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Within moments of the first signs of an urge to urinate hitting her, Zoe Johnson knew that she didn't have very long at all before she soaked her first ever diaper. It built up in her like a snowball, rapidly gaining weight and pace, becoming more and more threatening as the seconds ticked by. Her mind flashed back to the previous morning, when she'd been powerless to stop herself from going all over herself and the carpet. There was a degree of comfort, at least, in knowing that this time there was something saving her clothes from being ruined. It had felt weird putting the nappy on, but now she was incredibly grateful for its presence around her waist.  Opposite her, Tessa had started to move about as the need to go got stronger. Out of nowhere, a thought flashed through Zoe's mind- Tessa had never looked more beautiful to her than she did right now, as she fought to keep hold of her control and her pride. Zoe could just about hear the crinkle of Tessa's diaper as she began to squirm and dance.  "It's already bad, guys, I can't even keep still," groaned Tessa, flicking her hair out of her face with one hand.  "Me neither," Mark gasped, and Zoe's attention turned to him as she realised he was also struggling to stand up straight. Her own bladder was rapidly approaching a state of emergency, but she knew she had to ignore it as long as she could. She focused on Jamie, who was just to her left. He crossed his legs over in an apparent attempt to ease some of the pressure, and looked up at her with fear in his eyes.  "It's OK, Jamie," she said soothingly, "don't worry. Nobody will judge you when it happens".  "I will, Zo," he replied, "I really don't wanna wet myself in front of you".  "I don't mind, Jamie, I promise," she insisted, "It doesn't change how I feel about you". Their conversation was ended abruptly by the sound of Kevin swearing under his breath. "I can't hold it much longer," he groaned, "This time feels even worse than the last two," "Same here," said Mark. Zoe made a mental note of that- was the need to pee getting more intense every twelve hours or was it her imagination? This certainly felt even more desperate than yesterday had. The previous morning she'd lost control and wet her pyjamas after around five minutes. That night she'd barely made it after holding for even less time. Now, just a minute or so after the first signals from down there, she already felt on the verge of a leak.  She wasn't the only one. Looking around the room confirmed that everyone else was in just as bad a state as she was. Tessa's dancing had accelerated to a frantic pace, constantly stepping backwards and forwards as her hand dangled just in front of her crotch as if she really wanted to just grab it.  "God I need a wee so bad," cursed the English girl, jiggling her hips as she spoke. Apparently she had to wee so urgently that the usually shy woman didn't care who heard her say it. Next to her, Mark had taken it a step further- he was openly holding himself with one hand, in a grip that looked like iron. Kevin had his eyes closed as if in prayer and his legs were twisted like a pretzel. Zoe could even see the sweat forming on Ayo's forehead as he fought to keep everything in. Finally, she turned to Jamie, who had buried both hands between his skinny thighs.  "You OK, Jamie?" she asked, bewildered that she'd found herself trying to be the reassuring one in the group. After all, she was the one with the tiny bladder. He looked her straight in the eyes and she saw that his own eyes were red, as if he was on the verge of crying.  "I need to piss, Zo. I'm so... so desperate to piss". "Me too," she said, not having to lie to make him feel better. She was absolutely busting for a wee, but she didn't want to show it yet, "but you're doing so well. Keep going".  Mark yelped out loud suddenly. "I just leaked!" he said, almost shocked into being unaware that he'd announced it aloud, "I just leaked a bit. I can't keep this up much longer, guys".  "Dude, if you have to go, go," said Ayo, who was coping with the urge better than most, "don't hurt yourself. There's still five of us left if you pee". "No way," Mark said, swallowing, "it was only one tiny leak. I'm still with you guys". But their resolve was tested as the demands of their bodies only grew more intense. Zoe felt as though she could easily explode at any moment, and knew it was only by some miracle that she hadn't leaked yet. She caught Tessa's eye and grinned, despite the severity of the situation.  "Hey Tessie, remember the women's bathroom the other day?" she asked cheekily. "Of course," Tessa replied, suddenly smiling back, "you peed for about two minutes straight. How could I forget?" "Well, just think- that was before all the voodoo stuff. I need a wee way worse now. Just think how long I could go for this time!" "It'll make the other day look like you were just taking a casual leak," Tessa laughed. Mark chimed in again, looking extremely worried.  "Uh, speaking of leaks, I just lost another few spurts in my diaper," he said shyly.  "Me too," admitted Kevin, "I don't know how much longer I can hold it".  "I don't know how much longer any of us can hold it," Ayo agreed. Even the usually proud young man had completely disregarded subtlety now- he was squeezing his crotch with one hand, a sight that Zoe was familiar with after the previous night, but which shocked the other half of the group. Zoe knew it was only a matter of moments before someone broke. She wasn't surprised when it happened.  "Oh God, guys, it's happening," came the gasp of realisation. Zoe turned towards the speaker and saw Mark frozen in place, his hand still desperately trying to squeeze himself closed through his diaper. It seemed as though his efforts were to no avail, however, as he began to fill his diaper with hot pee. "I'm pissing myself, I can't stop it. Oh God, I'm sorry," he sobbed. Zoe was sure she could hear the hissing noise from underneath the padding as her friend lost all bodily control. Tessa reached over and put a hand on Mark's shoulder, her motherly side kicking in once again. "Let it out, Mark. It's OK. You held it as long as you could," she assured him, "this is why we're wearing the nappies". "Oh man," Kevin moaned, "seeing people pee always has to make me go even worse. I think I'm about to wet myself". "If it hurts, let go," Ayo reiterated, but Zoe could see he was shaking.  "I don't have much choice," said Kevin, "It's happening. It's coming out..." Zoe watched on in shock while he closed his eyes, tilted his head back and let out an enormous sigh of relief as he accepted his fate. It was just as he said- seeing Mark and Kevin lose control and piss their diapers had really made her potty emergency even worse. She turned to Tessa, who by now looked like a woman on the brink. She'd unbuttoned her skirt, and Zoe was amazed to see that Tessa had slipped one hand inside of her diaper to help her hold.  "Don't judge me," Tessa said in embarrassment when she noticed Zoe looking, "it was the only thing I could think to do and I really need a wee. I think this is gonna be the biggest wee anyone's ever done, I swear I could explode. I'm just about ready to flood this nappy". Zoe wasn't interested in judging Tessa for her holding methods; she just wanted to know if they worked.  "Is it helping?" Zoe asked, "the hand down there, I mean". "Yeah, kinda," allowed Tessa, "but I'm still gonna do a wee... within the next thirty seconds". That was all Zoe needed to hear. She hitched up her dress and slid her left hand into the diaper, clutching her bare womanhood in her palm and starting to squeeze intently. After a few seconds she realised that the inevitable had already happened- she'd leaked into her diaper at some point, and now her palm was wet and warm with wee. Just as she was massaging her crotch to try and stem the tide, she felt herself failing; another hot squirt soaked her skin even while she tried to suppress it. "You know that feeling you get when you're right on the edge of wetting yourself?" Tessa said. Everyone nodded except Jamie, who seemed a million miles away. "Well, that's where I'm at right now. I can feel the wee right at the tip. Not going to lie, I've already lost a fair bit of it".  "You're not the only one," Zoe said, "I feel like I'm doing more of a constant dribble of wee than leaking at this point". And it was true: the individual spurts escaping her privates and soaking her hand had melted into one long trickle that refused to be cut off.  "Uh, I'm kind of in the same position," confessed Ayo, "I think I have to let go, it's pretty painful". Tessa looked at him and their eyes met across the room. "Do it," she said, and Zoe could tell from his expression that he had obeyed. His eyes rolled back slightly and his lips parted, while his hand finally left his crotch and came to rest by his side. Getting a front-row seat to her most adult friend going to the bathroom in a nappy couldn't distract Zoe from her own desperation, but it was enough to make her forget that she'd hitched up her dress to get her hand in the diaper, and she didn't even consider that all of her friends now had an unobscured view of her own protection over bare, smooth legs. Frankly, even if she had realised, she would have been past caring at that stage. While she watched Ayo relieve himself in awe, a noise from her left caught Zoe's attention and she looked over.  "You too, Tessie?" Zoe asked, but Tessa replied only with a nod of pure bliss. It was obvious that Tessa had finally lost the battle with her bladder, and for the first time in minutes she was standing totally still while several litres of wee flooded her nappy, no doubt soaking her thighs, bum and privates. But Tessa didn't seem to care about the soaking- she was far too absorbed in the relief.  "You can go too, Zo" said Jamie. For a moment she didn't know who had spoken, such had been the length of the silence from Jamie. She looked over at him, and was surprised to see his expression almost calm. "Let it out, I'll be OK". Zoe shook her head.  "I don't want to do that to you," she said, "we're in this together". The problem was that Zoe knew she had seconds left to spare, and Jamie must have known it too, because he smiled kindly at her.  "You don't need to hold on any more," he promised her, "just wee where you stand, and I'll take it from here".  She did as he asked. Without even bothering- or having time- to remove her arm from deep in the diaper, Zoe's dam burst and she finally started peeing in earnest. The flood was unbearably pleasurable, erupting from her urethra and spraying out in all directions through the gaps between her sex and the hand that was clamped to it. Unaware she was even doing it, Zoe let out a deep, animalistic moan of relief. She was just getting started, and already the diaper was starting to feel heavy with piss. It was beginning to sag, she was sure of it.  "Oh god, guys, I can't stop. It feels so good," she groaned aloud.  "Zoe, you're leaking!" Tessa cried, rushing over to come behind Zoe and lift her dress out of harm's way. It took Zoe a moment to figure out what was going on, but she quickly realised the other woman was right- looking down, Zoe could see streaks of yellow pee trickling down her legs which must have escaped the overflowing diaper. She was vaguely aware of the feeling of each drop rolling down her hairless thighs and dripping onto the tarpaulin, and yet the near-orgasmic intensity of emptying herself made it hard to focus on that.  Eyes closed, still pissing like that racehorse she liked to mention, Zoe heard Mark say "the box! Look at the box!" She forced herself to open her eyelids.  The tiny blue box on the mantlepiece was dripping. Yellow-tinted fluid was trickling from the crack in the centre, flowing down the side of the mantlepiece and landing steadily on the floor. As she watched, the flow seemed to be picking up, growing heavier. Still doing a wee on her hand inside the diaper, she turned to Jamie and had to fight hard not to be turned on by the sight. Her closest friend- maybe her boyfriend- was just barely clinging on. Rivulets of pee had stained streaks of his sky-blue jeans, some running all the way down to his knees. There was a wet patch over his crotch that was now so big his hands couldn't cover it up. The scent of pee- all of their pee- hung in the air.  "Jamie," she called out softly, and he turned to lock eyes with her, "you can let go now". "No! Not yet. I can still hold it," he insisted, looking as though he didn't believe it himself. Reluctantly, Zoe withdrew her hand from her diaper. Every inch of skin was drenched in her wee. She took the two steps needed to be within inches of Jamie.  "It's OK. You've done so well," she told him, "so well. But now you have to wee yourself. It's the only way". "I can't," he said, tears finally forming in his eyes, "I can't piss myself. Not in front of you". From the corner of her eye she saw the stream coming from the box pick up in pace. There was no doubt in her mind now- it was yellow, and it was surely pee.  "It's OK, Jamie," she repeated, feeling like she was talking to a small child, "accidents happen to everyone sometimes".  He shook his head. "I'm sorry, Zo, it's not coming out. It's like it's stuck". "Jamie?" said Zoe, putting her arms around him.  "Yeah?" he croaked, his voice thin.  "Shut up and kiss me," she ordered, and he did. And that kiss, that permission, was all he needed. As soon as they melted into each other's lips she felt his body relent, felt his knees go weak, sensed the pee begin to saturate his jeans and pour into a puddle on the ground. He groaned into the passionate kiss, and she tightened her arms around him to steady him. "Guys, you might want to look at this," came Ayo's voice, and they reluctantly broke off the kiss to see what was happening. Both continuing to evacuate their bladders, they turned to the box. It was gushing with pee, which spilt like a waterfall over the edge and onto the tarped-up carpet. The six friends huddled together, four in full diapers, one still soiling hers, the other flooding his jeans, to watch as the liquid poured. It was hypnotising. "I'm almost done," Jamie told them as the flow of pee from his crotch began to steady. Sure enough, while he finished up, the stream emitting from the velvety blue box slowly began to die. Zoe put her arm around his shoulder as the couple reached the end of the longest wees of both of their lives at the same time. By the time each had been completely drained, both of urine and of energy,  the box had completely stopped flowing.  For a moment, the six of them stood there in silence. Ayo, Tessa, Mark, Kevin, Jamie and Zoe. None of them cared one bit that the room smelt strongly of the wee of six different people. All that mattered was that their ordeal might finally be over. "Is it done?" asked Mark, after a while had drifted by.  "I guess we won't know until tonight, man," Ayo said, "but if I had to guess? I'd say it worked".  "Holy cow, it worked!" Kevin grinned, "I can't believe one of my plans actually worked as intended".  "Hey, that's all well and good," Tessa interrupted irritably, "but I'm soaked with wee from my bum to my... thighs. Can we get a shower rota going?" "Tax me first!" Mark said quickly.  "Surely I should go first, seeing as I'm the one who didn't have a diaper?" Jamie pointed out. "No, I should get first shower," Zoe insisted, "I mean, my arm is soaked in pee". Tessa rolled her eyes. She turned to Zoe and Jamie, who still had their arms around each other's shoulders. "If you two agree to go last, we'll let you share," she offered. "Deal!" they said in unison.
Here's the final part of the story! Once again I'm really grateful to everyone who's commented, upvoted, followed or otherwise supported my first story on the forums. All that's left of this one now is the bonus chapter involving messing, which I absolutely want to get around to soon.  -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- To six young people who had spent the last three days under Parisian summer sun, the air-conditioned halls of Charles de Gaulle Airport were like stepping into a walk-in refrigerator. A jumbled assortment of bagpacks, rucksacks and suitcases were being lugged, carried and pulled along by the group, who headed together through the sliding automatic double doors and towards the set of automatic check-in machines that they'd used the year before. Some of them were booked to board flights that would leave within a few hours, but a couple would be waiting for most of the rest of the day before they could depart. Nonetheless, they'd decided to travel to the airport together. Not to do so would surely have felt wrong. The last twenty-four hours had passed without incident. Other than some trouble for Zoe in the city, which she put down to the water being different, nobody had had any toilet-related problems that morning, or the night before. It seemed that, for now at least, Cassie's vengeful box had been satiated. Kevin's plan had indeed worked.  Free from that burden, they'd spent their last full day together in town, visiting the mall that Jamie had mentioned the evening before. They'd gone swimming, checked out almost every store and even caught a film, which Kevin was emphatically not allowed to pick. Dinner had been a casual trip to a family restaurant, before heading home to spend the evening in front of the fire with absolutely no whiskey. The conversation that night had been tinged with a sadness, though, because everyone knew they would be splitting up again in the morning.  But while they were still together, they intended to make the most of it. Airports aren't the most fruitful environment for spending quality time with friends, which is how they ended up huddled around a wooden table in a tiny coffee shop, just talking for as long as they could get away with. They discussed movies and music, videogames and sports, food, drink and drugs- anything and everything except for what had happened between them the morning before. Jamie didn't seem in any mood to even think about those humiliating events, let alone talk about them. And finally, as they'd known she eventually would, Zoe spoke up. "I think I'd better get going. I'm screwed if I miss this flight," she said, standing slowly. One by one, she went in for a hug with each of her friends, and there was a certain deliberateness in the way she left Jamie for last. Everyone looked wounded, but he in particular wore a devastated expression. "I really wish we could just stay here. Is Australia really that great? Don't you get too hot or something?" She smirked, pecked him on the cheek and stepped backwards. "Yeah, it is that great. And we have proper Air-Con back home. Besides, I have Uni to finish". She must have read his eyes, as she hastened to add, "It'll be different this time, I promise. We'll keep in touch- all of us will. And we can try and do it again next year?" Zoe looked around at the others, as if she wasn't sure they'd want to come. And yet it was clear that everyone agreed. "I'll owe my parents about thirty thousand favours," said Ayo with a wry smile, "but yeah, we should definitely try and do it again next year".  "But if anyone touches that box they will pay dearly," Tessa said. Zoe laughed her sweet laugh, turned, and headed for her gate. Jamie watched her go until she was out of sight. The five that were left slipped into a comfortable silence, feeling that nothing more needed to be said. The process had started. Soon they'd be back to their own mundane lives, dealing with the same issues as they had been a week ago.  Eventually, it was Kevin's turn to stand up and say his goodbyes. His flight back to Massachusetts was boarding, and being late wasn't an option. He hugged Mark longest of all and turned to the others, and everyone was surprised to see water in his eyes.  "Dude, are you crying?" Mark teased. "No, man. Someone's probably cutting onions". Kevin smiled, turned to go, stopped himself and said the last thing anyone expected. "Oh, and Jamie- I just remembered we forgot about that sixth diaper, so it's just sitting somewhere in your holiday house. Good luck explaining that to your old man," he grinned, and left without another word. For a time, Jamie was silenced. But he found his voice, winked at Mark and said "I'll just tell my parents Kevin's got issues. They won't want to know the details". Ayo was the next to leave, bringing in everyone for an embrace as he left. He told them he was sad to go, but excited to see Anwi and the rest of his family.  "Oh, and I'm looking forward to going a whole day without peeing in front of anyone," he mentioned before he left.  Mark turned to Tessa when Ayo had departed. He knew that she'd probably been even closer to Ayo than to any of them, and could tell that his leaving had hurt her. But, Mark being Mark, a sarcastic comment was the best he could offer her to help. "You know, I always thought you two kids would end up together," he told her in the worst Southern American accent she'd ever heard. Tessa paused, looked up and smiled sweetly at Mark.  "Ayo? I don't think I'm really his type," she said, and she knew that he understood. Jamie was listening to the exchange curiously (although Tessa had the feeling that he hadn't picked up the subtext at all), looking at them as if he was trying to work out an optical illusion. But Tessa changed the subject with her usual swift grace. After another half an hour, the time came for the three English kids to split up and head to their respective gates. Jamie's flight would take him to Heathrow, Tessa's to Southampton and Mark's to Manchester. "We should make a proper group chat this time," Tessa suggested before she walked away, "so we don't lose touch again". "Want me to do it?" Jamie asked. His role as organiser, bringer-togetherer, had suited him well. That was his place in the group- not as the leader, but as the connector.  "Nah, leave it with me," teased Mark, "I don't trust you in an admin capacity". That was the last thing anyone said before the trio of weary friends said their goodbyes and went their separate ways. Tessa set down her rolling suitcase, extended the handle and set off on the trek towards her gate, leaving no evidence that these six youngsters had ever been there except a tip on the coffee shop table. As she reached into her pocket to extract her boarding pass, she felt her phone vibrate. She wasn't surprised to see two Facebook Messenger notifications on her screen, set on the backdrop of her wallpaper, a shot of that view over the city from her office window.  Mark Daniels added you and four others to a group chat Mark Daniels named the group chat "Summer Reunion" Tessa felt her heart soar, putting the phone back in her pocket just as she reached the front of the boarding queue. She knew there was a long way to go before she could see her friends again, but it didn't matter. Just knowing that there would be a 'next time' was more than enough for now.  Once Tessa had taken her seat near the front of the plane, she turned habitually to the window. There was just enough light in the right places that she could almost make out her reflection on the glass. She got her phone out again, settling down for the flight. There were two notifications. “@catholicboy250316 liked your tweet”. Some things never change. The second was a message in the group chat from Zoe. There were just two words. Guess what? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ High above the clouds that blanket the Indian Ocean, Zoe Johnson wasn't regretting buying the in-flight WiFi. After all, it was a long way back to Australia, and she'd never been good at being bored. The view from the window was magnificent, even if the food wasn't anything to write home about and the movies- Aladdin, Bedtime Stories, The Lion King- were all ones she'd seen before.  A young flight attendant was passing by Zoe's row when another passenger nearby stopped them. The passenger, an older woman, leaned in close to the attendant and spoke in what she must have mistakenly thought was a discreet voice.  "Excuse me, do you know when the seatbelt lights might go off? I have to use the bathroom".  "Sorry, ma'am," came the sympathetic reply, "we're anticipating some turbulence for a little while, so we need to leave the seatbelt light on for a bit longer". Ordinarily, such news would have been concerning for Zoe. The young lady had, after all, a notoriously small capacity for holding, and now she could be denied a bathroom visit for any period of time. Already she knew that she needed a wee; her bladder was at the stage of twinging quite uncomfortably. But Zoe wasn't worried. Not this time.  As it already had countless times during the flight, her left hand snuck up to her waist and gently touched her dress. Beneath it, her fingers could feel the reassuring thickness of the sixth diaper. How none of her friends had noticed her take it, or that she was wearing it at the airport, was quite beyond Zoe. But they hadn't, and now here she was, in no rush for the plane's bathrooms to reopen.  No rush at all.  This was going to be a really fun flight.  END
So, the plan is to write multiple shorter stories about the various demons in Helltaker, and for some reason I decided to start with the one that causes the most problems with perspective. Thanks to  @MasterXploder for editing and for coming up with the triplets' names. Mark of the Beast -- “We messed up.” The Triple Demon’s faces were even paler than usual and their worries showed clearly on their faces. “Harassing neighbors again? What did you do?” Life had gotten hectic, to say the least, since returning from Hell. This wasn’t the first problem the Helltaker had needed to deal with today, but he could at least hope it would be the last. “...” The three dog-eared demons didn’t answer, just staring blankly at the door. “Why are the police at the door?” In most other situations he’d be glad that emergency services were still willing to respond to the house - Pandemonica wasn’t known for her restraint after all, - but this had the potential to get complicated in a hurry. “...” The only hint the triplets offered was a glance in the direction of the neighbor’s house and a wet patch visible on each of their slacks. -- While the corruption of the mortal realms was still their stated goal, Cer, Ber, and Rus were content to take a more leisurely approach to the task. Sabotaging the humans’ communications would be delightfully fun, but would likely earn Malina’s ire. Destroying a few roads would be a decent workout, but Luci would probably start complaining if they couldn’t get ingredients for pancakes and denying Pandemonica her coffee could only end badly. All three of them shared a collective shudder at the idea.  For now they were content to explore the rather alien surroundings of the human world with all its strange sights, sounds and scents. Unfortunately, one scent in particular was proving quite annoying; the humans living next door kept a pitiful excuse for a dog as a pet and the blessed thing kept trying to mark all the trees in the area as its own. No matter how many times they tried to drown out its scent, the infuriating creature continued. Growling at it as it walked by didn’t seem to faze it either; the furball knew that it was untouchable as long as its master was present. Well, no more. Today they would be claiming that dog’s territory and nothing was going to stop them. With several mugs of coffee made to Pandemonica’s exacting specifications quickly filling each of their bladders, the triplets were more than ready to get their revenge. As the three demons strode up to the neighbor’s home, there was a noticeable tightness in their lower bodies as they tried to keep their legs pressed together. As one of the triplets headed for the tree in their front yard, the other two climbed the steps to the porch. That furball wasn’t going to have the option to ignore them anymore; the three of them would stake their claim to its favorite tree and to any way that it wanted to get out into the wider world.  As Cer approached her chosen tree she was already unbuckling her belt, getting ready to pull down her pants and give the tree all the water it would take. As she did, her sisters pulled down their own, Ber squatting over the welcome mat and Rus remaining standing and aiming for an open window that flanked the doorway. As Rus stood there with her pants pulled down to her knees and her bare butt facing the street, she grinned at the thought of what she was about to do. Maybe that little shit wouldn’t be so eager to bark at people from this window once she was done.  With one hand pressed on either side of her nethers, she tightened her lower stomach and began forcing the pee inside of her out. The slightly yellow liquid spread into a fan-shaped spray of droplets, rattling against the screen of the window. Seeing and hearing the splashing as her urine drenched the windowsill her nemesis loved sitting on, she just couldn’t help but start laughing.  As Rus got her relief, a similar scene was playing out nearby; Ber chose to squat directly in front of the front door, mooning the street just as thoroughly as her sister. Her own stream began as more of a dribble, her pee soaking into the fabric of the welcome mat as she went. As it picked up momentum and exceeded the mat’s ability to absorb liquid a puddle began to pool on its surface before running over the edge and onto the porch floor. With one hand holding her pants out of the line of fire and the other bracing herself against the ground, she leaned backwards, allowing her stream to spray up and into an arc that splashed against the dog entrance set into the house’s front door. Despite being in the middle of the yard, Cer probably had the most privacy of the triplets as she squatted down with the tree between her body and the street. It wasn’t big enough to hide her presence completely, but no one walking by would get a view of her nethers. As soon as her pants were out of the way a jet of pee sprayed from between her legs and onto the tree’s roots, splashing into a foaming puddle in the dirt. All three of them were more than happy with what they were doing, their own familiar scents drowning out that dog’s own and claiming this area as rightfully theirs. As three streams of pee sprayed against their targets, three pointed tails wagged back and forth as the demons attached to them let out sighs of relief. But all good things must come to an end, and their fun was interrupted somewhat dramatically. While they had timed their visit to match when the dog was off on a walk with its owner, the pair must have decided to take a shorter walk than usual. As soon as it caught sight of them, the little terror began barking and straining at its leash. Not one, not two, but three other dogs were marking its territory! This was absolutely unacceptable! While the furball might have lacked size, strength, or particularly large teeth, it also lacked the brains to realize just what a bad idea charging the demons near its home might be. As the enraged, dog-shaped missile flew towards Cer, she stood up to meet the creature’s charge with a predatory grin on her face. In her eagerness, she’d forgotten to pull up her slacks or even to stop her stream, which continued to spray from between her pale thighs and soak her pants and underwear. Hearing the barking of their enemy and their sister, Ber and Rus both tried to cut their own streams short and rearrange their clothes before they bounded off the porch to her aid. To any human watching what followed, little would be visible but a blur of red and black fabric with three sets of red eyes and flashing white teeth occasionally visible. -- “...” Cerberus managed to look at least slightly sheepish after telling their story. The Helltaker could feel a vein throbbing somewhere in his skull. Hopefully Malina would be willing to share some of her stash of vodka later; he could already tell that he was going to need it. “Right. I’ll go talk to them. Go see if Malina will let you hide in her room for a while.” Bracing himself, he walked towards the door. He’d talked down the rulers of hell, explaining the situation to the police couldn’t be too much worse, could it? Taking one last deep breath to steel his nerves, he opened the door to a pair of slightly bewildered police officers. “Pancakes?” -- P.S. If anyone's got suggestions for stories involving their favorite demons, especially Lucifer or Justice, I'd be happy to hear them.
New chapter finally, new demon girl. This demon girl in particular. https://twitter.com/vanripperart/status/1259453752274280448 --- After nearly a month of living in the human world, Malina had come to the conclusion that it was a bit of a mixed bag. Life in Hell had its downsides for sure, but it was familiar and she’d been able to spend most of her time alone and undisturbed. Zdrada’s visits had always been infuriating, and now that they shared a house those visits were coming much more frequently. Spending so much time around the Queen of Hell herself was also taking some getting used to, and the triplets had a habit of showing up whenever it was least convenient. The good parts were just so very good though. Lucifer had her pancakes, Pandemonica had her coffee, and Malina? She had turn-based strategies. There weren’t nearly as many as she’d initially hoped for, but after weeding out the dreck and reskins, she still had a sizable library to work through. On its own that would have been enough to keep her occupied for a good while, but the multiplayer was what had held her attention since she’d discovered it. Most of the players were probably worse than any AI the game could put her up against, but a contest with a truly good opponent was something utterly amazing. She could feel her face heating up just thinking about it. Unfortunately, multiplayer had one major drawback; while against an AI she could just pause the game and take care of anything that came up unexpectedly, human players tended to be far less understanding. When that combined with her drinking habits it could cause problems, to put it delicately. The plan had been to finish this match as quickly as possible and head for the bathroom to let what she’d had to drink back out, but fate had other plans. The Cerberus triplets had apparently needed a place to hide for a little while and had chosen her room.  “What do those numbers mean?” “Those demons look all wrong. They aren’t cute enough.” “Why are you playing as the boring army anyway?” They weren’t nearly as bad as Zdrada, but having them constantly hanging over her shoulders and asking questions was just delaying the end of the match. It shouldn’t have been this hard to make a push on the enemy’s base, but her focus kept getting pulled away either by the triplets or the pressure in her bladder. She could hear the wooden chair creaking as her legs twisted together and she tried to press herself against it, that little bit of extra pressure vital to keeping everything inside for just a few minutes longer. Finally, a knock on the door interrupted the three chattering demons. “Cerberus, are you still in there?” A somewhat concerned Helltaker called through the door. “The cops are gone for now, but you three should probably keep your heads down for a few days.” Finally the overly energetic dog demons were freed to go terrorize someone else, but the damage had already been done. She knew there was no way she’d be able to hold it until the end of the match and could feel the first few drops trying to dribble out. “O-oi, get over here,” she shouted to the Helltaker. “And close that door.” The triplets weren’t in the habit of leaving things the way they’d found them. “Sorry about sending them up here, they managed to get in a fight with the neighbor’s dog again-” As he made his way into her darkened room, the Helltaker tried to apologize. “Didn’t ask, don’t care. Get me that bottle, now,” she bit out, cutting him off mid-sentence and pointing to an empty vodka bottle that had rolled across the floor. The Sour Demon usually lived up to her name, but she seemed to be in an even worse mood than usual. “Is there something wrong?” “I’ve got maybe 30 seconds before I piss all over this chair and the floor. Bottle. Now.” The second the bottle was placed on her desk, she reached down to tear open the gusset of her tights, one hand going back to the mouse as quickly as possible while the other pulled the noticeably damp crotch of her underwear to the side. As she picked the bottle up she could feel a few drops of urine leak out, running across her skin and onto the chair, her bladder clearly unwilling to wait any longer now that it knew relief was at hand. Trying to split her focus between the problems unfolding on the screen in front of her and the one between her legs, the demon did her best to line the narrow mouth of the glass bottle up with the spurts that were coming faster and faster from her nethers. As soon as the cold glass touched her skin, a shiver ran through her body and a stream began spraying against the outside of the bottle, the warm liquid running over her hand and dripping to the floorboards. “Blessed thing!” She cursed as she tried to adjust the bottle’s position, letting go in earnest as soon as she could see the majority of the stream going down the inside of the bottle. As she relaxed her lower body a jet of urine shot down the narrow neck of the bottle, splashing against the glass bottom and bubbling as it joined the urine she’d already released against her will. As she turned her attention back to the game she could hear the sound of her release gradually shift from the hiss of a stream spraying a hard surface to the splashing of liquid into liquid. For a few blissful seconds, nothing else seemed to matter but the feeling of her pee rushing out into something that almost counted as a toilet.  As she fought the temptation to close her eyes and sigh, the sound changed again to a higher pitched splashing as the liquid level reached the bottle’s neck. That was bad, very bad. She knew that she had more than enough pee left to fill the bottle to the brim, and allowing it to overflow would create the exact kind of mess she was trying to avoid. As she fought to stop her stream she started frantically looking around for anything that could hold the rest of her pee. Her glass? No, it wasn’t nearly big enough and she wouldn’t be able to reach it without either dropping the bottle or shifting in her seat, both roads that would lead to disaster. She did have another bottle close at hand though, the two fingers of vodka left in it hinting at just how things had gotten to this point. In any normal situation she’d be loath to waste that much, but this really was a special case.  Unwilling to leave its task half-done, her bladder wasn’t interested in stopping her stream completely. With significant effort she was barely able to slow it down to a dribble, just as the liquid in the bottle neared the top. Ever so carefully she switched the full bottle out for the mostly empty one, the two different liquids sloshing inside them tempting her to just let go all over the floor. A few agonizing seconds later, the second bottle was in place and she could let her stream start again, the pale yellow of her urine quickly overtaking the clear liquid that had formerly had the bottle all to itself. As the bottle began to warm to the same temperature as the liquid inside it, Malina could finally feel her stream starting to wane as her bladder neared empty. As the source of her tension flowed out of her and she sagged into her chair in relief, something in the corner of her eye caught her attention; a very familiar red shirt over a pair of broad shoulders. “W-what do you think you’re looking at!? Get out! Out!”  A muffled apology trailed the Helltaker as he hastily left the room. ‘At least he was looking the other way,’ the demon tried to reassure herself. Carefully, she moved the two unpleasantly warm bottles, one full to the brim and the other maybe two-thirds full of a slightly paler liquid, to a spot on her desk where she wouldn’t be able to knock them over accidentally. As she tugged her skirt back into place she couldn’t help but wince at the wet, quickly cooling fabric of her tights and underwear. Everything she was wearing from the waist down would need to be cleaned, maybe burned for good measure, but at least the bare wood of the chair and floor would be easier to clean. For now though, it would have to wait. There was no way in Hell she was going to lose this match after everything she’d just done to avoid forfeiting.
It took a bit longer than I'd planned on, but I did get back to this. Inspired a bit by the omovember prompt list PPP posted. --- “You really couldn’t have picked a better time for this trip?” Lucifer, the former CEO of Hell asked, glaring at the line of stopped cars stretching down the highway. “I guess everyone else thought it was a nice day to visit the beach too,” her driver said with a shrug. “We could have waited for a day that it was raining, but I doubt you’d be happy with that either.” It was true, she’d demanded to be taken to the beach, just the two of them, and had even picked out her current outfit for it. A reasonably sedate bikini, a pair of shorts borrowed from Justice, and a red top of her own seemed more appropriate for the beach than her usual suit. The triplets had begged to join them, but apparently they were grounded over some incident with the neighbors. Or was there a warrant out for them? It hardly mattered anyway. “Is that backtalk I hear? Bold words for a mortal.” A smile tugged at her lips as she turned to glance at the Helltaker.  “No ma’am. Wouldn’t dream of it,” he said with a nervous chuckle. “It’ll probably clear up soon. We’ll be there in an hour, tops.” She wasn’t eager to admit it, but Luci hoped he was right. As she stared out the window, taking a sip of her iced coffee, she tapped her fingers against one bare, tensed thigh. The sooner they got moving, the sooner they’d reach their destination, and the sooner she’d be able to find a bathroom. The human world couldn’t be that dysfunctional, could it? --- “An hour, huh?” Lucifer’s fingers drummed against the edge of the window, her nails making a rhythmic clack as they struck the metal of the car door. They had moved in that hour, but no more than half a mile before traffic came to a complete stop again, dashing any hopes of making the promised deadline. “Uh… well, maybe something else went wrong? Sometimes one crash causes another.” He mentally flailed for some explanation to appease the increasingly irritated demon he was trapped in traffic with. “It almost seems like it would be faster to get out and walk at this rate,” she muttered, one pale thigh bouncing on top of the other as she crossed her legs. She could see those garish signs humans were so insistent on using to mark the stores along these roads off in the distance, seeming to taunt her with the prospect of relief. “We’re still far enough away that it would take most of the day to walk. This will clear up eventually, for sure.” “For your sake, I hope it does.” --- After another half hour of gridlock, the cars ahead of them finally began moving again, in a halting, stop and start pattern, only advancing a few feet at a time. She could see the exit off in the distance, but who even knew how long it would take to get there at this rate? She had one hand pressed between her legs and against her groin as her eyes searched for any suitable alternative inside the little steel and glass box she was trapped in. ‘Ah, that could work,’ she thought as they settled on her empty coffee cup. She knew it was watertight, and she could hardly pee out more than she’d taken in, so it should be large enough to avoid any problems with overflowing.  The only problem with the plan was the car’s other occupant, sitting with his shoulder barely a foot away from her own. ‘No, no way! He’s two centuries too early to see me like that!’ she thought, a blush rising from her neck, to her cheeks, to the tips of her horns at the thought of him watching her do something so private. She’d rather any of the faceless strangers in the cars boxing them in see her in that situation than have it be him. She was jolted from her thoughts as the gentle acceleration of the car came to an extremely abrupt halt as a pair of red lights in front of them got worryingly close. Even as the car stopped, the demoness’ momentum carried her forward, pressing her weight against the locked seatbelt holding her in place, a seatbelt that inconveniently ran directly across the bulge of her bladder protruding slightly from her otherwise flat stomach. The surge of pressure rapidly built and sent a spurt of hot liquid rushing from between her legs and into her shorts and swimsuit. “Are you doing that intentionally or are you just incompetent?” she yelled, audible even over the car’s horn, the words coming easily after her years of running Hell. “Sorry, sorry, just didn’t have a lot of room to stop there,” he replied sheepishly. Luci barely noticed his words and wasn’t in any position to respond to them, her full attention devoted to stopping the leak that had become a dribble and was now threatening to soak her swimsuit miles from any body of water. She mostly managed to stop it, but not as completely as she would have preferred. Even with both hands squeezed between her thighs, a few drops of warm urine were still soaking through the fabric and reaching her hands. It felt shameful to admit her lack of control, but making it to the humans’ preferred bathrooms simply wasn’t an option anymore. “Pull over,” she barked. “What was that?” he asked, barely hearing her over the sound of the other drivers honking their horns in frustration. “If you want to live to see the next hour, stop the car and pull over,” she said through gritted teeth. “Right now.” As he hurried to obey, she carefully removed one hand from between her legs to make preparations for what was about to happen, unhooking the seat belt that seemed to be the cause of all her current problems and fumbling with the buttons of her shorts. As soon as she felt the car lurch to a stop, the demoness threw open the door and practically leapt out into the hot sun. Recognizing the futility of trying to get them off one-handed, she used both to unbutton and unzip her shorts, feeling a stream slowly pick up and soak into the fabric between her legs without the pressure to stem the flow. As she tugged down her shorts and swimsuit to her knees, she could see that she was just a bit too late. Yellow streams were snaking down her pale thighs and there was a pronounced wet patch between the legs of her clothes.  Those first dribbles were soon dwarfed by the spray of urine that poured from her gates of Hell the very second she’d deemed her clothes out of the way, arcing through the air before spattering onto the road in front of her. She was well past the point where she would have bothered to aim and simply trusted that the immense pressure inside her body would carry the stream far enough to keep her clothes dry. ‘Mostly dry, at least,’ she mentally corrected herself, glancing down at the torrent splashing into the foaming puddle on the asphalt in front of her. She could almost feel the dozens of eyes from the other drivers, staring at the unexpected sight of what must look like some girl in a costume pissing on the side of the road. Let the insects stare, there was only one person anywhere nearby whose opinion she cared about at all. The Helltaker in question really had tried to give her some privacy, but had to admit even he was surprised at her boldness. He’d expected the demoness to open both doors and squat between them, but he had to admit that standing completely in the open was fitting somehow for the ruler of Hell itself. Well, bold or not, he was sure that some sort of punishment would be coming if she caught him staring at her pale, toned rear, and busied himself digging around in their bags for a towel to keep the passenger seat dry once the river rushing out of her finally ran its course. Placing a hand on her stomach, Luci could just barely feel the small bulge in her abdomen deflating as she emptied herself, the loud hissing that accompanied her release quieting as she neared empty. As the torrent dwindled to a trickle falling into her shorts before finally stopping, she let out a deep sigh before taking stock of her situation. “If I were wearing much of anything else it would probably be ruined,” she muttered, tugging at the lower half of her two-piece swimsuit, thankful that it was meant to get wet. ‘Silver linings,’ she thought as she climbed back into the car, barely noting the towel on the seat as the Helltaker tried to say something, probably a groveling apology. “Not. A. Word,” she hissed, a blush rising on her cheeks. “And I’ll be planning our stops on any of these trips in the future.”
So, this story comes from the request thread, courtesy of @LifeIsStrange. It's the first chapter of two, since there was more to the request. I also have ideas for several followup stories featuring different female rangers from different eras. Chapter One The bell rang, signaling the end of another school day at Angel Grove High. Jason, Zack, Kimberly, Billy, Trini and Tommy exited Ms. Applebey's classroom. Jason, Tommy and Zack were talking about their plans after school, while Billy was checking his notes. Kimberly and Trini, however, burst out of the room looking frantic. The two girls were working on a health class project, studying the effects of drinking eight glasses of water daily for two weeks. This was day three and the girls' bodies were still adjusting to the changes. Kimberly kept twisting her legs and holding herself. Meanwhile, Trini wore a tense expression on her face and couldn't stop bouncing up and down. Neither girl was able to go to the bathroom during class today, having used up their bathroom passes for the week. Their health teacher had offered to write the girls a note, but they had declined, not wanting special treatment. But now they were paying for their humbleness, as they'd had to hold for the last hour. "Argh! Kim, I have to pee!" Trini said with a slight laugh. Despite the discomfort, she had to admit it was kind of funny. Poor Kim was twisted up like a pretzel, and she was sure she looked just as funny. "Me too, Trini," replied Kimberly through gritted teeth. "Why did we agree to do our report on hydration?!" "You girls ok?" Jason asked, grinning at his two squirming friends. The guys knew about the project and couldn't help but be amused at their self-imposed plight. "They've been consuming such copious amounts of liquid that they're experiencing a severe need to micturate." That was Billy. "Say what?" asked Zack. "He said we need to pee really bad," Trini translated. "And he's not wrong," she added, crossing her legs tightly, matching Kimberly's stance. "I'm sure Ms. Applebey would have let you go during class, if you explained the situation to her," said Tommy. "And then we'd be known as the girls with the tiniest bladders in school? No thanks," answered Kim. "Ugh, can we stop talking about it and go to the bathroom?!" Trini asked, sounding very desperate. "Before I wet myself?" The guys laughed. "Go," said Jason. "We'll catch you girls at the Juice Bar," added Zack. With that, Trini and Kimberly took off down the hall, practically running. *************************************************************************************************** From her palace on the Moon, Rita Repulsa gazed through her telescope, observing the girls as they headed for the bathroom. "Perfect," she thought. "PUTTIES!" she shouted. "ATTACK!!!" *************************************************************************************************** Kimberly and Trini rushed down the hall, towards the nearest girls room. Kimberly was wearing a pair of jeans shorts that showed off the aspiring gymnast's long legs. She also wore a pink button-down shirt, while her brown hair rested at her shoulders. Trini, meanwhile, wore a pair of black yoga pants and a plain yellow shirt. The Asian girl's black hair hung down the back of her neck. Both girls cut very stunning figures on an everyday basis. Right now, though, the only thing on either of their minds was getting to the bathroom before they embarrassed themselves. But, just as they reached the promised land, there was a flash, then a swarm of Putties appeared in front of them. "Now?!" Trini asked desperately. "Seriously, Rita?!" Kimberly shouted in exasperation, as they assumed battle stances. The two girls engaged the Putties, but in their current state, they were no match for the foot soldiers. Trini tried to fight off two Putties, but both clay commandos caught her with simultaneous kicks to the stomach, doubling her over in pain. Instinctively, her hands dropped to her crotch, as she was afraid she'd lose control and leak. "Trini!" Kim shouted in concern as her friend scooted back against a wall, trying to maintain control over her bladder. "I'm ok!" replied Trini, to Kim's relief. That relief was short lived, however, as one Putty grabbed her around the waist, from behind, causing her to squeal in surprise. She clenched as the creature's arm squashed her full bladder. "Come on, Kimberly," she muttered to herself. "Hold it, hold it..." "Hang on girls!" It was Jason. The guys charged in, helping the girls fight off the Putties. The Putty holding Kim let her go in order to help his comrades, who were taking a beating from the more focused guys. Kim decided to make a run for the girls room, but Goldar, Squatt and Baboo appeared in front of her and Trini. "Hahahaha!!! I don't think so, Power Rangers!" "Goldar! Please, Trini and I have to go, like, really REALLY bad!" Trini nodded, both girls pleading with the gold monster to let them pass. "I'm sorry, ladies, but Rita has plans for you! Putties! Forget the others, grab these two! NOW!!!" The Putties seemed to snap back to attention, charging the girls. Tommy tried to stop them, but was knocked back, as we're Jason, Zack and Billy. As Trini watched, Goldar suddenly grabbed her. She gasped, then disappeared from view. Kim tried to make a desperate dash for the bathroom, but a Putty grabbed her by the back of her pants, yanking her back. Kim winced at the wedgie she received, then felt a familiar jolt go through her body as she disappeared as well. "Trini! Kim!" Jason shouted, as his two friends vanished. "We've gotta call Zordon," said Zack. Jason punched his communicator. "Zordon, we've got problems." "YES, JASON. ALPHA AND I HAVE BEEN MONITORING THE SITUATION. TELEPORT TO THE COMMAND CENTER IMMEDIATELY." The guys lined up and tapped their communicators, vanishing in streaks of red, black, blue and green light. *************************************************************************************************** Kim felt another jolt, then she opened her eyes and found herself in a dark room, lit only by some red candles in every other candlelabrum. She stood with her legs pressed tightly together. She bent over slightly, her hands buried deep into her crotch. "Where am I? Trini?! Where are you?!" "Kim?! Is that you?!" Kimberly heard her friend's voice, but it sounded muffled, as if she was on the opposite side of a door or wall. "Does Rita even have doors?" she wondered. It was a silly thought, but it temporarily took her mind off of more pressing matters. "Yeah, it's me, Trini! Are you ok?" "Yeah, except that I have to pee like a racehorse." Kim winced. "Me too. Where are you?" "I'm in a dark room with a few candles. How about you?" "Ditto. This must be Rita's doing!" "HAHAHAHA!!! RIGHT YOU ARE, RANGERS!!!" "Rita!" Trini exclaimed, as if it could be anyone else. "I don't suppose you have a bathroom around here," said Kim dryly. "NOT FOR YOU TWO, I'M AFRAID. I'M SURE YOU BOTH MUST BE BURSTING, FROM ALL THAT LIQUID INSIDE YOU." Kim squirmed. "ALL THAT PENT UP PEE, WITH NOWHERE TO GO. I BET YOU'D LOVE TO JUST PLOP DOWN ON A TOILET AND LET LOOSE.. " "STOP!!!" That was Trini. "Listen to me, you witch! Kim and drank TWICE our weight in water today and we haven't been to the bathroom since lunchtime. If you don't let us use a toilet, you will wish you did!" Kim was shocked by her friend's outburst, but Rita just cackled. "OH MY DEAR, YOU ONLY THINK YOU HAVE TO PEE. WHEN I'M THROUGH WITH YOU, YOU'LL KNOW WHAT IT TRULY FEELS LIKE TO HAVE TO GO!!!" Both girls gulped loudly. Suddenly, Kim felt her body being pulled against the wall. "What's going on?!" "Kim! Something's happening!" "Trini!" Both girls felt metal cuffs appear around their ankles and wrists. Their legs were forced apart by the structure of the pillars they were being chained to, making their need that much worse. "Kim, my arms and legs are chained to the wall!" "Mine too, Trini!" "I have to pee sooooo bad!" "Ugh, Trini, please! I'm about to burst!" "HAHAHAHA!!! AND WE'RE JUST GETTING STARTED!!!" A metal strap suddenly appeared around Kim's waist. "Rita, what is this?" The strap began to tighten. "Rita stop! Don't!" Trini screeched, "DON'T YOU DARE PUT THAT THING AROUND M-AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!! OHMYGAWD STOP!!!!" "OWWWWW!" Kim screamed as the strap squashed her bladder. "HAHAHAHA!!! I'VE BEEN LOOKING FORWARD TO THIS!!!!" "Argh... Kim, my bladder's going to explode!!" "Rita, why are you doing this?!" Kim demanded. "BECAUSE I WANT TO SEE YOU BOTH WET THOSE PRETTY PANTIES OF YOURS!!!" "That's sick!" said Kimberly. "Our friends will rescue us!" added Trini. "OH I'LL TAKE CARE OF THAT!!!" *************************************************************************************************** "Finster!" Rita called out, no longer projecting her voice to Kimberly and Trini. "Finster, I need a monster! Something to keep the other four Power Rangers busy while I play with their pretty female companions." "My Queen, I have just the thing. Prepare to meet the Rhinocesauruscorn!! Part Rhinoceros, part Tyrannosaurus, part Unicorn, ALL WOMAN!! She'll deal with those meddlesome teenagers once and for all!!" "Excellent! Do it, Finster. I have to return to our pretty prisoners." *************************************************************************************************** *WHEW* *WHEW* *WHEW* In the Command Center, the alert siren was going off. "Zordon, what's going on?!" asked Zack. "RITA HAS SENT DOWN THE RHINOCESAURUSCORN TO KEEP YOU PREOCCUPIED." "But what about Kim and Trini?" Jason asked "ALPHA AND I WILL CONTINUE TO LOOK FOR THEM WHILE YOU FOUR BATTLE THE MONSTER. YOU MUST GO, NOW!" "It's Morphin time!" Jason called out. "DRAGONZORD!" "MASTODON!" "TRICERATOPS!" "TYRANNOSAURUS!" The four guys disappeared from the Command Center and reappeared in the city. "There it is," said Tommy. The Rhinocesauruscorn was a large, imposing figure, with dinosaur-like feet, leathery grey skin, a silver lingerie set(covering the monster's inexplicably curvy rear end and large breasts), a sparkling white horn on her forehead, alluring blue eyes, full, juicy pink lips and long, luxurious blonde hair. "Hello there, boys," said the monster in a sultry southern drawl that none of them were expecting. "We're gonna have us a good time." The four Rangers looked at each other and gulped... *************************************************************************************************** Kim and Trini were still chained to pillars in Rita's dungeon. Trini squirmed against her bonds, but all it did was pull the chains tighter, including the one against her bladder. The more she struggled, the more her poor, aching bladder was crushed by the metal strap. "Argh..." she grumbled. She was in pain from the amount of liquid trapped inside her abdomen at that moment. Elsewhere, Kimberly was experiencing the same feelings. Her tummy felt like it was on fire. The pressure in her bladder kept getting worse, yet here she was, chained to this wall, at the mercy of an evil space witch. The strap against her abdomen was uncomfortable, but she found if she didn't struggle, it wasn't too bad. But the fact that she already felt like a human water balloon meant that it was only a very small comfort. "I have to goooooo..." she whined under her breath. "RANGERS!!!" Rita's voice bellowed, startling both girls (Kim let out a small spurt before regaining control). "THIS IS SOMETHING I'VE BEEN LOOKING FORWARD TO FOR A LONG TIME!!" Both girls braced themselves for whatever Rita had in store. But instead of a spell or a physical attack, nothing happened. Trini and Kim sighed in relief, but then. Drip. Drip. Drip. Trini closed her eyes and tilted her head back, while Kimberly just groaned. "DRIP! DRIP! DRIP, RANGERS!" Rita then appeared in front of Kimberly. "Come on, Kimberly. Drip! Drip in your undies!" She then appeared in front of Trini. "Just like a leaky faucet, Trini. Drip!" It took every ounce of willpower the girls had to not wet themselves. Trini gritted her teeth, while Kim hummed to herself. Both girls clenched every muscle they could, even as the sound of dripping water tormented their already tortured bladders. They both wanted relief so badly, but neither could stand the humiliation of actually wetting themselves. Rita took notes of Kimberly, who was humming "Three Blind Mice" to herself. "Oh poor, little Kimberly. Let me help you out." She then began projecting her voice for both girls to hear. "THE ITSY BITSY SPIDER WENT UP THE WATERSPOUT! DOWN CAME THE RAIN..." Both girls tensed up. "AND WASHED THE SPIDER OUT!" Trini groaned, wishing she could cover her ears. Kim tapped her fingers frantically against the wall. "THEN ALONG CAME THE RAIN..." "You already sang that part!" Kimberly yelled. "AND WASHED THE SPIDER OUT!" "Oh my God, enough!" Trini said. "DOWN CAME THE RAIN AND WASHED THE SPIDER OUT!!!!" "STOP!!!" screamed both girls. "HAHAHAHA!!! FINE THEN. BUT I'LL BE BACK SOON FOR ROUND 2!!!" Drip. Drip. Drip. "If I get my hands on her..." muttered Trini as Kimberly groaned and shut her eyes. Drip. Drip... *************************************************************************************************** In the city, the other Rangers charged the Rhinocesauruscorn. Tommy struck with his Dragon Dagger, then Jason with his sword. "Now really, boys, is this how you treat a lady?" asked the monster, before she knocked the two to the ground. Zack and Billy tried their luck, but the monster was able to throw both of them onto a nearby parked car. "Really. It's time to teach y'all some manners. Starting with..." She aimed back and forth between the four Rangers, before settling on Billy. "You!" She then fired a beam of psychedelic colored energy at the Blue Ranger, who seemed to go into a trance. "Billy! You ok?!" asked Jason, concerned. "Blue Ranger, do you vow to obey me and only me?" "Yes, Mistress," responded the mesmerized teen. "Yo Billy, snap out of it, man!" Zack called out. "Then destroy the others!" "Yes, Mistress!" "Aw man!" Tommy said. Billy drew his Power Lance and charged at his teammates... *************************************************************************************************** Drip. Drip. Drip. Trini was in agony. She had squirmed and struggled so much, that the strap around her waist couldn't get any tighter. Her bladder was pushed in, causing the Yellow Ranger painful spasms. There was no question that she had to pee, quite badly. "I can't hold it much longer," she thought. "But wetting myself? I could never! What would my friends think?!" She would just have to keep holding it in, until the choice was out of her hands. She just hoped she would be rescued before her muscles have out on her... Drip. Drip. Drip. Kim tried in vain to free her wrist from the chains. "If I could just get my hand between my legs, I'd be..." her thoughts trailed off. We wanted to say she'd be ok, but the truth was, she was past that. She had already released a (small) spurt of urine into her panties. And while it had only been a tiny amount, the seal had been broken. The Pink Ranger knew it was only a matter of time before the floodgates opened. "But that would be sooooo humiliating!" she thought. She couldn't wet herself. She had no choice but to tough it out for as long as she could. "HAHAHAHA!!! I TOLD YOU I'D BE BACK!!!" Rita's voice again startled both girls, this time, Trini felt her muscles start to give way. "Nononononono!!!" she thought, as she forced her sphincter closed, using every bit of strength she had. She wasn't sure, but she thought a drop had gotten out. She moaned in pain, caused by a combination of her restraints and the effort it had taken to avert disaster. She wasn't sure she'd be able to handle whatever Rita had planned next... *************************************************************************************************** Billy struck Jason with his Lance, knocking the Red Ranger to the ground. "For you, Mistress!" "Good boy," the monster said. "But please, call me Rhiannon." "Yes, Mistress." "Eh, whatever. Hmm... I think you could use some back up, though." She powered up her horn, chose her target, then fired another powerful beam of energy, engulfing Zack. The Black Ranger slumped over, completely under Rhiannon's control. "Do you hear me, Black Ranger?" "Yes, Mistress." "Get the Green Ranger!" Immediately, Zack attacked Tommy, who tried to block without having to hit his friend. "Zack, man, take it easy!" "Come on, Zack! Fight it, man!" yelled Jason. "Mistress said get the Green Ranger!" Zack leapt in the air and delivered a jump kick, knocking Tommy to the ground, where he landed right at Rhiannon's feet. "Your turn, darlin'," she said as she fired her mesmerizing ray at Tommy. The Green Ranger, who had been trying to get up, dropped to his knees in submission. "I am at your command, Mistress." The monster grinned, as Billy, Zack and Tommy surrounded Jason. "Three down, one to go..." *************************************************************************************************** Drip. Drip. Drip. "WELL, IT SEEMS YOU TWO HANDLED ROUND ONE OK. BUT NOW, LET'S REALLY HAVE SOME FUN!!!" *WHOOSH!!!* Suddenly, the dripping sound turned into a gushing sound. Both girls let out loud moans as the sound tortured them and messed with their minds. They wanted to release their bladders so badly already and this was making it worse. At least they had been able to tune out the dripping after a short amount of time. But now this gusher was reminding them of the gushers they wanted to make themselves. "HAHAHAHA!!! HOW DOES THAT FEEL?! KIMBERLY?" "Rita, please, stop this. I can't take much more. Please don't make me have an accident!" "TRINI?" "I'm in pain. I don't know how much longer I can last!" "AWWWW. SO SORRY, RANGERS. MAYBE THIS WILL HELP!" Suddenly, the girls were surrounded by water imagery. Waterfalls. Babbling Brooks. Sprinklers. Hoses. Showers. Toilets. Trini and Kimberly groaned and squirmed and closed their eyes. This was too much. Rita was really going to torture them until they wet themselves! Was there any hope of escape?! *************************************************************************************************** "Aye aye aye Zordon! The Rhinocesauruscorn has three of the Rangers under her control! And we still haven't been able to get a fix on the girls!" "RITA IS HOLDING THEM HOSTAGE, WE JUST DON'T KNOW WHY. BUT SHE MUST HAVE THEM IN HER POCKET DIMENSION. IF WE CAN GET THEM OUT, THEN WE SHOULD BE ABLE TO TELEPORT THEM BACK TO EARTH." "But Zordon, how do we free them from the pocket dimension?" "JUST DO EXACTLY AS I SAY, ALPHA. WE ARE GOING TO SAVE OUR GIRLS." *************************************************************************************************** *WHOOSH* Kimberly was on the verge of wetting herself. There was no doubt in her mind what the outcome of this situation was. She longed to be able to cross her legs or hold herself or do any number of small other things to relieve the pressure, but it was hopeless. "There's no use delaying the inevitable, I guess." Kim started to relax... *WHOOSH* Trini was in unbelievable agony. Her bladder was being squeezed by the metal strap, trapping it inside her abdomen like a trash compactor. Her tummy and her lower back ached from the weight of her bloated bladder. It would be so easy to just let it all out right now... "HEY! STOP! WHAT'S HAPPENING?!" The girls could hear Rita shouting, then felt everything around them shaking. Suddenly, they were upside down! "Trini, what's happening?" "Hang on Kim!" Both girls screamed as the restraints disappeared and they started falling. They each let out a few spurts of pee as they suddenly landed on the ground. When they opened their eyes, Rita was sitting on the floor of her palace. Trini looked up and smiled, as she jammed her hands between her legs, while bouncing on her butt. It was the Megazord! *BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP* Kim hit a button on her communicator, then held herself with her free hand. "Thanks for the rescue, Zordon!" "But how did you find us?" Trini asked, while squirming uncontrollably. "Hold up," said Kim. "Zordon, before we go into details, Trini and I really, REALLY need to go to the bathroom!" Kim was bent over "Really!" Trini added with a giggle, her legs twisted up like a balloon animal. "I'M SORRY RANGERS, BUT THERE'S NO TIME. THE RHINOCESAURUSCORN HAS BILLY, ZACK AND TOMMY UNDER HER CONTROL. JASON NEEDS YOUR HELP!" Both girls groaned. "Stupid Rita," said Trini, casting a death glare at their nemesis. "Let's go help our friends." Kim turned beet red as she held herself harder. "Ugh, don't say "go!"" Trini smiled and patted Kim on the leg, the Pink Ranger returning the smile. Both girls grimaced as they pulled themselves up to their feet, their bladders pulsing, burning, throbbing, screaming to be emptied. They both reached behind them... "IT'S MORPHIN TIME!" "PTERODACTYL!" "SABERTOOTH TIGER!" The girls felt themselves being teleported to the city, their bodies temporarily dematerializing, before reforming in the middle of Downtown Angel Grove. They briefly held themselves, before assuming battle stances, at least as much as their bodies would allow them in their current state. They saw the Red Ranger being held by the Blue, Black and Green Rangers, who were dragging him towards the monster. Jason looked up and saw the girls. "Kim! Trini! Am I glad to see you two!" Just as he said that, Rhiannon blasted him, putting him under her power. "JASON!" both girls screamed as the team leader succumbed to the monster's power. "HAHAHAHA!!!" The monster turned to face the girls. "Well, now that it's just us ladies, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Rhiannon..." "Yeah, that's nice," said Trini. "But we're in a hurry here?" "Yeah," said Kim. "Nature calls." "RHIANNON!!!" Rita's voice boomed overhead. "I WANT THEM TO BE HUMILIATED!!! BEFORE YOU DESTROY THEM... DESTROY THEIR BLADDERS!!!!" "My pleasure! PUTTIES!! ATTACK!!" The gray foot soldiers appeared, surrounding Kim and Trini. Exasperated, the two girls attacked, more aggressively than either was usually known for being. But Rita was going to learn why you never come between a girl and the bathroom. Trini pulled out her daggers and struck a charging Putty, causing it to instantly disappear. Kim started firing arrows, which struck and disintegrated every Putty they hit. Trini then dove at the monster, throwing he daggers, which bounced off her massive breasts. "Huh?" Kim leapt up, landing on Trini's shoulders. She then fired several arrows, which bounced off the monster as well. "What?!" "HAHAHAHA!!!" The monster cackled as both girls resumed holding themselves. "Your weapons are useless against my impenetrable armor!" The monster fired an energy blast, which caused both girls to be wracked with pain. They flew through the air and landed on top of a pair of parked cars. "Oh no!" Trini gasped. "Trini, what is it?" "I'm leaking!" Trini responded in a horrified whisper. The monster approached the Rangers, smiling triumphantly. "And now you're mine, Rangers!" She went to grab Trini, but Kim kicked the monster in the face. Rhiannon responded with a slap, knocking Kim back to the ground. She then reached down and picked up Trini. "Say goodnight, Yellow Ranger!" Trini struggled in the monster's grasp, but as she did, she felt her last bit of control vanish. Her face turned bright red under her helmet, as she began flooding her suit. "Oh my God," she thought. "I can't believe I'm wetting myself! And in my Ranger costume, too!" But as embarrassed as she was, at the same time, she couldn't deny how good it felt to finally let it out. She had been in agony, her bladder stretched beyond it's limits, beyond anything she had ever felt before. She let out a sigh of relief, which soon turned into an almost-orgasmic moan. Part of her wouldn't have minded if she kept peeing forever... Kim looked on in horror as urine began to leak through Trini's suit, turning it a darker shade of yellow. She felt bad for her best friend, but at the same time, watching Trini wet herself only made her need that much worse. Her abdomen was swollen, even through her suit, she looked bloated. It was only a matter of time before her own muscles gave out on her. She at least took comfort in the fact that their humiliation would be shared. The urine started dripping on to Rhiannon's armor... "AHHHHHHH!!! WHAT IS THIS FOWL SUBSTANCE?! IT BURNS!!!" Trini snapped out of her reverie and cut off her flow (painful as that was). "Huh?!" Something was hurting the monster! She looked down and saw that the monster's "bra" was melting. Then she realized. "Kim! The monster is harmed by urine!" "Are you kidding me?! How is that possible?!" "Who cares, at least we have an excuse to pee!" Trini exclaimed as she resumed her business. "On the monster?!" "Do you have to go or not?!" "IT BURNS!!! MAKE IT STOP!!" "...Trini, our lives have gotten really weird!" "Kim, stop whining and just pee, already!" "NOOO!! MY SERVANTS!!! STOP HER!!!" Jason, Zack, Billy and Tommy snapped to attention and surrounded Kimberly. Kim assumed a defensive stance, but immediately felt the painful, burning pressure in her bladder. Zack and Billy grabbed her arms, while Tommy and Jason drew their weapons. "Please guys, it's me, Kimberly!" Jason struck with his sword, causing sparks to explode across Kim's chest. "Ow!" Kim felt herself being yanked back up, as Tommy slashed her with his Dagger, causing more sparks. Kim was ready to explode, but she struggled to hold it in. Trini was depending on her, but she didn't know how much more she could take. Trini was still draining herself over the monster, who's breast armor had completely dissolved by now. "Ugh. Hold on..." Trini cut her stream off again, but she still had plenty left in her tank. "Oh my God, this sucks!" She desperately tried to reposition herself over the monster's lower body. "ARGH!! GREEN RANGER!! STOP THE YELLOW RANGER!!!" Trini got herself in position, but before she could release the rest of her urine, Tommy's Dragon Dagger connected with her chest, causing sparks to fly , along with Trini herself. "AHHHHHHH!!" Trini crashed against a dumpster. "No! Nononono!!" Trini cried out as her bladder emptied the rest of it's contents on it's own. As she sat in a puddle of her own pee, her exhausted bladder totally empty, she realized that it was up to Kimberly now. "Kim, hang on! I'm coming!" Kim absorbed another blow from Jason's power sword, which not only caused sparks to explode, it ripped through her costume, exposing her bulging abdomen. Rhiannon leaned against a parked car, watching the battle. "GET HER! FORCE THE PISS OUT OF HER!!! BUT ONLY I GET TO DESTROY HER!!" Kim winced as Billy and Zack tightened their grip, her bladder on fire. Trini was in awe at how swollen her friend's bladder really was. Thinking quick, the Yellow Ranger leapt up and struck Zack, then Billy with her daggers. "Sorry, guys!" she said, as she then pivoted in mid-air (much easier now that her bladder wasn't weighing her down) to hit Jason. All three male rangers were knocked to the ground. "Hurry, Kim!" Kim ran towards the monster, who fired an energy beam at her. Kim dodged and leapt up, but wasn't able to get her usual height. As she drew her bow, she was knocked out of the air by Tommy's Dragon Dagger. The impact tore the rest of the top of her costume, exposing her chest, covered only by her pink bra. She fell to the ground in agony, one hand holding her crotch, while the other rubbed her swollen abdomen. She was dying, she had to pee so bad. She couldn't hold it in much longer, or she would explode. Tommy stood over her, his weapon drawn. Trini moved to help Kim, but was grabbed and thrown aside by Jason, her head crashing against a brick wall, knocking her out. "Trini!" Kim shouted. "HAHAHAHA!!! Poor Pink Ranger, stripped and helpless. And look at that big target!" Rhiannon laughed, pointing at Kimberly's swollen bladder. "Green Ranger, kick her in the bladder!" Tommy stood over Kim, menacingly. He lifted his foot, but Kim put her hands up. Tommy kicked her hands aside, then stomped down hard on Kim's abdomen. The Pink Ranger whined uncomfortably as her entire stomach was wracked with pain. She could feel the urine starting to leave her bladder, flowing into her urethra. "Oh no!" she gasped in horror. "AGAIN!!!" shouted the monster. Tommy lifted his foot, directly over Kim's bladder... *THUD* Trini threw one of her daggers, knocking Tommy's to the ground. As Tommy looked up, the second dagger hit him in the chest, knocking him down. "Kim!" "Trini, it's coming out!" "Damn it Kimberly, you will not let a drop out until you're on that monster!" "I can't help it, Trini! I'm-" "Jump." "Huh?" "Jump towards me, Kim." "But-" "Just jump, then get ready to pee!" "I've BEEN ready to pee, Trini!" "JUMP!!" yelled Trini Kim took a running start a leapt as high as her aching bladder would allow her. Trini caught her feet and launched her towards the monster. "Now, Kim! PEE!!!" "Uhhh!" As Kim sailed through the air, she felt her last bit of control slip away as her bladder emptied, with more force than she had ever experienced before. Her panties and costume bottom were already soaked before she even landed. She sprayed the monster with her urine as she flew towards it, landing crotch-to-crotch with her. "ARGH!! STOP IT!!!!" the monster screamed, her voice dripping with agony. "YOU'RE BURNING ME!!!" Trini watched as the monster smoked and began to spark. "Keep it up, Kim! You've got her!" Trini couldn't believe how forcefully Kim's pee was coming out of her. Her own stream had been slow and steady and lasted a while, but Kim had a waterfall coming of her out of her. “Gawd that feels goooood...” moaned Kim. “STOP IT!” Kim had dissolved the monster’s metal panties. “Got anything left, Kim?” asked Trini. “A bit,” answered Kim, still in a daze. Trini nodded, then launched herself at the monster, hitting her hard in the chest with her daggers. “Kim, finish her off! Pee on her face!” “...seriously?!” “KIM! Do it!” Kim sighed and arched her back, causing some of her urine to flow onto the monster’s face. “NO!! STOP!! I CAN’T TAKE ANYMORE!!!” The monster was smoking and sparking hard now. “Trini, I think I’m done!” “Good job, Kim! I think I have enough reserves to end this fight!” With that, Trini leapt into the air and landed in a squatting position over the monster’s face. As Kim rolled off and sprawled on the ground, exhausted, Trini forced another long stream, drowning the monster’s face in pee. “NOOOOOO!!! I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!!” yelled Rita as her monster sparked and smoked, then exploded! Trini lost her balance and fell on her butt, the remaining pee she had in her forming another small puddle under her. The Yellow Ranger breathed a sigh of relief. They had defeated the monster and finally relieved themselves. The other Rangers shook their heads, trying to clear their mind’s of the monster’s control. “Man, what happened?” asked Zack. “I feel completely discombobulated.” said Billy. “Kim? Trini?” Tommy noticed the two female Rangers, particularly Kimberly, who’s bra-covered chest was exposed to her teammates. “What happened to you two?” asked Jason, noticing their soaked costumes. “It’s a long story,” said Trini with a smile. “But if it makes you guys feel better, it was totally gross!” added Kim. The two girls laughed, as the guys looked confused…
Normally, I would never release a chapter I wasn't totally satisfied with, but I worked myself into a hole and just wanted to get this one done. The next chapter will feature Aisha and Scorpina and won't be ready for a while. With that said, here is the Rita chapter: Two weeks later... Kimberly was fixing her hair in the mirror when a toilet flushed. A few moments later, Trini came out of the stall, a relieved smile adorning her face. It was around 11am and the two were in the restroom at school. Trini approached Kim with her hand extended for a high five. "Girl, I feel like five pounds lighter!" "Ew, Trini! Wash your hands!" Trini blushed. "Oh. Right," she said, with a sheepish grin. She went to the sink next to Kim and washed her hands. "I'm so glad we got Ms. Higgins to write a note for all our teachers, excusing us to use the bathroom. I was getting tired of feeling like camel!" "I know," said Kim. "Not to mention..." she lowered her voice, just in case anyone walked in on them. "... wetting ourselves in a big fight wasn't exactly our finest moment as Power Rangers." "Hey, our bladders were the real heroes, Kim!" Trini giggled. She again offered her hand for a high five, which Kim accepted, in spite of herself. "Trini, that is soooo gross!" Kimberly said, giggling as hard as her best friend. "So, I think the presentation went well." "Definitely," said Trini. The girls had just come from health class, where they had delivered their report on hydration. "I'm just glad to be done with this project. I've never peed so much in my life!" Kim put her hand over her stomach. "Tell me about it. Just thinking about it makes my bladder hurt!" Trini put a hand on Kim's shoulder, as the bell rang. "Let's get going." The girls grabbed their bags and exited the restroom, joining Jason, Zack, Billy and Tommy, who were just coming from their previous class. "So how'd the report go?" asked Tommy. "Great," said Kim, giving her boyfriend a hug. "It's impressive that you girls were able to imbibe so much liquid and manage to endure the excessive micturition." "Huh?" asked Zack. "He's impressed by our ability to drink and pee so much." Trini translated. "Hey, no pain, no gain," said Kim with a laugh. "At least now, we can take it easy with our intake," said Trini. "Yeah, but," Jason began, his voice in a whisper. "What about Rita? What if she tries that truck again?" Kimberly and Trini looked at each other and smiled. "It's been taken care of." ********************************************** "HAHAHAHAHA!!!" Rita leaned into her telescope, watching the Rangers. "JUST WAIT UNTIL THOSE RANGERS ARE SUBJECTED TO MY SPELL!! I WARNED THEM, THEY ONLY THINK THEY KNOW WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO HAVE TO PEE!!!!" She walked over to her spell table and sat down, holding her wand over the skulls and candles. "OOH MA RA SHAH!! BLADDER SITTING EMPTY!! FILL IT UP PROMPTLY!! SHAH RAH FAH!!! I BEQUEATH TO THEE!! A DESPERATE URGE TO PEE!!" A blast of energy emitted from the wand, but for some reason, instead of hitting the earth, it bounced and hit Rita instead! "WHAT?! OH NO!!!" Goldar and Scorpina came running. "What's wrong, my queen?" asked Goldar, concerned. "I... I think I cast the spell on myself!" "What does that mean?" Scorpina asked, concerned.  Rita started squirming. "I... Have... To... GO." Rita pushed past her two soldiers, nearly knocking Scorpina to the ground. She ran up the stairs of her massive palace, to her private chambers. When she reached her private toilet and opened the door, however. "HELLO!" "HELLO!" It was the Power Rangers' friends, Bulk and Skull! Rita looked at the two punk teenagers. "AAAHHHHHHH!!!" "AAAHHHHHHH!!!!" "AAAHHHHHHH!!!!" "WHAT ARE YOU TWO IMBECILES DOING HERE?!" "Actually, the bigger question is WHERE is here?" Bulk replied. "THOSE WRETCHED POWER RANGERS!!! THEY DID THIS!!!" "Is that what happened?" asked Skull. "All I remember being at school, talking to Kimberly, who was actually being nice to me, then I felt a tingle, then we were here!" "Was it a tingle? I thought it was more of a spark," said Bulk. "Nah, it wasn't painful like a spark, it was like a massage almost..." "SHUT UP!!! BOTH OF YOU SHUT UP!!" "Whoa, take it easy lady!" "Yeah, relax!" "YOU TWO ARE GIVING ME A HEADACHE!! NOW GET OUT OF MY BATHROOM!!" "Yeah, ok, right away Miss!" Bulk and Skull both tried to exit the bathroom at the same time, falling over each other in the process. Rita put her hand over her face. She had to pee like nobody's business and the Power Rangers had set her up! "GET OUT OF MY WAY, YOU NUMBSKULLS!!!" Rita stepped across Bulk's back as she rushed into the bathroom. But the toilet lid wouldn't budge! "WHAT?! WHAT DID YOU MORONS DO?!" "Us? Nothing!" Skull said. "We would never do anything to your toilet, Miss!" "OH YEAH?! WELL I AM ORDERING YOU TO GET THE LID UP!! NOW!!" "Y-y-yes ma'am!" Bulk stammered. Rita hopped from foot to foot, anxiously. She had to go so badly, her spell that was meant for Kimberly and Trini. "Zordon must have cast a protection spell on them!" she thought. "And it bounced back twice as bad on me!" Rita grabbed herself through her dress, trying to hold back the contents of her aching bladder. But she needed the toilet as soon as possible, because magically-induced desperation was worse than normal desperation. Or at least, it was in this case, because Rita had wanted to make the Pink and Yellow Rangers piss themselves. But now she was the one in danger of having an embarrassing accident. "ARE YOU TWO IDIOTS DONE YET??!!!" "Um, not exactly, Miss," said Bulk. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN "NOT EXACTLY"?!" "We mean, the lid is stuck," said Skull. "WELL, GET IT UNSTUCK!!!" "We tried!" "YOU MORONS!!! TRY HARDER!!!" Bulk grabbed the lid and yanked on it. It didn't budge. "Um... Yeah, it's stuck." "NOOO!!!!" Rita screamed in frustration and discomfort. "GET OUT OF MY WAY, MORONS!!!" Rita grabbed her wand as Bulk and Skull rushed to move out of this angry woman's way. She aimed her wand at the toilet lid, which popped open... ...Along with a huge flood of water!!! "WHAT'S THIS?!" Rita shouted as water shot out of the toilet, drenching her, along with Bulk and Skull. Bulk and Skull tripped over each other, as Rita crossed her legs tightly. She grabbed her crotch, trying to hold back her waters. She was about to burst, but she wasn't about to piss herself in front of these humans. No, she had to hold it. She climbed on top of the bathtub, as the room was flooded with water. All that water was making her more desperate. Then it occurred to her that she was standing on the edge of the tub. She could pee down the drain! Rita hiked up her skirt and squatted on the edge of the tub. But just as she was about to release, she heard Goldar's voice. "My queen! Are you ok?! There's water leaking from your chambers!" Goldar burst into the room as Rita desperately tried to cover herself. "YOU FOOL! GET OUT!" But it was too late, as Goldar slid across the floor, barreling over Bulk and Skull in the process, as he slammed into Rita, knocking her into the tub! "NOOOO!!!" But it was too late. Rita simply couldn't hold on any longer and her bladder let go. Piss flooded out of Rita, into the tub. She could feel her dress getting wet from the hot urine flowing out of her. "My queen... I'm sorry..." "YOU DOLT!! GET THOSE TWO!!" Dutifully, Goldar lunged at Bulk and Skull, who suddenly disappeared. Rita stood up, soaked with pee. "THOSE POWER RANGERS!!! THEY'LL PAY FOR THIS!!!" *********************************************** Back in the Command Center, the Rangers were laughing as they watched Rita's plight on the Viewing Globe. "Hah, that'll teach Rita!" Zack shouted. "Thanks, Zordon," said Kimberly. "YOU ARE WELCOME, RANGERS. I BELIEVE RITA WILL THINK TWICE ABOUT TRYING HER TRICKS ON YOU AGAIN." Zordon was happy to help the Rangers get revenge. Of course, part of it was selfish, as he enjoyed humiliating his longtime enemy. But he would do anything for his Rangers, and if anyone did anything to them, he would make them pay... The end... For now...
New chapter!! It was a sunny Friday afternoon in Angel Grove. School had let out for the weekend and the six teens known as the Power Rangers had decided to celebrate the weekend with a picnic. Kimberly and Aisha had prepared sandwiches, the guys had brought music and games. After enjoying their meal, the group broke off into individual activities. Tommy and Rocky practiced Karate, Billy, Adam and Kimberly played Frisbee. As for Aisha, she decided to take a walk along the pond. The Yellow Ranger wore a denim overalls dress, with a yellow t-shirt and black aerobic shorts underneath. As she strolled along, enjoying the fresh air and the chirping of birds, she found herself zoning out, beginning to daydream. However, her reverie was about to be broken... "YELLOW RANGER!!" Aisha looked up to see Scorpina standing atop the hill. "Scorpina! It's morphin' time!" Aisha pulled out her morpher, but Scorpina fired a blast from her fingers, knocking it out of the black teen's hands. "Ow!" "So sorry," Scorpina said with a sneer. "But I've been waiting for this!" Scorpina fired another blast, this one hit Aisha in the chest and knocked her backwards. "AHHHH!!" The teen felt herself falling towards the pond, but at the last second, a portal opened behind her, sucking her in. Just as the teen disappeared, the others arrived on the scene. "Aisha!" Billy shouted. "HELP ME!!!" Aisha shrieked, as the portal closed. "Scorpina!" Tommy shouted. "What do you want with Aisha?!" Kimberly demanded. Scorpina just laughed. "PUTTIES!! ATTACK!!" A group of Putty Patrollers appeared before the Rangers. The five teens assumed fighting stances. "Take care of them, Putties!! Don't worry about your friend, Rangers. I have something special planned for her!" With that, Scorpina disappeared. The Putties charged the Rangers, who leapt into action. ************************************* "Oh, my head..." Aisha groaned. She lay on the cold, damp, muddy ground. She sat up and looked around. She was in a poorly-lit, cold cave or dungeon. There was a dampness in the air around her and she shivered. It reeked of feces and urine, and there was the sound of running water in the distance. "Well this is pretty gross," she said with a chuckle. "I hope there's at least a bathroom in this place!" A flash of light appeared, signaling the arrival of Scorpina. "Welcome to my home, Yellow Ranger! Isn't it lovely? I was sure to tidy it up before you got here." "Aw, thanks! I'd say I hope you didn't go to any trouble, but I think I have to worry about that." "Is that anyway to talk to your host? By the way, can I get you anything? A glass of water, perhaps? Yes? Here you go." A large glass filled with water appeared in her hand. She offered it to Aisha. "No thanks," the teen replied. "You got a bathroom in this place?" "Oh, Aisha. We're getting reacquainted. How've you been? I see you're still wearing the same tired hairdo." "Yeah, well, you know. You're looking well. Still got the same trashy taste in clothes. How many times I gotta tell you, girl? Gold does not look good with your complexion." "Hey, don't hate just because you can't pull it off. Now, I got you a glass of water, be a dear an drink up." "Hmph. Some host you are. I think I asked for the bathroom?" Scorpina laughed. "I believe I hold the power in this situation. It would be in your best interests to cooperate. Now drink." Aisha looked at the scorpion woman, then at the glass. With a lightning-quick move, she spin kicked Scorpina's arm, knocking the glass to the ground. Another kick sent Scorpina to the ground. "Don't make me ask again. Bathroom?" Scorpina snarled, then raised her hand, zapping Aisha with a powerful blast of white light. "Oh!" Aisha dodged, but her arm got hit. As she rubbed her elbow, Scorpina fired a second blast, this one hit her head on in the chest, causing her to crumble to the ground. "Ugh..." She felt dizzy. Scorpina stood over her, an evil smirk on her face. "I guess we're going to have to do this the hard way..." Scorpina tapped Aisha's forehead and immediately, the girl passed out... ************************************* "Hi-yah!" "Si-kai-yah!" "Ki-yah!" The Rangers were holding their own with the Putties, as Billy and Tommy took out a pair of the gray foot soldiers in unison, then allowed Kimberly to launch off their shoulders to take out two additional Putties. Rocky and Adam had likewise taken care of their business as the five teens regrouped. "What does Scorpina want with Aisha?" Adam wondered. "Whatever it is, it's trouble," Rocky replied. "She was transported through a dimensional warp. Scorpina must have sent her to her lair, wherever that is." "Do you think you can find her, Billy?" Kimberly asked, hopefully. "With the Command Center's computer and Alpha's help, I should be able to." "Then let's not waste any time, guys," replied Tommy. With that, the five teens teleported away in columns of white, red, black, blue and pink. ************************************* "Blast those Rangers!" Scorpina shouted. "They'll ruin everything!" She looked up at towards the sky. "LORD ZEDD! I NEED A MONSTER TO KEEP THE OTHER RANGERS BUSY!" "DONE. BUT NEVER TELL ME WHAT TO DO AGAIN!!" Scorpina sighed, then walked over to Aisha. The unconscious teenager was chained to a large boulder. "That will keep your friends from interrupting our fun." She conjured another glass of water. "Wake up!" She tapped Aisha on the forehead and the girl woke with a start. "Where am I?!" She looked up at Scorpina. "Oh great. You." She tried to stand, only to find her wrists and ankles bound as she straddled the large rock. "Seriously?" Scorpina smiled. "Now, Yellow Ranger, let's try this again," she said, holding the glass in front of Aisha's mouth. "Drink." She pushed the glass to the girl's lips and tilted it. Aisha had no choice but to lean her head back and open her mouth. Scorpina poured the liquid down her throat. Aisha thought she would choke, as she was forced to down the whole glass. "Mmph!! Hey! What's the big idea?!" she asked, coughing. "Oh, you'll see, my dear. Let's just say you're going to be the Yellow Ranger in more ways than one..." ************************************* Back at the Command Center, Billy was working at the computer, with the help of Alpha Five. *WHEW* *WHEW* *WHEW* "Oh no!" Kimberly yelled. "RANGERS, OBSERVE THE VIEWING GLOBE." On the screen, appeared a vile looking creature. It had grotesque brown talons for feet, with scaly horns on it's legs. It had a long, grey tail, spikes on it's back and shoulders, and a long, tubular neck. Its mouth and nose were curved into a razor-sharp beak. On its stomach, even more scales and flaps of skin. The monster fired red lasers at people in the park, causing them to scream and run. One teen girl tried to run, but tripped and fell to her knees. The monster stepped in front of her. "No need to bow to me, sweetheart, but I appreciate it," he said with a laugh. Then, one of the flaps of skin on his stomach opened, revealing a hose. "Oh yeah, that's right!" the monster cackled as he coated the girl in white plaster. The girl screamed as she was engulfed in the stuff. "Oh, quit your crying!" The monster then blasted the helpless girl with a red laser beam. The heat from the beam dried the plaster coating the girl and burnt off the excess. When he was done, what remained was a statue of this poor girl, kneeling in front of the monster, eyes wide, a look of horror frozen on her face. As the screen went blank, the Rangers looked at each other, shocked. "POWER RANGERS, THIS IS LORD ZEDD'S COCKDUSA MONSTER. AS YOU CAN SEE, HE HIDES A GIANT HOSE UNDER HIS SKIN FLAPS, WHICH CAN TURN PEOPLE INTO STATUES. HE MUST BE DEFEATED AT ALL COSTS. BILLY, YOU WILL REMAIN HERE TO CONTINUE THE SEARCH FOR AISHA. AS FOR THE REST OF YOU, GO, QUICKLY. AND MAY THE POWER PROTECT YOU." Tommy, Kimberly, Rocky and Adam reached for their Morphers. "It's morphin' time! TIGERZORD!" "MASTODON!" "PTERODACTYL!" "TYRANNOSAURUS!" The four teens, now in their Ranger costumes, teleported from the Command Center and landed in Angel Grove Park. They watched as the monster sprayed his plaster at a young couple who tried to run. "Guys! Look!" Rocky called to his teammates. The monster zapped the two teens with his laser, completing the transformation into statues. "Aw man!" Tommy said. "We've gotta stop this thing!" The monster turned his attention to the four costumed teens. "Ah, Power Rangers. I've been expecting you! Lord Zedd gave me my orders, bring you to him as trophies, celebrating his conquest of Earth!" "I don't think so, scale-brain!" Adam said defiantly. "Clearly, Zedd didn't tell you who you're dealing with!" "Oh really? Time to show you who's the real cock of the walk!" The monster drew a large lance from under one of his skin flaps. "Ok guys, be careful, but let's get him!" Tommy said. "Right!" the others agreed. The four Rangers charged the monster. Each landed a few blows, before the creature lashed out with his lance. He scratched Rocky and Adam, then Kimberly, sending them all spiraling back to where they started. Tommy drew his own weapon, Saba, the talking sword. "Let's get him, White Ranger!" Tommy wiped at the monster, only to get blocked. Cockdusa hit Tommy with his lance, knocking him to ground. The others rushed over to help him up. "Tommy, are you ok?" "Yeah. Man, that thing packs a punch!" "Now then, Rangers, who will be the first to join Lord Zedd's trophy case? Do I have any volunteers?" "Sorry, pal. We're gonna be sending you back to Zedd empty-handed!" Rocky said defiantly. "Ah, Red Ranger! I guess you're first!" The monster's hose suddenly burst from his chest and sprayed plaster towards Rocky. He dodged the attack, then leapt in the air. He went to kick Cockdusa, only to be knocked out of the air by the monster's weapon. Rocky pulled himself up and assumed a fighting stance, as the monster sprayed his plaster. "AAAHHHHH!!!" "ROCKY!" Adam called out. "Oh no!" Kimberly exclaimed. Rocky was covered in the white goo now. The monster zapped the Red Ranger with his laser, sealing him as a statue. "HAHAHAHA!!!! One down, three to go!!!" ************************************* Scorpina stood over Aisha, holding another glass of water. "Come on, Ranger. Drink." Aisha shook her head, begging off. "Please, no more!"  She had already been forced to drink four glasses and she felt so bloated. Her tummy ached and her bladder felt so swollen in her abdomen. If she drank anymore, she was afraid she would pop! "Man, I gotta go to the bathroom!" she moaned. She struggled against her bonds, trying in vain to break the magic chains. Scorpina grabbed her by the hair and forced her head back. "When I say drink, you drink," she growled, before forcing the contents of the glass down the poor girl's throat. By this point, Aisha was at least used to having to down the whole glass, as she got it down in three gulps. But the whole time, she felt like her bladder was protesting the additional liquid. This was unlike anything she had ever felt before. She felt like she was going to vomit and wet her pants at the same time! "Ugh," she groaned, after she was sure she could keep the liquid down. "I think I'm gonna puke..." "There's only one way that water is leaving your body, Yellow Ranger. Now, stand up!" She commanded, as she pointed her sword at Aisha. Her chains disappeared, much to her relief. Well, not TOO much relief, she thought with a bitter chuckle. "Stand up, but no funny business." Aisha slowly stood, her legs stiff from sitting for too long, her ankles sore from the chains. She tried to stand up straight, but she had to go so bad, that she couldn't help but squirm. Scorpina watched, amused by her prisoner's predicament. Aisha shifted her weight from foot to foot, attempting to keep the pressure off her painfully full bladder. "Scorpina, please! I'm about to burst!" "Oh, you poor thing," said the evil scorpion woman, mockingly. "Do you need the widdle girls room, widdle Wellow Wanger?" Aisha blushed. "Are you gonna have an accident?" "What's your deal?!" Aisha asked, crossing her legs and bending forward. "Oh I've been planning this for quite some time. Ever since our first encounter, when you knew me as Sabrina..." Aisha remembered. Scorpina had disguised herself as a teenager named Sabrina, to get to Adam. She and Aisha had not hit it off, to say the least. Aisha strongly disliked her and believed that Scorpina felt the same way about her. When the villainess had revealed her true nature, it was cathartic for her to unleash her venom towards Lord Zedd's henchwoman. Now however, she was eager to unleash a very different venom. "I have been waiting for the chance to have you all to myself, Yellow Ranger. To have my way with you. To make you suffer, to make you squirm, to make you wet..." Aisha couldn't believe what she was hearing. Scorpina wanted to torture her! "Do you hate me that much?!" "Hate you?" Scorpina looked genuinely surprised. "Oh no, on the contrary, I like you a lot, Aisha." The Yellow Ranger was shocked that Scorpina had used her name. "In fact, "like" might not be the correct word. You see, Aisha, I wasn't after Adam at all. YOU were the true object of my desire." Scorpina took a step towards Aisha, who put up her hands in an attack stance. Scorpina smiled and waved her sword. Aisha immediately felt her muscles lock in place. Scorpina circled her, nodding as she admired the frozen teen's body. Her hips, her breasts, her legs, her swollen stomach... She couldn't wait to get her hands on everything.... ************************************* Adam, Kimberly and Tommy surrounded Cockdusa. Adam had his Power Axe drawn, Kimberly her bow, Tommy wielded Saba. "Ready guys? Let's go!" Tommy led the charge, slashing the monster, who kicked him and knocked him to the ground. Kimberly fired some arrows, but the monster fired his lasers, disintegrating them. Adam leapt with his axe, but the monster whipped out his hose, which knocked the axe from Adam's hands and sent him crashing to the ground. Kimberly ran over. "Adam, are you ok?" "Kim, look out!" Adam shouted, but it was too late. The monster sprayed them both with his plaster. "OOOHHHHH!" "UGH!" was all Kimberly could get out as the white substance coated her body. The monster cackled as he zapped the Black and Pink Rangers with his laser. The excess plaster broke off, leaving two more perfect statues. Both were in defensive poses, Adam's legs bent, his arms up, hands in front of his face. Kim was on one foot, her arms up, in an awkward crane stance. Her plastered form fell over, hitting the ground with a thud. "Well, White Ranger, now it's just you and me!" ************************************* "Ai-yi-yi-yi-yi! Billy, Tommy's in trouble! Rocky, Adam and Kimberly have been turned into statues!" "BILLY. HAVE YOU LOCATED AISHA?" "Well Zordon, if my calculations are correct, I should be able to teleport to just outside the cave I think Scorpina is holding her in." "THEN THERE IS NO TIME TO LOSE. YOU MUST RESCUE AISHA, THEN HELP TOMMY DEFEAT THE MONSTER AND FREE THE OTHERS. GOOD LUCK AND MAY THE POWER PROTECT YOU." Billy pulled out his morpher. "It's morphin' time! TRICERATOPS!" Billy transformed and disappeared from the Command Center. ************************************* "Oh my God, I gotta go!!" Aisha thought. She had been paralyzed by Scorpina's spell, leaving her frozen, unable to move, other than her eyes and the rise and fall of her chest, both involuntary actions. Her stomach and bladder ached from all the water she had been forced to consume. She was grateful that the paralysis didn't extend to her extremities, as it meant she could use her muscles to hold back her waters. "Poor Aisha. You must need the bathroom so badly right now. I bet your bladder feels like it's going to explode. But what if we could redirect that sensation? Make something else explode, instead?" Aisha didn't know what this crazy chick was talking about, until Scorpina waved her wand at her. Immediately, Aisha felt a warm tingle in her lower regions. If her mouth wasn't frozen, she would have let out a moan of pleasure. It felt sooo good! "Wait, is she trying to get me off?!" Scorpina giggled as Aisha's legs trembled involuntarily. Her eyes stayed focused on the Yellow Ranger's swollen tummy. Knowing that she must be dying to relieve herself was a huge turn-on. Feeling her own bladder signalling to be emptied, Scorpina clenched her sphincter muscles, briefly crouching as she pressed her thighs together, briefly suppressing the urge. Taking her sword, she gently touched Aisha's bladder with it. The girl's body trembled. "Oh my gosh don't do that!" Aisha thought. This was embarrassing for the teen, being frozen in place, on the verge of wetting herself, and now being teased by this villainess who apparently had the hots for her? "Who knew being a Power Ranger would get this weird?!" "Oh, did that sting, my dear?" Scorpina asked with a wicked laugh. She looked at the Yellow Ranger's face. Though she wore a determined expression, one fitting her current battle posture, the villainess knew that the girl must be freaking out. It made her tingle between her legs as she thought about all that pent-up liquid the teen must be ready to let go of. Her gaze went back to Aisha's tummy. It was pressing against her clothes, clearly being pushed from the outside, just a tiny little bump. "All that liquid being held in such a tiny little bladder," she said, taunting Aisha. She leaned in close to the girl, causing another involuntary tremble. Aisha felt a couple of drops come out. "No!" she thought, desperately squeezing every muscle she had. Scorpina pressed her mouth to Aisha's ear. "I have to pee," she said in a breathless whisper. "SCORPINA!" The scorpion lady looked up, startled, as the Blue Ranger stood at the entrance of the cave. "You!" Scorpina drew her sword and lunged at the Blue Ranger. Billy dodged the attack and kicked the sword out of Scorpina's hand. As it clattered to floor, a flash went off. Scorpina froze in place. So did Billy. Aisha felt her limbs go limp and almost collapsed. She gasped as she crouched down, her bladder screaming at her to release the rest of her load. "Billy!" Aisha walked over and picked up Scorpina's sword. "I hope this works."  She pointed the sword at Billy. "Come on. Unfreeze. Unfreeze!" The sword glowed and so did Billy.  "Whoa. Thanks, Aisha." "No problem. Man, I gotta pee!" Billy laughed. "Well, I can step out to give you some privacy." Aisha smiled gratefully, but was interrupted by Zordon's voice. "THERE IS NO TIME. TOMMY HAS JUST BEEN TURNED INTO A STATUE. YOU ARE THE ONLY ONES LEFT WHO CAN DEFEAT COCKDUSA." "Say what?" Aisha asked, holding herself and dancing in place. "It's a long story," said Billy. "We're on our way, Zordon." Billy teleported out. Aisha looked over at the frozen Scorpina. She stood in a battle pose, her sword hand raised, a look of rage on her face. "I'll be back for you," Aisha said with a smile. She pulled out her morpher. "It's morphin' time! SABERTOOTH TIGER!" Aisha, now in her Yellow Ranger costume, teleported out of the cave. Scorpina remained, frozen in place, but aware. Her bladder was very full, but she was determined to hold it. She knew Aisha would be back. She couldn't wait, so she would wait... ************************************* Billy and Aisha flipped through the sky and landed in front of Cockdusa. To the monster's left was Tommy, now a statue. The White Ranger was posed holding Saba, crouched down in a defensive position. Aisha took one look at the monster and thought, "what the hell?!" Assuming battle stances, the Blue and Yellow Rangers confronted the monster. "Ah, so there are two more of you!" Cockdusa squawked, gleefully. "Excellent, Lord Zedd will be so pleased!" "Forget it, lizard-breath!" Aisha said defiantly. "I've got more pressing businesses to deal with!" Aisha and Billy charged the monster, kicking and punching him. Cockdusa blocked, then delivered two fists to the chest, sending both Rangers to the ground.  "Hahaha! Ok Rangers!!" Two hoses withdrew from his chest. "As the song goes... Strike a pose!" Plaster began to spray from both hoses. Billy and Aisha raised their arms, trying to block the spray of plaster. "Billy! I can't... Move... DAMN I HAVE TO PEE!!!" Both Rangers were soon covered in the sticky white stuff. The monster cackled with glee. "And now for the final touches!" His eyes glowed as lasers struck both Rangers, burning off any unneeded plaster, leaving two perfect statues. Cockdusa had done what he was sent to do. All six Power Rangers had been turned into statues. Lord Zedd would be pleased... *HISS* "What's that?" Cockdusa wondered. He looked around, then noticed that plaster coating the Yellow Ranger, specifically around her crotch, was cracking, as a liquid seemed to be pouring from somewhere within her body. "Huh?" "Oh my gosh," Aisha thought. Her face was burning bright red under her helmet as she pissed herself. "This is soooo humiliating!!" But as her bladder finally released it's contents, she realized two things. First of all, she felt a WHOLE lot better. Secondly, she could feel a draft between her legs. The plaster was dissolving! She decided to try moving her legs and gave a thrust with her left leg, splitting the plaster around her hips and legs clear in half! She had freedom! "Impossible!" Cockdusa screamed. Aisha thrust her body forward, tipping herself to the ground. The rest of the plaster broke into pieces! She was free! Scrambling to her feet, Aisha still had a full bladder. But she was smiling under her helmet. "Well Cockdusa, looks like you're not as powerful as you thought you were! Especially since I know your weakness, and I happen to have plenty to spare! Hang in there guys! I'll be back!" Aisha touched her morpher and teleported away. ************************************* Aisha appeared in the Command Center. Alpha ran up to her. "Ai-yi-yi-yi-yi! Aisha! Thank goodness you're ok!" "Thanks, Alpha. But there's no time!" she replied, squirming and crossing her legs. "Zordon, I need a jar." A large glass jar appeared in Aisha's hands. "Great. I'll be back!" Aisha said, running off to the bathroom. A few minutes later, she was back, a jar full of pale, yellow urine. "Man, I feel like a whole new woman! Cockdusa, it's time to stop you and free my friends! I'm morphing back to action!" ************************************* Aisha returned to the park, where the monster had remained. "Ah, Yellow Ranger! Shall we continue?" "You stayed here that whole time? Like, I was gone a whole ten minutes, you know." "Yes, and I've been waiting for you!" "But... I peed in a jar. I'm gonna use that pee to free my friends and stop you." "Nobody can stop me!" "I literally escaped by pissing myself. You can be stopped. By urine. If I were you, I'd be more concerned." "Your words mean nothing, Ranger!" Aisha shook her head. "Oookay. Now I get why Zedd hasn't conquered earth yet." Aisha assumed a battle stance, holding the jar of pee, ready to strike. "Time to drink piss, jackass!" Aisha tilted the jar, dousing the monster with pee. "AHHHH!! WHAT IS THIS FOUL SUBSTANCE!!" The monster smoked and sizzled, sparks flying as he fell to the ground. "Dude, I TOLD YOU what I was gonna do!" Aisha turned to her friends and used the rest of the urine in the jar to free them from the plaster. "Ugh. Thanks, Aisha," said Adam. "Ew, Aisha! I love you, girl, but not enough to let you pee on me!" Kimberly said, while hugging her friend. "What's up with monsters being hurt by pee?" Tommy asked. Everyone looked at Billy. The Blue Ranger shrugged. "I'm not an expert on monster physiology," he replied. "I would guess it's like if we were digested, the stomach acid corrode our skin. Human urine is very acidic, I imagine it would have a deteriorating effect on the skin of a monster." He gestures at the monster, who was decayed and still sparking. "Um, isn't this usually the part where the monster grows?" Rocky asked. As if in response, the monster exploded. "Well, I guess that takes care of that," Tommy said. "Yeah, but what about them?" Adam asked, pointing at the other statues. Aisha looked at her friends and grinned. "You guys got this right? Great! I've got some unfinished business to take care of!" Aisha teleported away before anyone could say anything. The others just looked at each other. "Um... Anyone drink a lot of water today?" Kim asked, as they all laughed... TO BE CONTINUED...
Part four! Scorpina had remained frozen for what had only been less than hour, but felt like much longer. "I feel like haven't pissed in five months!" she thought. Her bladder throbbed inside her. Despite being an alien, her humanoid form meant a human physiology. She was desperate to release her urine, but not until the Yellow Ranger returned. She suspected there was still some fun for the two of them to have. As if her thoughts had been projected to her target, she heard a crackling noise and felt the presence of good energy entering her cave. She would have smiled if she could have. Aisha was back. "Well Scorpina, I'm glad you stayed right where I left you," the Yellow Ranger said with an almost wicked inflection. Despite being one of the good guys, she knew she was going to enjoy tormenting her arch-rival. She walked over, cautiously, just in case Scorpina had any tricks up her sleeve. Her jaw dropped when she saw the henchwoman's stomach. It was swollen and distended. Reaching out her hand, she allowed her middle and ring fingers to prod her tummy. Rock hard. Aisha felt a tingle between her legs as she imagined what Scorpina must be feeling. Suddenly, she felt a strong compulsive need to drink some water. She spied a small stream further in the cavern. She remembered hearing the faint sound of rushing water earlier, as it wreaked havoc on her poor bladder. Now, that same stream was her salvation, as she rushed over and dropped to her hands and knees. She began greedily lapping up the water, attempting to quench her thirst.  Scorpina laughed to herself. When she initially brought the Yellow Ranger to her lair, she had created an enchantment around a certain area of the cave. Clearly, Aisha had activated it. Now, she would be mindlessly compelled to drink and drink, until her bladder was full once again. She figured that wouldn't take long, as the young woman's insides were already quite saturated. But she did get a twinge of pleasure in watching the normally stylish, self-conscious Ranger practically throwing herself into the stream, just to get as much water as her body could take. "She's going to have one major tummy ache when this is over," she thought. She almost had forgotten about her own predicament, until she felt a spurt of urine squeeze it's way out from between her legs and dampen her bikini bottom. She was fully prepared to soil herself, but she intended to take Aisha down with her. Aisha lay on her belly over the stream. She was alternating between dipping her hands in the water and then lapping it up, and outright slurping it right out of the stream. As she drank, she could feel herself getting full, bloated, but didn't care. She was too thirsty! She kept slurping away at the water, lost in a trance. "Drink!" she thought to herself, Scorpina's magic having overridden the teen's common sense. Overcome with thirst, it was then that she had the "brilliant" idea to submerge her entire head in the stream, so as to consume as much liquid as possible. Pulling herself back up to her knees, she felt extremely bloated. Her stomach protruded out, making her appear pregnant, but she didn't notice or care. She just needed to drink more water. Using her hands to steady herself, she leaned forward, dunking her head into the stream. Submerged, she began sucking in all the water she could. After around forty five seconds, she came up for air. As she kneeled, gasping, her drenched hair dripping all over the place, the urge to pee hit her fast and hard, breaking the spell. Immediately, her hands grabbed her crotch as she squirmed uncomfortably. Looking down, she shocked to see her stomach. She literally appeared to be pregnant with piss! Touching her belly, she was shocked at how hard it felt. Scorpina's stomach was like a pillow compared to hers. It was then that she remembered the frozen villainess, who had to be equally as desperate. Spotting Scorpina's sword, Aisha picked it up, trembling as she removed one hand from her pussy. She pointed it at Scorpina. "Ok, how does this work? Um... Unfreeze?!" Scorpina gasped as her body became animated again. She instinctively grabbed her own crotch, her bladder painfully full. She looked over at Aisha, who was crouched down, rocking on her heels, Scorpina's sword jammed between her legs. The evil Scorpion lady wasn't sure if Aisha was trying to hold it in or relieve herself in a different way. Regardless, she extended one arm and opened her palm. The sword flew back to her. Aisha yelped in surprise, then quickly squeezed herself tightly. "I think she might have peed!" Scorpina thought, turned on by the thought. She approached Aisha and loomed over her, trying to look menacing, despite not being able to stand still. "So, Yellow Ranger. It looks like my hydration enchantment worked only too well. Tell me, how do you feel?" "Like I'm gonna explode with piss everywhere," Aisha admitted. Scorpina laughed... but only for a moment, before she and Aisha heard a hissing sound. Scorpina felt a warm, wetness forming between her legs and cursed under her breath. She had intended to relieve herself, but not in her armor, and certainly not in front of her would-be prisoner. But laughing had caused her sphincter to let go and now she was pissing uncontrollably on the floor of her cave. Her cheeks flushed red, embarrassed at being the first to lose control. A puddle was forming under her, as her bladder emptied all of its contents. Aisha felt a slight twinge of satisfaction at Scorpina being the first to wet herself, but that satisfaction was tempered by the fact that she was extremely desperate. But at the same time, watching Scorpina lose control was a turn-on, she had to admit. "What's wrong with me?!" she thought. "You're my enemy, I shouldn't be aroused by this!" That second part she said out loud. She gasped when she realized that, while Scorpina's cheeks burned even redder for a totally different reason now. Piss still dripping off her crotch, she walked over to Aisha and pushed her down in her back. She then leaned in and kissed her! The Yellow Ranger was shocked by this, but found herself not rejecting it. In fact, she began to reciprocate. As she made out with her sworn enemy, she felt her last bit of control slip away and began to flood her panties with hot piss. Scorpina broke the lip lock and stepped back, watching as Aisha peed her pants. Aisha could feel her aerobic shorts getting wet over her panties, the soaking through to her denim dress. Her entire outfit was soaked in her own urine now. "How humiliating," thought the Ranger, even as she watched her swollen tummy deflate back to it's normal size. She looked up at Scorpina, who looked both embarrassed and like she was enjoying the sight. Aisha lay back and sighed as she drained the last contents of her bladder. As she laid in her own piss, she was surprised when Scorpina laid next to her. "So... What now?" asked Scorpina. Aisha looked at her. This woman kidnapped her, forced her to drink glass after glass of water until she wet herself, sent a monster to turn her friends into statues, cast a spell on her to make her drink until she wet herself a second time AND took a sick pleasure in all of it. But at the same time, she had to admit to herself that she was a little turned on by the whole thing. Plus, she had planned to enjoy watching Scorpina suffer the same way, so who was she to determine which of them was the hero or the villain? She rolled over on her side - splashing urine over both herself and Scorpina - and smiled at her supposed rival. "You tell me." Scorpina looked surprised, but then a sly grin crossed her face. "What would my people, or your fellow Rangers think?" "Who says they even have to know?" With that, Aisha rolled herself up against Scorpina's body, so that they were face to face. She could feel Scorpina's chest heaving. Her's was, too. She leaned in close, and whispered in her ear... "It'll be our dirty little secret..." The end ?
Chapter Five The Astro Megaship zoomed across the sky. On board, The Lost Galaxy Power Rangers were making preparations for their upcoming mission. Through their ally, former Pink Ranger Karone, aka Astronema, former enemy of the Space Power Rangers, they had learned that a group of rogue space pirates had captured the Space team. They were currently being held on a small, barely inhabited planet in the Beta Quadrant. Karone had learned of their situation via one of her underworld contacts who had still not received the message that she was one of the good guys, now. They had informed her that two days prior, the Space team had been answering a distress call, when they were ambushed by the pirates. They had been taken prisoner and were now going to be auctioned off to the highest bidder. The auction was in three days. They were to be transported to the auction location the following day. The team had roughly 36 hours to rescue them. And so it came to pass that the five Lost Galaxy Rangers were on their way to a planet, identified on their radar only as "120F", named for it's highest temperatures. The team was preparing for their mission. Leo and Kai were checking over their weapons. Damon was programming the emergency autopilot. Maya and Karone were studying up on the terrain. And Kendrix...  Kendrix was working on her third bottle of water since they had left Terra Venture. The two previously discarded bottles laid behind her on the floor. Swallowing her last mouthful, she lowered the bottle, gasping. That was a lot of water in such a short amount of time. She took a deep breath, then raised the bottle to her lips, taking another sip. "Um, Kendrix?" The Pink Ranger coughed, spitting out half the water in her mouth. Maya was standing behind her, a smile on her face. "Are you okay?" "Yeah," Kendrix answered, still coughing a bit. Her face was almost the same shade of pink as her costume, partly from coughing, partly from embarrassment. "You just startled me, that's all." "Sorry about that. It's just I noticed you're drinking a lot of water..." Kendrix laughed. "Oh, yeah. It's just that I read about this planet we're going to." Maya rolled her eyes as Kendrix continued. "The temperature gets as high as over one hundred and twenty degrees Fahrenheit! So I figured, better hydrate myself before we get there." Maya nodded. "Okay. But what if... I mean, that's a lot of water, Kendrix. What if you have to... go?" Kendrix laughed. "Oh. Haha, I'll be fine. If the planet is that hot, I'll probably sweat most of it out!" Maya nodded. "If you say so. But personally, my bladder hurts just watching you drink all that water!" Kendrix gave Maya a friendly punch to the arm. "I'm an adult Maya. I think I can manage." ----------------------------------------------------------- Half an hour later, the ship landed at the edge of 120F. The team exited, but Kendrix was noticably slower than the others. As she hobbled behind the rest of the team, she could feel the four bottles of water she had ultimately consumed sloshing around her belly. Her bladder was slowly beginning to fill and she knew it wouldn't be long before she had to go to the bathroom. As she stepped out into the desert that was 120F, her heart sank down to her bladder. It wasn't very hot at all, at least not as hot as she had been led to believe it would be. She was already starting to squirm as she realized she had made a critical error in judgment... "So, we had a ways back, but it was the only way to not let them know we were coming," said Karone. "The Space Rangers are being held in a warehouse about six miles out. According to my source, they have already been carbon-frozen and packed away for the big transport. So we'll have to unfreeze them on-site, before we escape. The good news is, once we've freed them, we can use our weapons and vehicles to get out of here. We want to stagger ourselves, so that we don't attract attention. We go in pairs, six feet apart." "Kai and Damon are group A, you two go first. Maya and Kendrix, hang back about a minute, then follow them. Karone and myself will bring up the rear," said Leo. "Now come on, let's rescue our friends." Damon and Kai took off, careful to keep six feet of distance between them. Kendrix watched them, but she was distracted. She could feel the pressure building up inside her. Her thighs were pressed together, an unconscious act, as her need was not yet critical, but she was already aware of her bladder, as it grew inside her abdomen. It wouldn't be long... "Kendrix! Go!" She was startled, as Leo's voice brought her out of her reverie. She looked up to see Maya several steps ahead of her, looking back impatiently. "Sorry," she muttered. Embarrassed, Kendrix hurried to catch up with Maya. "What's wrong with you?" Maya asked. "Nothing," Kendrix said, irritably. "I didn't mean it like that. It's just that you're usually Miss Punctuality. It's not like you to daydream." "I wasn't daydreaming." "Okay, well whatever you were doing..." "Kendrix leaned in and whispered, "I need to relieve myself..." Maya giggled a bit, then quicky hushed herself. "I warned you about drinking all that water!" "I know!" Kendrix moaned, her need growing more urgent by the second. Those four bottles had caught up with her and fast. "What am I going to do?!" "Okay, well, how urgent is it?" "It's getting pretty urgent," Kendrix admitted. "I don't suppose there'll be a ladies room around here, do you?" she asked with a nervous laugh. Maya frowned. "Seeing how we're out in the middle of nowhere on a planet filled with nonhuman inhabitants, I'd say it's unlikely." "I know, Maya. It was a joke." Kendrix forced a smile, but nothing about this situation was a joke, at least to her. She was getting pretty desperate to relieve herself. She stopped in her tracks, squeezed her legs together and leaned forward, allowing one hand to hold herself down there. Maya looked at her friend, sympathetically. "Well, maybe we can find a place where you can pop a squat!" Kendrix looked at Maya, baffled. "Pop a... what?" Maya grinned. She loved Kendrix, but her friend wasn't much of an outdoors girl. "Pop a squat. You know... pee outside?" Kendrix's eyes became as wide as saucers. "But... I've never done it outside! How do I do it outside? What if I go on my clothes by accident?!" The poor girl was so flustered by the mere thought of urinating anywhere but in a toilet. She didn't even use terms like "pee" or "poop" to describe her bodily functions. In fact, just discussing it with Maya was the most she had ever talked about... that act... with another person. It just felt wrong. Maya stopped walking and placed a hand on Kendrix's shoulder. "Slow down, girlfriend. We'll get through this together." Maya got Karone's attention and, without saying a word, managed to explain the situation to the former Pink Ranger, who merely nodded. Maya grabbed Kendrix's hand and led her off the path, onto a dirt road. Leo looked at Karone, who shrugged. "Girl stuff." Leo just nodded and kept moving. Maya started to run, dragging poor Kendrix behind her. "Maya! Slow down! Full bladder here, remember?" Maya slowed down. "That's why I was running." "I know, but I'm trying not to soil myself, too." "Sorry," Maya replied. The two women looked around. "Seems like a good spot. Secluded. Safe." Kendrix nodded. She and Maya stood, staring at one another. "So... um... now what?" Maya couldn't help but smile. "So first, you need to stand with your legs about shoulders-width apart." Kendrix did as she was told. "Make sure you keep you feel sturdy like that. Now... pull down your pants, to about your knees." Kendrix's face was bright red at just the suggestion, but she started to unbutton her pants. As she prepared to pull them down, however, she felt a tingle in her back, then her whole world went dark... ------------------------------------------------------------ "Where are Maya and Kendrix?" asked Leo, looking annoyed. He and Karone had caught up with Damon and Kai about halfway from their destination. They had decided to give Maya and Kendrix a chance to catch up, but now it had been fifteen minutes and no sign of them. "Maybe they got lost?" Damon suggested. "Why did they even go off the path?" Kai asked. Karone and Leo looked at one another. "Girl stuff," they both answered. Suddenly, they heard an engine. "Hide!" Leo commanded and the four quickly ducked behind the trees. As a flatbed drove by, Karone gasped. Maya and Kendrix stood on the flatbed, chained to a grate. Both women seemed to be in a trance. "They've been captured!" Kai said, angrily. "Damon!" Leo said. He didn't need to say anymore. Damon pushed a button on his Morpher. Within seconds, the Megaship was there. "Kai!" "Already locking on to their coordinates!" "Karone!" "Ready to fire when we get within range!" The ship flew after the transport, quickly catching up. Karone pushed a button, causing a laser to hit back wheel of the truck. It sputtered, but somehow managed to keep moving. As it approached a large rock wall, Leo narrowed his eyes. "Get ready guys. We're going in." The wall opened up as the truck got close. Karone took control of the ship as Leo, Damon and Kai took their positions. "Ready?" Leo asked. His teammates nodded. "GO GALACTIC!!!" In a flash, the Red, Green and Blue Rangers were battle ready. They leapt out of the ship and onto the back of the truck. As the truck grinded to a halt, the Rangers were already engaged in a battle with the space pirate goons. The pirate driving the truck quickly began unloading their cargo, even as the battle raged on around them. Kendrix was closest and the alien quickly unchained her and began carrying her paralyzed for to a large contraption. Damon spied a storage locker and realized the Space Rangers were probably being held in there. As Damon made a move for the locker, Leo and Kai continued to battle the pirates, while Kendrix was placed inside the machine. Damon busted open the storage locker, revealing the carbonite slabs containing the five Space Rangers, all in civilian forms. Suddenly, the entrance to the lab bursts open, thanks to a laser from the Megaship. Karone steps out. “Well, that took a few more shots than I thought it would.” The leader of the pirates flips on the machine, beginning the process of freezing Kendrix in carbonite. “Karone!” shouts Leo. Karone turns her head. “Kendrix!” Karone nods then leaps over a group of pirates, landing in front of the leader. She dispatches him with a few swift kicks, then flips off the machine. Kendrix is encased in carbonite from the waist down. Kendrix opens her eyes and blinks several times. “Wha-what happened?” “Shh...” said Karone. “Relax, you’re OK. We’ll get you out of this, promise.” “Karone? LEO!” Maya had recovered from her paralysis. “On it!” Karone shouted, then leapt onto the truck to unchain Maya. Kendrix was still groggy from the paralysis and being partially frozen. Suddenly, she remembered. She was desperate for the bathroom! Her bladder was so full that it hurt, but she was currently unable to do anything about it, her lower body being frozen. She could only whimper as the battle went on around her. Karone leapt over and took down a pair of pirates who were sneaking around the machine. “Kendrix, I need to borrow your Quasar Sabre. We need the full team!” Kendrix moaned, but put her hands together, producing the source of her power, which she handed to Karone. “Thanks. We’ll free you soon, promise!” She turned. “MAYA!” Maya looked up and nodded. Both women leapt into the air. “GO GALACTIC!!!” The Yellow and Pink Rangers drew their blasters and fired on the carbonite prisons the Space Rangers were stuck in. As the casing shattered, Andros, TJ, Carlos, Cassie and Ashley collapsed the ground, coughing. Andros looked up. “Thank you, my friends.” He looked at his team and nodded. “LET’S ROCKET!!!” The Red, Black, Blue, Yellow and Pink Space Rangers drew their weapons, as the two teams of Rangers quickly took down the pirates. Maya was just finishing a few off when she heard a tortured cry. “MAYA!!” It was Kendrix. “Please… I can’t… I can’t wait any longer! I HAVE TO PEE!!!” Maya looked over and saw her friend’s face was contorted from the energy she was exerting to hold in her urine. The poor girl looked like she was about to pop. “Guys! I got Kendrix! Get out of here!” As the others ran towards the cave entrance, Maya fired her blaster at Kendrix’s lower body, breaking the carbonite casing. She ran over to her friend, but Kendrix shoved her out of the way and went to run… But her legs, still numb from the combination of the paralysis drug and the carbon freezing, gave out on her. She fell to the ground and as she did, she started crying. She could feel her poor bladder begin voiding itself, the warm liquid flowing out of her body and into her pants. She could feel her pants getting soaked as she lay on the ground, wetting her pants. Unable to control it or stop it, all she could do was cry. Maya held her hand, until she finally stopped going. Kendrix looked up at Maya, trying to force a smile. “You were right. That was too much water….” Her eyes started to well up again. “I just peed my pants.” She began crying again as Maya squeezed her hand, trying to comfort her… TO BE CONTINUED
Chapter Six It was one hour later. Kendrix had showered and changed into a fresh uniform, and was now sitting in her room, when there was a knock on the door. She frowned. She didn't feel like talking to anyone. With a sigh, she looked up. "Come in." The door opened and Maya, Karone, Cassie and Ashley entered the room. Kendrix turned away, embarrassed to look at her fellow Rangers. Maya walked over and sat next to Kendrix on the bed. The others followed her lead, Karone sitting on a chair, while Cassie and Ashley sat on the floor. Maya put her arm around Kendrix. "It wasn't your fault," she said. Kendrix's eyes were filled with tears as she looked at Maya. "Yes it was. I drank all that water. I put both of us in danger. What if you had been the one frozen instead of me?" Karone raised her hand, a sly smile crossing her face. "Your pants would've stayed dry?" Maya glared at Karone, but Ashley and Cassie were stifling giggles. "I'm going to go down in history as the Power Ranger who wet her pants," Kendrix moaned, covering her face in her hands. "If there really is a history book for Rangers who peed themselves, I'm right there next to you," said Cassie. Kendrix and Maya looked at her in surprise. Ashley smiled. "Yeah, me too. Female Rangers peeing their pants is more common than you think. I remember this one time, back when we were still using the Turbo powers..." ----------------------------------------------------------- "We had just become Power Rangers, inheriting the powers from the previous team. Tanya, the former Yellow Ranger, had chosen me to take over her role as a Ranger. I was still very inexperienced when Divatox launched an attack on my school's cheerleading rally. I was on the squad, so I was the first Ranger on the scene..." Ashley waited while the rest of her team and the audience ran away, then she confronted Divatox, Elgar, and the Piranhatrons. Assuming a battle stance, she looked at the villainess. "I think you're a little old to be trying out for the team, Divatox," Ashley snarked. "Old?! Oh, you'll regret that! Get her!" The Piranhatrons rushed Ashley, who began punching and kicking them, knocking them back. Divatox grabbed Elgar by the back of his neck and threw him towards Ashley. "Get her, you fool!" Elgar lunged at Ashley, who sidestepped him, then kicked him in the backside, knocking him down, face first. She then turned to Divatox. The villainess snarled. "I didn't come here to be thwarted by a meddlesome teenager!" With that, she raised her hand and pointed at Ashley. A white light erupted from her fingers, knocking Ashley back. "Oof!" The teenager's head hit the bleachers with a thud, knocking her out. "When I woke up, I was tied up. I don't know how long I was unconscious for, but I had to pee like a racehorse!" "Where am I?!" Ashley asked, panic gripping her voice. Her ankles and wrists were tied up, her arms pulled back behind her back. She was laying on a cold, dirty, metal floor. She felt a familiar pressure in her lower tummy. She groaned as she realized she had to pee. "I have to go to the bathroom!!" she shouted, hoping someone would hear her. Her bladder throbbed within her. She regretted all the water she drank earlier, but it had been hot, and she'd been thirsty. "And besides, I hadn't exactly counted on being kidnapped!" "Hello?! I really need to use a bathroom!! Please!!!" Nobody came. Ashley was getting frustrated. She was tied up, presumably on Divatox's sub, with a bladder that was dangerously close to exploding. She moaned and squirmed, even though it was all in vain. She took a deep breath, then screamed: "I'M GOING TO PEE MY PANTS!!!" No answer. Ashley sighed. It was time, but she wasn't looking forward to this. She took a deep breath, tightening her stomach muscles, then slowly let it out, allowing all her muscles to relax. She felt her urethra open as her bladder began to release its contents into her undies. "I was so embarrassed, seventeen years old and peeing my pants. But I couldn't help it. It was so painful to hold back." Ashley lay on the grate, her pee puddle pooling up around her. Because her ankles were tied together, she was unable to spread her legs too much. As a result, her pee soaked her inner thighs, then trickled down her legs. She felt so gross, but she couldn't deny the relieved feeling she had now that her bladder was empty. "I ended up sitting in my own piss for half an hour before the others showed up. Thankfully, most of the piss on the floor and my legs had dried up, so Justin and Carlos didn't notice. As soon my hands were free, I morphed. Luckily, Alpha washed my clothes for me, no questions asked and had them back by the time I demorphed." ------------------------------------------------------------ "Gotta love the power," said Karone. "Definitely," Ashley agreed. "I never knew about that!" Cassie said. "Not everybody broadcasts their bodily functions to world," Ashley said, causing the others to laugh. Cassie certainly wasn't shy about her bathroom visits. She always talked about her "tiny Asian bladder" and how frequently she had to relieve herself. Cassie laughed. "Ok, fair enough. But I was thinking of that time TJ and I were thrown in jail on that Gamma planet..." Ashley and Karone groaned. They had heard this story more times than they had cared to. "Wait, I wanna know!" Maya said. Kendrix looked up, curious. It was such a revelation to her that other Power Rangers had apparently soiled themselves in the line of duty. Ashley and Karone sighed, while Cassie grinned. "It all started when we were still searching for Zordon..." ------------------------------------------------------------ "TJ and I had set out to this planet, Gamma wherever..." "GamaMatrix," Ashley offered. "Um, this is my story, okay?" So, TJ and I had set out to GamaMatrix, hoping to get a lead on Zordon's whereabouts. However, we didn't count on the inhabitants having an antihuman policy. We had only been there for about thirty minutes, when we were suddenly getting shot at with arrows and lasers. We ran for it, but they activated this invisible fence, which shocked us almost to death!" "Not that drastic," Karone interjected. "The GamaMatrians take their prisoners alive. And it was your own fault for not radioing their leaders first." "Hey, I'm talking here! So, we were writhing on the ground in pain and that was when my bladder voided itself. Laying on the ground, convulsing and peeing my designer jeans! They took us to a holding area for interrogation. The holding cell was gross, by the way. Dirt floor, smelled like poop and the toilets were not designed to humans! Because of course, after two hours in detainment, my tiny bladder filled up again! TJ had to go, too, but you know guys can just whip it out and piss wherever. So I was stuck having to hold it!" "Why didn't you just pop a squat?" Maya asked. "Why do you all keep interrupting me?! I couldn't do that, because there were about two dozen guards watching me! I wasn't about to give a free show, you know! So anyway, I'm there, trying not to pee myself, when I felt my stomach rumble..." Karone and Ashley groaned, while Maya and Kendrix responded with an "ew!" "Yeah, that's right, code brown! Number two! Right there on some alien planet! So now I'm doubled over, holding my stomach, while crossing my legs and doing the freakin' pee pee dance! I thought I was gonna explode, through one end or the other!" "Oh my gosh," said Kendrix. "That is soooo gross..." "Yeah, well I was in so much pain at that point, I wasn't concerned about how "gross" it was. Cause I had to go! So, I ran over to the corner of the cell and started pulling down my pants. Poor TJ wanted to cover me, but I couldn't subject him to what was about to happen. I got my butt free, but then, it just happened! I ripped this nasty fart, then my booty just exploded!" Maya actually started gagging at Cassie's description. Kendrix looked a bit green. Ashley and Karone couldn't help but smile. They had heard this story so many times, but it was funny seeing someone hear it for the first time. "So, I'm frantically trying to get into a proper pooping stance, when I suddenly feel a splash from my front side soak my pants and crotch. I peed my pants again!" "What?!" Maya asked, incredulously. "No way," Kendrix added. "I kid you not, I was hunkered down in the corner of this cell, ass hanging out, making the grossest brownies in the world, while at the same time, there's a waterfall coming from my you-know-where and my poor designer jeans were just ruined!" ------------------------------------------------------------ Maya and Kendrix looked at one another. Ashley cracked a smile. She could tell they were trying to figure out if it was true or not. "Trust us, it happened," she said. "Poor TJ was there and confirmed the whole thing." "He also got her to add more fiber to her diet," Karone said. That got a laugh from everyone. "Okay," said Kendrix. "Maybe I'm not the only Ranger to wet herself, then..." Maya took Kendrix's hand. "It happens to everyone. We're human, Kendrix. We pee... and poop..." she added, looking at Cassie with a wink. "...just like anyone else." "Heroes and villains alike," Karone chimed in. "I remember when I was Astronema. Dark Spectre had me fitted with these implants that made me completely evil, but also completely focused on one mission, conquering the galaxy. And that one track mind meant I ignored things like bodily functions, which led to more than one accident. Imagine, the Queen of Evil, peeing her pants, because she was so focused on her goal of world domination." "Like you weren't scary enough, now we know you were kicking our butts half of the time in wet pants!" Cassie said with a laugh. Kendrix laughed as well. "So, I guess we all have a pants wetting story, huh?" "Wait, what about Maya?" Ashley said. "Well, I've never wet myself, but that's because I'm so used to popping squats whenever I have to. But there WAS one time where I was so desperate, I almost peed my pants." "Well? Share, Maya!" Cassie said, just a bit too eagerly. The others laughed. "Yeah, share, Maya!" Ashley and Karone added. Maya looked over at Kendrix, who grinned. "Yeah, tell us!" Maya smiled. "Okay, here goes..." TO BE CONTINUED...
Part seven This chapter is Maya's story that was teased at the end of the previous chapters. As always, any characters depicted in this series are intended to be at least 18, if not older as defined by the series in question. Maya ran through the woods. She had been separated from her Ranger partners during a mission and was now running for her life. She was breathing heavy, exhausted from fighting and running. Sweat dripped down her forehead and her hair was soaked. Her shirt was moist and clung to her upper half as she could feel her body slowing down. It had started several hours ago, when Maya, Leo and Kai were on a stakeout mission to try and capture one of Trakeena’s generals. Damon and Karone were on standby back at the base on Terra Venture. The Yellow, Red and Blue Rangers had managed to sneak into the alien army and had been following along. As it had been such a hot day, all three had drinking steadily and as a result, all three needed to stop and relieve themselves. Leo and Kai unzipped by a pair of trees, while Maya found a frock of bushes to take cover behind. As she began undoing her skirt, however, she heard enemy fire. “Maya, run!” Leo had shouted. Maya took off, forgetting all about her need as she ran from the unseen threat. She heard lasers firing and Kai groaning. When she turned back, she saw that Kai and Leo had been captured. As she stopped, she could feel some unseen force descending upon her, prompting her to run again. Now, she was several miles out, exhausted, disheveled, and dying for a pee. She saw the lake in the distance and figured she could stop at the water’s edge to pop a squat. Unfortunately, as she slowed down, she could again feel the unseen presence near her. “Who’s there?!” she called out as she forced herself to keep running. “HAHAHAHA!!! Yellow Ranger! Trakeena dispatched me to deal with you and your petulant friends! You cannot see me, but I am present. As long as you keep moving, you might have a chance. But once you stop, you will be mine!” The monster sounded feminine, but who could really tell with unseen demonic alien forces? “I have already placed a part of myself inside you, Ranger. As long as you keep moving, you’re safe. But the second you stop moving, I will be able to trap you! And don’t bother tying to morph, it won’t help!” “Great,” Maya thought. “I’m exhausted and look and feel like hell, plus I think I’m gonna burst if I don’t stop to pee!” Out loud she tried to plead her case, even as she continued to run. “Please! I’m already worn out! I need to rest! And perform biological functions! I wouldn’t be able to put up a fight right now if I wanted to! Please, just let me go! I promise, I’m no threat to you!” “HAHAHAHAHA!!!! Oh Yellow Ranger! You think I don’t know what’s happening to you?! Your body is wearing down! You’re on the brink of collapse! You cannot run forever! And even if you could, you can never escape me!” “Crap, she’s right!” Maya thought. Her belly ached from the fullness of her bladder, which was considerably slowing her down. She just wished could let it all out, but the monster was never going to give her a chance. As she ran, her thighs felt like they were on fire. Her legs were going to cramp so bad later on. And her bladder felt like it was going to explode. She had never wet herself before. Living in an outdoor community her entire life, the world had been her toilet. In fact, living on Terra Venture had been such a culture shock for her, as toilets and bathrooms were a foreign concept in her mind. The first time she had needed to go after joining the Rangers was an ordeal, since to her, it was simpler to just lift her skirt and let it flow. But her teammates had explained proper “bathroom behavior”, as she called it, to her. But her time living in nature had been helpful on missions, as she was never the one slowing them down because she had to pee. But now, she was stuck, desperate to relieve herself, but unable to stop moving for even a second to take care of herself. As she ran, she felt her skirt snag on a tree. “Damn it!” she exclaimed, as she desperately tried to free herself, even as she could feel the monster on her. “I’ve got you now, Yellow Ranger!” Frantically, she lunged forward, losing most of her skirt in the process. With her bare ass now hanging out (she never wore underwear, despite Kendrix’s insistence. Karone had been far more accepting of Maya’s quirks), she continued running, the only part of her skirt still intact being the waistband. As she ran, she suddenly realized she COULD pee without wetting herself! As she ran, she allowed her sphincter muscles to loosen (no easy task when trying to run for her very life) and smiled brightly as she felt her pent-up pee begin to exit her body. She sighed with relief as her bladder deflated. As she basked in the wonderful feeling of release, she heard a loud scream. It was the monster! “WHAT IS THAT FOUL SUBSTANCE?!” Maya was confused as she stopped running. Her bladder was still emptying, but no longer feeling the monster’s presence, she allowed herself to collapse into a squat, allowing her to more easily and comfortably finish voiding. “IT BURNS!!!” Maya didn’t understand at first, but then began to giggle, as the realization set in. Giggling gave way to laughter, as she realized that her pee had harmed the monster and freed her from it’s grasp. As her stream tapered off, she stood up, feeling like a brand new woman. “OK Leo, Kai. I’m coming to rescue you!” She ran off in pursuit of the monster… ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Wait,” Ashley said. “Are you saying you hurt the monster… by PISSING ON IT?” “Yeah,” Maya said with a shrug. “OK, now I’ve heard it all!” Cassie chimed in. “I mean, it kind of makes sense,” Kendrix spoke up. “It’s a different physiology. Human urine is acidic anyway, so it stands to reason that it could be harmful to a different biological lifeform.” Everyone looked at Karone. Surely she knew something about this. “What? No, I never blew up a monster my pee!” Everyone laughed at that. Maya turned to Kendrix. “So, feel better?” “Almost,” Kendrix said. “There’s just one thing...” “What?” asked Maya. “I have to pee again!” The group burst out laughing as Kendrix started to get up to go to the bathroom… END Been enjoying writing this series. I have a chapter focused on Kira, from Dino Thunder, written and ready to go. I'm planning to go back and cover seasons I have skipped over.  The main reason there were or will be skips is because I haven't seen every season and don't know the dynamics of every single team. In many cases, the only episodes I may have seen for a season are the teamups, or it's been so long since I saw episodes from those seasons, that I don't really remember enough about them. I will be checking out those seasons though, so that I can accurately depict the characters for this.
