetting the bed. In her dreamlike semiconsciousness, it seemed to matter about as little as the nurse seeing her privates when she took out the catheter. It wasn’t as if it were the first time she’d had an accident, and it beat trying to keep holding it. At least this way she could go back to sleep.
Her bladder quietly emptied itself under the blanket, the wet heat thoroughly soaking her panties and puddling around her butt, wicking into the thin and flimsy fabric of the hospital gown and expanding outwards across the mattress. The bedsheet did its best to soak up her urine, but its thin material and the fact that the mattress was nonabsorbent caused the damp spot to spread out broadly over the bed. She could feel the backs of her thighs grow warm with her incontinence, as she let her pee keep draining out into the bed, with no efforts to stop it.
After about ten seconds, she was finished. In her mind, the slightest hint of embarrassment began to sprout, but it did little to keep her from once again drifting off to sleep, as the puddle around her hips steadily cooled.
~*~*~*~*~
The turbulent and eventful night was followed by a morning no less turbulent and eventful for Lily. While Angelica was dozing tranquilly in her post-op slumber, Lily was wakened at a little after eight o’clock by her cell phone buzzing. Starting quickly and sitting up, she clumsily grabbed at it, trying to blink the sleep out of her eyes and read who it was. After a second or two of her eyes adjusting, she could see that it was Angelica’s mother. She quickly swiped to answer the call.
“Hello, Mrs. Carpenter,” she croaked. Her voice was raspy and she tried to clear out the sleep cobwebs discreetly.
“Lily! I got a call from a hospital, telling me that Angelica had an emergency surgery, but that she’s out now? Then I saw your missed calls and heard your messages. What happened? How did this all happen?” Her speech was quick, yet strained, as though she were trying not to panic.
Lily tried to gather her thoughts to give a coherent reply. “Um, well,” she began, before suddenly twitching as her bladder gave a little spasm. It had evidently refilled as she slept. “Well, last night Angelica seemed like she was coming down with something, so we just had her go to bed early. We thought it was a stomach bug or something.” Her bladder quivered again, and she used her free hand to rub her groin, trying to calm her urinary system. “Then, when we found her in the middle of the night, she was burning up and her stomach—”
“Found her? What do you mean? Where was she?”
“Uh, she was in the bathroom.” Lily wished she could be in the bathroom. Another wave of urgency passed through her, and she clenched her muscles tightly until it passed. “She had passed out and was on the floor.”
“Oh, my poor baby! Was she all right? Did she hit her head on anything?”
Lily glanced toward the bathroom door longingly. She was distracted by her need for a morning pee and didn’t fully digest the question. “Uh, mm, um, oh, no, I, I don’t think so.” The hand she was rubbing her crotch with had to give a quick squeeze. “But that was when we drove her to the hospital. If she had hurt her head, I’m sure they would take care of it.”
“Oh, good heavens. Oh, that must have been so awful for you, Lily. How are you doing now? Are you all right?”
Lily wanted to answer honestly and say that she really just needed to go relieve herself and then they could keep talking, but she felt that would be too awkward—especially with someone close to her mom’s age and who knew about her condition. She instead stood up, hand still between her thighs, and paced over to the bathroom door. “I’m okay now. It was scary at first, y’know, but once we got her to the hospital, it was a lot better. I think we mainly just needed our sleep afterwards.”
“Oh, yes, that makes sense. Well, Angelica’s father and I are getting ready to drive out there to see her. Do you think you would want to come too? We can pick you up once we’re close. It’ll be about an hour and a half, though.”
Lily opened her mouth to answer, but just then, another contraction from her bladder made her have to cross her legs and bend over at the waist. She was able to weather the wave of desperation, but not before a hot leak of urine jetted into her underwear, immediately heating them up in a spot right over her private parts. She gasped and bit her lip, giving a sidelong look at the toilet. Should she just go use it right now, while still on the phone? But what if Angelica’s mom could hear it? Still bent at the waist and holding herself, she ground her rear end into the doorframe and tried to formulate a response. “Uh, um, that, uh, that—” Another spurt. The wetness on her underwear, having cooled slightly, was now instantly reheated and expanded. She could feel it down between her legs and starting to go up the back slightly. “—that sounds good. Sure. Yes, thank you very much.”
“Yes, of course. Oh, you poor thing. That must have been quite the ordeal for you to go through, especially all by yourselves.”
Lily gritted her teeth as another leak slipped out, this one more of a slow and gentle trickle than a spurt. Her ability to dam the flow was rapidly abating. She had to empty herself, and now. Already the fabric under her hand was growing damp, and a glance downward confirmed that the cloth was turning noticeably darker out from under where she was still impotently grabbing herself. She tightened all her muscles for all she was worth and managed to reply, “Yeah, it was scary. But I think I’m okay now.” She couldn’t keep her voice entirely level as she said that last lie.
“Well, all right. I won’t keep you any longer. We should be there to pick you up a little before ten.”
“Okay, sounds good!” Her voice was filled with an obviously fake amount of pep, in her attempt both to expedite the end of the phone call and to cover up the panic welling up in her. Sweat drops had begun to bead on her forehead at the prospect of relief mere feet away. And here she was, trapped and slowly wetting herself. Another leak broke free, and the wetness was now going down one thigh. An alarmed glance to her right confirmed that Natasha and Katelyn were both still in bed and couldn’t see her in this state. Thank goodness.
“All right. See you then. Oh, and thank you, Lily, for taking care of Ange for us.”
Lily laughed nervously. “No problem. She would’ve done the same for me. Bye!” Without waiting for a response, she hastily pushed the End Call button and tore into the bathroom. The door was closed without locking it, and she was already peeing by the time she got her pants down and was sitting on the toilet. The relief was glorious, and she heaved a heavy sigh and leaned her head back against the wall as she fully emptied her bladder.
Once done, she inspected the damage to her clothes. While she had averted a full-blown accident, there was still an extremely obvious wet patch on her pajama pants, and her panties were soaked. After washing her hands, she grabbed her towel from where she had hung it on Friday and wrapped it around herself for some cover as she ventured back out to get some dry clothes. Her wet ones would have to be wrapped up and stowed away discreetly, along with the others from earlier this morning. There went all the pajamas she had packed for this outing. Two accidents in one night? That was a new record, even for her.
~*~*~*~*~
It turned out to be nearly a quarter past ten by the time the Carpenters actually arrived. In the time beforehand, Lily had rummaged up a quick breakfast, showered, and packed up her things. She then did her best to do a suitable job packing a bag for Angelica as well. If the original plan was for the two of them to head back to their parents’ for Christmas, then she imagined the best idea would be for Angie to do her convalescing there—and since she had no idea when Angelica would be discharged, at least she would be ready.
She hid her wet clothes away in her bag, wrapped tightly in plastic bags. While her own parents were no strangers to having to wash her wet pants and underwear, she still wanted to at least try to keep them from finding out about her miniature accidents here. Despite her several incidents since graduating, a part of her still clung to the hope of at least maintaining the façade of dryness to her family—and Angelica’s family also. She had been seen by them with wet pants enough times already.
Thus it was that in the time left after finishing all the packing and double-checking everything, she compulsively used the bathroom three times in the span of twenty minutes, trying to make sure she was as empty as possible. The last thing she needed was to be caught short needing a toilet while with Mr. and Mrs. Carpenter. By this time, Katelyn was up and making coffee, and the two engaged in passing conversation. She offered Lily a cup, who declined it, despite still being behind on sleep. A diuretic would not be welcome at the moment.
Once Angelica’s parents arrived, Lily quickly ran her plan by them, producing the bag for Angelica and throwing her own bag in her car. Mrs. Carpenter thanked her again, Lily climbed in, and they were off. Both in daylight and with the tension of last night passed, the drive to the hospital seemed much shorter than it had close to eight hours earlier.
Upon reaching the hospital, there were some preliminary minutes spent with Angelica’s mom and dad having to supply the insurance information that wasn’t available earlier, while they waited for the doctor to come and explain the details of the situation to them. The doctor appeared after about eight minutes, looking hurried but amiable, and escorted them into a private room. Lily at first felt awkward, not knowing if she was included, but both of Angelica’s parents and the doctor said she was free to join, and the next thing they knew, all three were seated on stuffy vinyl armchairs while the doctor read from her notes.
“When Angelica first came in, judging from the signs she was presenting, most notably the fever, loss of appetite, and especially the pain in her lower right abdomen, our first suspicion was acute appendicitis. She presented with positive Rosenstein and Aure-Rozanova signs, which are both pretty good indications of our diagnosis being correct. Naturally, we ran her blood work as well, and her elevated white blood cell count confirmed this. She told us that she has no allergies that she is aware of, and so we immediately started her on a regimen of amoxicillin and cefazolin to combat infection, then administered a general anesthetic before proceeding with a laparascopic appendectomy. She was in and out of surgery in an hour, and so far she’s been recovering well. She will most likely be ready to be discharged by tomorrow morning.”
The Carpenters had been listening intently, Mr. Carpenter’s hand on his wife’s, though Lily wondered how much more they understood than she did. About half of what the doctor said was unintelligible to her, and she didn’t really know how to respond. Instead of saying anything, she merely sat still and silent, her hands folded in her lap.
The doctor took a breath and smiled. “All in all, it was a pretty straightforward procedure, with no complications. Her appendix hadn’t burst, and there appear to be no signs of septicemia. It was good that she was brought in when she was.” Here she turned her gaze to Lily, who sat up straighter under the subtle compliment. “We will of course continue to monitor her condition, but assuming she gets to go home tomorrow morning, we’ll send her off with a prescription for post-operative antibiotics that she’ll have to stay on for two weeks. She should avoid strenuous activity, especially activity that stresses her core abdominal muscles, for about two weeks also. Recovery differs from person to person, and the important thing is for her to listen to her body and not try to push it into healing faster than it already is. And one more thing—I know this is the holiday season, but she should do her best to limit her intake of fatty foods while she recovers as well.”
She shifted her posture back in a pose that indicated she was finished with her briefing. “Do you all have any questions? You’re more than welcome to visit her whenever you like. In fact, if one of you would like to stay the night here with her, that may make it more comfortable for her.”
Angelica’s parents turned to look at each other, their faces full of uneasiness. Her mom spoke haltingly, “I don’t know—do you think we could?”
Her dad paused pensively, the side of his mouth scrunching up in the same way that Angelica’s did when she was thinking. “I’m not sure. We’ll need the car early tomorrow, and the drive is far…unless you stay here the whole day and I drive home alone tonight…and then I guess I would come back and pick you both up? Ah, but we don’t know what time that will be yet…”
Lily, who had been feeling something like a third wheel this whole time, saw her chance to help out. “I can stay with Angie tonight, if you like. And then I can drive her home once she’s out also.”
Mr. and Mrs. Carpenter looked at her, then at each other, before nodding tentatively to each other and then more confidently to Lily. Mr. Carpenter replied. “That would work out really well, actually. Thank you, Lily.”
With that sorted, the doctor saw to it that they were directed by a nurse’s aide to the room where Angelica was.
~*~*~*~*~
By the time her parents showed up at her room, Angelica had been awake for an hour or so. The ebbs and flows of sleep had gradually grown less and less before abating entirely as the drugs and her own need for rest wore off. Now she found herself fully awake, though still with a certain torpor in her limbs and overall state of being. She had gained consciousness quietly, with no words or reactions given, and then remained that way, lying still, eyes and ears attentive, but attempting to neither say nor do anything.
Part of it was recovery from surgery. The pain in her abdomen was still present, a mild throbbing that was bearable but grew worse if she attempted to move. Clearly she had some recuperation in front of her, a process that would undoubtedly mostly comprise lying still and resting. She had no book or phone or TV with her, so the only thing to do at all was to remain where she was in silence.
The other reason, however, was the fact that she was lying in her own puddle of pee. She could recall through the haze of her semi-lucid state earlier her half-hearted attempts to call for a nurse to help her to the bathroom and then her all too soon capitulation to her bladder. In her fully alert state now, the embarrassment and self-reproach that she hadn’t felt in that moment all began to catch up to her. The idea of thinking it was okay to just give in and wet the bed simply because using the bathroom like an adult took all the colossal effort of pushing a button was utterly shameful. Of course, she knew it was only because she was half awake. Yet somehow, that made it even worse—it would have been better if she’d peed the bed when fully asleep than when only partly asleep. At least if she’d been totally asleep, she wouldn’t remember doing it—and worse, remember choosing to do it.
So, now she sat here, not sure what to do. The rational part of her mind told her that nurses are used to bodily functions and have to deal with much worse than relatively benign urine. Nevertheless, the rest of her—the part that felt embarrassment at every accident she’d had, the part that had quailed at the prospect of Brian finding out about them—didn’t quite have the courage yet to confess to a nurse that she’d wet herself. It didn’t help that the IV was steadily replenishing her fluids, making her have to pee again. During her inner turmoil, an orderly had come in bearing a tray of breakfast, and shortly thereafter a nurse had come to check her vital signs and ask how she was feeling. Angelica had kept her answers short and an artificial smile on her face, trying to avoid arousing any suspicion as to the state of her underwear. The nurse seemed to be satisfied by her responses, but before leaving, changed out her IV bag for a fresh one. Terrific. Now she would have to come clean sooner or later, but how was she supposed to go about doing that?
It was in this condition of psychological tension that she was greeted by her parents entering the room, followed shortly by Lily. The look of relieved pathos on their faces, but most especially her mother’s, was enough to snap Angelica’s attention away from her covert puddle and toward the reality of the dreadful worry they must have been experiencing. She raised her arms toward them, surprised at how easy it was to move them now, and her mom came in for a heartfelt (though gentle) hug, being careful not to move her too much. The hug lasted for a long time, and was followed by a shorter though no less caring one from her dad. Lastly, Lily also hugged her, with both of them giggling as they separated, since they had just seen each other eight hours prior.
Naturally, the first part of their conversation was filled with inquisitions as to how she was feeling, what had happened, et cetera. Most of it was information her parents had already heard from Lily and the hospital staff, and Angelica didn’t feel up for talking long as it was, so her answers were kept terse, though not brusque. She had a feeling that conversing was mostly a way for her mom to ease the anxiety inside, which was confirmed when the topic switched to news from home, and then to nothing but trivial small talk. Angelica merely listened, smiling weakly on one side of her face, glad to see the concern melting away from her parents. Her mom was by now sitting in the chair by her bedside, and her dad was leaning up against it, one arm on the back, his other hand in his pocket. By their body language, you would never have guessed they were visiting their only daughter in the hospital. They looked genuinely at ease.
She herself, on the other hand, hoped she didn’t look as on edge as she felt. As the conversation progressed, her bladder had grown fuller and fuller, and she was now starting to be afraid. She had hoped that when the moment came of having to tell a nurse that she’d wet her panties, that she’d be alone. But now, with her family here—what could she do? It’s one thing to excuse yourself from a conversation to go to the bathroom, but it is quite another thing when excusing yourself thus would reveal that it was already a little too late. So, here she was: afraid of revealing her puddle, but unable to keep from adding to it otherwise. She shifted slightly in the bed, her urine squelching unpleasantly around her butt as she did so. She hoped it couldn’t be heard and also hoped she wasn’t blushing. Her private parts itched disagreeably from being soaked in her own urine.
“Patrick should be coming this weekend. We told him about what happened, and he sounded very concerned. He might try to text you or call you. Do you have your phone here?”
Patrick was Angelica’s older brother, and she felt a little bashful at forgetting that he might want to know that his sister was in the hospital. “Um, I don’t think so…”
Lily chimed in. “I brought a bag of your things, Angie. I put your phone with it. I’ll bring it in. Oh, and I think they left your PJs here too. Better make sure we don’t forget them here.”
“Thanks, Lil.”
Lily stood to leave the room, and Angelica’s mom continued. “He also thinks he’s going to propose to Erin on Christmas. Isn’t that wonderful?”
Angelica didn’t know her brother’s current girlfriend that well, but naturally this was something to be excited over. If only she didn’t have to pee right now. She did her best to cover her discomfort. “Wow! That’s really…great.” A better word hadn’t come to mind. She was too distracted by her predicament.
“Isn’t it? He says he has it all planned out. It does mean he’ll have to drive to her house on Christmas day, though, so we won’t get to see him as much.” She sighed. “Oh, but that’s not really important. The important thing is how happy he is. You should have seen his face when he told me over FaceTime. He was positively glowing.”
There was a lull, as if for Angelica to respond, but nothing came to mind for her to say. She shifted again, trying to clench her muscles. The IV, meanwhile, kept steadily dripping away. What could she do? She didn’t want to kick her parents out, but she couldn’t let them see her wet bed. How could she diplomatically get them to leave for a few minutes? Her bladder twitched, and she winced briefly, hoping—ahem—desperately that it wasn’t noticeable.
Her mother picked up the conversation again. “Yes, it will be so wonderful for the two of them. Erin is such a lovely girl. I’m sure she’ll be perfect for him. Even now, you can see how in love he is. He’s just so happy.” She smiled contentedly, and Angelica had to make herself smile too. After a pause, her mother resumed, “I can see the same thing in you, Ange, whenever you talk about Brian. I know it’s too early to talk about something like engagement, but I can tell how much he means to you…and how much you mean to him.”
Angelica’s bladder quivered again. She was stuck here, needing badly to pee, unable to excuse herself. Already, her parents had been aware of more times that she’d wet her pants than she ever wanted, and there were other times they knew nothing about. But Brian, on the other hand—Brian knew all about her accidents. She’d peed herself in front of him on more than one occasion, often, as she now thought about it, at key turning points in the development of their relationship. Her memory went back to the incident at the car wash several months earlier, and how it had coincided with the two of them confessing that they loved each other. And then afterwards—afterwards she had been made to come clean to him about the multiple times she had had accidents, all while experiencing yet another one. And somehow….somehow they had only served to bring them closer together, every time. A bizarre new idea crossed the threshold of her mind. It almost seemed as though her pee accidents, rather than humiliating her and ruining her life, had instead worked in the opposite direction. It was because of wetting her pants that she was now best friends with Lily, and—in an utterly extraordinary way—her wet pants had also been inextricably interlaced with her relationship with Brian. Could it be…that her accidents were actually…a blessing in disguise? And now, she needed to go again…and now, they were talking about Brian again. It was like a cosmic sign, an auspicious presage, telling her that all was well, and she could let go.
Angelica winced again, slightly more obviously this time, as she began to rewet the bed. Utterly involuntarily, the floodgates again reopened, and her urine started jetting fiercely out into her underwear. The damp and itchy material grew hot and soggy once more, and she could feel the pool around her thighs warming up as it was added to. The liquid sprayed out through her panties, which had been instantly resaturated, and sprinkled out against the inside of her thighs before extending further down and expanding her existing puddle. She tried not to let anything show on her face, but she was sure that she was turning red as her private lake of pee got even bigger, the nonabsorbent mattress causing the borders to expand outwards. She severely hoped that it wouldn’t start dripping off the sides of the bed or darkening the blanket, which was by now the only thing left protecting her dignity. She also couldn’t tell how much of the hissing sound she could hear was her pee’s forceful exodus and how much was the blood ringing in her ears. Either way, she felt on the verge of panic.
Her dad must have noticed the expression on her face, because he moved to a fully standing position, laid a hand on his wife’s shoulder, and said, “Why don’t we let her get some rest now, honey.” Angelica herself said nothing, hoping silently that he had chalked up whatever discomfort he had seen on her face to pain, not embarrassment. Her mom nodded and stood, then reached a hand out to Angelica’s cheek before coming back in for a hug. Angelica couldn’t suppress a little squeaking whimper as her mother leaned in again, mere inches away from where she was still peeing into the mattress, the hospital blanket her only concealment. Once her mother pulled away, her father also gave her a hug, thankfully not as closely, although by now her bladder was nearly empty. Then both her parents stepped away, giving heartfelt waves as they did so. Angelica reciprocated only lukewarmly, still getting over the shock of wetting the bed a second time.
As soon as they were out of the room, she lifted the blanket to survey the damage. Her hospital gown was completely soaked from her navel downwards, not a dry spot to be found. Moreover, her puddle had grown almost comically huge by now, spreading widely out from both hips, down to her calves, and even up her back. This had to be taken care of. No matter how awkward it may be, she would just have to call a nurse to come and help her get cleaned up.
Just then, though, Lily’s face appeared from around the curtain, and Angelica hastily lowered the blanket back down. She didn’t want Lily to know what had happened. In her mind, she told herself that her reticence was because of Lily’s sympathetic spastic bladder, and revealing that she’d had an accident would only make things worse for Lily. In reality, though, she knew full well that the reason she didn’t want Lily to know about her wetting the bed was that it would be embarrassing. Even though they had originally bonded over wetting their pants, she still didn’t volunteer that information if possible.
So why had she with Brian?
All these thoughts flashed through Angelica’s head in an instant, as Lily came in bearing a travel bag. “Here you go, Angie.” She placed the bag on the rolling table beside the bed. “Your phone is in the outside pouch. I told Brian you’d want to call him once you were up. I’m sure he’s pretty worried about you.”
Angelica smiled. “Thanks, Lil.” She reached for the bag, and Lily opened the pouch for her and pulled out the phone, handing it to her. “I think I’ll do that now.”
“All right. And then keep resting, I guess? We’ll be around, so you can always call us.”
“Sure thing. Thanks.”
Lily smiled again and stood to leave. Before she could disappear behind the curtain again, though, Angelica spoke up again. “Oh, Lil? Before you go, could you get me another blanket?”
~*~*~*~*~
The phone call with Brian was short, since Angelica’s conversational stamina was still low. Its main purpose had been to reassure Brian that she was indeed all right, and just recuperating after her surgery. The relief in his voice was wonderful to hear, and a fair amount of the tail end of the conversation consisted almost entirely of him reiterating again and again in as many ways as he could think of just how much he loved her. She couldn’t help but blush at this, her smile dominating one cheek.
As their talk neared its end, however, Angelica found that she was once more overtaken by a wave of sleepiness. She told Brian, and they brought the call to a close, though not without the protracted sentiments that usually accompany the final moments of interactions between young lovers. Once it was over, she lay in bed, clasping her phone over her chest. Drowsiness clouded her mind, and before she knew it, she had again drifted off to sleep. By now, her puddle had cooled to the point of being less perceptible, the extra blanket eliminated the risk of her urine soaking through the top, and her thoughts of calling a nurse to help her get cleaned up vanished in the fog of hypnogogia.
When she awoke, she was startled to realize that she was peeing into the sheets, again. Somehow she had started to wet herself without even feeling it. She gasped and instinctively grabbed at her thighs, then remembered that this would only make it soak through, and instead let go, merely lying there in stunned silence as her bladder emptied itself against her will. This time, she finished very quickly, in only about seven seconds. It seemed insane that she would start peeing involuntarily in her sleep. That had never happened before. It was also odd that she’d wet herself when she evidently didn’t need to go all that badly. And moreover, it was weird that this time, it had kind of burned as she peed.
Well, this couldn’t continue. Embarrassing as it was, she would need to get cleaned up. She took a deep breath and pushed the call button. The IV bag, meanwhile, never stopped dripping.
~*~*~*~*~
The rest of the morning passed by slowly. Angelica was grateful to find that Lily had packed some books in the bag, and reading them helped pass the time. She was also grateful to be in clean sheets and clothes. A nurse’s aide had shown up when she’d pushed the button, and she had to admit that she’d wet the bed. Thankfully, the aide showed no emotion at this, simply moving professionally to help clean her up. This was the initial embarrassment out of the way, but there were two more to come. The first was when she realized once in the bathroom that she couldn’t bend down to take her panties off. That meant that the aide had to help undress and dress her, and also wipe down her legs with some damp cloths. The skin was red and irritated, and Angelica knew that she had what was the equivalent of a diaper rash, though she was greatly relieved that the aide never referred to it as such.
The second embarrassment was when another aide, who had come in to change the bedsheets, was forced to ask for help from a third one when faced with the prospect of cleaning up such an enormous puddle. Even between the two of them, it took longer than normal, and Angelica had to stand there, supported by the first aide, watching and waiting until her pee-drenched bed was dried, sanitized, and re-sheeted. Thank goodness all that was past her now. Reading helped distract her from the fresh memory.
Her parents had let her know that they would come by again in the afternoon to see her, but that afterwards, they would be heading back home. Lily was going to spend the night with Angelica in the hospital, then drive her to her parents’ home once she was discharged. In this time of early afternoon, Angelica was left by herself. She had spent most of the time in her books.
Something that she was aware of, however, was how her bladder felt as though it was filling faster than normal. She would be fine one moment, and then the next be hit by a sudden and massive urge to use the bathroom, her bladder on fire. It was still difficult to get up, and she had to call for help whenever this happened. Every time, she felt as though she barely made it in time, even though the wait couldn’t have been longer than three minutes. The third time, she actually began to leak as she entered the bathroom, pee squirting into her underwear and starting to trickle down her legs before she could get seated on the toilet. She declined to point this out to the nurse’s aide. Additionally, each time she peed, it burned as it came out. She wasn’t sure what was causing this, but hoped and assumed that it was merely the aftermath of her surgery.
Things took a downhill turn, unfortunately, at close to four o’clock. She was close to being finished with a chapter in A Tale of Two Cities when the need to go struck. Unwilling to give up her book just yet, she pressed on, telling herself that she would be fine. Just one more page—surely she could wait that long.
As it turned out, she wasn’t fine, and she couldn’t wait that long.
She had gotten no more than halfway done with her page, clenching and grimacing more than she thought should be necessary to stay in control. But then, with only a few paragraphs left, it happened. With no warning, her sphincter opened, and hot, fiery urine began surging out of her. She gasped and leaned forward, stunned and unable to move as she wet the bed again, this time soiling her new underwear and fresh sheets. The pain made her cringe and whimper as her pee, torturous in its exodus, flooded swelteringly out and pooled around her bottom. She was empty in close to eight seconds—at least, she stopped peeing after eight seconds. She still felt as though she had to go, even though an active push confirmed that there was nothing left to expel.
This wasn’t good. Now what? Call the nurse’s aide, again, to explain that she’d wet the bed? Again? The thought seemed utterly mortifying to her. Instead, she just lay there, in consternation and disquietude, and tried to focus on her book. Although there was only half a page left to the chapter, it took her four tries before she could process what she read well enough to finish.
~*~*~*~*~
The remainder of the day passed very uncomfortably for Angelica. She wasn’t able to work up the gumption to ask for her bed to be changed again, and as the afternoon wore on, it seemed just as well. Whenever she needed to pee, it would be no more than a minute later that she would be peeing, whether she wanted to or not. And it hurt—it hurt to the point that she dreaded having to go at all. Not that she had a choice in the matter. Her bladder filled against her will, and then it would empty against her will as well. Each time it did, she would lean forward as much as she could in her post-op condition, gripping the bedrails and gritting her teeth from the pain, with sweat beading on her forehead. It was pure misery.
By the time her parents came to see her again before they left, her puddle had nearly reached its prior borders. During their visit, she peed herself several more times, though these were much shorter in duration. She found out, in her attempt to disguise her plight, that it was easier to go whenever the urge first presented itself in the slightest, rather than wait for it to build up. Each of these micro-wettings lasted only about three seconds apiece, and she was able to mask the pain in her face more easily.
Then, once her parents had left, she was left alone again. She knew Lily would be coming later, close to 8:30, and she did not want to be in this condition until then. Still, she waited as long as she could before psyching herself up to push that little red button. The longer she waited, the more likely there would be a different shift on duty—one that hadn’t already had to change her bed.
Her reasoning appeared to work, as the aide who answered her call was someone she hadn’t seen before. Just like the time earlier in the day, the woman who responded to the button didn’t appear to show any shock or disgust at what had happened, instead merely helping Angelica to the bathroom to be changed again. At least there were multiple sets of clothes in the bag Lily had brought. Angelica chose a new pair of panties, doing her best to hide the already soiled pair from view, and shuffled off to get into them. She also knew better at this point than to watch when her bed was being cleaned up.
Once everything was ready, she made her way back to the bed, holding her head straight, resisting the impulse to try to hide her face. Maybe if she acted like nothing was wrong, just like the hospital staff had, then she could forget all about this. She also realized, to her consolation, that she could walk by herself much more easily by now. Hopefully that meant that she could get up to use the bathroom on her own from now on.
Thus it was that by the time Lily arrived, she was greeted by an Angelica who was somewhat abnormally optimistic and cheerful. Little did she know that it was because it was one of the few times today that Angelica lay in a dry bed.
~*~*~*~*~
Lily stirred fitfully in her sleep. After getting to the hospital, she and Angelica had spent close to an hour talking about anything and nothing in particular. During that time, it did seem as though Angelica had to get up to use the bathroom a good deal more often than normal, but other than that, it was just like any other time the two of them spent together. There were moments when it even slipped her mind, albeit briefly, that they were currently in a hospital because she had found Angelica collapsed on the floor less than twenty-four hours earlier.
Still, despite her good spirits, Angelica did tire out more quickly than normal and decided she wanted to turn in. One last trip to the toilet, and then she and Lily wished each other good night. After Angelica closed her eyes and began to drift off, Lily spent another forty-five minutes or so on her phone, aimlessly entertaining herself, the room suddenly feeling sullen and lonely. She also discovered, to her annoyance, that the light on the wall by the curtain evidently stayed on 24/7. That, combined with having to try to fall asleep in a hospital armchair, made her prospects of sleeping well go more than a little sour.
She did her best. Nevertheless, it took her close to twenty minutes to find a position that was at least halfway comfortable, and then another thirty minutes to finally slip into a light and restless slumber.
As she slept, the memories of the last day flitted to and fro through her head. The ease and joie de vivre which the two friends had just shared merged and blended in the confusion of her dozing brain with the shock and terror she had experienced on first finding Angie on the floor. In her dreaming state, which was rapidly becoming a nightmare, the two events crisscrossed and bled in and out of each other, and the jealousy she had felt earlier seeped into both, distorting them until she wasn’t sure which was real and which was false. In one moment, her jumbled and bewildered subconsciousness would tell her that the scariness of seeing Angelica passed out in the bathroom was all just a bad dream, and the truth was that everything was fine, and the two of them were having fun together; and in the next moment, like a mask coming off, came the suggestion, like a haunting specter, that her memories of friendship with Angie were nothing more than memories, and that the reality was that Angie was dying—or dead. What she had found on the bathroom floor hadn’t been Angelica, but merely her body—her corpse. And there were even venomous whispers saying that she was glad of it; or worse, that it had been her doing.
With a start, Lily jerked awake. Her brain was still muddled and foggy, and her dreams seemed to overlap with the waking world. It didn’t help that her neck was dreadfully stiff and that she didn’t know where she was at first. Blinking the sleep and confusion out of her eyes, she tried to make sense of her surroundings. Slowly and gradually, remembrance seeped back into the forefront of her brain, but it brought with it no abatement of the unease still roiling in her gut. She also realized that she had to pee.
It was coming back to her now: she was at the hospital, spending the night with Angelica. Angelica had been brought here two nights ago to get an operation done, and then she would be released. Or was she brought here last night? Lily’s head wasn’t yet clear, and the fact that the room appeared identical to how it had when she had first gone to sleep unnerved her somehow. The same light on the wall was still lit, making it difficult to gauge how late—or early—it actually was. Had she been asleep for fifteen minutes or five hours? How long had Angie been in the hospital, anyway? Her brain was resisting lucidity.
Lily leaned forward and stood, trying to get the blood flowing to think clearly again. She rubbed her eyes and stared at Angelica lying in bed. She lay in the exact same position that she had been in when Lily had first gone to sleep, and for some reason this unnerved her even more. Now that she thought about it, Angelica was lying completely still—totally, absolutely, entirely still. Ghastly terrors surged up through Lily, prickling her skin with goosebumps and making her hair stand on end. Additionally, a quiver went through her bladder, and she had to clamp her legs together. Staring at Angelica’s motionless body in the bed sent pictures through her head of mannequins and doppelgängers, cleverly disguised facsimiles straight out of uncanny valley, like in Invasion of the Body Snatchers. More grisly and primal were the notions of corpses, lifeless and empty containers, like Victorian dolls. She remembered the practice of taking photographs with dead relatives that people used to do in the 1800s, and she lost her nerve.
With one swift motion, she reached out and flung the blanket off Angelica. Angelica didn’t move at all, not even a sigh or a twitch. Lily stared in horror, unable to see Angelica’s chest rise or fall. But then something else caught her attention.
Down at Angelica’s crotch, there was a dark wet puddle.
As Lily gawked at Angelica’s accident, mouth agape, she noticed that the puddle wasn’t just there—it was getting bigger. Indeed, in the relative silence, above the assorted faint noises of hospital equipment and her own thumping heart, Lily could hear the quiet hssssss of Angelica wetting the bed.
Panic flooded through Lily’s nerves. She knew that when people die they lose control of their bodily functions. And all her nightmares, and then suddenly waking up—why had she jerked awake just then? A chill went through her, down to her soul. She had heard of things like this. Had she been woken up by Angelica’s spirit leaving her body?
Had Angie just…died?
Soul-tearing terror raced through Lily’s body as she suddenly screamed involuntarily, not knowing what else to do. She bolted for the door just in time to almost run into the nurse on duty, who had come to see what the matter was. In her panic and distress, Lily could barely form words. “It’s…it’s her…my friend…I, I, I don’t think…I don’t know…I don’t think she’s breathing…”
The nurse had begun to move even before Lily could finish explaining herself. With a swift efficiency, she moved behind the curtain and out of Lily’s sight. Lily stood by the door, unable and unwilling to follow, her feet feeling leaden. She discovered quite unexpectedly that she was bawling by now, tears streaming down her face in sheer dread. The other patient in the room had been roused by all the noise and was now glancing around in confusion, looking at Lily, then the curtain, then back at Lily—and then down at her legs. It was at that point that Lily suddenly noticed that she didn’t feel the need to pee anymore.
Looking down at herself, she gasped. Her corduroy pants were dark, almost black, in a wide patch around her crotch. The wetness reached down her left thigh, almost to her knee, and was now making its journey down her right leg as well. She was unable to stop herself as she wet her pants in pure fear, her pee jetting helplessly out into her sopping underwear. Her legs were shaking and her sobs continued, but she could do nothing about it. It was almost as if her nightmares had never ended, and now she was locked in a form of sleep paralysis. She could feel the shameful heat spread itself across her butt as well, expanding insatiably underneath her left cheek, and now it was trickling down into her left shoe. A moment later, and the hot yellow liquid began pooling on the tile floor around her feet. It was joined by a stream that broke off her right leg just above the knee and sprinkled and splashed loudly into the puddle she had already made, splattering droplets of pee humiliatingly all over her tennis shoes.
Within ten seconds, she had completely emptied herself, and still she stood, rooted to the spot in trepidation. She put a hand over her mouth, muffling her cries as she shook uncontrollably from the shock. When she had first found Angelica on the floor in the apartment, that had been bad enough, but just now—seeing Angie like that, not knowing whether or not she was dead, again—it was like ripping the scab off the original trauma. A tiny, faraway part of her wondered if this was the kind of thing you could get PTSD from. And now, even though her bladder was empty, her insides suddenly twisted, sending a shudder of pain through her abdomen. Without warning, she farted loudly and grabbed her bottom with her free hand. She couldn’t be sure, but at this moment, she felt as though she might likely mess herself as well. And what was taking the nurse so long?
As if to answer her question, the curtain was abruptly partially slid back to reveal the nurse with one arm around Angelica, helping her walk forward while using her IV pole for support. Upon seeing Angelica alive, Lily let out a cry and rushed forward, wrapping her arms around her best friend. Tears welled up and spilled over afresh, though these ones were more of relief than grief or fear.
“Oh, Angie! Angie, Angie, I thought you were dead.” Her face was buried in Angelica’s shoulder, muffling her words and absorbing her tears.
The nurse was a little taken aback by Lily’s sudden and forceful display of emotion. She spoke with a hint of humor in her voice. “No, not dead in the traditional sense. Just a very deep sleeper. Of course, that means she’s getting her rest, which is what we want.”
Lily pulled her face back and looked Angelica in the eye with a wet, mushy expression. Angelica smiled limply on one side and said in a throaty, just-woken-up rasp, “Yeah, I’m fine, Lil. I was just totally out of it.”
Lily heaved a sigh at how comforting it was to hear her friend’s voice. “But it didn’t look like you were breathing…and then you’d wet the bed…”
Angelica blushed and cleared her throat. “Oh. Yeah…I guess I was sleeping pretty deeply.” She smiled awkwardly.
Lily laughed, her tension from only minutes earlier blissfully abating. “But so what? Look at me. I got so scared, thinking you were dead, that I totally peed my pants.” She stepped back and looked down, pulling her soaked corduroys forward with her hands to be better on display.
The nurse raised an eyebrow, but Angelica raised both. Of course, it wasn’t very unusual for Lily to have incontinence issues, but now—now with her own recent bladder problems, this wasn’t something Angelica wanted to see. She knew Lily was only showing her out of solidarity, but viewing it made a sharp knife of pain pierce her crotch. As the fiery sensation mounted, she vaguely wondered if this was what it was like for Lily.
Without warning, she grimaced and then moaned, leaning forward slightly. The next thing anyone knew, there was a hiss and then a two-second splattering as Angelica peed her panties in another micro-wetting, gritting her teeth and breathing heavily as she did so. Her urine splattered over the floor, splashing her hospital socks and sending a few trickles down her legs.
The nurse saw what had happened and took on a matronly tone. “Okay. Well then, let’s get you cleaned up and then you can go back to resting. And you can call us if you need any more help with anything, including getting to the toilet. That’s why we’re here.” She reached back and pushed the button on the bed again. Then, addressing Lily, she asked gently, “Do you have anything to change into, hon?”
Lily took a second to reply. She was still shocked at seeing Angelica wet herself in response to seeing her accident. Normally it was the other way around. Could some of her sympathetic condition be rubbing off on Angelica? That sounded like her worst nightmare. Even now, with a recently emptied bladder, her insides quivered in response to seeing Angelica lose control of her bodily functions. She realized with a start that she hadn’t answered the question and snapped her gaping mouth shut before opening it again to reply, “Uh…oh, uh, yeah. Yeah, I’ve got a bag. With me.”
The nurse nodded before proceeding. “I’ll just get this one cleaned up, then the bathroom’s all yours.” She resumed her pilgrimage with Angelica on her arm. At that point, a nurse’s aide appeared in the doorway. The nurse addressed him, “Can we get the bedsheets changed here? And call a janitor to clean up the floor as well.” He nodded and disappeared again.
As Angelica passed by Lily, she breathed out a quiet, “Sorry, Lil.” Then she and the nurse were in the bathroom, and the door cut them off from sight, leaving Lily by herself. She took a deep breath and stared down at the tiny puddle left by Angelica, then turned her head to face her own much larger one. Did she just make Angie have an accident? That wasn’t how it worked. That wasn’t how it went at all. And then, despite having already peed herself, her intestines were still unsettled. The memories of their disastrous trip to Fright Manor resurfaced, and how even after she’d wet her pants, she ended up soiling them—but not until Angelica had. As if on cue, she could feel her bowels rumble, and then another fart trumpeted out. She instantly grabbed her behind and bit her lip. No. No, no, no. She couldn’t let history repeat itself.
Butt still clenched, she shuffled back to Angelica’s side of the room to grab some spare clothes from her bag. While there, more gas slipped out unbidden, each burst threatening to bring something more with it. She had to squeeze her muscles as tightly as possible to stay in control. The cooling wetness now clinging to her skin on her legs and especially all around her private parts was only making it worse.
New clothes in hand, she speed walked back to the other side of the room by the bathroom. Now she had to wait until it was free. In theory it wouldn’t take that long for Angie to simply get new underwear on and a new hospital gown, but every second, Lily’s psychological resolve was slipping. She knew she should resist the urge to knock on the door, since they would be out as soon as they could. But there was Angelica’s miniature pool on the floor, and there was her own large pool on the floor, now spreading out under the other patient’s bed, and soon a janitor would be coming in to clean up both and he’d see them both, and here she was in soaked and dripping pants…
More gas came squeaking out of her rear, and this time, her fears were validated. As her flatulence exited, she could feel something solid begin to stretch open her sphincter. With her clothes under her arm and panic on her face, she grabbed her cheeks with both hands, trying to physically hold them closed. A whimper emerged from where she was biting her lip, doing everything in her power to keep from humiliating herself further.
At that point, the bathroom door opened, and Angelica and the nurse stepped out. Without any explanation, Lily quickly brushed past them and slammed the door. She yanked her pants down as far as they would go, though they were still clinging to her skin in their wet state, and expelled the contents of her rectum forcefully and with a splash and great relief into the safety of the toilet bowl.
She drew a hand across her face, brushing her hair out of her eyes and letting out a long sigh of dissipating tension. Then she finished up her business and set about to changing her pants. As she peeled them off, she could see on the seat of her panties a smushed brown stain. So, she hadn’t fully made it in time. Still, she consoled herself, it could have been much worse. Better to avoid a full-fledged accident, regardless of any minor leaks, right? Right. And since she needed to change her underwear anyway, it was just as well. For now, the important thing was to get into dry clothes and attempt to get more sleep. She still had no idea what time it was.
Once she was done putting on her dry pants, she stepped back out. The janitor was there, mopping up her puddle. She tried to avoid eye contact and feign ignorance of what had happened, but she knew her face was red. And the other patient was still awake, and still staring.
~*~*~*~*~
When the next morning came, Lily was awoken by the hustle and bustle of activity that takes place at any given moment on a hospital floor. Angelica was brought breakfast and medicine and had her vital signs checked, the nurse (a different one from during the night) telling her that she would likely be discharged by around eight o’clock. Lily checked the time on her phone. It was 7:32.
Angelica, on the other hand, was already awake. She was naturally an earlier riser, but ever since the incident in the middle of the night, she hadn’t ever fully fallen back asleep. Her bladder felt irritated constantly, and just when she thought she might succeed in dozing off, it sent of signals that it needed to be emptied. Every time, she would painstakingly get up, shuffle over to the bathroom, delicately remove her underwear, and slowly position herself over the toilet, only to find there was little more than a few squirts inside her. Then it would be back to bed, only to repeat the process twenty or thirty minutes later. It was awful.
Now it was the day she should be going home, and the sooner, the better. In her exhausted and sleep-deprived state, it seemed as though all her problems would go away if only she could be at her own home, in her own bed, with her family. She ate her breakfast slowly. It was surprisingly good, for a hospital meal, but it still felt sterile and mechanical. She could remember the taste of freshly baked muffins, and it made her all the more eager to be able to leave. Lily had disappeared to find her own breakfast by now, probably from the hospital cafeteria. Angelica just hoped Lily would be back not a second later than when she received her discharge.
Once she finished with her breakfast, she sat still and waited impatiently. Lily came back after three more minutes, finishing the last of a breakfast burrito. When Angelica asked, Lily told her the time. 7:56. It felt as though it had been longer than that.
Conversation continued between the two of them, but they never shook the feeling that it was only there to fill the time, and as such, it never continued of its own accord. Besides, Angelica still felt thoroughly enervated from her restless night. She wondered languidly if she should call Brian again, and Lily suggested doing it on the ride home. His school was too far away for him to have been able to come and see Angelica in the hospital, and even though it wasn’t his fault, she knew he felt terrible about it. The good news was that they would be able to see each other over Christmas break. If I ever get out of here, at least. Eight o’clock had come and gone, and now neither girl knew how long of a wait it would be.
At long last, at nearly 8:20, the doctor briskly strode in, a tall, crow-like figure, with a nurse in tow. His voice rang out, full of lively confidence. “Good morning, Miss Carpenter.” He approached the side of her bed and fixed her with a gaze of appraisal. “And how are we feeling this morning? I believe someone is due to be going home today.” Angelica couldn’t help but smile weakly, one corner of her mouth lifting. “So, we’ll just be doing a few more checks and getting you a prescription for antibiotics, and you should be all set.” He produced a sheaf of papers from under his arm. “I have your discharge papers right here. We just need to go over a few things.”
Angelica seemed to demonstrate all the patience of a saint, sitting quietly and giving the occasional nod to what the doctor was saying. To Lily, though, it all felt like it was taking more time than necessary. From what she could tell, most of what the doctor was talking about was just rehashing what Angelica could just read in the discharge papers. It was probably a legal requirement. She decided the best thing to do would be to make sure everything was packed up. She grabbed both of their phone chargers, then politely slipped up by Angelica’s bed to collect the books. There, all done. Now just stuff them into Angelica’s bag, and—
She stopped abruptly. She knew Angie had had to change her underwear last night, but there, tucked away in the far corner of her bag, was not one pair of damp panties, but three. She swallowed and turned a cautious gaze back toward the bed. Angelica still appeared tranquil and unruffled, if a bit bedraggled. Had she had more than one accident during her time here?
A sympathetic twinge in her bladder made Lily grunt and squeeze her thighs together. She probably shouldn’t have had the large coffee with her breakfast burrito. She was just about to run off to the bathroom when she heard the doctor say, “All right! That should take care of everything. Let’s get you dressed and ready to go.” She hurriedly procured a pair of pants and a bra and turtleneck for Angelica, who was by now being helped out of the bed by the nurse. They slowly made their way to the bathroom again, where, after a few minutes, they emerged with Angelica fully dressed. Lily was surprised, however, to see that the IV was still in Angelica’s arm. “Aren’t you going to take that out?”
The nurse replied patiently, “We’re still finalizing her discharge. The doctor still needs to get her prescription written up, plus the meds she’ll be taking home. It shouldn’t take too long, so for now, we’ll just be heading downstairs to the lobby. Someone will be by shortly to get her the rest of what she needs, and we’ll take this out then.” She gently tapped the line in the crook of Angelica’s elbow, where her turtleneck sleeve was rolled up.
Lily nodded a quick “okay” and made a move to go into the bathroom herself, but the nurse had by now unfolded a wheelchair from somewhere and had Angelica sit in it. Then, carefully handling both the IV pole and the wheelchair handles, she started wheeling Angelica away, evidently expecting Lily to follow.
Lily had to hastily grab their bags and catch up. She didn’t realize their departure would be so sudden. Most likely they were trying to empty the bed as quickly as possible. She quickly closed the gap between them, panting a little bit as if she had been rushing to catch a flight, with the two bags hanging off her shoulders. The nurse led them into an elevator, down to the ground floor, and then had them sit off to the side in the waiting area. “Stay right here. Someone should be by in just a few minutes.” Then she was gone.
Lily took a seat next to Angelica and let down her bags, breathing deeply. “We’re parked out in the overnight parking lot. It’s not far from here. Then we’ll be going home.” She smiled, hoping to cheer Angelica up, who had looked increasingly miserable over the last several minutes.
Angelica merely nodded. “I’m so tired, Lil.” Her head was lolling over, but there was no way to support it while in a wheelchair. “I didn’t sleep well at all.”
Lily, who had not only slept better but also consumed a large coffee, nodded in empathy but not at all in sympathy. She was beginning to feel downright jittery and was having a hard time sitting still. This was not entirely due to the caffeine, however. The quantity of liquid and the diuretic effect it had meant her bladder’s contents were steadily and exigently increasing. She wiggled her bottom into the chair, not wanting to leave Angelica by herself right now. Once she got her discharge all completed, then they could both go use the toilet before getting on the road. The nurse promised it wouldn’t be too much longer.
Unfortunately, as the minutes ticked by, she couldn’t help but grow more and more restless. Angelica wasn’t up for conversation by this time, being too exhausted, and instead merely sat there with her eyes closed in an expression of longsuffering befitting a statue of a saint or a yogi. Lily tried occupying herself with her phone, but she was never able to distract herself from the obvious reality that she was only doing this to try to distract herself, and she ended up putting it away. Four times she pulled it out for a few minutes, only to slip it back into her pocket shortly afterwards. By now, they had probably been sitting here for nearly half an hour.
She stretched her neck, looking around for anyone to talk to, and then let out a sigh and slapped her hands down on the armrests of the chair. “This is getting ridiculous. I’m going to see what’s taking so long.” Angelica didn’t answer beyond a deep exhalation, and Lily pushed herself and walked over to the reception desk. It felt good to stretch her legs after sitting so long; however, the movement also subconsciously cued her bladder into thinking relief was near, and once she was up, her need to go spiked. Walking wasn’t so bad, but once she had to stand still at the desk, she had to take a deep breath to keep in control.
The receptionist fixed her with a face of dispassionate professionalism. “Hello, how can I help you?”
Lily shuffled her legs one over the other, rubbing her thighs together. “Hi, yeah, um, my friend was supposed to be discharged this morning, and we were told that someone would be bringing her the rest of her papers, I think—also, she still has her IV in? Anyway,”—here she needed to cross one leg over the other—“um, do you know if anyone’s coming to do that?”
The receptionist nodded and turned her attention to the computer screen. “Sure thing. What’s your friend’s name?”
“Angelica Carpenter. She’s sitting right over there, in the wheelchair.”
The receptionist nodded without looking up and continued typing. Then she picked up her phone and punched in a few digits. While she waited for a response, Lily had to uncross her legs and cross them again the other way, her need to pee impossible to ignore at this point. After several seconds, the receptionist spoke into the phone, “Hi, can you tell me what the status is for the discharge of Angelica Carpenter?” She took care to enunciate the name clearly. “Carpenter. Yes. Her friend is here, and she says that someone was supposed to follow up on them. Okay. All right, great. Thanks.” She hung up and turned back to Lily. “They told me someone’s on their way down right now.”
Lily grinned and squeezed her legs together. “Great! Thanks!” She strode back to where Angelica was sitting and flopped back into her chair. Even though she had to use the bathroom pretty badly at this point, she would have to wait until Angie got taken care of. “Good news, Angie,” she led off. “They said someone’s coming down right now.”
Angelica again said nothing, but simply cracked open one eye and then closed it again. Even for being tired, this was unusual behavior for her. Lily leaned forward, a look of concern crossing her face. “Hey, Angie, are you okay? You don’t seem all right.”
It was at this point that Lily noticed that Angelica’s hands, instead of being discreetly folded in her lap, were in fact wedged between her legs. Did—did she have to pee, too? Before Lily could even ask, Angelica moaned out a reply. “No, I’m not. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, Lil, but ever since yesterday, I’ve been needing to pee pretty much all the time. Even once I do, it still feels like I need to go.” She let out a plaintive whimper. “And it hurts when I pee, too. But it also hurts to hold it, and—and it’s harder to hold it, too.”
Her voice was tremulous and laced with pain. Lily swallowed, unease over her sympathetic condition eclipsed by worry for her best friend. It didn’t stop her bladder from spasming in response, though, and she quickly jammed a hand into her own crotch. “Well, let’s go find a bathroom, then. You shouldn’t have to wait and suffer like this.” She placed her free hand on Angelica’s shoulder, ready to stand and wheel her to the nearest restroom.
Right at that moment, though, a figure seemed to materialize at Angelica’s side. A deep, masculine voice boomed out, “Angelica Carpenter? I have your paperwork and medication right here.” Lily quickly pulled her hand out from her groin and then clamped her lips shut tightly, willing down the surge in desperate pain that rose up as a result. Angelica didn’t show as much urgency, but she didn’t move her hands, either. Instead, for the first time in a while, she opened her eyes and looked up. The nurse beside her handed her a bulging manila envelope. “Your paperwork and instructions are in there. There’s also bottle of antibiotics, with a prescription to get them refilled.” He smiled cordially. “Is there anything you need before you go, any questions you have?” He moved his hands in a gesture to indicate the generality of his question.
Lily crossed one leg over the other, trying to hide her skittishness. “I, uh, I think we’re fine. Right, Angie? Fine?” Her leg was bouncing up and down at this point.
Angelica gave a weary nod, and the nurse gave a thumbs-up. “That’s what I like to hear. Let me just get this out for you.” He produced a pair of gloves and a Band-Aid. After clamping off the IV, he peeled off the medical tape holding the IV catheter in place, making Angelica wince. But then, so smoothly that she could hardly feel it, he pulled it out of Angelica’s arm and covered the spot with the Band-Aid. After nearly thirty-six hours of being attached to it, she was finally free. The nurse straightened back up. “All right. All done. You’re good to go.” He flashed another smile and thumbs-up and then turned to leave.
Lily knew they didn’t have any time to waste. Her own pee was throbbing inside her by now, and Angelica was probably in much worse pain. Hopping to her feet, she slung the bags haphazardly over her shoulders and seized the wheelchair handles. She restrained herself from running, but nevertheless kept her pace a good deal brisker than leisurely.
There was the sign for restrooms. Follow that. Walking was, thankfully, helping her stay in control. Still, she had to keep her thigh muscles tight, her toes curling, and that made it harder to move quickly. She bit her lip. They were close now. Just had to make it.
Turning the corner, she was met by the glorious sight of the women’s restroom, its wide wooden door promising deliverance. She parked the wheelchair right in front of it. “We’re here, Angie. Come on, let me help you.” She held out her hand.
Angelica slowly removed one hand from her crotch, using it to take Lily’s, but kept the other one firmly in place. As she stood with halting and drawn out movement, she winced and grimaced again. Lily was struck by another pang of compassion for her friend, but also by a pang of something else much more visceral. She rubbed her thighs together and squeezed her legs tight. If she had been by herself, she would immediately race into the bathroom and hop on a toilet. But she needed to help Angelica first. I can make it. I can make it. I’m so close. We can both make it.
Angelica moved stiffly, pain outlined in her face. With Lily’s arm around her, they pushed through the heavy door into the restroom. Being inside the bathroom suddenly made it so much worse, and Lily had to briefly bend over a little, doing her best to hold it without any free hands to help. She just needed to get Angelica to a stall, and then she could go pee.
They shuffled painstakingly over to the handicapped stall. By this time, Angelica was gritting her teeth and sucking the air through them. Lily felt awful for her, but they were so close now! They were so close! And now Angelica was at the stall door, and Lily let go of her hand. They had made it!
But just then, standing in the doorway to the bathroom stall, Angelica took one look at the toilet and let out a guttural moan. She bent over, using her free hand to support herself on the stall wall, and lost all power to hold back anymore.
A hiss could be heard resounding off the tiles of the bathroom as Angelica wet her pants. The faint noise was frequently interrupted by her gasps of pain, her countenance a mask of agony. She stood there, unmoving, unable to focus enough to even make an attempt to cut off the flow and finish in the toilet bowl. Instead, her dark jeans grew even darker underneath her butt, a shiny stain spreading down under both thighs and then sprinkling over the floor, the splattering sound echoing through the confined space. Even with losing control, she felt no relief, only the cruel burning of her pee as it flowed out of her. The pee patch drifted lower and lower down her legs until it met the cuff at her right ankle, where it spilled out, soaking her sock and gushing out into her puddle.
As soon as Lily heard the hiss, she knew it was too late. She grabbed herself and bent over, biting down hard on her lip, as her own bladder pulled itself tighter and tighter until it felt like it would surely explode. And then, as it always did, her sphincter gave up, like post-workout muscles that have lost all ability to obey commands. A high-pitched whine of panic slipped out of her, “No, Angie, no, no, no, no, no,” before trailing off into a squeak as her own urinary system followed Angelica’s example.
Pee began shooting into her underwear, immediately soaking through it and spreading up in front and back. A second later, she could feel her hands grow warm and wet as a dark stain emerged from behind them, inexorably forcing its borders outward. She gasped and cried out, but her psychological barriers had been breached, and she was unable to stop herself. The hot liquid flooded down her legs, the tight fabric of her jeans pressing the scalding moistness right up against her skin and making the obvious wetness of the cloth spread out from the inside of her legs until it stretched entirely around her calves to meet on the outside. She could hear the loud cacophony of her accident splashing noisily on the floor, and it only made her pee even harder. Already Angelica’s puddle was a sizeable one, a cloudy, irregular lake of tepid humiliation, and now Lily was giving her a run for her money with her own.
Angelica didn’t move until she was completely empty, breathing heavily the whole time. Lily, on the other hand, bobbed and twisted for a while before realizing it was useless, and then merely stood there like Angelica, not moving until she was finished. By the time both of them were done, they had each peed for nearly twenty seconds. Angelica’s pants sported a wet stain that, while clearly visible, was not extraordinarily large, and they were already dark to begin with. Lily, on the other hand—she had utterly soaked her jeans. The wetness formed a broad patch over her crotch in the front and completely outlined the contours of her buttocks in the back. Both girls stood there, dripping, with their drenched shoes making ripples in their merged, seven-foot-wide puddle. At least they were the only ones in the bathroom.
It was Lily who broke the dejected silence. “Let’s get cleaned up, Angie, so we can go home.” Home. It was the place filled with family and love and good memories and homemade food and their own beds—and a washer and dryer.
~Aftermath~
Changing their clothes in the bathroom was a slow, difficult process. The good thing was that they could do so in the privacy of the stalls, so that by the time the door opened and someone came in, all they heard was a yelp of surprise, followed by a swift exit. Provided no one actually saw them in their wet clothes, they’d be in the clear.
Lily finished changing first, sitting on the toilet after disrobing just to make sure she had truly peed out everything she had. Once she was done, she went to check on Angelica. Angelica had managed to get out of her wet things and into new underwear, but couldn’t do the bending necessary to get her clean pants up, meaning Lily had to help her. There was nothing that either of them could do about their soaked shoes, which was unfortunate, especially considering there was snow on the ground outside. By the time they both were able to leave the restroom, the wheelchair was nowhere to be found, so they both had to make the slow trek out to Lily’s car in squelching footwear.
The drive home was uneventful as well, save only for the fact that they had to stop at least once every forty minutes for Angelica to be able to go to the bathroom. Lily joined her each time, both to give her any help she needed and to use the toilet herself, just to be on the safe side. Other than that, the trip passed with next to no conversation, since Angelica spent most of it asleep, or at least trying to be.
It was after several days of being home and recovering fairly well that it became undeniable that there was actually something wrong with Angelica’s bladder, and that her frequent urges to urinate and pain upon doing so weren’t simply a side effect of her surgery. She was feeling much more herself in every way, except her bladder problems were not subsiding. Thus it was that she found herself going back to a doctor after less than a week out of the hospital to have herself checked out. The news came back: all her symptoms were consistent with a urinary tract infection, and a pretty severe one at that, since she was already on antibiotics when she got it. The doctor didn’t seem at all fazed, telling her and her parents that a UTI was the most common kind of infection to pick up while in a hospital, though the word he used was “nosocomial.” The result was that Angelica got a prescription for trimethoprim/sulfamethoxazole to combat the bacteria and phenazopyridine to alleviate the discomfort. The doctor did add, though, that since the infection appeared to be flourishing while Angelica was already on antibiotics, she would need to come in for follow-up visits to ensure they were able to eradicate it. In the end, the phenazopyridine turned out to be a godsend for taking away the burning; though, as the doctor warned her, it did turn her urine bright orange, which was weird to see for the first time.
Several weeks later, though, and she was, by all accounts, fully recovered from her appendectomy and mostly recovered from her UTI. The frequent urges to go had gone away, and the only lingering symptom was one of not being able to hold it for as long once she did have to go. She had actually had a close call when getting the staples removed from her scars about a week prior, only barely making it to the toilet in time once the nurse had finished the procedure. Now she would have no more post-op visits, and hopefully only one more appointment about her urinary tract infection.
That could wait, though. Today, it was Christmas Day, and she was happy. The morning had passed with a lot of celebration, with her, Patrick, and their parents opening gifts and eating a hearty Christmas breakfast. Then, as the day lapsed into the lazy afternoon hours, Patrick had left with a spring in his step, like a little boy on…well, Christmas, to go by Erin’s house and put his proposal plan into motion. They had all crossed their fingers for him, even though they had no doubt she would say yes. The last thing they saw before he pulled out of the driveway was the look on his face, one of joyful eagerness, the conqueror rushing to claim his prize.
That face stayed with Angelica into the afternoon, even as she sat by the fireplace and read the copy of The Grapes of Wrath that she’d been given. She remembered when Brian had first asked her to be his girlfriend, and how she had seen him wear that same expression. Hearing Patrick talk about Erin, it was obvious how deeply in love with her he was, how much he was willing to give of himself for her. She wondered—was it similarly obvious to Brian’s family how important she was to him? Lily’s directive still resounded in the back of her mind: “You need to marry that man.”
Winter darkness fell early, and Angelica realized she had been too distracted to make nearly any progress in her book. She set it down, stretched, stood, and wandered into the kitchen. There, her mother was busily finishing the last touches on the turkey before it went into the oven. She noticed Angelica and looked up with a smile. “There. Now, I don’t know if Patrick’ll be back here in time for dinner or not, but I’m not going to make the rest of us wait to eat. Whenever he does come back, though…” She opened the refrigerator and extracted a bottle of champagne.
Angelica laughed. “You’re a week early, mom. Shouldn’t we be having something more Christmassy? Like…wassail or something?”
Her mom gave her a bemused look. “Ange, I have no idea what wassail even is.”
“Figgy pudding?”
Her mom laughed heartily. “Right, and who would eat it? No one in this family likes figs!”
Angelica smiled, one corner of her mouth rising jocularly. “Eh, we’d do it anyway. It would be our duty as supportive family members.”
Both of them laughed this time, as her mother stowed the bubbly away again. “And when do we ever drink champagne? It’s fitting this time. We have something to celebrate. We’re gaining a new daughter.” Despite her smile, a quaver came into her voice and her eyes started watering. “Oh dear. There I go. Listen, dinner won’t be ready for a while, so why don’t you go out for a walk for a bit? I think it’s just starting to snow.”
Angelica looked out the window to see that her mother was correct. It wasn’t the first thing that would cross her mind to do, but she’d been sitting around for hours now. She went and bundled herself up in her winter coat, mittens, earmuffs, and snow boots, then exited into the winter wonderland.
Her breath showed up in frosty puffs, each one lit up by the streetlights and the almost-full moon overhead. The stars were mostly obscured by the clouds that were now blanketing her street in white magic, and the evening was silent with the fairylike hush that only falling snow can produce. The only sounds audible were the crunching of snow under her feet and her own breathing. The frigid air was bringing the blood to her cheeks and nose, and snowflakes kept catching on her eyelashes. It truly was a beautiful night—a white Christmas. The only way it could be better would be if Brian—
Then something caught her eye. She wasn’t alone. On the path ahead of her was a man walking her direction. Normally, such a thing wouldn’t stand out, but this man was walking very oddly, as if he were trying in vain to appear casual. Also, something about him looked familiar…
Then it clicked, sending her running as fast as one can in slippery snow towards him with a cry of jubilation. As soon as he saw her start running, he began to run as well, arms wide to receive her.
Once they met, he swept her off the ground in a hug, spinning her once, then twice, then slipping and sending them both into the snowbank on the third spin. Lying in the freezing pile of snow, laughing and breathless, they leaned in and kissed.
Brian (it hardly needs to be said who it was) was first on his feet, helping Angelica up. He grinned boyishly. “Surprised to see me?”
Angelica was still catching her breath. “Um, yes! Of course! I had no idea you were going to be here! You came here to surprise me?” He nodded impishly, grinning broadly. “Wait, did my mom know about this? I knew it was a little weird for her to suddenly suggest I go for a walk!” They both laughed again, and then Brian held her mittened hand in his own as they resumed walking, chatting in the manner that sweethearts do. Much as she was happy to be with Brian, however, Angelica did feel a bit of chagrin upon noting that they were walking away from the house. She hadn’t been to the bathroom before leaving for her walk, and now she was starting to feel the urge to go.
Brian led her on a casual, circuitous route down her block and around the neighborhood. In the ambient lights from the various Christmas decorations, sparkling and refracted as they were through the myriad prismatic snow crystals in the air, Brian’s profile was utterly captivating. His strong jawline, now sporting several days’ worth of beard, which only made it more attractive; his nose; his smile; his eyes. Oh, those eyes. It was hard for her to look at anything else, and she blushed as she realized that he seemed to be equally enthralled by her.
They talked as they walked, though not about anything in particular. It didn’t matter. Angelica at least was more than content to drift through this Hallmark movie setting, this winter wonderland, with her beau holding her hand and no other thoughts or distractions. They could chat, laugh, then share deep thoughts and then have spaces of satisfied, peaceful silence—and then do it all over again. She could picture them both as an old married couple, having a walk just like this on a Christmas night just like this. There, now—there she went, thinking about marriage again. They had been dating for six months. Wasn’t it a bit premature?
Or was it?
This thought derailed her from paying attention to anything Brian was saying with its sheer force of giddy excitement. Try as she might to focus herself again, it stayed ever present, like an energetic puppy. Why were they dating, after all, unless to see if they wanted to marry each other? And they had established that they both loved each other; and they had clicked so well otherwise. What else was there to wait for?
Still, just because she felt like that, it was no guarantee Brian did, too. And six months was a short amount of time. It was probably just the storybook quality of tonight’s setting and events that even suggested the thought to her in the first place.
Unfortunately, the thrilling notion was also stirring up in her another distraction. As they had walked, her need to pee had only grown, and thinking about marrying Brian was making it worse. The high emotion was making her continuously filling bladder twitch and twinge. Every so often, she had to give her muscles a quick clench, and it was making her legs tense up as they walked. At least they seemed to be heading back to her house now.
As they turned the corner onto her street, Brian sniffled and chuckled. “You know, I still haven’t given you your Christmas present.”
Angelica took a second to reply, having to bite down on her lip and squeeze her thighs closed. The lingering effects of her UTI meant she would have to go back inside and use a bathroom soon. “That’s okay. I still haven’t given you yours, either.”
Brian seemed oddly silent, as though he were waiting for a cue. Then he spoke, “But, to tell you the truth, I was waiting for the right moment.” He paused again as they continued walking, nearly back at Angelica’s house now. She gave him a sidelong quizzical look, waiting for him to go on. In the snowy silence, her pee throbbed again inside her, and she gave her thigh a quick grab.
As the seconds ticked by of his cryptic words hanging in the air without explanation, Angelica broke the tension. “Well…when will that moment be? What’s your gift?”
Brian didn’t answer right away, nor did he even make eye contact. He instead seemed to be surveying their surroundings, as if watching for something. Then, when they were directly in front of Angelica’s house, he suddenly stopped, turned to stand across from her, and took both her hands in his. “Angie,” he led off tentatively, “I love you.”
Her eyes searched his face, a sense of gravity suddenly making it hard for her to breathe. Additionally, her urine now felt like a ten-pound weight, and she didn’t think her sphincter could hold on for much longer. She needed a pee break! But his gaze was still penetrating her, and she had to respond. “I love you too, Brian. You know that.”
He took a deep breath, his eyes dropping to the ground. Then he took another and laughed nervously. Angelica merely watched him, wondering what he was about to do. In the dark and the stillness, her bladder quivered again, and she had to quickly cross one leg over the other. If her hands were free, she’d be using them to rub her thighs by now.
Brian shook his head and laughed again, then took another deep breath and looked back up at her. In his eyes she could see a glint of heroic daring, like the look of a man about to charge into battle on the front lines of a righteous war. She could only guess what her own expression was like. But her breath was bated, and her legs were shaking, and she had to hear what he was about to say, but she was about to wet her pants…
And then he spoke. “Angie, I love you more than I can say. I know we’ve only been dating for six months, but you…you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and—and I don’t deserve you. But—but Angie, I promise—”
As he was speaking, he began lowering himself. Angelica gasped and felt tears filling her eyes, stunned disbelief making her heart start racing as Brian finished settling himself down on one knee.
“I promise that I will always love you. I promise that I will always protect you and provide for you. And—and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” Here his voice began to crack, and he produced a ring box from his pocket. He snapped it open, revealing a narrow band of gold adorned with a single small diamond, perfectly elegant in its simplicity. “Angie,” he breathed deeply again, “Angie, will you marry me?”
The tears spilled over, and Angelica couldn’t control herself. Happy sobs of joy shook her chest as she nodded fiercely. “Yes, Brian. Yes, yes, yes, I will marry you.”
At the same time, she also couldn’t control the flow further down. As the tears flooded out of her eyes, a powerful jet of urine flooded into her underwear, past the defenses of her crossed legs and tightly clenched butt cheeks. She could feel it heat up her panties before almost instantly going cold. It was just a short leak, so probably nothing would be visible, especially since her crotch was hidden under her winter coat, but at this rate, it wouldn’t stop at just one spurt.
Brian beamed radiantly and pulled off her left mitten. He slid the ring up onto her finger, where it sat a trifle too loosely. To Angelica, though, it felt just right. She gazed at it coruscating in the Christmas night and couldn’t stop crying.
Then Brian was back on his feet and kissing her. Once his lips were pressed against hers, she felt a spike of pain in her lower abdomen, followed by another leak. This one was substantially bigger, lasting nearly three seconds, and she could feel the heat spread out around her crotch and under her rear end, descending the inside of her right thigh, also. If she didn’t run to a bathroom right now, she was going to totally soak herself. Even as they kissed, she could feel her legs shaking ferociously. The fact that the hot wetness almost instantly went cold all around her private parts only made things worse.
Then Brian stopped kissing her and pulled her into a hug instead. She laughed, still fabulously happy, but she could tell her face was turning red. As he squeezed her tightly against himself, she could feel a trickle start dribbling out and pooling in her panties again. It then began snaking down her legs, and she knew that her coat could only conceal so much, and at this rate she would not only have an accident in front of Brian but also have to explain it to her family. No. Better to minimize the damage and only pee her pants in front of Brian, instead of embarrassing herself in front of her family also.
With a push that was more forceful than she intended, she shoved Brian off herself and hiked up her coat. As soon as she did so, her bladder took its cue to start peeing full force. With her coat held above her waist with both hands, she squatted down and went to the bathroom in her pants. Within seconds, the voluble hissing urine entirely drenched the seat of her pants, not a dry spot to be found on her butt. Then her pee began to shoot through the saturated fabric, spraying out from her posterior into the fresh snow on the street. A cloud of steam went up from the hot golden liquid, now puddling into a melted-out cavity in the otherwise pristine whiteness. It gushed out of her with a hiss and splattered in the snow with a slushy spluttering sound, the only things audible in the hush of the softly falling flakes.
Angelica held this position for the first seven or so seconds of her accident before having to plant her left hand down in the snowdrift to maintain her balance, wincing as the bare skin met the frozen surface. Her rear end was only inches off the ground, and she had to keep from toppling over into her own yellow pool. With her left hand pressed into the snow, though, her pee puddle ended up growing until it enveloped her hand. The warmth was a welcome change from the painfully icy touch of the sleet, but she blushed further upon contemplating that this was the hand her whole family would be asking to see. Brian’s ring wasn’t the only gold she wore on it anymore.
Brian had been caught off guard by Angelica’s sudden urination and simply stood there, stunned, for a few seconds. Then he gathered his composure enough to crouch down beside her, helping to hold her steady with an arm on her shoulder. After she had been peeing for close to eight seconds, he asked a flat, “UTI?”
Angelica nodded, still breathing heavily from the relief. She let out a croaking “Yeah.”
A pause. The splashing continued. “I didn’t mean to make you hold it.”
“I know. Don’t worry about it. At least this way, my coat can hide the evidence.”
Brian made a face that roughly translated to “well, you’re not wrong,” and said nothing. The last of the contents of her bladder now draining out, Angelica squeezed her abdominal muscles to get out anything that was left, then pushed with her left hand to straighten up. Brian helped her get to her feet. Once up, she did a quick bounce and gave her bottom a shake to dislodge any tenacious drips, then pulled her coat back down, smoothing it in front and back. She turned back and forth in front of Brian. “What do you think?”
He watched, his face knitted with slight discomfort, before nodding that her accident wasn’t visible. She nodded back, satisfied, then held up her left hand. The wet sheen from her pee was distinctly obvious. She chuckled self-deprecatingly, one side of her mouth lifting wryly. “Well, I’m sorry about your ring, Brian.” He laughed in response, and then both of them joined in genuine jubilant mirth. The giddy happiness of the moment, combined with the utter ridiculousness of their current circumstances, broke down any tension and drove them into fits of raucous guffaws. She laughed so hard that she had to hold on to Brian for support, her face red and aching from the wonderful hilarity of it, and thought that if she hadn’t just peed herself minutes before, she would be now.
Finally, their outburst of joy subsided, and Angelica wiped her eyes with her mittened hand. “We’d really better go inside now. These wet clothes are freezing!” She then bent over, sticking her left hand in a patch of untainted snow to clean it off. Once she was done, she wiped it off on her coat as best as she could, though the skin was now an angry red from the cold.
“Here.” Brian slid her mitten back on. “Ready to go show everyone?” He held out an arm.
She took it, a playful grin taking over one cheek. “Ready.” Together, the two of them strode confidently and exuberantly back to Angelica’s house.
Once inside, she found that not only was Patrick already back and champagne opened for him, but also that everyone else in her family had already known about Brian’s plan. Angelica’s mom gushed over the ring and cried, Patrick gave both her and Brian a big hug, and Angelica’s dad shook Brian’s hand. Nobody noticed anything amiss about Angelica’s pants, and she was careful not to remove her coat while still downstairs. She made up an excuse about needing the bathroom and slipped away as soon as she could. While peeling herself out of her wet clothes, she admired her ring again and knew she would have to tell Lily all about this.
Once she was back from changing into her pajamas, she found that her mother had another bottle of champagne, this one specifically to celebrate her and Brian. “Just think,” she said, her eyes weepy with maternal gladness, “both of my children, getting engaged on the same day. There really couldn’t be a better Christmas gift.”
Patrick hugged her with one arm as she began to be choked up again and used the other to raise his glass. “To family!” he said, his voice ringing out with a rich tintinnabulary timbre fitting for the occasion.
The rest all raised their glasses in response, and Brian leaned in to kiss Angelica again. “To family!” they all cheered.
And as dinner was eaten and their merrymaking continued into the night, they all agreed that it truly was the very best Christmas any of them had ever had. |
“It goes like this. We both go pee now. Then, we drink the same amount of liquids and wait 15-20 Minutes, your call on this part, then we drink the same amount again. We do this a total of THREE times to speed things up from a few hours to just over 1 1/2 hours usually. The “game” ends when someone either caves and goes to the bathroom or someone has an accident. Any questions?” Asked Emily
“Yeah. It’s not fair you get to do this in sweats and a t-shirt while I’m stuck in my nice work clothes!” Exclaimed Ally.
“Oh, I’m sure I’ve got something you can change into. It would be such a shame if you ruined your good work clothes without even getting a big girl paycheck to buy more.”
“Yeah yeah, keep talking. I’ll save my words to be said by my bladder.”
“Oh, I didn’t know your weak little bladder could stand up for itself.”
Fuck. The two went from friends to enemies in under a second. Emily was much more competitive over this than Ally was and she was determined to win, no matter what. I mean, how much could Ally really hold? They were both getting ready to find out. Emily went into her bedroom and picked out a pair of sweats and tank top for Ally but she was on her own for underwear.
The two made their way to the bathroom to empty themselves. Ally insisted Emily go first, afterall, the house was hers. What might have been a polite gesture to most, Ally was using it to try and listen to how long her opponent peed for. Emily knew that and turned the stereo on high on while she peed.
Emily exited pretty shortly after entering which meant it was Ally’s turn. But she peed when she got there almost 30 minutes ago. No way she had to pee yet. She tried and tried to make herself go but it was to no avail. No matter how focused she was on peeing, her body said no. She was already empty.
Ally exited the bathroom to be greeted by Emily holding two big glasses of water.
“Fifteen or Twenty minute intervals?” Asked Emily.
“Uhhh...Twenty?” Answered Ally.
They both downed the water rather quickly and made their way to living room. It was about 30 feet from the closest bathroom, which happened to up a half-flight of stairs. The next was the basement or the master bathroom. Both of those were “locked” according to Emily.
The two chatted about work and friends and before you knew it, fee timer went off stating it had been 20 minutes already. Emily quickly got up and refilled the glasses. Again, they both downed them pretty quickly. The two resumed the conversation and before either of them knew it, the timer dinged again.
“Whew, that time flew by. Feel anything?” Asked Emily.
“I feel something but I’m good for awhile still. You?”
“Probably 3/10. Maybe 3.5. Is this the last round we drink or shall do one more? It’ll speed things up if your ready to do this.”
“No, last round. I want to see what this feels like while I can. I’d rather feel it here than say, work.”
“You act like I’d excuse you to go too. Just because you gotta pee doesn’t excuse you from filling patient’s prescriptions. Some of them need the medicine more than you need to go.”
Ally didn’t know how to respond. She never heard her boss say anything of the sort. It was very, very obvious her boss took pleasure in this. Well, two can play this game.
“Yeah, you’re right. It would be shame if someone had an accident at a computer.” Said Ally.
“Wouldn’t be the first time.” Said Emily.
Again, Ally was blown away. What all has happened when she hasn’t been paying attention? She thought that meant termination. What else hadn’t her boss told her? But that would have to wait. Just then, her timer went off again.
“Time to drink again.”
“But I thought we stopped?” Ally said with a shakey voice.
“Wrong.”
Well fuck. Allys bladder was starting to fill. She could feel it building. Not strong but she didn’t know how much more she could hold. She was nowhere near desperate or even shaken by it yet but she was concerned. Emily returned with the next glass. Ally took the glass but hesitated to drink it as quick as before. She finished it it but Emily saw how slowly she did. She knew she could beat her.
Another 20 minutes and the timer went off once again. This time, Emily said no more water. Ally wondered how badly her opponent had to pee or if she was trying to gauge her reaction. Either way, she didn’t want to sound thrilled about it.
“Oh dang, I was actually kinda thirsty this time.” Said Ally.
“Oh, I’ll be right back with a glass for you then!” Said Emily as she quickly scurried to the kitchen for a refill.
“What did I just do” is the only thing Ally could think of. “I screwed up. She’s gonna make me drink it all and I’m gonna lose.” She couldn’t stop thinking that. Her need to pee was growing. It was almost to the point where she would go normally. But with all the water in her, it wouldn’t be long. She couldn’t help but wonder how Emily was faring.
Emily returned with a full glass, as promised. Ally noticed she had a slight bend at her waist that wasn’t there before.
“How’s it going over there?” Asked Ally.
“Oh, you know, winning this game. You?” asked Emily.
“Probably losing but I’m confident.”
Ally knew Emily was further along then she thought. Probably the same, if not more than herself. Or at least her mannerisms were making it seem that way. She felt a wave of confidence overwhelm her. She might have a chance afterall. |
Emily was second guessing her strength. It had been so long since she held against someone. Her need was easily a 6/10. Ally was showing no signs she needed to pee, only a shakey voice. Which could be from many things. Emily hadn’t lost this game since her days as intern in college many years ago. Coincidentally, her old boss was very much about this game. Most time off requests and vacations off were settled like this amongst the female Pharmacists. It’s probably what spurred her fetish. She never heard of any of them having full on accidents, well except for herself. She couldn’t help but remind herself of the shame she felt and how she’d never lose again.
Ally was really feeling the water. Her stomach was starting to ache. She could feel the water building up. It felt like it was building faster and faster by the minute. She didn’t want to lose. And she definitely didn’t want to work this weekend. She glanced over at Emily and seemed to catch her doing a little pee dance. Ally was feeling pretty good now.
Emily was suffering. She drank too much at work and didn’t get it all out before they started. She was sure of it. But if she said that, Ally would call her a liar. She was starting to become uncomfortable from it. She knew Ally couldn’t make it much longer but she was starting to worry more about her self control. She was starting to fidget more and more and was praying Ally wouldn’t catch her.
“Was that a pee dance I just saw?!” Exclaimed Ally.
“Uhhh yeah...but I’m fine. You’re going down.” Stated Emily.
“You don’t look fine. All that pee must be taking it’s toll on your control. You’ve been fidgety for awhile now. It’s not that easy to hide that when we’re sitting beside each other...”
Emily was screwed. Ally knew. The only question was how screwed? What was Ally at? Was she near her or was she still far off? The only thing she knew was her pants had a strong possibility of being soaked.
“Don’t feel bad, Emily. I’m starting to really feel it too. It’s becoming uncomfortable for me too. But I’m sure your more focused on hiding it than staying dry. Me, on the other hand, don’t care if I’m obvious trying to stay dry. Who is gonna see me besides you?” Stated Ally.
Okay. Maybe she wasn’t so screwed. Ally was just better at hiding it. She still didn’t think she had much more time left in her. She was already at 7 and they were only 1 hour and 15 minutes into it. Ally said she was around a 6 so maybe, just maybe Ally will cave in and go thought Emily.
Ally wasn’t going down. Her bladder was starting to bulge ever so slightly. She was probably at a 7/10 she guess. She wasn’t even sure what the scale meant but 10/10 must mean you’re peeing uncontrollably and 1/10 must mean no feeling. She had maybe another 40 minutes in her.
“Fuck!!” Shouted Emily.
“What’s wrong!?”
“Nothing. I’m fine.”
“That didn’t sound fine to me.” said Ally.
“I AM FINE ALLY!” Snapped Emily.
Emily definitely was not fine. A jolt of pee escaped and shot into her panties. She was starting to sweat. It took everything in her to not bury her hands between her thighs and run for the toilet. This was taking every muscle and ounce of strength she could muster. It was getting bad, FAST. Only a few minutes had passed since Ally said she where she was. Emily was gonna lose it. If Ally hadn’t leaked yet, she was gonna lose. Just like her last accident.
“Emily, if you wanna go pee you can. You really don’t have to hold it until one of us goes.” Said Ally.
“No, you’d like the satisfaction of it too much. I can keep going. I’m fine.” Stated Emily.
“That line of pee on your leg doesn’t seem to give me much hope.”
Just then Emily glanced down at her pants. The wet spot wasn’t more than maybe a pencils head. She hadn’t leaked in ages. She was panicking now. Give in or keep going and risk an accident? “Fuck it, I’m going for it.” She thought to herself. “I want the gold and if I lose, well so be it. This isn’t over yet.” She stood up and bent at the hips. It was obvious she was dying to go now.
But Ally wasn’t far off. She was starting to fidget a lot and had even considered standing to relieve some pressure. She was enjoying herself too much watching Emily though. Ally was feeling things she hadn’t felt in a long time. She didn’t know what they meant or why, but she couldn’t control her mind from racing. Suddenly, she felt a jolt of pee escape. She quickly bent over and tensed up. Emily saw it happen and grinned. Ally’s patch was much bigger, probably due to her lack of underwear. She opted to not wear any instead of soak a good pair.
“Haha, you good Ally?” asked Emily.
“No...no I’m not. I gotta pee so bad.” said Ally.
“So why torment yourself? Just go for the relief.”
“No. I’m enjoying this too much. It’s fun watching you squirm and panic trying to win. I know I might never get to see this again so I’m gonna try my damnedest to take you down with me.”
Ally didn’t mean to say that. It just slipped out. Her face was turning red. I’ll just play it off due to the dire need to pee she thought to herself. She was at every bit of an 8/10 now. Emily must’ve had another jolt or two escape. Her wet spot had grown to a tennis ball size. Ally knew hers could be there soon if Emily didn’t cave in.
Emily was trying to calm herself. In her panic, more pee was escaping. She felt some relief, but her Grey pants didn’t leave it anywhere to hide. She was afraid of the end, which was nearly here. And Ally admitting she enjoyed watching her squirm didn’t help either. She didn’t know what to think. She always thought of Ally as attractive but way out of her league. She had been single for awhile now. And Emily’s husband had all but shut her out and romance was beyond dead between them. Long had she fantasized about this moment but now that it was here, she didn’t know what to think. She had considered telling her after this but now it was a sure: She was filing for divorce.
Ally quickly bent over trying to stop the impending flood. A massive jolt of pee tried to escape. Most got out and was making her butt wet now. She managed to stop it after a few seconds though. Her wet spot still was smaller than Emily’s. Ally sighed. Her bladder ached. Her pelvic muscles felt strained. Her body was weakening and she couldn’t stop it.
Emily burst. A jolt of pee escaped, followed by another one much stronger, and then another one. She desperately tried to regain control. She shoved her hands into her crotch and screamed “This can’t be happening!!” The puddle grew around her ankles. She kept thrusting her hands up into her crotch to stop attempt to stop it but nothing was stopping this. She started crying as her body continued to empty every drop she had in her.
Ally stared on in disbelief. No way that happened. Ally was trembling now in desperation. She didn’t know what to do. Run to the toilet, keep going, pee herself, or comfort her. She had never imagined this would happen.
“Ally...you can go now. You win.” sniffled Emily. Ally didn’t have to be told twice. She stood as straight as she could, and gave in. The jets opened. The torrential amount of pee she was keeping back, was now running down both her legs and puddling beneath her as well. Ally sighed, almost orgasmicly, at the relief she was feeling. She won. And she saw Emily pee herself. The two puddles eventually became one. Both pairs of pants, now drenched in pee from Ankle to Butt. Ally had never felt this before but it turned her on. It felt like perfection. It felt like comfort and relaxation.
“Why, why would you do that? You had the chance to go like a normal person...”
“It made me feel...things. Things I’ve not ever felt before.” said Ally. “So I just went with it and it was perfect! Besides, I’d feel bad if I didn’t pee myself with you.”
“I see...I’ll be honest though, I’m not sure I would’ve if you had lost.”
“Well, I’ve never wet myself before and I figured I would tonight. I actually knew I was going to one way or the other from the start of this.”
“I was really hoping I’d win. I haven’t lost in almost 10 years. But I’ve only been able to do this with one other person and that was my old boss. A few times a year, we’d meet up and have a good contest. His wife was pretty disgusted by it so we would indulge ourselves. Nothing sexual ever happened between us but it was really fun times. I haven’t heard from him in a few years. We lost contact after I moved from the big city.”
“Wait, you mean there’s guys that are into this stuff too?” asked Ally.
“From my experience, yeah. I never met anyone else into it though. I tried asking a few guys when I was dating but none of them ever peaked interest into the topic.” said Emily.
“I see. I wonder how the wetting would work.”
“It’s pretty one-legged haha. Which ever leg the penis is closest too, gets drenched.”
“I figured as much haha.”
“So...there’s something we should discuss...I’m leaving Alec. You inspired me to do this. I’ve been miserable for awhile now. You helped me understand what I need tonight. I need you, Ally Madeleine Green. I’ve felt this for a long time and you make me feel...well feel like Me.”
“I don’t know what to say. What do you mean by ‘I need you’?” Asked Ally.
“I want you to stay the night with me. You make me so happy. I’ll call the lawyers first thing tomorrow and I’d really appreciate it if you stayed here with me until you go to work.”
“Of course I will! But are you saying you want me for emotional support or...?”
“Its whatever you feel comfortable with.”
No way that just happened. Ally felt like the million dollar winner. Her biggest crush, her best friend, and her mentor just said she felt the same way! No way!! Ally was shaking. The two agreed they’d shower then go to bed. Together.
End of Act 3 |
The events of this story are mostly true. However, some parts are garnished with additional detail for the purpose of storytelling. There will be several parts to this story.
Karen is a 44-year-old mum of two sons, is happily married and lives in the north of Germany. She has blonde curly hair, is an avid tennis player and teaches biology and chemistry at a local high school in Germany. Her oldest son David attends university and during his business studies he spent a semester abroad in New York City.
Karen still gets the shivers when she thinks about the first days of visiting her oldest son David in New York about a year ago...
Part 1
Karen arrived at JFK Airport around noon after an 8-hour-flight from Munich that day. Taking an Uber to her son's East village flat, she could finally embrace her oldest one again. She was very proud of him, especially of the fact how well he did with his studies and that he had become such an independent young man at the age of only 21 years. Karen herself stems from a tiny village in southern Germany, had a modest upbringing and as she got pregnant for the first time at the age of 23, just when she was about to finish her biology and chemistry studies, she had never spent any longer time abroad. Even for a German native, her English was mediocre at best. Although Karen was a little tired from the flight, she did not want to waste any time discovering the city with her son as she had never been to New York. The first impression she received on the Uber from JFK to Manhattan had already fascinated her. Her son had rented a room in a small flat in the heart of the East Village. His roommate was an American student from Chicago who was the same age and also attended university nearby. The flat had two rooms, a small kitchen area with a table and one bathroom right next to the kitchen. Karen had to share a bed with her grown-up son, something she probably had not done since he was a toddler. She had thought about booking a hotel room nearby, but as soon as she saw how much she would have to spend, she asked her son if she could sleep in the flat as well. Her son was not too happy at first to share a bed with his mum, but as the bed was just big enough for the two of them and as there was not even space on the floor for a spare mattress, he agreed. She would only visit for five nights anyway.
After having walked around the East Village for most of the afternoon, Karen, David and his roommate Chris got ready for the evening. Chris wanted to meet some friends of his at a brewery in Brooklyn and had suggested to David and his mum that they could come along. All three then took the subway to Brooklyn where they met Chris's friends in front of the brewery. Karen is generally not a huge fan of beer, but as everybody had some and there were differents sorts of beer to taste, she joined in. After the third small beer and some food, she actually started liking it and, to be honest, it made it a little easier for her to converse in English. At first, she did not understand much of what Chris and his friends were saying, but once she got a little used to their accents, it became easier and easier. She was of the opinion that she understood English quite well, anyway, just speaking it was quite a hassle for her. After about two hours, the plan was to move downstairs, where the brewery had a little stage. A monthly comedy event was on today. Some local comedians where about to hit the stage to entertain the audience for the next two hours. They were rather early, so they got seats in the second row almost right in front of the stage. The room did not have any chairs, but wooden benches which were lined up in twelve rows to the left and right of the stage in order to accomodate around 200 people. When the first comedian had hit the stage just after 9pm, Karen felt a little twinge in her bladder and got the feeling that the last beer was making its way down and that she probably should have used the toilet again before the show started. But as a high school teacher she was used to hold her urine for quite some time if necessary. I mean, what choice do you have, if you have to teach and watch some pubescent teens for the next two hours and you have to pee? Hold it and do not complain, exactly.
Each comedian, some also as duos had about 15 minutes for his/her performance and they were actually really good. Karen enjoyed herself even though she only understood less than 50 % of their jokes. Her son David reassured her later that he also did not understand everything, so she did not feel bad about her English skills. After about an hour, the show took a little break. One of Chris's friends, a girl named Dana started talking to Karen and enquired about where she is from, what her plans where in NYC, etc. etc. Dana then also told Karen that her mum is originally from Germany as well, but Dana herself does not really speak the language as she grew up in the States. Karen actually wanted to use the break to use the bathroom, but as she saw from her seat that there was a long line of ladies waiting already and as she enjoyed the conversation with Dana, she decided to wait. Chris then even brought Karen another small beer, which she did not even want, but as she did not want to be impolite, she drank most of it anyway.
The show then went on, but after about 15 minutes, Karen really regretted not having used the toilet during the break. She never really had any problems holding her urine, even after having two kids, but that last beer during the break sent her bladder in overdrive. Sitting tight on a wooden bench between her son to her left and Chris to her right, Karen was getting really uncomfortable. She tried to press her knees together and focus on the comedy. But after another five minutes she could not even sit still anymore. Karen tried to cross her legs as discreetely as possible, but as Karen's left hip and leg was touching her son to her left and her right hip and leg was touching David's roommate Chris, she could only be as discreet. Another five minutes past, she could no longer concentrate on the comedy show at all and she started thinking about her options. Actually, there were not many options. She was sitting in the middle of a bench between her son and his friends only a few feet away from the stage where the comedy took place. The bathrooms were on the far left of the room. Some people would have to get up and everybody in the room would see that she had to get up and go to the toilet. Karen knew that the comedy will not go on forever, maybe another half an hour, so she tried to hold on as best as she could. She tried to think of something else and get her mind back to what was happening on the stage. But holding her pee was getting more difficult by the second. She had to move positions every minute and wriggle and move her leg even if she tried to sit still. It was getting embarassing. The people around her would notice that something is not okay.
David had already noticed his mum somehow getting antsy and uncomfortable. At first he thought it is only her sitting position, but as she changed her position and started moving her legs, he realized that she most likely needs a bathroom quite bad. It would not be surprising after all that beer. Still, David did not say anything, his mum was a grown adult after all and could certainly hold it until the end of the show.
Karen tried her best not to attract any more attention. But the waves from her bladder were getting worse. She was extremely desperate to pee now and knew that if she stood up, her desperation would most likely increase even more. She then might have to cross her legs immediately or even hold herself, which she could, of course, not do in front of the whole audience. That was her dilemma. She knew that she should really go to the bathroom asap, but she was already beyond the point where she could get up and go to the bathroom as relaxed as she should. But as the next wave hit her, she really had to hold her breath and press her knees together as hard as she could. Her head then told her that she has no choice but to to head to the toilet. Once she felt a little better, she grabbed her handbag, whispered to her son "Ich geh mal kurz aufs Klo (I'll quickly go to the bathroom)" and got up. Chris and her friends had to move their feet or also get up a little in order to let her through which, of course, created some attention, especially right in front of the stage. The two comedians on stage, two Asian-Americans from Boston in their late twenties, saw that Karen got up and as their were just in their routine of making jokes about cultural differences, they grabbed the opportunity to call Karen on stage ("Ma'am, oh, you want to join us on the stage!?"). Karen was only focused on not stumbling while getting out of her row and heading to the toilet as relaxed as possible, so she did not even hear the comedians addressing her. But everybody else in the audience of course did. Dana then grabbed Karen by her arm just as she passed her and drew her attention to the comedians. David's mother did not understand at first, but she turned around and saw the two comedians giving her an inviting look. Dana then gave her another little push towards the stage. Just at this moment, probably from the shock of the whole situation, Karen's muscles gave out for a split second and a spurt of urine escaped into her panties. She did not realize it at first, but her whole body was now filled with adrenaline from the shock, so she just got up on the small stage. The two comedians asked her for her name and immediately realized that she was not from the States, which was a blessing to their routine of making jokes about cultural differences. When they found out that she is German they started one joke after the other and the audience was very amused. Karen, on the other hand, was beet red in the face due to her embarassement and tried to smile and laugh although she did not understand everything. She unconsciously had her right hand pressed into her right jeans pocket and her legs crossed. She had no time to think about it, but the spurt of pee was not yet visible on her tight jeans. When they asked her a question, she could not really answer for a lack of English vocabulary. They then reasoned that she just wanted to get up and leave as their comedy was so bad. The audience roared with laughter. In the end, they told somebody to take a picture of them with Karen in the middle as they wanted to have proof that "Germans can also smile" for once. Karen then got released from stage with a huge round of applause.
Not thinking straight with the rush of adrenaline, Karen went back to her seat on the bench instead of the bathroom. Right now, all seemed very surreal for her. Only after a few minutes she calmed down a little and realized that she felt a little wet in her crotch and that some urine must have really slipped out. She felt even more embarrassed now, but right then she did not feel like she had to go to the bathroom anymore. The comedy show then went on for about 20 more minutes with one last comedian. Just before the end of the show, when the adrenaline rush slowly faded in Karen's body, her need to pee came back. But with even more force than before. While everybody applauded the last comedian, she suddenly felt light-headed and for a few seconds really thought her bladder would give up and she would full on pee in her jeans right then and there on the bench. Lucky for her, it did not happen. Instead everybody got up and started talking about the show while Karen tried to collect herself and get up without attracting any attention. She then told her son again that she would go to the toilet. Dana wanted to join her and the others said they would wait outside for them. As the bathrooms were in the back of the room, there was again a queue once Dana and Karen reached the ladies' room. Dana talked to Karen most of the time which distracted her a little, but generally 100 % of her attention were directed to her bladder as she had to try her best to stand still and not do a full-on pee dance in front of Dana and the other women waiting. The queue was actually moving quite fast and they soon got closer to the entrance of the toilet. Suddenly Karen got hit by such a wave that she knew even before it happened that she would not be able to stem the flow anymore. She tried her hardest to cross her legs as hard as she could, but she could feel a wave of warm fluid escaping into her crotch. Her only option was to stop the flow by quickly grabbing her crotch with her right hand, but she could already feel some wetness on her jeans. Karen was beyond embarassed and their was no hiding her predicament in front of Dana. The latter realized that this German woman must be really bursting and said: "Don't worry, Karen, I'm also really really desperate to pee." The only thing was that Dana was rather telling herself that she was "really really desperate", but probably not even half as bad as Karen. And Dana is 20 years younger. At least it was dark so that nobody could see that Karen had actually started to pee in her clothes...
Karen then reached a toilet and had one of the best reliefs of her life. But the happiness of the relief quickly faded when she surveyed the damage on her clothes. Luckily she wore a thin pantyliner for the flight although she almost never does. But that pantyliner might have saved her dignity in front of her son and his friends although it was now totally soaked. The same was true for her black comfy panties that she decided to wear for the journey. She had to throw the pantyliner away and take her panties off. Luckily her jeans only had a spot about the size of a small plate in the crotch area. If she keeps her legs closely together, nobody should be the wiser. Karen then put her wet panties in her handbag, pulled up her jeans and left the the bathroom. Chris and his friends wanted to move on and go to another bar, but Karen still felt deeply embarassed as well as insecure in her slightly wet jeans without any panties. The jetlag now also kicked in and she therefore asked her son David to rather go home... |
Wriggling Wyatt
Wyatt sat in the waiting area, the only male there. He wanted this job badly but knew his chances of success were lower than average both as a male and because of the colour of his skin. Yet he had the qualifications and the experience so he was determined to give it 100%. His mouth was dry so he opened his bottle of water and sipped steadily as each name was called through one by one. He adjusted his neck tie and wiped his suit trousers.
Finally his name was called and he headed through for part 1: the interview. Wyatt confirmed his details and showed identification and was then offered tea or coffee, accepting a coffee gratefully. It was a three panel interview and Wyatt was pressed heavily, but despite being extremely nervous he felt pleased with how he performed. An hour and a half later and he was taken by one of the interviewers to another room where a few other interviewees sat nervously waiting too. The room had tables and chairs and a few of the others were making polite conversation but Wyatt felt different so he sat alone looking through the notes he had been given. He crossed his legs lightly feeling a bit of a need for a bathroom but putting it down to nerves. Another person was brought to the room and sat near Wyatt but said nothing.
Ten nervous minutes passed before someone else came to the door and called out a few names and the relevant people gathered their things and filed out the room, leaving Wyatt and just three others alone. The atmosphere was tense and nervous and Wyatt did wonder if he could maybe slip out and find a bathroom before his name was called but just as he gathered his notes and suits jacket to stand up someone came to the door and called his name as well as the others.
Wyatt followed the man down a long corridor and into another larger room where the delegates were asked to sit around a large table and help themselves to light refreshments and drinks. Wyatt opted for orange juice and a small sandwich and biscuit as his stomach churned with nerves still. With the change of room and circumstances Wyatt temporarily forgot about his bladder as he slowly drank his juice and ate the refreshments until a number of well dressed people arrived and sat at the table indicating to the delegates to do likewise.
For the next hour and a half Wyatt engaged fully in what turned out to be a role playing situation as he tried his utmost to impress and show his skills whilst becoming increasingly aware of his filling bladder.
He just hoped that at the end of the session he’d have a chance to use the toilet. It certainly didn’t feel appropriate to interrupt the role play to ask for a break so he wriggled, crossed his legs and squeezed to bide some time.
Finally that part came to a close and one of the leaders explained what was happening next. Each delegate was to have some individual time completing an online questionnaire in a room alone to ensure there was no discussions or collaboration between delegates. Whilst one person completed it the others would be allowed a break to freshen up and get some fresh air.
Wyatt breathed a sigh of relief sensing a much needed lavatory break was finally coming. He’d been holding quite some time and was so looking forward to getting to relax in front of a toilet.
‘In order of fairness we have decided to take candidates in reverse alphabetical order by forename. This means that Wyatt Jamalli, you are first sir. If you would follow me please and Helen will take the rest of you back to the room where you may help yourself to more tea/coffee, use the toilets or get some fresh air and we will call each of you through in order. We appreciate your patience and thank you all for your time so far.’
Wyatt was sure he would at least be offered a toilet break first too. Surely he had to. He wanted to ask but it felt rude and inappropriate as the person leading him hadn’t spoken a word since they had left the others.
Wyatt was shown into a much smaller room where a computer was set up on an otherwise empty desk and a swivel office chair sat in front of it. The computer was switched on and set up with the screen displaying some sort of log in. The smartly dressed woman who had brought Wyatt to the room issued him with a card which had log in details on.
‘If you use this to log in please. Just start whenever you are ready. For security I should let you know that you will be watched while you complete this, no video or photos may be taken in the room and when the questionnaire is complete please press submit on the screen and someone will come and get you. You will then be taken back to the main entrance where you will be free to go. You will hear the results of your interview within three days. Good luck.’
And at that she left and closed the door.
Wyatt desperately wanted to ask if he could possibly use the gents first but the door was closed before a word was even out his mouth. He had no idea how to get back to the main entrance or to where the others were, so he resigned himself to having to hold his bladder for at least another half hour. He hoped the questionnaire would take his mind off how badly he had to go.
Wyatt put his suit jacket over the back of the chair and sat down, wriggling immediately as his bladder sent another urge to be emptied. He logged in using the codes given to him and began answering the questions to the best of his ability. Concentrating was difficult as fidgeted and squirmed more and more forgetting that he was being watched the whole time. The questions were in depth and required extensive answers which were making Wyatt frustrated and stressed.
‘Oh man! I so have to piss!’
Wyatt rocked on the chair, wiggling constantly from side to side and forwards and backwards, one hand pressing against his penis as he tried typing answers one handed. Getting increasingly worried he might piss himself he stood up typing one handedly as he pee danced and grabbed himself tightly.
He knew he was risking losing out on a high paid and sought after job but the pressure in his bladder and between his legs was so intensive and overwhelming Wyatt was sweating and swearing under his breath.
‘Fucking hell man, this is BAD. I have to fucking piss so badly I’m never going to make it out dry!’
Wyatt could feel tears forming at the back of his eyes. His bladder was bloated making his suit trousers tight and his shirt was wet with sweat. His vision was blurred by sheer desperation that reading the questions and typing the answers was becoming harder and harder. Yet until he finished and pressed submit Wyatt was stuck in the room alone with no option of a bathroom anywhere. So he sat back on the seat swinging his legs and wriggling as he tried forming sentences as best he could.
Finally he came to the last question and he almost cheered as the elusive ‘submit’ button appeared on screen at last. Wyatt pressed the button and sat with both hands pressed at his crotch, bend forward, wriggling frantically waiting for someone to return.
Less than a minute later the door was pushed open by a very red faced smartly dressed lady in high heels, tights and a black dress suit.
‘Well done. I wasn’t sure you would cope with that but it seems, from what I could see anyway, that you did very well indeed. Now if you follow me I will escort you to the main entrance Mr Jamalli where you can sign out. Emmm...would you like me to show you the gents first though?’
‘Oh God yes please! Please please tell me it’s not far..too much coffee...long day...sorry this is embarrassing...’
‘It’s fine Mr Jamalli. I errr....I could see you have been struggling....actually there’s a toilet right next door...you could have went anytime during the questionnaire...I thought you had seen the sign on the way in...I’ll wait here for you...’
Wyatt wriggled some more on the chair with both hands still tightly wedged at his crotch as a squirt shot out against his will. He undid his trousers hook and raced out the room and into the toilet next door where he only just made it.
He returned to a very red faced, well dressed, lady sitting wriggling on the very same seat he had just got up from.
‘Oh you’re back Mr Jamalli! I’d better show you out now. Good luck sir. I really hope you get the job. We could do with more determined, strong, focussed people like yourself here. Maybe we shall, meet again? It’s just along here then first right and if you hand your visitor pass to reception they will sign you out. Thanks again for coming today. You will here from the company soon.
Wyatt did hear from the company. They offered him a trial which he accepted though he didn’t see the well dressed lady again. |
Hello! I am a long time lurker, and I finally mustered up the courage to write something today! I hope you enjoy!
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It had been a long day.
Ienzo shifted uncomfortably in his chair. The discomfort had been quite prominent for a while, but so far he’d been able to ignore it. He had too much to do, and besides, such things had never gotten in his way before such humanity. Why should it start now?
The data on the screen should’ve made sense, but it was all odd, off, buggy. He scrubbed at his brow. He’d started sweating at some point--the computer, and the heavy cotton of his lab coat made the room feel quite hot--and the dampness on his face was distracting.
For more than one reason.
He sighed heavily. Humanity was odd, alien, inconvenient, and more than anything else, needy. More often than not lately he missed the days of Zexion, when he did not need to sleep, or eat, and any other… discomforts could quite literally be willed away.
He shifted again, trying to compromise with the hateful pressure in his pelvis. It had been there for a while--hard to tell how long--not helped at all by the absent-minded cups of tea. Many of them. He took another deep breath. He really should get up and take care of this, but the closest working restroom was a fifteen minute walk away, and besides, he was in the middle of something. Discomfort was irrelevant. It was easy to ignore hunger, or thirst, or even exhaustion. What was this?
He turned back to his notebook, trying to consult what he’d decoded. His must’ve run his eyes over the same lines of numbers a few times, not taking in anything, feeling nothing but pressure. Get it together, he thought. You’re not a child. Why on earth did his human body require so much more maintenance, when it was functionally the same as his Nobody’s? Perhaps he should ask Even; he might know.
Ienzo shut the notebook, crossed his legs. Uncrossed. It did not seem to help. He needed more sufficient distraction, if so for a moment, if so to get things back on track. Things were larger, more important, than supposed needs. One thing he did know that supposedly “worked” was… fantasy.
He swallowed. Well.
One of his many new adjustments had been sexuality. Prior, any significant expression or encounter had been out of curiosity, and nothing more, the orgasms from such acts completely clinical, the barest form of release (the thought of the word made him shudder a little). He’d discovered one morning after a questionable dream that he was not the asexual entity that he’d thought. And recently… there was more than just dreams.
He thought he would despise having Demyx here, or at the very least find him incredibly annoying, but after the boy became human again, he’d caught Ienzo at a particularly emotionally vulnerable moment (his new heart was quite torturous with its guilt) and asked if a drink might help. The alcohol had made things even more muddled, even more overwhelming, and they’d made out long and hard on the sitting room floor, grinding against one another until… well.
He considered this moment wearily. It had happened again since then. The human body was needy, but its rewards, more intense. Who were they hurting? Perhaps it was all a horrible mistake, and would end messily, but Ienzo was just so tired of fighting.
He thought of the most recent of these encounters, when Demyx had found him researching in the library, and rather than spirit him away to somewhere private, he’d simply ducked under the desk where Ienzo was sitting and--
This was helping. But it wasn’t helping his productivity.
He let himself linger on this moment, on the way Demyx’s mouth felt around his dick, on the way he’d finally been able to stop thinking for a few minutes. Perhaps… perhaps Ienzo might find him later and--
Okay. Enough of that. Hormones in check, body in check. Back to work.
He didn’t get far. The heat and the numbers were making him dizzy. He noticed, to his shock, his hand had crossed to his crotch and pressed hard. He sighed again. “Alright, enough,” he said aloud. He drew the line at gripping himself like a child. Back into reality, he realized that he was so full it physically hurt. All he had to do was save and make his way to the nearest restroom--it would be annoying, but he had to get it done.
Except Ienzo, despite his computer literacy, had not saved in some time, and when he finally enacted this function, it was taking its sweet time, and kingdom hearts he hated having a body so much--
Get it together. You’re an adult.
Shakily, he stood. The desperation seemed to double down, and he tensed. It was his own fault, for getting in this situation. He should’ve just gotten up earlier, but it was so annoying taking that long walk across the castle, and honestly he thought his own capacity was better than this. He took a few cautious steps towards the lab door, trying not to hyperfixate on what it would finally feel like to be free of this burden, of what it would feel like to, yes--
He cut off the thought abruptly. He would rather think of sex than the alternative, because he could not risk losing control, he was an adult. How embarrassing would it be if he could not keep a grasp on the simplest of bodily functions.
The more his walking jolted him, however, the more he questioned himself, and he wondered if instead of making it to the restroom, he might find somewhere else, literally anywhere else, to deal with this problem, a plant, an open drainpipe, anywhere other than his pants--
“Zo! Hey. There you are. You didn’t respond to my texts, do I didn’t know if--”
He felt the blood rush to his face. Dizzily, he turned. “Demyx, I… I’m sorry, I was quite distracted--” Understatement of the century. It was harder standing still than it was to move.
He crossed a little closer to him. “Hey, it’s okay. You’re a busy guy. I get it. I was wondering if--are you alright?”
Ienzo was trying not to squirm. Humiliating, to get himself into this state; he felt a hot flush of panic. “I’m… fine. It’s very warm in there.”
“Would help if you took off all the excess layers.” A smirk. “I could help with that.”
“Is that why you were… finding me?” Willpower. Control.
“...My afternoon’s pretty free. You tell me.”
Right. Oh. It came to him slowly. If fantasy could help, couldn’t the real thing? Better to make his way around half or fully hard than--
God. How had he let it get this bad?
Demyx frowned. “What’s going on? You look weird.”
The desperation made it hard to act logically. Instead, Ienzo just reached forward and kissed him. After a moment, Demyx kissed him back, and he felt the slightest relief with the distraction. Demyx pressed him against the wall of the hallway and kissed him harder; the sudden movement just shook that horrid organ, and he had to fight not to wet himself then and there. But after a few beats, Ienzo was not quite so focused on the desperation as the tongue in his mouth, on Demyx’s hand wandering slowly down his body, across his hip, kneading his cock through his pants. He unbuttoned Ienzo’s jacket and kept working him, and the resulting fleeting relief from this was enough to calm the panic fluttering in his best.
“You’re so tense,” Demyx said. “Relax. There’s nobody coming.” He slipped his hand down Ienzo’s waistband--normally he drew the line at such play in public, but he honestly needed it.
He gasped a little. “Wait--I--”
“Do you want me to stop?”
The way his hand moved was so good, distracting him from the awful pain between his hips. “No,” he murmured, pressing harder against him.
“Let me take care of you.”
His touch was so much more intense than Ienzo was used to, but why? It took him a moment of blurry thought, of bucking wordlessly against his fingers, before he thought he might have figured it out. Considering how full he was, there was quite a lot more blood flowing down there, blood which might make the sensation more intense. It wasn’t right, he thought dazedly, trying to hold back the orgasm. Was the human body truly so gross it could get off on a side effect of its own functions?
Ienzo could feel Demyx’s own hard dick pressed against him, but he was too overwhelmed to touch it, caught up in a strange maelstrom of desperation and pleasure. He should tell Demyx to stop touching him right now lest he accidentally finish, and he was positive if he finished he would--
“It’s okay, Zo,” Demyx murmured, kissing his throat. “Let go.”
You truly do not want me to, he thought. He wasn’t even sure he could make it to a plant or a drainpipe if this were to happen, even just turning away and taking his dick out would be enough--
The knot inside of him tightened and tightened, and god there must be something wrong with him if he wanted to get off right now, even just a handjob so different. He was gasping. “Demyx…” He tried, weakly.
“Yeah.”
“Please, I--” Words easy to misinterpret. Demyx doubled down on his touch, and Ienzo wasn’t able to tell him adequately; not just that, but he suspected he didn’t want to--
He gasped. The orgasm that broke over him was so intense he thought he might faint, and once it was over he was faced with an almost painful realization. He couldn’t hold it in.
He couldn’t.
Just seconds after he finished he felt the trickle, one that could be confused simply for cum, but Ienzo knew better, and the wave of panic that overtook him made everything dizzy. Even that small release was tantalizing, and too soon he felt another.
By then Demyx had withdrawn and was back to kissing him. He was going to find this so vulgar, so gross--
An actual pang of pain struck him, and he winced. “Zo?” he asked, confused. “What’s--”
The trickle became a faint stream, but still not visible, and he tried to turn away before it all started in earnest. His bladder strained against him. He wondered if he might just whip it out, who cared about the fallout--
His body had other plans.
People, he knew, could sometimes reach a point of fullness where they literally had no option, no control over the release. He had just hit that point, and the orgasm did not help one bit--the slight relaxation he’d gained from it had been his undoing.
He was fucked.
Demyx did not see it outwardly, but he felt Ienzo tense, which was somehow worse. He struggled in vain not to completely wet himself, but it was clear he could no longer argue, the stream breaking through his stranglehold--
“Oh, god,” he hissed, the embarrassment, the desperation all too much.
“Zo--what’s--”
He felt it begin in earnest, heat rushing down his legs disjointedly. He was in too much pain to feel relief. He kept fighting it, because if he didn’t he wasn’t sure what would happen--complete mental collapse, perhaps?
“Are you--”
“God,” he repeated, unable to meet his eyes. “Please, leave me.” His chest hitched, and he couldn’t breathe. The thought of humiliating himself so in front of the sole person in this castle he could bear to speak to was the final straw, panic rushing over him just like the piss trying to leave him.
“Ienzo. Ienzo, look at me.”
“No.”
“Take a deep breath.” Demyx brought a finger under his chin and made him look up. “It’s okay.”
“No, it’s not--”
“It’s okay. Shit happens.”
“But I can’t--” He couldn’t hold it anymore, but he couldn’t seriously do it right here, but it was still physically painful, and he couldn’t honestly remember the last time he’d gone. Fear and panic threatened to overwhelm him. Why were hearts so sadistic, human bodies so fallible?
“Zo.”
He was audibly panting with the effort of maintaining control. “I’m disgusting.”
“No, you’re not. You just pushed yourself too hard. Relax. Let go. We can deal with whatever happens afterwards.”
His kindness just forced more tears to his eyes, and between the panic, and the humiliation, and the fullness, he did.
Warmth and wetness left him almost with force. He was too full to feel real relief, at least not for a moment, but slowly the pain eased. He kept his eyes on Demyx’s shoulder, shuddering, the anxiety making him shake. He only had one pair of shoes that fit, how was he going to explain washing them? Here he was soaking himself like an infant because he hadn’t taken his own needs seriously enough. He thought he might cry, adding to the awfulness of all of this.
Demyx drew him a little closer, keeping their hips apart, and rubbed his back. “It’s okay,” he said.
“How is it okay?”
He kissed his forehead, his cheek. “I don’t think any less of you.”
Maybe it was the words, maybe it was the sheer volume that had already left him, but the relief hit him so suddenly he swayed, and Demyx held him up. The pleasure was so immediate, so intense, he nearly moaned out loud. I must be losing my mind, he thought dazedly. He wondered at the odd tactile sensation of wet cloth, pressed against his legs. This had to be some kind of coping mechanism. There was no way he was genuinely enjoying this.
After too long (and not long enough?) he felt it begin to end. He tried to regain his breath, his composure, his dignity.
“Are you okay?” Demyx asked, trying to get him to meet his eyes.
“Obviously not,” he hissed. “I just completely pissed myself in front of you.”
“It happens,” he reasserted. “We’re not used to being human. We’re not used to… needing stuff.”
Ienzo looked down, and wished he hadn’t. His pants were soaked, and there was quite a bit of fluid beneath him. “If you wish to never touch me again--”
“It’s okay,” Demyx said firmly. “To be completely honest? Seeing you not be a hundred percent in control was a little hot.”
He looked down again, and saw Demyx’s half-hard dick. “Oh,” he said instead.
“Sorry. Just speaking the truth.”
“I’m… glad you did.” He exhaled; he felt like he could finally breathe again. “So what do I…”
“Button up your coat. I don’t think that’s got any on it. I’ll make sure there’s nobody coming so you can get back to your room.”
He nodded. More than anything, he was exhausted now. “Thank you,” he said softly.
Demyx grinned. “Of course. Hey, I’m just setting it up so that when something happens to me you pick up the pieces.”
He chuckled a little. “Fair enough.” |
I would call it a nice day, as any day in early May would be. The school year was winding down and the tension reeking in the air had finally ceased a bit. The afternoon sunlight, a bit too warm, beamed onto the windowsill and people’s faces, leaving behind delicate beads of sweat. I was running somewhat late so I skipped my usual toilet break, chugged down whatever remained in my water bottle, before going to English, my last class of the day.
I looked forward to English in more ways than one. I hesitate to admit this, but it was not the poetry and prose, but the one who taught them, that never failed to make my lessons and my days. He was the best teacher I could have imagined, firm yet fair, never failing to make Shakespeare or Coleridge, or whoever else, interesting. Perhaps what I had on him was, what people call, a crush. Barely a day passed without me trying all I could to make his blue eyes look at me in an appreciative way; to make him proud of me.
So I felt rather bad when I sat down and realized that I had completely forgotten to do my homework last night. He was not pleased when he came over to check my work, and told me that I was to sit a detention after class and finish what I should have done; nice as he was, he could still be a bit strict when necessary. I stole a glance at the twigs outside the classroom window flapping in the afternoon breeze, wondering how I just kept letting down people I looked up to; did not matter if it was in the most minor way. I demanded myself perfection when in front of him, yet the moments were few and far between, and the way which I repair my self esteem was simply to demand even more perfection from myself. Not the best mindset for a high school senior juggling schoolwork and college applications, and emotions that were never to tell a living soul.
“When we two parted/ In silence and tears......”
I tried to focus on the lesson instead of the twigs. Byron today. To say that it was a struggle learning love poems in his lesson would be an understatement. With love poems alone I struggle already, for it filled me with envy each time that their love could be put on paper and forced down unlucky students, while mine could only be closeted like a skeleton in the cupboard. And I was soon to know that the struggle today would come in another dimension as well. With about half an hour into the lesson I realized that skipping a toilet break may not be a good idea. I found myself crossing and uncrossing my legs more frequently than usual, and squeezing them tighter when crossing. Annoyed at myself for not doing homework and for letting this stupid distraction slip into my English class, I brushed away a stray wisp of hair from my forehead and shook my head. “This, obviously,” his voice came from above me as he concluded the first stanza, “is not a recipe for an ordinary love poem.”
“Thy vows are all broken/ And light is thy fame......”
Twenty minutes later my fidgeting was becoming apparent to the person sitting next to me, as I could tell from a few glances. My right hand was taking notes while my left hand was hovering around my crotch, knowing that holding myself was not an option since I was sitting at the first row as I did in all his lessons. Instead I gently rubbed my lower abdomen in a vain attempt to ease the pressure in my bladder a bit. I was all too aware that I could not focus like this and not focusing was not something I would wish to happen in his lesson, and I did not, actually, have a problem asking to go to the toilet in other teachers’ lessons; but letting him, of all people, know that I needed to use the toilet dug into the most primitive realm of shyness deep down inside me. My cheeks burned at the mere thought of that. Still thirty minutes of class left.
“They know not I knew thee/ Who knew thee too well/ Long, long shall I rue thee/ Too deeply to tell......”
When I say I focused on something beginning with B for thirty minutes, I wish I could say Byron instead of bladder. Sweat started beading on my forehead again, not from the heat though, and my legs hurt a bit from being twisted into a knot for so long. Never had I remembered the clock moving so slow in an English lesson, and never had I felt more frustrated, for having full control neither over my physical nor over my emotional self. My right hand was taking notes on its own command, the remnants of the command I set to every organ of my body long ago that I would do anything to make him appreciate me.
“ ‘If I should meet thee/ After long years,/ How should I greet thee?/ With silence and tears.’ Now these are the last few lines and your homework today is to analyze them in respect to their relationship with the rest of the poem. Class is over.”
My plan was to wait till everyone had filed out before walking to the toilet, since I decided that running was too dangerous in my state. I had at least managed to make it through the lesson, I had at least that much control over my -
“Remember you are staying behind for detention.”
I jerked at his sudden presence next to me. Damn, I had completely forgotten that my dues were not yet completely paid. Using nodding as a disguise I managed to avoid eye contact with him; meeting his eyes had always made me a bit giddy and giddyness was the last thing I needed when trying to hide a full bladder in front of him.
The door was ajar, the only barrier between me and the noises outside, and relief at the end of the corridor. I sat glued to my chair and worked on the assignment given yesterday. He was sitting at the front of the classroom and typing something on his computer as usual, the same pose he usually made in his office, the same pose whose silhouette had appeared in my dreams for countless times. My gray skirt was crumpled at my crotch and I had already resigned to keeping my left hand there in case I became just a teeny-tiny bit too focused on my work. I had no idea what I should focus on. My work in front of me, the words seemed to make no sense. The immense pressure in my bladder, it seemed to make no sense either. But what really made no sense, I suppose, was my feelings towards this person in front me whom I was never, never to have feelings on, and the fact that I was unable to ask from him something simple as a bathroom break. Embarrassment was not the word. Neither was shy. Maybe weakness or helplessness. Yeah, helplessness. There I sat, tortured by physical and emotional sensations both strong enough on its own, tortured by myself.
And that was when I felt a leak. Not a huge one but definitely enough to soak the crotch of my panties. The warning signs of total disgrace. My cheeks burned ten times worse at the wetness of my panties. There I was losing control in front of him, and control was something I just had to have in front of him. I could not afford this, and between this and the bit of embarrassment that may not be a problem to someone else, I chose the latter. Standing up sent a chill down my spine as it stretched my bladder suddenly, and every step towards the front of the room caused me to bite hard at my lip.
“Sir can I go to the toilet?”
“Yeah, sure,” he glanced at me over his computer, “and sorry for not giving you a break after the lesson, by the way.”
Running was, indeed, dangerous. I maintained the little steps until I reached the toilet and locked myself inside a cubicle. I could not really remember how I tore down my leggings and panties and gush out the hot torrent; all I remember was that my panties were soaked in the crotch but nothing, thankfully, showed on my light gray leggings.
Oh yeah, I remember being thankful. Thankful that my shame was hidden securely where no one can see, thankful that I had managed to come so far without letting him find out what I actually feel about him, thankful that I did have some extent of control which kept us in the safe zone, in which he was, and was only, my teacher.
I slipped back into the classroom from the back door and soon finished my work uneventfully. “Well done,” I swear I saw the glitter of approval in his blue eyes as he came over to check my work, “I know you can do it as long as you put your mind to it. By the way, I’m reading Christina Rosetti at the moment - any favorite lines?”
“Haply I may remember......”
“......And haply may forget. Good. See you tomorrow.”
Expecting no more words from me, he turned his back to me and resumed typing on his computer whatever he had not finished. Slowly gathering up my stuff, I shuffled out of the classroom onto the corridor and into the balmy May afternoon air that enveloped it, squinting my eyes at the unaccustomed sunlight. Warm gusts of wind whipped the twigs against the windows, along with wisps of hair across my cheeks. The sound of footsteps and chatters rose faintly from below. Nice day after all, I would say; wet panties and all. |
Summary: irwin has to pee during work and rushes to get work done but ends up being called to enoch where he gets so scared that he piss himself infront of him.
edit: sorry about the black text I’m not sure how to change it
Clothed peeing, male omorashi, humiliation, non sexual
desc of Irwin: looks like a normal elsen, 5’7”, skinner and lanky, wears glasses, usually wears a dress shirt and tie.
This is an OFF FanFiction! Meaning you might need a bit of background of OFF the game to understand it!
It had been a long day and Irwin was about to loose it. His job was to cut up the dead bodies that came in each day, meet the quota and finish.My team because of his absence in one day, he had much more work to do that day. Double what he had, and he had to get it done by a certain time. So to his guilty conscious he couldn’t stop to relieve himself fearing he might loose his job.
The tightness pushing on the belt of his Pants caused him to squirm and shove his hands grabbing his crotch at any free time he could. He was lucky he worked alone or this would be humiliating. But having to change his gloves every so often to avoid blood soaked pants was not ideal. Irwin groaned shifting his weight and taking a second to step back. A full wave of desperation hit him as he grabbed his crotch feeling as if he’d burst right then and there.
“N-nonono stop stop hhh!” He BIt his lip and frantically grabbed the nearby seat sitting on it. The sudden shift of position caused more stress on his bladder from his belt so he frantically loosened his belt and made a sigh of relief once he was free from the belt’s embrace. He was shaking and sweating profusely. Just as the thought he was safe, another strong wave of desperation hit him. His bladder spasmed and he felt something spurt and bead agaisnt his clothed cock. He shoved his hands down again and closed his eyes tightly.
‘I’m not gonna make it’ he thought frantically. He looked around his his room for anything he could use. The furnace, some meat hooks, his knife table there wasnt much. But his eyes locked into the disposal bucket. He hitched his breath and Gulped down shuffling to the bloody bucket and squirming as he tried to unbutton his pants.
Before he could though, the door of his room flung open. He let out a slight scream and buttoned Up his pants again turning to whoever it was. To his bad luck, it was one of his boss’s advisers. Irwin stood there as still as he could As the adviser spoke.
“Mr. Ghett, you are wanted by enoch for work inspection. He wants you in his office immediately”
‘Great just my luck.’ Irwin thought and he Faked a strained grin “I’ll be right there!”
Irwin was planning to Make a quick stop on the bathroom on his way, but the adviser insisted that he led Irwin To Enoch’s office. Irwin followed behind him trying his hardest not to grab his crotch at any Given moment, but he could feel the piss he Built up against the tip of his cock just bounding to get out. While walking he shoved his hands into his pocket and used the loose inside pockets and grab the tip of his cock and squeeze for relief but it barely did anything.
Irwin finally spoke up “e-excuse me, first c-can I-“
The adviser cut him off “enoch is on a tight schedule and cant afford you making another late Meeting”
Irwin’s mouth stayed a bit open and he closed his mouth nodding, he realized he had no way out of this.
The time came here Irwin was right infront of enoch. Just him and his, giant, intimidating boss looking down at him from his giant desk. Irwin kept his hands in his pockets and once he read enoch’s expression he took them out of his pockets and wiped the sweat, Atleast he hoped it was, off on the sides of his pants.
“S-so what is this about?” He spoke wanting to get this over with already. He could feel more piss drip down the slit of his dick and soak into his boxers but he could do nothing to stop it but clench his muscles with all his might. He was starting to look Painfully strained.
“What do you think this is about?!” Enoch spoke in a booming voice that caused Irwin to stand straight. “You’ve missed work for the last few days, causing a back load of bodies needing to be Cremated and sugar to be less prominent than it was! What do you have to say for yourself? I want to hear your futile excuse.”
‘I need to pee.’ He thought. Praying internally that he wouldn’t loose it infront of his ow boss. He tried to think up an answer shifting his weight on both feet. “I- I’m sorry sir, I had to help with o-other.. stuff” he winced a bit feeling another small spurt come out of him
“OTHEr STUFF!? IS THAT YOUR EXCUSE!? WHAT COULD BE MORE IMPORTANT THAN YOUR WORK HERE?!” Enoch voice boomed which frightened Irwin. So much so he felt his body give out and piss started to escape from him. His breath hitched as he felt the warm liquid fill his black jeans and the hissing sound echoed through the room. He whispered “nonononono! Oh god oh please not here!!” As his shoved his hands down against his soaking crotch and pressed his thighs together “I- I’m sorry sir I’m sorry!!!”
Enoch’s expression suddenly turned less angry and he Squinted his eyes a bit. He reached out and grabbed Irwin by the back of his shirt raising him up closer to his face. Irwin, horribly embarrassed was starting to cry and still frantically trying to stop the imminent stream coming from his crotch, but any form of squeezing his muscles again only caused him pain.
Once enoch realized what happened he was slightly shocked and gently placed Irwin onto his desk.
Irwin crashed onto his knees soaking a more, unable to stop he gave up letting the hours of Built up piss escape from him. One hand still cupped his crotch getting completely soaked while the other wiped he tears off his face. He hung his head down and made a salute with his hand to enoch “I-I’m sorry sir I can’t stop it I-I’m sorry I’m sorry..”
when the last few drops of piss finally escaped from his bladder Irwin was still sobbing horribly humiliated. Enoch had his gaze turned away letting Irwin finish his business and when he realized he was done he finally spoke out again.
“I expect all work to be done. Don’t disappoint me again.” He went through his desk and took out a large cloth, At least to Irwin, and he wrapped it around Irwin “and go get yourself changed.”
Irwin sniffled and nodded as he was gently scooped up and placed at the door.
Irwin ran out of his office with his makeshift blanket wrapped around him to reach his apartment Room. |
Sombra's bubble gum popped in her face as she sat on a rooftop in the city of Dorado. She was completely relaxed as she watched her target. She had been seated like this for around an hour keeping a close eye on her mark. The hacker's signature purple outfit was invisible to the eye due to her advanced stealth technology. It was late afternoon in the town of Dorado, located in Mexico, and as such it was sweltering.
Because of the oppressive heat Sombra had been consuming a good amount of fluids. Of course, this liquid had to go somewhere and Sombra could feel her bladder filling up. It didn't concern her though as the hacker dropped of the low rooftop. It was showtime.
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Symmetra wiped her brow, as she felt the sweat gathering on her forehead. Dorado was, per usual, very hot and even Symmetra's breathable blue outfit didn't save her from the heat. The temperature was the least of her concerns though. She was only truly focused on two things. Her mission and her bladder. Symmetra's job was to find and capture the stealthy hacker Sombra. She had been looking for a long time and had seen no sign of the elusive Talon agent.
Another, equally pressing concern was her ever growing need to urinate. Dorado was very empty at this time, and most of the shops were closed, giving Symmetra no easy bathroom. She rested her hand against her lower stomach and grimaced as she felt her bulging bladder. She was going to need relief and soon.
Symmetra was pulled away from her thoughts as she heard what sounded like footsteps. She spun around but didn't see anyone. She heard the footsteps again, and realized that the source of the sound was not one she could see.
It must be Sombra! Who else could be invisible? She thought. An idea formed in her head and Symmetra quickly ran, and pressed her back to the wall of the courtyard they were standing in. This way she couldn't be attacked from behind. regardless of this newfound advantage, Symmetra was worried. She couldn't beat an opponent she couldn't see.
In response to this, Symmetra felt her bladder spasm and a leak shot into her black panties. She winced and crossed her legs. If she was able to beat Sombra quickly she might still be able to find a suitable place to relive herself. Through the haze of her desperation, Symmetra's mind provided a second wonderful idea.
She quickly whipped out her deployable turrets and sent them flying at the walls of the courtyard. These turrets didn't need sight to attack, so when Sombra moved too close they would start to shoot, giving Symmetra a good idea of where she was. Now all that was left was to wait.
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She didn't have to wait long. After about a minute Sombra decided to make her move. She had seen Symmetra deploy her turrets, and knew just where to stand to avoid their high power light beams. She quickly slid into her desired location and prepared to attack.
Out of the corner of her eye, Symmetra was able to see a flash of purple light as Sombra uncloaked. The sight of the hacker materializing out of thin air caused Symmetra's already tired bladder to lose a little more pee into her underwear. Quickly, the Symmetra dove behind her only form of cover, a decretive fountain in the middle of the square, as Sombra unloaded the clip of her SMG. She just barely was able to make it behind the fountain, but Symmetra knew she didn't have long.
Sombra continued to fire rounds into the fountain, hoping to catch Symmetra through the stone. Fortunately for the architect, the fountain held strong. Sombra tossed the empty clip to the side and ran around the side of the fountain while reloading. As Symmetra got up to move, the hacker ran behind her and pressed the gun barrel into her back.
As Symmetra felt the SMG's barrel press into her skin she let out a whimper. She felt her stomach contract and her bladder let go as she was no longer able to contain her urine. She felt her legs heat up as piss poured out of her body, instantly soaking the thin fabric of her under garments. With nothing left to hold it back, the piss shot down between her thighs, in a stream creating the start of a puddle between her feet. She felt streams of urine run down her bare legs, her dark skin dripping. Lastly, the pee worked its way into her knee high boots. soaking her feet inside.
Sombra snickered as she witnessed the other woman's loss of control. She had always felt great satisfaction when she had caused another person to wet themselves. Sombra took a step back as Symmetra's puddle started to move towards her feet. This proved to be a disastrous mistake however, as Symmetra thinking fast jammed her elbow into the hacker's exposed gut.
Sombra stumbled backwards. This unfortunately placed her right next to one of Symmetra's turrets. Sombra yelled as she was blasted with a beam of hard light, and she fell to the ground. The beam didn't stop however, and Sombra was forced to roll away from the turret. This roll landed her face in the middle of Symmetra's puddle, and even worse in front of Symmetra.
As Sombra was reeling from the pain of the light beam, and the disgust of having been face first in a puddle of piss, Symmetra was able to pull out a weapon of her own. Symmerta stood in front of the weakened hacker and raised her photon projector. She pulled the trigger and a second beam of hard light nailed Sombra in the back. The hacker yelled as she was attacked for the second time.
Due to the pain she felt Sombra immediately lost control of her body. Her hands balled into fists as she started to wet her pants. Urine spilled out of her bladder, instantly creating a dark circle on the front of Sombra's purple leggings. The stain expanded as Sombra continued to pee herself. As she was laying down, the urine spilled outwards in a circle creating a similar puddle to the one she had laughed at moments before. The puddle spread outward creating new stains on Sombra's thighs and knees.
Simultaneously, her ass clenched as a second accident began. The fabric covering Sombra's backside tented outwards as the ever confident hacker lost control fo her bowels. Her mess piled up in her underwear, before expanding across her rear, as the previously confident woman continued to shit herself.
This time it was Symmetra's turn to laugh. She stepped away from the defeated Sombra and prepared to tell her that she was under arrest. Sombra had other plans however as, with a tap of a button, she disappeared. Symmetra scanned the courtyard, but knew it was no use. As she trudged down the streets of Dorado, on her way home Symmetra thought that at least she was cooler now. |
Yearning Yvette
The phone rang and Yvette answered immediately. Max was panicking and Yvette could hear Zeta moaning in the background.
‘I’m on my way!’
Yvette drove as quickly as possible to Zeta and Max’s third floor tenement flat, adrenaline pumping at the thought of the night ahead. Second babies often arrived quicker than first ones and from what Max had said Zeta’s contractions were already just four minutes apart. Even after seven years as a community midwife every birth was still something incredible and exciting.
Yvette carried everything she needed up the three flights of stairs, avoiding the lift as it’s shuddering, creaking doors terrified her. She knocked on the door and was welcomed in by an excited little Joshua in his pyjamas and a sweating anxious dad, Max.
‘Come in Yvette. Zeta’s in the living room!’
‘Do you know if her waters have broken Max?’
‘I’m....I’m not sure...she’s just crying and pushing and pacing so much. It’s just so different from the last time. Come in!’
Yvette followed Max as the toddler followed behind pulling at her leg as he did so.
Yvette found Zeta leaning on the windowsill bent forward breathing through another contraction wearing a short strapless top and a knee length floating skirt. Yvette checked Zeta over and as her pain eased she guided her to the couch so she could examine her. Five centimetres dilated but her waters were unbroken and Yvette checked Zeta’s pulse, blood pressure and temperature and asked her more details on when the contractions started and how long they were lasting.
Before Zeta could answer another contraction hit and Yvette gave Max instructions to fetch some clean towels, some glasses of cold water and a wet cloth. Max listened and fetched the items with his young toddler in tow. Zeta paced the room breathing through the pain as Yvette guided her until the contraction eased again.
The toddler cried for mummy and Zeta bend to kiss his head. ‘Max it’s late. I think you should settle Josh to sleep. He’s tired and I need to concentrate. Thanks honey.’
Yvette smiled at Max and nodded. ‘It could be a while yet. I think it’s probably best for mum. I won’t let you miss anything.’
While Max settled his son to sleep in another room Yvette supported his wife as her contractions remained steady every four minutes then extended to five before easing back to six an hour later. More checks showed progress was steady, though slow. Zeta was now six and a half centimetres dilated and when Yvette checked baby’s heartbeat it remained strong.
Max returned three quarters of an hour later looking tired and worried.
‘I didn’t think it would be so long this time?’
‘Don’t worry Max. Sometimes it takes a little longer. Some babies are in a hurry like Joshua and others, like this little one, just want to take their time. Everything is progressing well and Zeta here is doing amazing. I wouldn’t mind a cup of tea though if you don’t mind?’
‘Oh honey could I have some more Jacobs crackers with peanut butter please? It’s ok to eat isn’t it?’
‘Of course! You need to keep your strength up. Keep drinking too. You need to stay hydrated throughout.’
‘I’m trying Yvette. I finished that water already’
‘Good girl’
And at that another contraction hit and Zeta moaned and cried as the pain and pressure intensified and she leaned once more on the windowsill and bend over.
‘Yvette! Yvette! I really need the toilet!‘
Yvette grabbed a towel and ran over to Yvette, hitching her dress up and removing her pants just in time for a sudden whoosh as urine and water burst from beneath the girl’s parted legs at force. Max stared in disbelief at the sight before him as he walked in with a mug of tea and some crackers for his wife.
Zeta cried. Max stood wide eyed.
‘Oh my God Zee! I’ve never seen anyone piss that amount ever!’
‘Max that’s her waters breaking. It means baby is on way now!’
Max stood there staring in awe at the soaked towel and his knickerless wife bend over with her behind on show. Had she not been in labour with their second child he could very easily have fucked her she looked so gorgeous, but right now he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to think or do as his wife panted and moaned in pain.
Yvette did more checks and was delighted to see that things were continuing to progress and all was going well. She’d been there two hours now but that was the nature of the job. The tea was so welcome though and she had it drunk in no time at all. Despite the lateness of the time Yvette remained wide awake and diligent as Zeta continued in labour as the contractions remained stable every few minutes.
Max, however, seemed lost and stressed so Yvette kept him busy by getting him to put the towels from the floor in the wash and getting more glasses of water for his wife and Yvette. She was also grateful when he brought some biscuits too. In her days at hospital Yvette would have been glad of a break by now as her bladder signalled a need to pee. Alone as a sole midwife on a home delivery that wasn’t an option though so Yvette ignored her own need and continued to provide excellent care for the mum to be.
Finally another hour later and Zeta reached the illusive ten centimetres dilated and she sat on the floor with her knees up and feet in the floor, towel beneath her, as she pushed against another contraction. Yvette moved to the floor beside her grateful to be able to move around more as her own bladder definitely wanted emptied now. She couldn’t leave a mum in this position though so her own need would have to wait, even though she yearned for five minuets to use the toilet.
Baby struggled a bit and Yvette monitored the heartbeat closely getting anxious that an emergency trio to hospital might be the next option or having to use aids to assist. But Zeta pushed well and finally Yvette could feel the head emerging. Yvette found it hard to have a hand, covered by a glove, inside another woman’s wet and open vagina feeling right into her womb as her own body fought valiantly in the same area. The irony of how open, relaxed and wet one woman’s pelvic area was compared to how tense and tight the other was wasn’t lost on Yvette who tried not to think of her own bursting bladder while the mum she was caring for was minutes away from giving birth.
‘Right Zeta. You can do this. I can feel the head so with the next contraction I need you to push as much as you can. Ok? You are doing brilliant. It’s almost over now.’
Less than a minute later and Zeta screamed and panted as another long and strong contraction hit as Max watched on in wonder and Yvette wriggled and held her hands between another woman’s legs to steady baby’s head. Sure enough a head of hair came closer and closer to Yvette’s hands as closed eyes covered in slippery blood and two ears pushed through then paused. Yvette checked baby could get air as her palm held the baby’s head steady.
‘You’re almost there Zeta! Keep pushing.’
Pushing was something Yvette absolutely couldn’t do though as her own urethra pounded and her heart paced as excitement of the imminent birth encompassed Yvette combined with a huge yearning and need to empty her now obviously full bladder.
‘Max it might help if you held her hand. Maybe even counted through the next contraction?’
Max took his wife’s hand and stroked her forehead though his eyes refused to leave the extraordinary scene between his wife’s legs. Sure he had been at his sons birth but it was in hospital surrounded by doctors and nurses, clinical, clean and at a distance. This was something else. To be this close to seeing his new child, this was raw and pure and miraculous.
With the next push a beautiful baby girl full of dark black hair appeared and Yvette helped Max cut the cord while she immediately checked the babies vital signs and mum’s observations too. The first cry had all three adults crying too and Yvette cleaned and covered the baby and handed her to Max as she instructed Zeta to push again.
‘No! It’s only one! Please tell me it’s not twins?’
Yvette laughed, though she had to quickly squeeze between her legs with her hand as she did so, hoping Max was too engrossed in the baby to notice.
‘It’s just the placenta Max. Nothing to worry about. I just need that safely out next.’
‘Oh yeah...I forgot that bit. Oh Zee she’s just perfect. So perfect. See her nose...she’s got your nose..’
Zeta pushed as Yvette saw the placenta come out as she checked it was complete and healthy before policing it carefully on a tray and placing it aside. She cleaned Zeta up and got her clean pants and a maternity pad wishing as she did so that she had such a pad on so she could perhaps allow her muscles to relax and let go of all the pee inside her that yearned to be out.
Oh she so urgently had to pee!
Yvette checked the time and filled in details of the time of birth and location on official forms before gently checking over baby and weighing her.
‘A very healthy 3.2 kilos! Well done Zeta! You were outstanding! She’s perfectly healthy and all yours.’
Yvette crossed her legs as she handed the beautiful bundle to her mum. She looked at the loving couple, sitting on the floor beside each other, backs resting on the back of the couch with their new child in mum’s arms. She desperately wanted to ask if she could use their bathroom before leaving but it just somehow would spoil the moment so she packed her bag and smiled as she gently and quietly said goodbye.
‘I’ll pop over tomorrow and check on you both Zeta. Well done. She’s beautiful. You stay there. I can let myself out. Make sure and get some rest tonight both of you. Any problems or concerns you have my number. Call me anytime.’
And at that she made her way out of the flat, over five hours since she had entered it and made her way quietly down the three flights of stairs, grabbing between her legs as she did so, grateful for trousers and not a skirt.
Alone in her car in the pitch black in the middle of the night Yvette used a hand to press firmly between her legs. She yearned for a bathroom, to be able to relax and pee after being bursting for hours. Yes there was a euphoria of delivering a baby but finally getting to pee after holding so long would be equally euphoric too.
Thankfully the traffic was quiet, as expected at 3am, and Yvette slipped quietly into her own house, hung up her coat and ran to the under stair toilet feeling dribbles threatening to leak as she did. It would be another close call!
Yvette sat on the cold toilet seat in the dark and sighed contentedly as her body relaxed finally and gave in to its yearnings. The splash of urine seemed insubordinately loud in the middle of the night but Yvette had to go so badly she couldn’t stop. She smiled thinking of Zeta and Max as she couldn’t help but touch herself between her legs feeling her own urethra and Swollen vaginal lips and clitoris just as she had felt someone else’s an hour previously. Nothing felt better than a vagina she thought, especially a wet open one like her own.
Suddenly she yearned for something else and despite the late hour and pitch darkness she needed to fulfil that yearning too. So she did and ended her night on a triple high: a longed for healthy baby, a longed for huge long pee and a brilliant orgasm too.
The icing on the cake came the following day when Yvette visited Max and Zeta and heard that their beautiful baby had been named Lachtara...Greek for longed for, greatly desired; yearning. No name suited better really. |
More anthro Pokemon OC writing, this time with a relatively new character of mine, Orange
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/36647623/ (NSFW, boobs)
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"Ugh, where IS she?"
Orange grumbled and fidgeted in her seat. She'd put off going to the bathroom to wait for her friend's call, and now that it was several minutes past time for her to get here, she wasn't showing up. This left Orange with a bit of a predicament, growing increasingly full and annoyed with each minute but not wanting to get up lest her friend come back while she was in the bathroom.
Orange didn't exactly have much on, either; even in a video call, she was usually too lazy to put on anything more than what she was already wearing, and her typical outfit around the house amounted to a purplish thong and blue bra. It was comfortable, she'd argue, and it was her apartment, so why should she care? Any company she had over was barely going to complain about the sight, with the kinds of company she kept. Wearing so little on the bottom particularly was a bit annoying now, though. Thongs weren't exactly the most absorbent or largest pieces of clothing to wear, so if she ended up, Arceus forbid, leaking anything, it'd get on her chair pretty quickly.
It was 7:30 PM, a full half an hour after the time they were *supposed* to meet in the call. Orange had just about had it, and so had her bladder. Right when she moved to get up and relieve herself, though, the distinctive jingle of an incoming call rang through her speakers.
"Ugh, damn it!" She reluctantly sat back down in her chair, delaying only a couple more seconds to rub her crotch from the desperation before answering. "Yeah?"
"Hey, Orange! Uh, sorry I was so late..."
"It's whatever, alright? Took you long enough, but let's just start actually playing now," she said, giving her crotch another squeeze. She was pretty grateful that it wasn't a video call today, or her friend would see the desperation written on her face. Too proud and too bored of waiting to just get up and go, she resolved to just... try and hold it until their game was done.
Focusing was difficult but possible and not too noticeably impaired for the first hour, but only a little ways into the second, Orange started to sweat. Her grunting from the exertion of holding it in was starting to subtly pick up on the microphone, and her performance wasn't doing so hot with one of her hands constantly dipping under her desk. Finally, her friend spoke up about it.
"Orange, are you doing alright?"
"Fine! I'm fine! Guess I'm just, er... tired?" She scrambled in her brain for an excuse, but her thought process felt like it was filling with water the same way her bladder was.
"Tired? We can call it a day here, I guess, if you need to take a nap."
"No, no, I don't need a nap, I just- fuck!" She shouted out and then grit her teeth. A small spray of piss leaked into her thong, quickly saturating the material. Any more was going to get on her chair...
"Alright, seriously, what's wrong, Orange? You don't sound tired."
"Grrr... fine, alright? I held it too long before you got here, and you were so late that I didn't want to go to the bathroom in case you got back, and now I'm about to piss myself!" Orange's hands were jammed deep in her crotch while she spoke, but another spurt dampened her hands.
"Um. S-Sorry? Just go, Orange, it's really not that big of a deal..."
Orange tried to stand up, but her bladder weighed her down like a lead ball, and trying to push herself off the chair made her spray in her panties again, the liquid beginning to drip down from her crotch.
"Shit, shit, shit... I don't think I can stand up!" The game was thorougly forgotten at this point, with both of their attentions focused entirely on the pressing issue of Orange's bladder.
"Well, uh... well... I don't know what to tell you, then."
"Gee, thanks for the advice! Super helpful! Nnh!" The largest leak so far poured forth from her, lasting a couple seconds and leaving a small, but still notable puddle dripping off her chair. "I can't... fucking hold it!"
Orange grit her teeth, knowing that no matter what she did, she was about to completely piss her panties. With great effort, she pushed herself up off her chair. The shifting of her weight left her dam all but broken, pee coming out in erratically timed bursts, which quickly became a slow, constant trickle that left a trail on the carpet as she staggered to the toilet.
Even with this desperate move, it was just too late and her bladder was just too tired. Halfway out of the door to her room, Orange's knees buckled, and she collapsed onto them. Unable to control herself anymore, piss poured out of her body at full force. A large, dark puddle began to grow between her legs as she involuntarily relieved herself all over the floor and into her thoroughly soaked thong. She couldn't even attempt to move her thong out of the stream, too overwhelmed by the feeling of relief, as well as the anger at losing control.
Just over a minute after losing control, her stream began to taper off. She fell forward onto the carpet, lying down with her legs soaking in a pool of her own urine, panting from the exhaustion and relief.
"Ugh, damn it, this is embarrassing... it's getting cold." She sighed, finally picking herself back up to a standing position. Piss had soaked into her white fur, staining it yellow and occasionally dripping onto the carpet as she walked slowly back to her computer.
"Didn't make it?"
"Didn't make it. Listen, I've... gotta go. We can play another time." She sighed and hung up the call before her friend's reply. She had a mess to clean up, as much as she hated cleaning, and a shower to take. |
Look at that, I finally managed to write something again...
I know furry is a bit of a niche, so I've tagged it. Content Warning for furry omorashi.
I hope you'll enjoy. Comment welcome 🙂
"Just calm down already..." Lilly mumbled to herself.
Despite her words, the mare could feel her tail swishing nervously behind her. She paced slowly up and down the living room of her new home and the still unfamiliar surroundings, combined with the anticipation of what was to come made it impossible to heed her own words.
"You know you want this..." she whispered, as if to reassure herself. It was true. Never in her life had she wanted anything more urgently.
She felt the butterflies in her stomach as she thought back to the first email, sent to an address found on a carelessly discarded business card that promised to "make your dreams come true, no matter what they are - and no questions asked."
She still wasn't entirely sure about going through with it all, but the response she had gotten and the ensuing email conversation had encouraged her enough to get this far. She just had to try it - while the feeling of living in a new city where nobody knew her still prevailed.
Lilly jumped when the door bell's sudden ring brought her back to reality. Taking a deep breath and shaking her mane to calm her nerves, she found the resolve to open.
Outside the door stood a man in a black chauffeur's uniform and cap, a mink with a warm, if mischievous smile.
"Limo for Ms Lilly?" he asked, cocking his head curiously as his gaze met hers.
The mare quickly lowered her eyes, feeling a blush coming on.
"Yes, that's me," she said, and before the situation could get any more awkward or her resolve crumble, she hurried past him and towards the door of the black, expensive limousine that was waiting by the curb-side. The mink quickly followed, and held the car door open for her.
As she sat down, she felt the coolness of the black leather seats through her thin trousers. Even without what she was about to do, the luxury of the vehicle would have been enough to excite her. She couldn't remember ever having sat in such an expensive car.
The mink sat down behind the wheel and adjusted his mirror to look at her.
"All set?" he asked.
"Oh, if you need the bathroom before we the set off, you may want to take care of that now. It's going to be a long drive and traffic this time of day can be treacherous."
"Oh, no, thank you. I'm... I'm fine," Lilly said, feeling her cheeks warm and her ears flick nervously.
With a look that seemed to say "suit yourself," the mink re-adjusted the mirror, released the parking break and gently accelerated down the road, driving away from her house and towards the interstate.
Again Lilly's stomach tingled with nervous excitement as the realisation hit her. She had just lied to the man about her bodily needs; lied on purpose. The mare felt like a school girl worried about smoking behind the bike shed.
The truth of the matter was that Lilly's bladder was full. Very full, in fact; a constant nagging urge brought on by her drinking too much water and her stubborn refusal to use the bathroom all day.
Under normal circumstances she would never have allowed for things to get this bad, let alone get into a car without relieving herself first. But these were not normal circumstances.
"Oh, there's a bottle of water for you in the cup holder," said the mink as he skilfully merged into traffic on the multi-lane highway. "Drink...!"
Somehow it sounded more like an order than an invitation, but Lilly didn't need any encouragement.
Even as she mumbled a "Thank you..." she was already unscrewing the cap.
It was a small bottle, only 8 ounces, but it gave her nervous fingers something to occupy themselves.
The water was ice cold, soothing, as it ran down her throat. It had the slightest hint of bitterness to it, not unpleasant, yet unexpected.
Lilly paused. Could it be...? Her heart skipped a beat as her racing mind realised there could be only one explanation for the taste. If she finished the bottle, the diuretic it was laced with was going to send her already urgent need to urinate to levels even she had never had to endure.
After a split-second hesitation, the young mare greedily gulped down every last drop from the plastic bottle, hardly stopping to breathe until the last drop had drained down her throad.
"You must've been thirsty, miss," commented the mink without turning his head.
The shadows of the buildings outside slowly grew longer as they left the suburbs behind. Looking out the window, Lilly was searching for something to occupy her mind, but no matter how much she tried to focus on the neon signs on top of the Furance Entertainment building or the lavish roof garden of Furst National Bank headquarters, her thoughts were quickly drawn back to the burning need to empty her bladder.
She wasn't sure whether it was just her nerves or whether the diuretic in her system was already forcing her kidneys to pump more and more water into her straining reservoir, but in either case, there was no denying that she was getting desperate - truly desperate - to pee.
She was so focused on her own body that she didn't even notice at first how the cars around them started slowing down. Only when the limo suddenly came to a complete stop, sending a little jolt through her bladder, did she realise that they were now irrevocably stuck in rush hour traffic.
Lilly started to sweat, her short fur quickly becoming cold and clammy. She was in trouble.
She couldn't possibly admit to the mink that she needed him to stop somewhere for a bathroom break - not after she had so blatantly ignored his warning just a little while earlier.
Even if she did, the reality was that there was nothing even he could have done as long as they were moving an inch at a time, bumper to bumper.
She bit her lip nervously, rubbing up and down one arm with her opposite hand. Her bladder was now so full that the urge to thrust her fingers between her legs to physically push against her opening was almost overwhelming.
"Everything all right, miss?" asked the mink, his eyes seeking hers by way of the rear view mirror. "You seem awfully nervous. Anything I can do?"
"N-no!" Lilly said almost instinctively. But there was something about the man's voice that made her reconsider. He had a calm kindness to him that just made her want to open up.
"Well... if you must know... I... kinda need to go to the bathroom. Urgently..." she finally managed, almost fainting with the shame of it all.
"Ah, I thought as much," the mink responded. There was no anger in his voice, no sense of 'told you so'. Only warmth and kindness.
"I'm truly sorry, miss. I'm afraid this traffic is going to keep us here a while. Do you think you can hold on?"
"S-sure... of course," Lilly said, a nervous nicker escaping her throat. She had tried to sound confident, but her own doubts in the matter were impossible to conceal.
Her bladder was burning now, stretched to its very limits. If she was at home, if she was doing this on her own terms, about now was the time she would normally give in. A few times she had peed into a measuring jug while in this state and found herself holding 50 ounces.
But this time, she was not at home, these were no longer her terms. She was stuck in a car with a stranger, in the middle of one of the traffic jams this city was justly famous for, and with her kidneys kicked into overdrive by the concoction she had so eagerly consumed, 50 ounces would only be the beginning. Lilly had never been so turned on in her life.
"Uhm, miss..." the mink suddenly said, clearing his throat. "I don't mean to be rude, but it's sorta obvious. If you need to, you know... hold yourself or something... that's okay. I've seen it before."
For a moment Lilly didn't quite understand, but when she did, her eyes grew wide. Almost before she realised it, her body had already taken over and she found herself thrusting her hand deep between her clenched thighs, fingers urgently seeking that quivering opening between her nether lips that was so admirably trying to keep her underwear dry.
She could not suppress a gargled whinny as the temporary relief of holding herself hit her. Through the thin material of her light summer trousers and her panties, she could feel the heat of her arousal, the bud of her clitoris pressing against her fingers.
"I have to pee... so... bad," Lilly whispered to herself, but with the car at a standstill, the mink heard every word.
"That's sorta obvious, if you don't mind me sayin'. You must be absolutely bursting, miss."
When he said 'bursting', Lilly's breath went ragged. Her thoughts had drifted for just a moment as she imagined the immense relief she'd feel if she could piss right now, but it had been enough to enrage her abused bladder.
She felt it contracting hard, trying to rid itself of its charge, almost overpowering her sphincter as it valiantly fought back.
Before she knew it, Lilly was bouncing up and down in her seat, both hands pressed between her thighs. "Please...! Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go... Please! Bathroom...! I need...! I need!"
She would have been mortified to beg for relief like this if her mind hadn't been so clouded with the very need that brought on the begging.
"I know, miss. I know you do. Unfortunately we're still stuck. You'll just have to hold it until we get to the nearest gas station."
She knew the mink was trying to encourage her, but her frantic need to piss was almost impossible to control. To her horror, she suddenly felt her fingers grow hot and damp. For about a second, her overwhelmed sphincter buckled, pent-up piss spurting into her underwear.
Lilly's heart was racing as she regained control. Never before had she so much as dribbled into her panties without consciously relaxing and willing it to happen.
Her nostrils flared as they caught the scent of her own piss. And she was not alone.
"You're... almost having an accident there, aren't you...?" the mink asked, sniffing curiously. "Try not to get the seats wet, please?"
Clenching her teeth and tensing every muscle in her body, Lilly grunted in agreement. She was the master of her own bladder. She was not going to helplessly piss herself like a young foal in front of this stranger.
With sheer stubborn-mindedness, she slowly fought back the urge to let go, forced her sphincter to re-tighten its hold, her bladder to accept its place and continue to suffer the onslaught of liquids being dumped into it by her frenzied kidneys.
But she knew her willpower could only do so much.
"Please... you've got to do something. I need the toilet! It's never been this bad. Please, I beg you. Find me a bathroom? I'll do anything!"
Lilly was openly pleading now, hands still rubbing her nethers. She didn't care what the mink saw or heard, as long as she got to piss somewhere - anywhere.
"Anywhere..." Lilly thought. Her eyes bulged with the sudden realisation. In a heartbeat she was a blur of frantic activity, trembling fingers reaching for the empty plastic bottle, dropping it, finding it again, all while her other hand fumbled with the button and zipper of her trousers.
"I'm so sorry... so sorry," she whinnied all at the same time.
The sense of impending relief was too much for her tortured sphincter to bear. Before she even managed to undo the zipper, she was pissing, hard, and right into her panties. The muffled hiss of her accident was ringing in her ears as she tore her trousers and her underwear down to her ankles, her stream hitting leather and the silken hair of her tail before she could manoeuvre the small bottle between her burning folds.
Lilly felt herself crying hot tears of relief as she pissed into the bottle. She had never felt anything like this - never needed anything as badly as she needed to do what she was doing right now.
But before the realisation of what she was doing - openly pissing in front of this stranger - could even sink in, the bottle was full. It overflowed over her fingers and her tucked-in tail as her bladder continued dumping liquid into a container that could hold no more.
She heard herself scream in anguish as she tried to clamp off the flow. She found that she had no strength left. Her body would not obey.
More and more of her piss flooded over her fingers, the now useless bottle only serving to distribute it over her tail and the seat beneath her. She needed to stop! She needed to hold herself, otherwise she'd never manage.
But her instincts betrayed her. With both hands suddenly pressing down hard between her folds, she realised too late that nothing was now holding the bottle in place. With a splash it fell, emptying its hot, wet contents into the footwell of the car.
"Nononono...! Noo...!" she whimpered, torn between stopping her accident in progress and catching the bottle.
Finally, she relented. The damage was done. Eyes firmly pressed shut and cheeks burning red, she slumped down in her seat, her bottom landing on her drenched tail in a puddle of her own making. Hot piss was pouring from between her folds, arching from the pressure and splattering against the back of the seat in front of her.
All that mattered right now was the relief she was feeling, her wet fingers massaging her lower abdomen as her bladder slowly deflated. Still she was pissing hard, little droplets splashing back against her knees. Lilly would never have thought she could hold so much pee.
"Ooh gooood..." she moaned, completely giving in to the relief washing over her and making her spine tingle.
She wasn't even done, although the footwell was already almost an inch under water. She had certainly broken her 50 ounce record, although she would never know by how much.
Eventually, though, even her stream came to an end and as it did, reality slowly returned to the forefront of her mind.
"Uhm... I..." she began, but then fell silent. What could she possibly say after what she had just done?
"I'm so, so sorry... I don't even..." she attempted regardless, but the mink quickly interjected.
"Don't even worry about it, miss. You obviously didn't have a chance there. I've never seen anyone hold this much."
For the first time, he turned around in his seat, smiling a warm, toothy smile.
"If you need some help relaxing after that ordeal, miss, you can find some tools in the compartment behind the arm rest," he said.
Lilly opened her eyes just in time to catch his gaze, looking back quizzically, only to be rewarded with the slightest of winks.
She opened up the lid of the compartment next to her and one hand flew to her muzzle. "Oh... oh, my..."
Inside, each one neatly sitting in its own moulded slot, she saw a whole collection of vibrators in all shapes and sizes.
"Oh, I... I couldn't possibly," she stammered, but again the mink's smile cut her off.
"Miss, you just helplessly pissed yourself all over the back seat of my car. I don't think there's anything you need to be afraid of. Go ahead, you know you want to."