This is a story I am posting in regards to the topic I started in the general section about women's attitude toward street urinals and what not. I originally wrote this in January 2018 and posted it in my DesperateJill blog https://desperatejill.livejournal.com/ The following story was inspired by conversations I have had with people online. I had read online about how they have Street urinals in much of Europe because the men were peeing everywhere but they didn't really provide anything for the women because the women weren't peeing everywhere so I guess they didn't consider the fact that women's bladders were exploding to be a major problem where the of public attention. Figures! Talking to people who lived in places where they had the system they say it's pretty accurate to reality. The following story is completely fictional even though the character is named after me. I have to admit that it's kind of weird writing a story with a character named after me because I feel like I am talking in the third person, so maybe in future stories I will talk in the first person if the character is basically based off of me. I can honestly say that in that situation I probably would have continued holding it and I don't know if I would have actually used the urinal like that. But desperate times call for desperate measures, and I decided to give my story one of the more exciting and humorous endings, even though I don't know if that's what I would do in real life! But in fiction you can be much more entertaining because you aren't constrained by boring old reality, which is why the only nonfiction I write is this blog and my own personal journals. So without further ado I hope you enjoy the following story. A Desperate Girl in Urinal Land As Jill sat on the bus her bladder was ready to explode. She really wished that the tour buses had bathrooms like advertised, but unfortunately it was false advertising, as that was only the premium trip package and they had gotten the basic one.     "Oh my God I have to pee so bad," Jill said as she crossed her legs tightly.     "Cool," said Mike and Jim simultaneously as they could see Jill grabbing herself and tapping her feet in agitation.     "Are we going to get to a bathroom anytime soon?" Jill asked, having not peed in nearly 3 or four hours.     "We are almost at our stop and then we will be free to tour the city at our leisure," Mike said. "I could sure go for a pee myself."     "If I don't get to a bathroom soon I'm going to pee myself!" Jill said.     "Hold your horses," Jim said.     "I'm holding more than that!" Jill said as the bus hit a bump in the road causing extreme bladder pain to everyone on board.     "Okay everybody off!" the bus driver said.     "Finally!" Jill shouted, pretty much jumping out of her seat and still bobbing up and down as she stood there waiting. "Come on everyone, get off the bus already!"     "Calm down Jill," Mike said.     "I can't calm down I have to pee!" Jill said as she crossed her legs and looked impatiently at the people in the bus getting off ahead of her.     Finally everyone piled out of the bus to find that they were in a really nice-looking town.     "Where are the freaking bathrooms?!" Jill screamed as she started looking around.     "Don't worry there are plenty of urinals everywhere all around town," someone said as they pointed over to a bunch of urinals on the side of the road.     "But what am I supposed to use?!" Jill shouted as she danced in place.     The man shrugged his shoulders. "You know I hadn't considered that, I guess they really don't have any facilities for women around here. I mean I suppose you can use the urinal yourself, I don't know how you would do that, but I guess it's not impossible."     "How could they have urinals but nothing for the women to pee in?!" Jill said as she paced back and forth. "That's totally not fair!"     "I actually heard something about this online," Mike said. "Apparently they had a big problem with public urination because the men were just peeing all over the place, so they installed outdoor urinals all throughout the city to control the problem."     "But what about the women having to pee?!" Jill shouted as she tugged on her hair.     "I guess they didn't consider that to be a problem," Jim said.     "Well it's a problem for me!" Jill said as she was becoming increasingly frantic.     "Well we will worry about that in a minute, but right now I think that we both need to use the bathroom," Mike said as he motioned for Jim as they walked over towards the urinals.     Jill stood there pacing back and forth as Mike and Jim went to use the urinals. Although there was a big line up the line moved relatively quickly and within a few minutes Jim and Mike were completely done.     "Wow did I ever piss a lot!" Jim shouted. "That really felt so much better."     "You're telling me!" Mike said.     "Guys I still have to pee!" Jill shouted. "I've been holding it all freaking day."     "You shouldn't have drank so much," Mike said.     "Well I was under the impression that there were going to be bathrooms on the bus and that there would be something other than outdoor urinals when we got here." Jill knocked her knees together and started bobbing up and down again.     "I guess that that was a wrong assumption," Jim said with a laugh.     "It's not funny I really have to go!" Jill shouted.     "Well let's walk around, I am sure that we will find some type of bathroom nearby," Mike said.     "We'd better, I'm absolutely dying here!" Jill said. She couldn't remember the last time she so desperately needed a bathroom.     The three of them began walking across a couple of blocks but nothing seemed to be open at this time of day. Every couple of blocks they passed a bunch of street urinals but that was about it.     "Guys we really have to find a bathroom," Jill said. "I really thought we would have found one by now."     "I guess we'll just have to keep looking," Mike said.     "Well look faster!" Jill shouted.     "Hey look there is a kiosk selling drinks over there," Jim said as the three of them started going over there.     "I'll have two beers," Mike said.     "You have any Diet Coke?" Jim asked.     "Nothing for me thanks," Jill said. "But do you happen to know where there is a bathroom around here?"     "No bathroom, just some urinals over there," the kiosk guy said pointing to the urinals.     "But is there any place that women could go to the bathroom?" Jill said as she stood there dancing in place.     The kiosk guy shrugged his shoulders. "You know it's never been an issue for me."     "Of course not!" Jill shouted. "Doesn't anyone else in this whole world acknowledge the fact that women have to go to the bathroom as well?"     "I guess not," said Mike as he began guzzling his beer.     "Maybe we should go sit down," Jim said as he motioned to a bunch of tables outside of a café that was not yet open.     Jill sat down very slowly so as not to put too much pressure on her bladder, but just the act of sitting down made her really uncomfortable. Fortunately when she was sitting down it helped to take some pressure off of her bladder but she still had her legs crossed tightly under the table, and when she noticed that nobody was looking she put her hands between her legs.     After about 15 or 20 minutes of resting Jill was getting increasingly antsy and they could actually feel that the table was shaking.     "What's causing the table to shake so much?" Jim asked.     "Jill can't stop shaking her legs," Mike said causing Jill to blush.     "I still have to pee!" Jill said with her legs still crossed tight. "We can't sit around dillydallying, I need to find a bathroom, seriously."     "Speaking of the bathroom I think that that beer went right through me," Mike said. "I'm going to go over to the urinals."     "Me too," Jim said as the two of them walked towards the urinal.     "Well hurry up!" Jill shouted as she sat there at the table tapping her fingers anxiously.     "Excuse me but do you know where there is a ladies room around here?" a woman said as she tapped Jill on the shoulder.     "I was really hoping that you would know!" Jill said with a laugh as the two of them laughed awkwardly. "I'm not joking though, I seriously need to pee like you can't imagine."     "Me too," the woman said. "But it seems like all they have around here is urinals."     "I know, what's the deal with that?!"     "I guess they just expect us to hold it."     "I don't think I can hold it much longer, I feel like I'm going to explode!"     That was when Mike and Jim came back from using the urinal.     "Hi Jill, who is this?" Jim asked.     "I'm sorry I didn't catch your name," Jill said.     "Katie," the woman said as she shook Jill's hand. "I was hoping someone around here would know where there was some type of bathroom available."     "Damn it seems like all the women always have to pee all the time," Mike said as he gave Jim an elbow to the side.     "That's because they never give us God damned bathrooms!" Jill shouted. "You guys have already peed twice I should point out."     Katie was clearly doing a pee dance which only made Jill more frantic. "Well forget this," Katie said.     "Forget what, that we have to pee?" Jill asked. "I don't think I can do that!"     "I think I know a place where we can pee," Katie said as she waved the others forward.     "I sure hope so!" Jill said as she very slowly and carefully got up and felt all the pressure flowing down to her bladder.     Katie led them to an alleyway. "Is the coast clear?"     "Yeah I think so," Mike said.     Katie looked both ways, pulled up her skirt, squatted and began peeing a large stream of urine down the alleyway as she moaned and sighed with relief. It was a very thick and powerful stream and seeing that made Jill practically want to cry.     "That's much better," Katie said as she pulled up her skirt.     "I can't take it anymore!" Jill shouted. "I have to go to the bathroom and I have to go right now!"     "But there are no bathrooms, unless you want to pop a squat as well," Mike said.     "I don't have the balance for it, I'd pee all over myself," Jill said as she continued dancing in place.     "Then what are you going to do?" Jim asked.     "Screw it I'm going to use the urinal!" Jill said as she walked a few blocks to the nearest urinal. "It looks like the coast is clear."     Jill ran over to the urinal, closed the privacy screen, turned to face backwards, moved her skirt out of the way and squatted and peed in the urinal for what seemed like a minute or more.     As Jill emerged from the urinal there was a small audience waiting outside clapping as she turned red with embarrassment. "Take a picture!" Jill shouted. "It will last longer."     And much to Jill's dismay, they did exactly that!     "Next time we are getting a bus with bathrooms," Jill said as they got back on the bus.
Denied permission:  Dana looked around anxiously for the store cameras as she browsed the dresses in the department store for the third time that day. There was a thrill to just walking out a store without paying but there was also so much skill involved too. Taking the chosen dress and another decoy outfit on top she headed confidently to the changing rooms.  Dana had done this so many times. She knew exactly where to hide things, what could be worn were and how to make sure she wasn’t caught. It made her heart race with excitement as she hid the dress inside her jumper so the young girl at the changing rooms only counted one item to try on. Once in the fitting room Dana striped to her underwear, checked the garment over thoroughly for any security tags then tried it on, tucking the dress inside her underwear then carefully pulling her jeans back on and heading to the till to pay for the top that was in the sale.  Dana was feeling sure of herself as she walked out of the shop and into the shopping centre then walked towards the exit. She couldn’t wait to get home and hang up her prize, adding it to the numerous other stock she had gathered from other shops in recent months. It wasn’t her fault she liked things out of her price range and it served the shops right for overpricing things anyway. She felt totally justified in her actions and was proud of her achievements.  Walking through the revolving doors Dana felt a tap on her shoulder. Terrified, she tried running but with the door moving slowly she was trapped. Her arm was grabbed firmly and Dana knew she had been caught. In the police station Dana remained silent. She knew the drill and she wasn’t prepared to say anything that could be used in evidence. ‘No comment’ was her answer for everything as she protested against the force being used as question after question was shouted at her. She was known to the police anyway, a long list of offences against her name but she also knew she would still likely get released yet again and at the end of the day she would do it again.  Taken to a cell Dana sat alone as the noise of the bolts closing echoed in her ear. It didn’t frighten her anymore, not like it did the first time. She also knew that because of human rights she would get something to eat and drink at government expense so there were definite perks to the situation. Sure enough water and a sandwich were there within the hour and handed through the bars. Dana consumed both and left the cup and wrapper on the floor, squashing them with her feet.  An hour passed and Dana tried lying on the hard bench. She’s been searched and the dress removed and now her jeans felt a little loose but still uncomfortable on the hard bench. She shut her eyes and let her mind wander. She must have dosed as she woke with a start, suddenly in dire need of a bathroom. She ran to the bars of the holding cell and shouted out.  ‘Hey! Someone needed here urgently!’  Danny wandered down to check on Dana. He knew her well and even though she was half his age he secretly fancied her. Sure she was rough and ready, a known drug user and drinker and clearly having had a troubled past, but something about her soft golden hair, her young slender body and her brazen attitude was sexy and appealing. He had a rapport with Dana but he refused to let that affect how he treated her.  ‘Yes madam?’  ‘Listen I really need to pee here. You gonna let me out and escort me to the toilet?’  ‘Now madam you know I can’t do that! You know it needs to be one of my female colleagues and unfortunately they are all currently busy. I will note your request though and get someone down to you as soon as possible. Anything else I can do for you?’  ‘Is that effin’ solicitor of mine here yet? Go on! You know I won’t run or nought but God I need to pee!’  ‘I will check on your solicitor and get back to you. Now if you settle down quietly I will be back as soon as I can. Be good for once man eh?’  Danny winked at Dana who had both hands on the bars and was marching on the spot dramatically. Dana grimaced back.  ‘I really am bursting Constable.’ She said softly.  ‘I can see that.’  Danny walked back to reception and updated the log. He checked the details of Dana’s solicitor and gave them a courtesy call. It went to answer machine on his mobile so Danny left a brief message. He looked around for any female officers but no-one was around so he carried on with everything else he had to do, his mind wondering how Dana might be doing.  Dana paced the cell frustrated and bursting. She’d had a drink at Wetherspoons at lunchtime with some mates and then another with the sandwich earlier. She checked her watch seeing it was now 7:15pm and thinking she now faced a full night in the cells again. It wasn’t comfortable but it was warm and dry and definitely not the worst place she had slept.  But right now she absolutely needed to pee!  She grabbed between her legs and returned to the bars shouting louder.  ‘Hey come on! I need help!’  She couldn’t see much but she could hear a number of male voices and shouting. It appeared no-one could hear her.  ‘Hey! Hey! Someone! Anyone! I need attention here!’  Danny took the details of the next detainee as best he could as he swore, spat and shouted throughout. He was sure he could hear Dana shouting again but over the other noise it was impossible to know for sure. He escorted his colleagues to the cell and locked the drunken man in as he heard Dana call again. This time Danny was stressed and busy and he couldn’t chat.  ‘What is it?’  ‘I’m desperate for the toilet! Come on it’s been ages! You can’t leave me like this! Come on!’  ‘Sorry mam I can! Until there is a female officer free there’s nothing I can do. I will note your request and let you know when someone is free.’  And at that he walked away leaving Dana still holding herself.  The pressure Dana felt was relentless and strong.she couldn’t keep still and her legs impulsively squeezed, pushed, bounced, jumped and scissored in and out as her bladder ached to piss. She stood with her back firm against the wall pressing tightly between her legs with her hands, the crotch seam of her jeans pressing tight against her thong. That would work for a few minutes but then she paced around the cell which worked for a short time then she tried sitting down on the edge of the bench rubbing and rocking.  Nothing helped much at all as Dana became more and more agitated and angry. ‘I need to pee for fucks sake! What’s taking so long? They can’t keep denying me access to a toilet?’  But they did as Dana fidgeted and squirmed openly in the cell, even undoing her jeans and putting a hand tight over her vagina which tingled furiously for release. She stamped her feet and banged against the walls in need as she fought against the battle in her bladder.  ‘Oh my God I am so gonna piss myself! Come on! This is crazy! I just really have to pee here!’  Dana wasn’t sure she could hold much longer as she stood once again at the bars, her legs tightly crossed. For all her bravado she hated to do this but it was an emergency! ‘Will someone please come and let me out of here before I piss myself! Come on! I’m bursting’, she screeched loudly.  A minute or so latter Danny approached again.  ‘Mam would you quieten down please! You are causing a disturbance. I am well aware of your situation and I have told you I have noted it down. Now there is nothing else I can do I am afraid. You can’t go until a female colleague is available and they are all currently busy.’  ‘But, but I will piss myself. Honestly. This is ridiculous! I mean I have been holding for  ages now and....oh come on can’t you just take me? Please. It’s an emergency here!’  Danny couldn’t help staring as Dana squirmed openly as he caught sight of her lace thong through her open jeans even with her had continually squeezing and rubbing herself.  ‘You better not pee yourself there mam. For one I don’t have the staff at present to secure you while I clear up and secondly we need a sample when you do go. So just wait ok!’  There was no way Dana was giving a sample. She had too much to hide to allow that and right now she didn’t even care about any mess. All she cared about was releasing.  Another strong contraction hit suddenly and Dana found herself almost crying.  ‘I...I can’t hold on much longer. Honestly Constable!’  Danny got close to the cell and stared at Dana as he whispered. ‘Just try’ Dana was so desperate her bladder hurt and she could see desire in the officer’s eyes. She screamed back: ‘I AM bloody trying but I can’t hold this! I can’t! I have to pee before I burst!’  Another strong contraction caused Dana to double over forwards holding her bladder.  With Danny still standing right by the bars, his eyes glued on Dana, she gave him a sight he knew he would never forget.  Dana could feel her urethra give way as her muscles threatened collapse.  In an instance she grabbed at her jeans and pulled them down, crouched down in front of the bars pushing her thighs forwards as she grabbed the bar with her hand. With her other hand she pulled the tiny gusset aside of her thong and relaxed as a current of warm light yellow urine arched through the bars and landed on the corridor outside the cell. Even taking a step back Danny could feel his polished black shoes get splashed and drops of urine splash onto his black work trousers.  Frozen in wonder and awe Danny stood against the corridor wall as Dana pissed for well over a minute, powerfully and sexually until she dripped a few final dribbles onto the floor by her cell as she moaned in relief.  ‘So there’s your precious sample Mr! Serves you right for denying me a toilet doesn’t it!’  And at that Dana made herself decent again and sat quietly and innocently on her cell bench until she was next checked twenty minutes later, this time by a female officer who asked quietly if she still wanted to use the bathroom.  Dana went anyway, knowing the next time she might need one she could be denied again. She didn’t mention the sample and neither did the officer. Neither did she mention the fact she had been denied a toilet earlier though she planned to tell, her solicitor tomorrow for sure. That’s if he ever bothered to show up!
Becky had made a huge mistake. Having spent the whole afternoon drinking with her friends, she had forgotten the most important thing to do before leaving. Relieve her bladder! She had a 30 minute walk home ahead of her, and the fresh air had hit her like a brick wall. Suddenly she was sober, and suddenly she felt her desperation. "Why didn't I pee before leaving?!" She thought to herself. "I should have gone, I should have gone!" Hurrying along the high street, she was finding it hard to hide her desperation from the crowds people. She had so far left to walk and, she was beginning to stress about whether she would make it. She knew full well that all she had to do was keep her delicate pussy clamped shut for just 30 minutes. A task easier said than done! "Maybe I can get away with a quick squat? Perhaps I can find somewhere quiet?" Thoughts were flooding through her mind. "There are so many people here! People will see me pee!" Her tight leggings squeezed her bladder bulge firmly. Each step was another jolt to her already aching bladder. You could tell she was focusing on moving smoothly, she could have balanced a book on her head. "Just 25 more minutes! Surely I can make that?! I'm a 20 year old girl! I should be able to control my own bladder!" Becky picked up the pace. Each step began to shake her bladder more, and her pee hole muscles quivered with desperation. "Just hold it Becky! Just hold it! What are you? 5?!" She muttered as she scurried along. "TOILETS!" Her eyes lit up as she remembered the council had opened new ones near the high street. Her pace picked up further. Her little feet carrying her as fast as possible without running. Her excitement grew as she neared the entrance to the car park. "Please be open! Please be open!" She exclaimed as she hurried up to the door. "TOILETS CLOSED FOR MAINTENANCE" read the sign. "SHIT SHIT SHIT!!" Muttered Becky as she felt her bladder spasm and her pee muscles contract tightly to try and keep control. "WHY NOW?! WHY NOW?!" Becky knew she was in trouble. 20 minutes from home, with a quivering pussy like this. She had never been so desperate in her life. "Cars!! Lots of cars!" She muttered, hurrying through the car park. She dived between two parked vans. Becky had made a decision she never thought she would have to make. She was going to piss in public! How embarrassing! She fumbled around, lifted her skirt up out of the way, and managed to get her leggings and panties down far enough. Half a second later the piss erupted from her quivering pee hole. BANG! A car door nearby! "SHIT! SHIT SHIT SHIT!" Becky panicked. She clamped her pee hole tight and yanked her leggings back up. The wetness spread between her pussy lips as panties pulled firmly against them. Every passing second required her entire focus not to wet her self. She grabbed her self tightly under her skirt and helped her pussy maintain control. Her eyes skimming around to try and understand where the noise was coming from. She composed her self slowly, pulling her damp wedgie back out from between her legs having pulled them up so quickly. She couldn't tell where the sound had come from, so she decided to walk casually away. Her damp pussy tingling between her legs. The next minute or two of walking was agony. Teasing her pussy with relief like that was a poor move and her damp panties clinging to her quivering pussy were proving to be a serious distraction. 5 minutes of walking was agony. Her bladder was begging for relief and her pussy was struggling to contain the pent up damn of pee that was aching firmly in her lower stomach. Suddenly her eyes caught sight of a much needed chance of relief. "Oh how cliche!" She thought to her self as she slowly crept into the dark alley way she had spotted. For a second time, Becky fumbled with her skirt, leggings and damp panties. Again, she dropped into a squat position, and with no provoking her pussy began spraying piss onto the concrete floor between her feet. Just as the wave of relief began to spread across her, she heard a voice. "HEY! What are you doing?!" "No way! Not again?!" Was all that popped into Becky's head. "Please no!" "Oi! Get out of here!" Once again Becky demanded that her her pee hole began to hold again. Her pussy muscles responded as fast as they could, but in their worn out state didn't react fast enough. The flow slowly subsided, well after she had pulled her panties back up over her pussy. The hot piss spread fast in the fabric and between her quivering lips. "SHIT!" she exclaimed, as she hurried away from the alley way, still struggling to control her flow, and struggling even more to get her self fully dressed again! Once again, Becky was demanding too much of her poor worn out bladder muscles. She knew she was on borrowed time, and with the distraction of soaked panties clinging between her legs, she had no idea just how long she could hold out. Each attempt at relief just seemed to delay her arrival home, and each attempt seemed to end up getting her wetter. She passed through the entrance to the park, there were plenty of places she could sneak off and hide, but was it worth the risk? Would she just end up having to beg her pee muscles to regain control for a 3rd time? It was a risk she was willing to take at this point, any composure she had at the start of her walk was all but lost by this point. She casually walked straight off the path and into the bushes. She lifted her skirt yet again. This time she was greeted by a large wet patch on her leggings. She was lucky to be wearing a leather skirt that was for sure. For the 3rd time, she slid her panties and leggings down. Surely this would be the chance of relief she had been waiting for? Keeping her eyes wide open and scanning around, she lowered her self into a squat position, and released for what she hoped would be the final time. "Damn it Rob!" She heard a kid yell in the distance. A Frisbee slammed into the bush right next to her. "SERIOUSLY!! SERIOUSLY ROB!!" This time she didn't mutter, she basically shouted it. Once again Becky demanded her pee muscles clamp shut. This time, however, they refused. In the rush to compose her self before the impending arrival of a kid, she had pulled her panties and leggings up prematurely. Standing fully upright, pee flooding down her legs, Becky began to panic. She quickly grabbed the Frisbee and threw it away from her. She scrambled through the bushes away from where it had landed and hurried deeper into the forest, pee still flowing from her quivering pussy and quickly soaking her leggings and Converse. "Ohhhh shit!!!" she muttered as she hid her self in the dense undergrowth, waiting for the kid to hurry away and continue playing. As the flow subsided, she inspected the damage. Her converse were totally soaked, her leggings very obviously drenched, but her skirt had not a single sign of wetness. She formulated a plan and began to compose her self, ready to finish her walk home, hopefully while not being noticed. She stood up slowly, watching for people nearby. Slowly she slid her bare foot from her converse, pee dripping off her dainty toes. Very carefully she pulled her leggings down and off that one leg, doing her best to balance on one foot. With careful movements, she managed to bend over and tip the remaining pee from her shoe, before sliding her wet foot back in. She repeated the same process with her other leg and threw her leggings over a nearby tree branch. She always loved these leggings, but unfortunately, she couldn't be caught carrying them home. She didn't take long to decide that she would be keeping her wet panties on. At the end of the day she was still annoyed with her pussies lack of co-operation, and staying in pissy panties would be a suitable punishment she thought. Having just wet her self in public, Becky continued home. Her dainty feet in sopping wet converse, and her now much more relaxed pussy rubbing nicely against soaked, pissy panties.
No bathroom available   Georgina stood outside the queue of taxis at the airport chatting casually with the other drivers whilst drinking juice. It was a mild day and several international and local flights were due in making work likely after the usually mid morning lull. With short spiky hair dyed bright red, the body of a wrestler and tattoos down both arms Georgina stood out from the crowd. Outspoken, brassy, but incredibly beautiful in her own way with leggings and a dress top that amplified her large breasts, no-one messed with Georgina and she intended to keep it that way. Firm with the drug users and drunks but soft and tender with the disabled and young children she was one of the most respected and loved drivers for Go Cars.  A few passengers left the airport and Georgina finished her juice bottle and got into her cab and moved down slowly. Another group came out and little by little Georgina moved her cab to the front of the queue. Finally a passenger got in and Georgina clicked the meter on and asked the destination.  ‘Haggerty Farm country house hotel please. Leesham Lane, High Wigan.’ ‘That’s quite a journey sir. It’ll cost you around £70 if you are ok with that?’  ‘Of course. How long do you think it will take mam? I have an important meeting to be at by 3pm there that I can’t miss.’  ‘Sat nav is saying arrival time is 2:50 sir. Is that ok?’  ‘Perfect’  And with no time to spare Georgina started the engine and headed to the motorway towards High Wigan, her passenger now settled and not very talkative and her car ready for the longer than usual journey.  ‘Long time since I’ve been this far sir. I hope your flight went well?’  ‘Yeah all good thanks. If you’ll excuse me I need to send some important emails.’ ‘No no. Go ahead.’  For the next half hour there was no other conversation as Georgina headed off the motorway and onto a duel carriageway, still driving fast but slightly less so than on the motorway. As she passed a lay-by with a portaloo she felt a desire to go but time was of the essence and she carried on driving. Traffic was flowing well thankfully and her passenger seemed much more relaxed as she checked in the rear view mirror.   ‘You’ll be pleased to know sir that we have made up some time already and expected time of arrival is now 2:46.’ ‘Oh that’s brilliant. Thanks so much. It’s such a lovely route this isn’t it. Nothing beats the U.K. countryside regardless how many countries I visit.’ ‘Have you travelled to many places then?’  ‘Oh goodness yes mam. My passport is my best friend both for work and leisure. I fly more than some people drive...well maybe cab drivers like yourself excluded, but you know what I mean.’  Conversation continued freely as time passed and Georgina found her passenger both easy to talk to, interesting and clearly intelligent. She also concluded that he had a highly influential job which paid exceptionally well. He obviously couldn’t be late for his meeting so despite her bladder giving more frequent jibes Georgina knew that her role was to keep driving and get her passenger to where he needed to be.  Half an hour or so later and conversation was naturally dying down, partly because the passenger had received a few text messages and partly because Georgina was getting much more keen to use the toilet. The problem was there just wasn’t a toilet available as she drove through country road after country road with the odd lay-by but no sign of toilets anywhere. Besides she couldn’t afford to pull in even if there was one.  Finally a sign to High Wigan appeared and Georgina smiled. Hopefully her bladder would get release soon as there was no way she could drive the two hour route back without using a toilet first.  The closer Georgina got to High Wigan the more things became a little strange. She passed a police car sitting in a lay-by which she noted with interest. A few miles passed and another police car over took her cab on a two lanes stretch of road.  ‘Goodness I wonder what’s going on here. It’s rare to see the police out so much in this quiet area.’  ‘Ah I might be able to explain that. I can’t tell you much due to data protection but the conference is of international importance and security is tight. You will probably be directed once in the hotel car park and I will be escorted in by police and you will be expected to drive straight out again.’ ‘Oh’  ‘I hope that isn’t an inconvenience at all. It’s just down to security I’m afraid. There wouldn’t be anything in the hotel that you would be interested in anyway I imagine. Unless you are a journalist or press photographer but I somehow don’t think you look like one of them!’  While the passenger chuckled at his own comment Georgina couldn’t help feeling nervous and worried. She had in fact hoped to pop into the hotel reception and ask to use the ladies. Having been wanting to go for quite some time now the idea of driving back on a full bladder wasn’t appealing at all. She’s never ever wanted to be a journalist or a press photographer but the idea suddenly appealed just to gain access to a toilet!  After checking that her passenger was busy she gave herself a quick squeeze between her legs as she indicated to pull into the road of the hotel.  Sure enough there were police and security everywhere. Within a mile of the hotel she was stopped and a police officer asked her to put her window down. He asked who the passenger was and even requested proof which Georgina handed from the passenger to the police officer. Being watched meant Georgina had to squeeze her thighs privately as she wriggled a little in her seat. She thought about asking the police if she could use the toilets in the hotel reception quickly but she changed her mind when she looked at how solemn and stern the officer looked. She just had to hold a bit longer.  ‘Right mam. When the officer waves you in you can proceed down this lane and you will be directed where to allow your passenger to disembark. You must keep your engine on and as soon as you are instructed to do so please drive back out and up this road. I must stress that no photographs may be taken of the hotel or area at all and you must not leave your vehicle for any reason. Is that understood?’  ‘Yes of course’  Georgina wriggled a little more before pressing the clutch, putting the cab into gear and heading down the lane.  ‘How much is the fair man?’  ‘The meter is reading £72 sir. I hope that’s ok?’  ‘Yes that’s fine. Thanks again. It’s been a lovely journey thanks and I really appreciate the prompt arrival time.’  Georgina was waved into a parking space right outside the main grand entrance as her passenger got out the driver’s side and handed Georgina a pile of notes through the window. With the engine still running Georgina did as instructed and reversed out and back down the lane, waving an acknowledgment to the policeman who had spoken to her just a few moments before.  Now Georgina was struggling! She had banked on being able to use the toilets at the hotel having been desperate for a while on the long journey. As she indicated to turn left onto the duel carriageway and round the roundabout she looked anxiously around for any signs of anywhere she could go. As earlier though police and security was high and a helicopter even circulated ahead. That meant even pulling into a lay-by and finding a bush wasn’t even an option.  The more Georgina thought about it the more she had to go. She turned round at the roundabout to head back to her home town thinking fast to find anywhere with a toilet. She thought back to the one portaloo she had seen on route but not only was it the opposite side of the road but it was also over an hour away yet and there was no way she could last that long!  With police still everywhere all she could do was drive and hold and she wedged a hand between her leg to do just that. Turning down a long stretch of windy country road she hoped the police would disperse and that a lay-by would appear. The road seemed to go on forever and will more and more bends Georgina was forced to hold the steering wheel with both hands having to squeeze her muscles hard and wriggle on the seat.  Finally she saw a lay-by in the distance. Just like as when she approached the hotel the idea of imminent release intensified the urgency for Georgina as she bounced and moaned as she drove.  ‘Oh fuck I HAVE to pee so bad!’ She moaned to no-one but herself.  She indicated, pulled in and turned the engine off as she used a hand to press hand against her crotch.  ‘God I need to go!’  The lay-by had been empty but as Georgina opened the driver’s door another car pulled in right behind her cab and as she looked in her mirror a male passenger jumped out and ran to a nearby bush. Georgina sat in her cab rubbing hard and rocking not willing to embarrass herself in public in front of a man and cursing the fact she had leggings on that needed pulled down.  ‘Would you stop pissing man! You are making this so much worse! Hurry up!! I NEED to wee!’  Shaking, sweating, rocking and rubbing Georgina willed the other car to go as she scanned around for somewhere to hide. Despite doing everything she felt her bladder contract and a warm trickle run into her knickers.  ‘Why is there nowhere for woman to go! This is outrageous! What am I meant to do? Piss myself?’  As soon as the words were out her lips it was as if her body gained permission to do just that as another strong urge overtook poor Georgina’s body and her urethra popped like a cork had been pulled out. Suddenly urine whooshed into her knickers, down her leggings and soaked into the leather seat squelching beneath her large thighs and buttocks. It poured out for so long as Georgina gazed jealousy at the male stranger pissing freely at the side of the road while her clothes and seat filled still with warm smelly urine.  Finally the other car drove away and Georgina climbed out the cab and walked to the rear as gravity made urine still run down the inside of her leggings. She clicked the boot open and rummaged for some kitchen roll she kept for clearing up vomit. It took the entire roll to dry her seat and she sat on the paper to continue the hour and a half back, parking round the back of her house to avoid being seen.  Yes the passenger had paid well but it didn’t account for the fact that as a grown mature woman she had still disgraced herself all because there was just nowhere to pee.
A gentle breeze blew across the ocean's shining, sunlit surface, causing tiny ripples to run and lap on the beach, paired with the distant sounds of rustling life from the smaller inhabitants; these were the only noises that could be heard to any inhabitants of Indonesia's Infant Island, an untouched sanctuary of nature's blessings. And there was someone present to listen, the only intelligent resident on the island presently: the kaiju boy 25 meters tall, Mothra Leo, green in hair, wings, and experience. Were he to speak openly, Leo would have to confess that he was a little lonely today with no one to talk to. His only companion was a pet Ghogo, little more than a ball of white fluff and a single antenna, sitting on his shoulder and keeping him company. Leo had already exhausted every idea of how to spend the day, meaning he had done some solo combat training, thrusting his fists forward at an imaginary enemy while shouting made-up attack names as he faced the ocean, and vigorously pet Ghogo. Now, he was bored as he laid on the beach, his feet resting in the shallow waters, looking up at the noontime sun. "What do I do the rest of the day, buddy?" Just then, something small floated and bumped into the sole of his right foot guard. "Hm?" Ordinarily, these waters were clear, so something washing up was unusual. At the very least, it was interesting enough for Leo to spread his open palms on the sand to push himself upright, so he could look over at the water. His head pivoted from side to side, and his wings twitched on his back, yet the ocean remained undisturbed no matter where he looked. "Did I just imagine that?" That's when he looked down at his foot, and poking out from the side, was a small, meaty red starfish, squirming and wriggling. Immediately, Leo perked up, as he pulled his legs closer to his torso in a crossed fashion and leaned forward to look at the starfish closer. Startled by the sudden movement, Ghogo's sharp talons dug into Leo's shoulder to keep steady. Leo didn't even notice such a minor injury. "Oh! Hello there, little guy!" Putting his face close enough to feel the salty water splash against his cheeks, Leo slowly moved his hand above the sea creature, extending the index finger and poking the many bumps on its top, watching it wriggle in response. "Hehe, aren't you a funny little one?" Putting his hands together, with fingers and outer halves curved upwards, he scooped the starfish up, spreading his digits just slightly to let the water stream down. His hands rolled around and rocked the creature around so he could get a better look, and at some point, flipped his right hand over, facing downwards, to drop it face down into his left hand. "Ow!" That's when the top of the starfish split open into four flaps and spat out a viscous goop onto the underside of his fingers, the only part of his hand not protected by gloves, causing a sudden surge of pain. Surprised and shocked, Leo flailed back, waving his arms as his wings extended from his back, sending the starfish flying back into the water. Not that he noticed, being far too busy waving his injured hand around frantically. "Owowowowow!" Eventually, he tired of the arm swinging, and instead slowly lifted the affected, shaking hand close to his face. That's when he saw the fingers on his left hand, excluding the pinkie, now a bright, burning red as the goo foamed and sizzled, an acid eating through his skin. Gingerly, he pursed his lips and began blowing cool air on the ouchie, tears building up in the corners of his eyes. Seemingly as a response to the shouts, Ghogo jumped off of Leo's shoulder. It would be normal to assume that it would run away in fear of the convulsions and loud noises, but instead, the furry creature leapt to Leo's upper left arm, sliding down to a resting spot on his wrist. The sight of his fuzzy friend only brought Leo momentary comfort to distract from the pain, but that was far from the end. Soon, the fire beneath his skin was extinguished by a gentle trickle of warm, golden water, washing away all the anguish in a simple flow. Before long, the agonizing pain that had wracked the kaiju's arm was gone, with only the lingering memory as evidence of the attack. The memory, and the Ghogo pee on Leo's hand. This was one of the strange abilities of the little animal's species: healing urine. Just one quick little spritz of relief, and any small wound was erased. While certainly a handy thing, it was still kinda gross, and as soon as Ghogo jumped off, the moth boy quickly bent down and dunked his hand in the ocean, eager to wash off the mess. And with that, as the weird starfish floated at the mercy of the waves, it was almost as if it had never appeared in the first place. There was only one remnant of the events that had just transpired, a small one. Leo subtly shifted his footing in the sand, pushing his upper legs together just so. Clearly, having Ghogo urinate on his hand had reminded him of something within himself. "Now I gotta go, too." Nothing serious, of course, just a little nag from his bladder, reminding him that it could use a little attention. After all, he hadn't relieved himself at all today, he hadn't felt a need to. Thankfully, there was no obstacle. Leo was alone on Infant Island, so he had nothing to be ashamed of, should he do his business anywhere he pleased. Put simply, there was literally no reason to hold it any longer. Facing the wide expanse of the ocean's endless waters, the thought certainly occurred to him to pull down his tight black shorts, bring out his "lower antenna", and raise the water level a hair. It was something he'd never tried, being far too worried about his bodily fluids polluting the sea. The innate morals of a divine moth were coded deep. Instead, Leo moved one foot back, preparing to turn around, so that he would face the many trees of the island, any one of which would be suitable for relieving himself. "Maybe I should go use that one tree," he giggled, thinking of a specific tree that he had used more often, now with a patch of flowers growing at the root, no doubt prospering due to his diligent watering. It was only then that he was interrupted by a sight high in the bright blue sky, of a seemingly heavenly kaiju with extremely large wings slowly flapping as it approached, the sun's rays turning her into little more than an illuminated silhouette. Leo immediately recognized the figure as the white-haired and fair guardian of the world and its natural inhabitants, Mothra, a reassuring and comforting sight to all who knew her as the Earth's benevolent protector. But, to young Leo, she meant something wholly different. "Mommy!" Upon hearing her title, Mothra perked up, divebombing at a rapid descent, a missile on a collision course with her son, cutting through the wind itself with her speed, even as her wings slid into half-retraction. And Leo welcomed the approaching onslaught with open arms, for he knew what would follow: his mother crashing into him with her arms extended, wrapping them around her boy's torso with blinding speed, lifting him 15 meters into the air to allow their cheeks to touch, rocking him to and fro in an aggressive hug. "How's my little guy doing? Were you okay all by yourself?" With closed eyes and a wide smile, Leo giggled in his mother's embrace. "I was fine, mom, really! How was Uncle Battra?" "Well, he's...he's still your Uncle Battra, all right." Mothra put her son down and brushed her kimono back into more presentable form. "So, nothing happened while I was gone?" "Um...no, nothing interesting. Just played around a while. I might have even gotten a head start on coming up with a new move!" Jumping back and turning to face an empty direction towards the ocean, Leo steadied his stance and put both hands by his sides, tensing his fingers as hard as he could without bursting his blood vessels, he closed his eyes and began focusing power into his palms. And then he lost focus and came back to the moment. "Oh, but there was this weird starfish that washed up on the shore." "Starfish?" Mothra tilted her head, confused. "Yeah, it was this dark red, it had a bunch of weird, big bumps on its center, and it hurt me!" That last bit of information instantly worried Mothra, plain as day on her face, and Leo backpedaled. "Oh, but I'm fine now, really! It's probably still floating in the water if you wanna see it." "No, I don't need to. I saw a lot of them while I was flying back. They thinned out as I got closer to Infant Island, but if they've already reached this far..." She looked out towards the horizon, clearly concerned, mulling it over in silence for quite some time. "Sorry to leave again so suddenly, but I think I need to look into this further." Unfurling her large wings, Mothra left the ground, flapping hard enough to blow the sand beneath her feet around. The only thing that stopped her was Leo tugging on the hem of her kimono, a slightly dangerous game with the very loose way his mother wore the outfit around her respectable bust, unsecured by her shoulders. "Can I come with you, mommy? Can I? Can I please?" "Er...you should probably stay here, sweetie. I don't know what's behind these starfish, it could be dangerous. I don't want you getting in over your head." "Aw, come on," Leo pouted. "I can handle it! I told you already, I've been practicing my moves!" "I know that, but I'm worried you might still be too young for something this serious." "But you said I've got some 'great power' deep within me! Don't I have to learn how to use that? Come on, if I'm gonna be a guardian of the Earth like you one day, I need to know how to fight! Please, mom? Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseple-" "Alright, alright," Mothra relented with a sigh. Despite her status as a "mother of the Earth", she had a very hard time saying "no" to her son. "But I want you to stay close to me, and if it starts to look scary, get out of there." "I'm not gonna get scared, mommy. I can handle whatever this is!" Letting go of his mother, Leo unfurled his wings and rocketed into the air, bursting with glee. "Come on, let's go! Let's go!" Shaking in anticipation, it was all he could do to wait for his mother to ascend and lead the way. Finally, mom wasn't going to leave him behind while she got to do the cool stuff. It was his first step to becoming a man! He was practically leaving his childhood behind as Infant Island disappeared below the horizon behind them. However, there was one reminder about what he was leaving behind that Leo couldn't ignore. So engrossed in the prospect of getting to show off his strength to his mother, he had completely forgotten that he was on his way to relieve himself mere minutes ago. And now that he had denied himself the opportunity, his bladder was quick to tell him why that was such a bad idea. Still nothing unbearable, or even uncomfortable, but he wasn't going to be able to ignore it again. It wouldn't take long to turn back around to take a quick little pit stop before resuming their epic journey, but Leo hardly even entertained the thought. After all that boasting, I'd look like an idiot if I immediately had to stop just so I could pee! I'm sure this isn't going to take long anyway. Pushing the need to the back of his mind, the two moth kaiju continued their ocean flight. --------------- Even as she passed over the tranquil depths, Mothra couldn't completely swallow the lump of worry that had formed in her throat. It wasn't so easy when the cause was multi-faceted. First, while she had learned to cope with it in her many travels, the thought of the endless expanse of water beneath was certainly stomach-turning to a kaiju afraid of the water. Second, she really had no idea what awaited the two when they found the source of the starfish, but she had a bad premonition about it. Third, should they get into a battle without whatever the spawner was, would her little boy be alright? And fourth, would she be alright? She had really only just touched down on Infant Island, and aside from that short rest, she had been flying to and fro across the seas. She was strong enough to handle that without worry, her wings didn't ache or anything, but that didn't mean she could go forever without a break, for a myriad of other reasons, one in particular. Perhaps I was too hasty in leaving Infant Island again. I could really use a little tinkle break. Beneath the long skirt of her kimono, Mothra was able to secretly knock her knees together and rub her thighs against one another. While she had taken her morning piddle before departing the first time, that was very early in the morning, before the sun could even be considered "risen". It felt a little weird to relieve herself while visiting her brother, so even though she was feeling the need while there, she told herself she would hold it until she returned home, to Infant Island. Then she got distracted by seeing her son, and the potential threat, and she temporarily forgot that she needed to pee, only being reminded with a strong pulse from her bladder once the two were well on their way. By this point, it was too late to fly back, so she had to make a decision: hope they passed by an island to use as a rest stop, or simply relieve herself in the ocean. While that second option would certainly free her bodily functions, should the origin of these starfish be waiting for a fight, if she thought it was awkward to answer nature's call around her brother, it would be twice as uncomfortable to do it with her son right there. Even if she asked him to turn around and cover his ears, he would know exactly what his mother was doing. If we happen to pass by an island, I'll make a stop. And if we don't, I'll just have to manage. And if I can't...well, I'd rather not think about that. Taking a deep breath, Mothra steeled herself, meditating in flight to push the need to the back of her mind. Problem was, even with her many, many years of expertise that included holding her urine, she couldn't defy nature. She couldn't simply ignore a need as severe as this, at least not through only mental fortitude. She needed some form of distraction, she didn't want to be on-edge and stressed out when they arrived at their destination, and she'd need to do it the old-fashioned way. "So, what were you doing today, Leo?" "Huh?" Seems that Leo wasn't paying much attention prior to being addressed, considering his shock at having to participate in a conversation. "I-I said before, I really just played around on the beach practicing new moves, me and Ghogo. I was getting really bored before you came back." "Oh, sorry, I suppose I forgot." That topic ended quickly, but since Mothra was far from able to overlook her growing desperation, a second question was soon poised. "So, you brushed me off before, but what did the starfish do to you? How did it hurt you?" "Um, I think it was, like, acid it spat out on me. You know, it hurt, like it was burning, but then Ghogo...you know, peed on it and made it better." "Mmph!" Leo did say that the injury he had received was all healed, it was on her for not putting it together that Ghogo's special brand of healing was behind the recovery. And now her plan to distract herself from her bladder had backfired, as she now had the exact image of a little urination in her mind's eye. And this one wasn't going away so easily. "I-is that right? W-well t-then, we'll need to be extra careful when we find where these starfish are coming from." "S-sure." Again, Leo was quick to kill the conversation, meaning Mothra had nothing to occupy herself with. It's not like him to act so distant, especially not after getting so excited over coming. Maybe his nerves are getting the better of him? She wanted to soothe her son, but she couldn't think clearly enough to give him words of encouragement. In time, the air of worry circling the kaiju infected Mothra, far beyond a simple fear of having an accident. Is Leo going to be alright? Getting into fights with other monsters is really dangerous, he could get really hurt! Should I tell him to go home? Maybe I should tell him to go home. She turned her head as far to the side as she could to look at Leo, whose gaze was drawn to the side, inattentive. No. He's not a little baby anymore. Having his mommy with him in his first fight could be a good learning experience, practice for when he's on his own one day. And he was so excited...but what if this monster is really strong? What if his first fight is against Ghidorah?! He could be in real danger! But I'd look really mean if I told him to go home now... "Leo, before we get where we're going, just in case there's a big, scary monster waiting, we should review some safety tips. What's the first thing we should do when encountering a stranger that we think might be aggressive?" --------------- "And you really should run back to the ocean if you feel it's getting too hot. You don't want to be getting heatstroke." For the last couple hours, Mothra had lectured Leo on proper safety, lessons he had heard plenty of times before. It wasn't that he was ungrateful for his mother's concern, but right now, he really just wanted some quiet time, to focus on keeping his bladder strong. Yet every time he felt like he was able to concentrate, his mom would come in with another piece of wisdom, that he would have to respond to, either to answer a question or just acknowledge that he understood, and his need to pee would grow ever so slightly. By now, all those "ever so slightlys" had added up, and Leo really needed to go. Though he kept his hands by his sides, very deliberately, he couldn't help but rub his knees ahead and behind, keeping his member pressed tight between his legs. Please don't look back here, mom. He didn't want to squirm like this, but he didn't have much of a choice. If he didn't apply external pressure, the internal pressure would overtake him before long. So, what could he do about it? Chances were starting to look slim that he'd make it the whole way, there and back again, completely dry, so what were his alternatives? He had never ventured far off Infant Island, and even then, very rarely, so he had no clue whether there would be an island on the route that he could use for a short break. And of course, it was way, way too late to go back. But, again, what could he do about it? The only solution coming to mind was the massive one right below him: the vast ocean. He certainly had a lot of pee in him, but it was mere droplets compared to the ocean. Were he to drain himself, it would hardly make a difference. Even the blue of the ocean would only be disturbed a short while. Or, rather, the red of the ocean. They had flown so far, the starfish population had grown, dense enough that they were flying over a literal red sea. But just because there would be little visible proof of his deed, that didn't make it right. I can't just pollute the water like that. Mom would be really disappointed in me, and Uncle Battra would be furious if he ever found out! No, I'm supposed to be a protector of the planet, I can't just...dirty its waters like that! Even just once...I can't go making exceptions for myself. He looked forward at his mother flying ahead, remembering the lessons she had taught him about proper guardian etiquette. And something else. And I can't...go in front of mom. It'd be so embarrassing... Still, even though he knew the thought was wrong, he couldn't stop looking at the ocean, imagining just how much better he would feel if he could just take a whiz here. He could practically see what would be a strong stream flowing into the calm waters, causing ripples to form at the point of impact. Ripples much like the ones undulating on the surface now, actually, the ones currently growing in intensity. And the subtle sound of something rushing through the depths, increasing and ascending. "Move!" Leo had never heard his mother so frantic, and before he could even understand what she was so panicked about, he hurriedly flapped his wings hard, reeling backwards from the recoil. And just in time, for as soon as he was clear of the rippling circle, it erupted into a massive tornado spout that reached high into the air, the many starfish occupying that space swirled up into the sky, forming a shield of sorts. It was hard to see into the center of the tower, but even still, Leo could make out a figure: tall, stocky, and wide, with big, fleshy wings. And whatever it was, he was sure it wasn't friendly. However, because of the starfish barrier, he couldn't do anything but watch. His mother was obscured on the other side, so he could only assume she was doing the same. Before long, the pillar dissipated, and the marine creatures fell with it, leaving nothing more than the mysterious figure floating in the air, fully illuminated by the daytime sun. Leo's initial assessments were correct: this kaiju was a muscular male with wide shoulders and a defined chest, visible through his skintight algae green wetsuit, with joints accented by skin tone patches, only more yellowed. And he had eyes colder than the deepest depths of the ocean, providing just as much pressure with nothing more than a simple glance. "Who are you," Mothra called, in a stance that said she was ready to fight, both hands extended and crossed in front of her face, eyes not wavering. All of a sudden, Leo remembered that he should prepare his body as well, he held his left hand far in front of his face, fingers pointed upwards and thumb facing himself, while he balled his right hand into a fist and positioned it above his right breast. Slowly, the kaiju turned in the air, turning his back to Leo as if he weren't even worth thinking about. "So the divine moths remain. Your kind was once more numerous than a mere two, if I'm not mistaken. Have the years been so cruel to your species? If you truly are 'guardians', as you once claimed, your job is far from over. That's why I was created, after all." "'Created'? Ha! Monsters aren't 'created', they're just born," Leo loudly laughed, though with voice shaking. The monster didn't even turn to Leo before responding. "They are when there's a specific need in the natural world that nature won't fill." And Mothra didn't share Leo's objection. "So who are you? Why were you created?" He was silent for an uncomfortably long time before answering. "Dagahra. Long ago, there were a people called the Nilai-Kanai, the most advanced in the world. They evolved so quickly, they polluted the planet with the waste of their technology. And rather than improve, they decided the better course of action was a creature that would clean up their trash, because no 'guardian' warned them of their folly. That's how I came to be. And I performed my task. I cleaned up garbage. I started with the Nilai-Kanai." Leo gasped, and his stance loosened a bit, but Mothra didn't falter in the slightest. "So what prompted your return now?" "I defeated the Nilai-Kanai, but was subsequently sealed by their technology. Fortunately, no prison can contain me forever, so millenia later, I rise again. And my children have had plenty to eat since my awakening." "C-children?!" Not entirely of his own volition, Leo inched away. "You mean the starfish?! What are they eating?" Again, Dagahra kept his back turned to the moth boy. "Barem. And they'll consume whatever crosses their path, strengthened by any pollution they can eat. With this world in the state it's in, it won't be long before they've had their fill. Humans will bring about their own destruction, as the natural order requires." Mothra had kept a stern expression until now, but it fell after hearing that, and she grimaced. "You sound way too much like my brother..." Not that he disagreed with his mother's assessment, but Leo went in a different direction for his response. "Anyone that threatens the innocent creatures of the Earth has to answer to us! We'll take you down!" Finally, Dagahra looked at Leo, with a stare that froze Leo to the bone. "So the runt is actually looking for a fight. You're welcome to try, but be prepared to cry to your mother when you retreat. Assuming you live to see that." It was a harsh thing to say when his mother was hovering right beneath him, one who didn't take kindly to her son being threatened. The two antennae sticking out of her head began to glow, a precursor to her Beam Pulser ability. Catching on to her strategy, Leo also began focusing energy into the triangle of birthmark dots on his forehead, his Crossheat Lasers. Their attacks shot forth simultaneously, two wavy rays from Mothra and three prismatic lasers from Leo, both aimed at Dagahra's large body. Dagahra, meanwhile, simply dropped back beneath the waves with a smirk, allowing the two blasts to harmlessly collide above his head with a flash. And as soon as he submerged, he seemingly vanished. Though momentarily blinded by the glare, the two moths quickly began searching for their opponent, darting their heads around, rapidly realizing it was a fool's errand. "Do not let your guard down, Leo," Mothra warned, very seriously. "He has the environmental advantage, and he's not looking to be a pushover in a fight. We'll need to be cautious to win." In an effort to close their blind spots, Mothra backed up behind her son, looking in opposite directions with only their wings to separate them. "I p-promise I'll be c-careful," Leo stuttered. And he was starting to regret coming out here, like he was in way over his head. Leo had lived a very comfortable life on Infant Island, and he had never felt fear anything like this. A sense of bravado was the only thing keeping him from freezing in terror at the prospect of having to fight Dagahra. And that was far from the only thing keeping him from peak performance. "H-hnh," he squealed, crossing his legs tightly. And I gotta pee! I've never needed to pee so bad in my life! Were he unoccupied...well, he never would have let it get anywhere close to this bad if he had the freedom, but if he somehow did become so desperate, he'd be scrambling for some trees by now. His chances were starting to look poor, and some part of him was now rethinking his adamant refusal to pee in the ocean, to eliminate the chance that it could hamper his fighting ability. How am I supposed to beat Dagahra if I'm barely avoiding having an accident?! Too bad that Dagahra wasn't going to make taking a little break easy for reasons beyond his mere presence. Even though two kaiju were searching for him, he still managed to burst forth from beneath the waves undetected. He wasn't able to get behind Mothra, but he still shot upwards to her side, sharply reducing the time she had to prepare for the onslaught of attacks sure to follow from the pulled back fist already at the ready. However, unknown to Dagahra, Mothra had a specific style of fighting, one that did not prioritize head-on fighting. Because of that, as the right jab came swinging at her, she slid through the air, flowing around the punch, feeling nothing but the wind behind the blow, strong enough to send Leo tumbling away. Mothra couldn't dodge the next fist, a left jab, and could only intercept the attack with her forearm, and while she blocked it without serious damage, she was still forced back by the impact. Because she was being forced back, she could do nothing but counter each attack in a flurry of matching blows of both arms and legs, each collision sending out a wave of power strong enough to keep anyone else away. Leo could only watch from a distance as his mother engaged in a fierce battle, almost too fast to watch. His eyes continued darting back and forth to follow the flow of the fight, his brow furrowing as worry continued to dig a pit in his stomach. But, if he couldn't get close, for fear of causing interference, then there was only one thing he could do to help. Sticking his right arm out as far as he could, he stretched out his index and pinkie fingers until they were sore, and focused a strong quantity of energy into the limb, causing green lightning to crackle around his sleeve. Though he was shaking, he used his other hand to guide his aim, lining it with Dagahra, and let the pent-up power run wild. "Petite Railgun!" A perfectly straight bolt of green electricity erupted out at the speed of sound with a deafening echo, with recoil so strong that Leo went zooming back, taking everything he had to stay upright. It was a powerful special move, but he had neglected to take one thing into account: Dagahra was the one on the offensive. He could stop attacking at any time without penalty, and did so, dashing back and dodging the bullet with room to spare. Mothra, on the other hand, had the speeding green lightning zoom a hair past her nose, close enough to feel the heat and hear the static. Her pupils shrunk to the size of grains of sand as her jaw dropped, and she froze. Even though he had an open shot, Dagahra chose not to continue his pursuit of Mothra, instead turning his attention to Leo. "You're eager to die, aren't you?" Immediately, Leo regretted attempting to muscle in, but there wasn't much he could do now. Dagahra rushed the kaiju boy with a burst that could be mistaken for a sonic boom, and wrapped his large hand around Leo's face, slamming the moth against the surface of the water, which felt like a solid surface under the force, and dunking him under. Leo tried to fight back, but as he was, he couldn't hit hard enough to break the monster's grip. "Get away from him!" With a mother's fury, Mothra charged in to save her little boy. And flew straight into Dagahra's other hand, held open to catch her in a grip identical to the one binding her son. With two bugs in his clutches, the aquatic kaiju lifted the younger one back into the air, feeling him gasp for breath against his palm, and held the two up at equal height, at which point he slammed their heads together. And while they were both seeing doubles, he dragged them across the waves at Mach 2. Finally, once he tired of skidding kaiju, he skipped them like stones with a thrust and a toss, and they landed with such force that every nearby Barem was pushed far away. He didn't seem interested in pursuing any further for the time being, leaving Mothra and Leo floating on the surface. Mothra, on her back, groaned. "He's really a league above most." Face down, Leo's response came out as nothing more than air bubbles. But, whatever he said, he was thinking something entirely different. It's a good thing I'm already in the water... He couldn't be blamed for it, considering how much he was getting the stuffing beaten out of him, with a very full bladder, but a warm jet of urine spurted into his shorts, dissipating in a tiny yellow cloud in the salty water. He wanted to let the rest out. He really wanted to let the rest of the pee gush out from his poor bladder. It'd certainly allow him to focus a bit more on Dagahra, something that was clearly needed, considering the gap in power. I...I gotta...I really, really gotta...but I can't make the water all dirty! It took a lot longer to convince himself of the moral implications this time, but he kept the high ground regardless. The momentary loss of control did make one fact abundantly clear, though: this fight needed to end soon. Maybe, just maybe, if this great monster battle was won quickly, Leo could have just enough strength to fly back to Infant Island dry. It was a lot of "ifs" and "maybes", but it was the only light he had, the only outcome that didn't involve doing the unforgivable deed of relieving himself in the water. The only question was, how could he pull it off? Even mom's getting tossed around by this guy! Even if we work together, what chance do we have? Oh...even if we can win, it's gonna take forever! I'm not gonna be able to hold it! Even now, with an oppressive danger looming close, Leo could only muster up the strength to flip himself upright to breathe. Mom...Mom always said I had a lot of power buried deep inside me. Well, I feel a lot of something, alright! I just need to draw that power out while keeping the other stuff inside. Ha, easy... Can't I catch a break here?! No matter how much he grit his teeth, tried to use his resolve to fuel his body, it was all he could do to tilt his head upwards and see Dagahra looking at the two from afar. And see him begin charging towards them. Leo very nearly leaked again at the sight. And if he didn't leak at that, he most certainly did in surprise at what followed. Just as Dagahra was bearing down upon them, a crossing beam of light came shooting from the dark depths, aimed squarely at the imposing kaiju. Dagahra used his arms to block and power through the blast, until a second followed, and a third, and a fourth, and added together, the pressure sent the monster soaring back with a shout. Before Leo could even ask what just happened, everything began shaking. The waves that formed as a result would have been enough to sweep them away, were it not for something rising out from beneath the water and lifting them out. Only when he was no longer riding the rolling ripples was Leo able to prop himself up, almost sitting fully upright with his legs splayed ahead. As he quickly discovered when he darted his view around, in as many directions as possible without completely spinning his head. And he'd never believe it were he not seeing it with his own eyes. A tall stone pyramid rising into the open, water streaming down its many stairs, outlining the carved patterns on the walls. Adorning each of the four sides was a raised statue of a dragon's head on pillars, and from their mouths, the energy beams holding back Dagahra. Leo's mind started going wild with so many rapid thoughts, he was speechless. Mothra was the only one with a vocal observation. "Has this always been resting here?" "Ggrrghh...you damn Nilai-Kanai," Dagahra roared. "Even now, you think you can control me!" With his sharp teeth bared, the kaiju screamed, his voice nothing but rage, forcefully breaking his guard stance, with a fury strong enough that he no longer paid the beams of the Nilai-Kanai Guardian Towers any mind, even as they made direct contact with his body. Clutching a fist hard enough to draw blood from his palm, and veins outlined on his forehead distinct enough to rupture, Dagahra rushed to the guardian moths again, still screaming. Both Mothra and Leo saw the beast coming and scrambled to their feet. Leo, however, ran into a little snag along the way. While he was on one knee, that knee resting behind his hips while his foot was as far forward as it could be while keeping his other knee bent, only just lifting his pelvis off the stone floor, his holding strength faltered, only for a moment, but a longer moment than any previous spurt. It still stopped in less than a second, but the warm dampness spread quickly across the front of his pants, and even that tepid temperature sent shivers up his spine when it was in direct contact with his little member. And he froze in place with a blank stare, the light having seemingly disappeared from his eyes. Even while staggering to her feet, his mother certainly picked up on her son's slow responses. Her eyes darted between Dagahra bearing down on her and Leo kneeling down beside her. Without taking her attention off the impending enemy, she made an order. "Leo, get out of here. Fly away." She gulped, but her stern expression never softened. "W-what?" Leo climbed to his feet, seemingly now able to completely ignore his discomfort. "Mom, I'm not going to leave you here! You can't beat this guy by yourself!" He wasn't naive enough to think his mother would win this fight with how it was going so far, and while he also realized this would be his only opportunity to get out of here now and stand a chance of relieving his bursting bladder, this was much more important. She opened her mouth for a retort, but was interrupted by Dagahra's fist-led charge reaching her, aimed squarely at her jaw. With all the grace of someone slipping on the wet stone, Mothra's feet slid out from beneath her, so the punch collided with nothing but her falling hair, and once she landed on her butt, she kicked a leg up as high as her kimono would allow, hitting Dagahra's abdomen with her heel and using her point of leverage, combined with his momentum, to toss the kaiju over her and into the pyramid, opening him up to another blast from the Guardian Towers. But she didn't forget what she was saying before. "Mothra Leo, you are going back to Infant Island right this second!" He tried, really, but Leo could find no words. Mom never calls me by my full name...not unless she's being really serious. With a direct order like that from his mother, he had no choice but to obey. Only problem was, he couldn't get his wings to listen. They had long since folded onto his back, and he couldn't get them to unfurl no matter how hard he tried to force it. Come on, come on! What's messing me up?! Instead, his only means of escape was running away, tripping over his own feet in the process, dashing around the corner of the pyramid, cowering behind one of the Guardian Towers. On the other side of the structure, he could see nothing, but he heard countless, rapid sounds of fierce battle. Even when he couldn't see, Leo buried his face in the pillar and closed his eyes. She's still fighting... Mom's still fighting, and I'm hiding in a corner! He clutched the grooves of the Guardian Tower, and his legs never stopped shaking. And I'm gonna wet myself! He took one hand off the pillar and instead used it to grip the boyhood bulge on his shorts, just in time to feel another spurt of urine jet out, and now the moisture found its way onto his palm, like his shorts weren't even a barrier, too wet to contain any more pee. "A-aah!" He crossed his knees over one another, squeezing his legs together tight enough that it started to hurt, adding to the burning sensation of a boiling flood barely being contained at the base of his privates. The square, stone, carved pillar hardly resembled a round, wooden, bark-covered tree trunk, but the more Leo looked at it, the more he began to visualize what would, in the best of circumstances, be his prime choice on where to answer nature's call. He knew, it still wasn't at all an "acceptable" place to go, but to a kid drowning in desperation, the similarities to somewhere okay were overwhelming. Much like how he would watch his golden stream snake between the cracks of a tree's bark, Leo could picture those same exact fluid mechanics taking place in the patterned carvings of the tower. "Gah!" Cue another leak, trickling down his leg. Agh, I gotta go worse than ever before! If I don't go now, I'll never make it! Taking his other hand off the pillar, absolutely sure that his other hand kept its death grip on his lower half, he took the elastic waist of his shorts in the gap between thumb and fingers, stretching it forward and shoving it down, beginning to show what laid beneath his pants to the sun's rays. I can't believe I'm about to do this... Mom is right over there, she could see me at any moment... And Dagahra would have free reign to take me down if he caught me going tinkle! But I can't help mom beat him if I'm only barely stopping myself from having an accident, so I have to do this! He grit his teeth and reached down his pants to pull his penis out, but all throughout, his legs never stopped shaking. A mere fraction of a second before he pulled his dripping tip into the open, Leo finally realized. It's not because I need to pee. At least, not all of it. I'm...I'm scared. Yeah, why wouldn't I be? I could die! Me and...and mom could die... He looked down at his shaft, twitching in his grasp, expecting release soon. Mom could die, and I'm more worried about going pee?! How am I supposed to grow up and protect the world, when I can't even protect my mom right there?! Mom would never put herself before me, so I gotta do the same! I have to go help her, whatever it takes! Shoving his little guy back into his shorts, Leo looked at the Guardian Tower he was moments away from showering one final time, wistfully. But I really hope I can still hold it... With a newfound resolve, he unfurled his wings and took off, over the summit of the Nilai-Kanai Temple. With a hand still on his groin, of course. --------------- Stay safe, Leo. Dagahra had now recovered, facing Mothra down from on high, and the two were currently staring each other down. So long as you're safe, Leo, I can do what needs to be done. Her fist tightened and her legs crossed beneath her clothes. Or rather, most of what needs to be done. This wasn't the first time she had been in this exact kind of tight spot, but she had rarely been so desperate, either in a fight or out of one. The guardian moth could no longer ignore the massive bulge on her stomach, a clear sign that she was pent-up with more urine than she could fathom. If one was looking out for it, they would most certainly be able to spot the protruding lump from the outside. And the mass of liquid was so heavy, it seemed like all of her movements were performed while stuck in mud. Her bladder was burning a hole in her abdomen, a tidal wave held back by nothing more than her willpower, seeing as those muscles were screaming impending failure. She wouldn't ever verbally admit it, but this kaiju didn't exactly have the strongest bladder. She could hold her own when it came to capacity, but as she filled more and more, she found it more difficult to focus on anything else, so by now, it was a miracle there was anything besides pee on her mind. Yet, ironically enough, if it weren't for the distraction, she'd have broken down long ago, mentally. And there was something else, more externally visceral, to make Mothra feel uncomfortable. Because she had been struggling with her full bladder for so long, while also fighting one of the toughest opponents she had ever faced, she had leaked no minuscule amount. There seemed to be a constant trail of urine trickling down her legs, to say nothing of the large yellow splotches now soaked into the inner lining of her kimono. Any time it brushed against her crotch or her rear, she was reminded of how much she had already wet herself. Maybe I really should wet myself. Then I could fight with everything I have. I mean, it won't be any better if I lose, and if I win, it would be worth a little accident. So maybe I should... There wasn't much in the way of cons to purposefully drenching herself, she had even made up her mind on the matter, so one would expect to see a puddle begin forming at her feet as her orange kimono sprouted a water stain. But it never came. She stayed dry. Well, as dry as she was already. Mothra was a very refined woman, it wasn't so easy to purposefully demean herself. And she didn't have time to force it, because Dagahra wasn't the patient sort. Jumping high into the air from his perch, he opened his mouth, revealing a purple glow at the back of his throat, and the blast fired with speed and force to propel him into further ascension. With no time to properly prepare, Mothra could only wrap her wings around her body as a defense mechanism. Lucky for her, this wasn't a simple act of reducing damage to her main body, for her wings were more than simple wings, with their scales glistening in the sun. Dagahra's Irabushan Beam hit the mark, and reflected off Mothra's scales. However, her hasty shielding of herself and poor footing meant the blast instead fired off into the distance, and her balance was thrown off. In danger of falling backwards into the water, she straightened her wings against her back and steadied herself. But Dagahra wasn't done. Once Mothra was no longer covering her eyes with her wings, Dagahra rocketed down, foot first in a devastating divekick. And this time, there was nothing Mothra could do to avoid it, she could only close her eyes and prepare for his heel to dig into her stomach. And she'd definitely pee herself then. So long as Leo isn't around to see his mother in that state. "Grawrgh!" But the blow never came. Because, when Mothra opened her eyes once more, Dagahra had been forced to the floor by a ring of blue energy slamming into him from above. Then came a second, and a third, and an onslaught commenced, basically keeping the monster pinned. Every time he tried to move, another blast would come down like a meteor. Mothra had never seen an ability like this, so once it had set in that someone was helping her, her head tilted upwards. She almost blinded herself because of it, as the attacker was silhouetted in front of the sun, building a ball of power between hands above their head. All their features were obscured by brightness, but Mothra had a nagging feeling she recognized the figure, large wings more distinct than their actual body. While she was still putting the pieces together, he shouted. "Shine Strike Buster!" He put his cupped hands forward, firing a burst of energy with enough power to cause a large explosion as it hit Dagahra, kicking up debris and splashes of water. Once she heard the voice, there was no mistaking it. "Leo, what are you still doing here?!" The young kaiju landed next to his mother, entering a fighting pose. "I'm not going to leave you, mom! We'll take him on together!" "Leo..." Mothra didn't know how to respond to her son's disobedience. It's good that you're so willing to protect another, but this isn't the time! Dagahra could kill you! If he's going to kill someone, it should be me! "Leo, I'm not saying that your attitude is wrong, but I meant it! Get out of here!" Her voice was shaky, a fear that she never wanted to exhibit. "No!" "Leo! Listen to your mother!" Having such a usually well-behaved boy, this could be the first time she needed to discipline her child. "I'm not gonna be able to protect the planet if I can't even protect you! You think it's better to die by yourself, protect me so I can haunted by the thought that I could have helped you?! I'm staying! You can't tell me 'no'!" This was such a stark departure from his usually easy-going, happy-go-lucky self, now his eyes were alight with resolve, a strength shining deep from his soul. Mothra no longer had the heart to argue. Not that she would have had the time to begin with. "Graaaaaaggh!" From within the smoke, Dagahra roared, dissipating the clouds that surrounded him. With his vision unobscured, he shot a glare of death in Leo's direction. "So that attack was you, runt? It would seem I've underestimated you to now. Well, no more! Take comfort in knowing that you're worthy of being on the receiving end of my full strength." Leaning forward for a brief moment, he dashed forward so fast that he appeared to melt into a blur. He only reappeared when his fist was buried in Leo's chest, who was doubled over and wrapped around Dagahra's arm, gasping for breath. And he stayed in that position for a solid few seconds before the impact of the punch caught up with him, and sent him flying into the distance with a sonic boom. Mothra wouldn't fall for the same trick. When the monster came for her next, she caught his fist with two open palms, but still needed to deal with the momentum behind the blow. Momentum enough to make her slide across the wet pyramid platform, but it did put some distance between the two, allowing enough time before Dagahra's next attack for Mothra to halt his advance with a kick to the side of the leg, to be followed by a swift palm to the face when her attacker fell. And that's when Mothra made a vital discovery to this fight. Don't use kicks, don't use kicks! As her legs separated, a jet of urine squirted out, on a clean path to drench into the ankle hem of her kimono. And in the aftermath, a couple extra dribbles found their way out of her urethra, to say nothing of the permanent wetness her privates were currently characterized by. This is bad...I've never needed to relieve myself this urgently, I'd have always wet myself by now. The thought once again crossed her mind to have an accident, even more tempting this time. The only reason she didn't go through with it was Leo bolting back into action, punching Dagahra in the cheek at light speed, hitting like a missile, his arm crackling with blue lightning, causing sparks to emanate off the sheet of water coating the pyramid. And Dagahra barely moved. Before Leo could even fully process that this attack was ineffective, his extended arm was taken into Dagahra's grip, who swung the boy around and threw him at his mother. "I've got you!" Mothra caught Leo in her embrace, preventing the two from taking a spill, and quickly regretted it thanks to a spill of her own. Because of the way Leo landed against his mother, tilted in such a way that he was sideways, his elbow stabbed Mothra in the side, jostling her stretched bladder. "Ggnghgh!" It isn't his fault, he didn't mean to do that, he doesn't even know that you need to go. She needed to keep repeating thoughts she already knew, because it was a better alternative than letting her mind flood with the image of her massively bursting bladder. If she were to even entertain those thoughts now, her adrenaline would wear off and she'd almost surely explode. Even resisting, the sharp pain forced her to the ground, shivering, unable to move. All the while, Leo jumped back into the fray, with all the ferocity of a wild beast. No matter how much Dagahra fought back, Leo did not relent. His opponent came in swinging, arms and legs striking with spring-like speed and precision, but Leo bobbed and weaved out of the way of each blow, beginning to bring to light one advantage he held over the aquatic kaiju: speed. Even while avoiding Dagahra's onslaught, he still found the openings to deliver a few blows of his own, a lightning aura now circling his form. Dagahra even managed to pin Leo to the wall at one point, holding him against the stone with his forearm to the moth's throat, but Leo snaked his body to avoid the punch that followed, feeling the pyramid crack behind him, and headbutted himself to freedom. Mothra watched as her son, burning with passion for the fight, was starting to take the upper hand, and she had an epiphany. He really has grown up, hasn't he? Leo would always be her little boy, but maybe she had wrongfully assumed he'd always be the kid she'd raised. She'd always kept him on Infant Island, taught him caution, limited the time he'd spend around his uncle, for fear of Battra's attitude rubbing off, all for Leo's safety, pushing off the day she'd trust him with responsibility. And here he was, fighting with everything he had for the good of the planet, and his loved ones. No, he's not my baby anymore. Even in this fight to the death, Mothra smiled, proud. Yet, even as she watched in awe at her son's hidden talent, she could still tell that this was Leo's first fight. Though fast, his movements were stiff, and there was an uncomfortably long gap between moves. Should Dagahra wise up and use his own strengths to make up for his sluggish style, Leo would be in trouble. He needed somebody to watch his back, cover his weaknesses, and Mothra was the only one that could. With her muscles stiff and weak, and her veins full of ice, she put one foot in front of the other, straining to close the distance and join the fray. As she crawled ahead, Leo and Dagahra's battle began spinning the two around, resulting in Leo unwittingly having his back turned to his mother. That's...perfect, actually. With a sharp backhand slap, Dagahra knocked Leo against the pyramid, now dazed and slumped over. And, without the moth boy in front of him, Dagahra could see the moth mother, kneeling behind where her son previously stood, already pouncing with a clenched fist. She was so far into the attack, in fact, that she had almost punched Leo in the back of the head before he was unceremoniously pushed aside. And now her fist connected with Dagahra's face, with a satisfying crack, suggesting that her punch broke the kaiju's nose, a conclusion strengthened by the blood that began to trickle from his nostrils. He wiped it off with the back of his hand, looking over the proof of injury with wide eyes. He didn't start moving again until Leo came back to his senses, taking a stance next to his mother. "You've crossed the line, insects. It's time I stop playing around." Of everything that had happened today, that one statement was the scariest thing Leo had heard. "P-playing around?" Saying nothing more, Dagahra shoulder-tackled Leo. The breath flew from the moth's lungs and his ribs began screaming in pain. The only reason they didn't fracture was Leo's light weight knocking him off his feet at the point of impact, so he went tumbling back instead of taking the damage, landing on his back, his upper half past the floor and laying on the temple's incline, groaning. "Leo!" With no hesitation, Mothra turned her back to her opponent to run to her son's aid. However, no sooner did she complete her pivot that a set of fingers wrapped around her neck from the back, hoisting her into the air. The hold didn't have the leverage to choke her, but it kept her restrained, and no amount of flailing at the enemy behind her loosened his grip. Of course, the restrained nature of her movements as she fought not to soak herself wasn't helping her chances. Held aloft, a couple drops of her bodily fluids trickled down her feet and fell onto the stone beneath. Leaning upright, shaking, Leo struggled to even open his eyes again. But, once he had, they shot open with anger, his pupils quivering. "Hey, let go of mom," he shouted, forcing himself up onto his hands and knees. Dagahra grinned. "You seem to be forgetting something, runt." By now, Leo had a foot on the ground, only just starting to stand. "Forgetting what?" "I'm not fighting alone!" Like his voice called it, as soon as Dagahra made his declaration, a massive tidal wave grew behind Leo. The mist passed him by, past the corner of his eye, before the wall crashed down on him. The pressure would already be enough to force him back down to the floor, but that was far, far from the worst part of the tsunami, for the seawater was red, a sea dyed with the bloodlust of countless Barem. And with no way to escape, as many of the starfish as could cover the little moth's body suctioned on. "Leo! LEO!" Mothra called out to the pile of starfish that was once her son, barely able to make out his shape, the only visible characteristic remaining being his green eyes, dimly shining through small gaps. If Dagahra made those things, they're way too dangerous! They're going to do something horrible to my little boy! Fueled by an even greater desire, she began struggling again, desperate to break free. And Dagahra wasn't having that. "Ggngh, you're too feisty. I think it's time you learned your place. Sear it into your mind that the might of the ocean far outpowers you, for the few moments remaining to you." Taking his time, he carried Mothra down to the water, out until he was waist-deep. Mothra knew what was coming. No... It was all she could do to think even that much before her head was shoved beneath the surface, not deep, but far beyond any chance of breathing. She tried once more to break free, powered by the desires for victory, her son's safety, and not dying. Yet, even with all of that, the most she could muster was frantic splashing. Eventually, the futility began to set in, and her thrashing grew less and less violent. Leo, forgive me... --------------- MOM! Leo wanted to scream for his mother, rush to her side, but he couldn't move at all, coated with Barem. Forced to his knees, he could do nothing but watch as his mother drowned. This was the most horrifying image he could possibly imagine, happening right before his eyes, unable to step in no matter how much he forced his muscles to overpower the starfish. It was agony, every step of it. The injuries he sustained in the fight began to catch up with him now that he could no longer move. The suction cups of the Barem affixed to his skin and clothes. The mental anguish of the scene playing out before him. And, of course, his bladder so stretched out that it felt as if it could rupture through his stomach soon, with his kidneys soon to follow. But that last one was somehow pretty minor in the grand scale of things. Then the Barem attacked. Acid began secreting from their pores, and while it did little to his clothes, every inch of his exposed skin began burning. No one would possibly blame him for leaking a considerable amount of urine in response to the pain, enough that the whole front of his shorts was now soaked in his fluids (though it was already most of the way there beforehand). Of course, it did nothing to loosen the Barem stuck to his pants. But Leo didn't care. Mom... I have to help mom! I just...need my body to move! He struggled, he strained, yet he couldn't even twitch underneath this living veil. Darn it! Where's that "great power" I'm supposed to have?! We're both going to die if I can't find it now! Come on! I can't let this monster get away with it! It was hard to find his inner, radiating self when all he could feel inside was a boiling load of pee throwing him off. Yet, no matter how many times his intense desperation distracted him, no matter how many times a stabbing pain warned him not to even think about his bladder, he wouldn't stop trying. It was this combination of physical and mental anguish, this absolute need for strength, that brought out an incredible force from within, far more than could be contained by his small body, meaning it had nowhere to go but all around. "HAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" With a blinding light and galeforce winds born of pure power, all the Barem latched onto Leo were instantly vaporized, with not even their molecules remaining. The wave continued outwards for miles, killing every Barem in the sea that felt it, breaking their bodies apart. Even Dagahra was thrown off-balance by this display. "Grawgh! W-what was that?!" He hadn't been looking in that direction, occupied by his own sadism, and even knowing something was happening, he could barely look. The spot where one of his opponents once stood was now the center of a typhoon, with an unnatural light shining, and all the water close to the spot boiling from exposure to so much energy, creating a steam haze. Then, the curtain faded, and standing in that spot, the source of so much energy, was Mothra Leo standing tall. The same kid he had been fighting, but far different. His hair, previously a mossy green, was now the bright blue of a cloudless sky. His unfurled wings, which prior to now were colored with natural green and brown tones, now shone with a brilliant rainbow. And his eyes, his eyes were the most striking of all, beyond a simple green-to-blue color change. Leo had already shown the light of a warrior in those eyes, but now, he was infinitely worse. The tranquil fury that laid behind those eyes now was not that of a simple kaiju. This was the wrath of a living Earth, using its protector as its vessel. A pure, composed fury of a vengeful guardian. Dagahra did nothing. For the first time in his life, he felt fear. He was frozen in place, it was only his weight that was keeping Mothra underwater at this point. Something Leo would not stand for. The guardian moth boy, in the blink of an eye, was replaced with an afterimage, and the real Leo already had his fist in Dagahra's stomach. Dagahra didn't react for several seconds, so in shock at the speed at which the punch was delivered, until he coughed up blood and dropped his hold on Mothra. Mothra quickly pulled her head above water, choking and heaving up the salty liquid. It was all she could do to roll over and watch while floating on her back. "How dare you... How dare you!" The aquatic monster swung a powerful fist at Leo's neck, intending to break it, and he hit exactly where he wanted to. But Leo didn't budge in the slightest. There was a resulting gust of wind that would have been strong enough to demolish a building, yet Leo kept staring into his soul, with his newfound arctic glare. Then, while the fist was still connected, Leo replaced himself with another afterimage, but Dagahra only realized the switch when a foot kicked him in the back of his head at the exact same moment, a dive kick that sent him crashing into the floor, leaving a crater in the stone. Whether it was a way of showing moral superiority, or ego, Leo did nothing to restrain Dagahra as he laid on the ground, beaten and broken. He just watched the monster struggle to get up with all his fractured bones, crawling and slumping back into the water with a pitiful splash. Being a creature of the water, his intense injuries did not prevent him from swimming away, though slow enough that he could be tracked by the naked eye. Leo wasn't about to just let him retreat, however. He steadied his stance and put both hands by his sides, tensing his fingers as hard as he could without bursting his blood vessels, he closed his eyes and began focusing power into his palms, glowing with radiant light. Then, he thrust them both forward, touching at the wrist with hands cupped. "Sparkling Pileload." Blue lightning began striking from the sky several times, making a straight line from Leo to Dagahra. Each impact split the ocean in two, creating a canyon between walls of water, until it reached its target. This time, a massive cyan column, pulsing with electricity, came crashing down on Dagahra, raising him up towards the center, all the while convulsing with constant blows of energy everywhere on his body. And once it was over, the column compressed towards the middle, concluding with an explosion that sent tall waves outwards, and sent Dagahra rocketing, with a trail of smoke, to the summit of the Nilai-Kanai Temple. The Guardian Towers turned their beams on him once more, now too weak to shrug them off. "KRRGGAAAGGHHHH! RUNT! MAY YOU PERISH, SLOW AND AGONIZING!" The source of his life, the Nilai-Kanai soon brought about Dagahra's death, as he exploded from the blasts, leaving nothing behind but his memory. Leo stared at the spot where his enemy met his end for several seconds, and only after making absolutely sure that the fight was over did he relax. His body loosened and his eyes relaxed, dropping the rage he had carried. A simple switch, and he was back to his usual cute self, just with new coloration. "Hah...hah...I did it. Hey, I did it! Mom, I did it!" He looked around, spinning around, and eventually found Mothra with her hands gripping on the edge of the pyramid floor he was standing on, climbing her way back up. "Mom!" He reached down and pulled his mother out of the ocean, no effort needed. Mothra was dripping salt water head to toe as she got back up, but notably, uncharacteristically, she kept her distance from her son. "L-Leo...what just happened? You were...you weren't you..." I was scared! I was angry! I didn't know what I was doing! I did what needed to be done! He had so many explanations for his brutal actions, but now that the fight was over and he had begun to decompress, the adrenaline coursing through his veins more than blood was thinning, bringing back to light the intense, yet irrelevant, pain it had suppressed. And I'll die if I don't pee RIGHT THIS SECOND! One more spurt squirted out, and instinctively, Leo knew that he was on the very precipice. One moment of hesitation, one singular extra drop of urine, and his bladder would explode. But there were no trees on the Nilai-Kanai Temple in the middle of the ocean, no bushes for any sort of privacy, nowhere it was actually okay to do his business. Even the pillars he had come so close to relieving himself on weren't exactly permissible. What am I supposed to do? I can't wet my pants here, but there's nowhere else I can pee! I can't use the ocean...I-I can't...I...I... I HAVE TO! IT'S AN EMERGENCY! "L-Leo? Is something wrong?" Mothra was watching from the side, and it wasn't hard to imagine why she was so worried. Her son had shown a new, violent side along with his never-before-seen transformation, and once he had calmed down, he had completely frozen. Fear welled up inside her, an idea that Leo had burned himself out with that surge of power. After all, his only movement was a twitching hand. That soon changed. His trembling hand, along with his opposite hand, rushed to his crotch and squeezed hard, with the incredible strength he now possessed, to the point where his sensitive parts began to feel sore behind the burning need to whiz. "Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh!" Screaming his head off, Leo bolted for the edge of the platform, facing the gentle waves of the ocean, the splashing of the waves creating a noise that pushed Leo into doubling over, fighting a great battle within his body, one where the internal pressure was greater than the geyser of water his pants would soon become. But he was so close, he wasn't stopping now. Without any of the earlier shame or hesitation, he took both hands off his groin, gripping the frontmost portion of his shorts' waistband in his right palm as each finger clutched it, while his left hand shot beneath his bottoms to keep his boyhood squeezed, feeling a spurt of hot urine spatter against his palm, even beneath the glove he wore. The sides of his forearms were used to shift his waist scarf into a more favorable position, where the least covered his front, but it was a bit of a futile effort with the white garment already having a yellow blot. Crying out in pain, tears pouring down his cheeks, Leo shoved the front of his shorts down past his privates, allowing it to cradle and rest beneath his junk, as his other hand whipped his trembling penis out and forward, now holding onto the shaft with two fingers and his thumb, aiming it as close to a perpendicular angle against his body as he could, given the pressure he was under. It didn't really matter, because the golden flow erupted from his tip as soon as it was exposed, gushing with such power that it easily flew into the great blue sea, landing with a loud splash and many droplets flying off the impact point in all directions. There was even recoil in his member, under the power of the pee. While the volume of urine pouring from poor Leo was incredible, he was not in a pleasant mood as the torrent raged. For one thing, he wasn't draining at any rapid pace, the bulge on his stomach remaining evident and obvious, it probably made up several metric tons of his weight right now. But also, simply having the chance to relieve himself, fill the ocean with his steaming urine, wouldn't immediately erase the agony he still felt. His bladder had been so swollen and bloated before it began slowly voiding, not only could it have been permanently injured, but it remained no less full no matter how much of his yellow, cloudy bodily fluid voided itself. And coming after the events he had lived through today, saying that this hurt was a bold statement. Breathing so quickly his lungs could barely process the oxygen before another exhale, Leo continued to shiver and sob as his penis remained a localized waterfall. The pee that burst out was rushing quickly enough to match that description, though he had achieved far more distance. A thick foam built on the water's surface, soon obscuring the view of the sea wherever it spread. Each of the tiny bubbles popping might as well have been a thunderbolt with how guilty it made Leo feel, and the roaring echo of his pee stream crashing against the hard surface threatened to deafen all within a hundred-mile radius. At least he couldn't smell it, with how far away everything besides the urine rushing from his privates was congregated, but that was little comfort. His eyes closed slowly, shamefully, his bottom lip quivered, and his chest heaved as he choked back wails. That left Mothra as the only one bearing witness to her son's most mortifying moment. Not that she wanted to, no parental instinct was required to tell just how much this hurt her son, She had seen him pee many times during his life, such was the fate of a mother, so she knew better than anyone how much he must have been bursting, ready to pop for what must have been an eternity. Instantly, however strange Leo had acted today, all now made sense within her mind. That is, if Mothra had her mind on anything besides one base desire: her own brimming bladder. She had also fought Dagahra while on the verge of an accident, bearing with an ocean of her creation, and had even leaked no small quantity in the chaos. True, she had managed to stabilize her desperation towards the end, intending to find someplace better to pee once all was said and done, but that plan was long since gone as soon as she saw Leo peeing a storm. For a solid one or two seconds, Mothra didn't just leak, she full-out wet her kimono, creating a yellow stain deep enough to be visible from the outside, and not just a small splotch of it. Only the most ardent of muscle tightening prevented her liquid contents from spilling all over her legs, but the threat of just that hung mere hairs above her head. From what she could see, there was only one way out of this predicament. Loosening the obi sash tied around her waist, she parted the center seam of her kimono and spread the flaps wide, letting the wind blow against her smooth, water-coated thighs and dribbling privates, chilling the layer of liquid like ice against her skin. Against everything she had felt today, though, this was nothing. It wasn't slowing her down in her mad dash to Leo's left, thrusting her hips forward, spreading her privates with two fingers as her other hand kept her clothes out of wet's way. Urine soon starting gushing from Mothra, enough to make it crystal clear she was a desperate guardian. Granted, it was hard to be too impressed when her son, only just over half her height, was easily passing her in the distance maintained by his pee, though Mothra had the advantage on the size of her stream, thanks to female anatomy. Taken by itself, however, it was incredibly strong, and it was still clear there were two bursting kaiju here. Though Leo might have wished there was only one, at most. He had missed the footsteps of his approaching mother over the cacophony of his own whiz, but so close to his ears, he couldn't possibly miss the hissing and splashing of a second, urgent pee right next to him. Even when his head jerked to the side and saw his mom with his own eyes, he didn't believe it. He didn't think it weird that she was standing while doing so, being too sheltered to know how women usually peed, but even if he did, it would be the least of his worries. His collected, elegant, responsible mother, peeing in the open right next to her son, it didn't add up. The only thing saving him from mentally breaking was the placement of Mothra's hands, sparing him the sight of his mother's genitals. Mothra didn't have much of a defense, either. When she turned to look at her son, careful to maintain eye contact and never look down, all she could do was awkwardly smile and halfheartedly giggle, "I...I really needed to go, too." Mom, what are you doing?! This...this is wrong! I'm doing something awful, you shouldn't be polluting the ocean with me! Oh, what kind of guardians are we? Leo had so many objections racing around in his head, but he was too shocked to use any of them. While his mouth had previously been open due to frequent, deep panting, it stayed open now with his jaw agape, and with a blush burning as fiery as his boiling urine, he quickly looked down at his own parts instead. By this point, Leo wanted nothing more than to just stop, hold the rest in until he got home, but he knew that was an impossibility without even trying. He had been relieving himself for over half a minute, but there was no relief to be found. For as much as the river raged, it seemed there was a great ocean awaiting its turn. His bladder must have shrunk some by now, the lump on his stomach did appear to have decreased some, but it still felt painfully full. Or maybe it just hurt because he had nearly brought it to rupture, and it would hurt like this forever. I deserve it for being stupid, waiting so long that I have to...do it like this. Somberly, all he did was let his vision blur as he hung his head in abject shame, not making a peep besides his pee. And I even made mom do it with me. She just doesn't want me to do this alone, like it'll make me feel better. Aside from the din of two raging hoses, that made Mothra's occasional moans the only non-ambient sound to be heard, who was, to put it lightly, in better spirits than her son. Her stream wasn't as focused or as accurate, many drops falling off the primary torrent on its way to the ocean's surface, more foam than blue on this side of the temple, but since aim didn't matter when the largest body of water was her target, she let her body's reprieve bring her relaxation. True, her urethra burned with the intense heat of the urine rushing through the tiny pipes, and her bladder was still quite distended, the flushing of so much golden rain was beginning to resonate with a pleasing harmony. "Phhhhheeeeeeewwwwww..." This specific brand of chaos notwithstanding, things were calm for the following minute, nothing to see besides two peeing divine moths. But, once those extra sixty seconds had passed, even that began to change, and Mothra's gushing flow began to lose steam. The splatter became more prevalent as the power required to keep the tinkle strong dissipated, and the yellow cloud in the water began tracing a path back to her and the temple when she couldn't keep up the distance, and it began landing closer and closer, in a steady line. Finally, what was previously such a violent pee coming from a powerful kaiju was nothing more than a gentle tinkle, falling in disconnected drops at her feet. Soon enough, it was difficult to tell when she still had urine voiding her bladder, or whether the drips were just strays, glued to her skin and nearby folds, but even that well ran dry before long. "Hah...oh, what a relief." With one last sigh, Mothra thrust her hips forward several times, shaking them from side to side, freeing whatever still stubbornly stuck to her. Soon, it became clear that, no matter her convulsions, she would never be comfortably dry like this. "I suppose now's a good a time as any to bathe, once we return." Since she had no way to clean herself off any further, she made haste in making herself decent, dropping her kimono back into place, and tying her belt tight once more. It wasn't comfortable, feeling the cooling pee stain on the inner layer of her attire, gently brushing against her groin and rear end, but she'd live. "I'll certainly need to wash my clothes, as well." Around this time, Leo's seemingly bottomless bladder had reached its limit, and his river began landing closer. Yet, even as he grew weary, his pee stayed remarkably stable in its flight, until his flaccid member was pointing the spray onto the sloped stone wall right in front of his toes, close enough that it splashed back onto his feet. Tensing and holding his eyes shut, the moth boy squeezed out one final surge of power, reigniting his stream with range, until there was nothing but small golden sprinkles falling from his tip. With no care or hesitation, Leo shoved his penis back into his pants as soon as he was finished, but that didn't mean he wasn't concerned about the wetness. On the contrary, he had leaked so much during the fight, half of his black shorts were soaked in now-cold urine. How did I still almost die of holding pee after losing that much in my pants? His little shaft stuck to the damp clothing, as did everything else in the area. Just what I deserve. He found the strength to look up again, bringing to his attention the final state of the section of ocean he had relieved himself in. A massive cloud, a dirty yellow, shone beneath the waves, glistening in the sunlight, where it had totally overtaken the blue everywhere it touched, a region growing larger and larger by the second. The inner half of that fog was masked by an off-white foam above, bobbing with the tide as it slowly, very slowly popped and shrunk. The pit in Leo's stomach grew three times heavier looking over the destruction. "Hey, Leo?" And he couldn't escape his comeuppance for even a second, not with his responsible mother right next to him, as she had just reminded by speaking up. I'm gonna be in so much trouble...but I won't run away from it. Turning, he looked up at his mother, braced for her stern, disappointed gaze. But that wasn't what he saw. "You're not hurt, are you? Do you feel better now, little man?" Mothra spoke with the same gentle eyes she always had for her son, with that warm smile she was so perfect at making. I don't deserve this... I don't deserve her kindness... Leo's chest tightened, his bottom lip quivered, and all the misery he had choked back came up his throat in one unstoppable surge. "I'm soooooooorrrrrrrryyyyyyyyy!" Tears pouring down his cheeks, he buried his face in his mother's stomach, shaking his head and spreading the moisture around. "I'm so, so sorry, I really am! I didn't mean to!" "S-sorry? Sorry about what? I mean, sure, you got a little out of control, but that's no-" "I'm sorry for peeing in the ocean and polluting it! I know it was wrong, really bad, unforgivable, but it was the only thing I could think of, I really couldn't hold it any longer! I won't do it again, I promise! You can punish me if you want, you should, I deser-" Leo's confession was cut off when his face was pulled tightly into his mother's belly, as her arms firmly embraced him and her wings covered them like a blanket. "Shhh, sshhsshhsshhhhhhhhh. It's okay, it's okay." Mothra took a hand off Leo's back and used it to tenderly stroke his hair. "Tell mommy everything." "W-well...I-I thought I had to pee when we left, but I didn't want to say anything because I thought it'd make me look stupid, and I thought I could hold it, but then I had to go really bad when we got here, and I just couldn't wait any longer when the fight was over, s-so I-" "So you were holding it the entire fight? Were you in pain because of it?" "Y-yeah, it was hard to concentrate on Dagahra. But that doesn't excuse what I did! I should have tried really hard to wait, or done something earlier, or, or..." Mothra's gentle petting continued, in a soothing rhythm. "Do you really think what you did was that bad?" "Huh? O-of course it was bad! All the ocean life gets hurt when their home gets polluted, and we're their guardians, we can't go back on protecting them!" "So, do you think I'm bad for what I just did?" This time, Leo didn't respond, at least not right away. It was easy enough to feel guilty over his own actions, but as soon as he was asked to assign guilt to someone else, his mother no less, he couldn't justify it. "W-well...you only did it because I did, right? Like, you just wanted to make me feel better." "Well...I would have done that for you, certainly, but it wasn't my motivation this time. I promise you, I wasn't kidding with what I said while we were...relieving ourselves. I won't show you, of course, but even with my little dip in the water towards the end of the battle, there's still quite the yellow stain in my clothes. You weren't the only one caught a little short." Leo pushed himself away from his mother. Maybe because he just realized his head was dangerously close to where her pee stain might be, but more to look at her, incredulously. "B-but...wouldn't that make you bad? Why would you let that happen?! You should know better!" Mothra knelt down so that she could look Leo straight in the eyes, at equal height. "Leo, you're not wrong in your belief as to the moral code of a guardian, and I want you to know that I'm very proud of you for recognizing that. But, even if that's the role we serve, that doesn't mean we have to follow it to the letter every single time." Leo's confusion did not diminish. "What do you mean?" "Both of us made a mistake when we came out here while needing to go, and we should strive to not repeat that. But the fact of the matter is that we were holding a lot with no good place to do anything with it, and that's bad too. Holding it in for too long can really hurt you, and I care about your safety more than anything else. If you had asked me what you should do before you starting peeing, I would have told you to go in the ocean too. We were both so desperate, it's okay to make an exception to the rules. So long as we both learn from it and take steps to not let it happen again. I'm just as guilty as you are, I really should have taken a quick break when I came back to Infant Island." "So...what do we do?" "We made a mistake, and that's okay. Let's both promise that we should both try to answer nature's call before we go on a long flight, and if we suddenly have to go in the middle of one, don't let shame get in the way of letting the other know, so we can make a little detour or something. Okay?" Leo looked down at the ground and shuffled his feet, staying silent, so Mothra reached out and rustled his hair. "You did too good a job today to put yourself down over this." This time, Leo looked back up, the spark of excitement in the backs of his eyes. "You...you really think I did a good job." "You didn't give up, even against an opponent far stronger than you, and you refused to leave me behind, even when I asked. And you managed to finally tap into that power I knew you had! I know I said it already, but I am very, very proud of you, Leo." "E-even with what I did after I transformed?" "Well...I know you were under a lot of stress, so we'll just take it as a sign to work on your temper a bit. It's okay to get fired up, but don't be cruel, okay?" It felt like it had been an eternity, but finally, Leo smiled again. "Yeah! I promise, I'll do my best! Thanks, mom!" He rushed back in and hugged his mother again, who was more than eager to reciprocate in kind. That is, until he looked out at the horizon, and his enthusiasm faded. "Um, but...when I was asking about what we should do, I was talking about...that." He pointed out towards the sea, even though Mothra knew what he was referring to before she looked out. Their pooled urine clouds, permeating a large section that grew larger the more they looked, and the bubbly foam on top that stayed more still, and very visible. Though it wasn't bad that they succumbed to their bodily needs, they did cause quite the mess, one just adding to the solid pieces floating amongst the yellow, the aftermath of their battle. It wasn't a pretty sight. But Mothra found something to smile about nevertheless. "Oh, I think it has a way of working itself out. We divine moths do have a few little qualities, you know." "Huh?" Squinting his eyes, Leo scanned their liquid litter, seeing it in more detail than he ever wanted to. And the floating Barem chunks made it even more gross, he almost completely averted his eyes. Until something caught his attention, a shine amidst the muck. Ordinarily, that wouldn't even be worth thinking about, just the reflection of the sun's rays, but there was something about it that he couldn't shake. Something about the sparkle that seemed...ethereal, only concentrated around the starfish pieces. And that's when he saw it: the glitter encroach in on the Barem, cover them with their radiance, and when they dissipated, the hunk of unnatural aquatic life was gone, completely vanished. And this was happening everywhere their pee was touching. "It's...it's cleaning itself?" A divine moth's Pulsaphonic Shower at work, restoring life and order where it once was lacking. "We embody the life of this planet, it's only natural that our bodies can give back. Though, I must admit, I never would have thought it would work in this instance, and so well. Perhaps it's more of your abilities at work than mine." "So...it's all okay?" "The cloud will disperse, cleansing the ocean of the Barem along its path, until the yellow is gone and the water is blue once more. Any of the remaining Barem will become food for the animals in the area, and life will go on, as it does." Mothra looked at Leo, giving him the same gentle loving smile he enjoyed every day as her precious, good little boy. "Come on, let's go home. You've earned some rest." "Okay. But I really really really want to get back to learning how to use my power tomorrow!" Mothra giggled. "Of course, of course. It won't be long before you overtake my skill, however." As upbeat as ever, the two spread their wings and took off, flying into the horizon, towards home. Leo didn't look down, only forward. It might have turned out alright, but I'd still rather not be reminded what just happened. It was still pretty embarrassing. He was happy when they had gotten far enough out that only the deep blue sea sat below. Only once they had flown far enough out that the Nilai-Kanai Temple, and their massive pees, were nothing more than a memory, did Mothra come to a realization. "Hey, Leo...I know I said it was all okay, but...let's keep it our little secret, alright? Your Uncle Battra wouldn't be nearly as forgiving as I am if he found out."
It had been my goal for weeks. I knew I was going to do this - I'd done the planning, I'd figured out my route and all the little details. The excitement - the thrill! - of knowing I was going to do what I was going to do. I shut my front door behind me as I step into the late night air. It's just gone 3am, like I'd planned. It will be quiet out, there won't be anyone. It's just me, my clothes, and my... Well. You can read the URL. You're on this website too. I won't be coy. Today is the day that I'm going to wet myself...in public. It's...it's an odd feeling. I wouldn't say good, but it certainly wasn't bad. My heart is racing, I'm struggling to keep my breath under control, and I'm shivering a little...though that's more the cold than anything else. I haven't really dressed for the cold. I've just sort of put on clothes that I don't mind losing. Let me work my way up. My feet are currently being scratched top to bottom by an old pair of trainers I've had for...years? Maybe longer. They look older than me. They aren't comfy - but if they were, I wouldn't mind ruining them. No socks. Why would I wear socks? You know what I'm gonna do in these clothes - I can definitely skip the socks. Pants - cheap trackies. I bought these when I started at uni. My intention was to become bit of a gym bunny...turns out trackies are really comfy and much better suited to sleeping in. But after their three years of loyal service, they're riddled with holes and thin fabric and just general wear. Tonight's going to be their grand send-off. Shirt - sports bra. Came with the trackies. Not as comfy as the trackies...but they do show off my belly. Hopefully someone will look. Hey, don't give me that look - you've got a weird fetish too. Over that is a hoodie. It's so comfy. This is going in the wash after tonight. Not losing my good hoodie. ... At this point I'm stalling. I'm stood out my door, it's 3am, it's freezing...and I really need to pee. That's not accidental either. I've 'borrowed' 3 beers from my flatmate. They're currently sitting inside me, giving me both the urge to pee and the courage to do it...where I'm going to. Let's...let's start walking. ... I...I don't really have much to say. It's...cold...dark. You know, it's 3am. I'm half-dressed, I'm nervous and I really need to pee. So let me run you through my plan as I walk. For years now, I've enjoyed wetting myself. Took me about a week to accept that. Because it was really fun to keep wetting myself. But also I really enjoy people seeing me. It gives me a bit of a thrill, you know? To know that someone is watching me. It's also much easier to indulge - I can 'forget' to shut the curtain in the morning. I can sit with my legs a little more open on the train. I can 'forget' that my flatmates have friends over and then get out the shower. No clean up, nice and easy. But...I've never combined them. Which is why I've planned for tonight. I know my route, I've stashed some clean clothes in a bush in the park. I've planned this in my head for so long. And now I'm really doing it! Oh, it's a feeling. I'm...I'm hot, but it's cold out - I'm nervous and a little scared, but that's what's so exciting about it. Anyone might see me tonight...wetting myself like a little girl. My location is perfect for tonight. It's a car park behind a supermarket. Not my local one - I'm horny but I'm not insane. It's a good distance from where I live. There'll be a trolley attendant or two...maybe some members of staff. There'll definitely be c-cameras. I...I'm gonna go quiet for a bit. It's enough to out here in the cold and desperate for a pee. I don't want to be sticky too. ... This has been much more of a walk than I was expecting. Next time I'm wearing comfier shoes. Or socks. Or both. Or neither. And I'm definitely bring the drinks with me - not inside me. God I need to pee now! It's gotten so much worse as I've gone on. I started off with a little tingle, thinking I'd make it to the car-park before it became an issue. And now, as I'm walking up to the car park - I'm not sure I can make it through. There are toilets inside though, in case I ha ha ha ha no. There are no toilets for me. I'd rather make it home dry and desperate than give up now. Sure is bright here. The lights are surprisingly strong and the whole carpark is lit up like a bonfire. It's also...quite busy. Umm... No Claire - you've made it this far. Now you're going to keep going. But it's so busy! N-no, it isn't. It's just the attendants. Look, he's going off to - oh my god that's Geoffrey. Fuck. He's in my knitting society at uni... I'll give you a minute to stop smirking - I'm allowed to enjoy other things too! I don't just live to wet myself and get off, I have a life too. I bet you're into weirder shit. That...that's definitely Geoff. God dammit. I'm not going to wet myself in front of him. ... Yes I know I'm an exhibitionist - I'm not an idiot though. Geoff will definitely tell Tara and Johnny, and Tara's got a mouth that doesn't stop, and she's friends with gossiping Gertrude (rough name, I know) who'll tell everyone with ears. She'll definitely tell Dan and...sorry, uni stuff. My point is everyone would know! I'm not ready for that... Well...fuck. I can't do it here. I've come this way for nothing. Might as well go use the loos inside and woah ho ho I got you again. Nah I worried I might see someone I knew - I have three back up plans. Plan 1 - wet myself inside the shop. In case there's someone I know who's leaving. Geoff works here. Looks like he picked up an extra shift today. Plan 2 - wet myself as I'm leaving. Geoff is still here, bad plan. Alright I have one plan. And that plan is plan 3: Wet myself on the way home. But...I'm at the shop anyway. And I might feel desperate, but I know I can get more desperate. And I know this shop sells Dandelion and Burdock. Look it up, it's actually a really nice drink. Also dandelions are meant to make you wet the bed. Allegedly.  Not sure how. Maybe they put your hand in some warm water? Fun fact - warm water trick doesn't work. You just wake them up and then they're angry at you for trying to make them wet the bed. ... Shopping's done. Nothing eventful - sadly. Standing at the checkout was a bit rushed though - I've not so much as opened my can and already I'm squirming a little. I'm not trying to but if I don't I am going to leak - and as you might remember - I haven't left the shop yet. I'm on my way out and onto the main road. I flick my can open with a hiss and take a deep mouthful. This is then followed by regret as my bladder sends a sudden and urgent message to my brain that I NEED TO PEE. The cold doesn't help for sure. I always find I pee more when it's cold. There's probably a reason. For now, I just care about how well it's working oh my god why do I have to pee this badly. I'd hoped I wouldn't need to pee by now. As I reach the end of the walkway into the shop I take a seat on the wall. Sitting also doesn't help. Bringing my legs up has put new pressure on my already full bladder and my whole body protests. It takes all my effort to stop a premature leak from hitting my trackies, and these will not absorb anything. The slightest touch of moisture and these pants go black. I sit against the wall, almost crushing my half-full can as I try to regain my composure. I hope I didn't just moan. It's a moment before I do regain control of my urinary system, but I know it won't be long until I won't be able to. So what better thing to do than finish my drink? It's not very lady-like, I know, but I down the can. It's almost a shame to waste it by drinking it so fast but it was also forty-pence. Can't complain. And hey, it gets me fuller and oh god. Desperate wave. I won't make it much longer now - I know. My bladder feels like fire and my muscles are ready to give up. I have to breath carefully now - too much air in my body means not enough space for urine in my bladder - and it's still too close to the shop for me to reach that point. I should probably get a move on. My plan now was to get home and have a little latchkey incontinence at my front door. And by a little I mean - I want to moan and wriggle and wiggle as I fumble for my key in my trackie pockets - knowing full well it's under a flowerpot. I want someone to see me - anyone - as I lose control at the door. I want someone to watch as pee streaks down my legs and fuck fuck fuck! I...I can't make it. I won't make it home. I can't pee here though - Geoff. I have to leave and now. I lift myself off the wall and try to pretend I don't feel something warm hit my thigh. The effort of standing up was just a little too much for my poor bladder. I can feel my face go hot and red as my pants are already getting cool and dark. I almost need to focus on walking forward, telling my feet to move manually as the rest of my body battles my bursting bladder. I can barely manage to limp forward and down the road. I have to make it to the end of this street at the very least, then I can turn a corner and...bliss! But until then. I have to hold it. It's not easy. It's hard, in fact. Really hard. My bladder is begging me to empty it out. My palms are sweaty and I can't breath quietly. As I make the last few steps toward the end of the road before my right turn, I hear myself whimper. And then I force out a couple louder whimpers for good measure. I turn the corner. It's a distance from the shop now, I can't hear or see the shop or Geoffrey. Which means that...fuuuuuck. My body must know what I'm going to do now. It knows that I've planned on wetting myself and now that I'm free of the shop - it's ready. Almost too ready - I find myself buckling and bending over double, both hands pressed firmly into my groin as a wave of desperation shatters my entire body. Not now, please. I want to get further down before Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck! My body has other ideas! I feel the fabric of my trackies suddenly change texture as they're hit by a first jet of urine. There's a fierce hiss as my body pushes with all it's might into my fingers, flooding through them as if they weren't there. I moan loudly and lose my footing for a second, needing to grab onto the wall for support. This takes a vital hand from the front lines though, and as soon as I'm stable I notice that my left thigh feels a lot warmer than it did ten seconds ago. Some fresh drips fall off my leg and hit the floor below. I...I need a moment to breath. I clutch the railings of the wall behind me in one hand. I can't tell if it's sweat or pee between my fingers anymore. I hold myself steady and force myself to breath. Not one breath leaves me in silence - my first laboured breaths are hoarse, but as I regain composure I moan just a little. Still warm fabric clings to my left thigh - I can feel it. I don't think I can bring myself to look. I look straight down. It's...not as bad as I thought. I'm almost disappointed. My eyes are watering, my nose is almost running, and I don't feel any relief yet - There's plenty in my bladder yet. Plus the drink I had on the way out. That's still got to make it's way through. The streak down my left leg is barely an inch wide but it stretches down past my knee, finishing on the inside of my left calf. My groin has an apple-sized dark patch between my legs and the fabric squishes a little when I push my legs together. Now, like most of you, I've wet myself before. I've held until I couldn't, I've wet myself deliberately. I've wet the bed because I didn't want to get out of it. I've wet the bed after I've got out of it. Hell, I have wet myself twice while doing essays. The first one was an actual accident - studying at home. The second one was an hour later. And not an accident. And it led to me waking up a roomie because...You figure it out. Fun night though. But...this is different. The air isn't still, warm and familiar. The floor isn't a towel or some strategically placed laundry. There's no light to turn off. Right now...It's cold. There's a chilling breeze every now and then and I definitely feel it. The wet patch on my trackies catches it every time which is a sharp and cold feeling. A harsh reminder that I've wet myself. The cold makes it feel way larger than it is, and I keep looking down to see if it's gotten bigger. It hasn't...yet. Right now I could probably get away with noone seeing - but that's not my plan. It's not so fun if I'm the only one who gets to see it. And then, across the road - I see it. A stranger. Waiting at the lights. It's a man. Looks about mid twenties. Built like someone jammed some twigs into a jelly bean and topped it off with a head. He's the one. He gets to see me tonight. Not that I have much of a choice with how much my bladder hurts. I decide it's now or never and I make the short walk to the traffic lights just ahead. He's across the road from me now. I'm directly opposite him. I'm standing stock still with nerves as they rack my body, but my bladder has to come first - it's making sure of it. As I press the button my bladder presses into me and lets me know it's now or never. I stand up straight. I look across the road and stare at the knot of his tie as I...relax. Immediately I feel warmth flood across my thighs and over my cheeks as I blush bright red. I try to look as natural as I can even as I feel the contents of my bladder begin to pour down both my legs - a hot shiver of relief floods up my spine and I let myself grin a wide grin. I'm really doing it! I'm wetting myself in public and Oh god he gave me eye-contact. I look him dead in the eyes as the sound of splashing beneath my feet shatters the silent air. I can make out the gentle hissing of pee as it leaves my body and enters my trackies, and I can definitely hear the splashing of that same pee as it floods out my trackies, into my shoes and onto the floor. Warmth floods over my feet as the fabric of my trainers quickly soaks in what it can. When I shift my weight I can feel them squishing under my soles. I want to see the mess I'm making but...I can't look down. My head is stock still with a dumb grin, watching this stranger across the road as he starts to look down for me. I see him blush subtly in the dim light and he looks up again to meet my gaze. I can't look him in the eyes again - I have to turn away. I hear the bleeping of the traffic lights as the light turns green and I'm meant to walk - but I don't want to move right now. I don't want to disturb the streams pouring down my thighs - I want to savour every second of the warmth pouring down my legs as my bladder continues to empty itself straight into my pants. I flinch as I hear footsteps across the road and for the briefest second I feel myself get pee-shy as the stream stops and starts again nervously. It's slower now, but I'm not complaining - I can feel the stream coming straight out my body and onto my right thigh this time, pushed slightly forward. In the corner of my eye I see him walking closer as he crosses, and I look straight forward again, trying to hide my grin. As he steps onto the curb barely three feet away I realise quite how loudly I'm currently panting. I don't care. Not now. My pants are soaked, my shoes are soaked, my legs are soaked, and by god it feels great! "The um, the light's green." OH MY GOD I DIDN'T EXPECT HIM TO TALK "T-thanks!" I splutter, feeling myself go redder in the face. I quickly force my legs into action and walk forward across the road, trying to pretend that my pants aren't soaked through or that the puddle I was stood in wasn't there before I was. I hear him make a noise as I shuffle across the street, staring straight down at my ruined pants and water-logged trainers. Well, not really 'water' logged but you get my point - each step makes a squish and a wet foot print. All I can do now is keep walking as the stream from my bladder begins slapping into either leg before dying into a series of drips. And I've done it. I really did it! My legs are warm, wet, and my knees are like jelly. I can't breath quietly, and my body is begging me for some time alone in my room. Each squishy foot step drives that point home as it leaves a wet trail of shoe prints behind me. Each footstep onward gets more and more intense. My thighs are pressed together, forcing warm fabric between them and rubbing against me. I can't get the thought of what I've done out my head - he saw everything! He watched me standing there and totally soak myself so casually! I... I need to stand still for a moment....phew. I...I guess I don't need to be home to have some time to myself, right? I've left my bag in the park nearby. It's quiet, I used to go there all the time, and there's a great little shelter. But importantly - it's quiet. And I don't know if I'm going to be when I get there. I can't get it out my head. Being watched as I wet myself, walking around so obviously soaked, the electric touch of the now cold pants as they cling to my legs. Twice I had to stop walking and catch my breath, shuddering on the spot as my body holds back. And all this will be rewarded soon - I walk through the entrance of the park. My eyes dart to stare in every conceivable angle, looking as hard as they can for anyone who might need to be avoided. When I'm sure it's clear, I jog over to my hiding spot. A huge willow tree at the back of the park, surrounded by bushes. You're not really meant to be behind the bushes, but who's going to know? It's the perfect spot. I sit myself down by the tree, knees raised and hugged to my chest. I peel off my soaked shoes and throw them to one side. I check my phone for the time. 3.30 now. My drink from earlier has had a chance to go through me now, and I happily relax and let it go all the way. I feel the damp seat of my pants swell with warmth again as fresh urine pours out of me and puddles on the ground beneath me. I push myself back a little until I'm sat on the one knobbly tree-root I found as a girl. Pee runs over the root and I press my body down into it. As my second stream reaches it's end I lean back against the tree and stretch my legs out. The fresh puddle beneath me clings to my backside, and my body keeps the warmth. I run a hand under the waistband of my trackies and shudder as my fingers touch my skin. The soaked fabric of the trackies rests on the back of my hand. I run a finger up and down, smirking and letting my head fall back. I circle my finger around my clit as I think back. The worrying at the shop, my desperate walk away from it. I let my fingers move a little faster - the material of my pants rubs against the back of my hand adding that extra level of touch. Standing at the lights, watching him and deliberately emptying my bladder into my pants...I ease a finger into myself and let out a relaxed moan. I push my head into the tree trunk as my fingers pick up speed. The entire walk was great too - Anyone might have seen me, and now I'm panting. I was so obviously soaked, my pants were visibly ruined because I'd pee'd into them and now there's something else wet clinging to my fingers. My body begins to grow warm and I know I'm nearly done. I stretch my legs even more, splaying my toes which glisten in the moon light. My body picks itself forward from the trunk as my fingers run in and out of me. I feel body pull itself forward even further and my body begins to- "Claire?" Fuffffffck...! My body tenses up and my eyes open wide - a mix of surprise and orgasm. I stare in horror at the familiar face of Summer as my body convulses in orgasm. I feel myself shout out and my eyes clench shut, face pointed towards the floor, trying to wish her out of existence. I sit on the spot grunting for a moment before I can bring myself to speak. "S-summer?" I say, not looking up. "Claire, claire, claire." She says, mocking me. My body is still fizzing as I bring myself to look her in the eyes. I lift the hand that isn't in my pants to wave at her. Bits of grass fall out my open palm and I realise I must have been clasping firmly at the ground. Summer was my room-mate in my first year. She has a house-share now, but we still see each other. She's not well off as such, but she's never short of cash. "So what - it isn't what it looks like?" She says, mocking me. She steps over my outstretched legs as if to straddle me. "W-what..." I start, not remembering it being this hard to talk. "W-what does it look like?" "It looks like you're masturbating under a tree." She says, pointing to my crotch. The outline of the back of my hand is very visible. Especially with the soaked pants shimmering in the light. I bring my hand out and give her the peace sign. Poor idea - I notice only too late the string of fluid between my finger tips. "...don't tell anyone?" I ask her, hoping for the best. She smirks. "Hey, we all need a little extra money." "What?" "Well, out here where noone's around, at this time of night and your phone sitting by your side." She says, pointing at it. I forgot it was there. "So are you making a private video or what?" "P-pardon?!" "Oh don't be coy." Say Summer, taking a seat next to me, realising her mistake and pushing herself a few inches further. "I've been selling pictures of my feet to weirdos since first year. What are you selling?" "Selling?" I ask, still trying to figure out what planet I'm on. "What, you're not selling videos?" She asks, frowning. "Is this actually you-" "No no, f-for sale!" I cut in. I wish I'd thought of that... "Ever need a camera man?" She asks, standing up. "Maybe a second model?" Summer stands up and walks behind the large rock where I'd left my bag. She picks it up and passes it to me. "Don't look at me like that" She says with a grin. "I can't get by on part-time pay all the time. And neither can you, wet pants. What's that one called...omowashi? omorashi?" I blush bright red. She sees this. She smirks. "Oh my god, this is your fetish." She says, half laughing. "Well, you've got my number. Give me a call if you ever want any extra pocket money." And she walks off, leaving me to my now quite cold pants. How did she know where my bag was?
Long queue Larissa, Chloe, Natasha and Eve helped each other with make up, clothing adjustments and hair accessories as they excitedly got ready to see Young and Free in concert.  ‘You got the tickets safe Chloe?’  ‘Yes in my bag all ready. See? Oh come on Eve your hair looks amazing honestly! The taxi will be here in less than ten minutes now.’  ‘Would you like me to take these glasses downstairs Larissa? Will I just put them in the kitchen?’ ‘Yeah yeah that’s perfect. Mum will put them in the dishwasher. Thanks’  All four had been nibbling crisps and nuts and drinking wine and fizzy juice as they got ready. They had been getting dressed and prepared for well over an hour when they heard a loud toot outside and Larissa’s mum shouted up.  ‘Girls! You need to come down NOW! That’s the taxi here! Have a great time girls and remember to stay together and stay safe. Call me Larissa if you need me ok! You know I won’t go to bed until you are back home safe!’  As the four dolled up students raced downstairs to grab coats and jackets and head into the taxi Larissa kissed her mum on the cheek and quickly reassured her. Safe in the taxi the girls giggled excitedly as the taxi headed to the outskirts of the city to the large concert hall.  Joining the long queue to get in Eve giggled and crossed her legs.  ‘I ought to have used the toilet before we left! I hope we get inside soon as I really wanna wee.’  ‘Me too!’  ‘What are you two like! There must be over 100 people in front of us! Just don’t think about it and you’ll be fine ok!’  After initially not moving at all finally the queue began moving faster and within twenty minutes the girls were all inside the large atrium and looking for the toilets.  ‘I vote we all go now. I’m bursting!  ‘Yeah me too! Look I see some!’  The four girls made their way towards the ladies weaving through the crowds, stalls and stewards as they did so. It appeared everyone else at the concert was doing likewise but thankfully for all four girls the queue moved steadily and all four got to relieve themselves before being able to buy some drinks and sweets and heading into the auditorium.  ‘This is going to be epic!’ Natasha shouted above the noise of the crowd.  ‘Absolutely! Look it’s starting!’ Eve screamed back.  With load bangs and fireworks the live concert began in style and the girls jumped, danced and sang throughout, each of them finishing the drinks and sweets they had bought and buying more in the interval. When out buying more juice Chloe glanced towards the toilets but the queue was out the door so she decided not to bother.  The second half started with more fireworks and more smoke which had the audience screaming with excitement. When the band called up a few people from the crowd the place went wild with excitement but sadly none of the four students were picked, much to all their disappointments.  Finally the three hour event drew to a close and the girls joined the long queue to leave the auditorium, the stewards filing everyone out in seat order. As they waited on their row being ushered out Chloe crossed her legs. ‘Can we go straight to the toilets please?’  ‘Again?’  ‘Yes! I was going to go at the break but the queue was out the door. I’ll never make it home honestly girls. I’m bursting!’  Eve moved from foot to foot behind Chloe. ‘She’s not the only one Larissa. I didn’t want to miss any of that but I’ve been wanting to go for ages. Come on! Why haven’t they let our row out yet?’  Natasha kept quiet but secretly she was delighted Chloe had mentioned the ladies. She too was desperate but way too embarrassed to say. It seemed only Larissa didn’t want to go but Natasha wasn’t sure if that was just bravado. She often tried to hold off longer than the rest of them but then Natasha had seen her having to go behind a bush more than once as her bravado broke and she was almost wetting herself. Natasha smiled but tightened her muscles hoping it wasn’t obvious how desperate she was too.  ‘Right ok! We’ll go straight the the toilets then call the cab. It’s heaving here so maybe there will be a few less people by then. At least we are moving now. Try stick together. It’s madness here! The girls filed out into the large auditorium and headed for the ladies. They went straight to the ones they used earlier but Chloe protested that the queue wasn’t just out the door but almost back to the main entrance this time! ‘What? There’s no way I can wait in that! I’ll wee myself before I even get inside the door!’  Natasha silently agreed as she felt another spasm but tried to look as natural as possible. Larissa laughed ‘even I would be bursting by the time we got to those toilets and I don’t even need it!’ (Which was a lie but she wasn’t going to let the others know that)  Chloe danced around high on alcohol and the music.  ‘We need to find some other ones! Come on!’  The group headed further along the large wide atrium going against the crowd and heading away from the main door. They were stopped by an usher.  ‘Hey you’re going the wrong way! The exit is this way please.’  Chloe, the boldest, went right up to the tall male usher. ‘Hey mate. Listen. I really need the loo. We’re just looking for a ladies ok?’  ‘Well you won’t find any up this way sorry. There’s some at the entrance on your right.’  Larissa spoke up. ‘Yes we saw those ones but the line is HUGE and my friend Chloe here will pee herself in that queue. Come on! Let us use some other ones? Please?’  The usher stood firm.  ‘Sorry ladies. For security reasons you can’t go any further. I’m afraid you need to head back to the entrance. Thank you.’ Natasha was mortified. Not only did she hate breaking rules but she felt so embarrassed that Larissa, her friend, had embarrassed Chloe by telling a stranger she was about to pee herself. Granted Chloe was dancing around holding herself like a kindergarten child but even so! She pulled at Larissa and Eve’s arms and walked towards the entrance. Eve remained quiet too but she did comment softly that she hoped the queue would move quick. Natasha did too.  The queue was still almost at the entrance but the four girls reluctantly joined anyway.  ‘What about we just call a cab and go at our own homes?’ Larissa asked five minutes later when they had barely moved.  Chloe, who was still dancing, answered first. ‘God no! By the time you call a cab, then we wait, then it drops Eve and you off I’ll be sitting in a puddle. Just let’s wait here now. At least it’s moving a bit. God I’m bursting though!’  Eve moved from foot to foot her hands in her jeans shorts pocket. ‘I’d rather wait too please.’  ‘Ok! But this is madness!’  Natasha tried standing still but even concentrating hard the pulses between her legs were strong and the need to move intense.  The lined moved a little more but the conversation became less as each girl battled her own private war.  Finally they could at least see the door though there was still over twenty girls in front. Chloe lost more and more dignity as she pressed both hands between her miniskirt and tights, her far too high shoes making it hard for her to balance. ‘I’m dying to pee so much. Do you think anyone would let me skip the queue? I have to go so badly it’s ridiculous. I so need to pee!’  Eve flushed as a strong urge hid. She silently crossed her legs and leaned on the wall though she could feel her underwear getting damp. She ached for release so much. She too doubted if she would make it.  Natasha tapped her foot on the floor willing the queue to disappear as her urethra pushed and pushed rhythmically against her leather trousers and thong.  Larissa wasn’t going to let on how much her bladder hurt but the waist on her jeans was digging in so when the others weren’t looking so up did the top button. That helped a little but not much.  A short while later and Chloe was almost in tears. ‘I’m not gonna make it. I can’t hold this. It’s so urgent!’  Eve tried to encourage her though she doubted if she would manage either.  ‘It’s ok Clo. It’s moving again see. We’re at the door now.’  But it was no good. Brazen, bursting and bolstered by alcohol Chloe hunched down against the wall as a loud hiss made the others stare.  ‘Sorry! I just couldn’t wait another second!’  Pee formed a large warm puddle around her high strappy shoes as the pressure burst through her knickers and tights in a powerful stream.  ‘Oh God. That’s so much better though!’  The others looked at Chloe with a mix of shock, jealousy and disbelief.  Larissa spoke first. ‘Geez you can pee girl! Bet you won’t be the first to do that here! This is crazy having to wait this long!’  While everyone had been watching Chloe Eve had been forced to loosen the button on her jeans shorts such was the ache in her bladder. She rubbed her distended bladder as she leaned against the wall, avoiding the spreading puddle. It was getting beyond uncomfortable and now painful to keep holding the huge amount of urine her bladder held.  As the queue moved again Chloe stood up and stepped over her puddle looking embarrassed but happy.  Natasha was now in the lead and just inside the door she could now see a row of cubicles on each side but worse was the ladies washing their hands. She pressed a hand between the crotch of her leather trousers. ‘Oh my God this is torture! First seeing someone pee themselves now seeing folk washing hands. I really really need to go so bad’, which showed as she paced from foot to foot with a hand tight between her legs.  Larissa never admitted needing to pee. She was proud of that but even she was struggling to keep her need hidden. ‘It’s bad isn’t it. Even I’m bursting now we’ve been waiting this long!’  They moved a little more but Eve stood silently leaning against the wall concentrating so much so hadn’t noticed the queue move.  Chloe noticed she hadn’t moved,  ‘Eve? You ok there? You falling asleep?’  Little did anyone know that pulling Eve out her holding zone would be too much. She turned as Chloe called her name but the lapse of concentration when another crucifying urge surged through her was all it took. Eve looked down ashamed in silence  as warm liquid dribbled down her inside leg as the crotch of her denim shorts changed colour. With her arms rigid straight by her side, her hands tightly clenched to try and stop peeing it was all too little too late as against all her fight urine continued to race down both her bare legs and into her pump shoes. She hadn’t even made it into the door let alone a cubicle. Oh the shame.  Chloe giggled, Natasha marched on the spot frantically inside the door and Larissa tried acting cool despite an intense need to piss overwhelming her.  Chloe found it hilarious no longer being alone in embarrassment.  ‘Two down! Two to go! Haha!’  Natasha’s pride took over. ‘What do you mean? I ain’t gonna piss myself! No chance! You two wait outside. Larissa and I will be back soon!  The door closed behind Natasha as the queue moved again. Now just six in front including Larissa who was now unashamedly dancing like Chloe had and moaning.  Finally a stall became available and Larissa ran in, yanking her tight leather trousers down as best she could but only getting them barely over her butt cheeks when the heavens opened! Pee gushed our furiously as Larissa tried learning forwards to make her pee stream fire backwards to avoid soaking her clothes. Hovering over the pan she felt tipsy with delight, even dizzy at finally getting release after so long. Her pee kept flowing steadily whilst Natasha was still outside waiting.  Finally another stall became free and Natasha walked in. Inside facing the toilet the intensity of her need became incredibly strong and try as she might her jeans just wouldn’t budge over her distended bladder. She shook with need as first a dribble then a strong trickle escaped. She tried pulling at her jeans again but they just wouldn’t budge. With no choice left she sat on the toilet and wanted to scream as her bladder gave out and her jeans got soaked. This couldn’t be happening! Not to her!  But it was, just as it happened to Chloe and Eve and almost happened to Larissa. It’s just what can happen when you can’t go because of a long queue. It really can happen to any woman.