The smooth silicone material of the toy felt good between her fingers as she inspected it. He was right. What did she have to lose? Besides, hearing him say those words made her whole body burn with desire. She wanted more, needed more. Needed to relive the experience now that her mind was no longer clouded with desperation.
"I... I couldn't hold it..." she said slowly as the toy began to buzz. Eyes closed, she guided it between her folds, unable to suppress a grunt as its vibrations engulfed her body.
"No, you couldn't," said the mink. He understood what she wanted, what role she needed him to play.
"I saw you trembling and bouncing back there. You must have been absolutely dying to go to the toilet."
His voice was quiet, smooth and warm as he spoke, allowing her to re-live through his eyes what had happened just minutes ago.
"My bladder was so full..." she whispered. "It hurt... so good..."
"I can imagine. There was never a chance you'd make it. I could tell exactly when you first started to pee into your underwear."
"N-never happened before...!" she whimpered, now thrusting herself frantically with the vibrating toy.
"Never, huh...?" said the mink. "Well, at that point I knew you'd try to piss into the bottle. It was either that or full on wetting yourself, wasn't it? You were only moments away, weren't you?"
"Yes...! YES...! YEEESS! I'm gonna.... ..."
Lilly was grunting, thrusting, fucking herself with the toy.
"There was never a chance you'd be able to stop, you know? I've seen it before. The moment I saw how thick your stream was, I knew you'd overflow the bottle and absolutely flood the place with your piss. You're..."
"...CUMMING...!" Lilly yelled from the top of her voice, thrusting the toy deeply into her needy body as she felt her insides flutter and clench around its length. Then the contractions of her climax really began, leaving the mare whimpering and moaning like a crazed feral as long, sharp, glistening spurts of liquid burst past the toy and splattering against the seat in front.
For a moment everything was quiet, except for her frantic breathing.
"I'm... so sorry about the seat..." she heard herself say after a moment, immediately starting to giggle at the sheer pointlessness of her own statement.
"Oh, no need to worry, miss. It's all part of the service. Just please recommend us to your friends," the driver said.
Just then the cars in front of them began moving and the engine awoke with a low rumble.
"What great timing. We'll have you back home in no time, miss." |
This is my second post. I tried hard on it and writing it was very hard. Thank you for the attention!
Time frame. Soon after the end of season 4.
Clementine woke up in the early morning. Again. She can not fall asleep after what happened. Imminent death, the eyes of Violet. It all killed her. She got out of bed. AJ was sleeping peacefully in bed. Outside the window, the sun was slowly rising. She went out for a walk in the morning. Everything was pretty quiet. Violet was standing on the tower.
-How are you Wai?
-Hi Clementine. Yes, my shift will end soon. Brody will come and replace me. By the way, didn’t Louis invite you to the attic today?
-No. Should he? ”She smiled unobtrusively. How is it that Louis did not invite her. Her girlfriend.
- My shift is about to end. And we plan to hold one small championship. I don’t think you will like it. But then wait for me.
Clementine just shook her head. Championship? However, she was not invited? Eating something? However, she leaned on her still aching leg and waited. All the same, she put a simple wooden prosthesis.
Soon, Wai went down and pulled her. She pulled her pretty quickly. That was weird. Surprisingly, Rudy was there. Like Louis. Apparently it was an interesting and private competition.
“Clem ... I didn’t wait for you,” said Louis.
-Yes. As you can see, I can suddenly come.
- Come on Louis! In the end, you wanted a recharge! ”Said Wai.
-Okay ... Clem do you know what we will play?
-Emmm .... To the cards?
-No ... Wai explain to her.
- In short, Clementine. This water — she pointed to 4 five-liter bottles — they are for us. And very soon they will be in us. The one whose first bubble explodes is eliminated. And you have to undress right away. In order not to wet your pants. That's all. We play alternately actions. How do you like the idea?
-I ... I ...- Clem was a little shocked. She certainly didn’t expect this .... They endure ... With each other .... Okay. At least it was quite interesting. More interesting than everyday life.
-I agree, she agreed. However, she was pretty red.
-Wonderful. Let's start.
After some ten minutes, they were all stripped. Clem was embarrassed by the presence of her underwear. Especially that Louis sees her. Louis, as usual, turned redder. It affected Violet and Brody much less. They drank a liter from the very beginning.
“Why so much?” Clem was indignant.
-How why? To make the water reach the bladder faster! ”Brody looked at Clem.
Decently passed an awkward silence.
-So now a little more. Kakdomu half a liter! -Everyone drank again. Clem became agitated ... All of them .... Such .... She had no words to describe it. And she tried to pretend that she did not notice the bulge on Louis' boxers. However, the fact that she did not go to the toilet in the morning made itself felt. Light weight pressed from below. She fidgeted a little.
-You already? -Wai was surprised.
-No! Of course not! I can hold it for a long time, almost screaming, said Clem. She was embarrassed.
-Yes? Then we begin the assignment. Clem. Put this belt on Wai’s belly. She handed her a tight narrow belt. Clem did it. Now the sensations were about 4/10. The belt unpleasantly pressed on her elastic stomach. If she continues to drink it will put pressure on the bladder.
-You are now giving Brody assignments.
-Good ... Wander .... Until the end of the game you are sitting with legs apart.
-CLEM! IT'S TOO TOO! -Brody understood that it would be difficult in the last stages.
-My decision....
-Good-Brody fulfilled him-Louis. Dress the belt Louis fulfilled.
-Wai .... Drink a free-kick, he gave her a glass of five hundred milliliters.
Everyone completed their tasks. Brodie 4/10 Louis 3/10 Wai 3/10 Clem 5/10.
After half an hour they drank another liter. It was getting serious. Clem hoped to still come out dry. However, feeling such a huge weight in her stomach, she realized that it would be difficult.
-Now me again. Clem. As soon as you get wet you take off your panties! Here is my task!
“Wai!” Clem screeched indignantly.
-No but! Come on next.
- Wander on the belt ....
-Yes, you want my death-Brody pulled on a belt. It was getting worse and worse for everyone.
“Louis, don't use your hands until the end — she turned to him.” Louis's breathing became uneven and he removed his hands. Tension has become only greater.
-Wai take off your bra.
-Louis! This is not ....
-Remove ....
This move has been completed. Wai now sat red like cancer with bare breasts.
Brody 6/10 Louis 4/10 Clem 6/10 Wai 5/10
The next move began. Clementine was getting worse. They all drank another liter. She could not help but fidget.
-Clem put another belt on. This time to the bladder.
Clementine fulfilled ... God, how difficult .... She will soon begin to leak.
- Wander, press on your bladder for the next hour.
-ARE YOU KIDDING? Am I the leakage?
-Rumble the rules there are rules ...
-Mhh ... Okay ...
Heavy moans constantly swept from her.
-Louis .... Mhm .... Get rid of the boxers ...
Louis turned completely red. He took off his boxers. It was hard ..... The cold air constantly worsened his patience.
-Wai .... Drink a free kick ...
“Louis, I’ll explode!”
-Come on ....
The round is over. Clementine began to lose ground ....
Brody 8/10 Louis 6/10 Clem 9/10 Wai 7/10
Clementine used everything she could. Your fingers pose. But the forces were running out. The first trickle was soaked in her panties. She gasped.
-Oooh .....- Wai and Brody sighed excitedly.
“It's all right ....” she took off her panties. As I promised.
-Luis assignments for both you and her. Throw each other down and press on the urine until one of you gives up.
Brody giggled. A game has begun that will end for just one.
Louis blushed but went to complete the mission. She hung over Clem and began to press her hand on her urine. She was groaning and groaning. But her time too. She took off her bra to distract him and with both hands pressed on his urine. Louis gasped. It was hard .... Their breaths went astray. Clementine stroked his urine and constantly massaged it. It almost did not leak. He writhed with all his might and crushed .... But he lost. He lost control of his bladder. From it poured a stream that did not stop for a second. Brodie gasped and tried not to pay attention. But she, too, began to leak ..... Clem used both hands to hold on ... And she stood. Louis embarrassedly leaned back and covered herself .... Only she remained ... and Wai .... Wai pounced on Clementine massaging her chest and bubble .... Clementine gasped in surprise .... She let out a small trickle and noticed that after the whole show Wai barely holds on. She grabbed her legs and hugged her. A powerful spasm hit her bladder ... She gasped in pain, like Wai ... She writhed and tried to get out, but she began to lose control. After that Clem leaked ... And Wai exploded. A powerful stream hit the boards ... Wai could not stop .... Clementine barely held ... Every second was on the brush .... She moved away and wanted to go out ... But she realized that she was completely naked ... Wai did not could still move ... However, it was clear that the others would not let her go ...
-Guys.....
Brodie and Louis grabbed her arms and legs and started to tickle ... It was unbearable ... Clementine's bladder exploded ... After a long laugh, she stopped ....
-This ... It was wonderful .....
-Repeat. Surely .... -Wai sighed and smiled ... |
Within days of them getting back from Berlin they had all moved into Don’s house in Orchard Crescent and the first week-end there saw them settling in. They all quickly agreed that it was more convenient to take their meals together most times and morning coffee time usually settled who was to cook that evening. A few more ‘house rules’ were established and Don particularly asked that nothing was done to upset the neighbours but as he said, with the walled garden that was not overlooked that shouldn’t be too difficult.
Having spent most of the Saturday sorting out wardrobes, drawers and such, it was decided that Sunday was to be a strictly ‘no work, no clothes’ day. Sian, of course, loved it and cooked them all breakfast of waffles and bacon with a generous helping of maple syrup. Don wasn’t so sure he would like it but Sian told him to continue to be adventurous and try something new. In fact, they finished all the waffles and bacon with Don saying, ‘that was great Sian, are you cooking next Sunday as well?’ Sian smiled at him and said, ‘we’ll have to see how good you can be through the week.’ Heather said, ‘I’ll keep him on his toes’, and they all laughed. As they were laughing the doorbell rang. They all jumped and Don said, ‘I’d better go’ and quickly pulled on his shorts. When Don answered the door the others could hear him as he said, ‘Oh, hello Dave, how are you.’ Dave said, ‘great Don thanks, how are you? Sandra and I were thinking of a barbecue, it looks like it might be a nice day and probably one of the last nice days this year. You want to come round?’ A pause followed as Don considered his best response, Dave seemed a little surprised at the hesitation while Peter, Sian and Heather were wondering what ever he would say. ‘Love to’, said Don, but I have three friends who have moved in with me and we are celebrating by having a special day. Tell you what, why don’t you join us for a barbie as there are four of us to feed, and we’ll come to yours one time when you are expecting four and not just one.’ Dave said, ‘Oh, sorry Don, didn’t realise you were celebrating with friends, so what are you celebrating?’ Don, hesitating again said, ‘well, freedom really I suppose, why don’t you and Sandra come round later and we’ll tell you a little about it. I have to explain though that we have agreed today will be a ‘no work, no clothes’ so we are spending the whole day naked so if that would be uncomfortable for you I would understand but you and Sandra would still be very welcome.’ It was Dave’s turn to hesitate and he said, ‘well Don, that’s a turn up for the books, I had you down as the conservative type. Naked you say’. ‘Yes’ said Don, ‘All of you?’ Asked Dave. ‘Yes’, said Don. ‘Wow! Said Dave, ‘Let me talk to Sandra and I’ll let you know this afternoon.’
When Don re-joined the others he was smiling and said, ‘well that’s the next door neighbour shocked’ and laughed. Heather asked, ‘do you think they will come round later?’ ‘Can’t be sure’, said Don. ‘Dave looked shocked but also quite excited so who knows they might, I’ve known them for years so they would trust me I think, let’s see.’
They carried on with a fairly lazy day and there were a couple of bottoms smacked in fun as lunch, a combined effort, was prepared and enjoyed. Then at about 2.30 the doorbell rang again, They all looked at each other and Peter said to Don, ‘you think that might be Dave?’ Don said, ‘I’ll go and see.’ Sian said, ‘I dare you to answer the door as you are.’ ‘OK’, said Don with a smile. Heather called after him, ‘wait a moment, I’ll go with you.’ They opened the door together carefully at first then realised it was Dave and stood just inside the door much to Dave’s surprise but also his obvious liking as he looked at them both and tried to focus on their faces. ‘He said, ‘Sandra and I have decided we would love to come round later if you are happy to have us.’ ‘Of course’ Said Don, ‘6.30 be okay? We can catch the early evening sun then.’ ‘Would you like us to come, erm, in costume?’ Dave said. Don laughed and said, ‘if you would like to join us you will be welcome however you are dressed, or not.’ As they closed the door Heather gave Don’s bottom a resounding slap and ran back down the hall into the garden with him in pursuit. Heather, younger than Don, was very agile and quick but he managed to catch her to flick her bum just before she sat down again at the lunch table. Heather was laughing and said, ‘you made me wet myself running round that fast look’, and she stood up to show dribbles still running down her legs.
6.30 came around quite quickly and they had all worked to prepare the barbeque meal and started cooking it around 6 to be ready when Dave and Sandra arrived. The neighbours were punctual, Dave was wearing shorts and a golf sweater and Sandra had on a long dress. Don and Heather answered the door to them and Don introduced Heather properly. It seemed strange to Dave and Sandra to be shaking hands with a complete stranger who was absolutely naked. As soon as Don had closed the door however, Sandra slipped her dress off her shoulders and allowed it to drop to the floor revealing a well-shaped, nicely tanned body with a bush manicured into a landing strip. Dave pulled off his sweater and dropped his shorts to stand naked in Don’s hall. They stood a little awkwardly for a moment and Heather said, ‘come and meet the others’, and led them through to the terrace where Peter was tending the barbeque. He was wearing an apron and nothing else, Dave said, ‘I thought this was a no clothes day’, smiling as he was introduced to Peter. Peter said, ‘I might be willing to go naked all day but I draw the line at facing a barbeque fire with no protection at all!’ The guys laughed even louder than the girls and any inhibitions disappeared with the laughter. Sandra got on well with Heather and Sian and as they ate, The Saturday Club, and how it came about was explained to Dave and Sandra and then they also recounted the best parts of the Berlin trip. They thought it was an amazing story and Dave said, ‘I’m really glad for you Don, since the divorce you have been a little reserved and introverted, understandably of course, but this is the happiest I have ever seen you. And as for you Peter, although we have only just met, you and Sian seem to have been through the mill and I’m pleased that it has worked out so well.’ Sandra said, ‘I agree with Dave it is not often that you see two couples so well-suited and happy together, good on you all. Now I really have to pee, can I use your bathroom please Don?’ ‘Yes of course’, said Don automatically. ‘Do it sat here,’ chipped in Sian, ‘I have already.’ ‘What just sit here and pee?’ said Sandra. ‘Yes’ said Sian, ‘The chairs are plastic and we are sat on the lawn, try it and feel the freedom.’ Sandra looked at Dave who said, ‘why not love? I’ll do it with you if you like, hold my hand.’ So they held hands and a moment later Sandra turned bright red and said, ‘I’m doing it, I’m really doing it! It feels all hot on my bum.’ Dave grabbed a paper napkin from the table and put it in his lap trying to hide a growing erection as he too peed in his chair and was clearly excited sharing that with his wife.
The evening had turned chilly by then and, having cleared away the plates etc. they all went inside. They talked a little more about the freedom that the four friends had found with each other and Dave asked Heather where she bought her nappies from and she gave him a couple of websites to try. He said that he had always wanted to wear a nappy to bed and be free to wet as and when he felt like it. Sandra looked at him askance and said, ‘I knew you were always a little excited when you heard me pee but never knew that you wanted to wet the bed. Why ever didn’t you say something?’ ‘Don’t really know’, he answered, ‘maybe I needed to feel confident that you wouldn’t be put off, tonight has been a great encouragement to be whatever we want to be as these folks have shown.’
When Dave and Sandra were leaving Dave said, ‘It seems The Saturday Club has become the Orchard Drive Club.’ They all laughed at that and as Dave and Sandra walked down the path there was a clear trail of wet splashes where Sandra was wetting down her legs.
The following Saturday was so bright and sunny that Peter decided to go for a run before lunch which they planned to have in the garden. By the time he came back the other three were sitting round the table on the lawn with glasses of wine ready for lunch which was prepared and keeping hot on the hob. Peter came into the garden through the back gate and walked up the crazy paving path past the pond and stopped for a minute to chat before going in to change. ‘Nice run?’ asked Sian. ‘Great’ said Peter, ‘I’m ready for my lunch though, I’ll just go and pee then I’ll change and be with you.’ ‘Are you bursting?’ Said Sian with a wicked little grin. ‘Actually yes’, said Peter, ‘I really need to go’ and half turned to go into the house. ‘I think we should keep him talking for a while don’t you?’, she asked the others. Heather, always up for something exciting, agreed straight away, ‘yes why not, he might even wet himself because he can’t wait’. They chatted to him and included questions for Peter and within a minute he was touching and holding himself in an effort not to wet his jogging bottoms. He said, ‘the sound of this running water is what’s doing it, I’m nearly wetting myself now.’ They made him wait a moment more and then it was all over, he completely wet himself, wetting down his leg and onto his old trainers then finally making a puddle on the floor.
Peter said, ‘I may as well throw these things in the washing machine on the way through to change.’ Sian said, ‘yes I have a couple of things to go into the wash as well I’ll run them through later.’ With that Peter stripped off on the patio and disappeared inside the house. He returned a few minutes later and they had lunch, a little later than planned but enjoyable nonetheless. After they had finished lunch, Sian, who was wearing a pair of light coloured trousers looked at Peter and said, ‘I’ve just sat here and peed in my trousers would you like to see?’ Peter said, ‘of course, I love wet bottoms.’ When she stood up her trousers were still glistening but more striking was the fact that her knickers, a light blue with pink flower motifs were completely visible, her trousers had turned all but transparent with the wetness. Heather said, ‘Wow! That’s sexy Sian, we can see your knickers clearly, I love that.’ Sian slowly peeled down her soaked trousers and then her wet knickers and, holding them in her hand, she walked across the patio to the back door showing off her cute bum and long legs as she went. ‘Peter said, ‘I have something I must just go and attend to, won’t be long,’ and left also. Don and Heather laughed and Don said, ‘I know what he’s going to attend to!’ ‘Sian’, said Heather and they both laughed again. ‘Heather’, said Don, ‘that’s a very naughty thought, I think you need a little corrective therapy for that, take your knickers down.’ Heather pulled her knickers down slowly under her short skirt until they were around her ankles. Don pulled her over his knee and spanked her bottom while she squealed and squirmed. When he had finished he pulled her onto his lap facing away from him and she felt his dick, hard now from spanking her. She pushed and squirmed herself against it and he pushed against her bare pussy then, a moment later, she reached round behind her back and undid his trousers allowing him to push right inside her wet pussy. One of the house rules they had agreed was that the sharing of sexy fun stopped short of actually watching the others engaged in sex itself so that each couple had their privacy for that. Heather said, ‘what if they catch us doing it?’ Don said. ‘They won’t be back before we are finished,’ and kissed her ears driving her to a quick and full climax, followed a minute later by his own. As Heather went to stand up he said, ‘wait a moment until he has gone down enough for me to get him back in my pants.’ Heather laughed and agreed, squeezing him once more before she let him go. By the time Sian and Peter came back onto the patio Heather was standing up in front of Don, dick put away by now, her knickers still around her ankles. Sian said to Heather, ’Been naughty again have we?’ and gave her a big smile. ‘Only a little bit’, said Heather. She stepped out of her knickers and walked slowly into the house, cheekily lifting the back of her skirt as she went, showing a bare bum and said, ‘anyone for coffee?’
Prior to them moving into Don’s house together they all used to allow some work to build up towards the end of the week to give them excuses to be in the office on Saturdays. Now as they went through the working week they all tried to finish the work they had so as to leave Saturday and Sunday free for fun at home. The very next Saturday after Peter’s jogging ‘accident’ however, Sian had to call into the office for something she had forgotten. When she got back to Don’s house the others were just having coffee and Heather made one for Sian as well. Sian was excited and clearly had something to tell them. She said, ‘you are never going to guess what I saw at the office! I had to call in to pick up the quotation we are sending out to Richardsons, she looked at Peter who nodded, I want to check it over. When I walked into reception downstairs the warehouse door was open and Declan was in the doorway dressed in a leather jacket, short lederhosen complete with braces and heavy studs and calf length boots. Just like he had stepped off one of the stands in Berlin! He had the good grace to look a little embarrassed but no guilty looks. I just smiled and said ‘hi!’ When I went upstairs Lucy was in the kitchen making coffee, she offered me one, and she was wearing a very short, tight, leather skirt. I looked at her and said, ‘HI, love the skirt’, she blushed and said, ‘well it is Saturday, I thought I could get away with wearing something a little more daring.’ I just said, ‘Go for it girl’ and left her to it. Peter said, ‘You know I almost think there might be a new Saturday Club starting, we should leave them to enjoy it, Look what it did for us.’ Everyone smiled and agreed then Don said, ‘that calls for a celebration, what say we choose one of the best Saturdays so far and have an action replay?
A very careful observer might just have noticed a slight growing bulge in Don’s trousers as he looked at Heather and a small dribble making its way slowly down the inside of Sian’s leg.
The End
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© Roger Ireland 2020
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OK ! Not exactly all wet this one but I think some might like it. Please let me know.
She stood in that tiny room looking at me a little apprehensively. She knew I posed no threat, she knew I had promised to release her, she knew that this was her idea and she knew there was no backing out. As I began she stiffened slightly when I entered her personal space. Then she relaxed, albeit in a slightly resigned sort of manner, and allowed me to proceed. I started with her shoes and unlaced them slowly and well enough for them to slip off easily. She was bare-legged and so the next item I removed was her jacket which I hung on the back of a small chair I had placed ready. Under her jacket was a dark pink, woolly jumper which had to come off over her head and she raised her arms to assist me, her shoulder length, dark auburn hair falling back as it came free from her jumper. That revealed a cotton crop top, again in a dark shade of pink which I slid over her arms and up over her head to reveal her naked breasts which were firm and sported erect nipples in the chilly air. I had expected a bra and the sudden sight of her bare breasts was a pleasant surprise. The hint of a smile came to her face as I looked at her breasts, she knew I had not quite expected that and I think she looked upon it as a miniature triumph. The jeans she wore were figure hugging and I had to pull them quite hard to get them down her legs without actually touching her skin as we had agreed. She lifted each foot in turn so that I could slip them off her feet one at a time. I folded them and placed them on the chair before I looked at her properly. She was standing there naked except for a lacy, sheer thong in white. The thong was so sheer that her neat, brown bush was clearly visible, a couple of stray hairs showed out from the edges of her thong. I asked her to turn around for a moment (she knew why) and enjoyed the shape of her pert, nicely rounded buttocks. She turned back to face me and I knelt down in front of her, my face almost level with her bush. It was clearly impossible to remove her thong without my fingers touching her skin and this was outside what we had agreed so I reached for a pair of scissors I had ready and carefully slid them under the one side of the waistband of her thong and cut it straight though. The cut ends flopped down a little enabling me to grip them and pull her thong down. She made no effort to open her legs at all and so I had to pull her thong away from her pussy and from between her legs to release it. I tossed the ruined thong towards the waste bin in the corner and turned to look at her nakedness. I took my time to feast on the beauty of a young female body, a stranger until that morning. Her skin was a delicate shade of blush-pink and softly glowed in the warm, white light of the room. The erection pushing at the front of my trousers was by now quite evident and as she noticed it she smiled fully. I reached out and touched her skin, for that was now allowed once she had seen clear evidence of my arousal. I stroked the soft skin of her inner thighs and gently fondled her round bottom. I could smell the warm scent of her arousal and very gently slid my fingers across her labia: she was wet. She shuddered at that and moved toward me a little, moaning almost under her breath. She grabbed my hand and forced it harder between her legs, felt for my fingers and pushed them up inside her. I turned her around so that she was facing away from me and slid my thumb inside her while at the same time cupping her bush with my fingers. It was just that little too much, I could wait no longer and a small wet spot stained the front of my trousers as I climaxed. That was the sign she had been waiting for and she made me stand up while she in turn stripped me of every stitch of clothing I was wearing. She held my pants and touched the spot where they were wet and looked me in the eye. She dropped my pants casually on the floor and pulled me towards her, grabbing my half erect member and pushing it between her legs. She used her soft thighs to massage him gently to arousal once more and then pushed him inside her as she lifted her hips to a better position. Within moments she reached a shuddering climax, gripping my member tightly as she did. At the height of her climax she gave a little gasp and I felt a few dribbles running down my legs then getting stronger as she peed. She turned around and invited me into her from behind. I noticed wet streaks down her legs too where her pee had wet her as well. With her soft, round buttocks grinding into my groin and her young breasts in my hands it wasn’t long before I climaxed again, this time inside her.
Why ?
She had wanted confirmation that she was attractive and my early erection won that argument.
She had wanted confirmation that she was sexy and my first climax proved that point to her.
She wanted it captured on video which was why there was a video recorder running.
She wanted assurance that her involuntary peeing on climax wouldn’t put anyone off.
She wanted to feel imprisoned which was why the door was locked.
She had come to me as an unadvertised alternative sex therapist.
She had paid me my fee of £450 quite willingly.
She is still making money from the film which was hers by prior agreement.
© Roger Ireland 2019 |
She was a sniper. A mercenary. Kind of a badass. Definitely a badass. And her key was patience and an insanely mathematical mind. So how did she get caught in this situation?
You don't know yet, do you? Let's backtrack about three days, but don't worry, we'll cut here and there. Alyssa Jones, who also goes by a few other aliases such as Archangel, DFA or 'death from above' (she wasn't fond of this one, acronyms make stupid names.) and a few other ones that are a little less nice. She stands above 5'7, slender, long blonde hair. Almost white. She looks like the 'girl next door' type, but she's a motherfucking contract killer. At least, that's how some of her friends put it. But Alyssa isn't really the Arnold Schwarzenegger run-and-gun type of contract killer. She's a sniper, but you know that. A Barrett M82 is her weapon of choice, and she's damn good with it.
Most contract killers in a city like Baltimore need to go through The Ring if they want to get high-paying jobs, and The Ring is pretty exclusionary. If you aren't contracted to The Ring, you're probably one of those assassins who has to go kill some cheating ex-husband in his 2005 Corolla. Maybe a few grand? Not worth it for Alyssa's talent. She goes for the cream of the crop missions, and every single CEO, government official and overall rich prick who wants someone dead that's affiliated with The Ring knows she only takes those jobs.
But three days ago. Right, stay focused, because this has some twists and turns. Alyssa was slumped against the wall of her downtown Baltimore apartment cleaning her gear. She utilized a thin metal alloy armor that covered essential parts of her body and deflected or absorbed most small-arm fire. It was painted black and orange - her two favorite colors because her favorite holiday was Halloween. She'd only been home maybe a few hours from her previous job, it was kind of a bust. The target wasn't where the intel said they'd be.
'Logistics needs to get their fucking shit together,' she thought to herself. A job failed, even if it was on The Ring, still equals no money.
Alyssa was itching for a new job - and it wasn't that she enjoyed this job all that much, it was more so the fact that she's kind of bad with money. That's an understatement, she's fucking atrocious at handling money. And to her slight surprise, she was rewarded. Her second phone, a little flip phone with only a few numbers in it started to ring. Immediately Alyssa jumped from her floor seat to the night table where the phone was ringing. An unknown caller.
"Archangel here," she answered, trying not to sound too excited.
"Texting you a link in a few seconds. This is a courtesy call. Information is on the link," a dark and distorted voice replied and immediately hung up.
The link appeared in her messages. She laughed to herself for a minute. A fucking Craigslist link. Alyssa sped over to her desk and sat down in front of her open laptop. She typed the link verbatim into the search bar, and sure as hell, her Craigslist ad.
'King-sized mattress at Icarus Manufacturing. Top floor, must be removed by 9:00 A.M., June 15th.'
"Icarus, the skyscraper twelve blocks from here," Alyssa said to herself. She knew the building. She'd never done a job there, but it was flashy. Hard to miss. She understood exactly what they were asking for. King-size mattress? The CEO, top floor. She looked at the date at the bottom right of her laptop. It was the 12th, she had three days to scope out the entire building and make this happen. A job like this had to at least be worth a hundred thousand. Very few vantage points to where she could get a clean shot, not to mention that high up, the wind will factor heavily into her shot. And that's just it, in jobs like these, you only get one shot.
Alyssa had taken on harder jobs than this, but this job was going to be big. It's going to be all over the news for one - and that building is really a fortress. Icarus is a very well known company in the city, and if someone gets a look at her, it could be game over.
Fast forward a day and a half. She's done every bit of internet research she could of possibly done on this building, company and target - a younger CEO by the name of Alex Windfall. Alyssa might come off as a bit of a loose cannon in a lot of ways, but her mind is a constant chess match where she's always trying to one up herself. It was about five o'clock in the afternoon, and she knew tonight she had to scope it out in person. See how late this guy sticks around and see what's going to be an in-person problem. She had chose a skyscraper about half a mile away to stake out from. It was going to be sketchy trying to get to the top of this thing while sneaking around a fifty-caliber sniper rifle. But these problems in her experience usually worked themselves out.
Alyssa was prepared to gear up. She looked at her matte black and orange armor now sitting on her double-wide mattress. It fit over a thinner KEVLAR custom catsuit that made acrobatics and general sneakiness a bit easier than something big and baggy. From bottom to top, her black Nike's and black Nike socks immediately met the catsuit, which had metal alloy armor on her shins, knees, thighs, torso, shoulders and forearms. Her hands were covered with black paintball gloves, and her head, last but certainly not least, a bad-fucking-ass helmet where she let her long blonde hair hang out of. It was kind of like those full-head motorcycle helmets, except thinner and easier to manage in. She had a one-way visible visor she could move up and down and some cushioning - but not too much. The helmet wasn't made to be this big bulky thing. It's been said a few times already, but this shit was fucking cool.
After putting on her suit, she grabbed her sniper rifle case - equipped with a scope that could magnify up to 2 kilometres away, three magazines for her sniper, a Beretta sidearm pistol with a few magazines and a smoke grenade. She was able to wear the case like a large backpack, but it was a bit heavy. Luckily Alyssa wasn't the walking type. In the parking garage underneath her apartment building, she leased a separate stall exclusively for her baby - a Kawasaki Ninja that got just shy of two hundred miles per hour. This bike was not to be fucked with. Completely matte black, any chrome spray painted over. Light fuses could be removed fairly easily.
The Archangel got on her bike, fully prepared to scope out this building. Hopefully this would go off without a hitch, and in two days or less she'd wake up to a hundred thousand.
To be continued..
notes: So this was the first ever original story I've tried, and it was really fun. Not much omorashi at all in it, but there's a big tease for it in the beginning and end. I really want to actually dedicate myself to writing a long series, and I hope that this is it! Sometimes with the CW Fanfictions, I find it hard to get inspiration, so I'm really sorry for all the ones I have left open. I hope you guys really like this story and what it sets up! I promise a lot more omo in the followups! |
Loosely based on past experiences; please do not judge. Contains reference to self-harm. Might be slightly depressing and potentially triggering for some. This bible verse happens to be my favorite, hence my username.
“Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day......”
Though this verse matched the early May atmosphere I was in no mood to appreciate it. I stared blankly at him and the blackboard, my legs twisted together, my vision blurring involuntarily. I was absolutely drenched with sweat yet shivering at the same time, sweltering in a long-sleeve black shirt while everyone around me was in shorts. Yet as much as the sweating went, it did not manage to take any pressure off my bladder bulging against my waistband, or reduce its contents threatening to pour out any second. He shot a glance at me, before carrying on with Sonnet 15.
There I was, sitting in the class of a teacher who would definitely let me go to the toilet just a few feet down the hallway had I asked at all, and asking would surely be the exact thing any normal human being would do were they in my state. But no; I did not raise my hand, had not been to the toilet during the break or the break before that, and, well, had for some time ceased considering myself as a normal human being.
Sunlight beamed onto the windowsill.
There were many things that glance may have said. He could have been wondering why my sleeves were not rolled up in such boiling weather, why I was fidgeting and struggling like a toddler refusing to stop playing and take a toilet break, or why I had recently begun to avoid him, or other classmates, or everything around me altogether.
I started off in his classroom as a so-called “returning student”, one that failed school life, took a whole year off, then shamelessly crawled back. Inferior at the very start. I found myself in his English class with my former underclassmen, trying everything I could to keep my head down and stay out of the spotlight. I was not bad at English, but that did not mean I was good at it either; that somehow was unacceptable for me as I considered myself obliged to do better than those a year younger than me. I was mustering up my courage to go to his office and ask for advice on a piece of assignment when he came over to me without me asking and answered all my questions, an act that was a surprise for me, surprised that this teacher would pay attention to such an average, even slightly below average, “returning student” as me.
Things went smoothly with him occasionally offering extra help with my work, until the day my facade was cracked by a piece of text on domestic violence; after class I sat sobbing alone in the empty classroom with my face buried deep in my arms. Instead of leaving the room like everyone else did he came over and sat next to me without a single word until I cried myself out; god knows how long that took. I looked up at him with red tear-stained eyes, and met his gaze, warm, comforting.
That chilly November afternoon saw him getting the whole story out of me. Childhood verbal abuse, bullying in primary school, a threatened divorce of my parents in my freshman year, death of a loved one in my sophomore year, depression, anxiety, and having had to take a leave from school because of depression and anxiety. He listened without reacting much to even the worst details, and when my words finally trailed to an end, said: “Stay positive.”
Since then it had become a habit for me to drop by his office and have a little chat when schoolwork or life became a bit too much to cope with. He always listened, sometimes offered advice, never judged. Those conversations ranged from minutes to half an hour, and every time I walk out of the office I felt a tiny bit better than when I went in. For a long time I thought that I had at last found someone whom I could completely open up to, that I had at last had some degree of control over my life.
The day I withdrew from his care was also the last time I could remember entering the school toilet. I staggered inside after the last bell of the day, tore off my trousers, relieved a day’s worth of liquid, before rolling up the sleeve on my left arm, producing a paper knife from my pocket, and slashed it down again and again. Blood started to bead on the new scars which crisscrossed my arm, covering old ones. I felt surprisingly numb, the pain surprisingly calming.
Just then I heard footstep and chatter as others entered the toilet, their chuckles filling my ears as I stared at my wounds, their mirth mocking me in the cruelest way. As I leaned on the wall of the stall gasping for air, I realized that while I do this for calming myself down, if I do it in a toilet with the possibility of other people coming in my stress level would only skyrocket. I stayed in the stall like a rabbit in the taillight until I could hear nothing, before dashing out vowing never to tell anyone about this; not even him.
It was not long before I realized how grim my situation was. I could not, I simply could not, go into the toilet or any secluded place on campus without harming myself, and at the same time I could not risk getting caught. The urge to cut was as irresistible as a normal person’s urge to urinate when they need to, and I was forced to combat both. I had tried not bringing my knife to school, but the distress that had brought me was so unbelievable that I had to keep it in my pocket all the time. I had to wait till I got home from school to relieve myself in either way, in the sanctity of my own toilet.
Each day I craved for courage, the type needed to walk into the toilet and relieve myself without doing what society forbids, the type needed to walk into his office and confess everything, ask for advice, ask for encouragement. But no; what would he think of some moron who hurt herself, some freak who would not use the school toilet for such a stupid reason, some attention-seeker who did all this to make people concerned? I could not afford losing his appreciation and support, if any.
So I found myself sitting through Sonnet 15, my bulging, aching bladder killing me, my willpower slipping every second. Surely I had been desperate almost every day, but not like today; I must have drunk too much water due to this goddamn hot weather. I was furious. Furious at myself for not having control over myself, physically or mentally. Furious at myself for mutilating my body like a headless attention-seeker. Furious for not being able to answer nature’s call like any normal people. Furious for walking away from care and support, from the beaming smile of my favorite teacher. I crossed my legs even tighter, and let out a barely audible whimper.
All of a sudden the bell rang. Class was over. It was the last class of the day. People around me began to file out, and how I wished I could just stand up and go relieve the pent-up liquid inside my overstretched bladder without worrying about the knife in my pocket and what I might do with it. To my horror, I realized I could not stand up without holding myself, so I resigned to sitting for a little longer waiting for everyone to leave. Yet as I raised my eyes again I was surprised that my gazed met his, the same warm reassuring gaze he gave me the day I cried in front of him.
“Go to the toilet first.” He said gently. Obviously I did a terrible job trying to hide my need.
“I......I can’t.”
“Why?”
“......Because if I go inside the toilet I would cut myself I wouldn’t be able to help it and I really don’t want to I’m sorry I’m sorry.” I could feel tears running down my cheeks, was deeply ashamed by them, and that shame brought more tears. And since the water was running loose on this end of my body, I had no idea how long it would take for it to come out from the other end.
“Why don’t you just leave your knife here?” His voice was as gentle as ever.
“I can’t......It makes me really stresses not having it.”
“Here, listen,” He looked straight into my eyes, “just go to the toilet, and I believe you wouldn’t do anything harmful to yourself. I’ll be in this room waiting for you. I believe you wouldn’t.”
I was not sure whether it was because of his voice or his words, but I nodded, and tried my best to get up and walk properly down the corridor to the very place I had been avoiding for some time. Thankfully since school was over no one was there, and I managed to get into a stall without being seen by anyone. My knickers were damp in the crotch as I pull them down, and for the first time in a while I cried freely, my sobs muffled by the splashing of the torrent beneath me. I could not remember how long I sat there and wept after my stream died down, but I eventually pulled myself together, washed my face and staggered out of the bathroom, slipping into the empty classroom where he was indeed waiting for me.
“Now, I knew you’d been hurting yourself ever since I saw you wearing long sleeves in this weather.” He started, “And I understand that you’ve stopped seeing me because you think you’ve done something wrong, is that true?”
I was dumbstruck for a moment at the fact that he knew all along, before stammering quietly, “I......I just don’t want you to feel that I’m seeking attention or whatever.”
He sat up straight in his chair in a somewhat formal manner: “Listen to me - you are never, never an attention seeker. This happens to many people in many stages of their lives and I know you’re trying to relieve stress, not causing more of it by, say, being too scared to go to the toilet. You’re always welcome in my office to discuss matters when you get stresses, and I’m sure you’ll grow out of this. Trust me, you’re not just a cutter......”
My eyes must have watered again, not because of the remnant dull ache in my bladder for holding so much in so many consecutive days.
“You’re not just a cutter. You’re not just the subject of abuse or bullying or depression whatsoever. You’re your favorite books and music. You’re a good English student who got an A in her last assignment. You’re those you love and those who love you. You matter.”
I nodded through fresh tears.
“Good, let’s call it a day,” He stood up as I managed to croak, “Sir, one more thing......”
“Yes?”
“Could you please do me a favor?”
“What is it?”
“Can you give me a hug?”
“Sure.”
The next thing I knew, I had his arms wrapped around me, my face buried in his shirt pressing tightly against his chest. The slight stinging pain of my unhealed cuts when they made contact with my long sleeves reminded me of the whole thing, but the warmth of his arms balanced them off. I held onto him tightly as ever yet he did so even tighter. I shivered from the immense relief unrivaled by that in the toilet minutes ago.
“Thank you.” I closed my eyes and whispered.
“Thank you for trusting me.” He replied.
I had no idea how long we remained in that position; the only thing I remembered was how my fear, guilt, shame and desperation in either sense gradually faded away.
“By the way,” he grinned as he let me go, “do you mind if I keep your knife for you?”
I fished it out from my pocket and put it in his hand without any further argument.
“Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.”
I was not religious; I went through the Bible only because he mentioned in class that religion would be one of the topics discussed next semester. This passage was the only one that stuck in my mind at that moment, one without context like a loose string flapping in the wind. I took a grasp of this string anyway, and scrawled it onto a corner teared off from my English notebook before stuffing it into my pocket and timidly pushing open the door of the office the next day.
“Hi.” He grinned at me, the same grin he gave the class before each lesson, the grin that seemed to say “everything is okay” to whatever that had happened.
“I, um......” I pulled out the slip of paper from my pocket and handed it to him the same way I handed over my knife, “Sir I want you to have this.”
“Thanks a lot,” he placed it on the desk without opening it, eyes still on me, “stay positive.”
And sunlight beamed onto the windowsill. |
Hi All, I started this story ages ago. I can't remember where I was going with it. I will have to re-read it and see what I want to finish up with. Enjoy what there is though. Hopefully it's reasonably decent. 🙂
It was a Friday evening. Jess and Sophie were snuggled in bed after a busy day.
"I have a naughty fetish idea tomorrow for you Jessy!" whispered Soph. "Every pee we do has to be fully clothed. You can change ONE item of clothing per wetting. Before each wetting I will be deciding what we will be doing next in the day so you will have to choose your item to change wisely!"
Jess' eyes lit up with excitement and she snuggled Soph tightly.
"I love you Soph! You know that?"
Soph nodded and gave Jess a quick kiss before rolling over and snuggling into the duvet to sleep.
"Goodnight hun" She muttered as she began to fall asleep.
The next morning came around and both girls had their first morning pees around 8am as they would any other day. They both got dressed and prepared for their naughty day ahead.
Jess put on a pair of pink panties, tight dark jeans and her converse on her pretty little feet. Soph opted for a leather skirt, blue panties and a pair of ballet flats.
"Right then Jess. After the first wetting, we will be walking into town and getting a breakfast! Choose your change of clothing wisely!"
Jess was already worried. She was wearing a pair of dark jeans and converse! She could only change one! It would definitely have to be her jeans, meaning, she would have to stomp all the way to town with pee soaked little feet. Not something she was going to complain about of course though!
"You go first then Jess" Muttered Soph. Jess did as she was told and released her bladder muscles. A wave of pleasure rolled over her as the first warm spurt hit the fabric of her panties. The warmth spread quickly down the inside of her sexy thighs, guided by the tight fabric of her jeans. She shivered with pleasure as she felt the pee trickle down the sides of her soft bare feet and under the arches of her soles quickly pooling around her soft beautiful toes. Soph stared on with excitement as her girlfriend soaked her self in front of her.
"What clothes do you want me to go and grab for you hun?" Soph said, staring at the puddle at Jess' feet.
"Grab me my long summer skirt Soph!" Soph hurried off. Jess, trying to make the best of a bad situation had taken her converse off and tipped as much pee out of them as she could and pulled her tight wet jeans down. Now stood barefoot in a huge pee puddle, Soph returned.
"You messy girly!" Giggled Soph as she handed Jess her long skirt. "God your feet are sexy!" Soph had always loved Jess' feet. What with her having a huge foot fetish!
"Pass me my converse Soph" Said Jess as she pulled her skirt into place, hiding her sopping wet panties.
"Your poor feet Jess!" Muttered Soph as she watched Jess slide her soaked feet back into her still wet converse. "They're going to be so pissy!" She said excitedly.
Jess composed her self. Stepped out of her puddle and stood wiggling her wet toes in her converse.
"Right, your turn Soph!"
"Oh this will be easy" Said Soph, looking smug at her choice of clothing. She positioned her self in front of Jess, legs tight together. The release was instant, she had got so good at peeing on command that it was no longer any different to a normal pee on the toilet. Instantly the pee saturated her blue panties and flooded down the inside of her thighs, pouring all over her ballet flats.
"Mmmmm Jess this feels sooo good!" Mumbled Soph as the pee overflowed her shoes and made a huge puddle around her feet.
"Which shoes or panties do you want me to get for you Soph?" Said Jess in a jealous sounding tone.
"Grab me a different skirt Jess. I'm not keen on this one." Jess looked surprised.
"You're not changing your wet panties or shoes Soph?!" She said with excitement.
"No way!! I want a sopping wet little pussy and there is no way I'm giving up these wet little shoesies!"
Jess felt her clit throb! Here was her sexy girlfriend giving up her chance to redeem any form of cleanliness for her little pussy.
"I love you Sophie!" giggled Jess as Soph stood wiggling her soaked toes around in her ballet flats. "You're just soooooo damn naughty!"
Soph slid into a fresh skirt and the two girls headed out for their walk down to the town. Sophs choice of ballet flats was perfect. Each step she took more pee splashed out in fine droplets and by the time she had reached the town her little feet were basically dry. Jess on the other hand wasn't so lucky! The tops of her converse had dried enough that they weren't visibly wet. Her soft soles and pretty little toes however were still nice and pissy. Each step that the girls took was another tickle as their wet panties rubbed against their pissy pussies.
"I bet you're so horny aren't you Jess. Walking along with your wet little feet and your pissy little pussy!" Teased Soph.
"Mhmmm!" Moaned Jess. Struggling to keep her mind of Sophie's gorgeous wet little lips. "It's more the fact that your cute little pussy is wet that's getting me tingly Soph!"
Soph looked around, made sure the coast was clear and lifted her skirt, flashing her wet panties at Jess.
"She's going to be such a pissy girly all day Jessy!" She teased. Jess felt her clit throb with excitement.
The girls finally arrived at the cafe about 25 minutes after they set up. Both of them now suitably dry but still slightly damp settled into their seats and ordered breakfast. Soph ordered the drinks.
"Two large coffees please" She said to the waitress. Jess smiled with excitement. "Right Jess. The next place we will be going is the cinema. We'll go home, pee our selves, change one item of clothing, and then head straight there."
Both of them sit nervously on their seats knowing full well their little panties were all damp and pissy between their legs. Once finished they headed back to the house. Soph was basically totally dry by this point and Jess was only dealing with slightly damp shoes.
On arriving home, Soph led Jess around to the back of the house. What item of clothing shall I get for you from in the house Jess?
"Grab me some ballet flats. I need to get my pissy little feet out of these converse if we are going out again!" She waited as Soph disappeared into the house and returned with a pair of ballet flats for Jess.
"What did you get for you Soph?" Asked Jess, excited to see what she'd chosen.
Soph had nothing in her hands. She looked at Jess.
"I chose, your converse Jess!" Soph looked down at Jess' slightly damp little shoes.
"Nooo!! Sophie you can't sit in a cinema with pee soaked converse!"
"Watch me!" Teased Soph. "Go on baby! Soak your self again!"
Jess released. Her second flood of pee poured through her pink panties and down her legs totally flooding her converse for the second time.
"Good girly!" Teased Soph, watching excitedly as Jess drenched her converse and feet once again. Soph then released as well, rewetting her tight blue panties. Her hot pee flooded down her legs and totally overflowed her ballet flats yet again. She watched as Jess began taking her converse off.
"Soph your poor little feet!" exclaimed Jess.
"Will be soooooo pissy and soft by tonight, I know Jess!" Teased Soph as she took Jess' soaked converse from her hands. She tipped Jess' pee out and then slid her ballet flats off before slipping her feet straight into Jess' converse. "Oh god they are sooo wet and warm!" She muttered. Watching this time as Jess slipped her wet little footsies into her fresh ballet flats.
The film didn't start for an hour and a half. This gave Soph long enough to spend in the garden getting Jess' converse suitably dry before going into the cinema. The walk there was also bound to help dry her sexy little feet.
"Can I smell your pussy Jess?" Teased Soph as they sat next to each other on the garden sun loungers. "I want to see how pissy she smells!"
Jess had no issue with this at all. She sat her self on the edge of the sun lounger and spread her legs, presenting her pissy panties and pussy to Sophie. Soph leaned in, gently put her fingers under the side of Jess' panties and pulled them to the side, revealing Jess' puffy wet pussy lips.
"Mmmmmmm Jessy! She smells incredible! So pissy and yummy!"
Jess felt the cool breeze on her clit, that paired with Sophs conformation that he pussy smelled amazing made her tingle with excitement. Soph leaned closer and gently kissed Jess' pissy pussy. Jess quivered with excitement and Soph flicked her tight wet panties back over her pissy lips.
"Can't wait to lick that dirty girly clean later!" Teased Soph.
After an hour of chilling in the garden the girls headed out for the cinema. It would take at least 30 minutes walk, long enough Jess hoped for her still rather damp converse on Sophs feet to dry out. Each step that Soph took she felt her soft little soles squeeze the wet material in the base of her shoes. Her poor little toes were really quite pissy but she didn't care! If anything it was turning her on more! Jess was pleased with her self as she had fresh ballet flats on her little pissy feet and near enough totally dry panties clinging to her scented pissy pussy. It couldn't be much better in her opinion!
Arriving at the cinema the girls lined up in the queue for tickets and food. With the tickets sorted the food and drink were next. Soph went first.
"I'll have a large lemonade please." She said, glancing over at Jess who knew full well that Soph's pussy would be begging for relief before the films even finished.
"And I'll have a large diet coke please." Said Jess, feeling her clit throb with excitement.
The girls entered the cinema and found a quiet spot with few people around. Jess was conscious that Sophs little converse might be a bit pee scented. She couldn't tell her self but who knew if people would have better senses of smell than she did. Jess shivered as she sat down and felt her damp panties pressed against her firm butt. She then crossed her legs tightly which squeezed her pissy pussy tight between her tighs, clamping her lips onto either side of her pussy swollen clit and squeezing her damp panties tight against her. She nearly came in her pantie there and then!
Soph settled her self next to Jess and crossed her legs tightly as well whilst gulping at her drink. She was getting her self ready for some serious desperation. She always knew both her and Jess got really desperate to pee at the cinema.
As the film passed the girls gradually got more and more desperate to pee. Neither had peed for at least 2 hours and their huge coffees in the morning and drinks at the cinema were really beginning to take a toll on their bladders. Jess kept glancing down at her converse on Sophs feet. She was fantasizing about kneeling at the edge of the bed, forced by Soph to worship her pissy little feet and toes.
A whole hour and a half passed. Their large coffees and almost an entire large soda was now quickly filling Soph and Jess' bladders. Jess felt her bladder throb and instinctively grabbed her self. Forgetting that her damp pissy panties were between her legs. The warm damp fabric pressed into her pussy lips and she quivered. Just half an hour left and her bladder was already getting rather full. Soph on the other hand seemed to be maintaining very good composure. She was sat, comfortably with her legs crossed and her head back on the chair. She looked to be handling the situation very well. What Jess didn't know was that Sophs pussy was a quivering little mess, begging for relief! Every minute passing was bringing her closer to peeing her self! Suddenly a wave of desperation overcame Soph. A hot spurt sprayed out of her quivering pee hole into her damp panties. She gasped and rammed her hand into her pussy and regained control.
"I have to go Jess!" she exclaimed before hurrying out of the cinema, legs as tight together as possible whilst walking.
Jess sat anxiously waiting for her girlfriend to come back. Hoping she hadn't wet her self on the way to the bathroom. Suddenly Soph dropped her self back onto the chair next to Jess.
"I've basically just pissed my self in a public toilet Jess!" Muttered Soph. "I was leaking all down my legs as I was closing the stall door. My panties are all wet and loads trickled down into your converse!!!"
Jess nearly squirted in her own panties hearing that Soph had just wet her self in public. Soph took Jess' hand and placed it between her legs onto her soaked warm panties. Jess didn't know what to do. She just sat there, with her hand on her girlfriends sopping pussy, in public! By now her own bladder was sending some very sharp signals to her brain. PEE PEE PEE! each wave felt like torture. Forcing her pee scented pussy to hold felt so wrong, but, at the same time, so right! She forced her pussy to hold right to the very end!
The final 20 minutes of the film were pure torture. Her bladder was begging for relief and her pussy was spasming every minute or so, each requiring some action on her part to keep her pee hole clamped shut. As soon as the credits rolled Jess hopped up and hurried out of the cinema. Soph rushed after her as Jess hurried across the car park and down an alley way. As soon as she was out of sight her pussy gave way, releasing a waterfall of hot pee down her bare legs and into her ballet flats. The relief was almost orgasmic. She quivered with excitement as the pee spread around her puffy lips and bathed her already pee smelling pussy in yet another flood of warm pee.
"I had to pee SOOOO Freaking bad Soph! My pussy has been begging for like a whole hour!" Jess exclaimed after the flood was over.
"It looks it baby! You're soaked!"
"Lets get home quick!" exclaimed Jess.
The walk home was risky. Soph kept an eye out for anyone nearby as Jess hurried along. Pee splashing around her soft feet in her ballet flats. As soon as they arrived home Soph announced the next plan of the day.
"Right then Jess. The next place we are going is out for tea. We will be eating in the pub garden so we should be relatively far from people. It might be slightly chilly though."
Both girls, knowing it might be a little cold out, decided to change their skirts for a nice pair of jeans. They decided to wait for a little while for their panties to dry to the point of just being slightly damp, then began changing. Jess watched as Soph slid her wet feet out of her converse.
"Those poor little feet Soph! Surely you want to change to some ballet flats or heels instead?"
"They'll be fine Jess. They are used to being all sweaty in converse anyway. What difference does a little pee make?"
"I suppose! Your little toes must be so pissy though now!"
"Probably, but we'll be outside so it'll be fine!"
They both slipped into their Jeans and headed out to the pub. Yet again this was another 20 or so minute walk, giving both Jess' ballet flats and Soph's converse the time required to dry out a bit. Their panties at this point were already feeling rather dry, although were really starting to get rather scented by this point.
"When I was changing into my Jeans I could smell my pissy panties Jess!" Teased Soph as they walked along. "My pussy is going to smell so good by the time we are cuddling in bed tonight!"
Soph knew how to press Jess' buttons. Every time she said something like that Jess would feel her clit quiver with excitement and have to force her self to resist just diving on Sophie and licking her pissy pussy clean right there in the street!
The walk to the pub was relatively uneventful. Once there, they stood casually at the bar to order some drinks. Jess was very wary that people might be able to smell her and Soph so they stood out of the way at the end of the bar that no one was at. Once they had their drinks, both a large white wine, they went outside and found a nice secluded place. Sitting on a bench opposite each other in a quiet beer garden felt rather relaxing after all the naughty stuff they had done during the day. Soph had got her self nice and comfortable and then suddenly she felt something under the table. Jess had slipped her little foot out of her ballet flats and was stroking her soft pissy toes up and down Soph's legs. She managed to slide her foot between them and pressed her toes into Sophs jeans covered pussy.
"My sexy little feet need licking clean so badly today Sophie!" She teased as she gently massaged Soph's quivering pussy with her soft soles. "I can't believe how many times I have soaked them with warm pee. I feel so dirty Sophie!"
"Stop it Jess! You're getting me all wet!"
"Baby, you've been wet all day! What would a little squirt matter?"
Soph grabbed Jess' pissy foot under the table and began tickling it. She knew Jess wouldn't be able to stay discrete having her soles tickled. Jess laughed like crazy and people looked over. She quickly took her foot away and slid it back into her slightly damp ballet flat.
Soph and Jess had ordered another drink with their meals and then a 3rd after. By the end of the evening they had both drank 2 glasses of wine and a large cocktail jug each! Jess decided it was time to head home as her bladder was starting to need relief! The walk home was risky. Their bladders both throbbing and both of them wearing jeans that would so obviously show the wetness!
Arriving home, the girls hurried around to the back garden. Soph instantly lost it and a huge dark patch appeared on her jeans, flooding down the insides of her sexy thighs and filling Jess' converse once again.
"My god I was desperate Jess!" muttered Soph, her face showing pure relief.
"You looked it!" |
Hi all,
All this time in lockdown has me wistful for past romances, and as such I was inspired to write a story based incredibly loosely on a holiday I went on a few years back.
Enjoy!
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Chris glanced at the clock on his computer screen and sighed. 16:34. In just 26 minutes the working week would be complete, with himself and Rachel away for their week long holiday in Snowdonia the day after.
They were both fairly new to their jobs in The City, recent graduates who had struggled for a year after graduation before eventually finding their way into prestigious jobs in the heart of London. Chris had been in his role for a few months when Rachel joined and caught his eye almost immediately. Pale and with mousy brown hair, Rachel had classically English good looks. While fairly short and generally slim in stature, she had a penchant for rather form fitting business slacks which helped accentuate her broad hips, thick thighs and firm, curvaceous rear.
Initially stunned into silence by her appearance, Chris was somewhat disarmed by how friendly and approachable Rachel was. They soon struck up a friendship which before long developed into a series of dates. In the heart of London they had their pick of a vast array of bars, pubs and restaurants and soon became intimately familiar with the selection in the vicinity of their office.
As the relationship blossomed, Chris found himself becoming infatuated with Rachel in all the usual ways. However, one slightly unusual thing gradually became apparent to Chris; Rachel never seemed to need to pee. They would both sit and down drink after drink and Rachel would never so much as glance in the direction of the loo. Chris considered himself to have a fairly capacious bladder, but even he sometimes marvelled at Rachel’s ability to seemingly last forever.
One date several months in brought this to the fore, around a week before they were due to depart for Snowdonia.
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“Right, shall we call it a night then?” Chris announced, placing his fifth empty pint glass of the night back onto the table. Just then he got a small quiver in his bladder, it had after all been some time since he’d last been.
“Oh goodness yes! Look at the time!” Rachel exclaimed enthusiastically.
“OK, I best just visit the loo before we head off” Chris replied. “Are you alright to stay with the coats for a second?”
“Oh sure thing” said Rachel.
Chris returned five minutes later rather relieved and reached to take both jackets from Rachel who instead gave him only his, folded hers over her arm and started to head for the door.
“Oh, do you not need to…” Chris tailed off inquisitively.
“What, use the loo?” Rachel cut in. “No, I’m quite alright” she said, gently patting her belly.
“Are you sure, you haven’t been for a little while, I don’t mind waiting” Chris suggested.
“Ah, no it’s more than alright” Rachel said. “My mum is fond of saying that I have the bladder of a camel, I hardly ever seem to need to go” Rachel proclaimed with a chuckle.
Chris’s heart skipped a beat, he had long been interested in women needing to pee, but had never been brave enough to broach it with anyone, even when in a committed relationship. He momentarily thought about enquiring further but thought it best to leave it at this early stage.
They parted ways at the tube station, Chris on his way back to Waterloo to get a Surrey train and Rachel onto the Northern line back to her parent’s house in north London.
Now that he really wracked his brain, Chris couldn’t recall seeing Rachel pee very much at all in the few months they had been working together. Most of the girls (and indeed many of the men) used a toilet trip and a tea round as an excuse to take a 15 minute break from work every 90 minutes or so. However, he only ever recalled seeing Rachel standing by the water cooler or the kettle, sipping away at any number of beverages over the course of the day.
Chris pondered, he and Rachel had been getting on so well, could he possibly consider pushing this further with her on their upcoming week away? Soon after he was snapped out of his daydreaming as he arrived at his stop, but he went to bed that night hardly able to think about anything else.
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A few days later, Saturday morning rolled around.
Chris’s alarm clock rang out at 8:00, but unlike most mornings where he had to drag himself out of bed, he sprang out eagerly. He showered, peed, got dressed and ate breakfast, consisting of toast, a large coffee and a glass of orange juice. He picked up his bag and jumped into his car, to make the first leg of the long drive to Snowdonia, round to Rachel’s parent’s house in Edgware.
He arrived at Rachel’s around 10:00 and found her already eagerly waiting on the doorstep. To the casual observer she was dressed fairly plainly in a fitted white t shirt, jean shorts and Vans plimsolls, but Chris couldn’t help but admire the way her outfit accentuated her petite but womanly figure as she all but skipped down the driveway.
“All set to go?” Chris called out.
“Absolutely” Rachel beamed back. “I didn’t sleep so well last night, so excuse me if I seem a little dozy to start with, but I’ve had three coffees just now so hopefully I’ll perk up in a while.”
“Three coffees before a road trip?” said Chris, bristling with excitement but managing to limit himself to an innocent enough sounding question.
“Haha yes, it won’t be a problem don’t worry” Rachel smiled. “We used to drive to Aviemore to see my cousins quite a bit, and I never needed a rest stop then.”
Chris did a quick mental calculation, he wasn’t quite sure where Aviemore was but he knew it was in the Scottish Highlands so it must be at least seven hours drive.
“Huh, that’s quite a while” Chris responded, as casually as possible.
“Oh it’s nothing really” Rachel came back. “Sometimes I can seem to go forever without needing the loo. And I just went a couple of hours ago anyway, so I’ll be fine for quite some time yet.”
Chris, still slightly incredulous thought he may as well go for broke. “Rachel, I was thinking... it might be good this week to see how long we could avoid the bathroom? You know, it would save a lot of time for other things when we’re out and about doing stuff, and the bathrooms in these Air BnB’s can be a little hit or miss.”
Rachel paused for a second and Chris held his breath. Had he blown it?
“Yeah, sure, that sounds good, I often avoid the loo if I can anyway. I find it frees you up to get so much other stuff done.” Rachel smiled back.
Chris could hardly believe his luck. He’d often dreamed about these scenarios growing up. He hadn’t explicitly revealed his fetish, but Rachel was willing to play his game which was all that mattered. Chris wondered exactly how far Rachel would be willing to push herself. He also wondered how far he could push himself to match her. Over the next week or so, he would be sure to find out.
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They left Edgware just after 10:00 and by 12:30 had arrived at a service station just north of Birmingham, roughly the halfway point of their trip. The service station was truly a jewel in the crown of the British motorway network, boasting the finest array of fast food establishments one could imagine. Chris went off to McDonald’s to get lunch while Rachel went to M&S to pick up snacks and drinks for the rest of the journey. They soon reconvened at the car, Chris with two large Big Mac meals and Rachel with two two litre bottles of water and a variety of sweets and crisps.
“Thirsty?” Chris inquired.
“Surprisingly!” Rachel replied. “Car trips always seem to dehydrate me, and I’ve only had those three coffees all day.”
“Well, we won’t want to make another stop after this, so as long as you’re sure you don’t need to use the loo” Chris ventured.
“Oh no don’t worry about that” Rachel brushed him off nonchalantly.
With that the conversation drifted onto the potential activities of the week ahead as the two sat and ate their meals, including the large soda each. They were soon back on the road, winding their way through the Welsh countryside towards their ultimate destination of Llanberis, at the foot of Mount Snowdon.
As the journey passed Chris noticed that Rachel wasn’t joking, she really was very thirsty. They were still an hour away from their destination as Rachel drained the last of her water bottle and leant round to put it on the back seat.
15 minutes later they were approaching a large out of town Lidl and Rachel instructed Chris to pull over for supplies.
“Stay in the car Chris, I won’t be a moment” Rachel said, walking off purposefully towards the entrance. Rachel soon returned clutching another two litre bottle of water and a small bottle of Lucozade.
Climbing back into the car Rachel passed the Lucozade to Chris.
“Just to keep you awake” she explained.
“So what’s all that water for then?” he replied.
“All for me I’m afraid, you’ve still got half a bottle to finish.”
“Ahh I see, you really weren’t kidding about the dehydration then?”
“No, I guess that’s where my mother’s affectionate camel comment comes from!” Rachel smiled.
“Well, as long as you won’t be nipping to the loo anytime soon” quipped Chris.
“Oh no don’t worry, I won’t be needing to waste any time doing that, especially when we’ve got so much to explore when we get there!” Rachel replied with a grin.
With that Chris pulled back onto the road and within an hour or so they had passed through the magnificent valleys of Snowdonia and had arrived at their Air BnB in the centre of Llanberis, by which time they had both drained all their drinks.
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Chris parked up and went through the usual rigmarole of retrieving their keys from the coded lockbox, but they were soon inside and settling in to the quaint miner’s end terrace they had booked.
The house was modestly sized but had clearly been well cared for; the living room was tastefully decorated and the kitchen immaculately equipped. The main bedroom upstairs was furnished minimally but they were both pleased to see it was spotlessly clean. The tiny bathroom consisted of a toilet, small sink and tiny shower cubicle, and seemed almost an afterthought by comparison.
“Good thing we won’t be making much use of this room” Rachel announced casually, before turning and descending back downstairs to the living room. The four hour journey had taken the wind out of their sails slightly, and they sat down to watch some TV. Whilst they had been together for a few months now, their respective living arrangements (at home with their parents) limited their opportunities to feel intimate with one another, so they were both very grateful to finally be alone. They settled down on the sofa, Rachel with her head in Chris’s lap, Chris tenderly running his hands through her hair, and they both soon fell asleep.
Chris stirred first a couple of hours later and checked his phone; 16:04. He gently rocked Rachel awake, who came round with a slightly dreamy, dazed expression but soon after sprang to her feet and declared that they needed to ‘recon’ the small town.
“Well, we need to work out where we’re going to eat tonight at the very least!” came her justification.
They wandered fairly aimlessly around the town for a short while, out to the north west towards the nearby lake before heading back east towards the “Electric Mountain”. On their way they passed the Padarn Hotel which also advertised itself as a bar and bistro. It looked reasonably nice and they unfortunately weren’t spoilt for choice in terms of options, so they stepped inside.
They ordered two burgers and fries from the bar, alongside a pint of beer each. They opted to sit in the beer garden to the rear of the hotel to take in the cool evening air and the view of Snowdon that was just starting to fade in the twilight.
They sat and chatted peacefully, sipping slowly on their drinks, discussing their plans for the next day. Chris was of the opinion that if the weather held, they should try and climb Snowdon the next day, and maybe head out to Newborough Beach in the afternoon. Rachel concurred, and suggested that if the weather was more classically Welsh, they should drive and explore some of the smaller local villages including Bethesda and Beddegelert.
Their food arrived soon and having polished off the first round of drinks, Chris ordered another.
“You don’t have to get me drunk Christopher, I'll come willingly” grinned Rachel, mockingly batting her eyelashes at him. Chris felt his cock stiffen almost on command. That reminded him.
In all the excitement and planning of the days ahead he had rather forgotten their little game for the last few hours. This brought his mind back to his own bladder. He hadn’t been since 8am and it was now 6pm. He wasn’t one to use the toilet more than once a day out of habit, and had pushed himself significantly further on occasion as part of his fetish, but he did undeniably have a very slight “well, I could go” level feeling.
His mind then turned to Rachel. He knew she had a large capacity from what she had said and what he had previously observed, but how far did that really go? How long would she be willing to play his game? She’d had quite a bit more to drink than him over the course of the day, and the alcohol wouldn’t be helping matters.
After they finished their food they sat awhile and talked, both basking in the warmth of each other’s company. They got through three further rounds of drinks (“God they’re so cheap!” Rachel exclaimed at one point) and before long last orders were called and they started on their short journey back to the house.
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They stumbled through the door arm in arm and raced upstairs. Rachel said she wanted to shower to which Chris ventured “Mind if I join you?”
Rachel, taken aback momentarily by his sudden confidence, gladly agreed. As they undressed one another, Chris could not help but notice Rachel’s slightly distended bladder. Not an enormous bulge by any means, but a marked difference compared to her normally flat stomach.
Chris’s mind snapped back into the moment at hand as he and Rachel eagerly scampered towards the bathroom. The tiny shower cubicle meant they had to rub right up against one another to fit in, which Rachel used to her advantage to drive Chris wild. He momentarily forgot about their little holding game, so electrified was he in the presence of the incredible, voluptuous woman in front of him.
They eventually finished showering and as they stood brushing their teeth, Chris nodded towards the as yet untouched toilet beside them and raised his eyebrows suggestively.
Rachel smiled knowingly as she finished brushing her teeth. “Well, now you mention it, those last few beers have just started to catch up with me, but it’s really not a problem. Besides, I’m sure there are better ways to be spending our time than surrendering to such basic urges, aren’t there Christopher?”
She reached for his cock and ran her fingernail gently along it’s underside while pressing her naked body into his momentarily, before walking away down the landing, glancing back at him as she turned into the bedroom. Chris, now more aroused than he could ever remember being, followed unquestioningly. He turned out the bedroom light and joined Rachel under the covers, where they melted into one another for several hours before falling soundly asleep.
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Chris stirred first the next morning, the sound of rain driving against the small bedroom window slowly drawing him from his blissful slumber. He couldn’t remember a great deal from the previous night, but he knew his exhaustion couldn’t just be as the result of the four hour drive.
He came round and reached for his phone to check the time. 9:30. He rose slowly and walked downstairs to the kitchen to start breakfast. As the water rushed into the filling kettle Chris felt a slight twinge from his bladder reminding him that it had now been more than a day since his last pee. He knew he’d have to be somewhat mindful of his intake today if he wanted to continue to go toe to toe with Rachel.
A soft padding of feet behind him brought Chris’s mind back to the outside world as he turned to see Rachel standing in the kitchen doorway. She stood there totally naked but for her knickers, and Chris couldn’t help but stare in wonder at the vision before him.
“What are we having for breakfast?” Rachel beamed angelically.
“Well, the host has left us tea and coffee, but other than that all I’ve brought breakfast - wise is bread and butter I’m afraid” Chris replied.
“Aah, that’s fine, we can look for some more supplies when we’re in town today” said Rachel, nodding towards the awful weather still beating down outside.
Chris poured them both a large mug of tea and Rachel quickly sipped hers gratefully as they sat down to breakfast. She was clearly thirsty from the previous night’s activities and managed to get through two and half mugs as Chris was just finishing his first.
“Careful, else you’ll need to go before we head out.” Chris smirked.
“Funny you should say, I had been thinking about it, and under normal circumstances I probably would go, but I don’t need to go, you know?” Rachel replied, standing up and patting her stomach. Chris felt his cock stiffen slightly. Rachel’s bladder, which had still appeared fairly if not completely flat before bed, had swollen significantly overnight, presumably as a result of all those beers. Her stomach now protruded significantly, her hip bones now standing out sharply at either side.
Rachel went back upstairs to get ready while Chris washed up, his cock rock solid the whole time thinking about Rachel’s potential future predicament. They showered together again, and while mostly preoccupied with Rachel’s divine body, Chris couldn’t help notice that she would wince ever so slightly if he ever brushed his hand over her now rather firm stomach.
They got dressed for the predictably awful weather, Rachel selecting another slim fitting t shirt, this time in light blue. She paired this with a dark red jumper and a pair of tight jeans. Chris could not help but notice how her jeans dipped well below her navel, conforming to the shape of her now rather bulbous stomach.
As they put their jackets on, Chris briefly considered a trip to the loo, but figured it was worth it to keep holding if Rachel was also to continue in the same vein. He’d ‘pushed’ her to this point and she had taken it totally in her stride, but by her own admittance was now getting to the point where she would have otherwise peed, so Chris was excited to see how things would develop.
They took a short drive over the hills to Beddegelert as the rain continued to beat down, Chris having to concentrate hard to see through the torrential downpour. Rachel researched tea rooms and cafes on the drive over and directed Chris to the Cafe Colwyn. Chris was surprised that Rachel wanted more fluids so soon, but didn’t object.
They took their seats in the bay window at the front of the cafe and were soon served by a cheerful old Welsh lady. They ordered two medium coffees and a slice of carrot cake each. Rachel, true to form, raced through her first mug and soon ordered another. Chris, who normally seemed to pay for these things, may have mounted a complaint but managed to bite his tongue. As they were finishing, the clouds lifted slightly and the rain eased.
They took a long, meandering walk around the small village, down towards the river, eventually looping back around towards the car. Chris pulled out his phone to check the time. 14:07. It was uncanny the way time flew when he was with Rachel. As they reached the car they decided that they should head to a supermarket to stock up on breakfast supplies and on - the - go snacks for the rest of the week.
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Chris picked up a basket and they wandered around the shop picking up basic supplies for the rest of the week; milk, biscuits, energy bars, fruit and so forth. They started to queue up to pay and just before it was their turn Rachel nipped off to get something, returning a minute later with a six pack of two litre water bottles.
“Are you sure we’ll need all those?” said Chris, raising an eyebrow slightly. “Most of the tap water round here tastes like mineral water anyway.”
“Oh no of course, but this is just for when we’re out and about” Rachel explained.
Chris quickly realised what this could lead to and bit his tongue on any further moral, environmental objections he may have otherwise had. They drove back to Llanberis, Rachel cracking one of the waters open and virtually draining it on the half hour drive.
Upon their arrival back Chris unpacked the shopping and briefly paused on the sofa for a minute, still somewhat drained from the previous day. Rachel came down the stairs having changed into a pair of shorts that were more befitting the now surprisingly excellent weather. The shorts were rather brief, exposing roughly two thirds of Rachel’s thick, pale thighs. Chris could again not help but notice that these shorts were riding unusually low at the front, pushed down by Rachel’s now seemingly fairly full bladder.
Sitting down on the sofa beside Chris, Rachel swung her legs delicately into his lap and started surreptitiously rubbing his cock through his jeans. Needing no second invitation, Chris reached for the button of her shorts, unintentionally pressing her bladder in as he clumsily worked the button free.
“Ooh, careful” Rachel winced.
“Something the matter?” Chris ventured casually.
“Oh no it’s nothing, I’m just starting to feel a little full after all today's tea and coffee” Rachel replied.
“Don’t forget all the water” Chris interrupted.
“Well, that too” Rachel grinned. “It’s a good thing we’ve got such strong bladders isn’t it?”
“Indeed” Chris smiled, as he stood up and removed his clothes, while Rachel removed her jumper and t-shirt. “Come on, let’s go to bed for a while”
Rachel rose from the sofa and started up the stairs in front of Chris, who followed in her wake, utterly entranced by the slow swaying of her curvaceous ass as she ascended the steps. He could not help but notice however that her gait was just very slightly more tense than he had noticed previously.
They entered the bedroom and sunk into one another for an hour of pure ecstasy before falling asleep once more, this time as the late afternoon sun shone through the bedroom window.
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Chris stirred and checked his phone. 16:54. He woke Rachel and they discussed what they wanted to do that evening. They decided it was still too early for dinner just yet, so they went for another walk around the outskirts of Llanberis. As they were leaving the house, Chris caught Rachel admiring her stomach in the mirror by the front door.
“You alright there?” he quipped.
“Ha, yes, just checking to see how full I’m getting” she smiled back.
“And how full are you getting?” Chris asked, closing the door behind them as Rachel now walked ahead of him, up the street.
“Well I’m really getting quite full, I guess it’s been what, about 32/33 hours since I last peed?” Rachel mused.
“How are you feeling?” Chris continued.
“Well I really do need a visit to the loo, but like, I don’t absolutely have to go” Rachel said.
“It’s fun to hold off though, right?” Chis enquired.
“In a way” Rachel said, staring off into the middle distance. “I’ve always kind of felt good about how much I can hold. The girls at work do make me laugh sometimes, half a cup of coffee has some of them running to the loo all morning. I guess I’ve always felt a slight sense of pride, funny though that sounds, you know?”
“No I get that” Chris came back. “I’ve always felt similarly, though I don’t normally hold it this long” he said, his bladder sending a strong signal to void as he turned his mind to it’s contents, which admittedly paled in comparison to the ocean Rachel must be holding in hers.
“Oh me neither, I’m not sure this is the longest I’ve ever held, but it must be pretty close” Rachel observed, pressing her thighs together for a moment where she stood.
The two wandered around the outskirts of Llanberis for the next hour as the sun began to drop behind the hills, all the while Rachel became subtly more fidgety. Chris noticed that when he stopped to take a photo, Rachel would gently rock from foot to foot as if performing some very austere, stiff dance; the kind of which he had so often fantasised about watching an attractive woman do. Once or twice he heard Rachel emit a couple of small “Ooh”’s and subtly but surely hold her crotch with her hand for a brief moment. Chris himself was also starting to feel the pressure, and gave his cock a quick squeeze once or twice as a precaution.
As half five rolled around the pair made their way back towards the centre of Llanberis and agreed that given how lovely it had been on the previous evening, they would eat again at the Padarn Hotel.
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They settled down to eat at around 18:00 and Chris was certainly feeling the pressure by now, much as he tried to hide it.
The conversation flowed as smoothly as the drinks as they discussed what they would get up to tomorrow if the weather held. Chris had planned out a route that took them up the ‘easy’ path to the peak of Snowdon and then back down a more difficult route away to the north, looping eventually back around to Llanberis via the road.
As time passed, Chris found himself feeling a little more composed, while Rachel appeared to be getting increasingly fidgety. Chris, while obviously aroused, was equally fascinated. The toilet was well within eyeshot of their table, Rachel could get up and walk across the bar and pee within no more than 30 seconds, why didn’t she? She’d had pints and pints of fluid over the last day and a half, why didn’t she surrender to her (by now) obvious need.
As if on queue, Rachel drained her third pint glass. Motioning to Chris’s also empty glass, she nodded towards the bar. Chris smiled in response and Rachel got up and walked over to the bar to buy another round. The bar was relatively packed considering it was a weeknight in rural Wales, a fact that the proprietors clearly hadn’t quite catered for. As a result, Chris was treated to quite a show.
Rachel stood, one hand on the bar, thighs pressed lightly together, rocking slightly from one foot to another, free hand resting near her crotch, which she so clearly desired to hold. To the casual observer, it may have appeared that she was just trying to avoid standing still to prevent her legs cramping up. Chris however knew her predicament and therefore knew that this was not the case.
Rachel eventually returned from the bar, her normally smooth languid strides noticeably stilted and awkward as she moved across the room with a slight bend at her waist. Her top had ridden up slightly, exposing her now incredibly bulbous lower abdomen.
Chris stiffened in his seat but managed to suppress the feeling momentarily as he thanked Rachel for the fourth round of drinks.
“You know, if you really have to go Rachel, you can” Chris offered.
Rachel’s eyes flashed momentarily with relief and a smile started to spread across her face, but she quickly suppressed it.
“Oh no that’s fine. I’ll be quite alright. Like I said earlier, I do really need to go, but it’s not an absolute necessity just yet. I’m fairly resilient to these things” Rachel replied, a slight quiver apparent in her last couple of words.
Chris smiled, she really was pushing herself wasn’t she?
Another hour or so passed and Chris checked his phone. 22:40. He cleared the tab they had built up behind the bar and they set off back towards the house.
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As they made their way upstairs, there was no evidence of the alluring, swaying strut that Rachel had performed just a few hours prior. She walked one hand in crotch, taking each step one at a time as if in some considerable pain.
As they undressed, Chris marvelled at the proportions of Rachel’s bladder, which by now stuck out at least two to three inches beyond its usual position
“Shall we shower before bed?” Chris suggested.
“Ooh, s...sure” Rachel replied hesitantly.
They both climbed into the shower, pressed up against one another even more than before, such was the additional space that their pair of bulbous bladders now occupied. While still struggling with his own desperate predicament, Chris could not help but be aroused by Rachel’s naked form once more. He grabbed her hips from behind, pulling her ass towards his hips, sliding his cock gently back and forth between her firm cheeks.
“Ooh babe, be careful” Rachel spoke through gritted teeth.
Chris slowed his strokes and eased his grip on her hips. He noticed now that Rachel was quivering from head to toe, and he decided that the shower must have triggered a further stage of desperation beyond which she would freely admit to. Chris wrapped up the shower as quickly as he could; after all he wanted Rachel’s desperation to continue for as long as possible.
They brushed their teeth and climbed into bed, far more gingerly than the previous evening. Chris, while desperate, still yearned to plunge his cock deep inside Rachel, so aroused was he by both her form and her desperate state. He made a move as if to do so but Rachel brushed him off.
“Hey, I think those beers have me feeling a bit queasy, do you mind if we don’t tonight? I’m sure I’ll feel better in the morning” Rachel offered.
“Sure, no problem, are you sure you’re OK?” Chris replied.
“Oh of course” Rachel responded, hand in crotch, still quivering slightly. “I’m just a little full” she smiled, nodding her head downwards towards her bladder.
“I can still blow you though” she beamed.
Chris, never a man to look a gift horse in the mouth, lay back and let Rachel work away on his rock hard cock with her tongue. He came very quickly such was his aroused state, and soon after they both fell into a desperate state of sleep.
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Unusually, Rachel was the first of the pair to wake. She turned over and checked her phone. 06:30. As she came round, she was shocked by the violent pulses coming from her bladder. No surprise really, she thought. It had in fact been nearly 48 hours since she last peed at around 08:00 two days ago.
Rachel was quietly quite proud of herself, she had always felt that she had had a strong bladder, but never had anyone actively encouraged her to hold it. She was also very impressed by Chris’s holding ability. While she didn’t buy into the idea of men naturally having bigger bladders, she didn’t often stifle a small giggle whenever a man had to scurry off for two or three pees in her presence while she nursed a comfortably full bladder. Chris had been a breath of fresh air over the last couple of days.
She gave herself a sudden squeeze as another violent pulse rippled through her body. She knew she was right at her limits, but she didn’t want to let herself down in front of Chris. She thought she’d try and wake him up as she knew he must also be struggling somewhat by now, despite the brave display he had put on last night.
She turned over with her back now facing Chris and rubbed her ass gently in his crotch, in a manner that could easily have been mistaken as an accident. She knew her curves drove Chris wild, and sure enough he soon stirred and started semi - consciously partaking in Rachel’s grinding. Summoning as much composure as she could muster, Rachel pushed deep into Chris’s crotch, eliciting a deep groan from her companion.
“Good morning” Chris sighed through the haze of fading unconsciousness.
“Good morning” Rachel smiled back. “Want to jump in the shower and start the day?”
“Sure, I’ll join you in just a minute” Chris replied.
Rachel rose slowly from the bed and minced gently round the bed towards the door. She paused for a moment right next to Chris’s, shaking like a leaf from the oceans of pee she was trying to contain.
Chris was mesmerised, her bladder now protruded a good four inches from her hips, as she stood with one hand cupping her bladder, and another gently placed in her crotch, trying with all her might to pass it off subtly.
“You know, you can use the loo if you really need Rachel” Chris smiled.
“Oh no th...that’s fine. We need to get our day started!” Rachel said, through a strained smile.
Chris wondered to himself. She must be dying here. How far will she push herself. He stood up from the bed himself, suddenly all the more aware of his bladder, which felt for all the world like it was coming apart at the seams.
“What about that shower then?” Chris ventured.
“O...of course” Rachel stuttered.
They made their way down the corridor to the bathroom and Rachel tentatively switched the water on. The boiler had been off overnight and so the first few seconds were an icy blast of cold fresh liquid that shook the desperate pair to their very core.
“Fuck it’s no good! Chris exclaimed, jumping out of the shower. He yanked the toilet lid open and flung himself down on the seat. Piss exploded out of his overfull bladder and he sunk back on the seat as the last 47 hours of hot urine thundered out of him and clattered into the toilet bowl below.
For Rachel, who had already been suffering for around 16 hours or so, this was almost the last straw. Chris’s mammoth piss entered its second minute and she had to finally admit her need.
“Hey, umm, Chris, I do actually rather need to the loo all of a sudden, do you think you could hu...hurry it up a little?” she stammered.
“Why, would you say you have to go now?” Chris smiled.
“Well, I...I suppose you could say that” came Rachel’s slightly ashamed response.
Chris’s piss continued unabated for what felt to Rachel like an eternity. Eventually he got up, deliberately taking his time to wipe his cock with toilet paper before flushing away the contents of his bladder.
Ever the gentleman, Chris left the room as Rachel hobbled towards relief of her own. Closing the door behind him, Chris knelt down to hear the results of Rachel’s hold.
She set herself down on the toilet and urine poured out of her. She tried her best to suppress it but she could not entirely hold in a protracted moan of relief as a torrent of piss filled the toilet bowl below her at a stunning rate. Chris didn’t have a means of timing but it certainly went on for far longer than his, easily stretching to the three minute mark. After she flushed Chris got up and returned to the bedroom, not wanting to be caught in such a potentially compromising position.
Soon after she returned to the bedroom, cheeks visibly flushed from the combination of relief and embarrassment she was undoubtedly feeling. She climbed into bed and cuddled up next to Chris, who pulled her closer and wrapped his arm around her shoulder.
“I’m so sorry about that” Rachel spoke, a hint of embarrassment in her voice.
“No, not at all!” Chris replied eagerly. “It was rude of me to go first. You were obviously bursting to go.”
“Well, I was, but I don’t like to surrender to those urges if I can avoid it at all.” Rachel offered.
“No don’t be silly, I was really, I don’t know, sort of impressed?” Chris ventured, trying for all his worth to disguise his arousal.
Rachel smiled.
“Thanks, it was interesting to see how far I could go. I think I could potentially hold a little longer in future, if I paced myself a bit better you know?”
Chris could contain himself no longer, he turned and gave Rachel a deep passionate kiss and before long they were devouring one another once more, as the morning sunlight began to fall across the bed.
Chris had to pinch himself, what had he done to deserve this incredible woman?
Edited June 13, 2020 by NotDusty
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“Hey guys, Lois Lane reporter for the Daily Planet here and I would love to share a compilation of my many stories of wetting myself. To have some background information on myself I’ve never had a fetish for this, like my friend Lana Lang, but I’ve had a few accidents at work and at home but it didn’t unlock that same potential as my friend. Today it was going to completely change...
It was 1 am in the morning I was sleeping in the Fortress Of Solitude with Superman like I always do everyday, but today was not normal. I woke up at 1 absolutely desperate to pee and I was at the verge of exploding, now some of you guys should be saying “Hey Lois why don’t you wet the bed? Problem solved.” Now I completely hate bed wetting and I don’t want to do that, so I jump out of bed quietly and go looking for the bathroom.
Oh sorry I didn’t tell you the full story, it was 7:00 PM last night Clark brought me here to celebrate my birthday and we had a lot of alcohol. Yeah I think you see where this is going, so we both got crazy drunk and I skipped using the bathroom at 11 and went straight to bed. So there’s the story, oh and another thing is that I love to sleep nude, so there I am walking own the long corridors of the Fortress Of Solitude completely naked and desperate to pee so badly.
So there I am walking to the bathroom, but for the life of me I forgot where the bathroom is and I don’t want to wake up Clark just for him to tell me where it is, so I just walk aimlessly and trying my best to remember after I ate dinner last night where I walked to. Just then I see it, I’m just almost there and at the same joyful moment I leak a bit, but I put it aside as I’ve made it.
I run straight for the door and I start twisting the doorknob and nothing was working, I twist it again and again but nothing. I whisper to myself fuck, fuck, fuck! I have to go so bad. I check the back to see if there is a secret entrance into it, but there no secret entrance, I have come with the terms that it was best to wet the bed so I make my way back to the bed with relatively ease and hop straight in and just when I’m settled down I explode.
I felt warm my hot piss erupt out of me and the bed increasing in warmth, it wasn’t too bad. Now after this I started having this happen regularly and it was fun and enjoyable. Within seconds of this I starting to wonder if Clark actually gets turned on by this and I hope he does because would you if you girlfriend accidentally wets herself on purpose for you?
As time goes by I ask him the question and he replied with a yes, I was so stunned by this as he actually loves it. Now we had so much fun with my kink after any interview or whatever he would make me wet myself on purpose. Now today was a treat because tomorrow we are going to get married! And why not celebrate it by going out the night before to a night club and dance the night away. Once we got inside my coke I drank for my dinner was starting to make my bladder tick. I was absolutely desperate when we were on the dance floor and this was because I wanted to have some alcohol first. Now when we were dancing I lost control and I made a huge mess, but Clark loved every inch of it.
After a long night we walked back to my car and drove back home luckily I only had one glass of wine. “Lois!” Clark spoke “Lois I think you should tone down on the public wettings, look you wet today and yesterday you wet yourself at the supermarket. Look honey I think you should get diapers to go in public.” Diapers? “Yes Lois, diapers.” So you want me to be like Lana don’t you? “Of course I don’t, it’s just my fetish, I loved it ever since the school camp where had to pick someone to sleep with and I picked Lana. Now she would force me to play with her and I never said no because I was intrigued.
So there’s the back story and at 2 am in the morning I couldn’t sleep and I didn’t think Lana could as well, then I told her that I couldn’t sleep and then she exposed herself because she couldn’t hold it in for much longer and I watched open eyed at this girl wetting herself in a diaper. Ever since that I love, but yes your sort of right I want you to have sort of the same traits as her, but not be like a copy of her and your not like her because she hates bed wetting.”
Once we got back to my apartment, my soon to be husband asked me if we should have a romantic fly around the city like we did when we first met and I accepted. But first I had to get out of this piss-ridden dress and into some cleaner clothes, once that objective was done I walked out and Superman was there smiling at me. I was only still in my lingerie when he did this and I went to continue getting dressed. As soon as I wore something that made me look like an angle, we were off! It felt as magical as the first time we met, we flew over builds, over the sea and flew around the Statue Of Liberty and it felt great.
Until midway into it, I was getting desperate to pee, but I didn’t want to ruin this moment and held it in. After flying passed the moon it was starting to grow, I knew I would not be able to keep it in for much longer, but again I kept it in because I did not want to ruin this romantic scene. When the clouds faded into the ocean, I found it very hard to grab my crotch if your boyfriend’s got his arm around your chest to stop you from falling.
As we passed the oceans I started to feel better and the pressure went away, but was we flew passed the work I really, really, REALLY NEEDED TO PEE. I couldn’t help it, I started to build up courage to tell Superman that I need to go to the toilet and just saying it now it feels embarrassing. I ask Clark about it and immediately says “No, you have to hold it.” And he was right I actually did make it we got back with only seconds to spare and then make the kill and succeed.
Now we hope into bed and then I told him the story at the Fortress and tells me that he purposely lock the doors to make me wet the bed. We both fall asleep instantly and I could not wait for the big day tomorrow!
To Be Continued... |
"But Mom," I protested, "if I drink anymore, I'm going to burst."
I pressed my hand into the crotch of my faded blue jeans and squeezed my legs together as tightly as I could under the dining room table.
"What's wrong?" she asked unsympathetically, pushing the full glass of water towards me. "I thought you really enjoyed this kind of thing. Drink up!"
"Why are you doing this to me?" I asked as I gingerly took a sip. I could feel my distended belly aching at addition of more water. It was all going to need to escape somewhere very soon. "You know I'm never going to be able to hold it all the way to school."
"If you're not able to control yourself," Mom demurred, "then I guess you'll have to deal with the consequences."
"Meaning I'll be known as 'that girl who peed her pants on the school bus' for the rest of my life," I said, forcing down another gulp of water. Despite myself, I was starting to get turned on by this situation.
"You didn't have any problem being 'the girl who wet her pants in the backseat of her mom's car' yesterday," she replied.
"I scrubbed out the car seat when we got home," I objected. "And, I didn't even ask you to take me home early even though the back of my dress was soaked and everyone was staring at me. What do you want from me to do?"
"I want you to stop gulping down bottled water every time I turn my back and going to the toilet before you're literally about to wet your pants," she said with exasperation.
A bladder spasm forced me to clench to prevent an accident. At this rate, I wasn't even going to make it to the bus stop without peeing myself, let alone hold on for the entire ride to school.
"But Mom, you're LITERALLY pushing me beyond that point right now against my will," I barked. "I just want to go to the toilet and you're making me hold until I pee myself."
"Then why were you secretly gulping down that bottle of water in your room?" she asked.
"OK, maybe I wanted to hold my pee a little this morning," I admitted. "I certainly wasn't planning to piss myself in front of everyone at school today."
"Right," she agreed, "when you're with YOUR friends, you control your intake so you don't have an accident and embarrass yourself, but whenever I take you anywhere, you hold on until there's a puddle on the ground."
"Mom, I'm so sorry I embarrassed you at church yesterday," I offered, doubling over to contain my bladder. "I swear it will NEVER happen again."
"No, I don't imagine so," she said with satisfaction. "I'm guessing one accident in front of all of your school friends will teach you a lesson they won't ever let you forget. Kids can be SO cruel, and they all have cameras on their phones these days, right?"
Her saying that made my heart race with a mix of fear and arousal.
"Can I at least pack myself a change of clothes?" I asked weakly, taking another big gulp of water and scissoring my legs under the table.
"No," she said firmly.
"So you're actually going to make me go to the school office, call you, and wait there for you to bring me dry pants?" I asked incredulously.
"Oh, you won't have to bother with all that," she said with cruel satisfaction. "I won't be bringing you any clothes. No need to go through the motions."
"Then what am I supposed to do?" I asked.
"I'm sure you'll figure something out," she said dismissively. "Hurry up and finish that water, you don't want to miss the bus."
I obediently tilted my head back and gulped it all down despite my body's protests. I was shaking with anxiety and excitement about what I knew was coming.
These were my most faded jeans. I'd never dared to wet them in public before, but I had done it in the shower when no one was home often enough to know how obvious the resulting wetness would be.
I grabbed my backpack and stood up gingerly. I had to continuously shift my weight to ensure my bladder didn't release on the spot. As I made my way toward the front door, I stopped at the coat closet and began to browse for a jacket to bring with me.
"Oh, you won't need anything," Mom assured me. "It's warm out there today."
"But Mom," I insisted, pee dancing in place, "if you're not going to let me use the bathroom or bring a change of clothes ... "
"Oh honey," she interrupted, "tying a jacket around your waist isn't going to fool anyone. It's bad enough you're probably going to ruin those shoes. Don't ruin one of your jackets too by getting pee all over it."
With that, she ushered me out the front door and closed it behind me, leaving me anxiously pee dancing in front of the house.
I seriously considered just finding a bush to pee in. After all, once I got far enough away from the house, Mom would never know, and I could always tell her that I barely made it to the school toilets in time.
Part of me, however, didn't want to waste this opportunity. After all, the whole reason I usually gulped down so much water in the morning was to make myself slightly desperate to pee on the ride to school.
I'd be lying if I didn't admit that I secretly fantasize about our bus getting delayed and arriving at school so late that I'm forced to go straight to my first period class despite my desperate condition. My teacher, already irritated at my tardiness, denies me a bathroom pass, and I'm left to fidget at my desk until a puddle begins to form under my chair as everyone around me begins to whisper and giggle.
In an attempt to "teach me a lesson", my mom had created a situation straight out of my fantasies. My heart was pounding with excitement at the prospect that I might actually have a genuine pee accident before my first class for the day even began. Could I really forgive myself if I chickened out?
I found myself waddling awkwardly, but rapidly to the bus stop. My bladder ached, but constant movement eased the pressure a little. I'm sure I looked ridiculous, but I told myself it was much less embarrassing than pissing myself on the walk to catch the bus.
At least if I wet my pants on the bus, I could blame being trapped in a confined space without a bathroom. I mean, no one would prefer me to pull my pants down and flood on the floor rather than pee myself in that situation. Everyone would believe I had a very humiliating, but very innocent public accident.
But what would everyone think of me if I got on the bus to go to school AFTER I had already pissed in my jeans? That absolutely could not happen. I could deal with everyone teasing me the rest of the year for being a pants wetter, but I didn't dare let them suspect I was a freak who was into this as a fetish.
Melissa was standing at the stop playing on her phone when I arrived. We were the only two seniors on our route still riding the bus because neither of us had cars of our own or friends to pick us up in the morning.
We had become best friends. Truthfully, she was my only real friend, and Melissa was the only person I had ever voluntarily told about my kink. I found myself relieved that she had seen me wet my pants so many times before.
She had always been amused at my willingness to totally humiliate myself for a brief thrill, but she had never balked at sticking by my side during the "walk of shame" home after I would pee in my pants at the movies or the mall, even in broad daylight when everyone would be staring at us.
As I approached, Melissa looked up from her phone and, noticing my pained walk, immediately asked if I was OK.
"No, not really," I admitted, standing next to her but continuing to practically jog in place. "I'm absolutely bursting."
"Are you crazy, Anna?" Melissa asked with a sneer. "Do you really want to do this on the bus?"
"This wasn't my idea," I assured, clenching my legs together and squatting. "My mom caught me secretly drinking a bottle of water in my room and made me drink four more glasses as punishment. She wouldn't even let me bring a jacket, you know, in case... "
"So your mom is actually trying to make you piss in your pants today?"
"I think she's hoping if she embarrasses me badly enough, I'll stop doing it intentionally," I explained.
Melissa chuckled. "I guess that makes some form of sense," she acknowledged.
As the bus pulled up, I gingerly stood upright and followed Melissa up the steps. I felt the first few warm spurts soak into my panties as I did, but didn't dare call attention to myself by checking my jeans for seepage. Melissa motioned for me to take the window seat and I slid in--nervously bouncing and scissoring my legs to contain myself as the bus lurched forward.
It was only an 18-minute ride to our school every morning, but with how full my bladder already was, it might as well have been a year. I consoled myself that, whatever happened, at least I had made it onto the bus in dry jeans.
"Do you think you're going to make it in time?" she asked with concern.
I shook my head as a spasm hit my bladder and I had to press my hands into my crotch and clench tight to hold back the flood.
"What are you going to do?"
I shrugged, and asked hopefully, "You wouldn't have any spare pants, would you?"
Melissa shook her head. "Surely your mom wouldn't make you sit in your own piss all day," she reasoned. "Maybe if you call her after it happens ..."
"I asked that this morning as I was choking down the fourth glass of water," I interrupted impatiently. "She told me not to bother."
"Wow," Melissa exclaimed. "What did you do to piss her off so bad?"
"I peed myself on the way to church yesterday," I blurted out breathlessly.
"Seriously?" Melissa asked with a smirk. "Was it obvious?"
"Yeah, it was that royal blue dress," I confessed. I could barely focus on the conversation. "She made me sit through the service soaking wet and scrub out the car seat afterwards."
"Well, you definitely deserved that," she assured me. "Plus, I'll bet you didn't mind too much."
Just then the bus hit a pothole that sent us both airborne for a fraction of a second. As my ass hit the seat again, I could feel a familiar warmth rapidly spread across it.
"Oh shit," I whimpered as I tried in vain to contain the flow. I rose to my feet so as not to flood the bench seat I was sharing with Melissa and clung to the high back of the seat in front of us as warm piss uncontrollably streamed down my legs and pooled inside my sneakers.
My pulse pounded with panic and arousal. I glanced over to see that Melissa had scooted into the aisle to ensure she stayed dry. This had drawn the attention of the sophomore girls in the row across from us, who were already laughing and taking video with their phones.
I sat back down while still peeing and held my backpack in my lap to obscure their view. The flood I had released was now spreading across the floor towards the seats in front of us on the bus. I sat there simultaneously mortified and on the verge of an orgasm as the girls sitting across the aisle us excitedly notified everyone that "Anna just pissed her pants".
Melissa found a seat elsewhere next to someone who presumably didn't reek of urine and I spent the next few minutes deflecting mocking questions. Isn't 18 years old a bit late to still not be potty trained? Have I considered diapers?
Eventually, they tired of interrogating me and contented themselves replaying and laughing at the video of my accident while I sat quietly with my thoughts. I could feel cooling denim clinging tightly to my legs and piss sloshing around inside my sneakers whenever I would move my feet.
I shifted my backpack aside and glanced at the damage to reveal dark-blue piss streaks running the length of my inner legs down to my ankles. The contrast with the faded fabric couldn't be more obvious. The tails of my collared shirt didn't hide the wetness of my jeans at all, but it had managed to get wet as well.
When we arrived at school, I sat there as everyone else filed off, laughing and making comments as they passed me. Melissa stayed behind to check on me, asking if I was alright. I softly assured her that I was fine as I stood up and slowly made my way to the front of the bus.
The driver glared at me as I reached the door. I muttered, "Sorry, it was an accident," as I passed him.
I was aware there were lots of students loitering and talking in front of the building. I avoided eye contact, held my backpack in front of my lap, and walked quickly as I tried to retreat to the building before they noticed me.
Unfortunately, the squelching of my waterlogged sneakers and sight of my two-tone jeans did not escape their notice. I could hear the insightful commentary that "SOMEONE had an accident" and lots of laughter as I hurried past.
I retreated to a stall in the nearest ladies room, but quickly realized that aside from giving me a place to hide from the gawkers for a little while, there wasn't much I could do.
I poured the excess piss out of my shoes into the toilet and wrung out my socks, but that only left me with slightly less squishy socks and sneakers. I dabbed at my jeans with toilet paper, but they were still visibly soaked down both legs by the time the bell rang.
I reluctantly left the privacy of the stall and walked to the sink to wash my hands before class. The girls who had originally seen me run into the stall in my pee pants had left the bathroom, so I stoically endured a whole new set of classmates smirking as they realized what I had done.
The halls were packed with students and teachers during the passing period as I walked to my locker, but it felt like everyone parted to stare at me and make comments on my accident as I passed. I have to admit the exhibitionist in me was getting turned on again by all the attention as I reached my locker.
As I traded my backpack for my first-period notebook, I was left with nothing to hide the piss streaks running the length of my pants legs. Camera phones held by my mocking classmates immortalized the walk from my locker as I shyly squelched to class.
When I finally reached my first period classroom, I tried to ignore the snickering as I sat down timidly at my desk.
"Eww, she's getting piss all over that chair," Tiffani exclaimed from the desk to my left. "You know, someone's going to have to sit in that desk next period Anna, and it's going to be soaked now."
"Well, what am I supposed to do?" I asked weakly. I knew I shouldn't engage her, but I also knew she was right. I didn't want someone else's outfit to get wet because of my accident.
"I don't know, maybe try not peeing your pants?" she offered mockingly as everyone around us laughed. I could feel blood rush to my head. "I guess you DO have that notebook..."
Slowly, I tore a couple of blank pages out of the back of my notebook and slid the paper under my soaked ass as Tiffani and everyone else fought back laughter.
"I hope she has a lot of extra paper in that notebook," one of the guys behind me quipped and everyone burst out laughing. I buried my head in my arms on the desk and wished for the day to be over.
TO BE CONTINUED... |
Here's the first part of a story based on an idea and an experience I had some time ago, I hope you all enjoy it! Comments and Constructive Criticism welcome.
Client One - Sophie
Prologue
Sophie had been having an embarrassing problem recently. Among her friends and family, she was known as the iron bladder, the girl who never needed a wee, Miss never tinkle, the list went on. In short, she had probably the biggest and strongest bladder of anyone she’d ever met. She was easily able to outlast anyone who dared to try and out hold her, inevitably sending them all hobbling cross legged and gripping their crotch one after another to the bathroom, while she sat quite comfortably, smirking at them.
Usually she’d sit around a while longer, rubbing it in to them that she wasn’t even close to her limit before rising and walking at a normal pace to the bathroom and unleashing a flood so loud and long that the sheer sound of it would cause anyone to think there was either a bath running, or a severely broken pipe somewhere in the building.
Indeed, Sophie’s bladder was so large that she would regularly tease her friends and family on car journeys or cinema trips about their inability to last without a bathroom break, much to their annoyance.
Recently however, something had changed. One evening, during a night of partying, Sophie had been demonstrating her huge bladder against a group of college boys. As usual, she had beaten them all easily, and as so many of the guys had reached their limit at once, many of them were forced to desperately search for other places to relieve their bursting bladders as the bathroom line was simply too long to handle. Sophie had laughed at their antics till a tear came to her eye, she felt mean laughing at them, but how could anyone not laugh at a group of guys rushing from place to place, often with their hands down their pants, before slowly one by one all stopping and releasing a flood into whatever they had found to serve as their toilet. A sink, a potted plant, a vase and a tree had all been utilised, just to name a few.
Eventually, the line to the bathroom had gone down, and Sophie finally made her own visit to it, and unleashed her bladder in such a loud and long fashion that by the time she was done, several of the guys she had beaten before were waiting outside of the bathroom for her to finish, their bladders having been triggered again by her relief.
Shortly afterwards, Sophie had returned home and was comfortably laid up in bed feeling very amused with her antics. As she started to drift off to sleep, she felt her bladder twitching, but as she often did, she simply pushed the thought from her mind and fell asleep.
When she awoke, she found herself unusually bursting for her morning pee, crossing her long tanned legs tightly to fight the urge, she lazily tried to switch positions and fall back asleep. A few moments later and her need had gotten much worse and she knew sleep was no longer an option. As she stood up from her bed, gravity hit her bladder and hit it hard. Gasping softly, Sophie gripped her vagina hard with one hand, sticking out her large well rounded ass as she went into a half squat. Sophie panicked a little when this didn’t help, and squeezed harder, biting her knuckles on her free hand softly as her rear end waggled from side to side alluringly.
Finally the surge of desperation abated, and Sophie quickly hurried to the bathroom, her hand still squeezing at her crotch as she walked. Reaching the bathroom door, Sophie could almost feel the relief she was about to get when she was able to take her seat on the throne, with her usual smirk on her face, Sophie opened the door.
The smirk quickly fell away however, when before her she saw her sister Emily sat quite comfortably on the toilet, weeing away.
‘Occupied!’ Screeched Emily as she jumped in shock, her flow cutting off suddenly.
Sophie started to dance on the spot, her legs twisting and crossing as her hands grabbed at herself, ‘Oh gosh, Emily please hurry!’
As she recovered from her surprise, Emily had a wicked smile on her face, ‘Why, something wrong? Is the great iron bladder finally ready to spring a leak? Miss never tinkle finally ready to go?’
‘Yes!’ Sophie replied, squatting further down in desperation at each joke from Emily.
Emily laughed, ‘Well what is it you normally tell everyone else? You’ll just have to wait until I’m done…’
Sophie groaned in bladder bursting agony as Emily started to very slowly pee again, the sound was driving her crazy, she couldn’t cross her legs tight enough, grabbing her vagina was doing nothing and her bladder was threatening to explode any second, she had no choice.
She sprinted downstairs, out of the backdoor, into the garden and there behind a bush that was nowhere near big enough to hide her shapely bottom, she did the very thing she had so heavily laughed at the college boys from the night before. She relieved herself somewhere other than a toilet.
And that’s how it was for Sophie for that entire week, her once huge mighty bladder, seemed to have been replaced by a tiny weak thing that could barely hold at all. She hated it, but her friends and family loved it, all taking their turn to get their revenge on her. By the end of the week she seemed resigned to this being her fate now, until one day she came across an advert on her computer, ‘Lou’s massage clinic’ the advert read showing a picture of smiling young blonde woman stood in front of a massage table ‘We specialise in sports injuries, physical rehab, and the bladder.’
Worth a shot, Sophie thought as she clicked on the image. |
Starting a new all female desperation series with the title Reasons She Couldn't Go. This is story one. Enjoy!
Broken toilet
Camille stood at the bus stop with her thighs pressed together hoping the bus would arrive soon. She was tired, hungry, cold and now it was raining. She also needed to use the toilet having had to leave the office in a hurry so she wouldn’t miss the bus. It was due any moment and she hoped she would get a seat despite the fact there was already ten people at the bus stop waiting.
The bus arrived and she climbed on, showing her ticket and looking for a seat. The only one available was next to a much older man who smelled of body odour and looked like he had wore the same clothes for several days. Camille perched herself on the edge of the seat, both legs in the central walkway, one crossed over the top of the other. It was hard to see out the window due to condensation but she knew she had half an hours ride ahead anyway.
Sitting on the edge of the seat wasn’t comfortable but it did serve to put pressure on Camille’s most personal area which helped ease the increasing pressure from her bladder. Being a larger lady though it was cramped so Camille shuffled back a little to give other passengers more room to get up and down the bus. The journey seemed to drag in as Camille curled her toes in her court shoes and once again pressed her thighs together. She tried to recall when she had last visited the ladies but concentrating among the noise and crowd in the bus was hard and the constant patter patter of the rain on the window wasn’t helping one bit. Camille pushed her bottom back against the seat and tightened and squeezed her muscles, covering her crotch with her handbag and pressing her legs together. She thought about what her husband would be cooking for tea when she arrived home and how amazing it would feel to finally pee at home.
Finally Camille pressed the bell to request the bus to stop and concentrating hard she squeezed her throbbing urethra tight shut and disembarked from the bus back into the heavy rain. Walking the half mile to her home Camille day dreamed about getting out of her wet clothes, eating dinner but most of all getting to relax on the toilet. Oh she longed for the latter so badly.
Finally walking down her own garden path Camille could feel the pressure intensify between her curvy thighs. Her body sensed relieve was imminent and Camille moved from foot to foot quite noticeably as she pushed her front door open and rushed in.
She pulled off her wet coat and hung it up, marching on the spot in desperation. Shouting to her husband that she was home she climbed the stairs hurriedly hoping to reach the bathroom in time before she had an accident. Bursting wasn’t the word for it right now as she felt a dribble leak into her full briefs.
Unusually the door was open as Camille approached and she could hear unfamiliar noises...
Camille stood and gasped as she saw a strange man, fully dressed straddling her only toilet! Here she was absolutely desperate to pee, stood at the doorway of her own bathroom but unable to go.
‘Who...who are you?’
‘Hi mam. Your husband called me out late this morning. You have a cracked cistern I am afraid. I have had to take the old one apart and fit a new one. Your husband said to do whatever was necessary mam. I should be finished within the hour.’
Embarrassed, frustrated and even angry Camille rushed downstairs to talk to her husband. She found him, as usual, in the kitchen cooking a freshly made meal for their dinner. It smelt delicious and Camille was hungry but she really needed to use the bathroom first and wanted to know why she hadn’t been told about the plumber. Keeping her voice low so the workman didn’t hear Camille got straight right the point as she leaned firmly with one had on the kitchen worktop and crossed her legs tightly.
‘Michael why didn’t you call me? What’s going on?’
‘I didn’t want to disturb you at work honey! I went upstairs earlier this morning to find water on the bathroom floor. I traced where it was coming from and realised there was a large crack on the toilet cistern. It must have been there a while and we hadn’t noticed. I knew it needed fixed so I called in a plumber. So what was I supposed to do? By the time we’ve had dinner it’ll all be fixed then we can relax. How was your day honey?’
Camille hated anyone knowing her bathroom needs, even her husband. It was unladylike, unprofessional and crude so she tried pretending all was fine.
‘No. No. It’s fine. That smells lovely Michael. Thanks for making it. I’ll just go get changed out of these work clothes and I’ll be back down.’
‘Don’t be long sweetie. I’m just dishing up.’
Camille went back upstairs once again passing the toilet with its open door and beautiful toilet that she couldn’t use. She cringed and moaned softly as her vagina tingled with longing and her face flushed. She went into her bedroom and closed the door for privacy.
Alone, desperate and worried she quickly stripped off her dress, tights and shoes dancing around the room and holding herself between her legs, her hands only just reaching over her curves and full body. The torture of knowing the bathroom was just next door but being unable to access it made tears form in Camille’s eyes. She looked around the room for anything she could pee in but couldn’t find one thing. Even with a hand tight between her thighs she could feel dribbles escaping. She had to wee. She HAD to.
She found a floaty dress and slipped it over her large breasts, pulling it over her stomach and thighs. She didn’t normally change her underwear at this time of day but as her hand was damp she slipped off her knickers and opened her drawer for a fresh pair.As she did so a few warm dribbles ran down Camille’s thigh and down the inside of her leg. She sat on the bed and rocked and rubbed trying to hold back the huge flood in her bladder.
Leaning over to reach for clean pants Camille saw something that caught her attention...sanitary towels! She quickly pulled one out the packet, tore it open, peeled the sticky part and inserted it into her fresh underwear. At least that might protect from the drips and leaks she was now constantly releasing even against her best efforts. As she stood to pull the pants up a much longer spurt shot out between her thighs and landed right on the sanitary towel. Camille pressed her hand hard between her legs and danced around the room but alas another even longer spurt escaped again and Camille could feel the protection damp against her now swollen and red vaginal lips.
If only she could just use the bathroom...NOW...
‘Honey that’s dinner ready!’
Quickly Camille peeled the damp towel out, folding it around itself and pushed it back into the wrapper. She hid it in her knickers drawer before immediately inserting another towel. She just hoped that would be enough to keep any leaks hidden as she tried holding the rest of her bladder’s contents through dinner.
She grabbed herself again and leaned over the edge of the bed with the bed frame wedged between her legs and rocked. Oh she so badly had to urinate...so very badly indeed!
‘On my way honey!’
As Camille lifted her leg back over the bed frame she felt pee pour into the pad more and more. She stood with her legs apart, pulled up her dress and pulled down her underwear as she watched herself pee into her own knickers and sanitary towel. She watched as the towel changed colour as it soaked up her urine then she squeezed hard as she cut the flow, tearing the second towel out and rolling it up like the first, this one much fuller and wetter than the one before.
Frantically she placed a third towel in her knickers and released more until it too was soggy and heavy.
Still very much bursting but at least in a better position to wait she placed a forth clean towel in her pants, pulled her underwear fully up, brushed her dress down and headed downstairs for dinner with her husband.
Throughout dinner Camille squirmed, crossed her legs, pressed her thighs tightly together and swung her legs under the table. Finally the plumber came downstairs, her husband paid and he left.
As her husband saw him off Camille sneaked upstairs, sat on the toilet finally and taking a deep breathe let out the rest of her bladder. It felt heavenly to finally go but before she washed her hands she remembered to collect the three soaking used sanitary towels, binning them first so they would never be seen.
She loved her husband but it didn’t bear thinking about imagining him finding she had wet herself because she couldn’t go to the toilet because it was broken. |
“That's not a very funny joke, Ms. Ancestor,” Yoshida Yuuko - though everyone kept calling her Shamiko lately - was discovering once again that maintaining the proper respect for the lewdly-dressed blonde demon that kept invading her dreams was somewhat difficult.
“It's not a joke. Why do you think demons dress like this? It's not because we're all exhibitionists.” Lilith pinched the bridge of her nose. She'd known her descendant hadn't been introduced to the finer points of demonology but this much should have been obvious. “Let's start over. Magical girls are affiliated with the light and their bodies are heavily attuned to it, you know that much at least, right?”
Getting a nod in return, Lilith continued. “As demons, we're attuned to the darkness and we can transfer that power from our bodies to other things or people. Something as powerful as a horn can make an object like the ancestor totem, but blood is usually enough for most contracts and spells.”
Shamiko froze at those words. “Hang on, that totem is your horn? Does that mean I've been keeping my ancestor's bones next to my bed? Oh God, I'm going to get cursed.”
“You're a demon, you're already cursed. A-ny-way, back to the topic. Bleeding all over the place doesn't exactly work in a fight and it's usually more power than you need. A demon's urine carries a weaker version of the same properties, but since you have a lot more of it to spare, it balances out. With practice, you should be able to use it to animate minions, and since it carries properties of darkness, it can damage magical girls.”
“W-wait, you mean I need to pee on the magical girls?” Shamiko bowed, “I'm sorry Ms. Pervert- I mean Ms. Ancestor, I'm not worthy of these powers, please find a later generation to do this.”
In spite of herself, Lilith blushed. “W-what gave you that idea!? You can just use it to raise golems and plant monsters or to give your weapons a darkness attribute,” Seeing Shamiko calm down, if only slightly, Lilith breathed a sigh of relief. “Anyway, these clothes make it a lot easier, but it helps to be able to go standing up.”
“Ah, Ancestor-san, I think you made a mistake. You'll need to wait until the next generation to find a boy.”
“There's a special technique to do it that we demons have passed down, and I'm going to teach it to you.”
“Eh. I don't need to go at all though. Guess we’ll have to wait for another night,” Shamiko tried to decline, edging her way back to her bed.
“We're in a dream, as long as you can remember something you can make it real in here.” Lilith said, grabbing Shamiko's arm.
“B-b-but peeing in dreams means that you wet the bed in real life!” Shamiko protested, trying to tug her arm free from her ancestor's grip.
“It'll be fine, demons have a lot more control over their dreams than humans do. Now quit whining, this is an essential skill to be a proper demon. You want to lift the curse, right?” At those last words, Lilith could feel Shamiko stop struggling to free her arm. “If you stay there I can demonstrate first, if that will help.”
“E-eh, I’m not sure it would be proper to watch an honored ancestor doing something like that. I’ll just give you some privacy,” Shamiko moved to cover her eyes and turn away.
“I insist.” Lilith said, with a firm grip on her defendant’s cheek.
“So, you want your feet a little ways apart and your clothes to be out of the way,” the elder demon explained, adjusting her stance and pulling the small piece of cloth that preserved her modesty to the side. “It helps if you can see what you're doing, but you need to pull your lips apart and up a little bit.”
“Ah, it would be easier for you to see that, Ms. Ancestor,” Shamiko interjected.
The temperature of the dream somehow seemed to drop as Lilith spoke through her gritted teeth, “I think I just heard something rather impolite. It must have just been my imagination, right?”
“Y-yes, Ms. Ancestor,” Shamiko's voice shook just a little as she carefully avoided looking at her ancestor’s rather flat chest.
“Good. So once you've got everything arranged, you can't just let the pee dribble out or it'll run down your leg. You sort of need to push it out,” To illustrate her point a jet of pale yellow urine sprayed out from her parted lips before falling into the void surrounding the two demons. As expected for someone with as much practice as she’d had, Lilith’s stream travelled a fair distance before breaking up into a slightly yellow rain and falling into the void. Without anything for the pee to splash against, the only sound either of them could hear was the quiet hissing of the urine as it passed from her gates of hell. After a short time Lilith cut off her stream and shook off the few drops that made it onto her hands. “There, now you try.”
With a sigh Shamiko pulled her pajama pants and underwear down to her ankles and tried to imitate the adjustments her ancestor had made. “Like this then?” she asked.
“You'll probably want your pants all the way off, but that ought to work,” the other demon confirmed.
Shamiko kicked the clothes off from around her ankles and bent her knees a bit.
“Let's go on three. One, Two, Three,” Reaching the end of her count, the blonde demon's stream began again with a quiet hiss, no less powerful than before.
Shamiko, on the other hand, was having a bit more trouble. Twisting her face in concentration, she just couldn't seem to make anything come out. “Ah, I really didn't have to go after all.”
“It's a dream. Just try to remember what it feels like to let it out and draw on that. The more you needed to go at the time, the better it will work,” Lilith offered as help, glancing over at her pupil.
'The worst I've ever had to go, huh?' Shamiko remembered the day of her entrance exams, of spending the last hour of the test squirming in her seat, crossing her legs as tightly as possible and finally rushing to the bathroom as fast as her legs could carry her. Once she'd finally reached the bathroom, slammed the door and yanked her tights down as she sat, that absolute bliss of liquid rushing out of her as her bladder finally got the relief it had been denied. As soon as her mind had wandered to that sensation, a second hiss could be heard and another stream of pee sprayed into the void.
“Gah! It's on my hands!” Shamiko yelped; she hadn't been pressing her hands in quite the right places and her stream resembled a sprinkler more than a garden hose. Distracted from the mental image of emptying her bladder, her stream stopped almost as suddenly as it had started.
“There you go. You can keep going as long as you keep that feeling in mind, so just keep trying,” Lilith reassured her.
“But it's all over my legs, and my hands-”
“How many times do we have to go over this? It's a dream. If you think that you're clean, you will be.” The elder demon was starting to dread training Shamiko in interfering with other's dreams. “If you can't control your own dreams what do you think you'll be able to do to anyone else's?”
Trying to push down the sensation of drops of warm water on her legs, Shamiko was thrilled to see them vanish and got back in position to make a second attempt. More easily this time, she focused on the feeling of taking a badly needed pee and began trying to tweak her grip on her nethers. Somehow, she managed to make things even worse than before. Her stream ran down one leg, made a wide spray that somehow hit both legs at once, and even sprayed against her hand and soaked into the hem of her shirt before she found the right spot for her hands.
“It actually worked!” The red-haired demon stared down at the nearly clear stream of pee jetting from between her fingers.
“Time for step two of your training then.” As she spoke, the elder demon pulled on Shamiko's memories of her crowded classroom, manifesting it around the two of them as Shamiko flailed and tried to stop her stream.
“I give up, it’s completely impossible! Please, please find someone else!” she cried as she frantically tried to pull her pants and underwear back up.
“They’re not real people, just shades of them, see?” To illustrate her point Lilith walked over to one of the students and passed her hand completely through his head. “None of them will react to this unless you want them to.”
“No way, I can’t go in front of this many people, even if they aren’t real.” The redhead shook her head emphatically, hands covering the wet patch still present on her pants.
“Fine, I guess we can start somewhere a little easier. Don’t think this has gotten you off the hook, we’re going back there eventually.” As she spoke she drew on a memory of one of the many parks Shamiko had run through recently, placing the pair of demons next to the fountain. “Now, let’s try this again.”
“R-right, thank you, Ms. Ancestor.” Shamiko started moving quickly towards a stand of trees and bushes, only to be held in place by a hand on her shoulder.
“And where do you think you’re going?”
“T-to practice, like you wanted.”
“What part of in public isn’t sinking in? How are you going to be able to go during a fight if you can’t even pee in front of some ghosts?” As she spoke, she dragged her pupil back towards the fountain at the center of the park. “We’re going to practice alright, right here.”
“B-but…”
“Nope, don’t want to hear it. We’re not leaving here until you pee in that fountain.”
Shamiko’s heart raced as she hooked her thumbs around her waistband. Even if the people walking by weren’t real, she could all but feel their eyes on her skin. Screwing her eyes shut, she shoved her pants down to her knees and pushed her hips forward, towards the basin of water in front of her and recalled that feeling from before. She could feel the water inside her moving towards the opening that would let it join the water in the fountain, and waited for a new splashing sound to join the noise from the fountain. And waited.
After what felt like an eternity but couldn’t have been more than a minute, she opened her eyes and looked down to find a conspicuous lack of a stream. Bearing down, she tried to push a stream out but as soon as it came close to leaving her body, something made her back off and hold it inside, some last barricade between her and giving up all dignity.
[“I was serious when I said we’re not leaving here. If you don’t start trying soon, I will wake you up too late for breakfast.”]
“I’m trying, I really am! It just won’t come out.” Shamiko paled at the thought of a morning without anything to eat.
“Well, I guess that’s to be expected. Sometimes the best option is just to get rid of the alternatives.” With a glow of power and a whispered set of words promising madness, Lilith imposed a small measure of her will on the dream’s host. “There, if you can’t go like that there really is something wrong.”
Shamiko’s initial confusion gave way to anxiety and then a desperate scramble to get herself pointed back towards the fountain as she felt a massive pressure build between her legs, a small bulge beginning to protrude below her bellybutton.
“A-aaah not yet, not yet,” she pleaded as one spurt then another forced themselves out from between her legs, the pressure in her bladder overcoming any sense of shame that had prevented her from going before. Finding a grip on her lips while a constant dribble of urine leaked from between them was more of a challenge, but as soon as she managed she surrendered completely to the instincts telling her to release. The instant she did, a spray of urine that put the fountain itself to shame flew in an arc to splash into the basin in front of her. Small droplets from the stream itself were speckling her thighs, and even more from its impact landed on her calves as a small but growing mass of bubbles surrounded its landing point.
“See, no problem! Sometimes you just need to be a bit desperate the first couple of times. N-not that I’d have any reason to know, of course.”
The voice of her mentor jolted her back to… well, not reality, but the wider dream she was in. Even as her cheeks began to burn from the sight of people walking past her, some sitting directly on the other side of the fountain, she knew that she couldn’t stop, no matter how much she wanted to. Her bladder simply wouldn’t give up after getting this taste of freedom. ‘Maybe that’s not the worst thing in the world. None of them can actually remember this.’ There was even something a little bit thrilling about it, like staying out late or getting away with something. Perhaps this was that affinity for evil her ancestor kept talking about? ‘Speaking of…’
“H-hey, what did you do? I thought you were only able to change humans’ dreams?” She asked, carefully avoiding turning to face her ancestor.
“Ehhh, it’s more difficult than normal people, less difficult than Magical Girls. Tweaking sensations is pretty basic enough that it works just fine though.” The older demon looked at the spreading patch of slightly yellow foam in the fountain. “Although I might have overdone it a little this time.”
Shamiko couldn’t help but agree; even after peeing as much as she had, she barely felt half-empty. Tightening the muscles in her stomach slightly, her stream picked up even more force as it rushed out of her and travelled just a bit further across the water. Soon enough the increased rate at which she was emptying her bladder began to slow down again as she finally neared empty. As her stream waned, it began landing on the stone bench that formed the edge of the fountain, and the last few dribbles landed directly in her underwear, but Shamiko couldn’t bring herself to care, nearly falling to her knees at the relief.
“Well, that’s probably good enough for tonight. We’ll need to practice in the real world eventually so you can get used to controlling minions, but it’s a start.” Lilith gave an approving nod as she looked at the large cloud of yellowish water in the fountain. [“I should probably let you get up if you want to get to school on time.”]
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After all of her exhibitionist ancestor's unsettling focus on trying to get Shamiko used to peeing in public, her alarm clock was almost a relief. The very groggy demon rolled over onto her front, only to feel a sharp pressure in her stomach that jolted her the rest of the way awake. The bed may have been dry for now, but between the water she’d had before bed and her ancestor’s meddling, it wasn't going to stay that way for long.
Disentangling herself from her blankets and getting to her feet was a bit more complicated with one hand pressed between her legs, but she could feel a spurt fighting its way to freedom, and knew that her grip was the only thing keeping her pants dry. Every rapid step she took towards the bathroom jostled her overfilled bladder, its contents stretching her lower stomach taut and adding a slight bulge.
[Just a little ways? Small apartment] the desperate demon reached the bathroom door and grabbed at the doorknob with her free hand. Click. 'Huh? It's not turning. M-maybe it's just stuck.' As she frantically rattled the doorknob the bathroom's current occupant called out to her.
“Shamiko? Is that you? You’re up a little early, I’ll be out as soon as I can.” Muffled by the bathroom door and shower curtain, her mother’s voice drifted out to her, along with the sound of spraying water.
The sound of the shower was too much for her bladder to bear and a small spurt of pee managed to leak out, just barely showing on the fabric of her pants and dampening her fingers. She definitely didn't have the time to wait for the bathroom to be empty, and started searching for somewhere, anywhere that she could pee. The garden? 'No way, it's early but there are still people that could walk by.' She’d shown far more to the figments of her dreams last night, but those weren’t actual people. Right?
It would have to be somewhere inside, she decided, and as she looked around the central room of her small home, her eyes fell on the kitchen sink. 'That's... kind of like a toilet, right? Aaaah, but it's also right in the middle of the house! But mom is in the shower and Ryou is still asleep...' Another spurt running down her leg, longer this time, made the decision for her. She would be emptying her bladder very soon one way or another; better for it to be in the sink than in her pants and on the floor.
Unfortunately for her, the kitchen of the apartment wasn't laid out to accommodate a desperate demon trying to use the sink as a urinal - there simply wasn't room for her to either squat on the countertop or sit on the basin itself.
Well, since this problem was caused by her escapades last night, she might as well put her new skill to use. Standing in front of the sink, Shamiko rushed to pull down her pants and underwear before noticing a flaw in her plan. While the countertop was quite low, and may indeed have been below waist level for many people, it was just slightly too high for her.
Muttering the unfortunately familiar curses of her short stature, Shamiko pushed herself up as high as she could on tiptoes. With one hand bracing her weight against the counter and a dribble of pee starting to land on the edge of the sink, she decided that she was close enough and arranged her nethers the way she'd practiced. It was an odd feeling trying to release the hold on her bladder while keeping the rest of her lower body taut, but the pressure inside her was more than enough to overcome any resistance. A jet of pale yellow urine sprayed out and drummed against the opposite wall of the sink, sounding almost like rain on the apartment's sheet metal roof.
After a quick glance over her shoulder to make sure she was still alone, Shamiko took the opportunity to look at her handiwork. It really was working the way it had in the dream, a clear stream spraying out from between her fingers with enough momentum to land a few feet away in front of her, if the sink hadn't been in the way. Sure, it may have been spraying off to one side, but if her other hand were available for aiming she was sure she could correct that, and for now all of her pee was safely contained in the sink. Basking in her relief, Shamiko closed her eyes and let out a sigh. She would have preferred to use the bathroom properly, but she'd finally managed to improve another vital skill for becoming a proper demon.
She was startled out of her thoughts by a change in the sounds around her and a different sort of warmth between her legs. As she relaxed she had allowed herself to slip low enough that her undiminished stream was spraying directly against the edge of the counter, now splashing against her thighs and running down to the floor and her pants.
“Gah! Stop stop stop!” As she panicked and tried to correct her aim, she slipped on the growing puddle on the floor, falling over backwards. With her face turning nearly as red as her hair out of frustration and the effort of trying to stop her stream, Shamiko sat there on the floor in front of the sink. Her stream was still powerful enough to spray in an arc, but not quite forceful enough to spare the pants and underwear around her knees from getting soaked. Without her hands to hold her lips apart her pee was all but impossible to aim, splattering against one thigh and then the other with a small dribble running down her slit to pool around her butt. After at least half a minute, the demon-lady-in-training's desperately needed morning pee came to an end, leaving Shamiko shuddering from the relief and the realization that there wasn't any way to wish away the mess this time. |
One important thing before you start reading: English isn't my first language. Apologies for any mistakes, especially when it comes to grammar and punctuation.
Chapter 1
The Republic has not been at war with anyone for more than a thousand years, thought Triscol. It was only to be expected that the thought of facing one would shake it to its core. And yet… And yet the sheer amount of debate centered around a decision as simple as the creation of a common army baffled him.
The Military Creation Act had been discussed for weeks already, and the end to deliberations — “deliberations”? — wasn’t anywhere in sight. Every session of the Senate looked the same: bickering, squabbles, mutual accusations, complaints, more bickering, recriminations of treason, more squabbles, some new accusations. The Senate is proving the Separatists quite right in their conclusions, he mused, even though he would never dare to say it aloud. The ineptitude of the Republic’s decision-makers was one of Count Dooku’s chief arguments, after all. But for an officer of the Senate Security Force to agree with it could be perceived as treasonous.
Not that many of the senators present wouldn’t concur wholeheartedly.
Some of the representatives believed that to establish a regular army, answering to no one but the Supreme Chancellor himself, would infringe on the sovereignty of the systems constituting the Republic. It would give the government the power to enforce its will against members of the federation in a way that would be unprecedented in the history of the galaxy, they claimed. Over the Galactic Senate itself, perhaps, since equipped with firepower, the executive branch of the Republic could attempt to extend its power beyond the legal limits set upon it. Not that anyone expected such from Chancellor Palpatine… but who could say that none of his successors would ever prove treacherous enough to attempt something like that?
Those supporting the Act claimed these arguments to be irrelevant: some acknowledged that they may well have some merit, others disagreed — but all of them believed that the Republic needs an army to defend its very existence. The Separatists would sooner or later form their own military, they argued, one which they would use to destroy the Republic and replace it with something new, a polity of their own design. The Republic had the right and the obligation to defend itself, they pleaded, and preventive creation of a common military force was required to do so.
Of course, there were also fringe opinions. Some believed that the Separatist systems had the moral right to secede from the Republic, and that the Republic had no reason to expect any aggression from them, thus making the Military Creation Act utterly unnecessary. Others concluded that a better solution would be to strengthen local security forces — planetary armies and fleets belonging to its member systems — thus providing the Republic with necessary firepower while avoiding appearing threatening to the worlds leaving the federation. Yet another group agreed that the emerging Independent Systems were a possible threat, yet thought that creating a standing military, or even enhancing regional fleets, would only exacerbate the tensions, leading to a conflict between the two.
The senator of Naboo — Triscol’s charge — was firmly in that last camp.
Padmé Amidala, the rising star of galactic politics, argued that the only thing the Military Creation Act would achieve would be to provoke the secessionists into a war, giving them a reason to create their own armed forces. The former queen of Naboo was one of the staunchest opponents of the Act, making her voice heard high and wide, quickly becoming the face of the more conservative faction of the Senate.
Triscol grimaced. Guarding one of the most well-known politicians in the galaxy was never a pleasant duty… and it was even less pleasant than usual when this politician happened to be one Padmé Amidala Naberrie of Naboo. The stubborn young woman was not an unpleasant person herself, no. For the most part, she was friendly with her staff, generous with stipends and dispensations. What she was beside that, unfortunately, was someone who seemed to actively dislike concerning herself with matters of her own safety. Before the Senate Security Act had passed a month before, the senator was guarded by a small detachment of Naboo Security Forces — so small, in fact, that it had consisted of precisely one soldier. Triscol had once thought it to be negligence on part of the Naboo. Perhaps the former queen was less liked on her home planet that it was commonly said, he once wondered, perhaps they didn’t care much about her safety. Or maybe they were simply incompetent, however improbable that was.
He was quickly forced to change this view. When the Senate Security Force took over in all matters concerning the security of the representatives, Padmé Amidala had firmly argued against most of the measures they were intending to implement. Why would she need a detachment of starfighters accompanying her on her every journey, she contested. Why a task force of guards to follow her everywhere, and another force to protect her apartments? She never had any need of being surrounded by a small army, why would she need it now? The commander of the Security Force had even appealed to Chancellor Palpatine himself to convince the young senator to allow the officers to do their duty… not that it had mattered in the end. The senator managed to get her way and limit her security to far below what Triscol considered an acceptable level.
And now, when most of the senators present were surrounded by no less than four guards, not counting their aides, the senator Amidala’s floating platform carried precisely three people: the senator herself, one of her handmaidens — a girl called Moteé — and officer Triscol Ullmak, her one and only personal guard.
The senator was sitting calmly in her chair, sipping some sort of drink provided by a serving droid, her attention seemingly focused on the speech delivered by one senator Mon Mothma of Bormea. Her elaborate gown was similar to the ones she wore during her time as a queen — Triscol had seen her once on the holonet, delivering a speech on issues between Naboo and some commerce cartel — though still somewhat less sophisticated. Her face wasn’t painted now as well, neither was her hair styled ornately, instead flowing loosely down her back.
Her handmaiden, Moteé, wore an elaborate dress as well, even though much less so than the former queen’s. She didn’t seem to be paying much attention to the speech, quite the opposite: the girl appeared utterly bored. Triscol understood that; even he, having an interest in politics, hardly cared about the speeches anymore, not since they turned utterly predictable — and that was weeks ago. Give him the name of a senator, any name, Triscol would describe his views on the Act. If the girl cared little about the matter beforehand, listening to them all arguing was certainly a chore for her.
Curiously enough, Moteé seemed also noticeably more restless than senator Amidala. While the senator sat almost motionless, only occasionally adjusting her position, Moteé seemed to be virtually squirming in her chair. Glancing at an empty glass on the table in front of her, Triscol didn’t have difficulty understanding why. A session of the Senate usually lasted between an hour and two hours, though they could get much shorter or much longer, depending on the topic. The floating platforms senators were using were just that — platforms, certainly not containing any utilities, much less a refresher. A senator could direct their platform to land and then go visit the fresher whenever they wanted, of course… but Amidala had yet to do that during his time with her, seemingly content to continue outwaiting the sessions. Her handmaiden seemed to be less capable of doing so, even during shorter sessions, often starting to act impatient whenever they passed the one hour mark.
And this session had lasted more than three hours already.
The difference between Amidala’s and her aide’s behavior was even more apparent considering how similar their looks were. Back when he started working with her, Triscol was somewhat surprised to notice that both the senator and all of her handmaidens looked very alike; it took him an embarrassing amount of time to determine that Amidala used her handmaidens not only to act as her aides but also as her doubles, whenever a situation arose that required it. Both Padmé and Moteé were brown-haired, both wore their hair long and loose, both were rather short and slim, both had brown eyes and similar facial features. Triscol supposed that it would be easy to mistake one for the other, especially if they swapped their gowns and made the handmaiden wear the more elaborate one. Unless, of course, someone were to compare their bladders, he snickered in his thoughts.
As if reading his mind, one the serving droids flying around the hall approached their platform, emitting a string of beeps in binary.
“Yes, we do, thank you. Caf, please,” said the senator.
The machine beeped out something that sounded like an inquiry.
“Yes, I prefer it in a mug,” was the answer.
The serving droid moved closer to the table, extending one of its dispensers… then paused and vocalized a few disapproving noises. The senator’s mug was grabbed by one of the manipulators, quickly to be replaced by another, this one clean. The dispenser quickly started filling it with black caf, without sugar or blue milk. The machine seemed to be quite aware of Amidala’s preferences. Quite surprising, thought Triscol, considering that she’s a senator not much longer than five months. On the other hand, the senator did seem to be fond of caf, usually requesting a new cup immediately after finishing the previous one — seemingly often enough to catch the attention of the serving droids.
Once the senator’s caf was finished, the droid turned towards Triscol, beeping a similar question towards him.
“No, thank you,” he shook his head.
“I thought most security officers liked caf,” said Amidala, turning her head towards him, her expression curious. “But I haven’t seen you ever drink it, not once.”
“Most do,” Triscol confirmed. “But I don’t need caf to stay awake. And I don’t like the taste,” he added.
The senator opened her mouth to answer, then turned towards Moteé and the serving droid, now hovering near the girl. The droid was making increasingly distressed noises.
“No, thank you,” the handmaiden was saying, repeating herself. She sounded annoyed. “I know I requested it, but I’ve changed my mind, thank you.”
The droid beeped, somehow managing to convey disappointment.
“What did you request?” asked Amidala, raising an eyebrow.
“Meiloorun juice. I asked for it to be added to the menu, yesterday,” said Moteé.
Droid emitted a few accusing sounds.
“I have tried it! I drank three glasses of it, I’m not thirsty anymore,” argued Moteé.
“You’re making him sad,” said Amidala, laughing.
“I don’t need to drink anything more, thank you,” said Moteé, a commanding note entering her voice.
The serving droid seemed to get the message, turning and floating away. It did, however, pause a few meters away from them, turning around and vocalizing a few angry beeps in their direction, before finally moving to serve someone else at another platform. Droids were often allowed more leeway than organic personnel, the Galactic Senate was not an exception.
The senator laughed again, before looking at Moteé for a moment. She seemed to notice how fidgety her handmaiden was and grasp the reason in short order.
“If you wish, I can bring the platform down. Then we can all take a break…” started Amidala.
“No, that won’t be necessary, my lady,” answered Moteé, glancing at Triscol. Her cheeks seemed to redden slightly.
“As you wish,” said the senator, some amusement present in her voice. “For what it’s worth, I think this session will be over soon.”
“Thank you,” said Moteé, still sounding annoyed.
Triscol wasn’t nearly as certain as the senator was. The session would last until the Chancellor would decide that it’s time to for it to end — and Chancellor Palpatine tended to be rather unpredictable when it came to that. Still, three hours were already far above average, and the senator had more experience than Triscol when it came to such things. Thinking on that, the Chancellor himself didn’t seem to be present in the hall. His platform was parked at its pad, the man nowhere to be seen. Perhaps he had some other matter to attend to… Or maybe he just went to visit the refresher, the officer thought, amused once again.
Amidala had already shifted her attention back to the speaker — this time one of the Mon Calamari senators — casually sipping her caf, seemingly infinitely patient. Moteé, on the other hand, seemed to slowly run out of patience as the time passed. Ten minutes after the serving droid left she was incessantly tapping her foot on the floor in a fast rhythm. Thirty minutes, and she was sitting bend forward and moving her crossed legs right and left. Though at that point even the senator was sitting with her legs crossed, Triscol noted. One of the many reasons he didn’t like to drink caf was to avoid finding himself in a situation like theirs.
Triscol started to wonder when — if the session wouldn’t end soon — Amidala would decide to bring the platform down and visit the refresher. If she hadn’t forgotten about her handmaiden, it would probably be sooner rather than later. If she had — which she well might had, considering that she seemed to be somehow paying attention to the discussion — then it would be when her own need would grow more dire. Force only known when that is going to happen, he thought. For the entire month he had worked with her, when he accompanied her all the time she was out of her apartments, he had not once seen her visit the refresher. For all her slim frame, the woman seemed to be equipped with a bladder noticeably above average.
Probably a useful trait for a politician.
Or she was maybe as shy as Moteé when it came to her bodily needs. The handmaiden, while less resistant to refusing the nature’s call than the senator, was usually very unwilling to openly admit her urge to relieve herself, even if she was outright desperate… like today. She often tried to catch the senator’s attention, obviously hoping for Amidala to notice her state — but she had never asked for a leave to go up front. And whenever she had noticed that Triscol was aware of her predicament, her cheeks turned red and she averted her eyes. The officer wondered whether Naboo had some sort of cultural taboo regarding these matters. He became curious what it would take for Moteé to break it. Or for the senator herself, a voice whispered in the back of his mind.
Triscol glanced casually at the handmaiden, watching her for a moment. The girl certainly did seem to be at the end of her tether. Rocking back and forth in her seat, she was biting her lip and seemingly not paying the slightest bit attention to anything else than keeping her pee inside her body. Her face was tense and her legs were double-crossed, her dress clinging tightly to her sweating body. The officer quickly averted his eyes, forcing himself to hope that the session would end soon, for the handmaiden’s sake.
Surprisingly, it actually did.
Chancellor Palpatine had seemingly returned to the hall, as his platform was slowly rising above the floor and moving towards the center of the hall. The current speaker seemed to notice that, as he paused in the middle of his speech. It took only a minute for the platform to reach its place by the ceiling.
“Honored senators! Citizens of the galaxy!” the Chancellor’s voice reverberated, artificially amplified. “The issues and problems that have been discussed at this session of the Galactic Senate are of importance. They are vital to the well-being of the Republic and peace within it. In some of those matters we have achieved consensus, in others, different views battle still. The day has been trying and long for all of us. Let us continue our work tomorrow, after rest clears our minds and reconciles feuding spirits. I hereby declare this session of the Galactic Senate to be closed!”
A short — if unexpectedly enthusiastic — applause sounded around the hall. The announcement was surprisingly brief, Triscol observed as their platform slowly started to float towards the ground, atypically brief for Palpatine’s style. Still, it was not his business to analyze the Supreme Chancellor’s decisions, he thought, picking up his things from the table and raising from his chair. The senator was doing the same, with the help of her handmaiden-
Well, maybe without her help, Triskol corrected himself. Moteé didn’t seem interested in assisting Amidala. Instead, she was standing by the gate of the platform, her legs pressed tightly against each other, her hands on her thighs, a layer of sweat covering her face. The officer was somewhat used to seeing her when the girl was clearly needing to pee, but that… that certainly was an entirely another level. The girl didn’t look as if she was just desperate to relieve herself, she looked as if she was on the verge of wetting herself where she stood.
“Well, today’s done,” said Amidala, picking up her datapad and glancing at Triskol. “Well, not exactly done, there’s still dinner with senator Bel Iblis at seven — but mostly done. At last,” she said, then sighed.
The senator passed Moteé by without looking at her, then opened the gate and left the platform, directing her steps to the door of the hall. Triskol knew he ought to follow her immediately… and yet he chose to indicate for the handmaiden to go before him, feeling that she might well not have even notice Amidala leaving. A well-justified feeling, considering that he had to repeat the gesture before she had noticed it, glancing at him for a second, then quickly looking around, her face as red as a tomato. She did quickly move out of the platform, half-walking, half-running in the senator’s trail, with the officer following after them.
Moteé had slowed down as she caught up to the senator, changing her half-run into a strange, fast gait composed of small steps. She kept her legs close together while walking, rubbing them against each other with every step, her hands still pressed tightly against her thighs. She wasn’t talking with either of the companions, which was quite unusual for her — most of the time, the handmaiden started chatting with the senator immediately after the Senate’s session had ended. Amidala didn’t seem to be concerned about the unusual silence, perhaps not even noticing it — she certainly did look as if she was lost in her thoughts. That, on the other hand, was increasingly common for her: with every session the Senate looking the same, the senator seemed to grow angrier with the direction the discussion seemed to be taking. She didn’t seem intent on talking with either of her companions as well, paying little attention to them, to Moteé’s presumed chagrin. Triscol wondered if she was going to break the (possible) taboo and ask the senator for a leave to visit the refresher. Or maybe she was going to try and hold it longer, until they reached Amidala’s apartments in the Senate Apartment Complex? He wondered whether she was even capable of doing the latter. And yet… and yet there was a tinge of excitement he felt at the thought of the pretty girl deciding to hold it longer, defying her bladder and her desperate need.
Then the group had passed the doors to the refreshers on their way to the exit, and Moteé hadn’t said a single word about needing to visit one. She did slow down, she did turn her head in the direction of the refreshers, she did press her hands even more tightly against her thighs… but then she had walked past them, without saying anything. Clearly, Moteé did intend to suffer through thirty or more minutes of travel to the senator’s apartments. She must be amazingly determined not to be upfront about that, thought Triscol. And then a thought occurred to him: was it just because she didn’t want to mention her need to Amidala… or perhaps because she didn’t want to mention it while he was in the hearing range?
“Senator Amidala,” a voice called from behind them, interrupting his musings.
The senator and Triscol both turned around, Moteé noticeably slower to react. Hurrying after them was a young man, bearded, clearly breathless.
“Senator Bel Iblis,” said Amidala, smiling at the man. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“I’m here merely to pass you an invitation from the Chancellor,” the man said. “He urges you to meet him in his office, as soon as convenient.”
Amidala frowned.
“Is it about the Military Creation Act?” she asked, though it sounded like a rhetorical question.
“I haven’t got the slightest what it’s about, senator,” Bel Iblis said, shrugging. “The Chancellor has seen fit to use me in a role of an errand boy, nothing more.”
“Maybe the matter is genuinely urgent,” she commented. “I’m on my way, thank you for notifying me.”
“My pleasure,” Bel Iblis bowed. He stared at Moteé for a moment, his brows furrowing, before shrugging and walking away.
“And so it seems our day’s not over yet,” said Amidala, sighing. “Moteé, do you know where are my-” She paused. “Moteé?”
Moteé was standing with her legs crossed, her hands by her sides, still desperately digging into her thighs. Her expression was strikingly tense, beads of sweat dripping from her face and disappearing in her cleavage. She was biting her lip and seemed to be barely paying attention to anything going on around her. Amidala kept looking at the girl, her eyes widening slowly.
“Oh, dear,” said Amidala, “I think I won’t require your presence at the meeting with the Chancellor. Feel free to spend your time as you wish, wait for us at the lobby,” she continued.
“Of — of course, your highness,” Moteé stuttered, turning around and breaking into a run in the direction of the freshers.
“By the Force!” the senator muttered under her breath, her face growing red. Have I been right about the taboo?, wondered Triscol. “Well, we ought to be on our way,” the senator said loudly, raising her head and walking in the direction of the closest turbolift. After a few steps, she paused. “Though I’m not sure your presence is required either, officer?” she half-asked, half-stated, her voice hesitant.
“I have no issue with accompanying you, senator,” Triscol said plainly.
“Of course not,” said the senator, blushing slightly.
The journey to the topmost floor of the building took them a few minutes — the Senate Rotunda was by no means a small building, even in the titanic scale of Coruscant. The Chancellor’s office was located at the apex of the dome, directly above the Senate Chamber. The receptionist at the lobby was seemingly expecting them, as they were invited into the office without any further delay: an utterly strange thing, in Triscol’s experience. He had never before visited the Supreme Chancellor’s office; he had, however, often visited offices of various senators, accompanying numerous officials he had been charged to protect throughout his career. He and his charges were almost always required to wait at least a few minutes before being allowed to enter. It seemed to be a custom in the politics of the capital to have the visitors linger in the foyer for some time. Chancellor Palpatine either wasn’t aware of it or was consciously ignoring it.
The office itself was round, with its walls painted dark red, empty of any decorations and adornments. There were only a few pieces of the furniture present: a long plasteel table in the middle of the room, a set of comfortable chairs in front of it, a single — and simple — chair behind it, in that chair — the Chancellor himself.
Sheev Palpatine was not a young man by any measure. His grey hair was kept short and tidy, his beard cleanly shaven, his face lined with wrinkles. Triscol didn’t know the Chancellor very well — he had seen him a few times, some of them even up close, but he had never spent any longer amount of time in his presence. He knew him better by his reputation: that of an honest man, trustworthy, dedicated to his job, loyal to the Republic and protective of it — in a word, a more than welcome replacement for the previous Chancellor, Finis Valorum.
Padmé Amidala seemed to be more familiar with the man, judging from a genuine smile she greeted him with. Not a surprise, thought Triscol, both of them hail from Naboo. Wasn’t Palpatine the sector’s senator before Amidala?
“Chancellor Palpatine,” she said, nodding to him.
“Senator Padmé,” the Chancellor said, raising from his seat, gesturing the senator to one of the chairs at the other side of the table. No such gesture for Triscol; the officer guessed that he was meant to remain standing. He took his place by the door of the room.
“I have received grave news from Alderaan,” said Palpatine, sitting back, “A riot has happened, in front of the local liaison’s office on the planet. It is happening in this very moment, in fact.”
“A riot?” echoed Amidala, sounding confused.
“Proclaiming secession from the Republic,” said Palpatine gravely.
“But…” started Amidala. “I wasn’t aware that there were any Separatist tendencies in any of the Core worlds.”
“Neither was I, neither was I,” said Palpatine. “Senator Organa has already left for Alderaan, both to investigate the situation and to attempt to defuse the tensions. It occurred to me that you would be able to assist him in both of these tasks — if you’re willing to, of course.”
“I am,” said Amidala. “I’ve visited Alderaan many times before, though more often as queen than as a senator. I’ve known both Bail Organa and Queen Breha for many years. If I can help in stopping violence from occurring, I certainly will.”
“Excellent”, said Palpatine, a genuine smile appearing on his face. “If you will allow me to arrange for transportation…”
“I have a J-type cruiser with me on Coruscant,” Amidala said. “I can have it ready to launch in three hours, I think.”
“Three hours is too long,” said Palpatine firmly. “Not to mention that the journey would take almost twelve hours on a J-type, if my memory serves. I believe I can find something more up to the task, if you’ll allow me.” He continued scrolling on his datapad.
“Supreme Chancellor, if I may…” began Triscol, stepping forward from his place by the door.
“Ah! An YT-2400 freighter, Chipper, is scheduled to launch in half an hour, from the Docking Bay 84. It’s chartered by the Senate for a transport of… Tibanna gas, according to the manifest. It’s also equipped with a modified hyperdrive, allowing it to make the journey in less than eight hours. Though the conditions might not be fit for a senator, I think. If you prefer your own ship…”
“The conditions won’t be an issue,” said the senator. “Time very much is.”
“Senator, traveling onboard an unarmed freighter isn’t safe,” insisted Triscol.
“Nonsense,” said Palpatine. “Even in these troubled times, the Core remains perfectly safe for interstellar travel.”
“The Chancellor is correct,” agreed Amidala. “We’re far from any worlds controlled by the Separatists. There will be no danger to me, not while we’re in space.”
“Separatists aren’t the only threat”, said Triscol. “There are also pirates and slavers. Not to mention any personal enemies who would wish you harm, senator.”
“Pirate attacks are almost unheard of in this part of the galaxy,” said Amidala, a commanding tone entering her voice. “I thank you for your opinion, officer, but I’ve made my decision already.”
Triscol hesitated for a moment, then nodded, moving back a few steps.
“Thank you, senator,” said Palpatine, relief evident in his voice. “It’s always a pleasure to work with someone as dedicated as you are. I will communicate with the captain and ask him to wait for you.”
“No need — we can make it in time, easily. Just inform him that we’ll be joining him” said Amidala, getting up from her chair. “Though we shouldn’t tarry. If that’s all, we will be on our way.”
“Again, I thank you,” said Palpatine, standing up as well. “Have a pleasant journey, senator.”
Triscol joined Amidala on her way out.
“Half an hour might not be enough to get to the Spaceport,” he told her.
“We will get there in time,” the senator said. “An airspeeder will take no more than twenty minutes. We just need to collect Moteé and we will be on our way.”
They got back to the ground floor and entered the lobby, where the handmaiden was waiting for them. Her face was still noticeably redder than usual, yet her expression and posture weren’t anywhere as tense as they were before, Triscol observed.
“A change of plans,” Amidala told her, “We’re going to Alderaan, our ship launches in thirty minutes.”
The group left the building through the main exit, directing their steps to the airspeeder stands nearby.
Author's Note
Yes, the refreshers on that ship are going to be broken. 😉 But that will be in the next chapter. Which I will finish and publish Force knows when. Currently have just 600 words of it written, out of expected seven thousand. (I plan to have five chapters total, in case anyone's curious.) |
Reasons she couldn’t go: Locked door
Ishami stepped out her Audi with an air of authority about her. As personnel manager she was used to being obeyed and took control easily. Smart, professional, focussed and pig minded she was equally hated and respected by those she worked with. She walking into the unfamiliar building as if she owned it, creating a presence wherever she went.
Ishami coughed impatiently at the young receptionist as she ended a call.
‘Hi, can I help you?’
‘About time! Yes you CAN help me by letting me through right now! Don’t you know who I am?’
‘Sorry mam! Do you have your lanyard ID please?’
‘Oh for goodness sake! Here!’
Isami did at least call back a brief thanks as she pushed open the door and followed the signs for boardroom 1. The hallway was broad and long but Ishami was single minded and pushed down the handle of boardroom 1 and walked in confidently, her heels clicking on the tiled floor. She set to work right away setting up her laptop and connecting it to the projector on the table, using the internal phone to book refreshments and jugs of iced water and running through her slides to make sure everything was perfect.
Before long the rest of her colleagues arrived, chatting, shaking hands and greeting each other. Ishami had already poured herself a large iced water and had drank half of it before the others arrived and now set about pouring herself some juice as she opened a window slightly to let in some cool air.
Ishami called everyone to sit down and started the meeting by welcoming everyone and explaining the agenda which had been sent by email previously and was unfortunately longer than hoped as others had added important discussion points in that last few days. Ever the thorough and strong leader Ishami had allowed the amendments and intended to make everything clear before the meeting ended. She went through the fire arrangements and added that since the room was only booked for three hours and they had a lot to get through that unfortunately there would be no official break but that people could slip out in an emergency.
As chair Ishami opened the meeting and preceded to work through every point in the agenda presenting slides, allowing presentations from others and issuing hand out when necessary, all the time sipping water and juice to keep her voice from drying out. Charismatic, enthusiastic and strict Ishami found leading and presenting natural though she did have a tendency to talk more than perhaps necessary. Water, juice and small cakes were consumed freely as everyone paid attention dutifully to both Ishami and anyone else speaking. It wasn’t until over an hour and a half into the meeting that anyone dared slip out and the look from Ishami said it all. Whilst she had verbally said it was ok to do so her mannerism and control very much hinted that it was shunned, thought by two hours in another two had briefly slipped out too and quietly came back in without disturbing the flow.
Ishami drew a look of disgust at the latest person to leave though this time with more than a hint of jealousy as she would happily have slipped out herself had it been possible. She looked at the three glasses now empty in front of her and tapped her foot under the large table. Another colleague was giving a regional update and Ishami crossed her ankles under her large chair at the head of the table and tapped her toes on the floor. She longed to cross her legs but with a tight suit dress on and thin flesh tights this wasn’t practical or possible so she did what she could to help her body hold what was an ever growing amount of liquid in her bladder.
The last hour of the board meeting dragged in for Ishami who regretted not finding or using the toilets before starting the meeting. She’d been too focussed on getting everything set up perfectly she hadn’t even thought to ask the receptionist where they were though she vaguely recalled perhaps seeing some on the long hallway. Ishami tried drawing the long meeting to a close as her body fought inside her, her fitted dress feeling tight and her vagina wet and throbbing. The only outward sign of her need though being a slight restlessness in her seat and the tapping of her shoes on the floor.
‘And finally any other business?’
Ishami breathed a sigh of relief when after a minutes silence it appeared that nothing more needed discussed and so she summarised the outline of the meeting and assured everyone that minutes would be with them within the week and that she would subsequently be checking on all points raised and actions required. She dismissed the meeting hoping all those in attendance would leave quickly so she could find a ladies. Determined to remain professional she unplugged her laptop from the projector, tidied away her notes and closed and put away her computer. All the while her body pushing, yearning and pleading to be released from the burden of her over full bladder which ached for relief.
Normally Ishami hated leaving a board meeting first but today her colleagues were lingering and chatting more than she could bear so she made her apologies and excuses and headed with her bag to find the toilets urgently. Knowing most, if not all, of those in the meeting had used them during the long three hours she had chaired the meeting she assumed they had to be nearby. She scanned every room as her body fought to hold back the flood inside her, taking fast but cautious steps and moving continuously.
Finally she found the toilet and pushed the door.
Locked.
She tried again. Nothing.
Then she noticed a fob on the door. Damn it needed a code!
She moved from foot to foot on the carpet furiously as her urethra threatened to burst. Just then two colleagues from the meeting came down chatting and laughing. Ishami longed to ask them where they had used the toilet and if they knew the code but felt far too embarrassed having had a go at both during the meeting earlier. She pretended to talk on her phone as they walked past as she continued to pad from foot to foot and squeeze her thighs tightly. The tingling was so strong Ishami longed to hold herself as she bent slightly forward as another urgent wave hit.
Then another delegate from the meeting walked towards her, someone Ishami respected and who had a similar work ethic to herself. Ishami bit her lip, feeling her face redden with embarrassment as she quietly mustered the courage to talk to Marcella as she past.
‘Emmm. Marcella, you ummmm don’t happen to know the code for the toilet do you? I noticed you slip out earlier and I was emmm...just wondering?’
‘Oh wait a minute. I put it somewhere when the receptionist gave me it when I signed in. Did she not give you it too?’
Ishami thought back to how rude she had been to the receptionist and her anger at not being given the toilet code made her frustrated and flustered.
‘Emmm I can’t recall it. If you have it handy that would be great.’
Marcella rummaged through her bag as Ishami tried valiantly to hide how badly she needed to urinate. She had an image to keep up, a professional demeanour, a stance that couldn’t be harmed. Yet the pressure between her legs was now relentless as she pulled one foot over the other and bent forward a little.
‘Sorry Ishami I seem to have lost it. I’m sure reception will let you have it though?’
Marcella walked on leaving Ishami standing outside the locked door sweating.
Ishami power walked behind Marcella clenching her teeth and tightening her kegal muscles as much as she possibly could. As she pushed the swing door that lead to reception Ishami could hear the young receptionist once again on the phone. This time she felt it wrong and unfair to interrupt her despite being minutes from peeing herself.
The receptionist looked up at Ishami with caution in her eyes but continued talking. Ishami curled her toes in her high heels shoes and shifted from foot to foot, sweating and anxious. The receptionist held two fingers up to signal she would be with Ishami in two minutes as the professional Indian lady paced and looked around frantically for a ladies.
Tears formed at the back of Ishami’s eyes as still the receptionist continued her phone call. She took a step nearer the counter and placed a hand on it leaning against it as she tensed every muscle possible. The pressure was now unbearable as a dribble leaked into her lace trim knickers. In absolute desperation Ishami rummaged in her bag for paper and pen and scribbled a note.
‘Do you have the code for the bathroom please. It’s urgent!’
The receptionist looked at the note and smiled sarcastically at Ishami who by now could not even stand still such was her need. After what felt like an eternity she was finally handed a card with the code and Ishami rushed through the swing doors and along the corridor to the toilet as more and more colleagues headed the opposite direction.
‘Did you forget something Ishami?’
But Ishama couldn’t answer. She could hardly dare breathe as she felt more wetness in her knickers as her body could hold back no longer. As she stood outside the bathroom, colleagues looking on in wonder and her hand sweating trying to key in the code a loud whoosh caught the attention of everyone in the corridor as urine gushed down Ishami’s leg soaking her fitted dress, thin flesh tights and splashing in her high heeled shoes.
With eyes glued on her Ishami pushed the door open and stood inside leaning back on the closed door frozen in embarrassment as shame.
Smart, professional, focussed and pig minded she may be but here she was absolutely drenched in her own warm urine all because she could go to the toilet due to a locked door. |
The First Date
Jadian and Nico stood together at Jadian’s locker talking and holding each other’s hands. They were talking about the movie they were going to see together after school, just the two of them, so a first date. They were going to see Avengers Endgame, the new and last avengers.
Jadian was excited, with the movie being long(3h 2m) it was a perfect time for a hold. Ever since his last accident and getting together with Nico, Nico would make sure Jadian went to the bathroom every chance he got so he wouldn’t have another accident. While Jadian loved Nico and didn’t want to have another accident he missed his holds.