Inspired by and dedicated to Peefreak Natalie She had been here before! Never quite as bad as this but she had definitely been here before. It just went to show that we are never old enough to know better, we think we are but no! The same old shortcomings keep catching us out don’t they? You know the ones, when you know you’re saying the wrong thing but you mouth won’t stop until you have got your foot in it: ‘I’ll only have a couple of drinks and I’ll stop drinking before I get too drunk’. They’re the ones, we all know them and swear we will never do it again but habit catches us out every time and we are back in the same place, again. Natalie’s problem was her bladder, or to put it more precisely, her ignoring it’s warnings. Natalie had been ignoring her bladder most of her life and it had often got her into difficult situations in the past. It had begun when she was just a little girl. Often when she was playing outside she would put off going in to the toilet until the last minute because she didn’t want to stop what she was doing, then, all of a sudden, she would have to run into the house. There had been occasions when she hadn’t made it and wet herself before she got there but her mother was very understanding and tolerant, after all lots of little three year olds wet themselves. It had stopped by the time she started school and ever after that she had always made it to the toilet in time. She still often left it to the last moment though when she was doing something that she wanted to finish. In fact, she often used the building tension and desperation as a motivation to finish a particular task or complete an email maybe. The sight of Natalie rushing to the loo where she worked was an occasional source of amusement among the other girls but it earned her respect as a diligent member of staff. Now, at 24, Natalie had very strong bladder control and could go several hours without peeing, which in a way tended to work against her. You see, because she could wait, she did. This day however, was the worst time she could remember. She had finished work a couple of hours early to spend a little time with her grandma because her grandpa had recently died. She made tea and they had that and some little teacakes that Natalie had bought. They talked about all sorts of things and as they enjoyed their time together two hours slipped easily by. Her grandma had been having a problem with the plumbing and all afternoon while Natalie was there the plumber had been working in the bathroom so when Natalie was ready to leave she couldn’t use the bathroom because the water was still turned off. Natalie began to have doubts as she said goodbye to her grandma but shrugged them off, she had been this desperate before and managed to hold it. She began walking into town to get the bus home and as she walked her need to pee got stronger, almost it seemed with every step. People were going home from work and late students were gathered in groups that got more frequent the nearer she got to the college in town. By now Natalie knew she was in trouble. There were no public toilets near here and no stores open now, in fact, they were all closing and hardly likely to let her in just to use the loo. She phoned her best friend Joanna and said, ‘Jo, I’m in town and everywhere’s shut, I’m absolutely dying to pee.’ Her friend said, ‘You’ll be alright, you do this every time, you really should be more careful not to get into these situations.’ ‘I didn’t know my grandma was having the plumber in this afternoon did I?’ Said Natalie, ‘I’m really desperate Jo, I can hardly walk,’ Natalie could feel a great heaviness low down in her belly, her muscles were straining to cope and she walked slower and slower. She begged Jo to stay on the phone, ‘to help her hold on’, she said. It had never been this bad, the strain of holding on was making her legs shaky and her thighs were sweating between her legs with the effort of holding her pelvic floor so tightly clamped. She stopped for a moment to get better control but it didn’t really help. ‘I really can’t hold on’, she told Jo, ‘what can I do? The road is crowded with people. I’ve got my hand between my legs holding my pussy but I can’t walk like this, everyone will see.’ Jo was very sympathetic and said to her, ‘you have to hold on Nat. Can you find a quiet corner to squat and pee quickly?’ That was the trigger point, Jo mentioning squatting to pee and momentarily Natalie felt a little spurt hit her knickers and start to trickle down her legs. ‘I’m wetting myself Jo’, she said, I’ll have to squat and do it or I will completely soak myself.’ ‘Do it! Jo said, just squat down as discreetly as you can and let it go. Are you wearing a skirt?’ ‘Yes,’ said Natalie, ‘I came straight from work.’ ‘Make it look like you are looking through your handbag,’ said Jo, ‘and maybe no one will notice.’ Natalie crouched down trying to pull her skirt up a little as she did so. She was already peeing before she got down and she said to Jo, ‘I’m doing it, I’m actually peeing in the middle of the High Street with people walking by, I can’t believe I’m doing this. God Jo! It feels so hot coming out, the relief is awesome, I can feel it coming out so strongly, Oh God! That’s wonderful Jo, I can feel my stomach deflating but I’m still peeing in torrents, the relief is magic, I was so tired holding it in. It’s going across the pavement towards the road and anyone who walks by can see but I don’t care it just feels so wonderful.’ She moaned in sheer pleasure and a couple of people passing by heard her but Natalie didn’t even notice, she was so lost in the moment everything around her almost faded away as she concentrated on the feeling of sheer relief. It was as if the rest of the world was on stop for her, the moment frozen while she dealt with her need to pee. Her pee was forming a puddle in a low spot on the pavement as she continued peeing. She had never peed so much before and the hot feeling as it passed her pussy lips and gushed onto the floor was almost orgasmic, She worried for a moment that she would actually climax right there in the street with a dozen people within earshot but the moment passed and she just kept peeing and enlarging the pee puddle she had made. ‘You still there Jo?’ she asked into her phone. ‘Yes,’ said Jo, ‘what happened? You went away then for a minute.’ ‘I almost came with the fantastic feeling of relief, I can’t believe I nearly climaxed in the street!’ ‘Have you finished?’ Asked Jo, ‘you empty? ‘’Very nearly’, said Natalie, ‘It’s slowing down now but you should see the puddle, people are stepping around and over it, I’m so embarrassed they can all see I peed in the street.’ ‘My knickers are soaked, and the hem of my skirt is wet and sticking to my legs,’ she told Jo as she stood up, her legs still shaking and her face red as her senses began to take in the world around her again. ‘Come to my place Nat,’ said Jo, ‘it’s nearer than going home. We can get a take-away and wash and dry your things.’ ‘Thanks Jo,’ Natalie said, ‘It’s getting cold and clammy now that I’ve finished but do you know what?’ ‘What’, said Jo. ‘Now that it’s over and I’m walking away, the feeling of having done that is making me wet again you know where. I’m going to have to do this again!’ Roger Ireland Stay wet'n'happy
Tony Starks 50th Birthday party had been labelled as the party of the century, the fact the invitations had arrived in flying golden boxes a sure sign he was sparing no expense for this party. The already extravagant man wanting to mark this occasion in style with an equally impressive guest list. From the everyday heroes like Peggy Carter to the veritable gods of Thor and even Starlord himself, it seemed anyone and everyone Tony had ever worked with had been invited.  But beyond the Avengers a large list of high up military and civilian faces had also RSVP’d to the event as going. There had been some rumours of him running for president, a thought that was currently going through Natasha Romanov’s head as she sped down the highway on her motorcycle. The heat from the engine rumbling between her legs feeling comforting in the cold evening. While her dark suit was perfect for mobility, it did little to keep her warm. Leaning in closer she accelerated down the almost abandoned road, aware she was already running late. On the outskirts of town Carol Danvers noticed the car Tony had sent pull up outside her farm house, the slightly chubby man behind the wheel beeping twice.  Grabbing a coat, she threw it on over her suit and made her way to the black car. Despite her sometimes down to earth demeanour she was looking forward to tonight, the nights out with the Avengers often reminded her of the fun she had with Maria while in the air force. It was rare for her to find that kind of close connection to anyone, but for many of the Avengers that was a common trend and as such it only seemed to make them feel closer. Plus, tonight was the perfect excuse to ditch the professional attitude and actually relax a little. Closing the door to the car behind her, she shimmied out of the coat and threw it onto the seat next to her. Looking forward she could see the eyes of the driver clearly giving her a once over, before quickly darting to the road as he started to pull away. She had found it strange that the invite had requested her to turn up in uniform, Carol’s bright blue and gold suit making her a little self-conscious. But as Tony had said on the invite, there were regular civilians coming to this. If they wanted to keep up appearances they would have to wear their uniforms, although she was also sure part of the reason was Tony wanting to show them all off to his wealthy friends. After all, having Captain Marvel saviour of earth at your party was far more impressive that putting Carol Danvers on the list. “Why are you dragging me to this thing” an annoyed voice asked, the hum of star ship engines powering down in the background. “I thought you said you wanted to do more things together?” A mask man asked, walking down the ramp to his ship towards a young man behind a small kiosk. “I don’t want to see any scratches on this when I get back” he said tossing the keys to a bemused Valet who had never seen a space ship let alone parked one before. “I meant more like a romantic picnic, not a party” Gamora continued, ignoring the Valet completely. “Party’s can be romantic” Peter said, pulling her close. “Then why did you bring me?” An even more cross sounding Nebula asked. “I mean your family now” he said reaching over to hold Gamora’s hand. “Plus I need someone to watch Rocket” “Hey, what do you mean?”. To the continuing surprise of the overwhelmed Valet, a bipedal and talking racoon was following the group, along with a living tree. “Hey, you’ll catch flies” Rocket said, looking at the poor young man as he stood open mouthed at the sequence of events that had just unfolded Infront of him. “Then why bring me?” Rocket asked, turning to Quill and repeating Nebulas question. “Well you were invited, and…” “Why couldn’t old tree face do it” Nebula interrupted. “Because he is almost as bad as Rocket. You’re the only one they are both afraid of” Peter said. Pausing for a moment Nebula seemed to consider it before nodding her approval “All right then” she said continuing to follow them towards the glowing lights of Stark manor.  “Please tell me you are not going to keep that on all night though Peter” Gamora asked, a disapproving look on her face. “What its cool, its mysterious, and Tony said to come in uniform”. But he could see the unimpressed look on Gamora’s face that had stayed firm. “Fine!” he said annoyed, clicking a button the silver mask folded away revealing his human face. “You’re no fun, you know that” Checking her compact mirror Peggy Carter moved a wisp of her curling brown hair back under the large pin she was trying to use to keep it all in place. Puckering her lips, the rose red lipstick she had applied still seemed to all be in place since she checked it two minutes earlier. “You look great, stop fussing” “I’m not fussing Maria” “Really Peggy, how often do you normally check your makeup at work?” Maria hill asked raising an eyebrow. “I don’t really check it at work” “Exactly, you will be fine” “Sorry, im not great at these kind of events” she conceded snapping the mirror shut. “Although im happy we got to wear our usual uniforms, instead of having to find something fancy to wear.” Carter replied, smoothing a crease in her dull green pencil skirt. “With you on that” Maria agreed, sipping from a small flask of some strong-smelling alcohol, offering it to Peggy she got a shake of the head, screwing the cap back on they stepped out of the car which had just stopped outside the main gate. Standing, the pair of brunettes quickly made their way up the small path, past a number of perfectly trimmed hedges that appeared to be the faces of past presidents and ended in giant topiaries of Tony himself. A large gate was in front of them with a number of bounces checking peoples passes before they went in. “C’mon im Ant man” came an exclamation from the front of the line. “Im an avenger, you know, the people who save the world”. Overhearing this Carter couldn’t help but smile at the situation, knowing full well who it was. “Come on, im sure he will let us through” Carter added, directing Maria to skip the line. “What do you mean Im not on the list” The annoyed man continued. “Whats your name again?” “ughh” he sighed deeply. “Scott Lang” “Do you have any id” the large bouncer asked, his size even slightly intimidating to the pair of powerful women as they approached. “Do I look like I have pockets in this thing?” Antman said, gesturing all over the metallic suit he was wearing wildly” “Mam, Mam” he nodded to the two women as they strolled right past Scott, Carters heels clacking off the stone paving. “Wait Peggy, Maria, they know us” Scott said, pointing at the two of them, only for his view to be blocked by the broad shoulders of the man blocking him. “Im sorry Scott, I have no idea who you are”. Carter replied, her rose red lips curling into a smile. “What about your wife, what is her name?” The bouncer asked. “Oh no…shes…shes not my wife…we are just together, but like not just tonight, like together together” Scott began stumbling over his words, while Hope just raised her eyebrow and waited to see how far down he could dig this hole. It was looking good for him to beat his previous record. Inside the manor Carol Danvers had found herself at one of the many bars on the property, currently with her back to the room as she was trying to plan her next move. The amount of high-ranking military figures offering to buy her a drink was frankly uncomfortable. Especially considering she had served with some of these peoples parents. “Well if it isn’t my favourite human” A deep voice boomed loudly behind her as a heavy hand landed on Carols shoulder. Turning around she was met by the sight of a giant man in silver armour and a red cape, if she had been worried about standing out she didn’t need to have been. “Thor, how’s it going” Carol said, happy to have finally run into someone she knew. The small talk with these random people wasn’t getting any easier for her and she had made a mental note to make sure this was the last time she would turn up early to one of Tony’s parties. “Carol Danvers morning I would like you to meet Jane Foster” he said, stepping to the side and revealing an unhappy Jane who was currently stood with her arms crossed. “Favourite human?” “I…uh oh yeah… I meant second favourite” The God of Thunder said, looking slightly sheepish. “Hey, that hurts me too big guy”. “Ah Tony!” Thor said excitedly as the man of the hour strolled towards them, a hint of blue light escaping the folds of his freshly pressed suit. “Happy birthday” Thor said loudly, clapping Tony on the back. “Well, its nice to know where I stand in the order of things, and I was just thinking of getting a hedge of your head made.” he joked. “But make yourselves at home guys, me casa su casa”. “I thought Dr. Banner was the big guy?” Carol asked, still getting use to his nicknames for all of the team, part of her wondering what her’s might be. “Well, usually he is. But since he couldn’t make it, I think that makes Thor qualifies” “Hey Thor, where should we put this” A shout came from behind them. “Oh look, its Sif White and the 4 dwarves” Tony said sarcastically. “And they have brought me a giant dead thing, how thoughtful” he continued, moving one of the large legs the creature currently placed on a large metal trolly rolling up to him had. “Ah, you will love this Tony, its called a Margling and is a delicacy on Asgard.” Thor said slapping the thing, a loud squelching filled the room as a drop of whatever it was cooked in landed on Tony’s face. “Well, I will just have to trust you on that” he said taking a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiping the sauce off his cheek. “why don’t you guys pick and area and make yourself at home….and take this thing with you.” “Carol, why don’t you join us. It would be nice to have some human company” Jane invited her along as the group set up in one of the corners of the large room. A number of beanbag chairs collected for the warriors as they marvelled at the seats, apparently fans of the comfortable chairs they had never seen before. Back at the front of the house a short while later a single headlight could be seen making its way down the long drive.  The drum of the Harley Davidsons six cylinder engine filling the estates grounds that had largely gone quiet now. Sweeping up the driveway she pulled to a sudden stop at the front gate, pulling off her helmet she let her red hair fall to her shoulder. Kicking the stand down she swung her legs off and took a deep breath before starting the walk up to the main doors. The sound of music and laughter emanating out of the large building. She was trained to be able to play and role that she was required to by her job, but tonight she was just supposed to be herself, and that was a far more difficult assignment. “Sir, Sir, Sir, Sir” she greeted the number of important looking people that all stopped to say hi. Many of them she had worked with before, but some she couldn’t remember, although given the Avengers activities it was likely most people on earth or at least America knew of her. Looking through the glass door she was hurriedly walking towards she spotted a standard issue green dress moving through the crowd, a dress which could only belong to one person. Approaching it she was happy to see that she was right. “Agent Carter” Natasha said, nodding her greeting. “Agent Romanov” she responded. “Can’t you two relax for one night?” Maria asked the pair of them as they still stood almost to attention, their posture rigid and practised. “Here” she said grabbing a pair of champagne flutes off a passing waiter and handing them each one. “Thank you Agent Hill”. “On second thoughts” she said grabbing 2 glasses and handed another one to each of the women before grabbing two for herself. “Were gonna need these…. or at least I am” she said necking back one of the surprisingly large flutes in one go. A loud cheer from Across the room got their attention as Carol Danvers  raised her glass triumphantly, upturning it on her head, a few drops rolling down her face. Laughing heartily she felt her muscles twitch slightly inside her, the last few tankards of Asgardian ale making themselves known. But crossing one leg over the other she tried to put the thought to the back of her mind. For the first time in a long time, she was having fun. “Another leg?” Thor said offering her some more of the large beast In front of them. Over the last hour they had been making their way through it, but it seemed they had barely made a dent on it. “Why not” she replied as Sif refilled Carol’s and her own glass yet again. “What about you Jane, sure you don’t…..Jane?” Thor said, turning to see an empty seat next to him. Jane herself had left some time between the six and seventh tankards of ale, she had hoped that Carol would have been someone she could chat too, but she soon realised that Carol had far more in common with Thor than her. Trained as an Alien assassin, Jane thought to herself and starting to wonder if there were any Humans in this place that hadn’t been abducted by aliens or given super powers by mysterious sources. “You doing alright?” someone to her left asked. “Oh hi Wanda, yeah you know, just feeling a bit left out of the super heroes club at the moment.” She half joked. “What are you on about, you are probably the smartest person here…..except maybe Tony where ever he is.” “Thanks, but when I start a story about Quantum mechanics you can hear peoples brains turning off. its just a bit hard to compete with the stories you guys have. Kind of makes me feel like a third wheel even in my own relationship” she joked, pointing over towards Thor and Carol having a great time. “haha, you should try talking to Clint” Wanda Joked. “But if you want, I’ve had enough of these generals staring at my chest, so how about we grab a bottle and find somewhere to talk?” she said in her thick Eastern European accent. “Uhhh, that sounds great” Jane sighed. “But I mean, you know you are still an avenger.” “I promise, no hero talk.” “Well in that case, You have a deal” Although despite the promise of no hero talk, Jane watched as a ray of scarlet energy left the red haired woman, snaking under the bar it pulled a large bottle of champagne into her hand. Walking away quickly, the unlikely pair tried to find somewhere a little quieter to relax. “So what do you do for fun when you are not out saving the universe?” “I’ve recently picked up Archery” “What with Clint?” “Yeah, couldn’t ask for a better teacher” “Wait, are you and he…..” Jane asked. “What no” Wanda laughed. “He has a family, kids” “Really, when did that happen?” Jane asked, clearly surprised by that revelation. “A while ago really, like before the Avengers I think. He has teenagers now, I think his son has a crush on me” she laughed. “I didn’t know, although I rarely see him, or you for that matter” “Well no time like the present” Wanda said, grabbing a couple of glasses from a waiter, not wanting to swig from the bottle just yet. “Cheers” they said clinking their glasses together and walking towards the back of the property. “I want to introduce you to someone.” “How many times are you going to do this tonight Scott. You realise you don’t have to show off to me right, we’re together now. Hope asked as she was dragged across the room yet again. “Hey Thor, how’s it going?” “Peter Parker!, wow you have grown up so much since I last saw you, although I thought you were taller last time” Thor said squinting slightly. “What, im not Peter?, and you shut it” He said to Hope who was now snickering beside him, unable to control her laughter. “Sure thing….Peter” she couldn’t help but shoot back. “No, its me…Ant man?” “Ah yes, now I remember. Antman how have you been friend?” “I’ve been good man, what about you, how is Asgard these days?” “Still a burning realm of fire and misery.” “Oh right….I heard about that….”. Well that was one way to put your foot in it. “You must be Jane, its nice to finally meet you.” He said trying to change the subject. Although all that that sentence seem to do was cause Thor’s four friends to spray their ale across each other. Sif wiping a spray of second hand ale from her face that had left her rather put out. “No, this is Sif. Warrior of Asgard and good friend of mine.” Thor said, putting a hand on the silver armoured woman to his left, clearly a little embarrassed by the confusion. “But its still nice to meet you” Sif added, back to enjoying Thor’s awkwardness. “Scott and lady friend of Scott, would you like to try an Asgardian delicacy?” he said trying to change the subject quickly. “Sure and she’s Wasp, or Hope whichever you want really” Scot said smiling widely, enjoying being included by the god of thunder. “What is it?” He asked, looking a little concerned by the orange coloured flesh he had been handed. “Its Margling, similar to what you call a buffalo, but bigger, and it doesn’t have fur, and it lives in the Ocean. Maybe its more like a…  Ooh you must have loralells yes? “I…no, at least not that im aware of” Hope said, tentatively taking the piece of meat she was handed. “Oh, well its like one of those but bigger and with more legs” Thor said excitedly. “Tastes like chicken” Scott replied, taking a second bite of his. “So who do you actually know at this party?” Rocket asked loudly as they walked between the rows of people, their jaws falling open or spitting drinks as they saw the talking raccoon making small talk. “Umm, well I mean I know Tony.” Peter said. “Yeah, but where is he?” “I don’t know, there must be like a million people here” The starlord said spinning his head around. “How’s it going” Rocket said to an elderly man whose monocle seemed to pop off his face and into the glass of Champaign he was holding. “Hey Quill is that?” “And then I drop the tank in front of him and im like Boom, is that what yo…..” “Hey Rodey” Peter said loudly, causing a number of people to turn and stare at him while interrupting the story. Unperturbed he just waved across the room at the first person he had recognised. “You are the worst at this, im going to go and find something to drink” The blue skinned nebula said, clearly bored by the party and Quills antics. “There isn’t even a gladiator pit, I thought that’s what they did on this primitive planet”. She muttered to herself. “Yeah, im going to go take a look around” Rocket said, his eyes locking on a fountain that appeared to be full of flowing gold. “I must go too” Mantis said, no indication of awkwardness of the statement and clearly had no plans on elaborating. Walking off she moved her head around, clearly looking for something. “So now that its just the two of us…” Gamora said, leaning in closer to Quill. “I am GROOT”. “Can you beat it” Quill said, annoyed by all of his friends reluctance to have fun. “I am GROOT” the walking tree seem to say sadly as he walked away, following slowly behind Rocket. “Where were we” Quill said, leaning back in for a kiss. “Are you ok Carol?” Sif asked, noticing an uneasy look on her face. Yeah totally, she said. She could feel her stomach starting to churn inside her. Pressing her lips together she stifled a quiet moan as the discomfort inside her increased for a moment. But she was fine, or at least that was what she kept telling herself. For the next ten minutes she continued to battle the increasing discomfort inside her stomach. Feeling a particularly strong wave of pressure Carrols eyes went wide for a moment, a strange gurgling noise originating from her stomach. “Oooh”, she said, rubbing her stomach with a pained expression across her face. “Hahaha, yes the Margling can have that affect” Thor said raising his tankard in her direction. The sudden attention and awareness of her situation making Carol blush deeply. “Im…sorry what?” She asked, a bead of sweat gathering on her temple as the discomfort inside her seemed to double in an instant. She couldn’t remember the last time she had felt this bad. “Margling” he repeated, pointing with his cup at the large feast the two of them had been eating. “It’s a delicacy in Asgard, saved for only the finest grand banquets” he said waving his tankard slightly drunkenly in the air as he fondly reminisced about his home, forgetting she had been there when he had talked about it with their friends that had come and gone.“And some times quite essential.” He added before he and the others burst out laughing heartily, Carol awkwardly sitting there as she clenched her muscles, clearly out of the loop on something. Thor seemed to see the confused and worried look on her face. “Oh don’t worry, you’ll be fine. We just use it to clear out ourselves when we have over indulged he said patting his stomach. You don’t stay in this shape after a four-day feast without it. Just look at poor Volstagg” he joked. The others bursting out into raucous laughter again and pouring yet another round of drinks. “Yeah im fine…” She said, forcing a smile across her face as the discomfort in her stomach continued. She was fine, she could handle this. Just a bit of discomfort, nothing she wasn’t use too. But another louder gurgling noise made her quickly rethink that. “Im, im going to go say hi to Tony” she lied, the pressure inside her rapidly rising as the Margling and ale took effect. Standing slowly, she ignored the concerned expressions from Sif and the others as she forced another smile, leaving the group and beginning to walk slowly through the room. She was doing her best to act normal even as she felt the sweat gather on her brow, a hand clutching her stomach as it churned. The loss of support from sitting clearly expediting whatever was going on inside her. Why did this party have to be so packed, Carol thought to herself. It was almost impossible to see the walls for the people, with no indication of where the bathrooms were, she was really starting to worry. Feeling her stomach do another backflip inside her she was forced to stop just a few feet from where she had started, her legs bowing as she clenched her muscles. Stumbling forwards through the crowd she was seriously starting to worry she wouldn’t make it. No that couldn’t happen she was Captain Marvel!. Looking up she thankfully saw Natasha Romanov standing in front of her. She had been here before, she must know! Rushing over to her the red head looked up. “Hi Carol, everything ok?” she said, concerned at the clearly uncomfortable woman who was typically the picture of poise. “Bathroom” Carol stuttered, unable to take part in any small talk. Her face burning up as she felt the shame overwhelm her. But right now that wasn’t the overwhelming force she was worried about. “I…uh yeah sure, its down there to the right” The black suited woman said, pointing down to the end of the room. “Thank you” Carol managed to mutter, before following the guidance she had been given. “What’s with the captain?” Natasha asked, walking up to Thor as he was chugging back another round with his friends. “Who Roger’s, I haven’t seen him”. “No….the other one, although I guess I should stop calling them that” Natasha conceded. “No idea, but come join us. Try some Margling, that funny little Ant guy and his girlfriend said it tasted like chicken”. “Uh sure”, she said grabbing one of its many large legs and tentatively taking a bite as Sif seemed to magically produce another tankard for her.” Across the hall Carol raced towards the bathroom, she could feel her control slipping as her tormented stomach seemed to take on a life of its own. A burning deep in her stomach causing her to gasp, but finally she spotted the ladies room Natasha had pointed out to her. Barging through the door her knees going weak she stumbled, almost crawling towards the single cubicle door. Her breathing heavy she outstretched a hand, opening the door as the heat inside her started to feel like there was a volcano waiting to erupt inside her suit. Slamming the door shut she reached for the zipper she grabbed it and pulled, but it didn’t move “No, no, no” she stammered, desperately fighting with the zipper to her suit. But it was already too late. In an instant she felt her stomach explode, groaning deeply she doubled over as a wet and warm sensation filled the rear of her suit blue suit. “No….she groaned again as her body begin voiding itself, the mass in her suit pushing its way down one of her tight legs. The skin hugging material doing nothing but making her situation that much worse. Her hand still on the zipper she felt it move and she rapidly pulled it down. The movement not helping with the mess which spilled out of her suit and onto the white tiles of the toilet floor. Finally free of her suit she sat on the toilet, her face still burning as she groaned in relief. It was at this moment she heard the door to the toilet open, the realisation of her rather public situation making her eyes go  wide again, she couldn’t let anyone find her like this! Was it Natasha, has she come to check on her? Who ever it was, Carol was just happy that there was a full wall between the two of them and despite the state she was in, it seemed Tony had implemented enough fans that even she could barely smell anything. “Hello?” came a faint and unfamiliar voice on the other side of the door, the handle rattling once. Quick she had to think of something, how could she keep her dignity after this. Maybe she could clean herself up enough to get out without anyone noticing. Outside the cubicle Mantis was relieved to have found the right room. It had taken a few random doors but this definitely seemed like the place. But it seemed someone had beaten her too it. Standing patiently in line she pressed her legs together, having not used the bathroom before getting on the Quin Jet many hours ago she was starting to get desperate. While she may have peed in flight many times, she couldn’t bare the thought of doing anything more than that in such close proximity to her friends. Even just thinking about it made her shake her head. There she stood, patiently waiting for what felt like an eternity, the person in the cubicle clearly taking their time. She ranked them somewhere between Quin and Drax, although that was still a fairly big time gap. Her need had only grown in the time she had been waiting, yet she dare not try the door handle again. But feeling a pulse from her bladder that also demanded attention, she began to squirm where she stood. Her dark green suit rubbing noisily against itself, the anxiety of having to ask worsening her movements. But a few minutes later she didn’t have much of a choice, this was getting bad and she didn’t even know if there was anyone in there. Knocking the door she waited for a response, “Hello, is anyone in there?” she whispered into the door. “I…I’ll be out in a second” A voice answered, causing a smile to form on Mantis’s face. She was in the right place. Behind her the door opened, the blue skinned and metallic armed Nebula walking in behind her. “Hello” Mantis said, smiling sweetly. “Yeah whatever” Nebula answered dismissively, swigging from the bottle still in her hand. Infront of them the door to the bathroom slowly opened, revealing a slightly dishevelled Captain Marvel. Her usually flowing golden locks sticking to her clammy looking pale face as she all but rushed from the room. Going to push the door it opened outwards as she almost fell into none other than Pepper Potts. “Oh sorry Carol….. Are you ok?” the poised woman asked. “Yeah im fine” Carol lied, rushing off back into the party and hoping to hide her shame. Walking into the room Pepper almost lost it, her bladder had been demanding her attention for some time now. But as joint host and with Tony off somewhere doing something, she had been forced to do most of the meet and greeting. Pepper had meant to get to the restroom well before this point, but despite starting to walk here over an hour ago she seemed to be diverted to a new person every couple of steps. Right now she was in serious danger of losing control in the middle of the bathroom with the two … people, watching. Mantis had to force herself not to rush past Carol and into the cubicle, but now she had left she sighed and started to walk towards it. Only for her to be beaten to it by Mrs Potts. “Im sorry to do this to you, but this is my house and I really have to go” she said bluntly. “I’ll be quick, I promise.” She said closing the door in front of the now worried looking Mantis. Behind her Nebula was also feeling the impacts of not going on the Quin jet combined with the large quantity of alcohol she had consumed in the time she had been here. While much of her biology had been torn away and replaced, she cursed the fact her bladder had not been. She felt it quiver inside her, it was pathetic and it made her pathetic. Her biology was failing her as it always did, the sense of uselessness or the inevitability of it stoking her anger. Pepper kept to her word and soon the latch to the door clicked and she walked out looking much calmer than before. “Sorry about that” she said with a smile, quickly leaving the room to get back to the party before her absence was noticed. “Im going in next” Nebula said loudly, pushing Mantis out of the way. “But….” Mantis tried, but a scowl stopped her. “Or if you prefer I can pull those things off your head and feed them to Groot” Nebula said, leaning over Mantis and bearing her teeth, the anger at her own failings boiling over. Looking at the cowering woman she saw Mantis shudder and looking down it was clear her outburst had frightened the young alien. A rapidly forming puddle was spreading around the feet of Mantis as she stood their still cowering from Nebula. “Weak” she muttered before walking into the cubicle and closing the door before she followed the example of Mantis and made another mess on the floor. As that door closed the other opened as Hope now found herself watching an alien of some sort peeing itself in the bathroom. Something that did nothing for her own need. Still peeing Mantis could also feel her bowels loosening, the final intimidating jolt causing them to expel her load. Whimpering quietly to herself she felt the back of her green suit become heavy as she continued to pee. The only saving grace was the waterproof metallic green suit wouldn’t show too much evidence, although she was sure Nebula would bring it up at her expense at some time or another. Looking down at the mess she had made a tear ran down her face, but somehow she had gotten herself under control. “I…uh, Im sorry. Is someone in there?” Hope asked, not quite sure how to respond to the situation. “Its ok, its not your fault” Mantis said sniffing, the final drops falling into the small puddle she was stood in. “Oh no…” came a comment from someone behind them both, turning it revealed Daisy Johnson, otherwise known as Quake with one hand between her legs. “I didn’t think there would be a Que” she smiled, lifting one leg off the floor and bending it exaggeratedly, her long brown hair falling In front of her face. “Yeah sorry” Hope said, her own situation not much better. But this wasn’t the first time she had gone out in this suit and knew from experience it could take a while to take off. But feeling another grumble from her stomach she knew she couldn’t be kind to the stranger, even if she wanted too. There were too many people for Mantis, she was starting to feel overwhelmed and despite still needing to pee slightly she rushed out of the room. But as she rushed through the door she slammed into Gamora who herself had been heading in. Slamming into the muscular green skinned woman, Mantis fell backwards, landing with an awkward squishing noise as she felt the mess spread further around her clothes. “Sorry Mantis, are you ok” Gamora apologised, reaching out a hand “Yes, sorry” the pale alien said, taking her friends hand and then continuing on her rush as if nothing had happened. As Gamora walked into the room still a little confused by Mantis, she was met with the site of 2 people still waiting for the toilet, the girl in front of her clearly in some distress. “Oh god I hope they hurry up” daisy said aloud, her black suit rustling as she pee danced on the spot. “Are you ok?” Hope asked, the stall to the bathroom door opening as Nebula finally finished using it. “Nope, I got to friggin pee. I bet this guy like 10 bucks I could down a beer faster than him…I won, 3 to 2, no big deal, except now I really have to pee. So if you are not going in there, or even if you are is there any chance I get in their first?” “Oh, im sorry I need to go too.” Hope blushed. “But ill be supper quick” “Cool, is that like your thing, your power?” Daisy asked, now bobbing on the spot. “What no, look do you want me to go in or not?” “yep sorry your right” she said, the frequency of her bounces increasing. “Humans” Gamora scoffed, finding the open display of desperation amusing. “Sister” Nebula acknowledged her sister as she made her way out of the door, not even turning to look at her. Inside the cubicle and now out of site Hope began her own pee dance as she began to take off parts of the suit. Why couldn’t it have all just been one piece, it would have made it so much simpler. “Oh no,” Daisy paused for a moment as her bladder cramped inside her. The sudden pressure forcing her to remain still. There was nothing worse than alcohol desperation, It came on so strong and suddenly. Well, maybe stakeout desperation was worse, the slow build up with nothing but a bottle to pee in. The long drawn out discomfort that you knew you would have to deal with for hours upon hours of… “No, no, no, no” she said rapidly. “Oh shit!” A loud hissing noise filled the room as a burst of pee raced down her legs, rapidly expanding on the floor as Daisy wet herself. Staggering slightly streams of pee streaked down her black suit and splattered noisily on the white tiles. A faintly yellow puddle now spreading across them, the liquid rushing through the gaps between each tile. “Humans” Gamora laughed again, walking forwards to the cubicle since it seemed the young woman in front of her now longer had use of it. “Oh, think its funny do you” Daisy said, pee still streaming down her legs. A strange look on her face as she moved her hands in a circle before pointing them at Gamora “What are you….?” Gamora’s sentence was stopped as she felt a strange wave flow through her body. The ultrasonic blast that seemed to originate from the peeing woman causing her to clutch at herself. Within moments she felt her bowls loosen as the frequency of the wave apparently overcame her control and forced her to soil her suit. Grunting loudly she tried to wrestle back control, but it was no use. “How…How dare you” she grunted, the solid mass still working its way out of her. Her face flinching as her muscles gave way. “Not so funny now is it!” Daisy said, a smile on her face. “Im going to kill you!” Gamora roared loudly, still rooted to the spot and unable to control herself. “we’ll this has been real, but I’ve got somewhere to be” and with that Daisy ran out of the room, hoping to escape the large green woman still soiling herself. Running she winced at the wetness she felt from the pee collected in her shoes. Each step making a quiet squelching noise as she rushed through the house full of expensive looking things and powerful people she probably shouldn’t humiliate herself or Shield by letting them see she had peed herself. Unknown to both of them it appeared the ultrasonic blast had also had unintended consequences for someone else. Still wrestling with her suit the wave had penetrated through the door of the cubicle. Unaware of what was happening outside Hope doubled over as she too felt her stomach cramp. “No, no!” she shouted, grabbing at the crotch of her suit that she was still in the process of taking off. But it was no use, the sonic blast from Daisy caused her to create an unfortunate mess in her highly advanced super suit. She winced as the prim and proper woman began messing herself for the first time as an adult. However, that wasn’t the only problem, a spark suddenly came from the centre of her suit. Wincing from her discomfort Hope suddenly found herself shifting sizes as something went wrong with the electronics of her suit. Suddenly twice her size her giant hand smashed down on the toilet before she was suddenly just a few millimetres tall. Slapping the regulator she found she was unable to shift and quickly opening the device she could see that the ultrasonic blast had somehow disrupted and fried the sizing coils. “Fuck!” she swore loudly, although because of her size it was almost inaudible. Looking around she jumped through a gap near the hinge of the door, escaping through the open door as a wet Daisy made her escape too. What was she going to do? Would Scott be able to help, how would she even get his attention, and how would she explain the mess she had made in the suit. Buzzing through the crowd on her miniature wings she flew over Natasha who was heading for the ladies’ room. Natasha was swearing in her head as she made her way to the bathroom, something inside her just wasn’t sitting right. Ever since she had eaten that whatever it was Thor had brought, she had felt her stomach churning. Now combined with half a dozen tankards of Ale she was feeling queasy, bloated and desperate for a pee. She had sat there far too long, but when Thor is telling some amazing story from his younger days its just so hard to interrupt and leave. The other issue is, they tend to be long and half the time turn into a totally different story that is somehow even longer. Pressing her shapely and toned thighs together she pushed open the door. Walking in her foot made a quiet splashing noise as it made contact with a large puddle of urine. “What the” she said, shaking her foot. “Oh hi” she said slightly shocked at the sight of Gamora, an uneasy look on her face. It was hard to tell if she was blushing given her green skin, but if definitely seemed like it. “is there someone in there?” Natasha asked, forcing herself to stand still despite the urge to start pee dancing. “Uh yeah, there is some metallic woman in there” Gamora said as she stiffly walked out with a strange walking gate. Metallic woman? Natasha thought to herself, that didn’t really narrow it down too much. Walking over she banged on the door with a closed fist “Hello?” but got no answer. Now alone in the room she allowed herself to cross her legs as the pulses and pang’s from her bladder continued to get worse and worse.  However, after what felt like only seconds, she heard the door behind her open and her legs swiftly uncrossed. “There you are Natasha, we were wondering where you had gotten too” Turning around Natasha could see Maria hill and Peggy Carter walking in. It seemed they had come together to the bathroom, something she could never do herself. Despite becoming more open over the last few years in large part thanks to Banner and Clint, she couldn’t help but still think of displaying a need to pee as a display of weakness. One she wouldn’t and didn’t want to share with anyone else. A moment later it seemed another unlikely pair was joining them as the two Asgardians Sif and Valkyrie joined the Que. “Are you guys all waiting?” Valkyrie asked, “Um yeah…” “Well I hope you are all fast pissers because I really have to go” Valkyrie added, laughing at the predicament the 5 women found themselves in, unknowing that there was no one in the stall. Great now there were four of them, Natasha thought as she tapped her foot on the floor, her desperation increasing but refusing to hold herself. “So is there only one bathroom for us in the whole house?” Maria asked, annoyed by the situation. She and Peggy had been drinking the night away and while neither was drunk, they had drunk their fair share of liquid. With Maria especially using it earlier as an escape from Peggy’s and Nat’s boyfriend questions. It was fun when they had done it to Steve, but now it was her turn she didn’t enjoy the tables being turned. She was sure she would find someone, but she wasn’t exactly free to date right now. “Yeah, this is the guest bathroom. I think everyone else at the party is using the one downstairs” Natasha replied, having asked Pepper about it just minutes before. For ten minutes the five women waited in various stages of desperation, or at least showing different levels of need. Valkyrie clearly didn’t care and was now openly holding herself while she chatted with a stiffly standing Sif. Her carefree nature clearly making Valkyrie not worry about causing a scene, but then again, they all knew why they were in here. Sif for her part was doing her best to talk to Valkyrie but she was starting to worry. Her slim left leg bent slightly as she bounced lightly on her right foot. Having spent much of the night drinking with Thor and the others Sif could feel her bladder pressing uncomfortably against her tight corset. The intense pressure of it only elevating her desperation and driving her mad. Occasionally she would bite her lip and nervously glance at the occupied stall, wishing for it to open soon and let the line move. In front of her Peggy Carter was in a similar state, her formal and professional demeanour somehow remaining despite an overwhelming need to pee. Under her long green dress her knees were knocking together as she fought the waves of desperation coming from her bladder. But she was secretly used to this feeling, often staying late in the office and delaying her bathroom visits as late as possible to get the work done. Although she was sure by this point she would ordinarily have gone, and the alcohol wasn’t helping her control either. Beside her Maria was stood slightly hunched, a hand firmly resting on her upper thigh. She too had experience of this sort of thing, with extensive military training often leaving her in a position where she had no choice but to hold it. Something she had in common with Natasha, although she could tell her read headed friend was struggling with something. Natasha’s face was starting to sweat, glistening in the bright lights of the bathroom. The last 10 minutes had seen her discomfort go through the roof as both her stomach and bladder battled it out to see which would cause her more pain. Whatever Thor had given her was clearly disagreeing with her, a not so faint nauseous feeling coming from the pit of her stomach.  Her tight black body suit making her hot all over as the Margling started to take full effect.  With small steps she walked over to the bathroom door again, hammering on it as hard as she dared, too much exertion was going to spell disaster for her. “How long are you going to be, there is a Que out here.” She shouted angrily, her husky voice cracking slightly. “Hello?” she waited a few more seconds for a response. Turning around she could see the concerned faces of Sif and Peggy looking back at her while Valkyrie seemed to be fairly calm despite her hand between her legs. “You know what, im coming in unless you say something”. Looking back the others shrugged, clearly no other ideas. Trying the door handle it was clearly locked, which left her no choice. Taking a step back she raised her right foot and firmly kicked the door which swung open. Inside it was empty, but to their horror it seemed something or someone had broken the toilet. The pipe into and out of the toilet was broken, with much of the bowl also cracked but still usable if the pipes and mechanism were repaired. “Oh for heavens sake” Peggy said in disbelief. “There has to be another toilet” Sif stammered, her bladder contracting heavily with the new realisation of the toilet being out of order.. “There is but the line looked massive when I went past about 20 minutes ago.” Carter replied, her composure breaking for a moment as she visible shook from desperation and a hand flew to her crotch. Closing her eyes she allowed herself to cross her legs. “So whats the plan” she asked calmly. “I….does anyone know how to fix this?” Valkyrie asked, but only got a series of shakes of the head. “Maybe Tony does?” Maria asked? “How long will that take?” Sif asked nervously “I don’t know, but I don’t see we have any other choice. If we can find him it should only be like 10 minutes.” Peggy answered. “I don’t know about you lot but I cant wait that long” Valkyrie laughed. “Im going to go find somewhere else to pee” she said. “I’m coming with you, Sif said following her friend, trying not to let the level of desperation show as she almost scurried along behind her. “Natasha, whats your plan?” Maria asked, turning back to the black suited assassin. Natasha had been quiet through the whole ordeal, the discovery of the broken toilet and effort of kicking in the door too much for her. The muscles in her legs started to quiver as she felt her control fading. A burst of pee hissed from her crotch as Natasha’s trained body betrayed her. The war she was fighting internally was finally over, despite her immense control she had lost. Although outwardly she simply seemed to bend slightly, a quiet and soft grunt escaping her. The first burst of warm pee contained within her skin tight latex suit. It had been her bladder which had failed first, another jet of pee escaping her trembling muscles. But now it was her stomach’s turn as similar to Carol earlier she too felt a wet mess escape her rear. Natasha grunted again as the volume of pee overwhelmed the suit and rivulets of it began escaping out of the bottom of her legs. Standing there she continued to fight for control, but it only seemed to force it out quicker. Thankfully her jet-black suit would hide the accident, but she couldn’t hide the shame she felt. Both sets of cheeks burning as she closed her eyes. Her pee still shooting down her left leg, an audible hiss filling the room as the tightly woven material of the suit only amplified the sound of her accident. A strange bulge starting to appear in the rear of her suit. “We need to find Stark” Carter said, with both her and Maria quickly leaving and hoping to last long enough to fix the toilet. Natasha hung her head, her body still emptying itself into the figure-hugging suit she was wearing. How could this have happened, she was a fearless assassin, and now she was wetting and messing herself like some incontinent baby. Sif and Valkyrie pushed their way through the party, leaving the main room the pair rounded the corner and emerged into a small courtyard. “Fuck it, this will do” Valkyrie said, starting to rummage around with her clothing. “What out here!” Sif asked, alarmed at the exposed nature of where she had been taken. Passers-by continued to walk past barely 50 meters away as her friend squatted in the small shrubbery, the large glass windows on the house also overlooking the position. She had thought that Valkyrie might have had another plan, maybe they were going to check out another toilet. But as if to answer her question a few moments later she watched as Valkyrie squatted and a loud forceful jet of piss shot out of her friend and onto the grass. “But I…But I…” Sif was torn between squatting like her friend, or trying to find an alternative. But after a few moments of standing still, her body decided for her. The crotch of her dark leggings glistened as she began to pee. Unable to stop it pee began to fall between her tightly clenched and toned thighs, glistening black material appearing all over her long legs as she began to wet herself. For more than a minutes both warrior women peed, the sheer volume of ale taking their toll on the two beauties. One now air drying after unashamedly baring her rear to squat freely, the other in sodden garments after being unable to make the same decision. Sif might have kept her modesty, but perhaps not her dignity. Her tall leather boots now overflowing with her own piss as she stood there, unable to believe what had just happened. “C'mon, c'mon, c'mon” a bouncing Maria hill begged as Tony finished up fixing the toilet a few minutes later. “You know, this isn’t quite how I planned spending my 50th birthday” He said, genuine annoyance in his voice as he knelt on his bathroom floor. “Yeah well that makes two of us” Peggy shot back, herself now lent to one side and a desperate look on her face. A clear red mark on her front tooth from where she had been biting at her lip in nervousness. “Now stop complaining and help” “Charming, but there we go ladies you should be good to…go. Can I go back to my party now?” He said, sliding the tool box into the corner and putting his suit jacket back on. “Oh thank you, you’re a life saver” Carter said “You know, that is kind of our day job too” he said sarcastically before leaving the two desperate women in the bathroom. Seizing on the opportunity Maria darted into the open stall, closing the door which had also been fixed. “No, Maria!” Carter shouted. “I’ll be quick” Maria shot back as she started to take her uniform off. “I am you superior officer, I order you to let me pee!” Carter shouted half seriously, banging on the toilet door. But it was no use, Maria was currently letting out her much-needed pee into the toilet. Sighing in relief she relished the feeling, her pee hitting the water in the toilet noisily beneath her. Carter now on her own was pacing the bathroom in small circles muttering to herself. She was beyond desperate and was just seconds away from wetting herself, but she couldn’t let that happen. She was a senior Shield Agent, not some Lilly liver'd school girl. But even as she heard the click of the lock turning in the bathroom stall she felt a powerful pulse race through her bladder, a sudden warm wetness spreading through her underwear. “Ohhhh” she said softly as her bladder started to empty itself, dark streaks appearing on her dull green dress as pee burst out of her. Her black heeled shoes instantly overfilled with pee as it raced down her stocking clad legs. “I hate you, you know that” she said looking up at Maria walking out of the cubicle, a shocked look on her face as she watched the intrepid Peggy Carter wet herself. “You tell anyone about this, your dead.” She said jokingly. Carol Marcus had been half way down the drive when she felt her stomach shift again, the uncomfortable urge and spasms making her grimace. “No, not again” she whimpered, a hand going to her rear as she turned around and started to power walk back towards the party. Barging through the toilet door several minutes later she ignored the large puddle of urine that a number of her friends had left, slamming the stall door closed she felt her bowels threatening to release again. But this time as she reached for the zipper it came down easy and she had made it. Sitting on the toilet she allowed her body to relax as her stomach continued to gurgle. She didn’t hear the door open again, but she could hear the voices on the others side of the cubicle wall. “Oh my god Jane, Im about to wet myself. Why did you make me wait so long?” Wanda asked, clearly slightly inebriated. “Me, I said we should go like 30 minutes ago.” “Yeah we’ll im going first” Wanda responded, clumsily walking into the closed and locked cubicle. Carol could see someone turning the handle, but she was in no position to hurry as her tired body continued to force whatever Thor had fed her plate after plate of, out of itself. “I think someone is in there” Jane said, pressing her legs together under the long blue dress she had grown accustom to wearing since being with Thor. Wanda was doing her best to control herself, but the pressure inside her abdomen was unrelenting. The leather corset may have made her feel sexier on any other day, but right now all she could feel was its squeezing effect on her bladder. The physical restraint pushing inwards against her bladder and more than doubling the pressure on her would be distended bladder. Between the two of them they had gone through two large champaign bottles, most of which was currently sitting inside her as she wiggled around the bathroom. Jane was more composed, her legs now tightly crossed she almost stared through the door, waiting to rush through it as soon as possible. She had grown accustom to drinking large quantities of Alcohol, but even so this was stretching her bladder and she felt unbearably full. “How long are you going to be!” Wanda said, banging on the door. “I’ll be out in a minute” Carol said back, her face blushing red as she sat on the toilet. “Jane I cant wait a minute” Wanda said, looking over at her sternly faced friend. “What do you mean?” Jane asked. “I mean, im starting to loose it now” Wanda said looking down her crotch, the black material showing no evidence of the leak she was looking for. Despite that she could feel a distinct warmth in her pants and soon another small leaked joined the previous one. Her muscles weakening and unable to hold back the flood any longer. “I….I cant” Wanda said as she quickly stooped and squatted, her trousers unable to be pulled out of the way because of her large red leather corset over the top. A loud and wet hiss filled the room again as a powerful and steady stream roared past Wanda’s tight trousers and onto the floor where it joined the other puddles still sitting there. The crotch of her tight trousers shinning brightly as the torrent of liquid sprayed through them. “Wanda…” Jane groaned, the sound of her friends relief splattering onto the tiles combined with the hiss just too much for her to bare. Her desperate bladder simply unable to hold it any longer a river of pee raced out of her and snaked its way down her bare legs. Pulling up the dress to avoid any damage she felt the warmth spread down her legs, glad she had left her uncomfortable shoes where the two of them had been sitting. Steams of piss rushed out of her and down both legs, running between her toes and continuing to spread out under her. Closing her eyes she felt her cheeks burn red, unable to control herself. This was humiliating, but the effects of the alcohol seemed to be dulling the true regret she would otherwise have. Opening them she felt herself run dry as her soaked underwear hung to her womanhood uncomfortably. Next to her Wanda was still peeing, her face similarly scarlet in colour, but after another 10 seconds she too finished.   "We should...." Jane said indicating to the door. "Yeah" Wanda agreed, the two women hurrying out of the bathroom and glad that their clothing showed little evidence of their accidents.  In the cubicle Carol was finally starting to feel better, and about 10 kilo’s lighter. The cramping from her stomach had stopped and her bladder was once again empty. “Ok, guys im almost done, I’ll be out in a second” Carol said, but got no response. “Guys?” Opening the door she stepped out, her foot landing into the massive puddle of piss which had been deposited onto the tiled floor by many of the Earths greatest Heroines. The end.  commissioned by me written by @Markj9494
Authors Note: Hey guys I want to let you know that these stories are not going to be continuous, but it will just maintain a new plot instead of continuing that first storyline. MCU Wetting/Messing Story Chapter One (Captain Marvel and Female Avengers): On a dark and stormy day in New York, Captain Marvel lay fast asleep in her bed and she looked so peaceful laying there, but not for long. It was 6:00 Carol’s usual time to get up, but when she got up she felt very hot and that’s when she found out that she wet the bed. Carol got out of bed and stood there naked (one of her kinks) observing her mess. She couldn’t believe it that she pissed the bed she hasn’t done that since the age 13, she stripped the bed down and took the wet doona and sheets off to put it the washing machine. She was lucky that the other Avengers only wake up at 7, but still she had to maintain a stealthy plan. She walked as slightly as she could and she was going so well and then archived her goal without waking everybody up. She placed it in and silently tiptoed back to her room to be naughty. Now safe and sound back in her room she pulled out something that was stashed away and it was a packet of adult sized diapers. She put it on and went to the kitchen we’re she forced herself to drink non stop refills of water and after doing that she was absolutely desperate to pee. She raced to the nearest bathroom, which was the one just next door to the kitchen and locked the door. Inside she turned on the lights and watched as she pisses herself in her diaper.  With a hour to spare she couldn’t wait to be naughty, anyway Danvers wanted to see if Wanda Maximoff (Scarlet Witch) was into wetting herself as the other day because of her had an accident on an mission and wanted to see if she loves it or hates it. So she locked all the bathrooms in this area thinking she will trick her into wetting herself and made all other bathrooms near Hulk’s lab men only and most of the female Avengers won’t be resorting to the men’s as most desperate females would. ——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— The time now was 7 o’clock and Danver got dressed in her usual cardigan, which consisted of a white v-neck T-shirt, light blue jeans and a beige jacket. Scarlet Witch was the first one to come out, then Black Widow, then Shuri, then Gamora and then she couldn’t keep count and the plan malfunctioned because they all had to pee. By accident Carol created this long line of her female companions, but it was so cute to see Shuri looking like she was going to explode. But there one thing wrong with this and that was to lie and make them believe that someone was inside there. “Open this fucking door!” Said Wanda with tears rolling down her eyes she knew that she wasn’t going to hold it in for much longer and then Danvers went to do her job. There was a little secret opening on the side of the bathroom and she was in, “Hi Wanda, I’m sorry to tell you this but you need to hold on longer.” Said Carol and Wanda replied hesitantly, which made her voice seem shaky “CCCarol II don’t thiiink I’ll make it, I can’t hoold it inin ffor muuuch longgger.” Before Carol could speak, Wanda erupted her pyjamas pants suddenly become saturated and she felt so embarrassed by this that she raced to her room crying. Most of the other desperate girls tried to stop the urge to go because one of them failed, but it was inevitable that it would happen and it did Black Widow lost all control and peed in herself in her red satin pyjamas, Shuri looked like the next one to lose control because she’s looking like the most desperate out of them all. She was biting her lip and had her hand wedged between thighs, she was the most desperate because she would purposely wet the bed everyday, but she didn’t today because she chose not to.  But now she is trying not to show that she wants to wet herself and she usually loves to wet herself in a bathroom to isolate herself from everyone else, but she didn’t think she will today.  “I am the most deadliest woman in the whole galaxy and I am asking you kindly to hurry the fuck up, please.” Gamers spoke those words as she begged for a chance to use the bathroom and nobody thought that they were going to make it. Wasp had enough and ran straight for her room to put on a diaper and released in there instead. The queue dramatically died done with many people leave and finding alternatives to go in, but the queue only consisted with Shuri, Wanda, Valkyrie and Gamora now. Valkyrie was so drunk that she wasn’t even paying attention to how her bladder is filling up and upon that she was the next victim. Wearing nothing but a bra and panties and only just realised then that’s she was wetting herself. As Valkyrie left them, Gamora and Shiri would not stop. Shari must’ve banged that door a thousand times, she totally desperate to pee and it looked like  she was more desperate than the most deadliest woman in the whole galaxy. In a matter of seconds she was leaking spraying squirts of pee into her blue satin pyjamas, the young princess of Wakanda panicked, every time she tried to stop thinking about it her urge grew. Gamora felt her squirts escape her and was devastated by this, she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold this in even if she had all the time in the world.  The door flung open Carol was shocked to see so many people left and ran out of the bathroom. It was the perfect time for the two desperate girls to do the job, they locked the door and fought for the toilet and Gamora got the toilet and Shuri had nothing. She quickly scattered around the bathroom for somewhere to go and in seconds Gamora started forcefully peeing into the toilet. Shuri got her idea, she was going to go in the sink, her dirty desire of holding it in through the night and wet herself in her pjys tomorrow morning in the bathroom changed. She quickly lifted herself up onto the table top and moved the tap to the back and released her desperate urge into it. It was so fucking warm, every drop of it she couldn’t help, but moan in joy at the sound of her sweet relief.  Two hours later... It was breakfast and while eating the girls went to where Danvers was sitting and asked her why she was so long in the toilet today and she smartly said to them “I was constipated.” The girls feel for the lie and sat back down and thus have left them with waking up with a distasteful start to the day. The End
Chapter Four: Black Widow: It was a dark and stormy night in New York, Natasha Romanoff was enjoying her sleep. All of a sudden she woke up from a terrible dream and being scared caused her to fear wet the bed. Natasha felt her stream going and she had a naughty plan. She decided to take off her pants and to empty her bladder fully on her sheets instead of letting it finish Zin her panties. She put her hand in under the bed to rip her wet panties off and while doing this, she peed on her hand. Romanoff’s accident was in full throttle and she enjoyed every single part of it. Her beautiful stream of hot piss was slowly being reduced to a tinkle, the fierce spy couldn’t help moaning to her so called ‘accident’ and she silently let out some.  Her stream was gone and her bed was absolutely wet, she continued to moan and then she put her fun to the side and went back thinking of what the dream was about. The story of her dream was about the main Avengers are captured, except Black Widow, who had to stop to use the bathroom and now she had to rescue her friends, but then she gets captured and then she gets tortured and the villain (whose face is not revealed) decides to embarrass her in front of her team causing her to wet and mess herself.  After the sour note, she went back to sleep, oh and I forgot to mention that she is lover of only sleeping with panties on and nothing else. It was morning 7:00 to be exact and she woke up. She got out of bed and walked up to her mirror and looked at her naked self and the proceed to get dressed after. She didn’t have to use the bathroom yet, but upon arriving to eat breakfast, there was an massive queue to the bathroom and she thought it was due to her male associates causing their female counterparts to humiliate themselves, but the girls love this.  While eating her meal, she wanted to purposely get desperate to pee and join in with the crowd there because of her love of omorashi and wanted to join in to have fun. She then went to overdose herself on juice to get her bladder working and she was ready to be naughty. Her bladder kicked in shortly and she was excited she ran to the queue and conveniently placed behind Captain Marvel (another omo lover and her best friend). “Hey Carol how are you?” Natasha calmly said and a reply sprung out “I’m good Nat, but I’ve been holding since 6:40 and Valkyrie hasn’t finished yet. I mean what’s taking her so long is it the excessive drinking or what?” Before Black Widow could respond, Wasp was in dire need to go, she repeatedly banged on the door saying “Valkyrie open this fucking door now! I’m really really desperate, please I don’t want to have an accident!” Hope Pym has no love for omorashi, she regarded wetting as a necessity not something to pleasure yourself with. She was the only person who disliked it as everyone else has major fetishes for it. Anyway Hope was starting to loose the battle as she leaked twice and scared of the horrific ending she was about to face. Just as she was preparing for her ‘end of the world’ situation, Valkyrie was finished and Wasp jumped in, she was overjoyed that she made it and that she didn’t public humiliate herself in front of her friends, which is a major fear of her’s. She was finished not so soon after and while Wasp’s predicament happened many people left the queue to go somewhere else and it was just Maria Hill, Captain Marvel and Black Widow left. Captain Marvel wanted Maria to pay for taking so long that she talked to Tony to lock the bathroom door on Maria and embarrass her for her rudeness she showed yesterday.  Danvers made the call sign to Stark and the door was completely shut, Hill still hand her hands on the door and knew that it was locked “NO. Fuck no please, I HAVE TO FUCKING PEE. I AM FUCKING DESPERATE OK. OPEN THIS DAMN DOOR!!!” She violently yelled as her body was aching for her relief, but she knew she wouldn’t make it. She turned to look at Danvers and realised what was going on, “You did this, didn’t you?” “Yes I did and it’s because you need to learn how to take less time in the bathroom and you are banned from using the toilets, you can only do the other necessities in a bathroom, but you are banned from using it and we will be watching.” Hill was to scared to take all in and completely forgot about her bladder and only realised then that she was already too late and felt her dark blue pants was already damp, she knew she wasn’t going to make it and then...... Hissssssssssss! She started wetting herself, her golden stream poured into her damp panties, she was completely mortified. She sunk to her feet as a large puddle formed on the ground, Captain Marvel and Black Widow struggled to keep in their urge to pee while they humiliated Maria Hill.  Danvers told Romanoff that she had a plan and she told her to take off her suit and to pee on Hill. The two of them stripped themselves of their suits and then gave Maria a golden shower and proceeded to until she was completely drenched in piss. The End
Just a short little sequel to this picture, still working on things just needed a break. She clutched the ransom note in her hand, a sneer emblazoned across her face. Grand Master Adelina captured and being held for ransom was bad enough… but the curs had thought to dress her up in a child’s diaper and humiliate her! Now they were extorting her for their own benefit and threatening to besmirch the reputation of a Grand Master. The sight of Adelina, chest exposed, still wearing parts of her ornate armor wearing nothing on her lower half except a bloated sagging well used diaper. A blush fell across her own cheeks, a humiliating reminder of all the accidents she’d suffered in combat. Grand Master Hestia had never been a fan of Adelina most of her fellow Grand Master would prefer to see her deposed but this was an affront to all women of the Empire! Crumpling the ransom note, a disgusted look on her face she made a call. “Yes, prepare my airship. Yes, nine thousand guilders, just in case. No, we’re not actually going to pay… I refuse to negotiate with ruffians.” The fortified airship slowly descended to the meeting point. Hestia drummed her fingers anxiously on the control panel. Her command chair felt… clammy and uncomfortable. A bout of turbulence had caused her to lose control of her bladder multiple times. Fortunately the protective pad she wore had saved her dignity of being discovered but sitting on the swollen pad for so long had wrung urine from it. She could feel her uniform trousers clinging wetly to her skin. After chewing out her navigator for voiding her bowels and ordering her off the bridge for her cowardice she dare not expose her own lapse in control. Landing was less than graceful, hitting a rock one of the landing skids slipped. The large ship lurched forward. A screech of scraping metal echoed through the ship as the Grand Master was nearly thrown from her command chair. She managed to catch herself in time but the sudden noise caused her bowels to shift. Her stomach lurched, she tensed and… ffffbllllrrrttch. A sudden sloppy evacuation into her pants. Eyes widened in fear she felt it immediately. Disgust shot through her as she fell back in her seat, sitting with a filthy squelch, her own shit pressing against her. Soft and malleable she could feel it spreading across her backside. The protective pad wasn’t designed for this kind of accident. With everyone preoccupied checking on the ship she quickly excused herself from the bridge trying to tug the tail of her coat in a futile attempt to hide her accident. With her soiled panties disposed of she readied herself for the ‘exchange’. She had no plans to hand over the guilders to bandit scum. Once they met she would demand to see Adelina. Her knights would simply overwhelm the small contingent they sent to the exchange and the gun batteries of her airship would take care of pesky reinforcements. A foolproof plan! She would surely receive a commendation to rub in Adelina’s face. The landing doors on the rear of the ship opened with a hiss and flanked by a detachment of knights Grand Master Hestia wearing her own resplendent armor. An imposing presence in her own right Hestia looked a ferocious sight with her stunning red hair and emerald eyes. Enemies of the empire often referred to her as the blazing firestorm with her tendency to raze enemy encampments and leave no survivors. Insisting on making the exchange personally despite her advisers imploring her not to Hestia approached the small group of bandits. She’s expected to see more of them, behind them she could see their camp. A scoff left her lips, Adelina’s forces had been routed by this lot of rapscallions? How pathetic. No sign of the captured grand master she pursed her lips. They’d better not try anything foolish. “You, where’s Grand Master Adelina?” she barked, wasting no time with formalities. “We’ve got your little Adelina safe and sound… well she needs a diaper change after that racket you made but that’s not a surprise. Can’t keep her pampers clean for longer than fifteen minutes even if she tried.” The uproarious laughter from his comrades stung her pride. A bright red blush of shame crossed her cheeks reminded of her own accidents on the flight here and landing. She shifted her legs, responding to their laughter with a reproachful look. “Silence, I won’t stand for your libelous words against a fellow Grand Master!” “Libelous? How many times did we have ta change her?” he said, pausing for a moment counting on his fingers. “When we captured her… when she saw that spider… when she was carrying firewood… when she was sleeping… more than once… when she got all uppity and we had to discipline her...” “Don’t forget when she shit herself when we made her spar with the recruits.” Another round of riotous laughter came from the small group of men. “You’d think she’d never held a blade before. The look on her face when she had ta fight was priceless. She barely lasted three minutes against a kid before she was crapping her pants like a toddler begging not to fight anymore... but fine… we’ll get her. We’re a merciful lot.” Hestia’s jaw tightened with each disrespectful word spoken. Each passing second she was tempted to give the order. With a snap of her fingers she could lay waste to their camp with the gun turrets on her airship. Fortunately at the last minute he acquiesced. He waved his hand and one of the men trudged off to retrieve their prize. A tense few minutes passed as Adenlina was retrieved. Hestia stood there, gaze unwavering. A gush of urine warmed the pad between her legs as she thought she was one of the men reaching for his blade but… it was just her mind playing tricks on her. A single rivulet of warmth traced its way down her thigh before Adelina came into view. Her wrists bound together with a crude lashing of rope, cheeks stained with tears she wore nothing other than a thread-worn shirt much too large for her lithe frame and… a childish diaper. The shirt hung open at the front doing little to hide her buxom chest and the diaper, swollen with urine and bloated with solid waste was already an ill fitting garment even before made heavy with fearful release. “I told ya she probably needed a change but like I said as long as your… ‘donation’ of guilders to our cause is sufficient we won’t let anyone else know about Adelina the incontinent.” Hestia simply scowled at him, turning to one of her knights she whispered in his ear and he nodded giving a terse “yes maam” before returning to the formation behind her. The whirring of mechanical actuation came from the ship as the turrets swiveled leveling their deadly sight at the encampment behind them. “You will release Grand Master Adelina to our custody now or we will level your fortifications immediately. You have less than a minute before we open fire.” she ordered, taking command of the situation. He didn’t seem perturbed by the development. Instead he shrugged, glancing back over his shoulder then once more to Hestia. “Are ya sure ya want to do that?” Hestia was slightly confused by his casual response. Unnerved even by the way he did not seem to be phased by the large bore cannons threatening to rain destruction on his legion. Another wet rush of piss soaked into her pad as her nerves began to play up. Why wasn’t he intimidated!? “We had a deal ya know...” “I am altering the deal, Adelina or your lives.” Having been at the mercy of the bandits since her capture and realizing the rescue party had no intention of paying the ransom Adelina let out a subdued whimper. Her legs quivered and from the leg guards of her diaper liquid started to run down her thighs. The Grand Master was wetting herself again. The sodden garment could absorb no more and uselessly allowed her bladders contents to spill down her toned thighs dampening the ground beneath her. He sighed and snapped his fingers immediately chaos engulfed them. A loud explosion… a second… a third! Adelina covered her ears, shutting her eyes tightly, grunting as she voided her bowels into her already full diaper. The reverberation of the explosions shook Hestia to her core. She could feel it in her sternum as stealthily placed explosives were neutralizing the threat from her airship. Her knights had sprung into action rushing forward at the sound of the blast but Hestia was frozen in fear The redhead paled not even realizing her potty training had abandoned her as her plan crumbled. Her pad was soaked in an instant and urine still flowed freely from her fear loosened bladder. A faint hiss could have been heard coming from her armor if it wasn’t for the sounds of conflict. As she stood, voiding herself, frozen on the impromptu battlefield Hestia dared not turn around to see how severe the damage to her airship had been. Her bowels fared no better and like a frightened little girl she panicked helplessly soiling her armor. Shit oozed into her panties, the second pair she had ruined today. A soft almost paste like consistency filled them to the brim, conforming to the shape of her buttocks and the metal plating of her armor. It was such a voluminous accident some had even began to leak down her thighs, smearing them a dirty brown. When she finally came to her senses she could see the glint of a blade scything towards her. One of her knights threw himself in front of her as she let out a surprised squeal, trembling hand going for her sword. More bandits were running towards them from the encampment and the small detachment of knights wouldn’t be able to hold them off for long. In the chaos Adelina had managed to slip away, tears running down her cheeks as she awkwardly ran in her dirty diaper. “G...go, k...kill them all.” Hestia ordered her knights as she scrambled after the raven-haired Grand Master. As she took off after her she could feel her accidentally released shit squishing against her. The disgusting sensation turned her stomach, she thought she might be sick. What really turned her blood to ice was the sight of her airship, the Eurystheus was in no condition to fly now. There was no chance of using it to escape it looked like the aft had been completely destroyed. They couldn’t even retreat inside and use it as a stronghold whilst they sent a distress call. With her gait made awkward by the load of shit weighing down her panties she chased after Adelina. She caught up to her behind a rocky outcropping, hiding them from the sight of the bandits. “Th...that was your plan?!” Adelina spat at the redhead. “You didn’t do any better!” “Cut my hands free!” “You can’t criticize me! It would have worked if...” Hestia flushed with embarrassment and pulled out her sword, cutting the woman’s wrists free. At least her own accident was somewhat hidden though the smell… and the wetness on her greaves would make it obvious to anyone with enough perception. “I should execute you for your cowardice and incompetence right here! If I...” Hestia froze mid-sentence, another explosion, louder than the others drowned out the sound of their petty squabble. The Grand Masters could only assume it was the Eurystheus falling to more bandit explosives. Clinging to each other in fear they both sniffled wishing to be anywhere but here. Oblivious to the puddle forming beneath their feet from their combined release of what dwindling liquid remained in their bladders. In their terrified stupor they hadn’t even realized another person had joined them. A small boy stared wide eyed at the two crying women as they held each other. One wearing a very soiled diaper, the other in resplendent armor. He seemed oblivious to the sounds of battle or the explosion coming from just the other side of the outcropping. “I just came to see the airship but wow an actual knight.” he began, a charming innocence about him. He wrinkled his nose at the smell coming from them both and with about as much tact as could be expected from a young boy made his displeasure with their accidents known. “Eww, you pooped your diaper and… it smells like you pooped in your armor too… your armor’s all wet...” The two women blushed brightly untangling themselves from each other’s grasp. Adelina desperately tried to cover the childish diaper with her hands. Hestia pinched her thighs together causing the mess to shift and squish again. Here they were, both Grand Masters, both had completely lost control of their bladder and bowels. Adelina’s diaper distended, stained and sodden, Hestia’s armor, glistening with wetness and soiled with feces. But he, a child remained unphased. Could he not hear the sounds of battle behind them or the deafening explosions? “It… it’s not what it looks like...” Hestia feebly protested. “Uhh…” He circled around Hestia and poked her armor right in the rear. There was a wet muddy squelch that came from her. She could feel her mess smushed against her backside, more if it oozing out down her thighs. “You definitely pooped your pants. You should probably be wearing diapers like her...” Hestia wiped her eyes, shaking her head. Her voice still trembled slightly. She’d just let this child point out she had utterly soiled herself any other person who would even attempt such a thigh would be summarily executed but… an idea struck her. “D… does your family live near here? If… if you take us there we’ll reward you… you and your family. Enough guilders to live comfortably for years.” she plead desperately. He paused, thinking about the offer. “Okay! Try not to have any more accidents though… it already smells bad.” With a blush both women followed after the boy, Hestia trying to instill a sense of urgency in the carefree child to get them to safety as quickly as possible. Edited July 2, 2020 by Linkx (see edit history)
had a message requesting a story about a female holding all day by choice only to wet herself washing dishes. So here it is: All day Candy Candy set herself a target: all day without a pee. She had far too much to do and going to the bathroom consumed way too much time and would stop her concentrating enough. Her first day back in her cosmetics shop after a long few months closed due the pandemic would be manic anyway. So much cleaning, organising and stock taking. She’d kept her assistant on government aid another week until things settled down more.  She woke, showered, and peed at 7:30 and vowed she wouldn’t go again until bedtime. She had a mug of tea with breakfast and headed to work. By 9am the shop was open and a steady trickle of customers came by. Mid morning a short break in customers allowed Candy to make herself a quick coffee. Thankfully she got to drink it all warm as customers came slowly but steadily.  In between there was so much cleaning, so much organising, fresh seasonal stock to order, and a huge pile of mail to work through. Working alone there was absolutely no time to use the bathroom at the back anyway. Too much potential for theft if nothing else.  For lunch she had brought in some sandwiches and water and in between work she somehow managed to consume both too.  It wasn’t until around mid afternoon that her bladder even signalled it might want emptied soon. Candy laughter at its indignation and carried on working, loving the distraction and the feeling of a filling bladder. Unconsciously her legs moved more, her thighs squirmed and her urethra thumped between her legs, her need increasing fast as the tea, coffee and water worked through her body.  By 4:30 she was very aware of her need and conscious to avoid customers seeing her unprofessional. Her tights and high heeled black strappy shoes, her short skirt and revealing top over her large breasts making holding between her legs impossible to do unnoticed. Candy sufficed by clenching tightly, pulling a leg up behind her at times, moving lightly from foot to foot and pressing her thighs together, sweating more with the effort.  Finally she was able to shut up shop and drive home, though the rush hour traffic had her bouncing in her seat and pressing hand against the seat. She just had to cook, clean up and get through the evening and then she could go. Oh how she longed to be able to go so badly!  Finally in her house she pee danced as she opened the fridge to find food. Lightly frying some fish she couldn’t stand still as she grabbed between her legs with one hand turning the fish with the other, moaning how bursting she was to go. She poured a glass of water as she sweated so much. For speed she microwaved some rice and sat at her breakfast bar tightly crossed legged and squirming as she ate her dinner and drank her water. Still determined to wait until bedtime she rocked on the chair and bounced with urgent need for release.  Her bloated bladder made her skirt elastic tight and her top was damp with sweat but still Candy was determined. She laughed as she felt her hard bladder but then had to courtesy and grab herself as laughing made her dribble a bit. She didn’t care what she looked like she was just loving the feeling of pressure, the constant tingling and the relentless thundering of her urethra against the damp crotch of her knickers. She felt sexy, naughty and hugely aroused! But God she was frantic to pee now!  Finally finished her meal she scraped the left overs into her food bin and collected the dishes into the sink. Absolutely determined to wash up before she used the bathroom she leaned on the counter and tensed every muscle in her body as she ran the hot water until it ran hot enough. She squeezed out some washing up liquid and picked up her sponge as another strong urge caused her to bend forwards and wedge a hand to her crotch.  ‘Gotta pee. Gotta pee. Gonna hold. Gonna wait.’ She muttered over and over.  With her high heeled shoes tapping on the tiled floor and her thighs circling and pressing against the counter in urgent need, Candy tried to carry on washing up, her body convulsing in desperation.  She washed the cutlery and her breakfast plates and put them on the rack, tears forming in her eyes with the intensity of holding. Her hair was wet with sweat, her legs frantically marching, her thighs rubbing, her urethra barely holding the huge amount inside her bladder now. She brushed the inside of her glass to clean it in the sink of warm water which tortured her more. Then she turned the tap on to rinse it out...but as water poured from the tap Candy felt her urethra give way between her legs and with an almighty huge gush...a full days worth of urine poured loudly and fiercely out through her pink spotty knickers making the crotch drenched and turning the single stream flow into a multi stream outpouring forming a huge puddle between her shoes.  Candy laughed at the thrilling feeling, loving touching and exploring her soaked knickers gusset and wet tights.  ‘Oh well. Tomorrow we try again!’  She didn’t feel like taking her clothes off right away so finished everything that needed done before bed in her soaked outfit before showering and putting a strapless nighty on for bed, not even bathing to pee again before she fell asleep.  Using the bathroom was just such an inconvenience. She just needed to master holding longer.
HI, my name is Alex. I'm just a normal guy like everyone else, or so I thought. Right up until my freshman year of college. I had grown up in a small town with one small school for each age group and was never very confident with the ladies, so moving off to college in the big city all on my own was a pretty big deal, and exposed me to the much larger world I had never been a part of growing up. I was smart, not quite athletic enough to make a college sports team if I had tried, and played an instrument in band. Maybe slightly above average looking? Some girls called me cute (though they still didn't seem to want to go out with me, always being taken by the school jocks instead, but I digress).  I met Angela, or Angie, in that first semester in Macroeconomics 101.  She was beautiful in a girl-next-door sort of way: brunette hair that was down to her shoulders and slightly wavy, 5'4", and a combination of fit but curvy that I adore, with a skinny waist, wide hips, and breasts I later discovered to be 36D. Best of all were her deep brown eyes and a smile that captivated my soul. She was my dream girl. So of course it took me weeks to get up the nerve to actually talk to her. Once I did, though, we found pretty quickly that the conversation flowed easily between us and in no time we were spending more and more time together. One afternoon after I walked with her back to her dorm after classes she was finally tired of my hesitations and she surprised me with a kiss. We had the boyfriend-girlfriend talk and just like that we were a couple. I was on cloud nine. After a couple of weeks the tentative kissing grew more passionate and our hands began to roam over each other's eager bodies during our make out sessions we would sneak when roommates weren't around.  Which is where we found ourselves one fall Friday evening in her dorm after classes, on her bed, making out fully clothed, minus her t-shirt. As we kissed and rolled around, our waists pressed together slowly dry humping each other, my hand slipped down her side and she giggled and flinched. "Careful, I'm ticklish!" she said. "Oh? What? This?" I responded, and reached for her sides again. She squealed and squirmed and laughed and tried to fight me off. We mock-wrestled as I continued to try to tickle her sides while she continued to laugh and try to push my arms away. It was all still arousing in a cute sort of way. A few moments later through her laughter she said, "Stop or I'll pee myself!" I laughed with her and kept going. "I'm serious!" she said. "A likely story," I replied, redoubling my efforts, "Just trying to get out of it." Her voice inflection, her body flush, her motions, all were turning me on.  She squealed again, "I'm... not joking... if you don't... stop... I'll... I'll.."  Suddenly she squealed again, different this time, and her legs squeezed together and she tried to push me away with her arms and knees. Sensing the change I sat backwards up onto my knees and she curled herself into a ball and rolled off of her bed to stand on the floor beside me with her hands pressed hard into her crotch, her knees hard together. She looked at me with a shocked face, a little red, but still most of a that cute smile, "I warned you!" "Are you ok?" I asked out of genuine concern. "I'm fine," she said, "but I told you if you didn't stop tickling me I'd pee my pants." "You mean?" I asked, eyes drifting down to her hand covered crotch. She pulled her hands away and rounded her back to stick her crotch forward so she could look down at it, while also providing me an amazing view of her jeans and the obvious dark, wet spot that ran the length of the crotch in kind of the shape of a cucumber, slightly wider towards the back and the start of her butt. Something inside me exploded, searing every nerve in my body. It was the most exciting, arousing thing I had maybe ever seen. She quickly stood back normal again, ruining my view, and said, "I'm sorry. This is so embarrassing. I'm too old for this." I jumped up and wrapped my arms tightly around her, "No, it's ok. I'm sorry. It's my fault. I should have stopped." She laughed a little and asked, "Believe me now?"  I laughed, too, and said, "Well, I do NOW." I kissed her and held her for a moment and then said, "It isn't so bad. I could barely see anything." It was a lie, of course; I could. In fact, I couldn't STOP seeing everying in my mind's eye. "Liar," she said, "I can feel it." I kissed her some more, my erection still pressing against her body, more aroused than ever. "It's ok," I mumbled into her neck. "How are you still turned on?" she asked, but not moving away or stopping me. "Ummmm..." I paused, smelling her shampoo on her hair, kissing gently near her ear. "I dunno, it was all kind of cute, kind of sexy, kind of... hot..." She giggled again. "You think it's cute, sex, hot that your eighteen year old college girlfriend just peed her pants?" I stopped and looked into her eyes, her big, beautiful, brown eyes. "I mean, yeah, kinda. I don't know why. But, yeah, it kind of turned me on..." My eyes drifted away from her gaze out of shame. She laughed, "Aww, it's ok, sweetie," and kissed me on the nose, "We're all into something, right? It could be worse. Besides, you were bound to find out sooner or later." I smiled and looked back at her, "Bound to find out what?" She blushed again and said, "Well, I'm a little... accident prone..." Now it was her turn to avert her eyes out of embarrassment. My heart skipped a beat. Does she mean? Could it happen again? Could I get to see more? "You mean... ?" "I mean I sometimes pee myself. A little!" she clarified, "Usually, I mean. Sometimes not so little..." and laughed nervously. I pulled her close and kissed her hard, "That's so hot." In less than five minutes I had discovered I had a fetish I never knew existed. She returned the kiss and we were suddenly making out hard again, standing there in her room. My hands slid down her back to her butt and squeezed, then slowly around her hip. She didn't stop me. My right hand squeezed between our hard pressed bodies until my fingers felt warm moisture in the crotch of her jeans. She inhaled sharply but didn't break our kiss as I began rubbing her wet crotch. Her right hand moved down my side and to the front of my pants as well. She squeezed my throbbing erection over my jeans, then fumbled with the zipper, pushed it down, and reached inside my pants for the first time. Her cold hand wrapped around my shaft and the built up excitement inside me overwhelmed my senses. I shoved my face into the side of her neck and grunted as the first rope of cum exploded into my boxers. She squealed with surprise at the first pulse but managed to pull my cock free of the fly as the second ejaculation sprayed onto her hand and the front of her jeans. She continued to stroke me through my orgasm and whispered in my ear, "Yeah, baby, cum for me, that's it..." I could barely remain standing upright. When I was done I kissed her long and hard. We looked down are the mess I'd made on the front of her jeans and hand. I said, "Sorry about your jeans." She said, "Why? They were already going to need a wash!" We laughed. "I'll go clean up then we can head to the caf for dinner?" she asked. I nodded, putting myself back together. As she turned to step away she caught me eyeing the barely visible wet spot at the front of her crotch, below the streaks of cum stains. She smiled and said, "One last look before I change." She opened her legs and bend her crotch forward for me, then spun around and stuck out her butt and bent forward, before standing back up. "Get a good look?" I just smiled and nodded. She laughed, grabbed a new pair of panties and jeans from her dresser, then disappeared into the dorm's bathroom. I took a deep breath, exhaled, and flopped onto her bed on my back, staring at the ceiling. Who was I? What was this new discovery?  Maybe I wasn't so normal after all.
Battle of the Bladders “Last order ladies”, the bar tender announced to the two groups of women eyeing each other as they neared the end of their contest. “How are you doing over there kid” One of them asked across the bar, aimed a red head in the group opposite. “Im fine Angela, thanks for asking” she answered back. Despite the kid comment the woman had to be in her late twenties, although she was the youngest of them by about a decade. Both tables were covered in empty glasses, the contents consumed by the number of experienced middle-aged women who sat around them.  “Looks like another victory for St. Mary’s” The same woman gloated. “What are you on about Angela, no one has peed yet. The contest isn’t over.” Another retorted. “Come on Joe, its clear Valerie is the most desperate” Angela said, indicating the younger woman sipping on another pint.  “That’s not the point. You know its first to pee that loses and that could be anyone. Remember that time Charlotte lost despite acting confident.” “Yeah, but no one pee’s anymore. Our bladders have gotten too strong for these little contests.” Joe said, a hint of sadness detectable in the statement, clearly missing the good old days of their contests. But she was right, after more than a decade of these challenges at the bar, she couldn’t remember the last time one of them had lost it. “So what are you saying, you guys not want to compete anymore?” Joe seemed to think for a moment, a hand scratching her chin before a smile spread across her cheeks. “Or we do it properly, a final hold to determine if St Cuthbert’s or St. Mary’s nurses are the better holders once and for all.” Now it was Angela’s turn to smile. “So one last contest, winner takes all. I like it, but how were you thinking of doing it?” “Well, considering how much I know we all work, im sure we all have some holiday saved up right? so why done we all take a week off and…” “Pfff, a week, im not sure that’s long enough to break me” Angela said confidently, patting her iron bladder. “Fine two weeks!” Joe said loudly, clearly goaded in by the mere suggestion that Angela had the strongest bladder. “My family has a holiday home we can use” Another of Joes group brought up. “We can go there, it will be free and has plenty of room for us”. “Perfect.” The two women said in unison, wide smiles across their faces once again. Soon they would know which of their groups was the better at holding. Over the next week the groups got together and planned out the contest, every little detail being ironed out and agreed upon so no one could have any excuses. It was decided that each group would have a single champion, a bladder gladiator that would fight for their team and hospital. That way it was a straight fight, if they all competed there might be different conditions that could make each team feel like they had won. This was a fight for total supremacy, there was no room for grey areas. They needed a black and white winner and loser, and both groups were certain they would be the winner. Aside from the basic rules of the 1 on 1, other agreements had been made during a meeting the day before the contest was to begin. It was determined a 5 second pee break would be allowed twice a day. The two contestants would have to pee at mid-day and midnight, a short rest bite to allow their bodies to stop the build-up of toxins in their systems. While it had been the scene of a fierce debate among the ladies, this was the preferred method for the safety of the two women. It was noted that this process may make it harder for the women to hold, but it was quickly agreed that this would just be an extra challenge for the iron bladdered gladiators. A test of true control not just capacity. Arriving at the cabin the large group of women couldn’t help but be in a good mood, soon they would know which of them could truly consider themselves the bladder queens. “Alright ladies, unload the truck!” Joe shouted, a number of the women starting to unload the large cases of beer they had brought with them. A low percentage ale had been selected as the best option for a drink that they could safely consume large amounts of, while also increasing their need to pee. From the outside it may have seemed like overkill for regular bladdered folk, these were not regular bladders that would be competing. Standing in the main room a few minutes later the two groups gathered opposite each other, the tension and rivalry easy to feel as it combined with the excitement and pride they were all sure would be theirs when their hospital won. Alright then, should we officially get this underway? I think its safe to say we know who will be competing against each other” Angela said confidently. Her and Joe had been rivals since medical school, both becoming successful nurses and choosing rival hospitals. The pair would often square off against each other in all manner of contests, both in private and when representing their hospital in an official capacity. Even since the first bladder contest almost 11 years ago, the then young nurses had destroyed the opposition and come out on top. In the end Angela had won that challenge by a matter of minutes, with Joe wetting herself surrounded by their colleagues. However, since then Joe had won as many times as Angela herself had. Now with such large bladders neither was ever in real danger of losing it in their weekly contests at the bar, but it had just become somewhat of a tradition. “I wouldn’t be so sure” Joe said, another wicked smile on her and her groups face. “I do hope its not Valerie you are putting forward, I was rather hoping for an actual contest.” Angela said, the arrogance and mild disdain for the suggestion easy to hear in her voice. “No, but I think our champion has just arrived.” Walking through the door came a woman Angela hadn’t seen in many years. Ever since she became head of Urology at St Cuthberts, she had basically disappeared. The athletic looking woman pushed through the door, her long blonde hair pulled tightly into a short ponytail that barely seemed to budge as she walked confidently towards them. Her bright and blemish free skin giving the woman a youthful appearance, although the signs of an aging face were still there. “I think you know Sam” Joe said, the smile unable to get any bigger as she enjoyed the moment of hesitation on Angela’s face. “Its not matter, I can wipe the floor with anyone and everyone here, especially a has been holder like Sam” she spat out. “Nice to see you too Angie” Sam said, remembering the deep rivalry between them as if it had been yesterday. Before Angela and Joe had formed their rivalry, Angela had been singled out by Sam early on in her training. The pair had duelled at almost every opportunity, sparring in anything and everything with the two fierce women giving no quarter and taking no prisoners in their games. However, after Sam’s promotion the two of them had barely seen each other. Sam had even stopped coming to the bar to take part in the weekly bladder matches, but apparently Joe had brought her back for this final test. Still glaring at each other the two groups with their champions selected were finally ready to start. On one side the St Cuthbert nurses stood, Sam and Joe taking their places Infront of the others. Two other nurses Sandra and the junior Valerie behind them. St Mary’s on the opposite side was to be represented by Angela herself, supported by her friends and fellow nurses Vicky, Hannah, Tilly and Julie. “Ok, so we know the rules right?” Joe asked, walking into the centre of the room and between the groups. “Both contestants must drink the same amount, so anytime one of you grabs a drink, the other must have one too. Partial pees must take place at 12am and 12pm on the dot, once you starting peeing you have 5 seconds to release as much as you can. However, you must regain control of yourself quickly, any drops or extended peeing time will result in a penalty drink.” Joe said out loud, making sure neither of the women or groups had an excuse, they wouldn’t be able to pretend they didn’t know of a rules on her watch. She knew she was going to win and didn’t want anything spoiling it, especially some sort of technicality. “Yeah If you release more that you are allowed you have to drink more.” Vicky, another of Angela’s group interjected, clearly excited at the prospect of the contest. “Yes exactly. Now, the first pee will be a complete one. So you will both empty yourself at midnight tonight after drinking as much as you can. This should break the seal and make sure that even your iron bladders are tested. We only have two weeks to determine a winner, so the extra precaution is necessary.” Despite the audaciousness of that comment in other circumstances, the two groups nodded in agreement as they were all aware of the holding powers of the women here. For many of them, it would be the first time they got to witness their champions exhibiting any kind of desperation. Both Sam and Angela would often drink ungodly amounts at work, while seemingly unphased or simply not feeling a need to pee. The only real reason they and the others didn’t continue to hold after their contests at the bar was the possible consequences or slips of concentration at work. Despite the fierce competitiveness of the groups, all the women were professionals to the utmost level. “So its almost noon, do you two want to pee now so we can get this contest started?” Joe asked, keen to get things rolling. “Yeah sure” Angela said, her face lit up like a kid at Christmas. This was her time to shine, her time to show Joe, Sam and all the nurses from St. Cuthbert’s what she and her nurses were capable of. “Im ok, I don’t need to pee” Sam said calmly, cutting through the excitement. The other nurses starting to wonder if she was trying to undermine Angela already? “Well I suppose, there isn’t really any need too at this point since you will be peeing later?” Joe conceded, looking to the others to see what they thought. “Yeah I don’t need to either, I just thought it was a rule” Angela hastily added. “Well in that case, I guess we can call to order this contest if everyone is ready?” With a cheer the two champions were handed their first large beer and as the clock struck mid-day, they pulled off the tops and began to chug them back. Despite it being a test of longevity, it seemed both were in a competitive mood and were determined to show their abilities. In less than 10 seconds both women had finished the 500ml (17.oz) bottle. “Another” Angela shouted, the two contestants’ hands quickly filled by another cool bottle. Like some sort of western movie, the two women locked eyes to see who would move first. Quickly the lids were discarded, the neck of the second bottle put to their waiting lips and chugged back again. This time it was even quicker, 8 seconds! “Another!” Sam said, their rivalry clearly now at full force. Once again their hands were filled by a bottle handed to them by a member of their own team and again the bottles were quickly drained of their contents. “Again!” Angela retorted, neither woman wanting to be the first to give in, despite the contest being on for less than a minute so far. “Alright ladies, maybe we should pace ourselves a little. The real contest hasn’t even started yet” Joe tried to reason, not wanting to go through the beer supply too soon. “You’ve got this Angela, she’s only just getting started!” Valerie shouted. “Show them what St. Mary’s nurses are made from.” She continued, handing out another beer. Both groups of women immensely confident in their chances to win. There was just no way they could lose. This time it took a little longer for the women with locked eyes to finish the beers, but soon both bottles along with 2 more each soon sat in the empty box they had come out of. But finally with the crate completely empty, it seemed as if they had reached a point where both women felt they had proven themselves. Placing a hand on her distended stomach Angela could feel the weight of the beer mixed with the day and half of pee she already had inside her. She hadn’t meant to go so long without peeing, but she simply hadn’t felt the need yesterday. Two days without peeing was a rare occurrence for her, but she knew that her bladder could easily wait. Long double shifts at the hospital would sometimes wear her out to the point of falling asleep as soon as she got home. Waking up and heading into work the following day without relieving herself, comfortably drinking through the day and returning home before peeing. Sam on the other hand had made sure to pee the night before, working in a urology lab she knew the risks of holding onto her pee for too long or too often. Although, In her younger days she had trained herself to hold long and hard, going days at a time if not full work weeks without peeing. It had made her somewhat of a legend and was part of the reason the bladder challenges had started, with others trying to prove they were just as strong as she was. Either because they wanted the same attention she got, or wanted to take her down a peg. In her experience it was the attention seekers that had given her a run for her money more often than not. There was a very short list of people who had been able to do just that, with today’s opponent right at the top of it. In fact, many of those in the room had been her best competitors is those days, but being promoted gave her little in the way of time to partake in such events. Plus, she couldn’t be shown up by a lower level nurse, it would be bad for her image. The hours passed quickly with the women reading, watching tv or chatting in the main room. There was even some fraternising between the groups, although everyone still maintained that their hospital was superior. For the two champions the beer had gone through their systems quickly and they both felt their bladder starting to fill, a dull weight inside their abdomen. But even with a couple more bottles during the evening, neither felt a strong or even moderate need to pee. Soon 11pm rolled around and the anticipation grew, breaking the seal would surely speed up the process and they all knew it would mean the other challenger would start showing signs of desperation quickly. But beyond simply winning, the other women were also excited to see these two bladder behemoths go head to head, with stories of past contests going down as legend in their hospitals. Seeing the two fierce competitors forced to the edges of even their control was an enticing prospect, with everyone in the room wanting to see how far they could push them both. As midnight finally rolled around both Angela and Sam were sat in the main room. A fire burning brightly next to them, its flickering flames dancing along the large stone walls. “So, how do we do this?” Sam asked the room. “Do what?” “Pee, there is only one toilet right. So who goes first?” “Why, already desperate enough to need to go first?” Angela asked with a searing tone of mockery. “hahaha” Sam laughed deeply, her head falling back. “If you think I need to pee this soon and after drinking so little, im not sure you are ready for this contest. To even think this small, it shows how limited your bladder must be.” She shot back. Getting a glower of distain from Angela. “You can just pee on the floor in here if you want?” Valerie responded. “Its an old building and my parents never really come here anymore.” “Well that makes it easier, we can both go at the same time.” Sam said, happy that when she won there would be no excuses of Angela having to pee seconds later or earlier than her. The large clock on the wall began to chime, its ornate hands pointing upwards together. It was time for Sam’s and Angela’s first and final full pee. This would be the last time either of them voluntarily emptied themselves completely for the foreseeable future. “Well ladies, time to pee” Sandra said as all of the others gathering around to watch Sam and Angela pee. Slowey they unbuttoned and pulled their jeans down, revealing bare skin covered in goose-pimples from the cold room. Dropping into a squat as the clock chimed for the 12th time a pair of thick and heavy streams burst out from both women. A loud splattering noise filling the room as their piss hit the hardwood flooring, large frothing puddles starting to form and spread out from the two women. For almost 40 seconds the two women maintained their position as their thigh muscles started to burn from their squatting stance. Now as they both ran dry they stared at the single large puddle now covering much of the floor, draining between gaps in the wood. “Alright then, looks like the contest is on” Joe said smiling about more than just the start of the contest. She had seen Angela sigh while releasing! That could only mean her opponent was clearly enjoying the relief, while her champion Sam barely even seemed to register what she was doing. It had been somewhat embarrassing for Joe to admit someone could out hold her, but she was already glad she had taken the hard to swallow pill and gotten Sam to take part in her place. Walking over to the pile of beer crates Angela pulled a pair of bottles out. “Well I guess since we are empty now, may as well start filling ourselves back up. Wouldn’t be much of a contest if we didn’t drink right?” she said opening both bottles and holding out one.  “I couldn’t agree more” Sam nodded, walking over to the crates of drink. But instead of taking a bottle from Angela, she instead picked up a full crate. “What do you think, 6 bottles a good starting point?” “I……” Angela stammered for a second. “Whats that sorry? I think your tiny bladder might have been about to say no?” Megan chimed in from the side. She had always been a massive fan of Sam, her holding stories use to sound so amazing to her. Now, being able to see one first hand she couldn’t wait for her friend to put these smug St. Mary’s girls in their place. “Shut it Megan! I can hold plenty, I was more worried about Sam.” She said, cursing the slight pause in her answer. She couldn’t believe she had already shown weakness, but that wasn’t going to happen again. “But if the has-been is that confident, then I guess there is no reason to go easy on her. How about 12? A full crate each should make sure we feel something in a couple of days right?” Angela said, studying her opponent for any sign of weakness, any flinch, but she saw none. “Alright then, 12 each. Sounds like a good plan. Wouldn’t want to run out of time here without being able to be crowned the winner when you inevitably wet yourself.” “You talk big for someone who gave up holding a long time ago, I’ve been training this whole time and I will easily beat you.” Angela shouted back. “Well, may the best bladder win then” “Thank you, I plan on!” Angela said coldly, enjoying the look of disdain from the other nurses. Locking eyes once more the two women opened their first bottles and began to drink, the frothing amber liquid flowing down their throats and into their waiting bodies. Bodies and bladders that would for the most part remain closed for the foreseeable future. Now onto their second bottle the fires of competition only seemed to get brighter, with each sequential bottle they again looked for a moment of hesitation from the other. But even as they sucked down the 12th bottle of bubbling beer, neither had shown any. Their stalwart appearance surviving even as they felt their stomach’s bloating massively. The next morning the women woke in the unfamiliar surroundings of the cabin, taking a moment for their brains to remember where they were. During breakfast both challengers continued to mirror the drinks of each other, several glasses of orange juice and water being downed in the early hours of the day. By now their bladders were protruding slightly from their skin, bulges that would make most people desperate but seemed to have no impact on either of them. Their once flat stomachs starting to disappear beneath the layer of liquid pushing out of them. “I think im going to have another glass of water” Angela said confidently, placing the tall glass under the tap and filling it. Waiting as Sam walked up behind her, drinking the half a glass she still had and followed suit with another full glass. “If you think you can win this by making me drink lots you are wrong. My bladder is bigger and stronger than yours” She whispered into the close ear of Angela. “I don’t know what you are talking about Sam. This is just how much I normally drink, and I can assure you that I will win this. Especially if you think this is a lot to drink” she mimicked the earlier sentiment. Sam’s eyes narrowed with anger; Angela was no match for her. Yet she pretended to be the bladder queen, well no longer would she let that happen, she had let the other nurses confidence build for too long. “Normal amount you drink you say, then I guess its not much of a contest yet. Maybe we should drink more than that, since we are finding out who has the strongest bladder after all.” Angela had paused last night, it had been a sign of weakness, a sign she would not repeat. “I think that’s a great idea, wouldn’t want to keep it too easy.” She said, walking over to the tap and refilling her now empty glass. “That wasn’t quite what I had in mind, an extra glass is hardly much more than im sure we can handle.” Sam said, pausing to down her glass and following it up with another full one from the tap to keep up with Angela. “I made sure Joe got me some supplies, I think they should be under here” Sam said, reaching into the back of the extra-large fridge. A few moments later she handed Angela a massive 3 litre (106oz) box of cranberry juice, pulling a second out for herself. “I think this might meet our needs of a bit extra” Sam said smugly. “It’s a start” Angela said, happy at seeing the look on Sams face wiped away. Walking over to the kitchen table, the two women uncorked the boxes and began to drink them swiftly. By 11.55 both of the large boxes were empty, the 6 litres of heavily diuretic liquid now sitting inside the two women.  At this point the waist bands of their jeans had started to press heavily into their distended stomachs as they tried not to show any signs of discomfort. “So you guys ready for your first pee?” Vicky asked, holding a freshly cooked bacon sandwich in one hand. “I don’t need it” Angela said hastily, “But I guess If it’s the rules then im ok with it.” “Same, but I’ll be surprised if you even have the strength to stop once you start” Sam said. “I’ll show you strength. Even after you go, im sure I can last days longer than you.” “Well, we will see about that” Vicky said, clearly enjoying the intensity of the two women’s rivalry. A few minutes later the two of them were surrounded once again, the other nurses assembling to watch on the off chance this was where it would end. But just looking at both the competitors, it was clear neither was desperate yet and they were all sure they could survive this first round. “Ok, so I guess someone needs to count out loud, we will say 3…2…1….go and on go you pee.” “Seems simple enough” Sam said. “Then you will have 5 seconds to pee as much as you can, but make sure to regain control when we count down the seconds. Peeing for longer will result in a penalty drink remember.” Joe said calmly. “Ok guys, when the clock strikes 12, I will count you down if you want to get yourselves ready” Vicky stated, grabbing her phone to use as a stop watch. Angela quickly unbuttoned her jeans, dropping into a stooping squat. “In a rush are we?” came a snide remark from Valerie. But instead of retorting, Angela ignored it and centred herself for the pee that was about to happen. This was new to her, she had never had to cut off a pee mid-stream before. Her holding prowess meant she could hold on for as long as needed, she had never leaked in any of the contests since graduating. Her iron grip of her bladder was one of her proudest features, yet she now had to voluntarily loosen her muscles and let just a tiny amount of her pee out. A rustling of clothes to her left and seeing a pair of flesh coloured knees next to her made her aware Sam had now joined her. “Ok guys, get ready. Start peeing on 1, and stop on 5.” “10 seconds……..3…2…1…pee” On command a thick stream of pee shot out from Sam, thundering into the ground In front of her. However, to her left little more than a dribble left Angela as she failed to unlock her muscles for a second. Her face burning with embarrassment she did her best to calm her mind and finally the dribble turned into a solid stream. The pair of clear streams falling through the air in tandem for mere seconds. “3…4…5, Stop!” Clenching both women easily stopped the flow, their lack of desperation helping them with their control. However, even in this state they could both feel their muscles aching, a slight burning sensation in their groins as their bladder were cruelly forced shut before they emptied fully. “Have a bit of trouble there” Sam joked, pulling her jeans back up. “Not use to peeing when I don’t have too” Angela said, her face still slightly red. She had always considered her control immaculate, but she hadn’t considered this being part of what control meant. Surely shutting off the flow was an even greater measure of it, demonstrating that they had complete dominion over the bladders. She would have to do better and learn this skill in the future she told herself. “Angela, heads up” came a call from Sam who tossed her a bottle of beer. “We should probably replace what we just lost right?” she said far to cheerily for Angela’s liking. Smiling she grabbed the bottle, unscrewing the lid and downing it in one go. Smacking her lips she noisily sighed in satisfaction. “Thanks I needed that” Angela said, watching as Sam drank hers slightly slower. “So how is your bladder feeling?” she asked loudly “I don’t feel anything yet, bit weird forcing yourself to pee when you feel empty though.” Sam said confidently. Angela knew that was a lie, she must have been feeling something by now. Her own bladder was far from full, but she still felt the heaviness of all the drinks that were sitting inside it. “Yeah same, I think that’s why I couldn’t get started. My body didn’t need to pee so it didn’t want too.” “Yeah that must be it…” Sam said dismissively, the sentiment angering Angela who crossed her arms and walked back to her chair. She would show Sam, only one of them would be walking away a winner and that would be her. …. Despite the initial difficulty getting started, any idea that the women were already struggling was quickly put to bed as the same scene played itself out twice a day for six whole days.  Each day consisting of a lot of drinking with and between each meal. More than half of the beer crates were now empty and the recycling was filled with a dozen cartons of fruit juice. Their bladders had ballooned out massively because of it, yet both Sam and Angela remained calm and composed. The bulges in their abdomen the only truly obvious sign of the battle going on in their bodies, bodies which only felt the faintest of releases each day. “You guys ready for your next pee?” Valerie asked. Playing it cool both ladies dismissively shrugged, although neither could deny their need to pee now. With almost a full week separating them from their last full pee, the weight of liquid inside their bladders was truly monstrous. Sam now sat with her legs crossed in as relaxed a manor as possible, while Angela had hers pressed together and almost sitting side saddle on her chair. But now it was time for the next pee, meaning both of them had to stop what they were doing and walk back into the centre of the room. Falling into a squat Sam almost gasped, the separation of her muscles combined with the heaviness of her bladder making her muscles throb for a second. But thankfully no one seemed to have noticed. However, looking up she could see Angela walking carefully towards her. There was a faint look of unease on her opponent’s face, a look that meant Sam knew she was going to win this. “Having trouble there?” She chastised her opponent, widening her legs to show she was still in complete control. “No, I am fine thanks” Angela lied. Her bladder had started to throb inside her after their last pee at midnight yesterday. It was only light, but the constant pulses were something she hadn’t felt in many months. Despite their contests she couldn’t remember the last time she had pushed her body this far in terms of the amount she had drunk. Entering a squat she felt her muscles tremble for a moment before they regained their strength. “Ready, pee in 3…2…1.” Two heavy streams began splattering onto the now slightly warped wood. However, after only a moment one stream seemed to taper off, it was Sam. The blonde nurse began breathing heavily as she tried to relax her muscles, but they had locked up. Her typically strong jet of piss a weak spray before tapering off completely at just 4 seconds. Beside her Angela’s stream continued, before being cut off almost instantly as Julie counted to 5 seconds. A look of glee on her face, having witnessed Sam failing to control herself. “You’ve got this Angela. She couldn’t even pee” one of her friends shouted as the two of them “Having a bit of trouble there Sam?” “No, im fine thanks. Didn’t need to pee anyway.” She lied, feeling her face flush involuntarily and giving the game away. “Sure, I bet that’s why you have been sitting with your legs crossed isn’t it.” Angela has sensed weakness and she wasn’t about to give that up. “What no!” Sam shouted back, her face unable to get redder. “Well in that case, you should have no problem if we have another one of your juice cartons?” Angela was making a gamble, well actually it wasn’t a gamble for her. She was sure she was winning and by making her opponent drink a lot more, she was sure it would tip Sam over the edge. Angela would be crowned winner before she even started to struggle, this is what Joe got for bringing in an outsider. Walking over to the fridge she pulled out another of the large boxes. Sam’s face was almost burning, being called out like that was humiliating. But she would show that arrogant bitch who was the true bladder queen. Her muscles might have locked up but that was because they didn’t want to pee, every fibre of her body was designed and trained not to pee. The only reason she was having any trouble was because she was so good at not peeing. While little nursey over there gloated, Sam was going to make her pay for this humiliation. Her bladder was so much stronger than even Angela could comprehend, she would make her opponent suffer. The gloves were off and the drinking was about to go up a notch. But, thinking for a moment she remembered the saying, the bigger they are the harder they fall. That would be how she would get her, she would build up Angela so much and then crush her like a grape under a boot. Walking over to where the gloating Angela was stood waiting, she accepted the cranberry juice and grabbed another glass. Moving over to the table they began to down glass after glass of the drink. But about half way through Sam stopped, putting the glass down on the table for the first time and noticing the glint her opponent’s eyes. “Oooh, too much for your poor widdle bladder” Angela mocked. “What no, Im just bored of Cranberry juice. Fancy a coffee?” She said confidently, standing even as she felt a light spasm in her bladder. Its fullness making any movement hazardous, upsetting its status quo. “Oh wait, you don’t have a choice do you” she laughed, in spite of the moment of unease. “She can handle it!” Vicky shouted, having been intently watching the drink off. Walking over to the cupboards Sam rummaged through them until she found what she was looking for. A pair of large metallic cafetiere’s that she pulled out from the back of the shelf. Checking inside she was pleased to see they looked almost brand new, their metal shining brightly and the filter looking pristine. “These should do” she said happily. Turning on the tap she began the process of filling the large kettle with water, standing with her legs apart as the tap water noisily splashed around inside the container. Soon the water had boiled and the coffee had been made, the large 12 cup devices usually shared amongst a large group. But this time they each had their own, both sitting confidently as they waited for the coffee to reach a drinkable temperature. All the while staring at each other, still finishing off their cranberry juice. “This is just a show, I know you will break soon” Angela said as Sam took her first sip of coffee. “We will see…drink up” Sam said condescendingly. As they downed cup after cup of coffee they could both feel the warm mass of liquid now sitting inside their body. But what had started as a nice warming sensation had quickly turned uncomfortable, their bodies starting to cramp more aggressively due to the strongly caffeinated drink. Their hearts also starting to flutter and muscles spasms increased in frequency as they continued to drink. However, Sam had taken that into account and only put in a little regular but mostly decaffeinated to not cause them any health issues. Yet still, her body was reacting to the hot drinks. By midnight that day the warmth had long died off, but the urgency in their desperation had increased significantly. Their now heavily distended bladders filled with litres upon litres of pee that was begging to be released. The once occasional spasms now far more frequent as both ladies fought their bodies for control. Angela had been looking at the clock for the last 30 minutes, she needed this pee. She hated to admit it, but she was starting to get close to her comfortable capacity and soon she was going to have to start taking measures to ensure she could keep holding. It would be humiliating to do it, a sure sign of weakness. But if she could just bare down on her muscles hard enough this time, then she might be able to take the edge off and make it another day without having to take such humiliating measures. The longer she put between her and Sam’s inevitable loss, the stronger she would look and everyone would see how good her control was. Looking over she could see Sam sat down, her legs now crossed at the knees as her giant bladder made her unable to cross them at her thighs. She was breaking, Angela knew it! Finally the clock showed it was just 1 minute to go till their next pee, standing slowly Angela walked to the centre of the room. Breathing deeply she cleared her mind, trying to focus on what she was attempting to achieve. “You look like you are starting to struggle” Sam said, watching her opponent trying to calm herself in the centre of the room. “The only thing that is starting to struggle is the button on your jeans” she replied, keeping her composure and trying to almost meditate to get her muscles to obey her soon to be orders. “Yeah, well they might have a limit but I don’t.” Sam answered back, frustrated her comment hadn’t riled Angela up. Joining her in a squat at the centre of the room once again. “5...4…3…2…1…pee” came the command. It was almost second nature now, but again as Sam felt her stream start strongly it seemed to taper off as something inside her caused her to muscles to contract. Despite the overwhelming need to pee she was currently experiencing as the weak stream left her, she just couldn’t get her muscles to relax enough to let a hard stream out. They were just too well trained to hold. “Ughhh” she grunted as she accidentally exerted herself too much, bearing down on her muscles. A few laughs happening at her expense from the other nurses. Next to her the opposite was happening as Angela held her breath, pushing down on her bladder for all it was worth. What had started as a strong stream only increased in speed and volume as she contracted her abdominal muscles to squeeze her bladder. The solid jet of pee now shooting almost a foot, her muscles obeying the orders to push out as much as possible. “3…2…1…stop” Valerie announced, worried slightly by Sams poor show again.  A moderate puddle still sat under the blonde-haired woman, but it was nothing compared to Angela’s who seemed to have peed almost as much as a normal person would when emptying out completely. A pleased look on her face as she felt her bladder get slightly lighter. Although, as she stood the relief was far less than she had hoped she would achieve, but even a little bit was good enough. Noticing the small puddle under Sam, she was more sure than ever she would win. Waking up the next day Angela had to put a hand between her legs, the urge for a morning pee far stronger than it had been the day before. The last week of drinking was clearly taking its toll and taxing her muscles. Her constantly full and ever filling bladder no longer giving her any time to rest. The break in her desperation she had hoped the pee last night would have given her had already disappeared. The morning was filled with a hearty breakfast for all the nurses, large plates of eggs, sausages and bacon were washed down with lots of fruit juice for all of them. As the sun shone through the woodland next to the cabin, it was decided that they should go for a walk once they had eaten their fill. For the two full bladdered women this task was a little more difficult than they had imagined, now forced to move more than a few steps it constantly jostled the contents of their bodies. The vast quantity of liquid stored in them shifting with each uneasy step and their bulging abdomens forcing them to walk with an unnatural gate. However, neither woman complained and both kept up appearances of being in complete control. However for Angela this movement was really not helping her, she had been reasonably comfortable sitting in the house. Her bladder reaching an equilibrium as her muscles remained firmly in place and her bladder continued to stretch freely. But now as she was forced to tense her moving muscles, she could feel the beginnings of fatigue setting in. Sam on the other hand was feeling far more relaxed, the calming walk through nature helping her get out of her own head for a moment. The last two partial pees had gone badly for her, with many of the other nurses making jokes at her expense. It had been starting to get to her, but now outside she could let herself relax a little. The sounds of the birds and creaking trees calming her. “Guys its almost 12, should we head back?” Vicky asked, not wanting to disrupt the contest. “Yeah sure, we probably should” Angela replied, stopping and turning around. “Or…we could do it out here?” Valerie suggested. “What, out side, what if someone sees us” Sam asked nervously. “I mean the woods seems pretty quiet. Plus it would mean less clean up” Joe joined in. “Sure why not” Angela said, happy to see that Sam had been hesitant. Would that mean another weak pee from her? She must really be struggling by now. A few minutes later the group found a shaded area and both women pulled their Jeans down preparing to pee. The countdown started and on cue both ladies began to pee, the strong streams a sign that Sam had overcome whatever had been holding her back. Yesterday had been difficult for her, but she smiled as she felt a heavy stream spraying out of her and splattering into the mud. However, after a few seconds something started to worry both of them. Despite feeling themselves peeing and seeing it rush out of them, neither could feel any benefit. Their bladders now so bloated and full that even as they peed, it did nothing for their increasing desperation. “and…stop” Valerie counted down. “Oh god” Angela said quietly, trying to closer her muscles., A grunt escaping from Sam at the same moment as both women were forced to fight for control for the first time. It was close, they had probably both gone slightly over the time, but they had still stopped the flow. But the burning feeling between their legs had gotten so much worse as their tired muscles really starting to strain after a week of not being able to relax fully. Despite this and their ever-filling bladders, both women held and held. Time passing increasingly slowly for the two women as they felt their already bloated bodies expand even more. The partial pees had lost their impact, with neither woman feeling any relief from the 5 second pees any more. 48 Hours after their pee in the woods and now in their nineth day without being empty, they could feel their muscles weakening. The nerve endings in their taught skin and distended bladders now constantly demanding attention. The throbbing from inside their bodies becoming annoyingly consistent for the two women as they battled the increasing pressure that was building inside them. Stood in the kitchen Sam poured herself A large cup of coffee, hoping it would keep her alert. Plus, over the last couple of nights sleep had not come easily, finding herself tossing and turning quietly in her bed. The giant orb of liquid sticking out of her was making finding a comfortable position almost impossible. Filling another glass for Angela she carried it over to the other nurse, currently sitting in a chair reading. Her lips tightly pursed as she sat rigidly with her legs pressed tightly together. Sam was sure it was a sign of how desperate her opponent had come, but she knew she would deny it if she asked. “Here, I wanted a coffee so I brought you one as well. Unless that’s an issue?” “Why would there be an issue?” Angela said, slightly surprised by Sam’s sudden appearance “You’re looking a bit full.” Sam said, pointing at Angela’s bladder. Now stood next to each other it was possible for the others in the room to see the true extent of their bladders. While both women had drunk the same amount, it seemed their differences in stature had created vastly different bladder shapes. As the taller of the two, Angela’s bladder looked more like a large beer belly. The rotund shape bulging out of her lower stomach several inches, pressing over the hem of her underwear, their Jeans discarded some time ago as they failed to fit around their large bladders. Angela’s watermelon sized growth defying gravity as it hung there, her skin almost white as it was stretched as far as it could. Meanwhile Sam’s shorter physique seemed to have created more of an all over wide bulge, a horizontal tyre like mass pushing its way out of her stomach. Unlike Angela, it looked as if her entire torso was trying to push itself out of her skin. The massive bulge starting just below her large breasts and pushing out of her centre, before curving down and almost looking normal by the time it reached her crotch. But unlike Angela it had the added effect of stretching Sam sideways, her straight sides now also bulging outwards as the pressure inside her seemed to push in all directions at once. “You can talk, don’t pretend like you haven’t been tossing and turning all night. I’ve heard your bed.” Angela shot back. “So you have been up all night too then” Sam retorted, trying not to act surprised by Angela’s comment and deflecting it back at her. “Yeah well…the beds are not comfortable are they” “No, they’re a bit harder than im use too.” Sam conceded. ”Sure its not your bladder” Angela said, clearly accusing her of lying. “My bladder is fine, you’re the one im having to make drinks for.” “Im just taking it easy on you, I didn’t want to break you by making you drink too much. Although im sure you will disgrace yourself and your hospital soon.” “You think you’re so strong, but you don’t even know the meaning of an iron bladder!” Sam spat back, not being able to remember the last time someone had talked to her this way. Let alone someone with such a small bladder! “Oh yeah, I bet you I win this contest easily” “In your dreams, im going to win this without any sweat” “You sure about that, I can see the clamminess of your skin already.” It was true, Sam’s skin had gotten a little shiny, the exertion making her sweat just slightly. “Its from the heat of the kettle!” Sam angrily retorted. “You know what, you talk a big game but lets see how you feel after another crate of beers. In fact, why don’t we put a bet on it. Whoever loses pays the winning groups bar tab for the next month” “Deal, and you’re on. My bladder can deal with anything I need it to in order to show you up. Which wont be much” she added. While it may only have been 10am both women grabbed another crate of beers, walking back to the kitchen table they picked up the bottle opener and began to drink. The others gathering around to watch another intense drink off by their team mates, who already looked fit to burst out of their skin. Despite the bravado of their confrontation, the beers were drunk nowhere near as quickly as they had been at the start of the contest. Each one making the two fierce competitors feel even more bloated as the large volume of gaseous alcohol they were drinking began to affect them. Stifling burps the pair felt their skin creak under the weight of their bladders, with each extra bottle the need to pee seemed to increase exponentially. But still, they uncapped the next one and kept drinking. By 12 o’clock 8 bottles had been consumed each, the liquid racing its way through their systems to join the ocean of pee waiting in their bladder, which somehow looked even larger now. “Ok guys next pee time” Joe said excitedly. Everyone in the room could sense the shift in the mood, they were getting close to crowning a winner.  Despite the best efforts of the contenders it was clear to everyone that both women were desperate to pee, even if they refused to admit it. The groups watched as their two confident champions stood slightly gingerly from the kitchen table and walked towards the centre of the room, their bladders now so large it was impossible for either woman to stand up straight. The weight of the liquid straining their backs and forcing them to bend into a more comfortable position. Dropping into a squat Sam let out a hiss of air, the movement once again separating her clenched muscles. Contractions in her muscles ripped through her lower body, but she managed not to groan out loud at least. “Having some trouble there Sam? Why not give in and just pee like we all know you are going too” chided Tilly. The usually quiet woman sticking a knife directly into Sam’s back or more accurately her bladder. “Yeah well, I’d like to see Angela squat. She hasn’t even tried to, she is clearly scared she wont be able too.” Megan said, defending Sam who was fighting yet another pulse from her bladder. “Ughhh” Angela exhaled loudly as she joined Sam squatting on the floor of the cabin. Her bladder similarly resting uneasily in her new position. “See, Angela is going to lose it first” Valerie commented on the show of desperation. “No she is not, she is going to win this thing!” Vicky shouted back, clearly angered by the suggestion her champion was weakening. “St. Mary’s are the true bladder queens, there is just no way you can win this” “St. Cuthberts don’t even know how to feel desperate, out bladders are bottomless!” The heated debate was interrupted by the large clock beginning to chime, it was mid-day and time for the next pee. “Alright, on 3….Pee in 1…2…3” “Ohhh” Sam groaned in relief, a fierce jet of piss bursting from her. Next to her Angela let out another deep exhale as she let her bladder relax for a moment. Yet as the two streams started and the sound of piss hitting the floor beneath them filled their ears, they could both tell something was different this time. Their bladders were now so full It didn’t even feel like they were peeing. Despite the evidence of their powerful sprays that were making their skin ripple between their legs, it meant nothing to their need to pee. It almost felt as if it was going in reverse, their bladders now screaming for release, pulsing inside them as the vast amount of pee in their bladders demanded to be let out and not stopped this time. “3…2…1…Stop!” “Oh fuck” Angela winced, her hand going between her legs to help her stop the flow. “Arrrrrh” Sam groaned, her legs pushing together as a final spurt dribbled out between her tensing thighs. It had been close but both women had just about stopped their bladders from emptying although at some cost. Their faces both screwed up in agony, red and starting to sweat as the burning in their crotches intensified. After more than a week of this, their muscles were clearly starting to tire, combined with the amount they had drunk it was only going to end one way. Yet, both of these iron bladdered queens had indeed stopped the flow. “See, I told you Angela was going to win” Julie said confidently. “Sam clearly has more control; she can last for days long if she needs too.” Valerie said as the two women tried to untangle themselves form their bladders. The last sentence hung in the air, the suggestion of prolonging this contest for yet more and more days seeming less enticing for both women as they struggled to control themselves. The urge to pee going through the roof as their maxed out bladders were forced shut for what to be the 19th time. A deep pulsing now happening inside the bloated bladders of both women. “Are we here to talk, or here to drink” Sam asked, a little pause as she tried to control her speech and stop her voice cracking under the pressure she was feeling in her abdomen. Walking over to the 4 bottles remaining in her crate she opened another beer and eyed Angela. “Oh, Im here to drink and to win this thing.” Angela said confidently, cracking open another of her beers.  Looking up a the clock a little later Angela could see it was only 4pm, concern momentarily visible on her face as she battled the realisation her next relief was still 8 hours away. After finishing their last 4 beers, time had seemed to slow to a crawl. Sitting in her chair with her legs tightly crossed her was tensing the back of her thighs. “Boy, that must be an interesting page.” She mocked from across the room. “Im sorry, what?” Angela asked, confused. “That page, I think you have been on that for about the last 20 minutes.” Angela hadn’t realised it but at some point, apparently 20 minutes ago, she had stopped reading the book she was holding in front of her face. Her attention and thoughts moving to the task of helping her bladder, causing attention to wander. “Nah, just day dreaming. Its not very interesting” she lied. “If you say so” Sam added, turning her head away. “Well what about you, I see your hand between your legs.” “It was just resting there!” Sam answered back, having somehow not noticed her own hand moving unconsciously between her legs. The strain of her bladder making her mind take over and help her tiring muscles by using a hand to hold. “If you say so” Angela mocked. A fierce glare exchanged by both nurses as they fought the ever-increasing urge to pee. By 6 pm both of them were now sat with their legs tightly crossed, just about resisting the urge to fidget in their seats. Their bladders now filled with yet another days’ worth of drinking.  The two of them were just about keeping up appearances, sitting rigidly while eating a takeaway, half empty 2 litre bottles sat on the ground next to each woman. However, the faintest doubt was starting to creep in for them, considering how much worse it had gotten over the last 6 hours. They were not the only ones either, It seemed many in the room were starting to doubt if they would even make it to the next partial pee. Although given the lack of benefit they now posed, it was surely pointless to try. “Oooh” Sam groaned lightly, puffing out her cheeks as a particularly strong pulse made her bladder quiver inside her for a moment. “I think we are about to have our winner” Tilly announced to the group. “What no, its just a bit of discomfort.” Sam said, trying to play it down. “So you are uncomfortable, I knew it!” Angela jumped on the slip up, causing Sam to blush slightly having revealed her need. “Anyone would be uncomfortable with that much pee inside them” Joe retorted. “This is what you get for being out of the game for so long.” Angela said, not even bothering to look over at them, simply turning the page on her book. “Oh yeah, well even if I had been out of the game for years I could still hold rings around you lot at St. Mary’s.” “Were not the ones groaning like a little girl about to wet themselves” Angela responded, her attention finally taken from her book as she angrily looked over at her opponent who was currently making fun of her whole hospital. “As I said Its just discomfort, Im not going to burst. If fact we might have to re do this with more time. We only have four days left and I don’t plan on needing to go in that time.” “Really, you seem confident for someone so clearly desperate.” “Says the one secretly tensing her thighs” Sam shot back. “I……Im not!” how did she know? Now it was Angela’s time to go red faced. “I can hold on longer than you, we at St. Marys can outhold even the strongest of bladders from your second-rate hospital.” She continued. “Well then, if you are both so confident why don’t we take this up a level.” Joe said, seizing on the opportunity to really put Angela and St. Marys in their place. “Angela can handle anything!” Vicky interjected, the other nurses wanting to back their champion all the way. Things were definitely heating up now, the tension rapidly rising as the insults started to fly between the two groups of nurses. It was more than personal pride on the line now, it was the pride of their whole hospital. It was almost certain that everyone they worked with would hear about this, they needed to make sure it was their team that won. “Fine, how about we change the pee time limit?” “In what way?” Angela asked nervously, suddenly aware how much she was counting down until the next one. If they got rid of them, she might start having trouble. “Well, its not really a test at the moment is it, you know when and how much you can pee. I think we should make it more random, make it harder to prepare for.” Joe suggested. “So how would we do that?” Sam asked, genuinely interested in the rules change. The pulsing in her bladder had gotten so much worse by now and anything that might help take the edge of was welcome for her. “Well, why don’t we just take it in turns to say how long and when you can pee.” Joe said, looking around for an indication of what others thought about it. “That sounds like a good contest. At least this way we have a chance of getting a winner by the time we go back, and by that I mean when you fail I can rightfully say I have the strongest bladder.” Angela said, locking eyes with her nemesis once more. “You’re on, and you’re going down. My control is immaculate” Sam replied, the fire between the two women now raging strongly and fuelled by the large bulges coming out of both women. “So, when do we start?” “How about now? “Are you kidding, she’s not even desperate yet, I’m sure she can last for another day without this silly little game.” Came an annoyed comment from Valerie, apparently not a fan of the proposed rules changes. They were here to show who had the strongest bladder and she wanted to see these two legends pushed to the absolute limit of their capacity. “Yeah, isn’t it a little early given there are still more than 3 days left?” Vicky joined in, the issue clearly crossing over to both groups. “We should at least wait until tomorrow, if not two more days.” Both Angela and Sam looked at each other, beads of sweat starting to gather on their foreheads. It was clear they were actually desperate to pee, their giant bloated bodies crying out for relief. But they couldn’t admit it, they couldn’t show weakness no matter what their bodies actually needed. “Well then, I tell you what, why don’t we wait until noon tomorrow and then we can start this new game. Im sure by then you will both be at least a little desperate.” Joe conceded, the rule change apparently appeasing Valerie and the others that wanted to see the two of them pushed to their absolute limits. “You’ve got this Sam, just look how full Angela looks. Any more and im sure she will burst!” “You’re kidding, I think Angela seems a little thirsty. Isn’t that right?” “I…uh yeah.” Angela said unconvincingly. “Well maybe they should have something to drink if you are so sure she can handle it” Valerie said, happy that her chances of seeing this head to head hadn’t been stopped. Picking up a crate of beers in each of her strong arms she unceremoniously dropped them between Angela and Sam, their eyes meeting above the boxes. The next challenge had been set, there was no backing out now. With less than 24 hours before the rules changed, they wanted to prove themselves and make their opponent that much more likely to lose. Ignoring the fact that it would make themselves more desperate, they opened the box and the first bottle was drunk. The new liquid rushing down to join all of the others inside the giant bladders of the nurses, they were as desperate to win as they were to pee. The midnight pee went as well as could be expected, but did little to nothing for either woman. Squatting into position was getting harder as their bladders bloated even more, their abdomens looking heavily pregnant after 10 days of drinking. Thick and heavy streams had sprayed out of them, only to be cruelly cut off once again after just 5 seconds. Both of them groaning quietly as they stemmed the flow and took their places back in the kitchen. Their steps uneven and a sheen of sweat covering their faces. Both challengers knew sleep wasn’t an option for them, their massively bloated bodies giving them no chance of finding a position comfortable enough. So instead, the pair stayed up through the night, sat opposite each other and still drinking. Another large pot of coffee was consumed by them both as they used the caffeine to fight off the tiredness. However, since last night their desperation had turned up to 11 and it was now impossible to put to the back of their minds. Their bloodshot eyes wide as they now openly held themselves, Sam’s legs jiggling under the table while Angela groaned and held herself with both hands. The pot of coffee and cases of beers in the last day would have been more than enough to make them need to pee without the other 8 days. Exacerbated gasps filled the cabin as the others slept soundly, certain they wouldn’t miss anything and that both women would still be holding when they woke. By mid-day everyone was awake and gathered around the openly desperate women. They were all happy to see the vast quantity of liquid they had consumed was finally having an impact, they would have their winner soon! “Ok then, so from here on out the 5 second pee’s are to be replaced by what we decide. Should we start easy with a 4 second pee?” Joe suggested, wanting to trial the new format without upsetting any of the women. She was aware that she wasn’t exactly impartial and didn’t want to spoil Sam’s assured victory by looking like she was taking control of things in her favour. Angela’s whole body was throbbing as she stood uneasily, the weight of all the nights drinks pressing heavily on her muscles. Waddling into the centre of the room even her legs seemed to be straining under the weight of her bladder. Kneeling down rather than squatting she tried to prepare herself for what was to come. It had only been 10 hours since her last pee break, but it felt like days since she had felt any sort of actual relief. Looking down she couldn’t believe how much her stomach had bloated, her once flat torso now arching and bulging out inches In front of her. She was sure if she walked into the maternity ward at her hospital, no one would think she wasn’t pregnant. But instead, it was simply how large and round her bladder was making her look. Sam soon joined her, one hand pressing deeply between her legs as she fought the spasms that had been rolling through her body since the large pot of coffee they had drunk during the night. The heavily diuretic liquid mixing with the alcohol to form a potent and heavily bloating cocktail of desperation. “Ok guys, pee in 3…2…” “Wait, wait, wait” Sam stammered, her legs pressing heavily against each other for a moment. “See Angela, she cant even keep her legs open you’re a sure to win.” Tilly said gleefully. “It was just a….im fine” Sam said, her face bright red. Getting back into position the count down was restarted and on cue two thick streams fizzed through the air. A soft whimper escaping one of the women as they relieved themselves, but it was hard to tell which one. Then after just 4 seconds they were both forced to clamp the flow off. “Jesus” Angela moaned, her entire body shaking as it reeled in pain. Fireworks of contracting muscles and searing nerve endings suddenly exploding in her bladder. “hummmmg” Sam whimpered, a similar process and spikes of pain shooting through her body. Her eyes closed and jaw clenched as she tried not to shout out in desperation. Unlike the other pees both women stayed in their stooped position for several minutes, their faces red and shining with sweat. Eventually it seemed the worst of the pulses stopped and they regained some control, moving back to the kitchen slowly where a chorus of cheers convinced them both to down another bottle of beer.  An hour later the second pee was announced, the groups deciding a 3 second break would be all they were willing to give. The other nurses in the room sensing the discomfort and wanting to strike while the iron was hot.  Again, the count down was started as both women gurned in discomfort, their squatting position making it almost impossible not to lose control. The positions lack of support for key muscles causing them to constantly shift where they crouched before finally being able to pee. Despite all the odds they both shut the flow off again. The once slight burning a now constant and agonising sensation that felt as if they were tearing themselves apart. Their muscles shuddering and twitching as they were forced to yet again close prematurely, despite the pressure coming from inside their massively bloated bladders. “Come on Angela, you’ve got this” came a supportive cry from Tilly. “No way, Sam is going to win. St. Cuthbert’s will be the champion, no question.” “Yeah, Sam might be empty soon at this rate.” Sam herself really doubted that comment, the quantity of liquid they had both drunk had filled them with gallons of liquid that would surely take more than a few seconds of peeing to be let out. Plus with their continued drinking it was likely she was drinking just as much if not more than she was peeing. It was turning into a perpetual filling and emptying that was tormenting her every thought. “Well in that case, should we might have to make it a little harder, shall we say a 1 second pee this time?” Vickey suggested, a wicked smile on her face. “Is that even worth it?” Sam questioned, worrying for the first time she might not be able to stop after such a short time. Her breathing now heavy and laboured as the coffee and beer from last night made its way through her system. “Well if Sam doesn’t think it’s a good idea, im all for it Angela” said loudly, just about picking out the conversation through the haze as her face flushed and chest heaved, breathing heavily through her nose. Having already chosen the length of the next pee the groups still made the two desperate nurses hold on another 30 minutes. Their desperation still somehow increasing, with neither of them able to concentrate on anything else but the overwhelming need to pee. Their muscles trembling as they were just about able to stand and sit on chairs hastily pushed towards them by their supportive colleagues. “Ohh god” Sam muttered, her jaw clenched and eyes shut once again as she got into position for the shortest pee yet. She could feel her muscles crying in anticipation of what was to come, but she wasn’t going to give up now. Next to her Angela wasn’t doing much better; she could feel the sweat dripping off her face as she too struggled with her bodily demands. The throbbing had stopped, but it had turned into an almost constant wave of unease and mounting pressure. It peaked and rolled through her crotch and enormously distended bladder, but never disappeared completely. Her body was truly being pushed to its absolute limits by this contest, but she was so close to winning. There was no way Sam could put up with this for much longer. “Alright ladies, just a 1 second pee this time. So there wont be a count to stop, ill just carry on from the count down.” Tilly announced, making both women realise just how little they would be peeing this time. “Alright then, so 3…2…1…Pee…Stop!” It was barely enough time for their streams to start, the exhale of relief from Angela turning into a strange squeaking noise as she forced the muscles between her legs to stop the flow almost instantly. It had felt more like a leak than an attempt at peeing. “Fuck ittttttt!” Sam yelled next to Angela as her legs bowed inwards and both hands applied a vice like grip to her bare crotch. Never before had she felt this kind of burn, the indescribable tingling and cramping sensations radiating out of her crotch and enormous bladder. Even her arms as they pressed lightly against her skin were causing lines of pain and heat to throb through her bladder, radiating from where they brushed the bloated organ. The slightest of pressure enough to now cause immense discomfort and make her tremble. Both women quickly rose and sat on the seats next to them, their legs twisting and faces contorted by pain. It was clear both were reaching new and unfathomable levels of desperation, something that was pleasing all the other nurses in the room. As they had hoped, this was a bladder match for the century and it was a privilege for them to witness it. However, as much as they were enjoying the show they all still wanted to win. Just 15 minutes later it was decided that both women would get the chance to pee again. It was clear that the repeating partial pees in their current state were having an impact and lowering their control. As such, the groups of nurses were happy to torment them both, giving neither of them enough time to get their bodies fully under control. “I think we should do 5 seconds this time” That came as welcome news to both women, especially Sam who wasn’t sure if it was her imagination but she was sure she could feel some of her pee trapped between her clenched muscles after that last round. Her bladder now so full her body was storing it anywhere it could, only her hands had stopped it shooting out of her last time. Hopefully with 5 seconds it would take the edge off and let her constantly contracting muscles a moment of relaxation. Lowering themselves back into position their muscles quivered almost constantly by this point, the twitching visible to those watching as the taught skin seemed to writhe on its own. Contractions or little spasms easy to see on their bare bloated abdomens which had been pulled so tight the skin was almost white. The deep blue of their veins easy to see in contrast to the taught skin which bulged out of their bodies and made them look at least 8 months pregnant. “3…2…1…Pee” Came the command through the desperate white noise which now filled the two nurses ears. Both women sighed in relief, their pee streams thundering out of them once again. The heavy jets spraying noisily on the hardwood flooring as the puddles began to spread out from under them. “2…1…Stop” “Oh fuck!” they both shouted in unison, momentarily lost in the relief. The contrasting pee lengths had played havoc on their bodies which were getting tormented by short pees, only to now be able to let out a reasonably long 5 second burst. Their tired muscles seizing on the opportunity and mistakenly thinking this was it, they were free. Groaning in effort they stemmed the flow and held the tide back once again. But this time it was worse than all of the others put together. Waves of fire pulsed out of their bladders, sweat dripping off them as they gurned and gritted their teeth. Unable to move they writhed in absolute desperation, the taste of freely peeing reminding them of what it felt like and their bodies wanted more. “Sam’s about to pop, just look at her!” Came a comment from Julie, watching the squirming women. “I can fucking hold it she shouted back”, The tendons in her neck bulging as she fought her body. “Im winning this, there is no other outcome possible” Angela panted next to Sam, her own body contorted by the waves of pressure racing through her body. Her heavy but erratic breathing leaving the woman light headed. “You have no chance, I can hold this forever” Sam shouted defiantly, her face red and wet with perspiration as she puffed out her cheeks with each breath. Strands of her blonde hair which had escaped the tight ponytail now sticking to her face, yet still she held resolutely onto the idea she was in control and going to win this. “Im still in control, you cant win this” Angela retorted, her jaw clenched rigidly. “Show them St Cuthbert nurses don’t even know the meaning of a full bladder” Valerie shouted over the huffing and puffing of the bulging women. Five minutes later Angela couldn’t help but let out a guttural moan as her tortured body started to spasm wildly, her muscles cramping deeply inside her. “You almost got her Sam, just listen to that groan” Valerie said confidently. “One more and I think she will break” “No way, Sam will break first, we all saw how she couldn’t deal with the 1 second pee” “Bullshit, she’s in control” “Well then, we shall see. I think we do a 1 second pee again now.” Neither group seemed to even notice the discomfort of their own champion, all their eyes glued to the opposition and how close they looked to winning. “1 second now” An excited and hungry cheer went around the groups. “I….” Sam started, but her sentence tapered off before it began. Surrounded by the other nurses she felt as if she was a simple play thing for them, so full of piss and being forced to release on their command. “Show them what we are made of, 1 more second. You can do it” Tilly added. Clutching themselves both women got into position, their throbbing bodies now exposed once again. “3…2…1..Pee…Stop!” “Arrrrhhhh” Angela screamed as she cut the heavy flow off. Beside her Sam was silent, her bright red face contorted into an expression of pure pain, tears rolling down her face but she hadn’t given up. Angela let out another guttural groan as her bladder violently shook inside her, the tortured muscles screaming out as she forced them to clamp off the flow early. Another short dribble seemed to escape Sam as she pushed her hands back between her legs. Her head angled sideways and grimacing deeply. “I can hold it” Sam said breathlessly, her eyes now open wide but unfocused. “You leaked!” Vicky said accusingly, pointing to the small number of drops falling off Sam’s hands. “It was just drops from the stream, im in control” Sam panted, sweat streaming off her face. “Fuck me!” Angela shouted as her body shuddered violently again, a searing pain ripping through her body. Valerie looked on, an insatiable lust in her eyes. She was desperate to watch Angela eat her words from the other month. She wasn’t the bladder champion around her, despite how she might act. “Well if you are still in control, I think you should do another 1 second pee” Valerie said, an evil grin plastered across her face. They hadn’t done two pees so soon after one another before. Both women looked on the edges of control, this would surely be enough to destroy Angela! “I can do it!” Sam spluttered out, her breathing even more ragged “Me too. I can do anything; my bladder is unmoving!” “Ok then, Vicky ready with the clock.” “3….2….1….Go” Another jet of piss burst out of their quaking bodies. Shooting out and once again splattering onto the still wet floor, the puddle of previous releases still sitting there on the surface. The writhing and sweating women’s reflections just as desperate looking as the real pair. Ripples ran through them as the forceful jets continued to spray into the puddle in almost slow motion for the two desperate nurses. But almost as soon as it started, Vicky told them to stop. “Ok that’s it, clench ladies you have to stop” On command both women screamed loudly, guttural and pained shouts filled the room as they clenched their tired and burning muscles. Red faced and panting they pushed their legs together, hands returning to crotches but there was no stopping it. Despite the order to stop the streams continued as their giant bladders could hold back no more, the repeated short pees had finally broken them. The pained noises of Sam and Angela echoing off the walls of the cabin as the other nurses watched the match come to its end. Piss thundered out of them, drumming noisily off the floorboards and speeding its way across the floor. The puddles joining into a single massive mess that grew by the second as the two women lost control. Unable to move from pure relief Sam’s pee hissed through the hand she had tried to use to help her maintain control but now pressed weakly against her bare crotch. Next to her Angela’s legs were now spread wide, her hips almost bucking as her tortured body released more that a weeks worth of piss. Angela still couldn’t feel any benefit yet, even after 10 seconds. The weight and pressure inside her bloated bladder still as strong as it had been before. The only thankful exception was the burning sensation in her crotch that had finally dissipated with the release. The grunts from both women continued for half a minute before finally their overtaxed bodies began to relax fully. Their bloated bladders starting to reduce in size as the enormous puddle underneath them grew. By the second minute and as pee continued to splatter into the puddle the other nurses were forced to back up, some picking up or pushing furniture of the way of the ocean spreading across the floor. The two panting women in the centre of the room containing far more than any of them had ever seen before.  Five minutes after the initial pee both women ran dry at almost the exact same moment. The room completely flooded with their urine. Sam unable to take it sagged onto the floor, lying back in the puddle of her own making completely exhausted. Angela simply sat in the centre of it, a vacant look on her face as she felt her muscles still occasionally twitch. A silence filled the room “Sam started first” A voice shouted. “No way, it was Angela”…. The heated argument continued for minutes, the two contenders too tired and exhausted to take part. Muscles spasms still fired through their tortured bodies which had well and truly been pushed to their absolute limits. “Well, I guess we will just had to re do it next month then.” A voice broke through the euphoric bliss both contenders were under. “I’ll win next time” Sam and Angela said simultaneously, the faintest of fires burning again in their tired eyes. ----------------------------- I hope you guys enjoyed this story.  This was a commission. If you would be interested in having me write one for you, check out my Fiverr store for more information. (https://www.fiverr.com/markjones9494) Edited July 4, 2020 by Markj9494 (see edit history)
Reyna felt the wind blow across  her skin and knew a battle was brewing. She had been waiting in a small alcove in the Asian style architecture found in Haven. She had been there for quite some time just waiting for any rival agents to appear.  Her dark clothing allowed her to stay relatively unnoticeable in the shadowy corner where she now stood. Reyna suddenly heard footsteps  in her area. Quickly she hunkered down as her senses went on high alert. She grimaced as she felt a few drops of urine hit the fabric of her panties . A full bladder was the least of Reyna's concerns however, as the footsteps started to get closer. Jett carefully made her way toward the bomb site, checking corners as she went. her job was simple. Get in plant the spike, get out. That didn't mean t was going to be easy. The fabric of the Korean girl's pants rustled as she moved along the corridor.  She clutched her vandal assault rifle in her hands. Looking at her map Jett saw that the bomb site was just around the next corner. She shivered in anticipation, and felt her abdomen clench. She had never done particularly well at keeping her clothes dry during tense situations. More often than not Jett could be seen exiting a battle with a large stain covering her pants.  She would just have to hope this time was different.  It was showtime.  As Reyna stared down the scope of her operator sniper rifle, she saw a flash of movement to her right.  Instinctively she fired a shot and dove behind cover.  Crouching, Reyna made her way to a large stack of boxes which would provide both cover and good sight lines. It was imperative that she stay a good distance from her target as her sniper would be much less effective up close. Similarly, Jett was also crouched down behind a box. However she was not thinking about battle tactics. Instead she was focused on not wetting her pants. That shot had been too close for comfort even with her advanced mobility. Already a small stain had become visible on her grey sweat pants.  After a moment of frantic holding Jett began to calm down. She had seen a flash of purple on the other side of the bomb site, meaning her adversary was none other than Reyna.  She was in for a long battle.  Reyna stood behind the boxes as she tried to calm her breathing. Her bladder was closing in on its breaking point, but Reyna was unable to do anything about it as taking her attention off of the battle could cost her a lot more than a change of pants. Suddenly a thought came to her. She concentrated and summoned a ball of dark energy in her hand.  She threw it around the boxes and after a few seconds she peeked out and looked for a shot.  Jett had seen the sphere hurtling toward her and froze.  It exploded mere feet in front of her and suddenly she could see only darkness. With her vision limited to only her immediate surroundings, Jett acted off pure instinct. She used her tailwind ability to instantly dive for any kind of cover. Fortunately she found it. Diving behind a small stone wall, Jett heard the sharp whizz of a bullet and felt the air of the passing shot on her neck.  Her breath came in gasps as she sat behind the wall. her back was pressed against the stones as she felt another unpleasant sensation. She groaned as she looked down and confirmed her suspicions. Once again she would not be leaving with clean pants. Her bladder was completely voiding itself with no input from Jett required. The small stain that had resider on her pants before quickly grew as the Korean pissed her self. Her pee poured through her pants forming a puddle on the ground. The warm liquid pooled below her thighs and ass, as well as continuing to spread out ward.  Jett's thoughts were rudely interrupted however when she remembered her current situation.  She wanted this fight to be over as quickly as possible. She grabbed her gun and was ready to take the fire fight when she realized one important thing was missing. The spike. She frantically scanned her surroundings before realizing that it was nowhere to be found. With no spike, no plan, and a very gross pair of pants, Jett decide to throw in the towel. Slowly backing up Jett moved past the wall she was hiding behind, and with out hesitation, dashed towards an open door way.  She heard another shot go off, and her bladder responded by sending what little pee it still contained into her underwear. This resulted in a one second stream, nothing compared to its release earlier. Jett ran down the corridor at a sprint. She would live to fight another day. Reyna saw the other woman running and knew she had won. Although her adversary had lived, the bomb had not been planted making the mission a success.  Reyna didn't feel like celebrating though. As soon as she had seen Jett run away she had dropped her weapon and hunched over hands between her legs. Her bladder was screaming for release, and unless Reyna found a toilet now, it would do so in her pants.  Reyna started to hobble down the cobblestone streets of Haven as she scanned desperately for a place to relive herself. Walls and boxes passed by with little recognition as Reyna focused fully on her new objective. She even failed to notice the puddle created by her opponent, hidden behind one wall. After a solid ten minutes of searching, however, Reyna knew there was no hope. With a whimper and a shiver, she lost control. Reyna stood frozen as her bladder emptied, piss rushing into her pants. Immediately, the already dark material covering her crotch deepened in hue. She felt her legs warm as the urine poured down her tan thighs. A puddle began to form on the ground as the pee made its way to the ground. Reyna could only stare in shock as she peed her pants. After a full three minute accident Reyna continued her walk in a daze. Her mission had been completed but at the cost of her dignity.