Even though holding was fun, Jadian hated having accidents. He never planned one but unfortunately, they happen a lot. That's why today, even though he planned a hold he was wearing light blue ripped jeans. He was well aware if his hold turned out in an accident it would be painfully obvious. He should have worn black pants like Nico just in case, but he hoped that since the light blue ripped jeans would show his accident obviously it would scare him out of having an accident.
Jadian also was wearing white briefs. He normally didn't wear briefs before but ever since his last accident, when Nico gave him his briefs, he loved them. He even went out and bought a pack which is why he's wearing white briefs right now when Nico’s were black. Jadian also knew his white briefs would show an accident painfully obvious if he had one, but that wasn't a plan so he didn't care.
“We should go do the bathroom first” Nico said. This woke Jadian up from a daydream he was having about his hold. Jadian likes Nico but since he hasn’t seen most of the Avengers movies, Nico was telling him all about them. ”Sorry, what?” Jadian asked. Nico looked at Jadian with a caring look and put his hand on Jadian’s shoulder, ”I don't want you to have another accident, so let's go to the bathroom”. Jadian nodded and they both walked, hand in hand to the bathroom.
When they got to the bathroom they both went in. Both stalls where taken so Jadian and Nico had to both use the urinals. Jadian turned around to see Nico already peeing and walk over to the urinal next to him. Jadian pulled out his junk and started to pee. He turned red when he noticed Nico looking over at him. Nico leaned over and whispered in Jadian’s ear ”so you liked my briefs that much, you bought your own?!”. They both laughed as Jadian looked and saw the Nico was wearing light blue briefs.
Once Jadian and Nico were done they both washed their hands and exited the bathroom. They then walked out to their school’s parking lot to find Nico’s car. Even though Jadian was older than Nico by a few months, he still couldn't drive yet. As they walked they talked about their upcoming date.
They found Nico’s car, an old silver civic with black cloth interior. Jadian and Nico both got in and made their way to the movie theater. On the way, they talked about how they thought the movie could end.
After both had said their theory on the ending, they moved on to talking about upcoming Basketball games. Nico was careful not to mention Jadian’s accident as he was not sure how he would react.
After about 45 minutes they arrived at the theater. They both got out and walked hand in hand to the movie theater. Nico even held the door open for his boyfriend, Jadian. Once inside the scanned their tickets in and went to buy concessions.
They were lucky as the concession line was empty for a Friday night, it looked like it was a smart move to buy the tickets for right after school. When they got to the front Nico order a medium coke and a medium popcorn as he knew the movie was long and he didn't want to have any bathroom breaks and miss the movie. However, Jadian was ready for his hold and ordered an extra-large diet coke and a large popcorn. ”Are you sure, Jadian, it's a really long movie?” Nico said as he put a hand on Jadian’s shoulder. ”I’ll be fine, Nico” Jadian snapped. Nico was hurt and removed his hand but he understood why Jadian snapped, he knew what he was doing.
They got their concessions and went to find there theater and seats. They were in theater number seven and in the very back row. As they claimed the stairs to their seats they looked around and saw that the theater was practically full, they even had to scoot by people to get to their seats. As they took there seats the movie started, and Jadian’s hand found its way into Nico’s.
Jadian and Nico watched the movie intensely as it started. Jadian crossed his legs at first but I crossed them soon after. Nico noticed this and was glad to see him uncross them as he probably didn't have to pee. The movie was going fine with Jadian as his bladder didn't show any need yet but they still had a long whole to go.
Half an hour into the movie and Jadian found the movie more interesting then he thought he would, and before he knew it half his drink and popcorn was gone. He was already starting to have to pee so Jadian slowed down on the popcorn and soda and crossed his legs just in case. Nico noticed this and hoped Jadian didn't have to do what he thought he had to, so much for his earlier thought.
Jadian tried to focus on the movie and I worked for another hour but as he finished his coke he was brought back to reality. Jadian’s bladder was starting to get uncomfortable and he looked over at Nico to ask how much longer. ”Over an hour left” Nico whispered onto Jadian’s ear ”you don't have to go to the bathroom, do you”? Jadian turned red and said ”No!” as he turned back in his seat. As he was turning he saw Nico had also finished his soda and popcorn.
Jadian knew he should stop drinking but he got super thirsty and finished his soda. Nico hear him finish it and looked at Jadian with a concerned look wondering how he didn't have to pee, he got a bigger soda then him and Nico was starting to have to pee he couldn't imagine Jadian’s and on top of the Nico was slightly taller then Jadian so his bladder was probably bigger.
After 20 more minutes, Jadian was really starting to feel his bladder. He tried to focus on the movie but he had to pee so bad he couldn't. He crossed his legs tighter determined not to have an accident and hold it till the movie ended.
But that seemed almost impossible after five minutes when a wave of desperation hit him. He started squirming in his seat, Nico noticed but decided to not say anything about it as he remembered how Jadian snapped on him about the extra-large soda.
Jadian managed not to leak and hold it for the next 45 minutes. With about 20 minutes left(according to Nico) Jadian was starting to think he could do this. Unfortunately, this didn't last for long as another wave hit him and this time he leaked a little. He could tell his jeans were fine and only his briefs were now wet. Jadian put a hand in his lap and secretly held himself. As he likes holding he was pretty good at secretly holding himself.
He watched as the heroes won but at a huge cost. He couldn't help but to think of the cost he might have to pay soon. He was on the edge of bursting and was about to have an accident but he was still determined to hold it till the movie ended.
Nico was amazed, Jadian almost made it. Nico was sure Jadian had to pee and just wouldn't say anything due to all his squirming and crossing his legs. At one point Nico even noticed Jadian holding himself, Jadian probably thought no one saw but Nico saw it clearly, even though they just started dating, Nico knew his boyfriend.
The movie ended and Jadian jumped up out of his seat before the lights even turned on. Jadian was glad the lights were still off as his bladder wasn't read for the sudden movement and leaked. He had to grab himself and bend over to stop it. The lights turned on forcing Jadian to stand normally. To his horror, Nico pulled him back into his seat and said:” There might be something after the credits, these movies usually do that”. Jadian let out a groan but he crossed his legs tightly and waited.
Jadian managed to hold it but was mad to see noting came. The good thing about waiting though was almost everyone left. Jadian and Nico made their way out, Jadian was trying not to hold himself but his bladder was making it hard not to. As they exited the theater Jadian felt another leak and then another. Jadian was losing the battle.
Luckily the bathroom was near their theater and Jadian made a beeline for it leaving Nico behind and not caring what he thought. Nico followed Jadian into the bathroom smiling, knowing he was right earlier.
As Jadian entered the bathroom he felt a big squirt of pee escape. He ran into the first stall he saw and slammed the door. He looked down at his light blue ripped jeans and saw a baseball size wet spot against his crotch. He couldn't stand still as he went to remove his pants. He made his way to the zipper but with it being wet with pee Jadian couldn't get a grip on it. ”No, NO” jadian thought as he fought with his zipper. He finally got it but when he went to pull it down nothing, it was stuck. Jadian looked in horror, ”No, you got to be kidding me” he thought. He tried again and nothing. Tears began to fall as his bladder finally had enough and he lost the battle.
Pee flowed out of him with a soft hiss, soaking his white briefs and light blue ripped jeans. He watched as his jeans darken and pee ran down his legs, shining against his tan skin, from the rips in his jeans. He felt a pee soaked his socks and shoes and also ran into his shoes. Making a huge pee puddle on the floor at his feet.
He heard a soft knock at the door, then heard Nico ask ”can I come in?”. Jadian opened the door and let his boyfriend in. Nico hated seeing Jadian crying as he peed his pants. Nico was well aware Jadian was still peeing as he still heard a soft hiss. After Jadian finished Nico grabbed his hand and pulled him out of his huge pee puddle and hugged him. Jadian sobbed into his boyfriend's shoulders in wet pants.
After a while, Jadian cried all the tears he had and Nico said ”come on, let's go to my car”. Jadian nodded and followed his boyfriend, Nico. ”I don't have a change of clothes with me so you have to stay wet till we get home, unfortunately”. Jadian knew this already and just nodded. His was right as his light blue ripped jeans showed his accident painfully obviously. People kept staring but Nico made sure no one said anything.
They got to Nico’s car and Nico helped Jadian in. Once Jadian was all in, Nico closed his door and walked over to his side and got in. Nico noticed Jadian was crying again so he said ”its okay, accidents happen”. Jadian nodded and just looked out his window as Nico drove away. It was a good first date till it peed myself Jadian thought, if only he could read Nico’s mind and see Nico really loved that first date.
They drove home in silence(Jadian wasn't up for talking). Even though Nico obviously knew Jadian peed his pants, Jadian made sure to keep his legs crossed to hide the wetness as much as possible.
Nico turned to Jadian at a red light and said,”Jadian, its okay, accidents happen to everyone”. Jadian finally looked very from the window but not quite at Nico’s eyes ”not to 18 year olds and as much at they happen to me”. Nico didn't know what to say to this so he just gave Jadian a hug, it worked before Nico thought.
Jadian’s jeans started to get cold and itchy. He had to uncross his legs and change position, even though he didn't want to, his peed in jeans and briefs left him no choice. Nico looked at Jadian’s jeans to see how bad the mess was since he never looked before, he was to focus on making sure his boyfriend was okay, and Nico was surprised at how soaked Jadian’s light blue ripped jeans were. Jadian must have really had to pee by how soaked his jeans were, Nico could even see pee glistening against Jadian’s tan skin through the rips in his jeans.
When they got to Nico’s house(Jadian didn't want his parents to see his peed in jeans, so Nico took him to his house) Nico was glad to see that his parents were gone so they will be home alone. Nico told Jadian to stay in the car while he got out of the car and went over to Jadian’s side. He opened Jadian’s door and handed him a towel for him to rap around his light blue ripped jeans so no neighbour saw. Jadian did what he was told and got out of the car and headed into Nico’s garage. Nico looked at Jadian’s seat when he got up, and sure enough he saw Jadian’s peed in pants made a wet spot on his car’s black cloth seat. Nico wasn't worried about it though as I would dry. so he closed the car door and headed inside with Jadian.
Once inside Nico and Jadian headed to the bathroom so Jadian could shower. Nico helped Jadian undress, and when he got Jadian’s peed in light blue ripped jeans off, Nico couldn't help but to stare at Jadian in his wet white briefs. The wet white came almost see through, and Nico could almost see Jadian’s dick. Jadian smiled as he could tell Nico was hard and finished undressing. Jadian got in the shower and Nico want to follow but he stayed back as they were still new to this relationship.
Nico picked up Jadian’s peed in clothes and put them into the wash. He then layed on his bed scrolling through Facebook waiting for Jadian. Jadian finished and got out of the shower and headed to find Nico. When Jadian found Nico, Nico went to his closet and handed Jadian some clothes. This time it was light blue briefs, gray gym shorts, and a black t-shirt. When Jadian got dressed, they both crawled on Nico’s bed and cuddled. ”I’m keeping these breifs” Jadian said to Nico. ”I expected you would” Nico said as they both fell asleep in each others arms. |
I read a local news story about a man who hid under an outhouse to peep at unsuspecting people using the bathroom from below. Yes, really. This real-life incident inspired me to write this completely fictional story. A tale of wet pants, old perverts and young love.
Julia regretted her decision to pick up both a latte and a large iced tea at their last stop. Mostly, she regretted not having gone to pee. Now, she was squirming, her bladder feeling like a balloon ready to burst. She had to make an effort not to squeeze the crotch of her denim shorts. Her parents were chattering in the front seats, oblivious to her struggle. They rolled past a sign: REST STOP 1 KM. Julia wanted to ask for a pit stop, but she happened to know all the rest stop restrooms around here were glorified outhouses. She’d been around here before, every summer, in fact—they were on their way to the family’s inherited cottage out in the middle of nowhere. She hadn’t wanted to go—she was definitely old enough to be left alone for two weeks. For god’s sake, she was eighteen and going to university in the fall! But her parents had pleaded with her that they weren’t going to see much of her when she moved out, and wouldn’t it be nice to have a little family vacation together before she left the nest for good? She was too kind-hearted to deny them.
So. She sat there, enduring the agony. Her bladder screamed at her, firing jolts of almost electric pain up her spine. Julia discreetly squeezed her crotch, careful not to alert her parents. They were almost there. Thirty minutes, forty-five at the most. She could last that long, couldn’t she?
Five minutes later, she wasn’t so sure. An especially powerful wave of pressure wracked her midsection, and she instinctively pretzeled her feet and grabbed her crotch in a vise grip. For a few terrifying seconds, she was afraid she was going to lose control and spray the seat like a garden hose, but the intense feeling of being on the verge of a cliff let go, settling back into a dull, ever-present pain. She bit her lip and shifted her weight around in the seat, but no matter how she sat, she was still on the verge of having a very humiliating accident.
“Oh, honey,” said her mother. Julia looked up and met her mother’s eyes. They were green, like hers, and now she was frowning in a mask of concern. “You should have told us you had to go. David,” she said, addressing her father, “turn around the car, we passed a rest stop a few minutes ago.”
“Is that really necessary? Can’t I just pull over and...”
“Yes,” her mother said, exasperated, “there’s no modesty around here.” Julia looked out the window and saw that her mother was right: they’d just come out of a forest and were now driving along the sea, with a cliff wall on one side and a steep ravine down to the ocean on the other, only a metal railing separating them from the drop.
“I’m f-f-fine, really,” she stammered.
“Oh, honey, I can see you’re not,” said her mother. Julia blushed. Embarrassing. Bad enough that she had to pee worse than she could ever remember, but to have her mother treat her like a child who couldn’t be trusted to know when she had to pee? She wanted to dig a hole and disappear into it. Maybe she’d come out on the other side and be in China, and she could start a little village apothecary, sell herbs and potions to the villagers like some little witch. The thought distracted her from her urgent need, but only for a minute. Meanwhile, her father had found a spot where the road widened sufficiently to perform a probably illegal u-turn. Now they were hurtling along back the way they came, towards the rest stop and that nasty outhouse.
By the time they arrived, however, she had to begrudgingly admit that she was grateful for her mother’s babying. She could definitely not have waited much longer. Her father pulled in and parked. Julia now had both her hands buried deep within her crotch. Her panties were damp and she wasn’t sure it was all sweat. She tried to release one hand to undo her seat belt, but as she let go, she was hit by another terrifying wave of pressure down below, and had to replace her hand in her lap, bending over to avoid wetting herself.
“Let me get that for you,” said her mother, opening the door and bending over her to undo the seat belt. Julia bore this further humiliation without comment only because she couldn’t focus on anything but her need to pee. Once she was free of her restraints, she grabbed her mother’s hand and let herself be pulled upright, crossing her legs and biting her lip. She felt a leak on the verge of escaping, so she didn’t dare walk normally. Instead, she shuffled towards the outhouse with her hands in her crotch like a toddler. Her cheeks were warm and must be shading through magenta to blood red by now. Why had she not asked to stop earlier?
Julia managed to open the door to the outhouse one-handed and slipped inside, not even bothering to close the door properly. There were no electric lights in the room, only a window set high on the wall, and she could just barely make out the toilet lid. She shuffled over, opened the lid, and began unbuttoning her shorts. Then she noticed it: there was somebody in the toilet. She jumped back with an undignified squeak and felt her panties start to become warmer and moister. Julia edged back to the hole in the little bench. She must be seeing things that weren’t there. But no: a pair of eyes looked up at her, barely catching the angled light from the window.
This time, she screamed. She screamed, jumped back, and ran for the door. In her terror, she couldn’t focus on holding it, and she was vaguely aware that her shorts were getting warm, she was dripping. Wetness was sliding down her legs, some droplets landed in her sandals. She continued to pee as she ran towards the car.
“Oh, sweetheart,” her mother said, at the same time as Julia yelled, “there’s somebody hiding in the outhouse!”
“What?” Said her father.
Her mother looked at her with pity in her eyes. Julia stopped and looked down at herself. She was still peeing, a slow trickle now rather than a flood. The denim of her shorts was soaked through. She felt it on her butt, and there was a large half-circle stretching from her crotch all the way out to the ornamental pockets. Tendrils of urine were still sliding down her smooth legs, which she’d shaved the day before.
“Julia, why didn’t you tell us you had to go so bad?” Her mother asked.
“What’s this about somebody hiding in the outhouse?” Her father demanded. He was normally calm, but now he seemed livid. His face was going purple, his brow pulled down into an angry frown. There were few things that could get him worked up like this. Actually, just two: taxes and threats against his daughter.
“I’m going to get the bastard,” said her father, charging for the outhouse.
“Dad, wait!” Julia yelled.
“What!” He turned around and nearly spat the word out, more of a demand than a question.
“He’s not actually in the outhouse—he’s under it! Like, looking up through the hole!”
“What in the actual...” Her father mumbled, and threw open the door.
Her mother had put her hands around Julia’s shoulders. “Honey, aren’t you a little old to be scared of toilet monsters? I understand that you’re embarrassed about having an accident, but...”
“Mom!” Julia put her hands on her hips in a frustrated gesture, but that only got her hands wet. “I’m telling you, someone was in there, looking up at me!”
“Honey,” her mother said, looking down on her—she was very tall for a woman, taller than her dad, and Julia had never hated that fact more than now—“It was probably just a trick of the light. Now, we need to get you changed...”
“There’s nobody there,” said her father, emerging from the outhouse. Her mother had opened the trunk and was rummaging through their bags, looking for a change of clothes. Julia stood there, blushing, looking down on the evidence of her accident and not daring to look anyone in the eye.
“Bastard must have got away...” Said her father.
“David, don’t encourage her,” said her mother. “She’ll have nightmares. Let’s just chalk this up to an unfortunate accident. You saw how desperate she was, David,” she said, when her father tried to interject.
“Sure,” said her father. “Sure, sure. But still, if there’s any chance there’s a predator on the loose...”
“It was just a trick of the light,” said her mother. There had never been any doubt about who wore the pants in their relationship. “Right, honey?”
“Right,” said Julia, defeated. She couldn’t argue when her mother was in one of her moods. This was one of the reasons why she didn’t want to go on this vacation in the first place: she could only take her mother’s bossy demeanor for so long. At least at home she could go somewhere else. In their tiny cottage, there wasn’t much room for privacy. Julia needed a place to be grumpy alone, and all she had was a forest. She liked that forest, sure, but if it was raining or a thunderstorm came in, she’d rather be inside. Packed like sardines in a can with her overbearing mother and a doormat for a father.
“Here,” said her mother, handing over a fresh shirt, a pair of pink panties, and another pair of shorts. “You can go change in the outhouse.”
“I’m not going in there again,” Julia said.
“I’ll find a towel and hold it up for you,” her father suggested. Her mother begrudgingly agreed. Perhaps she’d spent her allotted portion of domineering for the day.
“Dad,” Julia whispered, as she wriggled free of her wet garments behind the towel, “I need to talk to you later. Alone.”
Her father nodded. Somewhat satisfied—at least she didn’t have to pee anymore—she grabbed some paper tissues, patted herself down, and dressed again.
“I really thought she was past the age where this would happen,” her mother mumbled as they got back into the car.
Maya walked the last part of the trail very quickly. She’d been outside hiking for hours, and with the sun at its peak, her water flask had seen plenty of use. Now, she really needed to pee, and it was almost to the point where she considered going behind a bush. But she knew there was an outhouse at the end of the trail, and she wanted a little bit of privacy. It was a popular trail, and the last thing she wanted was a group of curious teenagers getting a look at her downstairs region au natural. Finally, she saw the end of the trail. Maya drained the last dregs of her flask, put it back in her backpack, and jogged the last bit up to the outhouse. It was a wooden building with a little circular window high up on the side wall. She opened the door, locked it, and hurried to get down her shorts—they were tight cotton and ended just above the underside of her butt cheeks, a risque look she only dared to go for outside of town. Not that her mother would approve even here on the trail, but that was part of the reason she did it. She slid down her panties, whipped up the lid and sat down. Maya closed her eyes for a moment as she began to pee, a very satisfying relief. But then she opened her eyes and made the mistake of looking straight down into the hole. It was a brief moment, but it was enough: she didn’t see the dark pit she’d expected. Instead, she saw a pair of eyes.
“Fuck!” She yelled, throwing herself off the seat and running for the door. She was still peeing—once she began, she couldn’t stop. She hiked up her shorts and threw the door open, still urinating. Maya cursed again and put a hand between her legs to help stem the flow. She got it under control, but now her hand was wet, and the damage was evident on her shorts.
There was a rustle in the leaves behind the outhouse. Maya turned around and saw a dark shape disappear from behind the outhouse and into the woods. “Hey! Asshole! Stop!” She yelled.
The figure stopped for a moment. Oh, crap. She was just venting her frustration, and hadn’t considered what would happen if the guy actually confronted her. She was a nineteen-year-old girl, unarmed, and this guy was a pervert who might not stop at simply peeping. Crap, crap, crap? Weapons? She looked around to see if there were any rocks or sticks or anything she could use to defend herself. But then the figure began moving again and disappeared into the forest, and she was glad for it.
Jesus, she thought, who the fuck hides under an outhouse—you know, the place where all the piss and shit goes—just to sneak a peek? This is more of a Stinkin’ Tom than a Peeping Tom. Maya set a quick pace along the path that would lead to the main road. Usually, she took a shortcut home through another little forest, but she didn’t feel like being alone in the woods right now. Even at high noon, she was a little wary of encountering the creep again, even if he had been heading in the opposite direction.
Maya felt her wet shorts chafe at her. Now that the immediate threat was dealt with, she had to deal with the other, wetter problem. She couldn’t go home like this. When she was younger, Maya had a habit of just peeing in her pants when she was outside in the summer. It would simply dry in the sun, and she hadn’t been that embarrassed by it, since she almost always did it when she was completely alone, playing in the woods until the evidence dried. But her mother had discovered it by the smell of her clothes, and she’d put a very effective stop to it with a punishment of the grounding kind. Now, she was technically an adult, so her mother couldn’t really punish her, but her mother was also technically not obliged to let her stay at home over the university summer break. All of which meant that practically, she couldn’t go home like this. Her mom would freak out and assume she did it on purpose.
Then she had a bright idea. Julia’s family were arriving soon, weren’t they? Maybe they’d already arrived. Julia was Maya’s summer friend. Her family owned a cabin around here and visited every year. They barely ever spoke to each other during the rest of the year, but since they were children, they’d been best friends for two or three weeks every summer. She hadn’t thought Julia was coming this year—she knew the relationship between her and her parents was rocky, if only in a typical teenager way, not, like, a “dad beats me and mom is a drunk” kind of way—but Julia had messaged her only a few days before saying she’d be coming after all. Maybe she could borrow some clothes from Julia until her own dried up—then she could sneak back home with dried pee-pants like the old days. The thought almost made her nostalgic. Even dealing with the creep, she’d had more fun today than she’d had almost all year. University had made her far more serious than she liked. And speaking of that creep, she really needed to speak to someone about him. That settled it.
Maya took a shortcut through some shrubs, then walked a small path up to the back of the cabin. “Ahoy!” She yelled, like a sailor. Seemed like the right thing to do, let people know she was there so it didn’t seem like she was skulking around the back like a… pervert.
“Maya? Is that you?” A voice from the front. It was Julia!
“Yeah, Jules, it’s me. You won’t believe what just happened...”
“Come around the front,” said Julia’s mother.
Maya walked around the cabin. She’d completely forgotten about her wet shorts until she noticed the look on Julia’s mother. “Oh, dear, did you fall in a bog or did you have a little accident?”
“Uh,” Maya stammered. “Yeah, something like that...” Not even bothering to specify which. “Listen, Jules, can I borrow some clothes until mine dry? I really need to tell you something.”
“Sure,” Julia said. She’d cut her golden hair shorter, but shorter only meant it now went to just below her shoulders, not all the way to the small of her back. Cute, she found herself thinking, and then, is it okay for me to think that? Julia smiled and linked her arm in Maya’s, the way they used to when they were little.
“Don’t worry about the accident, dear, you’re not the only one this summer,” said Julia’s mother.
“Mom!” Julia yelled.
“Wait, what?” Maya said as they retreated into the sanctuary of the cabin. “Did you have an accident? Did your mother?”
“Wait,” Julia said, “you really didn’t fall in a bog, did you? You actually peed yourself.” She raised an eyebrow.
“Well, obviously, but you first,” Maya said. Julia was the only one she’d allowed to see her wet—well, deliberately wet, at least. She always found it weird and refused to partake in Maya’s odd habit, but she’d never made a big deal out of it, either that she did it or that she stopped doing it.
“Oh my god,” Julia said, “my mom is such a bitch,” the last word whispered so nobody could overhear. “Yes, actually, you won’t believe this: we stopped at this rest stop and I went to pee, and there was someone hiding under the outhouse!”
“What?” Maya stopped. “That’s exactly what happened to me!”
Julia’s eyes widened. “What? You’re serious?”
“That’s what I wanted to tell you! I was just sitting there peeing in the outhouse by the end of the Wind Creek trail, and then I saw a pair of eyes staring at me from down below, and I just ran, and I guess I didn’t stop peeing.”
“Oh my god! He actually saw you? I mean, naked?”
“Yeah.” Maya shuddered. “Definitely. He didn’t see you?”
“I saw him before I got my shorts down and I got so scared I just ran. I guess he scared the piss out of me.” She giggled, and Maya couldn’t help but join in.
“It’s creepy. What if he’s, like, a rapist, scoping out his next victim?” Julia said.
“I was just thinking how much he must stink, sitting down there in the filth for who knows how long.”
“That, too.”
“We need to call the police or something,” Maya said.
“My mom doesn’t believe me,” Julia said, brushing a strand of her soft hair away from her eyes. “She thinks I made it up to cover up for having an accident. It was so humiliating. My dad is fired up about it, but he’s such a doormat, he’s terrified of making my mom upset.”
“So he didn’t call the police?”
“He told me he actually did. But, like, he got up super early in the morning, like he was a drunk trying to hide a morning drink or something from my mom, and he called them before she woke up. They said they would be on the lookout, but my dad thinks they’re not taking it seriously. Not unless they catch the guy red-handed.”
They were now in the tiny room that served as Julia’s sleeping quarters. It barely held enough room for a bed and her suitcase. “Just look through there,” Julia said, and pointed at the suitcase. “Pick something you like, it’s all the same to me. I think we’re about the same size in everything, right?”
Maya looked her friend over, from top to bottom. She’d been a little shorter the year before; now, they stood the same height, and she had grown in the thighs and the chest, but she still had the same slender tummy. She quickly redirected her gaze away from her friend’s breasts, shook her head to get the image out of her mind. Instead, she began unceremoniously stripping off her wet things. Nudity was nothing new between them: they’d gone skinny-dipping plenty of times. Now, though, the feeling of her friend’s eyes on her—neutral, unjudging, neither too interested nor disinterested—it was different. No matter. She needed to get out of her wet clothes, and she definitely wasn’t going to chase Julia out.
Once she had dressed again, in Julia’s thong and a floral summer dress, the pair headed into the living room, which also served as kitchen and dining room. There was a propane stove top on a bench in a corner, next to a window—of course there wasn’t any mechanical ventilation. In another corner stood a small sofa, a couple of garish green chairs that must be family heirlooms (otherwise why keep them), a table, a cabinet full of plates and glasses. A book case stood by the door to the bedrooms, full of old penny Westerns and a giant dictionary that spanned multiple volumes. Maya knew it was the arbiter of family disputes during games of Scrabble. They sat down by the table, Julia circling the wood with her finger as if she was distracted by something.
“I know what we have to do,” she said finally.
“What’s that?” Maya asked.
“Catch the bastard ourselves. Stake out an outhouse, wait for the creep to crawl under it, then call the police and watch them crush him like a spider underfoot.”
“Wow, bloodthirsty.”
“But just,” Julia said.
“I like the way you think,” Maya said, “but what if he catches us instead?”
“Oh,” Julia said. “Good point.”
“On the other hand,” Maya said, an idea starting to form, “I know these woods like the back of my palm.”
“Yeah,” Julia said, smiling. “You must know where we can set up without being seen.”
“I do. I also know a couple of spots along the trails where there are public outhouses. I guess the creep won’t try the same places he’s already almost been caught. But you saw him and he still ambushed me, so I guess there’s a good chance he’s a serial peeper and that he’ll do it again.”
“Let’s just hope he’s not a serial killer,” Julia said.
“Yeah,” Maya said, a chill down her spine.
“It’s settled, then,” Julia said. They shook on it.
Julia looked over at her friend. She’d always liked Maya, and she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t the reason that tipped the scales and convinced her to come on this trip just as much as her mother’s heartfelt pleas for family time. But she realized, now, that she’d never really looked at Maya before: not at her smooth, brown hair, her sun-tanned skin, the curves of her hips or her plump cherry lips. Not until she saw her naked the other day, just like she’d seen her many times before, except now it was different. Different how, exactly, she wasn’t sure. She’d never really had any feelings like that before—the tummy-tingling warmth of a smile even when her back was turned—at least not about another girl. She bit her lip to distract her from the thought. It was simply not within the realm of her mental reality that anything would ever come of it. Even if she thought she’d caught Maya looking at her with a new, strange glow in her eyes when she thought Julia didn’t notice.
This was day three of their stakeout. They’d spent four hours the day before, and five the day before that, but the creep hadn’t shown up. This was the third and final outhouse along the trails, and it was a half-hour’s walk from her cabin. She felt a little unsafe at the thought, but shoved it away. They were hidden behind thick bushes and heavy oak trees, and could just barely see the back of the outhouse through a sliver of vegetation.
Julia almost jumped as the grass rustled beside her, but it was only Maya fidgeting. She’d been shuffling back and forth, restless, occasionally dipping her knees into a squat then springing up for the past hour. “What’s the matter with you?” She whispered. “If you’re bored, we can go home and try again later.”
“It’s not that,” Maya whispered back. “I need to pee.”
“Oh,” Julia said. “Just go behind me and do it, nobody’s here anyway. I’ll keep the watch.”
“But what if the creep comes?” Maya asked. “We need to be ready to run if he spots us. I can’t run with my panties around my ankles.”
“Oh, good point,” Julia said. “You wanna head home? We can stop so you can pee when we’re safely away from the outhouse.”
“I guess,” Maya said, a bit disappointed. “Unless...”
“Unless what?”
“Do you mind if I just pee myself? Like I used to? Is that too weird?”
Julia looked over at her friend. She was blushing. How cute. Maya almost never blushed, but now, her cheeks were flushed. “I thought you stopped doing that. It is weird, but it never bothered me too much. Except when you’d suddenly decide we’re going to wrestle and you were damp and smelly.”
“Uh,” Maya said. “My mom made me stop. But she’ll never find out. It’ll be dry by the time we get back.”
“I, uh,” Julia said, now blushing herself. “I guess if you gotta go...”
“Okay,” Maya said. She straightened herself, planted her feet apart, and then her shoulders sagged and she closed her eyes. Hissssss… Julia heard it before she saw it, a quiet trickle like a small brook on a summer day, and then Maya’s white shorts started to go transparent as pee cascaded down between her legs. I can see her panties through her shorts, Julia thought, and then, but why does that make me blush even more? Maya peed for a good thirty seconds, but the way she’d positioned herself, only a little bit got on her legs. Most of it disappeared into the grass.
“Whew,” Maya said. “I needed that.” She looked down on herself and must have noticed that her shorts were now see-through. “Crap. Hadn’t thought of that.”
“I don’t mind,” Julia said, and then her hand shot to her mouth. Did I really just say that out loud? But Maya appeared to find the statement innocent enough.
“Oh, well, it’ll dry,” Maya said.
“Why do you like peeing yourself?” Julia blurted out. It was something she’d wondered many times, but it never felt appropriate to ask.
“I don’t,” Maya said, “but sometimes you just gotta go.”
“When we’re out in the woods and not hunting a pervert, it would take you literally five seconds to squat down and pull down your clothes. So why don’t you?”
“Hmm,” Maya said. “You caught me. I guess I do like it. I like the freedom of it. I don’t mind it, really, if nobody’s around to make me feel bad about it.”
“Really?” Julia said. “It doesn’t give you a thrill or anything?”
Maya blushed. “No, that would be too weird,” she said. Then: “Unless...”
“Unless what?”
“Did it give you a thrill to watch me do it?”
“What? No, don’t be ridiculous,” Julia said, although she was blushing furiously and her heart was beating so hard she was sure the creeper could hear it if he was within a kilometer’s radius.
They said nothing for a while, just observed the back of the outhouse. Nothing happened. After a while, Maya began playing with Julia’s hair, wriggling her finger around the tips. It was something she used to do when they were younger, but now, somehow, it wasn’t annoying. It felt good.
After a while, Julia noticed her legs were restless. All of her was restless. She was fidgeting, and she had to admit that she, too, had to pee. Quite badly. She hadn’t gone for many hours, not since she got up from bed in the morning. She’d had quite a lot of lemonade and water since then. But she didn’t want to abort their mission, because then maybe Maya would go home. She lived nearby, but suddenly, Julia couldn’t bear the thought of her leaving.
After a while, though, she couldn’t sit still. Maya almost jumped every time Julia disturbed the grass or the leaves, clearly on edge.
“Jules...” Maya whispered. “Do you maybe need to pee, too?”
“A little,” she admitted. It was an understatement. She felt like she was on the verge of leaking if she didn’t constantly move her legs and shift her hips back and forth.
“Just go,” Maya said. “I already did and, look,” she gestured at her shorts. They were already well on their way to drying out. I can still see the outline of your panties, though, she thought.
“I can’t,” Julia said. “I’m not like you. I can’t just pee myself.”
“How did it feel when you had an accident the other day?” Maya asked.
“Embarrassing. Terrifying. Humiliating.”
“I don’t mean how did your mom make you feel about it. I mean, how did it feel?” Maya whispered back.
“Relieved, I guess.”
“It didn’t feel even a little bit good?”
“It was warm, I guess.”
“Let me help you,” Maya said, getting behind her and sliding her delicate fingers—so long and fine, the nails pretty even with all the time she spent in the woods—around Julia’s waist.
“What are you doing?!”
Maya pushed on her bladder. “Oof!” Julia began yelling, but Maya slid a hand over her mouth, an accidental kiss, to warn her about alerting the creep if he was around. The pressure made her knees buckle, and then she couldn’t quite hold it, and a gush of pee spurted out. Julia’s hand shot down to her crotch, and she squeezed herself, but all she succeeded in doing was scrunch up her skirt between her legs so that all the pee seeped into it as it shot out instead of falling through her panties to the ground. She managed to get it under control, but then Maya pushed again, and she lost all control. Urine gushed forth, and she couldn’t stop it, and her knees went weak. Maya supported her as she sagged forward. Julia spread her legs and watched as the pee poured down onto the ground, some of it trickling down her thighs and calves, tickling her. There was a large wet spot on her skirt, but the rest of the pee shot straight down into the grass.
She peed for what seemed an eternity, letting her friend hold her up, and then finally the flow petered out. She felt hot and flushed and wet and… sticky? Oh god, she hadn’t gotten her period right now as well? But no, it was a different kind of stickiness between her legs, and she blushed as she realized it. Julia couldn’t even bring herself to be mad at Maya. She was right: it had felt good, to do this here, without anyone judging her for it.
Julia looked down at herself, at the wet spot, at the trails of pee down her legs, at the wet tops of her sneakers.
“You look beautiful, you know that?” Maya whispered.
Julia looked up and met her friend’s eyes. There was a shimmer in them, and their heads moved closer together, and she looked down at her friend’s lips with a question. Maya responded by moving in closer… And then the moment ended abruptly as they heard a rustle in the woods behind them. Maya pulled her down so they were sitting squat down on the ground, mostly hidden by grass and bushes. This close to the ground, she could smell her own pee, but that wasn’t what was on her mind now. She saw a large back come out into the clearing where the outhouse sat, a flannel shirt on his back, and then the figure crouched down and began crawling under the outhouse.
“It’s the creep,” Maya whispered. “Quick, call the police!”
Julia fished out her phone, which hung attached to a string around her neck, and quickly dialed the number to the local police department.
“Yes, this is Julia Fischer, yeah, we’re the ones who called earlier in the week about that creep in the outhouse… Yes,” she whispered, “we just saw a guy crawl under an outhouse on the Greenwald path, yes, the one that goes up towards Harrow’s Peak, but, like, the one closest to the main road… Ok.”
“What did they say?” Maya asked.
“They said they were sending a patrol. And that we should get away immediately and let them handle it. Guy might be dangerous.”
“We’re not really going to do that, are we?” Maya asked. “I want to see this bastard get caught.”
“Not unless he comes back out before the police gets here, then we run,” Julia said.
They settled on observing the back of the outhouse from their hideout in the bushes and grass. They could just about see enough to notice if the creep got back out. Time passed slowly, both of them on edge, jumping at ordinary forest sounds like squirrels running or birdsong. After forty minutes, they heard someone coming along the path from the front of the outhouse. Then, they saw two shapes wearing what might be police uniforms—it was hard to tell, from fifty meters away with all those bushes, grass and trees in the way—come around the back. One of them crouched down and peered into the darkness underneath the outhouse, then fell onto his back with a shout. Somebody was pulling at his foot, it seemed like. His partner took hold of him under the armpits, pulled him back, then crouched down safely away from the hole and yelled: “Police! Get out of there right now!”
Julia heard a hiss and looked over to see that Maya was peeing again. Just a little trickle. She seemed to be so absorbed in the drama, she probably didn’t notice. Or maybe, in her strange logic, she was aware and simply taking care of a distraction so she could focus on the main event.
After a while, a dirty old man—in both figurative and literal senses of the word—crawled out from under the outhouse. Julia could make out white, thinning hair, a potbelly, and brown streaks on his jeans and shoes. One of the officers handcuffed the man while the other, the one who’d had his feet pulled out from under him, was talking on what looked like a police radio. He was too far away for Julia to make out what he was saying.
It was satisfying, in a way, to see the creep get caught, but on the whole, it was a little anticlimactic. They’d spent close to fifteen hours over three days to stake this guy out, and at the end, there were no gun battles, no fisticuffs, not even a chase through the woods. Rationally, Julia realized this was probably close to the ideal outcome, but still, she felt a little cheated.
Maya grabbed her hand. “Shall we head home?” She whispered.
“Sure.” They walked homeward, hand in hand. Five minutes after they’d left their stakeout spot, however, Maya stopped her. Turns out she had unfinished business with Julia. More specifically, with Julia’s lips. Julia didn’t mind. Her face was practically glowing by the time they got back, and her skirt had even dried enough not to be noticeably wet.
“Come on, it’ll be so much more fun if it happens overnight,” Maya said. It was almost midnight, and they were curled up together in Julia’s bed. It was a week after they caught the creep, and her parents had gone to visit an aunt of Julia’s in a nearby town. They weren’t due back until the day after tomorrow. On the wall above the bed, Julia had pinned a newspaper cutout. Man Found Hiding Under Outhouse, the headline read. On Wednesday evening, two hikers spotted a suspicious man crawling under an outhouse on the Greenwald trail. Several people had reported that someone was spying on the occupants of the public outhouses along the trails and rest stops in the county over the past week, but police had been unable to apprehend the culprit before now. More like didn’t try, Julia thought. The suspect, a sixty-three-year-old man, was taken into custody and charged with violation of privacy and public indecency… The article didn’t mention her or Maya’s names, although the police had called them into town and taken a statement. Neither of them felt the need to mention the detail that they’d both soiled themselves as a result of discovering the creep, nor the fact that they didn’t come upon him again by chance, as the police assumed, but had actively gone looking for him.
“I can’t fall asleep like this,” Julia said, cradling her swollen bladder. Maya had been plying her with drinks all night, and now she really needed to pee.
“I can think of something that’ll wear you out,” Maya said, planting a kiss on her lips, then moving her hand towards Julia’s breasts. Julia sighed and leaned into her.
After their stakeout and the furious makeout in the aftermath, both of them were confused and didn’t know if what had happened was real, if it meant something, or was just a sort of reaction to what had happened. But then they’d tried kissing again, and again, and discovered they liked it just as much as the first time.
As for the Other Thing… The peeing thing. Well, Julia had been skeptical, but it turned out that Maya’s thing wasn’t as innocent as she said. Or perhaps she’d just discovered another aspect of it that she enjoyed. After a couple of days of secret kisses, when they had finally sat down and decided they were actually going to be a real couple, Maya had tried to lure her into trying it again. And then, well, she’d said no at first, but then she really needed to pee when they were out in the woods, and Maya’s mother wasn’t home so they could go there and change, and, well… Suffice it to say that the sticky feeling between her legs and the heat that traveled far from the origin was still there. Especially when Maya held a hand between her legs as she let go.
And that’s why she had now let herself be convinced to pee in her bed. She couldn’t imagine getting to sleep this desperate, but after Maya’s ministrations, which had caused her to leak a little bit into her underwear, she’d fallen asleep like a rock.
Around four in the morning, as the birds were beginning to wake up outside, Julia’s bladder gave out. A trail of urine seeped through her lower lips, through her black panties, depositing itself neatly on the towel underneath her butt. Then the trail became a flood. Pee poured out of her. It traveled in all directions, under her butt, under her thighs, over to the side, spilling over the towel and soaking into the sheets. A little trail reached Maya’s hand, and she woke up, groggy, and smelled her hand. It smelled pungently of Julia. She lifted the sheets and watched the last of the pee leave her lover’s exhausted bladder, soaking into the towel and probably the sheets, too. No matter. They could wash the sheets in the creek, air out the mattress. Maya planted a kiss on Julia’s tummy, low, near the bikini line—careful not to touch the wet bits, she didn’t actually want to taste her pee, merely watch it helplessly slide out and glisten on her—and she smiled. To think that I have a creepy old pervert to thank for all of this. |
This is a bonus story that I thought of for a novel I am hoping to publish sometime in the near in the future called An Aura of Desperation, set in a world where all men have the ability to read women's auras to tell how desperate they are to pee, with their auras growing more brightly and darker colors the more they have to go to the bathroom. This story takes the form of women desperate to go to the bathroom at a rally against police brutality that makes it kind of topical. This involved police officers involving forcing a woman to get desperate so they can enjoy her glowing, which could be disturbing to some people I suppose, so I thought I should include that warning. But I hope that you enjoy this. As with all my stories I post here it can also be read at my blog https://desperatejill.livejournal.com/
Desperation Aura Interrogation
Karen was at the protest march protesting police brutality but it was a really hot day and she found herself drinking bottle after bottle of water. It didn't take long for all of that water to find its way to her bladder, which was starting to grow uncomfortably fuller by the moment.
"Hey I can see you are glowing, you must have to pee pretty bad!" her friend Russell said.
"You know that I am self-conscious about the fact that you can tell how badly I have to pee just by reading my aura!" Karen said as she crossed her legs.
Russell shook his head and laughed. "Hey I can't help it, you know that every guy can now see an aura around every woman when she has to go to the bathroom, and right now you are glowing bright green so you must be getting rather uncomfortable."
"Kind of, do you know where you there is a bathroom around here?" Karen asked.
Russell shook his head. "I just went and peed in the bushes when nobody was looking."
"It's times like these I do wish that I had a penis," Karen said as she crossed her legs more tightly. "I really really need a bathroom!"
"Well why don't you just go pee in the bushes and have a squat?"
"Well for one thing I'm not going to pee where everybody can see what I am doing, because I am self-conscious just knowing people know that I have to go to the bathroom, let along seeing me do it. And secondly there are lots of cops around who might arrest me. It figures that at a protest rally for protesting police brutality there are a lot of police here who are probably willing to get rather brutal."
Russell shook his head. "I'm sure they would probably just enjoy the show. I mean what cop hasn't had a bathroom emergency where they just had to pee on the side of the road?"
"But I'm guessing that the lady tops don't get to go as much as the guys do," Karen said as she hopped up and down in place. "Doesn't any place here have an open bathroom?"
Russell shook his head once again. "No, you know that they closed all of the places and the places that do have open bathrooms want you to buy something first, and then there is usually a long line and the toilets are less than appealing."
"Why did I drink so much water?!" Karen said as she shuffled her feet from side to side. "I think that I'm going to have to get to a bathroom soon or else I'm just going to have to go home."
"You're not going to leave now are you, the protest is just kicking into high gear. Don't you want to make a stand against police brutality?"
"Right now I just want to take a stand against the brutal pressure in my bladder!" Karen crossed her legs tightly and bent at the knees as she looked around and began shaking. "I have to go so bad."
"Yeah you're definitely in the orange, you are full-blown desperate right now!" Russell took a sip of his bottle of water. "Would you like something to drink?"
"Very funny smart guy!" Karen said as she gritted her teeth. She had to pee and she knew that she wasn't going to be able to wait that much longer.
"I could finish up this bottle and then maybe you could pee in the bottle and you could hurl it at the police if they get too rough."
"This is a peaceful protest, I'm pretty sure if I hurl a bottle of urine at the police they are probably not going to react very kindly."
Russell shrugged his shoulders. "Oh well, it's your bladder, I guess you'll just have to hold it, but I can tell you that every guy now can see you glowing bright and shining and I think that a lot of people are staring at you."
"Don't tell me that, you know how self-conscious I am about that!"
"But I can't help it, it's very obvious that you are glowing like you're about to explode."
"I am about to explode dammit!" Karen said practically going out of her mind. It was bad enough that she had to go to the bathroom, but she knew that every guy in the vicinity knew that she had to go to the bathroom, many of whom were peeing off in the bushes and were probably enjoying every minute of her urinary discomfort.
Russell laughed. "I have to admit this is actually rather entertaining, even more entertaining than the protest rally. I can see that a lot of other women are glowing as well. That's what you should have all done, you should have made a stand against police brutality by all drinking a lot before coming to the rally and then blinding them with your desperate auras!"
"Somehow I feel that if we did that that would end up being the focus of all the attention. It wouldn't be shedding light on police brutality."
"Yes it would, you would be blinding them, blinding them with the light of truth or justice, the light that just happens to be emanating from your enormously full bladders!"
"No, it's just like ever since this happened all of the focus is on the fact that women are now glowing when they have to pee really bad. People can't take anything we do seriously because it's all about, look at that woman she's glowing. It's now no longer jokes about being that time of the month, it's hey look at that woman she's glowing like her bladder's about to explode, or no wonder she's grouchy, look how badly she has to pee! PMS now stands for piss myself soon! So if we all came to the protest march glowing and blinding the police with our full bladders it would just be lots of jokes about all of these women getting ready to piss themselves."
"Actually I could see that as a headline, women pissed off about police brutality come to piss off!"
"I can see the budding journalist in you already. But right now I just really need to find a bathroom as soon as possible or I'm going to go completely out of my mind!"
Karen was about to try to sneak off to find a bathroom when all of the sudden someone hurled a bottle of what looked like a yellow liquid that hit a police officer right in the face.
"Take that you pigs!" somebody shouted.
"I bet it was you who threw that," the police officer said as they came over by Karen. "It was you wasn't it! You just hurled a bottle of piss in my face!"
Karen shook her head. "Look officer you can see that I am clearly glowing, so obviously I haven't pissed very recently."
"But I never said it was your piss that was in the bottle, you could have been throwing somebody else's piss, like his piss," the police officer said as he pointed to Russell.
"Hey I have nothing against police officers," Russell said putting his hands up defensively. "I'm just at this rally because I am a budding journalist and I want to document the whole thing. For the record I have never thrown piss in anyone's face, whether they are in a position of authority or not."
The police officer shook his head. "Well it came from right over here and right from where you are standing, I'm afraid I'm going to have to take you in for questioning," the police officer said as he handcuffed Karen.
"But I didn't do anything, this is a violation of my rights!" Karen said as the police officer dragged her away and took her to a small room and sat her down in a small chair and handcuffed her to the chair. "At least let me use the bathroom!"
"If you wanted to use the bathroom you shouldn't have thrown piss in my face!" the police officer said as he shook his head.
"But I didn't throw piss in your face, that's what I am telling you!" Karen said as she squirmed around in her seat crossing and uncrossing her legs a hundred miles a minute as she tapped her feet loudly on the floor.
"Hey red alert," another police officer said as he came into the room with a smile.
"Hey officer Dan," the first police officer said as he slapped him high-five.
"What's up officer Frank," Dan said with a smile.
"This so-called peaceful protester hit me in the face with a bottle of piss."
"But I'm telling you it wasn't me!" Karen shouted. "You can tell by looking at me that I am glowing bright red and that I am going out of my mind with a full bladder, obviously I haven't peed anytime recently."
Officer Dan shook his head. "Like I said it wasn't necessarily your piss that you threw at me. Besides with how fast you seem to be needing to go to the bathroom you could have been standing there drinking all day, filling bottle after bottle of piss so that you can barrage the police, make the boys in blue the boys in yellow. You think you can intimidate us by throwing urine in our faces?"
"What is this, an interrogation?" Karen said as she squirmed in her seat struggling to get comfortable but not being able to take the enormous pressure off of her bladder.
"That's exactly what it is!" Dan shouted.
"Well can you at least let me go to the bathroom first," Karen said crossing her legs tightly. "I'm absolutely dying in here!"
Dan and Frank looked at each other and shook their heads before then looked back at her. "Like I said you should have thought of that before you threw piss at me. But we will let you go to the bathroom, once you admit what has gone on and tell us the full truth."
"But I'm already telling you the truth!" Karen shouted. "I'm telling you that wasn't my urine!"
"Good, so you admit that it was the someone else's urine that you threw at me then," officer Dan said with a smile.
"No, that's not what I said, you're putting words in my mouth!" Karen shouted.
Officer Dan and officer Frank shook their heads and looked back at her.
"Well that's not all that we're going to put in your mouth then," Frank said as he took a large bottle of water, unscrewed the cap and put it up to Karen's mouth. "Drink it, all of it!"
"What?" Karen said as she tried to squirm away from it. "But my bladder is already completely full!"
"You heard the officer, drink up," Dan said. "If you think it's so funny to use your urine maliciously we are going to teach you what it's like to have to control what you do with your urine. Now start drinking!"
Karen was so frightened right now she felt like she could practically piss herself, and she knew the drinking more was certainly going to not help that situation, but seeing as she was at a protest for police brutality she knew that some cops certainly weren't above using unlawful methods of getting her to talk, and she didn't know what they were going to do if she didn't cooperate, so she immediately started drinking the bottle of water until she had drank every last drop.
"There, I drank it, now can I go to the bathroom?" Karen said.
Dan and Frank laughed as they sat down across from her.
"I think that we should just sit here and wait until she confesses," Frank said as he smiled and looked at Dan who smiled and nodded back. "Besides she has a nice healthy glow to her, we could practically read by it!"
That was when Karen realized a terrible truth. "You sick bastards, you're just taking advantage of me to satisfy your sick glow fetish! This is police brutality, now you can see why I was so motivated to protest! Well that and I think the police brutally murdering people for minor violations based on the color of their skin is wrong, but now this on top of that!"
Dan and Frank shook their heads. "We can wait," Dan said. "The question is how long can you wait?"
Karen put her head down and shook her head. "You know this is exactly why people are protesting, I don't mean specifically about the urine suppression right now, I just mean it's bad cops like you give the good cops a bad name and this is why people don't respect the police more. If you would do something as simple as let me go to the bathroom I wouldn't complain that you are violating my rights. I have a right to use the bathroom. I should be free to pee!"
"Like I said, we can wait," Dan said.
"But I have to pee and I have to pee right now!" Karen said as she bit down on her lip and squirmed in her seat. "Please just let me go to the bathroom and I won't say anything about this, I swear!"
Frank and Dan looked at each other and smiled.
"Maybe she would relax more if we played some soothing music," Frank said as he went over to a laptop. "How about sounds of the ocean, rushing waterfalls?"
Immediately the room filled with the loud sound of crashing waterfalls cascading all over the place.
"I'm not going to give in and confess to something that I didn't do just because you are torturing me," Karen said trying to drown out the sound of the waterfalls, but finding that her legs were shaking like crazy and she could barely sit still.
"Well I know you can't see it the way we can see it on you, but I have to pee as well," Frank said as he went to the corner and began peeing loudly into a metal bucket.
Now Karen was sweating bullets and shaking in her seat and she knew she couldn't last much longer.
"Wow she's blinding me now, I don't think she's going to last much longer," Dan said as he covered up his eyes and put down his dark sunglasses.
Just as Karen thought that she was about to wet herself that was when another officer, a tall African-American woman, came into the room.
"What the hell are you boys doing in here?!" she said shaking her head. "Don't tell me you're doing this again, you are forcing a woman to have a full bladder and then interrogating her and torturing her just so that you can get your kicks from letting her glow. Release her right now I'm going to report you again!"
"Damn Shawna you always ruin our fun," Dan said as he took the handcuffs off and let Karen get up.
"Where's the bathroom?!" Karen shouted as she grabbed herself tightly crossing her legs furiously and hopping in place.
Shawna pointed her down the hall and Karen practically knocked people over on the way down, except she didn't want to end up finding herself arrested again for assaulting a police officer, so she walked slowly, got to the bathroom, slammed the door, ripped her pants down and sat her ass on the toilet and peed for what seemed like an eternity as she screamed at the top of her lungs.
When she came out of the bathroom everyone in the police department was looking at her, and several of the men looked like they had lecherous smiles on her face, one covering his crotch area with a folder.
"Get a hobby!" Karen shouted knowing that she was now no longer glowing. She went over to Shawna and smiled. "Thank you, it's good to know that there are still good cops out there looking out for people's rights."
Shawna nodded and smiled. "Truth be told is I have sympathy for you protesters because you want to make us more accountable and hold jerks like Frank and Dan accountable to their actions. The fact is that you're not the first person they have done it to and likely not the last, and there are a whole bunch of police officers in the department that have been taking advantage of the fact that they know women have to pee to torture them like this. It's an unspoken thing and I have been trying to expose it for a while now. They've even taken advantage of the fact that I had to pee while on duty. You have no idea how annoying it is to work with a bunch of guys who know that you are ready to explode all day, but because you have to do your duty you can't find a way to a bathroom break. You try holding a full bladder all day while patrolling the streets while the guys just go pee on the side of the road even though that they know public urination is a crime."
"I guess it's a matter of who will Peeolice the police," Karen said as she laughed. "Get it?"
Shawna rolled her eyes. "Yes I get it. But I really wish that I could expose this sick underground of police officers taking advantage of women because they have this sick fetish for seeing them glow when their bladders are about to explode."
"Actually I kind of know a budding journalist and this could be the type of story that would really help his career, and I think he would blow the lid off of this, no pun intended," Karen said as she laughed. "Get it, lid, because of toilet seats and, oh forget it."
A short while later.
"Well I did blow the lid off of it," Russell said as he handed Karen the article that he wrote exposing police brutality against women's bladders.
"Women are incredibly pissed," Karen said. "In fact they are glowing with rage over this latest outrage –"
Karen put the paper down.
"What, it's clever wordplay," Russell said shaking his head. "It is a serious article though, and I just hope that it is given the seriousness that it deserves."
"I have to admit though I'm a little bit self-conscious over the fact that you told everybody about how I had to go to the bathroom all day and what happened to me," Karen said. "I mean I get that you had to tell the story as is, but I'm still embarrassed."
"But shouldn't be, you're the head of the #PeeToo movement," Russell said with a laugh.
"Oh you're not serious, that's what you are actually calling this?" Karen said as she read the article shaking her head. "No one's ever going to take this seriously!"
"Hey I thought it was a clever hashtag that would get people to come out in support of you. Lots of women have had their bladders tortured by police officers and now maybe they will come forward thanks to you."
Karen shook her head. "Well I doubt that this is going to lead to any real life substantial change in the world, in fact am almost hoping that maybe people will forget about this now."
"But don't you want justice for what happened to you?"
"Of course I do, but I don't exactly want to be head of something called the #PeeToo movement!"
"Silence only enables the oppressor, you can't be neutral on these matters, staying silent is never a good idea."
"I can't believe that you actually just quoted a Holocaust survivor Elie Wiesel in regards to something about the bathroom, and yet at the same time you kind of make a good point. And that's just making me even angrier about this! Whatever though, I am sure that in a week or two this will blow over anyway."
A week or two later…
"I can't believe that I am at the head of something called the million bladder March," Karen said as she stood there glowing and holding herself and looking at all of the other women around her doing likewise.
"Well hey, with all these many women glowing there's not a man in America who is going to be able to not be blinded by the light of truth now," Russell said as he put on his sunglasses.
Karen shook her head. "Well maybe you are right, maybe people actually will take this seriously, even though it's involving urine. There is just really one thing that I really really wish you had considered when you plan this whole crazy March."
"What's that?"
"Why couldn't you have planned for bathroom availability!" Karen said as she looked over the crowd of glowing women, seeing not a single bathroom available in sight.
Russell laughed. "Well I guess that's a wash, get it a wash because everybody's going to pee and flood this place."
"Shut up!" Karen said as she reached for the empty sports bottle at her side and started thinking of a place where she could go to fill it discreetly, not to throw at a police officer, but just because she really needed it. |
At that point there was no more waiting, she had reached the end of the line, her muscles were quivering with strain and about to give up at any moment. She was standing with her legs crossed and her hand between her thighs, her ankle still chained to the steel shackle anchoring her to the wall behind her. Her hand suddenly felt warm as she dribbled uncontrollably into her panties. A slow trickle wound down the inside of her thigh as her loss of control continued. Her denim skirt, which she had wedged between her legs with her hand, developed a growing dark patch as her pee slowly soaked into it. It was almost as if her body knew there was no going back from here because the flow got stronger despite her efforts to control herself and no matter what she did, the pee kept coming out and down her legs. The strength of the flow increased as she gave up trying to stem the tide and her bottom got soaked when there was too much to go down her legs immediately. She straightened up with a deep sigh and watched as the front of her skirt got soaked to the hem and dripped onto the floor in front of her while the hem at the back made its own puddle. They had taken her shoes off her earlier, so she was stood in bare feet and she felt her pee wet her feet as it dripped down. Finally it stopped and she clenched her buttocks together to see just how wet her panties were, soaked, was the answer, as more pee dribbled down her legs when she squeezed.
They chose that moment to walk into the room and as they did so her pee was trickling towards the door in little rivulets. Their eyes followed the trail of pee back up to its source and looked at her wet feet and the large wet patch on her skirt. She wanted the ground to swallow her at that moment and blushed a deep red in shame as she saw them taking in the whole scene. ‘They’, were two men about 23 years old who had taken her from the doorway of her dorm block at the university a few hours ago. One of them came over to her and touched the hem of her skirt front then turned her around and felt her bottom through her wet skirt and panties. He held her arms tightly while his companion came over and unfastened her wet skirt letting it drop to the floor. She stood there in just her top and panties wondering what would be next. She didn’t have to wait long, the same man put his thumbs inside the waistband of her panties and pulled them down to her ankles leaving her naked and wet from the waist down. The man holding her now felt her naked and slightly damp bottom again, feeling all around her buttocks slowly and firmly. He then put his hand around the front of her and ran his fingers through her wet bush, pulling the short hairs slightly as he did so.
The one man kept holding her tightly while his companion carefully released her other hand from the handcuff which was fastened to a chain in the overhead beam. The handcuffs were re-positioned on both wrists now behind her back and then they released her ankle from the shackle in the wall. Once her feet were free one man picked up her wet skirt and knickers and carefully placed them on a chair nearby in such a way that the wet patches were visible. The man who held her waited while the other man tied her ankles together, dashing any hopes she had entertained of kicking or running. The man then let her go and they both went to stand in front of her. She noted that the one who had held her and felt her wetness had very dark hair while his companion had blonde tips to his dark hair. In different circumstances she could have found him attractive but no chance as things stood. The dark haired guy now spoke, breaking the eerie silence at last and said, ‘You’ve just completely wet yourself, soaked your knicks and peed down your skirt and legs. Now we will have to find you dry things to wear. What have you got to say for yourself?’ She blushed deeply again, ‘I’m sorry,’ she said, ‘I just couldn’t wait, I tried hard to stop but it was too hard and it came trickling out no matter what I did.’ ‘Do you often pee yourself?’ He asked. ‘Not often,’ she replied, ‘but it has happened occasionally.’ ‘Tell me about the last time you wet yourself this badly,’ he said. She thought about it for a moment and then, almost in disbelief that she was going to recount her past embarrassments to him said, ‘I was coming back into town one evening a few weeks ago and I was desperate to use the bathroom on the train but it was out of order so I just had to wait. As we got nearer to my stop I got more desperate and I was holding myself and rocking in my seat to hold on. Then it just happened and I started dribbling into my knickers. I couldn’t stop once it started and I sat there and peed myself completely, just like now. My skirt was soaked and there was a puddle on the train seat but no one could see, at least not until I stood up, then everyone could see what I had done. I felt dribbles down my legs and I dripped a bit on the floor and people saw.’ She blushed again suddenly as the memory flashed back into her mind.
They left her there then, sat on the chair, handcuffed and with her ankles tied together and round the legs of the chair. They took away her skirt and knickers and turned out the light as they left. Anna, for that was her name, had always considered herself to have a strong, resilient nature, in fact most of her friends said as much on occasion. She would never have believed that such a demeaning experience such as she had suffered in the last few hours would have knocked her confidence so badly. The actuality of the experience was far worse than she could ever have imagined. Anna was not a prude nor shy by any means but to have two guys see that she had completely wet herself uncontrollably had been embarrassing to the point that she had a headache from the intensity of it. That, and the humiliation of being stripped from the waist down and touched up by them as well. She sat on the chair with no concept of the time and as she grew hungrier and colder, despair such as she had never before experienced took hold of her mind. She went into herself and thought of her life up to that point, her family, her ex boyfriends, her studies, nothing helped and her mind wandered further into the dark. Sometime later she awoke from a fitful doze to find that she had peed again without realising it and she was sitting in a puddle on the chair. Anna began to cry, wishing it was all over and recognizing that this was the lowest she had ever felt in her life.
When her two best girlfriends entered the room where she was tied up they had warm blankets, clean dry jeans and hot coffee in a take-out cup. They gently released her from the ties and handcuffs, wrapped her in the blankets and hugged her. Anna was crying again now and they just hugged her until she stopped. Julie, one of Anna’s friends, said, ‘you are so brave to go through this Anna, I don’t think I could have done it in a million years. I can see it was harder than you imagined. Don’t talk now just let’s get you back and something to eat then a good sleep and we will talk in the morning.’ Anna looked at her friends and with tears in her eyes said simply, ‘thank you, I would like that.’
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The next morning Julie and Rachel, Anna’s friends, made breakfast in the dorm kitchen and brought it into Anna’s room. Anna was up and had showered by then and was sitting in her jeans and sloppy jumper. To her two friends she looked almost normal but there was a haunted look in her eyes still testifying to the previous evening’s trauma. They had breakfast making small talk, no one wanted to broach the subject of last night. Then Anna said, ‘it’s ok guys, I’m not going to fall apart we can talk about it but I just want to say that you two are angels in disguise, I can’t thank you enough for your care and kindness last night, it helped me start to recover.’ Julie and Rachel both started talking at once and stopped, then Rachel said, ‘So was the experiment a success that’s what I want to know, but clearly it cost you dear in psychological terms so tell us about that.’ Anna began, ‘when we discussed the mental trauma that a kidnap victim would go through if they were denied basic humanity and amenities and treated badly with little or no respect I knew that might mean enduring the cold, hunger and discomfort. I also knew that I could be tied up and at someone else’s mercy and that I might end up wetting myself at some point if I couldn’t wait. I think what I wasn’t prepared for was the humiliation and embarrassment being that bad. It’s one thing talking about it but quite another when you are exhausted with the struggle and there is absolutely nothing you can do but give in to your body. Then to feel your hot pee as it soaks your clothes and dribbles down your legs is the most demoralising feeling I have ever had. I think it’s because you are already feeling psychologically vulnerable and then any extra trauma is heightened. So yes, the experiment was a success but it was hard, the two guys that you chose to play the kidnappers were brilliant, they took it just as far as we had asked but no further. The humiliation was awful, knowing that I had peed myself and that they could see clearly then stripping my skirt and knickers off and feeling my pussy all made me feel so low. At that point I just wanted it over and felt kind of numb to the whole experience. I was going to write it up for the class assignment in the first person but I really don’t think I can, it will have to be in the third person, I don’t want to get that close if you see what I mean.’ Rachel and Julie were speechless and just hugged her again.
Anna wrote the experience as a 1,200 word report on an interviewed victim and received top marks and a merit for it as well as a standing ovation from her psychology classmates. The two guys who had played the kidnappers’ parts joined the three girls for a meal out the evening after the class. They were full of admiration for Anna and the lengths she had gone to in order to make her research ‘real’. One of the guys, the dark haired one, Brad, said, ‘seriously it taught me a lesson, I felt so bad for you and so wanted to stop your trauma that I almost went back in and stopped it all but I knew you wouldn’t have wanted that. However, I could never do that for real, it hurt me to watch that experiment let alone take part.’ Anna thanked him and gave him a hug and a kiss. ‘Thanks Brad’, she said, ‘and you Jamie, you both did an excellent job but I can’t say I enjoyed it.’ That made them all laugh briefly. As they were leaving the restaurant Brad contrived to have a quiet word with Anna and said, ‘Anna, what do you say we go out for a drink one night, just the two of us. I would like to start again with you if you would let me.’ He blushed then and said, ‘no that came out all wrong, I didn’t mean I wanted to start that bad experience again, I mean I would like to get to know you a bit better.’ Anna smiled at him and said, ‘I understood what you meant Brad and yes, of course, that would be nice. Thank you.’
A couple of nights later, Anna and Brad met in one of the better bars in town. They hit it off quite well and talked about lots of things but inevitably ‘that night’ came up in conversation. Brad asked, ‘I know the whole thing was a nightmare for you but what was the one thing, the part that you think left you changed in some small way?’ Anna said, ’Wow! Just one thing?’ and laughed. ‘well if I’m absolutely honest none of it was pleasant but’, she hesitated momentarily, ‘I wet myself twice that night, something I would never dream of doing under normal circumstances but the second time I was sat in the chair and partly dozing when it happened and although my resistance was exceptionally low I remember part of my mind thinking, ‘it’s not that important, it’s only your own pee and if your body needs to go then so be it, let it go. So I’m not sure whether it was involuntary or a conscious decision if you see.’ It was Brad’s turn to be surprised and he said, ‘Never thought of it like that but now you say it I suppose it’s only as important as we make it.’ ‘Ok,’ Anna said, ‘I’ll let you into a little secret Brad but you must swear never to tell a soul, swear!’ So Brad said seriously, ‘I swear.’ Anna said, ‘after realising that it wasn’t really a big deal I wanted to try it again alone and in a safe place so one evening last week I waited until I was quite desperate, put on a pair of dark jeans and went for a walk across campus. Two blocks from my dorm I was really desperate, so I sat on one of the benches, relaxed and tried to pee. It took a few minutes but all of a sudden I was peeing in my jeans all round my bum and down the top of my thighs into a puddle under the bench. You have no idea how excited and free I felt! So a completely random and unexpected outcome of that little, ‘reality study’, but one I quite like.’
Brad was amazed at this revelation but said, ‘I never thought of freedom being expressed by wetting yourself but as we said earlier it’s no big deal so who am I to criticise?’ ‘You should try it’, Anna said, ‘try it with an open mind and you might surprise yourself.’ It was getting late so they decided to set off with Brad taking her back to her dorm and him going home to his flat in town. When they arrived at Anna’s dorm entrance Brad opened the car door for her and said, ‘I remember ‘taking’ you from here the other week.’ He seemed a little guilty about the whole thing so Anna put her arms around his neck and said, ‘It’s over, history, I’ve done my report and that’s it, now kiss me dammit!’ They kissed with a strength that surprised them both then Anna whispered to him, ‘Brad, I’ve wet myself again.’ He looked shocked for a second and then said, ‘exercising your freedom you mean? Glad you felt you could share that with me’, and kissed her again, this time with his hand cupping her wet bottom. Just as Anna was stripping her wet jeans off inside her room she had a text from Brad. It read, ‘Guess what I’ve just done? I’ve started my freedom course.’ Anna smiled to herself and knew they were going to meet again, and again, and again.
© Roger Ireland 2020 |
Since my other story set in this universe got a good response here is another story I posted in my blog back in January. This is bonus story to add to my Aura of Desperation novel. In the final chapter I had my character joke about how much worse it would be if this weird psychic ability started occurring in the 1950s when people were much more uptight about talking about bathroom related matters. Then after I had finished writing the novel and was reading that back I thought, actually that would make for a funny story all of its own. This will eventually be included with my novel which I will give a larger preview of once I am finished reading and editing the whole thing and have published it. But in the meantime here is the story about my desperation aura and what would happen if it took place in the 1950s, which takes the form of boys and girls each getting an informational 1950s propaganda film about how seeing women glowing because their bladders are full might be giving them unnatural and unwholesome feelings! I like this because it also works not just as a desperation story but as a satire of 1950s propaganda films and sexual uptightness. Enjoy! As always you can also read and comment on it in my blog as well https://desperatejill.livejournal.com/
Your Bladder and You
Sometime in the 1950s in a typical American town.
"Class today we have a very special video for everyone," Mr. Whitaker said.
"Is it going to be another video about how all we have to do to survive a nuclear Holocaust is duck under our desk and cover our heads?" Johnny said as he raised his hand.
"No Johnny, this is actually going to be an informative video about the changes that your body is going through. Recently there has been something of a change in human evolution and we felt that the best way to address this would be through an informational video in the schools. So today the boys and the girls are going to go to separate classrooms and see separate videos about the strange changes you might be noticing. So all of the girls please get up and go to Miss Emily's class to see your video. The boys can stay here and they will watch their video. Now this might be awkward so I don't want any giggling or anything like that."
Once all the girls had left the classroom Mr. Whitaker began playing the boys video.
"Hello patriotic Americans," the man in the video said. "You boys might have been noticing some strange changes going on with your bodies lately but you should not be alarmed. Apparently there has been an evolutionary change in mankind so that now every single man has been noticing women in a different way. You might have been noticing that your female classmates are suddenly glowing all the time."
All of the boys in the class started nodding and smiling at one another.
"I just want to reassure all of you that it's perfectly normal for you to see your female classmates glowing all sorts of different colors," the man on the video said. "The reason why women are glowing now all of the sudden is because they have to go to the bathroom."
Several boys in the class began snickering and laughing.
"Hey listen to the video or I will send you to the principal," Mr. Whitaker said. "If anyone else laughs I am going to give them detention."
"Some of you may find these changes to be rather alarming but I assure you that they are perfectly natural," the man in the video said. "Every woman now glows when her bladder gets to a certain level of fullness with the color changing in color and intensity the greater her need to go to the bathroom is. You may find yourself suddenly more attracted to women suddenly because you find them glowing all the time. There is nothing abnormal about this, but a proper gentleman would not mention these things to a lady. Ladies are very modest and don't like people commenting on the fullness of their bladder based on how they are glowing. So if you see a female classmate who is glowing brightly be kind to her because she needs to go to the bathroom very badly. But also be polite and do not bring up this fact if she does not bring it up first. Simply help her find a bathroom while trying not to make obvious reference to the fact that you know her bladder is extremely full.
"Now there are some of you might find yourself unnaturally interested in this glowing phenomenon that you notice around your female classmates. There is nothing in and of itself abnormal about that, but you do have to realize that the reason women are glowing is because they have to go to the bathroom. You don't want to be attracted to someone simply because of the fullness of their bladder do you?
"Some of you may even take these unnatural urges to dangerous extremes however that would make you to be abnormal. It is not fully normal to be attracted to a woman based on the size or fullness of her bladder. It is also abnormal if you try to cause your female classmates to wet themselves. That is why you should always show proper decorum to your female classmates and never attempt to get them to wet their pants. You wouldn't want them to make you wet your pants would you?
"Some of you may even feel increasingly strong abnormal urges the more you see your female classmates glowing. This new change presents a challenge to all of us in polite society. There are some people who might even be tempted to touch themselves based on the excitement that comes with seeing a female classmate glowing because of a full bladder.
"Don't touch yourselves! As you all know masturbation is a form of mental illness and that if you do it excessively you could grow hair on your palms and you might even go blind. People who touch themselves excessively always end up going insane and becoming social menaces. You don't want to be a menace to your fellow classmates do you?
"Of course you don't! That is why I encourage every patriotic and normal American boy not to give into the urge to touch themselves just because they see their female classmates glowing brightly and beautifully. It is okay to comment that a woman has a healthy glow and that she looks pretty, but remember why she is glowing and try not to think about it too much because that way lies madness!"
Mr. Whitaker turned off the tape. "I hope you all found that informative and educational. Does anybody have any questions?"
Johnny wanted to raise his hands as this video gave him a whole lot of questions.
"Is the fact that women are glowing because of radioactive fallout from nuclear tests?" Wayne asked.
"Nobody knows why women are glowing all of the sudden when their bladders are full," Mr. Whitaker said. "It's a strange and unexplained new phenomenon but I am sure that there is a rational explanation behind it."
"Like what?" Wayne asked as he kept his hand up.
"Well there's a whole bunch of scientific theories on why this might be, but I think that the most rational explanation is it's because of a communist plot," Mr. Whitaker said. "People always said that fluoride in the water was good for us but I think that now we are seeing that there might be an ulterior motive behind putting fluoride in the water."
"But Mr. Whitaker why would the Communists want to put fluoride in the water to make women glow when their bladders are full?"
"How the hell should I know, they are communists, they're crazy! Maybe they want to make our women glow in the dark so that they can easily see them in the nighttime when they invade. If the women are all glowing it will be easier for the Communists to make off with them to send them to all of their crazy breeding camps. And they figure that if all the boys are distracted watching all the girls glowing all the time it will allow them to get the drop on us. Does anyone else have any other questions?"
Johnny and Wayne looked at each other and they shook their heads.
"Good now let us get back to our lesson," Mr. Whitaker said as he wrote on the blackboard civil rights, is it trouble ahead?
"I wonder if the girls video is equally as confusing and strange," Johnny whispered to Wayne.
"Now girls we're going to show you an informative video called your bladder and you," Miss Emily said. "Please hold all questions until the end. I hope that you find this video as informative as our last sex specific video how to find a rich husband and make him happy when he gets home from work."
Miss Emily began playing the video.
"Hi ladies," the woman on the video said. "I'm here to address a strange new phenomenon that you might have noticed. You might have been noticing that your male classmates and teachers and other male associates might have been acting strangely lately. This is because of the strange new phenomenon whereby it seems that women are now glowing but that the glowing is only obvious to men. You are probably wondering why the men are acting so strange as you cannot see what they see.
"Nobody knows why this new phenomenon has occurred, but what we do know is that many men are now being very distracted by the fact that you ladies are glowing and naturally some of you are probably feeling self-conscious about this, as well you should!
"Now of course ladies all of us want to be modest and not be distracting to the men while they do all sorts of important jobs, but unfortunately we have no control over the fact that when our bladders get full we begin glowing. This might attract unwanted male attention and you are probably wondering how you should respond to a man who might be acting strangely because of the fact that your bladder is full and that you are glowing brightly. What exactly is the polite thing to do if you find yourself in a situation where your bladder is full and you are glowing?
"Firstly it's important to stay hydrated so you don't want to dehydrate yourself just because you give off a glow when your bladders are full, as that would not be healthy. But at the same time as a good woman you do not want to be driving the men crazy with your incessant glowing. A proper lady doesn't want men to know when she has to go to the bathroom, but unfortunately that is no longer possible.
"So what you should do ladies if you find yourself with a full bladder is to try to relieve yourself without drawing any attention to yourself. A woman with a full bladder can be very distracting to her male companions and for that reason you should try to take care of a full bladder without drawing more attention to yourself.
"Of course if you are not in a position to relieve your full bladder the proper thing to do is to try to ignore the situation and not draw attention to the fact that your bladder is full. Obviously the men in your life will know that your bladder is full but the proper thing to do is to try not to address it because it's awkward and uncomfortable for everyone.
"Another thing is that many of the men in your life might be suddenly giving you a lot of unwanted attention because of your full bladders. There are some men who might find the idea of a woman who suddenly glows, particularly at night time, extremely attractive. But you should know that these men are extremely abnormal and you should try your best to ignore them because they might have sick urges and impure thoughts because of your full bladder. You should try to avoid provoking these men at all costs because it's up to the women to make sure that the men control themselves.
"So in conclusion ladies if you find yourself with a full bladder that you cannot relieve don't incite the men to craziness by mentioning it. Simply hold it in and try to regard the world with a smile, everyone loves it when a womam smiles. The modest thing to do is to hold a full bladder until you can relieve it and to try not to be a nuisance by letting your bladder be a distraction to others. So remember ladies, if you can't relieve it, hold it and say nothing, because that is the proper thing to do."
"Do you have any questions?" Miss Emily said as she turned off the video.
Elizabeth wanted to ask a question but she felt too awkward asking a question about such an improper topic as did most of the rest of the girls in the class who simply looked at each other nervously.
"Good now let us get back to our lesson," Miss Emily said as she wrote on the board feminism, is it a communist plot like everything else?
Later that day at recess Johnny and Wayne couldn't help but notice that a lot of the girls were glowing.
"Do you see the way that Elizabeth glows, she's really pretty," Johnny said.
"You're not having abnormal feelings towards her because she's glowing are you?" Wayne said.
"No, of course not! I'm a normal patriotic American just like everybody else. I'm not one of those guys who goes after women who are glowing all the time."
"Okay that's good, because you wouldn't want to be with a woman who was glowing all the time because that will make her an easy target when the communists invade."
"You don't really think that this is a communist plot do you?"
"Who knows, those Russians are crazy like Mr. Whitaker said. They probably want to turn us all into perverts who will be easily distracted by glowing women with full bladders. But we are totally normal boys who are not going to be turned on by a little bit of glowing from women."
"Hi Johnny," Elizabeth said as she came over with a bright glow around her that made her look like she had a halo, like she was actually an angel or something.
"Elizabeth, hi!" Johnny said feeling nervous and trying not to get an erection by thinking of his mother and apple pie.
"I was just wondering Johnny, if you're not doing anything this weekend, do you think you would like to go see a monster movie with me?"
"Sure Elizabeth, I would love to go to the movies with you. I can pick you up at around 7 PM."
"That sounds great, I'll be looking forward to it."
As Elizabeth walked off Johnny and Wayne looked at each other.
"I can't believe Elizabeth agreed to go on a date with me!" Johnny shouted.
"Are you really sure that you want to go out with Elizabeth?" Wayne asked.
"I am as sure of that as I am sure that America will have a city on the moon by 1965."
"I'm just saying that I can't help but notice that she seemed to be flaunting the fact that she was glowing. It's almost like she abstained from going to the bathroom specifically to make herself more attractive."
"It's not like that at all! You know I'm not a weird guy like that, I'm no communist, I'm a Yankee first and foremost. You know I check my closet every night for communist spies and hidden microphones like every normal American boy."
Wayne shook his head. "I don't know, many a good man has been corrupted by a woman and now women are glowing, they are practically radioactive."
"Well I'm not going to give up my date with Elizabeth, I have been looking forward to this for my entire life. I can't believe she actually asked if I wanted to go on a date with her."
"Just you be careful, you never know what a glowing woman could be up to. And if I were you I would go easy on the tap water."
That night all Johnny could think about was Elizabeth glowing brightly like a vision straight from heaven. When he woke up he found that he had had one of those embarrassing dreams again, one so intense he almost thought that he had wet the bed.
"I'm not an abnormal freak," Johnny said as he woke up from his dream to realize that he had a very wet dream. But he was trying to convince himself of that because he wasn't quite sure. He didn't think that there was anything abnormal about his attraction towards Elizabeth. He had been attracted to her since before women started glowing all of the sudden, although he had to admit that he was suddenly more attracted to her than ever before.
When he got up he cleaned up his bed and put on his best outfit and wanted to get to Elizabeth's house as early as possible. When she answered the door he couldn't help but notice that she was dressed in a bright pink dress and she had a faint greenish glow around her which he knew meant that she already had to go to the bathroom.
"Elizabeth, hi, how are you," Johnny said, once again trying to control his excitement at seeing her bright and glowing.
"I'm doing great Johnny, how about you?" Elizabeth said with a smile.
"I'm doing wonderful," Johnny said unable to help the fact that he was getting extremely excited by the fact that she was already glowing. "Are you ready to go or is there anything that you want to get or do before we leave?" He was trying to subtly indicate that maybe she wanted to use the bathroom because her glowing was driving him completely frantic.
"No Johnny I think that everything's fine, I think we should get to the movies right away," she said as they began walking to the movies.
"Two for the double feature," Johnny said as he purchased the tickets. It was a double billing of The Communists from Outer Space and Communist Invaders from Mars.
"Let's get something at the concession stand," Elizabeth said as Johnny got them both large popcorns and very large sodas with a free refill option.
As they sat down to start watching the movie Johnny couldn't help but notice that Elizabeth was glowing more brightly and was starting to turn orange which he knew meant that she had to go to the bathroom desperately bad, and yet she seemed to be fully calm and composed.
Johnny was barely paying attention to the movie because he couldn't help but notice that Elizabeth was glowing so brightly and all he could think about was how she had not been to the bathroom this entire time.
By the time the first movie was over Elizabeth was now glowing bright orange and Johnny couldn't help but notice that large numbers of people were staring at her, or at least the men were anyway.
"I'm going to go use the bathroom," Johnny said as he got up during the intermission. "Is there anything else you want at the concession stand?"
"Yeah, can you get a refill on this for me," Elizabeth said as she handed him her empty soda cup.
"Sure," Johnny said as he took her empty cup, used the bathroom and got her cup refilled.
"Hey Johnny, how is your date going?" Wayne asked.
"Wayne, what are you doing here?" Johnny asked.
"I just came to see a movie like everybody else, but I couldn't help but notice that your girlfriend was distracting a lot of people in the theater with her glowing," Wayne said as he shook his head.
"There's nothing wrong with a woman who glows."
"I don't know it's kind of immodest, do you think that she might be a communist or a feminist or a communist feminist, possibly from the planet Venus?"
"Dammit Wayne for the last time, Elizabeth isn't a communist, she isn't a feminist and she isn't an alien invader or all three."
"Are you sure, those things usually come in threes, haven't you been paying attention to the movie?"
"I just want to get back to my date, Elizabeth is waiting for me to give her her refill of her soda."
Wayne shook his head as Johnny ran back to the theater. "She's going to be the death of him, that glowing bladder hussy!"
As Johnny sat back down next to Elizabeth and gave her back her once again full soda he couldn't help but notice that she started rapidly drinking it. Much like with the first movie he found himself barely able to concentrate on the highly cerebral plot about a bunch of alien communist body snatchers from Mars replacing people at the highest levels of government.
"The nerve of that woman," a man said as they looked at Elizabeth who was now glowing bright red. "Her glowing is distracting me from the movie."
Johnny couldn't help but notice that everyone in the theater seemed to be staring at he and Elizabeth but Elizabeth seemed like she was just sitting there calmly watching the movie even though he knew her bladder must be ready to explode. The fact that she could sit there so calmly while her bladder was that full was driving Johnny absolutely wild and making him think that maybe alien communists had been doing something to his brain waves after all.
Finally the movie was over and he noticed that Elizabeth had long since finished her large soda.
"I think I'm going to go use the little boys room," Johnny said. Johnny went into the bathroom and splashed himself with some cold water to try and get himself under control. The fact that Elizabeth was now glowing as bright as the sun was really making him wild. The thought that her bladder was so full was getting him really hot and bothered.
"How did the date go," Wayne said coming up behind Johnny and scaring him.
"Wayne you startled me, I thought you were an alien communist from Mars!" Johnny shouted.
Wayne laughed. "Well I'm no alien communist from Mars, but I'm thinking that maybe your girlfriend is. What type of human being has a bladder capacity that extreme?"
"There is nothing abnormal about Elizabeth," Johnny said. "She's a lovely modest young girl and she probably just doesn't want to say anything about the fact that she has to go to the bathroom. She's probably just shy about it, lots of girls are shy about it."
"I don't know, she still seems kind of suspicious to me."
"Well she's waiting for me, so I don't want to keep her waiting."
When Johnny came out of the restroom he could see that Elizabeth was standing there still glowing bright red.
"Do you need to use the bathroom before we leave?" Johnny asked not wanting to sound rude but at the same time astonished that she hadn't used the bathroom.
"Oh it's out of order," Elizabeth said as she stood there and Johnny could see that she was very slightly crossing her legs at the ankles. "But that's okay, we will be home in a little while."
"I thought that maybe we could go look at the town from up on the mountain side," Johnny said not wanting to explicitly mentioned that he wanted to take her to make out point.
"You know that sounds rather nice Johnny, I would love to," Elizabeth said as the two of them began walking. As they walked Johnny noticed that everyone was staring directly at Elizabeth because she had been lighting up the night like a supernova. Going around with a woman on his arm that everyone was looking at made Johnny feel like he was special and important and he couldn't help but grow more excited every second that he kept Elizabeth away from the bathroom.
Finally they got to the point where they could see the entire city and they saw lots of other people were making out, but a lot of them were looking at Johnny and Elizabeth probably because of the fact that Elizabeth was lighting up the night.
Eventually Johnny leaned forward and began kissing Elizabeth. She was so bright that he was finding he was seeing spots but he didn't even care. He could feel Elizabeth shaking and trembling as he kissed her and he knew that she must be getting close to the point where she needed to use the bathroom, and the fact that she had put it off all night long was driving him completely out of his mind.
After making out for a while they knew that they had to get home but Johnny went as slow as possible seeing how long he could keep Elizabeth away from the bathroom. As they walked down the street several men put their arms up to their eyes and several women looked at the men with jealous stares as they all stared at Elizabeth.
"I guess I will see you in school on Monday," Johnny said as Elizabeth kissed him and smiled.
"Thank you for a lovely evening," Elizabeth said as she smiled and closed the door and immediately ran towards the bathroom, quickly sat down on the toilet and finally relieved herself as she moaned a sigh of relief as she looked in the mirror. "Modest my ass, it's time to shine! My glow brings all the boys to the yard."
Johnny practically ran home and ran past his parents, ran into his bedroom, locked the door and began furiously masturbating to thoughts of Elizabeth and her bursting bladder and it didn't take long before he had made a mess of things.
As he laid back in bed looking up at the ceiling and feeling extremely relaxed he simply shook his head. "I don't care if I do go blind and grow hair on my palms, I'm proud to be abnormal!"
Wayne was looking in through the window and shaking his head. "It looks like we've lost another one to the communist invasion," Wayne said as he walked down the street.
"Hi Wayne," said Cindy, a girl he had always had a crush on and who at the moment was glowing bright red and twirling her fingers through her hair. "What are you doing out late at night? I was wondering if maybe you wanted to do something?"
As Wayne stood there looking at the love of his life glowing like a firecracker in the sky he couldn't help but think that she might be an alien or a communist or a feminist or maybe even all three, but at that moment he didn't care.
"Cindy I would love to," Wayne said as he smiled and offered Cindy a drink. |
Good odds of rain in Vegas
Prelude
When John had first laid eyes on Amber that warm night in freshers fair, he had thought he had found the one. She was beautiful, with shoulder length black hair that was blowing gently in the breeze as she stood drinking at the Canal bar, her smooth Alabaster skin almost glowing in the moonlight while her green eyes sparkled as she laughed at one of her friends jokes. John had seen her as soon as he had gotten to the outdoor seating area, but it took him almost an hour to pluck up the courage to speak to her, watching nervously from a table nearby.
But now as they stood waiting for a cab outside a nightclub with his shirt drenched as heavy rain fell around them, he was starting wonder why he had ever gotten up. They had only been together 6 months, but this wasn’t their first argument on this topic.
“You are always doubting me”
“There is a difference between asking if someone has to pee and doubting them as a person Amber”
“Yeah, well there is not in my book” She said sternly, still holding Johns coat above her head. Another thing he was regretting right now.
“So in your book someone asking if you need to pee is an insult.” He shot back more aggressively than he meant. But he hadn’t even wanted to come out tonight, this was her idea and now as he stood getting soaked, he wasn’t best pleased with how the night had gone.
“Don’t take that tone with me and Yes it is the same”
There was an audible pause, the tension sitting between them unbearable.
“ and I’ve had enough, I think…..I think we are over John.”
“Wait what? Your dumping me because of this.”
“Yes”
“Because I asked if you needed to pee” He said incredulously.
“No because you asked me twice, you asked me if I was sure I didn’t need to visit the bathroom. That’s not only doubting my bladder but doubting me to know what my limits are, which I can assure you are far bigger than anyone else you have ever met!” She said, pouting slightly. If she hadn’t been holding his coat up to shield her John was sure she would have crossed her arms with that statement.
“So that’s it?” He said, his head swirling with emotions. She was being crazy…wasn’t she? Or had he done something wrong?
“Yes we are over John.” She said turning her head quickly and walking away, leaving a stunned and bemused John standing alone outside the nightclub.
1 week later.
“Isn’t it going to be a bit awkward, with you know who?” A short brunette in slightly gothic attire asked the group of them, now sitting around a table at the university coffee shop. Her dark blue shirt matched with dark black trousers and a black fishnet top that layered on top of her shirt.
“She’s not Voldemort Suzie, but yeah it is going to be...interesting” John said, unsure of how he would manage, being forced to be with your ex for a week was not how he had planned to spend his time.
“That’s why you should never date anyone on the same course as you” came the helpful advice of their friend Roger who was currently sitting on the table chewing some sort of toffee stick.
“Yeah, and eating a foot of toffee at 7.30 in the morning is how you get Diabetes” Suzie shot back,
“Breakfast of champions!” Roger replied, stretching his arms out.
“But seriously, you going to be ok?” Suzie asked John.
“Yeah, I mean it might be a bit awkward, but we wont be together all the time. We all have our own rooms and we can do different activities on the course, so it should be fine…..right?.” He said, trying to muster a convincing smile. The look in both his friends faces told him he hadn’t.
Although Rogers eyes now looked like he had seen a ghost.
“What up?.”
“I hear you have been making fun of my bladder to everyone”.
Shit, he knew that voice, it was Amber. Even without knowing her voice she was the only person he knew to get this upset about a bodily function.
“I…um, I mean we are not together anymore and people wanted to know what happened….so I told them. What was I supposed to do?”. John stammered slightly awkwardly.
“Not make fun of my bladder!” Amber said, pointing a finger at him.
“Which is way stronger than yours, I still remember that desperate dash to the toilet after you made me watch that avenger’s film.”
“I wasn’t making fun of your bladder, I was just saying how ridiculous you were being about taking everything as an insult when all I did was ask you if you needed to visit the ladies room.”
“Again John, it wasn’t that, it was that you didn’t trust me to know whats best for me. If you doubt my bladder you doubt me as a person, its part of me after all.”
“I…..”
“You should never have doubted my bladder”
“I….”
“Ill show you, and your friends here” she said, her finger moving between Suzie and Roger who simply smacked his lips around the last of his breakfast in response.
“Show me what Amber?” Roger replied uninterested.
“I’ll show you that you should never have doubted my bladder!” Her finger now firmly back between john’s eyes.
“Amber, I didn’t dou….”
“No, its too late to apologise”
“Well, I wasn’t going too I was just…”
“You don’t have to say it, I’m going to prove you wrong. You will see.”
“I…uh forget it. You know what, you want too hurt yourself trying to prove something to us go right ahead.”
“I’m not going to hurt myself, I can handle anything and everything my bladder needs too. You’ll see.” She hissed at him, her nostrils flaring madly as if he had insulted her in the worst way possible. John had never seen that side of her before, it was frankly kind of scary.
“You’ll see!” She shouted again, walking off.
A few moments of awkward silence fell on the group of friends, still in disbelief of what they had just been affronted by. How could someone get so angry about peeing.
“You guys ever notice that one long hair in her left nostril before?” Roger broke the awkwardness, causing the others to burst out laughing.
“No…I cant say I ever noticed that part” John responded, reaching for his coffee.
“Even when you were naked, doing the nasty?” Roger asked, raising an eyebrow and gyrating his hips slightly.
“Ummm no, I kind of had other things to look at that were more interesting than her nose”
“Ewww, too much info guys” Suzie said, shaking her head and trying to get the image of her friend and Amber nakedly intwined out of it.
“Ahhhh, You mean like her bladder” Roger responded, scrunching up the toffee’s wrapper and tossing it like a basketball into the nearby rubbish bin.
“Yeah, like her bladder” John laughed.
Despite the sight of Amber bringing up old feelings, John was glad these two were with him, he couldn’t have asked for better friends. “Oh shit, the bus leaves in like 15 minutes, we need to meet Professor Gallagher by the Geology lab.” Roger said, flicking his sunglasses down over his eyes.
After helping the professor load the piles of equipment into the bus, the trio climbed aboard. Walking up the isle John couldn’t help but make eye contact with Amber again, she was sat right in the middle of the back row. It was kind of hard for him to not have seen her, or maybe that was the point. As he stood paralysed with mixed emotions again she met his eyes, picking up the large bottle of water she had in her hands and putting it to her lips. Without missing a beat she started to chug the entire large bottle In front of him, why was she doing this? He thought.
An elbow to his ribs from Suzie forcefully pushed him out of his trance and into a seat while she took the other, slinging her bag onto John for him to hold. In front of them Roger Knelt on the seats and looked back over the seats at them.
“Vegas Baby!” he said excitedly tapping the tops of the seats with his two hands.
“Mr Naughton, this is an essential education trip that forms a key part of your degree, not some sort of drunk Jolly trip.”
“Yes professor” he replied.
But as soon as the professor had turned around, he couldn’t help but silent mime shouting “Vegas baby” while shooting finger guns into the air.
31 hours, 3 time zones and a lot of random films later John found himself being jostled awake.
“Excuse me sir, we are going for landing” Came a soothing female voice
“5 more minutes” he mumbled, the travel having fried his mind and no longer being aware of where he was.
“He dick head, the nice lady needs you to wake up” A less than soothing voice called out next him.
“Ughhh, sorry.” John said groggily to the air hostess that now looked a little embarrassed by Rogers outburst. Wiping the drool from his face, he looked over to see Roger happily scanning through the in flight magazine.
“What got you so happy? Other than getting the chance to shout at me”
“Im home”
“Your from London mate, you are about as far from home as possible”
“More than 100 hundred casino’s, 46 strip clubs, miles of beaches with beautiful women in Bikini's” Roger said a wide smile across his face and ignoring Johns point entirely.
“And you will get to see none of it”
“Wrong, we are only about an hour from and there is a taxi number right here, plus 111 bars, 47 nightclubs and 9 shooting ranges” He said turning the page he was reading so John could see.
“Hopefully not in that order” John replied, rubbing his eyes.
A short while later a soft bump signalled they had arrived and they quickly joined the crush of passengers disembarking. Making their way through the security the pair of them waited by the luggage carousel for their bags.
“Whats up rubes”
“Hey Suzie, how was life in row Z?”
“Pretty uneventful but you wont believe…” she paused for a moment, looking around to see if it was safe.
“Okay, So I was opposite Amber and a few of her friends and I woke up one time when they were talking…. and it turns out that Amber really meant what she said about her bladder”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean she was claiming or more like boasting to her friends that her bladder is able to withstand anything and she hasn’t gone to the toilet since before we left.”
“You cant be serious, no one can go 24 hours without peeing Suzie” Roger said, clearly not believing the story.
“Yeah im sure you dreamt it” John added, although knowing what Amber was like, he was sure it was more than plausible she would attempt something like this.
“No, because I haven’t slept since and…” She paused for a moment to pinch Roger hard on the arm.
“OW!”
“Not dreaming, so yeah she said that the last time she peed was before bed last night….or 2 nights ago….no last night. Either way, She hasn’t gone in like 40 hours! and what makes it even madder is she doesn’t even look desperate yet!”
“Ok, so what does this have to do with us?”
“Oh come on…I’ll show you” she said wagging her finger exaggeratedly and putting on a funny voice.
“It was Amber, not a pirate. But you can’t be seriously thinking she is not peeing to prove a point to us?”
“I mean why else not pee?”
“I suppose, how long do you recon she can last?”
“I don’t know, but I didn’t think anyone could go 40 hours. ooh, there’s my bag” She said completely distracted as she pushed her way to the front the Que.
“Im sure you are supposed to pinch yourself…” Roger said quietly, rubbing his arm and following Suzie as the three of them grabbed their bags.
Outside they regrouped with the others from their course, boarding a large coach that was waiting for them. Choosing seats near the front they managed to avoid a repeat of the first bus.
“Can I have your attention please” The professor said at the front of the bus.
“So we are driving straight to the worksite and won’t be returning to our accommodation until later this evening. So, if any of you would like to use a fully plumed in toilet before then this is your last chance. The drive there is only a couple of hours and then we will get to work collecting soil and rock samples using the same methodology we did last term. I expect us to be back at our hotel by about 7pm for a late dinner and then I will brief you with the rest of the weeks work. Finally, its going to be hot the next few days so please remember to drink plenty when we are out in the field, I don’t want anyone getting heat stroke”
A few people scurried back off the coach and back into the arrivals, taking their last chance to pee in something other than a bush for the next 6 hours.
Now sitting around a large table, the trio of friends passed their time playing cards as Roger taught them the ropes of poker. Looking up the bus John couldn’t help but see Amber a few rows up but in the isle seat. He watched as she brought another large bottle of water to her lips and began to drink, as she drained the remaining liquid he noticed her shift slightly in her seat. Could Suzie be really be right about her not peeing in almost 2 days? He knew she was prideful about it and would regularly skip her morning pee, but 40 hours, it was ridiculous.
“Yahtzee!” Suzie shouted, throwing her hand of cards to the table.
“Wrong game!” Roger said getting more annoyed at loosing than her antics. It seemed she was a natural…or lied about not knowing how to play. Either way the prize pool of snacks was quickly swept onto her side of the table.
“Anyone got change for a snickers?” John joked, although part of his mind was still thinking about Amber. How far was she willing to go to prove something to them?
Arriving in the early afternoon the group dismounted the bus and helped get all the equipment off.
“Ok guys” Professor Gallagher said, clapping his hands together.
“So this morning is simply about your group projects that you started a couple of weeks ago. We are here to collect a number of rock and soil samples that we will analyse tomorrow for mineral composition. Each of you has 12 core samples to gather, try not to get them all from the same sedimentary base. Also there are trays to put your rock samples in and pens to mark which ones are yours. Please remember to do that!, otherwise I cannot guarantee you will get your own one back. But other than that, you have 5 hours so let go rock and roll. He said, the professors expression showed he was clearly happy with that pun, even though most of the class either groaned or stayed silent.
Grabbing their things, the three of them checked out the nearby trail map and headed north towards an area of forest. The sampling technique was quite easy as they took it in turns to use the small shovel and kit to collect their samples. Despite the trees for cover they could all feel the sun beating down on them.
“Ok I need a breather” Roger said, standing up and flexing his back.
“Yeah and I need to pee” Suzie said, finishing off another bottle of water. They had all gone through several in the few hours they had been there and john could also feel a heavy weight in his bladder.
“Yeah I need one too” John added.
“Well, you are not coming with me. You go that way and I’ll go this way” Suzie said pointing up the hill slightly
“And I’ll stay right here” Roger said, tipping his hat over his face as he reclined under one of the trees.
A couple of minutes later they returned to find him snoring loudly. Something that was quickly stopped by a kick of Suzie’s boot.
“OW, can you stop hitting me”
“Look its getting late, we should probably head back towards the bus. I still have a couple of samples to get but we can do those down there.” She added.
“Yeah sounds like a good idea.”
Standing the group slowly walked down the hill, stopping a couple of times to take their final core samples before arriving at the bus a few minutes early. Again, the professor stood up in the centre, using the steps on the bus for better elevation. “Ok guys, I hope you have all of your core samples for tomorrow. Make sure you keep them on you and look after them. Your results from tomorrow will go towards your final grade for this module.”
Putting the sampling tools back into the bus storage John couldn’t help but pick Amber's voice out of the crowd again.
“Come on June, we are going to be late. You should have gone earlier, cant you hold it even for an hour”
“I did go earlier at the airport, but we drank so much water because of the heat I really have to go again.”
“Really, you should try to have more control June. I haven’t gone in like two days and you don’t see me whining like a baby”
“I…you’re right, its not that bad…. I can hold it” her friend said, although her crossed legs suggested it was actually that bad.
But that wasn’t the part that had gotten Johns attention. So it was true, she was holding her pee!
Taking their seats again he watched as Amber reached to put her bag into the space above her seat. As her shirt rose with her arms it exposed her stomach, a clear and relatively large bulge was already present. Despite it she quickly sat down with her legs calmly side by side, how was she still so composed. She must have been so full, John was sure if he was in her place he would have been absolutely dying.
Opening her bag she rummaged through it, taking out 3 empty bottles of water and he could see the tops of others still in her bag.
“Hey June, do you have any more water Im out?”
“Yeah I do, just don’t make me watch you drink it.” She said handing over a large litre bottle of water.
“Thanks, you sure you don’t want any”
“Yes!...” her legs starting to bob on the spot. “oh god this was a mistake, do you think they will still let me out to pee” June asked nervously. But as soon as she did, the doors closed and the bus began to move.
Pulling out the cards again, Roger wasn’t done and wanted a rematch with Suzie.
An hour later another pile of winnings sat in front of Suzie, much to the annoyance of Roger.
“How can someone be so lucky!” he said throwing his loosing pair on the table.
“Are we done?” Suzie asked
“Yeah”
“Ok then, I’ll let you in on a little secret”
“What, are you cheating?”
“Not exactly….I can see your cards reflected off your sunglasses”
“What!” Roger almost shouted, taking off his glasses and inspecting them.
“You cheated!”
“No, you’re an idiot and he cant keep his eyes of Amber for more than 5 minutes” She said nodding her head in the direction of John.
It was true, as much as he tried not too he couldn't help it. He was stuck, he still had some feelings for her despite how it had ended. But the way it ended also meant he would happily see her taken down a peg on her bladder righteousness, but if she was doing this to prove something to him he couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty. Although now, it wasn’t her need to pee that was distracting him.
Across the aisle he could see June’s feet rapidly dancing on the floor of the bus, her legs moving constantly as she danced in her desperation. Every time they had hit a bump in the last 10 minutes a squeak or squeal escaped her, resulting in a displeased look from Amber. If this was how she treated her friends that need to pee maybe he shouldn’t feel bad after all.
“Im sorry I cant hold it Amber” June whimpered
“Yes you can, you’re a grown woman”
“Im so full, its starting to really hurt now”
“You’re a gown woman, your bladder can stretch, your fine”
“Im going to wet myself, we drank so much water, Please you have to help me Amber”
“You are fine June”
“Please you have to let me up so I can ask them to stop”
“You are fine, control yourself”
“Please” June begged
“Are you a child or a grown woman” Amber shot back harshly.
“I….”
“We are only like 10 minutes away now, surely you can last that long”
“Pleeease Amber”
“No, im going to help you realise you are capable of holding it. You cant let you bladder run your life”
Another whimper escaped June, just audible over the sound of the bus. But with that final comment from Amber she clearly decided not to fight her, instead June began to rock in her seat, her hands pressed tightly into her crotch.
Somehow, she remained dry as the bus pulled into their hotel 15 minutes later. While he couldn’t see most of June’s desperate actions, going off Ambers increasingly annoyed looking face they were likely only getting worse. But somehow she had made it.
“There you go, you made it” Amber said slightly condescendingly as the engine of the bus shut off.
“If I get up im seriously going to wet myself, I’ve never been this desperate Amber”
“You are fine, come on lets grab out stuff and you can go pee”
“Oh god” June whimpered again
Slowly standing the pair of them followed by John and his friends walked off the bus. With June taking such small steps it took a while, with some people wondering what was going on.
“Oh no….” A loud groan came from In front of John and then suddenly the line of people were moving quicker. Looking out of the large windows he could see June desperately sprinting towards the entrance of the hotel. A dark streak obvious on her skin-tight light green leggings, she hadn’t made it.
Murmurs and a few jokes about June passed through the group and soon everyone knew what had happened. A few minutes later as she re-emerged red faced from the hotel, her leggings were completely drenched as she quickly grabbed her bag and went to change.
Soon a dinner of fried chicken and chips was served, a nice hearty meal to make up for the plastic like food they had eaten on the plane. Endless streams of sugary soda was also served, with people enjoying the cool drinks after a day in the field. Everyone was also clearly enjoying the sweeter American Soda, taking multiple refills and trying to have a bit of each of the dozen soda varieties on offer.
Walking up for a refill john noticed June staring intently as the dispenser, her large empty cup passing between her two hands.
“Hey June, its hard to pick right?”
“I…uh yeah sorry. Totally zoned out there”
“Go anywhere fun?” he joked
“Umm…no” her face blushed deeply. “I…uhhh, I was thinking about earlier”
“Oh, yeah sorry about that. But don’t take any notice of anyone, it can happen to us all.”
“Yeah except Amber” she said staring at the floor for a second.
“I uhhhh”
“Oh sorry, I didn’t mean to bring her up” she said apologetically. “I forgot you were a think and then…oh wait sorry I didn’t mean to bring that up either…..Im just going to stop talking now.”
“Its alright, Its not your fault, I guess things were just not meant to be” he said, sliding his cup under the machine and watching the sprite fall into his cup.
“Well, see you round.” He said leaving her still at the machine. June’s face was now bright red, making him feel kind of bad leaving like that but he really didn’t want to talk about it right now. Stopping for a moment he leaned back, “The cherry Coke is good if you are still wondering which one to go for”
“Thanks”
Walking back to the table he joined his friends. Had he been to confrontational, he looked back towards June wondering if he should go apologise, or was it all in his head. It wasn’t her fault she was friends with Amber. But before he could make up his mind she walked to where Amber was sitting, and he wasn’t going to go over now. But curiously he watched as she seemed to offer Amber the drink, it looked like she was giving a peace offering or something. But surely it should have been the other way around, it was Amber that had made her wet herself after all. But it seemed she had graciously accepted the drink and any animosity had been lost.
“So whats the plan for tonight?” Roger asked through a mouthful of chips, or fries considering where they were.
“Im kind of jet lagged, Im probably going to call it a night after this.”
“Lame, come on we are in Vegas!” Roger said.
“No, im with John, plus tomorrow is kind of important for our grade.”
“Double lame, but yeah ok ill take the hint. But tomorrow we are going out”
“Yeah sure, we can do tomorrow” They all agreed.
Despite sleeping on the plane the hours of travel and the half a day in the sun had actually tired John out, although it was strange how much that comment of June had hit him. It seemed to have sapped all his energy, but at least that meant sleep came easily to him.
The next morning the students woke to possibly the largest breakfast any of them had ever seen. Piles of meat, bread, fruit and anything you could possibly want to drink was laid on the tables in the food hall.
“Wow, this looks amazing.” Roger said entering the hall.
“Ok guys, if I can have your attention please” The professor said, interrupting his reverie.
“So today is largely up to you guys, you have your samples from yesterday and the conference room next door has been outfitted with our analysis equipment. You should have all brought your laptops as well, for anything you may want to use them for. But your results must be submitted to me by 6pm today. You have 8 hours to complete this practical and remember it accounts for 40% of your final grade. As usual you will be working in 2’s and 3’s, make sure to write all contributors on your work before submitting it.”
“Finally, good luck!, and the refreshments will be resupplied through the day, so feel free to eat and drink as much as you want, but remember you are here to do work and not just have fun!”
Going through into the conference room John, Suzie and Roger picked out a table near the door to work on.
“Right so, how do you want to do this. Should we all work together on each bit or do a bit each?” John asked.
“Well, the pH analysis is simple but takes a while, then Nitrate’s is quick but you have to keep an eye on it the entire time. Nutrient and organic make up would probably need at least two of us right?” Suzie responded.
“Yeah, I mean that’s all true…but that didn’t sound like a decision.” Roger said sarcastically, causing her to hit him on the arm.
“Why don’t I set up the pH stuff now and we can leave that going through the day. You guys get the stuff prepped for Nutrient and organic analysis and once the pH is stable I can come join you guys and help with what you need.” John suggested
“Cool, then we can leave the Nitrate stuff for last. If we get towards the end and someone’s not doing something they can always do it while we finish up the others.”
“Sounds like a plan” Roger said, satisfied with the now filled out plan.
“Cool let’s….well this is going to be awkward” Suzie said, her eyes looking towards the door in.
During the five minutes they had been there, the room had filled up quickly. Now the only space free was the one opposite them and walking towards them was Amber and June.
“I can not believe this is the only space left” Amber added.
“Yeah we don’t much like it either” Suzie shot back.
“Look, lets just keep it professional and do our own work.” John suggested, trying to keep the peace between his friends and Ex, maybe this day wasn’t going to be so simple after all.
“I think that’s probably for the best” Amber agreed. “Should we start with the Nitrate to get it out of the way?” she said turning to June.
“Can do, should be fairly quick”
“Right, I’ll go grab the stuff, be right back” Amber said
“Ok, I’ll go grab us some coffee.” June added, before they both left the table again.
“This is going to be a long day” Roger said once they were out of earshot.
The first test went well, it would take a couple of hours before the solution chemically stabilised and they could determine the acidity of the soil. Give its presence near limestone it was probably Alkaline, but knowing the answers wasn’t the point of this. Suzie and Roger had made good progress with the organic analysis, getting all the mixtures ready for testing. While with a slight tweak they had also streamlined the process for working out the nutrient levels as well. The two tests were similar in a lot of ways, so by colour coordinating their beakers with little coloured sticky notes they had almost prepared enough samples for both tests.
“Perfect, so green is nutrient and blue is organic.” Suzie said, happy with her handy work.
“If both of you guys start the next step, I’ll keep making these mixtures so we can keep a train of samples running through them.” It was nice to see how confident Suzie was, she was a natural leader and John was sure things would not be going nearly as smoothly if it was just him and Roger. Although to be fair the colour system had been Rogers idea.
Across from them was another leader, or possibly more of a task master. Amber was dictating every little detail while June worked with a fast pace and almost as soon as Amber wanted something she had already prepared it. They made a good team, with one giving the orders and the other filling them. It seemed they were on the final stages of the nitrate analysis and Amber was really pouring it on. Watching for a moment he noticed June reaching for the vial she had just finished making a moment ago, but being preoccupied with the last task she had been given her hand went past it and grabbed the wrong flask.
Should he do something, they weren’t supposed to help other groups. If it had been anyone else John knew he would surely had said something. But at the same time and knowing Amber she would probably pretend its what she meant to do even at the expense of her grade.
*Ahem, John cleared his throat a couple of times, trying to play it off as a cough.
Luckily Amber didn’t seem to care and didn’t even look up, even more luckily June had done.
Coughing again he nodded slightly at the vial and then used his eyes to point at the other flask still on the table. June looked down, her eyes going wide as she realised the almost fatal mistake she had made. Looking back at John she nodded in thanks before picking up the right flask.
“Can you not cough so loudly its distracting and frankly a bit gross, and where is the next nitrate solution June?”
“Sorry, its right here” June said handing her the flask.
“Thank you. I think we have a few minutes before the next sample.”
“Perfect, I’ll go grab us a drink.” June said before quickly disappearing back into the dining hall.
She returned a couple of minutes later with a large bottle of water, a large coffee and a slightly smaller one.
“I thought we should make the most of the free coffee, and I brought some water in case you start feeling dehydrated or anything.”
“Thank you that’s very kind” Amber said grabbing the coffee and beginning to sip it.
This scene played out a number of times throughout the day of work. While John and the others shared the work equally and helped where needed, Amber kept working on the analysis while June kept her supplied with ingredients and a string of large drinks. To be fair the room had gotten exceedingly warm over the last few hours, but Amber was still the only one that hadn’t left to visit the toilet. Not that John had noticed June leave either, but he was sure she was likely to be taking those trips at the same time when getting her friend yet another drink. She was playing her role as Amber's little helper well, keeping her stocked on anything and everything she needed.
Despite her confidence John had started to notice the subtle signs that Amber was starting to feel her bladder fill. Her legs had gotten progressively closer together over the last hour and now occasionally she would pause what she was doing and close her eyes for a moment. Although that could have just been her thinking or resting her eyes after concentrating so much. It was hard to tell.
“Do you want to start the nitrate test John?” Suzie asked. “Im on the last sample of this”
“Yeah sure, what time is it?”
“About quarter to 5”
“Perfect, shouldn’t take an hour to do this” He said grabbing the small chemical sachet from the supplies they had gathered earlier and dumping it into a nearby conical flask.
40 minutes later the final sample was reduced and placed onto the paper for testing. Dipping it in the litmus solution, the electronic probe was turned on and a reading showing a pH of 8, confirming their earlier prediction of an alkaline soil.
“Nice, looks like we are done. Just finish writing up the last few bits” He said proudly
“Awesome, and with more than half an hour to spare.” Suzie said happily. She had been stressing slightly about this but thankfully everything seemed to have gone smoothly, despite their table partners. Although looking across it seemed they too were finishing up.
Cross checking their work and double checking all the numbers made sense, the trio who handed their papers in to the waiting professor.
“So food then town?” Roger said, determined to make it into Vegas at least once this trip.
“Yeah Im starving, we never really did have lunch did we?” John added, now aware of the ache in his stomach.
“No we didn’t, should we see what is left in the food hall since it free after all.”
“Yeah sounds good.” They agreed.
Walking into the room it seemed the refilling wasn’t a lie. Despite the constant trips from the three dozen students the hall was still full of foods of all types. Grabbing a plate they started to pile the food onto them, breads, meats and cheeses of all types. Sitting at a free table and starting to fill their faces they noticed a familiar pairing walked in.
“Can’t go anywhere without them” Suzie said, pointing with her sandwich.
“Is that her bladder?” Roger asked
Looking closer John could see what he meant, there was a clear bulge pushing out of her short t-shirt and above the waistline of her jeans. A bulge that wasn’t there before the trip, even the small one he had seen on the bus had nothing on what she was currently sporting. The fact they had noticed it from 20 meters away was a sure sign of that.
“Holy shit, how much did she drink” Roger whispered.
“I don’t know, she did drink a lot through the day” John replied
“She might regret that if she wants the keep her insane bladder pride thing going.”
“Yeah well, its none of our business” Suzie added, taking another bite out of her sandwich.
That was true, but john still felt slightly responsible for the immense discomfort she must surely be feeling right now. He could see she was struggling to walk normally, her thighs pressing tightly together as she did and her face slightly flushed. But despite that she still accepted a large glass of water from June who still seemed to be playing the doting friend.
Second and third plates were filled and finished off as they ate their fill. The full day with little to no food clearly increasing their appetite. Walking up for a glass of water john spotted June doing the same.
“Hey, I wanted to say sorry for yesterday. I didn’t mean to come across…I don’t know cold?” John said, “I was just a bit tired.”
“Oh hi, no its me that should be apologising and also thanking you for your help earlier. I cant believe how close I came to messing it all up.”
“No problem, im sure you would have done the same.”
“Thank you and don’t worry about it... Anyway I better get back, thank you again, I owe you.” She said walking away with her two glasses of water.
“you two seem to be hitting it off” Suzie joked as John got back to them, “Moving on quickly, although not very far”
“Shut up, I was just saying sorry to her. I wasn’t the most friendly person to her yesterday. Think her friendship with Amber got the better of me for a bit after the travelling.”
“Ah ok, well you cant be blamed for that” Roger chimed in. “So when are we heading to town? Its almost 7”
“Well, I am going to finish this off and then get some desert” Suzie responded.
“Now that’s a plan I can get behind” John agreed.
Polishing off the last of his desert John looked up to see Amber walking towards the drinks table. She had to pause for a moment before regaining her composure and carrying on. He couldn’t tell if it was just his imagination but somehow the bulge looked even bigger now. But she still seemed content on not peeing even walking over to the drinks table and pouring herself a large glass of soda. Her face was now looking slightly pale, other than her cheeks that seemed to be getting increasingly red. With a hand resting on her stomach amber was clearly suffering from something and his guess was that it was her now massively distended bladder. She almost shuddered where she was stood as she finished chugging back the drink, why was she doing this. Was it still his fault, how far was she planning on going, well John couldn’t take it anymore.
Standing up he grabbed his cup and started walking towards her.
Putting it under the dispense he gave her a once over, the discomfort was written across her whole body. He should say something, maybe he could convince her to give in before she did herself some real damage.
“Hey, are you doing ok. You look a little…stressed.”
Amber's face was clearly surprised he had initiated a conversation with her.
“Im…im fine John.” An awkward silence fell between the two of them.
“Mind if I get in there” Roger said, ignorant of ignoring the tension between them as he stuck his cup between the two of their bodies and under the dispenser. The hum of the machine and sloshing liquid only amplifying the awkwardness of the situation.
“I know about you trying not to pee” John couldn’t help but blurt out, his mind unable to come up with a way of seg-waying into it.
“Are you spying on me and im not trying, im not peeing!” She said angrily crossing her arms.
“Look, I overheard you talking to June on the bus yesterday and I just don’t want you to hurt yourself trying to prove something to me”
“Im not trying to prove anything, im showing that as an adult I can choose if and when I pee”
“Amber, everyone has to pee sometime, you can’t just keep it in for the rest of your life.”
“Well no, but I can keep it in until I want to go”
“Why, you clearly need to pee, why not go. There are toilets right there.“ John said pointing down the hallway.
“I do not need to pee!” She said defiantly, the lightly crossed legs she was standing with and her posture straightening.
“Really?”
“Yeah, ive just had too much coffee today and its upset my stomach if you have to know, which you don’t! and you also you don’t have to keep doubting me” She said, the volume of her annoyance increasing in the small room.
“Ok, sorry. This doesn’t impact me one bit.” He said holding up his hands, if this wasn’t her trying to prove anything to him then he had no stake in this battle.
“Thank you, maybe if you had thought more like that before, maybe we would still be together.” Amber replied curtly, once again turning her back on him. He was stunned again, that had hurt and the ache in Johns chest returned as he watched her walk away.
“Wow, fuck her” came Roger, putting his hand on Johns shoulder.
“Well…actually don’t. That’s what got you in this mess in the first place.” He said, a grin on his face.
“Come on, me Suzie and a couple of the others are going into town, you want to join?”
“I….” John stammered
“Good, that’s what I like to hear” Roger interrupted, not giving him a chance to back out.
Sighing deeply, he was happy to be steered back towards the doorway.
“Ok fine, what are you planning this time?” John asked nervously.
“Ok so imagine this” Roger said, moving his hands like an imaginary rainbow Infront of his face. A look of glee filled in his eyes; he sure did have a way of selling his schemes
“Casino’s”… There was a pause as John waited for more information, but none came.
“Is that it?” he asked.
“What do you mean is that it, between my street smarts and your number smarts there is no way we can lose. “
“Yeah keep calling it number smarts and im sure we will come across as right geniuses.”
Taking the pencil out from behind his ear Roger put it into his mouth like a cigar, placing an arm around John.
“Listen here kid”
“Is that supposed to be Capone?” John couldn’t help but laugh at the terrible accent.
“Yeah now shut up and listen” Roger replied in his original south London accent.
“Casino’s always win right? But that is because everyone is playing against them and trying t to win. They go in with too much ambition you see”, he said tapping his makeshift cigar on his head.
“All you need to do is to play the other chumps, but not the casino.”
“Wait, so we play to come second?”
“Exactly, we cant win but we don’t need to”
“We just want to make money, which we can do by playing to come second.” John said, surprisingly impressed by the suggestions.
“Now your getting it lad, if we just play low stakes poker and play long enough on each table to make money, we can leave while everyone else is concentrating on the people trying to win each table.”
“Isn’t that bad etiquette?”
“Yeah but there are like 100 casino’s we can play in”
“Alright, im in you son of a gun. Where do we get started” John said eagerly, the conversation with Amber all but forgotten.
“Ah…now that part I’ve not figured out yet.”
…
“Well last night was a bust” a dejected looking Roger said as the group met again for breakfast.
“For you maybe” Suzie said, fanning herself with her winnings.
Groaning Roger put his head on the table. “I cant believe you doubled your money on roulette. Its got no skill, its just luck.”
“The skill, is choosing luck”
“There might be some twisted logic in that” he admitted, his head still on the table. “Do either of you know what we are doing today?”
“Surveying the canyon, I think” John responded. “Oh here is the professor”
“Bad night at the Casino Roger?”
“Yes….I mean no….I didn’t go to the casino….” He said sitting bolt upright
“Its alright, you are all adults. You can do what you want when you are not expected to be working….as long as it legal….in the UK, not just here” he added before walking to the middle of the room.
“Right guys, so today we will be surveying the canyon. Now given the equipment restrictions we will be working in teams of four.”
No way, there is no way he is going to put her in this group, I mean what are the chances. John thought to himself.
“Stewart and Dan, you will be with Macy and Charlotte.”
“Matt and…Matt, you will be with Damion and Clive”
“June and Amber, you will be with Suzie and John”
“Well fuck” Suzie muttered to them.
“Where is all that luck now” Roger said, his spirits picked up by the others misfortune.
“Roger you will be with Tom, Lavender and Stacey”
“Boom” he said finger gunning the pair of them again. The three of them knew Tom well, they were part of the same beer society.
“See you guys later” he said grabbing his bag and going to meet his beer buddy.
Walking over to where Amber was sat it was clear all the drinks yesterday were catching up with her. The bulge in her bladder was even larger, although it seemed she had now become conscious of it . It seemed she was trying to use a white leather belt hooked through her white jean shorts to hide it. Either that or she was doing her best to make herself suffer as much as possible, the extra pressure it must have been adding was insane.
Despite this she sat rigidly in her sea while drinking a glass of water, trying to seem as if nothing was wrong with her. But the slight movements and sheen of sweat across her fair face were a giveaway that her composure was just a façade. But her legs remained uncrossed and considering how much she had consumed she was remarkably calm.
“So I guess we are working together then” Amber said unhappily, the confrontation yesterday only making things even more awkward.
“Seems like it” Suzie added.
Sitting on the bus behind Amber John couldn’t help but notice the rigidness of her posture again, she was clearly suffering and he just couldn’t imagine why she wouldn’t just give in and pee. More than that, she seemed to be incapable of refusing drinks, her pride making her accept them and surely make her condition even worse.
Arriving at the site the group silently picked up their surveying equipment and began the trek along the canyon ridge. About halfway up the heat was starting to get unbearable, forcing them to take a quick breather next to a small river that noisily babbled past them and dropped into the Canyon. It seemed to be having an effect on Amber as she stared into the void of the rippling waters surface, her left hand moving towards her crotch and a slight muscle twitch happening in her face.
“Man does this noise make me have to pee” Suzie said loudly.
The loud interruption snapped Amber out of her gaze as she quickly moved the hand away, her cheeks flushing red for a moment as she became embarrassed about almost needing to hold herself.
“What about you Amber, does it make you need to pee?” Suzie asked, a playful but wicked look on her face.
“No…..Im ok. Im a grown woman who can hold her pee as much as she wants too.”
“That’s not quite what I asked, I was asking if that bubbling, frothing sound of all that liquid rushing around was making you need to pee”
That one got a squirm from Amber as Suzie’s phrasing conjured a powerful image.
“No she doesn’t, Amber never needs to pee. I bet she is even a little thirsty, isn’t that right Amber.” June said jumping to her friend’s defence
“I uh yeah….thirsty”
“See, here you go” June said handing Amber a large bottle of water which she slowly unscrewed and began to drink from.
Continuing on up the hill they arrived at their designated grid square to survey, the results of which would be used in the write up which was worth 60%. So this really was important for them to get right. Thankfully and in spite of any awkwardness, they all seem to manage to be professional and by lunch time they had made good progress.
“Man it is hot today” June said wiping her head with the bottom of her shirt.
“Yeah, what do you guys say to an hour off for lunch, maybe find some shade?” John asked
“I second that idea” Suzie replied, “Im sweating so much I think im going to end up doing that thing from the X-men film.”
“Uhhh…that’s descriptive” John laughed.
“You know, that guy who was a human and got given the mutant thing and then he could turn into water or something….squeezes through the bars….no?” the even more confused looks on her friends faces a clear sign they had no idea what she was talking about.
“Look its hot, lets just find some shade” She summarised.
Walking down a little bit they found a dense woodland area and set up under a big Elm.
“Right im going to go pee” Suzie announce to the group as they sat down
“What out here” June asked
“Well unless you have a bathroom in that bag of yours, yes”
“Wow, I wish I was as confident as you”
“I…you’ve never pee’d outside”
“I mean…no not really”
“Well, im about to go right here if I dont, all that water we drank is going through me quick.”
“Um….do you mind I come with you, I need to go too” June added, blushing and looking slightly sheepish.
“Sure, the more the merrier I guess” A slightly confused look on her face. She had never understood why other girls went to the toilet together.
“You coming too Amber?” Suzie knew the answer she was going to get, but she wanted to see her response.
“What out here, no way. I don’t need to go thanks.”
“Really, I mean your bladder bulge could have fooled me” She said pointing to Amber's still growing midsection.
“I….I don’t know what you mean” Amber stammered, looking at the floor for a few seconds.
“I mean you haven’t peed in like 3 days, surely you are desperate by now.” Suzie continued. John was a bit worried about where this would go, but at the same time this was the most open conversation he had been involved with about this.
“I feel the need to pee, but I am fine. I can hold it as long as I want, I don’t need to stoop to your level of peeing outside with the animals. My bladder can and will hold anything and everything it is asked to hold” She said resolutely.
It was clear from Junes face she had somewhat insulted her, the eagerness of wanting to try peeing outside kind of gone now.
“Well, suit yourself, but like I said, this animal has to pee” Suzie said, clearly unaffected by anything Amber had said.
“You coming?”
“Um…Yeah, sure” June replied following Suzie round the side into a small clearing.
As soon as the others left the awkward silence returned, filling the air with a tenseness not helped by Suzie’s questioning of his ex’s bladder. It hung there between them like an unwanted visitor and was just too much to bare.
“Right, well I got to go too. Be right back” John said. It was true he did have to go but it was more that he wanted to escape the awkwardness of just him and Amber hanging out together.
Lunch for the most part was uneventful as they all ate and guzzled down more water to beat the heat. Before long they were all back to work and possibly pushed on by the lack of small talk they made good time, heading back down the trail with plenty of time to spare. Carefully climbing over a small fallen tree they could now see the bus again.
“You really don’t need to pee?” Suzie asked out of nowhere again
“Why do you keep bringing this up, No!” Amber replied annoyed by her insistence.
“I just can’t believe it, its like unreal how strong your bladder is”
“Well I am a grown woman, and women can control themselves. Unlike you tiny bladdered people I have some restraint and dignity.”
“Ok well, I meant it as a complement but I guess never mind then” Suzie said rolling her eyes. But john didn’t quite know what she was expecting when she had brought it up again.
Soon the other groups returned to the assembly point, with a couple of exceptions. “Anyone seen Roger?” John asked.
“Oh, he and some of the others finished early and headed back to the hotel” Professor Gallagher answered, seemingly appearing out of nowhere. “Sorry I didn’t get to your guys area today by the way, we had a couple of issues. How did it go?”
“Fine professor” Amber replied for them.
“Good to hear, now I think we are all here if you want to get on the bus.”
“Whats the chances Roger is back in that casino?” Suzie asked quietly as they boarded the bus.
“Probably quite high” John joked, knowing his friend he was already coming up with his next scheme.
Arriving back at the hotel they were surprised to see him sat in food hall.
“Good job we didn’t bet on that” John said pointing him out to Suzie.
“I mean I think we would have both thought he wouldn’t be here.”
“True”.
“Hey guys” Roger called over to them “Open bar!” he said excitedly pointing towards the bar in the back of the room. Until now it had been closed up with a large board blocking access, but tonight it seemed to be open with a pair of bartenders behind it.
“Enjoying yourself?” Suzie asked
“Yeah, apparently a lot of it is free, like the stuff on tap. Any thing fancy and you have to pay. How was the survey?”
“Not too bad thanks” john responded. Which was true, he was expecting far more awkwardness.
“And little miss iron bladder” Roger continued, nodding over at Amber.
“Still pretending she doesn’t need to go, but I think its clear to everyone else she does.” Said Suzie.
“Well that’s good news” A strange look on Rogers face was telling them he was hiding something, but before they could ask movement behind them got their attention. Walking past them a waiter was putting out a number of large metal trays. Lifting the lids off them the room instantly filled with the smell of fresh seafood, piles of shrimp, battered fish and even oysters filled the tables. The sights and smell’s quickly attracting the rest of their fellow students as everyone dug into the fresh food buffet.
“So you going back into town later?” John asked, wiping a layer of grease from around his mouth after finishing eating.
“No” Roger said slightly sorely.
“Got no more money to burn on the poker tables” Suzie jibed
“I don’t know what you are talking about” Roger said, a sly smile on his face as he took out a wad of dollar bills.
“You did go into town earlier, I knew it” John said, almost dropping a prawn from his fork.
“No I didn’t”
“Then where did all that cash come from?”
“Oh, little side hustle I started”
“Side Hustle?” Suzie and John said in unison and with matching frowns.
“Yeah, taking bets with some of the guys”
“About what” Suzie asked raising an eyebrow, not sure if she liked the sound of where this was going.
“About If Amber will piss herself before we get back or not.” Roger replied matter of factually, shovelling more chips into his mouth.
“Really?” John said, not believing what he was hearing.
“Yeah, currently 4/1 wet herself, 2/1 she uses a toilet before we get back and 10/1 she makes it, pretty good odds if you want to get in now, before they change.”
“You cant be serious? “ John replied
“Those are good odds” Suzie interjected
“Me and Mr Franklin are very serious about things like this”
I cant believe you, but you realise that you have to pay people that money if they win. But it seemed John’s comment fell on deaf ears.
“I’ll put 20 bucks on wet herself” Suzie said handing over a couple of bills.
“Isn’t this kind of unfair, you are basically betting on her humiliation” John said, still struggling to comprehend that this was a thing that was happening.
“Why are you the only one who still seems to care, no one else is. Even June is on our side.”
“I just feel kind of sorry for her, wait what? How is June on our side?”
“Well, as a bookie I am impartial, so I don’t have a side” Roger said holding a hand over his heart. “But you both cant seriously be missing the amount of drinks she has been brining Amber. Like all of yesterday, she was refilling and pilling on the drinks like mad. I thought she might be trying to drown her or something.”
“She is just being a good friend” John said. He was trying to dismiss that possibility, but Roger had made a good point.
“Really, what about today. Did she happen to give Amber something to drink even when she wasn’t asking.”
“Now that you mention it yeah…”
“When did you get so observant?” Suzie joked
“Hey, when there is a buck to be made you can call me Eddie the Eagle eyes”
“What after the ski jumper?”
“After who?”
“Never mind” John said shaking his head
“So you want in?” He asked looking at John expectedly
“I don’t know”
“Ok, 3/1 odds on her not making it home dry?”
“I thought you said it was 4/1?”
“Yeah well, they change all the time. Depending on circumstance”
“What has changed in the last 30 seconds?”
“That” Roger said nodding at Amber's position again.
Next to her was Tom who seemed to be ordering a drink and chatting to Amber.
“Is he hitting on her?” Suzie asked
“It doesn’t matter, we are not together. She can move on if she wants too” John said, unable to keep all the bitterness out of that statement.”
“Oh calm down, Tom has $50 on her wetting herself”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean he bet $10 when it was still 5/1 odds. So if she pisses herself I have to pay the sneaky bastard $50.”
“So he is buying her a drink to tip the balance of the game, clever” Suzie said, seemingly impressed.
“That cant be ethical, I mean he is going to make her hurt herself.” John said.
“Again, will you stop caring so much about your Ex. I swear most people would be happy to see their Ex humiliate themselves.”
“I just mean….”
“No, look here John. As she keeps telling us she is a grown ass woman, I may have added the ass in there. But she is an adult, its her decision to visit the toilet or piss herself. This place is full of toilets, she can go at any point and she doesn’t need to hold it. You are not making her hold it by putting a bet on, no one is. Its just her stupid self pride that is doing that, it’s the same thing that ruined your relationship, so why not put a bet on and enjoy watching. Suzie said, clearly annoyed by his worrying just as much as Amber's arrogance.
“I guess…” Everything Suzie had said was completely true. He had no control over Amber one way or the other.
“I’ll tell you what, I’ll give you 15 / 1 odds on her making it home dry if you put in a tenner.”
“Wait, why would I bet on that?” John asked, confused by the shifting odds again.
“Because that’s some good odds right, 10 dollars in and you could make 150 out.”
“Yeah, but you cant seriously think she is going to make it?”
“Well Im impartial…..but no I don’t, why do you think I want people to take me up on it.” He laughed,
“Ooooh, how about 8/1 odds she uses a toilet before we get home? That way you can simultaneously hope she does and doesn’t pee and keep your weird twisted good soul thing going?”
“Shut up, but sure here is a fiver on that.”
“Oooh look out big spender.” Roger joked. “Do you really think she will give in before wetting herself though?”
“No, but at least if she does, I can make some money out of you” John said smiling again.
Looking up he could see that one of the Matt’s was now trying their luck with her. Another pint being bought and pushed in her direction as she chatted with him. She still looked calm but her legs were now firmly pressed together as her abdomen continued to grown and bulge even more. Its contents still firmly locked inside by her clenching muscles and iron will.
By 11pm that night it was clear she Amber was starting to struggle as her desperation mounted. Despite the cool night a light sheen of sweat could be seen on her face, which also seemed to be looking a bit paler as the strain of holding her bladder shut started to get the better of her. Yet for whatever reason she still wore the thick leather belt that must have been cutting mercilessly across her filling bladder. From where he was sat John could clearly see her flesh pushing out from behind its restraints, bulging out and around the belt as it tried to confine it. During the night John had watched a number of classmates make their way up to her, buying a drink and chatting with her for a short time. While she might have been or at least acted happy to have small talk and accept drinks from people early on, John had watched her slow her drinking pace and input less and less into the conversations. Even as she sat there nodding along to whatever June was saying he could see her crossed legs starting to sway from side to side, was it a sign of a now desperate Amber, or just her boredom?
Despite the show Amber was putting on and the invested interests of the group, they soon began to flag and made their way to bed. Tomorrow was the last day in America, it had been a long trip of hard work but they had still managed to enjoy it. Although it was far from over in terms of Ambers bladder, with so much still inside it and the faintest cracks appearing in her defiant nature, part of John wondered if he would wake up tomorrow to see she had finally given up on this insane crusade and peed.
His questions were answered early the next morning as he sat waiting for the others to join him. Being the only one in the room he had helped himself to a cup of coffee and was scanning his phone when she walked in.
Amber's Face was definitely paler as she almost waddled into the room. Still sporting the same white jean shorts just this time without the belt, the reduced compression making her bladder bulge massively. Her heavily distended bladder almost causing the buttons of her shorts to separate under the strain. John had never seen anything like it, with Amber or with anyone else. How could one person hold so much in their body he wondered, watching as Amber gingerly walked into the room. It was clear she was suffering a lot this morning, but as soon as she noticed John her back straightened and the hand that had been resting on her thigh shot away from her crotch. But even this seemed slightly too much as she clearly winced for a moment.
“Are you ok?” He asked
“You keep asking that” She said, an audible strain in her voice.
“Yes, because you still haven’t gone to the bathroom”
“That because I…I don’t need too. I can easily wait until I am at home and then will still choose to wait.”
John opened his mouth to respond but was interrupted by June walking into the room with Suzie.
“Hey guys” June said cheerily.
“Amber, your looking a bit peaky, did you sleep ok?”
“Im fine, just a bit tired” Amber responded.
“Oh, well here you can have this.” June said, handing her an extra large coffee.
“Oh no I…I couldn’t.” For the first time there was a genuine look of worry on Amber's face, even if it was gone a moment later.
“No its ok, I probably shouldn’t have got it anyway. Don’t want to be needing to pee in the field again, not all of us have the bladder power you do” she laughed.
“I…uh yeah, that makes sense. Although you shouldn’t skip drinking today is supposed to be a hot one” Amber said as she reached for the coffee that was heavy enough that it almost needed both her hands to carry.
“Oh ok, I’ll go grab a few extra bottles of water then, for us both” June said, turning and heading towards the large fridge in the back.
Amber clearly regretted her comment as soon as June said that, closing her eyes for a moment as she kicked herself internally.
Shortly after Amber returned, carrying her large bag that was now clearly straining under the weight of all the bottles inside it. She was closely followed by a number of students and soon the room was full again. This being the last day, luggage bags now filled the room and caused a number of bottlenecks for the disgruntled staff. Roger was almost the last person to arrive, walking over he dropped his bag on the floor and turned the chair around to sit on it backwards.
“Have you guys seen amber, it looks like she has swallowed a melon whole or something.” He stated, looking past them and to the table a few over.
“Hi Roger, yeah I slept well thanks for asking.” Suzie said sarcastically
“Sorry” Roger said pulling a funny face at her, which only made her poke her tongue out in response..
“I just cant believe she is still holding on”
“Yeah, you are not the only one” John added.
“Yeah, but you are not the one who has to pay back money they no longer have to people if she does make it home dry.”
“I told you not to spend that” replied John.
“Its fine, its still like 2 days till we are home. That’s like 8 normal people pees.”
It was true, with the half day of work ahead of them, an early evening flight, two lay overs and then the bus ride back to the university halls, Amber still had a long way to go to make it home dry.
“Ok guys, if you could all finish up and load up the bus please. Remember to take everything with you, we will not be coming back here.” The professor said above the general chatter of the room. Making sure everyone packed up their bags and walked to the bus and they were soon underway again.
About an hour later they arrived at the final work location, Hoover dam. Stepping off the bus the sound rushing water filled everyone ears. The crashing of millions of gallons of water against the large dam and heavy jets shooting through the small sluices a warm welcome to most peoples ears. However it was clear from Ambers tight facial features that despite her calm exterior, the roaring of the water was making her situation so much worse.
“Are you ok?” June asked, clearly noticing the strange look on her friends face.
“Im fine” Amber said through pursed lips.
“Do you need some water?”
“No im ok, but thank you June” Amber said, her left eye twitching slightly.
“Right guys, we are here today to do some dredge sampling” The professor shouted over the roar of the water behind him.
“You will be working in the same groups as yesterday; I’ve just put the sampling equipment next to the back of the bus. Please take a set and be careful when you are out there. I know today is supposed to be a hot one, but do not go into the water. The sides of this lake are extremely steep. Now, you are all adults so I trust you will be vigilant, please look out for each other and again be careful! I will be going around the groups to check on everyone throughout the day. If you have forgotten how to perform a sample, there are laminated instruction sheets in the packs.”
Splitting back up into their groups again they grabbed their stuff and started the walk around to the edge of the lake where they could begin getting samples. Luckily this method worked well if you were working in pairs, so despite only being about fiver meters apart the two teams could get away without talking much.
By 12 the sun had reached its peak again and the baking heat was getting the better of them.
“Alright, its official, I cant deal with Vegas heat” John said wiping his brow.
“No kidding, im sure this shirt was light red when I put it on this morning” Suzie joked, her armpits and neck having a distinct darker area where the heat had made her sweat profusely.
“You guys don’t know how lucky you are not having to wear one of these” She added, one hand reaching into her shirt and pulling out her Bra.
“Ok, that was more of your underwear than I was planning on seeing today” John said, diverting his eyes.
“Its just a bra john, im sure you have seen them before” She said waving it at him.
“But I cant bare it any more so you are going to have to deal with it” She said, throwing it onto her backpack nearby.
“You guys want to stop for Lunch” John asked turning around.
Looking over it seemed Amber was fairing even worse than Suzie. Her face pale and black hair sticking to her sweat covered face. Large damp patches spread out from her armpits neck and even from under her massively bloated stomach. The now tight grey shirt had developed a dark half moon near the bottom that did nothing but make her already substantial bladder bulge easier to see.
“Yeah that sounds good” she panted. Letting go of the small sample net. The four of them walked over to a nearby picnic bench that thankfully had a roof for shade. Amber was the last to reach it, her legs looking a little shaky as she stepped unevenly. Sitting down she couldn’t help but let out a grunt, the tight waist of her jean shorts digging into her bladder painfully.
“Are you ok?” June asked
“Yes im fine” Amber replied, but it didn’t seem to satisfy June who reached over and put the back of her hand on Amber's forehead.
“You are really hot. I think you should drink something.”
“Im fine, I’ve had a couple of bottles when we were working.”
“Yeah, but you don’t want to take any chances. Your head is really warm and im worried you might be getting heat stroke.”
“I…” Amber started, her energy still to low to really argue.
“You need to drink, here.” June said handing her a bottle of water.
Reluctantly Amber began to drink, her eyes fixed on June and looking for any indication she was satisfied with how much she had drunk. But June continued to look back expectantly until the entire half litre was gone.
“Happy?” Amber panted.
“Yeah, but if you need any more let me know. I know you said to bring lots so I did. Same to you guys” She said offering a bottle to John and Suzie, who gratefully took it and placed it on her head.
“Hi guys how is it going” came the familiar voice of the professor. “Finally made it around to you guys”
“Its going ok, thanks professor.”
“Awesome, I hope you are getting some good samples to take back with us”
“I think we should be” John replied.
“Are you ok Amber?” The professor asked, looking at the uncomfortable woman in front of him.
“Im fine professor” She said trying to sound confident.
“Your looking a little pale”
“Just a little hot”. She said, trying to sound casual, even as the sweat dripped from her forehead.
“Ok, well here you go. We can’t have you getting heat stroke”. He said handing her a large litre bottle of water.
That twitch in her left eye reappeared as she outstretched a hand to receive the bottle of water that John was sure would do nothing to help the real issue.
“I want to see that empty the by the time I come around again. We cant afford anyone being ill on the last day” he said cheerily.
“Anyway I have to keep moving, you guys know where Roger and his group are?”
“I think they are a little further along the bank”
“Ok thank you” He said with a little wave as he disappeared back up the path.
Slowly Amber began to work her way through the bottle as they ate their lunch enjoying the nice area. After getting out of the sun they had to admit the area had some amazing scenery. The wind blowing through the trees and birds chirping…..
“What up guys” Roger said enthusiastically, breaking the quietness of the area.
“Hey, what are you doing here?”
“Professor Gallagher said you were down here so I thought I would come say hi”
“Where are the rest of your group?”
“Oh, they went to look at the dam museum”
“Dam museum or Dam! Museum?” John tried to joke, but apparently Roger was having none of it.
“What…The museum of the dam that is right there” Roger said, pointing at he tall structure still visible even from their position along the bank. It large size kind of intimidating in a weird way.
Now together again they group made idle chat as they sat eating their lunch. Even June joined in from time to time, although Amber chose to sit quietly. A look of concentration on her face as she sat with her legs tightly pressed together eating her sandwiches.
“Hey guys, just me passing through again.” Came the professors voice again. “You feeling any better Amber?”
“Yes thank you professor” she replied, a little more convincingly this time.
“Ok, well I brought you another bottle in case you need it. It’s a hot one today, so we cant take any chances.
“You are still looking a little pale, are you sure you are ok.”
“Im fine” Amber said, a clearly forced smile on her face as she accepted another bottle of water against her will.
“Ok, well keep drinking.”
“Oh!” he said, raising a finger. “I have something back at the bus that might help. I’ll bring it with me next time I come around. Anyway we will be leaving in about 3 hours, you guys think you will be done by then?”
“Yeah we should be” June said confidently
“Perfect, well I will see you lot in a little bit.”
As he left the others packed up their lunches, finished off their drinks and got back to work. John couldn’t help but notice how unsteadily Amber stood up, had she actually gotten heat stroke? Or was that just the impact of having such a full bladder?
“So we only have to get 5 more samples, shouldn’t take us too long” Suzie said, bringing him back to the task at hand. It took no time at all to get the last samples and thankfully even the temperature had started to drop. It was still hot, but now a few clouds were breaking up the blue sky and lowering the impact of the sun. Periodic dark shapes crossed above them and gave them a moment of rest bite from time to time. Although the work was still hard going, especially it seemed for Amber. Now standing with her legs tightly pressed it did make sampling a little harder. But thankfully it seemed that June was aware of the situation and helping mitigate some of the reduced movement her partner was exhibiting. Even so, they were a little slower in finishing, with John and Suzie helping out June while Amber more or less looked on. She seemed a little put out by the fact they were doing her job for her, but surprisingly it seemed even her pride realised this was probably the best bet for her dignity. The physical pulling and carrying of heavy soil and sediment samples was tiring her out. The demands from her bladder not helping as she felt her muscles starting to ache, both in her legs from carrying and those helping keep her enormous bladder contained.
“Hi guys, how is it going? We are starting to finish and pack up, do you guys think you are almost done?” Came the professors voice again, materialising out of nowhere as he seemed to do. Amber almost winced at just hearing it, hoping he didn’t have another present for her.
“Yes, this is our last sample”
“Perfect, seems like most people are finishing up too. Should mean we arrive in plenty of time for the airport.”
“Amber, you are still looking a little tired” he said rummaging in his bag.
“I’m…im fine professor.”
“Here we go”, he said handing her yet another bottle of water and ignoring her comments. “I’ve put one of these hydration tablets in it. I realised that we have all been sweating a lot, which means we have been losing a lot of salt and other things that just seep out from our pores. So I thought that might be a better bet that just water in case you are down on something like that. Its not quite Gatorade but it should do the trick”
“I……thank you professor”
“No problem, got too look after my students” he said cheerily. “Now see you guys down at the bus as soon as you can. We should be having a little break about halfway to the airport, if we are quick enough we might be able to get a few more minutes there.”
“Ok, we will be down soon” John said as the professor walked away.
Turning his head he could see Amber now staring at the still closed bottle of water, seemingly mesmerised by the bubbles still forming from the remnants of the purple tablet dissolving at the bottom.
“You know you don’t have to drink that if you don’t want too” John said.
“I… what?” Amber asked confused having zoned out.
“The bottle, you don’t have to drink it. Unless you are feeling a little ill and then maybe it’s a good idea”
“Why……Why wouldn’t I drink it” She asked, the word drink slightly catching in her throat.
“Because that’s your third litre in the last 5 hours, anyone would be gagging themselves to pee right now”
“I…I don’t know what you mean, I am fine.”
“Then why were you staring into your bottle?”
“Im fine, I was just looking at it. Wondering if it would be better to have it now or back at the bus and…I think…I think I will have it now. Im still a little thirsty” she said moving up a hand to her throat for dramatic effect.
He could see that she had dug herself into a hole, and was currently wondering about her decisions. But after a short pause she unscrewed the cap and lifted the large litre bottle to her lips and began to chug. Her eyes looking to John as if to prove a point.
“You don’t have to….”
Amber held up a finger to shut him up as she chugged, the liquid in the bottle quickly glugging in waves down the bottle and into her waiting mouth. He noticed her grimace slightly for a second as her hand that was shushing him went to rest on her giant bladder. Was it just his imagination or was it still growing, each mouthful of water appeared to inflate her more and more Even though he knew it was biologically impossible he could have sworn that was what was happening. Her distended and melon like bladder making the fabric of her jean shorts creak under the weight of her pee. Litres if not gallons upon gallons of water now contained by the tiny shorts and her stretching skin.
Finally Amber finished chugging the bottle, her eyes wide for a moment as her hand shot up to cover her mouth. For a moment John wondered if she was about to throw it all back up. But after a few deep breaths she seemed to regain control of her body,
“Sorry, what were you going to say?” She asked, clearly pleased with herself.
“Never mind” He said defeated, there was just no helping her. Going over to grab his equipment they started to pack away.
“MMmmm” Amber groaned for a moment, a hand resting on her bloated stomach again and a clear look of concern on her face.
“Are you ok?” June asked, clearly and actually concerned for her friend.
“Im just going to sit down for a minute” Amber said, walking over and putting a hand on the table as she sat down.
“Ah haaa” she cried as her backside made contact with the bench, both hands cupping her distended bladder as she grimaced.
“My stomach, my jeans” She grunted, one hand now pressing against the table as she tried to push herself back up. A loud gurgling noise could be heard coming from her stomach
“Oh no” she whimpered again, closing her eyes tightly.
*Ping*
A loud tearing noise could be heard as the top button on Amber's shorts flew across the wilderness, deciding it could take the pressure no more. Her immense, bulging bladder simply too large for them to contain. Her bladders size physically breaking the button from the white denim, tearing at the double stitching and ripping it apart with sheer force.
“Oh fuck” she groaned again.
Watching the spectacle from just a few feet away John noticed a few drops of liquid fall from the bench where Amber was sat. Was this it, was she wetting herself. Looking at her face it was now bright red, her cheeks burning as her shorts tore themselves free. A hand was now pressing between her legs which were still mashed together.
“Did you just…..” John started
“No!” She shouted back.
“These are old shorts. Must have worn away” she grunted. It was a lie, she had bought them when they were shopping together about a month earlier. Plus that wasn’t what he was referring too and she knew it.
“Are you ok?” June asked again.
“What yeah, totally” she said waving her free hand at her dismissively.
“Ok, well we need to get going to the bus”
“I…Yep” Amber replied, taking a few deep breaths she slowly pushed herself up off the bench, keeping her legs close together at all times. Picking up her bag she strangely seemed to extend the straps to wear her rucksack hung low enough to cover her rear.
John was doing his best not to just stare, but he had to know, had she wet herself while the jeans explosion was happening. But as much as he might take the occasional glance, he just couldn’t get a good look. Either way Amber was definitely walking more stiffly that before, but managed to get back to the bus and sit down before he had a chance to see or certain.
Loading his equipment in the back of the bus he noticed Roger around the back of it, seemingly talking to the driver. Something that wasn’t that weird but did come across a little strange. Knowing him he was probably trying something. But finishing loading up his gear the students all boarded the bus and they got underway. Sitting opposite Amber again, he could see she still had a hand gently resting above her crotch, her lips pursed as she rigidly seemed to sway slightly in her seat. Not enough that most people would see it as anything other than from the buses movement, but John could tell it wasn’t. He knew she was really starting to get to the edges of her control and he wasn’t sure if he should feel happy or guilty about it.
The first half of the bus journey took about 3 hours and after a game of cards along with some travel monopoly that one of Rogers friends had bought at the museum, the time passed quickly. Looking out the window it was clear they were coming up to a stop of some kind, driving off the main road and onto a much smaller link road. A bright neon sign passed the window displaying services ½ mile. Pulling up outside the place it seemed to have little on offer other than a seven11 and a travel hotel, but most were just happy to be able to stretch their legs.
Before standing Amber slowly moved her hand and looked down at her lap. Looking a bit more relieved but her face still a bid flushed she waited for the others to get off and followed. Roger all but ran off the coach, claiming he really needed to pee and dashing off into the store.
“Im going to go and get some snacks if anyone wants anything?” Suzie asked
“Yeah, ill come with you.” John responded.
“Me too, I could do with a drink of something other than water.” June said, slightly surprising John. It appeared she now considered herself part of the group or at least their friend, which he wasn’t upset about.“What about you Amber, Im sure you must want something that isn’t water by now too?”
“Yeah sure” She said, another force smile on her face.
Walking into the shop slowly they were met with a lot of empty shelves and a drinks fridge with an out of order sign on it. It was clear this was not exactly the finest establishment in the world and was starting to make John wonder why they had stopped here.
The only working drinks machine appeared to be a large dunking doughnuts ice tea dispenser. Walking over to it John pressed the screen and looked for a nearby cup only to find that just the giant 32oz cups were present. Puffing his cheeks out he gave up on the machine and went to find Suzie in the snacks isle. But looking over the tops of the small shelves he could now see June and Amber having a go with the machine.
“Hi excuse me” Amber said waving over a member of staff.
“How can I help you guys?”
“Um, do you have any other cups and lids?”
“I, oh that’s strange I swear I put some out earlier. No, im afraid those look like the only ones we have at the moment. We are running low on some things today.” John overheard.
“Ok, thank you”.
He expected that to be it, but to his surprise June simply loaded a large cup into the machine and pressed for it to start. Within moments it began loudly filling the large plastic cup beneath it. That little twitch in Amber's eye was back and by now John was almost sure it was an unconscious tick of needing to pee. It must have been hard for her to stand so close to the machine as it filled the cup, slowly pouring the golden liquid into the cup. June took the cup out and handed it to Amber who accepted it, before June put another one in and it began to noisily fill again.
“Im….Im going to go pay for these” Amber said, breathing heavily through her nose as her body seemed to bend over slightly.
“What are mike and Ikes?” Suzie asked next to John?
“They are pure gold is what they are. You can not get these in England, well these exact ones” he said looking to the back of the shelf and under it.
“Dam, no full boxes.” Ah well, may as well buy them for myself” He said grabbing a couple of bags of them. “Wait, do I want blue or red?”
“This is the most consideration I have seen you give anything” Suzie mocked as he seemed to be trying to weigh the bags in his hands.
“What, this is maybe the last time im going to be able to eat these, so its serious.”
“Then why not get one of each so you can experience them both.” John replied.
“That’s why we keep you around, great ideas like that.” Roger replied happily. “Why can’t you be helpful like that” he jokingly asked Suzie.
“Because I couldn’t care less about what sweets you choose to buy” She said frankly.
“Well, you scare me, so im just going to go with what John suggested” he said picking up a bag of each and walking up to the counter.
After grabbing the snacks they joined the group of people waiting for the bus driver to get back and open it. A few moments later he emerged from the bathroom and opened the door and people began to pile in.
“Hey, you two. No open drinks!” He shouted as the line stopped in its tracks and John could see he was talking to June and Amber who were just a couple of people in front of him.
“But they didn’t have any lids”
“Im sorry but no open drinks” he said again, tapping the window which had a clear sign that showed no push chairs, suitcases or cups without lids.
“What do you want us to do with them” June asked
“I don’t know, im sorry but I am not having you make a mess in the bus.”
“We wont make a mess, I promise.” June tried.
“No one does it on purpose, but accidents are no easier to clean up”
That one had seemingly stumped the pair of them.
“Well im not throwing it away” Amber said clearly annoyed. “I just paid for these” The statement only getting a shrug from the driver.
“Fine!” Amber said defiantly and despite what must have been an achingly full bladder she put the cup to her lips. Her temperament charged by anger she began to chug from the large cup until in less than 30 seconds the entire cup was empty. Not for one moment did she break her gaze with the driver who seemed to be trying to act indifferent, but a strange look of fear was keeping its way onto his face. Clearly intimidated by the angry woman In front of him. John knew the look she was giving him well and could definitely relate to it.
Next to her June was doing her best to drink quickly but halfway through she had to stop. Her hand falling to her stomach she let out a little burp.
“Im sorry, I just cant. Its too much. I think im just going to have to bin it.”
“Oh give it here” Amber said clearly still annoyed, snatching the second drink from her friends hand she put that to her lips. Resuming her death stare she chugged back the little over half of Junes drink too. Finishing her drink she raised her eyebrows at the driver as if to say good enough.
“Get in” he said, rolling his eyes and starting the engine.
Passing Amber as she sat, John could hear a quiet groan as she bent over and made contact with the seat. Her two hands moving between her legs for a moment. Then something happened that John never thought he would see, Amber crossed her legs. Her face was flustered, she was clearly not use to this level of need to pee, yet her pride and determination still kept her holding.
As they pulled into the airport parking it had been clear for the last hour that the volume of drinks Amber had downed was really starting to affect her. The bulge of her bladder had also grown dramatically, not even the other buttons of her shorts were able to keep it contained. It now forced the front of her shorts wide open as her bloated stomach surged through the gap and refused to give back any of the space it now needed. The tops of her light blue pants were occasionally visible, despite her best efforts of using her slightly long shirt to cover herself.
The dazed look of concentration had returned as she mindlessly stared into the back of the chair Infront of her, clearly unable to think too much about anything but her need to pee. Amber also seemed to be chewing her bottom lip as a nervous habit John had only seen during exam season. A constant sheen of sweat was also present, her hair once again stuck and matted to her skin despite the air-conditioning on the bus working overtime.
Thankfully for her the bus soon pulled out and they were ushered into the departures area.
“Ok guys you have 10 minutes then we will be checking in.”
“I really have to pee again” June said, bobbing up and down on the spot slightly. “So im going to go and find a loo”. Downing that drink earlier had seemingly caught up with her.
“I’ll come with you”. A sentence that had surprisingly come out of Amber's mouth. Was that it? was she finally giving in. If it was, it felt strangely anticlimactic to John.
“Oh ok, im glad you are finally peeing. I was starting to worry.” June said.
“I….I don’t need to pee.” She said, swallowing hard, almost as if the words “I really need to fucking pee” had tried to come out on their own.
“I just need to go change” Amber said, rummaging around in her bag, before looking up..
“You know because I broke the button, I mean because the button broke”, She stammered out quickly, her face slightly redder than normal.
“Ok sure, I think there are some over here” June said as they walked off, amber taking short purposeful strides. The usually calm and hospitable June almost dancing as she battled her own bladder and must have been hoping Amber could walk faster than she was doing.
Returning just under 10 minutes later came a much calmer and relieved looking June, while Amber was also still doing her utmost to look calm and collected. She had exchanged her entire outfit for a slim, thin strapped black dress that was far too nice to wear on a plane. But John guessed it was the only thing that Amber was sure she would be able to fit around her now giant midsection. As they approached its full size became apparent, its said that black was slimming but this looked anything but. The thin material was clearly struggling to contain the bowling ball of a bladder that was sticking inches out of her. The dress was surely inches longer than it currently looked; the fabric was being taken up by the extra mass sticking out of her body. Originally Knee length it now reached just halfway down her thighs and was perilously close to flashing everyone if it rode up any more.
Standing for a moment she seemingly readied herself before bending down to put her things back in her bags. Her strange kneeling stance accidentally exposing her now white underwear to John. She did leak! He thought, there was no other reason why she would change surely? But how could she still be dry hours after leaking, maybe her bladder was strong enough to get home. But watching her he could still see the small things she was doing. Putting her old clothes in her lap allowed her a few moments to press on her crotch under the guise of gathering everything up. Plus in that position she could squeeze her thighs together tightly, with a heel under herself helping the aching muscles. But still, she was dry and to her word had almost made it back home without peeing. Although John also knew the next few hours would likely be agonising for her, with so much of what she had drunk and would drink still making its way through her system.
With their fast track education Visa’s check in was no problem as the one by one they loaded their luggage into the system. Making their way through security with just enough time to grab a bite to eat before boarding started. Walking onto the plane John was directed to the left-hand side and sitting down he was just sorting his stuff out when a shadow filled his view.
“Oh great” Amber said sternly
“Look I didn’t pick it” He said, cursing himself for not taking a different ticket off the professor. Was the universe trying to teach him a lesson, why did this keep happening. Of all the 300 seats why was his next to his ex-girlfriend. Although thankfully he at least had the isle seat, so he could escape when the plane took off and go speak to the others.
Putting his bag in the overhead bin he sat down, now close up he could really see the strain on her face. The muscles and tendons almost twitching as she did her best to keep the façade of her calm and in control look. A look that vanished when John clicked his seat belt into position and she realised she would have to do the same. Her eyes were wide as she tried to think of a way out of it but with a small look of self-pity, she grabbed on end, extended it to its fullest and clipped in it around her bulging bladder.
“Mam, that needs to be tighter” a passing air hostess told her a few moments later as she went around checking the passengers before take off. Pulling the tab tighter Amber couldn’t help but let out a quiet grunt with the belt now laying directly on top of her bladder. Maybe this wasn’t going to be too bad, John thought to himself. With her so distracted and people telling her what to do for a change, things were looking up.