Alison had been out on a hen do with her friends,and its fair to say it had been a heavy night. They'd met at 6, and here we were at 3AM. The girls were all absolutely wasted, but they were giddy and they were happy. The club was closing up, so all the girls left and went to a takeaway for food. The queue was crazy, and the girls were all laughing and joking, as they waited for their greasy, late night food. They'd left the club, probably some 20 minutes ago now, and, as the girls started to feel tiredness cutting through the hilarity, Amy, the bride to be, announced that she needed to pee. Some of the other girls laughed at this, but she insisted that she was serious. She'd drunk a lot more than the hens, and all that liquid was making itself known, pressing down, and demanding to be released. She stood up and hobbled over to the member of staff. A teenage lad, currently wrapping a kebab. "Babe" she shouted, probably too loudly, "is there a there a toilet in here?" He glanced over to her, and said, "There isn't I'm sorry?" "You must have a toilet?" she demanded, "its the law isn't it?" "No" replied the young lad, "its just a takeaway, so there is no law" Amy felt her need rising, as she started to get agitated, "But I need a piss!" she shouted at him, as the group of hens erupted into laughter, "Fuck's sake Amy, shut up and cross your legs" shouted out Sara, her maid of honour. Amy turned to look at her friends, pressing her hand up her tiny little miniskirt, flashing her leopard skin panties, as she pressed her hand into her intimate parts, bending at the knees. "Sara" she shouted, her tone now changing to one of anger, "I'm not fucking k**ding, I need a piss, I'm fucking bursting here, this little fucker won't let me go", she turned back to the young boy, leaning over, flashing her more than ample cleavage. "Please let me go" she said, fluttering her eyelids, and trying to look sexy. In reality she looked anything but, she was a sweaty drunken mess, slurring her words, as the boy smirked at her. "We don't have any toilets" he said, slowly, and thoroughly condescendingly. Amy was furious, both his condescending tone, her rising desperation, and the constant denial, was going round in her head. "I NEED TO FUCKING PISS!!" She shouted, pressing both hands into her crotch, as if to emphasise the point, "I'm a paying customer, and I need the toilet, you need to let me use it now, I know my rights, don't tell me there isn't a staff toilet back there, I'll use that, I don't care, If you don't let me, I'll have to piss on the floor here, I'm not k**ding here, I'm fucking about to piss my knickers!" The manager had heard this, and come over to help the lad out. Dealing with lairy and loud customers was part of the remit of working a late night takeaway. He was a "I'm sorry love" he said, "We aren't insured to let the public behind the counter, there is a public toilet about half a mile away, just near the main carpark" "HALF A MILE" she hollered, "HALF A FUCKING MILE! Are you fucking stupid, I'm about to wet myself, please, please let me go, I just want a wee!". Her bottom lip was starting to quiver, like she was about to cry, when Stacy and Karen stood up. "Come on Amy, we need to go too, come with us", and they ushered her outside. The other hens weren't sure what the hell was going on, but Alison kinda needed to go herself, the public facility half a mile away was sounding pretty appealing right now, so she led the other girls out to follow. To her horror, it quickly became apparent that the girls had ducked down a back alley, and Alison could scarcely believe it, surely they weren't popping a squat? She'd heard about some girls doing this on nights out, but there was no way she could ever do that. She considered herself quite a liberal girl, although she'd only ever had 2 boyfriends, neither had ever seen her doing bathroom stuff, it was private! She turned the corner, and the scene was more horrifying than she could ever have imagined. There was a line of about 6 lads, with their cocks in their hands, pissing against the wall, Stacy and Karen were squatted down facing the opposite wall, but their bums clearly on view, and their gushing piss obvious to all, but Amy had her leopard print knickers yanked aside, half squatting in the middle of the path, with the most furious, hissing frothing deluge of female pee gushing from her sweaty vulva. "OH MY GOD, OH FUCK YESSSSS!" she gasped, "Oh a pee, oh I was desperate, ahhhhhhhhh, I needed this" she continued, whilst making an absolute show of herself. One of the lads finished his wee, and zipped his flies up, slapping Karen's bum as he passed her, whilst a second made a lewd comment to Amy, who didn't seem to care a jot, so ecstatic was she to have found relief. As the newly relieved girls finished their marathon pee's, the other 4 hens watched on in astonishment. "Fuck's sake" laughed Jodie, we can't take you lot anywhere, I need a piss too, but there's no way I'm squatting in an alley, come on, lets get home. Alison's own bladder twinged, she could definitely do with a wee herself, but she wasn't bursting. They made their way round to the taxi rank, and were confronted by a huge queue. Sarah pushed her way into the office, and they were told it would be a half an hour wait. The news wasn't great for Alison, who's need seemed to be getting worse almost by the second. She realised though, that they would need 2 taxi's, as her and Jodie lived in 1 direction, while the other 6 were going the other way. After a brief chat, it was decided that Alison would phone her boyfriend to come and pick her and Jodie up. She called Dave, her boyfriend, twice before he answered, and he seemed very pleased to hear her voice. "Alison babe" he shouted down the phone, "are you coming home, I can't wait to see you, he dropped his voice to more of a whisper, I can't wait to taste you." They had a very active sex life, which they were both delighted with, and their sex sessions always started with him eating her out. He seemed to love it, and she definitely did, he was very good at it. Her pussy twinged in anticipation, she was definitely horny, and couldn't wait to get home. "Dave" she said, "the taxi queue is massive, can you pick us up?" "I've been drinking" came the immediate reply. Her bladder this time sent a distress signal, at the thought of a delay, "hang on though" he added, as the phone went quiet. A few seconds later he came back on, "Craig is just leaving, he'll come and pick you up!". Alison shuddered a little bit. Craig was Dave's pervy mate, and she never felt comfortable around him really, he was always making jokes about the way she looked, and was really pervy about women in general. Right now she just wanted to get home though, so she agree'd and made sure he was OK to drop off Jodie too. As soon as she hung up the phone Jodie said, "babe, I know how Amy felt in that kebab place, I'm bloody busting for a pee here, how long's he going to be", "Tell me about it" added Alison, "I'm pretty desperate myself, Dave's had a drink, but Craig is coming for us". "Fuck's sake" said Jodie, "not that fucking prick, well, whatever, he better get here quickly" she said "because there's no way I'm dropping my knickers in the street like those sluts". The 2 girls sat on a wall as they waited for Craig, both now with very full bladders, sending urgent distress signals. Alison found herself fidgeting around none stop, and biting her lip as she tried to pretend that her need wasn't that great, but Jodie was much more vocal, she was pressing her hand into her crotch and swearing and moaning pretty none stop. Ten minutes later and she was in a really bad way. She was hobbling around in circles doing a frantic pee pee dance. "oh my god, oh my god" she gasped, Ali, this is getting silly, I'm seriously going to piss myself, he can't be far away now can he, fuuuck". Ali knew exactly how she felt, she couldn't remember the last time she'd needed a wee so badly. "I know Jode", she said "he better get here quick, I'm bursting myself!" "Ali, babe, I'm not joking here, I'm seriously worried that I might piss myself, it hurts so much, I know I said earlier that I could never do it, but I'm seriously thinking about squatting behind this wall!" Alison was mortified by the what she'd heard, although, she had to admit, she had been considering it herself, the way her need was rising, the thought of a 20 minute drive home with her boyfriends pervy mate seemed nigh on impossible. "Jodie, girls don't wee outside" she muttered, almost beneath her breath, as if she was trying to convince herself! "I know" gasped Jodie, "but I'm fucking bursting, I've never done it before, but I think I need to, will you stand guard for me, then I'll do the same for you, she didn't even wait for an answer as she dashed behind the garden wall they'd been sitting on. "Alison, tell me if anyone's coming, it's coming out, I can't wait" she stammered as she hoiked up her skirt, and was tugging almost helplessly at the waist band of her knickers. Alison was dumbstruck by her friends sudden urgency, but her bladder protested, she would have to do the same. She watched Jodie with fascination, having never squatted for a wee before, she wasn't even sure what to do. Jodie yanked her panties down around her knees and dropped into a low squat, piss erupting from her almost immediately, "OH MY GOD YESSSSSS" she groaned, as her hissing stream spattered out onto the ground beneath her, "Christ I needed this". Alison was mesmerised, as her bladder screamed at her to find that relief too. She started to unbuckle her belt, in preparation for the most shameful thing she'd ever done, when to her horror, Craig's car came hurtling round the corner. "STOP" she yelled to Jodie, who was still peeing, pretty much full force, "Craig's here" "WHAT, Oh fuck, fuck, shit, I can't stop it" stammered Jodie, frantically trying to clench off the flow,she held her hands infront of her vagina, trying anything she could to cover herself and save her modesty, as Craig pulled up in front of them! Jodie's stream had slowed to a trickle as she sprung back to her feet, hastily rucking up her knickers, but Craig had seen her, he dropped the window as he shouted, "WAYHAY Jodie, I got a right eyeful there, you dirty bitch, as if you've had a piss in the street!" Jodie's cheeks blushed cherry red as shame and embarrassment swept over her, "Craig, stop it" she stammered, "I was bursting", "I can see that" he said, "Look at the size of the puddle you've made, you pissed a fucking river, you dirty slut, I can't wait to tell the lads about this, fuck me, I got a proper eyeful of Jodie's snatch, it looked great." Alison wanted to scream. Jodie was mortified, but at least she'd had her wee. Alison's bladder was screaming at her, she was as bursting as she'd ever been in her life, and she just watched her friend drop her knickers and release an absolute waterfall, she'd absolutely decided that she was doing the same, but what could she do now?! There was no way she could go infront of pervy Craig, especially with the way he was talking to Jodie. "What are you waiting for girls" asked Craig, "Do you want this lift home or what?" Alison's mind raced, she really needed to have a wee before she got in the car, but as Jodie got into the back seat, she was absolutely out of options, she'd just have to hold it, it was only 20 minutes, she thought, lying to herself that she was a grown adult, and 20 minutes was no time at all to hold your urine! She motioned to follow Jodie, and noticed a huge box sat on the back seat, "Looks like you're riding shotgun" smiled Craig, opening the passenger door invitingly for her! She pressed her thighs together, hard, and got in the car, next to pervy Craig. To her horror, he didn't disappoint, and directed his attention to Jodie. He looked at her in the mirror, "Jodie, Jodie, Jodie" he laughed, "I literally can't believe I got an eyeful of your snatch, I've been dreaming about this day for years" "Shut up Craig" she snapped back, but he wasn't letting go. "Do you do that all the time then, piss in the street? I can't believe it, I didn't think girls did that" "Crrraaaaiiiiiggg" she moaned, "Please just leave it, don't tell anyone about it pleeeasssee". "Sorry" he said, "I just can't believe it, I mean, I would imagine that some slutty girls would drop their knickers in the street, but not you and Alison here, I thought you were better than that", "Craaaiiig" moaned Jodie again, doing a little mock cry this time, "please, I was absolutely bursting, like, I've never done it before, but I honestly thought I was going to wet myself, I tried to hold it, but you took ages, and it was really hurting, I didn't want anyone to see, but I really thought it was pop a squat or wet my knickers, I really was that bad!" "Well, yes" laughed Craig, "You certainly pissed a river, god I wish I'd arrived 2 minutes earlier, did you go too?" he asked Alison. Alison was screaming inside. She had been about to drop her knickers and squat to pee in public for the first time in her entire life. Her bladder was fit to burst, and the last few minutes of questioning, and listening to Jodie talk about her wee had not helped her one little bit. Her fists were clenched by her sides, and her thighs were pressed tightly together as she tried, desperately, not to show Craig her urgent need. Now he was questioning her. "No" she said quietly, "No I did not". "Oh, like fuck you didn't" he teased, poking her in the leg, "I bet you had your pussy on show pissing for England just before I turned up, didn't you?" "FUCK OFF" she yelped, probably a little bit too aggressively, "I FUCKING DID NOT OK, I have NEVER pissed in public, now just back off!" her bladder screamed at her, as she silently started to panic, but at least her outburst had shut Craig up. A quick glance at her watch told her they were only halfway home, and she involuntarily groaned out loud, without even thinking. "Are you OK?" asked Jodie from the backseat, but Alison was having a crisis of desperation, she was not OK, and she couldn't get her words out, "UMPH" she grunted, pressing a hand between her legs. Her entire abdomen throbbed, like she was in labour, as the need to pee intensified yet more. "Alison babe" gasped Jodie, "Speak to me". She genuinely thought she was going to wet herself there and then, as she pressed a second hand, hard, into her most intimate area, lifting her bum off the seat, She bounced up and down 3 times before yelling, "I NEED A WEEEE" Craig looked at her instantly, she was a picture of pure desperation, "Holy Fuck" he exclaimed, "You really didn't piss in the street, you still have to go" "Quick, Craig" yelled Jodie, there, pull into that garage for her, she was bursting before you turned up, we need to get her to the little girls room" Alison, meanwhile was now shaking with desperation. Everyone now knew what the issue was, and as mortified as that made her, she no longer cared about hiding her need "I have to go so bad" she shouted out, "I'm seriously about 10 seconds from pissing my knickers" "You'd better not even think about pissing in my car" snapped Craig, "Fuck, this is hot but I don't want my car stinking of your fucking piss!". She now had both hands pressed between her legs, as she was bouncing around, "Quick then" she cried, "get me to the toilet!". Craig swerved violently across the road and onto the forecourt of the garage, stopping right outside the door. "OOOOOH" moaned Alison, "I gotta go soo bad, I've never needed a wee so bad in my entire life" She threw the door open and groaned loudly as she stepped out of the car, immediately dropping into the most unbelievable pee dance, She was bent double, both hands pressed between her legs, absolutely frantic for a pee. Jodie got out of the back seat, and ran round, putting her arm around her bursting friend. "Come on babe" she said, "Just a few more seconds, you're so close to the toilet, you can do it, lets go". Alison looked at her, with a faraway look in her eyes, her bottom lip quivering, "HELP ME" she said "Its going to come out, I don't think I can stop it". Jodie ushered her towards the door, as Alison whimpered helplessly. "Just hold on babe, you're nearly there" she whispered in her ear. Jodie almost dragged poor Alison through the door, there were tears flowing down her face, as she pressed both hands between her legs. She barely knew if she were peeing or not, she had never in her entire life needed to pee so badly. "Where the fuck are the toilets" Shouted Jodie, to the lone Asian man working the night shift "QUICKLY" she added, as if the urgency of the situation wasn't immediately apparent. "I am very sorry" said the man behind the counter, "but we have no public facilities, there is a public toilet just about 200 yards around the corner" Alison groaned, a gutteral groan, like a wild a****l that had just been shot. Her whole body started to convulse. "PLEASE" she groaned, "PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE" She could barely speak, as her bladder screamed and burned and demanded to be emptied. She wailed again, "I can't waaaaaiiiiiitttttt" The man looked her up and down, "The toilets are just around the corner" he started as Craig now came in. Alison had never felt so helpless. She burst into tears! "PLEASE" she gasped. She had one hand between her legs, and the other starting to unbuckle her belt. "Its going to come out, help me, anywhere". She was running on the spot, almost bent double. "Look at her" shouted Jodie, can't you see its an emergency". Alison started to pull down her jeans. "Its coming out now" she wailed "I'll have to do it here. "OK, OK, I let you use staff toilet" said the man, opening the door and inviting her behind the counter. Jodie tried to drag her friend through, but he stopped her in her tracks. "Just her, security" he said. "PLEASE" gasped Alison, "It's coming out, please, let me wee". again she started to pull down her jeans, and her knickers were clearly wet! "Fuck me, the dirty bitch is pissing herself" yelled Craig, as the attendant locked Jodie out and stood staring at Alison behind his counter. He took her arm and led her through the back. "Toilet" he said, and she could see it. "FUCK YES" she gasped, pulling down her wet knickers and revealing her tightly clenched ass. She ran for it and threw herself down, exploding the second she did! The door was still open and the Asian man watched her transfixed! "OHHHHH FUCKKKK YESSSSSSSSSSSSS" She gasped as an absolute torrent gushed out of her over filled bladder. She was peeing like a racehorse, feeling relief like she'd never felt before. "Oh my god" she gasped, "Oh I needed this, ohhhhh fuck a weee, it feels soooo good", her stream went on and on, whilst the Asian man stood there in awe. Her whole body was convulsing as she felt a relief like she'd never felt before. She dropped a hand down to her clit, an could feel an orgasm building. "Oh fuck, I needed this so bad" she gasped. She opened her eyes and became VERY aware that the Asian man was still standing in the door, absolutely transfixed and with an obvious bulge in he trousers. "WHAT THE FUCK" she gasped, slamming her legs closed and pulling her hand away. "You look like you needed very bad" said the man, still staring intently, "It feels good yes?" "GET OUT" she yelled. "This staff toilet" he said, "I supervise public back here" Alison ripped off some toilet paper and wiped herself, fumbling to pull up her knickers, cringing when she realised how wet they were, when she'd clearly started to lose control in her mad desperate dash. She bent down and pulled them off again, standing up and smoothing down her skirt. She walked towards the man without bothering to flush. "To be fair, you definitely saved my life" she said, handing him the wet knickers and squeezing his straining erection, "Enjoy yourself, you dirty cunt". She kissed him on the cheek and walked out of the garage feeling overwhelmingly relieved. Craig was a nightmare on the way home, but she didn't even care, the only thing that mattered now was getting back and riding Dave's cock like it had never been ridden before!
(Heads up: English isn't my first language. Please excuse any grammatical errors you may find in this story.) Our story begins at a bus stop in New York. A handful of citizens were standing there,waiting for the bus to show up. Some of them were just staring at the many buildings in the city,while other read newspapers to pass the time. There was one citizen that stood out among the rest: Lady Pauline. She was sitting on the bench while reading the newspaper,like some of the citizens near her. However,she would occasionally glance at the clock next to the stop and then at the road to see if the bus was gonna show up. Normally Pauline was pretty patient,but now she would've preferred it if the bus could show up sooner. She was on her way to meet her carpenter boyfriend. Some people knew him as "Jump man" and others referred to him as "Mario". She had agreed to meet him after his work today for their date. Unfortunately,She forgot to use her restroom before leaving. Her home wasn't too far from the bus stop,but she didn't want to leave out of fear that she would miss her bus. Pauline lowered her newspaper again and looked at the road. A smile appeared on her face as she finally saw the bus approaching the stop. She entered to bus along side some of the citizens at the stop and after paying,she want to the back of the bus and sat down with her legs crossed. The bus started moving towards it's next destination. Pauline sighed and looked out of the window. The road to the construction site was a bit long,but all the buildings that Pauline could see as the bus drove forward usually served as a distraction. This time however,she could feel a bit of pressure in her body. And this made the bus trip feel longer than it usually felt. Pauline put her purse on her lap and then placed a hand between her legs.  "Hopefully they'll be nice enough to let me use a toilet there..." Pauline thought to herself. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- After what felt like a long time,Pauline stepped out of the bus. she stood still and crossed legs as the bus drove away. Her bladder was filled even more in the time it took the bus to reach this stop. Unfortunately,she still had to walk towards the construction site.  She gripped her purse and started walking towards the construction site. All while trying to ignore the pressure in her bladder. Halfway through,she walked past a fountain. right as she was walking by,the fountain jetted multiple streams of water upwards. Pauline put her purse in front of her and placed her hand between her legs again. she stood there for a few seconds and took a deep breath before she continued walking. after a few more minutes,she arrived at the construction site.  She looked around for her boyfriend,but he was nowhere to be found. But she spotted another worker there and decided to ask him for Mario. "Ma....rio?.....oh wait,you mean Jump Man? Yeah,he should be coming soon." The worker answered. "Thanks....but um...if you don't mind me asking..." Pauline hesitated for a bit.... "Do you guys have any restrooms here?" "Yeah,we have a couple of Porta-Potties around the construction site...like that one over there." The worker said as he pointed behind Pauline. She thanked the worker and headed towards the Portable Toilet with a smile. However,the smile quickly disappeared once she saw another worker running towards the Toilet with both of his hands on his butt. He entered the toilet and quickly shut the door and locked it. Pauline was about to knock on the door to ask him how long he was gonna be there,but she got an answer pretty quickly. "UUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHH......NGGGGHHHHHHHHH......AAAAAAAAAAAHHH!" Pauline cringed at the noises coming from the worker and slowly walked away from the toilet. as she turned around,she saw Mario waving goodbye to one of the workers. "Mario!" Pauline said as she ran towards him. With each step she took,she could feel a bit of pressure. Mario opened his arms and Pauline jumped right into them and hugged her boyfriend. after a few seconds,she let go of the carpenter. Mario then motioned her to follow him. Pauline looked back and forth at the construction site. She wanted to ask Mario if she could use another toilet there,but she decided against it and followed him. Right as the two were about to leave,Pauline heard a bunch of smashing noises coming from behind her. She turned around to see a giant gorilla in a cage. the gorilla was staring at her with hearts in his eyes. "Hey,Mario? What's up with this gorilla?" Pauline asked. Mario explained to her that it attacked the workers earlier today and that they managed to stop him and lock him up in that cage. Pauline scratched her head,but shrugged and followed her boyfriend. All while the Gorilla was reaching out to her and trying to get her attention. Mario held Pauline's hand and guided her to the location of their date,all while Pauline tried her hardest to ignore the fountain they had to walk past again. ------------------------------------------------------------------ Mario and Pauline arrived at an Italian restaurant. Mario opened the door and made a "You first" gesture. Pauline smiled nervously and entered the restaurant. Shortly after Mario entered,one of the waiters walked up to the couple and asked them to take a seat. Mario and Pauline walked up to the table and sat down. The waiter approached them again to take their orders. While Mario was ordering,Pauline placed both of her hands between her legs. She looked around for something to distract her from her aching bladder,but the first thing she saw was another waitress pouring some soda in a costumer's glass. Pauline immediately looked away from that table and started looking for something else to distract her.  "What about you,ma'am?" a voice said. Pauline turned back to waiter,who was waiting to take her order.  "Oh uh..." Pauline glanced down at the menu. "I'll just...have a salad,please..." The waiter nodded and left the table. Mario then looked back at Pauline with a concerned expression. "I'm fine,Mario. I just....need to use the ladies room. Can you excuse me for a minute?" Pauline asked. Mario nodded and gave her a thumbs up. Pauline got up from the table and thanked him. she then looked around and found the toilets near the entrance. With a smile on her face,Pauline approached the toilet door. But as she got closer to the toilet,she could hear some screaming coming from outside the restaurant. Pauline stopped and looked outside. The residents outside were running away from something. I didn't take long for Pauline to see what they were running from,as a gorilla stopped in front of the restaurant and looked around while beating his chest. Pauline recognized the Gorilla. But before she could run back to the table to tell her boyfriend,the Gorilla spotted her and made a mad dash towards her.He burst right through the small entrance and grabbed Pauline with his big hands. "Aaaah! Let go of me!" Mario got up from his table and ran up to the gorilla. The gorilla turned around and roared Mario. "Mario! Help me!" Pauline said as she tried to break free. However,not only did the Gorilla have a tight grip on her,but moving around so much caused her to feel a twinge in her bladder. Mario tried to get closer to the Gorilla,but he smacked him away and knocked him into a nearby table. "MARIO!" Pauline shouted. The Gorilla let out a laugh and got out of the restaurant with Pauline on his shoulder.  "Ahh...Please....let go of me!" Pauline said. The Gorilla's movement was causing all the urine in her bladder to slosh around. After a few minutes,The Gorilla stopped running. Pauline looked around to see if her boyfriend was anywhere. She then noticed that she was back at the construction side. The gorilla started climbing up the ladders with Pauline still on his shoulder. As they got higher,Pauline looked down and spotted another portable toilet. She let out a groan and looked back at the gorilla. the gorilla started jumping up and down,with her STILL on his shoulder. "Aaaahhh! No! Stop! Ah!" Pauline said as she could once again feel the urine sloshing in her bladder. The Gorilla jumping up and down caused some of the ladders to fall off the construction side. he smiled and finally put his captive down. Pauline quickly jammed her hands between her legs and started shifting her weight from side to side. She looked up and the Gorilla was staring at her with a creepy grin. "HEY!".....The sudden voice caused his grin to disappear. he looked down and saw Mario stand there with an angry expression on his face. The Gorilla roared at the carpenter and grabbed his girlfriend again. He placed her on top of a platform next to some barrels. Mario started climbing the construction side in order to reach his girlfriend.  The Gorilla grabbed a few barrels and threw them down. Mario climber another ladder and took a few steps forward until he saw a couple of Barrels rolling towards him. The carpenter jumped over the barrels with ease,showing why he was known as "Jump Man" my some. he climbed another ladders and jumped through another set of barrels. "C'mon Mario,you can do it..." Pauline said as she was still trying to hold in her pee. she was completely unable to stand still by this point. Mario climbed another set of ladders and was standing right below the Gorilla. The Gorilla grabbed a barrel and dropped it on the carpenter's face,causing him to fall of the construction site. "MARIO! NO!" Pauline yelled as she reached out to her boyfriend. The Gorilla laughed and threw more barrels down. Mario got up and took a moment to regain his composure. he looked up and immediately moved out of the way. A Barrel landed right on the spot he was just standing on. Mario climbed up the ladders again and jumped over the barrels coming towards him. While he was climber another ladder,The Gorilla grabbed another barrel dropped it in front of him again. "LOOK OUT!" Pauline yelled,Mario quickly let go of the ladder and dodged the barrel. He quickly climbed up the ladder and kept running towards the other one. The Gorilla threw a barrel forward and then immediately dropped another one in front of him. Mario climbed the ladder and leaped over one of the barrels. The other one landed in front of the other ladder and rolled towards him. Mario leaped over the barrel again and climbed up the ladder,he was once again below the Gorilla. But this time he kept moving to avoid getting hit. Pauline smiled as she saw her boyfriend getting closer to her. The Gorilla let out a roar and started throwing the barrels much faster. Causing Mario to stop in his tracks and jump over them all without being able to move forward. Pauline's smile disappeared and she started to get worried again. She frantically started looking around while keeping her hands between her legs. While Mario kept jumping over the barrels while trying to find a way to move forward without getting hit by them. while he was looking around,he tripped over one of the barrels. Causing him to fall of the construction site gain.  Pauline's eyes widened as she reached out for her boyfriend again. All of the sudden,the Gorilla grabbed her and hugged her tightly,making it more difficult for her to keep her bladder under control. "Please....ngh....n-no!" Pauline said as she tried to get the Gorilla to stop. The Gorilla looked down again to see if had knocked down the carpenter for good,but his smile quickly disappeared once he saw the carpenter climbing the construction site again. Angered,he let go of Pauline and started throwing barrels again.  Mario climbed up another ladder and waited for the barrels to get closer. That's when he pulled out a hammer and smashed the barrels into pieces. Pauline gasped and smiled,while the Gorilla was panicking. He started throwing more barrels at the carpenter,but Mario broke each of them with his barrel.  Mario had finally made it to the top of the construction site. The Gorilla kept throwing barrels at him in the hopes that he would be knocked down once again. But it was all futile as Mario broke all of them with his hammer. Mario then ran up to the Gorilla and Swung his hammer at him,Striking the Gorilla in the stomach and knocking him of the construction site. The gorilla landed on his back and tried to get up. But he impact of the fall caused him to soon lose his consciousness. "Mario!" Pauline said as she let go off her crotch and ran up to her boyfriend. She quickly stopped once she felt another wave of pressure going through her body. Mario stopped and asked if she was Okay. "I-I'm fine..Just...please let's get off this thing...." Pauline said. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Soon,Mario and Pauline were at the bottom of the construction site again. Pauline took a few steps forward and felt yet another wave of pressure in her body,Causing her to let out a moan. Mario turned around to check if she was okay. "Mario....i need pee...." Pauline said as started fidgeting. Mario looked around and pointed at a portable toilet,the same toilet she saw while was on the Gorilla's shoulders.  "Please excuse me!" Pauline said as she ran past Mario with both of her hands between her legs. she ran past a few of the construction workers who were approaching Mario and opened the toilet door. She then turned around and shut the door behind her. Not being able to wait any longer,she turned around and lifted her dress up. Revealing some black Lacey panties. She pulled them down and sat on the toilet. One second later,a strong stream of pee shot out of her body. Pauline gasped as she finally lost control of her bladder. a wave of pleasure went through her body,causing her to let a sigh of relief. she closed her eyes and relaxed as her stream continued to splatter against the toilet bowl. There were a few workers talking outside,but Pauline couldn't really hear them over her stream and her own sighs. After what felt like a minute,Pauline's stream weakened until it turned into a couple of drops. Pauline exhaled and grabbed some toilet paper. After she wiped womanhood,she got up and tossed the paper into the toilet. She then pulled up her panties and lowered the bottom of her dress. after which she flushed the toilet and washed her hands.  Upon exiting the toilet,she saw some of the construction workers talking to Mario. She looked around and saw that the Gorilla was back in it's cage and still unconscious. A few of the workers approached her and asked her things like "Are you okay?" "Did he do anything to you?" Pauline answered some of these questions,but ignored most of them as she approached her boyfriend. "Mario...can we go home now?" Pauline asked. Mario nodded and held out his hand. Pauline grabbed it and the two started walking away from the construction site. Pauline looked to her side and once again saw the fountain. She looked back at the construction site and sighed. "I can't wait to get home and rest...it's been an eventful day..." Pauline said.
Written as a request for @daveshuyi, that turned out a bit closer to someone else's work than I'd intended.  Hopefully there's enough of a difference for it to be enjoyable. --  In spite of his reputation and the circumstances in which they had met, Raphtalia was reasonably happy with her life with the Shield Hero. While the other summoned Heroes preferred to spend their time between the Waves searching for dungeons and ancient artifacts, Naofumi made his living in a much more mundane way. A caravan protected by a Hero and a fairly experienced adventurer was far from an easy target for bandits, and when pulled by a queen filorial, it could cover ground nearly as fast as a courier on horseback. Unsurprisingly, many merchants that were willing to overlook his reputation were very interested in hiring them to deliver important cargo to dangerous or remote areas.  While attacks from jealous competitors or opportunistic bandits weren't uncommon, the trips were generally a welcome break from fighting for her life, perhaps even a bit boring. The out of the way destinations that their work took them to made up for that though, many of the small towns they had visited were home to strange and wondrous sights. Their current trip was an odd break from that pattern; a merchant had requested that they deliver a large batch of herbicide to a remote farming village with little explanation given. Raphtalia may not have been a farmer, but she couldn't imagine why such a small town would need that much herbicide for their fields, not to mention the questions of how they could afford it or why they needed it so urgently - urgently enough that they'd been travelling since the previous evening with her and Naofumi taking turns at the reins; though if she was being honest, their job wasn't so much steering the cart as keeping Filo company and focused on the road ahead.  As the sky began to glow with a grey, pre-dawn light, Naofumi silently tapped her on the shoulder and offered to take her place. As she opened her mouth to protest, only to find a yawn in place of her words, Raphtalia headed for the back of the cart to find a few hours of rest. Tucking herself into one of the few corners not occupied by their strange cargo, she balled up her cloak as a pillow and tried to let the rise and fall of the road lull her to sleep. Some hours later, an unexpected lurch startled her awake, interrupting the usual gentle sway of the cart and causing her to bump her head against the cargo and drawing out a yelp, more out of surprise than any real pain. Raphtalia grumbled as she rubbed her head and shifted herself into a more upright posture, a slight pressure between her legs making itself known as she moved. “Awake back there? We're still a few miles out, but there's something off about the forest around here, I'll need you to keep an eye out for anything trying to follow us,” Naofumi called from the front. As she pulled the curtain aside and took in her surroundings, it became clear that he was understating the problem a bit. Thick green vines grew nearly everywhere, all but choking the trees and spreading across the road. “That's... worrying. Why didn't you wake me up earlier?” She asked. “I can't help if something attacks us if I'm not even awake.” “W-well, it seemed like you needed the sleep,” he said, avoiding her eyes. “I can't really sleep in the cart anyway.” As he spoke, the cart drew to a stop. “Honestly, I don't need any more sleep than you and we're practically the same level,” she said with a scolding tone. “Hey, Master! I still need to pee! You said I could go once we'd stopped,” a rather annoyed filorial shouted from the front of the cart, taking her human form to slip out of the straps that attached her to the cart and bouncing on her toes, thighs pressed tightly together. “Right, right. This is probably as safe a place as we'll find for a while. Don't run too far though!” He called after the bird-girl that had taken off at a sprint into the trees, a few small drips visible on the dirt she'd run across. “Is that really safe? We don't know what's out there at all,” the demi-human said as her hands drifted to the blade at her side. “She's been asking to stop for a little while now, and the brush was even thicker back up the road. It's not perfect, but it's probably the best we'll find for a while.” He shrugged. “Might not be a bad idea for you to go too.” Raphtalia could feel a heat rising in her cheeks as embarrassment and annoyance fought for dominance. “I'm not a child, I can tell perfectly well when I do or don't need to relieve myself and I don't need you second-guessing me.” She huffed, crossing her arms. She probably could have peed if she tried to, but it was hardly urgent and definitely not worth putting herself at risk in an obviously abnormal forest just to deal with it. “I distinctly remember you saying the same thing and then wetting yourself the second we got into the inn.” Somehow, Raphtalia's face managed to get even more red. “That- that's different and you know it!” A shrill noise, half scream and half bird's call echoed through the quiet of the woods, followed by the sounds of a very agitated filorial charging through the undergrowth. “Filo, what's wrong!?” As Raphtalia jumped down from the cart and drew her sword, the large feathered figure of her friend broke through the bushes that once separated the road from the surrounding woods. “Thought I saw an eye, like someone was spying on me. The vines have eyes!” The filorial was clearly more than a little agitated. “I could tear them, but they just keep growing back way too fast.” “How did you get away then?” “Grabbed the monster and threw it.” The bird all but preening as she spoke, before deflating a bit. “They taste awful though.” Grabbing a quartet of bottles of herbicide from the cart, Naofumi pocketed a pair before tossing the one of the two remaining to Raphtalia along with a rag normally used for cleaning a blade. “If Filo's claws can't kill them, your sword probably can't either. Coating it with the herbicide might help.” Hurriedly, Raphtalia popped the cork from the small bottle and soaked the rag in the vibrant purple liquid that spilled out. As she rubbed it onto the edges of her blade, her eyes darted between the tree line and the blade in her hands. “Are you sure that this will work?” “Not completely sure, it might work though,” he replied, busy trying to convince his shield to take on the herbicide’s attributes. “The description claims it’ll damage anything with a plant type.” “Master, they’re coming back, I can hear them,” the filorial interrupted, indicating a direction with one wing. She’d barely had time to raise her blade into a ready guard before a creature that looked remarkably similar to the vines around them burst from the undergrowth, sharp teeth bared and anger burning in its single eye. The creature lunged towards her, moving fairly quickly for a monster but not so fast that she couldn’t sidestep its attack. As it passed, she was able to deliver a blow to its midsection, the herbicide on the blade eating into the monster’s flesh and turning the light blow into a wound that nearly bisected it. A pair of quick stabs into each of the wriggling halves put the thing out of whatever misery it was capable of feeling, and out of the corner of her eye she could see Naofumi and Filo dispatching another of the creatures. “They’re pretty quick for plants. How many of them did you see out there anyway, Filo?” “Hmmm, a lot? A few dozen.” Raphtalia and Naofumi both visibly stiffened at her words. “We can’t stay here then. Raphtalia, keep an eye on the trees, Filo, let’s get you hooked back up.” “Right.” As her eyes swept over the path her friend had made while dashing into the trees earlier, the demi-human adventurer could feel a pang from her bladder. ‘Maybe I should have gone when I had the chance.’ She sighed. ‘At least the village’s nearby.’ – On good roads, they could have covered the remaining distance to the village in under an hour; unfortunately for Raphtalia, the roads were anything but good; whatever was creating the vines seemed to be centered closer to the village. The green tendrils covered the road, forcing them to slow down lest they damage the cart or its vital cargo. By itself, this delay would have been unpleasant, but when it was combined with the rough road jostling her around, she needed to focus a significant part of her attention on her efforts to keep her clothes dry, attention that was sorely needed elsewhere.  They knew that the plant monsters were hiding out there in that sea of green, and the monsters were clearly aware of them as well, the rustling in the bushes hinting at the passage of the creatures tailing them. She couldn’t help but feel like they were taunting her, reminding her that stopping the cart and ducking behind a bush to empty her rapidly-filling bladder simply wasn’t an option anymore. Thankfully, the crowd seemed to be shrinking, the monsters themselves apparently reluctant to approach the town. The less-mobile vines didn’t seem to share their fear and lay thicker and more densely packed across the road than ever before, turning the ordinarily gentle rocking of the cart into the sort of ride one could expect when riding a wheelbarrow down a pile of rubble. Even as she could feel pins and needles starting in her crossed legs she kept them pressed tightly together, fearing that if she didn’t the next bump would send her over the edge. The clinking of glass drew her eye to the crates of herbicide, the purple liquid sloshing back and forth in the small bottles reminding her far too much of the liquid shifting around in her own bladder. Feeling a twitch of desperation go through her lower body, she forced herself to look away and at the small pile of empty bottles left from the herbicide she and Naofumi had used. A treacherous thought came to the fore of her mind; the little glass bottles were clearly waterproof, and no one was likely to try to drink from a bottle that had just been full of poison. Surely, it couldn't be too bad if she were to refill one or two of them? Filo and Naofumi were both focused on the road and no one else would be able to see her in the back of the cart. 'No, absolutely not!' She tried to clear the very idea out of her head. Even if no one could hear what she was doing, even if nothing interrupted her, getting caught trying to dispose of a bottle of her own urine would be absolutely humiliating, and even that assumed that the bottle was big enough to contain everything she needed to let out. No, Raphtalia had said that she could hold it until they reached the village and she would stay true to her word, even if that meant dashing for the nearest privy before the wagon had even stopped. All she had to do now was convince her bladder to agree. Each time one of the carriage's wheels bounced over a vine, the jolt threatened to force a spurt out of her body and into her clothes. With each impact, she could feel her urine moving closer and closer to freedom, until the first warm yellow drops reached her panties. She hadn’t completely lost control, not yet, but she could feel the leaks slowly soaking into her underwear as they changed from white to a pale yellow. At first, she tried to press her skirt between her legs to preserve some illusion of modesty, but after the first few leaks she could feel a slight wetness on her hand. As she pulled it away, a slight stain was visible on the dark red fabric of her skirt and her lighter petticoat was certain to be in even worse shape. Reaching under her skirts to grip her womanhood directly was embarrassing, and the feeling of wet fabric on her wrist confirmed her fears for her petticoat, but it couldn't even be compared to the possibility of walking through the village with a visibly wet skirt.  As the incessant bumps continued, each was quickly followed by a small spurt of pee against her hand, the volume released increasing every time. What started as a few drops became a thimbleful, the thimbleful gave way to an ounce and as her control began to slip, it became a barely interrupted dribble. Even as the urine escaping her began to saturate the fabric between her legs, it wasn’t enough to feel any sense of relief. No matter how much she’d let out, it felt as though an ocean was still begging for release. She could feel her bladder trying to contract and force its contents out, trying to squirm past the increasingly fragile barriers she put in the way. She was completely unable to keep still, no matter how hard she could have tried, her legs shaking with effort and her heart racing. Raphtalia was all but curled into a ball, both hands pressed firmly beneath her skirt, her legs knotted together as she sat on her heel, trying to put as much pressure as she could on the opening without disturbing the slight bulge in her lower abdomen.  As the shaking travelled up through her body, it only served to irritate her already sensitive bladder, each new wave of desperation causing ever more movement in a vicious cycle. As that cycle reached its peak, she froze; she could feel the start of a stream moving down her urethra, not the drops of the early leaks or intermittent streams that had been making their way out so far, but a full-fledged torrent of pee and nothing even seemed to slow it down.  She had done everything she could think of to hold on, but after one final bump, her bladder had had enough; with a muffled hiss, a warm stream of urine sprayed into and through her underwear, the already-soaked fabric unable to absorb anything else. Not all of her stream was able to pass directly through though and the rest simply took the path of least resistance. Trapped between her skin and the fabric of her underwear, it poured out to the side and down the inside of her thighs.  As a sense of warmth spread from between her legs, Raphtalia couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief as she grabbed the side of the cart - the last thing she wanted was to fall into her own puddle, after all. Her skirt was short enough to be spared any significant damage beyond what her attempts at holding herself had caused, but her boots weren't going to be so lucky.  As any adventurer knew, waterproofed boots are a vital piece of equipment, and Raphtalia's were up to the task... from the outside at least. The stream falling directly through her underwear beaded up on the treated leather without soaking in, but all of the pee rushing down her thighs ran into one boot or the other, and she could feel an unpleasant warmth as their lining fabric became saturated and clung to her legs. One of her hands quickly darted between her thighs, trying to hold back the flood of pee as the other tried to pull off her long boots to prevent any further water damage.  As she struggled with her footwear, she could feel a powerful stream spraying directly against her palm, not even slowing down in spite of the pressure she applied. 'This just isn't working,' she thought; she couldn't stop her stream or get them off like this. She'd have to focus on one and abandon the other.  Making her decision, she tried to shake as much of the offending liquid as she could from her drenched hand, only to finally start tugging her boots out of the line of fire. As her urine continued to sheet down her thighs, she managed to pull one boot free, tossing it to the opposite corner of the wagon, hopefully out of range of the puddle beneath her. As soon as the other came off, it was tossed to join its twin, and Raphtalia settled back on her haunches to wait for her stream to end.  'However I want to look at it, this is a disaster,' she thought as her pee continued to spray against the wooden floor, pooling between and lapping against the twin barriers of her thighs before finally running through gaps in the floor to drip onto the road. She'd been so caught up in not looking like a child by asking for a break that she'd ended up wetting herself instead. As her bladder finally neared empty, her stream first becoming a small trickle and then intermittent drips, she could feel her face all but glowing with shame. “Oi, seriously are you okay back there?” Of course that had to be the time that Naofumi knocked on the wall between the driver's seat and the cargo area. Of course all of the noise she'd been making wouldn't have gone unnoticed. Of course someone would have heard her flailing and throwing her boots around. She had to figure out some sort of answer, to think of something, anything but admitting what had just happened! As she panicked and tried to come up with an answer, the cart's driver tugged the curtain aside and poked his head back to take a look. “What happened back here anyway?” Fumbling for an answer, Raphtalia's eyes fell on the glass bottles around her once more. Maybe they could still offer some help. “S-some of the bottles fell over and spilled when we hit one of those vines.” She could only hope he didn't take the time to count them any time soon. “Are you okay? The herbicide is more potent than the usual kind,” he said with worry clear in his voice. “I'm f-fine, we spent plenty of time fighting poisonous monsters before. I can clean it myself, just focus on the road,” she said with a forced calm. Internally, she was screaming incoherently; at herself for getting into this situation and at him to leave before something tipped him off to just what that puddle really was. As his black-haired head retreated from the interior of the cart, Raphtalia breathed a sigh of relief that quickly turned into a quiet groan of disappointment. If she'd thought concealing a few bottles was going to be difficult, hiding the still-warm puddle that stretched nearly a foot across the floor seemed nearly impossible, but she would put in the best effort she could. She had spare underwear in her bags and the rest of the clothes she was wearing were... not completely soaked. As long as she avoided thinking about just why they were wet, it was at least tolerable. Still, she was pretty sure she'd heard their client talking about a hot springs bath in the area. The sooner they could fix this village's problem, head to the baths, and she could scrub herself from head-to-toe, the better.
And a second chapter, still requested by @daveshuyi -- After their adventures with the magical plants and the weeks on the road before that, Raphtalia was thrilled to get a chance to spend a few days at a hot spring. It almost felt like heaven - hot baths; good food prepared by someone else; and warm, soft beds, including the one she was currently sleeping in. Not everything could be perfect though, and her dreams weren’t nearly as relaxing as the previous day had been. As she squirmed under the covers, she found herself walking through a massive, finely built hall, the scale and decoration calling to mind the larger guild halls or the royal palace. Despite those similarities, it differed from those structures in two key ways; first, the contents of the building; where the guild halls were filled with a range of offices, vaults, and desks, there was only one type of door leading away from the central hall of this building, doors that she somehow knew led to a bathroom despite the lack of markings.  Given the urge she felt, they should have been a welcome sight, but in front of every single one of those doors was a line at least half a dozen women long. As she walked through the hall, she noticed the second difference; while someone with a poetic inclination might describe a large room as extending as far as the eye could see, they did usually have quite firmly defined limits. No matter how far she walked here, the room and the lines of fidgeting women stretched out just as far in front of her as before. ‘Really, where did all of these people come from?’ she wondered to herself, gently placing a hand on her stomach, feeling the slightly taut skin under her clothes as her bladder strained below it. The women that made up the lines were somewhat odd as well; nobles in ornate gowns standing next to laborers in muddy, grey homespun dresses, all in similar poses with their legs shifting about.  As she felt a pang from her bladder, the adventuress picked up her pace, gradually shifting from a leisurely walk to a jog as she looked for a break in the lines. She could feel a small leak warming and soaking into her panties by the time she finally spotted what she was searching for: an open door.  “Finally!” she muttered as she rushed inside, trying to make her claim before anyone else noticed it. Once the door was closed, her skirt was raised, and her underwear was safely down, she dropped onto the wooden seat and let go. As her pee poured into the porcelain bowl, she felt the expected sense of relief, but everything else felt strange. Instead of the sound of a stream splashing into water, she heard a muffled hiss and she felt a warm wetness on her lower body that reminded her far too much of her accident on the cart.  Even though she could see her underwear around her knees, she lifted up her skirt to double check and saw only bare skin and a pale yellow spray between her legs. ‘How strange,’ she thought, as a golden light seemed to fill her sight. Yawning as she opened her eyes, the raccoon girl was met by a sun-drenched room, a painful fullness in her lower body, and an unpleasantly familiar wetness surrounding her butt. The last two jolted her the rest of the way awake, one hand shooting under the covers to prevent any further leaks as the other lifted them up to assess the damage. She was relieved that she couldn’t see any stains on the front of her dress or the bed surrounding her hips, but she could feel the wet fabric sticking to her butt and the back of her thighs.  Glancing quickly to the other bed and the girl she shared hers with, she was relieved to see that Naofumi had already gotten up and left on some errand, and that Filo was still soundly asleep. If she moved quickly and carefully, she could probably still keep this as an embarrassing incident that only she knew about. Sitting up all the way drew a protest from her body as the movement sent the many drinks she’d had the night before sloshing against the walls of her bladder.  With a deep breath and a squeeze between the legs to brace herself, she slid off the bed and into a squat, fishing around under the bed for the chamberpot that ought to have been there. To her annoyance and dismay, her hand only found empty space and even after leaning down to look, she didn’t find anything suitable for emptying her increasingly full bladder. With a huff, she stood up, feeling the contents of her bladder shifting as she moved, and stalked over to get the robe provided by the inn. Hopefully the knee-length garment would cover up any signs of her nighttime leaks on her way to the bathroom, the damp fabric of her underwear reminding her of them as she pressed her legs together.  A quiet snore pulled her attention back to the girl in the bed. ‘Good, still asleep for now,’ she thought, praying that she didn’t roll over onto her side. As quietly as she was able to, she made her way out the door and along the walkway outside to the communal bathroom. ‘I can’t drink so much tea with dinner again, no matter how good it tastes,’ she chastised herself as she walked, thighs pressed tightly together and hips wiggling slightly. Soon enough, those drinks would be running down the pipes, leaving just a small amount of laundry to hide the evidence of her mistake. As she rounded the corner separating her from that relief, her heart sank; three other guests were lined up in front of the door, all showing similar signs of impatience. ‘Of all the times to start having prophetic dreams, why did it have to be now!?’ she shouted internally, trying to keep her face neutral as she took her place at the end of the line. “Excuse me, do you know how long they’ve been in there?” she asked the woman at the end of the line, grasping the sleeve of her own robe. “As long as I’ve been here,” the woman grumbled in response, shifting on the spot. “I’m half-tempted to go and water the flowers.” She gestured at the courtyard as she spoke. Raphtalia shook her head, trying to banish the mental image of squatting down and releasing her waters among the plants. “There must be bathrooms somewhere else around here.” “You’re welcome to go looking, but I don’t think there are any closer than the baths or the front desk,” the woman said with a shrug. ‘There might not be a chamberpot in the room, but there has to be something,’  the raccoon girl thought; at this point, she’d settle for anything that wasn’t soaking herself in public. Driven by that purpose, Raphtalia turned on her heel and headed back to the room as quickly as she dared, yanking open the door as soon as it was in reach before starting her frantic search. There was no shortage of bottles in the pile of their equipment, but every one of them was tauntingly full of liquid. She’d hoped that the herbicide bottles from their trip to the village might have been saved, but at some point they’d been sold or left behind. As she bounced on her toes, she spotted the empty bottles that had held a special spring water the night before. Water that she’d consumed and that was now quite eager to get back out, as another pulse of pressure was keen to remind her.  There wouldn’t be enough space in them for everything she was holding, but maybe letting a bit of the pressure out would let her delay the inevitable until the bathroom was empty. After a quick check that the room’s other occupant was still sleeping, she grabbed one of the small glass bottles while tugging up her skirt. Pulling her slightly wet underwear to the side and pressing the small mouth over her opening gave another leak the chance it needed to make its way to freedom, the small volume of yellow liquid pooling in the bottom of the clear glass bottle.  Biting her lip and squeezing her eyes shut, Raphtalia could feel another spurt, trailing the first past her floodgates and hissing as it began filling the bottle. With her dam broken, the rest of her pee eagerly followed, spraying the glass with a tinkling sound as the level of frothing yellow liquid rapidly rose. She sighed as the pressure inside her slowly decreased; it was so tempting to just relax completely, to abandon any control she had left over her bladder, but she still had to be able to stop once the bottle was full. She hadn’t let out enough to truly feel relieved yet, but it was certainly taking the edge off of her need. The sounds of shifting covers and a grumbling filorial drifted over from the bed; apparently Filo  had been woken up by the noises she’d been making, and it would be hard for her not to hear or see what Raphtalia was up to. With clenched muscles and gritted teeth, Raphtalia managed to slow down her stream enough to pull the bottle away and clasp a hand over her still dribbling girlhood. It almost stung to go back to holding in her pee again after that bit of relief, but she managed to pinch off the flow, at least for now.  While no longer peeing was an improvement, it still left her standing in the middle of the room with her skirt around her waist and a bottle of warm pee in hand. Letting go of her underwear and skirt, she winced as her panties were again subjected to warm wetness. As the other girl’s feet thumped onto the floor, she hid the small, unpleasantly warm bottle of her urine among the pile of other vials and equipment on the table, silently praying that no one would find it before she’d had a chance to dispose of it properly. The winged girl wobbled a bit as she got to her feet before bolting towards her friend, wrapping herself around the raccoon girl’s midsection. “Morning Raphtalia!” the winged girl said with a smile, looking up as she squeezed the taller girl in a hug. The bundle of feathered energy clamped right over her bladder was quite possibly the worst thing that could have happened right now. As the filorial squeezed her, she could feel a small leak trailing down her thighs and dripping onto the wooden floors. ‘Please don’t let her look down,’ she pleaded internally before returning her greeting. “G-good morning Filo. Could you let go of me, please?” “Ehh, why?” Filo asked, reluctantly letting go. “Is there something wrong?” “N-no. Nothing at all,” the raccoon girl lied, hoping the other girl wouldn’t notice any small puddles on the floor that might give her away. “I just have some things I need to go and do.” “Oh, before you do, could you help me put my robe on?” Filo said, running over to grab the garment from the chair she’d tossed it onto before falling into bed the night before. “Naofumi said I should be careful about tearing it with my wings.” Raphtalia snuck a longing glance at the door to the outside, trying to reassure herself. ‘This should be quick, right?’  With a sigh and a squeeze of her thighs, she turned to face her friend and accepted. “Alright, bring the robe over here then.” “Thanks!” the bird girl sang as she hopped in front of Raphtalia, twitching her wings in anticipation. “Once I’ve got it on we can go back to those hot pools again!” Carefully, Raphtalia began guiding the tips of Filo’s wings through the slits on the back of the robe, trying not to catch any feathers on the edge. “They’re baths, remember? They aren’t for swimming in,” she reminded the girl, trying to take her mind off of the steadily growing pressure between her legs. “But just sitting there is boring!” The smaller girl shifted as she spoke, dragging one wing closer to her body, undoing Raphtalia’s work. “It might be boring, but sometimes it’s what you have to do. Times like right now for example,” she said, a small amount of irritation seeping into her voice as her task got longer. Apparently her change in tone got the message across since Filo stayed quite a bit more still as Raphtalia made her second attempt. She was bouncing on her toes by the time she’d finished pulling the wings through their openings and smoothing any ruffled feathers, but one more obstacle was behind her. “Alright, done,” she said, letting out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. “Yay, thanks! Let’s go to the baths then!” the bird girl shouted, jumping up and spinning on the spot. “Ah, you can go ahead, I have a few things to deal with first, alright?” Raphtalia explained, trying to avoid going into detail. “Huh?” For the first time that morning the smaller girl really looked at her friend. Something about her red cheeks, shaking legs, one hand clenching her skirt seemed familiar. “Oh, you mean you need to go drain the dragon, don’t you?” “W-where did you even hear that phrase?” Raphtalia asked as her blush spread from her cheeks up towards her ears. “Just some adventurers in the inn,” the bird girl said, shrugging with her wings. “Anyway, do you?” “I think that applies to some… anatomy that I don’t have. Just run ahead to the baths, I’ll follow you in a little bit.” “Fine,” Filo said, drawing the word out, before making her way out onto the raised walkway and running off towards the baths. With a sigh, Raphtalia followed her out of the room before closing the door and heading in the opposite direction. As she walked to the bathroom for the second time that morning, Raphtalia was annoyed at how similar it felt. Whatever pressure she’d managed to relieve into the bottle had been filled right back up in the time it had taken to help Filo get dressed. As she shuffled along, trying not to separate her legs too much, she hoped that helping someone else might encourage the gods to smile on her and make the line a bit shorter.  Luck clearly wasn’t on her side this morning, as the line had instead become even longer, extending past the corner of the building. She let out a groan as she held a hand between her legs, her desire to keep her clothes relatively dry outweighing her sense of modesty as she weighed her options. Saying in line and wetting herself in front of everyone there was out of the question. But there were bathrooms in the dining areas of the inn, weren’t there? It was a longer walk than she wanted to make in her current condition, but it was the best, and probably only, option available.  As quickly as she could manage, she hopped down the stairs. Her bladder protested, but only a few residual drips from her underwear landed on the treads. She could see the building that housed the kitchens and dining room across the courtyard, an open grass area with a covered walkway running around the edge. Cutting directly across could be faster, but would put her in view of anyone looking out from the inn’s rooms. No, the longer but more hidden option was probably safer.  While carefully making her way along the path, she noticed a downside to her chosen route; it took her directly past the open door to the kitchen, and judging by the sound, near the basin being used to wash dishes. The splashing sent a shiver up her spine, causing her ears and tail to twitch as it passed. ‘The faster I get past this, the less time I’ll have to spend listening to it,’ she thought, dashing past the doorway, hoping no one picked that time to look outside. Unfortunately for her, she passed the doorway just as whomever was inside poured the contents of a pitcher back into the sink, the splashing of a strong stream pouring into water sounding all too familiar.  Prompted by the combined physical stress and splashing water, an even stronger pulse of pressure made its way through her lower body, forcing her urine down the short path to freedom as her muscles contracted. She had only put a few steps between herself and the doorway before the jet of pee made its way into the open, quickly soaking into the already damp fabric pressed between her legs and causing her to freeze in place. In a last desperate attempt to hold back her flood, she held one hand over the other, pressing it against her lips, but the stream only seemed to gain strength.  She could feel the jet of warm urine spraying against her hands, almost as if the layers of cloth separating them from the source weren’t there. Her pee flowed through her fingers, running down her thighs and along the lining of her skirt, mostly travelling down to pour from the hem, with a small amount soaking in. As everything she’d been holding flooded out, the warm liquid gradually spread through her clothes, leaving a growing patch of darker red fabric on her front. The muffled hiss of her release was joined by a set of splashes as the streams falling from her skirt landed in the puddle that spread across the stone around her feet. Even as an unpleasant heat spread down her legs and across her cheeks, the feeling of her bladder deflating was almost heavenly and she slumped against the wall behind her. She pressed the hand that hadn’t been completely drenched in urine over her mouth, trying to avoid letting out a sigh that would surely be heard by whomever was in the kitchen.  There was no way of avoiding being seen in wet clothes at this point, but having someone catch her mid-stream would just be too embarrassing to bear. She could feel a lump forming in her throat and tears pricking at the corner of her eyes as she stood with her back against the rough stone wall, wetting herself for the second time in as many days.  ‘No.’ She shook her head; crying and feeling sorry for herself over this wouldn’t fix anything. She’d made a mistake the night before, but the problems that had come one after another this morning had, mostly, been out of her control. She’d put in the best effort she could in the circumstances. ‘If only the bathrooms were a little closer,’  she grumbled to herself as the torrent of pee gradually began slowing down, dwindling to a dribble running over her hand instead of a forceful spray. The last of her bladder’s contents ran gently down her legs before the reservoir inside her was finally empty. Releasing her grip between her legs and over her mouth, she let out a quiet sigh as droplets of pee fell from her soaked clothes and underwear, spreading ripples across the shallow, faintly yellow pool of hot water she’d left on the flagstones. It would only get more likely for someone to come investigate the noises she’d been making the longer she stood over her puddle, and she reluctantly pushed herself away from the wall. She tried to tiptoe around the puddle as much as possible, heading for the inn’s front desk and planning her next steps as she put some distance between herself and the scene of her accident. If she could claim that she’d spilled something on her clothes they would probably loan her another set and weren’t likely to insist on getting the dirty clothes back on the spot, giving her a chance to at least rinse them.  “At least there’s a bath nearby this time,” she muttered to herself.
Hey everyone! 🙂  Thank to you everyone who voted in my poll, the winning story was about Lady Samantha Edwards; a spoiled rich girl, who discovers and uses her omorashi fetish, to humiliate people for her own erotic thrills. The full story will be published on Amazon soon but until then, here's a sneak peak as thank you to everyone who took part. Enjoy! 🙂  LADY SAMANTHA EDWARDS - THE BILLION DOLLAR OMORASHI PRINCESS - PART I Samantha stood poised and elegant, smiling sweetly as her father’s helicopter lifted off from her family’s private airstrip; located two miles from the main mansion. Waving daintily, she eventually let her hand fall once the helicopter had become little but a shrinking black dot on the horizon; her sweet smile replaced with a small, smug grin. A dozen family servants stood on both sides of her and she walked in-between them, back towards her family’s limo; the doors opened and closed for her without an order being spoken. She relaxed comfortably against the fine black leather, her smooth red-dress resting gracefully over her knees; covered in fine black tights that stretched down to a pair of light-brown boots worth, more than half her servants’ yearly salaries.  Her curly blonde hair was pristine, braided with half a dozen daisies resting atop and her fierce blue eyes gazed out of the window as the limo drove slowly forward. Years of training with the finest tutors in the world had given her a slender, toned figure; her breasts naturally large; though not excessive, her bum sizeable but not weighty. Had any been able to see under her dress at this moment, they would have glimpsed an expensive red-lace thong; satin and damp, with a noticeable wet spot on its front. For Samantha Edwards was minutes away from wetting herself; a shame beyond imagining for someone of her status.  Yet; even more shockingly, this was by her choice. She had chanced upon this kink by happenstance; two weeks after her sixteenth birthday. The daughter of a British duke, Lady Alice of Cornwall had been invited to go horse-riding with Samantha by her father and she; reluctantly, had accepted. She had found the girl insufferably boring from the start, yet another lickspittle who tried to flatter her for her beauty or father’s wealth: Vapid, senseless, simple. She had ridden fast and deep into her family’s wood; testing her new ‘friend’s’ ability to keep up, until they were more than two hours ride from her mansion.  It had been a boiling summer’s day and Samantha had brought two flasks with her, one of water and one of strong Russian Vodka; yet Lady Alice had drunk most of both as well as her own, struggling with the Californian heat. Her father’s mansion controlled a thousand-acres of woodland and; deep along its trails, Lady Alice suddenly asked if they might return to the mansion. Samantha had eagerly obliged, wishing to be free of her company but found herself amused as she realised why the girl had made the request: With every passing minute, it was clear her fellow lady was becoming increasingly in need of the bathroom. At first, it was subtle; Alice fidgeting too much in the saddles as they galloped or slowing at parts where the ground was more uneven, yet once the first hour of their return journey had reached its end, Samantha witnessed the girl’s plight become blisteringly obvious. Her hand was frequently pressed between her legs in the saddle; something Samantha watched with growing interest she could not quite understand, as Alice began to openly moan, small grunts at first, yet soon, wails of desperation, as eventually, nearing the edge of the woodland, Alice had slipped from her steed and begged Samantha’s leave to wait; telling her she would return shortly. Samantha had simply galloped after her; after half-a-minute or so of shock that anyone would dare abandon and command her within her own lands. She found Alice, struggling desperately against the knots of her tight-riding trousers; squirming desperately on the spot. “Alice, get back on your horse, what do you think you’re doing?!”. “Lady Samantha, please, I beg your pardon; I need just a momen-”. “Do you really think I’m going to let you use these woods as a commoner relieves themselves? Get back on your horse, now; or my father will hear of this”. Alice had reluctantly stumbled back to her horse, her hands clutching in-between her legs with every few steps; as she danced desperately, humiliatingly, in-front of Lady Samantha, trying to avert the inevitable, her long brown hair swaying as her shoulders shook violently. Samantha had considered chastising her behaviour further, however she found the way Alice was behaving strangely fascinating: No-one had ever dared behave this way around her before and she felt a strange knot build in her stomach, like a tension waiting to be relieved.  Before she could ponder it further, she heard Alice cry-out as Lady Samantha had gasped in shock. Not ten steps from her horse, Samantha watched as a dark wet patch spread rapidly across Alice’s riding trousers; long streams of pee jetting out from several places, running over her boots and forming a large puddle around her. The girl’s body was shaking with fear and relief as she continued to wet herself, sobbing as she begged Samantha for forgiveness, who barely heard the girl; instead enraptured by her ongoing accident... TO BE CONTINUED...
Credits go to https://go2thebathroom.com/2016/01/19/xiao-ling-miss-yellow-river/ Xiao Ling was a pretty young Chinese girl, a bit above 20, who had come to Finland to do her Ph.d thesis in geology. As part of her project, she was taking part in a field trip by bus, looking at rocks at various outcrops in Central Finland, together with many geologists from several other countries, some older and some of her own age, a few other women, but most of them men. The field trip was going to take five full days. Xiao Ling had mixed feelings about the field trip: on one hand she was looking forward to this opportunity to see the rocks, and meet new people from different countries. On the other hand, she was slightly worried about practicalities, such as what to do if she needed to go to the toilet, when they were going to be out all day. The bus they were going with was not of the more fashionable tourist type with a toilet onboard (and even if it had, she may have been a bit too shy to use it). And in order to use time efficiently, they were bringing picnic lunches (sandwiches, beer or juice) with them to eat out in the field, rather than make lunch stops in a roadside restaurant, where there would have been toilets available and a chance to relieve oneself. This was the first day of the trip. Xiao Ling had only drunk a small cup of tea for breakfast, and as they were having their outdoor lunch, she was only taking small sips from the juice pocket in order to wash down her sandwich. Still, she was feeling some pressure building up in her bladder after lunch. Most stops were at outcrops along highways, where there was little chance of getting away out of sight from the others and from the road to relieve oneself, at least for a girl. Sometimes, though, there were trees and bushes around, but Xiao Ling was scared to walk too far away from the others and maybe get lost, or left behind when the others left with the bus. On the other hand, she was too shy to pull down her pants and relieve herself close to the others, where she would be in risk of being seen by some of the men. However, the pressure in her bladder kept building up. One stop was at an outcrop next to a rest area by the highway, where there were toilets, and somewhat reluctantly Xiao Ling decided to leave the group and try out the toilets. However, as she reached the small toilet building, she discovered that the proper toilet unfortunately was locked, possibly out of order. The only door that could be opened led to a small urinal for men, in the form of a cabinet with a channel in the floor along the back wall. She stood hesitating in the door opening. Should she use it? Could she use it? In what way, should she stand up or squat down? Turn forwards or backwards? She then discovered that the door had no locking mechanism on the inside, and decided it would be too great a risk somebody else (particularly some of the guys from the group) should come and open the door when she was doing her business inside. She stepped out, and just outside she met a couple of younger guys from the group heading for the urinal, or they would have caught her with her pants down in there. However, her need for a toilet remained and grew worse. Most of the men found a chance to go behind a bush or a tree at some stop, but for her it was more difficult. Finally, in a stop with a lot of trees around, she felt she could not wait any longer, and should take a chance there. She walked away among the trees, as far as she dared without getting lost, but enough far away to be out of sight. She stopped for a short while, hesitating, looking for the best and most secluded place to go. Finally, behind a small fir tree, she quickly pulled down her jeans and underpants and squatted down. But just as she was going to release her stream and relieve her bladder, she heard the sound of somebody else coming. She barely managed to gain control and hold her flow back, as she quickly stood up again and pulled her pants up, while seeing two men from the group approaching, probably out in the same errand as her. Embarrassed, she zipped her jeans around her bulging bladder, and, pretending she was done, started walking back towards the group. As she stumbled over a root, she almost lost control, and their was a bit of leakage in her underpants. She had to stop and bend over a couple of times more to prevent more leakage before she reached the bus. As she climbed into the bus, however, she felt another squirt of pee in her underpants, and as she sat down on her seat she could feel her bum getting moist. Otherwise, there was some relief for her to sit down at first, but the bus ride on the small bumpy road leading down to the final stop of the day, located down at the seashore, was awkward for Xiao Ling with her aching bladder. Finally they came to a small parking lot next to a tiny beach in a summer house area. They walked along a small trail down to the water, passed the beach area, and continued along the shore to where the outcrops were. Xiao Ling was almost bursting by now, and desperately looked around for somewhere to go, but there were houses and gardens where they got off the bus, families with children along the trail or down at the beach, and then open cliffs along the shore. No public toilet in sight, and only a few scattered trees or bushes, offering little protection. And then came the sound of splashing water and waves slushing against the shore, making her if possible even more desperate. As the trail climbed up and down the cliffs, she could barely walk behind the others, desperately trying to hold her bulging and aching bladder, while looking around for a secluded spot to relieve herself. Finally they came to a point of interest, a smoothly rounded rock outcrop gently sloping towards the sea below. As the group gathered around the excursion guide, as he started to tell about the rock, Xiao Ling stopped slightly above the rest. She was unable to concentrate on what the guide was telling, and visibly in a state of outmost distress, fidgeting around or bending forwards, with her hand pressed between her legs. To add to her desperation was the sound of waves hitting the shore. She carefully unbuttoned her tight jeans and pulled the zip a bit down, to relieve a bit of the pressure from outside of her bladder, but that did not help much. Although most of the others were concentrating on the guide and the rock, she could see that some of the men were casting a curious eye on her now and then, presumably wondering what she was up to, and if she would manage much further. She did not! Suddenly, she felt a spurt of pee in her underpants. Rather than soaking her pants, she hastily pulled both her jeans and panties down just where she stood, in front of everybody, and squatted, still facing the group, while releasing a flood of pee. Her urine splashed forcefully against the hard rock between her legs, and started to flow in a heavy stream downhill, unfortunately right in the direction where the group was standing. Some of the men had been watching her secretly, and was aware what was happening. Others were standing with their backs to her and know nothing, until they were pushed aside, or jumped aside themselves, as the stream came next to their feet. The group more or less split apart in halves, looking baffled at the yellow river flowing across those interesting structures in the rock that the guide just tried to describe, and continuing down all the way to the sea; then looking at the source of the stream, pretty, poor Xiao Ling, still squatting with her underpants and jeans pulled down, and with an embarrased look at her face, as the urine was still flowing out from the hole between her legs. I particularly like how she imagines herself at the urinal.  It's unimaginable for many.  Edited July 5, 2020 by bibibibi (see edit history)
Part 2 On this special day, i went at evening to the city where my friends sister worked.I had to drive about 45 minutes to pick her up. On the way i could see that there were roadworks a opposite roadside and that there would be a traffic jam, on the way home. As i arrived, she was waiting for me and for someone like me, who love it to see girls holding it, it was clear visible that she was needing to go. I could see it on her moves, how she was standing and on the way she walked. Maybe she could hide her need from other peoples, but not from me. She was really a great girl, tall, very slim and a pretty face. She did wear a super short cut of jeans with low waist and a shirt. Her slender legs and her belly were nude, she looked so sexy that a nearly could not speak. ”Hello, nice to see you and thank you for picking me up.“ she said. I told her that i would love it to do that for her. I really, really did love it, i had not to lie. Oh my god, such a pretty girl and she was needing to wee. On the way to my car, i told her that i would like to stop at a coffee shop, to have more time to spend and to talk with her. She was really full and she was needing to wee really bad, but she did agree. First she hoped to get home as soon as possible, to take a much needed pee, but then she thought to herself, that her bladder had to endure one hour more, to take the chance to spend time with me. She was sitting beside me, rubbed her knees and squeezed her wonderful naked  thighs, with her hands. Not really obvious, but for me clearly , that she did suffer a strong urge. I loved it and i wanted more of it, i wanted to talk about it. I looked at her and asked “are you needing to wee?” She looked back a little bit embarrassed and said “oh no, i am just a little bit died from standing all day long.” My friend was right, she did not even admit if I ask her directly and so it would not be a risk to stop at a coffee shop, she would be to shy and to proud to go to the toilet. At the coffee shop, I ordered coffee and a large glass juice with soda. We were sitting in the garden and i could see how she pressed her thighs together and how restless she was. Her urge was so strong and maybe so painful, that she was no more able to hide it. ”You are needing to wee pretty bad! Don’t you? i asked. ”Yes, i would need to wee, but i can hold it until home “ she answered. ”Are you sure? It looks really urgently!” i asked again. ”Yes!!! I am sure, i am not a little girl “ she answered a little bit angry. I love to hear that, i did love that she did drink and hold. After that talk she could not go, she had to hold it, even she would be full to burst, she would lose her face if she would go now. I had all the time of the world, we had a good talk and she was needing to wee so bad that she could absolutely not hide it anymore, but she did not go to the toilet! One and a half hour later we went to the car. She was standing with her great legs tight crossed, until i opened the door. ”You are about to burst, aren’t you?” I asked. ”Yes, I am really full, but don’t worry, i can hold it, it is not even one more hour.” she answered. ”Okay, it is your bladder, but keep my seat dry!” I said and smiled. She did get more and more restless, she did bend over and squeezed her thighs very hard, she pressed her hands at her crotch. ”Should i stop anywhere?” i asked totally aroused.  I did not really wanted to stop, to let her pee, i wanted more to tease her and i was a little bit afraid that she would piss on my seat. ”Why are you asking me? I told you that i am holding it until home , stop asking me!” she said. ”It is just like it looks like you piss yourself “ i answered. Some minutes we came to the road works and to the traffic jam. “Oh my god, how long will that last?” she wanted to know. ”About 30 minutes i think, but it doesn’t matter, i like to spend time with you “ i said. ”Me too, but my bladder will burst, if i can’t go soon “ she said and opened the button of her shorts. ”I am sorry, I should not have drink the coffee and this large mineral.” she said and caressed her bulging bladder. She opened the second button of her shots, to give her bladder more room. Her belly was swollen and her bladder was bulging out like crazy. ”Oh my god! How much are you holding down there?” I asked. ”I don’t know, but definitely to much!” she said. I could not get enough, I wanted more so i asked “ how long are you holding it?” ”Since 7 a m and i am needing to wee since before noon, but that was not the real problem, this coffee and this extra large mineral, what you made me drink on my already full bladder is my problem. It is torture total for me and my bladder. That hurts so bad that it is hardly to endure.” she said. ”Your belly and your bladder is so amazing! May i touch it?” I asked. ”It looks like you enjoy to see me suffer like this?!” she said. ”Yes, i am sorry but i love it, I love it so much, you can’t not even imagine how sexy you are, desperate like that. “You look always sexy, but you are much more sexy, if you need to wee like this, do you let me touch your belly?” I was beginning. ”Yes, but don’t press and push on it! I’ll pee my shorts, if you would do that!” she said. ”You can piss everywhere if you want, in your shorts, on my seat on my hand, but the best would be if you hold it. You make me total crazy with your bladder so full  “ i said and pressed soft on her big, rock hard and totally overfilled bladder. Min while we had passed the road working part and we was on the country road. We were both crazy, she from needing to wee and i from hornyness. I pressed and pushed her bladder, she was shaking from needing to go. 10 minutes later she begged me to stop, because she was start to leaking. ”I can’t anymore, it’s coming out, i absolutely can’t hold it any longer, let me piss somewhere, my bladder hurts so bad, i think it will burst in a few minutes, if you don’t let me go!” she was begging. I could see a dark and wet patch between her thighs. I had to stop now, or she really would have pissed herself, but i had to ask her, i wanted to hear it” can’t you really hold it anymore? ,You said that you would be able to hold it until we are at  home. I think i should drive you home.” ”Oh no i can’t no more, let me pee, please let me go “ she begged. She had her hand inside her shorts and pressed one finger hard on her peephole. I did drive from the country road away in a little wood. As soon as i stopped, she opened the door, pushed her shorts down and started to piss before she could squat. She pissed and pissed , it was hissing out from her slit finger thick. After she was empty, she was standing up, she had no panties under her shorts, her shorts were under her knees and she was totally naked in front of me. Her slit was still wet from her, strong smelling wee, but i had to fuck her, there was no other way, i simply had to and she did love it too. After a while, we fucked a second time!
Commission for a wonderful customer over on my Tumblr (squirmymochi)! I will soon make a commissions post here, but for now you can find that info on my Tumblr, as well as headcanons and drabbles/scenarios. -- also on Ao3 -- Syo has been shifting in his seat every few minutes for the past forty-five minutes, his movements becoming less subtle and more frequent as STARISH’s meeting has drawn on, and if Natsuki is being one hundred percent honest, it’s making it pretty hard to focus on whatever they’re supposed to be talking about. It’s not that he’s not interested in what Haruka and the others are saying, or excited for their next project. Of course he’s excited! It’s just--how is he supposed to help his group mates pick a release date for their next album when he can tell Syo is so clearly itching for another kind of release? Natsuki has known Syo since they were kids, so of course he’s picked up on all of Syo’s mannerisms. But even without that kind of knowledge, it doesn’t take a genius to tell that Syo is suffering from an uncomfortably full bladder, and has been for the better part of an hour. His friend’s arms are braced against his knees, hands balled into fists against his legs, back and shoulders stiff with tension. He’s got his lip caught between his teeth and he’s burning a hole into the table in front of him with his eyes--Natsuki isn’t even sure if he’s blinking anymore. “Well, that wraps up today’s meeting!” Haruka announces brightly, clapping her hands together. The noise seems to startle Syo--he starts in his seat, letting out a quiet gasp that only Natsuki seems to hear. “Good job today, everyone. Go rest up for practice tomorrow, and I’ll see you all in the morning!” Natsuki smiles and waves goodbye at the other members as they stand and make their way towards the door, while Syo stays tensed in his seat beside him. He makes no move to get up until everyone else has left the room, and even then he sits still, jaw clenched. “Come on, Syo-chan,” Natsuki says, touching his boyfriend’s shoulder gently. “Don’t you want to get up?” Syo flinches away ever so slightly, but Natsuki doesn’t take personal offense to it. “It’s not gonna get easier if you just sit there,” he chides, standing himself and offering Syo a hand. “Come on, don’t you want to get to the bathrooms before they’re locked up for the night?” At that, Syo’s head snaps up, and he fixes Natsuki with a glare. “I-I don’t need to go to the bathroom!” he protests, his face reddening. “I’m fine!” Ah, so he’s being stubborn, Natsuki thinks, a small smile gracing his lips. Syo shifts in place for a few seconds before continuing, “Besides… The meeting ran late. The toilets are already locked.” Natsuki glances up at the clock, and sure enough, the meeting had gone on a bit longer than usual. He’d been distracted by the way Syo had been moving his hips, lifting his ass off the seat for barely a second at a time before letting it fall back down again, and hadn’t paid much attention to the time. “Well, we should get back to the dorms then,” he reasons, wiggling his fingers at Syo invitingly. “Come on, let’s go. I’ll cook you dinner when we arrive.” He’s expecting a jab at his cooking skills, but Syo barely even seems to register the comment. With a hiss, he pushes himself into an upright position, ignoring Natsuki’s hand and bracing himself against the table as gravity takes its toll on his bladder. His legs twist into each other, knees knocking and thighs squishing together as he rocks his hips from side to side, doing his best to hide his (very clear) need as he fights to get it under control. Natsuki’s eyes lock onto the movement until he catches himself, looking to the side guiltily until the rustling of Syo’s clothes subsides. “Ready to go home now, Syo-chan?” he asks gently, looking pointedly at Syo’s face rather than his body. Syo nods tersely, turning around and stalking towards the door stiff-legged, not quite able to hide the wobble of his steps or the flush on his cheeks. It’s unfairly cute, and Natsuki can’t even enjoy it because he knows Syo is suffering. He jogs to catch up, falling into step with Syo in the hallway as they make their way towards the dorms. It’s a good twenty minute walk, and with the way Syo is behaving Natsuki isn’t sure they’ll make it all the way before- His face heats up at the thought, and he looks to the side guiltily, glad that Syo is too distracted by his own body to notice the flush on Natsuki’s face. He remembers once, when they were kids, Syo had gotten desperate on a long car ride home from a waterpark. Their parents had asked them over and over again if they needed to stop at a rest station, but Natsuki truly hadn’t needed to go and Syo had refused to admit his need even when Natsuki caught him with his hand between his legs. He’s pretty sure Syo made it home that day, but his pride had almost caused him to wet himself minutes away from relief. Hopefully it doesn’t come to that point today--it would be unpleasant for both of them, and Syo’s pride would probably take weeks to recover from a hit like that. “Hurry up, Natsuki,” Syo snaps, and only then does Natsuki realize he’d slowed to a stop in the middle of the path. He shakes his head once, picking up the pace to catch up with his boyfriend. Syo had paused to wait for him, but he can’t stay still for long--he’s shifting in place, putting his weight on one foot, then the other. His hands are balled into fists at his side, and his face is flushed and scrunched in concentration. Natsuki can’t help but note how utterly cute he looks, though he feels a bit bad about thinking that way while Syo is in distress. (It doesn’t make it any less true, though.) “Come on, Syo-chan,” Natsuki says when he reaches him, brushing a hand along Syo’s lower back to guide him forward. “You don’t want to wait any longer than you have to, do you?” Syo’s cheeks heat up even further, going an adorable shade of red, and he flinches away from Natsuki’s touch moodily. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says, practically turning his nose up at the thought. “I’m fine. Just a little tired is all.” “Of course, Syo-chan,” Natsuki agrees, indulging in Syo’s desire to appear normal. “Well, let’s go home so you can rest up.” Syo grunts in agreement, his jaw tightening as he starts walking again. He’s even stiffer than he had been before, and his hand keeps twitching at his side like it’s just itching to bury itself in his crotch, with or without his permission. Natsuki does a mental tally of everything he’d watched Syo consume over the last few hours. There was a whole bottle of water spread throughout the day, with a refill at lunch, not to mention the milk Natsuki had bought him right before the meeting which had been downed almost instantly. (Syo and his dairy products--he really should have expected as much.) That has to be at least sixteen to twenty ounces throughout the whole day, and now that he’s thinking about it, Natsuki is pretty sure he’d only seen Syo head to the bathroom once, during lunch. That explains why he’s so temperamental, and so eager to get back to the dorms--Syo has never had much in terms of bladder capacity, and if Natsuki had drank the same amount he had and only pissed once since, he would probably be feeling the effects of all that liquid too. The thought is oddly exciting to him, but he tamps those feelings down--even though it’s a little bit harder to do now that Syo is making that I’m desperate but doing my best to hide it face in front of him, brows pinched and lip drawn between his teeth. Little beads of sweat have sprung up on his forehead as he shuffles along, even though it’s not hot at all outside. His breath is coming in short puffs, like he’s taking five in the middle of dance training, but Natsuki knows it’s not just the walk that’s leaving him short on air. “Let me know if you need to take a break, Syo-chan,” he says, doing his best to sound comforting. “We can always stop somewhere, if you’d like to sit down for a minute.” “I’m fine,” Syo insists, but his voice wavers in the middle, dangerously close to breaking. “Stop worrying about me, already.” Fat chance of that, Natsuki thinks to himself, eyes roaming the campus. They’re still a good ten minutes away from their dorm, maybe fifteen if they keep moving at a snail’s pace. His eyes catch on a deserted corner of the campus, a bit of an alley where students usually go to smoke or hook up. At this time of day, most of those illicit activities are probably being done elsewhere, and with that thought in mind, the suggestion spills past his lips before he can stop it. “There’s a secluded area back there,” he tells Syo, who turns to look at him with Obviously I know that written across his face. “If you’d like, we can make a--er, a pitstop on the way back to the dorms…” The flush that had previously faded from Syo’s cheeks and ears comes back with a fierce vengeance, turning his whole face into a cherry red (and extremely cute) mess. “Wh-What are you talking about?!” Syo exclaims, glaring through the embarrassment. “A p-pitstop? Why would I need to even- Ugh! And even if there was something that was making me uncomfortable, of course I wouldn’t go- I mean, take care of it in an alley of all places!” “I just thought-” Natsuki tries, holding his hands up in defense, but Syo doesn’t seem to want to listen. “I’m not a little kid anymore, Natsuki,” he snaps, turning around and continuing to stalk towards the dorms. “I can take care of myself. And I certainly would never- in an alley of all places! Why would you even think of such a thing, idiot?” His words would sting, but the way his knees bend into each other on each step and the sway of his hips as he moves kind of take the bite out of everything he says. It seems like all of Natsuki’s suggestions are just stalling Syo from getting to the bathroom he needs so terribly, so Natsuki takes the hint and shuts his mouth, glancing towards the alley one last time before he follows Syo towards their building. It isn’t long until they stop again, though this time it isn’t Natsuki’s fault. They’ve made it a good three minutes further into their journey, in complete silence so as to not inconvenience them further, when Syo suddenly gasps and freezes in place. Natsuki looks at him in alarm, just in time to see Syo’s hand dart towards and away from his crotch in the span of half a second. His legs snap together and he wiggles in place, face scrunched and teeth grit behind parted lips, as he struggles to overcome what appears to be an intense wave of desperation. “Haah… ahh…” he pants, his voice breathy and fluttering. It sounds almost forbidden, like the sigh of an actor in an erotic film, only this time it’s Syo making those noises instead of some stranger. The noises go straight to Natsuki’s own crotch, and he’s suddenly glad there’s no one around to see either one of their struggles. He takes a step forward, reaching out to push the hair that’s plastered to Syo’s forehead away from his eyes. “You can do it, Syo-chan,” he says gently, stroking Syo’s cheek with the backs of his fingers. “You’re doing so, so well for me. Just ten minutes more, and then you can go, okay?” “Ah… I…” Syo turns away from Natsuki’s touch, embarrassed, as Natsuki watches him press the heel of his hand to his crotch for a couple of seconds. It’s not a full-on grab, but anyone who saw it would most likely be able to tell what’s going on. (Either they’d realize he has to pee, or they’d think he’s getting himself off, but Natsuki is pretty sure nobody would believe Syo would do that, even with a gun to his head.) He keeps brushing Syo’s hair away from his face as Syo slowly gains control over himself, until at last he removes his hand from his groin and straightens up again. (Well, as much as he can straighten up while nursing a bladder full of piss. He refuses to look Natsuki in the eyes, shame coloring his face, but he doesn’t snap at Natsuki to leave him alone, either. “Let’s hurry,” he says, his voice wavering. Natsuki nods understandingly, letting his hand slip against Syo’s lower back once again as they continue their journey. He tries to keep it together on the outside, for his boyfriend’s sake, but on the inside he’s a mess of conflict and confusion. He wants Syo to make it more than anything--wants him to be comfortable again, to avoid embarrassment and humiliation. But every time Syo bumps his hip against Natsuki’s in an attempt to squirm subtly, every time he lets out a soft grunt or pant or, god forbid, high-pitched whine, Natsuki gets more and more… excited, in ways he definitely shouldn’t be. He shouldn’t be enjoying Syo’s suffering, and yet here he is, with a half-hard cock and an aftertaste of guilt on his tongue. He watches Syo clamp his thighs together, raising one foot off the ground slightly and bending his leg inwards until it’s almost across the other, and it sends another spark of arousal through him. God, he thinks, this version of Syo is too cute to be legal. “Natsuki,” Syo gasps, jerking to a halt as his hands fly to his crotch. It’s a full on grab this time, his fingers wrapped around his dick through his crisp white pants, and Natsuki is pretty sure that Syo had just leaked, even if it isn’t visible yet. He’s also fairly sure that Syo had said his name on reflex and probably hadn’t even realized it, which is both endearing and hot at the same time. “You’re so wonderful, Syo-chan,” Natsuki tells him, because he doesn’t know what else to say. He could always suggest they go back to the alley, but it’s probably too far away to be of any help anyway, and besides, Syo probably hasn’t warmed up to the idea of public urination in the last few minutes. (Then again, maybe the pressure in his bladder has gotten so bad that he’s willing to let loose anywhere just to gain some relief.) “Natsuki,” Syo says again, turning his head to the side to meet Natsuki’s gaze. His eyes are shining with wetness, desperate in more ways than one, and Natsuki can barely stand to look at him like this. He leans down to press a kiss to Syo’s temple, reaching over to pull the hat off of Syo’s head before it can fall to the ground. “You’re amazing, love,” he tells him reassuringly. “So strong. I know you have to go, even though you won’t admit it.” “Nngh… I…” “Just bear it for a little bit longer,” Natsuki promises him, glancing up towards their building. They’re maybe seven minutes away at most, but they’re slowing down the closer they get and Syo keeps stopping in his tracks to shift in place. He hasn’t moved since he first grabbed at his dick, though he’s trembling beneath Natsuki’s hand. “I… ah… I don’t k-know if I can-” “Of course you can,” Natsuki says softly. “You’re Kusuru Syo! You can do anything you set your mind to.” He kisses Syo’s temple once again, rubbing his shoulder gently before pulling away. “Come on, now,” he prompts, taking a step towards the dorm. “You don’t want to do that kind of thing out here. Anyone could see you, you know.” It’s that thought that seems to motivate Syo to move again. He manages to pull one of his hands away from his cock, though the other remains locked firmly around the base, and winces as he takes a step forward. “Ah,” he moans quietly, a bead of sweat dripping off the tip of his nose--and maybe that’s not the only thing that’s dripping, if the teeny tiny wet patch on the front of his pants is any indication. (God, even that’s cute. Natsuki is seriously fucked up.) “Five more minutes,” he says, with no way of knowing if it’s true or not. Sure, they’re only a few minutes away from the building, but after that it’s a matter of getting to the elevators, and then down the hall, and that’s not even taking into account the chance of bumping into one of their classmates on the way there. Natsuki isn’t sure Syo can handle letting go of his crotch at this point, but he’d probably die of humiliation if anyone saw him like this. “Ungh…” Syo takes another shaky step towards the building, practically folded in half at this point. Natsuki wishes he could do something to help, provide Syo with some privacy or a receptacle to let a little bit out in, or even just loosen his belt or unbutton his pants. He knows how much Syo likes his clothes to fit well, but that tailored waistband must be hell on his tortured, overfilled bladder right about now, especially with the pose he’s in. Despite the fact that they seem to be fighting a losing battle, neither boy gives in. Syo takes a couple more seconds to compose himself as much as he can before he lets Natsuki guide him towards their dorm building, one hand squeezing his cock for dear life and the other clutching onto Natsuki’s arm like a lifeline. They’re moving at a snail’s pace, hobbling along like they’ve sprained both their ankles, but even the smallest of steps is taking them closer to relief, which is a comforting thought. Natsuki keeps glancing back and forth between the building and his boyfriend--Syo’s face is set in determination, even with sweat dripping off his brow and his cheeks colored bright red and his lip drawn between his teeth. He looks so utterly cute, Natsuki can barely stand to look away, but he knows he needs to keep them moving before it’s too late. “A-Ahh,” Syo grunts, his grip on Natsuki’s arm tightening along with the grip on his dick. “No… no, unh…” He wiggles frantically in place, his breath coming in short huffs as he fights to hold back the flood for just a few minutes more. They’re right outside of the building now--all that’s left is to get up the elevator and down the hallway, but they might be past the point of making it to their room. Natsuki watches, wide-eyed and blushing, as a small wet patch appears on the crotch of Syo’s pants, his cock springing to attention once again. God, he should not be so turned on by his childhood best friend almost having an accident, but something about the way Syo keeps squirming, combined with the grip on his penis and the frankly erotic sounds he’s making, keep Natsuki absolutely captivated. “Natsuki,” Syo gasps, snapping Natsuki out of his heated trance. He shakes his head once, then draws himself to Syo’s side, taking ahold of his shoulders and rubbing soothing circles with his thumbs. Syo seems to have cut off the leak, but he’s shaking even more violently than before now, and he looks like he might truly explode from the pressure. “We’re almost there,” Natsuki tells him, slipping as much care and confidence into his voice as he can. “You’re so amazing, Syo-chan, coming this far. You’ve had to go for ages, haven’t you?” “D-Don’t… say such, ahh, such embarrassing th-things,” Syo moans, his voice shaking. “Please, j-just help me.” Natsuki nods, circling an arm around Syo’s shoulders and gently pushing him forward as Syo’s free hand joins the other one buried in his crotch. He can feel the heat of Natsuki’s skin radiating through the fabric of his jacket--he really is burning up. “Look, we made it inside,” Natsuki says, trying his best to distract Syo from the unbearable pressure inside his bladder. “It’s a little warm in here, but that’s good. You’re so close, Syo. Just a few more minutes, and you’ll feel so much better, I promise.” He’s lost count of the amount of times he’s promised just a few more minutes, but he doesn’t know what else to say. At the very least, it’s true--they’re already inching along towards the elevator, and Natsuki finally thinks to reach around to bag to pull out their room card. There’s no way Syo will be able to let go of his crotch at this point, and even if he could his hands would probably shake too bad to be able to unlock their door. He also takes it upon himself to press the button to call the elevator, then returns to Syo’s side, whispering comforting things into his hair as Syo shakes and squirms crazily. One of his legs is lifted off the ground and hooked around the other one, trying to squeeze as tight as it can so not a drop more of piss is able to escape. Despite this, the wet patch on the front of his pants seems to have grown a bit, now spanning a diameter of a few inches, the fabric tellingly dark and shiny. At last, the elevator arrives, and Natsuki ushers Syo inside before anyone else sees them. Their room is only a couple of floors up, but every second is counting against them at this point. Syo outright moans when the elevator lurches into movement, and Natsuki can hear a soft hiss coming from his body for a couple of seconds. Syo’s hips jerk erratically, and he keeps making soft, breathy sighs and gasps, unable to keep himself quiet anymore. Natsuki doesn’t think he’s ever seen his boyfriend so desperate for anything before. When the elevator comes to a stop, Natsuki waits with baited breath for the doors to slide open. “Let’s hurry,” he says, grabbing Syo’s arm and pulling him out of the little box--but two steps into the hallway, Syo freezes. “Syo-chan?” Natsuki turns around to look at his friend, but Syo doesn’t meet his gaze. His whole body is bent in half, a stream of wetness slowly but surely trailing its way down his legs at a pace that must be both humiliating and painful. “No, no, no no no,” Syo is crying, his whole body trembling with the effort to cut off the flow, but Natsuki can tell that it’s no use. They’re only about fifteen feet away from their dorm, but Syo has been holding it in so long, he probably can’t wait another second for relief. “Syo-chan,” Natsuki says quietly, stepping forward and reaching out to touch Syo’s shoulder. Syo flinches away once again, then cries out as another gush of pee shoots out of him. “It’s okay,” Natsuki tells him, trying again. His hand lands on the nape of Syo’s neck, brushing the sweaty skin there, and he bends down to press a kiss against the top of Syo’s head. “I d-don’t, haah, want to-” Syo is whimpering, even as disjointed gushes of urine spurt out from between his fingers. “I know you don’t,” Natsuki says softly, “but you can’t hold it in anymore. You’re going to hurt yourself.” “Natsuki,” Syo sniffles. Natsuki gets down on his knees, craning his neck to look his boyfriend in the eyes. “You did amazing, Syo-chan,” he tells him, reaching up to brush a stray tear from Syo’s cheek. “You held in there for so long, even when you were bursting to go. Come on, Syo-chan, you’ll feel so much better when you let go.” “I- nngh, ahh…” Syo gasps, and that seems to be the end of his self-control. A surge of urine splashes onto the floor, gushing out of Syo like a faucet and completely soaking the inner legs of his pants until they turn a dark gray color. Natsuki has to reach up to support him as he finally lets go, his legs going weak and body tipping forward from exhaustion. “Ah… Haah, ohh…” Syo moans, eyes fluttering shut and face going slack as he continues to empty himself. Natsuki watches with fascination as a puddle forms under them, soaking into his own pants where his knees meet the floor, and continuing to spread in a large circle throughout the dorm hallway. Holy shit, he thinks, feeling his arousal flare up again. He really was holding an ocean in, wasn’t he? He looks back up at Syo’s face and finds himself transfixed. If he thought Syo looked cute when he was squirming around with need, it’s nothing compared to the utter hotness of him finally getting relief after hours of holding back the flood. Syo looks orgasmic, his long lashes flared out across his cheeks and his mouth dropped open with relief. They sit there for almost a minute while Syo relieves himself, and only when the stream has finally pittered to a halt does Natsuki find it in himself to stand up. Syo’s eyes flutter open--he seems almost dazed for a second, before he looks down at himself and immediately looks horrified. “I- I didn’t-” he trails off, mouth opening and closing uselessly. His eyes are shiny with embarrassment, and he looks like he actually might be able to cry over this, which Natsuki absolutely can not allow. He reaches over and pulls Syo into his chest, one arm circling his waist and the other reaching up to bury his hand in Syo’s hair. “You’re wonderful, Syo-chan,” he says once again, fervent. “You tried your best, and you did so well. You really are the most amazing person I know.” “I’m not amazing,” Syo argues weakly. “I was… I was so close, and I almost- but now I’m all wet, and I’m getting you wet, and-” “Shh,” Natsuki whispers. “You’re beautiful. You fought so hard, Syo. But nobody can hold it forever, right? Besides, you did so much better than I would have if our roles were switched.” “But I-” “It doesn’t matter,” Natsuki tells him. “As far as I’m concerned, you made it, okay? You did it. You’re perfect, Syo-chan.” “Natsuki…” Syo sounds tearful, but he only pulls away a little bit, to press his cheek against Natsuki’s. “I’m sorry…” “Don’t be sorry,” Natsuki says. “There’s nothing to be sorry for, okay? I’ll help you clean up, and then we can cuddle and watch TV together. Don’t worry about a thing, you hear me?” Syo sniffs once, then pulls away again and wipes at his face with his sleeve. “Okay,” he agrees, which really is a sign of how tired he is. “Of course,” Natsuki says, then smiles as wide as he can. “Now go take a shower and get changed, okay? I’ll deal with the mess out here.” Syo looks like he wants to argue, but one stern look from Natsuki has him retreating towards their dorm. “I’ll do the laundry, okay?” he says instead. “If you touch the hamper, I’ll get mad.” “You got it,” Natsuki agrees with a thumbs up. Syo hesitates, then nods once, turning towards their dorm once again. “And… thank you, Natsuki,” he adds before disappearing inside their room. Natsuki smiles to himself, watching the door until it clicks shut behind him. “Of course,” he says to the empty hallway. “Anytime.” Edited July 6, 2020 by squirmymochi (see edit history)
I had the nice idea of Satan being able to take souls from women in the bathroom line because some people are driven to such desperation that they would even willingly sell their souls just to get to the bathroom faster! I thought it was a nice idea for a story and I hope that you enjoy it as well. So without a further ado here we go. As always can also be read in my blog at https://desperatejill83.livejournal.com/ Selling Your Soul in Line for the Ladies Room Sadie had enjoyed the concert even if the music was even louder than she was anticipating and her ears were still ringing. She wasn't about to miss a single moment of the concert just to leave to use the bathroom as she knew that the lines would likely be enormous. However by the end of the concert her bladder was basically ready to explode. "Well maybe the lines won't be so bad, seeing as this is a big place and they even have indoor bathrooms that I'm sure are meant to accompany large crowds," Sadie said as she stood up and grabbed herself. "Oh my God I am ready to burst!" Sadie ran as fast as she could hoping to beat the crowd but she could see that large numbers of people were bottlenecking her and blocking her way. "Hurry up I really have to go to the bathroom!" Sadie shouted. "So does everybody else!" a woman said as she pushed her way past Sadie and ran towards the direction of the building where all of the bathrooms were located. Unfortunately for Sadie by the time she got to the building there was a line out the door, and her bladder was literally throbbing and aching in pain. "I have to go so bad!" Sadie shouted as she crossed her legs and grabbed herself. Normally she wouldn't like to let herself be reduced to that, but she knew that she had to do something if she was going to manage to hold on and avoid pissing herself. After five minutes of waiting on line with the line not moving a single inch, she knew she would have to do something drastic. Slowly but surely she made her way towards the front of the line, or at least where the line entered the bathroom itself, and tapped a woman on the shoulder. "Believe me I would never normally ask this but I have a real bathroom emergency here and I'm wondering if I could quite possibly cut in line?" Sadie said with a smile. The woman frowned and shook her head. "I've got news for you lady, every last one of us has a bathroom emergency here, so you're just going to have to go to the back of the line and hold it in and wait patiently like all of us do." "But I'm pregnant!" Sadie said as the woman looked at her basically flat washboard stomach. "Well you certainly aren't showing it," the woman said laughing. "I'm in the really early stages of pregnancy would you believe?" Sadie said. The woman laughed. "Well I think you are in the early enough stages of pregnancy that the baby is not yet using your bladder as a human punchingbag, a pillow or a trampoline, so unfortunately that means that you can wait in line like everybody else." Sadie gritted her teeth and walked slowly towards the back of the line which had now grown longer since she had originally gotten on the line the first time. She was so far at the back of the line that she knew that there was no possible way that she would be getting to go to the bathroom anytime in the next hour. Sadie stood there trying her best to hold it but she realized this was going to be a battle that she was going to lose. "I can't wet myself in public, that would be humiliating, I would never live it down," she said as she shifted from foot to foot, staring towards the front of the line with her eyes bugging out of her head. She knew that as she was at a death metal concert that people there were probably a lot more understanding of deviant behavior like wetting one's pants, especially in line for the bathroom, but in an age of social media where everybody has a camera she knew that some jerk would probably make her go viral and she would be forever known as that woman who peed herself in line at a rock concert. "Some line," the woman behind her in line said shaking her head. "I guess they didn't let you cut in line did they?" Sadie shook her head. "Not a chance." "Total bitches!" the other woman said as the two of them laughed. "I'm telling you I would honestly sell my soul to Satan right here and right now if I could just go to the front of the line and avoid peeing myself! I would leave and try to find another bathroom, but I know that we are out in the middle of nowhere, so I don't know what I'm going to do. I feel like there is no way I can make it to the bathroom in time, no way I can hold it for another hour." The woman behind her smiled fiendishly. "Would you really sell your soul to Satan just to get to the front of the bathroom line?" "Absolutely," Sadie said as she laughed and stood there bending at the knees and gritting her teeth. The woman smiled even wider. "Well then you are in luck, because I am the devil herself and I am here to make you an offer you can't refuse." "That's really funny," Sadie said as she laughed nervously and looked ahead at the stagnant bathroom line that hadn't moved an inch. The woman shook her head. "No, I wasn't joking, I really am the devil, and if you are willing to sell me your eternal soul I can make your dreams of urination come true." "Okay this has to be the weirdest conversation I have ever had in a bathroom line before." "I can understand your skepticism, but believe me I have collected a lot of souls in the bathroom line, more than anywhere else, it's the number one reason women sell their souls believe it or not, thank God for bathrooms designed by men, but don't thank him for anything else." "Then why are you singling me out to make this deal to sell my soul? You could probably get any of these women's souls or a large number of them right now with the same offer." Satan started laughing loudly. "What is so funny now?" Sadie asked, not exactly amused at her situation. "Nothing, it's just you are at a death metal concert, so most of these women, well I already have their souls. But simply going to a death metal concert doesn't mean that you are automatically damned, it just is that most people who go to one have already embraced me and my teachings. But you seem to like the music but are a genuinely good person and those are the souls that I want to collect the most. So what do you say, will you sell me your eternal soul just so that you can go to the bathroom and avoid public humiliation and a viral video on the Internet of yourself by wetting yourself?" Satan snapped her fingers and out of nowhere appeared a contract. "Where did that come from?" Sadie asked. "Like I said, I'm the devil, I have ways of making these things happen. If I need a contract to obtain a person's soul all I need to do is snap my fingers and there it is." "You don't have to have this reviewed by a lawyer or something like that?" Satan laughed again. "I am the queen of lawyers honey, now my time is valuable even if I have all eternity, so do you want to sell me your soul or not?" "Okay I'll humor you and I will sign it," Sadie said as she went to sign the contract with a pen that Satan had produced, which looked like a bony finger and smelled of brimstone. "Wait a minute, I'm not doing anything like signing over my power of attorney or something like that am I?" "No, you are not doing anything stupid like signing over your power of attorney or anything that's going to have negative consequences for your life, it merely states that you are willing to to sign over your immortal soul to me so that you won't have to spend an hour waiting in line for the bathroom and peeing your pants in the process." "When you say it like that it sounds like signing over my immortal soul just to save time in a bathroom line sounds like something stupid." Sadie felt a spasm in her bladder. "But on the other hand I'm about to piss myself." She signed the contract. "Excellent," Satan said as she snapped her fingers and the contract and pen disappeared in a puff of smoke. Sadie was about to say something when all of a sudden the smoke cleared and she found herself standing at the front of the bathroom line. "Hurry up, we can't wait all day!" the woman in line behind her said. "Oh my God, it was really true, that woman was actually Satan, which means I must have sold my immortal soul simply to avoid a bathroom line! The implications of this are wide-ranging and are making me tremble down to the very pit of my soul, although that's maybe the trembling from me trying to hold my very full bladder." "Are you going to give me a speech or are you going to go to the bathroom, because I could go ahead of you maybe," the woman said as she started moving towards the stall. "Absolutely not, I sold my immortal soul for this, so I'm going to enjoy it!" Sadie said as she opened the bathroom door and ran inside. As she went to sit on the toilet she realized that it was soaked with piss and that it was filled to the brim with toilet paper and other things that she would rather not think about. She went to flush it but it wasn't working. "You have to be kidding me, I sold my immortal soul for this!" Sadie shouted as she shook her head. "You would think if you are selling your soul to go to the bathroom that you could at least have some quality control. But I guess that's why you shouldn't make a deal with the devil. On the other hand God made it really difficult for women to go to the bathroom easily in a timely manner, so maybe Satan really is the good guy, or the good girl in this case. Then again-" "What are you doing, are you talking to yourself in there or are you going to go to the bathroom?!" the woman behind her said as she pounded on the stall door. "Well it's not the best toilet in the world but it's better than peeing myself," Sadie said as she sat down on the toilet and began having the most satisfying pee of her life. "You know what that was almost worth the price of my immortal soul. I'm afraid about my immortal afterlife now, but at least I won't have to worry about that for many decades, and I will hopefully live a long and full life before that." No sooner than Sadie had said that then all of the sudden the ceiling caved in hitting her on the head and giving her a fatal concussion as everyone ran out of the bathroom screaming. It didn't take long for EMT workers to come and remove Sadie's body from the bathroom and proclaimed her dead on the spot. "It looked like that ceiling was ready to cave in, but just think, it could have been any of these women in line, I guess in this case ironically enough the women at the end of the line were the lucky ones," the doctor said as she proclaimed Sadie dead. When Sadie opened her eyes again she found herself in a place that smelled of brimstone. Annoyingly she also felt the fullness in her bladder had not only not gone away, it was stronger than ever. She looked around her and saw herself standing in an endless line snaking off into the distance. "Where am I?" Sadie asked as she looked around. The woman from before that she had signed the contract to came over to her. "You signed over your immortal soul to me, and unfortunately when the ceiling of that bathroom caved in and killed you that means that I immediately got to collect." "So what, am I going to spend eternity boiling in a lake of fire now?" Sadie asked. Satan laughed. "No nothing like that, hell is a bit more creative than that. Just sending people to burn in a fiery pit seemed rather uncreative on our part. That is why we decided that as part of the new management that everyone will have their own personal hell that they will have to endure for all eternity." "So what's my personal hell?" Sadie said as she grabbed herself, feeling agonizing pain in her bladder. "You're in it right now!" Satan said as he pointed to the seemingly never-ending bathroom line. "A really long bathroom line, how long is this line anyway?!" "For all eternity, it is never ending," Satan said as she laughed loudly. "And you can't step out of the line or leave the line ever, even though you will be seeing lots of people leaving the line to go pop a squat on the side." Sadie also looked off in the distance and saw a men's room that was completely empty with men walking in and out at virtually lightning speed in a never ending revolving door. "This hardly seems fair!" "Well that's why you should never make a deal with the devil honey, have a nice eternity," Satan said as she walked away. Sadie grabbed herself and looked at the never-ending line in front of her and thought to herself at least she would have an interesting philosophical quandary to deal with while she was waiting in line forever.
So I was pretty happy with my first attempt at a story on the forums, but next I wanted to write something a bit more grounded, with fewer central characters and a little more pace to it.  This story will contain sexual content (nothing extreme, violent or overly explicit, though, as per the guidelines), a good deal of messing and a (hopefully) realistic amount of swearing- I know that plenty in the community aren't into one or all of those things, so feel free to skip this story if it's not your cup of tea. As it's about young people in the UK, themes like alcohol will feature and other mature topics like drugs may be explored, but I will leave a warning at the top of each chapter if it contains any content that I believe some people would rather not read about. I've never written anything like this before so I hope you all enjoy. P.S: It's really important to me that all of my stories handle themes like gender identity and sexuality in a mature and respectful way. If you have any issues with the way my writing portrays any of these topics, I'd really appreciate it if you let me know so I can educate myself and get better! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A heavy thud on an alley floor. A high-pitched shriek that cut through the murmur of the crowd. Scarlet and indigo, flashing alternately in dim light.  Becca knew it was a strike from the moment the heavy ball left her hand. She'd pulled off one of those rare bowls that didn't swerve, didn't roll, just glided down the smooth alley like a cannonball and sent all ten pins flying with a satisfying rattle. Playing it cool, she turned as soon as the pins toppled and strutted back to her seat. The other player in the game, who also happened to be her closest friend, looked less than impressed.  "You're so lucky," Hannah insisted for the fourth time that evening.  "All skill, baby," Becca smirked, draining the bottom of her cocktail glass, "there's no such thing as luck in this game". This, of course, was untrue; both of them knew that Becca had hit at least a couple of lucky shots, but she wasn't about to confess. "Oh, and you being three drinks deep probably isn't helping," she added.  "That's bollocks!" Hannah protested, "If anything, alcohol makes my aim better". The shorter girl rose from her seat to take her next turn, scouring the rack for one of the lighter balls.  "In that case, I'd hate to see you bowl sober". "You have seen me bowl sober," Hannah reminded her, "and I sucked even harder". Becca let that point slide, caught up in other thoughts. Perhaps it was the booze, but she couldn't help taking in the view as her friend selected a ball. Hannah hadn't bowled a single strike yet, and several of her shots had gone straight into the gutter, but she still refused to settle for anything less than the perfect instrument. Still seated, Becca was treated to the perfect eyeline to admire what she saw, and it would have surely been rude to pass up such an opportunity. Hannah had squeezed into her tight black jeans for the occasion, showing off a figure to be proud of for any pair of eyes that might wander down there. Becca had always loved those black jeans, but she doubted very much that Hannah expected Becca's eyes to be among those enjoying them. Much to Becca's growing frustration, her friend was- at least so long as she could tell- totally straight.  Hannah finally identified the ball she was after, a small blue globe with tight holes that were a perfect fit for her slender fingers. She turned to Becca and, with the kind of unjustified confidence that only a tipsy person playing a game they were terrible at could exude, told her to "watch and learn". It was blatantly clear that Hannah was as shocked as anyone when, after a half-stumble in the run-up, the ball caught perfectly and took down every pin in a mirror image of Becca's earlier strike. With a disbelieving squeal, she span on one heel towards the seats, both arms raised in triumph.  "Holy shit," Becca laughed, getting to her feet in mock applause, "now that was lucky".  "Maybe, but I don't care! I actually got a strike!" Hannah pulled her in for a tight hug, overwhelmed by drunken joy. Without really thinking, she kissed Becca hard on the lips- a platonic kiss, fun but not passionate, fuelled by sheer adrenaline. When she broke away, both girls were grinning, riding the high of Hannah's unexpected success. The pair may have only had three drinks each, but they'd been strong enough to propel them into what Hannah called the 'hugging phase"- not to mention quickly fill up both bladders, as was inevitable on any night out. Both ladies had plenty of experience in that department- when Becca had to pee, as she had to pee now, she could go from fine to desperate in a matter of minutes, and Hannah wasn't much better.  "Calm down, mate," Becca said with a laugh, "you're still getting thrashed".  "A strike is a strike, I can die happy now". "That may be true, but I've got the last go coming up, so even if you were a teeny tiny bit close to my score I'd still be about to kick your arse," Becca pointed out, stepping up to take her final shot as her friend finished her last cocktail. It swerved at the last moment and ended up in the gutter, but Becca couldn't care less. Although she would rather die than show it, the kiss was the only thing on her mind while the final scores were announced. That and going for a wee soon, she thought. Her body had rapidly stepped up efforts to persuade her to empty her bloated bladder.  "Where to next?" "It's..." Hannah checked her phone quickly, "just gone eight now. We can head to one of the bars, I can pick up some hot guys..." she said with a wink. Becca rolled her eyes lovingly. "Yeah, you really are a magnet for the, um, hot guys".  "Oi, shut up," Hannah giggled, "and don't worry. I'm sure there'll be plenty of hot girls for you too".  "Alright, you can pick the club," Becca conceded, "but I'm going to the toilet before we leave, I'm busting for a wee".  Hannah burped softly. "Alright, I'll meet you right outside". She also had to use the loo, but didn't fancy the long walk across the building and resolved to hold it until they reached the club. Becca made her way down the rows of alleys towards the bathrooms, which she remembered from nights out of the past. They weren't kept in the best condition, and always smelt strongly of toilet cleaner to her, but they were infinitely more attractive to her than the prospect of waiting another ten minutes. Feeling the alcohol more clearly now she had been walking, the young woman slipped into a stall, unbuttoned her jeans and sat down. A thick stream started up almost instantly, blessing her with relief from the ache of her bladder, but Becca quickly lost focus on the wee. Inspecting the lacy black underwear, her suspicions were confirmed- they were damp, but not with urine. Whether the alcohol was culpable or not, her stolen glances at Hannah's curves and the subsequent kiss had had more of an effect than she'd realised at the time.  When Becca went to gently wipe after finishing her wee, an unexpectedly sensitive response to the paper touch made her shiver. She dropped the single sheet into the yellow-tinged water. Before pulling up her panties, though, she slipped a thin wad of toilet roll inside to protect them from any further damage.  Hannah was waiting in the cold southern English air outside the bowling alley.  "How are you feeling?" she asked as they began to head along the street towards the nightlife side of town.  "A bit drunk," said Becca shortly, "but at least I don't need a wee anymore".  "That's the best way to be, Bex," Hannah grinned. 'Bex' was her affectionate nickname for Becca, and to this day was a name that absolutely nobody else called her by. "My mum used to say that a night out you remember isn't a night out worth remembering".  "Your mum is full of shit," Becca snorted.  "I couldn't agree more, babe," Hannah said, "but I love her". "I love her too. Now, let's go and get smashed, yeah?" Hannah put her arm around Becca as they walked. In the stiff October evening air, her warmth was wonderful.  After several minutes of walking and chatting tipsily, Becca noticed a troubled look on her friend's face. Hannah had started walking more slowly, and had a hand resting flat on her stomach. It didn't take a detective to work out what the problem was. "You alright, Han?" asked Becca kindly. Alcohol always made it easy for her to slip into protective mode every time another girl needed help.  "Yeah, I'm fine. I regret not having a wee at the bowling alley though, those drinks have gone right through me". "Gin always goes right through you, mate. I should have dragged you into that loo with me. Oh well," she said reassuringly, "it's lucky that we're only around the corner now". But when they turned onto the street where the Revolution stood, the friends were met with a dismaying sight. The queue for the club stretched for a dozen metres, which could be at least a ten minute wait. "Can you hold it, babe?" Becca asked sympathetically. Hannah thought about it for a few seconds, then shook her head, slurring her words slightly as she replied. "Doubt it. Might need to visit that alleyway". They crossed the empty road, but rather than turning right towards the club, the pair headed left and ducked into a narrow side-alley. Hannah and Becca were no strangers to this particular pathway- it was a frequent spot for drunk students too desperate to make it to the nearest real bathroom, and both girls had been rescued from many an accident by it on nights out of the past. On this particular occasion, the alley was empty, and Becca stood watch while her friend squatted and pissed a powerful jet onto the concrete.  "Look out below!" Hannah giggled as she urinated. In her tipsy state, Becca took a few seconds to decipher the comment- but when she looked down she gasped and leaped out of the way moments before her friend's strong-smelling wee hit her fancy shoes.  "I hate you," Becca grumbled as Hannah finished up. Without anything to wipe herself, the girl simply shook her hips until she was relatively dry before covering herself back up.  "But you love me, really," Hannah smiled, giving her friend a quick kiss on the cheek as thanks (or perhaps apologies). "Ooh, that feels so much better".  "I'm not surprised, you just peed more or less an entire lake", Becca said, grudgingly impressed.  "Right, where were we?" her friend said as they slipped out of the newly-watered alley and back onto the main street. "Oh, that's right: fit guys for me, hot chicks for you, a lot of booze for everyone. This is going to get very interesting".
This chapter doesn't contain messing, but it does feature something closely related, so if poop/poop desperation isn't your kind of thing, this is your advance notice! Enjoy! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- By the time Hannah woke, sunlight was already seeping in through the blinds. The city outside had been awake for several hours, but her eyes opened groggily as she adjusted to her surroundings. She was in Becca's room, which wasn't anything unusual. After being friends for nine years and drinking together for three, sleeping over had become a fairly common end to their nights out. It saved Hannah some extra walking, and they got to hang out in the morning- neither of them minded sharing a bed after such a long time.  Even drunk, Hannah always slept facing the wall. Bleary-eyed, she tried to recount the events of the night before, but everything after her trip to the alleyway was totally blank. She supposed that was to be expected; a headache and a growl in her stomach served as evidence of just how much they'd drunk, but she must have remembered to end the night with some water before bed, because the hangover wasn't nearly as bad as it could have been. Inevitably, the other consequence of last night's consumption was making itself known: she needed the toilet, and badly.  Rolling over, Hannah was met with a familiar sight. Becca was already awake, head rested on the pillow, scrolling lazily through a phone that had the brightness turned down as low as possible. Hannah couldn't see beneath the duvet they were sharing, but her friend was exposed enough to show that she was at least topless. This reminded Hannah to check what stage of undress she'd fallen asleep in- a quick investigation with one hand confirmed that her bra and panties were still on. Again, this wasn't anything they weren't used to, as Becca's modest student bedroom got pretty hot at night with the two of them in there.  "Morning," Becca yawned without looking away from her phone. Hannah propped herself up on one elbow and asked for the time. "It's almost eleven".  "Eleven? Jesus, how much did we drink?" "Too much, mate. I feel like crap," Becca said, but a small smile betrayed her. "Do you remember anything?" "I remember weeing in the alleyway". "The first or second time?"  "There was a second time?" "I think so," said Becca, frowning, "or maybe I'm thinking of a different night. Everything after nine is pretty much gone". She put her phone down, swung both legs off the bed and stood with the effort and fragility of a hundred-year-old person. "Everything aches," she complained as she started hobbling across the room, making no effort to hide her bare, toned bum. This didn't phase Hannah, who'd seen it all before- it was a deeply comfortable kind of friendship.  "And where do you think you're going dressed like that?", Hannah teased, smiling at the thought of Becca walking to her shared kitchen naked.  "We drunk about a litre of vodka each last night and then slept for eight hours straight," Becca shot back, "If I don't have a poo soon I swear I'm gonna explode". She staggered into the ensuite bathroom and sat on the open toilet, not bothering to close the door.  "Well hurry up, please," Hannah said seriously, "you know I always get desperate to take a dump the morning after a night out". Becca cheekily stuck out her tongue at her friend as her bowels started loudly evacuating into the bowl, spattering against the water. "Sorry, Han," said the pooping girl, "my room, my rules. I pay the rent, I get first dibs on the toilet". Hannah could tell there was a lot, and it was a noise she knew all too well, seeing as alcohol always did the same to her stomach. Watching Becca go only made her own need more intense. The smell was pungent.  "Fair enough, but make it quick, or you're going to need new sheets," said Hannah, squirming exaggeratedly to try and prove her point, "fuck, and I need a wee too".  "I hate it when I need both," Becca agreed, trying to show some sympathy despite clearly enjoying being in power, "I wish I could let you go but I'm not nearly done yet".  "Please, Bex, I really need a shit".  "Okay, okay, give me a couple more minutes to finish and I'll get up". But Hannah was already on her feet and heading to the bathroom, running out of time for waiting. She turned, pointed her underwear-clad bum towards Becca and let rip with one of the noisiest farts either had ever heard. Becca recoiled, grabbed her nose and burst out laughing. "You're an actual animal, Han, that's sick," she choked. "That's what you get for not letting me poo, and there's plenty more where that came from, so you'd better get up or it'll be a lot worse than a fart," Hannah threatened.  "Okay, you win" Becca conceded, standing up, "I can hold the rest of mine for a few minutes. You go now and I'll finish after you". Satisfied with the compromise, Hannah took her seat. It would have been impossible not to notice the absolute bomb site of a state that Becca had already left her toilet in; the water had been rendered completely invisible by the first half of her alcohol-fuelled bowel movement. There wasn't much Hannah could do about it, though, and she knew that she was only about to make it much worse.  "So, did you meet any hot guys last night?" Becca said, leaning naked against the sink as Hannah got comfortable.  "I don't think so, otherwise-" she paused as the first of her poo escaped with an audible squelch- "otherwise I'd have woken up with him instead of my best friend in nothing but her socks". She started to pee, and the hiss from her pussy added to the symphony of noise already echoing around the toilet bowl. "You love me, really," Becca teased, "and Jesus, that reeks". "Yours always smell a lot worse than mine," Hannah protested, feeling a thicker log slide out, "I was about to go before you started swanning around in the nude". "Well, I was desperate. And I got up first. You snooze, you lose". You snooze, you lose had been faultless logic for decades and Hannah didn't have an argument for it now. "now hurry up so I can finish, I feel like I still have half of it in me".  "OK, let me wipe first," said Hannah, who felt infinitely better after unloading her bowels. "You can wipe standing up, let me back on the loo now," Becca insisted, and her friend complied. She sighed in relief, continuing her business right where she'd left off as soon as her uncovered butt hit the seat. Hannah tore off two squares of toilet paper, folded them, and began the undignified process of wiping her bottom standing up with her underwear still around her ankles.  "Open up," Hannah instructed. Becca duly complied, spreading her legs so that the filthy paper could be tossed between them and into the bowl to join the sludgy pile that had already congregated. Neither girl thought anything of the fact that this gave Hannah an unobstructed view of her best friend's most intimate areas. Nothing had happened that morning that they hadn't been through together several times before, and any hint of awkwardness was long gone by now.  "That's not gonna flush first time," Hannah warned, using the next piece of toilet paper and feeling it come away coated in liquid poo. "I know, but fuck it," said Becca, "It'll go down eventually". Finally empty, she joined her friend in wiping. For such a skinny girl, Hannah thought it was incredible how much Becca had been holding. Pooping together after a night out had become something of a ritual for the pair- booze equals poos, she would always say wisely- but it still surprised her that there could be so much.  Once the mess they'd made was flushed (after three attempts), Hannah started climbing back into her clothes from the night before, which had been discarded in a pile on the floor before they'd collapsed drunkenly into bed. Becca picked out some cleaner fabric from her wardrobe, and opened the window a little wider in a last-ditch effort to air out the smell of sweat and poop.  "I need a hangover remedy," Becca said as she hooked up a yellow bra behind her back. Hannah was the remedy expert, and almost always knew how to make them feel better after a heavy night. She winked at her friend, buttoning up her jeans and getting to her feet. "Don't you worry, Bex, I've got just the thing".
Thank you both! I know not everyone will be into a story like this but I also know there's definitely plenty that will 🙂 Warning: this chapter contains Spoiler masturbation (f) ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Thanks to Hannah's homemade cure- tea infused with ginger- Becca's hangover was almost completely gone by the time she got back to her room late that evening. She'd spent the first half of the day with Hannah and the second in the library, furiously smashing out an assignment due the next day that she'd left until the last minute. Lunch had been from Tesco and dinner from Subway, an expensive and unhealthy habit she'd fallen into for the sake of convenience on busy afternoons, which she kept reminding herself needed to be cut back on. Fortunately for Becca, she was one of the lucky few who could eat what she wanted without seeming to put on any weight- a quality that Hannah found unbearably jammy.  It had long since been dark by the time her assignment was complete, and Becca felt fortunate that the streets from the student library to her flat were all busy and well-lit at this hour. Rushing across the cobbled plaza that led to her accommodation, she bitterly regretted not taking a warm jacket with her; with a little more foresight she could have predicted that she'd be walking home in the cold of the night. But there was another reason for Becca's hurry. She always refused to use the unclean library toilets and, after several hours straight of working, her bladder was insistent that she empty it sharpish.  However, one of the benefits of living on-campus was that the luxuries of a private loo, a warm shower and a clean bed were seldom far away. Within minutes of leaving the library the student found herself at the door to her building. It was a fairly modern block, so it worked on an electric key system- every key would open the front door, but only her key would unlock her room. Her key which was-  Not in her pocket.  Shit, she scolded herself, and for a moment she felt panic bubbling up. Shit shit shit. Within seconds, though, her fear was abated slightly- she knew exactly where her key was, because she'd lazily left it on the desk in the library and completely forgotten to pick it up on the way out. Stupid goddamn bladder distracting me. Clearly, her only option was to head back to the library and retrieve her only means of getting into her room.  The return trip was significantly more uncomfortable than the outbound journey, and her rapidly-filling bladder was the culprit. Becca had always been prone to urges that developed fast, but even for her this need had come on quickly. She supposed that she could blame that on the Pepsi from Subway. Her situation wasn't desperate yet, but it was heading that way, no doubt about it. And for Becca's body, Desperate Town was usually just the station between Fidget Street and Emergency Valley on the one-way train to Accident City.  Being deliberately careful to act natural inside the building, Becca snuck back in, found her key right where she'd left it and pocketed the damn thing. She contemplated using the library bathrooms on the way back, but quickly decided against it. She didn't need to go so badly, after all, that she'd be happy to take a chance on the dirty public student toilets. She'd always been a girl who preferred to wait until she could use her own loo, for several reasons. She could take as long as she needed to do her business, never had to stay quiet and didn't need to worry about interacting with other people. And if, as it sometimes did, number one needed to turn into number two, well, she could do that as well. She never had to worry about the sounds or smells of her bowel movements when she was at home. So she pressed on to her flat.  By the time the young woman let herself into the building where she lived, her toilet situation had grown infinitely more urgent. Since finishing her assignment, Becca's mindset had gone from I could do with taking a leak sometime soon to you'd better get upstairs right now or things are going to get very uncomfortable. There were four flights of stairs leading to her flat on the second floor; climbing them was a pain in the arse at the best of times, but with a full bladder it was simply a pain, and the weight of her bag wasn't helping.  All of Becca's worries went away, though, as soon as she locked her bedroom door behind her. This wasn't the first time she'd wanted the toilet while walking home, and each time it was the same: the second that latch clicked she knew she'd made it. She wasted no time in de-clothing, her bottom half exposed and ready to go within seconds. She extracted her phone, ready to flick through Twitter as she peed. But upon catching a slight whiff of sweat from under her left armpit, a slightly cheeky idea formed in Becca's mind. It was the kind of thought that refused to be silenced, and the moment she even considered it there was no turning back.  Becca pulled her t-shirt over her head, adding it to the heap of clothes in the corner of the room. Her yellow bra soon followed, along with the pair of socks she'd had on for a whole day longer than was probably hygienic. Even though her bathroom situation hadn't ended up coming close to an accident, she still really had to go, and couldn't help shifting her weight from heel to heel as the shower warmed up. When the water finally started coming out hot, she stepped in, letting the relief wash over her as wee started to flow from her hairless crotch and down her legs.  There was something deliciously naughty about relieving herself in the shower, and she made no effort to stop her hand when it subconsciously began to stroke her pussy. Masturbating in the shower wasn't an uncommon way for Becca to end long, hard days. It did wonders to help release the tension and frustration that had built up over the hours spent revising and typing and revising and typing. For the first time all day, it felt like her fingers were really doing something she wanted to do. Tonight, she felt even more sensitive than usual- perhaps because she hadn't got any relief the night before due to Hannah staying over.  Hannah. The thought entered her mind innocently enough, but before long it twisted and grew into something intrusive, maybe even perverse. Becca was emphatically not someone who made a habit out of wanking over her best friend, but the human mind has a strange way of pushing boundaries when aroused enough, and Becca's mind was certainly horny as she stood in the hot shower rubbing circles. Her memory ventured back without permission to last night's kiss from Hannah in the bowling alley, and how wet it had made Becca. Those thoughts quickly flowed into flashes of the later intimate moment with Hannah in a different kind of alley, when she'd witnessed her friend pissing on the street. Becca had been saved by her makeshift toilet paper pad that time, but she knew she'd got turned on then as well. Which was weird, because it was far from the first time she'd seen Hannah doing a wee, indoors or out.  And yet now, playing with herself in the shower, Becca would have bet money that she was wetter than she had been at any point the previous night, even disregarding the shower water and her urine, which was slowly tapering off. Her free hand reached up and grabbed her slippery breast, and she wondered vaguely if Hannah's boobs felt similar. That was all it took. Leaning against the wall, Becca's orgasm arrived suddenly and joyfully. It held her tight for a moment before fading away, leaving her shaking, letting the shower wash away her white juices.  No sooner had the shower stopped than guilt started to gnaw at Becca. Had she really just cum thinking about her best friend? That was surely wrong. And yet... and yet it had felt so good. She stepped out of the tiny bathroom, wrapping her towel around her waist, pushing thoughts of her misdeeds to the back of her mind. Becca knew that her attraction to Hannah was getting harder and harder to deny, but for now she was determined to enjoy the pleasurable aftermath of the wee and the wank. Critical thinking could wait.  Once she'd dried off all over, Becca slid naked into bed, relieved to find that the last traces of her hangover were nowhere to be seen. She plugged in her phone to let it charge for the night, closed her blinds the final bit needed to completely block out any outside light and rolled over to face Hannah's side of the bed. Hannah's side. Was it weird that she thought of it that way? Before she could analyse this new point, exhaustion finally crept up on the dark-haired girl and she slipped out of consciousness, dreaming of Hannah.