Going up seemed to be the problem for poor Amber though. As the plane thundered along the runway it reached take off velocity and lurched into the air. The sudden movement and shifting of weight inside her made her whimper loudly. One hand pressing between her legs as she visibly grimaced. Her eyes closed she began breathing deeply through her nose, each jostle of the plane as it passed through the cloud layer causing her more discomfort. Part of John was expecting her to loose it right there, which then made him worry about just how much she was holding. Could the plane handle that much pee, it would definitely spread across the carpet a fair amount.
Thankfully for him and for Amber, the plane soon levelled off and the seat belt sign turned off. Something the still grimacing Amber seemed not to notice, the quiet bing not registering over the drum beat of her own heat as it ricochet around her ears.
“I think we can take the belts off now” John said quietly.
Amber's eyes flew open, suddenly remember where she was. The hand between her legs shot out from between them but a moment later her thighs slammed together as she winced. The lack of support clearly having an impact. Quickly grabbing the belt she unbuckled it and sighed in relief.
“I wasn’t holding myself” she stammered out, despite no one accusing her of doing it.
“I didn’t say you were, but you know you can admit to needing to pee. Even if you plan not too, everyone pees.” He reiterated
“Well I don’t, I don’t hold myself, I don’t get desperate, I don’t pee because I need to, I because I choose to” she reeled off quickly. The tensing of her thighs and sweat covered face suggesting the opposite.
“Fair enough” John answered, he had gotten more than enough of this kind of thing over the last week and he just couldn’t be bothered to argue the point any more. It truly seemed she was in denial.
“Don’t dismiss me like that” she said angrily.
“What do you want me to say, you clearly need to pee. Everyone can see it, everyone knows it, except apparently you.”
“Well they are all wrong, they are all ….wrong. I….I don’t need to pee. Its….its not true” she faltered, involuntary heavy breaths pushing out of her nose as she spoke. Her left eye was now twitched more than John had seen previously. Maybe it wasn’t a pee thing, maybe it was an anger thing…..no wait it couldn’t be, he hadn’t seen it before.
“Ok, look im sorry. I wont bring it up again” John conceded.
“Thank you.” She replied, before she closed her eyes and a few minutes later seemingly fell into a light sleep. The occasional twitch or groan slipping out from between her lips an indication of its restlessness. Although how she could sleep with that much pee inside her was a mystery to her. But an hour or so later he too fell asleep, the sky outside the window starting to darken.
A while later he woke to the sound of constant shuffling. Opening his eyes slightly but still pretending to be asleep he could see Amber in the dim night lighting of the plane. Her face was a picture of concern, biting on a finger nail as her legs bounced on the floor. Her feet moving restlessly in circles as she clearly fought the battle of her bladder once again. This proved it, she knew she was desperate, but why wouldn’t she just pee already. Her eyes seemed locked on the screen Infront of her that was currently showing some show he didn’t recognise, her headphones in she was intently watching what ever it was.
Yawning he stretched his arms out, pretending as if he was just waking up, instantly Amber's legs stopped moving but again the loss of help caused her whole body to pulse. The force of it causing her to gasp and bend slightly. Yet still she said nothing, pretending she hadn’t noticed him wake up.
Checking his watch it was…. something in Vegas time that didn’t help right now. Clicking the screen in the back of the chair he could see it was just 40 minutes until they arrived in Frankfurt, he had somehow managed a full night’s sleep. Although that might come back to hurt him depending on what the time was back home in relation to here. Either way he knew that he had to pee, excusing himself he got up and walked to the back of the plane. On his way back after relieving himself he stopped off and chatted with Roger before he was ushered back to his seat as they were about to land.
This time Amber clearly had a plan as the landing was announced. Despite a comment from a passing air steward about her blanket she managed to somehow hide the fact her belt was looser than it should have been. A fact that drove John mad, she was literally putting her bladder and pride above her own safety. But nevertheless, he stayed quiet, assuming and hoping nothing would go wrong with the landing that meant the belts were even needed. Thankfully, it was totally smooth. However, even the soft bump of a perfect landing caused another grunt to escape Amber who was still somehow controlling herself.
As a connecting flight they didn’t have to worry about security or check-in, but their flight left in just 40 minutes which gave them little time to find the right gate. Shuffling their way to the correct gate the students all sat around waiting for boarding to start.
“Im going to go find a toilet” Roger announced.
“Can’t you wait, we will be boarding soon” Suzie said.
“I’ll be quick. I just prefer not going in those tiny compartments. I’ll be back before you know” He said running off.
“If he misses the plane, I will not be waiting for him” She said slightly annoyed.
A few minutes later he returned, much to Suzie’s relief. Although part of her was starting to like the idea of leaving him behind.
“Hey good news guys, the plane is delayed because of bad weather. I think they said it would be 6 hours till we leave”
“How is that good news?” Suzie asked
“Because I just passed Amber who is currently doing a pee dance while in line with June at the coffee shop.”
“So, 6 more hours for us is 6 more hours for her to wait”
“Exactly, and im sure it must be so much worse since we are so close to being home. It is only a 5 hour flight from here, but that’s 11 more hours now”
“Are you guys really that invested in this?” John asked sceptically. Part of him still hated how much of a game they had made out of her suffering, even if it was self inflicted.
“What, we are in an airport what else is there to do?”
“I’ve got some cards if you want to play” June said, startling them by apparently appearing out of nowhere.
“Jeeez, where did you come from.” Roger said, one hand on his chest. “Glad I peed before you did that” He half joked.
“Guys, can I have your attention please” A man in a high visibility vest said stood next to the gate.
“Im sorry to say your plane has been delayed by approximately 6 to 7 hours. We are sorry for any inconvenience caused by this, but we have some bad weather overhead that looks like its sticking with us for now. As compensation, you have all been given temporary access to the airways club bar which is just down the hallway behind me and to the left. Thank you for your patience, I will update you when I receive more information. Please keep an eye on the departures board for more information.
“Result”. Suzie and Roger said at the same time whilst fist bumping.
“Mind if we join you?” June asked, which was kind of awkward as she had also seemingly invited Amber along too. Although at this moment in time she appeared to be preoccupied, her face was grimacing periodically as she fought the waves of desperation they were sure she was feeling by now. Her legs were tightly crossed and they could see the tops of her thigh’s contracting from time to time as she tried to keep her bladder contained.
“Yeah sure” Roger said, a glint in his eye of an opportunity forming.
“You coming Amber?” June asked
“I….I don’t know” She stuttered.
“Come on, it will be fun and like you told me, we cant let our bladder’s run our life right” June said with a smile. But John was wondering just how long she had been waiting to throw that line back into Amber's face. It was the same thing she had said to June moments before she had wet herself with the whole class watching, maybe June wasn’t quite the innocent sweet girl he had thought her to be. Had Roger been right all along, had she been intentionally filling Amber up like a balloon ready to pop, just for this moment?
The comment had worked and goaded Amber back to life though.
“Im….I don’t know what you mean June. It has nothing to do with…..My bladder is fine. Im just a little tired but sure I guess I could come with you.”
The comment caused Suzie to roll her eyes, after 4 days of this she had clearly had enough of it.
Walking into the bar it was amazing, like a modern German tavern right inside the airport. Flags of old German tribes like the Gaul’s were hung on the wall alongside Bavarian relics, or at least replicas of them. The electric chandeliers hanging from the ceiling were made from what looked to be drinking horns.
“Wow this place is great” Roger said, clearly enjoying the decor.
“3 pints please” he said at the front bar after showing his boarding pass.
“Sorry we don’t do pints, we can give you a stein” The barman said in a thick German accent.
“3 of those then please”. The group watching as the barman reached under the bar and took out three industrial looking large glasses. Putting them under the tap he poured a vast quantity of beer into each glass.
“Guy’s I think you are going to have to carry your own” Roger laughed.
Paying and each grabbing their beers they moved over to a small table near the bar, Rogers pack of cards falling onto the table.
“Right I want a rematch” he said to Suzie. Checking his head for his sunglasses and also behind him for any mirrors he was happy to see there was nothing to give the game away.
“Really, again?” Suzie sighed, clearly uninterested.
“Yeah, what else are we going to….
“Im not pregnant you halfwit, its just my bladder!” A shout from the bar interrupted him. Looking over they could all see Amber angrily gesticulating at the bar, her legs firmly pressed together.
“No, stop telling me where the bathrooms are, I don’t need to go. A grown woman can wait as long as she need to, now shut up and give me a drink.”
“Is it me or is Amber even more angry than normal?” Roger asked quietly as they watched the tall muscular barman become increasingly intimidated and annoyed by the small woman In front of him.
“Yes I am sure I don’t need a bathroom, are you trying to insult me by questioning it. My bladder is strong enough to…you know what I’ll show you. Give me one of those.”
They couldn’t see what she was pointing at, but soon the annoyed looking barman put a massive boot shaped glass on the table”
“She cant be serious” John couldn’t help but say.
“Going off her face, I would say she is” Suzie said as Roger dealt the cards.
The group watched as the giant vessel was slowly filled with frothing amber liquid, condensation rolling down the outside of the glass. Meanwhile, despite her angry demeanour Amber had started to fidget slightly, her left foot’s heel bouncing on the floor while the liquid poured into the glass. Finally, it was full and with two hands she picked it and began to drink.
“Right come on, back to poker” Roger interrupted, clearly intent on restoring his honour.
Over the next hour Roger and Suzie battled it out, it was closer this time but again Suzie came out on top.
“How is amber doing?” She asked John, who was still glancing over at her from time to time.
“I mean she looks like she is literally about to explode. Can her bladder get any bigger, like it looks ridiculous. “ John said
“Yeah, I can see why that guy thought she was pregnant.”
“Why is she still stood at the bar?” Roger asked
“Going off what happened earlier, im guessing she is too full to sit down now.”
“Well that’s going to be an issue for the plane” A slight look of glee in Rogers eyes.
“I mean she made it this far, im starting to think she might make it” Suzie replied, shooting down his optimism. But after a moment he recovered, seemingly having an idea.
“We will see about that” he said looking around, spotting a dark haired man on the table next to them.
“Hi, do You speak English?” he asked
“Yeah Roger, im on your guys course”
“Awkward” Roger said out loud. “Well……” he said leaning in.
“Kyle” Their fellow student replied.
“Well kyle, how about a free drink? But only if you get her one as well” he said pointing to Amber.
“I…. sure?” he said taking the money. “I don’t have to do anything else?”
“Nope feel free to talk to her, im sure she is lovely right now”
“Thanks….” Kyle said clearly still confused by the arrangement. But despite that he did his part, walking up to the bar and ordering 2 regular steins of beer, one of which he gave to the desperate Amber.
“What are you doing?” John asked Roger accusingly .
“Giving up on being impartial, it wasn’t working”
Throughout the next few hours a series of suitors were paid and bought for by Roger, the offer of paying them for their drinks more than enough to get people to go and attempt to chat up Amber. From their table the three of them watched as she began to get more and more fidgety through the night. She was doing her best to hide it but by 2 hours and 4 more steins in she was clearly losing it. Her posture became more and more hunched as her bladder ballooned even further. The endless supply of water over the last few days had been bad for her bladder, but the new stream of Alcohol must have been pure torture. Soon she was unable to stand still as she locked her legs together and began moving a foot in small circular motions. From time to time they could see her physically flinch, as if something was hitting her, but nothing was. A hour later in it was clear she was struggling, even with her best efforts she simply couldn’t hide it any longer. Her red face puffed and panted as she fought to remain the master of her own bladder, rocking where she stood and a hand now pressed firmly between her legs. More and more of their class joined them in the bar, with many of them having a stake on the outcome of this “event”. It was like some sort of weird theatre play, but the only character was Amber and the villain was her bladder, or was it the other way around?
As the minutes passed it seemed a growing crowd of spectators had formed on the nearby tables, all seemingly waiting for the inevitable to happen. Each person watching with interest as Amber desperately struggled, her legs constantly shifting while she whined and grunted in effort of holding in her days worth of pee. The bulge of her bladder clearly larger than it was even on the plane, pulling the strands of her dress that was now totally ceaseless, the material pulled flat by her bulging bladder. A particularly loud whine caught their attention as her legs suddenly swivelled to the left, her hand pressing tightly between them. But the spectacle continued, her red sweating face scrunched in agony as her bladder cried out for relief.
Soon her legs began to tremble beneath her as the whimper and grunts escaping Amber's throat went up an octave, the desperation inside her body peaking. Minutes turned to hours as she kept fighting, drops of sweat running down her tired face, her blood shot eyes a sign of the force of squeezing herself shut. She was a mess, but as Suzie had said, Amber had done this to herself. Not only that, she continued to pretend as if nothing was wrong, even ordering yet more drinks to prove to people she wasn’t at the end of her tether whenever people suggested as much. A loud pitiful whimper escaped her pursed lips as he legs swivelled the other direction. Her head bowed and other hand pressing against the bar as she fought on.
“I cant sit here and watch this” John said, starting to get up.
“Hey, sit you butt back down. You cant help her, this is all on her” Suzie said commandingly.
“I..”
“Nope, sit down and drink your beer.”
Reluctantly John did as he was told, at least for a few minutes.
A louder grunt filled the room again as people on the nearby tables looked over. Her entire body shook as she writhed, but her defences had broken for a moment, a highly pressurised Jet of pee burst out of her and noisily splattered onto the floor next to where she was stood. Panting in effort she got herself under control, almost wheezing she stood their as the remnants of the leak dripped off her white underwear and small rivulets trailed down her bare legs.
“Im fine!” she said loudly at no one in particular.
But the desperate cry was far from convincing and John just couldn’t help himself. Standing he walked over to her, putting a hand on her shoulder.
“Look, maybe you should just….”
“Your doubting me and my bladder again” she shot back, her legs shaking beneath her as a pained expression crossed her face, breaking through even when she was trying to be intimidating. Even though her dress he could feel the heat of her overworked body.
“Yes, this time I am.”
“I didn’t leak, I am still in control!” She shouted “I can…I can hold more”
“Really, really!?” John said incredulously, unable to believe she could still be fighting it despite the small puddle of her urine next to her.
“Fine how about I buy you another beer then, if you are so sure you can hold it”
“That…That sounds like a wonderful idea” Creases in her forehead appearing as she scrunched up her face, breathing heavily for a moment.
Part of John hadn’t expected her to call his bluff, and was a little lost. But maybe he should just go with it, ordering two more steins the frothing liquid he passed one to the sweating and twitching Amber. Surely she would give up rather than drink it all?
“Cheers” he said as they clinked the large glasses together.
As soon as the drink hit her lips she began to twitch, a quiet whimper escaped between mouthfuls. It was clear she was suffering and yet she couldn’t admit her need, even in this state. Breathing heavily through her nose she continued to chug, even as John came up for air. Her eyes open, a crazed look of determination on them as she tilted the glass further and further up as she passed the halfway mark. Her breathing only getting harder and harder as she fought her body, sweat ran down her check as her legs started to quiver beneath her bulging bladder. Still she drank, was she trying to prove a point, of course she was. Passing the two thirds mark it seemed she had stopped breathing all together. With just over a quarter of the glass to go her whole body lurched forwards as a powerful pulse seemed to run through it. A groan escaping her lips still planted around the rim of the glass, its contents sloshing back into the glass. Opening her mouth again she kept drinking, another more powerful pulse caused a louder groan to reverberate through the glass. But still she refused to give in.
“I can hold it, I can hold it!” She yelled into the glass before tilting it back and trying to force down the rest of the drink. Her bulging bladder looked ready to rip through its second item of clothing that day, a few frayed bits of fabric now present. Her vibrating legs increased their speed before pitching inwards, her thighs slamming together once more. A cry of anguish left her mouth, followed by a few moments of silence and then a deafening splattering noise filled the room. After days of holding it, her iron bladder had finally failed. A thick and hard stream of pee was thundering out of her tortured body and hitting the floor at speed. Almost instantly the puddle had grown to more than a meter in all directions as Amber groaned in relief, her legs still shaking as she emptied her over taxed bladder onto the floor of the public club. Her thin white underwear was instantly saturated as the liquid raced its way past the thin barrier and rivers of pee snaked down her vibrating legs. Droplets of pee bouncing off them as the movement caused the thick stream to fork and run down in all directions as her skin glistened in the bars lighting.
Groaning again her back arched and the pees speed only seemed to increase in speed, the sheer volume of piss that was exploding out of her glistening body was amazing, a shocked silence filled the room as the onlookers couldn’t believe what they were witnessing as still she peed. The thunderous downpour entering its second minute as it soaked through the carpet. Her flow unabated in speed or power as still she stood there, panting, sweat covered and shaking in relief. Slowly the enormous bladder bulge deflated as the gallons of pee she had tried her best to keep in flowed freely into the sodden carpet. It had done its best to absorb as much as it could, but the volume caused it to spread over the surface quicker than it could soak into the bottom of it. A dark blue stain continued to spread out from her as an ocean of pee continued to erupt out of Amber.
Finally after almost four minutes of peeing it stopped, the last drops dripping into the absolutely enormous puddle she had created. Even vendors that were not part of their class had stopped to watch Amber's accident unfold. The staff could barely believe that one person could have held in so much liquid. It looked almost as if someone had burst a pipe, and yet it was from just one bladder. One bladder that had been forced to contain far too much for far too long. The result had been inevitable, her pride was simply too strong headed.
As Amber stood there, still dripping and with her muscles still spasming inside her the room was silent. Everyone couldn’t believe what they had seen, open mouths and looks of surprise covering each and ever one of them, well except two. Two people in the room couldn’t help but smile, A now rich man from South London and a not so sweet girl named June.
The end!
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Thank you all for reading I hope you guys enjoyed reading this story.
It definitely turned out far longer than I originally planned, but hopefully it was interesting throughout.
In other news:
So this was actually a requested story that someone asked me to write, which is the first time I have done something like this.
But having received a couple of request for commissions / for me to write stories I have decided to open a commissions store using Fiverr as a store front.
This is for 2 main reasons, the first being a secure payment for myself and the second being it hopefully working as a way of “legitimising” myself, if people were worried I would take the money and run.
prices range from $15 for a short story up to $60 for a 10,000 word story of your design.
I’m sure this will seem a little steep for some people, but unfortunately and without trying to sound arrogant, there is a threshold for what I am willing to take time out and write for. Apologise if that makes me sound like a bit of a dick.
I don’t expect to be flooded with requests, but I have received a couple of PM’s on this site asking if I do commissions or asking me to write a story for them. So that is where this came from.
As such feel free to message me on here if you want to talk about it, but I will still exclusively take payment from the Fiverr store.
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Too shy to ask
Jean really wanted to go on holiday but there was one thing stopping her: her boss wouldn’t let her go unless she found someone else to cover her shifts for the week she was away. Jean called her sister begging her to help, knowing she had regularly worked the bar at their dad’s pub in her twenties and early thirties before she married Jeff. Sure she’d now been married nearly twenty years but a pint was a pint and once a barmaid always a barmaid surely?
Jeff answered and Jean made small talk first before asking to speak to Janis. She mentioned how much her holiday meant to her, how seeing her grandchildren was so important with another new baby just born and how frustrating it was that Gary was insisting she found cover herself. She reminisced about the ‘good old days’ working at dad’s pub and the many regulars they both remembered. Janis seemed happy and relaxed and Jean went in for the kill.
‘Please please Janis. It’s only a week and the money will really help you out. You’ll love it and I bet you anything the regulars love you! Please do it for me?’
Caught up in the moment Janis agreed and early Monday evening she put on her jeans and a low cut top, showing off her figure that for a woman in her mid fifties was still in incredible shape . Jeff whistled as she said goodbye and jokingly told her to behave.
‘As if I’d do anything else!’ Janis joked back as she headed out and walked the half mile to the local pub where her sister had been the barmaid for 8 years.
Gary was grateful for the shift being covered and quickly showed Janis how everything worked. As she was unfamiliar with the till he suggested he take payments and she serve. Janis was fine with this as, unlike her sister, she was less outgoing, more shy and not confident with new things at all. Twenty years as a stay at home wife and mother had limited her life experience but she was glad to have an opportunity to prove herself again.
The bar quickly picked up and Janis quietly but diligently worked away. Gary watched her working from a distance pleased with her standard of work and happy to have someone who seemed sensible and capable even if somewhat quiet. As the building warmed up with more customers Gary poured a glass of lemonade and walked along the bar to Janis.
‘Here! It’s just lemonade but it’s warm tonight. I should have said help yourself to any of the draft drinks or water as much as you like. It does get very hot at times I’m afraid.’
Janis took the drink gratefully and within minutes the glass was empty. She added it to the empty glasses at the bar and took the tray of them through to the kitchen. As the bar was less busy she walked round the pub and collected in many other empty glasses and took those through to be washed too. Then, seeing a queue forming around Gary, she slipped back behind the bar silently and served more customers.
As the evening went on Janis found time passing quickly. She took Gary at his word and after the lemonade she consumed a glass of iced water and then another glass of lemonade. By early evening she was wondering if she might get a break at all. She hadn’t thought to ask her sister about stuff like that and she certainly wasn’t going to interrupt Gary who was chatting away to a regular customer whilst still serving others. Janis decided she’d wait until the pub quietened down even though she could do with a bathroom visit.
She kept busy serving more drinks, though she found herself moving far more often and crossing her legs now and again behind the bar as her kidneys pumped waste fluid through her body to her bladder continually. Her eyes danced in Gary’s direction numerous times in the hope he might notice and send her for a break. Sadly he was too engrossed in serving and laughing with the regulars to even seem to remember she was there.
By now Janis was noticeably fidgety as a customer approached the bar asking for a pint of beer. Janis smiled and took his money heading over towards the till and Gary.
‘Pint of beer. That’s £3.90 isn’t it? Getting the hang of these prices now.’
Gary smiled and took the £5 note from Janis, rang up the till and handed her the customer’s change.
The customer Gary had been talking too was eying up Janis in her snug jeans and top, a sparkle in his eye as he winked at Janis.
‘New barmaid Gaz? What’s her name? She’s fit, but awful antsy wouldn’t you say?’
Gary turned to look at Janis as she walked down the bar towards the man she had served. He hadn’t seen her antsy but her bum was definitely wiggling now he happened to look. He turned and laughed with the regular.
‘That’s Jean’s sister Stu! She’s alright isn’t she. Bit quiet and shy but picking up the knowledge quickly and pulls a decent pint too. She’s just here for the week mind you.’
‘She’s cuter than her sister anyway but there’s something about her Gaz. She’s either flirting or awful nervous or perhaps....’
Gary didn’t answer as he turned and watched Janis serve another customer this time with her legs crossed as she drank more of her lemonade.
Gary smiled back at his regular and leaned towards him in a whisper.
‘I suspect she needs the ladies mate. She’s not had a break yet and think that’s at least her second lemonade. I told her to help herself. You think I should maybe let her go?’
‘Nah mate. Her wiggle is well cute. I say wait until she asks. I mean what if she gets all that embarrassed way like woman do? She might get all upset at you knowing. My ex was like that. Hated anyone asking if she was bursting for the toilet even when it was fucking obvious. I say let her ask. I mean you aren’t stopping her going or anything. She just needs to ask right?’
Gary laughed.
‘You’re right Stu. She’s got a tongue in her head right? And she is definitely nice to watch!’
Janis meanwhile was bursting and found herself crossing her legs and bouncing on her heels behind the bar. Her face reddened as Gary approached.
‘Janis you wouldn’t mind clearing some glasses would you? The bar’s a bit quieter but could you unload and reload the dishwasher in the kitchen and bring the clean glasses through? Thanks!’
Janis uncrossed her legs, grabbed two trays and walked out to the tables and guests to collect in the used glasses, the pounding between her legs increasing exponentially as she did. She didn’t want to but her body was struggling and the only way she could hold her bladder was to dance around the room as she collected glasses onto the trays. Thankfully they were empty or she would definitely have spilled a lot of fluids with her giggling and bouncing around.
Gary watched as Stu fixed his eyes on Janis’s every move.
‘Aye, she’s definitely needing that break Gaz that’s for sure! Check those thighs moving and those legs! She can hardly stand still!’
‘You reckon I should tell her to take a break?’
‘You kidding mate? She’s an adult isn’t she? She can talk! Let her ask! Plus she’s better entertainment than what’s on that TV there that’s for sure! Bloody repeats again!’
‘She’ll probably ask when she comes back from the kitchen with the glasses eh!’
‘Be a shame if she does. But you’re probably right.’
Janis slipped into the kitchen glad to be alone finally. She placed the trays of glasses on the counter with the rest of the dirty ones and immediately grabbed herself between the legs with one hand as she hobbled over to the dishwasher and opened it up.
‘Oh God I really must go the the bathroom! I need to get Gary alone. This is crazy!’
Struggling to concentrate due to the intense need between her legs Janis couldn’t for a moment work out what to do. Should she unload the clean glasses and take them through to the bar then load the dirty ones or should she load some dirty ones in the spaces available then unload the clean ones? All she could think about was holding her pee in as she danced about frantically with one hand wedged between her legs. She decided to take the dirty ones off the tray and take some clean ones back to the bar first so she could ask Gary to be allowed to use the toilet.
She just needed to be brave and ask. How hard could it be?
She twisted her legs and jumped around like a little school girl, totally unable to stand still. Finally both trays were loaded and Janis tried to take them to the bar but due to being so desperate to pee she was unsteady and could only manage one tray at a time. She tensed every muscle she had and walked back with the first tray, placing them under the bar and looking around anxiously for Gary. She couldn’t see him so she danced back to the kitchen, having to grab herself twice before being able to head back with the second tray. This time she lingered at the bar, bright red and with her legs tightly crossed.
She moaned to herself as she saw Gary and walked towards him.
‘Did you manage the dishwasher ok then? The tablets are on the shelf above it.’
Trying to think fast, but feeling her muscles about to give way against the torrent of urine pressing fiercely against them, Janis could only muster one silly thing.
‘I couldn’t reach them. Sorry.’
Gary felt guilty as he watched Janis struggle. He could tell she was troubled as she stood there sweating, red faced and almost in tears.
Janis could feel her urethra shake. She knew what was about to happen but still she couldn’t get past her shyness to ask to be excused to use the ladies. Instead she’d made up some stupid line about not reaching the dishwasher tablets when in fact she hadn’t even loaded the dirty glasses yet!
Gary headed to the kitchen and Janis followed. As soon as she passed the bar Janis could feel her bladder about to pop. She grabbed herself between the legs, mortified at the thought Gary might turn around and see her. She had no idea that Stu was watching from the bar knowing just how desperate Janis now was and curious as to what might happen next.
In the kitchen Gary reached up to the shelf and took down two dishwasher tablets. He began loading some glasses in as Janis came in behind him.
‘Sorry I should have shown you how to do this. It’s just been non stop tonight. I do apologise. I don’t think either of us have even had a break yet. Could you pass me some glasses and I’ll load this quick. The tablets just go in here then you shut the door and press here.’
Janis stood watching trying with everything in her to not have an accident. Her jeans felt so uncomfortable, her top a little too revealing suddenly.
She had Gary alone. She just had to ask.
‘Gary, I was wondering. Could I please use the...’
But it was too late. As Janis leaned over to pass Gary another few glasses they both heard a load whoosh as Janis’s body crushed beneath her, releasing hours of pee into her jeans right in front of Gary. There was no dribbles, no leaks...just a long powerful pee that didn’t stole for almost two minutes.
The pair stood in silence as first the crotch, then the right leg then even some of the left became wetter and wetter as warm urine drenched Janis from the waist down. Drips could be heard falling from the leg of Janis’s jeans as a huge puddle began forming on the tiled floor.
Mortified, embarrassed and scared Janis could feel tears forming in her eyes. Why hadn’t she been strong enough to just ask for a break? Why has she held past the point of no return?
Not knowing how to react, and strangely highly turned on by what he had just witnessed, Gary took the glasses from Janis’s hand and loaded them in the dishwasher as if nothing had happened. He leaned past her and took some more glasses.
‘So sorry Gary. I shouldn’t have told Jean I could do this. I should have just asked for a break. I have been so bursting for over an hour now.’
‘And I should have told you to take one.’
‘I don’t have any spare clothes sorry Janis. If you want to go home I’ll pay you the full shift. You’ll still come back tomorrow won’t you?’
Despite the embarrassment of peeing herself Janis had had a great night. It was much better than watching Coronation Street and then having toast and tea with Jeff like every other night.
‘I’ll be back tomorrow’ she whispered through tears. ‘But I won’t be too shy to ask for a break then.’
‘See you tomorrow then.’
Jeff was sound asleep when Janis got home, her coat thankfully covering the majority of her wet jeans as she walked home in the dark. She took them off, which was harder than she expected as they clung to her long legs, then she put them in the laundry basket smiling.
Her first night of work in almost thirty years. What a shame she had been too shy to ask for a break when she needed. But actually there was something sexy, erotic even, about what had happened. She might try it again some time, but only if Jeff wasn’t home. |
Hi! This is my first post on the forums and first genuine attempt at writing fiction, so I hope you like it! I wanted to write a mystery-style story with an Omo twist. This first part is mainly setup and almost no Omo, while future parts will be far more Omo-heavy, so feel free to skip this part if that's not your thing. Please enjoy, any feedback is sincerely appreciated.
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When Tessa Rhodes pulled her phone from her pocket to check her messages at 15:46 on a Wednesday in July, she really had no idea what she was getting herself into. After all, she glanced at that screen a few dozen times a day, and nothing bad ever came of it. There was no point, she believed, in assuming the worst when the worst rarely came. But this Wednesday in July was different. If she’d had any reason to suspect what that text would lead to, she might have left it unread.
Or she might have made her choices all the same. There’s no way of knowing for sure, and so all we can say with certainty is that as Tessa clicked her power button to see what had happened in the twenty-four minutes since her last check, she didn’t expect to see what she saw. But life is short, and Tessa was bored- so as her stony-faced boss left the office doorway and vanished from sight, her hand snuck inside of her jacket and retrieved the blue-cased box that kept her connected to the person she used to be. There were three notifications.
The first was a Snapchat from an old friend. Probably another meme that she’d already seen but would still kind of laugh at.
The second read “@catholicboy250316 liked your tweet”. Nothing new there.
The third, accompanied by that familiar green and white icon, caught her eye. She opened it instantly.
Hey Tessa
This is Jamie, from camp last summer. I hope this is still your number. If not, I guess you aren’t reading this message, so it doesn’t matter.
I can’t believe it’s nearly been a whole year. Almost time for that reunion we talked about (bet you didn’t think I’d actually remember haha). I’m messaging everyone. Gonna try and get the old gang back together. I miss you guys, hope I’m not the only one lol.
Anyway, call me when you get this, if you haven’t changed your number.
Jamie x
Tessa hadn’t spoken to Jamie in eleven months, but she remembered him well. He’d been part of her group on a Summer job in France the previous year, six of them in total, all from different parts of the world, all complete strangers. They’d worked together through the days and hung out together in the evenings. Jamie was right- they’d promised to meet up again for a reunion one year after going their separate ways, but Tessa had assumed it was just a fantasy after months of no contact between the group. Now, here was something new, something unexpected, a real chance at seeing her friends again. And he was right about another thing, too: she did miss them. She missed them almost every day.
Tessa read the text twice before beginning to type a reply. Her fingers did most of the work, as if there was only ever going to be one answer.
Jamie,
I’m in. Let’s get a group chat going. Excited to talk to everyone again!
Tessa xxx
Quietly, as if scared of being spotted on her phone despite being alone in her own office, Tessa dropped it back into her pocket and gazed (as she often did) out of the tenth-storey window. The view over southern Southampton was marred by grey clouds and the lightest of smatterings of rain against the cool glass, exactly the way Tessa preferred it. In this weather, she could just make out her own reflection in the window. Black hair, short and curled, hung just below her ears. At school in the early years of the century she had been teased about her hair. She’d been teased plenty at school, as the only black girl in the class. Not many people were bold enough to tease her anymore.
That didn’t mean it was all easy- easy was a long way from the right word to use. But racism was a battle that Tessa was used to fighting, and one she very well intended to win.
A twinge in Tessa’s bladder broke her train of thought. She’d always been able to carry more than most, which came in handy during her busier working days. Today, though, it wasn’t exactly surprising that she was filling up; she hadn’t been since just before leaving for work, nearly eight hours ago. But the nearest bathrooms were two floors down, and the lift was broken. Tessa had always been the kind of person who preferred to pee when it was convenient to her, not when her body demanded. She knew she could wait until she got home, even if it wasn’t likely to be particularly comfortable. But if she was going to hold it, a distraction would be welcome.
Reluctantly, she turned her attention to her computer screen. After all, there was an hour left in the working day, and Tessa wasn’t the type to slack off. She hadn’t gotten where she was, to her own office and a high-up position at the age of twenty-four, by slacking off. There was always more to do. And yet she couldn’t resist checking her phone one more time for a reply from Jamie.
Click. Nothing yet. Just her lock screen and the numbers 15:57 in big white text. Click. Back in her pocket.
Somehow Tessa Rhodes knew she’d be checking again very soon. Even then, though, she never once imagined what the next few weeks had in store for her.
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Here comes part 2! This one is a lot more Omo-heavy as promised. Thank you to the moderators for approving the first part! 🙂
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Zoe Johnson needed to pee. There was no point in denying it any longer- she had to go, and soon.
She'd never been great at stretching her bladder, and today was no different. While the professor at the front of the room droned on and on, Zoe was filling up at a rather alarming rate. Her bladder, probably one of the smallest she'd ever encountered, couldn't take much more. Two-hour classes were a nightmare even at the best of times, but this morning they were nothing short of horrific. Just a few hours ago she'd been topping up with a drink from the bar at a packed nightclub... how did she get to this? 10:30 AM, hungover and filled with wee, in the middle of a busy lecture hall, begging for the class to finish so she could relieve herself into one of the toilets she knew were just an elevator ride away. If the professor didn't finish up soon, she could see herself relieving her bladder during the elevator ride.
Zoe looked around at the other students, none of whom she could put names to. Nobody was looking her way, and luckily she'd had the good sense to sit at the back of the lecture hall. Not one of the five hundred students in the room would have even glanced her way as she battled to control her bladder. With the stealth of a cat, Zoe slipped a hand between her thighs in an attempt to keep herself dry. Fortunately, a powerful air-conditioning system kept her cool even as the Australian sun pounded down onto the roof. Her fingers gripped her crotch and squeezed tightly once she was confident nobody could see. The firm grip helped, but not by a lot, and Zoe still quivered softly from the need to empty herself.
As she often did, the Melbourne-born girl turned to her phone to provide a distraction from her desperation. She slipped it out of the pocket of her blue jeans... and found nothing, no messages, no notifications. Damn. She would need to distract herself today. Somewhere in the room, a young man chuckled quietly at a joke a friend had told him, as two women whispered to Zoe's right about God-knows-what. Zoe turned her thoughts to the first thing that had come into her head: the last time she had had to use the bathroom so badly. Not helpful, she thought- but the damage was already done. Her head was suddenly flooded with memories of her first day at university, when she'd forgotten to go in the morning before she arrived and consequently found herself squirming to keep the pee in throughout the day. Is today worse than that? she wondered, crossing her slim legs tightly together. It was definitely close.
Finally, wonderfully, the professor started to wrap up her lecture. Zoe breathed a sigh of relief; she'd been expecting another ten minutes of torture. By the time the first students got to their feet, Zoe was already halfway toward the door at the back of the room, still stuffing her unopened books into her half-opened bag. She couldn't help jiggling as she walked, unable to stay composed with several pints sloshing around in her bladder. As the elevator doors opened, giving her a good view of slightly messy hair and sleepy green eyes in the mirror at the back of the lift, she thought vaguely that she remembered absolutely none of the two hours she'd just sat through. No point worrying about that now, she thought, I'll be much worse than distracted if this thing doesn't hurry up.
This elevator ride took twelve seconds. Zoe knew because she counted them all. She hadn't had a worse twelve seconds since her friend Michelle had suggested Sambuca shots at her 21st birthday party.
The bathroom door on the ground floor was just opposite the elevator. Blissfully, Zoe's favourite stall (the furthest from the door) was unoccupied and she hurried in, bag still barely zipped up. Her jeans were around her ankles almost as soon as the stall door was locked and her bum hit the seat just in time. Zoe had to catch herself to stop herself from letting out an audible sigh of relief as several hours' worth of pee started to loudly stream out of her body and into the water below. Zoe was very much used to these situations. Her bladder being small as it was, desperation wasn't an unusual state to be in. There had been countless close calls, several moments of doubt and a couple of serious leaks, but she always made it in time.
Finally able to relax, habit took over. As it always did when she was on the loo, her phone came out of her pocket and lit up automatically. It took Zoe a few seconds to realise what she was reading- a message from an old friend she'd thought she might never hear from again.
Zoe,
It's Jamie! Hope this is still your number x
Remember when we said we'd meet up again a year after camp? Well... it's been nearly a year, right? We can use my parents' summer home (they already said they don't mind as long as we don't burn it down lol)
Let me know if you're up for it! Hope everyone can come
Jamie x
Zoe was still peeing as she finished reading the message, her stream finally starting to weaken as the last of her gently aching bladder emptied. She'd completely forgotten about her toilet emergency, though. The text had taken her hangover completely out of her mind. She felt like a fool when the realisation hit that she was grinning.
As her wee flow turned into a dribble, Zoe Johnson started typing a reply. |
Kevin Myung hated his alarm. He couldn't stand the chirpy tones that woke him at 8AM each and every morning. They were the musical equivalent of impaling one's foot on an upturned plug, never welcome, always painful. Of course, Kevin knew he could change his alarm. The trouble was that he'd already done so half a dozen times and each time he'd picked a sound he loved and found himself despising it within a fortnight. They were all unbearably cheerful; there was no room for optimism in his waking-up experience.
Through tired eyes, Kevin reached over for his phone and silenced the racket. He typed in his four-digit password (2-5-8-0), went to his clock app and began a fairly common process for him- setting another alarm for ten minutes in the future. After all, if he hurried up in the shower, rushed breakfast and left for work on time, surely there was nothing wrong with another ten minutes of sleep? But as his brain started adjusting to the unwelcome complication of being awake, realisation dawned on him. A ginger test with his free hand confirmed what Kevin already knew, and he swore under his breath. No extra ten minutes for him today.
But how? He'd been careful. He'd used the bathroom right before bed, double checked, been sure he was empty. Now his reward was a soaked sheet for the fourth time in three weeks. It wasn't fair. The first time he'd uneasily excused it with the alcohol he'd had the night before, but even then he'd known that two beers didn't make an adult man wet the bed by themselves. The second time he'd been rushing for a work meeting and had had no choice but to put the accident to the back of his mind. The third time he'd told himself it was some sort of phase, some kind of late pubescent aftershock that would pass over him in time. Now, there was absolutely no denying it. After staying dry for eight years, Kevin had wet the bed four times in less than a month. There was no alternative to accepting that he needed to face this problem.
But not right now. Right now he needed to clean his bed. A wave of hot shame washed over him as he briefly considered that a plastic mattress protector might be a smart investment. Surely he didn't need one of those?
It's only for now, he told himself. Only until I get this fixed- whatever it is. As Kevin climbed out of his three-quarter-sized bed and stood up, he could feel the cold wetness of his boxer shorts clinging to his skin. His bedroom was small enough that he could flick on the light by the door without leaving his bedside. The damage wasn't as bad as previous accidents; he'd made a habit of going to the bathroom late every night in the hope that it would solve his problem. As a result the indigo patch in the centre of his otherwise sky-blue sheet was only just long enough to reach halfway down where his thighs had been, just slightly wider than his hips. But it was still a wet patch. He'd still lost control of his bladder in the night for reasons he couldn't begin to understand.
With a workmanlike efficiency achievable only by someone who'd already done this three times recently, Kevin stripped his sheets and boxers. Naked, he walked to the washing machine across the hall, bundled in the armful of half-soaked fabric and set it washing. He'd need to deal with the mattress soon, but first he needed a shower.
As was so often the case, stepping into a hot morning shower did two things almost immediately. First, it helped Kevin relax after the stress of the first five minutes of his day. The feeling of warm water washing over his shoulders, trickling down his back and pooling around his feet helped immensely. It left Kevin feeling clean again, something he strived for in nearly every moment of his life. Nothing made Kevin feel more anxious than being dirty, sticky, smelly. He leant back, letting the shower water soak a headful of short, dark hair. His frustration with himself, and with his body, seemed much more manageable now he was washing up. Feeling lighter, Kevin resolved to book a doctor's appointment as soon as possible to try and get to the bottom of his bedwetting.
The second thing the shower did was make Kevin's bladder twinge. No matter how recently he'd been, it always felt like the sensation of the water activated some kind of signal in his brain that told his body hey, it's time to go number one now. Growing up, Kevin had absolutely despised relieving himself in the shower. His parents had absolutely forbidden it- they'd forbidden going anywhere except his own toilet at home. That attitude may have helped him discipline his body in the daytime, but it had only made his bedwetting more shameful until it slowly went away as he became a teenager. One of the many advantages of moving into to his own apartment in Boston was that he finally felt in control of his own bathroom habits. Now, he could empty himself in the shower whenever he felt the urge, like right now. Without a second thought, Kevin let go of his bladder and urinated briefly, watching the yellow river hit the porcelain floor and rush towards the drain.
Feeling far better, Kevin stepped out of the shower and into the blue towel that hung on the back of his bathroom door. He headed for his bedroom, sat on the edge of his stripped bed and picked up his phone, intending to ring the doctor as early as possible. From past experience, Kevin knew that his local doctor could often fit in a same-day appointment if you booked early in the morning. Yet as he picked up his phone to call, he saw a preview of a text message that must have come while he was in the shower. It was a message that he'd assumed he would never receive. He could only see the first two lines, but they told him everything.
Hey Kevin,
It's Jamie
Somewhere between those four words, Kevin forgot all about the doctor. |
Here's parts four and five! I've been writing these quicker than expected (I'm loving writing them!) and hope you enjoy them too. These are the final character introduction chapters before we get all of our characters together for the main story- the first is just setup and no omorashi so feel free to skip it again if that's not your thing. The second, though, is completely pee-based! Please enjoy and as always any feedback is appreciated!
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Hi Ayo,
This is Jamie W from camp last year! Hope you're doing well man.
I'm messaging everyone from the old group about maybe meeting up for a few days this summer. Are you in?
I know you're busy so I hope you can make it. Also I hope this is the right number haha. If you're not Ayo you can ignore this text, sorry.
Anyway, get back to me when you can.
Jamie
Ayobami Shehu, who everyone but his mother called Ayo, read through the text again. He must have read it a dozen times since it had arrived that morning, but each re-read still made him smile. By now it was memorised in his brain, of course, and he didn't need to read it at all all; his reply had been swift and simple.
I'm in. Let's do it! Just need to ask my parents tonight.
But reading it was still nice. Jamie had contacted him- the same Jamie he'd spent most of the previous summer with, as well as the four others who'd become some of his closest friends. So Ayo kept feeling tempted to sneak a look at it again, every time he had a spare moment through the day. Spare moments were rare in his life, and he didn't usually get much time for close friends.
As it often did in July, Benin City had reached absolutely sweltering temperatures earlier that afternoon. Ayo was more or less used to the heat after living there for over two decades, so it didn't bother him too much, but he still found it less than pleasant on some of the hottest days of the year. During his time in France, Zoe had often teased some of the others about their lack of acclimatisation to the balmy Parisian summers. While Jamie, Tessa and Kevin had sweated mercilessly through the tougher outdoor days, she'd just brushed it all off with a laugh and told them that Christmas Day in Melbourne made their ordeal look like a walk-in freezer. Over time, as Ayo grew more confident and began to shed his shyness, he would occasionally join in with the teasing- after all, the Nigerian weather had more than prepared him for the comparatively bearable climate in Europe.
But the sun was now starting to retreat towards the horizon, and a whole day had almost come and gone since he'd received that message from his old friend. Walking home from the University library, the young man passed the same landmarks as he did every day. There was the stone statue of the woman sitting by the side of the road, the yellow house with the red roof that served as the University Media Centre, the small pylon that helped power the neighbourhood. His hometown was as familiar to him as any close relative, and he'd never yet felt any desire to leave. After walking beneath the gradually setting sun for twenty minutes, not needing to concentrate on where he was going, Ayo found himself at the door to the house his family had shared for his entire life.
It was unlocked. Ayo's door was always unlocked. There was always at least one person home, so locking the door rarely made much sense. He pushed gently and stepped inside, and was immediately rewarded with a hug around the waist from his youngest sister, Anwi. Her full name, Anwilichukwu, meant 'God's joy'. Ayo often thought to himself that a name had never fit a child so well. She was only six, wore a permanent smile, and was just about the most wonderful thing in the world to Ayo. From the other side of the room, his brother Ade greeted him in a decidedly more restrained manner. Ayo didn't mind; he was in a rush to ask his mother the question he'd had in his head all day.
"Mama, what would you say if I said I wanted to go back to France for a few days?".
His mother was a kind-eyed woman who looked far younger than her forty-five years. She had raised four children and liked to remind them that she'd done it very well. Although Ayo's father was a good man, he also worked far too hard for his own good- something his wife also liked to remind them. Not that she was one to talk; for most of Ayo's life he'd had to take his share of the responsibility of raising his younger siblings because his parents both worked such long hours. He was proud of them, and didn't let himself resent their occasional absenteeism, for they'd kept his brother and sisters happy and healthy their whole lives. Now, though, she looked at him with a touch of sadness.
"I'd say we can't afford the flights right now, my dear". Ayo's heart sank- he'd been afraid of such an answer all day, but had tried to keep it at the back of his mind in the hope that things wouldn't be so difficult. He felt defeated, but forced himself not to get upset. After all, his parents did so much for him... it wasn't fair to demand this as well.
"Why do you ask?" his mother prompted.
"It's not important, mama. Jamie wants to get us all together again, to have a reunion. But it's no big deal..." Ayo trailed off as a lump formed in his throat, but his mother's demeanour changed enormously at the mention of Jamie's name. Ayo's parents had never met Jamie, but their son had talked about his friends from Paris incessantly for almost a year. They only knew Jamie as the person that had turned their firstborn from a shy and reserved boy to a confident student. His mother began to speak, but slowly, hesitantly.
"Well... I'll think about it", she said. In that moment Ayo could have kissed her. He'd gone from despair to joy in an instant, because he knew that tone of his mother's voice so well, and I'll think about it always meant yes where her children were concerned.
"Think about what?" came a small voice from behind him. Anwi had heard the end of the conversation, and was looking at her brother curiously as her hands fiddled with each other in front of her. He turned and smiled at the girl, suddenly feeling on top of the world.
"Nothing, Anwi. Just some grown-up stuff".
And, leaving it at that, he went to his room to tell Jamie the news.
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Mark was not a fan of birthdays.
He remembered a time in his childhood when they'd been second only to Christmas in the list of Best Days Ever. Those times had been simpler, even if they hadn't always been happier. The older he'd gotten, the more joy had seeped out of that day each year when he found himself one year older, wondering where all that time had gone. He'd changed in more ways than he could count since those years- things like his name, his gender identity, his appearance, they were only parts of it. Just as he tended to on every birthday since he left school, Mark reflected that the years had changed him on a far deeper level too, and most of those changes had made him stronger and far more comfortable in his own skin. But he also knew that plenty of things about himself hadn't changed at all- some of them good, some of them not so much. He still felt the same love for art and animation that he'd had as a child, still thought he looked great in purple, still watched a movie with his family every Saturday night without fail and always bickered with his sister about who would get to pick the film.
On this particular birthday Mark Daniels woke up absolutely busting to piss. That was another thing that had never changed: on more days than not, he would need to head to the nearest toilet within the first few minutes after opening his eyes. It was probably down to the four litres of water he meticulously drunk each day in a half-hearted attempt to combat acne. No matter the reason, he usually woke up full and today was no different.
The trouble on this particular morning was that Mark had slept with the electric fan on full blast to help ease the uncomfortable heat of his Manchester bedroom during the August night. Now, in the 9AM light, the consequence of that decision reared it's ugly head and he was met with an icy cool room. Still mostly asleep, dressed in only the thinnest pair of boxer shorts he owned, Mark found the comfortable warmth of his bed far more appealing than the chill of the walk from his room to the nearest toilet down the corridor. While it was certainly true that Mark was used to waking up desperate to take a leak, he was also used to putting off getting out of bed for as long as possible. Until the comfort of his mattress no longer outweighed the discomfort pulsating from his bladder, he liked to stay wrapped up in the white sheets where nobody would bother him.
To keep his mind off his predicament, Mark grabbed his laptop from the side of the bed where it lived. He propped himself up in his favourite position: his back against the headboard at the top of the bed, knees up in front of him, legs forming an upside-down 'V' shape so the computer could rest on his lap. The young man logged on and started browsing through his go-to websites that had kept him proudly procrastinating since the early 2010's. YouTube, Facebook, Twitter and Reddit were all on Mark's checklist when he had a free morning to waste, as he did today. However, the fullness of his bladder wouldn't allow itself to be ignored, and it wasn't long before he was forced to start shifting awkwardly in his seat to placate his growing urgency.
On some mornings like these he would masturbate to help take his mind off the need to go, but today he felt content to surf the internet and be happy within the cosy haven of his bed. By 9:30, though, his hand's presence was requested by his crotch for a very different reason. Mark's need to piss had evolved far beyond the point at which he would normally give up and head to the toilet, and yet this morning he was especially engrossed in a long video essay about animation that still had twenty minutes to run. Being (as he was) a creature of habit, and believing (as he did) that pausing a video halfway through was a sin reserved only for when it was absolutely vital, Mark resolved to soldier on with the video and restrain his bladder until it was done. He didn't often get so desperate that he needed to physically grab himself to keep it all in, but it did a little to ease the pressure. Hey, it's my birthday, he mused, I might as well indulge myself a little.
His attention was drawn away from the video by a message from his grandmother. She hadn't seen him since she'd moved away from the city six years ago, but still kept in touch for special occasions. Good morning Jane, it read, I hope you are well and are enjoying your birthday presents!... The message continued in this vein for a while, and left Mark feeling the same mixture of frustration and appreciation that he always did. The elderly woman was the only person in his life who still called him Jane, but at least she went to the effort of wishing him a happy birthday each year. He loved his grandmother, of course he did, even though she had always been one of the voices who believed that the slow rebirth of Mark had been simply a phase. She just didn't get it. But there was no use getting down about it when it was the same every birthday, so he switched back to the video in peace.
Another wave of desperation hit, more intense than anything he'd felt all morning. Mark knew he could count on one hand the number of times in his whole life he'd needed the toilet this badly, but he was determined to see out the video before getting up. Twenty-three-year-old's didn't piss themselves, and he had certainly not done so since he was a child. Despite his valour, though, the facade of control didn't last long. As the essay was beginning to wrap up, and his mind recognised the usual staples of an outro, it happened. At the exact moment the narrator started saying "please be sure to leave a like on the video", a hot jet squirted out of Mark's urethra and rapidly stained the front of his boxers. For a moment he was in shock. But there was no mistaking the sensation. For the first time in his adult life, Mark Daniels had just pissed himself.
Okay, don't panic, he told himself, it's only a leak. Only a tiny leak. You waited too long but it's okay, you can make it.
Mark scrambled out of bed, still gripping his crotch doggedly, the laptop forgotten among his thrown-back duvet. He swung open his bedroom door and waddled down the hallway to the bathroom, discarding his slightly soggy boxer shorts just outside. The split second in which he'd needed to take his hand away from his crotch to remove the underwear was brutal and Mark knew he had seconds before he lost control. In blind panic, he entered the bathroom, turned, locked the door behind him and started heading to the shiny white toilet. That's when he saw the child-lock.
In his desperation, Mark had completely forgotten about the childproof red lock that kept the toilet seat closed to prevent his young nieces from doing anything silly when they stayed over. It had only been installed a few weeks ago, and usually he wouldn't miss a beat in opening it. But Mark was at his limit, only had one hand available and knew he was seconds away from flooding the floor. That's when it hit him- the bath!
He only just made it in time. The first big jet of pee erupted out of Mark the instant he got one foot in the bath, spraying uncontrollably through the cracks between his fingers and barely landing the safe side of the porcelain edge. Mark was overcome with sheer relief of an orgasmic scale. The enormous morning's piss practically flooded out of him, spattering indiscreetly against the white surface. As soon as he had emptied himself enough to come to his senses, Mark reached over and turned on the wall-mounted shower to cover the sound of him pissing himself in the bath. He must have gone continuously for a solid minute before the flow began to die down. Amazed that he'd avoided his first ever proper accident, he finished his shower happily and returned to his bedroom with a towel around his waist.
Out of sheer habit, he checked his phone for any messages from Jamie. This was something he'd done a lot over the past three weeks, and the two had been in regular correspondence ahead of their little group reunion in France that weekend. Mark had double-checked and triple-checked his passport, his train tickets, his wallet and everything else so many times over the previous twenty days that he was going a little stir-crazy. To his delight, there was indeed a message from his friend.
Happy birthday dude! All ready for the journey tomorrow?
Mark couldn't help smiling as he typed his reply.
You bet I am. See you soon!
Mark jolted suddenly as his bedroom door flew open. His sister, who had nearly given him a heart attack, filled the frame, her eyes furious. In her hand, being held at the very corner as if they were red hot, were Mark's soiled boxer shorts. Even at first glance, he could see the dark stain clearly.
"Okay, dumbass", she growled, "you have a lot of explaining to do".
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Here's the next part, and again, thanks to the moderators for checking and approving it! Enjoy!
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Tessa hated to admit it, but she needed a wee badly. She knew she should have gone before she got on the plane. It was too late now.
She shifted uncomfortably in the back of the Uber, trying to find the position that best took her mind off of her need to urinate. Just a few more minutes and she would be at the restaurant where she was meeting her old friends, and soon she'd be asking them how their year had been with a nice, empty bladder. The pee-shy young woman wasn't looking forward to telling them that she needed to visit the ladies' room urgently, but it was far preferable to ruining her skirt. Of course, the grown-up thing would have been to use the loo back in Southampton, before boarding the aircraft. But she hadn't needed to go then. It had all come on so suddenly.
Tessa thought back through the day to try and figure out where everything had gone so badly wrong. She'd been to the toilet upon waking up- of course she had. Tessa always made sure to use the loo in the morning. It was a habit ingrained in her since her accident-prone teenage years, and that time period was a big part of what had made her so keen on emptying her bladder whenever she got a good opportunity. For a fleeting moment, Tessa's brain flashed back through some of her most humiliating moments- wetting herself at the family dinner table at Christmas ten years ago, leaking in her first ever job interview, flooding her Halloween costume back in 2011 (her Power Ranger suit had been bright yellow on the top and dark yellow on the bottoms for an hour). She'd managed without so much as a drop of her urine going anywhere but a toilet (or a particularly nice shower) for more than seven years now, thanks to her determined diligence in the bathroom department, and Tessa didn't intend to break that streak now.
Her driver didn't speak much English, but she remembered enough French to get by for the short trip from the airport to Jamie's family summer house. They were very lucky, Tessa thought, that his parents didn't have time to visit it this year. She didn't feel quite so lucky that she'd forgotten to have what she called a 'Try Sit' before leaving the airport. A Try Sit was Tessa's phrase for the moments she spent sat on the toilet, often fruitlessly, making sure her body was empty before going to bed or heading on a long journey. The Try Sit philosophy happened to be a big part of what had kept Tessa Rhodes' panties dry for the previous third of her life, and today was not a good day to lose that record. These were five of the closest mates she'd ever had, and turning up in saturated underwear wasn't a good impression to make on them.
With that in mind, Tessa decided to look at the scenery to keep her mind off the desperation that consumed her lower body. There was an old church, vines crawling upwards like tentacles. A willow tree with sweeping branches hanging low and wide. A river, rapidly flowing downhill in gushes of white and blue. She'd always been the type to stare out of the window on long car journeys- hang on, was that a river?
A glimpse of fast-flowing water was the last thing Tessa's body needed. Her bladder ached with the weight of the pee she'd held since late the night before, almost eighteen hours ago. She hadn't needed to relieve herself upon waking up, nor had she felt anything down there while checking in at the airport, and her body hadn't warned her of any impending toilet-related emergency during the entire plane journey. It was only once her ride was already on it's way to the car park that the urge to have a wee had piped up and she'd realised that a visit to the bathroom demanded to be high on her agenda.
At least you're going to a restaurant, she reasoned. A restaurant is sure to have toilets you can use. But in the back of her mind Tessa knew that that situation still wasn't ideal- it meant she would need to admit to her friends that she needed to go, even if she could think of some excuse, and she'd always hated people knowing when she had to visit the little girl's room. It was embarrassing to her. It made her feel like she lacked control over her body. Suddenly, though, she realised that it was too late to plan- to her left was a blue canopy with the label Le Désespoir. Her Uber had reached the restaurant sooner than expected. Still expertly hiding her urge to go, as always, Tessa stepped out of the Uber, thanking the driver in French as she shut the door.
There was a young man waiting for her outside of the door, and she immediately recognised him as Jamie Wilson. He hadn't changed one bit. Long hair still flowed down his neck, held back by a rudimentary metal headband. He donned a purple T-shirt that Tessa's brain knew well from their evenings the previous summer. Dark blue shorts covered his thighs, presumably the fewest clothes he could get away with in the August heat. Jamie was grinning, as per usual, from ear to ear. He greeted her with a bear hug and a smile- the default Jamie Wilson welcome.
"How was your trip?" He asked, positively bouncing as he began walking Tessa towards the door.
"It was... really great, actually", she replied. "I could have got out of bed two hours ago and still made it here on time".
"We could all be so lucky", said Jamie wryly. He led her into the restaurant and down a narrow corridor. Out of nowhere, Tessa felt nervous.
"Is everyone else here already?", she asked, unsure what answer she would prefer as they halted next to a brown door. Behind that inch of wood could be some or all of the people she'd missed for the last year.
"Yep, everyone" replied Jamie. "Your flight got in latest, and Ayo was first. He arrived around an hour ago". He looked at her closely before he asked "Ready?".
Only in that moment did Tessa realise she wasn't ready at all. Her bladder still throbbed with need, almost begging for relief. In the excitement of seeing her friends again, she'd completely forgotten how badly she needed to be empty. She wasn't about to walk into the room with her legs crossed like a pretzel and her knees bobbing to keep the wee in.
"Actually, I'm gonna go and freshen up first. I'll see you in there!" Jamie nodded and slipped into the room as Tessa headed further down the corridor to the room marked with an icon of a lady crossing her legs that would probably be funny to a less desperate person. Fortunately for her, every stall was empty, and she made a dash for the nearest one. After a fumble with the lock that Tessa eventually won, she was left to wrestle with the button of her skirt before her bladder protested and started squirting of its own accord. By some minor miracle, it didn't come to that and her panties were around her knees before her urgent need to wee won the battle.
Tessa's thighs hit the toilet seat a moment before two pints of pale yellow fluid began to rush out of her, reminding her of the river she'd passed in the car just a few minutes earlier. She felt a lot like that river, an unstoppable force of powerful liquid that wouldn't be held back as it gushed from one place to another. Only in her case, the places were her crotch and the toilet bowl. Smiling despite herself, eyes closing involuntarily, she let out a little noise of relief, satisfied that she was the only person in the room to hear it. The wee kept coming for a long time, almost telling her hey, you shouldn't be holding me in that long please. But she hadn't meant to. It'd been a surprise to get so busting so quickly, and Tessa was just glad to have made it completely dry.
Feeling far better, she reached to the side of the stall and tore off the first two bits of toilet paper to dry with. Her private area felt incredible as she began to wipe, the familiar aftermath of an unbelievably relieving wee still tingling from her ankles to her spine. Tessa had never been a big wiper; she was done within four bits of loo roll, and pulled her skirt back up to wash her hands promptly. She knew there wasn't much time to waste. The last thing her toilet-shy mind could handle was if her friends suspected she'd needed a number two as well, she reflected as she washed her hands.
But there was nothing to worry about. She'd made it to the loo bone-dry, in good time, as per usual. This had been a closer call than she was used to, and not for the first time her mind harked back to the day she'd been texted by Jamie about this whole reunion on a hot July day. She'd needed to have a wee that day too, but not nearly as badly, and she'd eventually made it home without coming too close to an accident. Today had been closer. Much closer. Too close. Tessa Rhodes was a professional adult woman, and she was simply too old for accidents, thank you very much.
None of that mattered anymore, she told herself, as she stood outside of the brown door with a palm on the silver handle. Tessa was suddenly acutely aware that she was a few inches from reconnecting with the cast of the most important summer of her life. And yet doubt flooded her mind. What if everyone had changed? What if they weren't the people she'd loved and cherished and thought about for the last year? Or worse, what if they'd matured and evolved beyond her capabilities? What if she'd been left behind by the growth of her friends?
Tessa leaned into the door. On the other side she heard laugher, a man's voice she recognised as Kevin's, a soft drinks' can crackling open, a female Australian accent. The familiar sounds calmed her anxiety as she prepared to see everyone for the first time since the previous August.
No time like the present, she thought.
At least I didn't piss myself, she thought.
Here we go, she thought.
Tessa opened the door.
Edited June 28, 2020 by Noot
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Thank you both! Having something for everyone is definitely the way I want to write this story, because it symbolises the diversity within groups like the one these characters are part of. I hope to find the time to expand more on the characters while also keeping the core the focus on the omo.
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In the moment Tessa opened that door, every forgotten memory came back to her at once. It was as though she was stepping through a portal in time, transporting her back one year with surgical precision, rather than a wooden doorway in a French bistro. The private room was modestly sized, but smartly decorated, with a smooth mahogany table playing centrepiece. Around it, gathered as though they'd never been apart, were the five people she'd waited so long to see again.
Kevin Myung sat to her right, nearest to the door. He was perched on the edge of a leather armchair, leaning forward as though he was expecting the cushion to combust at any moment, his eyes bright and lively. There was Ayo, sitting slightly apart from the others, relaxed and straight-backed in his seat and wearing a warm smile. He was also wearing glasses, which Tessa thought looked like the very same pair he'd worn the day they'd first met. Dressed in a sweater and dark jeans, he resembled a young businessman stopping off for a cup of coffee after work, which was pretty close to how Ayo always looked.
There was a sofa at the back of the cosy room, with wrinkled brown cushions that reminded Tessa of her grandma's old living room. On it sat Jamie next to Zoe Johnson, who was beaming with a drink in one hand and giggling at something her seatmate had just said. She hadn't changed one bit, her emerald eyes bouncing as that beautiful laugh lit up the room. The sofa was plenty big enough to accommodate three adults, but they were sitting inches from each other.
Finally, there was Mark, who was the only one that Tessa thought had changed much at all. He'd come a long way since their last meeting, and his hair had been neatly cut and dyed- she might not have recognised him if he wasn't wearing the same inimitable expression as always, one she'd never known anyone else to carry. His face was determined, almost coy, but if you scratched the surface you could tell he was probably thinking about his art, off in a different world. She'd caught them mid-laugh, and even Mark had cracked a smile. That's how you know it's a good joke, she thought silently.
The world stopped while five heads turned as one to watch Tessa step into the room. Only then did she realise how different she must look to them- her hair, which had been long and curly for most of her life, was now tied neatly back into a tight bun. She'd switched her favoured make-up for the subtler touches that were more accepted in the harshly-ruled, masculine business world. Even her clothes were smarter than she'd ever bothered with in her youth, her blouse buttoned tidily and tucked into a black skirt. Tessa understood all at once- she'd spent so long wondering how her friends had changed, she'd ignored the fact that she may just have changed more than any of them.
After a few seconds, it was Kevin who broke the silence.
"Jamie, you didn't tell me there was a dress code", he smirked. For a moment Tessa was speechless. But then she remembered the company she was in. She found her voice.
"He must have known you only own one T-shirt, Kevin" came her retort, and the room erupted with fresh laughter. Kevin's laugh carried loudest of all, and he was the first to rise and welcome her with a hug. It felt incredible to be in the room with them all, and she thought back to the day they'd parted at the end of their summer the previous year. She'd spent days wondering back then if she'd ever hug any of them again; now she had her answer.
Once the greetings were exchanged, everyone took back their seats, with Tessa pulling up a chair beside Mark on the left of the room. The atmosphere couldn't have been further from awkward- in an instant it was as if they'd been here the whole time, laughing and teasing each other endlessly as the sun rose and set three-hundred times over from outside the window. Ayo looked her in the eyes in the calming way he always managed as he spoke.
"So Tessa, what have you been doing this year?" he asked, his voice heavy with sincerity. Her first reflex to such a question would ordinarily have been to talk about her work, her successes, her triumphs despite everything that always went against her. And yet in the moment that all felt so unimportant. Tessa felt as though she'd rather hear about Mark's art, Zoe's famous hangover stories, Ayo's little sisters- anything would make her happier than to think about her job for the next few days. So she gave him a different reply, still honest, but far less tedious.
"Missing you guys, mostly", she smiled, and another delicious wave of laughter rang in her ears. It was like coming home, even though she'd left her actual home that morning. They spoke for a while about the things they'd missed, with Tessa eager to listen to everyone; the others had been in the restaurant longer than herself and were already caught up with most of the major happenings in each other's lives. Jamie told her about his new job in the city, which he spoke of with the sort of contempt he usually reserved for serial killers and his younger brother. Ayo gushed about Anwi's new school (his siblings were just about the only topic that tempted the usually-reserved man to be talkative for more than a few minutes) and Kevin talked her through his new Boston apartment. She felt an immense swelling of pride in hearing of the positive changes they had each made, and almost cried with laughter as Zoe described her friend Michelle's hair-brained scheme to get into a Melbourne nightclub for free by flirting with the bouncers on a particularly drunken night. Tessa was sure she would struggle to imagine a better feeling than the one she got from being reunited with her friends at last.
It'd been half an hour since they'd finished their meals when Zoe became the first one to rise.
"Well, if you'll excuse me," she said with a stretch, "I'm about five bottles deep and I have to piss like a racehorse". Such language wasn't a surprise coming from Zoe, who had always told them all that swearing in Australia would rarely earn her a second look. Tessa herself wasn't sure if there was any truth to that or if it was just what they liked to call a ;Zoe-ism', but she was one to talk- after all, she'd almost ruined the seats of that poor Uber on the way over. What shocked her wasn't Zoe's language, but her evergreen confidence in announcing that she had to pee. Tessa was the kind of person who needed to be very desperate or very drunk before she'd admit that she had to go, and yet Zoe- who had only been drinking Pepsi- didn't think twice about telling her friends the details. Perhaps that was a good example of the confidence that made her so fun to be around.
Zoe's brash announcement reminded Tessa of some pressure in her own bladder, too. It was already dark outside, and they'd been talking, eating and (most pressingly) drinking for hours. The most predictable result of this was that she knew she'd soon have to visit the bathroom again. Might as well be now, while I'm not the only one, she told herself. "I'd better go too, actually," she said quietly, emboldened somewhat by her friend's confidence.
Jamie checked his watch and stood up as well. "To be honest, it's probably time to head off anyway. We're done here and the house is only a short walk away. I'll sort out the payment and we'll meet you two ladies outside?"
Zoe, who was starting to squirm in the most subtle of ways, readily agreed and led Tessa back towards the women's bathroom in which she'd had her near-miss earlier that day.
"Come on Tessie, girl's trip," she said, pulling her friend gently in by the wrist. "I hope you still don't mind chatting while you pee".
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There were three stalls in the ladies' room in the restaurant. Zoe headed straight for the nearest door, the one Tessa had used earlier, but immediately re-emerged from the cubicle laughing and fanning her hand in front of her nose in an exaggerated mime. She warned her friend to give that one twenty minutes and slipped into the next stall over, leaving Tessa to take the stall to Zoe's right.
Before Tessa had even started removing her skirt, she could hear the explosive hiss of Zoe voiding her bladder. Tessa had rarely heard such a forceful stream- she hadn't been kidding when she'd claimed she had to piss like a racehorse. A loud, unashamed sigh of relief emanated from Zoe's stall as the torrent was unleashed.
"That's so much better," she said over the sound of her pee hitting the bowl, "I felt like my eyeballs were floating".
Even Tessa had to commend her on her capacity. "Sounds like you really had to go," she laughed as she slipped her skirt down to her knees and took a seat. While Tessa had been a long way from desperate, she hadn't realised how badly she'd actually had to pee until she'd been within sight of the toilet. Funny how that's always the way it works, she thought. The closer you get to going, the worse you gotta go. Her own release was a wonderful feeling once she was safely sat down, but it was nothing compared to the relief that Zoe was getting nextdoor.
"That's the understatement of the century, Tessie," she replied, before trailing off. "Damn..."
"What's up?" asked Tessa.
"Looks like I waited a bit too long," Zoe said, sounding decidedly unfazed. Tessa asked for clarification, just to be sure they were on the same page.
"Well, I didn't quite make it, if you know what I mean. But no worries," she chuckled, "it'll dry off in no time. It's, like, the size of a dollar". Tessa didn't know what to say to that, so she just remained quiet and focused on finishing her own business. "Ah well," Zoe continued, "nothing I'm not used to. But it happens to everyone from time to time. I'm sure you've been there yourself, Tessie".
At this, Tessa blushed furiously. Of course she'd been there, more times than she could count, but you didn't just go telling your friends about it. Tessa could think of plenty of occasions where she didn't quite make it... those didn't matter, though, did they? A little leak from time to time never hurt anyone, she always felt. They weren't proper accidents.
"Well... yes, I have, actually. I just don't know how you're so confident talking about it to me, mate. I'm way too shy about these things", said Tessa, as her stream tapered off. Zoe was still going strong, like the proverbial racehorse, feeling the effects of those five bottles of Pepsi.
"Oh, it's water off a duck's back to me, mate," Zoe said nonchalantly, "it's just how I was raised, my family never held back from oversharing and it rubbed off on me. The way I see it, we all have to pee, right?"
"Right," Tessa replied, knowing where she was coming from, "so we might as well be proud of it".
The sound of Zoe's pee hitting the water stopped suddenly. "Exactly", she said evenly, before a few more short bursts rang out around the small bathroom. Tessa could tell Zoe was squeezing out a few more squirts, making sure she was completely empty. Usually this knowledge would have embarrassed Tessa's mild-mannered soul, but their conversation had made her consider her own approach to bathroom etiquette as she wiped herself. Finally, Zoe gave a last push that may have been overdoing it slightly, and there was no way Tessa could pretend not to hear the loud fart that it produced.
That broke the tension, and the two friends burst out laughing, bought even closer by this slightly strange shared experience despite being divided by the partition between them. "Better out than in!" Zoe managed between roars of laughter.
"Better out than in," Tessa agreed, wiping a tear from the corner of her left eye. She stood, pulled up her underwear and skirt, flushed the loo and went to wash her hands. Seconds later, she was joined by Zoe, who offered her a pretty smile as she used the sink.
"Let's not mention the bit where I wet myself to the boys, yeah?" Zoe asked as they moved to the contactless hand-dryer. Tessa had to raise her voice to assure her that it could be their secret, before dropping to a stage-whisper to say something she hadn't expected to tell anyone.
"To tell you a truth of my own, I almost wet myself too on the way over, in the Uber. That was why I went to 'freshen up' when I got here".
Zoe just raised an eyebrow. "I figured as much, mate. It's a long journey from England for you. I haven't had to pee that badly since the day Jamie texted me last month... but that's another story," she added hastily,"we'd better get going or the boys will wonder where we've been".
"Yes, let's go," Tessa agreed, feeling in a bizarre way like peeing with Zoe had lifted a weight from her shoulders as well as her bladder, "or else we'll have to pretend you fell in the toilet to explain where we've been". |
Here we are with Chapter 9! When I started this story I didn't think I'd be writing 9 chapters of what is essentially setup, but after this we're finally ready to get the real bulk of the story underway. Nonetheless, I hope you've enjoyed spending time with these characters half as much as I have!
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Jamie's family holiday home was like something right out of a movie. That had been Kevin's first impression as they arrived outside, and nothing he'd seen since had changed his mind. Not some kind of wooden cabin from a horror movie, nor a flashy mansion from an action film. It reminded him of a house from one of those family comedies that usually had at least one of Adam Sandler and Jennifer Aniston. Everything about the place felt warm and well lived-in.
The lounge was enormous, stretching most of the length of the building and half the width. In the centre of the back wall was an ancient-looking fireplace, and Kevin thought that it felt as if the entire house used been built around it. It was like the express purpose of the house was to give people somewhere to eat, sleep and pee in-between nights spent around that fireplace, talking and laughing with family and friends. No surprise, then, that the fire was where they found themselves sitting together shortly after arriving in the house. Once the six weary travellers had lugged their luggage to their respective rooms, they reconvened on an assortment of armchairs, sofas and one antique rocking-chair (which only Ayo could really pull off without seeming pretentious) to continue their evening.
Jamie, for his part, had started the fire and promptly disappeared to get more wood. This left his five guests to explore the vast room for themselves, examining each and every one of the details that filled this picturesque home. Tessa grew lost in the endless bookshelves, stacked with leather-bound tomes, half of which she'd already read. Mark grew lost in the collection of DVDs in the cupboard beneath a TV in one corner, all of which he'd already seen. Kevin wasn't so much a fan of books or movies. He'd almost grown lost on the way back from his bedroom.
He did find a few interesting things- an impressive grandfather clock which told him that it had just gone eight 'o' clock, a real gramophone coupled with a few vinyl records, a velvet ring box branded with the number 12 that everybody tried and failed to open. Jamie was the strongest, so when he returned carrying a wicker basket of chopped logs they passed him the ring box, but he explained that it'd been there since his childhood, when a visiting cousin had given it to their family as a joke. As their host stoked the fire and poured them drinks from a large bottle of sweet French whiskey, the five guests settled back into their pattern of conversation from the restaurant. Jamie himself was drinking just cola- he'd been teetotal for his entire life, and nobody felt like tempting him to stop now.
This time, though, they were already caught up on each other's lives and needed to improvise to keep things interesting. Being, as it was, as if they were stepping right back into the previous summer, a drinking game felt appropriate for a Saturday evening. Nobody was surprised when Zoe suggested Never Have I Ever, a favourite of hers, and offered to go first. She launched herself into the game with her usual bold enthusiasm and a coy half-smile.
"Never have I ever been fired from a job", she began. This was a sly opener on her part, Kevin felt- she knew full well that he'd been sacked from his job at Walmart for constant lateness in his younger days. He'd anticipated that Jamie would also have to drink, but was shocked to see Ayo take a sip of whiskey too. Kevin shot him a quizzical look and was offered the story before he needed to ask.
"It was a job with the Uni back in Nigeria. I asked for time off to come here. They said no," Ayo explained. His eyes twinkled. "I told them I was going to go and if they didn't like it they could sack me, so they did". This earned a laugh from the room, and Ayo couldn't help chuckling himself.
"That's pretty badass, dude. I wish I had the balls to tell my boss that," said Kevin, accepting his sip of the whiskey. It burned as it slid down his throat, but left a gorgeous aftertaste that bought him straight back to their nights together the summer before. They headed anti-clockwise, to Mark.
"Never have I ever... been in a fight?" he suggested timidly. Jamie, Tessa and Zoe drunk to this, and the latter even showed them a 'scar' from said battle that looked suspiciously like a birthmark. Then it was Tessa's turn. She hesitated before speaking.
"I... can't think of one", she stuttered.
"Come on Tessie, you always take ages to think of one" Zoe said impatiently.
"I know, I know..." Kevin could see the concentration on Tessa's face, as her mind went through the gears to find something to say.
"Sometime tonight would be good, Tessa," Jamie piped up.
"Never have I ever wet myself as an adult," she blurted out suddenly. This silenced the room for a few seconds. Zoe shot Tessa a look that Kevin couldn't decipher, and then cautiously, shyly, took a drink. Mark quickly raised his glass to his lips and sipped, as if he was hoping nobody would notice so long as he was fast. Jamie followed suit, blushing slightly.
"But I was really drunk and it was a really long walk," he said defensively. Kevin used the cover of Jamie speaking to take his due drink, trying to be subtle and avoid questions. Yes, he had done it. Wetting the bed surely counted, and he never liked to cheat at these games. It was no surprise to see Ayo's whiskey remain by his side. Kevin wasn't sure what had prompted Tessa to ask the question, but he suspected the glance Zoe had given her had something to do with it. Jamie was next up, and he seemed in a hurry to steer the conversation away from pee-related accidents.
"Never have I ever been kicked out of a nightclub," he said with a confident smile. Dammit, thought Kevin as he took his third sip of the alcohol. It was an ingenious play by Jamie- he knew the story from twelve months ago when the five alcohol-drinkers had gone out to a French club and been escorted off the premises after a disastrous night caused by far too much vodka. Jamie had stayed at the campsite and almost wet himself laughing when he eventually deciphered what had happened from their incoherent ramblings. Now, using this line in the game, he knew everyone would have to drink but him. Kevin envied his tactical nous.
After an hour the game was still going strong, and everyone except Jamie had gone through the whiskey far quicker than a well-behaved young person should. Kevin and Zoe were suffering particularly, while Mark had started slipping into his familiar habit of delivering alcohol-fuelled and passionate analysis of some of his favourite episodes of The Simpsons. Feeling his usually reliable control beginning to slide, Kevin excused himself from the party briefly and headed for his bedroom.
The corridor leading to each bed spun slightly as Kevin reached the room he recognised as his and entered. From his bag, which sat by a wooden dresser, he extracted a plastic mattress protector and held it up for inspection. In that moment, he forgot about the warmth of the evening so far and his problems came rushing back to him. He knew it was necessary to keep Jamie's bed clean- he couldn't risk his friends finding out about his issues, and if the mattress was covered it would be far easier to keep any nocturnal accidents quiet. But still, was he really about sleep on a plastic protector? It filled Kevin with shame and guilt as he stripped the bed and secured the new protector in place before replacing the rest of the neatly-made bedding. He worked quickly, like he had worked on his own freshly-peed bed on the morning Jamie had texted him that July, to make sure nobody came looking for him.
Once Kevin had snuck out of the room, feeling as though he'd pulled off some kind of espionage, he abruptly realised the toll all the whiskey had already taken on his bladder. It was inevitable that he would have to take a detour to the house's only bathroom before returning to the others. Just down the hall from the dormitories, the bathroom was a cramped but immaculately white ensemble with a separate bath and shower, sink and toilet. Mirror-doored closets decorated the walls, and a bath-mat was spread evenly across the tiled floor. Kevin locked the door and made a beeline for the toilet, into which he emptied his filling bladder. The extent of his tipsiness sunk in as he struggled to focus his eyes on one spot on the wall.
The pleasant relief of his much-needed pee was interrupted by two quick knocks on the door. By some miracle, Kevin managed to keep his stream from hitting the toilet seat as he was jolted out of his daze by the noise, which was followed by Zoe's sweet, strained voice. She spoke every word as if she was under a time limit to finish the sentence.
"Kevinifyoudon'thurryupI'mgoingtoweemyselfrighthere" she gasped. Kevin knew far better than to delay Zoe when she was desperate to use the loo, so he hastened to finish his business and unlock the door. The sight that greeted him wasn't unfamiliar to him but remained just as charming- Zoe stood with her thighs welded together and one hand jammed between her legs, unable to stand remotely still and wearing a distinctly panicked expression. As soon as he opened up she charged past him and yanked down her jeans to sit down without bothering to close the door behind her. Kevin felt his face flush at the sight of her relieving herself so openly, thighs close together, elbows on her knees.