Here's the next part- tried something different with this one! Really keen not to overdo it with the character/story-focused sections in this story. Warning- I'm really doing my best to depict an authentic British student lifestyle with this one, so the second and third parts of this chapter contain strong language and some light drug references (and the third part contains light messing references)- I hope that's not off-putting to anyone reading.  Enjoy! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Come on, Bex, it's Quids In. It'd be rude not to".   "Jesus, Hannah, I've barely recovered from last time!" "But it's one pound a drink. How can you say no to that?" Hannah smirked, looking across at her friend over the table. They'd met up for lunch in the city after sleeping in, as was traditional every Monday, which they both had free. The pair were dancing a delicate dance that they both knew all too well, in which Hannah attempted to persuade her marginally more sensible friend to come out that night while Becca tried fruitlessly to maintain some semblance of responsibility. It was a verbal fencing match, and Hannah almost always won.  "Because we have a lecture at nine the next morning, you absolute freak," Becca said, picking through the last of her chips, "My kidneys already hate me after yesterday morning. Hell, my toilet hates me after yesterday morning". "I can't blame it," Hannah giggled, "but if it's any consolation I'm sure your toilet hates me too. But fuck it, who cares? If the hangover is too bad in the morning we'll just blow off the lecture, you know nobody will notice". There was some semblance of truth to that, Becca knew. Their university ran a policy which didn't punish absences so long as students filled in an online form explaining that they wouldn't be present. It was an easily abused system which both girls were used to utilising after a rough night.  "I'm not sure, Han, we really shouldn't miss this one".  "I'll pay for your drinks," Hannah persisted, "and we can stay at mine so it's a shorter walk". Becca thought about those terms for a second, then reached over and shook Hannah's hand. "Deal" she said.  ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Hannah loved getting ready for a night out. Arctic Monkeys blasting out of her phone speaker, the fresh sensation of stepping out of a warm shower, the scent of perfume and the feeling of slipping on clean lingerie. She could never help getting excited ahead of an evening full of endless possibilities. To Hannah, every night in the city was an opportunity to make good memories, even if they were no longer in her memory by the time she woke up. Her motto- "Try everything twice, unless the first time was properly shit", as she often told Becca- reflected this attitude, and it had been leading her to more joy than despair in the years since she'd started partying.  On this particular Monday evening, Hannah was just finishing applying her make-up when she realised she needed a wee. Preferring to empty herself now rather than after she started drinking (as breaking the seal was a rookie mistake), she headed straight to her tiny en-suite bathroom as soon as the final touches were applied. In her skirt, using the loo was fairly uncomplicated and she slid her panties down around her ankles before she sat.  Nothing came out for a little while. This didn't surprise Hannah, who was used to waiting a few seconds for her stream to start up unless she was desperate. She sat patiently, elbows resting on her thighs, until the first trickles eventually started up. No sooner had she begun than a knock came at the door, making her jump. It was impossible not to feel awkward when she remembered that she'd forgotten to lock her bedroom door, especially as she'd always found it impossible to stop peeing mid-flow, so she tentatively called out a question. "Who is it?" "It's Santa Claus, dumbass," came Becca's muffled voice through the wood. Hannah relaxed; for a moment images of one of her flatmates catching her on the shitter had flashed in the young woman's mind.  "Come in, Bex," she said, relieved. Becca entered, dressed to the nines and looking completely unfazed to find her best friend sitting on the toilet, "you're early as fuck".  "I was bored," Becca replied, grinning guiltily. She was carrying a heavy-looking bag that contained everything she would need for the lecture the next morning, if they could be bothered to go, "I would've waited if you'd told me you were on the loo'. Hanna snorted in a way that indicated that she didn't mind. "You know I don't care if you see, mate. You look good!" It was true. Even though Becca had been the one who'd been reluctant to go out on a Monday night, Hannah had to hand it to her: the woman didn't do things by halves. She'd pulled out one of her favourite dresses for the occasion, and her jet-black hair was braided delicately. Long legs gliding across the room, Becca set down her bag in one corner and sat on the side of her friend's bed.  "Thanks, you too. What are we doing for pres?" Pres- short for pre-drinks (which was short for preliminary beverages, Hannah had joked once)- were an essential component of their nights out. They could make or break an evening. "Flat downstairs, I think," Hannah suggested, still peeing a strong stream directly into the bowl, "they put an open invitation in the group chat earlier".  "Sounds good," Becca said absent-mindedly, "and they always have weed- how long have you been peeing for?" "Oh..." Hannah felt caught out, "I literally started just before you turned up. It hasn't been that long, has it?" "Feels like ages, mate, you must've been desperate". "Actually, no, I barely had to go," said Hannah, "but I'm finishing up now".  "Good, because I need to use your toilet next, if we're heading downstairs. I don't want to be nipping up here for a wee all evening. What drinks do you have?" "A fucking massive bottle of Smirnoff," Hannah said as she wiped, "I'm hoping they'll have mixers. You?" Wordlessly, Becca lifted a huge amount of gin out of her bag, grinning wickedly. "That's going to get you shitfaced," Hannah warned, standing up and readjusting her underwear.  "I know," said Becca proudly, replacing Hannah on the toilet seat as if it was nothing, "and to think you had to persuade me..."  ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Unfortunately for Becca, her plan hadn't proven particularly effective. Despite the pre-emptive wee in Hannah's room, a few drinks downstairs had loosened her bladder right back up again and both girls were making half-hourly trips upstairs to use her toilet. Eventually, one of the girls in the flat where they were drinking took pity on them and lent them permission to use her bathroom and save themselves the walk. On one such visit, Hannah decided to put on her unconvincing serious voice while they were alone together. "I think we should sl-" she hiccupped, "slow down, Bex. Or we won't make it to the club".  "I agree," Becca slurred. "Just water from now on. At least... at least for a lil' bit. Now can you hurry up?" The conversation had taken place in the kind girl's bathroom, with Hannah sitting on the toilet and Becca leaning against the locked door just inches away. They were alternating who got to pee first each time they took a toilet break, as was commonplace on nights like these, and this time Hannah had got first dibs. The problem with being drunk and sharing a bathroom is that whoever goes second often grows desperate in the time that it takes for the first person to finish. That was proving the case here, as Becca couldn't help beginning to squirm and dance in her confined space while Hannah made no effort to hide the relief on her face. "I'm done when I'm done," sighed Hannah happily. "Come on, sis, I'm busting here".  "Go in the shower, then". "I'm seriously considering it," Becca muttered, giving her crotch a quick squeeze for emphasis. Fortunately for her it didn't come to that, as Hannah stood up after a lazy wipe only a drunk student would ever find sufficient and let Becca relieve herself. Already feeling much better, the second woman changed the subject as she peed.  "Did you try any of the stuff they were passing around?" she asked Hannah. "Yeah, I wasn't crazy about it," Hannah said dismissively, "it reeked, and besides, smoking always makes me need a poo".  Becca raised an eyebrow. "What, always?" Hannah stopped talking and scrunched up her face in concentration; Becca could tell she was pushing, which was a risky game, but Hannah was a risk-taker when she'd had a few drinks. But it looked like her bowels were holding strong, because she stopped after a moment and her features relaxed.  "Nah, not this time, I guess," she said finally, "you?"  Becca followed suit, bearing down slightly to test the waters. She felt her bumhole stretch ever so slightly, but nothing else made itself known. "Nothing yet, but I bet I'll be desperate for one later, I always am after a smoke". "You and me both, Bex," Hannah said, inspecting her reflection, "you and me both".  Edited July 12, 2020 by Noot (see edit history)
This chapter contains women pooping and talking about it! —————————————————————- The night only got blurrier with time, as almost everyone around the packed kitchen table lost their inhibitions. Although Becca and Hannah didn't know each person there too well, they were at least on a first-name basis with just about everyone and had a thoroughly good time as the party stumbled their way through just about every drinking game in the book. Hannah elected Becca as her buddy in Ring of Fire while Becca got her revenge by exploiting secrets she knew about Hannah to catch her out in Never Have I Ever. This was standard back-and-forth by their measures, and was all in good spirits.  By 9PM, the friends were undeniably smashed. Both had thrown themselves head-first into every game, unafraid as always to try everything and anything. That included more of the weed from earlier, in spite of Becca's better judgement. As is the way after a decent amount of drinks, the urge to pee was an irritatingly common occurrence at that stage in the evening. Wising up to Becca and Hannah's regular trips out of the kitchen, one of the people playing the game had craftily invented a new rule: to discourage regularly getting up (which broke the flow of the games), every time someone left the room they'd have to complete a forefit upon their return. This effectively meant that the pair had no choice but to minimise their toilet excursions, holding as long as possible before they nipped off to empty themselves. This was still by necessity a regular thing, and it had been half an hour since their last visit when Hannah broke.  "I have to go for a wee now, Bex, I'm desperate", she said in a low voice. "Me too mate, but the forefit-" "Fuck the forefit, I'm going to piss myself in a second". "Yeah, same here. Alright, let's go," Becca agreed reluctantly. The alcohol, coupled with how sociable she'd become in the comfortable environment, was making her bold. She stood up dramatically.  "Excuse me, boys and girls, but my very good friend Hannah here and I are going to have a little wee-wee," she said drunkenly. They staggered out of the room, joining in the gales of laughter. The bedroom of the nice girl, who's name was Alice, was at the opposite end of the corridor from the kitchen. Both woman were looking forward to relieving themselves, bickering about who should get to pee first as they reached the room. Becca let herself in with the electric key Alice had lent them, and Hannah pushed in front to grab the bathroom doorknob. But they weren't even remotely prepared for what they saw when she swung it open. Alice was sitting on the toilet, jeans and underwear bunched around her ankles. Her face was red and screwed up in concentration, and for a moment she didn't seem to notice the arrival of the two girls. All three women were had been drinking, which must've slowed down their reactions, because it took a few seconds for any of them to process the shock. In that time, though, the damage was done- the two friends had been given an unexpected and unobstructed view of the dark pubic hair of a girl they barely knew. It was Becca who eventually slammed the door, apologising profusely.  "Sorry, Alice, we didn't know you were in here," she said through the wood. The heavy main bedroom door had closed automatically, and suddenly it was pin-drop quiet in there. "It's alright, girls, I should've locked the door," said the older student, "I just forgot because... well, I was in a bit of a rush". "You OK?"  "Yeah, just having a number 2," came Alice's muffled reply, "drinking always makes me desperate for one".  "I know that game," muttered Becca to nobody in particular, before raising her voice. "How long will you be? We're a bit desperate out here ourselves," she admitted, starting to become aware that she was crossing her legs. "Sorry, girls", Alice said sheepishly, "But I'm nowhere near done yet. It's kind of...." she paused, and Becca got the feeling she was too embarrassed to say it out loud. "Stuck halfway?" Becca asked empathetically. Alice laughed and confirmed the theory. "God, I'm sorry if that's T.M.I.. I get... really overshare-y when I'm drinking". Becca could hear the strain in her voice as she struggled. "Oh, no, don't worry about it," Becca said dismissively. She was trying to keep her cool, but a glance to her right told her that Hannah was near breaking point, and Becca didn't feel far off. Their bladders couldn't afford to wait for a constipated drunk girl- not even a lovely constipated drunk girl. "We're gonna go upstairs, mate. Take your time!" "OK, sorry!" Alice squealed again. After an agonising trip up the stairs to Hannah's flat (in which Becca was kind enough to let a visibly-busting Hannah go first), they returned to the games feeling much better and taking their forefit- Vodka shots- on the chin. But Becca's earlier prediction was starting to come true. The drugs, booze and fast food from earlier had combined quicker than expected and the slim girl could feel her tummy starting to get to work. Soon after downing the shots, she started to experience the unmistakable seeds of grumbling in her bowels, but told herself it was too soon to go straight back to the toilet. She pressed on with the game, distracting herself by laughing, joking and drinking along with the others, but the water had done it's job well- both girls were feeling far less drunk and participating a lot more in the conversations. Soon, Alice returned to the table, red-faced but looking as though she felt much better. After hours of games, as midnight approached, one of the hosts got up and announced that it was almost time to head to the club. "Everyone meet downstairs in three minutes!" he told them, and any remaining chatter died down as the gaggle of intoxicated students dispersed. Becca didn't move at first, distracted by the latest wave of pressure in her bladder, and trying to decide if there was pressure from anywhere else, too. Hannah interpreted Becca's worry as her friend having had a bit too much booze. She gently took her hand and led her upstairs to her flat, where she firmly sat Becca on the toilet and poured her a glass of water. "Drink this, mate," she said, trying to sound caring as the familiar hissing sound started up again from Becca's pussy, "we don't have to go out if you're too gone". But Becca looked up at her with eyes that, unless she was very much mistaken, were still the eyes of a sober woman. She took the water, sipped it slowly and blinked.  "I'm fine, Han," she cooed, "I'm not drunk. I just needed a wee, that's all. Thanks for worrying". Hannah's concern was soothed quickly; she could see- and hear- that Becca was telling the truth. "OK, good," Hannah said, smiling, "as long as you're sure- for a minute there I thought I was gonna have to put you to bed early!" "Oh, God no," Becca laughed, and the faint traces of her barely-loitering drunkenness were visible once again, "I'm revved up and ready to mingle," she said with an ironic wink. "That's a relief. Only, can I have a wee before we leave? It's a ten-minute walk to the club". Becca frowned. "Yeah, sorry, it's just that I think I need a shit as well after lunch". "You always blame lunch, Bex. The drugs probably didn't help," Hannah said, lowering her underwear in anticipatio. "This is true," Becca admitted thoughtfully. "Do you mind if I try and squeeze one out before we leave?" "There's not really time, babe," Hannah told her sympathetically, "they'll leave without us if we're not there in a minute, and I'm kind of busting to take a leak before we go too".  Becca knew she was right, and reluctantly got off the pot.  "She's all yours," said Becca as she quickly rinsed her hands. "Ooh, thank you," Hannah gasped, sitting hastily, "from me and my underwear both". "Don't mention it, Han", Becca said. Edited July 12, 2020 by Noot Added content warning (see edit history)
Wrote the last chapter and this one back-to-back, enjoy! Warning: this chapter contains Spoiler the big one: messing. So feel free to skip if you're not into that! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Moments later, they were outside in the windy courtyard, both bladders emptied- for the time being, at least. But as the group set off, Becca was acutely aware that one part of her wasn't emptied at all. Her stomach was undeniably bloated as she walked side by side with Hannah, hoping the queue to enter the club would be short. As they reached the halfway point of the walk, things were looking bleak. Distracting herself seemed Becca's only option. "How long are we staying out for tonight?" she asked Hannah, who was walking briskly with her hands tucked under her armpits in an effort to keep warm. "Not too long, I reckon," Hannah slurred, and Becca noticed that the intoxication had crept back into her voice, "I'll be knackered by two". "Yeah, me too. I hope that..." Becca trailed off as she suddenly felt her stomach drop terribly. The situation was growing more dire. More than ever, her bowels felt heavy and hot, as if something was pushing downwards, trying to escape. Hannah noticed her friend's discomfort right away, even in her less-than-sober state. "What's up, Bex?" she asked in concern. Becca simply grimaced in response, placing a hand on her belly. "Do you need the toilet?" Hannah pressed. Becca nodded silently, tight-lipped. "Okay babe, don't worry, we're nearly by the alley, we can stop there". But Becca shook her head quickly. "No, mate, it's not that. I really need a poo," she explained breathily. Her expression was beginning to venture from discomfort into visible pain. "Can you hold it until we're inside?" Hannah asked hopefully. Becca didn't answer, but the look in her eyes told Hannah everything she needed to know. "Right, let's get you back to mine quickly," she said, taking control of the situation. Becca, usually so composed, seemed close to tears. "Hurry, Han, please. It's really desperate," she whined. Hannah shushed her, told her it would be OK, and began to lead her back to her place.  A minute into the walk back, things had grown extremely serious for Becca and her belly. She was internally beginning to have serious doubts as to whether she could make it in time. She felt as though there were bricks weighing down her stomach, pushing to squeeze their way out. I knew I shouldn't have smoked that stuff, her inner self-critic said harshly. As much as Becca wanted Hannah to think she was in control, there was no hiding the way she was starting to practically waddle along the street. Eventually, she could pretend no more. "Hannah, I'm not gonna make it," she said in a small voice. Hannah looked at her in amazement, clearly trying to stay positive for the sake of her friend. "Don't be silly, Bex, we're almost there. Just think, you're only two minutes away from a nice big dump," she told her, attempting to lighten the mood. "No, Han, you don't get it. I haven't had to shit this badly in years". She paused then, wondering if she could be honest about the humiliating thing she needed to say, but failing to stop herself blurting it: "It's... it's poking out," Hannah's demeanour changed completely at this. She went from faux reassurance to outright alarm, taking Becca's arm and starting to march her down the road. "Right! Let's get you to a toilet!" she cried, determined to do this for her best friend. Ignoring the pained way Becca was shuffling was challenging, but she knew they weren't far away. If she could just get her up the stairs clean... "Oh man, I'm gonna have the biggest skidmarks," Becca complained loudly as they buzzed their way into Hannah's building. Becca shushed her- even hammered, she knew this wasn't a conversation they wanted to be overheard.  "Can you do the stairs?" Hannah asked kindly. "I'm going to have to". "One step at a time, Bex," she whispered shakily. It was only by some miracle that they reached the door to Hannah's flat without any incident. "How are you doing?" she asked solemnly once they were there. "Touching cloth bad," said Becca bitterly. "Please be quick, Hannah".  Hannah was going as fast as she could, but the alcohol was making her fumble. After a few failed attempts, she persuaded the electronic lock to open and the pair made a beeline for Hannah's room. And then- once they were so close- it finally happened.  While she dealt with the final lock, Hannah saw her best friend's petite body stiffen up in the corner of her vision. Her belly began to growl and squelch noisily like a TV sound effect. Her mouth opened softly in a small, silent 'o' of horror. Turning to face her distressed companion, Hannah felt that there was something disconcerting about a look of such fear on a face that had always been so confident, so strong. There was no mistaking the soft, wet crackling sound that was rumbling from Becca's bum. Despite wanting to be discreet and supportive, Hannah couldn't avoid noticing the growing bulge in the back of the other woman's panties, which was spreading consistently before her eyes. To make matters worse, it was by no means a quiet accident; noisy, slippery farts followed as the lump continued to grow. An inimitable scent filled Hannah's nostrils- the odour of shit. There was only one thing that could cause that smell. Right outside the door that led back into Hannah's dormitory, Becca had lost the battle with her body.  Hannah couldn't care less about the smell: she pulled the distraught girl into a tight hug. "It's OK, Bex, you were so close. We almost made it in time". Becca was despondent as she simply let her bum finish filling her underwear, having totally given up. Hannah opened her door at last and ushered Becca inside. As her friend awkwardly turned to side-step past her into the room, the bulge in the back of her clothes brushed Hannah's leg. Sober, this might have grossed her out, but right now she thought nothing of it. "Do you need help cleaning up?" Hannah asked gently, locking the door behind them. Becca shook her head, peeling her dress off over her head immediately, leaving her in just a bra and a pair of knickers stuffed with fresh poo. Hannah was quietly impressed that they'd contained the damage; as the soiled woman turned to the bathroom, she could see that the once-white fabric was now decidedly brown at the back. "No, babe, I've got it. You might want to look away, this is going to be gross".  "Nothing you do can gross me out at this point, Bex," Hannah reassured her. Standing with her legs spread on either side of the toilet, Becca started the cautious process of peeling off her underwear, which was sagging with the weight of the multiple loose logs that had slipped out of her tight crack. Hannah was used to the sight of poo, but never like this before: the bulk of it slowly dropped as the underwear was lowered, eventually sliding off and into the bowl with a heavy splash. Even then, thick skidmarks remained on the inside of the panties and more still was coating Becca's thighs. "Sorry about the smell, babe". "Don't worry about the smell. Are you sure you're okay?" "Yeah, m'alright," Becca mumbled, "in fact, I feel so much better now all that's out of me. I'm sorry, Han, I thought I could make it in time". Hannah was incredulous. "Are you kidding me? I'm sorry, babe. If I'd known it was an emergency I'd have let you go before we left". Becca looked up at her, smiling weakly. She looked genuinely touched that Hannah was willing to take the blame, even after seeing her 20-year-old best friend mess herself right next to the toilet.  "You're sweet, babe. Could you dig me out a spare pair of knickers to borrow? I think these are a lost cause". "We don't have to go out if you don't feel like it", Hannah said uneasily. "Han, it's embarrassing enough that I just pooed my pants. I don't want it ruining our night too". Hannah understood, and by the time Becca's thighs and bum were clean, she'd arrived back at the bathroom door holding a clean pair of knickers and an empty binbag to put the old ones in. Becca gave her a sincerely grateful peck on the cheek and told her she was an angel, before flushing the loo and slipping on the fresh panties.  "You sure you're OK to go back out?" asked Hannah one more time. She'd insisted that the stubborn skidmarks Becca had left in the bowl could wait until the morning.  "I'm sure, babe," Becca said, holding the door open to let her friend back into the corridor, "I'm going to need a stiff drink to forget that ever happened".  Edited July 12, 2020 by Noot (see edit history)
Thanks so much to everyone upvoting and leaving comments! It means a lot to me to know people are enjoying the story. This is another pooping chapter (I promise they won't all be that way from now on 😂), but I'm sure most people who've made it this far in the story are as into that as I am 😏 Enjoy! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Becca's sleep was interrupted all too quickly by movement around her, jerking both sore eyes open suddenly. It took her a couple of seconds to remember where she was: Hannah's room, duvet draped messily over her back. One inhalation through her nostrils told Becca that the room stunk strongly of sweat and farts. It was probably an indication of how close they'd been for so long that she was able to identify the farts as being Hannah's- hers had a unique, nutty smell that Becca had been subject to a lot of over the years, and that was the scent that was lingering in the air as she woke. She soon discovered the source of the movement that had woken her; Hannah had just clambered over her to get out of bed, and Becca got a brief glimpse of the bottom half of her friend's bare butt wiggling from beneath a long t-shirt as she rushed into the bathroom, one hand clutching at the middle of her arse. Unlike in Becca's room, it wasn't possible to see Hannah's toilet from her bed even with the door open, but Becca's ears heard everything in crystal-clear detail: the light-switch flicking on, the mechanical whirr of the automatic fan, the lid of the toilet being flipped up a little harder than was necessary, and then... There was no mistaking the noise that followed. Almost immediately, an explosion rumbled around the room, echoing in the bowl and bouncing off the walls. Hannah moaned in a low voice- well, as low as was possible for Hannah- as that first wave escaped her like a volcanic eruption. The sound of her guts evacuating was soon chased by a squelching splash as what sounded like near-liquid shit attacked the calm water of the toilet. Poor Hannah only got a brief respite before a long, tight fart forced itself from her bum, and somewhere in the middle of the fart it flowed from hot gas into yet more runny poop. Becca couldn't decipher her friend's vocalisations- were they groans of pain, or purrs of blessed relief?  Even though she knew that Hannah would have tried hard not to wake her as she climbed out of bed, there was no way Becca could pretend to have slept through the absolute hurricane of a poo that her friend was still doing, so she got up to check on the shorter girl. It surprised Becca to learn that she was still in her dress from the night before- even more so when she spotted the clean underwear Hannah had lent her sitting on the floor by their shoes. That sight was a sharp and unwelcome reminder of her unmitigated failure to make it to the toilet the night before, so she shut it out of her mind and gingerly poked her head around the corner and into the bathroom.  Her best friend was hunched over on the loo, cheeks flushed brilliantly, hair clinging to her face with sweat. With her knees drawn in tight, waist folded and arms crossed beneath herself, Hannah looked as though she was trying to squeeze her bowels empty by making herself smaller. Even as Becca watched, another noisy splatter was evidence that her friend was still going. At first she didn't notice Becca's arrival because her green eyes were locked shut, face scrunched up, but in-between two waves she paused to take a breath and looked up at the doorway. "Oh, hey Bex," she gasped, "shit, did I wake you up? Sorry". "Don't be sorry, Han, you look like you were desperate," Becca said understandingly. "Yeah, I wanted to wait until you were up so I wouldn't wake you, but I couldn't". She screwed up her features again and grunted while Becca could hear more echoes in the bowl, "I was farting like crazy and eventually I just felt it coming out so I gave up and came here". "Well, thanks for trying anyway, mate. Next time you should just go for it, though," Becca reassured her.  "Hey, did you need to go?" Hannah asked, and now they could both hear a steady stream of pee as well. "I might be a while". She looked guilty. For the first time that morning, Becca remembered to check on her own bodily needs and was surprised to realise she was doing okay. "Nah, just my morning wee and that can wait- you take your time, babe". Becca looked down at the floor, knowing she had to get something off her chest. "Hey Han... I'm sorry about what happened last night. Thanks for being so good about it". Hannah waved one hand lazily in front of her face, as if to say don't mention it, but that didn't do much to cover up the visible discomfort she was in as she continued to have the runs. "It's not like it doesn't happen to everyone," she said. "It's never happened to you- at least as far as I know," Becca pointed out, which didn't get a reply. She had no time to ponder this before a realisation crept up on her. "Wait... what time is it?" "I don't know, mate, I forgot to check my phone before I started shitting my brains out," Hannah said dryly. Becca nipped back to the bedside and was relieved to spot her phone sitting on top of the thick headboard. By some miracle it still had 3% battery. 8:46 AM. "Ah, shit," she whispered to herself. "It's quarter to nine," she called, starting to rummage through her bag for the change of clothes she'd packed the afternoon before, "I'm going to that lecture. You wanna come?" She got another sharp fart in response, followed by Hannah's yawning voice. "Sorry, Bex, you're on your own. I'm going right back to bed once I stop pooing lava". Fair enough, Becca thought silently. Doubtless, she'd have done the same if their positions were switched, but she really didn't want to miss this lecture. Her conscience was already guilty enough about the two she'd skipped the previous week- it made her feel like she was wasting her parent's money, being dishonest somehow. The lecture hall was just ten minutes away by foot, which meant she should still have time to get there and grab a good seat. Dressed and ready in a heartbeat, she was almost at the door when Hannah stopped her, leaning forward on the loo to be visible.  "Becca," she called. Becca stopped dead and looked at her inquisitively. "Remember to take your phone and for God's sake, spray something under your arms before you go. There's a can next to my laptop that will cover up morning sweat like a charm. Oh, and please have a cereal bar from my top drawer to eat on the way or you'll get hungry". Becca couldn't help giving her a sheepish grin. "You know me way too well," she said, disappearing from the door to follow Hannah's orders. "Take one of-" Hannah paused as another squirt pushed it's way out of her uninvited, " -one of the coconut ones, I don't even like those, I don't know why I buy them". After spraying her armpits, Becca grabbed her phone and one of the Alpen bars. She stopped just outside the bathroom again, one hand resting on the handle.  "Thanks, mate," she said, "feel better soon. I'll fill in your absence form". Hannah smiled weakly as her stomach cramped once more, "yeah, that sounds like a fair trade. Enjoy your lecture". Becca shot back a wicked smirk. "Enjoy your dump". And with that, she was gone, still able to hear her friend farting wetly until the heavy door clicked shut behind her.
Two hours later, Hannah was woken by a sharp knock at the door. The first thing she realised when she opened her eyes was that her stomach still hurt, although it'd subsided a fair bit since the agony of earlier that morning. The second thing she realised was that the knocker was Becca; it was a rhythm Hannah knew perfectly. Confused, she stepped up and staggered to the door, wondering what the problem was- she hadn't noticed anything Becca had forgotten in the room. "Bex?", she called, just to be sure- she didn't want anyone else seeing her in nothing but an oversized pyjama top. At least if it was Becca she had nothing to hide. "Let me in," came the familiar voice, sounding troubled. "Not by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin," said Hannah slyly, leaning right up against the wood. "Come on, Han, I really need a wee". "What's the password?" Silence for a second. They both knew that they both knew what the password was. Becca groaned, forced to swallow her pride. "I like Hannah's ass," she said bitterly. "Ooh, so close," Hannah teased, "but you know that's not quite right". "Fine... I love Hannah's ass," Came Becca's muffled voice. "What else?" "Mate, just let me in, it's an emergency," Becca whined. "What else?" Hannah repeated, not changing her tone. "... and she's the daddy," Becca finished, her cheeks burning. Once she'd heard those words, Hannah was satisfied that her friend had been humiliated enough. Although Hannah was enjoying herself, she reluctantly swung the door open- rules were rules. "OK, you can come in, because I'm feeling n-" she forgot what she was saying when she got a sight of Becca, who was visibly more desperate than Hannah had anticipated,. She was shifting her weight from foot to foot, one hand tugging at the fabric of the crotch of her jeans like a child who didn't want the grown-ups to notice they needed to go. But Hannah didn't bother moving from her current spot, which blocked the bathroom doorway. "How was your lecture?" she asked, feigning obliviousness. She leant against the doorframe casually as if she was just chilling out.  "It was OK, mate-" "Can you fill me in on what I missed?" "Yeah, course," said Becca irritably, "only can it wait? I've been busting for a wee for ages and I came here because it was closer than my flat and I didn't think I would make it back to mine and I couldn't text you because my bloody phone is dead and now my bladder's doing that thing where you get even more desperate when the toilet's in sight and-" "Woah, Bex, breathe," Hannah said gravely, putting a hand on her friend's shoulder, "there's something I really need to talk to you about". Becca looked worried, even as she kept on dancing and fidgeting absent-mindedly. "What's up?" "Last night..." began Hannah dramatically. "Yeah?" "I don't even know if you'll remember, but it was on the way home. We were waiting by the traffic lights, and..." "What happened?" Becca's brow was furrowed, and she didn't even seem to notice that her hand was now gripping her crotch rather tightly, her legs crossed at the ankles. "I didn't realise until this morning that you didn't remember, Bex" she said, "but you... kissed me". Becca went pale. Hannah almost felt bad as she saw the colour drain from her friend's face, her thin lips starting to quiver. "Oh, fuck..." she said softly, her voice shaking.  Hannah realised then that she'd gone too far. Deciding to put her friend out of her misery, she allowed a sneaky smile to slip through that serious facade. This only confused Becca further, but when she saw the way that Hannah's eyes had lit up, a lightbulb went off in her head.  "None of that happened, did it?" she asked, desperately hoping she was right. Hannah patted her once on the shoulder and got out the way. "Nah, but it was fun messing with you. You can go for a wee now". "You fucking bitch," Becca squealed, very nearly laughing as she sprinted to the toilet and tore down her jeans. The instant her bum hit the seat, the stream began to gush wildly. "That was funny, like, the first two times we did it, but I nearly pissed myself". "Hey, you did it to me first," Hannah pointed out, "and it is still funny". "You nearly gave me a fucking heart attack," Becca complained, still peeing furiously into the bowl.  Hannah was still cackling to herself when Becca emerged from the bathroom a minute later. She looked up from her phone and wasn't surprised to see the other woman totally bottomless. She chucked something pink- a hard overarm throw- at Hannah, who caught it instinctively. But after a bewildered moment, she realised what the item was: Becca's panties, which were unmistakably damp and smelt faintly of urine. Horrified, she tossed them on the ground. Becca cracked up hard. "You deserve that," she said, roaring with laughter, "I only leaked because you were winding me up". "Disgusting," Hannah tutted. She was fighting to keep a straight face. "I hate you". "You love me, really," Becca replied in her sweet sing-song voice, "and besides, I didn't expect you to catch them! But serves you right for making me hold it". "Ok, you win," Hannah admitted. Becca straightened up, evidently feeling much lighter.  "How's your belly?" she asked, putting on her mum voice. "I've slept it off for now," said Hannah, "but I'm not empty yet. Today's a write off for me, I reckon. Don't wanna stray too far from the toilet in case disaster strikes". "One of us crapping ourselves is more than enough for this week," Becca agreed, finding humour for the first time in her accident the night before, "but we could stay here and watch TV?" "Sounds perfect, babe. I owe you three-fifty for this month's Netflix, by the way". Becca shrugged to indicate that she didn't really care about the money. It just wasn't the kind of thing she worried about when it came to Hannah. "Buy me a McDonalds next time we're out, and we'll call it even". Edited July 13, 2020 by Noot (see edit history)
Was planning on going to bed after the last chapter but I got caught up doing a hold on the Discord, so here's another one! Warning- this chapter contains themes of sex and sexuality. Again, it's so important to me that I get these right, because the last thing I want my stories to do is alienate anyone, so please let me know if you feel there's a better way for me to write about them. There's also poop content later on. Enjoy! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- In a decade of talking to each other nearly every day, Becca and Hannah had never yet run out of things to say. Some regular topics of conversation had persisted through the years- TV, music, anime, food, books, school and more. Then there were the things that they'd grown out of talking about, like the other kids in their class, or their teachers. And finally there was a third category, the things that had crept up in their conversations more and more as they'd gotten older together: boys (and, once Becca realised she was gay, girls) that they were into, religion, politics and, inevitably, sex.  Both women had discovered that it was pretty hard to keep secrets from someone they were that close to, so they tended to end up knowing all the details of each other's private lives. When one got laid, the other heard all about it the next day (or sometimes even sooner). It felt good to share stories, to laugh together at the awkward missteps and cheer themselves up if things went badly.  Their confidence in each other also meant that both women knew they were each going through their longest dry patches in a long while. Hannah had been out of a relationship for a couple of months and Becca hadn't seemed interested in meeting new girls in at least eight weeks now. This was the subject of plenty of good-natured teasing between the pair, and, subconsciously, it was beginning to slip into their dialogue more and more regularly. Hannah had joked more than once that she was concerned about her virginity growing back. None of that had anything to do with her decision to put on Naked Attraction while they hung out. It wasn't something they watched to get off to- Becca wisely said it was surprising how unsexy a dating show in which people take off their clothes and compliment each other's bodies can be- but the two girls always had a blast watching it together, giggling perhaps too hard at the sheer insanity of it all. They would joke about which body parts they liked and which they didn't, snort with derision at every horrendous one-liner the host made and competitively predict the winners as they went along. Becca never failed to tease Hannah by saying that every middle-aged man who entered was "just your type, Han," while Hannah got her revenge by declaring every single vagina "not hairy enough for your tastes, right Bex?". It was the perfect comfort TV for two best friends who were stuck at home because of some nasty stomach issues. And yet, it turned out that having gone two months without sex allowed the show to have a new kind of impact on both of them.  For the first time, the good-natured teasing felt somewhat half-hearted. As the show went on, both women grew quieter, paying more attention (for once) to the screen than the chat. And in one particular episode, a contestant stepped up that literally made Becca's jaw drop. She was plain gorgeous- short, with dark hair and emerald eyes, smooth, pale skin and chubby curves. If Becca wasn't so bogged down in determined denial, she might have noticed that the woman on the screen could've easily passed for Hannah's older sister. But she didn't make the connection. She was utterly enthralled with the woman, waiting impatiently for the moment that her clothes would come off and Becca could get a better look. This was a feeling she'd never had watching TV before- it confused her, left her feeling dirty. Most of all, though, it turned her on badly.  After fifteen agonising minutes, the time came for the woman to strip. Becca adjusted her sitting position, waiting patiently, and realised with a racing heart that her lips were wet. Christ, I need to get laid soon, she scolded herself, but she couldn't pull her eyes away.  "Enjoying yourself, Bex?" Hannah smirked. The sound of her voice snapped Becca back to reality and she glanced over. For a ludicrous flash of time, she thought that her friend somehow knew about the juices, but Hannah was watching her curiously. Shit, Becca thought. The realisation that she'd been caught staring made Becca blush, but she was too horny to care very much. After all, it was only Hannah, a woman who'd seen her naked countless times. Hell, Hannah had seen Becca wet herself on at least three occassions, throw up more than once and now even poo in her panties. She'd even walked in on her masturbating once in their Fresher year. They had very little to hide from each other anymore. Even so, the shorter girl must have realised that Becca felt caught out, because she said, "I don't blame you. She's hot as hell". "You're straight," Becca reminded her. "I wouldn't be if she came onto me," Hannah purred, now watching the TV just as doggedly as the girl beside her. Becca didn't know if her friend was joking or not, but her arousal had put her in a risk-taking mood.  "She could come on me any day". "You mean onto you". "I meant what I said," Becca said cheekily, and Hannah laughed her pretty laugh. "Come on, woman, strip already!" "Yeah, get those tits out," Hannah heckled in approval, grinning. As if she could hear them, the contestant emerged from backstage at that exact moment, as naked as the day she was born. Both girls certainly liked what they saw.  "This must be torture for you," Hannah teased. Becca asked what she meant. "Well, if it's even getting me horny, I can't imagine what it's doing down there for you". Becca wasn't about to admit anything. "I'm an adult, I can control myself," she lied. "And anyway, you're staring just as much as me, considering you claim to be a carnivore". Hannah looked around in shock, but Becca's eyes were glinting audaciously.  "Yeah, well, lately I've been wondering if I might be omnivorous". "You can't just suddenly turn bi, Han, that's not how it works," Becca told her sternly. Hannah sat up straight and turned to her friend, and all of a sudden the nude young woman on the TV was forgotten. Her expression was one that Becca had rarely seen on that face, if ever- shyness.  "I'm not suddenly turning bi. It's something I've been thinking about for a while now," Hannah said.  "You're not serious". "I am".  "This is another wind-up, like the one from earlier". "Nope. Pinky promise". Becca felt butterflies in her stomach and instantly hated herself for it. If her friend was being honest, if she was really pouring out her soul to the one person she trusted most in the world, then what kind of a person was Becca if her first emotion was... what? Hope? "You wanna talk to me about it?" she asked, forcing her selfish thoughts to one side and focusing on being there for Hannah, "I've been in the same situation, maybe I could help". Hannah thought about the offer for what felt like an hour before she spoke. Becca felt queasy as she let Hannah take all the time she needed.  "Yeah," she said finally, "yeah, Bex, thank you. God, I have no idea why I was keeping it from you, I guess I was hiding from it myself. I'd love to talk to you about it. But not now". "Why not?" Becca pressed. Hannah put her hand on her belly and, right on cue, Becca heard it rumble. "Because I really need another poo," she said, "which is the worst timing in the world". "Typical," Becca agreed. Hannah got up and made a beeline for the bathroom. Becca knew all too well the feeling of a powerful urge hitting her all at once. "Thank fuck we stayed in, eh?" Hannah stopped by the door. "Yeah, or I'd be following in your footsteps from last night," she said with a smile, "come in and we can keep talking, yeah? You'll get over the smell".  Becca paused Naked Attraction, coincidentally freezing the screen right over a shot of the dream contestant's widely spread legs. When Becca stood up off the bed, she was reminded that she'd gotten her panties undeniably damp for the second time in a few hours, and this time not with pee. But her instinct told her that this was not the right moment to feel horny, so she suppressed it with rehearsed expertise and headed for the bathroom.  "Hun, I got over the smell years ago. If I hadn't, I'd be dead by now". "Fuck off," Hannah giggled as her poop began in earnest, "it's not that bad".  "You're lucky my nose has become accustomed to your farts or I may not have woken up this morning". Right on cue, Hannah let one rip, the noise so great that her bum was probably audible from across the street. "You love me, really," she said.
I've started feeling bad for Becca, seeing as she's been the victim of almost all the desperation in the story so far. This chapter I wanted to start making amends!  --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The one thing Hannah hated more than being asked questions in class was being asked questions in class while she really had to pee. Concentrating on the history of Spain was hard enough already without the distraction of a full bladder keeping her mind occupied. As the professor flicked through an endless stream of unaesthetic slides about wars and royalty, Hannah's mind couldn't be further from the classroom. So, when she heard her name, that dreadful mixture of surprise and blind panic set in- but she knew she needed to look engaged and focused. The only thing that mattered was ensuring that nobody noticed she hadn't been listening to a word of the presentation. Fortunately, she blagged an answer that satisfied her teacher, and went back to some of her far more pressing trains of thought in peace. The most prominent one was a real dilemma: Hannah was trying to decide if she should try to make it home, or stop at Becca's flat on the way back. Usually, the latter option would have been far more appealing. Her friend's place was far closer to this building, but there was a catch- Becca was still sore after Hannah had almost made her have an accident the other day, and would undoubtedly try and get her revenge if Hannah wanted to use her loo.  However, it was starting to look like she may not have many other option. Although Hannah wasn't quite on the brink yet, she had always been the type to fill up quickly and didn't doubt that she'd be truly desperate by the time the class finished in around fifteen minutes. Beneath the table, her knees were pressed together hard enough to crush a Coke can. To anyone else in the class, Hannah was just a quiet girl at the back taking notes on her laptop. In reality, though, the young woman had completely forgotten about the document she'd optimistically opened to write in at the start of the lesson. Her eyes were flicking between two things: the agonisingly slow clock in the corner of her screen, and a Facebook Messenger tab where she'd been talking to Becca to pass the time.  Although the two shared lectures, their timetables differed in that their smaller seminars took place in different slots. On Thursday afternoons, for example, Hannah was in a Spanish Culture class while Becca had some free time, but on Friday mornings it was the other way around. Unless it was a particularly important lesson, they tended to text each other throughout such classes to keep things interesting. Some days these conversations wouldn't be anything riveting, but on other occasions they would completely derail any ability to focus on education. As was the standard in their friendship, though, they were always brutally honest.  How's the class? read the latest message from Becca. I have to sit through the same thing tomorrow so I hope it's not too boring this time Couldn't tell you, Hannah replied, I haven't been able to concentrate  What's up? came the response. Hannah paused briefly. Should she tell Becca the truth? Could she trust her friend not to use that information against her?  She didn't get a choice- Becca was quicker. Need a wee or something? she had asked. Hannah's eyebrows shot up. She could swear the woman was a mind-reader. I'm busting, how did you know?  I've been there before haha, Becca explained. Can never concentrate when I need toilet. How bad is it? Hannah punched in a reply message. My eyeballs are floating. She added a moaning emoji for emphasis.  Would it help if I told you I'm having a wee rn? Becca taunted. And, at the end of the message, a smiling devil face.  That would certainly not help, Becca I'm going right now and it feels so good just to let it out Hannah couldn't deny that reading this was having an impact on her own bladder. She felt it twinge in anticipation, more in need of a loo now than she had been all day. Stop it, she sent, knowing that Becca would not. It's still coming out. Such a relief just to sit on the toilet and let it alllllllll go Bex, no. Stop it. Hehehe You're evil, you know? Hannah wrote. I learned from the best, little Miss "I need to talk to you about something" That's different Why? Becca asked. Because we weren't in public then, but I am now. Can I stop by your flat and use your loo?  Is it that bad? Yeah might not make it back to mine, I'm fucking desperate. Becca sent nothing back but that emoji of a pair of wide eyes. Hannah didn't have time to try and figure out what they meant, because the professor was starting to wrap up and she knew she needed to leave very soon if she wanted to keep her panties dry.  Class is finishing up, she told Becca, can I please come over? I might wee myself if not Of course, babe, came the reply, which read like music to Hannah's ears, good luck! As soon as she'd read Becca's approval, Hannah folded her laptop, shoved it into her bag and stood up. She couldn't care less that she was out the door and halfway down the hall before most people had even gathered their things. All she could think about was staying dry for the three-minute walk to Becca's, and even that felt like it could be a challenge. Instinctively, her phone came out and re-opened the chat window while she was on the move.  On my way, she sent, thanks mate No problem, see u soon! Rounding the first corner towards the apartment block where she'd spent so many nights both smashed and sober, Hannah was in dire need of relief. It took every ounce of self-control she had not to just grab her crotch and hop the rest of the way- that was sorely tempting, but there were too many people in the city she knew, and she was determined not to be seen in such a state. Nonetheless, the gravitas of her potty emergency had reached the point where a degree of physical holding was inevitable. If anyone had looked at all closely at the lone brunette walking down the street that afternoon, they may have noticed how briskly she was moving. They might have spotted the way her hips squirmed as she went, or how her legs seemed to be squeezed tightly together, each step crossing over the last more than was natural. Anyone who had paid Hannah any attention that afternoon would have realised that she was on the verge of pissing her pants. But nobody did, and so nobody knew. Nobody except Becca. Just a minute or so now from salvation, Hannah was as desperate for the toilet as she'd ever been without actually losing control. Grimly, it struck her that making it up the stairs totally dry was going to be nearly impossible. The change from flat ground to an uphill climb would surely be more than her muscles could handle. Leaking wasn't exactly uncommon for Hannah, but she decided it was only fair to warn her friend in advance.  I may need to borrow some knickers... she sent. The reply was instant. Did u leak? Not yet but soon. Aw, it's ok if you do babe, I've got loads of spares. Where r u? Just around the corner but not gonna make it You got this x door is open Hannah's prophecy came to fruition as soon as she took her first step up the staircase. For her body, there were two types of leaks- slow, gentle escapes that seeped through the crotch of her underwear, and hard, fast spurts, jets of hot piss that couldn't be contained by one layer of clothing. It was the second type that she lost when she began her ascent, and instinctively her hand shot down and squeezed at her pussy. That tight grip couldn't prevent another squirt from following the first. Panicking, she furiously hammered out a message to Becca. Wee coming out All of it?!?!  lots. Be there in ten seconds The door to Becca's room swung open just as Hannah arrived, and she was ushered inside by her concerned-looking friend. Instantly, Hannah started to unbutton her jeans and head around the corner to the loo- but a hand on her shoulder put an end to that plan quickly. Hannah's heart stopped and she turned to see Becca smiling wickedly. Her demeanour had shifted completely as soon as the door had closed- gone was the worried best friend, replaced by a vengeful mask of evil.  "Hannah?" "What?" Hannah groaned, bobbing up and down on the spot as she battled for control. She knew what was coming. "I really need to talk to you about something..." she said, grinning like a shark.  "Bex, please, I'm sorry about the other day. I'm gonna piss myself in ten seconds". "This won't take long, Han," Becca smirked, "it's just something important". Hannah wasn't in the mood for these games. She was not about to have an accident while standing just metres from the loo. Defiant, the girl pulled her jeans and underwear down in one swift motion and squatted.  "Let me wee or I'll do it on your carpet," she warned. Becca looked shocked. "You wouldn't," she said. "I would, Bex, I'd piss right here. I'm that bloody desperate". Becca's eyes narrowed. She was pretty sure her friend was bluffing, but didn't want to risk a ruined carpet- and besides, the torture had probably gone on long enough. "Fine, you can pee," she grumbled, "but this makes us even after Tuesday". Before she'd even finished talking, Hannah slumped onto the toilet heavily, her legs going weak as relief washed over her. The sheer volume of the hissing noise was unbelievable. It wasn't hard to see the huge damp patch on the inside of Hannah's underwear where she'd leaked on the stairs, and from the outside of her jeans it was just as possible to spot. Without the need for shyness around her friend, Hannah was openly moaning in relief as she emptied her bladder.  "Yeah, even," she agreed, eyes rolled back, "but if you ever try something like that again I swear I'll actually wee on the floor". Becca couldn't suppress a familiar half-smile when she imagined that scene. There was something undeniably hot about the thought of Hannah doing something so naughty. "If you ever try anything like that again, I swear I'll make you".
That would be telling, but I think it's likely at some point...  Speaking of messing, it's been a while since we had a messing chapter, although for our characters this whole story has only been a week or so. Let's change that now! Warning: This chapter contains messing (obviously) and some strong language.  ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Friday afternoons spent kicking around the colossal local shopping centre were a pretty regular occurrence for Becca and Hannah. After all, it was one of the only times all week that neither of them had anything else to do, and the sheer size of the place meant it was tough to get bored. On a typical trip, they'd start at the top floor, which was essentially one big circle of restaurants, coffee shops and takeaway places from which the girls would pick their poison. From there, it was a slow, weaving journey to the bottom, checking out just about every store they had any interest in on the way down. Today was another one of those days.  As noon came and went, the two sat opposite each other at a small table beside a McDonalds. It was only through sheer luck that they'd managed to find a table at all; the place was absolutely packed and would only get busier as the weekend kicked into gear. Becca and Hannah didn't mind. Living in the centre of the city had acclimatised them to the hustle and bustle of metropolitan life. While the world around them refused to stand still, they sat peacefully and finished their meals. Conversation was on top form. Becca had recounted her Spanish lesson from earlier that day, filling Hannah in on all the details she'd been too occupied to listen to the first time. They'd hopped topic-to-topic, as they often did, rarely able to concentrate on one thing for long before something else popped into one head and quickly became the new subject. The only thing that neither had mentioned all day was the talk they'd been on the brink of having about Hannah's feelings a few days before. Both girls secretly felt that it would be wiser to wait for the other to bring it up, and so it was left unsaid.  As always, Becca finished eating long before her friend, who preferred to take her time. She glanced over the barrier next to which they were sat, giving the perfect view of the four floors of outlets between them and the exit. It wasn't a good seat for anyone who didn't like heights, but something about the idea of the drop thrilled Becca. Mentally planning out which stores she wanted to hit up was going well until Hannah's voice broke her concentration.  "I'm full," she complained, pushing her bag away to illustrate. Becca wasn't at all surprised- she always said that Hannah had eyes bigger than her belly, and almost never finished the meals she paid for.  "Yeah, me too," Becca said, rubbing her stomach. She felt heavy, overstuffed, as if she'd eaten too quickly. Fast food tended to have that effect on her slim body, but she was willing to risk it for the taste. Hannah was similar- they had long suspected that she was at least a little lactose intolerant, but she refused to give up milkshakes, which Becca found both brave and totally inexplicable.  "Wanna get going?" Hannah asked, scrunching up her paper bag. "Yeah, hang on a sec..." Becca burped loudly, doing her best to cover it with her hand, cursing the large Pepsi she'd polished off. "OK, now I'm good to go". ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- They were in GAME when things started to go wrong.  It'd been over an hour since they'd finished their food, and the two young women were close to calling it a day after being through almost every shop they liked. But GAME was always a must-visit, a chance to check for sales and discounts and, on the rare occasions that either of them had any money to spare, pick up something new. Today, however, Becca and Hannah were looking through each shelf with more urgency than usual- both were rapidly beginning to pay the price for their overindulgences at the McDonalds earlier. They hadn't yet mentioned it to each other, but getting home quickly was becoming the top priority. In this case, home meant Hannah's flat, where they were going to prepare for another Friday night out. Alice had invited them back to her kitchen for pre-drinks at 6 'o' clock as well, so they'd decided to leave the mall earlier than usual anyway.  Even if they hadn't had plans, though, the developing situations inside of both girls would have encouraged them to cut their day out short. Becca felt about ten kilograms heavier than usual, her stomach bloated and uncomfortable. She was sure it was sticking out a little, making her look like a woman in the early stages of pregnancy, but she was also pretty sure that a young unborn baby wouldn't feel nearly as heavy as this. There was no denying it- Becca had to poop. But to make matters worse, that wasn't the only urge making itself known. That large Pepsi from lunch was going straight through her, and she knew she could easily go for a generously-sized wee as well.  Meanwhile, Hannah wasn't fairing much better. Her tummy had started to cramp just after they walked into the shop. Maybe she was being paranoid, but she could have sworn she could hear it gurgling and rumbling. The brunette furrowed her brow- she couldn't tell if she needed to poop or just fart. It wasn't a risk she much felt like taking. Either way, she was looking forward to getting back to her flat and emptying her bowels. Hannah looked over at her best friend, who looked distracted. It wasn't a stretch to imagine that they were in similar predicaments- she knew that Becca almost always had to go after eating a lot of fast food, and that Pepsi couldn't have helped either. As if she could read her mind, the taller girl moved towards Hannah and leaned in, almost whispering. "Can we head to yours soon? Sorry, I just kind of have to take a dump," she confirmed. "Yeah, me too. We'll get the next bus, it's in, like, twenty minutes". "Jesus, twenty? Where's it coming from, Bristol?" "I know, mate," Hannah agreed, "but we don't have much choice. Let's just go in Primark and wait it out". "I really need to go, Han," Becca admitted, "I bloody hope these twenty minutes go by quickly".  ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Those twenty minutes did not go by quickly. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "How are you doing?" Becca asked uncertainly, squirming slightly in her chair. They'd just reached their seats at the very back of the bus, on the left side, and neither girl was handling things as well as they'd hoped. The nature of the food-induced urges meant they'd snuck up on the young women quickly, far sooner than a need to defecate usually would. "Pretty bad," Hannah confessed, "I feel like there's a hand squeezing my stomach. You?" "I really need a poo". Becca thought about it for a second, then added, "and a wee as well". "Yeah, I kind of need a wee too, but not so bad," Hannah said, "I'm a lot more worried about the back than the front right now". "I'm worried about both, Han, I can already feel it's gonna be a big one and it's not likely to wait around". "I know, Bex, but we're only ten minutes away now. We can handle this". Hannah wasn't so sure she believed her own line. The traffic was bad- certainly bad enough to make the bus journey more like twenty minutes than ten- and she was getting more and more desperate with every passing minute. "I'm never drinking milkshake again". "You always get the shits when you drink milkshake, mate, I don't know why you still buy it," "Because it tastes so fucking good," Hannah protested. Despite herself, Becca laughed. "You have the least self-control of anyone I've ever met," she said in disbelief. "You love me, really," Hannah replied. The bus braked suddenly and Becca gasped. "You OK, Bex?" "Yeah... it's just, it's right there".  "What's right where?" Hannah asked innocently. Becca looked irritated and lowered her voice even more to make sure nobody could hear.  "The first log, obviously, it's right by my bumhole. It's trying to poke out. What else could I possibly mean?". "I knew what you meant, I just wanted to make you say it out loud," Hannah smirked. Becca flipped her off silently. "I'm almost as bad, I think," she added, "but I don't think there's gonna be any sort of log, more like a lot of mush". "Yeah, well, count yourself lucky," Becca grumbled. "How long is this bus gonna take?" "It's the traffic, I've never seen it this bad," Hannah said worriedly. "We have to walk, Han. I'll shit myself if we don't". Wordlessly, Hannah agreed. They'd already paid for the tickets, but the drive home would simply take too long. At least if they got off and walked they might stand a chance of making it. Becca pushed the button a little too hard, indicating that the driver should let them off at the next stop. In the traffic, that could still be several minutes away. "I might shit myself even if we do, but if we stay on this bus there's no way I'll get back to yours in time".  "Not gonna lie, I'm the same," said Hannah, "I haven't had to poo this bad in public for a long time".  It was then that Becca farted suddenly. She was usually shy about getting gassy, only really letting it rip when it was just her and Hannah in the room, but Hannah could tell that this one had slipped out totally unsupervised. It was a drawn-out, thundering sound, muffled only slightly by Becca sitting down, raspy and low in pitch. They were fortunate nobody else was sitting nearby, or they'd certainly have been overheard. Becca's cheeks flushed as the smell hit Hannah's nose- what was that smell? It was familiar, but nothing like Becca's normal farts. What was it?  "Sorry," Becca whispered guiltily, "I tried to hold it in but it really needed to come out." "Better out than in, mate, don't worry," Hannah reassured her. It made her a little sad that a friend she loved so deeply felt the need to apologise for losing control. "I really need to fart too," "Go for it, it might make you feel better". "I can't, Bex, I'm scared I might follow through. I feel like the poo is just waiting to come out". "Ah". That was when Hannah realised what she was smelling. It didn't smell like a normal Becca fart because it wasn't. It smelt like shit. It was a fart that only someone truly on the verge of dropping a load in their pants was capable of producing, and Hannah would know. The reality of the situation hit her at that moment. Here they were, two adult women, seriously considering the possibility that one or both of them were about to mess themselves. In other situations, the thought of Becca crapping her pants might have turned Hannah on- something she knew made her a terrible friend, but she just couldn't help it- and yet being in the same boat made things far scarier.  But she didn't have much time to dwell on that terrifying thought, because the driver mercifully pulled into the bus stop. The pair hobbled out of the vehicle, thanking him and leaving him confused, and crossed the traffic-laden road to the side where, a few hundred metres down the way, Hannah's flat stood. No sooner had they reached the pavement than Hannah looked Becca in the eye and told her the truth. "Bex, I don't think I'm going to make it". "I don't think I am either, babe, but we have to try. Fuck, why did I order so much food?" "Don't beat yourself up about it, Bex. Come on, let's go". She grabbed her friend by the hand. Even now, even moments away from a log coming out in her underwear, Becca felt warmth inside when Hannah took her hand. It was something beautiful in the middle of the panic. "It's turtleheading, oh shit, it's poking out," Becca whimpered, "it's gonna be huge, I can already tell," "We're two minutes away," "Can you wait two minutes?" "I think so," Hannah lied. "I have to try, it's gonna be a messy one". She was practically jogging at this point, legs moving like crazy as she fought to keep everything inside, "God, my arsecheeks are clenched so bloody tight right now," "Mine too, but it's not helping- oh, Christ". "Don't shit yourself, Bex, if you shit yourself I will too. I won't be able to control it," Hannah warned. She farted then, unable to pretend that the people around them on the streets didn't hear it, but grateful beyond belief that none of them could feel what she felt. None of them could know how wet it was. Although Hannah wasn't about to stick her hand down her jeans to find out, she was quite sure her butt had just leaked. It certainly felt hot and slippery back there, but that could just as easily have been sweat.  They had nearly reached the gate when her tortured bowels gave up. In the seconds before the inevitable happened, she looked at Becca with wide, pleading eyes. Her body hunched over slightly, bent at the waist, and Becca saw her friend's muscles relax, losing the battle.  "Bex... oh God, it's happening," she said, and the first true squelching fart rang out as evidence, "I can't... it's coming out". Becca didn't have time to stop, seconds away from the same fate. But she couldn't block out the noises in her ears, the wet, slippery sounds emanating from Hannah's bum. No less could she pretend not to notice the bulge forming at the back of Hannah's jeans.  "Oh mate, I'm sorry, I wish I could help but I'm still busting for the toilet myself," Becca said, feeling bad but seeing no alternative but to take the key from Hannah's hands as she kept messing herself. Becca was bobbing up and down, twisting her legs over each other, sorely tempted to grab herself but knowing that it was too public.  "It's OK... you can still make it, I'll be right behind you," Hannah said, "I think I've managed to stem the flow for now but it's gonna keep coming. Ew, it's running down my legs... Let's go". They walked side by side, arms swinging heavily as they rushed towards Hannah's room. "There's a log sticking halfway out of my bum, Han," Becca whispered, looking mortified, "I'm literally walking with a tail".  "You're nearly there, Bex, come on," she encouraged her as they practically skipped up the stairs. This time, Hannah didn't fumble her key and they got into the room right on time.  "Oh shit, it's sliding out," said Becca once the heavy door was closed, "this is it. Quick, unzip my dress!" Over the last few weeks- months, really- in the depths of some of her most depraved masturbation sessions, Hannah had thought more than a few times that she wouldn't mind unzipping Becca's dress sometime, but she'd never imagined it would be in this kind of context. She span around, and for the first time Hannah saw the tail that her friend had mentioned. It was enormous, at least six inches long and as hard as a rock. Realising that there really was no time to waste, Hannah snapped into action. Suddenly, she felt another contraction in her own tummy, and made an instant decision. She'd already messed herself. Her underwear was already ruined. But she could still help this person she loved, if she could concentrate on getting the dress off. Hannah gritted her teeth and bore down, pushing out the rest of her own mushy poo into her jeans. The mixture of relief, disgust and pure naughtiness that filled her arteries as she willingly finished shitting herself as an adult was nothing like anything she'd ever felt before. While the bulges in the back of both girls' knickers grew and grew helplessly, and Hannah could feel more of her own mess escaping the confines of the loose underwear she'd put on that morning, she turned all of her attention to helping her friend in need.  The zipper was stuck. It refused to budge. Hannah's heart sank as she realised she couldn't do any more. "Babe, I'm pooing myself, get it off me, please," Becca begged, another loud fart rumbling out of her. "I'm sorry, Bex, the zip's stuck!" "You're joking," Becca moaned, and she turned to face Hannah. Sweat meant her black hair was plastered to her skin, and her breathing was heavy. She stood half-doubled over, looked Hannah in the eye and said, "Fuck it, I can't hold it anymore. I'm having an accident". Now they were in the silence of Hannah's room, it was impossible to miss even the quietest of sounds. And there was certainly nothing quiet now about the crackling of Becca's lengthy, thick log as it slid out of her and eventually broke off, nestling neatly in her underwear. There was no mistaking the sharp sound of the second poo beginning to emerge, either, and Becca's eyes rolled half-closed once she accepted her inevitable fate. She groaned, low and animalistic, and somewhere in the middle that groan morphed into a moan of relief. "Oh, my God, Han, I'm pooing myself again," she said. Hannah could almost see Becca's underwear get heavier and saggier as the second log finished and fell in with the first. She knew there was something perverse about watching something so intimate, so humiliating, happening to her best friend. And yet Hannah couldn't drag her eyes away, couldn't stop taking in every detail, none more so than the expression on her friend's stunning face. What is wrong with me? After a while, Becca seemed to remember where she was, and she said to Hannah, "you can finish up on the loo now, mate, I'm a lost cause".  Hannah just shook her head, almost surprised. She'd been utterly mesmerised by the sight of her gorgeous friend's accident and had completely forgotten about her own messing. "I actually finished already, Bex, it was too desperate to wait." "Oh. Sorry," Becca grunted as she now seemed to be actively pushing out the third turd. "Oh shit," she cursed suddenly, buckling at the knees and grasping her pussy with one hand.  "What's wrong?" Hannah asked, a little too eagerly. "I think- I think the poo was kind of stopping me from needing a wee so badly, but now I've shit myself all my muscles have gone weak and I can't- I can't hold in the piss anymore".  "Oh, shit," Hannah agreed, "let me try the zip again" Becca spun cooperatively but it was no good- the zip was still stuck fast. She was frantically hopping from foot to foot, feeling the first leaks prepare to escape.  "Mate, I've got like, three seconds. What do I do?" Hannah looked at her friend grimly. She'd been struck by Becca's beauty in the past before, but somehow this was different. In some way, the sight of her friend at her most vulnerable painted her in a totally different light. "You have to stand in the shower, and just let it out, I think". Becca swallowed and nodded. "Yeah, I'm gonna have to or I'll wet myself on your carpet. These knickers are ruined anyway," Hannah knew right away that Becca had been absolutely bursting for a wee as well as a poo. She knew that because the second Becca got in the shower, hot, golden piss started cascading down her legs and onto the tiled floor. It ran in rivulets down towards the drain, swirling like tap water. The combined weight of three solid logs and the pee must've been too much, and her filled-to-the-brim knickers couldn't support themselves any longer, slipping down her legs and onto the ground with a heavy thud. Freed from the fabric, her pee turned into one solid stream, gushing from its tantalisingly concealed source directly onto the messy underwear on the floor. Tantalisingly? Hannah thought. What am I thinking? Why do I wish that dress was transparent right now? "Han?" Becca said timidly as she was still peeing. "Yes, babe?" Hannah replied, forcing herself to refocus.  "I just realised, we didn't need to undo my dress. I could've just held it up and sat down". "Ah," Hannah said slowly, trying to keep a straight face, "that would've made more sense". "Eh, too late now," Becca shrugged, finally finishing up, "at least nobody saw us". "Someone must have at least smelt us," Hannah countered. "If anyone asks, can I tell them it was you?" Becca suggested. "You can, my dear, but I will kick your arse.". "Maybe not worth it, then," Becca chuckled. She stepped out of the shower, now wearing nothing but a bra beneath her dress. Then- hands on her waist. Hot breath on her cheek. Taken aback, Becca looked up and, for a second, gazed straight into wide, close emerald eyes. And, instinctively, she knew that she had to close her own. "Maybe," Hannah whispered. This kiss was nothing like the one from the bowling alley. This time, the passion was all left on the table. Becca's fingers found their place on Hannah's soft, curvy sides. She pushed back into the kiss, gently at first, but more intensely once she was sure that Hannah was sure. What the fuck? Becca thought vaguely. Why does this make so much sense? Shouldn't I be shocked right now? Hannah's hands found time to wander lower, beneath the hips, before their lips reluctantly broke apart. Her cheeks were burning, red hot and moving regularly with her heavy breath. She was hugely relieved to see that Becca was smiling widely. Hannah had no idea what had possessed her to kiss her best friend right after they'd both pooped their pants together, but she was beyond glad she'd done it.  A pause. A silence that couldn't have felt less awkward. And, at last, she asked the question that both girls had had on their minds for a while. "Babe?" "What's up, Han?" Becca met her friend's eye and once again fought the bizarre urge to burst out laughing. Something had just changed between them, something that might never be undone, but the last thing she felt was concern.  "How the fuck are we going to clean all this up?"
The girls stripped everything off to go in the laundry before taking turns in the shower. Hannah got first dibs, being the messiest, and seeing as her panties were the only piece of clothing they couldn't salvage. They were soaked through, and wrapped tightly in a plastic bag that would be thrown away at the first opportunity. Becca sat delicately on Hannah's bed while she waited, her heart racing. The shock of the kiss hadn't nearly subsided yet, but neither girl had said anything about it. So far, the focus had been squarely on cleaning up their messes before it was time to head downstairs. Hannah had insisted on leaving the window open to try and do something about the smell of poo in the air, which meant Becca could feel a cool breeze on her back. She was grateful for the wind- it was the only thing keeping her level, her face still flushed and sweating.  When Hannah emerged from a lengthy shower, something happened that Becca hadn't seen in ten years. Her best friend poked her head out timidly, stepped just close enough to reach the nearest towel and quickly wrapped it around her body. This was new- Hannah was suddenly shy being naked around Becca. She'd rarely seen Hannah shy about anything before. Becca felt a lump in her throat, the gravity of what was happening settling in. Things are different now, she realised. That sobering thought was lightened slightly when Hannah gave her a smile.  "Shower's all yours," she said, crossing the room to take Becca's place on the bed.  "I'll be two minutes," Becca promised, "Uh... do you have a spare towel?" Hannah shook her head, "Not right now. I'll give you this one when you get out". In response, Becca stuck out her lips in a playful pout. "No fair. You got that one around you like a flash when you were done," she pointed out. "I have my reasons," Hannah said, her eyes glinting wickedly, "when you get out we can talk about what just happened". Neither of them needed to explain what what just happened was. Becca smiled sheepishly at her friend- if that's what they still were- and disappeared into the bathroom.  The hot water was bliss against her skin, finally cleansing her of the sweat and dirt that had formed during the afternoon's events. Eager to get back out there and see Hannah, she started to work through her routine- starting with the face, before thoroughly scrubbing her armpits, her chest, her stomach. Then the more intimate areas- always front first, where this time she felt the unmistakable traces of something that was certainly not pee. Finally, once she was confident she wouldn't need to go near her crotch again, she moved on to her still-soiled bum. This had been the part Becca hadn't been looking forward to, and while she wasn't surprised to see the water run with a tinge of brown beneath her feat, it wasn't as bad as she'd feared and within a couple of minutes she felt as clean as can be.  When Hannah heard the shower water stop running, a little quicker than expected, she couldn't help feeling excitement. Becca opened the bathroom door to find Hannah there, dressed only in tight black underwear. The wet woman was taken aback at the sight of her best friend waiting for her, holding up their towel, but she recovered quickly and stepped into it with grace. "You were quick," Hannah said. Becca stuck out her tongue. "Only because I had half as much poo stuck to my legs as you did". "Oi, watch it, mate," Hannah warned her dramatically, before her expression softened and she looked at Becca with serious eyes, "did you want to talk about earlier?" Becca hesitated for the briefest of moments, then took a step closer to Hannah. "I need to ask you something, and I promise I won't be angry or upset with whatever answer you give me as long as it's honest". She took a deep breath. "When you kissed me, was that a horny spur-of-the-moment thing or a real kiss?" Hannah laughed, and once again that gorgeous laugh was like torture. "A real kiss, silly. I... I've kind of wanted to do it for a while now. I forget why I thought that was a good moment to do it".  "It was the perfect moment, babe. I'm so glad you did it. But I need you to know that there's no pressure on you to do anything else". Hannah's brow furrowed. "What do you mean?" "I don't want you thinking you owe me anything now, or something". Hannah took the last step closer, so their bodies were almost pressed together, and placed her left hand on Becca's waist. Before she knew it, there it was- the second kiss, slower than the last but just as beautiful.  "I know I don't owe you anything," Hannah confirmed, "I just kissed you because I needed to kiss you". "OK, so, what does this mean?" Becca asked. In her fantasies- the ones she'd beaten herself up for even having- she'd been the one in control, the one who was offering a mature voice to reassure Hannah that they could be together. The reality was completely different. Becca was consistently attempting to suppress a very real feeling of fear about what could happen to their friendship. It was Hannah's job, in the event, to calm her down.  "I think we should take it slow. See what happens". This made Becca feel marginally better- her shoulders loosened slightly and she managed a half-smile. "Yeah, see what happens. That sounds good," "You'll always be my best friend, Bex, no matter what. But tonight let's just focus on getting drunk, yeah?" Becca pulled in Hannah for a hug. They'd hugged a million times before, but this time was something completely different.  "That sounds good too," she said.
It only took a few minutes for Becca to start having regrets. For one thing, her bladder had skipped several rungs on the desperation ladder and she was already feeling on the verge of leaking territory. For another, Hannah seemed to be dealing with the need to wee much better than she was. The brunette was sitting calmly, smiling and actively talking, her crossed legs barely indicative of anything to anyone except for her best friend. By contrast, Becca was struggling to sit still.  Her right knee bounced rhythmically under the table while her curvy thighs knocked together. Things were starting to look dire, and yet she knew she couldn't give up so soon after starting the bet- especially not when she was the one who initiated the contest. But it was becoming clear that holding for more than another ten minutes would be impossible. She was going to have to start playing dirty. The only clear tactic to increase Hannah's need to pee without unnecessarily inflating hers or giving the game away was by slipping her attacks into the drinking games. It was a risky strategy- if Hannah figured it out she'd use it against Becca- but it seemed the best option. So, when Becca's turn came in the circle, she cleared her throat drunkenly and said "Never have I ever... been skiing".  Several people around the table drunk to this, including- as Becca had expected- Hannah. The real question was whether or not Hannah suspected that the question had been designed to make her take in more fluids. It seemed as though her friend hadn't joined the dots up, though, and Becca felt that she may have gotten away with it. Which was good, because she really had to use the bathroom. It wasn't quite as urgent yet as it had been before her accident earlier, but things were quickly getting to the point where she'd have no choice but to get up and go. The good news was that Hannah was finally beginning to look like she was in trouble too; her hands were both pressed together between her thighs in a pose that most people would interpret as natural, but which Becca recognised as a tell-tale sign of a dangerously full bladder.  The game continued, each of the eight people gathered around the table getting their turn to try and make people take a sip. "Never have I ever taken an illegal pill," said one girl at the back. Becca and Hannah were among those to drink. Becca felt warmth in her pussy, but whether that was from pee or sweat she couldn't tell. "Never have I ever swam in the ocean," said a young man next to her. Becca drunk reluctantly, but Hannah didn't. She was hoping for more questions like that one, because if she had to drink much more fluid then even making it to Alice's room was a doubt. "Never have I ever been to a rap concert," came the next turn. This time, neither girl picked up their glasses. Hannah rubbed a circle around a sensitive area with her thumb through her trousers, hoping it might ease the desperation. It didn't. "Never have I ever shit myself," said another boy crudely. Hannah drank, followed by Becca, both relieved that they weren't the only ones, and no questions were asked. "Never have I ever... fallen asleep in a class," Alice offered. Now it was Hannah's turn to drink guiltily while Becca was spared.  The latter was fighting with every fibre of her being to keep herself clenched shut.  "Never have I ever been on a rollercoaster," said a small, tanned woman. Both friends knew that the other had to drink to this. Hannah's turn. Becca held her breath. Had Hannah had the same idea as her? Would she try and use her turn to make her rival drink more, and make her need to pee even worse? She thought for several seconds before speaking. "Never have I ever... won a game of bowling," Hannah said finally. You stone cold bitch, Becca thought with a furious admiration. Hannah was a sharp woman, but Becca had hoped the alcohol would cloud her strategical nous. Not so. Becca took a sip while her friend smirked gloatingly. Each drink was like torture for the two of them at this stage, but sheer drunken bravado held either back from giving in. Unable to help herself, Becca was now openly grabbing her crotch under the table, squeezing with all her willpower and hoping the overhang of the wooden surface stopped anyone but Hannah from seeing. In front of her, she heard another vibration from her phone and picked it up. Looking pretty desperate there hun, it taunted her. Ur not doing much better, Becca pointed out. It was true- Hannah was quite clearly pressing down on her crotch and squirming from side to side. Her arms pressed her breasts together as they reached down to meet between her thighs, which were clamped shut. In short, neither woman looked likely to last much longer.  One more drink and I swear Im gonna wee myself, Hannah admitted. Becca read the text, read it again and gave her friend an evil grin.  You shouldn't have told me that, came her reply. The taller girl sat up straight, shut off her phone and slid it into her pocket. The eyes of the room were on Becca by now, waiting for her to take the next turn. She looked at Hannah like a huntress and delivered the killer blow, every word like a dagger, condemning the girl beside her. "Never have I ever slept with a man," she said, knowing that the damage was done. Hannah shot her a furious look, drank briefly from her glass of gin and put it down heavily on the table. She refused to make eye contact with Becca, her toes tapping vigorously against the wooden floor.  Three seconds passed. And Hannah stood up. She excused herself to the rest of the table and started walking briskly to the door, Becca in tow. When the kitchen door had closed safely behind them, Becca couldn't resist giving her friend a tug on the arm and turning her around.  "I win," she said, unable to fight the temptation to gloat despite the state of sheer desperation both were in.  "I hate you," Hannah grumbled as she bobbed up and down on the spot, "but yes, you win, so will you please let me piss?" "Hmm, maybe," Becca said, enjoying herself in spite of everything, "if you admit that I have the biggest bladder". "Fine, you have the biggest bladder," Hannah said hurriedly, "now come on. Please, Bex, I'm leaking here," she turned and started dragging the other woman towards Alice's bedroom.  "Hang on, Han, I'm busting too," Becca protested, "and I think as the winner I should get to go first," she pushed in front of Hannah, who wasn't having any of it. "Only if you want to explain to Alice why I've pissed all over her bedroom floor". She was practically doubled over as she walked, until they reached the door.  "Hannah, wait," Becca said seriously. They turned to face each other. Gently, Becca reached over and brushed the hair away from her friend's cheek. She leant into a slow, warm kiss. It was almost enough to make Hannah forget about how desperately she needed to use the bathroom, and her eyes couldn't stay open as she returned the passion. Her hands started to wander down to Becca's hips and she heard the other woman moan into her lips.  Click. The erotic moaning noise was interrupted by the sound of hinges creaking open. Startled, Hannah opened her eyes to see Alice's bedroom door unlocked, and Becca quickly moving inside. She'd unbuttoned her jeans during the kiss, showing off the front of a pair of purple panties. Before Hannah could react, Becca winked at her. "Sorry, Han- when a girl gotta go, she gotta go". Becca disappeared into the room, and by the time Hannah had followed, the other woman was already getting seated on the toilet. Her bare legs were spread wide apart, perhaps intentionally giving Hannah a full-frontal view as pee exploded from within her. Becca leant back theatrically, moaning loudly in relief. Not even the moans were enough to drown out the hissing sound of her stream hitting the water, which was driving Hannah's bladder insane. The sight of Becca relieving herself into the only available loo made holding it in so much harder. She could see every detail- the lightly golden colour of Becca's urine, the sight of it erupting from beneath dark pubic hair, the way the stream split apart into a spray of smaller rivulets.  Hannah wasn't sure what Becca's motivations were- was she trying to make Hannah's need to pee even worse? Attempting to turn Hannah on? Or was it just that this was her authentic reaction to the relief of letting go? There wasn't much time to think or care- Hannah knew she was seconds away from a major accident.  "Bex, come on, that's not fair. I need a wee so fucking bad," she whined, hopping from foot to foot and unzipping her trousers in anticipation. "You snooze, you lose," Becca told her, "I am sorry, though. I just couldn't wait-" she sighed mid-sentence from the pleasure of it, "- another second". "That doesn't help me! I'm gonna wet myself, Bex, I can't hold it!" Becca seemed to grow more empathetic at that, looking around the room as she continued to piss powerfully. Her eyes lit up once she spotted a half-empty water bottle in the corner of the bathroom. "Here- can you go in this?" she asked. Hannah seized it gratefully, yanked her trousers and knickers down to her ankles in one fluid motion, and started to get the bottle opening lined up. "Empty it first!" Becca reminded her sternly. Hannah swore as she chucked the contents of the bottle into the sink and began to realign it, but those few seconds had cost her dearly. Hannah's tormented bladder started to give out right as she was almost ready to let go, and a squirt of hot pee splattered against her thumb just before she could get the bottle into place. She knew that Becca had seen the accidental leak, but there was no time to address it. When she finally let go, the feeling was quite incredible. It was as if she was being rescued from an unstoppable peril, her bladder emptying rapidly into the clear plastic container. For a few seconds, all that could be heard was the harmony of the two women peeing together and vocalising their relief. But Becca interrupted the peace, pointing at the bottle frantically. "Babe- no way are you gonna finish before that fills up". Hannah looked down and saw that her friend was right. The bottle was nearly full and she was nowhere near done pissing. Panicking, she tried to clench her bladder shut, but her exhausted muscles were slow to react. "I can't stop it! Once I start peeing it's, like, impossible to stop!" she hissed. When she finally managed to stem the flow, both girls knew it was a split second too late. The pee began to rise faster and faster as the neck of the bottle grew narrower, and, inevitably, it overflowed like a wave breaking against a wall. Pee washed down the exterior edges of the bottle, ran over Hannah's fingers and dripped onto the bathroom floor. She'd succeeded in stopping the waterfall- for now- but not quite soon enough. "Fuck, Bex, are you nearly done? I can't keep the rest of it in much longer, I'm still absolutely busting," Hannah whinged.  "Give me twenty seconds, babe, I'm so close to being empty," Becca begged. Hannah gingerly put the bottle back down on the shelf and grabbed her naked crotch once more. She felt the warmth and wetness of pee on her palm. Even now, even through the pain, pleasure could be found somewhere in the feeling of skin on skin. That was nothing compared to the sensations coming from her bladder- the unmistakable sense of being about to lose control. Hannah realised all at once that she wasn't going to make it. Drastic action had to be taken. "No, I can't wait that long," she said, "okay, I'm sorry- please never tell Alice about this". She spun on the spot, squatted and unleashed a ferocious jet of wee into the shower drain. Beautiful, near-sexual relief contrasted in her head with burning shame and humiliation that she'd been forced to urinate in the shower of a woman she barely knew. It had been the only option- but it was one that made her feel like a child. Not that Hannah was in any position to stop it. Once she'd begun to come to her senses, she realised that Becca was staring. And not at her pussy- at her eyes. Becca was watching with fascination as Hannah's green eyes rolled back in the midst of the total loss of bodily control.  "Fuck, that feels so much better," Becca gasped, her own stream finally coming to an end. A few final spurts followed, before she reached over and started tearing off sheets of toilet paper. There was little time to waste- if they took too long Alice would surely come looking for them, which absolutely could not be allowed. Hannah's cheeks were burning as her final dribbles spattered from her crotch and onto the floor, before gurgling down the drain.  "I'm so embarrassed," she groaned, beginning to wipe herself dry. "Why?" "I just pissed in Alice's shower, in front of you, do you have to ask why?" Becca stood up, did up her jeans and nonchalantly took the soiled paper from Hannah to dump into the bowl. She shook her head quickly. "Don't be embarrassed on my account. In fact... can I tell you something?" she said. "Go on" "I thought it was kinda hot," Becca admitted, and now it was her turn to blush. "You did?" Hannah was almost speechless. "Yeah, a little. I don't know why. Maybe I'm just weird". Hannah leaned over to flush the toilet and close the lid. She gave Becca a peck on the lips, which seemed to reassure her. "I don't think it's weird. If I wasn't so desperate I would've enjoyed the show you were giving me when you sat down," she confessed, moving to wash out the pee-filled bottle.  "Really?" "Really". Satisfied that the bottle could no longer give them away, she replaced it on the shelf and rinsed the urine from her skin. The effects of the alcohol were starting ti make themselves known again, setting back in now the pressing desperation was abated. "I've seen you pee a million times, but never with your legs open like that. It was... kind of like a sneak preview". Becca stopped her when they got to the door. "On that subject, actually..." she said hesitantly, her hand resting on the doorknob, "do you feel drunk?" Hannah paused. "Yeah," she admitted. "Right, me too," Becca agreed, "and we're only gonna get drunker. So let's agree to not... you know, do anything tonight. Just keep it like a normal night out, but with snogging". She laughed out loud at the last part- perhaps because of how unfathomable it would have seemed that morning that she'd be saying such a thing twelve hours later. Hannah looked relieved. "Good plan," she said, before adding "I mean, I don't know exactly where this is going, but I think I'll want to remember it". Becca smiled, and another kiss came, the novelty still a long way from wearing off.  "Me too," she said at last. "Now let's get back before anyone notices we're gone". After that, as was so often the case, memories began to fade.
Becca had woken up next to Hannah more times than she could count, but this morning was on a whole other planet. She first became aware of her own consciousness as noon crept ever closer, the muffled sounds of traffic outside bringing her gently to her senses. Before anything else, Becca realised that she was sleeping in a different position to usual. Her hungover, aching body was sprawled out across the far side of the bed- Hannah's side. For the first time ever, both women were facing away from the wall. And to top it all off- wonderfully- Becca's right arm was draped over Hannah's side, the palm resting just below her left breast, holding her close. They could only have fallen asleep like this, cuddling, naked and natural. The thought of it made Becca's heart soar.  It didn't take long to figure out what had woken her up- her belly felt bloated, sticky, sore. They'd drunk a lot last night, she knew that much, and it wasn't surprising that her bowels and bladder needed emptying soon after waking up. But she held both urges in, completely unwilling to give up this glorious moment. Her fingers snuck to Hannah's stomach, and as she'd suspected, that also felt full and bulging. Becca sighed contentedly, deciding that it was best if she woke up Hannah the right way, rather than scrambling over each other to get to the toilet. She leant forward and kissed her friend- no, not her friend anymore, her girlfriend, for she was surely that now- on the neck. After a few silent seconds, Hannah's eyelids fluttered open and she smiled as Becca had smiled at the realisation of where she was and who she was with.  "Morning," Becca whispered. She slid her body up slightly, so their heads were on more level ground. This left Becca's crotch pressed up against Hannah's bare bum- an unintentional side effect, but one that she was more than happy with.  "Hey," Hannah said. "Did we...?" "No," Becca reassured her quickly, "we just got home, made out a little and fell asleep". "I'm not sure if that's a relief or a shame," Hannah said softly, "How's the hangover?"  "Mmmm, not too bad, actually," Becca sighed, "I need the toilet, though, for both things, but that's normal". "Yeah, me too," Hannah said, "Just once I'd like to wake up after a night out and not need a poo," "You wanna go first?" Becca asked charitably. Hannah thought for a brief moment. "Nah, I don't wanna get up yet," she said dismissively, "too comfy". To illustrate her point, she wiggled her bum naughtily, rubbing against Becca's thighs. At that moment Becca felt like the luckiest person alive. Her best friend, the woman she'd loved for a decade and lusted over for several years, was suddenly returning her sentiments- and it felt perfect. There was no awkwardness- perhaps because they already knew each other almost as well as two people could. It just fit, as though this was the puzzle piece their friendship had been missing for a long time. "I'm too comfy as well," Becca agreed, "I'd like to just stay here all day. Maybe if I hug you tightly-" she squeezed her grip around Hannah's torso a little harder- "you won't be able to move". Hannah laughed her gorgeous laugh, and Becca melted. "You can do that if you want, but you're the one who'll get farted on if you don't let me go," Hannah pointed out. "I could live with that," Becca teased. Both girls laughed this time- it was infectious. Her belly growled and she sighed sadly. "I'm gonna have to get up," she conceded, "the bed will still be here in five minutes". Hannah reluctantly swung her legs off the edge of the bed and stood slowly. "Yeah, I suppose. You first?" Becca was relieved to find that she still didn't feel conscious pooping in front of Hannah. In sharp contrast to the ache of her stomach, it felt lovely when her bum finally relaxed and began to stretch as the first log slid out. It was a long one by her standards- there was no splash, just the sound of it slipping into the water all at once.  "So, how much do you remember?" Becca asked, trying to make conversation to distract them from the smell. "Bits and pieces. I remember peeing in the alleyway," Hannah said slowly. "Which time?" "Are we doing this again?" "Sorry. I couldn't resist," Becca said. The easy part of her poop had come and gone, and now she was forced to speak between grunts of effort to squeeze out the rest. Her elbows rested on her knees, eyes focusing on the floor between her feet. She felt bad for Hannah, who was visibly starting to squirm, but she needed to be empty before she felt safe getting up. As she pushed to evacuate her bowels, her bladder relaxed, sending a long, pale stream down and onto the pile that had gathered in the bowl.  "I remember being in the club. Fucking Don't Stop Believing came on again. Are you almost done?" Hannah asked, clearly struggling to keep her mind off the need to go. She was leaning against the sink, attempting to look casual, but it was clear that she was using the porcelain edge to keep pressure applied to her bum. The naked brunette was shifting from foot to foot as she spoke. Becca couldn't help feeling a little turned on by the view, but she knew she couldn't get bogged down in thinking about it.  "One more bit," Becca promised, "It's kind of half out". She pushed again, unable to stop herself from making a high grunting sound, but it wouldn't budge. "Okay, Bex," Hannah teased, "but I hope you're ready to wipe standing up".  Becca spoke in a strained tone. "Fair enough. If I stop pushing it'll just get sucked back in," she said. Hannah laughed at that, eyes wide. "Charming," she said, "thanks for that image".  "Sorry". "Well, either push it out or pinch it off, babe, I'm desperate," Hannah said. As if to demonstrate that she wasn't exaggerating, a low, long fart slipped out of her. It stunk, but nobody minded- it was nothing compared to the scent coming from the toilet. "Look, squeeze my hand," she offered, taking Becca's hand in hers. It was a technique they'd tried a couple of times over the years to handle constipation, and it usually helped. Becca's grip was firm, and her eyes were shut tight as she bore down. The confirmation of success came with a small spattering sound as the log hit what was already in the bowl. "Done!" Becca announced brightly. She wasted no time in stepping aside so Hannah could take her seat on the throne. "About time, too, Bex. I was turtleheading," she grumbled. Almost the instant she sat down, her bum started to stretch open and a cascade of wee was released, " Perfect timing". Becca helpfully reached over just before Hannah began to unload and flushed the toilet quickly. "Otherwise we're gonna overflow it," she explained. "Good thinking," Hannah said as the first piece landed squarely in the settling water. She passed Becca a few sheets of paper, and the taller girl began the undignified process of wiping her bum standing up. She bent over at the waist, reaching between her thighs, inspecting each sheet after every wipe before dropping it into the gap between Hannah's legs. As she watched, one such piece was caught mid-fall by Hannah's stream of pee and stuck to the inside of the bowl.  When she was clean, Becca washed her hands for a few seconds and started to get some cheeky ideas. She turned, facing her butt towards Hannah, and bent over slightly under the pretence of checking her face in the bathroom mirror.  "You really think I'm not gonna notice that?" she heard Hannah behind her.  "Notice what?" she replied innocently, "just checking for spots," "Becca, in ten years you've never had a spot," Hannah pointed out, "you're just showing off your arse". She was finding it hard to talk normally through the feeling of a huge log forcing its way out, pushing through her stretched hole and into the water.  "Maybe". "Don't think I won't squeeze it," Hannah warned. "Go on," Becca dared her. "Don't think I won't," she repeated. "You don't have the guts," Becca sneered. No sooner had the words left her mouth than she felt a palm on each cheek of her bum. They were warm, soft hands- so unmistakably Hannah. She smiled to herself as the hands squeezed firmly and pulled away. In the mirror, she could see the image of Hannah starting to peel off some paper to wipe herself with. "Never underestimate me again," she said. "I won't, babe". She wiped her hands dry on the small towel Hannah kept by her sink and turned to face the other woman, who was already standing and flushing the toilet for a second time. She stepped agilely past Becca, taking her hand once again as she went.  "Let's go, Bex," she yawned. "Where?" "Back to bed, silly". "Ooh". Hannah slipped back between the sheets. They were gloriously warm compared to the chill of the room. She felt Becca join her. "Now, where were we?".
Warning: This chapter contains sexual content. Like, lots of it.  ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The next morning... Becca may have woken up next to Hannah more times than she could count, but doing it sober was something else.  Her eyes opened slowly, welcoming the dim light of the room. Covering the bottom part of her body was Hannah's wrinkled duvet, liquid sheets sliding over soft skin as she started to stir. The familiar feeling of nocturnal memories flooding back into the awakening mind washed over Becca- memories that she would hold with her for a long time to come. It had to be late in the morning, she was sure of it; they may not have been drunk like usual last night, but they'd been up just as late.  Content, Becca rolled over, and there she was: facing her, round breasts and curvy stomach exposed, propped up on one elbow. Gorgeous green irises shone through half-closed lids. Hannah was smiling a smile that Becca knew like the back of her hand. When she smiled, it was etched in every inch of her face, extending from the slim lips into dimpled cheeks and gleaming emerald eyes.  "Were you watching me sleep?" she asked. "Yes," said Hannah. "Perv," she laughed, secretly flattered. Hannah leant forward slowly to kiss her then, a gentle peck on the forehead that inevitably melted into something more passionate, mouths meeting, hair being brushed aside. When they broke apart, the brunette gazed fondly at Becca, lying down closer so both heads were on level ground.  "It's not my fault you're so cute," Hannah pointed out. "Hm, that's only partly true," Becca mused, "I definitely wouldn't be wearing my hair like this if I didn't know I would be sleeping with my hot girlfriend last night". Girlfriend. The word made Hannah shudder- in the best possible way. Was it really possible that they'd gone from best friends to lovers in such a short time? Surely it was, because that was undeniably what had happened. Last night had sealed the deal, put the outcome beyond a doubt. A line had been crossed in that bed, a line which neither woman wanted to come back from.  "Is that why you waxed your legs?" Hannah poked out her tongue. "Don't get cheeky with me, Han, I'm not against withholding sex", she threatened.  "Hm, now that would be mean". "Come and snuggle me and I'll let you off," Becca offered generously. "Deal," Hannah said, "but I'm the little spoon this time". She spun over insubordinately and stuck her bum out, inviting Becca to slot into place behind her. Although Hannah was the larger of the two girls, she was also shorter, and fit perfectly around her girlfriend's frame. Impatiently, she wiggled into position and sighed as Becca's smooth right arm appeared over her waist. The palm instinctively cupped Hannah's larger left breast and rested there, squeezing occasionally, coming into contact with the firm shape of her nipple. Hannah felt a kiss on the back of her neck and gasped softly. "Don't be a tease, Bex," she said. "I'm not," Becca said innocently, although the massaging motions of her right hand betrayed her, "I'm just cuddling my baby".  "Mmm, well it certainly feels like a tease. I'm not complaining". "What did you want to do today?" "You," Hannah replied instantly, and both girls laughed.  "Any other ideas, for when you've finished with me?" "We could watch something? Or go into town? Maybe we could- Bex, that's definitely teasing!" Becca's hand, as it often tended to do, had started wondering along her lover's belly, away from the breasts and into far more sensitive territory.  "No it's not, babe," Becca protested, "I'm just..." "Just what?" "... checking for hygiene," Becca finished unconvincingly. "Right. Well you might not want to check right now," Hannah said. "Why not?" "'Cos' I really need a wee," she confessed. The effect was subtle but immediate. Becca pulled even closer to Hannah, her breath quickening slightly. She didn't stop exploring between the shorter girl's thighs.  "Really?" "Yes, babe, I always need a wee in the morning," she reminded her. "I know that, but I didn't think it was an emergency," Becca explained, "what happens if I do-" she cheekily placed her palm flat against Hannah's lower stomach, right where Becca guessed the bladder was, and pushed for a moment- "this?". Hannah responded just as she'd hoped- squirming involuntarily, her bum driving even deeper into Becca's waist, rubbing against all the right places.  "Babe! That makes it worse, and you know it does," Hannah said, unable to make her faux anger sound believable. It was true: the pressure had made her already-strong need to use the bathroom grow even more pressing.  "Just wanted to see, Han". Becca nibbled playfully at the lobe of Hannah's left ear. She was greatly enjoying being in this position of power. Hannah needing to pee was a welcome, if unexpected, development: she knew that it gave her even more scope to tease and taunt before swooping in for her ultimate goal- the first morning sex of their fledgeling relationship. Whether Hannah knew that was the goal yet was anybody's guess, but it would become obvious soon enough. "In my experience, needing the loo can make things better, not worse". Becca wasn't sure if she should be exploring this particular avenue with Hannah just yet, but arousal was already getting the better of her, overriding her better judgement. "What do you mean?" Hannah frowned. Fuck it, Becca thought, in for a penny, in for a pound. She decided to share. "Well, whenever I've had sex with a full bladder, it's kind of made it feel... nicer," she said, unable to think of a better word. "Nicer?" "Let me show you," Becca asked. Hannah's thighs parted willingly, and Becca was surprised to feel something wet there that was certainly not urine. "And you said you didn't want to be teased!" "It's your fault," Hannah grumbled- Becca could practically see her girlfriend's cheeks go the colour of beetroot. "You made it happen with all the touches and the squeezes and the neck kisses". She gasped as Becca entered her slowly, paused to take it all in, and finally added, "but I do see what you mean". "Yeah?" "Yeah. It's, like, more intense- ooh". Becca interrupted her with a well-aimed beckoning movement. "Full bladder definitely makes a difference," she concluded.  "Well, let's make the most of it," Becca urged. With gentle fingers, she used Hannah's pale shoulders to roll the girl onto her back, and took one pointed breast in her mouth. Hannah moaned quietly at the sensation- the tingles down her body that such a thing would usually cause were only made more electric by the weight of her morning pee still inside. But it was too much weight. Reluctantly, she opened her eyes again and told Becca to stop. "Sorry, babe, it's too desperate. I can't hold it anymore, especially not with you doing your thing". "Doesn't it feel good, though?" "It- mhmm- it feels so bloody good, but I can't wee the bed, it'll ruin the sheets. I need the loo". A huge part of Becca wanted to swing one knee over Hannah's waist, take control and tell her she had to hold it. But the more responsible side knew that today wasn't the day for that. It was too early in the relationship. So, reluctantly but understandingly, she backed off and let Hannah get up. She knew there were still ways she could have her fun.  When they reached the bathroom, Becca acted fast. She closed the lid of the toilet in one swift motion, stood up straight and pulled her naked, confused girlfriend into a hard kiss.  "What's going on here, then?" Hannah asked, clearly enjoying herself despite the feeling of uncertainty. Becca took her by the hand and led her into the shower cubicle.  "In here, you don't have to worry about ruining the bed," she explained, reaching over to turn on the hot water. The instant the warm jets hit Hannah, her knees buckled and she had to be caught by Becca, who instantly understood what had happened- just like her, Hannah had always been a woman who had to pee even worse when she got in the shower. They stood there, tightly embraced as two heads of hair grew soaking wet and stuck like plaster to their skin. The kiss began again, natural and pure- and while their tongues danced, Becca felt Hannah's fingers lock around her wrist and guide her hand back to where it had been on the bed. Her familiar motions elicited a groan of pleasure from Hannah, who broke away suddenly. "Baby, I'm gonna wee myself soon," Hannah breathed. "I know, my love," Becca assured her, "let it go". "Don't you want to move your hand?" Hannah asked. "No". Becca kissed her again, harder this time, harder than they'd ever kissed before. Her free hand climbed up, up Hannah's body, past her slippery breasts, over her shoulder and onto the side of her face to rest. As the fingers at the end of the other arm continued to artfully, expertly work their magic, she became vaguely aware that it was no longer just shower water she was feeling run over her wrist. Even if the warmth of Hannah's pee hadn't told the tale, her response gave the game away: the brunette moaned loudly and her body relaxed once she began to release her aching morning bladder.  "It's coming- I can't stop it," she gasped into Becca's shoulder.  "I don't want you to, babe," Becca told her, "just let it all out- fuck, this is so good." "No," Hannah said, "I didn't mean the wee..." Seconds later, Becca felt it, too: her lover stiffened up all at once, her breath suddenly caught in her throat, her sex hot and tight. Hannah's climax was almost as big as the ones of the night before, but this one felt somehow more intimate, more personal. It had come at the end of one of the most private acts of a person's life, even if the sense of privacy between these two had long since evaporated. Becca held her as she came, and when the waves at last subsided, she finally left Hannah with a comfortable emptiness between her legs. For a while, nobody said a word. But it was Hannah who broke the silence. "Wow". "Good?" Becca asked, the first sign of nerves all morning setting in. "Very fucking good," Hannah nodded vigorously, brushing drenched hair out of her eyes, "sorry I did a wee on your hand", she giggled. Becca smiled shyly. "I wanted you to," she admitted. "Although I didn't expect to be doing that with you today..." "Me neither, but we're definitely trying it again". Hannah took a step closer to Becca's body, placing one small hand on either hip, and their lips locked together again. Becca squealed in surprise as she felt a firm grip slide back to her bum and take hold of one cheek. She looked at Hannah with wide eyes, and her heart fluttered in excitement at the look of pure lust in the other girl's gaze. "Now, I think I should return the favour..."
Warning- this chapter contains plenty of messing. Enjoy! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- There was nothing Becca hated more than being woken by the fire alarm in the middle of the night. The sheer noise of it pained her like an electric drill to the eardrums, leaving her lost, forced to scramble out of bed and fumble for something to wear, discombobulated. After half a dozen midnight alarms over the last sixteen months, Becca was on autopilot as she climbed into a pair of jeans and located a bra in the dark. This was not her first rodeo.  She glanced over her shoulder and there was Hannah, sitting on the edge of her three-quarter mattress, sleepily slipping on an oversized t-shirt. In the dark room, barely awake, she still looked beautiful. But Becca was distracted from the sight by a sharp pain in her belly. The two had been out for a meal earlier that evening, and hadn't touched a drop of alcohol. Must've been something I ate, she thought dully. Stomach aches and fire alarms weren't a good recipe for a stress-free night. "What time is it?" Hannah asked in a drowsy voice. Becca reached on the table until she found her phone, flicked it on and flinched at the sudden light.  "Three-thirty," she announced, leaving the phone on her desk and hooking her bra on. Barefoot, she wrestled her feet into some trainers by the door and grabbed a top. By the time she was ready to head downstairs and face ten minutes in a freezing cold courtyard waiting for the alarm to stop, Hannah was already at the door. Even in her half-conscious state, Becca could read discomfort on the face of her girlfriend, who had one hand on her stomach.  "I already need a shit," she complained grumpily, "my belly's absolutely fucked". "Yeah, me too," Becca said. She looked longingly at the toilet, knowing she'd have to wait to get on it. "It has to be something from the restaurant". "Do we have time to poop up here and then go down?" Becca sighed. "Not really, Han. If we're late outside someone might come looking for us," she pointed out. Hannah groaned, knowing she was right. "i guess, but this had better be quick, 'cause I really gotta take a dump". "Tell me about it," Becca said, opening the door. Within a minute, they stumbled out into the busy courtyard, where dozens of irritable students were huddled together in the icy air. Hannah took Becca's hand and led her to the back of the group, twenty feet from anyone else.  "Why are we all the way over here?" Becca asked, confused. "I really have to fart, and I don't want anyone else knowing," Hannah explained. "Ah. Well, do it!"  "I just did". Becca couldn't resist the urge to breathe in through her nostrils and immediately recoiled. "Jesus, Hannah, that stinks!" she whispered. Hannah snorted with laughter. "I'm supposed to be the one with the killer farts, mate". "Not today," Hannah said smugly. "We'll see about that," Becca shot back. She stopped talking but Hannah recognised the sound of her friend trying to push. Because Becca had to poop too, it didn't take long for a loud, rumbling fart to pop out of her butt and start wafting upwards.  "OK, yours was louder but mine smelt way more impressive," Hannah decided after a while, "and there's loads more where that came from," she farted again to prove it, and again produced a foul scent. Becca laughed and mimed fanning in front of her nose, before responding with another one of her own. "You don't have to keep pushing out farts just to beat me, Bex," Hannah teased. "I'm not," Becca said proudly, "that one just slipped out". "Oh really?" "Really," Becca said, "They're coming out easy". "Only because you have to shit," Hannah reminded her, "don't get too cocky. I'm still fart queen". "Oh yeah? Prove it, babe," Becca taunted. "I will," Hannah said confidently, and her voice became strained as their one-upmanship forced her to start digging for something louder than Becca had managed, "your pathetic butt won't know- oh, shit". "What's up?" Becca turned for the first time away from the building and looked at her girlfriend. Hannah's face was a mask of panic, one hand clutching gracelessly at her bum. She looked at Becca with wide eyes. "I might have just sharted," she whispered. "No way". "Yes way". "You're winding me up," Becca said uncertainly. "For God's sake, Bex, why would I lie about that? Just- look," she grabbed Becca's wrist and, before the taller girl could react, placed it on the seat of her jeans. They were warm- and undeniably squishy.  "Oh my God," Becca hissed, shocked. She would ordinarily burst out laughing at Hannah's misfortune- but Becca was desperate herself. In a few minutes that could easily be her. She took Hannah by her free hand, quietly leading her away from the group and towards the back of the courtyard. "Let's get you over here, yeah?" Hannah still had one hand gripping her butt hard, but she turned away from the fence to hide her situation. Anyone who looked their way would likely see nothing more than two girls standing apart from the rest. "What exactly happened?" Becca asked kindly. "I pushed a bit too hard," Hannah admitted, "and a bit just slipped out. Fuck, Bex, I still really need a poo". "Me too, I'm absolutely bursting". Becca started to move side to side, shifting from her left foot to her right every couple of seconds. When she noticed Hannah staring, she explained. "This helps me hold it in". "Does it?" Becca thought about it. "No, not really," she confessed, "but it's better than standing still". The sound of the gate opening made both women jump as two members of site security bustled past and into the building. Neither seemed to notice that one of the girls in the corner had started to mess herself and the other one looked close to doing the same. "I really hope they're quick- how much longer can you hold it?" "Two minutes, maybe," Hannah said, pale-faced, "you?" "Five, tops," Becca admitted. Her stomach still cramped painfully, almost begging her to squat down and push it out, but she had to fight that instinct with every fibre of her being. Within minutes, they'd be able to re-enter the building- but Becca seriously doubted whether either of them could hold it in until they did. "Please try not to smell it, Bex," Hannah said meekly. Her face was burning red, and she didn't seem able to make eye contact.  "Hun, you know I don't mind," Becca tried to reassure her, "I crapped my pants in front of you last week and you were nice about it". "It's just... a bit different now. Now we're a thing". "Why would that make it different? It's just an accident, Hannah, they happen to everyone. Hell, I'm gonna have one if we're not inside really soon".  Hannah managed a half-smile at this. "It would be nice if it wasn't just me," she said, "How's your stomach feeling?" "Terrible, not going to lie. Yours?" "Absolutely shite. I can't wait to just get it out." Becca thought about this for a second. "You know," she began, "if you really need to, you could just..." "Just what?" "You could just finish going now," Becca finished. She could see Hannah open her mouth to protest, so she hastened to explain. "Your pants are already ruined, and nobody except me will know. It might make you feel better?" "Jesus, Bex, I'm not gonna shit myself on purpose!"  "Think about it, babe. Are you gonna make it all the way up the stairs and back to the room? In your state?"  For just a moment, Hannah's determined stare met Becca's sympathetic eyes. But then the shorter girl backed off, looking defeated.  "No," she conceded finally. She doubled over as another wave of agony pulsed through her battered bowels, and her hair fell loosely in front of her face. Becca reached over and placed a comforting hand on the other girl's back. "Oh God, Bex, I can't hold it in anymore".  "Then don't," Becca told her softly, "just go and we'll sort it out later". She hated seeing Hannah in pain, but knew that she herself was in an equally urgent situation. She thought grimly that there would probably be two pairs of brown underwear to deal with by the time they got back to the room. Almost subconsciously, Becca realised that she was squirming. Her cheeks were clenched together as if they were holding back a dam full of hot water. All at once she understood that one of them was going to have to shit themselves. Only one could sit on the toilet at a time, and the other would surely lose control while they watched their girlfriend relieve themselves. It was selfish, she knew, but it made sense if that person was Hannah, because her panties were already soiled.  Hannah seemed to have reached the same conclusion. "At least if I go now, we won't have to fight over who gets the loo first," she said.  "You don't have to do that for me. I just meant- I just meant that it would be less pain for you". "Also true. I just don't think I have it in me to poo my pants on purpose in front of you". "Babe. I don't care, I promise. It's okay, if you wanna let go, let go," Becca said again. "Ah, fuck," Hannah sighed, "It doesn't matter anyway". "Why not?" But Becca already knew why not. She could hear it, the soft crackling, the barely-audible squelch of jeans being filled. "Because it's coming out by itself," Hannah said, "shit, I can't-" she seemed unable to finish the sentence. Almost on autopilot, she bent her knees and squatted down as she finished pushing out the hot, loose mess into her underwear. Becca turned and looked away. "Oh God, I'm sorry, Bex," Hannah cried. "No, babe, it's not that. Just- watching you poo makes me need a poo even worse," she explained. "Ah, sorry- I'm almost done, hang on". Hannah grunted quietly as the last of it was forced out, then stood up. Becca turned back just in time to catch the other woman gingerly inspecting the damage with one hand.  "Is it bad?" "Yeah, these knickers are getting chucked out. Feels so much better, though," she said, "with anyone else I'd be crying right now but it's hard to be embarrassed in front of you after last week". "Mh, I know. If I'm gonna shit myself, I'm glad it's in front of you". Hannah laughed at that, which, considering her pants were filled with poop, Becca took as a win. "How are you feeling?"  "Let's just say I'm glad you shit yourself first," Becca said. "Why?" "Because it won't be as bad when I do the same in a minute". "Nah, don't worry, Bex. You'll make it- look, people are heading back in!" It was true; the alarm had shut off and the tired residents were beginning to funnel back into the building. Both women knew that they'd have to hang back so nobody noticed Hannah's accident, so they waited a few seconds before starting to move.  "Sorry if this is TMI, mate, but I'm touching cloth right now," Becca said, trying to make humour out of it. "Seriously?" "Yeah. I don't think I can get up the stairs like this". "You have to try, babe. We're not far now," Hannah said. It was impressive how encouraging she was managing to be while waddling to keep the mess in her knickers in place.  But by the time they'd reached the bedroom door, Becca had resigned herself. "Nah, it's coming out," she declared, "we're too late." Hannah swung the door open, but even over the sound of the electronic lock beeping, she could hear a soft fart from Becca morphing into the crackle of a turd pushing itself out.  Becca stumbled into the room, black hair bouncing off her back, and fumbled with the button on her jeans. After a second, they were around her ankles, and Hannah saw beyond doubt that they really had been just a little too late. An huge tent had formed in the back of Becca's tight white pants, forced into shape by a growing, girthy log that stuck out like a tail. Hannah flicked on the light and, as she watched, the poop stretched as far out as the fabric would allow and instead started to curl, squishing into the skin of Becca's bum as another piece began to force itself out. A tiny moan escaped the taller girl's lips. An earthy, inimitable scent filled the small room.  Hannah slid off her jeans, which had failed miserably to stay clean, and stepped into the shower before removing her underwear. The mess was incredible. Becca joined her seconds later, gracelessly dumping the contents of her knickers into the toilet before sitting down to push out the remainder. She looked up at Hannah, who had started using the detached shower head to wash her thighs clean. "I think we're gonna need some more plastic bags," she said dryly. Edited July 25, 2020 by Noot (see edit history)
Just a short chapter this time! Thank you again for all the feedback, it's all very much appreciated.  -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hannah was masturbating when the knock on the door came. In her defence, Becca was away visiting her parents, and Hannah was bored out of her mind. She was also already very horny, which was slightly embarrassing seeing as her girlfriend had only been gone three days. But, most potently, the last thing she'd been expecting on that Thursday afternoon was a visitor. The combination of those three factors was what had led her to this: lying flat on her back on the bed, jeans and underwear forgotten in a pile on the floor, getting warmed up as images of Becca floated through her mind. For whatever reason, Hannah found herself returning again and again to the memory of the taller woman's humiliating accident the week before, when the fire alarm and some dodgy food had forced her to empty her bowels into her underwear. Why this was turning Hannah on was a mystery to her- she wondered if it had something to do with the knickers Becca had been wearing at the time. Whatever the reason, it was proving worthy wanking material, and Hannah didn't feel like examining the meaning behind her mental pornography as she quickly settled into a sensitive circular rhythm.  No sooner than she had really gotten started, a sharp rap on the heavy door interrupted Hannah's session. She opened one eye, freezing up and silently thanking God that she was a compulsive door-locker. Hannah was reluctant to cut her fun so short- with any luck, it was someone who would go away in a second, but she wanted to be sure. "Who is it?" Hannah called tentatively. Her hand didn't move from the slippery warmth of her crotch. Relief washed over her as a familiar voice repsonded. "It's Alice," the voice said, "I need a favour". Hannah sat up, grabbed a pair of gym shorts from her cupboard and yanked them on before opening the door. Alice was standing there, still wearing a McDonalds uniform, face flushed. And, unless Hannah was very much mistaken, the older girl was fidgeting. "Can I use your loo?" she asked, "mine's getting repaired and I'm busting for a poo".  "Sure, come in," Hannah said quickly, stepping aside to let her desperate friend in, "you might as well leave the bathroom door open if you want company". "You're a fucking lifesaver, Hannah," Alice sighed gratefully as she slid her trousers and pants down to her ankles, "if you weren't in I would've had to ask my ex, he lives across the hall". Hannah snorted in derision. "I'd think I'd rather shit myself, if it was me," she said dismissively. Alice laughed at that, but it didn't come close to masking the sound of her bowels beginning to empty noisily into the bowl. "Wow- sounds like you got here just in time," she added. "You have no idea," Alice said in a way that very much implied that there was a lot to tell. "Bloody hell, that feels so good. You know those ones which just stretch your bum out?" Hannah knew exactly what she meant- it was a full-up feeling that always reminded her of anal sex, and vice versa, but she decided not to tell Alice that last part.  "Well, we might be here a while, you may as well give me the full story," Hannah said. Alice stopped, squeezed her eyes shut and let out the most unladylike grunt imaginable as she started pushing out a second log. When the turd was halfway out, she started talking again. "So, I just got off a six-hour shift. I get, like, half an hour in when my belly starts rumbling". "Oh, no". "Oh, yes. And my boss already hates me and she's really strict about bathroom time, so I couldn't fit in any more than, like, a tiny squirt of wee on my breaks". "What a bitch!" Hannah said, feeling like it was an appropriate response at that stage of the story. "I know! So I'm serving customers and trying to just do my job but all I can think about is getting off work so I can go home and have a massive poo. I did my last hour with my arsecheeks clenched," she laughed. "Okay, so when did you find out your toilet was getting fixed?" "Not until I got to my apartment. And by that point it's like, okay, if I don't find a loo soon I'm going to shit myself. But none of my flatmates were in, so I came here". "Lucky I was home," Hannah commented. "Very lucky. When I knocked on the door I was thirty seconds away from having an accident- look," she turned the inside of her underwear up to show Hannah: there was an obvious brown patch in the fabric. "I haven't had skidders like that in years".  "Glad I could be of service," Hannah said sincerely, "you've saved me and Becca a lot of trouble by letting us use your toilet". "How are things with Becca?" "Pretty great so far. I just don't want to lose the friendship we already had". Alice tore off two sheets of toilet paper, folded them into one and took her first wipe. She held the soiled paper up for inspection before dropping it daintily into the bowl. "Believe me, Hannah, that's not worth worrying about. Go with the flow". "Thanks," Hannah said. But she found that talking about the absent Becca made her sad and horny, so she changed the subject. "You know," she began wryly, "this is the first time I've seen you having a poo sober".  Alice burst out laughing at this. "You cheeky cow," she giggled, "I was bursting. But I suppose that's true. I can only apologise that you've had to see my bush twice". By now, she'd finished wiping, stood up and was buttoning up her work trousers.  "Nothing wrong with a nice bush," Hannah teased. "Fine, well, I'm sorry you've had to smell my farts twice". "I'm used to it at this point," she said, immediately paranoid that she'd hinted too much about her and Becca's recent accidents. Fortunately, Alice, who was washing her hands by now, didn't seem to pick up on it.  "Well, thank you so much," Alice said as she pulled in Hannah for a hug, "you've almost definitely just saved me from pooing myself". "Don't mention it, mate". "Next time you need somewhere to go in an emergency, you know where to find me," Alice told her.  "I will," Hannah said with a chuckle. Only once Alice had left the room did Hannah realise that the older woman had forgotten to flush. Surprised, Hannah went over to the toilet and was taken aback by what she saw. Alice wasn't skinny, but she also wasn't a big person- which made the sheer size of her dump quite remarkable to Hannah. There were three logs floating in the loo, each at least an inch thick and half a foot long. Hannah reached over to attempt a flush, but she expected it to block up at first, and got exactly that. With a sigh, she closed the lid, resolving to let the turds sit for a bit longer before trying again.  "Wow, Alice," she said to the empty room, "you weren't kidding when you said you were desperate". With the bedroom door safely locked again, Hannah slipped back out of her last-minute gym shorts and was excited to find that the symptoms of her previous arousal were still very much there. She flopped down on the bed, spreading out each limb and sliding back into the circular motions on her clitoris that had been so promising before Alice's urgent arrival. And when, once again, thoughts of Becca pushing a long, hard log into her knickers crept into her mind, Hannah didn't bother suppressing them.
So I haven't found time to write anything more on this story for a long while now, but today that changed. I've really missed writing these two characters, and not finishing their story would've been letting myself down massively. I've always been conscious that my stories are very dialogue-heavy, but with Hannah and Becca the dialogue is 90% of the charm, so in this chapter I've decided just to embrace it. I hope you enjoy too! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "When I..." "When you pooped yourself, Bex," Hannah repeated, "I'm sorry if that sounds weird". "It does," Becca said, shaking her head, "it's the last thing I expected you to say". "I know, it's crazy. Can we forget I said anything?" Becca did something then that Hannah didn't see coming: she kissed her. It wasn't a passionate kiss, certainly not sexual. But it was loving, and it made the world of difference to Hannah's worried mind.  "No, I don't think we're going to do that," Becca said. She sat on the bed and patted a spot beside her, indicating that she wanted Hannah to take a seat, which she did. "Tell me more, please". "It's kind of embarrassing," Hannah said sheepishly. "Han, in the time we've known each other I've seen you poo your pants several times, wet yourself even more, wee in an alleyway and I've walked in on you playing with yourself. I've also seen your internet history, which was disgusting, by the way". Hannah couldn't help laughing at this- the fears that she might have scared off Becca were fading now. "I don't think you could embarrass yourself in my eyes anymore".  "Okay, point taken," she smiled, "what do you want to know?" "Well, let's start with why it turned you on," Becca probed. She was curious and, Hannah noted, had adapted very quickly to this revelation- almost suspiciously quickly. "Honestly, Bex, I have no idea," Hannah answered innocently. "Try and guess for me," "Huh. I think it's something to do with you doing something so intimate in front of me," she mused. "Hannah, you've seen me go for a poo hundreds of times," Becca pointed out. "I know, but this time was different. I think it's because we're dating now," Hannah suggested, "everything changes once you've, you know... done the sexy times," "We first had sex weeks ago, you've seen me poo since then, too," "I know, I know. That's why I don't get it," Hannah said. "Do you think it was because you shat yourself on the same night?" Becca asked. "Maybe. Or maybe it was because you were so sexy," Hannah teased. "Don't try and change the subject, Han," "Sorry". "What about right now?" Becca was moving now, swinging one knee over Hannah's lap so she was kneeling right up against her girlfriend, "you're desperate, I'm desperate... does it do anything for you?" Hannah frowned. "I genuinely don't know," she answered earnestly.  "Want me to take off those panties and find out?" "Bex!" Hannah laughed, but she didn't respond to the question. "Well?" Hannah paused. She knew that Becca would make good on the threat, so there was no point denying anything. "Okay, I'm probably wet," Hannah admitted, "but it's your fault!" "How is it my fault?" "You're being all cute and shit! With your lines about ripping the dress off, and... and..." "And needing a poo?" Becca finished. Hannah looked away. "Yeah," "Don't look so embarrassed!" Becca insisted, "trust me, Han, I get it," "You do?" Hannah couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Yeah, I do. Back when we were just friends, and I was crushing on you hard, I always thought it was cute when you said you needed a wee. It made you look all vulnerable and stuff," "Does it still do anything for you?" "Well, yeah, kind of... I try not to think about it too much because it feels a bit pervy, but when I think about it, it's a turn-on knowing we're both desperate right now". "Seriously?" "Seriously". "This is turning you on?" "Yep," "Don't mess with me, Bex". Becca sighed, took Hannah's left hand in her right and led it beneath that thin red dress. Slowly, she held the palm up to her crotch. Hannah was stunned to find that there was no underwear between her and her girlfriend's pussy. She was even more stunned to come into contact with wet, warm flesh. "Surprise?" Becca said with a wink. "Holy shit," Hannah breathed. "See?" "Yeah, I do," "Just don't go a few inches lower," Becca warned. Hannah cocked her head. "Why, what's a few inches lower?"  "Probably a poo sticking out," "Bex! So you're sitting on my legs with a turtlehead," Hannah was struggling not to laugh, but she was also- wait- was she turned on at the thought of it? No, surely that couldn't be right. "Deal with it," Becca said slyly.  "Oh, shit, Becca," Hannah moaned, "I really wanna have sex. I've been looking forward to it all day. But..." "But you're too desperate?" "Exactly," "Me too," Becca said, "but as soon as this is out of me, we have a lot of catching up to do".
Disclaimer: FYI the character in this story is on crutches (obviously) from a sports injury. I don't mean to fetishize disability without consent, it's only because #1, it's a heavily embellished version of a true story I was told, and #2, it's a good storytelling way to delay someone and make them desperate. Plus I've never read it before. I hope no one minds and that you will enjoy! Sam banged the heel of her hand into her left thigh. She ran it down her leg, pressing hard, feeling her muscular thighs through her tight, light blue jeans. She had to pee badly, but here she was trapped on a bus that was rumbling and bouncing through traffic. She looked up toward the ceiling as she pounded her thigh again, and let out her breath in a long exhale. Take stock: she had to pee extremely bad, she was trapped on a bus, and worse, she could barely move her legs to help herself. Her right leg was in a semi-immobile foam brace from her shin to her upper thigh, thanks to a damaged ligament from her after-work soccer league. The leg was stretched out into the aisle and the crutches were leaning against the side of her seat. She couldn’t bounce her leg, and she couldn’t cross it over her good one to squeeze her crotch and gain some relief for her pounding bladder. Instead she just pressed her thighs together as best she could. Sam should have peed at work. She knew this, but she had had a busy day. It was a small company in a shared building and thanks to her condition, the small staff bathroom was two long shuffles down two different hallways and an elevator ride away. She didn’t have time, and her bus ride home was short, dropping her off practically right in front of her house – usually. She had forgotten about the annual street festival, the bus’s long, circuitous route around all the summer street vendors and arts and crafts tents. Then there was the traffic. Then there was the car accident. Long story short, the bus had barely moved for 40 minutes. Home wasn’t that far away. As Sam’s need grew from distracting to urgent to critical, she thought about – no, she outright fantasized about – getting off and making a run for home. But she couldn’t run, and the sidewalks in her city were a mess. Sam half grunted and half whimpered under her breath as she felt a twinge in her bladder. She squeezed her tense athlete’s muscles, pushed herself up on her firm, round butt cheeks, clutched her jean-covered thighs again, and survived the storm, held back the flood. For now. She was sweating like it was the second half, her shoulder-length hair starting to cling to her forehead and face. Sam needed to pee, maybe worse than she ever had since she was a little girl. Once she had peed her pants at the end of a roadtrip, held on – literally – for the whole ride only to lose control just through the door of her house, giving in to the relief and the warm spreading flow. This memory didn’t help things. Sam felt another twinge and she pressed into her crotch. It helped her weather another surge but this was a nearly full rush hour bus and she didn’t want to make a scene. But damn it, she was going to explode! The bus started to move again, and crawled past a few more streets. “Thank god,” Sam thought, scissoring her legs,“PLEASE. Go, go go. Oh my god.” She rocked forward and back a bit, squeezing her crotch hard, feeling her supple groin and its soft lace panties through the rough denim. She bit her lip, tasted the sweat there, and whimpered again. She was worried passengers would think she was having some sort of health crisis. She crunched her eyes shut tight and tried to shut out her pelvic pain and pressure. And opened them when the bus stopped again. “NO. No, no, no, oh my god, please,” she thought, frantic. She stomped her good foot, maybe a little too hard for discretion. “I’m actually going to piss my pants.” Traffic was clearly moving at a crawl but she realized: this was only about four streets from home. She could get off! She was an athlete and had had some practice with the crutches by now. With how slow traffic was, even she could outrun the bus at this point. Her urethra felt hot, like she was being poked with a needle, and her belly was noticeably full of all the liquid she was holding back. She thought in horror about what it would be like to pour her overfull bladder out onto this seat, how her desperate muscles would collapse so close to home, and her warm piss would pool under her ass and run into the aisle. How horrifying. To prevent that, it was now or never. Sam pushed through the heel of her good leg, grabbed the seat in front of her and pulled herself up. Standing awkwardly in the small space, the first thing she did was squeeze her crotch again, as her need had actually somehow gotten WORSE. “Oh my god.” She finally said it out loud. She grabbed her crutches and swung down the aisle toward the back door of the bus, not saying anything to the driver, not being able to spare attention for anything other than moving her arms and legs and squeezing her pelvic muscles for all she was worth. The driver saw her and opened the door. Now the dance: stand on the good leg, two crutches on the ground – pop! The shock of the crutches on the ground, resounding up her arms and through her body, jolted her bladder and she whimpered again. She swung her weight onto the crutches and was free, moving immediately, faster than anyone would have guessed a woman on crutches could go. Weight on the good leg, swing the crutches, POW, DON’T PEE, swing through, repeat. Bathroom. Bathroom. BATHROOM. NOW! In this manner three streets passed by for Sam in a blur. Then she had to wait at a crosswalk. “Come on, come on, come on,” she said under her breath. “I’m gonna peeee. Oh man, oh please.” She curtsied on her left leg several times, felt a wave of pressure building up deep somewhere behind and below her belly button, felt a rush of warmth moving in her groin. “Eh-AH.” She gave a breathy, groaning whimper, and moved her useless, straightened right leg the few inches across her crotch that her brace allowed. Oh how she wanted to cross her legs. God how she needed to pee. On her last curtsy, Sam deftly undid the button of her jeans. It barely helped. Oh how she wanted to keep going, tug down the zipper, pull jeans and panties down over her firm butt that was straining the material so hard. The pee would gush from under her short trimmed pubic hair like a hose… But not yet. Walk signal. GO. Sam crutched for all she was worth and her house was in sight now. Three stairs up the porch. POP the crutches onto the stair, DON’T PEE, swing through with your arms, land, repeat. She whimpered. Her tanktop was damp across her chest. On the second stair Sam had to stop and grab her crotch again. She could swear she was going to start peeing any moment. She prayed her roommates weren’t home. “Oh I have to pee, oh my god please.” Sam realized she was saying it out loud. She was going to wet her pants. Move, NOW. She closed the distance to the front door like an Olympian, then immediately began to curtsy as she dug in her purse for her key. “Come on, come on, come on,” she hissed. Her bladder was on fire. She could barely wait another moment. Her hands closed around her keys. She tried to keep her crutches tight under her armpits so she wouldn’t lose them while she bent nearly in half in front of the door, frantically stabbing the key around the lock until it finally fit. She turned it and the door swung open, nearly spilling her into the apartment. If she fell at that point she would have simply flooded herself, glorious ass in the air with piss pounding out of her. Instead she made it two hobbling steps and then the leak, just like when she was a girl. “No, NO,” she said, and forced her left hand down into the tight space behind the bulging button in the crotch of her jeans. Her panties were wet, both from sweat and from pee. “Mmm, mmm, MMM, Stop stopstopstopstop,” she moaned, her words running together. She twisted as much as her condition allowed. Through supreme effort, and a hot pain deep in her body from her vagina up into her belly, Sam stopped the flood. Just barely. “Move,” she thought. Oh, now. As usual, the popping crutching routine jolted her bladder, but it hardly felt any different over the constant shrieking pressure. She made it down the hallway and into the bathroom, not even able to close the door behind her. The toilet seat was open and the lid down – thank god she lived with girls – the toilet in its little alcove right next to the sink. Sam stood there, staring down into her toilet bowl, and began wetting her pants. She felt an almost penetrative force between her legs as her piss exploded. It even made a sound against the denim of her jeans for a moment that could be heard over Sam’s panting. A little river instantly ran down the inside of both her legs. But Sam was a fighter. She threw her crutches away, pivoted on her good heel and fell hard onto the toilet and began frantically tearing at her zipper. Her purse was still around her and it swung half way up her back in the commotion. Sam gave a groan that was half whine, half growl as she put all her weight through her good left foot and lifted her now damp ass off the seat. The muscle tension stopped her flow and Sam tugged at the waist of her jeans with both hands. The waist band did not give up easily, only barely rounding the bountiful curves of her tight, straining butt cheeks. Sam thrashed back and forth on the toilet seat, breathing sharply out of her mouth as she got her jeans down by brute force. A trickle began when they were barely clear of her soaking puss. She relaxed and let it happen. Her urine shot out of her dripping, newly naked pussy, further spraying into the interior of her jeans and underwear. The fight was just over. Sam decided to compromise with her fate and count this as a victory. “Ah- AhhhhhmyGOD, OOOhhhh.” She moaned. She sighed. She panted. Her urine raced out of her. After a moment she was able to pull the damp mess of her jeans and panties down her upper thighs to where they bunched around the leg brace. The sound of Sam’s relief changed from a pattering to a more familiar splash. It sounded like rapids or a waterfall, and she heard a hissing in her groin. Sam fully relaxed, slumping on the toilet and letting her arms and legs fall slack. The pee just kept coming, and she sighed. After a moment she became aware that she was facing directly out the bathroom door into the hall but fortunately she was alone. It was 40 seconds before her pee began to slacken off and she leaned forward, chin in her hands, and sighed like she had just came. Another sigh came from her with the last few splatters. “Oh my god, she said, then a high feminine sigh from deep within. Time to clean up this mess.
Difficult clothing Mary-Jane was every bit as excited for her five year old daughter’s birthday as her daughter was. She’d been planning it for months, the cake had arrived and a huge box of items was packed. Most of the forty invited kids had confirmed their attendance and all that needed done now was for Mia to wake up, unwrap her gifts and get on her new clothes.  Mary-Jane drank her morning coffee looking at the huge pile of wrapped gifts on the couch and listening for signs of Mia waking. Finally she heard her coming downstairs in her new pyjamas with ‘I am 5’ on, deliberately bought so they would look great on the photos. As an only child Mia was spoiled but Mary-Jane couldn’t resist and determined that her precious child was worth every penny.  Mia excitedly opened present after present while Mary-Jane snapped photo after photo. The rustling of paper and the huge pile of packaging wasn’t the picture image Mary-Jane wanted so she bagged the rubbish quickly, ordered the gifts in a decorative fashion and had Mia pose smiling in front of them. That’s how it should be and that’s what mattered to Mary-Jane.  Her phone buzzed with family FaceTiming and Mia delighted in showing off to aunts, uncles, cousins and grandparents all of whom doted on her enormously. Meanwhile Mary-Jane rustled up some pancakes and juice for her darling daughter then left her eating and playing while she showered, did her make up and got ready for the party. Despite being on the larger side with especially large breasts Mary-Jane knew how to show off her curves and her shoulder length hair was styled to the last follicle.  She then returned downstairs, washed Mia with a flannel and put on her new party dress that had set her back almost £50, pleating her hair and adding glitter for final effect. Mia looked every bit the princess her mum knew she was. She gave Mia juice and a biscuit, warning her not to spill anything on her outfit and had a glass of juice herself.  Mia grabbed one of her new toys to take with her and off they headed in the car for the party, Mia excitedly chatting away in the rear. A few faithful family and friends were already there putting final decorations to the hall and they helped Mary-Jane in with the large LOL doll cake, LOL themed party bags, napkins, plates and even masks for the children. Mia played with a balloon happily with her cousin while set up continued.  ‘Are the party organisers on their way Mary-Jane? I thought they’d be here by now?’  Mary-Jane checked her phone but just then a couple arrived with bin bags, balloons, and a huge suitcase.  ‘Sorry we are a little late! It’s been one of those mornings. Don’t worry we’ll have everything set up in ten minutes.’  Mary-Jane caught up with friends as the party organisers busied themselves setting up music, lights, a bouncy castle, a ball pit and pinning up decorations as the couple were in and out the room getting more and more things. Just as they confirmed they were ‘good to go’ more children arrived and Mia got more and more excited seeing school friends, neighbours, girls from her dance class and both boys and girls from her art class, all bringing cards and gifts and running to play.  As the party got fully started by the hosts the male from the couple asked to speak to Mary-Jane so she broke away from the crowd and stood outside the room briefly. ‘Hi, we have a bit of a problem. I know you paid for two mascots but unfortunately we can only provide 1 today. We’ll give you a discount today but I wanted to ask if you preferred Queen Bee or Lux? Does your daughter prefer one over the other?’  Mary-Jane was almost in tears!  ‘No! No! She NEEDS to have both! Mia has to have two because her friend only had 1 and I promised her TWO at hers! This really isn’t acceptable at all!’  ‘ I am so sorry mam! We do have both outfits here and if anyone would be willing to use one I will happily let them. I had someone lined up but they have taken ill at the last minute I’m afraid. Company policy is that anyone using the outfits must be vetted for security though? Do you have any school teachers, dance teachers etc here that might help?’  Mary-Jane tried to think. ‘No! No! It’s my mum and dad and my sister and brothers and a couple of parents but no-one like that! Look there HAS to be a solution. Mia HAS to have both Queen Bee AND Lux. It’s her birthday!’  ‘I can’t apologise enough mam. The only other thing I can suggest is that maybe if  you were willing to be one? As Mia’s mum of course you would be exempt from needing vetted as you can, of course, have close contact with your own child. I am sorry it’s just all I can think of.’  Mary-Jane thought for a moment then nodded. ‘Ok. I’ll do it. I will not allow my child to do without. Just let me know when I need to put it on. I assume it’s easy enough? So it’s like 5-10 minutes at the end or something right?’  ‘Oh that’s great! Well actually I like them to be out for at least twenty minutes dancing with the kids, getting photos etc. The kids LOVE the mascots so much. It can be hard for us to get them away to be honest!’  ‘Oh. I understand. As I say just say when. I’d better get back. Mia will be wondering where I am!’  In fact Mia was too busy having fun with her friends to have even noticed her mum had briefly left the room. Mary-Jane whispered to her mum and sister what was happening asking them to take copious photos of Mia with the mascots before taking photos of all the children having fun herself. The party hosts were doing a great job keeping the kids entertained playing games and dancing. In no time at all the kids were guided to sit down for drinks and snacks and Mary-Jane had a quick glass of diluting juice as the hosts and family gave out crisps, sausage rolls, nuggets, cocktail sausages, pizza, cheese, sweets and sandwiches to every child. Mary-Jane was just taking more photos when she had a tap on her shoulder. A nod from the party organisers told her it was time.  In a small side room Mary-Jane was handed a huge LOL costume including shoes, full head gear and padding.  ‘Can I just nip to the ladies first?’  ‘Can you wait? It takes two to get these things on. We are due on in six minutes and as soon as you have it off you’ll be free the rest of the party.’  Mary-Jane thought for a moment before opening the costume fully and starting to pull it on. There was a huge padded body suit including arms and padded gloves, a full over the head part, trousers, and even padded shoes. She started by pulling the trousers on then climbing into the body part, grateful that it wasn’t too tight against her fuller body.  ‘How does this fasten then?’  ‘They zip up the back. I’ll do you and then if you could do mine? You put the feet on next and the head on last. It’s sweaty in these mind but the kids faces are so worth it’  Mary-Jane pulled the sleeves to her shoulders, the padding making her even larger than she was in every area. She hobbled towards the female party organiser who quickly zipped her up at the back.  ‘Take your shoes off. It’s much easier to get the feet on in just socks and keeps the material cleaner’  ‘Ok’  She climbed into the feet pulling them tight on and then shuffled to zip up the organisers costume. She then pulled the head over her head and tried talking, which was almost impossible. She pulled the head over up slightly.  ‘Do I look ok?’  ‘Perfect’  ‘Cool because I really should have went to the toilet first! So in, dance, photos and out? 15 mins tops? Not sure I can stand the heat much longer than that!’  ‘Yip. Should be fine. Right let’s go!’  Mary-Jane peeked into the hall through the eye holes of the mascot outfit seeing the forty or so kids sitting on the ground avidly looking at the entertainer who appeared to be be playing some sort of LOL themed game with the thrilled audience. Lux stepped in first and Mary-Jane followed as Queen Bee in her huge golden puffy dress up mascot outfit. Wether it was nerves or just genuine need she wasn’t sure but suddenly he felt incredibly desperate to wee! Now wasn’t the time! Mia needed her.  It took just one child to notice the mascots and the children all ran excitedly to see them. Not being used to the sudden charge of children in a padded costume Mary-Jane almost fell backwards. Thankfully, Lux was more prepared and put her arm out to stop the children. As expected the children loved the mascots and Mary-Jane found herself beaming and emotional as she heard Mia’s little voice squeal with delight. She got caught up in the moment dancing and hugging the children and standing for so many photos. Despite her aching throbbing bladder she just couldn’t pull herself away from the adoring children.  Eventually after almost twenty minutes someone guided her out the room by which time someone had already taken Lux back to the changing room and unzipped her. Mary Jane walked in and pulled the head gear off panting for air.  ‘Geez these things are hot. And goodness I am bursting for the loo so bad! Can you unzip me? Thanks!’  It took a lot of effort to pull the dress off with its long full length sleeves and padded gloves and as soon as Mary-Jane could she moved from foot to foot and grabbed between her legs.  ‘I wish I had went to the toilet before doing that! I had to concentrate so much in there to keep it in. God these things are murder to get off aren’t they?’  ‘Yip. Listen we don’t want us both coming out here at the same time or one of the smart kids will guess it was us as the dolls. I’ve just got these shoes to get off then I’ll head back in. It’s straightforward to get off now. See you in a bit. And well done!’  Before Mary-Jane could protest the woman left her alone with padded shoes and dress trousers still to get off. By now frantic to pee Mary-Jane danced around from foot to foot trying to undo the ties of the padded feet unsuccessfully.  ‘Dear God I have to pee so bad! Come off! Hurry up!’  Finally one foot loosened and Mary-Jane slipped it off. Hopping and trying to hold herself she put the other foot on a chair but as she bent forward to undo the ties she felt a spurt of pee escape her crotch. Grabbing herself she tried pushing hard between her legs but the mascot trousers, her leggings and underwear formed too many layers to get enough pressure.  She yanked hard at the shoe and pulled it off.  Now all that was left was the tan trousers.  Mary-Jane cursed as she tried to undo the clip at the waist that held them up, but it wouldn’t budge. The costume wasn’t designed for someone of her build despite being elasticated. She tried again jumping up and down in panic and urgency to urinate.  ‘Come on! Come on!’  Unable to leave to room in case a child from the party recognised the character mascot trousers and with no-one to help her Mary-Jane tried a third time, even trying to nudge the trousers down with the clip closed. Her thighs were just too big though and she just couldn’t stay still. She sat on a plastic chair bouncing her knees and legs frantically trying to think what to do when another strong bladder spasm hit.  With her legs spread apart she leaned forward in the chair, her hands on her knees and her teeth clenched. Another longer spurt rushed out uncontrollably, then a four second pause before the damn burst its banks completely . Mary-Jane could feel the warmth and liquid rush through her thong, pour into the crotch of her leggings then run down her leggings and soak through the mascot trousers. She sat there frozen to the spot as her bladder completely emptied, her face red with embarrassed but her mouth no longer clenched and tense.  Quickly she then stood up, stepped forwards, undid the suit trousers, pulled them off and wrapped them altogether with the rest of the mascot outfit in the bag and ran to the ladies next door where she washed her hands, splashed her face with cold water and used the hand dryer as much as possible to dry her leggings whilst still on. Thankfully being black and having faced forwards most of the damage was down the inside legs, the crotch and her bottom.  She left the ladies and looked in on the party which was just finishing. Whilst the children said goodbye to the organisers Mary-Jane slipped in grabbed her coat and tied it round her waist to hide any visible signs of her accident.  She paid the organisers cash and tipped them well hoping the suit trousers would dry before they noticed what had happened.  ‘Mum, mum, wasn’t that brilliant! Did you see Lux and Queen Bee mum? I won pass the parcel! Oh and can Kyra come and play, please mum...please?’  Kyra’s dad approached smiling with Kyra by his side.  ‘If her dad says that’s ok?’  ‘If you don’t mind Mary-Jane?’  ‘No it’s fine. You are both welcome if you want. As long as you don’t mind me getting a quick shower? I’m....sweating after the party’ Kyra’s dad winked at Mary-Jane. ‘Of course not. You know I have been hearing so much about these LOL dolls today. I never knew some colour changed, some spit...and some even pee!’  He glanced down at Mary-Jane’s legs before smiling at her.  ‘I wonder which one of those Queen Bee does?’  Mary-Jane laughed. ‘Apparently you only find these things out by giving them a drink. You fancy a coffee at mine?’
(This extended preview features themes of extended holding, desperation, and super long peeing. It takes place in a fictional University setting, so will contain mild references to alcohol and party culture, as well as some mild nudity and sexual themes.) Episode One (part one) Nestled away in a particularly special corner of England, at the very top of the tallest hill for miles around, sat the most luxurious of Camber Hills' student lodgings. A silver Rolls Royce approached, weaving its way up a long, leafy road and from its back seat, an appreciative passenger caught her first glimpse of Camber Manor through the auburn trees. Her lips curled into a satisfied smile as the residence came more clearly into view and she drank in every last drop of its splendid exterior. Where else but here would Cordelia Finegold, fairest and dearest of all, choose to call her home for her first year as a University student… ***** Dozens of over-excited freshers were already buzzing about the hallways of Camber Manor, furnishing the rooms and dormitories with their possessions as well as with a feverish air of anticipation. Among the masses was one of a select few students who had either already finished offloading their things, or had had them delivered ahead of time for the sake of convenience. On the top floor of the Lazuli wing, with no bags left to unpack, Ruby Wang sat twiddling her thumbs and listening to the commotion on the other side of her door. She was the first to arrive in the four-girl suite to which she'd been assigned and every passing pair of footsteps sent her heart racing. Really though, it hadn't stopped thumping since she'd noticed one particular name on the sheet of paper attached to the door. The odds were astronomical, but what if it was that Cordelia... The friend of a friend of a friend, who her classmate had mentioned so off-handedly the year before but so intriguingly to Ruby as 'the girl who never went to the toilet...' Of all the possible room-mates she could end up with, Ruby thought it would be amazing for it to be someone like her. Someone who not only shared Ruby's peculiar penchant for putting off trips to the toilet, but who excelled at it to the point that she could even become the subject of her own rumours… In any case, Ruby was getting ahead of herself. Other than that first name and the fact she was supposed to be ‘breathtakingly’ gorgeous, there was no way to tell for sure if this room-mate was the real deal - although a few ideas did spring to mind. Suddenly the door swung open. Ruby's heart drummed as into the shared sitting room walked a tall, dark-haired girl with an attractive face and an enormous bust. When she confidently introduced herself as Vanessa Schultz though, Ruby did her best to hide her disappointment and pointed her towards the bedroom on the left. A moment later, another head popped round the door, this time a shorter girl with a mousy brown ponytail and a face as cute as a button. But Lauri Taylor, as she quietly made it known, wasn't the one Ruby sought. Twice she'd been fooled for the briefest of moments, but Ruby would have little doubt the third time around - not simply due to the process of elimination, but rather because there was no mistaking the subtle golden glow that seemed to frame the perfect silhouette now standing at the door. The half-girl half-goddess paused for a second, then swept inside the room, snatching the attention of all three of her room-mates. Amused by the reaction she'd caused, her lips curled into a smile for the second time that morning. 'Are you going to just stare at me all day, or are you going to introduce yourselves?' Vanessa took the bait, stuck out her chest and smiled, then she led the way, enthusiastically introducing everyone on their behalf. Ruby stood back, in awe of the way the charismatic stranger had immediately won command of the room. Even Vanessa - tall as she was, seemed to shrink slightly in stature before the newest arrival, although, as the girl twirled out of her burgundy cape, Ruby wondered if it was the sudden sight of an equally enormous bust that had knocked Vanessa back. Good for her then that she'd finished with the introductions and only needed to point around the room to show where everything was. To Vanessa's rear, the kitchenette and on either side of them, the doors to the two bedrooms. 'Bathrooms are inside the rooms in case you were wondering. I think there's one in each, so feel free to pop in and use ours if ever yours is busy.' It was subtle, but the girl suddenly appeared to lose interest in what Vanessa was saying at this point and began idly staring around the room. Undeterred, Vanessa smiled and turned towards the kitchenette. 'Anyway I'm gasping for a cup of tea! Anyone want one? Don't worry, I've got spare mugs!' Three raised hands and one boiled kettle later, four large mugs of tea sat steaming on the coffee table. But no self-respecting fresher could, in good conscience, toast the start of their University journey with such a responsible drink. So once the mugs were emptied, plans were made to venture into town at the first opportunity in order to find some booze. Orientation wasn't until two thirty in the afternoon, meaning there were a good few hours they could kill. Before they left, Lauri and Vanessa went to their room - Lauri for a 'quick wee' and Vanessa her purse - and for the first time, Ruby was left alone with the girl with whom she'd be sharing the room on the right. 'Um... Just to be sure… Your name is Cordelia, right?' The girl sitting in the single-seater threw her eyes back sarcastically. 'Durr,' she laughed, 'Yes... Cordelia Finegold.' Ruby laughed back nervously and wondered if she really was looking at 'the one'. Everything about her so far was superlative; from her head to her toes, she was absolutely the type of girl people would make rumours about, but still, Ruby had to know if the most important rumour of all was true… Swinging her cape back over her shoulders, Cordelia stood up as Vanessa came back into the sitting room. For an awkward moment (made more awkward by Cordelia's impatient sighing) they waited for Lauri to return from the toilet. Very soon there came a flush and an embarrassed face then dashed out apologising to everyone. Lauri looked a touch surprised to see everyone already standing there ready to go and also that no one else but she had gone to the toilet. Ruby noticed, as well, just how casually the other two were about leaving without a trip to the lavatory and - although indeed it was very early days yet - she couldn’t help but grow quietly excited. Ruby's excitement continued to simmer under the surface for the rest of the morning and on into the afternoon as she secretly kept tabs on her group of room-mates. Having not been to the toilet herself, she had her own reasons for feeling a buzz, but after more than three hours exploring the streets without either Cordelia or Vanessa caring to stop in at any of the public facilities around town, it started to dawn on Ruby that there might be something to her suspicions. Trudging back up the hill with a quarter of an hour to spare before their orientation meeting, Ruby received a signal from her bladder that it might like to be emptied soon, but she was used to denying such requests and casually shooed it away. Lauri seemed to be dealing with a similar appeal from her bladder and, perhaps still embarrassed that she was the only one to have used the toilet thus far, appeared to be doing her best not to show it. Discreetly, she fell into step with Ruby, a couple of paces behind Cordelia and Vanessa, then lowering her voice, she whispered into her ear. 'I really need a pee, what about you?' Ruby thought it quite telling that Lauri would assume she, of all of their group would be most like her in the bladder department. Unluckily for her though, Ruby shook her head and offered a sympathetic smile, but it was obvious that Lauri was disappointed. As they neared the steps leading back up to Camber Manor, Vanessa reminded everyone of the time. It had taken them a lot longer than expected to get back up the hill and now they only had a couple of minutes to spare. Originally they'd intended to go back to their suite to drop off the half dozen plastic bags they'd accumulated, but Vanessa proposed they head straight to the dining hall instead. 'Is it really such a big deal?' Contrary to Vanessa, Cordelia didn't seem to think there was any need to hurry and Vanessa found her tongue suddenly tied. Lauri then interjected, spotting an opportunity. 'It's all right, I'll take the bags! You all go ahead!' Eyebrows were raised as she energetically zipped around, gathering up the bags and reassuring everyone she could make it in time. 'I do gymnastics, so I’m strong enough to manage! And I'll be super quick!' Just like that, Lauri had the bags and she dashed off ahead, disappearing up the steps. Ruby had a feeling she knew what her plan was and hoped she made it to the toilet in time, never mind the orientation… In the end, they all made it and Lauri rejoined her room-mates in the queue to the dining hall looking a lot more comfortable than she had previously. Ruby's bladder soon sent up another complaint (which was duly rebuffed) and she wondered about the other two girls. When they were in town they'd all stopped for coffee and both Vanessa and Cordelia had drunk a large beverage each, so in addition to that morning's cup of tea and whatever else they'd had before, it was certain that their bladders were holding some amount. But whether they, too, were rejecting calls from down below, or if anything was registering at all, Ruby had no clue. Both seemed so calm and collected, even as one of the house wardens appeared from a side room to let everyone in the antechamber know they were welcome to help themselves to refreshments while they waited. The woman wheeled out two large urns of tea and coffee, as well as several jugs of squash, which were rapidly surrounded. 'Do any of you want anything from the trolley?' Vanessa was clearly keen for yet another caffeine fix and offered to make the trip on everyone's behalf. 'I'll come with you,' declared Cordelia all of a sudden. Vanessa smiled happily, appreciative of the gesture but misinterpreting its intention, and reiterated her question to Lauri and Ruby, who both opted for squash. In no time the dining room doors were opened and the students entered to take their seats, sipping their various drinks throughout the half-hour introduction to life at Camber Manor. Obviously wired from all the caffeine she was drinking, Vanessa watched with her full, undivided attention. Cordelia however, despite her own drink, looked as if she would soon die of boredom, but she did soon perk up when once the talk concluded, the students were directed to the back of the hall. Much like Cordelia, everyone else who’d fallen asleep by this point, upon the announcement of the start of 'freshers week', was miraculously restored of enthusiasm and motivated in a heartbeat to sign up for the events, fairs, activities and most importantly, the parties all taking place over the next seven days. A team of volunteers was on hand to take down the students' names, which included all four of the girls in Ruby's suite (as she found out when they reunited in the antechamber). The last to emerge from the dining hall was Cordelia, who, she advised without any apology, had been caught in conversation with one of the older student volunteers. She didn't go into detail, but gave the exceptionally well-dressed second year a subdued wave as she sidled past them on her own way out. In any case, nobody asked and the next minute they decided to head in the direction of the common room, where it appeared, a number of people were congregating. Just down the hall from the dining room, the common room had comfortable sofas and televisions, group activities such as a snooker and table tennis tables and, although it looked like it was closed at that particular moment, a real and functioning bar. 'There was a bar all along? And we went and bought all that booze!' Vanessa slapped her forehead and laughed loudly, drawing the attention of a mixed group of students sitting on the sofas nearby. 'You bought booze as well? So did we!' An easy-going blonde girl turned around with a grin on her face, addressing them all with her very open body language. Sat next to her were presumably people with whom she'd already made acquaintance and Ruby suddenly felt their two groups begin to gravitate towards one another. 'If we'd known this place was here, we wouldn't have bothered,' the girl continued, before a lanky-legged boy behind her joined in the conversation. 'To be fair, Connie, I don't think it's even open until tomorrow, so we can still get drunk tonight at least.' He sat up, moving his dark curtains to the sides of his face and peered over Connie's shoulder. Evidently he'd seen something he liked. 'Hi, I’m Donnie. Do um, do you guys fancy bringing your booze up to our floor? If we put it all together we could make ourselves a little party, couldn't we...' 'Ooh, a house warming! That sounds awesome!’ And it wasn't only Connie who thought so. Vanessa, Lauri and Ruby were all keen to participate and even Cordelia said she was up for it, so they pulled up a few chairs and stayed for a while, exchanging details and whatnot with the half-dozen friendly students. But as 'a while' turned into the rest of the afternoon, Ruby could no longer keep her mind off her bladder, which was filling past a point that she could ignore. She crossed her legs, having to apply pressure for the first time and glanced around at the others. Vanessa was chatting away enthusiastically with one half of the circle and Cordelia was also in the thick of a muted yet no less involved conversation with the other half. From their body language, Ruby couldn't tell if they were making an effort to look the way they did, but if neither of them needed the toilet by now, it undeniably meant both of their bladders must dwarf her own. With as much charisma as the two girls had between them, there was no chance of anyone standing up before either decided it was time to move and so Ruby endured the pain of her full bladder for as long as the conversations carried on around her. She was barely taking part at this point and simply allowed herself to be tossed to and fro between the immense tides of her steely-bladdered room-mates. Somewhere nearby, Lauri's leg was bobbing up and down, so Ruby could be certain there was at least one more person present who needed a pee, but it wasn't until Connie slapped her thighs and said 'Right!' that it became clear practically everyone had been waiting for the go ahead. On her cue, they all rose (all except Cordelia and Vanessa) and on the premise of 'getting the party started', wasted no time in filing out of the common room. Lauri and Ruby weren't far behind everybody else and moved quickly to the exit. While she wanted to watch the other two, Ruby knew she'd soon wet herself if she didn't hurry, so alongside Lauri, dashed up the main staircase and to the upper floors, then down their corridor and into the suite, where they parted ways and found desperate relief in their respective bathrooms. Although she closed the door to the bathroom, Ruby heard Lauri's exaggerated sigh of relief through the open bedroom doors, as they both sat down and finally let go. In comparison, Ruby was only slightly less vocal, but the sound of her thunderous pee probably reached just as far, and continued to rumble on even as she heard faintly the flush of the toilet from the other side of the suite. A full forty five seconds after Lauri, Ruby flushed the toilet and took a moment to calm down. It was one of the longest, most enjoyable pees she'd ever taken and had she been alone she might have spent a while longer patting herself down, but with the added prospect of Cordelia and Vanessa on the horizon, she made haste and joined Lauri in the sitting room. Having taken their time in getting back from the common room, neither Cordelia nor Vanessa seemed in any hurry to go to the toilet, or ready to even acknowledge the bathrooms’ existence as they re-entered the suite still in conversation… Connie had said to come up to her suite on the top floor of the Emerald wing from seven, so after a quick change and a touch of primping in the bedroom mirrors, the girls were ready to head back out almost as soon as they'd stepped in. Cordelia led the way, barely having spent a moment on her appearance, yet still looking as fresh-faced as she had that morning - not to mention more dazzling than the other three girls combined, although that wasn't to say they hadn't made an effort. Either way, the pattern of the night was set early on and Cordelia wedged herself into one of the settees, drink firmly in hand and a handful of eager listeners all around her. On the opposite settee, Vanessa was also surrounded, and like in the common room, the two girls' respective conversations carried on almost with their own gravitational pull. Drinks, it seemed, found their way to each of their hands without any effort at all on their part and well into the night, both had ended up putting away a fair few. Astonishingly though, despite them sinking bottle after bottle, neither appeared even slightly out of control. Ruby presumed that Vanessa, with her larger frame, was naturally capable of soaking up the alcohol, but how Cordelia did it, just like much else that she did, remained a mystery. At the other end of the scale, Lauri was a mess after her first drink. Donnie, the lanky-legged boy from earlier, who as it transpired was Connie's cousin, was all over her the entire night and would barely leave her alone, only occasionally letting her slip away so she could go to the toilet - not that Lauri particularly minded… In spite of the frequency of her trips (and she went so many times, Ruby eventually lost count), she seemed to quite appreciate the attention she was getting. Though Ruby wasn't quite so popular, she was more than happy to watch her room-mates and kept switching her focus between the corner where Lauri was, and the centre of the room where Cordelia and Vanessa remained perpetually rooted to the settees. Every time Lauri would escape the clutches of her admirer to go and have yet another pee, the fact that the others hadn't gotten up a single time became more and more astounding. It was as if the gap in size between the two of their bladders and everyone else's bladder was tangibly stretching larger and larger with every passing minute. Ruby felt almost as if she could see them both growing fuller and fuller, and yet they didn't move a single inch against their will. As the night wore on, even Ruby felt her bladder filling and she couldn't believe it when, close to midnight, she started to approach and then reached her own limit. After a further hour with her legs firmly crossed, Ruby could take the pain no longer and made use of the bathroom in one of the suite's bedrooms. As much as she peed, and again she peed a lot, Ruby could only imagine how much more Cordelia and Vanessa must have been holding and it was very difficult indeed for her to avoid getting lost in her thoughts on the toilet seat, especially with so much alcohol in her system. On her way out, still wet from the cold water she'd splashed onto her face (and only that...), Ruby spotted Lauri now feverishly playing tongue tennis in the corner. She and Donnie appeared to be quite engrossed in what they were doing and the next moment, the small girl decided to stand up and throw herself on top of him. The pair swiftly went tumbling over the back of the single-seater they were using and crashed into a heap on the floor. Connie swung around in reaction to the commotion and jokingly chided her cousin, but when she saw the state Lauri was in, grew slightly more concerned. 'Er, is she okay?' Lauri had passed out and was face-down, slurring nonsense into the carpet. When Vanessa noticed, she got up immediately and rushed to her room-mate's aid, taking the whole situation quite seriously and even motioning for Ruby to come over. With her help, they got Lauri back on her feet, but seeing as she wasn't coming around, Vanessa decided they should probably call it a night and carry her back to their room. Connie reassured Vanessa it was no problem as she saw them off at the door, batting away a slew of apologies. Though she indeed seemed not to have any issues with what had happened, she wouldn’t stop peering up and down the corridor, anxiously wondering out loud where her cousin had disappeared to… The girls' suite was at the opposite end of Camber Manor, so it was with some difficulty that they escorted Lauri all the way back, but between the three of them (or rather two and a half), they eventually managed to successfully dump her onto her bed. Vanessa sat by her side, while Ruby and Cordelia stood in the doorway watching on. It seemed Lauri was peaceful enough, but Vanessa's face wore a frown nonetheless. Ruby noticed she'd been wearing the same expression since she left Connie's room and it wasn't clear if she was simply concerned, or if there was something else bothering her. After a while, Lauri stopped mumbling to herself and dozed off, and Vanessa breathed a sigh of relief. 'I'll get her some water in case she wakes up and wants a drink...' On that note Vanessa rose from the bed and stepped through into the kitchenette, although something in her body language seemed slightly off. She almost seemed to be rushing as she rummaged in the cupboard, before remembering all the mugs were still turned upside-down beside the sink. Ruby was convinced now that she must be in need of a pee, and her erratic movements were the unconscious side-effects of a vastly over-filled bladder. Any second now, Ruby thought, she'd excuse herself and go inside her room's en-suite, but the very moment Vanessa placed a mug on the bedside table and turned around, apparently to do just that, Cordelia found the need to speak up. 'Vanessa?' Just like that, Vanessa stopped dead and inquisitively looked Cordelia's way. 'Do you think she might be better off on her side?' Gesturing towards the sleeping Lauri, who was by no means in a dangerous position, but lying awkwardly enough to raise just a smidgen of concern, Cordelia managed to spur Vanessa into tending to their room-mate for a moment longer and forcing her to postpone her trip to the toilet. Once she'd helped Lauri onto her side, Vanessa again started to move towards the bathroom, but once more Cordelia stopped her, all of a sudden quite eager to engage her in conversation. She made a quip about her secretly being Florence Nightingale in disguise, to which Vanessa proudly replied that her mother was in fact a nurse and that she herself was going to be studying medicine. 'Oh really? What field?' asked Cordelia, her head tilted as if she was intensely keen to know. Ruby sensed that Cordelia was asking these questions on purpose, but she couldn't work out why and she curiously watched the odd exchange, her heart beating at quite a tempo throughout. Unable, or unwilling to leave Cordelia's questions unanswered, Vanessa crossed her legs and fiddled with her hair, suppressing her desperation as much as she could, while making every effort to respond earnestly. 'That's fascinating...' Cordelia trailed off momentarily, making it seem like she was going to let Vanessa go, but just as the girl thought she was free and shifted her weight towards the bathroom door, Cordelia piped up again. 'Oh, you know, I was wondering! Since you're a nurse at heart, you'll probably know... but aren't you meant to rehydrate after binge drinking? To avoid a hangover? Did you want a mug of water as well?' Vanessa continued to shift her weight from one foot to the other, trying her hardest to bumble a response. 'Err... That's really thoughtful of you, Cordelia. I've… read it can help, but-er... Err, just bear with me a moment, I've-er - I'll just be a tick...' Unable to put it off any longer, Vanessa hurried towards the bathroom door. Ruby noticed Cordelia trying and failing to suppress a smile as she watched her disappear inside, the satisfied pleasure more than apparent on her face. Ruby too, having finally read Cordelia's power move, couldn't avoid cracking a big grin herself. Spotting this, Cordelia glanced approvingly in her direction and offered to pour her a mug too if she wanted. 'Er, yes please!' Ruby's heart was pounding. Cordelia was really living up to her expectations and she stood in the bedroom doorway staring at her as she picked up two mugs. Meanwhile, behind Ruby's back, Vanessa began to pee and the sound of an intense, gushing hiss struck both her and Cordelia’s ears as clearly as if the bathroom door wasn’t even closed. Cordelia rolled her eyes derisively. She turned on the tap, twisting it much further than was necessary and created a jet that was just about able to cover the sound from the bathroom. Taking her time to fill each mug, Cordelia made enough noise in the process that Ruby could only barely hear Vanessa going, but keep going she did, and after the tap was eventually twisted shut, her pee was still very much under way. It had such power that Ruby assumed she must be pressing down on her bladder with all her weight, and even after over a minute and a half, the constant waves of pressure had not weakened. In her life, Ruby had never heard anyone pee so hard for so long and her shock showed on her face, but Cordelia remained unmoved and unimpressed, almost as if she had heard someone surpass what Vanessa was producing. With a solid gulp, Ruby wondered if that person was Cordelia herself. And if so, just how much longer was this girl capable of avoiding the toilet -- how much bigger was her bladder if a pee that had stormed past two minutes and counting was so far beneath her… In the bathroom, Vanessa continued to push out wave after wave of incredible pressure for the better part of another minute, before finally trickling to a stop. Promptly after flushing the toilet and washing her hands, she joined Ruby and Cordelia in the sitting room, offering a sincere apology for her hasty retreat. 'What were you saying again, Cordelia?' 'I don't remember,' Cordelia replied, looking away. 'Anyway it doesn't matter, I think I'll go to bed now.' Vanessa looked somewhat remorseful. 'Gosh, I'm sorry. I took too long didn't I... I-' Suddenly Cordelia looked back at Vanessa and cut her off. 'No... No, you didn't...' Ruby wasn't certain, but she had the impression that Cordelia’s intention was not to reassure Vanessa, even though Vanessa clearly took her words in that way. ‘Oh, that’s good then… It’s just I’ve been told I can do sometimes, so I do worry! Er, right then, I suppose I’ll call it a night as well!’ They said their good nights, turned off the lights and finally retreated to each of their bedrooms. Ruby's heart hadn't given her a moment's respite in the quarter of an hour since Vanessa first excused herself, and as she rummaged through her things for her pyjamas, she was finding it quite a task to keep her thoughts together. 'You don't say much, do you...' At the sound of Cordelia's voice, Ruby turned around to see her standing across the room in just a bra. If her intention was for Ruby to speak more, then appearing so suddenly topless had the very opposite effect, as an even more tense silence fell over her room-mate. Searching awkwardly for somewhere else to look, Ruby's lack of response was met with amusement from Cordelia. 'Blimey, they're just tits…' Still chuckling, she pinched off her bra, shaking her head and then walked completely topless to the end of her bed, where she took a long night shirt out of a small case. Covering her chest at last, Cordelia then slipped her jeans down and went into the bathroom. Without closing the door behind her, she continued talking to Ruby while she cleansed her face and cleaned her teeth, receiving the occasional timid response from the direction of the bedroom. In spite of the increased distance, Ruby's heart was pounding harder than ever. After what she'd heard in the other bathroom, it felt like another incredible performance was about to take place right before her - one that would more than likely match, or even surpass the first, but as Cordelia rinsed her mouth and patted it lightly with a towel, she simply turned towards the door. 'Shall I leave the light on in here, or are you going to sit there all night?' 'Um… y-yes... please?' Ruby's wide eyes followed Cordelia as she casually returned to the room and began turning down her bed. 'You're... finished?' 'Obviously...' Cordelia replied, not even bothering to look over her shoulder. From her tone, she sounded like she really meant it, so Ruby kept quiet and went about getting ready as quickly as she could, but all the while her mind raced. She wondered how in the world Cordelia could have gone without using the toilet the entire day - especially after all she'd had to drink - and not even considered a pee before bed... That Vanessa, whose body seemed so big compared to Cordelia's and who'd matched her drink for drink, had been on the verge of bursting earlier, yet there was Cordelia, still comfortably and peacefully holding the entire contents of the former’s bladder like it was nothing... As Ruby tossed and turned in her bed, her bewildering room-mate drifted off to sleep without even a moment of difficulty, leaving her alone to ponder the many complexities of her curious biology. Edited July 11, 2020 by Splashfics added to story description (see edit history)
Episode One (part two) Ruby woke up on Sunday no less bewildered by Cordelia. Still fast asleep on the other side of the bedroom, she hadn't gotten up to use the toilet the entire night. For Ruby, this could only mean that now that Camber Manor was stirring into life, a morning pee of untold proportions was surely on the horizon. As Cordelia continued to snooze well into late morning, Ruby ignored the tickle in her own bladder and kept her eyes fixed on her room-mate's serene face. Even when she was asleep she looked flawless and her expression betrayed nothing of the state her bladder must have been in. Surely by now it would have been fit to burst, but it evidently wasn't fit enough to rouse her from her slumber. Conversely, Ruby couldn't hold off much longer and having been firmly holding between her legs for the past half an hour, she gave up to finally go and use the toilet herself. The result by no means lacked volume or might as it noisily churned the water beneath her, but given that Ruby had now taken her third enormous pee in the time Cordelia hadn't needed to take even one, her mind could only boggle at the proverbial lagoon that must exist between them. Not even the flush of the toilet was enough to disturb Cordelia, whose deep sleep carried on unabated even when Ruby returned to bed. Just as it seemed the girl would sleep the entire day, Ruby was startled to hear her suddenly stir into life. The bedsheets rustled gently as she stretched her body, then she cast the duvet aside to swing her legs down to the floor. Ruby thought her heart might beat its way out of her chest, the anticipation was so strong, but pretending to be asleep, she managed to covertly watch Cordelia rise to her feet. Moving elegantly across the room, she stopped short of the bathroom door and turned to open her case, then returned to her bed after rummaging around for a moment. How she hadn't already made a mad dash for the toilet was beyond Ruby, who out of the corner of her eye, could see Cordelia serenely brushing her hair, looking nothing at all like a girl who'd gone almost twenty four hours without a pee. From the other bedroom, Ruby suddenly heard movement and assumed one of Vanessa or Lauri was now also awake. Whichever one it was, they could soon be heard leaving the bedroom to put on the kettle and then returning shortly after. Ruby guessed it must be Vanessa if the kettle was involved and was proven correct the next moment when she heard her voice call Lauri's name. Lauri must still have been asleep as she apparently gave no response, before Vanessa's footsteps came shuffling across the sitting room again to softly knock on their bedroom door. Pushing it open a crack, she poked her head inside to ask if either of them fancied a cup of tea. At this point Ruby was fed up of pretending to be asleep and popped her head out of the duvet just in time to hear Cordelia say 'yes' she did. 'Well the kettle's nearly boiled. I'll give you both a call when it's ready!' Duly summoned to the sitting room some moments later, Ruby and Cordelia joined Vanessa on the settees, where all three sipped tea and chatted about last night, still in their night clothes. Never one to go by half measures when it came to caffeine, Vanessa offered everyone a second cup when she eventually got up to make herself another and just as casually as she had the first time, Cordelia accepted. She dispatched her drink without even the slightest hesitation, looking as comfortable as could be, curled up on the settee with her legs tucked underneath her. Really, there was no need for Cordelia or Ruby to move from their spots in the sitting room, as Vanessa proceeded to excel in her role of caretaker, knocking together breakfast for all of them using the supplies she'd picked up yesterday. Their late breakfast stretched on into brunch and before anyone knew it, it was the middle of the afternoon. Cordelia still hadn't moved and wasn't looking likely to any time soon, while Vanessa had been into her bedroom a couple of times, but only to offer Lauri something to eat. On neither occasion had Lauri shown any indication that she was ready to face the world, let alone the sitting room and after going in to check one final time, Vanessa began to worry. She came back looking anxious and just as she opened her mouth to share her concerns with Cordelia and Ruby, there came a knock at the door. Frowning slightly at the unexpected interruption, Vanessa went to see who it was, while Ruby watched on. Of all people, Connie's face appeared at the crack of the door and her energetic voice soon filled the sitting room. 'Hi girls! Not feeling too rough after last night I hope...' Her timing couldn't have been any worse, or more perfect, but she quickly gathered from Vanessa's expression that something was wrong. With a frown of her own, she came inside and alongside an equally curious Ruby and Cordelia, joined Vanessa in the bedroom. 'Gosh, I figured she'd be hungover, but this is a bit much isn't it?' Vanessa sat down on the bed, before jumping up a moment later holding the back of her pyjama shorts. 'Oh... shoot... It's soaked...' In the subdued light, she hadn't been able to see the thoroughly wet sheets surrounding Lauri, but a moment later after Ruby courteously opened the curtains, the extent of her ills became clear. 'Right, this is definitely more than a hangover.' Connie agreed with Vanessa's assessment and looked as white as a sheet. 'Look, I've got a car. Let me drive her to the hospital.' 'Hospital? Are you sure? Shouldn't we get one of the wardens first?' 'No, don't worry about the wardens, it's fine. I'll be five minutes!' Connie dashed off and Vanessa looked pensively towards Cordelia and Ruby. Not wasting any time though, they all decided to get dressed as quickly as they could and within the stated five minutes, Connie was back with her car keys in hand. There'd barely been enough time for any of them to do much more than throw some clothes on over their pyjamas, which meant there was no time at all to use the toilet before they left - a fact not overlooked by Ruby, who tried her best not to appear too excited as they heaved a mumbling Lauri upright and ushered her towards the door. Fortunately for Ruby, she was able to keep her thoughts well enough concealed on the way to the hospital that nobody had a clue what was going on inside her mind. She was in a constant, secret state of astonishment at the fact that after over a day and a half, Cordelia was still stubbornly holding in her pee. Why she was still holding it in was anyone's guess, but in the girl’s defence, not once since they’d met had she looked even remotely in need, so it did at least seem to follow... The five girls sat for what seemed like ages in Accident and Emergency before Lauri was wheeled off into another room. Only Vanessa was allowed to stay with her, so Ruby, Connie and Cordelia had no choice but to sit tight until she returned. Lauri's plight aside, the prospect of having to remain seated for even longer was not met with enthusiasm by any of them, most notably Cordelia who seemed to be regretting her decision to come along. Connie had done all she could to keep the conversation flowing, but they were rapidly running out of things to talk about and Cordelia was rapidly losing patience with her. Finally Connie admitted defeat after one frosty response too many and they all fell silent. Finding the lull unbearable though, Connie soon piped up again. 'I think I'll pop to the loo...' Having all made use of the water cooler at some point, Ruby could believe that Connie wasn't entirely faking. Ruby’s own bladder was feeling quite full and though it wasn't giving her grief at that moment, she knew from Connie's side glance that she was seeking company, so got up to go with her. Just as Ruby thought to ask Cordelia if she wanted to come too, Cordelia tersely cut her off. 'I'll wait here...' She crossed her legs, then quite pointedly flicked her hair at them while turning her head in the opposite direction. 'Right, okay...' replied Connie delicately, before she and Ruby left their seats to go and find the toilet. Ruby could tell Connie was hurt and she did her best to reassure her that Cordelia didn't mean to be snappy, even though she had nothing with which to back this up. 'She's probably just... Maybe she...' Then it hit her. …Maybe she needs to pee! Ruby's eyes widened suddenly as Cordelia's ever more frequent flashes of irritation began to make sense. Finally, after the best part of two days, her enormous bladder was beginning to creak and the result was a rapidly shortening fuse. It just has to be that… 'Maybe she what?' asked Connie a moment later, the confusion obvious in her voice. Ruby realised she'd trailed off and was quick to come up with something to cover her tracks. She gestured for Connie to go ahead and use the single occupancy toilet before her, then took her turn once she was done, then they both returned to the waiting area where Cordelia remained cross-legged and looking very cross indeed. It was early evening by the time Vanessa reappeared. She revealed that Lauri was going to be kept in overnight as a precaution, but she was on a drip and on the mend, so stable enough that they could leave at last. This news was rather happily received all round, however one glance at Cordelia was all Ruby needed to tell she clearly didn't feel like celebrating. Vanessa seemed to assume her lack of enthusiasm was simply due to not having had anything to eat and so she came up with the bright idea of getting a take-away before they made the half-hour journey back to the residence. Cordelia shrugged as if she didn't care one way or the other, but Ruby reckoned she knew exactly where she'd rather go... Oblivious to the hidden subtext though, Vanessa led the way to Connie's car, telling everyone just how hungry she was and how she’d been forced to drink half of the water cooler just to stop her stomach rumbling earlier. Ruby would later wonder if Vanessa's innocuous anecdote had any bearing on Cordelia's decision to 'super-size' her order when they stopped at a drive-thru McDonald’s on the way home. The novelty 'extra, extra large' portion size not only included enough fries for everybody in the car twice over, but also came with what looked like a bucket of Coca-Cola - enough perhaps to match half a cooler's worth of water… Deciding she was too hungry to drive all the way back to the residence, Connie opted instead to park the car and asked if everyone was happy to eat inside the restaurant. No one objected - not even Cordelia - and once they'd found a table she, like the others, hungrily tucked into what they'd bought. Ruby couldn't help but stare at her between bites. She looked ever so stern, but so elegantly did Cordelia put away her entire meal that it almost dampened some of Ruby's suspicion that she was privately desperate to pee. In particular the way every time her lips touched her straw, she'd always take long and deliberate sips, not a single time shying away from, or ignoring the colossal beverage. In fact, somehow despite having the largest meal, Cordelia finished before everyone else, rattling the ice in her cup as she flicked her hair and stared impatiently around the room. At any point during the time it took the others to finish eating, Cordelia could easily have gone to use the toilet, but she remained in her seat until they were ready to return to Connie's car. Whatever game she was playing, or whatever gamble she was taking, clearly she felt she had what it took to win and that she was tough enough to wait until she got home. It wasn't the longest journey, only half an hour on the dual carriageway, which, in the context of over thirty hours wasn't much of a gamble at all, however the very moment Connie merged onto the main road, the stakes immediately went shooting up. 'Bugger! When did this all get here?' Red tail lights stretched on for miles in front and as more vehicles merged to the rear, they suddenly found themselves penned into near gridlock traffic. It was just the scenario Ruby imagined Cordelia wouldn't have wanted, but while Connie and Vanessa anxiously discussed the situation, Cordelia kept silent. With the back of her head to everyone else, she sat facing the window in the front passenger seat and seemed quite wrapped up in her thoughts, occasionally sighing and tightening her crossed arms each time the car inched forward. Other than those moments, she appeared to be remarkably under control, especially compared to Connie, who had become a shadow of her easy-going self. Traffic apparently being her only weakness, she couldn't resist the urge to curse every second of every minute lost to the ‘infernal’ tailback. 'For crying out loud… it's been over an hour!' To Connie's left, Cordelia gave another quite irritated sigh in response to this latest outburst and somehow managed to turn her head and body even further away. 'There must have been an accident... This isn't right… I hope no one's been hurt...' From the rear seat, Vanessa tried as best she could to find a reason to temper their frustrations, but while Connie did settle down when she realised the situation may be more serious than she thought, none of her annoyance could be relieved and so for the next hour she sat stewing at the wheel. 'I wish I'd gone to the loo when I had the chance...' Ruby's eyes darted in Connie's direction and then at Cordelia. In any sane scenario, the latter should have been the one to say these words, but it was Connie who was first to admit that she was having trouble holding in her pee. Though Connie didn't request a response, Ruby guessed the lack of one must have been rather disconcerting to her, as within the next quarter of an hour she was at it again. 'Do any of you need to go as well?' Connie's knee was bobbing underneath the steering wheel, leaving no doubt as to what she was referring to. Ruby was still comfortable after her previous visit to the toilet, so hesitated for a moment, not wanting to say that she didn't. To her side, Vanessa seemed to have the same thought, but managed to offer somewhat more of a comforting reply nonetheless. 'I might do soon...' Ruby suspected that if this were the case then she must not have gone while they were at the hospital. Vanessa really didn't seem the type to lie about anything. 'How about you, Cordelia? You had that massive coke didn't you, surely you must be bursting?' Ruby's heart rate suddenly picked up speed. She wasn't the only one who'd noticed that after all… Cordelia turned to look at Connie beside her, her face a picture of indignation. 'I can hold it, thank you...' She almost sounded insulted, but without another word, she turned and faced the window again. Connie, evidently, was too desperate to feel bad about Cordelia's withering tone and went back to frowning at the car in front. Ruby however fixed her eyes on the front passenger seat. So she does need to go! Cordelia had all but confirmed it now and a small part of Ruby suddenly hoped they never made it out of the traffic. Over the next hour however, Ruby too began to feel the weight of her own bladder throbbing more noticeably between her legs and wondered just how long they'd all be able to hold out. Even Vanessa was showing signs that 'soon' might well have become 'now' and she began to shift around uncomfortably in her seat. Ruby noticed she'd sporadically start breathing more deeply until she managed to get her situation under control, but unfortunately no such method would suffice for Connie... She was so desperate at this point that she routinely failed to notice when the car in front moved forward, often resulting in a cacophony of angry horns from behind. To her great fortune though, Vanessa nobly stepped in to rescue her, insisting that she was in no condition to operate a vehicle. 'Let me drive. Here, swap seats with me, I'll come round.' She reassured everyone that she had in fact passed her test and when it was safe to do so, Vanessa hopped out of the car to take Connie's place in the front seat. Connie hobbled around the rear and joined Ruby at the back, where she remained entirely hunched over the rest of the way. Not too long after Vanessa took control of the wheel, they began to make more significant progress along the dual carriageway, eventually reaching the exit that would take them home. In all this time, Cordelia had not said a word. Ruby could tell from looking at her reflection in the wing mirror that she had her eyes closed and her face was no less mean-looking than it had been before. 'We're nearly there, girls. Just a few more minutes and we're home free.' Vanessa was steadily closing in on the residence at the top of the hill. Its grand exterior lights were like a beacon in the dark that beckoned them along and at long last, she finally pulled the car onto the gravelled forecourt. Quickly parking in Connie's space, she and the others left the car as quickly as they could and headed inside. With the Lazuli wing being more conveniently located on the near side of the residence, Connie made it clear that she was not prepared to endure the trek over to the Emerald wing and instead accompanied the girls back to their rooms to use the toilet. This was no issue for Vanessa, who despite her own great need, offered Connie the first use of her and Lauri's bathroom. Likewise, Cordelia, who despite still not having said anything, made no particular effort to hurry after she left the car and told Ruby that she could go ahead and use the toilet before her as well. In a haze of desperation, Ruby wished she'd had the strength to stick around and watch Cordelia continue to defy the odds, but she was forced to leave her in the sitting room with Vanessa while she went to relieve her bursting bladder. One thunderous minute later, Ruby flushed the toilet and raced back into the sitting room. Despite their bathroom now being free though, Cordelia ignored her return and kept her back to the bedroom entirely. She stood with her arms folded and facing Vanessa, who had spotted Ruby and seemed to be gesturing to Cordelia that she was clear to go, but Cordelia, just like the night before, suddenly appeared more interested in conversation. She dug in her heels and refused to move an inch, not even quivering under the unfathomable burden inside her bladder and ultimately she kept Vanessa chatting until Connie rejoined them in the sitting room. Looking much more like herself, Connie thanked Vanessa, apologising for making her wait as she theatrically massaged her stomach. Vanessa flashed an awkward smile at Cordelia, as if to suggest that they both now finally take a moment to answer the call of nature, but Cordelia instead ran a hand through her hair and sat down on the settee. 'You go, it's fine...' Vanessa stared at Cordelia for a moment, a disbelieving smile stretching across her face. 'Well... all right?' Finally conceding 'defeat', she retreated to her room and to the bathroom, where she proceeded to pee hard enough to be heard from the sitting room. A good minute and a half into what turned out to be another considerable torrent, Connie mimed a silent 'wow' and sat down opposite Cordelia. 'And I thought I was bursting!' She tried to raise a chuckle out of Cordelia by looking her way, but was short-changed once again. Nevertheless, Connie bounced back quickly and followed up with astonishment at the fact that Cordelia was still sitting where she was. 'How are you not bursting though? Did you really drink all of that coke? I mean Vanessa had less and she's practically pissing for Britain in there-- I swear, if I’d had so much to drink I would've pissed myself on the motorway, guaranteed! You’re actually super human…' Ruby couldn't help laughing at that one. Even Cordelia managed a smirk as she narrowed her eyes imperiously, seeing nothing at all wrong with Connie's assessment. 'Well I guess that's just the difference between us, isn’t it...' It was quite a statement to make with Vanessa continuing to gush as if her life depended on it. Cordelia gave the distinct impression she didn't think much at all of what she was hearing from the bathroom and at this point, Ruby was inclined to believe she really wasn't bluffing. 'Super human' was essentially an understatement as far as she was now concerned. After another intense minute and a half, Vanessa flushed and came back into the room where she too was surprised to find Cordelia in the same spot on the settee. 'Have you still not - wow...' Cordelia flicked her hair and made no comment, as if she had no idea what Vanessa was talking about, but Ruby reckoned she saw the faintest hint of another smirk on her face. Vanessa smiled, missing this entirely and stepped towards the kettle. 'Well I suppose you won't be wanting a cup of tea then! Does anyone else want one?' Connie was first to rule herself out of any more drinking for the night, finding it comical that anyone could be thirsty after such a traumatic ordeal, but when Cordelia defied everyone's expectations the next moment, she certainly wasn't laughing. Vanessa raised her eyebrows, unsure if she was having her leg pulled, but Cordelia insisted that she was serious. 'But where do you put it...' Connie made it sound light-hearted, but there was an air of sincerity about her voice as she stared at Cordelia. 'Anyway,' she said finally, shaking her head, 'I think I'll be off... Vanessa, just let me know what time you want to go and collect Lauri tomorrow, okay?' 'Oh, sure, of course! Thank you!' Vanessa looked like she'd forgotten all about Lauri and she furrowed her brow. 'That reminds me, I should probably tell the wardens she's absent tonight… Not to mention where she is and why... Completely forgot about that.' 'Oh, erm… Don't worry! I'll take care of that-- since I'm going that way anyway! It's totally fine!' Standing up all of a sudden, Connie seemed quite keen for Vanessa not to go to any trouble and hurriedly said her goodbyes, letting herself out. They all thought it was quite an odd departure, but gave Connie the benefit of the doubt as it had been a very long day. After seeing Cordelia unflinchingly drink her tea that Sunday night, Ruby could say her room-mate was, without a shadow of a doubt, the girl from all the rumours. Not only had she outlasted everyone else in the suite a dozen times over, she'd done it without breaking a sweat. To top it all off, once they'd returned to their room, Cordelia even allowed Ruby to go ahead and use the shower before she did. To Ruby's surprise, Cordelia didn't take particularly well to being made the same offer and chose instead to sit on her bed with her legs crossed. Ruby felt as if she were committing a malicious act by locking the bathroom door behind her, effectively barring Cordelia access to the toilet for any number of minutes. Although Ruby reminded herself that Cordelia had had every opportunity to make use of the bathroom in the hour since they'd been back, she was suddenly quite conscious of the more tangible nature of this new obstacle. Should Ruby decide to wash her hair and really take her time, Cordelia would be entirely at her mercy, unable to do a thing about it. She wondered how long she could push it and turned on the shower, slowly removing her clothes before stepping under the hot water. In fairness, given their hasty departure from the residence that afternoon, Ruby had skipped taking a shower and it was only fair that she make up for it, but she did feel quite naughty eyeing up the shampoo and conditioner. Well she didn't ask me to hurry… Some forty five minutes later, Ruby gave her hair one final rinse and stepped out of the shower. She bit her lip wondering what kind of state Cordelia must be in after such a long stint in the bathroom and worried she might perhaps have overdone it. Her pyjamas and hair-dryer were in the bedroom, so there wasn't much more she could reasonably do to stall for time, but before leaving, Ruby glanced towards the toilet and a sudden brainwave hit her. Tearing off a single square of toilet paper, she opened the lid and dropped it inside so that it rested neatly on top of the water. She closed the lid again, collected up her things and then quickly let herself out. Cordelia was in the very same spot on her bed, with her legs crossed and her face unreadable. Ruby trembled with nerves as soon as she saw her. 'Um... Sorry I took so long...' With a flick of her hair, Cordelia eased herself up and walked to her case. 'Don't be silly, of course you didn't...' Ruby didn't know what to say, but bit her lip and went over to her side of the room. Cordelia proceeded to enter the bathroom and this time she closed the door behind her... Every sound she made from that point on was enough to set Ruby's pulse racing faster than it had all weekend. Although she couldn't see Cordelia, she imagined her making a desperate lunge for the toilet and held her breath, anticipating the subtle cues that would give her away. But none came. Instead Cordelia turned on the shower, potentially drowning out any chance she had of hearing the moment of truth. As frustrating as it was, Ruby had been aware of this eventuality and she comforted herself with the knowledge that she still had an ace up her sleeve... The roar of the shower carried on for a good quarter of an hour and just as Ruby finished drying her hair, Cordelia exited the bathroom. Ruby’s eyes darted towards her reflexively. 'Do I have something on my face?' 'Er, no, sorry,' Ruby replied, bashfully looking all around, 'I, er, forgot to brush my teeth...' She stole past Cordelia, trying not to seem suspicious and slipped into the steamy bathroom, pulling the door up behind her so she couldn't be seen. When Ruby was certain Cordelia wasn't looking, she stepped over to the toilet and as quietly as she could, lifted the lid to find a solitary square of paper resting on the top of the water. By no means was it solid confirmation, but given Ruby's doubts that Cordelia would ever consider using the shower as a toilet, she was fairly confident that she was still defiantly holding on to her pee. In a daze following her discovery, Ruby walked straight back out of the bathroom without brushing her teeth, only realising after she reached her bed. Not wanting to look even more suspicious, she decided to commit to getting into bed and hoped that Cordelia hadn't noticed. 'I'll turn the light off then, shall I?' Cordelia was dressed for bed and with a touch of irritation, turned off both the bathroom light and main lights. She was about to turn in for the second night in a row without taking a pee and Ruby's voice trembled as she said thanks and good night. There was no way, in Ruby’s mind, that Cordelia could not need to pee. Casting her mind back a few hours, she remembered the first inkling she'd had that her room-mate was no longer just passively holding in whatever gallons were inside her bladder. She racked her brain trying to figure out what it was driving Cordelia to put off going to the toilet with such steely determination, but could get nowhere. As she yawned and rolled over into a more comfortable position, she decided to leave this mystery for another day, focusing for the time being on getting some sleep. In spite of how worked up she'd been before finally closing her eyes, Ruby fell asleep quickly and deeply that night. The room was silent and it seemed the entire residence was now peacefully down for the count. In the darkness, a crack of thunder suddenly tore through the air, shaking Ruby into consciousness and causing her body to jolt. The sound echoed around her and strangely seemed to get louder instead of fading away. Half asleep and confused, she had no idea what was going on, but then began to realise the unusually drawn-out rumbling appeared to be coming from inside the room, or rather, the bathroom... Oh my god… Ruby's body melted into a tingling mess of nerves as she realised what was going on. Her hands began to shake and she delicately lifted the duvet away from her face to look across the room at Cordelia's bed. She wasn't in it. In the very dim light it was just about possible to make out the shape of the empty sheets and that could only mean that her missing room-mate was the one responsible for the sound coming out of the bathroom. Cordelia was, quite unmistakeably, peeing into the toilet - and very loudly. Though it was difficult to tell, Ruby was sure she must have left the door open, because the intensity of sound defied belief. Her stream didn't sound quite as wild as Vanessa's, but carried just as much punch, unerringly striking deep into the water with a bizarre confidence, resulting in a bass the likes of which Ruby had never heard. She stared towards the bathroom, unable to do anything else while her body was quivering beyond her control, and it wasn't until she noticed how long Cordelia's noisy stream had rumbled on without stopping, or even slowing down that Ruby thought to count along in her head. One thousand, two thousand, three thousand… It was the same trick she always used to count herself on the toilet and the one she'd used earlier to secretly track Vanessa. Before yesterday, Ruby had only once counted past sixty seconds, but while Vanessa had since pushed her well into uncharted territory, Cordelia was now pushing even further still. Beyond three minutes, it was so difficult for Ruby to focus and to stop her legs from quivering that she began to lose count. Reaching three and a half minutes with no end in sight, she finally lost the battle and fell backwards onto her pillow. Writhing into a ball, with the sheets between her thighs, Ruby was doing everything she could to fight against temptation, but it was too strong. In the end her hand was powerless to stop itself from slipping down the waistband of her pyjamas and she herself was far too agitated to show any kind of restraint. Slowly strumming to the sound of Cordelia's cascade, Ruby tried again to count the seconds in her head and in quite laboured fashion made it back up to three minutes before losing her way. More than once during this second sequence she was forced to bury her face in the pillow for fear of crying out loud, though really the chances of being heard over Cordelia were slim indeed. She was still loudly drilling away in the bathroom even after more than six minutes by Ruby's rough estimation. As much as it made sense in the context of two days, Ruby was still blown away that Cordelia could pee like this. That so much liquid could fit inside her bladder and that such a bladder could fit inside her body was simply bewildering. Vanessa was so tall and she peed an incredible amount in her own right, but somehow it seemed her bladder was proportional to her frame. Cordelia on the other hand, had a bladder that was comfortably at least twice as large as Vanessa's and even though she wasn't the smallest, Ruby thought it would have been a bladder more befitting of a woman perhaps twice as tall. In due course, the localised thunderstorm did subside and Cordelia finally stopped peeing. Ruby rushed to pull the duvet back over her head and pretended to be asleep, but most likely Cordelia knew she was acting when she came back into the room some moments later. As Vanessa would attest the following morning, when she told them she'd been woken up on the other side of the suite in the middle of the night, it was unthinkable that Ruby could have slept through ‘that!’ Embarrassed as she was, Ruby was glad they couldn't see past her blushing cheeks and into her mind. Cordelia had now firmly cemented her place at the centre of her dreams, a wild fantasy come true and not only that, she was her very own room-mate. In addition to this and everything else, Ruby realised then that she'd still not seen Cordelia desperate. At most, after two days, she was merely mildly uncomfortable, but nothing close to what Ruby would ever call bursting. She wondered just how far away Cordelia was from her absolute limit and what it might take for her to push herself all the way and quite soon, Ruby was dreaming of the year of amazing possibilities that lie ahead of her. ------- Thank you for reading this long preview of Queen of the Hills. Episode One is just the tip of the iceberg however... Download the full, four-episode story on Amazon Kindle now and find out just how far Cordelia is prepared to push her bladder. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08CFSH2QT Edited July 11, 2020 by Splashfics updated end message (see edit history)
(disclaimer: this story contains messing content, as well as pee. If that doesn't turn your crank, no hard feelings, have a great day) This is a story about the day my whole world changed, and for the better. My name is Steve, and I openly admit I have a fetish. Peeing and pooing, specifically panty pee and panty poop, but diapers and pants are all included in this as well. Suffice it to say, if a woman has an accident, then I am all over it (in my mind)! Up until this point in my life, I have never had an avenue to actually express this fetish other than through porn. I'm in high school, what do you expect? I'm not a creep, I'm not gonna go around and ask woman to partake, id be a social outcast in minutes. I like to think I'm a decent guy too. Not popular or anything, but I have friends and no one really gives me a hard time. But back to the story. This is about the day where all of this changed. When I woke up today, I had no idea that events would unfold as they did. But lo and behold, here we are. This is a story in multiple parts as well, so I hope you enjoy! School today was like every other day ever. Wake up, drove to class, sat in class, saw my friends, ate lunch, yada yada yada. However, Today I had to stay after school to work on my media project on the schools computers. No big deal, I enjoy it anyway. Come the end of the day, I say goodbye to my friends and head to the media room to get to work. I had been at it for a few hours when I decide to go find something to eat. The high school is pretty barren after 5 pm, but there's ways kids staying this late either for tutoring, sports, theater stuff, or other class things such as myself. So I go walk around in search of a vending machine. And this is when it happens. I start munching on my bag of overpriced chips I just bought when I hear someone coming around the corner. I turn my attention, and it's Milly, one of the hottest (and nicest) girls in school. However, right away I could tell something was wrong. As she turned down the hallways I was sitting on, right away I could tell something was wrong. She was running (more like fast walking) in an extremely awkward manner, with a hand holding her crotch, and the other on her butt. It was obvious she needed to use the restroom, but I had no idea what her plan was; there weren't any restrooms down this hallway! To paint the best mental picture, let me exain some things. Milly is am extremely attractive girl. Beautiful black and brown hair, not fat by any means, but definitely not a stick either; wonderfully thick in all the right places. I have had a massive crush on her for years, but never did anything about it due to my focus on school and other things. I'm not sure about her life, but I know at least she's one of the more popular girls, was always very nice to everyone, and is generally band all around good person. On this particular day, she was wearing a plain black t shirt along with grey gotten leggings. As she hobbled into my direction, we made eye contact. I could see the fear in her eyes, and suddenly my insides started to stir... Obviously my thought was that I could never get this lucky in my whole life, so I figured out I should help her out: "Hey Milly, what's up? Are you ok?' "Hey Steve... Um no, I really need to use the restroom. Have a good one!" She kept walking (hobbling) and was about to turn the next corner. "Milly you know there's no bathrooms down this hallway right?" "What?? Oh shoot this is the 300 hall isn't it... UGH. I spent so much time in rehearsal for the upcoming play that I totally lost track of time! I guess that includes my sense of direction today too..." "Oh man, I'm sorry! In any case, yeah the nearest bathroom is probably back the way you came, towards the theater" "No that one is closed for some dumb reason, that's why I came all the way over here on the first place! And I... Heeeeyuuuuiugh... REALLY need to go now holy crap" As I heard her talk I couldn't help but get excited over the prospect of her having a full on accident. However I still thought it was a pipe dream, even now; the next bathroom couldn't be more than a few minutes walk, even at hobbling speed in her case. But because I was so intrigued (and not a dick) I decided to ask her if she wanted me to go with to make sure she's ok "Well hey Milly why don't I go with you? I know you know where it is but I can go check the next one faster, if there's something wrong with it" "Sure, thanks Steve. Man I shouldn't have spent so much time in rehearsal, I honestly am not sure if I'm going to make it..." My heart nearly exploded just hearing her say that "We better hurry then, we don't want that!' So we headed back in the other direction, and I had a moment to think as we got to talking. She looked so damn cute as she hobbled holding her crotch band butt. I really was hoping she wouldn't make it, but I would never tell her that. I honestly did try to help her get to the restroom, I'm not mean. "So Milly how have you been? Is the play shaping up to be good?" "Oh you know, the usual, same as everyone. And yeah the play is looking go.. OOOOOOOOH.. od. Sorry, this is looking really bad oh my God" "Oh crap ok come on Milly we're halfway there" "No Steve I don't think I can make it I thin-- HOLY shit I think a little pee just came out" Milly was really hobbling now, she was taking the smallest steps in an effort to keep what was inside, inside her! I didn't want her to see but I tried to catch a glance, and saw a small wet patch peeking out from her crotch from behind. I was in heaven. "Oh crap Milly just hold on, we're almost there! "No Steve help me I'm loosing it, and I still have to-- have to go poop too... God please don't judge me for this..." "No Milly I would never I'm here to help, just hold on!" "Ohmygod no it's happening I'm peeing Steve help me help me oh my god--" As she panicked, she really started to pee in earnest. I couldn't help but watch as the small wet spot grew into a patch that started in her crotch, flowed over her butt and ran down her legs. Her legs glistened too I noticed, as the flow continued. The relief was written all over her face, if only for a few seconds. Her grey leggings were now predominantly a much darker shade of grey. I instantly popped a boner, which I desperately tried to tuck into my waistband so she wouldn't see. "Oh no.... Oh my God I can't believe that just happened. Stupid rehearsal, stupid bathroom being closed, and oh my God YOU'RE here, this is so embarrassing!!" "Hey Milly it's fine let me help you I ca--" "NO this is disgusting, just let me hobble to the bathroom alone before I shit myself, because I might..." "Oh man you still need to go??" "Yessss that was just half of it, I really need to poop so bad holy crap" At this point I kept thanking my lucky stars that something like this was actually bhappening to me. Seeing one of the hottest girls I know actually piss herself was going to be the highlight of the year, but at this rate the moment might not be over! "Oh this is just so gross, it ran all down my legs... " "Hey hey hey, it's ok. Really, accidents happen, I totally get it. Don't worry, it's all going to be ok" "Nooooo no no not at this rate Steve I'm gonna shit myself" "We're so close, look there's the bathroom!" "Oh HUUGGGHHHHHH God Steve I'm messing it's coming out oh my God it's coming out" Milly had stopped in her tracks not 30 feet from the bathroom at the end of the hall. I was next to her when she seemed to buckle down and bend over when the worst happened. As she panicked, she turned towards the wall (presumably to hide her face from me in embarrassment?) Which gave me a near perfect view of her rear end. Right away she quickly sprouted a rather large bulge in the back of her leggings with an audible *crackle*. After the initial bulge quickly formed, Milly seemed to go for broke and just get the behemoth out of her. She gave a second push with a grunt followed close behind, making the bulge go from the size of an orange to a grapefruit. There wasn't much a smell, but mixed with the pee, you couldn't miss it from where I was standing. Once she was done, she stood there shocked in a daze. "I... I'm... I can't..." "Oh no Milly I'm so sorry, if I knew you were THIS close I could have run with you, or carried you or--" "No no no no this can't be happening, and in front of YOU no less!!!" I briefly paused to ponder on why she out so much emphasis on the "you" part in her less sentence, but before I could continue talking, we heard something coming from the end of the hall "SHIT people are coming what am I gonna do??" "Here come with me" I didn't give her time to respond before I grabbed her arm and dragged her at a jog into the bathroom. As we ran in i caught a glimpse of some of her theater friends walking past, so it looked like I made the right choice. Once in the girls bathroom together, I quickly turned towards Milly, who was staring right at my crotch, which was still very much rock solid due to my being witness to my wildest dreams. "Are you--" I cut her off before she could finish that thought. "It was some theater kids walking past, I'm glad I rushed you in here!" "Wait, it was?? Good GOD I can't even think what would have happened if they saw me like this. Oh my God this is so disgusting..." I couldn't help but notice a little bit of... Allure? Non-disgust? In her voice? I didn't question it, no wasn't the time. "Well I think they were just going the other way, so you have time to clean yourself up in here, I'll leave you to it" As I started to turn towards the door, she stopped me. "Steve wait I need your help! I can... Dump most of this in the toilet, but even if my pants are destroyed I need to wear something out of here, and I don't have a change of clothes! Do you have anything I can put on or cover with, at all??" Now I could tell she was back to embarrassed, because there was a hint of quiver and panic in her voice again, and I felt really bad for her. "As a matter of fact I do, I have a hoodie you can wrap around your waist, but it's back in my locker. I'll go run and grab it while you clean yourself up, ok?" "Oh my God Steve you're a lifesaver. I can't believe you have to see me like this and saw me shit and piss myself... Honestly I want to die, this is ridiculous" "Stop it Milly everything will be ok, my hoodie is pretty big and you can just go straight to your car and go home" "I didn't drive today, my car is in the shop, I had my mom take me to school. I was gonna get a ride home with one of my friends, but I sure as hell won't now! Will you give me a ride home by chance?" "Absolutely Milly whatever you need, I just feel so bad for you, anything I can do to help!" "Steve you are a saint, THANK you" "Don't thank me yet, let me go grab my hoodie!" And with that I turned heel and left the bathroom to go grab my hoodie. The entire jog to my locker and back was filled with incredible thoughts of what I just witnessed. I hoped to God that these mental images would never leave my head for as long as I lived. I was gone maybe 5 or 6 minutes by the time I got back. I called into the bathroom-- "Milly, you in there? I have my hoodie." "Yeah Steve come on in, im as clean as I'll ever be, ugh gross" I entered the bathroom just as she was pulling up her leggings over her ass. I had an incredible look at her plain white cotton panties for just a second, in all their wet and messy glory. It looks like she was able to empty everything out into the toilet, but was unable to much cleaning. Weather she couldn't or didn't want to, I did not ask, but the damage to her clothes bwas substantial. Her leggings still had the fresh pee marks running all the way from the front of her crotch to halfway up her butt, and most of the way down each leg. Also, her rear end had a sizeable brown stain as well. Once she resigned to her fate, she turned to me. "These pants might be done for, I'll have to see if I can wash out these stains or not. Is that your hoodie?" "Yeah, it's just a plain varsity hoodie, it looks plenty big enough to both cover your whole back and most of your front. Here." I handed her the hoodie, and she tied a simple loop with the arms. She twisted it around a little, making sure that her legs were as covered as possible. "Can you see anything back there Steve? It looks like my front is ok if I leave a sleeve dangling." "Yeah your backside is covered, all I can see is a few dark marks down by your calves, but if we go quick I'm sure we won't see anyone." She let out a long sigh. "UUUUUUuuuugghhh... Ok, let's get this over with. We walked out of the bathroom and back into the hallway. It was pretty late now, all that was left in the school were a few theater kids waiting to be picked up, and the lingering teacher and janitor. We walked quickly, making sure to check the corners for people before we went down another hall. I grabbed my things at the vending machine and in the classroom I was in, and I also snagged Milly's things from the theater. We safely made it out of the school and headed to my car, finally able to talk and breathe. "Phew, we made it! Now we're home free, so to speak" I said with a chuckle. "Steve you are an absolute blife savior, I have no idea what I would have done if you didn't help me out. This is quite possibly the most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to me" Her cheeks got extremely red as she said that, and I nearly died due to how cute she was. We reached my car, and we got in. "Hey do you want your hoodie back? Or I guess, I should probably sit on it to keep your car seat clean... Which matters more to you?" She said with a laugh. Me laughing back, "just go ahead and keep it on, I'm sure whatever happens to my old hoody will be nothing I can't wash out! Besides, you still need to get in your house!" "Shit that's right, if my parents saw me like this they'd wonder if I was high or something... Steve I can't thank you enough--" "Stop it Milly, I said already it's nothing, I'm glad to help" "Even when it's a girl that shit and pissed herself!?" She said with yet another hint of allure that I couldn't quite be positive was there. "Yes, even then! These things happen, I totally understand, its fine!" "Well thank you Steve, I do really appreciate it, truly" "Don't mention it!" We drove the last few minutes to her home in relative silence, listening to music and making small talk about school. When we got to her house, she was about to get out when she suddenly stopped, and looked at me "Give me your phone" "What?" "Just give it here!" I gave her my phone, but I wasn't worrying at all-- she had on a big smile, and so did I. "Here, I'm giving you my number. After all of this, I'd really like to talk to someone about this, and I'm not sure any of my friends would ever look at me the same, so you're the lucky winner!" She said with a very cute smile. "Oh, thanks! Yeah I don't mind at all, I'll text you later and we can talk about it." "You better!" She said as she opened the door to get out of my car. She also had on a very sexy smirk, and my rattled brain couldn't even begin to think of the implications of that one. She waved goodbye as she closed the door, and shouted out "see you in class!" As she walked to the door. I waved back and pulled away. On the drive back to my house, everything was a daze. Did today really happen? Did I really witness my crush piss and shit herself right in front of me? And now I have her number? Is anything real? All these questions floated in my head until I was suddenly home. As I walked in the door, I was about to text her when I realized, I am still extremely torqued and in dire need of release. Before I did anything else, some much needed me time was in order. Today was incredible, and I really hope some great days are in store... Well I hope you liked my story! If I'm feeling up to it, I have some ideas for add-ons in the future! Please let me know your thoughts!
Found here: https://go2thebathroom.com/2015/06/01/trouble-at-the-conference/ By George Private Yu Ling was a young pretty Chinese reasearch student in geology, who was going to her first international scientific conference abroad. She had come there the day before, and spent the night at her hotel. The morning the conference started, she took a local bus out to the university campus where the conference took place. After registration, she went into the auditorium, where the conference started with some welcome speeches, a bit of practical information, and a talk by an invited speaker. Then, after an hour, it was time for a coffee break. Yu Ling went out with the others, drank coffee in the lobby, looked at some posters, and talked a bit shyly with a few of the other young participants. Then it was time to return back for the next session. On her way back to the auditorium, Yu Ling realised she had not been to the toilet since early this morning when she woke up, and that she started to feel the need in her bladder. But it was a bit late now to turn back, against the stream of people, so she continued back to her seat in the middle of the auditorium. But as soon as the first speaker started, she regretted her decision, since she could feel the effect of the coffee filling up her bladder quite rapidly, and it was one and a half hours to the lunch break. She tried to concentrate on the talks, but it was getting increasingly difficult, as she felt the pressure in her bladder increasing. On the other hand, since she was sitting in the middle of a row, she felt she could not disturb the others by trying to get out in the middle of a talk. Even if she waited until one talk finished and before the next one started, it would be awkard and embarrassing, she felt. So she tried to hold out until the session finished. It was not easy, with her bladder pressure increasing by the minute. The talks and discussions seemed to drag on forever, and she could not concentrate at all what they were about. All she could think about was how she should manage to get to a toilet fast enough once the session ended. When the final speaker before lunch started his talk, she was squirming in her seat, hoping the people next to her would not notice her troubles. She wanted to get out immediately, but it would feel so embarrassing, with only a few minutes left to the lunch break (or toilet break). And what if she peed her pants as she stood up! She was not sure if she was going to make it. The discussion after the last talk seemed to drag on forever, but finally, a few minutes late, it was time for lunch (and toilet visit). Everybody stood up and started to move out. Yu Ling also manage to stand up without any leaking in her pants, although it was pretty close, and started to follow the others towards the doors. But it was very congested, everybody was moving very slowly, and she was at the back of the crowd, and by now had to go very badly to the toilet. But then she saw a back door at the other end of the auditorium, where only a few people were going out, headed there instead, and got out. Luckily enough for Yu Ling, she almost immediately spotted a toilet sign around a corner along a corridor, and headed there. This was not the main toilet facility at the front lobby of the auditorium, but a much smaller facility. The ladies room only had two cubicles. To her big disappointment, both were occupied. Now, she was almost overflowing, but she had to wait. She waited and waited, squirming and pee dancing and her hand pressed between her legs. At least she was alone, so nobody could see her desperate state. But nobody was coming out, both seemed to be taking a very long time whatever they were doing inside their cubicles. Finally, Yu Ling had no choice but to rush into the mens’ room instead! The mens’ room only had one cubicle with a proper toilet, plus one urinal. To her shock, also here the toilet cubicle was occupied. The only thing available was the urinal. She had no choice, she was about to pee her pants any moment now! She rushed to the porcelain urinal, and unzipped her jeans in the front. Then, standing in front of the urinal as close as possible to the porcelain bowl, almost above it, she tried to spread her legs as much as possible, and at the same time pull down her pants and underpants in the front as much as possible. It was not easy to do both things, and now she started leaking! Urine squirted out from her pee hole, partly into the urinal bowl, partly down into her pants. Then, she heard a man coming out from the toilet cubicle. It was one of the participants in the conference. In desperation, Yu Ling tried to hold back her pee again, while pulling up her underpants and jeans again as if she was ready. But by now, she could not hold back the stream. Once it started, it was impossible to hold back the flood! Some went into the urinal in front of her, but most of it went into her underpants and spread down the legs and back side of her pants as huge dark wet patches, before starting to create a puddle on the floor between her legs. the man looked at the pretty embarrassed Chinese girl in front of him and said: “I think you should pull down your pants a bit more.”
Hello everyone! Here´s a little omo themed story. The first two parts feature desperation and masturbation. There will be a third part which will also include wetting. I´ll post it as soon as it´s finished. Feedback is much appreciated. Have fun reading! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A naughty little Friday habit She closed the door behind her in a hurry, put her purse down and quickly slipped out of her shoes. Then she darted into the bathroom, yanked her pantyhose and panties down and dropped on the toilet. A powerful stream started immediately and wouldn´t stop for the next minute. Vicky signed in release. And what a release that was. Vicky had been playing again. She has been a fan of desperation and holding for the longest time but ever since she moved and got her job at the marketing company three months ago, she was actively experimenting with her kink more often than in any other phase of her life before. Vicky was 24 and her flat was her first own place without any room mates, siblings or whatever. And as much as she liked partying and company when going out, she embraced her privacy at home. It had become her naughty little Friday habit to not go to the bathroom at work after the lunch break and then continuously drink and get more and more desperate over the rest of her working hours. It gave Vicky a particular rush to be in situations where she had to hide her need. Today, it had been a real struggle at the end of the ~30 min train ride from the city center where her workplace was to her station. The following 2 km bike distance she had from there to her home had been completed in record speed. She recalled how her legs were slightly shaking when she had entered the house both desperation-induced and from her Tour-de-France bike riding effort. Luckily, the multi-story building had an elevator which quickly bought her to the fourth floor where her flat was. "That was a close call", Vicky said while the last dribbles escaped from her tingling labia. She cleaned herself and got up. A look in the mirror revealed to Vicky that her cheeks were a little red from arousal. "Yeah, that´s what a Friday afternoon of omo-fun can do to you", she playfully whispered to herself. "You naughty girl." Vicky giggled. There were no plans to meet up with friends this evening, so she had all the time in the world for some intimacy. And, even more importantly, she was sooo in the mood. So only minutes later Vicky found herself lying in bed, cozy under her blanked in only her panties. Her fantasy was running wild and so were her fingers… Imagine… Three weeks later… Vicky has had a tremendously good week. She had been at her parents´ house to celebrate the graduation of her younger sister Erica the previous weekend. Seeing her family and some old friends from home had given her a real boost. Work was going with a click of her fingers. She had felt welcomed at her job from the start but during the past weeks she felt even more like a part of the group and honest friendships with two of her female colleagues had started to form. Today was Friday. Vicky was hectically clicking through a spreadsheet to collect some numbers she needed for a power-point-presentation she was eager to complete before the weekend. It was 14:40 and she was almost about 1.5 Liters in since her lunch break. The week before she couldn´t engage in her tradition because of her trip to her family. Needless to say that she would this Friday. And Vicky was feeling ambitious and confident today. Maybe even a bit overconfident due to her overly positive last few weeks. Definitely overconfident. It was now 15:35. Vicky was sitting at her desk nice and composed. But she knew that was only for now. There was no way she would be able to hold her pee for the rest of her workday plus her way back home. That would be almost two hours from now! Although she had stopped drinking more about half an hour ago, the pressure in her bladder was continuously building. So, Vicky came to the realization that she ether had to end her hold or… or she could try to make up an excuse and leave work early. She had completed all necessary tasks for today. She didn´t really have time to make up her mind as her boss peeked through the open door and knocked on the door frame. Vicky quivered imperceptibly caught in her lewd thoughts. "Hey Vicky, I just wanted you to know A): Awesome work this week, the thing with Banks & Carlsen was great, great job there. And B): There will be software updates getting installed starting in about five minutes. Sorry for the short notice, I kind of messed up the communication with that IT guy. Yeah, and that will probably take a while, about two hours or so. So just finish and save what ever you are doing and then you can call it a day. OK?" "OK, thank you. Have a good weekend then!" "Yes, you too." Vicky couldn´t believe her luck. There was no giving up now. She shut down her office computer, tidied up her desk a bit and drank the last gulps of her water bottle emptying it completely. Then she got going. She only realized how badly she really had to pee when walking down the stairs at the main train station. Even though her workday was cut short the train ride kind of made Vicky nervous. "I think I might have overdone it this time. Why do I keep putting myself through this again?", she thought to herself. But she of course knew it all too well. "Yeah, because it´s freaking hot, that´s why", she admitted. The departure was not delayed but it didn´t line up as usual when she leaves work at 17:00 so there was a 15-minute-wait. Sitting in the train struggling to keep a straight face was usually the time when Vicky´s desperation would mix with horniness. And today was no different. When she finally got of the train and hopped on her bike Vicky could tell that her panties were slightly creamed. Racing home was like a little déjà vu. "Hold it, hold it, close call, close call. So close. Almost there." She parked and locked her bike at her usual spot outside. When she entered the building where she lived to rush to the elevator, her heart skipped a beat. Mike was standing in the elevator and put a foot in the door when he saw Vicky. "Oh nooo. Why now? That can´t be true…", Vicky screamed internally. She wasn´t very keen on sharing an elevator when being at a solid 9/10. Especially not with Mike. Vicky and Mike were not exactly strangers. Mike was a super handsome guy, 27 years old from what Vicky remembered, and lived in the same building. He moved in about two weeks after Vicky and had a flat on the fifth floor directly over her flat. Same size, same cut, same everything. She knew this because about two months back there had been a BBQ-party where all the people from this house, about 30, had met for beer and chit-chat. And BBQ of course. Vicky and Mike, being the new ones, kind of had connected and after some talking and some beers had ended up making out at his place afterwards. Neither of the two had made a move for the following weeks so to say and so there was not much conversation going on besides the occasional "hey" in the hallway. Right now, Mike seemed to be getting some furniture up to his flat. There was a big armchair and a floor lamp standing close to and a heavy looking wooden commode standing on a platform dolly already in the elevator. He waved her. Vicky couldn´t just ignore him and take the stairs. That would have been too rude. And he was such a likeable guy. So, she focused and pulled herself together. "You can do it", she told herself and squeezed in. "Hey, how are you?", Mike asked. "Haven´t seen you in a bit." Mike pressed "4" for her. Vicky tried her best to smile. "Good. You?" "Oh, I´m fine. Thanks for asking. I just bought all this stuff for 15 $. Can you imagine?", Mike replied. At this moment the elevator started moving upwards. Vicky´s semi smile was blown away. She really had to concentrate to not double over and press her hands into her crotch. She couldn´t recall a moment when she had been as acutely aware of her bladder before. She couldn´t answer his question. He went on after a few seconds of silence: "Great, eh?" Vicky wasn´t even looking at Mike. Instead she stood tensely and stared at a spot on the elevator door. "Are you mad at me or something? Listen… I know I should have… you know… but I wasn´t sure if you…" The elevator came to a halt at the fourth floor. The wave that hit her when the elevator started moving subsided. Vicky didn´t want Mike to feel bad but now was just not the time. "I, I…uhm. Sorry." As soon as the door opened, she darted out leaving a confused Mike behind. Vicky was feeling confused herself. There was a mixture of panic and embarrassment, even though nothing had happened, which both fueled her desperation-induced arousal even more. And she also felt guilty for freezing Mike off. "Well, that could´ve hardly went any more awkwardly." But for now, that was not the number one priority. The number one priority was staying dry on the last ten meters. And sometimes the last ten can be the hardest as Vicky´s bladder seemed to have developed a sixth sense for when a toilet is in reach. It needed all her effort to get the key in the lock, finally get into the safety of her flat and onto the toilet for a much awaited pee. Vicky proverbially exploded. "Oh gooosh. Pure bliss." While the hissing and gushing went on, she could feel her nipples getting hard. Her stream was still going strong but Vicky could not resist and started carefully touching herself. The feedback her vagina gave her was out of this world. Her fingers felt wet hotness between her legs and Vicky involuntarily moaned loudly. Breathing heavily she could smell her scent which turned her on even more. A shiver went through her entire body when a magic half a minute later the flood gates finally closed. Vicky could tell she was already close to a climax. Meeting Mike in the elevator really had added to her risky adventure. "Imagine not being able to stand still in front of him and dancing in obvious desperation. Oh god, so hot. Or imagine… loosing a spurt or two with him present, or even loosing complete control and having an accident with Mike noticing. Ohhh, you naughty thing." Just the thought of it mad Vicky blush and a few more intense strokes pushed her over the edge. With her climax approaching, just seconds away, she jumped from the toilet and fell onto her knees while still pleasuring herself with one hand. She was bent over resting on her knees and forearm, shoes still on, panties and pantyhose around her ankles, and looking at herself in the full size bathroom mirror when it finally rushed over her. It was an orgasm Vicky wouldn’t forget so soon.
La finale grande is there! I´m sorry it took so long. Two new characters are introduced (kinda :D). I went a little humorous on this part, but I hope you´ll still enjoy. Third time´s a charm. The next day Vicky jumped over her own shadow and rang at Mike´s to have a talk. Her bad conscience made her do it and on the other hand it was quite obvious that the two fancied each other. They agreed on dating which made Vicky super happy about her decision to approach Mike. It definitely had not been random that they had ended up making out the other night after the BBQ-party as Mike was just her type. The first two dates went really well. Both times they met on "neutral ground" and had dinner at the local Italian with one to two drinks and also one to two hours of pleasant conversation afterwards. Neither of them wanted to make any premature steps so despite the shared walk home there had not been a kiss or something further down that line. "Yet.", Vicky thought dreamily. She had already fantasized more than a dozen times on how she would change that after their next date this Sunday. Today was Friday and Vicky was sitting at work. Her boss had announced overtime for everyone at the start of the week so a majorly important deal could be sealed before the weekend. And there was still a good bit to do. So, Vicky´s usual desperation game was cancelled for today. She was still in a happy mood as she was looking forward to the weekend. Additionally, if everything went smooth today there would be bowling and beer for the whole office and Vicky was not about to miss out. Of course not everything at her job was perfect but she appreciated the effort to make work not only a place to be productive but more. Socializing and activities like this had helped her in the past weeks to find her place in the team. And there almost always had been a productivity boost for the whole team afterwards. Five hours later Vicky found herself at the bowling bar around the block together with most of her colleagues. She was not the most experienced player anyway (bowling was NOT her game ;D) but now after three beers there was just no use anymore. She was not alone with that though and everybody had some good laughs. It was at one of those "especially skillful" attempts of one of her female friends that her body, when being shaken with laughter, gave her an unmistakable signal. *poof* "Oh no, not those two!", Vicky thought. Lina and Angela would sometimes appear if she had surpassed a certain level and the three large beers seemed to have done it. "Just a quick reminder, girl! You should go for a wee!", Angela whispered into Vicky´s ear standing on her shoulder. "Wow, that was kind of a rude entrance, don´t you think?", Lina said standing on the other shoulder. "How about this: Hello dear Victoria. Nice to see you, it´s been a long time! How is it going?... instead of directly messing with a woman´s bathroom needs. Jesus, Angela!" "Rude?... Me?!", Angela was not whispering any more. "Why are you always pulling this act? You seem to forget that you´re Lina as in Devilina while I only want what´s best for her!" Vicky stepped in: "Shhhh guys, why is it that every time I meet you it is a yell-fest within seconds? Calm your temper, please…" *poof* Yeah, there was some pressure. But this was the last game. And after a last call for drinks the remaining group would probably call it a night in about twenty minutes. So, Vicky decided to hold it and joined the conversation again. When the last round of beer came she gave up on playing herself and cheered on the remaining hand full of players while her mind was more and more wandering of to a certain someone. Eventually, it was time to leave and the group was getting smaller and smaller. Vicky told everybody goodbye to get on her way herself. The moment she stood up from the comfy leather covered bench and got on her feet, she could really feel the alcohol and her blood rushing through her. She picked up her purse and her jacket and slowly started walking. *poof* "Sharp left now! See that sign with the 'WC'?" It was Angela. "Oh! Cpt. Angela given commands now, huh? Listen, if you want to steer a swaying ship like this you must use the correct terms like 'starboard' and such", Lina mocked. "Shut up! I´m trying to prevent an emergency here!" "Ay, and I´m just trying to help. But seriously, Vicky. If I were you I would just keep my course and head straight for the train station. You can catch the train at :50 and you´ll be home in no time! Easy. It´s also Friday, you know…" "Friday…Friday, Friday", Vicky hummed while walking out the door on what felt like autopilot. Angela just wanted to start to protest but… *poof* Walking through the cool air of the night hat a sobering effect on Vicky. While she was finishing the last meters to the train station five minutes after leaving the bowling bar Vicky became aware of the fact that Angela had a point. It was an 8/10 now. "Angela has a point…pff, come on. Angela is not even real! I´m just pretty drunk." The train was on time and everything lined up perfectly. She jumped in and took a seat. When sitting down the belt Vicky was wearing with her nicely fitting light blue jeans pressured her bladder quite a bit. For a split second she had the though of opening or at least loosening it up. "Angela would rant though." *poof* "Oh dear, talking of the devil…", Vicky signed with a smirk. "Oh hey, that´s me! Hehe… ehhh, scratch that! You know that I only have the best intentions! See how good my plan with the train worked? I am so trustworthy!", Lina said in full-on good girl pose. "Don´t make me laugh!", Angela taunted from the other shoulder. "No, really don´t!", Vicky intervened. "Oh, what´s the matter, sweety?", both little ladies asked in unison. "…the… belt." Lina was too quick for Angela. "Ah, I see. So, let´s analyze the situation. You have a 30 min ride ahead of you and you really have to pee. Don´t create any unnecessary work for your bladder muscles, Vicky. I mean it. If you are at an 8/10 now, even without this torture you´ll be at a 9 once we arrive. And then there´s the bike ride. Just open that thing up already, maybe that button, too…" "Are you crazy?!", Angela reacted. "You realize that we´re in public right now, right? Vicky, you got to behave! Imagine someone would see you…" "…belt loose, holding yourself, obviously desperate! So hot, right Vicky?", Lina whispered. "Don´t listen to her! You are a grown woman. Why do you keep fighting the symptoms instead of solving the problem? There is a toilet on this train. Why can´t you just…" Angela was interrupted by Lina´s laughter: "Hahahaha, you´re making MY job way too easy, girl! … waaaay too easy." *poof* Using one of those dirty train toilets, drunk or not, that just wouldn´t happen. Vicky had a look around. Nobody close by. She nestled her belt and the button of her jeans open but the release of pressure was not as great as she had hoped for. The ride went on and the minutes and kilometers passed ever so slowly. Vicky had to concentrate hard and constantly squeeze. Something felt different than on other Fridays. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was something else. There once every three to four minutes were those panic moments where she had to use her hands to hold herself. Under other circumstances, sober and in a full train, this always had been a taboo. But without this support every now and then…Vicky blushed a little. She once again had a look around but luckily she was safe and unwitnessed. Just three more stops to hers. Lina was right. It was close to a 9/10 now. She kept telling herself that she was almost there and when the train finally approached her station getting up was easier said than done. Her bladder was bulging so Vicky didn´t even waste a thought about that it was unladylike to say the least to keep her button and belt open. This was about staying dry now. When she left the train and the platform her walk was noticeably tense but there were no people around and she made it to her bike without any holding pauses which made Vicky kind of proud. But then… *poof* "Mhh, what do we have here? Flat tire, huh? Fuck.", Lina said in the tone of a car mechanic. "What now?", Vicky asked doing the best to keep her calm. "Well, let us see the good in the bad. You can finally end this madness and find a place to wee. You had your stupid game but be reasonable now. How are you going to make it home in time without the bike? So, come on.", Angela pushed. "You´re probably right.", Vicky admitted. "But where?" "There aren´t any bushes around. And by the time you found a suitable, semi-private place you might as well be halfway home. So, I would suggest that you don´t waste another second and get moving. Just imagine making it! That would be one for the ages!" Lina was adding fuel to the fire. The hint of doubt and panic from a few seconds ago was blown away and Vicky´s ambition and especially her horny mind were taking over. She started walking. "Lina, how dare you! You are setting her up for an accident!", Angela shouted. "This is the third close call in less than two months. Maybe you have used all your luck, Vicky. What if you don´t make it? Ever thought about that?", Angela went on. She sounded worried. Vicky could feel her nipples getting hard. Her bladder and her most sensitive parts both pulsated slightly. "More than once.", Vicky sheepishly admitted while speeding up her steps. "But the risk just ads to the excitement." Saying this out load sent waves of heat through her body. Her bladder was so full. The situation was unreal. But the said risk was realer than ever. While Angela was starring and searching for words Lina´s face was the brightest ear-to-ear smile. *poof* Twenty minutes later Vicky reached the house she was living in. It took her almost a full minute in her tipsy state to get the right key into the lock and open the main door up. She had no idea how she made it dry this far. All she knew was that this was a 10/10. She was squirming. Because of her recent elevator experience Vicky decided to use the stairs. Just. Four. And she would be… "Don´t think about it!" Just. Three. Just. Two. Just. One. She was standing in front of her flat door. A few meters away from her goal. "Oh god. Where is the key? I had it a minute ago! Focus Vicky! Where is it?" She hastily checked her pockets and her purse but without success. "Oh shit, oh shit. Where is it?" *poof* "Guys, thank god! I need your help, I lost my keys. I had them and now I can´t find them!", Vicky babbled so fast her words were barely understandable. "Ok, calm down. You got this, ok? Have you checked your pockets?", Angela asked. "Or your purse?", Lina added. "It´s gone, it´s gone. I don´t know what to do. I can´t even stand still… shit, shit, shit!" Vicky was getting hot and cold. "You got to be tough now, Vicky. Here´s the plan: Go ring at Mike´s and ask him if you could use the toilet. It is only one more story. I know this is ballsy, but your key could be anywhere from the main entrance to somewhere on the stairs to who knows!" Vicky looked from Lina to Angela. There wasn´t much left in her regarding strength and will power. "As much as I hate to say it", Angela said after two long seconds of consideration, "but Lina might be right here. It is just past midnight so Mike will almost certainly be awake. It is your best bet. You can do it." Vicky squeezed as hard as she could and started moving. She powerwalked up the stairs and a moment later pressed Mike´s doorbell without a second thought. There was no more time left for thoughts. After ten seconds she pressed it again. She waited bent over for another ten seconds. But she couldn´t hear anything from behind that door. Vicky started to lose hope. Sweat was running down her back and her legs were shaky. She was on a timer. A very short one. And the realization hit her that she had run out of options. She once again pressed the doorbell. Lina obviously couldn´t stand the silence anymore. "Come on, Mike! Your girl, super strong, horny, desperate Vicky is counting on you! You can be the hero now if you just open up!" "Super strong?", Vicky moaned. "If he does not open up in 30 seconds I´m standing in a puddle." "Ok, maybe only strong. And horny. And desperate.", Lina corrected herself. Vicky stood bend over with her hands between her legs and could move neither forward nor backward. 30 seconds passed. The door stayed closed and Vicky accepted her defeat when suddenly Mike walked out in his usual shorts and shirt with a laundry basket in his hands. Vicky turned her head and her eyes found his but it was all too late. "Run! Hide! Run! Oh no!", Angela was in full-on panic mode while Lina just said: "Oh hi, Mike. Enjoy the show! And Vicky, make sure to tell him!" *poof* And while the flood gates opened Mike, totally unsuspicious till this point, casually asked: "Hi Vicky, nice to see you. What´s going on?" Vicky´s crotch and inner thighs were getting hot and wet. She felt like she was dreaming. It was hard to suppress any moans. There was a seemingly never ending, load, hot stream of steamy wetness. With Lina´s words in mind and while continuously holding eye contact Vicky answered: "I´m having a desperate pissing accident in my pants in front of my hot neighbor I´m currently dating."
Coming with a smattering of exquisite LivingInfinite (http://pixiv.me/livinginfinite) artwork is a story written by my inner Tom Clancy, in four parts. __________________________________________________ Had peace reigned, the sky’s conscience might have retained its clarity, unscarred by the weeping trails carved by screaming jets. But there was nobody now for the blue expanse to enchant, not least the pilots seeking refuge from the spiteful columns of fire that blossomed from the ground. Jo had learned to hate the clear sky as she flew into the fray, but refrained from pushing harder on the roaring turbojet, as she did back when she could still find fights in air unpolluted by thick smoke. All intercepts occurred now in the besmirched skies in front of Jo’s canopy. Her plane shot toward the dirty smear ahead. The communists were desperate, but no less pig-headed than usual. Their recent barrage of reconnaissance planes all flew high and slow, and evaded with no more skill than plump, silvery skeet. They’d made aces out of too many idiotic young cadets who then dared to cozy up to Jo and her compatriot veterans of the MiGs’ trial by fire. She almost missed those visceral battles. Racking up easy kill marks and pay was a good gig, but it was nothing on the rawness of dogfights in her wonderfully analog machines. Meanwhile, she had never pushed her sleek new jet to its limits, and if her briefing was accurate, today would not be the first time. A wispy white contrail caught Jo’s eye. She followed it to a quick flash of metal emerging from behind a smoky cloud. Throttle up, and turn to port. The bogey had straight wings and bulges underneath both. Soviet. “Knight has visual. Vectoring for the target, over.”. The Russian’s shimmering fuselage was above her, flying an angle towards her for a few seconds, before disappearing behind an ashy cloud. Jo tightened her chest and pulled her control stick left. The jet rolled into a tight turn, and she wrenched her body towards the sky, fighting the bloodshot pulses at the side of her eyes until the two contrails appeared parallel above her canopy. The Russian was much closer now, close enough for Jo to make out the red stars on his wings, beckoning her to put the big plane squat inside her sights. But now the Russian was accelerating and rolling starboard, twisting his plane down towards the ground, scavenging the last few knots out of the antiquated airframe, and in the process sealing any opportunities for agile evasion. It was a hallmark of desperate young pilots, just like the previous few that the Ruskies had sent, just another stenciled red star below Jo’s cockpit. You’re as good as dead. This time, as she gently pushed the control stick down, her gloved thumb was locked over the trigger. Twenty degrees, ten degrees, and the twin-engined fighter was in her sights again, frozen by speed in her green crosshairs. Now go down. The four cannons exploded in a rhythmic bark and spat their trails of fire, enveloping the Soviet in a curtain of American lead, each bullet cutting like a hot knife through the thin aluminum. A splash of orange flame erupted from the starboard engine, shimmering across the unpainted metal, and the engine exploded in a burst drowned out by the still-roaring cannons. And then the Russian was falling in a flat spin, down and away from Jo’s sights, leaving only a corkscrew of thick black smoke to mark her kill. “Scratch one Red. Returning to base, over.”. Jo would have preferred the sheet of flame marking a mid-air disintegration, but was content with a quick look back revealing no ejected pilots’ parachute. The dead communist hadn’t even fired in the encounter–these pilots were only good for being shot down. What the hell are they doing in these planes? Their Furloughs were clumsy, rotund beasts, a decade-old design that even the greenest of recruits could fly circles around before downing. For Jo, a clean intercept would never take more than twenty seconds. She pulled back on the throttle until the engine’s thunderous reverberations slowed to a pitch that she knew by ear. Her thumb relaxed from its curl around the trigger. A gentle turn could suffice, but a tight roll could put her on the flight path half a mile sooner. There was no question: Jo braced her chest and temples, and tugged the control stick to starboard. The aircraft was nearly perpendicular to the ground when she was pricked by a sense of sudden premonition. Something had glanced off the canopy in the turn, a quick and sinister flash that had appeared for a second while she was pivoted northeast. Her hand flew back to the throttle and her thumb to the trigger, in preparation of chasing another Furlough to a fiery death. But no sooner had she terminated the roll than the whistling wail of a supersonic projectile fill her right ear, followed nearly instantly by a shrieking alarm in her headset. Fuck! First came the light of the explosion in a blinding burst, and then the deafening blast and shockwave that stunned every fiber of Jo’s being. The missile’s storm of penetrating shrapnel perforated the jet all along its side as it violently shook in the ripples of the blast. Jo was thrown like a rag-doll against the sides of her cockpit, her unrestrained head crashing off the sides of her canopy. I lost–lost the enemy, lost the advantage, lost her safety. It was a horrifying thought which coursed through Jo’s nerves, numbing all her appendages. Her body went cold. She had forgotten this raw fear, the sort that the MiGs once struck, the sort for which she had started wearing her special undergarments. The gelled core of her padded trunks soaked with the hot urine she had released in terror, absorbing fast enough for to Jo remain unaware that she was wetting herself. The same discretion could not be afforded to her solid wastes, which pushed messily into the padding at her backside and against the elastic gathers that kept Jo’s fear a secret. That she was messing herself was known to Jo’s subconscious, but her mind was consumed by visceral fear, thinking only of wanting to run, to hide, to be somewhere, anywhere else. All her appendages stiffened, bringing her hand into a white-knuckled grip around the control stick, and her thumb back down on her trigger. The four M39s’ faithful bark rocked Jo, enough for her to become cognizant of the hollow lightness in her body, and adrenaline in her mind, even as her urine continued to pour unencumbered into the absorptive trunks. She released the trigger and the curtain of bullets stopped. Three seconds had passed. Four seconds, and Jo pulled hard starboard on her control stick, five seconds, and she pulled her plane up into a loop. She was inverted when the silver jet shot across her canopy, above her head, below her in the ashy sky. Fucker! I got you! Pure instinct pushed her hand to hard starboard, rotating the plane in an inverted roll. The black and bloody circles were converging on her vision now. Max G. The control stick was returned to rest, but the throttles pushed up, whipping the jet around into the contrails of the assailant. Jo saw a flash of a sleek delta silhouette, bearing the burst of Soviet red on its swept wings, before the plane again climbed above and over her canopy. Come back here! The moment of fear was forgotten now. She twisted her control stick up and to starboard, pointing her nose towards the heavens and the roar of the Soviet’s engines. Her jet’s alarm wails were ignored as she pushed the aircraft to a roll towards the contrails, only to find the flash of silver below her this time, shooting past her jet in the exact opposite direction. Running now? Jo’s plane rolled to the side again to complete its tight turn. The bloodshot spots in front of her eyes were flooding her vision, and her head was screaming its protest, but she gave not an inch of the control sticks’ starboard pull, flinging the jet around in a full loop toward the Russian. There you are! – on top of her canopy, the full picture of the Soviet jet, enveloped between two flickering circles of bloody vision, red stars emblazoned on the delta wing. Bursts of automatic fire were already exploding its a green nose cone, shooting their streams of fire, ready to dismember their target upon the turn’s completion. But the plane was much too slow to match Jo’s turn, pulling fast enough to bracket the Russian’s underbelly, half a second away from having the Soviet in her sights. Your turn to die! Not mine! Now it was her turn to fire as she jerked back on the control stick, ensuring that the Soviet would receive a full stream of the red-hot bullets. There was no escape for the Russian, locked in place by the effort of the maneuver, from the storm of bullets that perforated all along the big aircraft. The screaming turbojet engine was penetrated throughout its length, and consumed itself in a furious explosion, tearing apart all traces of the Soviet jet in a fireball of gas and rockets. Jo had never seen the pilot, but knew that he would have been incinerated in an instant and turned to the ash which polluted the skies. Too good a death for you, Red bastard! __________________________________________________ “Your mail, missus Bell”. “Thank you. Leave it in the tray.” “Very welcome, missus”. Cynthia was beginning to like the young clerk, with his brisk smile and chipper voice. He’d never seen a world without war and knew not to despair at it, nor bemoan the draft that would come for him in due time. Too young to know of the vacations summer once yielded, too young too know of the ration tickets he worked for, too young to know of all the turmoil unfolding across the world. Cynthia couldn’t escape any of it. She turned in her chair, and from the top of a heavy stack picked up the bound manila envelope marked Classified. Oh, of course it’s the 303. The Union’s finest, renowned for their many memorandums demanding the latest that Groom Lake had rubber-stamped, none of which the secretaries had clearance to read. This document was for her eyes only, and its contents would be made known only to Team 3A. She pinched and unwound the string, pulled out the ream inside, and her figures leafed through the cheap copy paper. The pages fell into a flurry of words, numbers, and figures—suddenly interrupted by the flash of a familiar name. Cynthia furrowed her brow and flipped back through the papers, searching; and there it was on the third page. Josephine Dolores Simmons. It was all she could do to not physically cringe at having found her. That woman, that day, that reminder of her secret. She knew immediately what would be requested from her. How, just how could I possibly forget? Waves of scorching heat shimmered above the Nevada desert and wafted from the black tarmac runways a smell of lingering bitumen. Though she had long ago moved the small metal fan as close to her as its cord would allow, Cynthia was still sweating furiously through every pore. She looked up from her work to the clock, and then to the lone window of the cabin, through which she could see the three bullet-shaped jets with blinding bursts of sunlight reflecting off their polished bodies. Hardly an hour remained before their takeoff, and in the meantime, there was much work to be done. More beads of sweat had dripped from her wrists upon her papers. My goodness, this heat! Her long white coat was almost unbearable in this weather, and even worse was her underwear, whose material was surely saturated solely with sweat by now. Well, she couldn’t do without either, but scowled at knowing the other ladies suffered only by the coat. A knock appeared at the door, and before Cynthia could go to answer it, it was accompanied by a rattling crank at the locked doorknob. “Coming!” She hurried over as fast as her low heels would allow and undid the lock, opening the door to reveal a disheveled-haired woman wearing a crumpled green jacket and fatigues. A cigarette was burning between the woman’s teeth, and she did not put it out as she strode up the cabin’s steps, drawing herself to a full height, a head taller than Cynthia. Cynthia was taken aback. “And you would be?” There was no rank insignia and no patch upon the stranger’s jacket. “Simm’ns”. She finally pulled out the smoke. Simmons, Simmons. “Oh! Major Simmons!” The decorated ace of the one-thirty-eighth, with twelve confirmed kills over Bulgaria. Wasn’t it Simmons who brought down the Russian flightsuit, that she personally had examined? Regardless, she’d only ever seen her in a crisp dress uniform, and it jarred Cynthia now to see Simmons here and in this state. “So, Major Simmons, I can help you now with your equipment, ma’am. Erm, this will go on under the suit across your stomach; I have that for you here, and then the suit should be pulled on over you. These will go on over. Here’s the manual, Major Simmons” “Jo, if you like”. “You may find it better to step behind the curtain for the next step, Major. Our guidelines are that you replace your current undergarments with these… They’re for the female anatomy, you see, for collecting waste in these here long missions, yes, all test pilots for today should wear these...” The major picked up and unfolded the white trunks towards which Cynthia gestured, and shot a glance over her shoulder. “You’re making me wear a diaper?” “Oh no, I’m sure you’ll find that these aren’t quite, yes! We’ve engineered to a very high standard – they work by airflow, and are fitted these just for your body, so that it’s very light and comfortable, yes, I’m sure you will feel no different from your…” “I’ll wear it.” Cynthia couldn’t tell if Simmons was convinced, but she obliged in pulling back the curtain and changing herself into the flightsuit. She turned her back towards the major and walked back to her desk, and only then noticed that her face was tingling with blush. A diaper! Really! The spiel about the Disposable Absorbent Containment Trunks was all true; the trunks were indeed a culmination of hours in the lab perfecting a novel polymer compound and its packaging. Cynthia had been religious in ensuring that the garment would be as non-restricting as possible, so further removing any resemblance to a baby’s diaper. And yet, well… It was an affront to more than her scientific prowess—for as she spoke, Cynthia was herself wearing the trunks – diaper– that she had designed for Major Josephine Simmons. They didn’t fit perfectly on her slighter waist, but she necessarily donned one each morning, as she had today behind the curtain in the cabin. With her position in FSG, she could procure the garments easily, and so an extra pair was tucked away in a zippered compartment of her handbag. There was but a small solace in needing not to draw from it often. Her thoughts were broken by Simmons’s voice. “Finished.” From behind the curtain emerged the Major, fully suited in her equipment. “Oh, oh, yes. I’ll need to perform some checks now.” She scanned across all the fastenings in the mess of tubes and straps. “Everything correct”. “Thank you”. Major Simmons swung the door back into its frame with a crash that rattled the cabin. I should go now, too. All the papers were complete, cross-checked twice, and neatly tucked into their manila folders. With one hand, Cynthia picked up her clipboard, and with the other, lifted her carrying case by its leather handle. To the jeep! She pushed opened the door, to be assailed immediately by the scorching sun. A cloud of fine dust, ejected from the tracks of vehicles in the distance, permeated her nostrils and throat, and elicited from her a series of sharp coughs as she disembarked the three wooden steps. And with each heave of her lungs, Cynthia leaked into her trunks a few errant spurts of urine. But so quickly did the padding whisk the moisture away, that she was none the wiser. It would be hours later before Cynthia could return to the cabin, fully exhausted from her ordeal in the scorching heat. She’d drunk cup after cup of water in the sweltering tent, and upon each visit to the bathroom found her DACT’s padding more and more dampened by another series of leaks she’d been too absorbed in work to notice. There was no opportunity throughout to retrieve a change, though in truth, she had never noticed the need for one. Lucky, too, for now was a fully unsuitable time. “Major Simmons, did you find the suit to cause any discomfort? Were there new stresses during maneuvers?” “No, and no. It’s enough for the plane. Though, I’m cooking in here”. “Ah, yes, I’m afraid that there might be an added thickness to the suit – it’s because of the extra pressure we need for the G’s. Let’s see… do you notice a decrease in mobility? Erm, here, on the ground?” “A bit, maybe. Don’t think it’s a problem”. Cynthia turned towards her clipboard, and creased her eyebrows at the dismal handwriting of her cursive upon the paper. Major Simmons had insisted on walking back posthaste, and Cynthia was in no position to refuse on grounds of wanting a desk. The consequence was the near-illegible script of writing while walking. Moreover, she needed the restroom and none were in sight. Gosh, that champagne went right through me. She made no mention of her predicament to the major, who had again produced and lit a cigarette, and answered further questions with the stick clenched between her teeth. Onward Cynthia trudged, probing and jotting and cross-referencing, all while her discomfort increased as her bladder filled. The cabin seemed miles away still, just a dot in the horizon while the heavy pressure mounted painfully upon her abdomen. Unconsciously, her pace increased. Each step was a jolt to her full bladder, approaching now its breaking point. A brief spurt of urine escaped into the padding, and this time, Cynthia was cognizant of each torturous drop. She toyed momentarily with the notion of fully emptying herself into the waiting padding, before quickly realizing that the trunks could in no way contain the saturation. There was no other option. “Erm… Major… could we pause, now, for a moment?” “What’s that?” The tall woman furrowed her brow. “What for?” “I… ah… I need to relieve myself...” Jo didn’t bat an eyebrow. “Ditch’s over there. Nobody’s around”. Cynthia could’ve hoped for nothing better than the easygoing soldier’s mannerisms, but her face was still a burning beet red as she turned toward the divot. She shot a brief glance over to Major Simmons, and saw only the pilot’s backside, framed by a few wisps of smoke rising and disappearing in the sunset. Only after walking twenty paces away from the woman did Cynthia dare to stop and squat down, loosen her belt and lower her slacks, and then grasp the legs of her skin-hugging DACT to pull them just away from her crotch. Any encumbrance her nervosity might have provided was overcome by sheer desperation as the torrent of urine flowed readily out her bladder and onto the ground, coalescing into a puddle in the sand. She shifted around in her squat to avoid stepping on her urine, but with the trunks at her thighs, could only move with an awkward waddle. When done, Cynthia realized suddenly the lack of any article to wipe with, followed quickly with the fresh realization that she could do without doing so. But the notion seemed disgusting, that she would willingly use the – diaper – at her thighs. She looked down upon her trunks’ padding, and surmised quickly from the swollen and yellowed fabric that her escapade had likely saved herself from another embarrassment. With a sigh, she brought herself to her feet. “You’re finished?” Hearing the voice felt like a shock coursing throughout her body. Cynthia’s glance shot up immediately towards the major, and to her abject horror found the woman’s bored eyes locked with hers. She almost screamed, but managed only a yelp as she rapidly doubled over herself, furiously covering her lower half from view. “Damn! Sorry!” For her part, Jo had wrenched her body back around with the first glance of the lady, and nearly inhaled her cigarette with the first sharp breath. She bit and chewed upon the filter while waiting for the crunching footsteps to draw nearer, and spoke not a word as she began her walk towards the cabin, with eyes averted from the short woman walking besides her. There was a lot for her to digest. Cynthia reciprocated the major’s refusal for acknowledgment. Her breaths were short and sharp, drawing in the acrid tobacco of the burning cigarette with each inhale. Oh god, oh god, did she see? All her work in miniaturizing the DACT could not have saved her from feeling the sodden padding between her thighs at each step, as though all the embarrassment she had ever felt at her incontinence rose from within and was stirred anew. There was a helpless anger, too, a why me? that echoed in her head until it was a relentless pound that erased time and the present. “Gonna change now”. Without realizing it, Cynthia had carried herself to the doorstep of the cabin. She wanted anything but to look at the pilot, but steeled herself to create a facade of full causality, and forced her eyes towards Josephine Simmons’s. “Y-yes, your clothes should still be on the cot”. “Okay”. There was nothing amiss in that voice, no indication that she had seen anything in that split-second encounter. It was enough to assuage Cynthia, so consumed had she been by the scorching embarrassment. I did cover myself enough. After all, how much could she have seen? She collapsed into her canvas chair, exhausted from the day and the experience. And so what if she did see? I’ll never meet her again. “Have an ashtray?” Major Simmons was back in her sloppy fatigues, and had thrown aside the curtain to face the seated scientist, with a butt between her fingers. “Oh, I don’t smoke. Can you throw it outside?” “Mm”. Jo strode two steps towards the door and opened a crack just wide enough to flick her butt out of. Just as quickly, she closed the door into its unpainted frame, and turned to face the seated woman with her hand still resting upon the brass knob. A grin cracked over her face. “Not diapers, huh?” Cynthia’s heart sank and her face washed over instantly with a pale blush. “N-no…?” There was no conviction in her voice. The pilot cocked her head and furrowed her brow. “That so?” She drew a step closer. “Just underwear, right? That’s why you’re wearing one?” No, no, why me, why me? She almost wanted to cry, but knew that doing so would only humiliate her further. Well, well, oh god, what should I do? She squeezed her eyes shut. “If you must… know…” Her voice was barely a whimper. “I’ve… a use for them… myself”. “Government property, isn’t it? Embezzlement? Hell, there’s too much of that. You know what I oughta do?” Oh god, is she serious? Cynthia opened her eyes again to reveal the pilot’s humorless face, one befitting of an ace and major in the Air Force. The perfect soldier, just as promised, and now her own abrogations would be brought to justice. No, no, will she -? But Major Simmons had no intention of waiting for Cynthia to cry a pleading protest. “Now, Miss, I’ll cut you a deal. I’m tired of seeing cockpits to clean after shooting some Russkies. Well, maybe they’ve got the same issues as you. Want to help me?” What’s this now? I… “Of course, of course!” She’d no need to finish her thought. “Hope you’re good at secrets. I’ll send you an order.” The paleness was receding from Cynthia’s face, leaving only a burning blush. “M-major, you’ll keep everything here in this room, right? May I … may I have some... leniency?” Jo rolled her shoulders. “Sure”. __________________________________________________ Fletcher Synthetics Group, PW10372D1 File of Dr. Cynthia Elizabeth Bell CLASSIFIED Absorbent Article For Use In Variable-G Environments An absorbent article contained within a flexible chassis with a thin, flexible absorbent core, body-facing liquid permeable topsheet, waterproof backsheet. Design of the chassis comprises the front and rear of the waist, and the upper portion of both legs, joined by seams to open at waist front. The objective of the design revision is to utilize the entire capacity of absorbent material. Previously, an excess of material necessitated a thick article not conforming well to the body and limiting application of air-flow system as described in PC5028. In general, the distribution of liquid along the article follows a circular pattern, causing overburden to material at the article’s sides without usage of end regions. A remedy is the introduction of rigid structure to the garment, however, the current construction of absorbent articles precludes the concentration of material in any area without rigid support. personal note D.A.C.T. leaks most commonly when in sitting position probably because of body weight on absorbent portion. elastic gathers near legs prevents some of the leaks but is uncomfortable even when not moving. +on a fitted frame would compress and be useless too Thus, there is a need for added members in construction facilitating the transfer of liquids vertically alongside the article towards outwards areas of the article. A semi-permeable prewoven film is arranged along the absorbent material behind and ahead of areas of saturation. The hydrophobic element prevents liquid permeation beyond a depth of absorbent material at regions adjacent to areas of saturation, until expansion of absorbent material increases permeability of the additional member. When article is used, the semi-permeable element precludes quick absorption in regions most immediate to the liquid and therefore transfers liquids to absorbent material along its length, making use of absorbent core in end regions. Greater absorptive efficiency therefore allows for a lesser amount of absorbent material and thinner absorbent core. The resultant garment should therefore have greater potential to conform to the body and reduce leaks resultant from the bunching of used absorbent material. D.A.C.T. made with same absorbent mat. and new film I don’t notice a change in the feeling of the underwear even sitting dry so film material is soft enough. I can feel “dry” for longer maybe by about one and one quarter hours. +more visible staining on the topsheet when changing OK and shows dispersion working. sometimes uncomfortable because of weight when not dry but can be fixed. should not be problem in use. thin absorbnt mat. new film more comfortable to wear and I still dont notice film material. lasts as long but easier to move in plus feels lighter because liquid distributed. but more “wetness” can be felt when product is used, (I notice using it more now). approved jun19 The four turboprops had yet to stop spinning when Jo approached the goliath cargo plane and locked eyes with Hugh Reeves. He watched the stone-faced woman approach the ajar cargo door and stop just short of where it would kiss the runway. Even as they were separated by just the ramp’s length, not even shouting could drown out the engine’s roaring drone. There was nothing to do but stare while the Allison engines spooled down until they finally left the propellers whirling powerless in the air. Jo made the first move and jumped onto the still-descending ramp. Hugh snapped into a quick salute upon seeing her rank. The major took three wordless steps up the metal door and stopped, and gave him a once-over without a single change in her expression. “At ease, sergeant”. Hugh lowered his arm. “What’cha need, ma’am?” “Find me a carrying box that’s got ‘Simmons’ on the label. It’ll be green and metal. You can’t miss it.” Groan. There had to be at least fifty packages just like that “But what’s ya rush?” “Important things from above. I’d have to kill you if I told you”. He wanted to laugh at the joke but bit his tongue upon realizing the major was serious. Without a word, he turned around into the cavernous belly and began to look around the packages stacked high under lashings. When he returned minutes later with file box in hand, Hugh was already expecting reprisal from a royally angry major long past the edge of her patience. But she was still standing on the ramp with the same opaque scowl, only now she had a cigarette burning at the corner of her mouth. He breathed a sigh of relief and handed over the package to no acknowledgment. “Shore is light, ain’t it?” The major turned on a heel to glare at him. She said nothing. Hugh gulped and instinctively broke into another salute. Did that set her off? She smirked and flicked the butt from her lips. “Sure is.” Jo turned again and walked away. Hugh lowered his salute and turned towards his packages. Not so bad, that major. She ain’t a bully. But hell, wasn’t she scary. The squadron was kicking back and shooting the shit in the mess hall. Nothing would disturb Jo in her hut. She nevertheless scanned the small, curtainless windows as a precaution, and found nobody around. Only then did she turn back to her file box and unlock its lid. There it was, the express from Dover, neatly packed into a cardboard box stamped with the interlocked diamonds of FSG. Fifty pairs of trunks, fitted, as Missus Bell had said, specifically for Jo’s body. Her “special undergarments” that she had first worn on flying the Ultra Sabre, and that she wore since then on each and every mission. The last box’s supply was diminishing when she written to the States, and had almost vanished by the C-127’s arrival in the evening. But arrive they did, and just in time for the mission with the big bombers at 2253. Saved again. With both hands, Jo slipped her green fatigues and white cotton panties off her legs. She reached into the file box and retrieved a folded white trunk, unfolded it quickly, and with her feet found the garment’s two legs. In one jerk she pulled the trunks up to her waist and covered them just as quickly with the green fatigues. She bent down, locked the green metal box, slipped the brass key between her mattress and metal bedframe, and slid the entire container underneath her bed and out of sight of any visitors to her hut. The fifteen jets and fourteen bombers were high over Czechslovakian sky, and the sun long ago fallen behind the horizon, when the first blip on the radar appeared. “Bogey to our one o’clock”. Jo pushed her throttle, and the Pratt & Whitney responded with an afterburner’s roar, pressing her back into the seat as the lumbering bombers receded and vanished from her sight. The Union’s jets were screaming through the air at nearly Mach two when the second blip appeared on the radar, followed by a third, fourth, and fifth. Jo’s heart was steeled and her consciousness wholly contained in her eyes and trigger finger as she screamed towards the dogfight enveloped by her engine’s thunderous roar. The green glowing dots on her canopy were moving towards the radar’s center, on a collision course with the Minutemen, ready to fight and die at the Americans’ hands. Her eyes left the display and began scanning the sky. Her arms twitched, ready to pull the control stick towards the first communist that appeared. The world had but fallen silent. “Visual! Visual at three o’clock!” Clayton’s scream was loud and distorted and irritatingly piercing but could not hope to brake Jo’s dead-set concentration. She was a machine pulling her plane in a smooth but unbelievably quick roll towards the orange flicker of jet exhaust out-shining all the stars in the sky. The target grew from a speck into a splotch on her canopy and began to move with quick, deliberate motion as it drew ever-closer. Her hands moved to the trigger. “I have radar and visual on target, three miles out, on my eleven o’clock, firing missile.” Calm, collected, monotonous, and conveying to all her squadron that the kill was but secured. Two Sparrows shot through the inky sky en route towards the doomed fighter. Jo pulled back and left on her control stick, once again sucking herself into the seat, and bringing the plane high above striking range of the communists’ guns. One second, two second, three, and ahead appeared a burst and sheet of orange flame. “Scratch one! Perfect shot!” Jo scowled, ignoring the whoops and cheers. She brought her weight down hard on the control stick, forcing the jet back down towards where the night sky was lit. The orange glow was still there, obscured by a curtain of smoke, moving in a rapid tremble. It was asynchronous with her jet’s judder. No, the bandit was not yet downed. Jo brought her jet in a quick rolling loop towards the engine glow, finger curled around the trigger. Her hand’s pressure on the stick relented as the target fell within fifty degrees of her guns, steadying the reticule on the canopy glass. She could but make out the plane’s outline now, though the screen of billowing smoke. It was falling, lurching about in an attempt to stay airborne, not at all realizing that it was falling into the crosshairs of an American fighter. Jo aimed and pulled the trigger. The Sukhoi drowned into an ocean of American lead, and was in a fraction of a second torn apart in a ball of bright flame, disintegrating so fast that the pilot could never realize his own death. The victorious Ultra Sabre pulled up sharply to rejoin its compatriots. Inside, Jo’s heartbeat relented and her focus softened. “Target destroyed.” No sooner had Jo uttered the words that her cockpit reverberated with a furious volley of deafening bangs and her jet gave a huge, tortuous lurch, and screamed into her headset with the sounds of countless alarms. The jerk slammed her helmet into the canopy with such force that she saw stars. Her whole body tightened with a terror she’d never expected. She was utterly disconnected with the jet, blind to the hail of lethal fire. Without hesitation, she began to run her bladder and soak her undergarment’s waiting padding. Three more peals of penetration from a burst of Russian machine-cannon seemed to be the final nails in her coffin. Tears dripped from the corners of her eyes and her hands’ grip slackened. Her bowels gave out too as she messed herself into her trunks. Major Jospehine Dolores Simmons’ plane flew but unguided for four agonizing, eternal seconds, even while a Sparrow’s blast reverberated behind her and struck another Sukhoi from the European sky. Then, a roar, a flash of an Ultra Sabre slicing across her canopy, then slowing in front of her and giving her full view of the turbojet’s orange exhaust. It was a beautiful sight. The alarms, once melded into the clarion of death, regained their meaning. Her squadron’s barks over the headset became audible again. Jo could feel her body returning to her. She knew at once of her accident when she felt the hot piss pooled against her crotch. Her face, already flushed with relief, now filled red with disgust as she felt the moisture slowly dissipate and dry. How much did I piss myself? She couldn’t recall being this wet before. “- smoking, Jo, you’se engine’s smoking!” That was Powers. …tell me something I didn’t know. “You gotta go! Go back!” He was right. The control was a Christmas tree of warning lights all screaming that the jet was crippled. At this rate, any landing at all would be good going. Barring that, she could bail out of the plane over Belgium and hope for the best. “Bravo three, vectoring for base, over.” The bombers would have to go on without her. She yanked on the control stick and felt the plane protest at the simple maneuver. Fuck…damned hell. “Affirmativ-” Not half a second after the radio cut, a huge black silhouette shot past Jo’s canopy in a fiery tumble. Her heart leapt, and almost burst with utter shock as the object suddenly exploded with a horrible roar punctuated with the screeching creak of twisting metal. A cacophony of shrapnel raked the underside of Jo’s jet. Her nerves were utterly shot; though she needed not feel the trepidation of possible death she was again stunned by fear. She felt every drop of her bladder’s remaining contents pour out and inundate her crotch with hot liquid, but felt no fiber of muscle that could stop the stream. Jo’s bladder was empty already by the time her composure fully returned and allowed her to grit her teeth, waiting for the flood of warmth to dry again, waiting and waiting until she finally noticed it. Her thighs and seat were wet. It all came back to her in a wave of embarrassment. There was something different about putting on the underwear, and something different about fitting the g-suit, and something different about climbing into the jet. Moving had been too easy and too free. Jo was sure of it – her trunks’ padding was thinner and lighter. No wonder the first accident had felt – that way. The humiliation gave way to anger – Missus Bell will wish she’d never been born! But until then, she could only guide her crippled jet towards Belgium while sitting in a rapidly cooling puddle of her own urine. __________________________________________________ Fletcher Synthetics Group, PW10368B3 File of Dr. Cynthia Elizabeth Bell CLASSIFIED Absorbent Article For Use In Variable-G Environments An absorbent core contained within a disposable absorbent article, contained between a liquid-permeable topsheet and liquid-impervious backsheet. The design modification from previous reduces loss in absorbent efficacy produced as a result of typical bodily motion causing distortion of the article displacement away from the user. The forces exerted upon the article may cause unintended contortion of the absorbent core into shapes not suited for the collection of liquid with minimal leakage, or in extreme cases force previously contained liquid out of the absorbent core. It is beneficial to provide an absorbent core intimate contact with the wearer as to not subject the core to twisting and bunching motion. However, the bodily motion of normal use make such a proposition difficult to accomplish with established absorbent material that may deform with the addition of weight or other stresses. Therefore, there is a need for an absorbent core constructed of novel material such that the absorbent core may be effectively held against a user’s body. p.s. running or exercising means the core ends up being all twisted out of its place and I have to change (also could mean leaks if bunched up, even tho D.A.C.T. not fully used). pilots should have some similar contortions and problem should be worsened because of the extra G’s. Accordingly, there is a need to produce an absorbent core of multiple constructions, that can both facilitate absorptive capability and enough rigidity to provide a fit allowing for greater body contact. A contoured section of liquid-permeable material is made integral to the topsheet and fitted for bodily topography more minute than what can be provided by the absorbent article’s chassis. The density of the material construction prevents contortion of the top, body-facing layer, while the more absorptive celluloid layer follows the shaping of the top layer, and is regardless not integral to the immediate absorptive action of the core. test 1 feels “wet” much quicker than last version (to be expected) from the smaller volume of the true absorbent core. not good enough for extended use. more comfortable and feels more snug, more like “regular” underwear because of a better fit. lasts just as long as prev. during exercise. A further revision to the absorbent core construction should be made to remedy the decreased volume of absorbent material. A quantity of polymer-based material is arranged at the edge regions of the absorbent core, that do not need to absorb immediate quantities of liquid upon use of the absorbent core, but should still contain liquid as liquid is distributed along the core. The polymer material is suitable for its slower rate of absorption but greater liquid retention property. It is not made integral to regions of the garment, but the dense construction of the core ensures that the material is contained in desired areas. 2 absorbs more and D.A.C.T. still feels better than before topsheet changed. much easier to exercise for longer and now I can trust the “feeling” on the D.A.C.T. because it can absorb to the full capacity. light running for thirty minutes did not leak or bunch absorbent core and underwear was still usable after. nov03 Upon seeing the first silver jet’s wheels kiss the earth with quick screeches and puffs of smoke, the army of brightly-suited figured swarm like ants over the runway. They scour the skies for the procession of Ultra Sabres in this one’s wake that are to be attended to. Just this once, the air is not pregnant with the question of who had succumbed to the hellish Polish skies. The report had arrived at the tower already – clean sweep. Only the mechanics refuse to share in the squadron's jubilation. They curse and light cigarettes, ready for another sixteen-hour shift working on the planes that will be shot up mere hours after all repairs are complete. The sleek warbirds had not escaped unscathed. Oily smoke billows from jet exhausts. Multicolored liquids drip from cowlings onto the tarmac below. Virtually every aircraft has been wracked with countless new perforations from flak and aircraft cannons. North American was never shy about their alarms. For the entire flight back home from Poland, Jo was subjected to the merciless chimes of three different systems crying foul, none of which had any bearing on her ability to land the plane at base. Their cries were so incessant that she could just but shut them out of her mind. That much could not be said for her accident in the fray. Jo wouldn’t have it any other way. She could never allow herself to have an accident and feel anything but utter disgust. But her special underwear was making that pursuit damned difficult. The DACT felt dry as as a bone after that fighter materialized to the right – even after Jo realized her bladder had become completely empty. For all Cynthia Bell’s wizardry, though, the trunks could do little to conceal the mess that Jo made when the flak grazed her plane. She’d sat in it the whole way back and wanted to puke each second of it. The alarms finally fell silent as Jo completed her taxi and killed her plane’s engine, allowing the fans to wind their way down in the humid air. More than anything, she wanted to strip out of the sweaty g-suit and soiled DACT and jump into civvies. A nice long smoke and a glass of coke wouldn’t hurt either. With her fingers dancing over the switches that completed shutdown procedure, Jo was ready to jump out of the cockpit and back to sumptuous Air Force life. The cockpit opened and she brought herself over the fuselage sill, down the ladder that had been wheeled out by the team of scrawny boys. “’Scuse me, ma’am, ‘scuse me!” There was a woman amidst them that Jo hadn’t noticed. A cook or a nurse, judging by her skinny arms. She was holding bundle of blue cloth. Trouble. “That’s Major to you.” The girl balked at Jo’s angry growl. She’d shot the messenger. “Well, erm, so… some big general-type came in from France. So, Colonel Gordon wants you in this.” She held out the bundle expectantly. Parade uniform. Ridiculous and sweltering. “Only in the fucking Chair Force, right?”. The girl just nodded, and as soon as Jo took the uniform, slunk away with her head lowered. Not a peep came from the ground crew as Jo crumpled the neatly folded cloth and stormed off to the hangar. She’d just known today’s luck wouldn’t last. Those pompous bastards wouldn’t ever let up. Liz had already filed away her logs when Jo finally found the shade of the hangar. “Hustle up, Jo, they want us to report in 10”. “What the hell, where are we gonna change?” "The hangar, for the boys.” Liz giggled and cocked a half-smile. “But I think I’ll do it in the bushes. Watch my six?” “Fat chance. These goddamned papers.” The lieutenant pouted. “Fine, then.” She leaned in over Jo’s shoulder. “By the way, Major, do you need any, ahem, parade pads?” She’d hardly finished the sentence before breaking into giggles again. “What?” “Nothing, nothing! But if you need them, they’re in my locker.” Parade pads? Jo suddenly remembered the idle chatter from when she was in training. From when the parades were long, the days were hot, and the cadets had small bladders. She’d no problem making it through the ceremonies herself, but come to think of it, no doubt some of her squirming compatriots had come around with “protection”. Old habits die hard for them, huh? But her smug smirk was wiped off her face upon realizing that she still had a soiled DACT to change. To make it worse, she’d no change of either panties or another DACT within a mile of her. A sprint back to the huts was out of the question, and so was asking somebody for a pair. Even changing into the uniform would be a struggle. It was either running the risk of a wandering pilot seeing the soiled trunks, or the disgusting outhouse. Damned hell. She emerged three minutes and seven second later clad in the blue blouse and skirt aborning each ray of the sun and passing the heat onto brass buttons that would be untouchable in half an hour. Her head baked under the jauntily tilted cap, and her broad feet chafed in the too-narrow leather flats. At least the squadron shared in her irritation at Brigadier General Medina’s visit, and implicit bequest that they bake alive under the hot summer sun. With her focus drawn to absolutely nothing in the forever wait, Jo couldn’t help but become gradually aware of the slight twinge in her bladder. Too much water on the way back. She regretted forgoing using the outhouse while she changed, in reluctance to pulling down the soiled trunks without cleaning. But now there was nothing to do but hope the ceremony would be over soon. In due time, the jeep pulled onto the tarmac, the bugles played, and the flags were flown. A doddering man with salt-and-pepper hair walked with arrogant righteousness in front of the stoic soldiers, trying his best to find a fault to turn his nose up at. Half the squadron didn’t know his name and the other half regretted to have learned it, but none broke their stonefaced gaze as the crisply uniformed man went about his impossibly slow inspection. All the while Jo was sweating bullets into the smothering fabric, but noticed most of all the thick padding of her DACT that drenched her crotch in a heavy sweat. If she could feel no moisture earlier, she could certainly feel it now. She barked orders at her subordinates without her heart in it. Each marching step made it all the more obvious that there was a mess in the back of her underwear. Each passing second put more pressure on her already swollen bladder. All the while the sun’s rays sucked the life from each pilot in the squadron. Jo pirouetted on her heel to face the neat rows of blue, searching their expressions for any indication that her predicament had been noticed. But she found only faces of sculpted stone, betraying no sign of anything amiss, no glimmer of anybody who sharing her urgent need for relief. She set her eyes on curly-haired Liz, knowing full well that the sergeant had probably made use of her “parade pad”, and realized that any number of the ladies could have taken up Liz’s offer. Jo scowled. In the skies, those girls could hold their water no better than she; it was little wonder that they would need the protection just to get through this ceremony. But Jo had made sure they all knew that hell would freeze over before Major Simmons would think of doing the same. Cut the crap and scat, you old bastard! By now, her bladder’s howl had made even the heat seem bearable. She could hear each slow, dignified step of the old man behind her but dared not turn her head and break formation. Just a few more paces back to his jeep and this whole damned charade would finish, and everybody could go back to the cool mess hall. Her jaw clenched in anticipation. The old man was at her side now, still walking that pompous walk back towards the rickety jeep. Can he be any slower? He stopped and turned, in a pirouette that rivaled the Earth’s rotation in speed. “Major Simmons! Report to the base!” Jo almost wet herself right there and then. It took all her effort and then some to reign in her bladder from the jaws of defeat, and bark a grimaced “Yes, sir!”. Behind, her subordinates let out a collective sigh of relief at their dismissal. Damned to fucking hell! So close, but her battle had still more to be fought. The son of a bitch just wouldn’t let her catch a break today. Every step she took at Medina’s pace was a round of torture, threatening to let loose every last drop of pee from her bursting belly. She had no inkling of if she could make it to the base or not. Prayer and her whole body’s effort kept her at least dry throughout the endless trek. Grabbing the doorknob and being assailed with the blast of cold indoors air stole away her mind for a tenth of a second – all that was needed for a hot trickle of pee to escape into the padding below. The searing stream dropped her stomach, and it took Jo every fiber of her being to stop before she soaked herself. When the door closed behind the general, her face was red and new beads of sweat had appeared on her forehead. I’ll blame it on the heat. The general and his lieutenant sat her down in a spartan room adorned with only a faded map and chalkboard. Jo only just managed to stay dry in the motion of sitting on the black folding chair. Her legs were clenched tightly together, and her body leaned all the way on the metal seat’s edge. The folds of her skirt fell around her lap, covering even the obvious white cotton of the DACT from anybody’s view. Not that Jo had any mind to think about that, or even notice that she had set all her weight upon the mess that was still in the trunks. Medina’s pleasantries were torture. The thought of easing half her bladder into the trunks bounced in her mind, but Jo knew she was past the point where she could stop the torrent of urine that was sure to escape if she let go. Besides, she could not gauge how much more the trunks could hold after her first accident in the air. The fabric didn’t feel too wet, but in this position, the heavy padding was pulled away from her. She thought back to when she put the trunks on, how they hugged her figure almost like a pair of panties, and she wondered how much weight she had gained to make them fit like that. That feeling was gone now. “...and for the courageous service and great discipline of your squadron, it is my honor to offer every pilot a bonus of seven hundred dollars, effective today.” “Very good, General…” Shit. She shot a glance towards the old man’s lapel. “Gordon”. Saved- Her jubilation was cut short by the realization that in the brief moment, her bladder’s tenuous hold had finally given up. Her eyes widened as she felt the long torrent of urine escape her body and into the DACT, to be collected by padding that she could not feel against her. But in that moment she could spare no concentration towards that thought. The silence was hanging heavy. “I… shall inform my men”. The words came out in a slow, labored growl. All the while the long stream of hot piss was still pouring from crotch. She bit her tongue and cheeks to avoid turning red. General Gordon furrowed his brow. “Then I shall take my leave. Once again, I congratulate you and your men for your fight for God and our great country”. The words did not resonate with Jo at all. She had finally regained her continence, only to find that she had just about emptied herself into the DACT. Not even into – onto. She leaned back in her seat, and suddenly felt the consequences of her accident. The mortifying horror of feeling the warm wetness all over her rear, along the fabric of her trunks where pee would not be absorbed. There was the padding, held against her – this time, the trunks had swollen enough to again fit tightly against her body, only now the wetness was obvious. The DACT had failed her now, in the worst of all times. Her face wanted to burn a bright red but Jo had set herself to pretending that nothing had happened. The general and lieutenant seemingly noticed nothing as they stood up. She did not dare to look down and inspect her seat, for fear of drawing the officers’ eyes towards her crotch. Something to distract, quick! It would be Lucky Strikes to save her this time. “Want a cig?” Gordon turned his nose up. “Oh, I don’t smoke. The tastes revolts me”. His lieutenant said nothing. They began their shuffle out the door. Jo’s heart dropped and stood still as they shuffled past, without a word on their lips. Their eyes crawled past her, past her seat, and into the hallway. Only then did the dare to stand up and found in the shiny meat a liquid imprint in her seat. A brush to the back of her short skirt found a spot of wetness, but a glance down revealed nothing on the front. Salvation. Just as long as she stayed behind the duo. The walk to the jeep was longer than the walk from it. All the men had deserted the tarmac in the time she had been away, but her eyes could not stop darting around in a search for anybody that might notice her accident. Jo had never felt such joy at the sun’s beating heat, in her hope that the rays would be quick to dry up her pee. Even so, she dared not turn around from behind the general until their jeep had but disappeared into the distance. Only then could she set her racing mind towards what to do now. She wanted with all her heart to dash toward her hut, strip out of everything and forget this whole day, but suddenly remembered that little puddle of pee on the seat, that she would have to wipe away before anybody could string together what she had done in that meeting. With the thought of having to beat everybody there, Jo broke into a run, flats and all, but stopped abrupt upon feeling the extra motion work a hot trickle down her leg. She blushed a deep red as all the embarrassment flowed up and emptied into her chest, and resigned herself to a careful and deliberate walk back towards the scene of her accident. Past the glass doors, pass the blast of cold air. Jo scanned the hall quickly and found no sign of activity since she left. With little relief, she dashed into the ladies’ room, scampering for some paper to clean up with. The grimy room was deserted, and seemed to have been for quite a while. Only Jo’s hurried footsteps broke the silence as she hurried herself into a stall and shut the door behind her. A wad of toilet paper would have to do for cleanup. After stuffing the bundle of one-ply into her skirt pocket, Jo found the realization that even her accident from earlier had not fully emptied her. With the leaking DACT still on her mind, she didn’t hesitate to squat over the toilet and relieve herself, only to realize that she’d still no panties to change herself into. Son of a fucking bitch. Now, she was faced with putting the still-soiled trunks back on again or going commando for the walk back to the huts. It was an all too easy choice to make, but Jo’s face was still flushed a bright red as she cleaned herself up as best she could with the toilet paper. She turned to flush the toilet with the jug of blue liquid, and immediately found that she had no place to throw away her soiled DACT. No way the liquid was strong enough to dissolve the trunks, but Jo also had no intention leaving the stall and tossing it somewhere discreet. With resignation, she balled up the sodden padding and stuffed it into the small trash receptacle on the wall, finding that the canister couldn’t even close properly with evidence of her accident disposed of. It would have to do. I wasted to much time in there. Jo bounded down the empty hallways, her unclothed crotch be damned, on her way to the room where she’d wet herself. Mercifully, the room was empty. It was unimaginable to her that she could be so happy upon finding her own puddle of urine, but there it was – the proof that her accident had not been discovered. A quick wipe with the wad of toilet paper removed the evidence, and she was out the room in the blink of an eye, ready to send the last vestige of her accident into the septic tank. The bathroom was right down the hall; she walked briskly and with purpose towards it, almost running to be free of what she’d done. She was only a few steps away when it happened – the door to the bathroom suddenly swung open. Her heart leapt and her steps screeched to a halt; had she not been to the toilet earlier, the cocktail of relief and sudden surprise might have worked a few drops of urine straight onto the linoleum floor below. “Heya, Jo? What’cha doing here?” Liz! The last person Jo wanted to see. “Just finishing some… paperwork. From… my meeting.” She was suddenly aware of the clump of wet toilet paper she was holding, thankfully hidden behind her back. The girl giggled. “Oh? Hey, hey, is it bring your kid to work day? You won’t believe what somebody put in the garbage can! I found a baby’s diaper! A lady must’a changed their kid but she just dumped it right there! Hey, do we know which lady had a baby?” Jo’s heart stopped. “Oh… erm… strange….” Liz squinted, but her mouth didn’t stop. “Did’ja see anybody creepin’ around here?” “No…” “Oh, oh, was it you? Wait, before the parade… Hey, it wasn’t you wearing that, could it be?” “Q-quit it.” Jo grimaced at the waver in her voice betraying her forced stoic expression. She prayed that Liz wouldn’t notice. The young woman seemed none the wiser. “Aw, you’re breaking my heart! You can always tell me anything! See ya!” She did an exaggerated hop and pirouette and skipped out the door. Jo was finally left alone, fully commando, clutching a wad of toilet paper soaked with her own pee, and with a face once again completely flushed with humiliation. Fucking Liz… she’d… better keep her mouth shut. Edited July 13, 2020 by Present (see edit history)
Bonus chapter. Her jet touched down, shot full of holes and bleeding its last drops of fuel, at 1100. At 0130 she had been dragged from bed with hardly a spark of life. At 0215 she had been strapped into a bombers’ jumpseat and coaxed herself to sleep. Not thirty minutes later she was awake again. Over fourteen grueling hours, each one of her attempts at falling into deep sleep was shattered by the utterly deafening mechanical screams of the lumbering plane floundering and struggling in disagreeable air. By the time that sunlight first appeared through the array of windows, she was ready to brutalize the bombers’ moronic designers through the most painful means available, and had gained a newfound appreciation for the poor saps tasked with flying the pigs. She arrived in Virginia with hardly the strength to open her eyes, let alone the will to drag herself across an endless tarmac and up the steps of a rickety bus. The next few days were a blur of tedium, through which she had not spent a moment without being tired, cramped, hungry, or thirsty, all topped with a mind-numbing boredom punctuated only by the bus’s myriad creaks and groans. By the time she had stepped off the diamond-plate steps, she was drenched in sweat from the uncontested desert heat and hadn’t brushed her teeth in days. All that had been forgotten as soon as Major Jo Simmons sat herself behind the jet’s stick and sent it soaring into the California sky. It was a stunner from any angle on the ground, but that beauty paled in comparison to what could be experienced from inside the cockpit. Never had she experienced the raw, unbridled power of the two screaming turbojets, and harnessed so delicately. Even at Mach 1.5, the gleaming white jet still felt just like an extension of her limbs, urging her to push harder against the silver Lockheeds acting as her hapless targets. Their pilots, flying the same plane Jo had left behind in a French hangar, found their flanks utterly dominated by the new Canadian jets. Her radio chatter buzzed with cries of astonishment. The Avro Arrow’s prowess was plain to see for the civilian observers on the ground. Generals in crisp dress uniform chatted with bespectacled engineers beaming with pride at their accomplishment. Inside the tents men in suits were holding hushed conversations over untouched champagne, calculating on napkins the size of the slice they would ask to cut from the Treasury. Men in greasy coveralls milled about in the distance, chewing on their tobacco and heartily laughing at each others’ crude jokes. Hearty food on wooden tables and curvy cans of Coke sat alongside metal lunch pails. The scene was complete – save for, to Dr. Cynthia Bell’s dismay, a bathroom. Oh, just why must they forget these things!? She’d been pouring sweat off her back all morning but her bladder had filled nevertheless. Now she was on a frantic run to prevent herself from making her slacks as wet as her blouse. That gangly young man had kept her tied up in a droning conversation for far too long. Just why couldn’t he knock it off!? Her bladder had almost leaked a few times before she finally fled, and was then forced to bounce around the few unoccupied men asking for the outhouse. She hoped she hadn’t been too obvious with her desperation. Just why hadn’t I asked for it earlier!? The little shack beckoned her in the shimmering distance. It was still seemingly an eternity away, while with each passing second Cynthia felt just drops away from wetting herself right then and there. Running in her long coat was difficult and the heat was overbearing, but all she could think of was clamping down on her bladder between each hurried step. She pleaded for her bladder to hold its liquids now, for just one spurt could make her have an uncontrollable accident. Little did she know that already between every couple steps a few drops of pee were leaking past her control. A pair of cotton panties would have been long soaked by now. Cynthia was not wearing a pair of cotton panties. Her hours in the lab developing FSG’s Disposable Absorbent Containment Garment had found their way into keeping her pants dry every day. The padding she had designed almost instantly wicked away the warm wetness and quickly absorbed it into a light and thin gel core. Nobody, not even herself, would have to know about her little leakage woes. Just as she’d designed, she was be none the wiser to her bladder’s drips. Against all odds, Cynthia made it to the final stretch of her desperate struggle, helped by her bladders’ slight releases of pressure. Had all her clothes not been damp and heavy from sweat she might have noticed the wetness in her padding. But as she triumphantly strode toward the outhouses, in her mind, the underwear was but completely dry. I won’t have to change! She smiled at her improving control. Maybe one day she wouldn’t have to wear the DACT. Despite everything, it was still embarrassing to go around in – in a diaper. All the happiness was wiped from her mind when the tarnished brass doorknob in her hand clicked without turning. Locked!? NO! Her mind screamed silently as her heart sank, down, down, right into her bladder which spasmed in surprise. No! Not now! She gritted her teeth in pain and frustration as a long stream of pee began to pour out of her bladder. No! With all her might, she furiously twisted the useless, horrible doorknob, all the while feeling in horror as the wetness spread along her crotch. With a sudden bang, the latch let go, swinging the door open to reveal an empty outhouse. Cynthia almost gasped in surprise and yanked down her pants, underwear and all, to her knees, while just about throwing herself onto the toilet seat. The stream of pee hit the bowl with a torrential roar. She suddenly realized she’d left the door open. Worse, she’d forgotten to bring a change. Fourteen thousand feet above, where Jo Simmons was still enraptured by her delectable jet’s ballet, the hours of hydration were also getting to her. The spiderweb of belts and harnesses pressing against every surface of her body were not helping her tear her attention away from the call of nature, growing louder by the second. It was high time that she used the folded-up protection provided in her locker. And after thousands of hours in flights just like these and with the same article of protection, Jo had no trouble relieving herself while in the air. As her plane climbed up to the heavens away from the silver jets, the Major casually emptied her bladder into the DACT’s waiting padding. It was only after peeing for a few seconds that the warm wetness began to pool at her crotch, and just a few seconds after she’d finished, the sensation was gone again. Business as usual. She pushed her stick down to begin her dive – and noticed a streak of hot piss sneak onto her inner thigh. Crap! Waited too long. Jo blushed and shot a glance down to inspect her seat, and found nothing on her flightsuit. In the hot cockpit the wetness would dry in a second. Anyways, the DACT wouldn’t see any more use for today with landing coming up fast. She brought her gaze back to her controls and purged the little leak from her mind. Satisfying the congregation of furiously writing scientists behind clipboards was never Jo’s idea of a fun time, even when the eggheads had made a machine as magnificent as the Arrow. She made little effort to hide her impatience with the brainiacs’ thousands of stupid questions, hoping to rush through the revolving door of surveys as quickly as possible before the food ran out. Meanwhile, the grumbling pilots selected to pilot the old Lockheeds were already home free on buses taking them to pork ribs and coke. Lucky bastards. She’d lost count of how many old men and women had come up to her and hurriedly left after a few rapid-fire questions. There couldn’t be many more. She began to scan around the room, checking to make sure that all the other pilots were doing their part in rushing the debriefings so that the bus could leave. And there she saw it, talking to Luciano, a woman that she somehow recognized but couldn’t place. Her voice was somehow familiar as well. Who is she? “Engine trim control was all OK?” “Yeah.” I didn’t talk to her earlier... “And how about the throttles, no sticking?” “None.” I don’t think she’s been on base… “Any sticking on the joystick?” “Joystick? Oh – none.” Control stick. That’s right, I need to change… The realization hit Jo instantly. That was the woman behind her secret shipments. She was keeping up her end of the deal with those green boxes full of the DACTs that Jo wore into combat. The same ones that she’d put on this morning… and had leaked on me. And it was far from the first time that a DACT had failed Jo. Especially in the recent few months. I’ve been fixing to talk to her for a long time. She breezed through what few questions she had left to answer without taking her eyes off the lady. Once the man was done, she practically pushed him aside, and marched right to Luciano while he rattled off his own last few answers. “Ready to go, Simmons?” “Luciano – I’ve got to fix a problem. Tell the driver I won’t be coming.” “Aw, shucks. I’ll save you a rib.” He turned and strode off, leaving Jo facing the lady. She looked up from her clipboard. “Can I help you?” Any doubts in Jo’s mind were erased when just as the lady finished her sentence, her eyes lit and she flinched heavily. She turned back towards her clipboard without saying a word, but there was an unmistakable tinge on her face. I found her. “I gotta talk. In the hangar. Follow me.” “Is… something the matter, Major?” Her voice was shaky. “Your name?” “Cynthia… Bell”. So that’s her name. “I’d almost forgotten.” Miss Bell did not respond. That was alright for Jo, who led the rest of the wordless walk back into the hangar. She entered the changing rooms and found the lights already out without any sign of life remaining. There was nobody but herself and Cynthia. It’ll do. She flicked the lights on. “Good that you kept up my deal.” “Oh… you’re, you’re very welcome….Major Simmons. Not… not a soul knows”. Jo didn’t wait for her to finish. “There’s an issue with my equipment.” “There… there what?” Miss Bell’s voice was wavering. “Cut the crap. Leaks…I have more to clean. Something’s wrong. What happened?” “I… I really… I don’t…” Jo groaned and creased her eyes in frustration. “You’re in charge! What the hell are you doing!” She yelled it right into Cynthia Bell’s face and slammed the locker behind her with a bang. It’ll rattle her.