Kevin only stared for a second- he couldn't help it- before he quickly averted his gaze out of politeness. But that short moment was all it took for almost every detail to be imprinted in his brain. This beautiful young woman- your friend, he had to remind himself- was sighing gently whilst she unloaded all that whiskey. It was all too easy for him to take in the tone of her legs, the scar above her left knee, the way her mouth dropped open ever so slightly as she peed. The noise of her stream hitting the water was utterly intoxicating. Her eyes had closed instinctively as the relief took over, and Kevin's embarrassment grew even deeper at the realisation that she'd been so bursting she simply hadn't cared about him seeing her go.
He closed the door to give Zoe some privacy and made his way back to the fireplace, resolving not to tell the others what he'd just seen. He figured Zoe could do without them knowing. He knew, and maybe that was all the embarrassment she needed for tonight.
The rest of the night grew blurred in Kevin's memory, and he recalled very little of it the next morning. That was when things started to spiral out of control. |
Mark almost always had to piss when he woke up, it was true, but this morning it took him all of five seconds to realise that he was in far more trouble than usual- even by his standards, he was utterly desperate. The incredible pressure shook him wide awake within moments. His bladder ached like fire.
Mark knew instantly that this was the worst he'd ever had to go to the bathroom. How long have I been asleep for? Mark grabbed his phone and checked his clock, as he always did, but with an urgency like never before. 08:13. They'd gone to bed just before 1AM, and he'd definitely used the toilet before he slept. In those seven hours he'd somehow found himself trapped in the most ferocious potty emergency he'd ever experienced.
Instinctively, his hand snaked down and snatched at his crotch in that way that it only did when he had no other way to keep the flow back. He scrambled from beneath his sheets and stood on the bedroom floor, squirming hopelessly, trying to collect his clothes from their messy pile on the floor one-handed. There was no way he would be caught by the others in just those thin boxers, desperate or not. He couldn't have been going any quicker when he felt a warm spurt on his palm, which still held an iron grip on his crotch. Mark's eyes widened and he abandoned hope of getting his jeans on, resorting to throwing on a baggy t-shirt and bursting into the corridor.
Immediately he could see that the bathroom door was closed, but that wasn't a reality he was prepared to accept in a hurry. Mark rushed down the hall to the door, pulled the handle and felt his heart sink at the outcome. Locked.
"Sorry, just a minute," came a voice from inside. Ayo's voice. Mark groaned inwardly and responded with the only thing he could think of, his frantic state overriding his usual shyness.
"Ok man, please hurry," he said, before adding with a humiliated meekness, "it's an emergency". As he said this, Mark heard a bedroom door open behind him and turned to see who had arrived. What he saw left him completely stunned.
Tessa Rhodes stood in the hallway in nothing but her underwear, looking very much as if she had been praying nobody else would be out there to witness her. If it was possible, she looked to be in an even worse state than Mark; the tall woman was almost doubled over, bouncing on the spot with both hands grasping at her privates. It was clear to see that she was moments away from an accident, and perhaps had even less time than Mark that she was able to hold on. He couldn't see through her hands how Tessa's panties were faring, but they couldn't be far off getting stained. She looked mortified.
"Hi Mark... sorry I'm underdressed, I just really have to use the toilet," she told him, as if it wasn't obvious, "but you look like you're in the same boat?"
"You... could... say... that," he managed to say. "Don't worry about the clothes thing, it's nothing, I couldn't even get my jeans on". He might have found this fact funny at another time. Not now. Before she could reply, another door opened and Kevin rushed out. It took him a moment to realise the other two were there. He couldn't stand still either, and his face was creased with pure panic.
"You too?" he asked, obviously having an emergency himself. Kevin's question was met with a pair of hurried nods. Mark could feel himself getting closer and closer to flooding the floor, and turned back towards the bathroom.
"Ayo, dude, we've got three people out here who have to pee right now," he said irritably.
"I'm sorry! I'm trying to finish as fast as I can!" came Ayo's response. The commotion must have stirred everyone, because Zoe emerged from her room in a pair of blue cotton pyjamas that looked carelessly thrown on, with several shirt buttons undone. Her hair, messy and unkempt, was all over the place and there was definite fear in her eyes. If Mark hadn't been in such a tight spot himself, he might have noticed that something weird was happening, because the Australian girl also looked ready to pop. She'd always been more brash and unashamed about any and all of her toilet needs than anyone else in the group, but Mark didn't think there was even a tiny bit of exaggeration in the way she held crotch tightly or opened and closed her legs at lightning speed.
"Oh God, guys, I'm gonna wet myself. I'm gonna wet myself, oh no, oh God," she was breathing quickly. Even Mark felt sorry for the girl, despite being so close to an accident of his own. Kevin wasn't far behind. His hand was unmistakably squeezing his urethra shut at the tip through the front of his pants, and he looked completely past caring who knew about it. Mark's attention was drawn by a sharp intake of breath by Tessa. He looked to her and saw an expression he'd never expected to witness on her face.
"I just leaked a bit. I really just leaked, oh, it's happening, it's coming, oh God". She was bent over further than ever, totally unconcerned by modesty as she fought with everything she had to keep herself from losing her wee all over the carpet. Kevin swore under his breath. That was when Mark heard a hissing noise. He recognised it instantly. It didn't take long to locate the source.
"Guys, I'm sorry, I can't hold it-" Zoe was losing the battle with her bladder, trying even as she was failing to keep an enormous volume of liquid inside of her petite body. "I'm doing a wee, I can't stop it". Her legs were shaking softly as hot urine started to turn her sky-blue pyjamas indigo, and the wet patch spread rapidly around her crotch, too big a stain to be covered by her hands for long. The saturated patch began to flow down her thighs in rivulets, and it quickly soaked entirely through her bottoms. Slightly yellow fluid ran through the thin gaps between her fingers, rushed like a waterfall down her hands and off her body entirely, beginning to pool around the carpet. Zoe let out a sob once the dam had well and truly broken, but even in that noise Mark could hear the relief in her voice of being empty.
The sight of Zoe weeing herself had left the other three in the hall completely hypnotised, but as she started to finish up, the spell was unavoidably broken by their own desperation. Mark knew he was in the final stage before a complete accident like Zoe's, and he couldn't let that happen.
Wordlessly, sweat starting to form on his brow, Kevin turned back into his room and closed the door. Zoe looked down at her ruined pyjamas, pee still dripping off of the soaked fabric. She turned and retreated into her own bedroom after Kevin. And then there were two, thought Mark.
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Kevin was totally out of options. He had ten seconds or maybe less before he lost all bladder control and made a huge mess in front of everyone. If Ayo emerged from the bathroom, that still left Kevin third in line. He didn't have that long. Without any alternatives left, Kevin turned to the only place he knew he could make it to in time. Hoping nobody would follow him, he slammed his bedroom door and staggered to the bed. There was no time to care about elegance, or manners, or what was wrong. There was only time to find a safe place to piss before his body started for him. Kevin grabbed the duvet with one hand and tossed it onto the floor of the room. He stripped his bottom half as a squirt of pee escaped his penis and landed lazily on the grey carpet, turning a small streak a slightly darker shade. Almost to seek permission from himself, his hand brushed the bed and felt the familiar crinkle of the plastic sheet.
I can't believe I'm about to do this, he thought.
Kevin kneeled on his old friend's bed and let go.
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"I'm leaking again, Mark. Help me," begged Tessa. He could see that she was close to tears, and certainly close to going to the toilet on herself. In the morning sunlight through a window, he could see the slightest glisten on her fingers where she had, indeed, leaked.
All Mark could think to do was knock helplessly on the bathroom door again. "One more minute!" came Ayo's embarrassed reply. Mark and Tessa shared a look in which they both mutually, instantly understood that neither could afford to wait one minute. The usually mature woman's eyes were etched with the kind of panic that Mark knew indicated she was past caring about anything other than finding somewhere to pee. Ayo's ETA shocked her into action and she spoke with grim determination.
"Right- screw this- garden" she spluttered, and grabbed Mark's hand tight as she pushed past him. She must not have realised, Mark thought vaguely, that her skin was wet and warm with pee and he could feel it spread from her palm to his. If he'd been less desperate to go, he might've minded. The thing was, Mark felt like he would wet himself at any second and any plan was a welcome one to him. Garden certainly seemed the best option for either of them.
Tessa practically dragged Mark down the stairs and towards the back gate. At this point there were visible, if minute, streams of pee trickling down her legs. When they reached the door to the back garden, which was a slider, she was forced to unhook her left hand from Mark's and her right from her crotch. As she tried to yank the door open, a hot jet of clear piss squirted forcefully straight through her saturated underwear and sprayed the glass pane of the door. It looked like a spatter of rain on the window, except it was inside the house. The door wasn't budging.
"Mark, for God's sake help me with this, I'm weeing myself!" she cried. Mark suddenly jerked into action, and their collective strength got the door open far enough for the desperate duo to escape onto the dewey grass. If either had looked back they would have surely noticed the sizeable puddles that had been left on the tiled floor next to the door, but neither could care less at this point as relief beckoned so close.
As soon as she could, Tessa yanked down her underwear, squatted and began to water the grass with an incredible power. She was facing away from Mark, but the firehose blasting the ground of the garden was on full display for him as it shot out from the gap beneath her bare bum. She didn't just sigh in relief. She moaned in pure pleasure, unable to help herself even while the pee started to pool and puddle around her bare feet. Mark could even smell her wee, a sweet chlorinated scent that he associated with only the most desperate of toilet adventures.
Mark went to remove his boxers, fumbled, and it was over. As soon as he failed to get them around his ankles on the first attempt, the cotton white underwear was subjected to a full soaking, and within seconds they were practically transparent. Mark simply gave up. He let his bladder go, accepted defeat in the battle with his body to keep in the biggest and most powerful piss he'd ever needed in his life. It fell from the crotch of his underwear, the rims of his boxers, even straight from his urethra and to the grass around him, decidedly yellower than Tessa's. At least you made it outside, he told himself. And hey, you weren't the only one to wet themselves, Zoe did too. He had to admit, it felt heavenly to let it out.
Tessa did something she never did then: she swore out loud. But it wasn't an angry curse- it was an expression of bliss.
"That feels so much better. I can't believe we made it," she moaned, standing and pulling her panties back up to cover herself.
"I didn't," confessed Mark, and she whipped around to face him. He must have been quite a sight, standing there in boxers that were saturated to the point of being see-through, still pushing out the final few spurts of wee. To Tessa's enormous credit, she instantly understood what had happened and gave him a look of understanding and deep sympathy.
"Don't worry about it mate, at least it didn't get on the carpet. I'm not sure I technically made it either, to tell the truth. I think we both have some cleaning up to do."
Worry set in on Mark then, and it must've shown, because his friend stepped closer and wrapped him into a hug. She didn't seem to mind that the height difference meant his wee-coated midriff pushed against her thighs. It was nice.
"Now can we head in?" she said, "I'm freezing my arse off". |
Seconds later, that was how Kevin found them- hugging on the lawn, everything from the waist down shimmering in the early morning sunlight, the neatly-cut grass now freshly watered.
Tessa broke off the embrace when she saw him appear in the glass doorway. She thought he looked suspiciously unfazed, still in the same clothes he had been in back in the corridor, which were bone dry. Ayo must have just about gotten out of the bathroom in time for Kevin to make it, she guessed. Even from a distance she could see that his face was definitely flushed, like he'd been running.
"What happened to you guys?" he called out, unable to look away from the dripping pair.
"I made it just fine," replied Mark, his voice lathered in sarcasm. His boxers were completely drenched and Tessa was sure Kevin could see through them just as she had. But the Boston boy didn't seem to notice, and shrugged off Mark's biting response. He looked at Tessa.
"How about you, Tess?" he asked.
"I... squatted on the grass," she said. She could feel her cheeks burning as she said it out loud. Had she really just flashed Mark her bum and had a wee in her friend's garden? Just saying it out loud now sounded ludicrous. She was an adult and she'd peed on the grass without hesitating.
But then her shame backed off somewhat as she remembered Zoe flooding her cute blue pyjamas in the hallway. That could have been me, she realised. At least Tessa had tried her best to make it, and she'd sort of found a place to go that wasn't going to stain anything. It wasn't her fault. Something weirder was going on- five people didn't all get desperate to pee at the same time by coincidence. That thought made Tessa feel sick.
"What happened up there?" she asked Kevin, who looked as though he didn't know what to say for a moment. After a pause, he spoke, as they started to head back inside.
"Well, Ayo is really embarrassed. He keeps apologising to Zoe, says he kept peeing for two minutes straight. She seems OK- you know Zoe, she's indestructible. We haven't seen Jamie yet, he must still be asleep".
"And what about you, Kev?" Mark shot back, looking suspiciously at his friend, "where did you pee? You looked just as bad as me and Tessa up there, but you're fine now".
Kevin looked away. "I went in the bathroom after Ayo," he said quietly, "I only just made it".
Mark didn't look satisfied with the explanation as he trotted up the stairs dressed in nothing but the now-less-than-PG underwear, but he dropped it. "Lucky git," he grumbled.
They reached the landing, and were met with a sorry sight. Ayo looked as though he wanted the ground to swallow him up. Zoe had just emerged from her room, wearing a clean set of pyjamas and carrying the soiled ones in a bundle in her arms. Tessa could smell the pee on them, even over the top of the not-dissimilar aroma coming from Mark and, partly, her own downstairs area. They smell different, she realised. Mark's pee smells so much lighter than Zoe's. Hers is stronger and... saltier. How am I even noticing that?
One at a time, the five told their stories. Each one started exactly the same- waking up overwhelmed by a desperate urge to piss- but all five had very different endings. Ayo had just about reached the toilet, Zoe had had a huge accident, Mark and Tessa had had their garden incident and Kevin relayed an increasingly unconvincing tale about a trip to the bathroom after Ayo that nobody had seen or heard.
"But this is weird. All five of us woke up at almost the exact same time, all about to wet ourselves. That's not normal," said Tessa.
"Are you sure?" Ayo asked sceptically. Scepticism was kind of Ayo's thing. Everything had a logical explanation to Ayo, thought Tessa. And he's usually right, dammit. "It could just be coincidence. We were all drunk last night, and maybe the sound of me going into the bathroom just woke you all up". Tessa could see Mark looking slightly swayed by this argument, but it was Zoe who spoke up. Even holding a bundle of clothes that she'd lost control into just a few minutes earlier, her confidence was already back.
"That still doesn't explain why we haven't seen Jamie. He should've been desperate too, he had as much cola as anyone" she said.
"Unless he wet the bed and slept right through it," offered Mark helpfully. Out of the corner of her eye, Tessa thought she saw Kevin flinch at the mention of that idea.
"The whiskey," Tessa blurted out. Wow. It was so obvious, she thought.
"What about it?" asked Kevin, clearly not grasping what she'd just realised.
"We need to talk to Jamie," she said, feeling slightly ill, and started to lead her friends into his bedroom.
"Can I put these in the washing machine first?" said Zoe.
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Jamie's room was the flashiest in the entire house, the one he'd explained was usually occupied by his parents on every family holiday. The walls were creamy white, the carpets sandy. In one corner, by the bed, stood a huge and precious-looking potted plant that towered almost as tall as Zoe. The other side of the room housed a TV that was nearly as big as the one downstairs and a window ordained with closed golden curtains.
They huddled around the king-sized bed, Mark and Kevin at the foot, Zoe hunched over the centre, Ayo standing on the far side, arms crossed. Tessa was positioned by Jamie's head. The man himself was still soundly asleep, which wasn't unusual for him- he'd been a heavy sleeper as long as they'd known him. In a stage-whisper, Tessa ran them through the plan one more time.
"Zoe wakes him up and I'll find out what was in that whiskey. He won't be able to leave with us all here so hopefully he'll have to tell us the truth. Got it?" she got four silent nods for her trouble. Tessa gave the signal and Zoe grabbed Jamie's lower ankle, shaking him violently.
Jamie jerked awake as if he'd been shot. His eyes darted madly around the room, taking a few seconds to remember where he was and a few more to understand that all of his friends were gathered around his bed. He squirmed and straightened his head. They must have looked an absolute state to him- Tessa was wearing just a bra and damp knickers, Zoe in a different set of pyjamas to the one she'd gone to bed in, Mark still wore only soaking wet underwear. Just Ayo and Kevin had much decency left.
"Hey guys... what's going on?"
Tessa gave him a look that could kill. Her eyes were narrow and cold.
"Did you put something in that whiskey?" she demanded. Jamie's mouth fell open.
"What? No!" he said, in a voice still drowned in sleep.
"Really now? Because we're all feeling the effects this morning and you seem fine. You, the only one who didn't drink any of it," her voice was acid.
"Why would I spike your whiskey? What... what effects?"
Tessa started to soften, now feeling a different kind of unease. Either Jamie's confusion was genuine, or he was one hell of an actor. His bleary bewilderment felt authentic to her. She looked around the room.
"I think you know," she said, believing it less and less. If she'd been wrong- if she'd jumped to conclusions about her friend- she was going to look terrible.
"Tessa, I swear I don't have a clue what you're-" but Jamie didn't finish his sentence. Out of the blue, his eyes went wide; Tessa could see genuine terror in his gaze.
"What's up?" this was Zoe, who was studying his expression with concern, like a doctor examining a patient. The pure white covers were starting to shift, it looked as though Jamie's legs were moving about beneath them.
"Can you guys give me some privacy? We can talk about this later, it's just that-" he froze.
"Just what?" pushed Tessa, unsure if he was simply looking for an excuse to get them out of the room. She couldn't just let this go.
"I really have to, uh, use the bathroom," Jamie paused, "and I'm naked under here". Tessa knew for a fact that at least two people in the room would be more than happy to see Jamie get up and walk to the toilet in his birthday suit, but she certainly wasn't among them. Despite that, she knew that she had to keep pressing. But Jamie continued before she could respond, the sense of urgency in his voice growing like a snowball, "seriously, guys, I have to pee, like, right now."
Tessa stopped to think. Part of her still suspected that Jamie was behind their early morning emergencies, and wanted any excuse to get them out of the room. And yet there was another voice inside her that believed him. Looking up, she realised that every eye in the room was on her, waiting for instruction. Well, Tessie, I guess this was your plan, she thought bitterly.
But, not knowing how bad Jamie's situation was, she waited too long to make her decision. Before she could speak, her ears detected a steady noise coming from the centre of the bed, muffled by the sheets. It was close to silent, but the pin-drop atmosphere in the room meant everyone heard what was happening. They turned to Jamie, whose face was a pale mask of shock.
"Jamie, are you pissing the bed?" asked Zoe incredulously. Jamie tried to stammer out a response, but words seemed unable to form in his throat. His left arm, above the covers, shot down to his waist and grabbed what Tessa could only assume was a part of him she never wanted to see. It was evidently a last-ditch effort to stem the flow, but it didn't seem to be working.
"Can't... I can't stop it," he choked out, seemingly unable to believe what was happening. The only person in the room who was even slightly on their toes in the face of Jamie having a major toilet accident was Kevin.
"Jamie, the plant!" he urged, pointing to the potted plant in the corner of the room. Tessa could see Jamie's thought process, as he struggled with the fear of his friends seeing him naked against the fear of ruining his bed any more than he already had, and in front of the five of them.
"Oh God- okay- just look away, guys, please".
Ayo scrambled out of the way, but nobody averted their eyes as Jamie threw himself out of his bed and turned towards the plant. In his panic to get out of bed, he displaced the heavy duvet, which slid off and exposed a huge dark patch in the centre of the mattress where he'd been wetting himself for at least twenty seconds. Tessa could pinpoint the exact moment he'd lost what little bladder restraint he still had, because he started spraying pee mid-turn and left a clear trail about midway up the wall. Eventually, the naked young man managed to grab a hold of himself and aim the stream downwards, into the soil of the potted plant, letting out a groan of relief as the flow was finally released.
Even given the insane circumstances, not even Tessa could drag her eyes away as they got a side-on view of their nude friend pissing like Zoe's proverbial racehorse into an expensive Monstera plant. Although she still felt no sexual attraction to Jamie, there was still something spellbinding about the sight of a waterfall exploding out of his most private area- which she'd thought a few seconds ago she never wanted to see but now couldn't stop looking at- and soaking the soil below. With a glance to her right, Tessa confirmed that she wasn't the only one staring- only Ayo had managed to eventually look somewhere else, and he was now looking doggedly at the curtains.
Slowly, after a long while, Jamie's stream started to taper off. His eyes flickered open as the final trickles fell and he went bright red as the realisation hit that all of his friends had just seen not only his naked body, but him in the middle of one of his most private acts. One by one, each dropped their gaze, pretending that they hadn't been enjoying the show... at least on some level. He couldn't quite meet the eyes of any of his friends, but Tessa felt compelled to break the silence. All of them had been humiliated that morning, but this time she felt responsible.
"Well, guys, I guess it wasn't the whiskey," she said with a sigh. |
Here's part 12, everyone! I really appreciate every bit of feedback we've had so far on this story.
Since this story started I've wanted to try some messing content. As that's not everyone's cup of tea, it would be in a bonus chapter that's clearly marked with a messing warning and wouldn't impact the story whatsoever, making it totally skippable for anyone who doesn't want to read. The chapter would likely focus on Zoe during a group day in Paris. Would anyone be interested?
Anyway, here's the chapter- enjoy!
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They agreed on an order to use the shower before breakfast based on who needed it the most. Everyone was happy to let Jamie, who was butt naked and had pee spattered over half of his body, go first. Once their host had run his soiled sheets down to the laundry machine, where they joined Zoe's still-soaking pyjamas in the wash, he'd locked himself in the bathroom to get clean. The other five sat downstairs around the table in the kitchen, which Kevin had reasoned would be the easiest room to clean afterwards for those that were still wet.
Ayo, being the only one who had really made it to the toilet in time, was last in line for a shower. He was making tea and coffee for everyone as they sat around the table quietly, trying to absorb what had happened that morning. As the only person in the house who had been lucky enough to use the bathroom (nobody really believed Kevin's tale), Ayo felt that he should be the one to get conversation flowing again.
"So if it wasn't the whiskey, what was it?" he asked, and was met by a stumped silence.
"I still can't believe I weed in the garden," Tessa whispered, clearly too distracted to be listening.
"At least you didn't soak your PJ's," came Zoe's reply. At that moment they heard the bathroom door upstairs open and Jamie's voice called out that it was Mark's turn. He looked relieved as he headed up the stairs to finally get out of what was now a cold pair of wet boxers.
"It must have been just the amount we drank last night," said Ayo, who couldn't see any other explanation. He wasn't ready to let the topic be changed just yet, so he added "Nothing else makes sense. I must have woke you guys up by closing the bathroom door. Jamie didn't hear because he's a heavy sleeper".
"That doesn't explain why Jamie didn't need to... well, go... at first when we woke him up," Kevin pointed out. He seemed rattled by the events of the morning, which Ayo supposed was fair enough. They'd had an extremely weird half an hour. "I can't believe he peed in that plant in front of us".
"It wasn't his fault," Zoe interjected defensively. The others all shot her a quizzical look, and she perhaps realised she'd been too quick to snap. "I mean- we should have left him alone as soon as he asked".
Despite himself, Ayo smiled. "You seemed to like what you saw, my friend," he said smugly.
"It wasn't just me! Everyone was looking. It was hard not to, you know," she said.
After another minute, the door upstairs creaked open once again and Mark summoned a relieved Zoe, who'd been complaining loudly that her "thighs were all sticky" while they decided on the shower schedule. She skipped out of the room to wash up, leaving just three still in the kitchen. Ayo handed out a finished cup each of tea for Tessa and coffee for Kevin, before sitting down to sip on his own drink. He'd left three steaming mugs on the counter for the others when they returned.
Tessa had started to look a lot more self-conscious about her barebones attire as the adrenaline rush of the morning wore off, so Kevin and Ayo tried their to help her feel more comfortable by facing each other as they drank. There was a question on Ayo's mind that he couldn't wait to ask, so he spat it out.
"Kevin, what happened to you back there? We all know you didn't go in the bathroom like you said". The man's face burned and he started staring at his mug of coffee as if he was thinking he might find the meaning of life in there.
"It's no big deal. I used my bed," he mumbled, like he was wishing they hadn't asked.
"Your bed?", Tessa blurted, suddenly a key part of the conversation once again. And so Kevin told the two of them the whole story, starting with his first bedwetting many weeks ago and ending with him kneeling on Jamie's family's mattress and peeing into oblivion.
"I snuck the sheets into the wash along with the rest. But you can't tell Jamie, or Zoe. Please, guys. I don't mind Mark knowing, but not those two". Solemnly, Ayo and Tessa swore themselves to secrecy and offered Kevin their sympathies.
They were interrupted once again by the now-familiar sound of that bathroom door opening, and now it was Tessa's turn to go and get herself cleaned. But instead she addressed Kevin, who looked close to tears.
"You can go first, Kev. I don't feel that unclean and I'm not even cold," she said kindly.
"You sure?" he asked. Tessa reassured him that she was, and he left to take her place in the shower. But Ayo suspected there was another reason she'd let their friend go before her, and he was fairly sure he knew what it was. Pre-empting her inevitable question, he told her the truth. It was only really then that he fully acknowledged that Tessa Rhodes was the single person in the group he trusted the most.
"Tessa, I was in that bathroom way too long," he told her, "I feel responsible for what happened".
"Well, you shouldn't," she told him curtly, "it wasn't your fault. Even if you'd been out one minute faster there still would have been three people who didn't make it- including me," she added, "since I was second in line after Mark". Ayo knew this was at least partly true, and it did make him feel a little better, but he still wondered if there'd be more pairs of dry underwear about the house if he'd hurried. There was just so much pee, he thought. Ayo could remember it all so clearly- he'd woken up, rushed urgently to the bathroom and urinated for a full two minutes. He'd emerged to an empty corridor when he'd only just been told there were four of them, and immediately been consumed by an immense guilt.
Jamie trotted downstairs in clean clothes, visibly mortified. He looked Ayo and Tessa in the eyes one by one, and spoke in a flat voice.
"I'd prefer it if we never talked about this morning ever again," he said, lacking all of the charm and charisma they'd come to expect from him. Tessa stood up.
"I'm sorry I accused you of spiking our drinks," Tessa said hurriedly.
"Yeah, well, you should be," he replied in a gruff tone. Jamie paused. "Although, I get it. I can kinda see why you assumed that".
"I was still wrong. I just panicked. I mean, I haven't been that busting for a wee in years," she told them. They were joined then by Mark, who seemed far happier in dry clothes, his hair still wet and messy.
"You won't need to water that plant for a while, Jamie my boy," said Mark cheerily. Jamie's cheeks flushed again as Ayo offered Mark his usual cup of tea- one sugar, no milk.
"Shut up, Mark," Jamie replied, "I've heard enough out of you today- seen more than enough, I should say". This time it was Mark's turn to look mortified- he was more than aware that everyone had seen pretty much everything through those boxers and didn't need reminding of it.
"Let's not bicker, guys". This was Tessa interjecting, now back to looking like she wished she'd been wearing more, "We've all had a rough morning, and nobody needs to be teased or mocked. We're all better than that, we're adults".
A delighted Australian accent floated into the room from the first floor.
"Oh, Jamie, I just don't think you look as good with that sweet booty covered up anymore". Tessa groaned- so much for adults. Zoe had chosen that moment to waltz down the stairs, cackling to herself. Unsurprisingly, she seemed to already be totally over her accident. Ayo hadn't expected anything else from a woman who regularly announced that she'd leaked after laughing hard. Jamie's face was a mixture of humiliation and flattery. Ayo could tell that his friend didn't mind Zoe complimenting his bottom, even in jest.
For the penultimate time that morning, the bathroom door opened. Tessa stood up, appearing eager to shower and change. Ayo didn't make a habit out of thinking about his friend's underwear, but he could imagine that the dampness on Tessa's panties where she hadn't quite reached the garden in time was more than uncomfortably cold by now. She reached the foot of the steps, turned, and spoke to Jamie.
"I want you to decide what we're doing today by the time I get out of the shower, mate. We all need something to take our minds off of this morning".
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We're well into the second half of the story now and back with a POV character we haven't used in a while! I'm trying to give each of them a roughly equal amount of time in the spotlight. I was pretty shocked to realise I haven't focused on Zoe since her first chapter seeing as she's done so much (this doesn't include any messing though). Hope you enjoy!
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For a group of people who'd already done just about every tourist-y thing Paris had to offer, the six friends still managed to have a blast during their first day back in the city. They paraded around the town, taking turns to take the lead at any given moment, dragging each other to their favourite spots that had lived long in the memory for the year. Within a few hours they'd gone up the Eiffel Tower, round the Notre-Dame and under the Arc de Triomphe. Mark had persuaded them to follow him into an art museum after lunch at a lovely café Ayo remembered. Speaking of Ayo, Zoe thought that he'd seemed slightly distracted all day- he appeared to be the only one who hadn't been able to forget about the morning's events, which she thought was odd seeing as he'd got the best end of the bargain. Nonetheless, it was a glorious day, and the clock had already hit six by the time they got off the train back and headed to Jamie's house to get ready for a night at one of his favourite local restaurants.
Zoe's feet were already sore by the time she got to her room and started picking out restaurant clothes. She had a ritual before nights like these- throw on some music on her phone, search through every available item of clothing until she'd decided the perfect outfit and lay it all out on the bed while she got ready. Tonight a purple dress was in order, over black underwear that she usually found more comfortable than her lighter sets. Once everything was neatly set out over her duvet, Zoe grabbed a towel and headed to the bathroom down the hall to shower away the sweat she'd worked up in the Parisian heat.
The shower water was heavenly on her bare skin. Zoe had always loved showering, but the longer the day, the better the shower felt for her. She let the hot water flow through her brown hair, over her back, down her thighs. As was often the case, the warmth of the liquid alerted her of a vague need to pee, so she obeyed without hesitation. Peeing in the shower was Zoe's guilty pleasure; she couldn't remember a time when she hadn't loved the feeling of emptying her bladder while the water rushed around her. It was, in some abstract and naughty way, like she was just adding to the waterfall, offering her own little contribution to the river that flowed around her feet and gurgled down the drain. And it was so much easier than getting out just to sit on the toilet for thirty seconds. Zoe would have been lying if she'd said that she didn't sometimes save her morning wee for the shower, but if asked she would have hotly replied that it was a time-saving measure.
Once she felt finished, Zoe, lifted by the satisfying pleasure of an empty bladder, reluctantly turned off the shower and stepped into her towel. Brushing wet hair out of her eyes, she cracked the door open to check the corridor for people before slipping back into her room with the pink fabric just about concealing her breasts. By the time she was dried, dressed and made up, it was quarter to seven and time to meet downstairs and head to the restaurant. Everyone except Jamie had made an obvious effort to look smart for the occasion, which at least meant that Zoe didn't feel overdressed in her purple get-up. Luckily it was a fairly warm evening, so the five-minute walk didn't leave her arms or ankles too cold.
The eatery itself couldn't have been much fancier by the standards of six young adults ranging from barely comfortable to basically broke. Although it was tiny, everything looked expensive and spotlessly clean, and the waiter- dressed in a perfectly-ironed shirt and bow tie- showed the group to a round table at the back of the room which seated them all comfortably. Zoe felt strange, sitting in a place like this. It wasn't her world at all. What she knew best were cheap but comfortable restaurants, with waiters who were friendly, but in a way that made it clear that they'd rather be anywhere else. Having her five friends with her made things easier, though; Tessa and Ayo slotted right into a setting like this as if they lived in a castle, even though Zoe knew both had come from poor families. They ordered from a menu of things she couldn't pronounce and started up conversation. Ayo still came across as distracted- clearly, there was something on his mind. Zoe didn't want to let him know how easily she'd spotted his uneasiness, so she didn't bring it up.
In the event, the food was good, even if Zoe still thought it was a little pretentious. She'd gone for something she knew wouldn't upset her stomach, but which still looked sophisticated and adult. The conversation started to spark up once again when their food was finished and the severe-looking waiter started to clear their plates. Tessa excused herself to use the bathroom (to "wash her hands", she'd explained unconvincingly), which was a single-room non-gendered affair. Zoe supposed that made sense for a restaurant that only held around sixty people.
"So, what are we doing tomorrow?" asked Mark. All eyes went straight to Jamie, who, as host, had become the de facto captain of the group. The long-haired man spread his hands in front of him, as if to say, anything we like.
"I was thinking we could try the cinema," he said, "there's a great shopping centre- sorry Kevin, mall- near the Louvre that has pretty much everything inside. There's a swimming pool, too- we could check it out?"
"OK, sounds good," teased Zoe, "but I get to pick the film... after last time".
"There was nothing wrong with The Lion King," said Kevin defensively. He'd been allowed to pick the movie on the first and only time the six had gone to the cinema together the previous summer.
"There was a lot wrong with The Lion King," Mark growled, outrage in his throat, "firstly: why? What's the-"
But the early embers of Mark's animated rant were cut short by Tessa's premature return from her bathroom break. "That was fast," Zoe commented, immediately wondering why she'd said anything. Tessa looked down at the table.
"It's closed," she said, "out of order."
"Seriously?" said Jamie, incredulous, "one bathroom in this whole place and it's closed down?"
Tessa simply nodded in response.
"Which kind of sucks," she added eventually, "because I haven't peed since what happened this morning and it's been, what, twelve hours?"
Ayo swore then. It came out of nowhere, and five faces snapped around as one to look at Ayo in sheer amazement, because Ayo Shehu never swore. He must have realised quickly what he'd done, but he seemed unable to take it back, eyes wide behind his glasses. It was one of the first things he'd said throughout the whole meal. Nine more words followed the four-letter one.
"We need to get out of this restaurant, now," he said quickly.
"Dude, what the hell are you talking about? You alright?"
"It wasn't the whiskey, Kevin. It was the box. It was the box you found that we all tried to open".
Kevin's mouth dropped open immediately, and Zoe heard a gasp from Tessa, but the others weren't getting it. Ayo sensed their confusion and continued.
"We each touched that box within seconds of each other, and twelve hours later, a quarter after eight, what happened... happened, all within seconds of each other. It's not a coincidence".
"I touched it later than you, when I got back with the wood," this was Jamie, nodding as if he didn't want to believe it but did.
"There was a number on that box..." Mark whispered, his face pale.
"The number twelve. It wasn't some meaningless marking," Ayo turned to Zoe, who was just to his left, "Tessa, what's the time?"
Slowly, not sure what she wanted to see, Tessa slipped her phone out of her pocket, held it up to the group and flicked it on. The numbers couldn't have been clearer.
20:11
"We need to go," Zoe choked. This was insane, this was impossible.
"Hang on, guys, hang on," Kevin said, trying to sound calm, "even if Ayo's right- what's to say it wasn't a one-time thing? Why are we so sure it's going to happen again?"
"Dude, we're in the middle of an expensive restaurant with an out-of-order bathroom," Mark snapped back, "Do you really want to take that risk?". Kevin seemed to see his point.
Tessa stood up. Zoe thought there was a beauty to her even now, when she was clearly panicking, and her voice carried more authority than any other.
"OK, if Ayo's predicted correctly, Jamie has ten minutes longer than we do to get to the house," she turned to their host, "can you pay while we get back and meet us there? We'll pay you back later, mate". Jamie reluctantly agreed and the other five rushed to collect their things.
They must have looked like quite a sight, five young English-speaking foreigners stumbling out of a high-end Parisian establishment just moments after finishing the main course, but nobody's mind was on their appearance as they filtered through the door and onto the street, starting the hustling march back to Jamie's house.
Zoe had barely left the building when she first felt it. A twang in her bladder, rapidly growing, feeling more than similar to the one that she'd experienced that morning. On that occasion she'd soaked her favourite pyjamas, but she couldn't afford to lose control tonight- she just couldn't. Not in this dress. And yet already she knew that Ayo had been correct. She certainly had to get to a toilet quickly, because she needed to pee. There was no denying it. Her mind flashed back to the day this had started for her, with Jamie's text as she emptied her bursting bladder into a lecture-hall toilet. Those thoughts were interrupted by the sound of someone whispering her name.
"Zoe," came Tessa's hushed voice. Zoe looked behind her to see Tessa hanging just a little back from the group. Instinctively, the Australian girl dropped back to fall in line with her English friend and put a comforting arm around her shoulder.
"What's up?" she asked, fairly sure she knew the answer already. Tessa's response was short, simple and terrifying.
"It's starting. I can feel it," Tessa whispered, and as they passed under a streetlamp Zoe got a brief glimpse of the anguish on Tessa's face. "What do we do, Zoe?"
Zoe didn't know how to answer. Her urge to pee was already nearing the point of desperation now- within moments it would be a full-blown emergency. Finally, she found her voice and gave the only answer she could think of. She wanted more than anything to sound reassuring, but Zoe couldn't see a way out of this. Deep down she knew it- not everyone's underwear was going to survive this trip. But she put on a brave face.
"We walk, Tessie. And we pray for a miracle".
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Here's the next chapter- thanks to whomever on the moderating team added tags to the topic (I'll try not to forget next time!). This chapter jumps from character to character a fair bit so hopefully it's easy to follow.
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They'd only left the restaurant a minute ago, but already Ayo's fears had been confirmed. He knew well the sensation that was currently bubbling up inside of him- it was the same as the one that he'd experienced that morning, when he'd barely avoided a catastrophic accident. If he hadn't been so closed-minded he would surely have realised then that this wasn't a natural bladder function to go through. Something far stranger- and darker- was at play.
The three men were walking in something resembling a line, shoulder to shoulder, up the hill that led back to Jamie's house. None of them seemed able or willing to look each other in the eye, but each must have suspected that they were in similar situations. The wine from the restaurant wasn't helping one bit, even if it was only enough to make walking straight just a bit more challenging than usual. Ayo glanced behind him and realised that two of the group had fallen behind- Zoe, in her flowing purple outfit, had an arm around Tessa. One look at their faces told him that they were already struggling just like him. Although Ayo had never been one for patronising chivalry, and he knew that both women could more than look after themselves, leaving them behind on a dark city street felt wrong to him, so he dropped back to join the pair.
"You're feeling it too, right?" asked Zoe. She looked more serious than Ayo had ever seen her, a stony-faced expression painting over what would usually be a cheeky grin. Ayo just nodded in response. His lips felt remarkably dry. Zoe groaned loudly. "This is screwed up, dude. If this house is haunted or something..."
"We can't think about that right now," Ayo said curtly, and he could see that she knew he was right- they only had one priority right now, and it wasn't solving mysteries. He peered over at Tessa, who'd been silent thus far. It may have been the shine of the full moon playing tricks on his eyes, but Ayo thought she looked like she'd seen a ghost. He'd often felt, when the lighting was just right, that she didn't look a million miles away from his mother when he was a child. One evening, his mother had returned home from work to find a ten-year-old Ayo happily playing with a cheap electric radio in their bath. If he had dropped it into the water, perhaps he would have been hurt. But Ayo hadn't thought about that until he saw his mother in the bathroom doorway looking a few pulses short of a heart attack. That was the feeling he got from Tessa's face tonight- she looked for all the world as if she was too scared to talk, lips squeezed tightly shut, eyes focused. He let her be, and focused on getting the route back right.
It was only then that he realised that Mark and Kevin were gone.
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"Man, we're so lost".
"We're not lost, dude, I promise this will get us there quicker. Jamie told me about it yesterday," said Kevin, exasperated. His bladder sagged with the weight of a fish tank as they dragged themselves up the path towards some faraway notion of relief. It was a narrow, overgrown passage, with tree roots invading the dusty earth beneath their feet and leaves reaching out just enough to tickle their arms as the two men pushed through. In an optimistic attempt to distract himself, he whipped out his mobile and hammered out a quick message to Tessa. Kevin chose her because he knew she had her phone on- she'd shown them the time on it just moments earlier.
Me and Mark trying shortcut. Meet u there. Good luck x
Grimly, he tucked his phone back into his tight pocket and pushed on through the night. The situation was already pretty desperate. Making it back home was a long way from a guarantee, such was the urgency with which his bladder was now throbbing. That strange feeling was setting in of the pee beginning to head... well, downwards. He needed to know if Mark was feeling the same.
"Mark, I really hope you're holding up better than me," he said. There was silence for a second, then he heard his friend sigh.
"I wish I could say I was, buddy. I haven't had to piss this friggin' bad since..." he trailed off.
"This morning?" Kevin offered helpfully.
"Well, yeah," Mark allowed, "but before that, not for a long time".
At a guess, Kevin would say they were at least three more minutes from the house. Talking was the only distraction available, but the only thing he could think to talk about was how much he had to get to the toilet soon. Luckily, Mark voiced his thoughts for him so he didn't have to.
"Honestly, Kev, if you weren't here I'd be grabbing myself and everything to keep it in right now," he said in a wavering voice, "it's seriously bad already".
"Dude, don't hold back on my account. Do what you gotta do, I'm not judging here".
"You sure?"
"My friend, if it helps you hold it, do it. You have my permission".
Those words were like music to Mark's ears. Trying to be subtle, he reached down and gave the front of his crotch a quick, reassuring squeeze, trying to relieve the pressure. His ears were burning with shame, but Kevin's permission to hold himself had made it much easier to accept. Although Kevin was walking in front of him, he could see that the other man also needed some help from his hands. Mark watched as Kevin's left hand slipped into his jean pocket, and he could only assume that his friend was clamping his urethra shut as he'd seen him do in the hallway that morning. It can't be normal to see your close friend squeezing his pecker shut twice in one day, Mark thought to himself, but he was in no position to judge.
At this point Kevin was trying to walk while squirming, and keeping his legs shut as tight as possible, which made for some painfully slow progress. He heard a moan from behind him and whipped around, concerned. Mark was doubled over in the middle of the pathway, now holding himself openly, seemingly hit by a particularly intense wave of desperation. He looked up at Kevin slowly, eyes close to tearing up, and spoke with an almost childlike fear in his voice.
"Kev, I need a wee so bad". He couldn't stand still, sweat beading on his forehead. Were Kevin's eyes fooling him or was Mark's bladder starting to bulge somewhat?
But he felt as bad as Mark looked. He was still holding his penis shut through his pocket, but that didn't feel like it was doing enough to help. The two young men could see enough from a glance at each other to confirm what they both knew. This was more than a situation. It was a full blown potty emergency.
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"So, Tessa, why do you want to work in fashion?"
Tessa Rhodes projected an image of perfect professionalism, sat up straight and alert in her chair and wearing a polite smile. She had arrived for her interview twenty minutes early, sat patiently in the waiting room until her name was called and introduced herself with a firm handshake. Already, she could tell that her potential future boss- a balding, watery-eyed man with a nervous energy- was impressed. He had no idea, she told herself, that she was on the verge of wetting her suit. She'd badly needed a wee all day, but her insistence on maintaining a professional image had forbidden her asking if she could use the loo and once the door opened for her appointment it was too late. All she could do now was keep calm and composed, like a duck on water. Tessa sometimes felt like one of those ducks- the personification of tranquility on top, while underneath she fought with everything she had to keep going. Now here she was, straight-backed and stiff-lipped, and nobody but her would ever know that all the while her thighs were twisted in sheer desperation under the desk.
"Well, I've been passionate about the industry from a young age," she began, launching into a well-rehearsed speech designed to sell herself to any potential employers. She knew early on that she had him hooked. He was captivated by her stories- Tessa could imagine that very few people of her age came in to interview at all, let alone any with such confidence to back them up. All she had to do now was get through the interview without flooding her chair and she'd be-
That's when it happened. Midway through a sentence about the changing expectations of consumers in the modern world, Tessa felt her panties go warm as a sizeable squirt slipped out of her. She had to give her all to keep talking normally, plastering on the same fake smile. She knew that one leak wasn't going to destroy her job prospects- he would never know- but she couldn't be obvious.
Then came the second leak, and this time she felt it even more. It felt so wrong, to be speaking to this smartly-dressed stranger about her passion while she could feel hot wee trickling down the lips of her private area and into the crack of her bum. That second time, she couldn't stay nonchalant. Her voice tailed off, and she fell silent, panic finally threatening to overcome her as more warm urine began to trickle out.
"Tessa?"
"Tessa?"
Ayo's voice shook Tessa out of her reminiscent daydream, and immediately the pain of her bursting bladder came rushing back. She had been lost vividly in the memory of that job interview, so woven into her thoughts that she could almost feel the warm dribble on her bum as she had that day. But she knew that was imagination. Right here, on this warm night in Paris, she hadn't leaked... yet.
"I'm here," she said dimly, giving Ayo enough cause to look slightly relieved.
"Can you check your phone? We don't know where Mark and Kevin are". Numbly, Tessa obliged, having to press her thighs together to keep dry. There were two messages on her phone- one from Jamie (spare key is under doormat, hope you make it, see you soon) and another from Kevin, which explained that he and Mark had taken a shortcut. She relayed this to Ayo and Zoe, who was jiggling constantly by now, her whole body bouncing up and down as she moved.
"That wasn't smart of them," said Ayo disapprovingly, but even he was starting to show signs of being close to cracking. Tessa realised then that she had never seen Ayo openly desperate for the loo. She'd almost never seen him display anything other than total emotional control. Tessa had a feeling that would be changing very soon. But it was Zoe who piped up with an idea.
"Wait, guys, there's three of us now. We can get a taxi back, it'll be there in like, thirty seconds". Ayo and Tessa's eyes met, considering the idea. Truthfully, Tessa wasn't sure she'd be able to make it the whole ride, although she was running out of options. Ayo voiced Tessa's concerns for her.
"I don't know, Zoe- it's risky. One speedbump could land us in big trouble".
"We have to try, guys, we won't all make it back if we don't. Look," she pointed to a car on the roadside with a familiar 'Taxi' sign on the roof, "Tessa speaks better French than any of us. Can you try and explain to him where we're going, Tessie?"
Tessa weighed up the risks and rewards in her mind. If they got in the taxi now, they could be home within a minute. Her French had grown rusty, true, but she was confident she was good enough to get them back even if the driver didn't speak any English, which was unlikely. But if any of them lost control during the ride... they could ruin some perfectly good car seats, to say the least. Suddenly her bladder spasmed. She was running out of time.
"I'll see what I can do," she promised, and waddled towards the taxi that could be about to literally save her arse.
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"I'm not getting back home in time, man," Kevin finally admitted, "It's too far and I'm too desperate".
Mark, for his part, had to agree. They were still over two minutes away and his bladder was sending him signals that clearly screamed You're going to piss yourself if you don't get to the toilet in the next thirty seconds. "How long have you got?" he asked nervously.
"Not long, man, like a minute at most? Oh, God it hurts".
Mark knew that feeling. He looked down at himself and was ashamed at the sight- a clear bladder bulge stuck out over his crotch, which he was practically kneading like dough to keep the pee from slipping out.
"Me too, dude, I'm absolutely busting. I won't make it back either," he said, realising that the words didn't even embarrass him anymore, "what's plan B?"
Kevin didn't like it, but he only had one option left, "We're gonna have to go behind a tree, dude. It sucks, but it's better than soaking our clothes".
Mark shook his head vigorously, unwilling to even flirt with the idea. "No way, man," he said flatly. Kevin asked why not, now shifting from foot to foot like a child as he held himself closed. Mark explained, flustered. "It's easy for you to go outdoors, you just whip your sword out and let loose. I'd need to take off my jeans and underwear and... squat... over the ground. I haven't done that since I was a kid, man, I can't risk getting caught".
"OK, but if you can't make it home, what choice do you have?" Kevin pointed out, trying not to get frustrated. He could understand Mark's misgivings, but surely anything was better than pissing your pants twice in one day. "Dude, you know I don't care. It doesn't matter to me what bits and pieces you do or don't have, I'm still your friend. Come on, man, I'm almost out of time, and I can see you are too," he said, looking Mark right in the eye, "it's this or we piss ourselves".
Kevin could see the gears whirring in Mark's mind, making the decision as quickly as he could.
It's this or we piss ourselves.
Finally, acceptance dawned and Mark blinked slowly.
Kevin leaked then. He felt it, but he could not stop it.
"Alright," said Mark, "Let's do it".
That was all Kevin needed. As quick as a flash, he unbuckled his belt and went to undo his trousers at the waist. His fingers fumbled as the leaking continued, slowly evolving into a full-blown stream of pee that refused to be slowed. This is it, Kevin thought through the chaos, total loss of control. He could feel the piss blossoming through his underwear and down his thighs, and it went on for several seconds before he finally managed to undo the button on the second attempt. He whipped around to face the fence that marked one side of the passage, reached into his boxers and extracted his still-pissing penis. The sound of the pee spraying on the wood alone was something else- it was like a hosepipe, gushing onto the panel and making a hollow noise that anyone nearby would surely hear.
Kevin couldn't help it- his mouth dropped open and he moaned, a low, guttural sound of relief that he'd probably later wish he hadn't made in front of Mark. Even as he was starting to get his flow up to full force, the feeling was exquisite.
"Kevin".
He was snapped out of the orgasmic sensation by Mark's voice, small and scared. Kevin checked over his shoulder to find Mark still standing, fully clothed, doing what his mom had always called a 'pee-pee dance'.
"Kevin, I can't get my button undone. It's stuck. I'm going to piss myself".
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Within seconds, Tessa was back with some bad news. She explained that the taxi was operating, but could only carry two people tonight as one seatbelt was broken. Zoe screamed internally- this was absolutely bloody typical. The Australian girl looked at her friends, who she could see were at least as desperate as she was. In an instant, Zoe made a decision.
"You two go, quickly. I'll be fine," she lied, "I'm not even that desperate yet". This was, of course, untrue; Zoe felt as though she was close to exploding in her panties. Yet her rationale was sound. She had peed herself just that morning, while Ayo and Tessa had not. If Zoe didn't make it to the bathroom on time, who cared? It was just one more accident- nobody would think anything of it from a confident girl with a notoriously tiny bladder. Meanwhile, Ayo and Tessa would probably die of shame if they wet themselves. Both prided themselves, she knew, on their control. It should be them who make it, she said.
"No, Zoe, that's not fair," said Ayo, who Zoe thought had some nerve to try and argue considering the state he was in, "I'll stay and you two can get in the taxi". He was trying to be valiant, but Zoe's mind was made up and there simply wasn't time for any of them to argue. She felt as though the wee was already built up at the tip of her urethra, ready to start a waterfall at any moment. She nodded at Ayo's right hand, which was gripping his manhood tightly in a way that made her sure he hadn't even realised he was doing it.
"It's not the time for manners, Ayo," she said, "you look like you need to get to that toilet a lot more than me". He looked mortified, and Zoe felt bad for embarrassing him, but she'd known it would work. He thanked her, turned and got in the cab. Tessa gave her a quick peck on the cheek that smelled like red wine, wished her good luck, and followed him into the car.
It had barely pulled away when Zoe started regretting her decision. She had felt good about sacrificing her own needs for theirs, but in the lonely moonlight all she had to think about was her increasingly pressing emergency. The young woman was beyond desperate, now; she was almost at the point of losing control. Nonetheless, she had no choice but to keep pushing on home, even though each step was agony.
You bloody idiot, Zoe, she scolded herself, you absolute moron. Why did you think now was a good time to be heroic? You can't afford to wet this dress, you know you can't, it's too expensive. Just think happy thoughts and you'll be home in no time.
You have a warm bed at the house, she thought to herself.
I need a wee, her brain said intrusively. She pushed it to the back of her mind.
Your friends are all here, and they won't laugh if you don't make it.
I need a wee, came that voice again. Zoe longed for nothing more than to stop thinking about how badly she wanted a wee right now. But the thoughts wouldn't go away.
You saw Jamie's bum today, she reminded herself, and the thought even bought the ghost of a cheeky smile to her face. But not for long.
I need a wee, I need a wee, I need a wee. It was all she could concentrate on.
"Dammit, I need a wee", she cursed under her breath. Another wave of desperation caused the urge to intensify, and Zoe knew she had to stop walking. A few more steps could spell the end for her underwear- her nice, comfortable black underwear. She halted on the pavement, and only then could she focus on something outside of her bladder for long enough to realise that she was on a bridge over moving water. She turned, rested her free elbow on the brick wall, and stared down into the peaceful black river that was gently flowing beneath her feet.
I need a wee, her mind insisted.
"Well, it's not a bad view to wee yourself to," she said quietly to nobody in particular. As she came to terms with her inevitable incoming soaking, Zoe almost cracked a smile. "Who knows? You might even enjoy it a little bit this time". But she knew that wasn't to be. The pain was too great, the throbbing in her bladder too intense. The final seconds before her accident were coming and going. Zoe closed her eyes. She was about to wee herself on the streets of Paris, and there was nothing she could do. She removed her hand from her crotch and got ready.
Someone grabbed her arm. Zoe's eyes jerked open and she turned, incredulous, to the man who had just taken hold of her. She'd never been so happy to see Jamie, who looked her in the eye as he spoke.
"Come with me if you want to stay dry," he said, and she followed him into the night. |
WARNING: This chapter does contain some mild sexual content- nothing graphic or explicit, or even extreme, but there are references to sex and sexuality in these passages, so if you're not keen feel free to skip this one.
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"Kevin, please. Help me".
Mark was in an absolute state, practically dancing on the spot in desperation.
"What do I do, Mark? How can I help?" Kevin asked frantically, watching Mark's face burn deep red. The young man was still trying to get the button on the front of his trousers undone, but to no avail. His sweaty fingers were constantly slipping, fumbling with the latch.
"I need..." Mark seemed too shy to say it, but he forced himself, out of options. "I need you to get my button undone, Kevin, I'm sorry. I can't hold it".
Kevin wasn't over the moon about the idea of undressing one of his best friends, but he felt sympathy for the guy, and knew he'd have to do whatever it took to help. The problem was that Kevin himself was still pissing furiously against the fence, and had plenty left in the tank.
"Okay man, I'll do it, but I have to finish my own pee first- just hang on a minute longer, you can do that," he said, trying to sound reassuring.
"No!" Mark sobbed, "I don't have time for that, Kev, just- just shut it off, please, you can finish later".
"Shut off my pee?" Kevin asked disbelievingly.
"Please, Kevin, I'm pissing myself here".
Focusing all his attention, Kevin managed to stem the flow of his otherworldly pee and turn to face Mark.
"It goes without saying, dude, but try not to look at my... you know" Kevin said shyly.
"I wasn't really thinking about that, but thanks," Mark said, in his trademark sarcastic tone, "Just get the button off, Kev".
Awkwardly, but aware that he was working against a ticking clock, Kevin reached for Mark's trousers and started trying the button. It was being a tricky bastard, but it would surely come off sooner rather than later. At that point it occurred to Kevin's mind that he was racing two time bombs, as not only was Mark at the crest of an emergency, but his own temporarily halted flow wasn't going to stay dammed up for much longer.
"Hurry, man, I'm begging you," moaned Mark, who was visibly putting everything he had into keeping himself dry.
"I'm trying, man- try and stay still!" Kevin responded. He was getting a terrible, terrible feeling in his private area that he quickly found out he couldn't suppress.
The inevitable happened. In the instant that Kevin finally managed to successfully undo Mark's button, a hot spurt of piss flew from the tip of his penis and squarely sprayed Mark's left leg, just above the knee. Kevin was powerless to stop it coming out and could only watch in the dim moonlight as it squirted powerfully onto his friend's trousers, totally past the realm of human bladder control. For a second Kevin was frozen, unable to believe that he'd just pissed himself onto another man's leg.
Thankfully, Mark seemed too desperate to notice and he had his trousers and boxers around his ankle within a second. Kevin could have sworn that Mark started peeing a powerful stream before he'd fully squatted, and in the glow he could almost see the wet patch on the inside of Mark's boxers, which were crumpled together on the floor as his friend relieved himself onto the earth.
The sight of Mark peeing was too much for Kevin, who's stream started itself up again involuntarily and lazily poured onto the ground below, from his still-exposed penis. In total shock, Kevin failed to realise that he was making no effort to cover himself up, nor could he take his eyes off of Mark's relief-ridden, close-eyed face. After the duo had been peeing together for several seconds, Mark opened one eye cautiously and was met with Kevin's complete loss of control right in front of him. Kevin had expected his friend to ask for some privacy, but Mark said nothing as the two finished their business in silence. The only noise was the roar of two streams against the ground, until they finally dried up into dribbles, then trickles, then nothing.
Mark broke the quiet.
"Do you... have anything I could wipe with?" He asked hopefully. Kevin felt his pockets.
"No, sorry," he said guiltilyy, suddenly becoming very aware that he was exposed, and tucking himself back in.
"Eh, no big deal, Mark said, pulling up his soiled underwear and trousers in one fluid motion, "My boxers were soaked anyway". He had no problems with the button this time.
"Do you think the others made it?" Kevin asked, feeling the now-cold sensation of his own wet underwear on his skin.
"Let's go and find out," Mark said, "but I'm betting at least a couple didn't".
Together, the two kept walking down the pathway to the house, leaving two steaming puddles behind them.
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Jamie led Zoe down a narrow alleyway, almost totally obscured by darkness. Unless someone was looking for them, they were completely invisible to anyone roaming the streets. She was still getting to grips with what had just happened- thirty seconds ago she had been preparing to wet herself on a bridge alone, and now she was with Jamie, in a place she could wee in private, and just in time too. She could have kissed him.
"We're safe here, you can pee," he said soothingly, "believe me, I've done it before on a drunk night out". She trusted him so deeply that in that moment there was no doubt in her mind that he was right- they were completely alone.
"Oh Jamie boy, you got me here right on time," she gasped, and hitched up her dress. Not bothering to squat, she pulled aside her black panties, spread her legs wide and let rip. A moment later and she would have had an accident. Zoe's piss attacked the tarmac in a fierce blast, bouncing and spraying on the ground and forming a yellow rivulet that started to trickle down the alley towards the street. Jamie had to leap aside to prevent his shoes from getting a soaking. There was something raw, almost sexual, about the feeling of having only just made it. Zoe could see that her companion was getting pretty squirmy too, and she realised that his time to get desperate had come, which only added to the growing feelings of arousal she was harbouring. As she was emptying herself, she shot him a teasing look and let the heat in her private area take over her mouth for a second.
"Don't you have to go too, Jamie? Don't be modest on my account".
At the sound of this order, it was like Christmas had come early for Jamie. He thanked her, kissed her on the cheek (she loved that he didn't mind that she was doing a wee in the street) and whipped out his manhood. Zoe barely even pretended not to stare as his thick stream joined hers on the ground, letting whatever it was that was making their bladders so full run out of their urethras and down a nearby drain. The pair peed in perfect harmony, their unison creating a beautiful sound. Eventually, they began to empty, and while it finally happened Zoe realised something that shocked her. She was properly horny. Not just a little turned on- she needed to do something, and soon. She was no longer sure that the wetness on her panties was just pee. Zoe replaced her underwear, let her dress drop back to cover her ankles once more and sighed one more time from the relief.
Jamie finished his own wee seconds later, but as he went to tuck himself back in she stopped him. Instinctively, her arm moved to catch his, preventing him from covering himself back up. Working on pure desire, she moved in and kissed him, and to her delight felt him kissing her back, passionately and with force- just how she liked it. When they broke apart, both were out of breath, but smiling.
"How long do we have before we need to get back?" Jamie asked, his chest tight with anticipation.
"Long enough, lover boy," she grinned, reaching down and wrapping her fingers around him, "long enough".
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Tessa had no idea how she made it back to the house dry. Far too hastily to be polite, she paid the taxi driver and joined Ayo on the doorstep, where her friend had already located the spare key and was unlocking the door. There had been a couple of small leaks during the drive, and so far her tight underwear had taken the brunt of it, but she knew her trousers would also be in danger if she couldn't get up the stairs soon.
"Ayo, I can't lie, I'm already leaking," she told him. Perhaps it was the wine, the desperation or the trust she had in him, but Tessa's usual reservations about being so brash with her toiletting language were gone.
"You and me both, Tessie," he muttered, "let's get up the stairs". They practically sprinted up the flight of steps and came to a stop outside the bathroom door, where the full extent of their dilemma became obvious. Tessa was clutching her crotch with both hands, bouncing on the spot, breathing heavily. Ayo was desperate to the point of not caring that Tessa could clearly see him holding himself, and his legs were crossed as he stood.
"Who's going first?" Ayo asked, his face creased. Tessa thought for a second- and a second was all she could afford- and spoke.
"Ayo, I'm going to ask you a question, and I need you to give me an honest answer," she looked him right in the eye, "could you hold it for two minutes longer if I went first?"
Ayo paused before shaking his head vigorously, his expression grim. "Could you?" he asked.
"No, me neither," Tessa groaned. She felt the biggest leak yet, swore loudly, and told him the truth. "It's coming out".
"Then you go first," he insisted, "I'm ok with not making it. Just go- I'll be OK," he said solemnly. Tessa didn't like it, but she knew she didn't have a choice. She was seconds away from flooding her knickers, her trousers and her friend's expensive carpet, all while metres from the toilet, all in front of a man she'd kind of crushed on for a whole year. Reluctantly, she turned into the bathroom and closed the door.
As soon as she was in the room, guilt overcame Tessa. Was she really going to leave her friend outside to humiliate himself, to go to the toilet on himself? For her own benefit? That wasn't right. That wasn't Tessa. And yet... if she waited much longer she'd wee herself too. Jiggling on her toes, both as a holding measure and as a decision-making tool, she made a split-second choice. Tessa unlocked the bathroom door again, opened it and found Ayo waiting in the corridor still, looking like he was moments off of what would surely be his first ever accident. She wrapped a hand around his arm and pulled him into the room before he could protest, shutting the door behind her. I cannot believe you're doing this, Tessie, she thought, you must really like this guy.
"What are you doing?" Ayo spluttered, bewildered. She slid the lock closed once more and started marching towards the shower.
"You use the toilet," she ordered him simply, "neither of us are wetting ourselves tonight".
As she stepped into the shower, Tessa felt herself start to erupt. She got her bottoms down just in time, crouching above the cold porcelain just after her stream began in earnest. For a moment Ayo was evidently frozen in shock, trying and failing not to look at Tessa pissing a tsunami in the shower, but she knew she had to snap him out of it.
"Toilet, Ayo, quickly. Before it's too late". These words jolted him back into action and he rushed towards the loo, flipped the lid up, turned and slid his jeans down just enough to sit down. Instantly the relief was obvious on his face, and for a short moment Tessa thought that he was even enjoying it too much to be embarrassed. Truthfully, so was she. Long may it last, she thought dryly. Ayo was clearly doing his best not to look at Tessa's bare bits while she pissed like a racehorse, but she was surprised to realise that she didn't mind him looking one bit. In fact, she kind of liked knowing that he could see her in the middle of her most private act. She moaned louder than was necessary, wanting to put on a show. If she was doing this for anyone else it would have been mortifying, shameful beyond belief, but with Ayo it felt right.
"Oh, my..." he said softly, continuing to evacuate his bladder. After a long while, Tessa could feel her own stream starting to die down, and remembered Zoe's trick from the evening before. She pushed out the final few squirts one at a time, not taking her eyes off of Ayo. She didn't even mind when a low fart slipped out, which he pretended not to hear. Tessa had no idea where these feelings were coming from, but something about peeing with Ayo was turning her on. Maybe it was just the relief of finally being able to pee- or perhaps it was something more.
When both friends were finished urinating, Tessa could start to feel the familiar consciousness she'd always harboured return. She was determined to make the most of her high, so she asked him confidently to pass her some toilet paper and wiped generously with it before standing up. Ayo got off the pot and redressed himself, moving aside so she could daintily deposit her wet paper in the yellow-tinged water. But by the time she went to the sink to wash her hands, which were marked with more than a few droplets of pee, that familiar shyness was back in full force. She addressed Ayo nervously.
"That wasn't too weird for you, was it?" she asked. He smiled at her.
"No, Tessie, that wasn't weird. Not many people would do what you did for me, though. I'm flattered".
Screw it, she thought. Might as well go for it.
"Did you... like what you saw?" she asked, feeling like she was blushing.
For a moment she couldn't decipher Ayo's expression, but then she realised what it was- he was on the verge of laughing. That seemed rude to Tessa, although she didn't want to be a prude.
"I forget, I never told you..." he said cryptically.
"Told me what?" Tessa pressed, afraid that he was going to say I never told you I see you as a sister or I never told you I don't think you're attractive. She didn't expect what actually came out of his mouth.
"Tessa, I'm gay," he said at last. She wasn't sure she'd heard correctly.
"Gay?"
"Yes. I like men", he explained. Ayo was a long way from a miserable man, but his default facial expression was neutral at most. Tessa had almost never seen him plain grinning, like he was now. "I started to realise over the last few years, but it really picked up after last summer". He laughed out loud, "I've never told anyone before".
And yet , quickly, his expression changed. He looked across at Tessa apologetically, as if he was afraid he'd hurt her in some way. "I feel like I might have led you on somehow, subconsciously. I haven't... pissed you off, have I?".
This was a lot to take in. Tessa had had no idea... she'd started to feel some kind of crush on him, yes, but now things made a bit more sense. He wasn't into women. Cool. It was good to know that, to have the question of his role in her life resolved. They were friends, and they'd always be friends. That was good enough for Tessa.
Once she'd absorbed this new information, it was her turn to almost laugh. "No, Ayo, you could never piss me off. I'm glad you told me," she said, "now let's get out of here. I think a change of clothes is in order". |
Zoe and Jamie stumbled through the door ten minutes later, red-faced and out of breath. The pair explained that they'd gone to the toilet in an alleyway and been held up talking to some locals on the way back. They slumped down next to each other on the sofa in front of the fire, around which the others had gathered to await their return. Ayo was fairly sure they were avoiding eye contact, but he didn't mention it. Kevin and Mark had also returned just a few minutes after Ayo's bathroom encounter with Tessa, and those two hadn't said a word to each other since they'd got back either. In the chaos of the walk back from the restaurant, the six had been split into three groups of two. Ayo had no idea what the other four had been up to, but he knew he and Tessa had shared a fairly awkward experience, and yet they were the only ones who could look each other in the eye. I can only guess how weird things must have gotten with the others, he thought. On second thoughts, I don't really want to know.
"We need to figure this out," said Ayo once they were all seated. He pointed at the box on the mantlepiece, "for whatever reason that box is affecting our bodies. Every twelve hours since we touched it, the same thing has happened to each of us, and for all we know it could keep happening". He turned to Jamie, in a plea for some information that might help them even a little bit. "Jamie, I need you to tell us everything you know about that box".
Jamie sighed, exasperated. "I don't know what to tell you, dude, except that it was a prank gift from my cousin. She gave it to me one year as a present so she could laugh when I realised it didn't open, that's all I know".
"And did it have the same effect on you back then?" Tessa asked delicately. Ayo was grateful to have someone else participating in the questioning; it made him feel less like an interrogator".
Jamie shook his head, then frowned, and then his mouth dropped open.
"Wait..." he muttered, looking like a man with the answer to a million-dollar question stuck in his throat.
"What is it, dude?" Kevin prompted, leaning forward in his seat. Jamie blushed.
"I wet the bed that night. It was the first time in, like, ten years, and it hasn't happened since".
"Was that every twelve hours too?"
Jamie shook his head quickly. "No, I'd have remembered. It was just that morning. My mum found out and she went crazy at me," he recalled.
Ayo furrowed his brow. Only tiny fragments of this were making any sense, forming any sort of connection with one another. It was like a crossword puzzle- he had to figure out what the clues meant before he could start trying to fit them together. He pressed on with a tangental line of questioning.
"Tell me about this cousin," Ayo probed.
"Cassie is her name. Come to think of it, that was the last time I saw her. We don't talk about her side of the family". Jamie looked like he was in a therapy session.
"Why not?"
"They're... weird. Creepy. Into voodoo and that kind of thing... Oh". Ayo could visibly see the realisation hit Jamie like a dumbbell, and that quiet 'Oh' told him that his friend had just figured out something big. "I made her pee her pants," said Jamie softly, "as a joke. I was twelve and she was ten, and we were in the garden when she said she had to go. I thought it'd be funny to use that sliding door to lock her out, just for a minute. But it jammed up, I couldn't get it back open".
"I went to get her dad and he couldn't shift it either," Jamie continued, looking remorseful, "and pretty soon the whole family was gathered around the door taking turns to open it. But it was too late. She pissed herself in front of everyone. Must have been a dozen people there to see it. She wouldn't talk to me for the rest of the holiday".
"Let me guess: the next summer she gave you that box," said Kevin, who'd solved Ayo's mental crossword faster than anyone, "and you woke up with a wet bed".
Jamie swallowed and nodded. "The only other time I touched that box was a few years afterwards, when I picked it up out of curiosity. And I'm not sure, but I'm betting that that was exactly twelve hours before I had that accident in my swimming costume at the beach the next morning".
"So... whoever tries to open that box has to pee every twelve hours until they wet themselves?" Mark said tentatively.
"No, Mark. I pissed myself this morning and I still got desperate tonight, remember?" Zoe pointed out. Only then did Ayo realise that she hadn't spoken the entire time until this point.
"It can't be that," said Jamie, looking grim, "I think it's me. I think it happens until I wet myself. The box is her little revenge against me".
"And this morning didn't count because most of it went in that plant?" Tessa asked sceptically.
"Maybe, yeah. What else could it be?" Jamie asked.
"It might be worth a try, man," Kevin said uneasily, "at least then we'll know for sure".
"Uh, guys, even if Jamie does... you know, wet himself, that doesn't change the fact that all of us are probably going to get desperate too just after eight A.M tomorrow. And there's only one toilet in this place".
"I don't think any of us want to wee ourselves," Zoe hurried to say, "including Jamie".
"I know what to do," said Kevin suddenly. He sat up straight and turned to Jamie. "Are there any big malls still open at this time of night?"
"Sure, there's a Carrefour not far from here, it's open twenty-four hours," Jamie replied, looking confused.
"Good," said Kevin, a spark in his eye at last, "so here's what we're gonna do..." |
We're heading into the home stretch now! Thank you to everyone who's upvoted, commented or followed so far, the story has got way more support than I ever expected!
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Mark rolled over in bed and checked his phone for the time. It was almost one 'o' clock in the morning, but he couldn't get to sleep for the life of him. Perhaps it was because he knew that his alarm would go off in under seven hours and he would have to get out of bed to do what was surely the most hair-brained thing he'd ever agreed to. Or maybe, just maybe, Mark's insomnia had more to do with the noises that he could still hear coming from the bedroom beside his. He groaned, feeling wide awake, and decided that some warm milk might help him sleep. Or it might take some bourbon. Anything was better than staying here listening to two of his closest friends becoming way too close in the next room.
Wiping his eyes, Mark stumbled out of bed and hooked his T-shirt off the ground. He knew his breasts weren't best suited to walking around in a thin white T-shirt without one of his binders, but tonight he couldn't care less. Nobody else was up to see him anyway. Careful to keep quiet as he opened and closed the bedroom door, he headed downstairs cautiously. When he was just a few steps from the bottom, he realised that the kitchen light was on. He had been the last person to leave the room earlier and had certainly remembered to flick the switch off, so someone had to be in there.
He poked his head around the corner of the doorframe and was relieved to see Tessa sitting at the table in a tight black gym top and a pair of grey sweatpants. She smiled at him, and he couldn't help smiling back as he entered the room and started pouring himself a drink.
"What are you doing up?" Mark asked. Tessa gave the most un-Tessa-like snort of laughter he could have imagined.
"Same as you, I expect. Couldn't sleep with the sound of Romeo and Juliet going at it next door". Mark laughed at the comparison and took his seat opposite her.
"I'm happy for them, really," she continued, "I know Zoe's always had a bit of a thing for Jamie. I don't mind them bonking away, I just wish they knew how to do it quietly". She was practically giggling as she spoke. Mark had always viewed Tessa as this ultra-professional, mature woman, so there was something strange (if oddly comforting) about seeing her gossiping like a schoolgirl across the table.
"I could text him if you like and ask him to keep it down," Mark suggested, wiggling his eyebrow menacingly.
"Oh, don't you dare," Tessa cackled, "the poor boy's got to piss himself in front of us tomorrow. Let him have his fun tonight".
"I wouldn't dream of denying them their fun," Mark smiled, "although it would be easier to sleep if he was a two-pumps and done kind of guy". Tessa's words had reminded him of just how frightening Kevin's plan was, and he looked over at the Carrefour bag on the kitchen counter. He knew that it contained a six-pack of adult diapers, which Zoe had volunteered to go out and buy earlier that night. There were six because they came in packs of six, but each of them knew without saying it aloud that only five were ever going to be worn.
"You really think Kevin's idea will work?" Tessa asked him, and he could see the worry on her face. He began to suspect that this could be the true reason she was down in the kitchen in the wee hours, the thing she really wanted to talk about.
"I think it's the best we've got, Tessie. If it doesn't then we'll have to try again twelve hours later". She allowed him a wry smile.
"I hope you're right. You were always good at the positivity thing, Mark. I've always liked that about you".
"I didn't have a choice," he said evenly, "when you're the only boy in class wearing a sports bra, positivity is your only option".
"But a lot of people deal way worse with way less than you," she insisted. He blushed a little, taken aback by the compliment.
"You haven't exactly had it easy, either, Tessie," he reminded her, "you did say last night that you were the only black woman at your entire company".
Tessa took his point graciously. She raised her mug of hot chocolate to him in a weary mockery of a toast.
"To beating the odds," she said, only half-joking.
"To beating the odds," Mark agreed, meeting her mug with his glass before taking a sip.
The young woman drained what was left of her drink and stood up.
"What happens if we don't beat this thing tomorrow?" she asked him. In that instant, Mark could see the anxiety etched on Tessa's face. For a split second she suddenly looked far older and more jaded than her twenty-four years. Mark's suburban British upbringing had left him with only one reliable defence mechanism in the face of adversity: gallows humour.
"Then I guess we'd better get used to a very strict bathroom schedule," he said, and the illusion was gone- Tessa's smile was back. She came round the table and offered him a hug, and for once he didn't mind that he wasn't wearing anything under his t-shirt.
"Right, back to bed," Tessa said, switching smoothly into her motherly voice, "Hopefully those darn kids will get bored of boinking soon".
"I thought you said you would let them have their fun?" Mark teased.
"I will," Tessa said over her shoulder as she started to climb the stairs, "but if I hear anyone say the word 'daddy' I will be sleeping on the sofa".
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We're only three or four scenes away from finishing this story now, but I'm definitely going to write up this bonus chapter at some point before moving onto my next story! Thanks for the feedback!
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They rolled out tarpaulin on the living room carpet. The front door had been locked, checked and double-checked, the curtains drawn to make it look as though nobody was home. Furniture had been shifted aside to make sure there was room for all six to stand comfortably, and one cupboard was used to block the view from the entrance so nobody could see them through the frosted glass of the door.
When Ayo Shehu took charge of something, he left no stone unturned.
Once he was sure there was no way they could be interrupted, he met the rest of the group in the front room where they had gathered on that first evening. Stepping onto the blue tarp, which they'd found in the shed and which nearly covered the entire carpet, he looked around at five visibly nervous faces. None of them wanted to think about what the rest of their lives could be like if this didn't work.
The Carrefour bag from the kitchen counter was now empty. Everyone but Jamie was wearing one of the six adult diapers, and each had tried their best to hide that fact (despite it being common knowledge) to varying degrees of success. Ayo looked down at his own waist and, not for the first time, felt blessedly relieved that he wasn't into tight trousers. His looser outfit meant the bulge was barely visible- Ayo was fairly sure that a passerby on the street wouldn't have suspected a thing.
Zoe was wearing a dress that totally concealed her diaper, but Kevin and Mark weren't so lucky- neither had packed anything loose enough to hide the fact that they were padded up, even though almost everyone in the room was in the same boat. Tessa's bulge was the clearest of all, and there was something very conflicted in her look- she resembled a smartly-dressed businesswoman showing up to work with some extra protection. None of them were in any position to judge, however. The one they all felt sorry for was Jamie, who they'd decided had to face this unprotected. He looked far from happy with what was about to happen, donning light blue skinny jeans and a black polo shirt.
Because it'd initially been Kevin's idea, he was the one they turned to when everyone was in position. He was in his element going over the plan one final time, taking his moment as leader of the group and explaining each detail as if it was a vital piece of war strategy. The only other time Ayo could remember hearing Kevin speak like this was when they'd gone to a Parisian laser-tag arena the previous year and he'd been allowed to take charge.
"OK guys, it's eleven minutes past eight, we only have a few minutes to go. Now once the urge hits I'm pretty sure we can just go in our diapers, but if Ayo's right then Jamie's going to need to hold it as long as he can before he... well, before he pees himself".
"I still don't get why," grumbled Jamie, who was obviously not looking forward to the next ten minutes of his life. Ayo took over to explain it to him once again.
"Because this box was Cassie's revenge on you, man, you can't get off easy or it won't count. It has to be humiliating, it has to be against your will and it has to be in your jeans". He paused for a second before adding, "at least, that's what makes the most sense to me".
"And we have to see it, too," Kevin chipped in, "or it's not as embarrassing for you as it was for her doing it in front of her family". That part of the theory had actually come from Mark, who had been trying to figure out exactly what Jamie's cousin Cassie had wanted to gain by giving him that box. His hypothesis was that for her revenge to be gained, there had to be an audience who would know about the accident. That was why they all needed to be in the room, hence the diapers to deal with the inevitable problems that becoming desperate to piss at the same time as Jamie would cause.
"Fine," Jamie said reluctantly, "but this had better work". Ayo shot a sideways glance at Tessa, before replying uneasily.
"No promises, Jamie, but it's the best we've got".
Kevin looked at the clock and swore. "It's thirteen past, guys, we have a matter of seconds. Jamie, remember that you have to fight it as long as you can. It has to be a real accident, otherwise I don't think it will... you know, satisfy Cassie".
"Then do it with me," Jamie said evenly.
"What do you mean?" asked Tessa.
"Hold it with me, guys. I don't want to be the only one fighting it while you all just pee straight away. That's going to make things so much harder. Please, guys".
The five padded friends looked at each other across the room. None of them were keen on the idea of having to torture their bladders for the third time in twenty-four hours, but they needed to support Jamie. He deserved that much. Ayo was surprised to see Mark speak up first.
"I'll do it, Jamie," he said, "you don't have to do this on your own".
"I can't believe I'm saying this, but me too," said Tessa.
"And me," Zoe added, "although you'll all outlast my tiny-ass bladder anyway,"
"I'm with you, man," Ayo said. They all looked at Kevin.
"What the hell, might as well go out with a bang," he told them. Jamie looked genuinely touched, as if he hadn't been expecting more than one or two to agree to show solidarity. Ayo took one more glance at the box on the mantlepiece- the thing that had started it all. Outside, the sun was in the final stages of rising. Distant birdsong filled the silence, muffled only slightly by the glass of that stiff sliding door. For whatever reason, Ayo felt the urge to close his eyes while he waited. In the blackness, the sound of the birds was immensely soothing. A few seconds later, the quiet was broken by a soft Australian accent.
"Uh, guys?" he heard Zoe say, "it's starting".
Ayo knew she was right- he could feel it too.
"Yeah, mine too," said Mark, "it's like that first feeling of needing a pee but it comes so much quicker".
Already, Ayo's bladder was beginning to twinge uncomfortably. The last two times he'd felt this had ended in him- just barely- making it to the toilet. He knew that there would be a very different ending this time.
"Hey, can I say something?" said Mark meekly.
"What's up, dude?" asked Kevin.
Mark paused, and for a moment it looked like he'd regretted opening his mouth at all. But then he blurted out what was on his mind, it was the last thing Ayo expected to hear.
"I love you guys," Mark said, "and... thanks". It was by far the soppiest thing ever to come out of Mark Daniels' mouth, but Ayo appreciated it more than he could say. He was glad someone had vocalised how they all felt about each other. As they stood in a strange, disjoined circle on a stretch of tarp preparing to wet themselves simultaneously, Ayo decided that he could never have picked five people he'd rather be doing this with.
"Love you too, bro," Kevin said, almost smiling.
And then it began. |
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