Before going into the story, I said something because I am not European. I'm not very good at grammar, so some parts or some words may be wrong. I'm sorry  Chapter 1: female doctor "Ahh I…It l… little Ahh! co..coming o..out "  I say while both hands pressed on my pussy. " M…. Me...t...too Ahh! "  The nurse responded by squatting the floor and using the heels to push her pussy. If you ask how we are in this situation? Probably have to go back 1 hour ago. Oh, I forgot to introduce myself.  I Rune 25 year old special tutor about water magic Able to control various water Even the urine in the body but in the last few days, I have had bladder problems. Tend to leak while I teach it is very problematic for sexy people like me. I decided to take a one-day teaching leave in order to treat this condition at a hospital affiliated with the school I taught. The queue for the sick people is quite a bit today, so it's up to my queue quickly. "Invited Ms.Rune  to see a doctor now "  After I went to the room as one nurse announced in that room, it was a normal room. There was a female doctor wearing a dress with a pink skirt and a nurse's robe covered with long blonde hair as old as me. " Ms.Rune right? Nice to meet you. I doctor Angeliga you can call me angel do you have any problems? "  I told my symptoms to the doctor. " Okay, maybe you will have to test it for me a bit so I can correctly diagnose what it is. " Then angel take one pill.It is a diuretic with the conditions of this experiment. " You must take this medicine and hold it for as long as possible and do not use magic at this time." " O… Okay " I accepted the condition easily, but I didn't let my dress get wet in front of a female doctor who challenged me that easily. " But you have to take that medicine with me because it's embarrassing when pissing in front of people of the same age."  Angel was a little surprised to hear the condition I was telling and say  " Okay I've never met the person I tried and challenged me before. Well, I accept."  And she took another diuretic and took it with me after taking the medicine, the two of us talked about various things, whether it was my dress, which was put on a white shirt and a short skirt Favorite food and more, even underwear that are worn today The experiment passed for 15 minutes.  bladder began to pressure, causing me to start moving my legs a little and angel began to ask " How do you feel now"  " Feeling like going to a little girl's ro.. Ahh!" I feel my pee being leaking I touched my finger on my skirt. It was dry but my floral underwear felt a little damp Half an hour after taking a diuretic, I began to cross my legs now and angel asked " D… Do you h.. have anything w… wrong? " Angel asked very closely. Now she began to cross her legs at certain times " I.. I… Ah!!" I felt the peeing that was plunging into my underwear. Felt that if I had spoken it there would be a leak " Y… You can not s… speak while holding p… pee. Okay. "  " I have to p.. pee or not " After the angel had finished speaking, she reached for the door lock, but " The door d… doesn't move."  " W… What..  Ah! " I exclaimed that I forgot what I should do now that I shouldn't say anything  " No, m….my pants "Angel spoke while her posture was in a standing position, squeezing her legs and hands in her pussy. After about 20 minutes, after that Right now, I and Angel can't move their bodies, otherwise Pee will come out. " No… My pants are g… getting wet " Angel complains and discusses her dress, revealing a sexy pink g-string to keep her dress wet from peeing I myself should do as the angel does, but my tight skirt is afraid that if I get up, it will touch my bladder and it will be wasted so I had to use my sphincter and all my strength to hold onto it and the time has passed, to the present that I and the angel have reached the limit we can not hold back any longer "Ahh I…It l… little Ahh! co..coming o..out Ahhh!" " M…. Me...t...too Ahh! " " I… I w… won't Ahhhhh! "  I used my best strength to pull my underwear down, but " ahhhhhhhhhhhhh! "  my body stopped because of the cramps And Pee finally comes out " No, not now. Let me pull on my pa… " Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Pee tried to warn her of what she was facing my pee came out so long that I had pissed  " arrrr it won't stop " angel that saw me pissed on and tried not to look but But my pee sound makes she anxious And my pee has run out of time since I pee out about 69 seconds " *Sob* *Sob* "  I was crying as I was 25 years old but I pissed like a child who had never been to the bathroom and  angel came to comfort me " Never mind rune"  I feel good, but I noticed that you comforted me when your pee was pouring out " I don't care about my dress. Now I want you to know that you now have another person who is in the same situation. "  After the incident, angelica and I changed clothes at the same time and revealed each other's sexy naked bodies And both decided to exchange pee wet underwear to show their friendship " Hope to see you again " " I hope so" End Chapter
Chapter 2 : In homeroom The next day, after the incident with me and angelica I returned to my own room with Angel's wet g-string. It's a very sexy underwear for me. I slept in my bed without eating dinner because that accident made me tired. Another awareness was the next morning. I look at the clock 7.50 am I have taught at 8.30 am ( Oh! It too Late! ) I hurriedly got out of bed, dressed in a white dress, didn't have time to go to the bathroom. I drank iced tea and picked up the bread I prepared in the fridge, locked the room and used the magic broom to go to school as quickly as possible. I arrived at school and looked at the clock Now, at 8.20 am, there's no time to stop anywhere. I hurriedly stepped my foot to the room. I entered the classroom and saw my students sitting at their desks. “ Everyone respects Miss. ” She is the leader of the room called Reyko. “ Hello Miss Rune ” “ Hello everyone.Today, what I will teach you is to move water into another container. ” “ Everyone, the rule of transferring water to other containers is that they are the same type. For example, these two bottles. ” I took two bottles and put them on the table first bottle has full water, but the other doesn't have water. I used my finger on a bottle with water and then touched a bottle without water. From then, the water from the first bottle gradually decreased and the second bottle began to gradually increase water. “ This is the first rule of moving water to other containers. ” “ And the second ru….. ” “ S...sorry miss ” One student raised his hand. Her name is sadako  She stood up with her legs clasped and said “ C...can I go to the bathroom, Miss? ” “ Okay, sadako san came to me first and I asked whoever came.  ” “ Me Please / Me Please ”  Another student raised her hand named Maya but there was another student who raised their hands too she is Reyko “ Ok both of them come together ” Both reyko and maya come to me “ This is the second rule of transferring water to other containers is to move water from one body to another such as moving the urine, using your finger to touch the water, should touch the server as close to the urine as possible  ” Then I touched my sadako's pelvis and then touched the reyko and maya's pelvis at the same time. “ I don't feel like pee anymore ” “ Ahhh! / Ahh! ” “ I feel the growing urinating urine. ” “ M...Me too ” “ During the first phase of the urination, the person receiving the bladder will feel severe pressure. ” “ This rule has the following conditions :  1. Pee moved will be divided equally. 2. Cannot move water in one's own body to others  And 3 ..... ” I stopped talking for a moment because of the third condition. “ Miss? ” “ The third condition is related to moving water in each body. Will be given a status as well. Everyone's bladder will become weaker in half, including those who move ” “ W…..What! ” " h… how many minutes does this status take effect? MISS! "  " The timing of this status is uncertain, sometimes only 10 minutes. At the worst, it was an hour. "  Fortunately, there are fewer than ten people in each classroom, so it's easy to control and my room only has 4 people including me “ Anyway, we have to endure until this status disappears. ” “ Okay ” Everyone decides to continue their studies regardless of their status. The study continued until 10 minutes had passed. The effect of iced tea was working. My bladder started to increase, but I decided to continue teaching. Even though I tried to do as the angels said, try not to Hold back too much  5 minutes later, the status still remains. I can not teach peacefully. My legs are shorter, more intense and for a while, everyone started to get up and say. “ M….Miss It….coming ou…. AHHhhhhhhhhh! ” “ M….me….Me….too  Ahh! ” “ Ha…..ha…..Ha…...ha  ” “ I understand that the bathroom door will be locked until it's time to rest. I reached the limit to…….. Ahhh! ” My floral underwear was supporting my pee until now it was damp and could no longer be supported. “ How many minutes left to rest? ” “ 20 minutes remaining ” “ 2...20 minutes! Do I have to wait until then? ” After 5 minutes, everyone's pee can crack at any time. Me and my students can't move at this time. Now I'm trying to discuss my dress so that my dress is as wet as possible, at least as wet as my underwear. Everyone saw what I was going to do and would follow. Maya slowly got up to release the short jeans but " NO! NO! No! Not now ahhhh! "  PPPPPPPPPPSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!  Maya's urine came out as soon as she got up piss sounds make me and everyone in the room sensitive. And the next lucky person is……  " Miss, I can't hold it anymore and will coming out . Ahhh! "  Sadako squatting and spewing her white underwear and….  PPPPPPPPPPPSSSSSSSSSSSShhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!  Maya released her urine in front of me and reyko it made me more nervous, but when I turned to look at the classroom leader, it surprised me " Ah, it feel good" At the bottom of the reyko, there are wet patches and puddles appearing, probably occurring with the sadako's pee. I use my last strength to wait for the rest. And the time has passed and only 2 minutes is time to rest " Hold it Miss! "  " Yes Miss! you can do it"  " Do not give up Miss Rune "  Everyone encouraged me with all my might  " ha… Ha...ha" I can't speak words Grit my teeth and tighten all the muscles to prevent urination. Suddenly *Ding* *Dong* *Ding* *Dong* The sound of heaven rang through the room with me that stood still and " No not at time ahhhhhh! " Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh!  My urine burst out, soaking up my dress. " Miss! "  My urine came out for a minute and a half and didn't seem to stop. Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! " AHhhhhhh! "  " It.. It won't stop "   urine was depleted a minute later And my students and I decided to remove the lower part so that everyone's genitals could be seen.(Because everyone is all women)  " \\\\\, It very embarrassing.///// "  Maya takes off her jeans and pink panties, revealing her pussy " \\\ Why did I have to encounter such an event? *Sob* *Sob*/// "  Reyko cried while taking off her white pants and striped leggings.Reyko's cute genitals make me feel even though I'm a girl “ \\\\\\Why do I have to take off my clothes? My skirt isn't wet, Miss. ////// ” Sadako although not wet the underwear, but if that gives sadako a little advantage because she will see the pussy of my friends in the room as well, but we will not see her pussy. Sadako therefore needs to take off the skirt. And the white underwear down “ To do this, everyone will be equal. ” But even I say that, it's quite unfair for me. Because my dress is a white dress So I had to take off my dress and underwear and most importantly, I didn't wear a bra today. Making everyone see my whole body, pussy, butt, even my big breasts “  If comparing the embarrassment of Miss Rune, our embarrassment is a little bit.  ” “ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr/////////////////////////////  I don't dare to teach now.” I covered my face because I didn't want my students to see me in this condition. And bring each others underwear with my magic and then hang it by the window After they were dry, everyone hurried to dress up and departed home. next chapter : “ Why do we dream about the same thing?” “Too bad, rune In this dream, there was no bathroom anywhere.” “ Mommy I can't hold it” " We should pee in this room. "
No Time Hilary looked at her iPad as she walked up the long path to the next house. She sighed to see she was still nowhere near target and would have another long shift. Being paid per meter reading was great in an area where many were home all day, sheltered housing, council housing estates and the likes, but here in a huge new built area where everyone was out at work it meant a long day trying to reach target.  In didn’t help that today was Friday and therefore Hilary couldn’t just call it a day and hope to catch up tomorrow. She still had 45 meter readings to do and she just had to keep on working until she had them. If only electric meters were outside like gas ones she would be fine but, of course, they had to be inside and she needed entry to another 45 houses before she could finish.  Dressed in smart uniform of company navy trousers, a blouse with company logo, a suit jacket and flat black shoes and carrying a company iPad over her shoulders with an ID lanyard round her neck, Hilary was certainly feeling the heat. She walked back to her car and moved along to the next crescent full of detached and semi-detached new houses. Checking the time she took 15 minutes to eat a pre-packed sandwich, an apple and to drink a bottle of water. It was 12:30 and if she wanted to finish by dinner time she couldn’t break for long especially as she’d so far only managed to get ten households in and therefore just ten readings.  Hot and tired she removed her suit jacket and left it in the car and headed out to start the next street.  40 minutes later she returned to the car to move it again having only managed to get four more readings. The large sprawling new area was split into six areas by different builders and Hilary started her engine, drove around the area she had just walked round and moved into the area across the way to try there. Needing the toilet slightly she hoped to at least find a few more people home this side. Before getting out she checked her postcode allocation hoping there might even be a small area of rented houses somewhere that might speed her up but alas her only allocation was the new build area. The afternoon heat was giving her a slight headache so Hilary opened another bottle of cold water from her in-car cooler and drank most of it before getting out the car. Her long hair was wet at the neck with the heat and not for the first time Hilary wished the company would allow hats on hot days.  Every house here was detached again but at least the driveways were shorter and within half an hour Hilary had managed to get to 15 doors, though only managing to read 2 more meters. What was even more annoying was her growing need for a bathroom. Normally Hilary would drive to a nearby supermarket or petrol station and use the facilities there but with so many readings short if she wanted home for dinner there just wouldn’t be time, not at the rate she was getting doors answered today anyway. She tried ignoring her bladder but with so few doors being answered that wasn’t easy.  Finally she got a homeowner in and read another meter! But she still needed 39 more and it wasn’t looking hopeful. She looked back at her car and decided to walk round to the next street and not bother moving the car this time. The streets here had wide driveways and little space between houses so finding a place to park without blocking access would be difficult and with so many meters still to read every minute counted.  Hilary could feel her bladder filling as she rang the next bell. She moved slightly from foot to foot subconsciously as her mind preoccupied itself with her growing need. Having waited a few minutes and seeing no vehicles in the drive again she reluctantly moved on. The next house was the same. The next the same again. What a frustrating afternoon! Finally Hilary had two houses in a row with someone home but by now bending over to read electric meters was pressing against her bladder increasing her need.  By half way along the long street Hilary was finding things increasingly difficult. Standing still waiting for doors to be answered was not happening much at all and to make matters worse she was getting further and further away from her car. Ringing the bell at number 61 Hilary could think of nothing else apart from how much she wished she could spare the time to pee. When an older gentleman answered the door unexpectedly Hilary jumped and crossed her legs. As if to make matters worse just inside the door Hilary could see a small downstairs toilet door open and she had to look away. How she longed to be able to just ask to use the bathroom but the risk the gentleman might report her and she would lose her job was too much.  Hilary showed her lanyard to the gentleman and told him what she was there for. ‘Of course! Come in! The cupboard is just here next to the toilet.’ Hilary wished he wouldn’t say that word. Just the word sent a spasm from her bladder and she crossed her legs again as she bent over to read the meter.  ‘Is it ok if I access your gas one now?’  ‘Yes, of course! It’s out the back. Just follow me.’  Hilary followed behind moving constantly as she did. Seeing a toilet right beside her had intensified her need so much but she really had no time to go. She quickly read the meter and thanked the man as she inputted the details onto the iPad. Walking back through the house she glanced longingly at the open toilet again wishing she had the time to find somewhere to go. As the older gentleman closed his front door Hilary bounced on her feet trying not to pee dance in a public street but bursting to go.   Spurred on by finally getting someone home Hilary rang the next bell standing with one leg in front of the other, subtly rocking back and forth while she waited. Amazingly it was answered too and Hilary flustered over her words with trying to hold her bladder and the unexpected answer. Again she was invited in by an older lady and as before the house also had a toilet just by the electric meter though this one was closed. Just the sign ‘toilet’ on the door though made Hilary cringe as she longed to be able to use it. She read both meters promptly and walked out anxious not to show how close she was to having an accident.  Now incredibly keen to use a toilet, but aware she still had so many readings to do and no time to go, Hilary decided to cross the road and at least head back to her own car. It seemed a tiny dot in the distance with so many houses and so much time before she would get there. She rang the first door bell on the other side pressing her thighs tight together as she did. Like so many before there was no answer and Hilary hobbled to the next house. She curled her toes in her shoes as she tensed all over as she yet again rang another bell and yet again had no answer.  Sweating and worried Hilary looked down the street to her car then checked the screen on her company iPad trying to work out what to do. Even without trying any more doors she was no longer sure her bladder could hold back until she reached her car, got in and drove somewhere with an open bathroom. Time wasn’t on her side at all. She decided to try one last door and then head back to her car.  She walked down the wide empty driveway and rang the bell as usual, stepping from foot to foot and bringing one leg up behind her. It was now almost 4pm and she’d been holding her bladder for hours with no time to go. Checking no-one was looking she hid a hand behind her iPad and gave herself a tight squeeze. It helped but as soon as she removed her hand her need to pee intensified greatly. Unfortunately for Hilary it was another time with no-one home and she decided that she just couldn’t afford to wait any longer so headed back towards her car.  Just then Hilary’s company phone rang and whilst briskly walking down the road Hilary answered. She tried to hide her moans and struggle but her intuitive boss must have picked something up.  ‘Are you ok there Hilary?’  ‘Y....yes...it’s just....it’s just I haven’t managed to get enough people home and....’  ‘Is it the postcode? That’s the new build estate you are in isn’t it?’  ‘Yes...just so few home during the day...been here all day....sorry one second...’  Hilary stopped to once again grab herself, now not even bothered if anyone saw. She just had to get into her car quickly and get to a toilet. She had to!  ‘Listen Hilary you are one of our best workers. You have a proven history and this isn’t your fault. I was thinking how about I ignore your targets this week and adjust your hours next week. I was thinking that area might be better to do at night? How would you feel about starting much later next week and working through to 8pm? I’ll make it worth your while with a bonus as we need to try and get more accurate readings for that area. What do you think?’  Hilary wanted to cry, partly with relief at the thought of her target being reduced and party because her bladder was about to burst. She put her key into the door of her car and climbed in the drivers seat as her boss waited for a reply. ‘Yeah. I think...I think that’ll be fine.’  In the car Hilary immediately put both hands between her legs and kneaded her vagina in utter desperation. She tried to hide her moans but couldn’t help taking a deep intake of breath as she felt another strong surge from her bladder for release.  ‘Hilary? Hilary? Are you definitely ok there?’  ‘Mmmmm....yeah....it’s...it’s been a very long day.’  ‘Hilary you need to look after yourself. Finish up for today and go home. Don’t worry about the time or your targets. I’ll sort that for you. You’ve done your best and some days just don’t go to plan. Ok?’  Hilary put her keys in the ignition as she tried to get comfortable enough to drive, her eyes filling with tears. With her bottom firmly pressed back as far as she could in the seat, her thighs tightly squeezed and her bum cheeks clenched she hung her mobile on its stand and indicated to move out. Unaware she still hadn’t hung up and neither had her boss she let out a whimper as a long spurt of urine squirted out into her underwear.  ‘No....please no....’  ‘Hilary are you ok? Talk to me...’  ‘I’m ok.I’ve had an accident but I’m ok.’  ‘Hilary? Hilary? Do you need me to come pick you up? Is the car ok? What happened? Do you want me to call the police?’  Hilary whimpered more as she grabbed fruitlessly between her legs with one hand as urine surged out of her running down her legs, dripping off the seat and soaking her trousers completely.  ‘No! No! The car is fine. I am....ok...it wasn’t the car...sorry need to go. Have to drive. Next week will be fine. Thanks!’  Hilary pressed to hang up the phone, her eyes crying with sheer relief. Next week she would be much more prepared and she’d MAKE time to pee regardless of any targets. For now she just needed home and sorted and to have a much needed coffee.
I was in the need to satisfy my fetish. Desperation and girls peeing hard. And I didn't want to go to a bar just to stare at the ladies' room all day in the hope of seeing a desperate girl or two. So I did the better thing, in my opinion. Called an escort over. I found her on Craigslist. She had put up the post at 4pm saying that she was currently working as a nurse and would be free for outcall services after 6 pm. I replied to her post and got her number. Here's how the texting went: Start at 4:33 pm: Me: Hey babe, I replied to your Craigslist post. Do you want to come over after you finish your shift? She: Sure. Where do you live? Me: <writes address> She: That's not too far She: I get off at 6. Can be there at 620 Me: Great. Can I make a request? She: ok Me: Can you be desperate to pee when you come? <I crossed my fingers, a lot of girls get turned away at this> She: lol sure Me: can you be really desperate? like dying to pee? She: well i kinda need to go now Me: Can you hold it till 620? She: um okay.. i can try Me: Please do try. i want to see you desperate to pee <After a while, around 5pm> Me: you there? She: yup Me: how do you feel? She: i need to go! Me: cmon, just another hour She: ya but i haven't peed since lunch Me: when was that? She: 1230 <i was pretty hard at this point> Me: It's just been 4 and a half hours Me: cmon you're a big girl. you can hold it. She: hang on babe <another 30 minutes pass> She: hey babe Me: did you pee? She: naah i was called She: im at work Me: okay Me: how bad is your pee? She: i gotta go Me: can you old it Me: PLEASE Me: *hold She: okay. can you tip me? <we agreed upon a tip> Me: okay keep holding it. See you soon! <at 6 pm> Me: sup babe? <5 mins later> She: just got off She: On my way now Me: hows your blader? She: full lol Me: how full? She: very. Feel like im gona burst babe <my penis was also feeling like bursting> Me: okay get here fast and call me <15 mins later> She calls me asking for parking. I go down, trying to conceal the bulge in my pants and direct her to a parking spot. She parks and emerges from the car. She has East Asian features, looks Filipina. Not particularly hot, but not at all bad looking either. She is of decent height, maybe 5 and a half feet, and decent sized thighs which I notice because she is wearing pretty revealing shorts (obviously changed from her nurse uniform). Her skin is orange-ish brown and she is wearing dark red lipstick. Her top is red in color. Her name is Mimi. We look at each other's bodies for a split second in anticipation of the upcoming physical intimacy. Then she holds my hand and allows herself to be steered towards my house. Me: Need to pee Mimi? Mimi: Yes babe, really bad. Me: How long can you hold it? Mimi: I really have to go babe. <She pouts> I'm holding it for 2 hours. We enter my house and I shut the door and rub my hand over her bladder. She oohs. Then I unzip her shorts and take it off to reveal blue panties. Coincidentally they are the same color as my underwear, which I also reveal, barely concealing my erect manhood within. She grins and rubs her hand over my penis from top of my underwear. Now I grin and take off her top and bra. Soon her panties follow, along with my T-shirt and underwear. We stand there smiling at each other, me with my penis at 90 degrees from my body, unshackled from the confines of my underwear at last, and she with her nicely shaped breasts and sparse triangle of pubic hair hiding a bulging bladder. I look at her pubic area. Me: Your bladder doesn't look too big Mimi. Sure you need to pee? Mimi: Yes babe. Can I go now? She crosses her legs. That's sexy. Me: Why don't you drinks some water first? Mimi: Mmmph, I need to pee baby. Please! Me: I'll double your tip if you drink a full glass of water and wait for another 10 minutes. She agrees. I give her the glass of water and she sips it slowly holding the glass with her right hand, keeping legs crossed. Crossed legs is a huge turn on for me. Even though guys also do it, I think it is more of a feminine thing. I love imagining their tortured abdomens with bursting bladders, the urethra leading up to the pee hole opening and how that's forcibly clamped shut by shapely thighs holding back the impending deluge. Salivating! Mimi finishes the glass of water. I start a timer for 10 minutes. We start talking about the weather. Yeah, seriously. She tells me how it's cold today and that's making her pee more. I close the window to make her more comfortable. I don't want her to pee herself all that quickly, and I know how feeling cold induces bladder release. Me: Have you ever been this desperate before? Mimi: Nope. I've been desperate on road trips, but not this bad. <She pointedly stares at my erection, which now regains its full size after having deflated slightly during the time she was drinking> Me: Ever peed outside on a road trip? Mimi: No babe, I don't pee outside. It's disgusting. Me: What if you're desperate? Mimi: There's always a toilet. Me: But you're a girl. You guys have to find a proper toilet, not just anywhere. Mimi: Ya. Always found one.  Me: Do you envy guys for being able to pee anywhere? Mimi: Not really. I can't imagine having that huge thing in my pants. For some reason her last statement really turns me on. My penis seems to have a mind of its own, increasing its defiance in the way it stiffens even more. I feel I might cum if this goes on. So I try to stop thinking about her for a while, excusing me to check the 10-minute timer. The minutes tick by and we make small talk. Mimi seems to be holding it quite well. I start to doubt if she's really that desperate. But with a minute remaining, she begins to walk back and forth. Her ass wiggles as she walks. She has a tattoo on her back. Some weird pattern, looks like a sword had a baby with a machete. She then puts both her hands on her crotch with an 'Oh' sound of a whimper. I begin to jiggle on my feet to block the impending cum. Just a few more seconds left. Mimi: Can I pee now? The timer showed 9:36, but I yielded. Me: Yup. She runs to the restroom, opens it to find it's a walk in-closet, lol. She exclaims 'Oh my god', opens the other door and finds the bathroom. Me: I want to see your pee! Can you hover over the bowl? She obliges, remains in a half standing position and the pee rips out from her hole. She 'oohs' and 'aahs' as the stream thickens, I don't think I have ever such a thick stream of pee! It clatters against the water in the toilet bowl making a racket so loud I feel the neighbors can hear. She 'oohs' again as the pee keeps on coming, I feel as if her pee hole is going to rip from the effort and spew its contents all over my bathroom. 'Oh god' she exclaims, as her stomach makes a gurgling noise. Still the pee keeps coming. She starts to smile from the sheer joy and relief of letting it all go. After what feels like a minute and surely more than a liter of pee, the stream dies down. She jerks her pussy downward to expel the last drops, then wipes herself off with some toilet paper. Me: Hurry up and let's get to the bed. I can't hold my cum much longer! She follows me to the bed, still sighing in relief. I lay down and she starts massaging my dick. It doesn't take too long. In about 30 seconds the white stuff rushes out as I cum over her hand. She smiles and looks at me. I smile back through half-closed eyes. We clean up and talk a bit more before she leaves. I hope I can call her again some day :-)
The Customers come first Commission from holdinginpee . Almost running down the street Michelle was cursing her broken Alarm, checking her watch she was only a couple of minutes late this time. Although as she felt her phone buzz in her pocket once again and going off the texts she hadn’t opened from her boss, she probably wasn’t going to be a good mood today. Rounding the corner of the building she slowed to a brisk walk, not wanting it to be too obvious how late she was. Looking around she could only see one other person, a blonde girl who seemed to be nervously waiting at the bust stop. The city centre unusually quiet this morning, but the sounds of not so distant road works still made it feel like normal. “You’re late” A shout rang out as Michelle pushed open the large mirrored doors. “Sorry, there was some construction or something. The bus was stuck in traffic.” She mumbled slightly, knowing it wouldn’t probably help. “No Excuses Michelle, team meeting in the staff room now!” “Can I just….” “No, everyone is waiting” Her boss said sternly. Walking in Michelle could see she was the last one to arrive, the others already disrobed and standing around naked. It was still odd to witness even after 8 months of working at Al Demur’s. She hadn’t even known this place existed until her friend Sophie had told her about it. The adult only establishment that was clearly a Hooters clone, just with less clothing. The exclusively female staff came in all shapes, sizes and skin tones and was known for waiting on the customers in the nude, it could be a little demeaning at times but the pay was just too good to turn down. “Hey Michelle” A voice greeted her. Turning around Michelle could see Ellie struggling to fasten the small apron around her back. The thin and clearly too small to be functional design not hiding anything, but apparently it cleared the food hygiene regulations. In some ways she felt a little Jealous of the three of four girls that got to wear them, although from her understanding the pay wasn’t as good. “What’s up with Sandra?” Michelle asked her friend, walking behind her to help tie the thin strip of fabric behind her back. “Thanks. No idea, just know she called this emergency meeting this morning. Didn’t you get your text’s from her?” The shorter girl asking. “I…uh, may have ignored them. I thought she was just going to be complaining about me being late again.” Michelle responded, finishing tying up the bow for her friend. “Yeah well she probably was. you really should be more careful with that. You know how strict she can be, its just a good job you bring in a lot of tips.” Ellie said as Michelle started to strip out of her clothes for her shift. Her dark skin, long shinning hair and toned athletes’ body being revealed slowly. When she had gotten accepted into university she had never thought she would end up working somewhere like this, but at least her hard work on the track was paying for it in more than one way. “Can I have your attention please girls” their boss Sandra shouted unnecessarily loudly for the small room they were in, the group of a dozen or so women turning to look at her. “So I have some bad news, there is a burst water main on the High-street and while repairs are ongoing, we do not have any water since the whole area has been turned off.” A series of murmurs went through the crowd, how could they open without water to offer customers, or clean anything. “Now, luckily I managed to get a large supply of water from the Wholesaler this morning which has just been delivered. So we have plenty to offer guests should they need it and for you guys as well. Also, as some of you will know the system for our washing stations run off its own water supply, it should contain enough to last the day but please take care not to waste any.” She said, her eyes scanning the group, staring intently at each of them. “Unfortunately, this lack of water does affect our toilets and coffee machine, but I don’t think we should have a problem. We have instant coffee that we can serve by filling the hot water machine manually with bottled water.” “What about the toilets, where do we go?” A voice asked nervously. Michelle recognised that voice as her friend Sophie, she didn’t know she was working this shift. Maybe she had switched with someone, something she might regret doing if the toilets were out. She was well known for being a frequent peer, the short black haired woman seemingly cursed with a small bladder. Normally it wouldn’t be too much of an issue, Michelle had many times covered for her tattooed friend as she dashed to the ladies room. But she had a feeling today wouldn’t be that easy. “I was getting to that” Sandra said, a displeased look on her face from being interrupted. “Now im afraid, there are no facilities available to use here, and all the other businesses around us are also closed for the day. So you are just going to have to hold it.” “For the whole day?” Sophie asked nervously. “Yes. And on that note, the customers. Since we are an establishment that has a liquor licence we must legally offer our patrons the use of facilities or be shut down. As such, I also spent the morning acquiring these to help in that matter” Sandra said, holding up a number of clear plastic tubes. “These are Catheters…” “You can’t be serious” Michelle couldn’t help but blurt out at the absurdity of what her boss was suggesting. “I am very much serious Michelle. You all know how much we have been struggling to draw in customers these days, this is the perfect chance to do just that. With all of the others establishments closed we are sure to pick up any stragglers and im sure once they experience our wonderful hospitality they will be back.” “So, we aren’t able to pee ourselves and you want us to let the customers relieve themselves in us?” Another of the waitresses asked in a similarly shocked tone. “Exactly” Sandra said, clearly not picking up on the disbelief of the previous statement. “You can’t be serious” Sophie said, repeating Michelle’s earlier sentiment. “Look, I know this is a little unusual. But I really think this will be good for us, and to that end and as a show of good faith I am offering triple overtime to you all.” A number of the women exchanged glances with that last comment, that was a lot of money for one days work. Their already generous pay check becoming absurdly large with that bonus, they could be making what someone on a minimum wage made in a month, just by holding their pee for 10 hours. They could do that right, it wouldn’t be too bad? At that moment their worry an inhibitions about such a strange things were almost instantly overcome by thoughts of new cars or holidays. “Well I’m in.” a voice interrupted their day dreams, it was Lola. The petite brunette picking up her notepad and seemingly getting ready for the day, unaffected by the odd bathroom measures. But it was no surprise to any of them that she would be the most comfortable with this, despite her tiny stature she never seemed to need to pee while guzzling down bottle after bottle of water. Michelle had found herself gagging for a bathroom break on only her second day of work, it was Lola that had covered for her at the time. Quickly refusing when she offered to repay the favour, even claiming that she only ever used the toilet at her home. A claim that Michelle had doubted at the time but she hadn’t been proven wrong yet, although she was sure today would test that. “One last thing, if any of you dare to pee yourselves or someone at the table you are working does It’ll be coming out of your wages, and you can kiss the overtime goodbye too.” Sandra finished, obviously pleased as a couple of worried glasses were exchanged between the waitresses. But with the first person agreeing, it seemed the others felt more assured and quickly followed suit. All but Michelle and Sophie had now left to get back to work. “Are you…are you going to do this too?” Sophie asked nervously. “Yeah, I mean with my college fees this could really help.” “Yeah, Im behind on my rent, I just…I don’t know if I will be able to last the full day without peeing.” Sophie said, blushing deeply. It was no secret she peed frequently, but it was still embarrassing to admit as much. “Look, if it gets too much im sure we can find some way of helping. I mean we can all share it out between us right?.” Michelle responded, although she herself wasn’t too keen on the idea of holding her pee all day. She considered herself to have a pretty large bladder but she couldn’t imagine what it was going to be like later. “Ok. Thanks Michelle.” Walking back out into the main room she could see Sandra unlocking the main doors. The young blonde woman she noticed earlier still stood outside, looking towards to road as an older gentleman walking into the place past her. “You alright Rob, you want the regular?” Michelle asked. “Yes please darlin, two…” “Two sugars, dash of milk and a slice of Apple pie with no cream” She finished his order, smiling at the familiarity. Chuckling slightly he grabbed a stool at the counter, “Look, by the time you get to my age you know what you like” “You ok with instant coffee, machine’s out today?” “Oh yeah, its all the same to me. But if you need someone to come have a look at it, I can call my son and ask him to have a look?” “Ah, no it’s the water main in the street. Machine is fine.” Michelle said smiling again, Rob was definitely her favourite customer. Never ogling her or the others or making comments, he just seemed to act as if it was a regular café, not one filled with beautiful naked women. She had asked him about it once, but he just made some joke about giving his heart a work out to make sure it keeps ticking. “Here you go” Michelle said, sitting down the slightly larger than average slice of pie and the steaming cup of coffee. Hearing the bell above the door ding she looked up to see the young blonde girl walking in, choosing a booth near the large windows facing the road. Looking around Michelle could see a number of other waitresses standing around nervously. Clearly the ultimatum of losing the overtime was making them nervous about accepting tables this early in the day. Sighing deeply she could see how today would go, but she grabbed her notebook and made her way over. “Hi, can I get you anything?” “Oh…um no im ok thanks” “Sure thing, Im sorry to ask this but do you have any id? This place is 18+ only” “Oh…uh yeah, here you go” she said, handing over a student id. “Thank you, sorry about that” “Its no prob..” “Why hello there beautiful” Came a snide remark from another patron sliding into the booth opposite the young woman. “I love this place” he added, giving Michelle a once over with his eyes and raising them suggestively. “Excuse me I think this booth is taken” She started, Michelle instantly recognising the customer. He had been in and almost banned a number of times, but he seemed to just think it was part of their game. Just the thought of him trying to schmooze or flirt with the young woman made her skin crawl. If she had any, she was sure the hairs on her arms would have stood up. “No…its ok.” The blonde-haired woman responded to Michelle’s surprise. It seemed that somehow the two of them knew each other. “You heard her, now get us a couple of beers would you love” He said, despite it being 9am. “Sure thing” Creep, she added in her head walking away. Without looking Michelle knew the man would be staring at her ass, what she wouldn’t give to ram something preferably large up his smarmy backside. Over the next couple of hours, it seemed Sandra had been right about the other closures being bad for business. The typical handful of patrons had turned into a couple of dozen, although thankfully very few stayed for long which was making the other waitresses more relaxed about the whole thing. Michelle had been keeping an eye on the table near the window, serving a number of beers to the pair as they sat talking. Whatever was happening the man clearly wasn’t happy about it, the blonde now sitting rigidly with her back up against the booth. Watching she saw him reach out and grab the woman’s hand that was resting on the table, only for her to pull it away and shift in her seat. “Ok that’s it” she said to Lola, currently stood next to her and totalling a bill for one of her own tables. Walking over quickly Michelle was tempted to just throw him out. Although she cursed the fact he hadn’t technically done anything against the rules, she was sure the place could do without his business today. “Is this man bothering you?” She asked, interrupting the pair. “Excuse me!” he shouted loudly, turning to look at Michelle and for the first time her face. “I can make him leave if he is” She added, looking him dead in the eyes and wishing he would give her an excuse. “No….its….he’s my dad” the young woman stammered. Now it was making sense, although why anyone would let this guy near them was another thing she couldn’t help but wonder. “Oh ok…im sorry, its just it looked like he wa….” “What the actual fuck is happening over there?” The man shouted loudly, his gaze going past her. Following his eyes a couple of booths over she was surprised to see Lola hooked up to a rather red faced and squirming woman. She was clearly needing to pee pretty badly, but after a moment the customers face became more relaxed as a clear liquid rushed through the plastic tubing connecting her to Lola. On the other side a slight look of discomfort was clear on Lola, a strange gaze frozen on her face for several seconds. “What kind of freak show are you running here today?” The man at her booth shouted at her.  “I….The toilets are out of order for today due to a burst water main. So to comply with state regulations and stay open we still need to offer our patrons somewhere to…relieve themselves.” “So that woman is pissing into your friend?” He said exasperated, his eyes now glued to the nake woman being filled a few booths over. “To put it crudely, yes” Michelle responded, she was going to have to get better at explain this. “Wait…” he said, a wicked smile across his face. “So you are telling me that if I want to relieve myself, I get the privilege of having one of you beauties handling my…” He stopped, nodding downwards to his genitals. “Yes you do, but I feel I should remind you that sexual harassment is not tolerated here” “Hey im happy with any harassment you might want to do…sexually” he interrupted. “and also, you are currently talking to someone who would have the privilege of inserting something inside it” She continued, hoping to put him off.  But juging by the look on his face that wasn’t happening. “How do you know im not into that” He smiled. “Pervert” She couldn’t help it, it had just come out that time. “Excuse me im a customer, you cant talk to me like that!” “Sorry, if you would like me to get one I can have a go, but I must say im a bit of a klutz” Michelle said now revelling in the look of realisation crossing the mans face. The clear picture of what she might accidentally do to him coming to mind. “On second thought, I think I don’t need to go after all” He said, adjusting himself in his seat. “Good choice” Michelle added, walking away. It wasn’t totally true, the way the catheters were set up she wouldn’t need to insert anything. But he didn’t need to know that. “Excuse me can I get the bill please” A man asked as she walked back to the desk. “Yes, no problem.” Michelle replied, cleaning her mind of the previous customer and trying not to take it out on the young man asking. Thankfully, this wasn’t her table so that would give her a couple more moments to compose herself. “Hey Lacey, your table wants its bill.” She said to another member of staff, the slightly older but bustier woman nodding and heading in his direction. “Is Ned still being a jackass?” Lola asked next to her, storing the Catheter behind the desk. “Yeah, why do we let him in this place. He is such a creep” Michelle sighed. “Like we get anything else” She joked. “Hey, do you have the catheter thing Lola?” Lacey whispered having returned with the cash from the bill. “My guys have said they both need to go”. “Yeah sure, here you go.” Lola said, grabbing the tubing she had only just put away. “You know how to use it?” “Yeah, I had a girl ask earlier” Lacey replied, a faint wavier in her voice as she spoke before grabbing the tubing and going back to the two waiting men sat cross legged at the table. “Want me to take them?” Lola asked, pointing her head to a couple walking through the door, the small bell dinging. “Yeah sure, if you want too?” “More tables means more tips” Lola winked, picking up a pair of lunch menus and going to greet the new arrivals. “Excuse me” came another voice, looking up from the till it was the blonde haired woman from Neds table. He himself seemed to have disappeared out the door which was at least something to be thankful for. “Hi, how can I help. Was everything ok with your table?” “Yes it was thank you. i…I just wanted to apologise for him.” “Oh no he is in here all the time and trust me, its not you that should be apologising for him.” “Thank you, I still feel bad. I should have known this was a bad idea after he suggested this place” The woman responded. “Suggested this place?” Michelle asked confused, her elbows now resting on the desk. “Oh no sorry I didn’t mean anything by that. Its just you know, we haven’t seen each other in a few years and the first place he suggests to meet up is a place full of Naked women. I should have known he hadn’t changed.” “Don’t worry I get it. We attract a lot of people like him here. Its fine honestly.” She finished, pausing for a moment as the blonde stood there awkwardly. “Is there anything else I can help with?” “I….um, are the bathrooms still closed?” She asked nervously. Michelle noticing her tightly crossed legs for the first time, she was clearly desperate. “Unfortunately, they are.” “Oh ok” she said blushing. “But, im sure you have seen the uh…service we are offering today? And despite what I said to your Fr…Dad, we don’t actually have to insert anything.” “I…..is everywhere closed, maybe I can make it across the street?” “Sorry, it’s the whole town centre by the sounds of things.” “Ok, Im sorry but I think im going to have to go. I don’t really drink alcohol and its really making me need to pee. Plus I got up really early this morning and haven’t peed yet because I didn’t want to miss him.” She stammered out, apparently trying to rationalise or explain herself to Michelle and not make her think she was just taking advantage of her. “Its fine honestly” Michelle said again, her voice soft and calm in an attempt to put the young woman at ease, even though she had now started to bounce on the spot. Apparently admitting her need to someone else was making it much more real and harder to hide. Reaching under the counter Michelle pulled out her connecter. She hadn’t used it yet, but after a few seconds she managed to attach it to herself and connected the longer tube for the patrons. “How do we….?” The young girl asked, her jeans not offering any easy solutions without asking the woman to take them off in the middle of the busy building. “Follow me” Michelle said, beckoning her over to the women’s room. An out of order sign displayed on it, but the door still opened and the pair entered into the secluded spot. “Is this ok?” Michelle asked, turning around to see the girl hurriedly wrestling with her jean’s buttons, her face red and clearly far more desperate than she had let on out there. “I’ll take that as a yes.” “Im sorry, I just really need to go” “Its fine, here you go” she said handing over the other end of the pipe to the young woman. Taking the strange funnel device, she rammed it quickly between her legs and almost instantly liquid began flowing out of her and through the tube. Looking down Michelle watched it race along the clear plastic and disappearing into her. “Oh” Michelle exclaimed as her body suddenly tensed slightly, a strange warm feeling filling her lower body as the urine flowed between the two women. For more than 30 seconds it continued, with Michelle starting to feel her bladder and skin stretch, despite the customers small frame she sure could hold a lot in her bladder. A fact that was clearly written on her face which was far more relaxed. After another 20 seconds and couple of extra spurts the blonde ran dry. “Im really sorry about that, but I just couldn’t hold it” She said, handing the other end back to Michelle. “No…its ok”. The new liquid was sitting heavily in her bladder, the odd process of being filled through the catheter new to her mind and body. Suddenly the door opened, a pair of women bursting through it with a desperate look in their eyes. “Oh…im so sorry” One of them stuttered, turning their head while the other covered their eyes. The relieved blonde’s jeans still around her ankles. “We saw you guys coming in here and thought the bathrooms were fixed.” “Im sorry they are not.” “I cant hold it Beth, the younger of the two said, her hands buried in her crotch as she started to dance on the spot. “I know Lorry. Im sorry to ask this but can we…can we you know.” She said pointing at the tube currently still attached to Michelle. “I mean I think we are only supposed to take the people at our tables. Do you know who your waitress was. I can try and find her.” “She had purple hair and a nose piercing. “That’s Melody, I’ll go and find her.” “Im sorry, I don’t think I can wait that long” Lorry said, looking between her legs as a clear dark patch was spreading out from her crotch. The light brown material becoming much darker as she started to lose control. “Oh god, I stopped it. Please!” she begged. The patch around her crotch stopping about the size of an apple. Michelle knew the poor girl had no time to spare so against her best judgement she handed the other end of the funnel to the leaking woman. The dark patch of wetness slowly absorbing into the material of her trousers. “Oh thank you, thank you thank you OOOHHHH” she groaned loudly, her body convulsing. In a flash her trousers were around her ankles and the device was between her legs. A think stream escaping before it was fully in position and a few drops spilling onto the floor. A rush of her almost perfectly clear pee shot through the tube at some speed and Michelle felt it enter her stretching bladder. The second and more sudden influx causing her muscles to spasm, Michelle’s bladder twitching as it filled far faster than it was use too. Pursing her lips she tried not to show any discomfort to the customers, their needs were her duty to look after. After 30 seconds she was relieved to see the flow starting to slow, finally coming to an end with her bladder feeling much heavier and fuller than before. “Please Lorry, I need it too.” The other woman demanded, outstretching a hand to her friend, gratefully being given the end of the funnel still attached to Michelle. “No i….please” Michelle started but was interrupted as she felt her bladder being forced open once again. “Oooo” the woman squeaked again while ignoring Michelle’s pleading. “I was about to lose it too” She stammered, another heavy stream flowing down into Michelle’s bulging bladder. Closing her eyes Michelle did her best not to groan as the weight inside her seemed to increase instantly. The flow far slower than the last two, but now she was already so full it felt so much worse. A minute later Michelle was gritting her teeth, wondering if it would ever stop. Her bladder now protruding through her skin and easy to see on her toned and athletic body. A small pouch jutting out of her, now containing far more pee than she was use to holding. Eventually the flow stopped and the woman handed back the tube, evidently more relaxed. Pulling up their pants and opening the door the two of them turned to look at Michelle, who was in no place to follow them out at the moment. “Are you ok? They asked “yes, you go ahead.” Michelle responded, ignoring the confused glances as the walked out. As soon as the door closed Michelle had to double over, grunting she held her inflated bladder with both hands. Her bladder now holding hers plus three other bursting women’s contents, its was too much too quickly. Air hissed out from between her teeth as she clenched every muscles in her body not to loose control. Cupping her bladder with her hands she could feel the tendons and muscles shifting inside her. The sudden intake of so much liquid sending shockwaves through her body. Breathing deeply she calmed herself and her muscles managed to adapt to the new conditions. Standing up straight Michelle paused for a moment, before pushing the door open and leaving the out of order toilets. Spotting the curvy Purple haired waitress, a couple of booths over she made a b-line for her. “You owe me one” Michelle said exasperatedly after reaching her. “What?” Melody replied, calmly pouring a large bottle of water into a jug. The sound and visuals making Michelle lose her train of thought for a moment. “You owe me a table, I just took two of your clients for you?” “You took my clients?” Melody asked confused. “Yeah I took” Michelle said, indicating to her enlarged abdomen. “Holy shit, that’s a lot of pee” “Yeah I noticed.” She replied, a bead of sweat running down from her temple. “But you could have come and got me.” “She was literally wetting herself. You would have lost your pay.” “Oh thanks, you’re a life saver. What about next table that comes in I’ll take for you?” “What If they don’t pee?” “Well I cant control that, but fine. I will take the next table, if they don’t pee I’ll take another one.” “Ok thanks, that sounds fair.” Michelle agreed. “Sure no problem. But if its just one person I don’t want any take backs.” Melody stipulated. “I…fine, next customer to walk in is yours for me.” “Shake on it?” Melody asked, offering her hand. The pair shaking hands just as the door opened. A smile appeared on Michelle’s face as in walked a group of six guys all wearing football shirts. “Noooo” Melody said quietly, her hand suddenly limp in Michelle’s. “Hey, maybe they wont pee.” She added, before Melody grabbed a set of Menu’s. “I hate you, you know that” She said sticking her tongue out at Michelle before a smile appeared on Melody’s face as she turned to greet the new arrivals. Soon the customers were coming in thick and fast, a sports game at the local stadium was bringing a lot people to the area. Thankfully the speed of the work and turnover of customers was a needed distraction for the waitresses, many of whom now sported visible bulges in the abdomens. While most of the customers were leaving before making use of the bathroom services they were offering, it still left a couple of dozen to be shared out between the girls. “Mam, can I get the bill and use the tubes again please” A far too posh for this place woman asked. Her middle-aged knees knocking under the grey pencil skirt she was wearing. “Sure thing” Michelle responded, walking to get the catheter device again. “Isn’t that like 3 times she has gone into you?” Lacey asked, preemptively handing over the tube. “Yeah she has had like 8 coffees in the last two hours.” “That can’t be good for her” “Its not good for me, ill tell you that much” Michelle added, putting a hand on her even more bloated bladder. Although, thankfully it seemed the coffee addict ironically had a small bladder that she could easily contain. But given that it was still 6 hours till they closed, Michelle was starting to worry about her chances of making it home dry. Hopefully the place would be a bit quieter after lunch. Going back over the woman barely seemed to think about it before placing the device under herself and letting loose her bladders contents. Casually flicking over the next page of the newspaper she was reading, her legs apart and a stream flowing between her and Michelle who for her part was doing her best not to squirm as her full bladder was filled again. Seeing the tube run dry she made her way back to the desk slightly fuller than before. Passing the front door it swung open, a young couple entering and peering around slightly. Sighing Michelle knew she should probably take them since she was already here. “Hi, table for two?” “Um yes….what is….” The young woman said, pointing at the catheter tubing Michelle had forgotten she was holding. “Oh um…so with the bathrooms out of order we are offering a unique service of letting customers, well, relieve themselves into the wait staff.” The shocked expression now on their faces told her they were not a fan of that idea, the woman almost recoiling at the thought. “I think we will try somewhere else” The man said, putting his arm around the woman and leading her out. “You better not be loosing us customers Michelle.” A condescending tone came from behind her. “No Sandra, just explaining our bathroom situation was enough to do that.” “Well, maybe keep that to only the customers already in the place then.” She replied, a disapproving look on her face. “Sandra, im sorry” came an exacerbated groan from behind them both. Turning they could see Sophie almost doubled over, a slight bulge in her abdomen and crossed legs a sure sign of what she was about to say. “I cant hold it, Please, you have to let me pee.” “Sophie, there is nowhere to pee like I told you 30 minutes ago. You just have to hold it.” “Please” Sophie begged again, a tear rolling down her cheek. “We can only hold so much, we’re desperate here.” She said gesturing around the room. It was true, looking around them all their colleagues were all in various stages of desperation. Some were standing cross legged as they took orders, others boobed on the spot pouring drinks or even had a hand between their legs to keep themselves in control. Only Lola seemed to be comfortable. Despite a having possibly the largest bladder bulge she was acting as if everything was fine, a true workhorse. “Look, there is nowhere to go. I cant just let you all run out of here to find somewhere.” “Please, what about if I take my lunch break now. I can make it home and back, I wont be late I swear.” Sophie pleaded. “Well….” Their boss thought for a second, the sentiment clearly making sense to her. After all, what they did on their break was up to them as long as they were back in time. “Look, I cant let you go right now. We are in the middle of the lunch rush.” A small whimper escaped Sophie as her body shook from desperation. “But, I’ll see what I can do once it gets a bit quieter in here” “But…I don’t know how much longer I can hold this…im about to lose it.” “You better not loose it!” Sandra snapped, “Or you know what else you will be losing!” “I’ll try” Sophie said, walking hunched over back to the main desk. “That goes for you too” Sandra said, turning to point at Michelle before walking back towards the back office. “You know what I said earlier, I mean it now” Melody said from behind her, an arm coming past and grabbing the tubing Michelle was still holding. “Maybe they wont pee” She added mockingly. “What?” Michelle asked, confused. “We swapped tables remember. Four of the guys I took for you say they need to pee.” “Really! Are you going to be ok with that?” Michelle asked, genuinely concerned and feeling a little guilty about the position she had put her friend in. “Yeah, but if you want to take one of them then we can call it even at 3 each?” “Sure, but we are going to need to grab another tube.” “Why don’t you go over with this one, and I’ll get another one.” Melody suggested, handing back the tube. Walking up to the table she could already tell that one of them was far more desperate than the others. A hand currently deep in his pocket and probably holding it all in. “Hi, you guys need the bathroom?” “Yeah” The clearly desperate guy added, his other hand gripping the table as he rocked slightly in his seat. “Sorry, I didn’t realise everything was out around here” He added, unzipping his fly and taking the end of Michelle’s tube from her. The others looking on slightly enviously. Unlike the other times, no liquid flowed down the tubing. Looking up his face was bright red, he was clearly embarrassed or suffering from stage fright. His full bladder locked up despite his need and now permission to pee. “Im sorry, just give me a moment” he stammered, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. “Sorry about that, you guys need to go too?” Melody asked, returning with a new catheter and a number of attachments for the single tube. Handing them out the each began to undo their trousers and place the devices between their legs like their friend. However, unlike their red faced friend streams quickly flowed along the tube and towards melody. The three streams converging in the slightly wider central tube and flowing into her friend. “Oh god” Melody whimpered slightly, the force and volume of the three-person pee taking her by surprise. After a few seconds she was clearly beginning to worry, a hand going down and resting on her bladder as she began to breath slightly more heavily. Looking at her Michelle could see the impact of taking 3 at a time taking its toll on the purple haired woman, her abdomen expanding before her eyes as her bladder and skin was forced to stretch out quickly. Apparently after seeing his friends pee, the embarrassed customer still connected to her got himself under control and relaxed enough to start his pee. The sudden warmth and tightness in her abdomen surprising Michelle for a moment and distracting her from Melody’s struggles.  Despite the mans desperate appearance his stream soon died down after just 15 seconds, his pee still felling heavy in her abdomen but was nothing compared to how much she had already in there. Looking over at Melody again, her colleagues face was distorted by her rising discomfort. A slight sheen of sweat gathering on her face as her abdomen continued to bloat out massively, the other three guys still peeing into the growing woman. Melody now had a look of pure concentration on her face, biting her lips to keep the cries of discomfort in and not worry the customers. “OOooh” She gasped, her stretching bladder causing ripples of pain to shoot through her body. The bulge in her abdomen increasing for another 10 seconds until finally the three guys stopped peeing into her. A few drips of sweat rolling down her naked body as she stood rigidly trying not to empty herself out on the ground. “Christ” she whimpered, her whole body shaking for a moment. “Ohh my god!” A loud voice shouted, followed by an equally loud splattering noise that could be heard over the quiet conversations of the customers. The loud exclamation drawing the attention of the staff and customers alike. But it wasn’t the purple haired waitress emptying herself, it was the new girl Chloe. A few tables over the towering six-foot red head was clutching a catheter in one hand while her clearly distended bladder emptied itself onto the hard flooring. Her other hand pressed deeply between her legs as her pee raced between her fingers, flowing down her long slender legs and falling noisily onto the floor. The four women at her table recoiling back from the large puddle that was making its way towards them, droplets splashing up and against the red leather booth they were sat in. Even from where Michelle was she could see Chloe’s large bladder deflating as the puddle under her grew, the girl rooted to the spot with her eyes closed and cheeks burning. “What is going on here?” Came a loud shout, Sandra storming out of her office and into the main room. Swiftly walking up to Chloe as she pee’d and snatching the catheter from her while looking disapprovingly at the puddle spreading across her floor. “Well, looks like someone wont be getting paid today” she said, brandishing the catheter at the young woman. “You can stop at any time by the way” she added, scowling as Chloe continued to lose the battle with her bladder. “Im sorry….I cant” Chloe sobbed, tears streaming down her face. “You know what, your no good for me today. Just clean your mess up and go home.” Sandra said, walking back to her office and leaving the red headed woman sobbing as pee still streamed down her legs. “You have to help me” came a quiet whimper from beside Michelle, startling her slightly having been entirely wrapped up in Chloe’s accident. To her left was a clearly desperate Sophie, both hands jammed between her restless legs that moved constantly while she stood there. “Are you ok?” Michelle asked. “No….im, im about to piss myself like Chloe. I just cant hold it anymore!” She cried quietly, twisting her legs to press them tighter together. “I… I mean what do you want me to do?” Michelle responded, with the toilets out she didn’t have any ideas. “I don’t know” Sophie sobbed. “I was about to ask to go on lunch break again but I don’t think Sandra is in the best moods right now after well….” Sophie said, gesturing to Chloe who had just about stopped peeing at this point. A pair of small trails still making their way down her glistening legs. “Look maybe I can take some of your customers but….” How would she phrase this. “Im not sure that will help, can you make it another hour?” “An hour!” Sophie added, grimacing slightly as her body pulsed in desperation. “No….” she added meekly. “Wait, maybe Lola could help?” Sophie said, a little bit of life returning to her face. “What do you mean?” Michelle asked, confused by how anyone could help her hold it. “C’mon she is never desperate. Im sure she could handle a little bit of mine too” “I don’t know, she has had just as many customers if not more than us today.” “Im about to wet myself, please can you just go and ask. If she says no then I’ll try and hold but Im really struggling here.” “You want me to ask!?” “I, yeah. Look the less moving I do the better, unless you want another puddle?” “I’ll go find her.” Michelle rushed, realising just how close her friend was to loosing it all. Luckily she wasn’t hard to find, the tiny woman currently standing behind the desk. Approaching Michelle already knew what answer she was going to get, the giant bulge in her friends’ abdomen a clear sign she must be desperate. She felt sorry for Sophie, maybe Lola would have another idea to help. “Hey Lola.” “Need a catheter?” Lola asked back, holding up another tube and handing it to her as if it had become the most normal thing for them to do. “Maybe, Sophie is really struggling and I hate to ask but she was wondering if you would be able to help her? But don’t feel like you have too, I know that we all are….” “Yeah sure, no problem” Lola replied casually. “If you are sure?” “Yeah im doing fine, although we cant leave the desk unattended so she will have to come over here if she wants to do it. Everyone else is busy with a table.” The building was still full, with many of the lunch crowd having stayed longer than those in the morning. Around them the other waitresses were either taking orders or many of them were currently connected to relieved looking patrons. The bulges of their bladders becoming more prominent as they day wore on and more customers required their help. “Ok great.” Michelle finished, waving over a slow-moving Sophie. “Thank you so much Lola” Sophie stammered out as she got behind the desk, the two of them connecting their catheters to each other. “I just need to take the edge of, then I can wait till our break” Sophie said as her pee began to flow into the tube. The tenseness in her face disappearing as her body relaxed. “You may as well empty yourself out. Gives you more room for customers instead of having to do this again.” “Are you sure?” “Yeah, Im fine.” Lola said confidently, a smile on her face as if she wasn’t feeling anything at all despite the large bulge. “How are you fine” Sophie replied, far more relaxed as the pee left her straining bladder. “Ive had practice” Lola replied, seemingly unaffected by the new intake. “You have had practice of people peeing into you?” Michelle asked, raising an eyebrow. “Well no” Lola laughed.  “But my parents were both big germaphobes, so I was only ever allowed to pee in our house. I kind of got use to it, plus its kind of a weird sense of achievement when you managed to hold longer than before.” “So you were brought up by Germaphobes and now you work at a restaurant, Naked?” Michelle joked. “Yeah, never really thought about it before. Do you think there is a connection?” “Well, given your parents attitudes towards piercings and tattoos I would say there is a strong chance its related” Sophie joked, indicating to the number of large tattoos covering her friends body. ”Like you can say anything” Lola shot back at Sophie. The blonde herself covered in large tattoos that she had thought would have stopped her getting this job to begin with. But it seemed that a lot of the customers were into the Punk look, the giant wonder woman logo tattooed on her chest getting a lot of attention from them. “You may have something there” Sophie smiled, her pee finally stopping as she ran dry. Despite the amount of it inside her, she had been surprised by how quick that had gone through her. Although given the pressure she was feeling in her bladder beforehand, it must have come out at some speed. Not that Lola seemed to notice. “What do you three think you are doing?” Came an annoyed voice. “I was just about to come and tell you Sophie that I was going to let you go on break but I guess you have already seen to that.” “Im sorry, I couldn’t hold it and didn’t want to make a mess.” “Well, your bladders were supposed to be for the customers, the customers come first after all. Lola and Sophie you should have been able to control yourself.” She said, crossing her arms. “So I guess that means the three of you don’t need a break then, I may as well let some of the others go on break.” “But I didn’t….” Michelle started. “You were already late today, so don’t bother.” Sandra interrupted. Michelle wanted to respond, but decided to bite her tongue or risk making things much worse for herself.  She could already feel her muscles starting to ache inside her, the volume of liquid inside her bladder starting to test her limits. With half a day to go she didn’t need or want to take any risks. “Now go get the other girls.” With the waitresses quickly gathered at the front desk, many boobing slightly on the spot, their legs closed tightly. “Ok, so ill make this quick so you can get back to work. I understand some of you are feeling a little uncomfortable, so im going to let some of you have your lunch break so you can relieve yourselves if you want too. But im going to have to make sure we have enough to cover any customers. Since you are clearly comfortable enough to break the rules Sophie, Lola, Michelle you will be staying here as well as Lacey and Melody.” “Wait, but I really need to go” Lacey protested, a hand between her legs. “I’m sorry we need 5 of you here. So unless anyone wants to cover for you?” Sandra asked, but the others simply looked away or at the floor. Their own needs taking precedence over being a good friend.  “But when they get back I will let you all do the same. Now just finish up your current tables and you can go.” A number of smiles and relieved faces filled the crowd, with the exception of the 5 being forced to stay behind. But it was just another hour, she could manage that Michelle told herself. “Hey lacy and Melody, I think your tables need you.” A call came over their shoulders as Ellie now dressed made her way hastily out of the building. Her jeans clearly undone due to her bladder being simply too large and sensitive for her to close them. A quiet whimper escaped Lacey as her body seemed to pulse from the bad news. “I’ll take them” Sophie said, making Lacey look up hopefully. But unfortunately for her, she wasn’t talking about her table but instead the group of three women that had just walked in. However, what was behind them was a little more troubling. A large group of 10 people, 8 men and two women were approaching the door, walking down the side of the building. “Don’t come in, don’t come in, don’t come in” Michelle whispered to herself, looking around and seeing Lola with another customer she knew this would be her table. Disappearing behind the large doors there was a moment where she thought that maybe they would just walk past, but then the doors open and their loud voices filled the building. “Shit” she said slightly louder than she had meant too. But there was nothing she could do, maybe if she didn’t mention it they wouldn’t try to use her as a toilet. Walking over she could see them laughing and joking by the wait here sign, their movements slightly off and seemingly looking around the room for something. “Hi guys, table for 10?” She asked. “Yeah that would be great Love.” The first man replied, constantly glancing at her naked breasts as he spoke. “Sure right this way” Michelle replied, rolling her eyes as she faced away from them. “Can we get 10 of your largest beers darlin’” Another of them asked as they seemed to gingerly slide into the booth. “Oh god, I don’t know if I can handle another one.” A black-haired woman remarked, chewing on her lip piercing slightly. Clearly nervous about something. “Sure, I’ll be right back with them.” Michelle added, starting to worry where this was going. If she was forced to take in these 10 people, she would be tempted to quit on the spot. Walking back up to the bar she noticed Lacey handing off a tube to Sophie instead of returning it. The small woman heading off to the table she had just brought in, the three women craning their necks and knees Knocking under the table as they waited. The lack of restrooms nearby was clearly affecting a lot of people today. “Hey, Lola can you help be take these to booth 14?” Michelle asked, placing the last pint on the two trays. As the pair of them made their way over they could see several of the group glancing at them and whispering to each other. What the hell are they up too Michelle worriedly pondered to herself. Placing the trays on the table she and Lola began handing them out, their eyes meeting for a moment and conveying their confusion about the behaviour of this group. “So um…” here it comes, Michelle knew something stupid was about to happen, probably a pick up line or something. “Which of you has the smallest bladder?” “Excuse me?” Michelle asked, confused and slightly offended by the intimate question out of nowhere. “You know, out of you girls. Which one pees the most?” He asked more excitedly this time, leaning closer to her. “I don’t think we have to tell you that” Lola said, crossing her arms against her chest. “I mean you guys are still offering the toilet services right” He added, raising his eyebrows suggestively. How the hell did he know about that? “Yes we are” Michelle replied. “Ok, well I would like to know who has the smallest bladder?”. “And like my colleague said, I don’t think we have to tell you that.” it was Michelle’s turn to cross her arms “Well, I think you do and I guess I would like to speak to your manager then. Unless, you would like me to make a mess on your floor.” “C’mon Kurt just leave it. I really need to go” The woman responded, her legs jiggling under the table. “No, no, I’d like to see a manager.” He said, louder and more forcefully this time. “I’ll go get her” Lola gave in, not wanting to get involved in a shouting match and stopping before Michelle did.  A few moments later she returned with an annoyed looking Sandra behind her. “What seems to be the problem here?” She asked, looking accusingly at Michelle and not the customer. “Your staff member is refusing to answer my question, I simply asked which of your servers has the smallest bladder and they got all defensive on me.” Kurt said, leaning back in his chair. “So…why didn’t you tell the customer what he wanted to know?” “Because its private information and seemed a little sexual in nature, which we don’t tolerate.” “Hey you don’t have to tell me the rules, I made them.” Sandra responded. “It would be private but today its part of the service we are offering. I told you this morning to walk away if you wanted too, its too late now.” “Sorry about this.” She said, turning and smiling at Kurt. “I think it would probably be Sophie, she is one of only two to have relieved themselves today.” Sandra added condescendingly. “Why are you telling them that?” Michelle said, shocked by the revealing of such personal information from her boss. “They are the customer” Sandra responded matter of factually. “Yeah but…” “Look, I have a lot of work to do so if you can just not have any more arguments with the customers and get back to work please.” Their boss finished, turning and walking back to her office, stopping to point Sophie in the tables direction. A worried look on her face and a clear bulge back in her abdomen despite having released herself fully into Lola just a little while earlier. “Hey, Sandra said one of you wants to pee?” She asked. “No love, we all do” He responded, the group grinning and enjoying the look of horror on the small woman’s face. “But….I….There is no way I can hold 10, I’ve already got 3 in me.” Sophie whimpered. “Look, im sorry I think its dangerous if you all go into her.” Michelle said, trying to protect her friend from either hurting herself or disgracing herself. “That’s not what your boss says” Kurt said still grinning. “I think they might be right, just look at her. She cant hold all these, wouldn’t it be better to spread them out anyway.” The black-haired woman asked, her legs still jiggling under the table. “No, I want one. Now give me the tube I need to relieve myself.” He said holding his hand out. Reluctantly Michelle had no other choice but to hand it over, Sophie had emptied herself into Lola not long ago, she could hold this hopefully. Maybe they wouldn’t all need to go, or at least have small bladders. But going off the shuffling that was going on around the table, that first point was clearly not true. Sophie was looking even more nervous now, her legs already pressed tightly together before she accepted any more pee. She shuddered as Lola connected four pipes to hers and handed them to the customers, the clearly desperate woman for some reason refusing it. Maybe at least one of their group had some sort of empathy. Holding the devices inside their pants the four men smiled, locking eyes with Sophie as she nervously bit her thumb nail, waiting for the inevitable discomfort that would be coming her way. “Ned sends his regards” Kurt sneered, a wicked smile on his face as the four of them began to pee at some speed. The light-yellow liquid gurgling and rushing its way through the four connectors until meeting in the central pipe and forming a single torrent of fluid that rushed towards Sophie's already full bladder. “Oooooh!” Sophie groaned loudly, the rush of pee battering against her bladder and started filling it past its capacity. Her hands fell to her thighs as she doubled over, the pressure inside her unimaginable. Looking down her bladder was ballooning out faster than she thought was even possible, her stomach expanding as the four bursting bladders gleefully filled poor Sophie. Baring down on their muscles they were forcing their pee into her at a tremendous pace, watching intently as she started to squirm in front of them. Her skin stretching tighter as they inflated her with the contents of their purposefully brimming bladders. They had spent the afternoon drinking as much as possible for this moment, the 10 of them receiving texts about this place from a pissed off Ned a few hours earlier. Since then they had met up in the car park downing bottle after bottle of water or beer for this exact reason, to pump these ungrateful women as full as possible. “God” Sophie breathed heavily, groaning as the four bladders connected to hers continued to push their contents into her, the bulge in her abdomen becoming large and larger by the second. Finally and almost instantly the first stream died off, then the second until had stopped. Only 20 seconds had passed, the customers red faced with the effort of squeezing out their bladders contents as swiftly as possible. The wicked grins still written across their face as Sophie staggered to the side, her hands clutching her heavily distended abdomen. Breathing heavily through her nose the effort of containing such a load was taking its toll. “Alright, next guys are up” Kurt said, extracting the tube from his pants and holding it up for whomever wanted it next. “I think she is about to blow” One of the cheered as Sophie let out a guttural moan. Her head stooped and looking at the floor. Her chest heaving as she battled painful spasms and screaming muscles that had been stretched further than she could ever remember. She had never had this much pee in her before, the mass of hot liquid pressing out of her taught skin. The pressure was immense, almost too much for her brain to handle as black spots started to appear in her eyes. Stumbling again she reached a hand out for the edge of a nearby booth, only for Michelle to grab it and help guide her to where she could lean against it. “Come on, some of us still have to go!” One of the people around the table shouted. “She has had enough” Lola said, grabbing the connector from the tube dangling between Sophie's trembling legs and attaching it to herself. “But I’ll be more than happy to handle it.” “Handle it, you wish” One of them retorted “I’ve been holding this all day and I’m sure it’s too much for someone as small as you.” He said grabbing a connector along with 5 of the others, the black haired woman the only one to refuse again. This time it was Lola’s turn to grunt as the five streams started,  her already substantially bloated bladder expanding even more. The giant bulge pushing further and further out of her, a hiss of air escaping between her pursed lips as spasm after spasm rocked her body. After 10 seconds her quivering bladder seemed to take on a life of its own, the volume entering It causing even the top of her abdomen to grow. The tightening skin pulling up her bulge as it continued to grow to truly monstrous proportions. The five tormentors looking on with glee as the petite girl expanded with their pee. Next to her Michelle was still trying to help Sophie in her own battle, pulses still racing through her body after being filled more than she had ever been in her entire life. Groaning and clutching herself it was clear she couldn’t last long like this.   “Hey guys I need” Lacey started, rushing up behind them. “Sorry, we are in the middle of something” Michelle replied, too busy watching Sophie. She had to do something, or her friend would definitely not make it another minute let alone until the other waitresses got back. Sweat was rolling down her quaking body, Sophie's eyes still closed as she did her best to control herself. “Sophie, use me. I can take a bit.” Michelle said calmly, she wasn’t sure how true that was but she had to do something.” “But I…” Lacey started behind them. “What?” Michelle asked slightly annoyed, couldn’t she see they were in trouble already. But as she turned around she could see Lacey herself was in trouble, a substantial bulge forcing its way out her body. Her curly dark blonde hair sticking to her clammy skin, then with a final shudder she groaned as a highly pressurised stream started to fall between her shaking legs. The clear liquid wrapping around her legs and spilling onto the floor as Lacey’s hands shot up to her face to hide her shame. “Fuckkkk” she groaned, despite the embarrassment the release was pure pleasure, customer after customer filling until she just couldn’t hold it one second more. She had been about to ask Lola to help her, just as she had done Sophie but now it was too late. “Drink and a show!” A couple of the customers now watching Lacey piss herself cheered, clinking their glasses together. “Another Round, we can do this all  day!” Kurt shouted, making Michelle shudder. She was sure the lot of them would like nothing more than to spend all day here filling them all up as much and as frequently as possible until none of them remained dry. “Dirty bitch cant control herself” He chastised Lacey, pulling a phone out and seemingly going to take a photo or video of her accident. Finally! Michelle thought to herself, something she could kick these guys out for. Forcibly grabbing the phone from his hand she stopped and deleted the recording, with half a mind to throw it at him. “Hey, that’s my phone” He shouted. “Yeah and we have a strict no phone policy. If we see one we usually ask people to put them away but given that you were actually recording her which is an offense, im going to have to ask you all to leave.” “What a joke” He said, standing angrily. “Let go guys we can find somewhere else. Enjoy our deposit” he said loudly, leaning over to say it in Sophies ear as he passed her. Swinging the door open the group started to file out, giving the girls glares of distain despite what they were clearly trying to do to them. Soon only the desperate woman was left sitting at their booth.  “Im sorry, if I move I think I might loose it” she said, a slight grimace on her face which was reddening by the second. “Its ok, you weren’t part of the problem. If you can hang on for a moment longer I can see if we can do something to help.” Getting a nod from her, Michele’s attention returned to Sophie, a few drops of pee rolling down her bare thighs. She was losing it, wait! Turning she looked at Lacey who had just finished emptying herself on the floor. The large puddle expanding still as it worked its way across the even floor. “Lacey, I need your help.” “Oh god that feels so much better, I don’t even care. What do you need?” “I need you to take in some of what Sophie has in her.” “Wait what! I’ve only just emptied myself im not sure I can handle doing it again. My muscles are too tired.” “Look, you don’t have to take all of it, just enough so Sophie isn’t like this. Plus, Sandra hasn’t seen this yet so if you do this for me Ill go grab something to clean up this mess before you lose your overtime.” Lacey looked around for a few moments, the relatively empty restaurant was quiet now the loud group had left. Just 4 other tables, she could do this. Nodding Lacey grabbed the tubing and Michelle went to grab a bucket and mop. Somehow the ruse worked and a couple of minutes later she was emptying the slightly acrid smelling water down the drain in the ladies room. Sandra hadn’t seen, so she didn’t need to know. Returning to the table she could see Sophie and Lacey once again struggling with the bladders, Lola having returned to the desk. “How are you feeling”. “A bit better, thanks Lacey. Although….I really don’t think I can hold even this much.” “Do you think you can take more?” Michelle asked Lacey who was rubbing her own bladder with one hand. A small bulge present again in her stomach. “Maybe later, but I don’t think I can at the moment. My muscles are still on fire down there, im sorry.” “No its ok, thank you!” Michelle replied earnestly, she had been a little harsh on her earlier but hopefully Lacey knew it was just from the panic of the situation. “Oh god” Sophie whimpered as she squirmed again, her bladder still easy to see in its bloated form despite what ever she had put into Lacey. “Do…Do you think Lola could help again?” she whispered to Michelle. “I maybe, I didn’t really see her after being filled up by those guys but I imagine she must be pretty full. But we can go ask her and maybe we can share it out between a few of us.” “Yeah…that would be good” Sophie concluded, doubled over she carefully walked to the desk where Lola was stood, her hands cupping her bladder. “Um…Excuse me?” The black-haired woman at the table asked, her hands now firmly between her legs. “Sorry, can you wait like 2 more minutes and someone will be right with you” Michelle asked, aware how she must be feeling. “Um…I’ll try.” Passing the slow moving Sophie, Michelle went ahead to ask Lola about being used again, but as she rounded the corner of the desk something caught her eye. “Holy fuck” She almost shouted. Lola’s short stature had hidden the true extent of her bladder behind the tall desk, but now coming around it was impossible not to see it. The tiny woman looked more than 9 months pregnant, her bladder pushing inches out of her and more than doubling her waistline. It was a good job they were naked, otherwise there was no way her clothes would have fit around her monstrously bloated bladder. “Yeah it’s a lot, its definitely more than I’ve ever held before” Lola said, a look of pain overcoming her for a moment as something indie her spasmed. “How are you not exploding right now” “Well, I cant lie its getting hard now. But its always good to test your limits” She said, a forced and pained smile on her face. “Holy fuck” Came a cry from Sophie who had just caught up with them and was now seeing the same rotund mass perilously pushing out of Lola. “How is it even possible for one person to hold that much?” “I guess, bladders can stretch a lot. People just don’t push themselves as much as I have to know where the limits are.” Lola said calmly. “Well its bloody impressive…Do…Do you think I could do that one day?” Sophie asked, getting a strange look from Michelle and Lola. “What do you mean?” Lola asked, confused. “Like, get better at holding. Im sick of being the one to always having to rush off to pee. It would be nice ” “Sure I guess…just don’t hurt yourself.” Lola said, the others aware of the irony given just how much Lola was currently holding. There was no way that was normal. The other part of it was something Sophie didn’t want to admit. On the walk over she had felt something inside her, the weight of her bladder pressing on something, a part of her that was causing pleasure to radiate around her body with every step. She had never felt anything like it before, It was strangely addictive in a way. Shuffling again she felt her bladder pulse with pain and then with pleasure, causing her purse her lips. “Are you ok Sophie” Michelle asked “I…oh yeah im good, I want to try and hold it.” Sophie stammered, blushing madly and feeling embarrassed about almost being caught enjoying this. Noticing a hand waving from across the room Michelle swore in her head, she had forgotten about that woman again. Could she handle another bladder, if she did she was sure that never mind Sophie but she herself would be near breaking point. Her bloated bladder was already causing the occasional spasm and peak of discomfort, but looking around she couldn’t help but realise she was probably in the best position of any of them. Grabbing the tube she walked over, the womans face becoming more relaxed after spotting the equipment in her hand. “Sorry about that, your friends did a number on a couple of my friends.” Michelle admitted. “Yeah I can see that, im really sorry” she replied, jiggling furiously on the spot. “Not your fault, but I can let you pee if you want too?” “Into you?” She asked, clearly concerned about something. “If that’s ok?” Michelle added, wondering what the look was for. “Its just, you look pretty full and I mean, ive got a pretty big bladder” “But you seem to…” Yeah I know I look desperate, those guys I was with also know I have a big bladder. They kept forcing me to drink more and more, I think I must have had more than a gallon of water by the time we arrived, plus a few beers. So Im really dying, but I don’t want to cause any more issues for you guys.” “No its ok, its our job and I appreciate you trying.” “If you are sure, is there no one more empty than you?” The woman asked, the complete opposite of the purpose her group had come here with. “I don’t know…” But Michelle was interrupted by the front door opening again. “Oh thank god” she said, recognising Trudy returning from her lunch break. “Trudy!” she shouted, waving her over. “I need you to take this customer” “Bit I’ve only just got back Michelle.” She pleaded. “I’ll take that sift you wanted to swap next week” “Ok fine” Trudy said, taking off her clothes in the middle of the room and making a bit of a scene. Thankfully there were just 2 other tables, Melody having finished up with another of hers. Helping connect the tubes and handing one to the squirming woman Michelle watched a powerful burst flow into the tube. She hadn’t been lying about needing to go. A look of relief washing over her face. “Oooohh, I forgot how this felt.” Trudy complained. The flow continuing 30 seconds later as Michelle witnessed her friend’s bladder starting to really bloat out of her. “Holy fuck how much have you got in you” Trudy grunted, only getting a slight whimper from the woman in response. 5 more seconds, then 10, 15 seconds passed as the flow continued. “How can one woman hold so much!” Trudy all but shouted as her bladder continued to swell inside her. Another 10 seconds and she couldn’t handle the insurmountable pressure building inside her. Pain and muscles spams rocketing through her, being filled so quickly was destroying her ability to control it. “Oh god im going to burst, you have to stop.” Trudy cried “Im sorry im trying!” The customer said, grunting. “Try harder!” “I’ve been holding it in all day and I’ve had so much to drink” The woman pleaded. But finally, after another few seconds the stream stopped. “Holy fuck, Holy fuck, Holy fuck” Trudy stammered, her eyes wide and both hands between her legs. “what the fuck was that, im worse off than when I went on break!” She winced, a powerful wave squeezing her bladder. “Im sorry” The woman said, her hands still between her crotch and gurning slightly. “I’ve got to go”, she said, standing up out the door. Running along the windows she suddenly stopped just a few feet from the building. Her legs crossing and bending over, she was clearly still battling her own bladder. Then after a few moments they watched as her black jeans started darkening even more, light reflecting from streams of pee that were soaking through the heavy fabric. A puddle rapidly spreading from her on the pavement as she continued to piss herself. The quantity of drinks she was forced to drink, combined with only a partial pee, weakening her control too much. “I cant hold this” Trudy whimpered, dancing on the spot. “I’ve got to go again.” She continued, grabbing her dress and throwing it back on before rushing out of the door and past the still peeing customer. Michelle didn’t know what her plan was, where could she possibly be going. But picking up her friend’s things including Trudy’s underwear, she bundled them up and went to hide them behind the desk. Sandra hadn’t seen her yet so she might get away with her thinking it was still her lunch break. She definitely owed her that much, there was no way she could have taken that woman’s bladder. Especially if only a partial pee had that much impact on a completely empty one. “I swear if those guys don’t get back soon im going to piss myself like Lacey” Melody said, the group now together behind the main desk. For the first time that day the whole place was empty, the last table thankfully for Sophie not asking to use the facilities before leaving. Looking over at the slightly wider set woman, Michelle could see the large bulge pressing out of Melody. Her bladder like Michelle’s own filled by multiple customers and denied any relief. Now only them and the ever-expanding Lola were left having had no relief all day. Their friends losing control or in Sophies case using Lola. “You can use me if you want too?” Lola offered to Melody, despite the fact she was now clearly sweating and breathing heavily. The weight of her bladder wreaking havoc with her body, yet still she offered to hold more for these guys. “What no! The amount I have in me would be too much for even you at this point. I can hold it.” The purple haired waitress said confidently. Although she wasn’t too sure, her body similarly reacting to the intense need to pee she felt. The effort causing sweat to build on her brow, the purple dye in her hair coming off and turning the roots of her hair a light shade of pink. Thankfully they didn’t have to wait long as just after half past 3 the other waitresses started to walk back in. Their lunch time over and looking far more relieved, they strolled back in to see the remaining 5 bobbing and dancing in desperation. All marvelling at the size of Lola as she still somehow contained the vast ocean of pee from more than a dozen people. “Thank god they are back, I was like 5 minutes from weeing myself” Melody said again, the relief easy to hear in her voice. “Should we go ask Sandra?” Sophie said, her own need quite substantial at this point. “Ask Sandra what?” Came the voice of their boss, despite wearing shoes they swore she somehow moved around silently. “The place is empty and I…We, would really use a break.” Said Michelle, the others nodding in agreement. “Well I suppose since the place is empty I cant see any reason why no…” The sentence was interrupted as the front door swung open, loudly hitting the door stop. “I need a bathroom” A woman yelled, a hand in her crotch. But that wasn’t what got the attention of the waitresses. Outside a storm of red and white striped shirts was swirling around the building, the game in the stadium ending and sending hundreds of fans their way. “No, No, No, No!” Melody shouted, seeing where this was going. As they watched a line formed, quickly stretching out of the door and around the side of the building. Pee dances filled the streets as people waited, not to use the restaurant for what it was designed for but just to pee into them. Apparently there had been no restrooms at the match, now two hours later the supporters were bursting and looking for a way to release themselves of the burden of their bladders. “We cant take this many, its insane!” Melody stated, turning to look at Sandra. “If you want your pay you better take them, as long as they buy something.” Their boss said, walking towards the line. “You cant be serious, there must be like 100 of them.” Michelle said following her closely. “Better get started then. Look, the sooner you deal with them the sooner you can go on break” “Only paying customers” Sandra said loudly to those waiting. “Oh god, ill buy whatever you want. Please just help me” The brunette at the front pleaded with Michelle. “Im holding 6 already, plus my own. I cant take this!” Melody said loudly as Sandra walked away. “I…Ok come with me” Michelle gave in, the pleading and desperate eyes of the woman winning her over. “You….oh my god.” Melody whimpered, giving in to the fact that this was happening, despite her already bulging bladder she would just have to suck it up and take more. “OK, you” she said pointing at a random guy second in the line. “You buying something?” Getting a nod she sighed heavily. “Fine, come this way.” Sitting her customer in the booth Michelle prepared herself, the wild fidgeting of the customer doing nothing for her need. “What can I get you?” she asked. “I, I just need to pee” The woman stammered back. “Im afraid we are only offering it to paying customers, once you order something, I can help you.” Michelle replied calmly, she hated the fact that it had crossed her mind but the longer she took with each customer the less she would have to deal with. But given there were now 8 empty bladders to use, she figured it was only fair. “I’ll have a coffee then” “Ok great. Now take this” she said handing the woman the end of the catheter. “Put that under yourself and then feel free to let go.” Hastily the woman quickly undid her jeans, her light blue panties already displaying a small wet spot from where she had started to leak. Moving her panties to the side rather than pulling them down a river or pee raced out of her, the customer moaning in relief. Michelle’s face straining as she felt another bladders contents being forced into her own. The skin around her mid-section feeling tighter and ripples of what felt like static shocks starting to race across her taught skin. “Ooooh” she breathed out heavily. “Im sorry, I thought there would be toilets at the stadium but they were closed. I’ve been  waiting hours, I would have tried to get back home but its like an hour on the bus and I just know I wouldn’t have made it.” “Its alright” Michelle said, forcing a smile on her face. Soon the building was filled with the moans and groans of the waitresses, many of them hooked up to multiple desperate customers from a line that seemed endless. The sports fans spilling into their establishment and pushing their bladders contents into the tortured women working here. One customer soon became two and then three for Michelle as she felt her body trembling under her demands. The size of her bladder increasing dramatically with each customer that continued to flood into the place. A guttural scream filled the room, “I cant take it” Melody shouted, her whole body shuddering as it seemed to be coming apart at the seams. Her giant bladder currently being filled ruthlessly by 5 men at the same time. Their strong streams flowing down the tubs at some pace into the writhing and grunting purple haired woman. Her face covered in a pained expression as her hands held onto her expanding bladder, trying to hold it together. But it was no use, with a final pained scream it was just too much for her. “I Caaaan’t Hold it” she yelled, a hand reaching down and pulling out the Catheter just as the five guys finished filling her. Almost instantly she exploded, her pent-up piss flying in all directions as her massive bladder emptied itself. The strongest stream of pee any of them had ever seen erupting out of her tortured body, a dozen bladders worth of contents streaming out of her. The relief making her go light headed as she sank onto the cold floor, her legs wide open and the stream arching out of her and racing its way across the floor. A giant puddle starting to form around the sitting woman, apparently to far gone to care about what was happening. She had been pushed far beyond her limit and had reached a physical barrier that she just couldn’t overcome. The litres and hours’ worth of pee spilling out of her at speed. Even after 30 seconds the bulge in her abdomen refused to disappear, however the sight was too much for a number of those in the line. Three women and a man losing control of their bladders. Dark streaks forming on their trousers as they desperately lost the fight for their dignity. Their puddles of pee rapidly spilling out of their trouser legs and flowing over their shoes and onto the floor to join Melody’s. The two men next in line for Melody openly holding themselves, before spotting and joining the Que that had formed next to Lola. Lola was now hooked up by the entrance, sitting with her legs wide open to accommodate the truly gargantuan bladder bulge that was pressing her hips apart. Customers lined up one after another as they peed into the inflated woman, taking their relief and then handing the tube to the next waiting person. Lola’s face and chest were as red as possible, her whole body covered in a layer of sweat as beads of it collected and rolled down her now giant frame. One by one the customers came, ruthlessly pushing more and more piss into her tortured body as she writhed and groaned. She could stop it at any moment, but instead she let them continue to pump her bigger and bigger. Her bladder surpassing that of a 9 month pregnancy for someone her size, her small frame further exaggerating the truly monstrous size of it. Groaning and whimpering her hands held onto the massive organ that was almost hanging off her, Lola s face constantly grimacing as the pain overwhelmed her. Yet still more desperate customers came, grabbing a tube and peeing into her. But the sight of her distended body too much for many of the customers, not wanting to harm her and instead going to another of them or even starting to pee outside. A number of women near the rear of the line losing control and squatting in the street, a river of pee making its way into the nearby drain. Lola’s grunts and moans could be heard through out the building as yet more people filled her up, it was relentless. But there was nothing Michelle or the others could do, their time taken up by their own bladders being filled by lines of customers. Even Melody and Lacey who had wet themselves once already were being hooked up again, the formers large puddle still sitting on the floor. Many of the waitresses looked on the verge of control, multiple customers being hooked up to each and every one of the staff.  Grunts and cries of desperation or pain still echoing around the room from the still desperate customers and waitresses alike. After 10 minutes of this torturous cycle even those that had emptied themselves out at lunch were struggling. Their bladders being maxed out again almost instantly after arriving back at work. But they all knew they would surely have burst if they had not had at least some release. The fact that Lola and Michelle were still holding was a wonder to them. Michelle for her part was nearing the edge of her control, her own bladder now much larger than she could ever remember it being in her life. Those static like shocks she had felt earlier now turning into pulses and forks of brilliant white pain. Shooting around her body from her bladder that was stretched so tight she was starting to think If she touched anything sharp she was going to pop like a water balloon. Looking down she tried to rest a hand on it as the fifth customer finished up using her, but even the slight contact made it contract and pulse wildly. Biting her lip hard she managed to keep her groan quiet instead of yelling out like she really wanted too. This was madness she reminded herself, all this for just some more money. Was it really worth it? But looking over at the giant and panting Lola, it wasn’t just for money any more, it was to help her and the rest of the staff. But thankfully and mercifully as she looked up it seemed that as quickly as the line had formed, it was almost gone. The last few customers hooked up to the waitresses, two more peeing into the groaning Lola while she could see others still peeing against the outside of the building. Then the stillness that was present earlier returned, the whirlwind of fans destroying the place and the waitresses. “How the fuck are you not exploding right now?” Michelle asked the panting Lola, her face contorted with pain and twitching madly. “I….if I move im going to lose it” she whimpered. “I can hold a lot…but this is too, its too much.” She said, panic starting to creep in. “Hold on Lola, Ill go see if any one can take some. You’ve taken in so much for us it’s the least we can do. Just hold on!” Michelle said, leaving the sweating, writhing and whimpering mess of her friend still reclined and stuck in her booth. She knew that if Lola was admitting it, it had to be true. “Girls, I think Lola is really suffering. Do any of you think you can take a bit, just to take the edge off?” “Im pretty full, but maybe a little?” Lacey said. “I don’t think I can, im just too full already. That was like 7 guys each” Another said, the others nodding in agreement. Bulges coming out of each and every one of them as the desperately danced or stood with their legs firmly crossed. “I’ll take some, it’s the least I can do” Came a surprising candidate. Sophie who was still sporting her own bladder bulge stood up, looking far more confident in her abilities. “Fuck it, ill take a little too. She did take a lot for us.” Melody said, walking over and putting an arm around Sophie. With that a couple of others were in, if Sophie could handle it then they could too! Walking over to Lola who now had her hands pressing deeply in her crotch, her legs unable to close due to the sheer size of her distended bladder which was taking up the space between the tops of her thighs. “Hold on Lola, a few of us are going to help.” Michelle said as they one by one hooked themselves up to a new tube. The eight desperate women knew this was the right thing to do, but it was going to make it so much harder for them to hold for themselves. “Ok, you can let go now” Sophie said, the last to be hooked up. “But only a bit, I cant take much more” Lacey and Melody said in agreement. “I can hol…hol…hold it” Lola stammered, her body being shaken to its core by the powerful pulses from her over taxed bladder. “Don’t hurt yourself, you told me the same earlier and Its because of me you are in this position, let us help”. Sophie said, noticing a tear falling from Lola’s eye as the pain became too much. A moment later a dribble of pee entered the tube, not enough to even make it to the others. But gradually as if she was prying the door to her bladders open it picked up speed and after a few seconds a solid stream started to flow into the tube. The eight women attached to her groaning as their already full bladders took the brunt of Lola’s erupting tank. “Ok, ok, ok” Please. That’s all I can take” Lacey begged just a few seconds later, her hands gripping onto the side of the nearby table. “Im stopping, im stopping” Lola said, but the river continued. “Im too full” Melody groaned, her own tired muscles complaining loudly having lost control minutes before. But after just 15 seconds the stream in the tube stopped, Lola somehow regaining control over her titanic bladder. From the outside it seemed that the pee had barely made a dent, her bulge barely reducing if at all. Despite that it seemed to have really helped Lola. She was still breathing heavily, her face and chest red with exertion, but her posture and expression looked far more relaxed now. The opposite of Sophie, whose eyes were wide a she stood unmoving. Breathing heavily through her nose Michelle was worried she was about to loose it too. But somehow, she held on. “What is going on here?” Sandra asked, appearing out of nowhere once again. “We need to go on break, now” Michelle replied, all to aware that the minor relief Lola was feeling would be gone in minutes. The forks of pain in her own bladder transforming into a solid stabbing sensation, causing her to wince. “Well, its only an hour till we close. Seems a bit pointless to let you go now” Her boss said callously. Her apparent disregard for Lola and her’s feelings boiling her blood. Half Michelle’s mind wanted to pin Sandra down and connect her up and let the entire staff empty themselves into their boss who clearly didn’t care about them. She would enjoy watching as the 11 of them filled her up with the dozens of customers worth of piss still coursing through their bladders. “We are going. We are legally owed a lunch break, which we will be taking now.” Michelle said, not taking a no for an answer. Aware of the fact the deep pulses from her bladder getting worse by the moment. She couldn’t imagine what Lola was going through or for that matter what Sophie was going through, the ordinarily pee prone blonde holding far more than she would have thought she would have been able too. “Well, I guess you have been here all day.” Sandra conceded. “Oh thank god” Melody breathed out, her own bladder just as full as it was before the rush of fans despite losing control. “Can you grab these guys things?” Michelle asked Melody, aware that the less the three of them had to move the better. Herself, Sophie and Lola teetering on the edges of control, their bodys trembling and fighting them to ,make them release their bladders. “Yeah sure” Melody said, racing off to the staff room as fast as her full bladder would let her. Returning a few moments later she had a slightly worried look on her face. “I think we might have a problem” ,she said holding up the skin tight leggings Lola had worn to work that day, there was no way they would fit her massively bloated body now. “I picked the wrong day to wear those” Lola half joked. “What are we going to do?” Melody asked, bobbing on the spot as Lola’s leggings flapped in her hand. A dinging noise alerted the group, the front door opening once again as a pair of gruff men walked in. “Hi, sorry to bother you, could we use a bathroom please. You’re the only place still open.” One of them said. Lola’s eyes went wide, she had just filled everyone to capacity, her friends had put their bodies on the line for her. Now there were two more customers, two more bladders to empty. Her breathing became shallow, she was the only one who could do this, the others didn’t have the strength. “Yeah sure” She said standing on shaky legs, getting a worried expression from the two men as they watched the bloated woman stumble towards them. “Are you ok?” he asked “I yeah im fine” Lola said, handing him a catheter. “Uhhhh…” He said looking confused at it. “The water main is out, if you want to…relieve…. yourselves, you can go into me.” Lola shuddered, the momentary rest bite from the others taking her load already gone. “What!” he said dropping the tube. “Sorry, no I mean, the main is fixed. We have been out there all day but the water should have come back on like an hour ago?” He asked as much as said. Now Lola’s eyes were wide for a different reason, relief was at hand if these men were to believed. “Wait, we can pee!” Melody shouted, the other waitresses looking excitedly at each other. “I…uh yeah, so can I use your toilet or…?” He asked, still looking bemused at the room full of naked, bursting women who had seemingly spent the day letting their customers pee into them. “Yeah sure its over there” Lola said pointing towards the men's room. The two engineers walking towards and pushing the door open. As soon as it swung closed a mad dash started, the quiet clunk of the wood like a starting pistol as the dozen women darted for the ladies room. They knew it only had two stalls, it would be a race to see who got their first, unfortunately for Michelle Lola and Sophie, they had found themselves the wrong side of the group. They had been about to go out the door, not to the toilets they had thought were still out of order. “Wait!” A loud voice shouted as the first hands reached the door. Walking out of her office came Sandra. “Lola, Michelle, you should go. You are both the only ones who have managed to last all day without disgracing themselves or using someone else. I think its only fair you both go first and then I guess Sophie and Lacey had better be next.” Looking at each other in disbelief, Lola and Michelle couldn’t believe it. Their boss had actually just done something nice for them. Without wanting to wait for her to change her mind the pair rushed as fast as their bulging bladders would allow them. Sophie helping Lola along the way as the other waitresses stood to the side, letting them past while they danced in line. Opening the door the pair all but fell into the stalls, the doors closing with Sophie waiting outside having helped Lola in. As soon as they sat their aching and abused bodies took over. Powerful streams erupting out of both of them, their speed and ferocity enough to make Michelle worried she was about to break through the ceramic bowl. But after a few seconds all worry’s ebbed away, her distended and giant bladder relaxing as spasms still raced through her tortured body. The pair of them groaning loudly in the absolute pleasure of finally peeing after so long and so much holding. Their groans and moans of pleasure reverberating through their stall and loud enough to enter the main room where the waiting women’s desperate dances only increased in ferocity as a response. Their twin streams continued for some time, but after more than two minutes of pure bliss Michelle was empty. Her aching muscles trembling and burning with a tired energy as if she had been working out. Pins and needs seemingly flowing across her now empty bladder in a sensation she had never felt before. Looking under the cubicle door she could see Sophie's bare feet dancing up and down as she paced around outside the cubicles. Michelle tried to stand but found no strength in her legs, taking a deep breath she pulled herself off the seat. Opening the door she let Sophie push through, sitting on the toilet and letting her own stream out as a new set of moans filled the room. Sophie hated to admit it, but it felt so good to pee! She had never really wanted to push herself to hold more, but after watching everyone hold today and realising that she could hold much more than she thought possible, she was resolute that she would hold more in the future. After just over a minute she too ran dry, all the while Lola had continued to empty out, her heavy and ragged breathing filling the room as she panted. “Oh fuck” Lola said out loud as the sound of splashing water filled the room. “Did you break the toilet?” Sophie asked, flushing her toilet and standing up. “No….I think I filled it.” The end. ---------------------------- I hope you guys enjoyed this story and I did the premise Justice. All feedback is always welcome!
A Jadian and Nico prequel  WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS WETTING AND SEXUAL ACTIVITIES!! This story takes place right after Jadian’s and Aiden’s baseball team short story. Check out my short stories thread to see it and others if you haven't already.😃 The last hour of the bus ride is uneventful, Aiden turned and faced the window the whole time, and Jadian put in his headphones to listen to music. Jadian typed out a text to Aiden. He decided to hand his phone to Aiden instead of sending it, just to be careful that no one could see it, he even wrote it in Notes just so that Aiden couldn’t send it to himself. The note read: Remember that time you invited me over for a sleepover and I said I couldn’t because I didn’t feel good, and then a few weeks later you invited me to sleep over again and I gave you a different reason. Well the real reason is because sometimes I wet the bed. You can’t tell anyone this or nothing. So accidents happen to the best of us. I promise it’s ok. Aiden handed the phone back to Jadian, who typed out a text “when we get off the bus, let’s try to go last. Tie my hoodie around your waist and stay sort of close. I’ll try to help cover your front and the hoodie should cover your back. Ok?” Aiden nodded. Things went according to plan. They got off the bus and stayed close together when it came time to getting their belongings. Just as they were about to start walking in to the hotel, the coach said there had been some changes to room assignments. Several rooms got cancelled so any of the rooms with a pull out couch got a third room mate for the weekend. Jadian and Aiden learned that one of the newer members to the varsity basketball team was former JV player Nico. Jadian had passed Nico a few times said things like “wassup” and stuff in passing but beyond that, neither Jadian or Aiden knew anything about Nico. The coaches did this on purpose, any of the newest players had to get a room with established players. Nico walked over and said, “so I guess we are roomies?” Both Jadian and Aiden sort of rolled their eyes. But shrugged and Aiden said “guess so.” They were given their room keys and told to meet back down stairs in about an hour to go to dinner. They walked up to the elevator and got on. Aiden slyly grabbed at his crotch. The wet fabric was getting uncomfortable. He was very glad he had his better jeans from school to switch back to, and was very thankful his mom insisted on packing a couple of extra pairs of underwear. Aiden hasn’t had an accident and peed himself completely since he was 12 aside from an occasional leak from holding it too long.  The three boys made it to their room. Once they got inside Nico set his stuff down grabbed at his crotch and went straight to the bathroom. Jadian stood there with Aiden and crossed his legs, he didn’t need to go like an emergency, but it was getting there, and hearing Nico’s pee stream splashing in the toilet wasn’t helping. There was a flush and Nico appeared from the bathroom. Jadian asked Nico to go outside and give them a minute. Nico blushed, “can I at least change underwear first?” Jadian raised an eyebrow and looked at Nico’s crotch. While his pants were dark, there was a wet spot. “Why?” Jadian asked. Nico blushed harder. Nico opened his jeans revealing a very wet crotch. Aiden untied the hoodie from around his waist and turned and faced Nico and then turned around. “You too?” Nico asked. Nico grabbed his bag and got a pair of underwear out and started to change in front of the other two. Aiden locked eyes with Jadian, and then turned his attention to Nico and watched him undress. He slipped off a pair of briefs and put on a different pair of CK briefs in heather grey, then put his pants back on and left his wet briefs on the couch next to his bag and went downstairs. “See you guys downstairs” he said as he walked out of the room.  Aiden unbuttoned his jeans, exposing his wet white briefs that were already about half dry. He slid his pants and underwear down at the same time and left them on the floor next to his bed. “I still can’t believe I did that.” Aiden sort of pouted. Jadian walked over and hugged his friend. “Dude don’t feel bad. There is a good chance this bed is going to be wet at least one of the two nights we are here.  It’s something we have little control over. Shit happens.” Jadian gave him a good smack on his butt with a little bit of a sting. “Get dressed and get your dick off my leg.” He joked and broke the hug. “Be glad you’re my friend, I probably would’ve hit someone if it were anyone else.” He laughed and walked to the bathroom to pee. The rest of the day, dinner, the rest of the evening all went pretty well and was uneventful. They had a game in the morning for quarter-finals, that evening for semi-finals, and finals Sunday- if they made it that far, so the coaches tried to have the team back in the hotel and in their rooms by 9. Like planned, Jadian, Aiden, and Nico all arrived back in their room by 8:55. The guys changed and all just wore their underwear to bed, Nico in the grey CK briefs he had to change in to, Aiden ended up putting on a pair of blue CK trunks, and Jadian was still in his white CK trunks.  The boys chatted and carried on small talk about school, girls, social media, and stuff as they got situated. Jadian was the first to go to the bathroom when they got settled and came out with a quarter sized wet spot from putting his junk away too soon. Aiden went in second and was quick to pee and shook good, and didn’t leave a drop. Nico had a drop escape as Aiden was walking out of the bathroom, to the point where he had to grab himself as he kept walking to the toilet so he didn’t leak and get his underwear any more wet. The boys each got in bed, Jadian grabbed the TV remote and turned it on and picked a movie, none of them really paid any attention to the TV as they chatted some more. Things finally quieted down as they got tired, eventually all falling asleep.  At around 3:45am Jadian started having the pee dream. Sometimes he’s able to wake up, and get to the bathroom without a problem. For whatever reason tonight he wasn’t able to wake up. Laying on his back with his dick pointed down, a drop escapes, his white CK trunks absorbed it and it created a little dime sized wet spot. About a minute later a squirt came out, Jadians balls were now wet. Not even 30 seconds later a slow stream started. His balls got warm, then his butt, a small puddle began to form under him. Jadian suddenly woke up and jumped up really quick. He felt so warm and wet. He tripped on the end of Aidens bed trying to run to the bathroom. He lost balance and complete control of his bladder. On his hands and knees, began to completely pee his underwear, soaking the carpet under him. Jadian started crying, partly from a stubbed toe, and partly from having an accident. Aiden woke up from the bed getting hit and the sound of splashing water. Nico managed to sleep through the whole ordeal, which was great for Jadian, because he was super embarrassed. Aiden had seen Jadian in peed in underwear in the locker room on a few occasions after one sport game or another over the last couple of years, but hadn’t seen him have a full on accident.  Aiden could still hear the hissing of pee going through Jadians underwear and the sound of the splattering and got up and pulled Jadian in to a hug. “It’s ok buddy, just let it go” Aiden whispered. As the pee slowed and then stopped, Aiden stood Jadian up and walked him to the bathroom. He glanced over and could see the plate sized wet spot on the bed and went to cover it up once he got Jadian in the bathroom. He grabbed a towel and went over to the carpet and set it over the wet spot and stood on it to help soak up the pee from the carpet.  Jadian walked out of the bathroom naked, with his pee soaked underwear in hand, after taking a quick shower to rinse off. He saw Aiden cleaning up the mess and felt a tear well up in the corner of his eye from the shame. He went and laid down, still naked, on the other side of bed. He felt himself get a boner. He wasn’t sure if it was from his accident, from Aiden, or what. Aiden turned off the light and got back in his bed and whispered goodnight. Jadian kept thinking about the whole thing and began to stroke his dick as quietly as he could. He turned to his side as he felt like he was about to cum and blew his load on top of the pee spot in the bed. He was surprised at how strong and quick he came, and how aroused he was, while not understanding what made him feel that way. He rolled back over on to his back and quickly fell asleep with a satisfied grin on his face.  The morning came and Jadian was the first to wake up, he got up right away because he had a boner and went to grab underwear to put on so that neither of the other boys would see him exposed like that. He grabbed a pair of black Adidas athletic boxerbriefs that he usually would wear for games since they were going to eat breakfast and change for the first round of the tournament. They won the first game, went to lunch and had the last game at 5. The semifinals were a lot closer. They were one of four teams to make it for their division. Unfortunately they lost in overtime.  All of the boys on the team had been staying pretty well hydrated. The bus ride was only about 20 minutes from the venue to the hotel, but long enough for one of the boys in the seat in front of Jadian and Aiden to end up peeing his basketball uniform shorts. There was some laughing since he jumped up and people in surrounding seats saw his blue shorts turn dark. He stood there and peed it all out. Even Jadian and Aiden laughed, Jadian patted him on the back and said “it’s ok dude. It happens to the best of us.”  They arrive at the hotel kind of late, around 10:45, since they stayed to watch the other teams play. Since they didn’t make it to the finals, they didn’t have to get up super early, which was good since most of the boys were pretty wound up and bummed at the same time. The evening was relatively uneventful, Jadian, Niko, and Aiden all got changed and slept in their underwear, each wearing a fresh pair since they showered. Aiden was in black CK trunks, Jadian was in a pair of light blue Hollister trunks, and Nico was in a pair of white CK briefs.  Jadian was the first to fall asleep, which was an unfortunate mistake, he forgot to pee before he went to bed. Nico went pee one last time at around 12:15, and Aiden went pretty much right after him. Both of them crawled in bed and fell asleep not long after.  At 2:15am, the sound of a faint hiss could be heard coming from Jadians bed. No one woke up, including Jadian as he began to pee in his sleep. His face scrunched up as he was dreaming but the more he peed, the more his expression relaxed. As pee pooled under him forming a huge pee puddle, he soaked it all, his underwear, the sheets, the comforter, the mattress cover- all drenched with all of the water from the end of the game and in to the evening. At 7am or so, Nico wakes up and can tell that the room smells like pee, a smell that wasn’t there before. He looks around in the dimly lit room and can see a darker section on Jadians bed, but isn’t sure and goes back to sleep. About 20-30 minutes later Jadian is freezing cold, and wakes up in a shiver. He knows this feeling all too well. He feels his stomach and back are all wet, and he also feels a strong need to pee again. In his frustration with himself, and the fact that the damage was done, he relaxes and begins to feel the pee escape and warm him up.  He reaches his hand in his underwear and begins to stroke his dick as he pees, trying to be as quiet as possible. He quickly gets hard and finished peeing. Jadian’s breathing picked up and he quickly shot a heavy load of cum in his underwear.  He quickly goes from relieved to scared. The sheets above him are heavy and wet. He begins to cry and gets a pair of underwear out of his bag that’s sitting on the end of his bed still. He gets up, runs to the bathroom and turns on the shower. He sends a text to his coach, from the bathroom, asking what he should do. His coach sent a text back while he showered saying “Your Mom told us this might happen, we made arrangements to have both of the beds protected, so the hotel is aware that it might happen. It’s ok. We can talk about it later. Are you ok?” Jadian finishes his shower and towels off, and sees his screen light up as the reminder message popped up saying he had an unread text notification. He reads the text. On one hand he’s mad at his mom, but on the other, he’s relieved. He finally responds “Just got out of the shower. I think so. I’m sorry.” Coach sends a text, “I can assure you, there are plenty of athletes, some twice your age, that wet the bed. We are hard on our bodies, have to stay hydrated, and it was a big day. It’ll be ok. Let me know if you need something.”
You really should have peed before you got on the elevator and now you are deeply regretting it.  The elevator had ground to a halt, short of its ground floor destination, a half hour ago.  You had worked late and just wanted to get out of the office and go home.  You could have peed in the restroom on the way to the elevator, but did not.   Within minutes of your predicament, you picked up the emergency phone and dialed zero, but it just kept ringing.  It is not supposed to do that!  Someone is supposed to answer?!   You turned to the only other occupant in the elevator, an unknown man, who had already been on the elevator when you entered.  You hope he had answers to your WTF moment.  You did not verbalize your question as your look said it all to him.  His response was equally non-verbal.  He just shrugged with a bit of a smirk and offered no words, no solutions, and no help.  What a typical man. You eyed him, as in your rush, you had previously not taken much notice of him.  He was an older man dressed, impecably, in a nice suit.  He had stylish shoes, a short haircut of graying hair, clean cut, blue eyes, and was physically fit in a way that you could notice such a thing under his suit.   Having thus taken a physical inventory of this stranger, your thoughts immediately reverted to your predicament.   It was 7 PM on a Friday.  Your thoughts began to enter the zone of panic.  What if everyone in the building had already gone for the day?  What it they were gone for the entire weekend?!!!  Your bladder took immediate notice and sent pangs of protest.  Your need to find a toilet seems to increase exponentially.  Why, oh why, did not you not visit the toilet!   You picked up the phone and dialed again, expecting a different result.  Still no answer.  You hung up and tried again, and again, and again.  You would have kept up with these fruitless actions, but you were snapped out of this drill by the vocal interruption of the stranger.  You were instantly annoyed by the interruption and then amused by the fact that he had a voice and was suddenly interested and engaged in the predicament.  It was about fucking time!  Unfortunately, his interruption was a disappointment.  He merely said, "it is pointless, they are apparently not answering."   You thought to yourself, " no shit, Shirlock!, do you have a better idea?!"   But, again, you did not vocalize that thought.  Your look said it all.   You both became silent.  He "heard" you and disengaged.   He understood you were in a different place and that you did not wish to be bothered as you problem solved, without his useless interruptions.  You appreciated that he understood your non-verbal communication.   You looked at the ceiling and then you looked around the elevator, taking it all in and taking an inventory of the situation.  Nothing suggests any solution.  You, with your back up against the side of the elevator, slid down the wall into a seated position, in full surrender to the situation.  You did, however, do so in a dignified manner, as you were wearing a skirt, a rather short one.  You were mindful of not flashing anything inappropriate to this stranger.  You decided to fully sit and not squat, so as best to protect any view that may have shot up between your legs.  You crossed your legs, both to double insure the dignity preservation, and... to help manage the growing pressure on your bladder.  In fact, it was not so much that your slide to the floor was a slide of resignation to the situation in so much that it was a bladder preservation move.  It was harder to hold while standing, or so you thought at the moment. The rest of that half hour was spent in silence.  You were deep in thought.  You had pulled out your cell phone.  Your panic increased when you could not get a signal.  You were briefly annoyed that the gentleman, who was still standing, had not reached for his own phone and tried to make a call.  You almost asked him to do so, but immediately seized up the futility and remained silent.   Your thoughts were now interrupted as he spoke.  You were again both annoyed and amused by both his interruption of your thought process and his sudden interest in the predicament.  It was about time!  You flashed all of those thoughts into rapidly displayed facial expressions, landing on one that projected a plea for help.  It was, up until now, a rare showing of vulnerability.  It must have softened him up.   You then exchanged small talk.  Introductions were made.  You found he owned the company that was the tenant on the floor above you.  It was a law firm and it was rare you saw anyone from that office.  It was unlike your office, where there were a number of people present every day.  His office was the third floor, you were the second, and then there was a bank on the ground floor as well as a public lobby.  It was a relatively small office with just three floors, just enough to have this damned elevator, and a set of stairs.  Why, you wondered, did you not just take the stairs!   He related several things over the next 30 minutes.  You took it all in, despite the fact that your increasing urgency did make it hard for you to pay attention.  He did most of the talking, while you mostly listened and concentrated on bladder control.  In fact, as time wore on your answers became shorter and a bit clipped.  You wondered if he noticed.  You became flushed with that thought and then you worried that he might notice that you were flushed.   He seemed oblivious to any signs of your emergency.  You were grateful for that.  You were mortified that he might become aware.  You were grateful for what increasingly became a monologue.  You appreciated the distraction. You learned that he lived in Flordia and rarely came north to go the office.  His partner, who lived local, mostly used the office, as well as another couple of associates and some support staff.  However, they took were largely not in the office.  They had something to do with international trade.  Frankly, it is at that point were you started to tune out to the content he was instantly uttering.   Your mind was in fact was drifting to two different places.  First was your need to pee.  Second, was arousal.  You found the second to be surprising, a bit embarrassing, and a bit naughty.  You found yourself getting turned on by the stranger, by his looks, his self assurance, the smell of his cologne, and his sexy body.  Your thoughts became increasingly naughty as you imagined what sex might be like with this attractive stranger.  Although he was quite self absorbed, your thoughts were taking the upper hand on him.  You began to mentally rape him as he went on and on about his business abroad, the places he had been, etc., etc. He suddenly stopped talking when you moaned.  Your moan was of piss desperation, but maybe more.  You were so lost in your thoughts that you had completely lost track of what he was saying.  He had a quisical look on his face.  You instantly panicked.  Did he now know of your dirty thoughts , your urgent need of a bathroom, or both?!  No, thank goodness.  He immediately repeated his question, revealing both that he remained clueless and self absorbed.  He asked if you to have ever been to Hong Kong.  Your face, however, registered annoyance over his cluelessness and self absorption.  Your thoughts professed rapidly. How could he not know of my urgency?!  He must not know of my urgency!  He is so self absorbed that he does not know of my desire.  He would think I am a slut.  I would be so ashamed.  He must not know.... He took notice.  He asked if you were ok.  How could he not know.  He does not know!  Your relief was fleeting as your need to pee snapped you back to addressing the needs of your bladder.  You leaned forward to help your hold.   Your answer betrayed your plight, not in words but in delivery.  Almost through gritted teeth you said you were fine.  He did not look convinced.  You immediately wished you had delivered that message in a better fashion, but your bodily needs were taking over.  He asked again if something was wrong.  You were in better control of your next answer and the answer after that, as he was not letting his inquiry alone.  He know something was up, damn him.  You both lapsed into quite.  You regretted that new interaction development.  It removed the distraction of his monologue.  It also now subjected you to a level of attention he previously was not giving you.  It made you more apprehensive.  That is not what you needed.  You a stared up at the ceiling and prayed he would find another distraction, or at least launch back into his monologue.  Instead, you knew he was not staring at you.   His stare made any physical movement to contain your bladder impossible.  You began to feel hotter and you were even starting to break out in a sweat.  You removed your jacket and you know became the one to launch into a monologue.  It was a monologue of largely nonsensical subject matter.  It was all a rouse to divert attention, of both of you as to your predicament.   Also, gone, at least for the moment, were your lustful thoughts.  You were so preoccupied in dredging up topics, any topics, to continue the attention diversion rouse, that left you no mental capacity for lust.  The lustful thoughts had helped with your urgency, you noticed.  They did not keep your panties dry as the wetness was not of pee, up until now, at least so you hoped.   Your hope was suddenly dashed as a short spurt of pee escaped.  You immediately stopped talking, to utter a moan.  You twisted your torso.  You resisted the urge to grab yourself, but your right arm did flail a bit.  Most importantly, you kept it to a moan.  This of course led to another string of questions and denials.   You kicked off your high heels.  It was a move to break the silence that developed and to distract.  It also allowed you to rearrange yourself.  You sat on your heal, by bending one of your legs underneath you.  The other leg remained extended.   You tried to remain dignified.  That meant not placing your heal where it was needed the most, applying direct pressure to your panty covered pussy.  No, instead it remained outside and underneath of the skirt that still discreetly covered your now moist panties.  You cursed the fact that you were not now wearing pants, where rhe pressure could be applied better, while still not surrendering your dignity.   You silently cursed your predicament, the sudden silence, and the emerging judgments by the stranger.  Your urgency was through the roof. Sitting on your foot was not enough.  You started to move rhythmically.  Your body was taking over.  It was revealing your need.   You had to fess up.  His next question finally elicited the truth.  You confessed that you urgently needed to pee.   He looked at you with compassion.  He slumped to the floor, himself.  He did so in complete solidarity with your predicament.  His empathy, and more important, lack of adverse judgment, were immediately appreciated.   He offered verbal coaching.  He was mansplaining a bit,  which normally would have been annoying.  He seemed to know quite a bit about how the blader works and how it could be controlled.  He coached you on breathing.  He urged you to rub your thighs as that was a known and effective manner of bladder control.   You submitted to his instructions and it actually helped, at least for a bit.  However, time was not on your side.  You appreciated his help.  He did move closer, in a helpful, non-threatening way.   Most of all you gained a the freedom of relating all that was happening.  It was not much longer until all of the preventive actions were for naught.  Another spurt of pee escaped.  This time, having arrived at both a level of confidence with the stranger, as well as an increased sense of desperation, you reached up under your skirt and crabbed your crotch. You again succeeded in stemming the flow.  Your panties were definitely wet.  Having thus surrendered your dignity, you then decided to save your skirt.  You then hiked up your skirt, so as to prevent any pee from getting on it.   You began to unconsciously rub your panty clad pussy.  He spoke and it suddenly snapped you back into reality.  What were you doing?!!  It did feel good.  You had to pee so bad.   He was looking at you.  Did you detect lust, or was it your imagination?   You glanced at his crotch and immediately confirmed that it was lust.  How could he get turned on by your urgency?!!!  You were both shocked and aroused by the thought.  Or, was he just turned on because there you were massaging your exposed, sexy, cotton panties.   His next words answered your questions.  It was now time for him to make a confession.  He was the one now embarrassed as he relarded, with several apologies, just how sexually aroused it made him to know she need to pee that bad.  He seemed rather disgusted withheld as he related this confession.  You should have been made over the insensitivity and the exploitive reaction to your predicament.  Instead, you both felt sorry for him and aroused that he was aroused.  You said as such, to  his immediate relief.  The lustful look returned to his face. He then, somewhat hesitantly, suggested further "assistance," which would be more effective.  You chuckled over the now revealed, self serving place from where such advice emanated.  He shared that arousal was the best defense and that you should mastrubate.   You did as instructed.  You resumed rubbing your pussy and it did help.  He, meanwhile addressed his own urgencies.  He unzipped his pants and released his penise.  He began stroking it in unison with your rubbing.   You were surprised with how rapidly you were moving to climax.  You did not want to do that!  You knew that edging the orgasm was helping hold your pee.  If you orgasmed, you would certainly pee all over the place!  So you slowed down. Slowing down was not good either.  Another spurt welled up and escaped.  This time it was more significant.  It was much harder to gain control.  But control you did.   The stranger the suggested such an audacious next step, that it took your breath away.  Before you could think too deeply,  he began to execute on the plan, by laying himself on his back, on the floor of the elevator.  You found yourself following his instructions, a bit blindly. He instructed you to stand and to take off your panries, to save what was left of them.  It was difficult for your to stand and another spurt escaped in the process and pee now teickeled down the inside of your thigh.  Your panties were drenched and were no longer an effective barrier.  You slid your panties down and allowed them to drop to the floor.  You stepped out of them.  You immediately groped your pussy to hide it and hold it.   You then grasped and protested the next set of instructions.  He told you to straddle his face.  He instructed you to grind your pussy into his face.  He offered that he would stimulate your pussy with his tongue and that would thwart your urgency.  You protested that it would only serve to cause you to drench his face in pee.  Your protests were only half hearted.  Your urgency and a fair bit of lust were now in charge and any hope of dignity preservation were long cast aside, just like the soaked pantiss that were now waded up on the floor.   He urged you to proceed.  He convinced you not to worry about peeing in his face.  He said he would swallow any that came out.   You did not need much convincing.  You immediately mounted his face.  You did not wish to smother him, so you, basically, squated over his face.  You wanted to mash down on his face, as much as you wished to mass down on your heal earlier, all to stem the tide.  However, you did not mash down on his face and you were soon rewarded with the free movement of his amazing tongue. His tongue immediately went about its work.  His tongue was amazing. He kissed, he nibbled, he stroked your pussy lips with his tongue. Omg, you just wanted to cum.  He was just toying with you.  Omg.  Despite your initial reluctance you did start grinding his face.  You could not resist.  However he regained control with his strong arms grabbing you and controlling you.  He controlled how much pressure you could exert. It felt so good, so fucking good. It was not too long.  You could not fight it anymore.  Your body was wracked with a mind blowing orgasm.  He he managed to lap up all the eminared out of your vagina.   You then were both thrown out of ecstasy as the elevator lurched.  Someone must of heard your screams of ecstasy.  Why did you not think of yelling earlier.  Lol. Both of you immediately got in presentable form as the elevator traveled down.  As the door began to open, you noticed in horror, your soaked panties on the floor.  You immediately scooped them up.   The elevator door open and you dashed to the bathroom, as, amazingly, there was much pee still inside you.  You released your load into the toilet and had another mind blowing orgasm.  You sat there awhile, enjoying the after glow.  When you emerged, he was gone.
It was mid-afternoon and there were hardly any people on the commuter train out of the city.   I boarded and moved to the last car.  It was an older train and had many signs of wear and tear, including the sign that read “rest rooms out of order” I sat down and opened up my paper to read on the long trip home.  I looked up and noticed a young woman sitting across from me.  She and I were the only people in the train coach.  She had on dark cable knit kneesocks, maryjane pumps, a pleated skirt, and a tight sweater, showing some cleavage.  I was aroused as there was something with that outfit that made my heart race with excitement.  However, I contained myself and went back to reading the paper, stealing glances now and again.   She had her legs crossed and her skirt was riding up on her leg.  There is something about this outfit that accentuates the female form of a woman’s legs.  I could not help but to continue to look every now and again.  The woman noticed my looks and smiled back, but she looked nervous and distracted.  She bit her lip and furrowed her brow.  She began to swing and pump her crossed leg.   The train came to a stop and she looked up with a more worried look.  The wait continued for several minutes and then the announcement came, “We are going to be delayed due to an electrical malfunction.  We will keep you advised.”  I heard her whimper.  We made light talk about the delay and the possible cause.  She was most anxious to know how long it would take, while she began to cross and re-cross her legs.   I knew what might be happening and I could barely contain my excitement.   I finally asked, “Are you ok?”  She said, “No, I need to pee like I have never had before.  I had a few beers with my friends at the train station, unaware that the train was about to leave.  I heard it called and raced onto the train, no having had time to pee.  I hoped to be able to pee on board, but, the rest rooms are closed, and now this!!” I moved next to her and put my arm around her to comfort her.  I told her that hopefully they would get the problem fixed soon and that we would be on our way.  She said, “I am almost beyond my limit at this point, there is no way I can make it.”  I told her that she needed to try so that she would not disgrace herself.   I related that she was a grown woman and that she can certainly hold on.  She assured me that she would try as her legs were madly pumping back and forth.  I told her I would help her.  She smiled weakly and thanked me.     Minutes passed and I helped her with breathing exercises.  It was becoming a real team exercise to keep her pee inside.  After a few more minutes she sucked in some air and grabbed her crotch through her skirt.   She quickly moved her hand under her skirt and squeezed the crotch of her panties.    After a while she began to rub her pussy through her panties.  As she did so, her panties came into view, white cotton panties that fit snug over her crotch.  I noticed that she seemed to be getting aroused.  I certainly was very aroused myself.    I massaged her leg calf to ease her pain and tension, while at the same time enjoying the texture of her kneesocks accenting the sweet curvature of her legs.       More minutes passed and she squealed,   “Some came out!  I just squirted into my panties!”  I assured her that we would just have to take extra measures.  I had her rearrange herself.  I sat with my back against the window and had her arrange herself between my legs on the seat, so that the crack of her but nestled against my stiff cock.  I then had her fold her legs underneath herself so that she was sitting on the heal of her shoe, pressing the heal against her pussy to hold in the pee.  I took one of my hands and placed it over her panty covered crotch and squeezed and then began messaging her pussy through her panties.    I rubbed up and down softly and then more firmly.  I felt her clit through her now moist panties and, between strokes, started to toy with it with my fingers.  She was now breathing very heavily and soon more spurts of pee came out.     Even more aggressive measures needed to be taken.       I swung around in front of her and onto the floor.  I reached up under her skirt and pulled down her panties.  “I might as well save what is left of your panties before they become too wet.”     I got between her legs and opened them against her protests, as she clearly wanted to cross them.  I smiled at her and said that I need to dry her very moist pussy.  I moved my face up close to her pussy and gently began to blow on it.  She was moaning and loudly protesting.  She said she could not hold back and that she was going to piss in my face.  I told her that   it would not be a nice thing to do to someone who is trying to help.  Just then another spurt shot out, catching me in the face.  I jokingly said, you naughty girl, I will have to put you over my knee and spank you if you do that again.     With that I said, “I am going to hold in your pee with my tongue and you really have to try hard not to pee on me.  You would not dare piss on my face,  that should help you to hold.  It is mind over matter.”    I moved my tongue over her pee hole, and then slowly traced it up one side of her labia to her clit.  I then moved my tongue down the other side of her labia to her pee hole, I slowly made several circles in this fashion.  She was frantically urging me to stop.  I then increased the pace and then started to flick her pussy with the tip of my tongue.  It was hard to keep my face in place as she was rocking all over the place.  She was panting and at one point grabbed my head and rammed it into her pussy to stem the flow.  She was in quite a state between ecstasy and desperation.      I was loving every minute of it.   I then took two fingers and slipped them up into her pussy.  “I am going to help you hold your bladder from the inside.” I suggested.  She replied, “no, no!!”, all the while moaning and thrashing about.  I curled my fingers inward and started to stroke the back of her distended bladder, while at the same time I sucked on her clit.  It wasn’t long before she exploded pee all over my face, while at the same time having an earth shattering orgasm.     She was, of course, very upset.  I sat next to her and put my arm around her and reassured her that all would be alright.    Luckily most of the damage was relegated to the floor, were it was mostly absorbed into the carptet.  I had already saved her panties from most of the damage.  Her skirt had been hiked up and out of the way of the eruption.  Her kneesocks were quite wet, but, since they were dark, showed no damage.  Her shoes were wet, but I was able to address that.  I took out Kleenex and took of each shoe, and dried each.  I also took some more Kleenex and helped her dry her legs.  I then had her stand up, still with her skirt up and I dabbed her pussy dry.     I then kissed it and said, “I hope you feel better now.”    Her face was still very much flushed, but she said, “I am very embarrassed, that has never happened to me before.”  I said, that no one notices and that I certainly was aroused by the experience myself.  She said, , with a slight smile, “yes, I noticed”        At that point, the train began to lurch forward.  The electrical problem seemed to have been fixed and we were underway.  She slid her panties back on and moved to another seat.  My stop was next and I soon got off.  I winked at her, thanked her for the experience, and said that I hoped to see her on the train again.  She smiled back at me and said she hoped so as well.
Layla is going to work part time in the city She got in the car and drove on the main road. Since it is a main road, traffic is therefore quite congested. After 10 minutes, the car on the road that Layla traveled has no sign of going forward, and the heat from her car because her car's air conditioner is broken. make Layla open a bottle of cold water and drink to cool the body After that, 15 minutes had passed. The car moved not far from where Layla used to be and now she wants to go to the bathroom a little. During her stay at home, she forgot to go to the bathroom before going out. But She can still just ignore it After 10 minutes, her car is now in front of the traffic light, but once again, the heat from her car caused her to open a bottle of cold water and drink again. And she successfully ran through the crossroads, but she felt more like going to the bathroom, but she is still far from her workplace. She started to move her thighs uneasy and began to look for a nearby gas station or bathroom, but there was none. After 5 minutes, the Layla couldn't find a toilet nearby. Now, she pushed one hand into the vagina and squeezed her thighs tightly. Another 20, she will be late for work, and she will not go to the bathroom until Lunch break. After 15 minutes, she has arrived at her place of work and has a gas station on the opposite side, but if she goes now it will be a lot of time. So she thought of being the office bathroom She goes to work and rushes to the bathroom, but her colleagues say that ‘ Oh, Layla. The toilet is now clogged until the repair staff will fix it for another 2-3 hours. ’ Layla couldn't accept the bathroom now and she entered the dressing room and wore the staff uniform, ready to work. She didn't concentrate on the job. She moved from foot to foot until the client noticed the unusual behavior of vava, therefore asked. ‘ Um, are you alright? ’ ' i'm ok ' Layla responded by still moving her feet. Lunch break  Lily, Layla's best friend, invited her to eat outside. Right now, the bathroom is still not being repaired. Lila therefore has to eat with Lily. She has to go out and think of using the restroom from the restaurant. The traffic is jam no different from the morning Layla has crossed her legs all the time since she took Lily's car. ‘ Layla, are you okay? ’ Lily asks Lila, but Lily's appearance looks strange. ‘ I’m…...I'm fine ’ ‘ Are you sure? ’ ‘ Yes i'm Okay ’  Lila replied Lily with her hands still between her legs. 20 minutes passed, the traffic was still the same, and Lily started talking. ‘ The car doesn't move at all. Layla ’ But Layla noticed that Lily looked strange. ‘ Lily, Are you okay. ’ ‘ Arrrr, actually, I haven't been to the bathroom since I went to work today. ’ And Lily doesn't endure anymore She quickly took one hand between the legs and squeezed the thighs. ‘ Layla, do you have some empty bottles? ’ Lily asks Layla. Her legs began to tremble stronger. ‘ I didn't bring it, I drank it and I left it in the car. ’  ‘ So bad So bad So bad  ’  Lily is anxious and finds something that can help her to pee. But nothing can help her  But the heavens have not abandoned  The traffic jams lasted for more than 20 minutes, finally moving.Finally, the Lily people arrive at the restaurant that she brought Layla for service. They hurried out of the car and rushed to the bathroom. But alas, the bathroom they wanted just started cleaning. They can't wait that long. So they hurried to order food to take home. They crossed their legs while waiting for the food. The sound of the water from the tap made them anxiously, and then the food they ordered was finished.  Lily rushed to pick up the food, pay and hurried to get back to work without waiting for the change Now the traffic is back to jam again, Layla squeezing her legs tightly. And Lily leaned his head against the steering wheel  ‘ Oh,it too bad  ’ Layla spoke while she bit a tooth. But Lily didn't respond. Layla then turned to look at Lily and noticed that the golden liquid was pouring in her cushion and pants. ‘ I can't hold it anymore ’ Lily spoke as her tears flowed through her cheeks. Leyla tried everything, including contracting the sphincter muscles, squeezing the thighs and putting her hands between the legs and filling the vagina to prevent pee in Lily's car. The traffic is still jam, but it's noticeably less than on the way to restaurants. But now Lila is tighter. Layla leaked. She felt the moisture of the pants right now. and Layla is not far from the workplace and right now Lily drives to her place of work.Layla hastens to get out of the car, but she must suddenly stop and a warm fluid runs down Layla's legs.  ‘ No no Stop! ’ Her body no longer listened to her orders. The only thing her body is doing right now is to pee out. ‘ I’m Sorry Lily ’ One of Leila's feet was now soaking, and Pee entered slightly into Lily's car. Her pants are wet, but because they are black, it's hard to notice. And both went to work and saw their colleagues standing in front of the bathroom that was fixed  ‘ How long do I have to wait? ’ Female coworker speaking while standing, one thigh is squeezing the vagina. ‘ AH! It leaked. I'll piss myself. ’ Another youngest colleague at work spoke out while her legs began to relax. ‘ Don't just pee out now. Otherwise, we would. ’ She is not a colleague but she is our manager because the office has only one bathroom. Therefore, all employees must use this bathroom, not even our manager. ‘ I'm sorry, Miss . But I can't hold it anymore. ’ Then there was warm water coming out. This colleague made the senior and manager uncomfortable immediately when them saw the liquid flow out. ‘ I also have to apologize to you too, miss .But it's coming out now. Ahhhhh! ’ And the seniors pee out in front of the manager The manager is now more anxious, putting both hands in her vagina and squeezing her thighs more tightly than before. ‘ E…...Excuse me, how long will it take to finish fixing the toilet? ’ The manager asked the plumber while she was squatting and squeezing her own thighs. ‘ Fixing the toilets here is quite difficult. Should be about an hour ’  ‘ H…..Hour!.I couldn't wait for that time. ’ The manager probably thinks that if this continues, she will absolutely piss herself after her staff.The manager then looked for a place where she could pee, and she looked at the counter and then she ran to the back of the counter to go to pee, but her pee had already slipped from her vagina.The manager then slapped her skirt up but didn't pull her underwear and stockings down, probably because she didn't have time to pull it down and she peeed out through her underwear and stockings. ‘ Haaaaaaaaa ’ The manager seemed to be relieved and the manager told us that ‘ Today you can go home. I closed the shop one day. ’ And we all got in the car and returned home, I got in the car and took off all my bottom clothes until I saw my vagina And put the clothes on the driver's side cushion Got home Layla then put the wet pants in the laundry basket and into the room and rest.
So, I've had this story up on AO3 for years now and I decided the people of this community might enjoy it. WARNING: watersports, scat, and repacking ahead. Very graphic. Anyway, here goes. Umbridge’s Shitty Detention By: Finnian Siog Monday Harry had detention with Umbridge every day that week. The first day he had to use a bloodquil, writing “I must not tell lies” over and over for hours. He couldn’t even get up to use the loo. He tried several times to ask if he could be excused, but Umbridge just tilted her head, blinked, and smiled. Every time she would say: “Get back to work, Mr. Potter,” in a sickly sweet voice. Harry managed to hold it until his detention was over. That was the best detention he would have that week. <> <> <> Tuesday On Tuesday he tried to go to the bathroom before his detention, but was held back by Professor McGonagall, who wanted to discuss his plans for his future. Ever since Umbridge told her that Harry would never be an Auror, she was making it her life's goal to make sure he would be. This left no time to use the bathroom as he just made it in time for his detention. The first half of his detention was exactly the same as the last. Harry opened up the wounds on his hand with every line he wrote. Eventually his bladder demanded attention again. He held it for two hours before he was shifting uncomfortably in his seat. Umbridge definitely noticed, but didn’t say anything. In fact Harry could see a small smile on her lips. After another thirty minutes, Harry got up. He couldn’t take it anymore. He was sweating with the effort it took to hold in his piss. “Hem hem, Mr. Potter. Please take your seat. We are not yet done tonight,” she said, motioning for him to sit down. “I can’t! I can’t hold it anymore!” Harry screamed as he ran for the door. He didn’t care if he got a whole month's worth of detentions. He had to go to the bathroom now! Right before he turned the handle, that toad of a teacher put up a locking charm. Harry turned the handle in desperation, but it wouldn’t give. Suddenly, without his permission, his bladder burst and he could feel warm piss running down his legs, pooling on the flower-patterned carpeted floor. He could also feel unwanted tears streaming down his cheeks. He couldn’t turn around. He couldn’t face Umbridge with piss soaking into his clothes. Umbridge walked to the other side of her desk, toward Harry’s back and placed her big hands on his shoulders. She turned him around to face her. “My my, Mr. Potter. what a blatant show of disrespect,” she said, smiling down at him. “Do you pee your pants in detentions with your other Professors? Should I ask them?” “NO! I don’t I swear! I- I just really had to use the loo. I couldn’t hold it. Don’t- don’t tell anyone. Please,” Harry pleaded. He knew Umbridge. It wasn’t just a threat. She would tell if he didn’t apologize. “I promise I won’t complain anymore. And- and I won’t talk about Vol- I won’t tell lies about You-Know-Who being back.” Umbridge raised one eyebrow. “Well, I suppose we can get back to your punishment, if you promise to be good-” “I will!” Harry interjected. “But we’ll have to change your punishment a bit. Hmm, first why don’t you remove those wet clothes so we can get started?” Harry gratefully removed his outer robe, but hesitated at his trousers. Umbridge lost patience and just pulled them down along with his underwear. “Now, step out of them and put this on. I’m sorry but it’s the only uniform I have at the moment.” Umbridge held out a girls' uniform skirt, no underwear. “Can’t I just cast scorgify on my clothes?” “This is part of your punishment. Now put that on or would you rather walk around in the nude, you little pervert?” Harry took the skirt and put it on. It was too small and barely covered his bum and penis. Umbridge then told Harry to get on his hands and knees and transfigured his chair into a small desk with legs only a foot in height. She placed it on the floor next to Harry and put a piece of paper and a different bloodquil on top of it. “Now write ‘I will not pee my pants’.” Harry did not want that scared on his hand, but Umbridge’s smile told Harry he didn’t have a choice. He put quill to paper and began writing. He was surprised that he felt no new wound opening on his hand. Instead, a searing pain was beginning on his left bum cheek. “Ah! Ow!” He couldn’t help but holler. He kept writing anyway. He briefly thought about telling Dumbledore. If forcing a student to scarify his hand was against school rules, this must be illegal. But he didn’t want to give that bitch the satisfaction of knowing she'd gotten to him. The punishment continued until Umbridge declared his detention over for the night. “Uh, uh, Mr. Potter. Leave those on,” Umbridge admonished when Harry tried to take off the skirt she had given him. “I want you to wear that all day tomorrow, and no underwear. We wouldn’t want you making a mess of another pair, now would we?” She said, blinking at him. Harry had no choice but to keep them on. He put on his cloak and did up every clasp so nobody would be able to tell that Harry Potter was wearing a skirt. He walked back to his dorm trying not to rub the sore scar on his backside. <> <> <> Wednesday The next day was worse. His humiliation started even before his detention. He had to wear the skirt under his robes all day. When anyone asked him why it was clasped tight, he told them he was just cold. Just before he went to his detention, he relieved himself in the bathroom. When he made it to Umbridge’s office, she immediately told him to take off his cloak. Harry did so reluctantly. She then told him to have a seat at her desk and poured him some tea. Harry didn’t think much of it and drank it down. “Now, Mr. Potter, what have we learned yesterday and the night before?” Umbridge asked in her too-sweet voice. “That I must not tell lies and, umm... not pee my pants, ma'am.” “Very good. Can I see how the lessons are sinking in?” She asked. Harry showed her the scar on his hand. “Show me your bum now.” Harry got up, turned around, and lifted his skirt to show the scar on his left bum cheek. “Hmm, I think that one hasn’t sunk in enough. Why don’t you get on the floor like yesterday,” she said before transfiguring the chair and bringing Harry a piece of parchment and the bloodquill. Harry started to write and his wounds reopened. After a while Harry’s stomach was becoming unsettled. He started rubbing it when it made gurgling noises. Not only that, but he had drunk all the tea Umbridge had given him and now he had to go again. Why would she give him tea if she wasn’t going to let him use the bathroom? Harry knew that he had to at least try. Harry raised his hand. “Yes?” She asked after a good two minutes. In the most polite way possible, Harry asked, “Professor, I don’t want to be rude and I know I’m not supposed to ask, but I’m afraid I really can’t hold it. I don’t just have to pee this time and I really want to avoid making any kind of mess on your beautiful carpet. May I please be excused for a minute to use the bathroom? I’ll come right back and finish my lines after I’m done.” Umbridge just looked at him for a while and asked, “You said you didn’t just need to pee. What else were you planning on doing in there? I know your sort Mr. Potter. You want to leave so you can meet up with your little friends in the bathroom, don’t you? Well, I’m not going to allow that.” “No! No, I didn’t mean it like that. I need to, umm, you know…number two,” he tried. Umbridge just continued to stare. Harry thought it must be a muggle phrase so he tried again, as embarrassing as it was. “I need to…poop, Ma’am.” “And why didn’t you go before coming here?” “I, er, didn’t have to go then.” It was true. His stomach only started hurting a few minutes ago, seemingly out of nowhere. Umbridge sighed. “Get back to your lines Mr. Potter. I’m not going to allow you to skip out on my detention.” Harry turned around and started writing again, he had no choice. After about thirty minutes of shaking and holding his bladder, nature took over and released it for him. Harry screamed “Proffessor!” but it was too late. Piss flowed from his peehole onto the carpet below him, creating a big wet spot. When it turned into a slow trickle and stopped, Harry put his head on his hands and cried on the miniature desk. He didn’t hear her approach, but suddenly he was pushed back by big strong hands. He landed on his back on the clean part of the carpet. Umbridge took out her wand and spelled the piss out of the carpet and into a small glass cup. She looked mad, no... livid. Harry had never seen her look like that before. She had always been smiling. “You filthy little boy! How dare you pee in my office a second time. Is this how you treat your other professors? Do you make a mess of their rooms? I will not put up with this disrespect!” She took a few deep breaths to compose herself and her smile was back. In the sweetest voice he had ever heard her use, she said, “Well, it seems you really haven’t let the message sink in. Maybe something else will.” She grabbed the cup of his piss in her hand and brought it over to him. “If you’re going to treat my office like a toilet, I’m going to treat you like a toilet. Here, put this back where it came from.” Harry was in shock. He didn’t know what to do. Suddenly Umbridge was on top of him. She grabbed his chin and forced his jaw open. She emptied the contents of the cup in Harry’s mouth and quickly closed it. It. Was. Disgusting. Harry was gagging. He tried to get the toad off him, but she wouldn’t budge. “Now be a good toilet and swallow down your own filth.” When he didn’t, she plugged his nose. Harry swallowed. She immediately let him go. Harry got on all fours and started dry heaving. “No, no, none of that. If you throw up, it’ll just be put back in again,” she threatened. Harry managed to keep it down, but just barely. Suddenly Harry’s stomach was making noise again. He knew it was going to happen and couldn’t stop it. Harry continued to sob as liquid shit started coming out his ass. That was followed by a few big logs, then a little more liquid shit. When it was all over, Harry was only able to get out an “I-I’m sorry” through his snot and tears. “Maybe I really should make you a toilet,” Umbridge said after a few minutes. “If you go about making messes like this every day, it’s only right that you should clean them,” she said before putting on some rubber gloves. “I don’t even know why I’m helping you with this. It should be your responsibility by now.” Umbridge kneeled down and took one of Harry’s solid logs in her hand. “Now let’s put this back in the toilet”. She took the hand that wasn’t holding the turd and spread Harry’s messy butt cheeks. She then placed the log at Harry’s entrance and pushed it inside. She pushed it until it was fully enclosed within the boy. Then she grabbed another and pushed that in too. Harry was not mentally present anymore. He knew what was happening, could feel the poop being repacked inside his hole, but he didn’t stop it. He couldn’t believe it was happening. He had drunk his own piss and now his own shit was being forced back inside him. If anyone had told him that this was how he was going to spend his detention, he would have laughed. He wasn’t laughing now. After she was done, she turned Harry around to face the rest of the mess he left. All that remained was the liquid shit that was destroying the flower-patterned carpet. She looked him in the eyes and demanded he lick it up as best he could. Without thinking, Harry stuck out his tongue, preparing to lap up the brown and the little chunks sticking to the carpet. When his tongue touched the liquid shit however, he recoiled, and was pulled out of his daze. “Oh no, don’t you dare!” Umbrige said, grabbing hold of Harry’s hair and pushing his face in his own mess. “I told you to lick it up!” When Harry completely refused, Umbridge grabbed hold of his tongue with her still shit-covered glove and forced it on the dirty carpet, moving it this way and that until it got as much as it could of the mess. The taste was the worst part. Shit tastes just like it smells: disgusting. It was so bitter and the smell was making Harry gag again. When Umbridge thought Harry was done, she let go of him. Harry tried not to throw up. It was a challenge, but be really didn’t want to have to eat that too. Umbridge got up and took off her gloves and spelled the carpet clean. She also spelled his face clean. “Now I hope you’ve learned your lesson tonight. Why don’t you tell me what you’ve learned?” “Um, today I learned not to, um, not to make a mess in your office,” he said, trying to stop crying. He really couldn't help it. He was so humiliated. “Not just my office, but everywhere. People are supposed to relieve themselves on the toilet and nowhere else. That’s why I’ve turned you into a toilet, because apparently you need one everywhere you go. It’s disgraceful.” Harry looked at the floor. He had really had to go. He had never done that before. He had no idea why he had suddenly needed to use the loo in the middle of detention when he had already gone earlier. It didn't make sense and he was ashamed. Umbridge told him that he could leave. When he went to put on his cloak, she stopped him. “No, I think I’ll have you walk back up to Gryffindor tower in that skirt that you’ve messed. Everyone will be able to tell that you’re a filthy little boy who goes to the bathroom anywhere he wants” “No! No, please!” “Oh hush, it’s past curfew. If everyone is following the rules, no one will even see you.” And that was the end of it. She wouldn’t let him get another word in. Harry rushed from the room in his too-small and poop smeared skirt and quickly made his way to the nearest bathroom where he vomited almost immediately into the first toilet he saw. The contents were brown and yellow with little brown chunks. Just looking at it made him throw up two more times and when he had nothing left inside, he dry heaved for a good minute. He wiped his mouth with toilet paper and flushed. Then he sat on the toilet. He still had to go thanks to the toad stuffing three logs of shit back up inside him. They came out easy at least. When he was done he flushed that too and washed his hands. And his mouth again. And then again. And then a third time. He washed it out as best he could, but he could still taste shit. He then quickly made his way back to his dorm only having to hide once. Malfoy and a few other members of the Inquisitorial Squad were patrolling the corridor and Harry had to duck out of sight and take the long way back. He made it to his dorm without any further problems. Before going to bed he took off the skirt, spelled it clean, along with the mess on his butt, then brushed his teeth for about ten minutes. His mouth was never going to feel clean again. <> <> <> Thursday Harry woke up and immediately brushed his teeth. He was worried that everyone was going to smell shit on his breath from the night before. He also clasped every part of his cloak to hide his skirt again today. His day was pretty ordinary apart from him going to the bathroom after each lesson. He didn’t want to take any chances that he might have an accident in his detention that evening. After going to the bathroom a fourth time that day, Hermione and Ron were concerned. While walking to the transfiguration classroom, Hermione finally spoke up. “Harry, are you alright?” She asked. “Uh, yeah. I think I ate something bad at breakfast this morning or something,” he replied. “Maybe you should see Madam Pomfrey, mate,” Ron said, taking a bite out of a chocolate frog. “No, I think I’ll be alright. How did you do on your Charms exam?” And the rest of the day went on as normally as any other. That is of course until Harry went to his detention later that day. Immediately after he opened the door, he saw his little desk was already set up with paper and bloodquill. “Please remove your cloak and keel on the carpet by the desk” Umbridge said, smiling sweetly. Harry did as he was told and was about to write the same phrase as yesterday when Umbridge stopped him. “I think we can move on from that. Let’s try ‘I will not poop in public’.” Then, “Yes, very good,” when he started to write. He could feel this scar appear on his right butt cheek. How was he ever going to hide these scars? Could he remove them with magic or were they like the one on his forehead? Was he going to have these embarrassing phrases etched onto his skin for all time? How was he ever going to have a relationship with anyone if they could see his bum like this? They’d think he was a weirdo, a complete freak, or someone unable to control his bodily functions. Harry wrote lines for two hours. Eventually Umbridge told him to stop and asked if he would like some tea or biscuits. Harry refused. He thankfully did not need to go to the loo and didn’t want anything disturbing that. “All right then,” Umbridge said. She looked a little annoyed, but set him back to his task. She gave him a new piece of paper and a new bloodquill. This time she told him to write ‘I am a toilet’. The scar appeared above his bum like a tramp stamp. After writing the phrase about fifty times she stopped him again. “I want you to remove the rest of your clothing.” She said it almost as if she were lost in her thoughts and musing aloud. Harry looked up at her. She looked back at him. “Go on” was all she needed to say before Harry complied. He started with his skirt since the toad had already seen his bum. Then he undid his tie and removed his shirt. When she just stared at him, he took off his trainers and socks too. She told him to bring her the quill and paper, which he did. He was embarrassed to show the woman his front as Aunt Petunia was the only other woman who had ever seen his penis. He tried to cover his genitals as much as possible as he did what she asked. “Now lay down on the carpet” She commanded. Harry lay down on his back, hands over his penis and balls. “Close your eyes”. He did everything she said. He didn’t want to be punished like last night. He heard the shuffling of clothes. He felt a warmth like someone was really close by. Then there was a sound. He heard it before he smelled it, but the moment it hit his nostrils, his eyes flew open and he tried to jerk away. Umbridge’s giant ass was in his face. So close to his face that her hole was right above his nose. She held his head in place with one of her strong beefy hands and let out another putrid fart. “N-no, No! Stop!” He tried to scream. “If you want to be a dirty toilet so bad, you might as well service more than just yourself. This is what filthy little boys like you deserve,” She said, letting out another fart right into Harry’s mouth. Harry tried to push her away, but she was too strong. “Now lick my asshole. You’re going to clean me up nice and proper, and if you don’t,” She grabbed hold of Harry’s balls in one of her big hands and gave a warning squeeze. Harry gasped. “I’m going to crush these.” Harry stuck out his tongue and swiped it up, licking over the toad’s wrinkled hole. It tasted gross. Did she even wipe after using the bathroom? He kept licking up and around her asshole until she told him to stick his tongue inside. “Inside?” “Yes, Mr. Potter. You need to clean me thoroughly. Please take out your tongue and lick inside my hole to make it nice and clean.” “But what about your-“ “I assure you, you have bigger worries,” she said, giving his balls another squeeze. Harry stuck his tongue in her hole. If he thought the outside of her ass was bad, the inside tasted completely of shit. He pushed his tongue in as far as he could until he reached a block, no, a shit. There was a shit in her hole. It was pushing back his tongue. He pulled out his tongue all the way and out came part of the turd too. Umbridge grunted. “Okay, open that mouth of yours. I’m going to deposit this log where it belongs.” When he didn’t, she gave a particularly nasty pull to his balls. “Please, please don’t! I won’t poop my pants anymore, I promise. I went to the bathroom after each lesson today so I wouldn’t make a mess in your office,” Harry tried. Umbridge just twisted his balls and Harry screamed. He opened his mouth. The turd came out slowly. Inch by inch. It was going to be a big one. Harry couldn’t escape the smell. “Lick it as it comes out. Suck on it like it was your mum’s tit. Come on you filthy little pervert!” Harry put his lips around the turd that was inching out of the toad’s hole and licked. He licked it like it was a lollipop. He tried to pretend that the turd was a candy, like the ones he got in Hogsmead. It didn’t work. The taste and smell worked against him and made him want to vomit. Once the whole turd was in his mouth, Umbridge stood up to look at him. “Chew and swallow,” she said. Harry tried. There was so much. “Do you need help? A drink to wash it down?” Harry nodded quickly, gratefully. “Alright then.” She squatted down over his face. A stream of piss hit Harry’s glasses and Umbridge repositioned herself so that it landed mostly in his open shit-filled mouth. Harry tried to close his mouth as piss sprinkled down on him. Umbridge held his head steady. When she was done, she got up again and put on her tights and pulled down her skirt. Harry was finishing up the poop. “Now Mr. Potter, what do you say? Come on, I just gave you a treat, now what do you say?” She didn’t expect him to say- “Say thank you! It’s only polite. I didn’t have to use you. I have a bathroom connected to this office that I could have used. But no, I decided to give the toilet in front of me a special treat. Say it!” She said pulling out her wand. “Th-thank you,” Harry said in a small voice. “No, no, no. Where were you raised? It’s ‘thank you Professor Umbridge’, now try again.” “Thank you Professor Umbridge.” “For what?” “Thank you Professor Umbridge for feeding me your- your poop.” “And?” “And pee.” “Yes, well, I thought you deserved a treat for not going on my carpet like yesterday. Though you do seem ungrateful. Oh well, why don’t you finish your lines,” she said before going back to her desk. Harry did his lines for another hour and with Harry’s back turned to his work; he didn’t see Umbridge place a quick curse on him. A few minutes later Harry felt a turd coming out of his ass. Harry didn’t even know he had to use the bathroom. His sphincter muscles were putting up no resistance as he tried to hold it. It just slowly slipped out. Then another. He looked over at Umbridge. She was looking over student essays, not paying him any attention. What if he didn’t tell her? If he just took his wand and cleaned up the mess on the floor real quietly, she would never have to know. He decided it was worth a shot. He slowly put down the quill and picked up his wand that was on the small desk. He held it pointing to the floor and was just about to whisper the spell when Umbridge said, “What’s that smell?” “I think it’s my breath ma’am, you know, from earlier.” He hoped she didn’t look at the floor. She got up out of her chair. Shit. She walked over to where he keeled. “What is that, boy?” “I’m sorry,” he said. He knew he was screwed. “Do you want to be punished? Was it a lie when you said you had already gone to the bathroom, or are you just incontinent?” “It was true, I swear! I have no idea why this is happening!” “I know why this is happening. You are a dirty little boy, Harry Potter. And you need me to teach you a lesson. You are a pervert who likes to disgrace himself in front of people. You wanted to poop in my office so that you could be punished for it. It wasn’t enough for you to eat my excrement; you want to eat your own tonight as well!” “No, no, no, please no!” “Yes, you do. Well I have a better idea. If you like to eat poop so much I’ll let you eat poop from my Inquisitional Squad. Maybe that will satisfy you enough and you won’t act up during these detentions.” “No, please! I promise not to do it again” Harry pleaded. “But first,” Umbridge waved her wand and transfigured a disposable diaper from a handkerchief. “I think you really do need this” Harry was not going to wear a diaper. He wasn’t! He didn’t know why he had just crapped himself in Umbridge’s office, but a diaper? Hell no. That is until Umbridge grabbed his balls and he started crying. She told him to lie down on his back and she lifted up his legs in one of her hands. She placed the diaper beneath him. She wiped his bum with a wet wipe and powdered him with baby powder. Shen then fastened the diaper and charmed it so he couldn’t take it off. She got up and examined her work. “Yes. I think you’ll learn your lesson this time,” she said, right before there was a knock at the door. “Come in,” she said in her sweetest voice. The door opened and in came a small group of students led by Draco Malfoy. The blond stopped in his tracks. His eyes bulged and he smiled. He couldn’t believe the school’s little golden boy was kneeling on the floor in a diaper. If only the Creevey boy was here to take a picture. Umbridge ushered them in and closed the door behind them. That’s when they smelled it. “Ew, what’s that smell?” Malfoy asked. “Gross!” said a girl, pointing to a few turds on the floor by a small desk. “Who shat on the floor?” Asked another boy. “Hem, hem,” Umbridge began. “As you can all see, Mr. Potter seems to like defecating in my rooms during his detentions. He says he can’t help it so I gave him a diaper. I know the real reason. Mr. potter is a dirty little pervert who likes to relieve himself in other people’s rooms and eat it. He likes to drink pee and eat poop. I thought that if you boys and girls could indulge Mr. Potter for a bit, he could concentrate better and we could get back to his detention. What do you say?” “Eww he does what?” Said one of the girls with her hand clamped tight on her nose. Draco stepped toward Harry. “So you like eating shit, do you Potter?” “No, Malfoy I don’t! That woman is insane!” Harry explained. “Hmm, I don’t think I believe you with that diaper wrapped around your waste and your shit on the floor” Draco said, sneering down at Harry. He undid his belt and let his trousers and boxers fall to the floor. He stepped out of them and walked up to where Harry knelt. “Why don’t you open that mouth Potty so I can give you a drink?” “Fuck off, Malfoy!” Suddenly Umbridge pulled Harry up by his ear and kicked him in the balls. Harry screamed and cradled his tender ball sack. He fell back to the floor in a fetal position and his eyes teared up. “You will not use such language with me, Mr. Potter!” Proclaimed Umbridge with her hands on her hips. “Now kneel in front of your little friend here and drink down his pee for him.” Harry had no choice. He got to his knees and opened his mouth, glaring at Malfoy the whole time. Malfoy shoved his penis in his mouth and pissed down Harry’s throat. “Ahh, yeah Potter. It does seem like you’re good for something after all. You make a very fine toilet, if a tad angry.” The others laughed at the blonde’s joke. Harry blushed, tears stinging his eyes. Malfoy pulled out and shook the last few drops on Harry’s face before moving aside so Crabbe and Goyle could have a turn. Crabbe stuck his dick in Harry’s mouth first, leaving Goyle without anywhere to pee. “Hey, his mouth’s taken!” Goyle stupidly observed. “What about there?” Malfoy asked, pointing to Harry’s diaper clad bottom and looking at Professor Umbridge with as much innocence as he could muster. “Well, I guess you could pee in there. It’s already filthy anyhow. You’ll need to remove his diaper though” she mused. Malfoy got on his knees and undid the straps holding Harry’s diaper together. Harry tried to stop him, but with a look from Umbridge, he allowed his diaper to be removed. “Alright Goyle, you can piss in there,” Malfoy said. “Huh, where?” “In that hole,” Malfoy said, pointing to Harry’s asscrack. “His mouth is already taken, so why not use that one?” “Oh. Can I really?” Goyle looked suddenly surprised. He’d probably never had his giant dick in anyone before. The girls were too scared that his beer can sized cock would tear their little pussies. “Yeah, sure. Go for it,” Malfoy egged. When Goyle pulled down his trousers and underwear, Harry got a real good look at the Slythirin’s package. Harry tried to scream “No!” but Crabbe’s prick was still inside his mouth and he was concentrating on swallowing at the moment. Even so he tried to squirm away from the big member. Malfoy had to hold on to him so he couldn’t escape. He even spread Harry’s cheeks apart for his friend. Someone else spelled lube inside his hole so Goyle wouldn’t be hurt by his unprepared tightness. Goyle placed his giant penis at the entrance to Harry’s hole and pushed. Harry pushed Crabbe away from him and screamed. The rest of Crabbe’s piss streamed down Harry’s hair and face as he tried to dislodge the dick from inside him. It hurt so much that he could tell he was bleeding. Goyle just kept thrusting inside. Harry could feel the big lug’s penis grow bigger with each thrust. At least he didn’t last long. Three minutes and it was over. Goyle stilled and came. Harry had both piss and tears streaming down his face. Another person had taken Crabbe’s place and was pissing down his throat. Goyle pulled out with a pop and pink cum seeped from his hole and made an even bigger mess on the floor. “Hey buddy, you’re supposed to piss in him, not cum!” Malfoy laughed. “It felt so good that I got hard. I couldn’t pee with a hard-on,” he said right before he shoved his dick back in and relieved himself inside Harry’s previously virgin hole. When he pulled out some other guy shoved his in. None of the other’s had dick’s as big as Goyle, so Harry just had to kneel there and take it. Following Goyle’s lead, all the boys came inside Harry before they pissed. “Hey, what does that say Potter? You still poop and pee your pants?” Malfoy asked, pointing out the scarification on Harry’s backside. “It even says you’re a toilet! Oh man, the wizarding world is doomed if they have a toilet as their savior,” he laughed. After almost everyone had peed inside Harry one way or another, Malfoy had an even better idea. “Professor Umbridge?” he asked. “Yes, dear?” “You said he also likes to eat poop too, right?” “NO! Malfoy no!” Harry pled. “Yes, Mr. Potter is a dirty little pervert who would be happy to eat your poop I’m sure,” Umbridge said, giving Harry’s balls a warning squeeze. “Oh great, ‘cus you see I’ve had to use the loo all day,” he said smiling. “Don’t you all?” he asked the group. “Hell yeah!” said one boy. “Oh god you mean he’s going to eat our shit? Like, do we sit on his face or something?” asked Pansy. “If you want, he can even clean out your hole with his tongue,” Umbridge declared. “Mr. Potter, please lie down on the carpet like yesterday.” “Please Professor,” Harry tried. “Now!” Harry lied down on his back on the carpet while they fought over who should be first to take a crap in his mouth. “I’m going first, obviously,” said Malfoy. “I just said I hadn’t gone all day.” “But you were the first to pee in his mouth!” said Blaise. “Let a girl go first this time!” demanded Pansy. “Now children, everyone will get a turn to use the toilet. But since Mr. Malfoy here is the leader of the Inquisitional Squad, he gets to go first.” Umbridge smiled at them all. Harry just wished it were over already. Malfoy got on top of Harry and slowly lowered his butt down toward Harry’s face. “This should have been your place from the very beginning Potter. Don’t feel so high and mighty now do you? You better lick me real good or the whole bloody school will be finding out about your little toilet training,” the blond whispered. He sat down on Harry’s face, asshole right over his mouth and farted. “Eww, why are boy’s so gross?” asked Pansy. “Hush!” said one of the others. Harry tentatively licked up his rival’s ass crack. When he found his hole, he swirled his tongue around it. “Yeah, now lick inside,” Malfoy directed. Harry stuck his tongue inside the other boy’s hole and thrust in and out; fucking him with his tongue. “Enjoying that a bit much, are we Potty? Knew you loved this stuff,” said Malfoy. Harry couldn’t respond, but wished he could punch him square in the nose. Malfoy’s ass was putrid. Better cleaned than Umbridge’s was, but tasting of shit none the less. Harry was going to have to brush his teeth with bleach after this. After a while, Harry could feel a turd push his tongue out of Malfoy’s ass. It came out slowly and pushed its way into Harry’s mouth. Malfoy was looking underneath him, watching Harry eat his shit. It turned the blond on and he started masturbating while Harry tried to chew the turds that were still being deposited inside his mouth. There was so much he couldn’t keep up and some shit landed on his cheek and chin. “Don’t you dare waste that boy’s poop! You are going to eat every last bite!” screamed Umbridge. “Oh man, look at all that shit he’s eating,” one boy said to another. “I just wish it didn’t stink so bad,” said Pansy. “Yeah like yours smells any better,” Malfoy joked with her. When he was done, Malfoy told him to lick his hole again to get it clean and Harry did. “I guess we don’t need toilet paper anymore,” he said. “Alright, that’s enough. Let someone else have a turn” Pansy said climbing on top of Harry’s face as Malfoy got up. Harry had just finished swallowing down Malfoy’s and now another turd was being shat in his mouth. “Please stop, it tastes gross and it smells!” Harry tried to yell , mouth clogged with shit. “Oh it does?” Pansy asked. “You shouldn’t tell a girl that something that came out of her body smells. In fact this is probably the closest you’ve ever gotten to action with a girl. You should be grateful to eat my shit and sniff it.” She paused, thinking up something evil. “Hey, I have an idea. Professor?” “Yes Miss. Parkingson?” “Do you have a rubber glove I could borrow?” “Yes dear,” she said, handing the girl who was currently squatting over the Boy-Who-Lived a glove. “Thank you, ma’am.” “What are you going to do?” Crabbe asked. “Since Potter doesn’t appreciate the smell of my poop, I’m going to allow him ample time to change his mind.” She Pushed out another squishy turd and, with the glove on, took up a piece and pushed it in Harry’s right nostril. “Ah that’s gross, stop it!” cried Harry. Pansy took another piece and shoved it in Harry’s other nostril. She then took more and kept pushing it inside Harry’s nose, squishy chunk after squishy chunk. “Ow stop, it’s starting to hurt now!” He said as the girl’s shit was being pushed further into his nasal passages, sliding past the delicate skin there. She didn’t stop until his nose was completely clogged up. Once she saw shit start to appear in the back of his throat from his nasal passage above, she stopped. “There, now shit will be all you can smell, be grateful it was mine,” she said, getting up. Harry could really smell the shit now and it hurt his nose too. His nostrals were so clogged up that he had to breathe through his mouth. He wanted to vomit really bad but was afraid of having to eat that too. “I guess it’s my turn,” said Blaise. “I don’t really want to use that disgusting mouth of his though.” “Why don’t you deposit your waste in his other hole?” asked Umbridge. “You mean we can put shit up his asshole?” “He’s already had his own shoved back up in a previous detention,” She mentioned. “Alright, then can I have some gloves? This is going to get messy,” he said, grinning down at Harry. Umbridge gave him the gloves and the students rolled Harry onto his front and put him in a doggy style pose. Malfoy spread his cheeks again, getting Harry ready for his other friend. “Wait,” said Blaise. “Why don’t we put him in this position instead?” Blaise moved Harry so he was once again on his back, but with his butt in the air and his feet by his head. “Why?” Goyle asked. “Here, Draco take some gloves and put your fingers in his ass,” Blaise directed. “Okay,” Malfoy complied, waiting to see how this would go. Blaise told him to put three fingers of each hand up to the second knucle in Harry’s ass. “Alright, now try stretching his hole apart with your fingers.” “Ah, Ow ow stop! That hurts!” Harry screamed. “Now Crabbe, put some gloves on and do the same thing.” Blaise positioned Crabbe’s fingers so they were holding onto a different part of the ring of Harry’s sphincter. “Alright, now both of you, stretch his hole nice and wide.” “AAaahh! It hurts, it’s going to tear! You’re going to tear my asshole!” Harry was sobbing. His ass was facing straight up and the tips of these fingers were stretching the ring around his hole further than it could possibly stretch. “Oh geez Potter, way to be a drama queen!” Pansy joked. “Haha, after this his hole will never go back to normal. He’ll have to wear diapers for real!” Malfoy laughed. Everyone started laughing. Umbridge even gave a chuckle. “Okay, great. Keep him like that,” Blaise said. He removed his pants and underwear and sat on top of Harry’s bum and Malfoy and Goyle’s fingers. His hole was directly above Harry’s stretched out one. “Alright let’s see if this toilet works,” he said, before slowly releasing a turd. It made it’s way out of his ass and into Harry’s open hole. “Sorry Potter, I had some corn at dinner. This may be a bit bumpy,” he said as the turd slid into Harry’s hole a little and stopped. Blaise released the rest of the turd and climbed down. “Hmm, it only made it past the opening,” Malfoy observed, watching part of his friend’s shit rest on Harry’s butt cheek. “Keep holding his hole open. I’m going to push the rest in,” Blaise said. He had an idea. He transfigured one of the legs of the nearest chair into a plunger. “There we go.” “Haha, nice!” said Goyle. “You going to plunge his hole?” Asked Crabbe. “Actually, I’m going to take the stick part and shove that shit in our little Golden Boy’s hole,” he said before holding the plunger upside down and pushing it into Harry’s hole with some of his own shit. It didn’t work the way he thought it would, the shit wasn’t being pushed in the way it was supposed to, so he put the plunger down. “Well, I guess I’ll just have to use my hands,” he said. Blaise held some of the turd, the part that stuck out of Harry’s hole, in his gloved hand and pushed his fist inside Harry’s ass. “OOOWWWwwww! AAAhhhh! Stop, it’s too big! Take your hand out!” “Holy shit! You’re fisting him? I want to try!” Malfoy said. That’s what started it. They all took turns holding Harry’s hole open and fisting shit into Harry’s ass. They all kept messing into their gloved hands and fisting that shit inside Harry’s rectum. Harry could feel each turd, each fist rather, as it entered. Harry was worried that his hole would never go back to normal. Would he really need to wear diapers? Wasn’t there a spell to fix this? Would he even have the courage to go to Madam Pomfrey when this was all over? He doubted it. “Hey Goyle, hold still,” Malfoy suddenly said, pointing his wand at the boy. He cast the spell and Goyle suddenly rushed toward harry’s mouth. He sat down on Harry’s face and made it just in time, before liquid shit began squirting out his ass and into Harry’s surprised mouth. “What was that?” Pansy asked. “Diarrhea curse,” Malfoy said, proudly. “I’ve been planning on using it on Potty here, but being here tonight had given me a better idea.” “Fuck off Draco!” Goyle cried as he groaned over Harry’s mouth, releasing an ungodly amount of brown liquid inside the boy. Harry fought to swallow it all down, gagging more than a few times. Everyone continued shoving handfuls of shit up Harry’s ass, until it was getting hard to put anymore in. Harry’s ass was packed. They let go of Harry’s hole and Goyle got up off Harry’s face, finally done. Harry’s face looked like a mess and his ass cheeks were painted with shit. There was an end of a turd sticking out of Harry’s hole. He smelled bad. Worse than a landfill, worse that the sewer. Harry Potter stunk to high heavens. “You think we can fit any more in there?” Malfoy asked no one in particular. “I don’t think so,” answered Pansy. “Hmm,” Blaise thought. He waved his wand and an image of the human body appeared. “I want to be a mediwizard, so I’ve been doing some studying, and I think we should be able to fit some more shit inside him,” he said, looking at the diagram. “A mediwizard? Really Blaise?” Malfoy jibbed. “Shove off Draco,” Blaise said. “See this?” He said pointing to the diagram. “This is the rectum. That’s where we’ve been Shoving in shit. But this, up here is the colon. I think if we try hard enough, we could get past that barrier and get shit all the way up into his large intestine.” “Wow mate, you’re evil,” said Crabbe. “Guys please; it’s not supposed to go there!” Harry screamed. “What the hell are you talking about Potter, you’re a toilet! Of course shit’s supposed to go there!” Malfoy laughed. Goyle tried fisting Harry’s hole again, harder this time. “Ow, ow!” Harry screamed. “It’s not budging,” said Goyle. “We need to try something else,” said Blaise. “Hem, hem” Umbridge said. She had been watching quietly from behind her desk for a while now. She had enjoyed every second of the punishment her students had inflicted on the boy up to this point. “Why don’t you stretch the entrance of his colon with magic? I know of a spell that is used to stretch tiny rubber bands around large scrolls and parcels. Should I give it a try on his colon?” “Yeah, that might work,” considered Blaise. Umbridge pointed her wand at Harry’s body, where his colon should be and said “Flexilis proten!” Harry suddenly made a long screeching noise unlike anything they’d heard from him thus far. It lasted a while, then the boy’s eyes rolled up into his head and he passed out. “Well, it seems I tore some of the delicate membrane of his colon. Ah well, we’ll fix it later. For now, let’s see if we can get some poop up inside there, now that it’s stretched.” Umbridge casted enervate at the limp body of Harry potter. Harry was suddenly awake and suddenly screaming again. He was dying, he just knew it. Something ripped inside of him. His colon had been ripped open. Goyle started pushing his giant fist in Harry’s hole and the large amount of shit started moving. “It’s working!” he said. It was a very slow process, but steadily shit moved past his colon and into his large intestine. It hurt so much. Harry hoped he wouldn’t get an infection. Crabbe had to put up a silencing spell around his mouth because he couldn’t stop screaming. After a while, they began putting more shit in his hole, as the shit that was in his rectum was being pushed inside his intestine. When the shit reached its second barrier they stopped. “You think we can get it inside his small intestine?” Someone asked. “It might be too small,” said Blaise. “I think we better stop there,” declared Umbridge. We don’t want to do too much damage. I don’t think Blaise and I would be able to mend a ripped small intestine.” “You mean I can help heal him?” Blaise asked. “Well, you are studying to be a mediwizard. Why not start now? How do you think you should go about mending his colon?” She asked. “Umm, I guess usually a pain reliever potion would be first, but, well…can we skip that one? I mean he’s still in his detention?” Blaise asked. Harry groaned. Someone had taken away the silencing charm when he had calmed down a bit. “Actually, I was going to suggest we not use one. Thank you for bringing that up. Now, what next?” She asked. “Hmm…how about an intestinal healing potion?” Blaise asked. “Try it. I have all the potions we need right here. I’ve been inspecting the mediwitche’s inventory.” She gave him a small bottle with the potion he asked for. She didn’t correct him in his assumption though. She had also studied in the medical field for a while before working for the ministry. She knew that there was also a potion that would heal a colon specifically. The potion she gave him wouldn’t heal the boy entirely. Blaise fed the potion to Harry and asked how he felt. “It still hurts,” Harry cried. “But did it work?” He asked Umbridge. “Well, it doesn’t appear that it fixed it completely. What else should you do?” She asked. “Umm, how about a cauterizing potion? It might seal the wound closed?” “NO! NO! NO!” Harry yelled. He did not want his colon being hurt any more than it already has. “Alright, let’s give that a go,” she said, handing him the potion. “This is usually used for wounds on the outside of the body, so we are going to need to alter the potion slightly so it knows where we want healed. You are going to point your want at the potion and say ‘rip in colon’.” Blaise did as she said and fed that one to Harry as well. Everyone watched as Harry began writhing on the carpet beneath him. He squirmed this way and that, screaming all the while. Harry was being burnt from the inside. The potion had found his colon and now it was on fire. Harry blacked out again. Harry woke up a few minutes later to someone pissing on his face. None of it got in his nose though, as that was already plugged up with shit. He could still feel the burn on his colon, but it was a dull ache now. “Okay boys and girls, I think that’s enough for tonight. Why don’t you all do up his diaper and put on your clothes” she finally announced. Harry couldn’t believe it. He was so relieved. “What detention is he on? How many more does he have left?” Malfoy asked, hopeful. “He’s had detention all week. Tomorrows Friday, it’s his last one,” she said. “I was planning on having you students come up here again tomorrow to use this toilet after classes are over. Would you like that?” “Why does it have to be only after classes? Regular toilets don’t get a break, why should Potter?” Malfoy asked. “Yeah, you could keep him set up all day tomorrow and we could come up here to relieve ourselves in between classes and during breaks, like we do in the lavatories,” added Blaise. “Well, it would be a good last reminder to Mr. Potter…hmm, I do have the authority to pull him from classes for the day. Alright boys, I’ll allow it. But first please remember that none of what we have done here tonight leaves this room. If the whole school were to find out about Mr. Potter’s tendencies, well I’m afraid he would scare the other children.” “I promise not to tell a soul,” Malfoy lied. Everybody started saying similar sentiments. Harry knew the truth. Malfoy and his gang wouldn’t be able to help themselves. They’d spill the beans to anyone who would listen. Everyone would listen. It’s so hard to keep a secret in this place. The whole school will not only find out that he pooped his pants in detention, but that he has been acting as a toilet for Umbridge’s little do-gooders. Everybody worked on putting Harry’s diaper back on. When they finished powdering and diapering, they stood up. Harry stood up too. “Now Mr. Potter, I want you here at seven in the morning sharp so that you can help these students relieve themselves after breakfast." “Yeah Potter, we’re going to apparate our waste directly into your stomach tomorrow. We’ll see how big we can make it,” said Malfoy. “Haha, he’ll be pregnant with a shit baby!” laughed Pansy. As the group left, Malfoy thought of something. He quickly spun around to look at Harry and kicked him in the balls as hard as he could. Harry dropped to the floor, cradling his balls and pissed himself. “You really never learn, do you Mr. Potter?” Umbridge said in her sweetest voice. The students all laughed as they walked out of her office. They all couldn’t wait for tomorrow when they could torment their toilet again. Edited July 18, 2020 by Finnian_Siog (see edit history)
More or less based on Episode 7 of the Yuru Camp anime. Thanks to @Imouto Bouquet for proofreading. -- It was a cold, clear day at Lake Shibire, and the vivid blue of the sky was reflected in the still waters of the nearby lake as two members of the Outdoors Club carted their supplies along the dirt path to their campsite. “They say that a few hours after midnight the spirit of a bull oni will rise out of the lake!” Nadeshiko recited from whatever urban legend site she was reading today. “Sure it will,” Rin said with a sigh. “Just keep your eyes on the path, we’re almost there.” Just a few steps later, as they came around a group of trees, the campground spread out before them, the scattered trees and patches of grass all commanded an amazing view across the still waters of the lake to the far side of the caldera. A small number of more permanent structures were dotted across the area, but just one of the campsites appeared to be occupied. “Only one other tent.” She pumped her fist in satisfaction. “The place is practically ours.” “S-so there’s almost no one here, and no street lights? Isn’t that just making it too easy for the spirit?” her friend’s voice shook slightly as she spoke. “It’s just an urban legend,” she said, brushing her hair out of her eyes. “Just go to bed early if you’re so worried about it.” “Ah, I hadn’t thought of that.” With a grin, the pink-haired girl went sprinting off down the path. “It’s all ours!” “She really isn’t that bright, is she?” Rin muttered quietly to herself. -- Once the girls had pitched their tents, Nadeshiko set off to explore the campground and take pictures while Rin chose to prepare the fire for cooking dinner and read. The nearly empty structures were interesting enough, but the views of the lake were what truly drew Nadeshiko’s attention. The vivid yellows and oranges of the trees provided a sharp contrast to the clear blue of the sky as they both reflected off the still, nearly mirror surface of the water. As she tried to get closer to the shoreline, the smell of cooking vegetables wafted to her from the larger tent that they had spotted earlier. ‘If we’re the only other people here, maybe I should go and say hi to our neighbors.’ she thought as she wandered over towards the tent, her boots crunching quietly on the gravel beach. “Ah, hello?” As she walked around to the front of the tent she saw an array of fancy tools arranged across a table and a slender, short-haired woman standing over it.. ‘Oohh, veteran campers,’ she thought. “Hi there, are you staying in those tents down the shore?” the woman asked, gesturing with her head, her hands occupied as she diced vegetables. “Ah, yes. We’re just here for the night.” As her eyes scanned over the table’s contents, she spotted the tent’s other occupant, glasses, longer hair, and a worrying number of bottles obscuring her face. ‘Ah, I wonder if they’re camping as a couple. How cute!’ “Anyway, I just wanted to say hi. It was nice to meet you!” she called as she left, intending to both give them some privacy and to see how the fire was coming along. Ah, she could almost imagine the taste of freshly cooked meat already, the thought driving her on as she jogged across the campground. Rin was having a significantly less pleasant time than her friend. Her initial plan of starting a bundle of tinder and setting the coals on top resulted in a few wisps of smoke before being smothered. ‘Maybe it just needs more to light properly?’ she thought, setting the coals back up with twice as much tinder. A match set it alight, and she returned to her book, confident that she would have a fire soon. By the time Nadeshiko returned to camp, it was clear that Rin’s confidence was misplaced; the first thing she noticed was an aura of gloom, with her friend hunched over the still cold fire at its center. “Why. Why isn’t it lighting? There isn’t even any tinder left,” She muttered, barely aware of anything else happening around her. ‘Ah, she’s definitely upset,’ Not having a fire probably wasn’t a life or death situation here, but those dreams of fresh meat were slipping further and further away. There had to be some other way of lighting it. As the other girl fiddled with the lighter, pitting her own stubbornness against their own refusal to light, Nadeshiko had an idea. There was a veteran camper just down the shore she could ask, right? A quick jog and hurried explanation later, she returned with their camping neighbor. “Rin, look, I found an expert!” The sound of her friend’s excited voice finally pulled Rin’s attention away from the increasingly annoying firepit. “H-hi,” the somewhat confused expert greeted her, before glancing at the fire. “I’m Ryouko, I’m staying at the campsite down the path.” “Oh, um, nice to meet you. I’m Rin. I’m very sorry for how my friend’s been acting,” she said with a small bow. “It’s fine, don’t worry about it. She said you were having some trouble with the fire?” Rin gestured to the not-so-fiery pit and shifted to the side, leaving enough space for another person. “Ah, charcoal can be a little tricky to light.” After squatting down next to Rin and picking up the tongs, Ryouko placed another brick into the fire before crushing it into smaller, gravel sized pieces. “Breaking it apart can make it easier to light, and gives you a bed of coals to set the rest on top of.” With the application of a lighter and a firestarter, the crumbled black pebbles began to flare with orange light before fading to a gentle red glow. “That should be good enough to get the rest started,” she said, stacking the rest of the charcoal back on top. “Ah, thank you,” A genuinely grateful Rin said. “Not to interrupt, but who’s that over there?” Nadeshiko asked, pointing a gloved hand at a figure wrapped up against the cold, stumbling towards the lake. “Who?” Ryouko asked, glancing in the indicated direction. “Oh, not again. That’s my sister.” Cupping her hands around her mouth, she yelled to the figure in the distance. “Minami!” “Ah, camping with family is nice.” Rin poked at the charcoal as she spoke. Ryouko worriedly glanced between the fire and her sister as she got closer and closer to the water. “I think we can handle this from here. Thank you for your help,” Rin said, gesturing towards the lake as she continued fanning the coals. “Sure, no problem. Feel free to come by later and chat if you want to,” Ryouko called over her shoulder as she jogged off to intercept her wayward sister. “Do you think she’s trying to go swimming?” Nadeshiko wondered, watching the two sisters. “I really hope not, it’s dangerous this time of year.” Her friend continued poking at the fire. Off in the distance, the elder sister reached the lake before the younger woman could catch up to her, just standing there with her feet apart. ‘That’s odd, is she just trying to get a better look at something?’ Nadeshiko wondered. Suddenly, and prompting a yelp from her sister that was audible even across the campground, the older woman tugged her pants and underwear down to her knees. “Rin! Rin, look!” Nadeshiko shook her friend’s shoulder a bit too vigorously. “Stop that, what’s going on-” Rin’s eyes barely even widened at the sight. “An exhibitionist?” As if to answer her question, a jet of urine began to pour from between the suspected exhibitionist’s legs, the droplets sparkling in the light visible even at a distance, before splashing into the still waters of the lake. Even from across the campground and covered by her coat, it was easy to tell just how relieved she felt as she sighed with relief. Not long after she’d started peeing her sister caught up with her, pulling off her own coat and holding it up to try to shield her from view. “Nadeshiko, we probably shouldn’t be watching that.” Color rose in Rin’s cheeks as she noticed her status as a voyeur. “Wow… I didn’t think women could do that,” Nadeshiko said with a sense of wonder before tearing her eyes away and focusing again on the fire. -- “Uugh, my head hurts,” Minami mumbled, slumped over the table. “I keep telling you that you need to stay hydrated when drinking.” Her sister sighed as she placed a cup of water in front of her. “Drink that before anything else.” “Fine,” she grumbled, perking up quickly as the smell of the finally finished food wafted across the table as her sister served up their dinner.. “I really worry about your future as a teacher sometimes, sis.” As she spoke, she carefully set a plate in between the bottles and cans strewn across her sister’s side of the table. “Rude. I was really popular as a student teacher,” she mumbled from behind her beer. “Excuse me.” “Good evening!” A pair of higher pitched voices called from the tent’s entrance.  “We wanted to thank you for your help earlier. Would you like some of the food we made?” “Oh, it’s you two,” Ryouko responded, seeing the two highschoolers. “It looks wonderful.” “Pardon the intrusion, we’ll head back now,” Rin said, setting the bowls of soup on the table. “Ah, before you go, please take some of this with you.” She gestured to the pot of jambalaya. “I made a bit more than we need.” “Ah, it smells so good.” Nadeshiko leaned over the pot, taking in the heady, heavily spiced smell. “Are you sure?” Rin asked with a bit of trepidation. “Of course, of course,” Ryouko responded, just as a thump from deeper in the tent drew everyone’s attention back to the other occupant.  “Oi, kids!” she shouted, holding up the bottle of rum she’d just banged against the table. “Take this with you!” “Please ignore her,” Ryouko quickly said, moving between them. “She’s just drunk.” “R-right. Thank you for the food,” “Thank you!” the two chorused before setting off into the dark for their own camp. As the two left the ring of light around the campsite, the sisters settled in to eat. “Mmm, it’s so good,” Minami said through a mouthful of food. “It is. They’re good kids, aren’t they?” Ryouko said, taking a sip of the soup. “They said they’re highschoolers, imagine if they turn out to be students at your school.” As she drew a breath to make a response, the older woman froze in place as a shiver went up her spine. As any seasoned drinker knows, after that first visit to the toilet, or the lake in her case, you just can never hold on for as long and just keep needing to run to the bathroom. Putting her food back on the table, she began the struggle to get to her feet to go and deal with her looming problem. “Minami, where are you going?” As innocuous as the question sounded, a clear danger lurked in those words. “Gotta pee,” she mumbled. Maybe it was that overall numbness, maybe it was just poor judgement, but it certainly felt like her growing need had come out of nowhere to start prodding her poor bladder into ruining her only pair of warm pants. “You aren’t going to try to go in the lake again, are you?” The already cold air seemed to take on a further chill, making Minami shiver. “N-no.”  “Well, it won’t be a problem if I go with you to the bathrooms then,” she said, picking her coat up from the back of her chair and pulling it on. “I’m not a kid, I’m older than you.” The surly schoolteacher sulked as the two of them walked down the path to the campground’s bathrooms, side by side as the older sister swayed slightly on her feet. “Which is exactly why you shouldn’t be peeing in the lake, especially when there are other people around.” Ryouko put out a hand to steady her sister as she made a particularly strong lurch to one side. “Honestly, you’re lucky the two of them didn’t mind or lodge a complaint with the office.” -- “Hey, Rin.” The other pair of campers sat by the glowing remnants of their fire, all of their food eaten and the coals burned down to low embers. “Hmm.” Rin’s nose remained firmly buried in her book. “Well, you didn’t seem very surprised when that woman peed in the lake earlier,” Nadeshiko asked with a questioning tone. “I was surprised she did it that publicly. Just going standing up isn’t that rare though.” Her shrug was barely visible through the pile of blankets draped over her shoulders. “Ah, okay. So, wait, does that mean you’ve seen other people do that? Is it some secret thing that I just never learned because I grew up in the country?” The pink-haired girl seemed to get more worked up as she continued. “It’s not that common, but it’s not like I ask everyone I meet whether they know how,” she said defensively, before continuing a bit more quietly. “I only really know how because it’s useful for camping sometimes.” “Oh, that does make sense. Everything really does come back to camping for you, doesn’t it?” A much calmer Nadeshiko said, nodding as if she was spouting some sage wisdom. “Leaving that aside, it’s getting a bit late. We should probably get to bed soon.” As she spoke, Rin stood up and brushed her clothes back into place. “I’ll go get some water to douse the fire.” “Fiiiine, sleep does sound good,” Nadeshiko said through a yawn, before suddenly perking up. “Oh, what if you showed me how to pee the fire out? We’d be catching two birds with one stone that way!” “No way.” The darker haired girl immediately shot it down. “It’s way too easy to get burned. Besides, it smells awful.” “So you’ve tried it then? What was it like? Did you actually have enough to put the fire out?” The pink-haired girl seemed like she was about to burst with questions. “N-no comment,” she said, turning away to hide the blush on her cheeks and walking off to retrieve the less embarrassing kind of water. “Have fun with the bull spirit.” “Rin, wait! Don’t leave me alone with it!” Nadeshiko yelped as she rushed to join her friend. Once the fire had been put out in the safer, more conventional way and the remaining food was packed away, the pair retreated to their tents to change and get some much-needed rest. Nearly as soon as her head had touched the pillow, Nadeshiko was out like a light and within a few minutes she was gently snoring away. For Rin, sleep was proving a bit more difficult to come by. When camping by herself, the rustling of the trees and the sounds of animals were enough to lull her to sleep, but adding another person complicated things. The small sounds of fabric shifting and breathing that didn’t match her own movements were distracting and seemed to keep startling her awake. It would take some getting used to, but that was a small price to pay for companionship. As long as she tried to focus on the sounds of the wind, that second set of movements seemed to blend into the background and soon enough, her eyelids began to feel heavy. “Hey, Nadeshiko?” she called into the quiet air, not quite expecting a response. “Thanks for inviting me to come camping with you.”  She’d have to find some way of saying it when her friend was awake, but a small smile still spread across her face as she drifted off to sleep. -- As she snored away, apparently peacefully, Nadeshiko was having a fairly odd dream; she was at school, but in place of any of her usual teachers, Rin was standing at the front of the classroom in a pantsuit and heavy-framed glasses. Adding to the weirdness, she was the only student in the room and everything written on the board looked like formulas to somehow describe how a stream of pee would fly. ‘That’s odd, I didn’t think Rin needed glasses,’ she thought. “Nadeshiko, please demonstrate the correct way to pee on a campfire for the class.” As if she had somehow sensed that sliver of doubt, the questionably qualified teacher picked that exact moment to call on her pupil. “Eh? Uh, I-I’m not sure how, I’m sorry, please call on someone else.” Nadeshiko stuttered, feeling her face heat up and willing the ground to swallow her up. As she tried to figure out some way of diverting attention from herself, she suddenly noticed a surge of pressure between her legs. “Honestly, you’ve had a week to study the material,” Rin chastised her hopeless student. “How do you expect to graduate with that attitude? Get up here and give it your best attempt.” As she spoke, she tapped one foot on the dirt floor. ‘Wait, dirt?’ As Nadeshiko stood up and gingerly made her way to her teacher, trying not to jostle her bladder, she noticed that the desks around her had become trees, and as she approached the place the lectern had been, she now saw a low, smoldering fire. “What are you waiting for? Pants down, get to it.” “R-right.” As Nadeshiko pulled down her pajamas, she was pleasantly surprised not to feel the stinging cold on her skin. She faced the small bed of coals, tilted her pelvis slightly up and… nothing. However badly it had felt like she’d needed to pee earlier, it stubbornly chose to remain inside. ‘Ah, this is bad. If I can’t go now, I’m going to fail!’ she thought, trying to draw on that need she’d felt just a little while before, trying to push anything she could out and into a stream. With a bit more effort, a stream began to fly out and into the fire, but for some reason she couldn’t feel any of the usual sensations she’d associate with relief, just a warm breeze caressing the area around her pelvis.  Nadeshiko grumbled a little as she opened her eyes, finding a dark tent instead of the familiar walls of her bedroom as she lay on her front. Why did dreams always have to end just when they were getting to the good part? For that matter, she was still supposed to have a few months left before she started having stress dreams about exams and graduation! ‘At least that nice warm feeling is still there,’ she thought, relaxing back into the comfortable sprawl she’d been sleeping in; the cool fabric of her pillow against her cheek, the gentle weight of the sleeping bag over her shoulders, and that slight wetness against her stomach… wait a minute . Rolling over and pulling back the covers was a slower, more complicated process in a sleeping bag than it would in her normal bed, but after a bit of fumbling with the zipper, she had a clear sense of what had happened. There wasn’t any mistaking the source of the quickly cooling wetness on the front of her pajamas or the sharp pressure between her legs and feeling of liquid shifting inside her whenever she moved. Rolling onto her side seemed to help, her body was no longer pressing its weight directly onto the slight bulge her bladder made under her skin, but it still took a significant effort to hold back the flood of pee trying to make its way out. She knew that it would only get worse the longer she tried to ignore it and this wasn’t quite a disaster yet; she hadn’t let any more leaks out now that she was awake and her sleeping bag didn’t feel particularly wet. As long as she could get to the bathrooms soon, very soon, she’d be able to get out of this with just a change of pants. As she was girding herself to get to her feet, a low sound carried across the camp, almost like the call of… a bull. Her bladder didn’t seem to appreciate the shiver that went up her spine, and a few small drops leaked into her already damp underwear. That was a setback, but not an impossible challenge. All she had to do was wait until morning, and then sprint for the bathrooms the instant the sun was above the horizon. She could make it, she was a high schooler after all, she just needed to wait… 4 more hours. As she felt the muscles surrounding her bladder tightening in pulses, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to manage 4 minutes. Maybe just wetting the bed wouldn’t be so bad? She was going to have to wash the sleeping bag anyway and it would be so easy to just relax and let everything flow out, the warm puddle spreading inside her little cocoon. ‘No, no way! Big sis would kill me if I peed in her sleeping bag,’ she told herself. Biting her lip and tensing every muscle she could seemed to hold back the tide, but imagining what it would be like to pee wasn’t helping her situation at all. Waiting until morning simply wasn’t an option, peeing in her tent wasn’t either. If she stayed close to the tent she could make sure the spirit had as little time to catch her as possible, but what if the noise woke up Rin and she saw her peeing? She’d never want to go camping together again! As she agonized over her lack of options, one that probably should have been obvious earlier came to mind; it was a bit embarrassing, but she could ask her friend to help her face the possible spirit. She was pretty sure a grumpy Rin would be a match for anything out there after all. Crawling to the exit of the tent wasn’t particularly comfortable, but it was a small enough change in posture for her bladder to stay quiet. As she stood up, and then squatted down to put on her boots though, it made its displeasure known; the combination of a sudden shift between rising and falling, followed immediately by a position she often used for peeing had it thoroughly convinced that this was the proper time to empty. As she felt her pee rushing towards freedom, she tried to sit on her right heel, the extra pressure just barely enough to avoid soaking herself. After a few deep breaths, her body seemed to be used to the new position and she quickly began pulling on her boots. With them on, a flashlight in one hand and the other pressed firmly between her legs, she oh-so-carefully stood up, trying to move as smoothly as she would when carrying a glass filled to the very brim. She hadn’t been able to see it in the dark, but as she took the few steps to her friend’s tent, it became clear that there was a slightly wet patch on the heel of her right sock now.  “Rin. Rin!” she hissed, hoping that the other girl wasn’t too deeply asleep. “Mmmf, what do you want, it’s not morning yet.” A slurred grumble answered from inside the tent. “I-I need to go to the bathroom.” The tension was clear in her voice as she held her slightly wet thighs together and shifted her weight back and forth, one toe tapping against the hard dirt of the campsite. “Then go.” The sounds of fabric shifting hinted at Rin rolling over and trying to fall back asleep. “I can’t go alone! The bull spirit would eat me!” the pink-haired girl cried. Standing outside of her tent like this, the cold night air was quickly sapping any remaining warmth from her pants and the newly chilly wetness wasn’t helping her efforts to hold at all. “It’s just an urban legend. Besides, how would a spirit eat you?”  “Eating my soul wouldn’t be any better!” As desperate as she was, she just couldn’t bring herself to head off down the dark path alone. Just to drive the point home, another of those low calls echoed from the woods, and a small dribble leaked from her as she jumped, spreading a small patch of warmth through her underwear again. “Did you hear that? It’s really out there!” It was becoming increasingly clear to Rin that she wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep until this was dealt with. On top of her friend’s panicking, the pressure she’d felt between her legs when she’d been woken up was getting harder to ignore. She could probably still wait until morning if she had to, but it was uncomfortable enough that she wouldn’t be able to fall asleep easily. As long as she went along with Nadeshiko, she would be able to deal with both distractions at the same time. All she had to do was get out of her cozy sleeping bag and go out into the cold.. “Fine. Just give me a minute to put my shoes on.”  Leaving the warm, soft embrace of a sleeping bag on a winter night was never a pleasant experience, but as the cold air brushed against her skin she could feel a twinge run through her bladder. ‘Maybe thinking I could wait until morning was a bit optimistic.’ She could probably still manage it if she really had to, but it would be a desperate rush to find somewhere to go in the morning, unless she wanted to wash out her tent. It certainly wouldn’t be the first morning she’d had like that; some campgrounds really weren’t laid out to accomodate a desperate girl rushing to the bathroom and she’d needed to find a convenient tree on one or two occasions. With her coat and boots pulled on, she crawled out into the night, just barely able to make out a shivering Nadeshiko standing in front of the tent. “Alright, let’s go then.” With a stretch and a yawn, she set off down the small path through the trees, on the normally quick walk to the bathrooms. As Nadeshiko followed behind her, the other girl seemed to be moving more slowly than usual, her legs pressed firmly together and her coat pulled down in the front, pointing her flashlight in the direction of every rustling branch and snapped twig she could hear. Her nervousness had seemingly contradictory effects. The tension in her body helped to keep her peehole firmly shut and an external pressure applied to keep it that way, but it made her bladder press that much harder for release. The mass of liquid inside it already pressed against her opening, but the additional squeezing of her muscles seemed to double the pressure every time something startled her. As focused as she was on the woods around her and on keeping everything inside her, she didn’t notice Rin stopping in her tracks until she bumped into her friend’s back, letting out a small spurt in the process. “Oh, sorry, why did you stop?” Nadeshiko asked as she took a step back from her friend. “Nadeshiko. Look.” As she pointed into the bushes a dark, inhuman shape was visible, two large, glassy eyes glinting in the light. The groaning from the figure sent a shiver up the pink-haired girl’s spine and another small leak into her underwear. As she pointed her flashlight towards the creature those groans turned into a yelp and a flurry of complaints. “Too early! Five more minutes!” “Oh, it’s just the drunk lady from earlier,” Nadeshiko said, trying to decide whether that was a relief or a bit of a disappointment. It was probably the better outcome, but this more mundane result would probably be even more annoying to deal with. Just running away and sprinting for the bathroom wasn’t really socially acceptable when faced with someone older that needed help, even if it was their own fault. As the woman tried to get a grip on the tree next to her, Rin couldn’t help but let out a sigh. “Go to the bathroom, I’ll try to help her back to her tent.” Rin gestured down the trail towards their destination. “Ehh, but… are you sure you can carry her yourself?” “Bathroom, right. That’s where I was going.” The very poor role model interrupted. “See? If we both help it’ll go faster anyway.” Nadeshiko said brightly. “Are you sure you can hold it?” Rin whispered to her friend. “Y-yep! Definitely, you can count on me!” Her words showed a bit more confidence than she actually felt. “Fine, try to get under her left arm then, I’ll get the right.” With a bit of a struggle, not helped along by either their passenger or the shaking in Nadeshiko’s legs, they were up and slowly inching along the path again. As they walked Nadeshiko tried to focus only on keeping her legs pressed together as tightly as possible, even as she kept getting distracted by the shifting burden, draped over her shoulders. Between the usual lack of coordination caused by alcohol and her own attempts at holding herself, walking was more than slightly difficult and each stumble would cause the trio to lurch to one side or other of the narrow path. As they happened, each lurch seemed to jostle their overfilled bladders. After one particularly large lurch, Nadeshiko could feel something a bit bigger than a leak run down her leg. As she panted and tried to catch her breath, she could feel the older woman sliding around on her shoulder as her hand grasped herself between the legs. At nearly the same time, she heard a slurred shout. “Shtop! Stop!” Their passenger cried, lurching towards a large tree as quickly as she could. Rin had to struggle to keep pace with her, trying not to let her fall over at the last minute “Be careful! If you move around that much we might drop you!” Thanks to the narrowness of the path, in just a couple of steps they were close enough to lean against a large tree. Before they’d even reached it, Minami had pulled her left arm away from Nadeshiko’s shoulders and was using it to unevenly tug at her sweatpants, pulling down one side and then the other. As the flashlight played over them, the fabric glistened wetly in the light, and once she’d managed to drag the front of them down to mid-thigh, a dribble of pee was visible, running through the darkened fabric of her underwear. With a slight tearing sound, they were pulled to the side, exposing the stream to rush through the air without obstruction. The pale yellow spray wasn’t nearly as neat as the previous attempt in the lake, her small audience noted. Where the previous one was careful and deliberate, if somewhat inappropriate, this was simply someone reaching their absolute limit and trying to minimize the damage to their clothes. As the shower of pee struck the trunk, the stream ran down along the furrows in the bark, steam rising as it traveled down to join a growing, foaming puddle among the roots. As she finally got her long-awaited relief, Minami let out a massive sigh, her head lolling over onto Rin’s shoulder, all the steam in the air fogging her glasses.  “Ahhh, that’s so much better.” As she relaxed, a flush spread across her cheeks and she couldn’t help letting her eyes drift closed. Nadeshiko tried to tear her eyes away, she really did. She tried to give the woman the privacy she probably wanted, assuming she really was an exhibtionist was impolite after all, but something about the stream foaming as it poured against the tree trunk was almost mesmerizing. Just the thought of feeling that sort of relief was so very tempting. Those last few lurching steps had made it quite clear to her that she wasn’t going to be able to make it to the bathroom, but the sights and sounds of an enormous stream just mere feet away were the final straw for her poor bladder. As she stood there, she could feel her own stream beginning to force itself out, that same warmth she’d woken up to quickly spreading through her panties and pajamas again. As she felt the warm urine soaking into her clothes, she remembered all those safety videos they’d watched in the Outdoors Club about wet clothing and hypothermia, and quickly took the only action that came to mind; in as smooth a motion as she could manage, she pulled her hands from between her legs and tugged her pants down to her knees, goosebumps rising on her thighs as they were exposed to the night air. A small haze of steam drifted around her exposed, and somewhat wet, underwear as spurts leaked from her body. Some formed a dark patch on the fabric and some dribbled right through the saturated panties to land in her pants. Gripping the edge of her underwear was a difficult task with her gloves on and each additional spurt gradually left the tips of the fingers more and more damp. After a brief struggle, Nadeshiko simply tugged them off and dropped them to the dirt, pulling her underwear to the side with her unencumbered fingers. Finally freed from its cloth prison, the stream making its way out of her privates picked up more momentum, shooting just far enough to land with a gentle patter in the formerly dry leaves between the toes of her boots.  Trying to get some sense of what she should be doing, Nadeshiko tried to take her instruction from Minami’s technique; she couldn’t quite make out the details, but the older woman seemed to be pulling on her privates somehow and so she would do the same. Getting a grip on the wet folds of skin was a bit trickier, especially as she felt her fingers stiffening in the cold air, but as she pulled them up and out, uncovering her opening, her stream began to pick up from intermittent spurts to a small, consistent stream. ‘This is the probably the best I’m going to get for now,’ she thought as she relaxed. Her bladder didn’t need to be told twice and she could feel a surge of pee rushing down the pipe, soon bursting from between her legs in a chaotic spray of yellow droplets. As that initial burst settled into a more stable flow, the stream calmed slightly into a somewhat messy spray, still dwarfed by the river flowing out of the woman next to her. As her pee rained onto the low growth next to the trail, two clouds of steam formed around the pink-haired girl; one growing around her head as she let out a sigh of relief, the other rising from her stream and the rapidly growing patch of wet leaves at her feet. As soon as she saw Minami’s hands go to her waistband, Rin had tried to look away, partly out of a desire to give the older woman some privacy, partly for her own bladder’s sake. As they’d walked, something about the cold air seemed to make her bladder fill much faster than usual and she was rapidly approaching her limit. She pressed her eyes shut, but without her hands available there was no way to block the sounds assailing her; the hissing and splashing of a desperately needed pee and the resulting sighs of relief were the absolute last thing she needed to hear right now. As she tried to block them out and fill her mind with any mental image except golden waterfalls, the situation managed to get even worse; a second, only slightly quieter, set of splashes joined the first from relatively nearby. ‘I really hope that isn’t what I think it is.’ Rin muttered to herself. Turning to look at Nadeshiko without staring at Minami’s stream or privates wasn’t the easiest task, but when she managed it she saw exactly what she’d feared; a very relieved girl with her pants around her knees and a spray of pee glinting in the light of her flashlight as its beam illuminated the steam from two rapidly growing puddles. “Nadeshiko, what do you think you’re doing?” Rin asked through gritted teeth. If hearing one stream was bad, having two of them blatantly visible was a test of her ability to hold like she’d never felt before. “The bathroom’s right there, and you’re not even drunk.” The effort of keeping her pants dry while holding up someone a good bit larger than her had her legs shaking with effort. “You aren’t drunk, are you?” “I’m not! I just-” She stopped for a second as a shiver ran up her spine. “I just really, really couldn’t hold it a second longer.” Her chest was visibly rising and falling as she spoke, almost panting at the relief as everything she’d had to drink poured out onto the ground. “It’s still rude, but…  emergencies do happen, I guess,” she muttered. The last thing she wanted to be reminded of right now was the last time she hadn’t been able to make it all the way to the bathrooms in the morning, but the similarities were striking; waking up bursting, moving down the path at an absolute crawl with every tree seeming to beckon to her, before finally just giving in and drenching the trunk of the closest one. No matter how annoying it was, no matter how much she wanted to give up and join them, she just couldn’t bring herself to repeat that with an audience. “Just try to hurry, okay? She’s heavy.” Rin shifted the burden on her shoulders slightly as she pressed her thighs together. “Ah, I could try to grab her now.” Nadeshiko offered, trying to shuffle sideways as her stream continued, spattering onto the base of the tree and into the sizable puddle at Minami’s feet. “Quit that! Just stay over there, you’re going to pee on my boots if you do that.” Rin yelped, trying to find a way to pull her feet away from the line of wet leaves creeping towards them without losing her balance. As she stood there and peed, Nadeshiko couldn’t help smiling; it really was fun to watch her stream spray through the air, maybe it would be even more fun if she tried peeing in the lake like Minami had earlier? After a quick glance at Rin’s grimacing face, she decided that she’d save that for when she was trying solo camping again. There was still some fun she could have like this though; as she angled her hips a bit, she could see a change in where her stream landed, and she decided to try writing her name. She had just managed to trace out the first character, her stream followed her movements, before it began losing distance as the pressure inside her dropped off as her bladder finally neared empty. “Ah, no no no, stop!” she cried, hoping her body would listen as it began falling on her pants. With a bit of effort, she pushed her hips as far in front of her as she could, trying to spare her pants any further soaking. After just a little more, the stream faded into a dribble and a couple of scattered drops before stopping completely. “Ugh, this is going to be really cold until I can get changed,” Nadeshiko complained as she bounced on her toes, trying to shake the last few drops off of her lips before pulling her clothes back up. Her pink underwear looked closer to magenta at this point and nearly everything around the hips of her pants were soaked, but walking halfway across a campground bottomless, as empty as it was, was worse. She still couldn’t suppress a shudder as the cold, wet cloth pressed against her skin. It probably wasn’t the best trade she could have made, but it was nice not to have the waistband digging into her skin anymore though. Helping Rin would prove more complicated though. While the person responsible for this whole situation, Minami,  had one arm draped over the darker-haired girl’s shoulders, the other was rather urgently occupied and unavailable for grabbing. It was busy holding her panties to the side and out of the flood of pee that finally seemed to be slowing. Rather than the rush of urine running down the bark like miniature rapids from before, her stream was falling into the two conjoined puddles near the base of the tree, a haze of steam rising as they sat on top of the frozen ground. With a few last spurts, timed to hiccups, and a massive sigh, even her massive pee was finished.  “That’s better. Now, back to the drinks.” Minami declared, pointing in a direction that quite clearly wasn’t where her tent lay. As the highschoolers shared a glance, Rin made her own suggestion. “Nadeshiko, how about you help her get back to the camp.” As she gestured, she kept her legs pressed tightly together. “A-are you sure?” Nadeshiko asked, her eyes flicking between the other two women on the path. “Yep. Ryouko will probably hear you coming with her like this, just get her to help you if you need it.” Rin fought the urge to just drop the woman and sprint for the bathrooms. “Can you grab her arm?” Understanding seemed to dawn in Nadeshiko’s eyes, and as they made the handoff she whispered to Rin. “Ah, don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone you wet yourself.” “I didn’t!” she hissed back, her face bright red. ‘It’s looking more and more likely though,’ she admitted to herself as another twinge ran through her lower body. “Alright, up we go.” The pink-haired girl’s voice shook with effort and she tried to support her charge as the two of them lurched off down the correct path. ‘I really hope that wasn’t a mistake,’ Rin thought before turning her back on the pair and setting off down the path to the bathrooms as fast as she dared, the bun on her head bobbing up and down on in time with the liquids within her. Things seemed to be going well at first, she could feel that slight tingling that came when leaks were imminent, but none of them had come yet. A few steps and a small slip on a patch of ice brought a moment of panic and a much more urgent pang from her bladder as it objected to the contortions she needed to make to stay upright. There might have been a small amount of warmth and wetness in her underwear that wasn’t there before, but that was just sweat. It couldn’t possibly be anything else, and just as long as she told herself that it would have to be true.  With every step she took, she could feel more leaks fighting to make their way out, but she could see the small structure of the bathroom. She was so close, far too close to give up now, and she held on as hard as she could. 20 meters away, 10 meters, 5 meters, the closer she got to the building the more urgently her bladder tried to get her attention, and she could just feel a stream trying to force its way out. When her hands finally touched the wooden door, she didn’t waste a second before pulling it open and rushing inside. There wasn’t any source of light inside the small building, but she knew roughly where the toilet was and was well beyond caring any more than that about her aim. As she fumbled with the drawstring holding up her pants, her legs twisted together, trying to hold back the flood for just a few seconds longer, before she was able to pull them down along with her darker than usual grey boyshorts. She couldn’t help but shiver at the cold air, a few small spurts flying forward to land on the floor before she had herself aimed properly and was able to let go in earnest. Unlike the more chaotic streams she’d been forced to listen to earlier, there was very little hissing as Rin emptied her own bladder, just her own heavy breathing and the splash as her stream landed in the toilet itself. The nearly perfect jet of pale yellow liquid arced into the bowl, a small patch of bubbles spreading around its landing point, and she had to fight the urge to slump against one of the nearby walls. Somehow, she’d actually made it. There were times when camping that there simply wasn’t any option but a tree, but she tried her best to use the bathrooms when they were available. It certainly wasn’t warm in these bathrooms, but just being able to get out of the wind helped and standing up meant she didn’t have to sit on the cold seat. Between the cold and dealing with heavier clothes, knowing how to pee standing really was a remarkably useful skill for camping during the winter. As her mind wandered, her stream continued to pour into the toilet, lasting nearly a minute before beginning to wane. As the splashing got quieter and her stream died down, she made a small hum of exertion as she tried to cut her stream off. With a slight push, she managed to force the last of her stream out with enough force to keep it from dribbling into her clothes, a step that she’d forgotten the first few times she’d tried doing this with unpleasant results. She wasn’t sure it would make much of a difference this time though, considering the state her underwear was already in; the leaks she’d let out, both on the walk and while waiting for the other two to finish, had made quite a wet patch on her grey boyshorts. With a sigh, she unrolled enough toilet paper to clean herself up and make at least an attempt at drying her poor, put-upon underwear. Once she’d finished, she tossed the paper into the noticeably yellow and significantly deeper pool of water in the toilet before flushing it all, hiding at least some of the evidence of what had just happened. Even after her attempts at drying them off, she couldn’t suppress a shudder as she pulled her clothes back into place. Once she’d washed her hands and walked back outside, she couldn’t help but marvel at the sight of the full moon over the lake. As annoying or unpleasant as it could sometimes be, sights like this were what made it all worthwhile. Unfortunately, it didn’t take long for a breeze brushing against her rapidly cooling pants to remind her why she had ended up here at all. ‘Maybe I can get changed before Nadeshiko notices.’ she thought to herself, that optimistic thought motivating her as she jogged back to the campsite. Edited July 18, 2020 by NotACat (see edit history)
(This story may start out a little slow but I want to build a narrative and am open to suggestions as it progresses. I felt the need to build up my girlfriends holding capacity slowly in the way it was discovered in the narrative. There are plans to have her desperate for an extended time however. This is the first piece of fiction I have ever written apart from short pieces in English class which obviously had VERY different themes lol) Some background. I met Jessica in college at a party. It was a usual college party, lots of alcohol and rowdy behavior but thankfully we had started talking to one another at the reasonably sober start of the night. We both had arrived relatively early and began talking as we didn't know too many people and our friends hadn't yet arrived. I was instantly captivated by her, she had a quiet type of confidence and a slim yet athletic build, this was accentuated by the long but form fitting light cardigan she was wearing and tight black jeans. Her dark hair brought out the bright green of her eyes that lit up mischievously when she made jokes or laughed at mine. The conversation between us was easy and we got along great on many topics. I was studying engineering and had an interest in the design of car safety equipment and medical device technologies although I wasn't sure which of those paths I wanted my career to follow, but hey, we were only in our first year so I had plenty of time to decide. She was studying Biochemistry which I also had an interest in so we had plenty to talk about. Over the course of the night we drank beers and talked and talked and talked. We didn't quite leave each others company much to our friends' amusement but they seemed happy we were both coming out of our shell. I did notice one thing however, Jessica didn't seem to need to pee at all over the course of the night. I myself have a reasonably large sized bladder (1.6L record, I have a holding fetish which is how I know this in case you haven't guessed) and I needed to pee once due to beers and not intending to hold around so many new people. Obviously I noticed her lack of needing to use the bathroom due to my.... extracurricular interests but didn't say anything as we just met. As I had to leave early enough due to working the next day (just before 2am which made it roughly 5 hours since we began talking) I never got to see if she needed to pee of not but we committed to meeting one another for coffee and a walk near the local lake the next weekend. The first date. Later on that that week she messaged me. It read "Hey I know we are meant to go for coffee and a walk on Saturday but I got tickets to a friend's concert and was wondering if you would like to go after our walk". After calling in a favor for someone to cover me for work that evening the plan was set for a date that would last the whole day. I was going to get to see what this girl could hold!..oh and also I like to discover new music so I suppose that would be interesting too....I guess The concert was due to start at 10:30pm and so we met at 3pm in the afternoon. This was planned because although we had gotten along so well I didn't know how much I could stretch conversation (it turns out this was just to do with nerves, communicating with her has never been an issue). We had coffee at a lakeside cafe that also served Shisha called "Smoke on the water" (clever name for a coffee place that loved to play 70s rock for any Deep Purple fans out there). I ordered a medium Americano because I am somewhat boring when it comes to my caffeine orders which I was surprised to find she got a very large (I beleive it was a Venti size? approx 600ml) americano also and we both got a litre of water too. She said she usually had 2 of these coffees before 1pm in college to keep alert in lectures but hopefully this one would give her energy all the way to the concert later. My mind began wondering if this caused any problems for her bladder during any of her long lectures (some were two hours) and so my imagination went wild. After drinking our coffees we went for a walk around the lake. The University we attended was on the edge of a large lake which took about 2 hours to do a loop of and we done the full loop, seen the ducks, looked at the flowers that were out in the meadows as it was mid May at this time and they were everywhere. Over the course of the walk Jessica made her way through most of the liter of water and by the time we got back we were beginning to get hungry as due to the distractions we found along the lake the walk took closer to 3 hours than 2. We decided to go to get some food. We ended up at a small restaurant (very informal) and had our meal and decided to have some tea afterwards before we start making our way to the bar where the concert was as the evening was still quite warm and the weather beautiful so we split the pot of tea and began the walk to the bar. We left at 7:40pm. We walked along the river that led to the town (they called it a city but having come from a Capital city myself I didn't think this University town qualified as such) and this took an hour as we were again enjoying the fine early summer evening during which time we both finished our water bottles. As we approached the bar there was a small queue due to the first bands of the night starting at 9:30pm which we joined. At this stage I was getting becoming aware of my own bladder beginning to send it's first signals of filling to my brain and wondered if this beautiful, funny, intelligent woman beside me was experiencing the same. I DID however notice the group of women in front of me. There were five of them, two of whom appeared to be further along in their need of a bathroom than myself. One quite intensely it seemed. There were still about 8 people in the queue ahead of them and there seemed to be some sort of problem with the register where they were selling tickets so it wasn't moving for the time being. I obviously couldn't stare openly despite my increasing interest at their need so I settled with stealing the occasional glance from the reflection of the blacked out window behind Jessica. One of the girls was tapping her foot and shifting her weight side to side when I heard her saying to her friend "Oh I hope they get that fixed soon, I really need to pee!". The other girl however appeared to need to go much more, she seemed somewhat beyond being able to convey her need to the rest of her group as she was mostly leaned forward with her legs crossed but she laughed and said "Well if they don't I will be peeing here either way". Jessica looked over at them and her eyes lingered on the more desperate girl for a moment and said quietly "I wonder how much they pre-drank a few beers before coming here, it seems they mistimed things". **WHAT?** My mind already whirring from these quite attractive girls nearby needing to go even as my own need increased was wondering if Jessica herself had such an interest. I swore to myself I would find out whenever possible. Eventually the queue got moving again and I got to have a good look at the women beside us while Jessica was taking her purse out of her bag. The more desperate one whose name I figured out was Katie from her friends telling her they would be in soon but she should have went before they left the apartment was getting more and more desperate. I seen them walk in with her shuffling behind while we paid and followed soon after. I seen the bathrooms off in one corner where I was not displeased to find yet another queue with the girls, including a now very very desperate Katie were joining the end of. It seemed men and women were queuing in the same line and I realized an opportunity had arisen which I could not miss. I asked Jessica to buy us both a drink and gave her some money to do so and told her I had to use the bathroom. (I didn't yet, I was only a 3.5 or 4 out of ten but I wanted ringside seats to the pre-concert show). I joined the queue behind the two desperate girls as their friends went off to the bar. At this point Katie had her hands in  her crotch and her legs crossed in a majorly stereotypical sign of needing to pee. Her friend whose name I never overheard was now at the stage Katie was at before we all got inside, leaning forward with her legs crossed. As the queue for the bathroom moved I realized it was an all genders bathroom due to the bar being reasonably small and was somewhat liking the place already. It seemed there were urinals in one corner but the rest of it appeared to be stalls with high walls. At this stage it was about 20 minutes after we had joined the original queue to purchase tickets and I was beginning to wonder how much longer this girl Katie could hold on for. She was now occasionally exhaling heavily through gritted teeth and had her hands pressed in to her crotch so tight I wondered how she hadn't ripped the material of her jeans.  Eventually a stall opened and Katie's friend let her go ahead and she hobbled ahead and into the stall, I wish I had of known how much she had been holding but I suppose it was too much to wish for after such a sight. As a bonus however, two stalls opened at the same time and the unnamed friend and myself found adjacent stalls free at the same time. I pretended I had to do business that required me to use a stall rather than the urinal and so went in. I didn't manage to time it with my phones stopwatch but as the unnamed girl went into the stall next to mine I heard the lid crash down and began counting when I heard her sigh and a forceful gush of liquid hitting the bowl, I counted to 47 Mississippi before she stopped, impressive! I went to wash my hands (although I still hadn't peed) I went back out to Jessica where she was waiting with a beer for each of us and was watching the first band get started.  "The queue is a bit slow for the bathrooms I told her". She replied "That is okay I don't need to go anyway, did those girls make it okay?", "Just about" I told her to which she grinned wickedly and handed me my beer. The bar was good sound wise, the beer cheap (student discounts), the music good... and Jessica was beautiful. She danced slowly while drinking her beer and although it was too loud to talk we stood close together with her bare arm brushing against mine every now and again at which point she would smile at me, both of these things made me feel like I had been mildly shocked but in the most pleasant way. After two bottles of beer her friend's band came on, they were amazing! They played for the best part of an hour after which Jessica pulled me by the hand to the bar, bought three beers and then pulled me outside to the outdoor area where people went to smoke, or cool off as she wanted to congratulate her friend and introduce me. She offered the third beer to her friend who it turns out was in our University but she knew from high school as Shaun. He turned down the beer as he was driving home with the equipment later. She jokingly said "Oh well more for me!" and downed the remainder of her own beer and started on his one. We all hung out for a while before going into see the last band who Shaun said were very good, he wasn't lying! Jessica and I had another beer each and by the time the band was finished we were hot and sweaty and my bladder was beginning to make it's presence known to me. I'd say I was at a 5.5 or 6 at this stage. I got us both a pint of water to cool down and the bar began to empty. We decided to head back to town to head home as I still had work the next day. Before leaving I asked Jessica if she needed to use the bathroom but she replied with "No I'm fine for the walk home,  but go ahead if you want." I said I'd be fine too and we began the hour or so walk home. She showed no outward signs of desperation for the whole walk home and I walked her to her door. She kissed me on the cheek and told me she would be in touch during the week. This was just after midnight By the time I got home (15minutes away) I was at 8/10 on the needing to pee scale and eventually emptied myself, as I had to be up early I didn't have time to keep the hold going. Doing the math quickly in my head I realized that I (and therefore Jessica) had drank a coffee each (Jessica's was bigger too), tea between us, 4 beers (Jessica had 5), and a pint of water I was coming close to my limit and she had shown no signs of needing to go. I would need to investigate this on our next date..… **(That is part one, I had a loose idea but most of that was written in an hour off the top of my head, any suggestions at writing style improvements feel free to speak up. I have much more holding related themes for the next parts (including some desperation for the Bladder Queen Jessica and have an interesting way to present these and to ensure she actually experiences some of what us normal humans feel after so much liquid!!)**
Further apologies for the delay. I keep coming up with new ideas and not sure if I should work them into a new series of stories later or keep adding to here but I finally finished part two (mostly as I had originally intended for it to be). This is still a build up to what I consider the main part of the theme so let me know what you think. My plan for Jessica eventually is a little different to anything Ive read before (I hope it is original) but will show her true capacity and a true test for her. So without further delay, here is. Part two: The mystery tour. After a few dates and a few months of getting to know each other (Work and college can be demanding) I still had yet to see Jessica desperate or even remotely needful for the use of a bathroom, but there was no chances to bring it up. Was it possible she had a love of holding it but was an extremely practiced and disciplined holder? I was I looking for things that weren’t there due to my own kinks? The chance may have been sent my way to find out, there was a mystery tour organized in the university as a social building exercise due to it being the start of the new semester and we decided to go. All we knew was we needed to bring outdoor clothes and clothes suitable for casual yet properly dressed place after. There would be 30 people on the tour in total some of whom we knew already. Two were Jennifer’s (and by now my) friends Alison and Georgia. I knew one of the guys and his girlfriend, they were named Jack and Sarah. The bus was leaving campus at 2pm for the first leg of the journey so Jessica and I got up at 10am (I had stayed in her place, recently we had been staying over at each others apartments roughly once a week). She wanted to shower and I told her to go ahead while there was still hot water and I would fix some breakfast. I began by putting on coffee and making scrambled eggs (black pepper, salt and a little bit of chili flakes) with toast and some sliced fruit. It was a beautiful morning, warm with some clouds t break up the heat, perfect if we were going to be outside all day and to be honest, we had no idea what we would actually be doing. Jessica came out of the shower with her hair up in a towel wearing low hanging grey sweatpants and a short black crop top which stopped halfway between her belly button and her breasts. I drank in the sight of her toned stomach and the teasing sight of how low her sweatpants were. We kissed good morning and I gave her her customary large coffee (about 600ml as she was used to drinking before class) and her eggs and toast. I had a glass of water approx 400ml and she joined me saying “Good idea, I don’t know how much alcohol they have planned for us today, this is a college party after all”. She offered to clean as I had cooked (we never let the other clean at our own place anyway) and I went to go to shower. By the time I came out of the shower and got dressed she was putting some beers from the fridge into a cooler bag and was ready to go so we left after packing our bags and recommended essentials and finishing off her coffee. We got to the meeting area about twenty minutes early as we wanted to talk to people and try get seats beside those we know and as we got talking to Jack and Sarah Jack explained he had brought a hip flask of whisky in case we were going partying later and when Jessica asked what Sarah brought she made a face at his choice of whisky (Scotch) she explained she had brought some beers. As the others arrived I noted a few familiar faces all of whom seemed dressed somewhat for the outdoors at least. Sensible footwear all around with everything from shorts to hiking trousers and sweatpants and bags that appeared softly stuffed full of spare clothes for the evening as was recommended. At 2:06pm we were all boarded and the bus took off, Alison and Georgia had arrived and we were sat as follows; Jessica and I in two seats about two thirds of the way down the bus on the left with me on the aisle seat, Alison and Georgia were across the aisle from us and Jack and Sarah in front with Sarah on the aisle seat and Jack against the window. He was quite tired so was going to try to nap for the first bus journey in order to be fresh for later. The organizer, a student named Ana introduced the partial (still secretive) day plan to us. It would take approximately an hour and a half to get to the first destination where we would be for about three hours, we would then have time to change before moving onto the next stage in a 1.5 hour journey and then to the second place for a few more hours followed by a 3 hour trip home. I didn’t mind as I had booked off work this weekend as I didn’t know how late I would be out and was staying at Jessica’s tonight. This being a bus full of college kids addicted to caffeine there was plenty of people with thermos full of coffee or energy drinks and many people were drinking water to deal with the warmth of the day, the windows couldn’t be opened too much due to the speed of the bus on the highway and the air-con was lacking slightly in power. The conversation mainly revolved around speculation as to where we would be going first and also about how people’s summer had been. Many had jobs in the university town and so had stayed in the area for the summer despite being from different areas. Others had been home and so had tales of family and friends and how life is where they came from. This gave me somewhat of what I have read described as “wanderlust” or the desire to go traveling. I made a mental note to begin researching somewhere to go for the next holiday period, maybe Jessica could come too. Between day dreaming and conversation the bus journey was uneventful besides a little bit of traffic which delayed us by a few minutes we arrived to a gate leading up a country lane way of sorts but just big enough for the bus to get through. We began driving up the lane way and realized where we were, our first surprise of the day was a zip lining/high climbing center, awesome! They had told us to prepare for outdoors so no one seemed displeased about this. Ana told us we were here and Jack woke up just as the bus stopped and seemed excited at the idea of zip lining. Due to the traffic we had been delayed slightly so we were rushed off the bus as Ana told us every few minutes of a delay at each stop would throw the next event off. We were shown and introduction safety video by Andre, one of our instructors and afterwards we were sized for harnesses and helmets. One of the girls, Lydia I think her name was? (I only recognized her from the bus and occasionally on campus) asked Andre if there were bathrooms along the route as they were adjusting her harness over her tank top and short shorts and he laughed saying “It’s kind of difficult to sort plumbing out to the tree tops!” and asked if she had to go now as the only bathroom were here at the start or she could wait until the end but he would have to take off her harness. She said it would be fine and we should really get going, as Ana had said we shouldn’t be delaying at each stage of the day. Andre said “Good, its best to get going before the day gets too hot, there will be water available but there isn’t much shade at the top so we should make the most of these clouds” as he pulled her harness tight around her torso. I had noticed her sipping on an energy drink on the bus but figured she would be fine as she appeared fairly confident when Andre asked but obviously this had lead me to wonder what other “surprise adventures” this day may lead to. With that we were off, we got onto what seemed like giant golf cars, electric vehicles with open sides but each could hold about ten people. I sat with our group of friends with Jessica beside me who seemed excited to be here, she was somewhat into climbing (bouldering, indoor walls etc) and so to be outdoors doing something new but climbing related she was happy. There were a few “warmup” zip lines that were smaller and not so steep so we could get used to how to stop ourselves using the big thick leather glove they give you and it was very fun to try. It felt like I was flying through the treetops with the sun now shining down you could see over the trees for miles. Everyone seemed to be having fun and laughing at the platforms where we stopped between lines. We finished these stages and there was a fountain at the bottom of the last one where the golf cars were waiting. After a bit of exercise in the sun people seemed thirsty and grabbed bottles from their bags and refilled their water bottles and hydrated themselves for the more serious zip lines we were going to go on. We were in the cars for about 3 minutes (seemed silly to me but then I realized how difficult walking in the harness would be uphill for even such a short time) and we got to the second stage. We made our way though the zip lines before coming to the biggest one about halfway through the second stage. It was 700 meters between the two platforms but not so steep of an angle as some of the others. A couple of people went first until it was just me Jessica, Jack and Sarah and the girl Lydia and her friends and one of the instructors who was joining in the fun and conversation with the rest of us. We were all laughing and joking and getting to know one another better, I noticed however, the longer we waited the quieter Lydia was getting…. Interesting. Eventually the queue moved down and now it was Jack’s turn. Jack is a big guy but he threw himself off that platform with enthusiasm and speed and he started going quick..well rather quickly, bellowing like Tarzan. He seemed to panic however at this great velocity halfway and began to brake very hard, eventually coming to a complete stop. The instructor muttered under his breath “its always on this one they get stuck”. The protocol for this was to get legs up onto the cable and shimmy along to the end of the line, this would prove to be quite a task as it was the longest line also but Jack began the crawling. As we were deciding how to make fun of Jack for this later I noticed that Lydia seemed to be adjusting her harness belt trying to move it slightly away from her torso but it was on tight and she was watching Jack intently as he slowly moved along the line. She asked the instructor how many stages were left until the end of the zip lining and he told her not to worry, there were at least 4 more including the fastest, steepest one (last) but we should be done in the next forty minutes if Jack could avoid stalling on the next line. She answered with a sort of quiet “Oh okay” and bit her lip slightly. We were all anchored in for safety on the platform so we would all have to go along the line in the order we were standing of which she was second last. Her friend Emily who was behind her said “Starting to regret insisting on trying those two new energy drink flavors on the bus here then Lydia?” and made to poke her in the stomach laughing. Lydia said jokingly “Stop or you’ll make me pee myself” but from the speed at which she avoided her friends hand made me wonder how much she was joking. Eventually Jack made it to the other side and we could begin moving again, It was my turn after a while and I avoided making Jack’s mistake, although I started out slower than he did I maintained my speed throughout and was able to enjoy the view of the river below tumbling over the rocks and the fallen trees without worrying about getting stuck. I wondered what Lydia and her filling bladder would make of the rushing sound of the water as she passed over. When zip lining one hand has to float over the cable to brake if need be and the other has to hold onto your anchor rope for stability so she wouldn’t be able to hold herself if need be but due to her earlier confidence I assumed she would be fine. It took about ten more minutes but eventually Jessica arrived with her eyes bright at the excitement of the zip line and Lydia’s friend group followed. When she eventually arrived herself she got onto the platform and laughed saying “one stage closer to relief” and when we all had arrived people began moving to the next stage. Jessica asked Lydia “how are you getting on? Did you drink too much on the bus?” as Lydia was slightly shifting her weight from foot to foot at this stage. “Well my favorite soda brought out two new flavors and I was up late last night doing an assignment so I could come here today and I needed the caffeine so I naturally had to try the two of them on the bus, it was a total of 700ml and the water I had seems to be accelerated by the caffeine to my bladder. The waiting on the platforms is the worst bit but I’ll be fine”. I began to wonder myself how Jessica was doing with her extra large coffee and glass of water this morning as well as the extra bottle of water she had between the stages of zip lining and wondered if she ever had to go. I was unsure about a few of the other guys and girls abilities in the group but Lydia was by far the fullest of the lot of them. By the time she landed at the next platform we had maybe 20 minutes of the 40 minute estimation the instructor had given her left. As soon as she was hooked up to the anchor on the platform she bent forward slightly and told Emily “No poking, this is getting serious” but she was still somewhat laughing about it. Obviously I was watching with interest but I noticed Jessica was too. “How does it feel?” she asked her. I was shocked, I would never think to ask a woman that, maybe because of my interests in desperation I would be too shy but coming from another woman it seemed a question of genuine curiousity. “Its coming in waves but it feels like my bladder is reaching capacity and just reminding me of how full it is every minute or so, at least I think the energy drinks have stopped filling it for now it isn’t getting any worse, this damn harness isn’t helping though” she said laughing and moving it around slightly. To hear her desperation being described was amazing, I hoped that Jessica would ask again where I would not dare but I was puzzled as to her interest. I noticed her occasionally throw a glance Lydia’s way where it would linger for a moment anytime the other woman leaned forward or tried to readjust her harness. By the third last platform she had stopped joking and was bending forward to more of an angle now every couple of moments and would occassionaly cross her legs over one another and hold the position for a minute. As she was wearing such short shorts I could see her leg muscles tense when she done this as she was trying to hold back the flood. Jessica asked another question (I think I love this woman). “Are you sure those other drinks haven’t made their way down yet?” to which Lydia replied “No, I think my kidneys have decided to send a little more down, I feel like my bladder is stretched to it’s limit now, I really hope we get to the bathroom soon, I can feel each bladder spasm in my pee hole just waiting to burst out” she said all this through gritted teeth with a slight bitter laugh at the end. Her friend Emily, (who by now was no longer teasing her) and the instructor gave her encouragement and told her only two more platforms left just as I was taking off on the zip line. I almost couldn’t enjoy the scenery as it was compared in my mind to the sight I had just witnessed. When Lydia arrived at the platform the others of the group had already started the last zip line as it was a much smaller platform than the rest, this was the last and fastest zip line of the tour so people were eager to get as much speed as possible and were having fun by the sounds of things from the hoots of joy. I was watching them when I heard her arriving. As she did Jessica and I turned around to see her land and immediately ram her hands into her crotch and bend over with her legs crossed. Her friend Emily landed and said “almost there girl just keep holding”. With a laugh Lydia said “I may not have to worry about that soon, my bladder might decide for me” as she stood up straight so they instructor could clip her on for the last zip line. She took a deep breath in and stood up with her legs crossed as the instructor TRIED to gently hook her on but this required some tugging and a small jump for her to be clipped onto the overhead line. She said “I can feel it about to come out, is the bathroom very close to the end point?” to the instructor. She was told they bathrooms were actually right at the end as “people usually have to go a little by the time it is all over.” As usual we all went first with Lydia second last by the time she came down I was being helped out of my harness and Jessica was waiting for me before the bathrooms with our bags she had retrieved from the golf car type things. She had obviously built up a thirst and was sipping on some water out of her metal bottle she always had in her bag. We watched as Lydia landed, immediately had to bend over and put both hands into her crotch and shuffled out of the way so Emily could land. She had to brace herself for a moment before she stood up so they could remove the harness and she hobbled over to the bathrooms past us. Jessica watched intently and said “Wow, I can’t even imagine what its like to feel so full, I hope she makes it”. “Can’t imagine what it is like to feel so full?” I thought, that was something to consider later for sure, for now my attentions were focused elsewhere as Lydia got to the bathroom where luckily for her there was only one girl ahead who let her skip after seeing her plight. Before the door opened though, Lydia leaned forward and bent her knees and exclaimed “Oh no, not now”. It took her a few breaths but she stood back up with her legs crossed just as the door opened and she hobbled in, still holding onto herself for dear life. After about a minute she came out and washed her hands at the sink outside and came over to us with a look of relief on her face. “Finally got some relief huh?” I actually dared to ask. “Yes she replied, I was probably seconds away from not making it, its a good thing we were told to bring spare clothes!” she laughed as she showed us a small wet spot on her denim short shorts. I guess all shyness had been eroded away after us having seen her in such a state. We got back into the golf cars and moved back towards the bus for about ten minutes to seven. Doing some quick math that meant that Lydia had been holding it for about four hours since she finished her last drink before she had got to pee. Not bad at all, a few other people had been looking somewhat uncomfortable by the end but she was the focus of my attention.. and Jessica’s apparently. I still wondered about that and if Jessica herself was needing to go too as she had not visited the bathroom at the end as nearly everyone had besides me, Alison, Georgia and maybe two or three others. There were changing rooms beside the bus bay and so we all changed for what we were told would be, indoors and well dressed without being formal and so we all got changed and headed to our seats once more. As the physical part of the mystery tour had been finished now people began to open beers from coolers and hand them around. Ana told us before the bus pulled away that it would be about 1.5 hours again and to go easy on the beers as we would not have time to stop due to the earlier delays but to have fun and settle in and we would be there soon. After such an eventful early afternoon I wondered how the rest of the evening would progress in terms of the mystery tour and also any further surprise desperation sightings as I watched many of the girls on the bus open beers. I watched Jessica finish her bottle of water and move onto a beer.. Maybe it would be an evening to remember.. **Hope you guys enjoy and any suggestions are welcome as this is essentially a learning while doing project for me. I am reluctant to give a time scale on the next update but judging at how busy life has gotten again it will be about the same time period as the last one. I have loads of ideas though so it is just a matter of putting them on screen!**
Based on an idea sent to me by Peefreak, a little different from my usual style but hey!  Change inspires and broadens, I hope you enjoy. Mom & Nathan & Sara & Annie & Jenny 1996 Mom’s taking us to the Disney store today. It’s downtown. I want Buzz Lightyear. I hope I can get him. Then we can go to McDonald’s mom says. Have to take the kids into town today, I could do without the hassle but I did promise them and Nathan has been pestering me for Buzz Lightyear for weeks. I said he could have one today and it’s all he is talking about. Sara will be happy with a doll but it won’t have to be anything particularly special, she’s not got into Disney characters yet so that will keep the cost down. They love McD’s so I said I would take them there afterwards too. What is it that takes kids so long when you are going out? Now have I got everything? Handbag, purse, house keys, Sara’s changing bag, God! I shall be glad when she’s out of nappies! I think I do love my little sister but she takes up so much time. I really want to go now mom. I wanted to take Andy with me but mom said no, in case I lose him. I’d better get the kids coats done up properly it’s cold out there today, but then I suppose it will be, it’s still only march. OK last pee before we leave, I’ve never been quite the same since I had the kids. I could go for hours then but not now. The price you pay for having kids! At least the bus is on time, we should be there by 11 which will give the kids time to see the whole store. No matter how much you tell kids not to touch they can’t help themselves. The times I’ve said, ‘look with your eyes, not your fingers!’ They are everywhere at once in the Disney store, never mind, I suppose they are only young once. I’ve told them they can watch one of the cartoons on the big screen instore after they have decided what they want me to buy them so that might shorten the time. Actually, I could do with a pee again but I can wait until we get to McDonalds it won’t be that long. I’ve got him, I’ve got Buzz. We can go now mom. I don’t want to watch Snow White with Sara I want a McDonalds. Mom says we have to let Sara watch cos she only little. Thank God for that! Finally Nathan has his Buzz Lightyear, Sara has a ‘Princess’ doll and we are watching the last part of Snow White. At least it’s not far to McDonalds then I can have a pee, getting quite desperate now. OK it’s over, let me get them out before the next film starts or we will be here all day. I can see the sign for McDonalds it will only be a couple of minutes before we get there. It’s a lot warmer inside which is nice, it’s getting colder out on the street. Oh God! Why is it that they have to be cleaning the toilets right now? I suppose I’ll have to wait and go just before we leave. I’ve finished my cheeseburger but the kids take so long. At least the coffee has warmed me up but it won’t be long before It makes me want to pee more. What’s happening over there? The boss is calling someone else from the toilet door and there’s water everywhere. Mom’s seen it now and she is getting upset, I hope I don’t get the blame, it’s not my fault. Oh My God! There is water flowing all over the floor from the toilets, the manager has gone in to see what the problem is. I hope it’s not serious. He has put an ‘Out of order’ notice on the door now. I will have to hurry and get the kids moving I am nearly wetting myself and now I can’t pee here we have to get home. The kids don’t understand what the hurry is but I tell Nathan I need to hurry home because I need the toilet and the ones here are out of order. He seems to understand because he puts up no resistance to being hurried out. I can’t think of anywhere else close by that I can use the toilet, holding on is my only chance but the cold out here is cruel and the coffee that was so warm is now swelling my bladder so much I can feel it starting to spasm. I’ve had to stop twice and surreptitiously put my hand between my legs to hold on. I don’t think I can wait anymore, there are quite a few people about too. I pull the kids into an old doorway and I pull my knickers down as best I can without anyone seeing up my skirt, they are a bit wet already. I just can’t hold a second longer and a first dribble swells into a great stream in a few seconds so that I am peeing hard in full view of anyone who wants to look, and a few do look! Nathan is looking quite shocked at seeing me pee so openly but Sara has no idea that it is unusual to do that in the street. I very much doubt if either of them will remember though which is a blessing. Mom’s doing a wee-wee in the street. There’s such a lot and she is saying, ‘oh, ohhhh’, all the time as she is doing it. It’s making me want a wee-wee too, and my face is all hot. Mom is telling me that she couldn’t wait any longer and that it’s ok if you can’t wait. God the relief! It’s embarrassing now but I don’t care, It was either that or completely wet myself and that would have been more noticeable anyway. Most of the people passing by actually looked sympathetic and only a couple looked disgusted. I hope they get that badly caught out one day, see how they get on! I tried to explain to Nathan that if you are that desperate it’s ok to pee somewhere strange. I think he got it but he was blushing slightly so maybe he was embarrassed by it. 2018 For most of his life as far back as he could remember, Nathan had been excited by seeing a woman peeing. If she was a mother or if it was in public it excited him even more. He had never understood why he felt that way and at times he had tried to suppress the feelings, disgusted with himself and thinking he must be perverted in some way. Sexual feelings prompted by more normal stimuli were often quite strong and he enjoyed sex with a woman as much as the next man. However, nothing got him going quite so much as the peeing scenes he had witnessed and replayed in his mind.  He had struggled with this slightly strange phenomenon all through his teenage years, putting it down to the hormonal turmoil of his age. Yet here he was, nearly 26, in a satisfying and stable relationship with a girl who he adored and yet he still couldn’t lay this ghost. Annie, his partner, was very tolerant and understanding and would occasionally indulge his fantasy and let him watch her pee. In actual fact, she seemed to find enjoyment of a sort in peeing standing in the bath or even outside if they were alone somewhere in a park or similar. It was just part of what he was and she accepted him just as he was. It clearly bothered him much more than Annie and he had discussed it with her several times as he attempted to find the source of this craving. Eventually Annie suggested something she had read about in a magazine one day, regression therapy. Annie explained to him what she had read and suggested he should try a session to see if it could help perhaps. They booked an introductory session with a hypnotherapist who happened to be a woman and Nathan almost backed out until Annie said she would go with him for the first session to make it easier for him to explain his anxiety. The therapist was much younger than Nathan had imagined she would be. She looked around the same age as himself and that prompted further reservations but Annie egged him on. As it transpired the therapist, Jenny, was excellent at putting people at ease and he was soon explaining what he felt and when and that he really just wanted to find out why he had this reaction to a woman peeing. Jenny assured him she could help and booked him in for later that week for a full regression session. She explained that he would be fully hypnotised and that she would expect to be able to coax from his sub-conscious mind things that his conscious mind had hidden in the past. He left almost looking forward to the next appointment. Nathan had three sessions of hypnotherapy over the same number of weeks and whilst some interesting things came to light (it turned out, for example, that he harboured an old resentment for Sara, his sister, because she took his mother’s attention so much when they were children) nothing emerged that helped in discovering what he really wanted to know. At the end of the third session Jenny told him that when he mentioned a favourite long forgotten toy, Buzz Lightyear, she noticed it had prompted him to experience an erection. Nathan was mortified that Jenny had witnessed that but she put him at ease and told him that whatever happened in the therapy session stayed in that room. She also explained that it might be a significant point in the therapy. So, the next session was booked. When Nathan turned up for the appointment Jenny sat down with him and asked if he was sure he wanted to know the root cause of his unusual reactions to a woman peeing or would he prefer to not know. She warned him that it might mean that, once he knew and the mystery was gone, it might forever spoil it for him. A bit like discovering that Father Christmas didn’t actually exist or the tooth fairy. Nathan considered this for a moment or two but opted to go ahead anyway. As he explained it to Jenny, he and Annie had a great relationship and he would be happy if that was all he had. Jenny smiled at him and then began. After the session, when she brought him out of hypnosis, she told him what she had learned. First she warned him not to be alarmed but that he had had an accident and thoroughly wet his trousers on her couch. Nathan was immediately embarrassed and apologetic but Jenny told him it really didn’t matter, it was all part of the job and for what it was worth it wasn’t the first time she had had a patient wet themselves. She explained that sometimes women who were unfortunately in abusive relationships would pee themselves when they were in regression re-living some of the things that had happened to them. She explained that as soon as he had wet himself he also had a strong erection. She then proceeded to relate to him what had happened on the day his mom had taken him and his sister to the Disney store all those years ago. She related that even under hypnosis it had been difficult to elicit from his subconscious the actual events of that day and explained that this was an indication of how deeply it had been hidden in his mind. Jenny suggested that his embarrassment for his mother that day was almost equally matched in strength with the pleasure he had evidently experienced from seeing her peeing and that the two feelings in conflict were the root cause of the depth of the memory lapse. She also said that she observed a slight blush on his face as he was recalling the event. She further explained that there was nothing sinister in his past that he need worry about and that the sexual stimulus he obtained from seeing a woman peeing was not so far from the ordinary as to cause concern. In other words ignore the root cause and enjoy it. Jenny called Annie for him and asked her to bring him some dry jeans and boxers and explained briefly what had happened. Annie arrived about 15 mins later and Nathan changed in Jenny’s toilet. A week passed during which time Nathan and Annie discussed whether he had lost the joy of his previous stimulus and concluded that either way it didn’t matter. One night a few days later as they were getting ready for bed Annie told him that she had been peeing more frequently now that she was pregnant but that that afternoon on the way home from work she had been desperate to pee and didn’t make it home but had to squat in the road just beside the park and pee in public and that  a police squad car had appeared before she could finish and she had to pull up her knickers and jeans while she was still peeing and wet all down her legs. By the time she had finished relating this to him Nathan was displaying an enormous and very rigid erection which Annie took advantage of immediately. Afterwards, as they lay in bed out of breath Annie said,’ Wow if that’s what it does for you, I shall have to wet myself more often!’ ----------ooo000ooo---------- © Roger Ireland 2020
Helen sits alone at their desk in the college coffee shop, poring over a physics textbook and about four different sheets of paper. She went to school to study thermodynamics, but the math parts of it are NOT her strong suit... like, what the hell is a Reidlich-Kwong equation? Hello, I would like RT = (p + a/Vm^2)(Vm - b) apples, please. They have played us for absolute fools. Helen's friend Dawn pops over and plops down on the desk. "hey sis" she says with an enviable casual air to her voice. Helen replies with a simple "Hi dawn" while she continues to struggle with their math homework, ruffling up her own hair to get some stimulation. "you alright?" Dawn asks, "you're not exactly fit for the big screen right now..." "I've been held up by this homework for hours. I'm sick of it." "when's it due sis?" "In just about fifteen minutes when class starts..." Helen's head droops. "well, sis, lemme get you a coffee. keep you awake through class at least. it's on me." Helen sighs in relief at the kindhearted gesture. God damn, though, she had to piss. There just wasn't any time to go, though, too much homework; plus, her physics professor, Dr. Eisenhower, was a tyrant. Weren't college professors supposed to be more forgiving with bathroom passes than high school teachers, she thinks? ...Dr. Eisenhower isn't actually a tyrant, she's a very nice lady. But Helen, in all her anxiety, fails to realize that. Even still, Dawn comes back with a chocolate latte, Helen's favorite. "i hope this helps you get through class." "Thanks..." Helen... is quiet for a bit. "Hey... wanna come over to my dorm after class, Dawn?" "oh yeah! ive got some free time. you're my sis after all ;)" "psh, no you aren't. well, I should go... see you there." Helen has always had a crush on Dawn... she was a beautiful girl on her own, but it didn't help that she liked to show skin; today, she was wearing a short little sweater dress with her sexy thighs hanging out, and Helen has to hold back from blushing. She herself is frankly no less slutty; she likes to wear crop tops and thigh-high designer boots and daisy dukes, and is quite adept at her makeup to boot. Anyways, Helen packs up her stuff. Before she leaves, though... Dawn pipes up. "hey, uh, sis... i don't know if i'm passing your boundaries or whatever... but girl, go take a pee. i know this is some sort of weird kink of yours, but don't exert yourself too much, ok?" to which Helen blushes. "this really wasn't planned... I'm too scared of my professor to risk being late. sorry." "well, if you say so, girl. get that bread." "Get that bread!" Dawn and Helen are both ample ladies, and this is actually something they bonded over, due to how shitty the world treats fat girls like them. "haven't you had enough to eat already?", says the peanut gallery to a woman who has eaten nothing at all the whole day... While Dawn has impressive child-bearing hips,- One thing Helen is jealous of cis girls like Dawn for having, among others- Helen is spread more evenly, although ever since she started hormones, her chest has picked up some of the slack. Though she's destined to have a chest more endowed than her thighs, she hasn't quite gotten that far, having only been on E for about six months so far. Unfortunately, she's gonna wish she wasn't on HRT right now, as though her bladder capacity is quite impressive, her kidneys have met the beast known as spiro and are working a bit overtime. On the way to the science building, Helen, having remembered this, quickly checks for eavesdroppers to reach a hand down and cradle herself, getting her distended bladder under control. Suffice to say, class was torture; she was squirming around and trying to focus but ultimately failing. It's not a big deal, she can get caught up with the book, but having to sit for an hour in class was still clearly painful, if a little enticing. She couldn't help but blush a little bit, occasionally scooching over to discreetly hold herself against the edge of her seat. This was why she liked to hold it, the knowledge of her "little secret" that she carried inside her, and knowing that anyone could put two and two together at any moment, yet knowing that there's nothing she could do to stop them. It was exhibitionist enough that she knew someone would notice, but not exhibitionist enough that she felt exposed. Finally, class ended. Helen almost rushes out the door, but Dr. Eisenhower gestures for her to come forth. "Ms. Helen, are you truly alright?" she asks. "Uh, yes ma'am, I'm fine..." Helen HATED admitting it when she had to go to the bathroom, it feels gross to be so obvious like that. The doctor gives a concerned look, before simply brushing her off. "well, if you're sure. you haven't been doing so well on the homework recently, so i felt it important to check up. Have you been seeing a tutor?" "Uhh... no..." Helen, shaking in her designer boots, gives a nervous smile. "i'm sorry. I'll make sure to schedule to see one." "...alright. take care now." As Helen is dismissed, she power-walks over to the ladies' to put an end to her hold, but stops in her tracks at the sign, the classic sign that acts as every pee-holder's nightmare. "Out of order" The truth is, this was an oversimplication of something much worse; NONE of the buildings would have working toilets, as the water had been shut off for a good two hours for repairs, just a bit after class ended for Helen. This... was bad. She did not take it into account. Knowing a toilet was so close made Helen instinctively blush and groan, her enticement from having seen so many stories like this in fiction battling with her frustration at having it happen to her. Where the hell was she supposed to GO??? Frustrated and desperate to piss, Helen leaves the science room and power-walks to her dorm, somehow making it despite the pain in her swaying bladder. As soon as she opens the door- after fiddling with her keys for a good few seconds, of fucking course- she immediately squats down on her floor and holds herself super tight... surprisingly, she begins to giggle a little, then quietly laugh to herself. God, she's full to bursting and she can't go to the toilet and frankly? it feels really good. She's blushy now, and almost about to start masturbating, when she hears a quiet knock on the door. Oh shit. It's Dawn. Helen tries her best to push herself up, hobbling over to the door and opening it. Dawn, still as sexy as she was back at the coffee shop, immediately does a double take. Despite Helen's attempts to be discreet about her needs, Dawn immediately notices them. "you never got a chance to piss, did you girl." She sighs and throws her bag down, sitting down on the couch. "damn, i'm sorry though." Helen just stands there, blushing, before finally buckling, crossing her legs and fidgeting and holding herself. "oh my gosh fucking yes i never got to go and I have to wait like two hours before i can pee and i have to go so baaaaad." "well, uh... sorry for making it worse with the coffee." Dawn feels very awkward, watching her friend pee dance like nobody is watching. She thinks to herself, if Helen were in her position, and it was Dawn who had to pee, would she find her hot? Dawn is one of the only one who knows about this fetish of Helen's, having caught her drawing a girl wetting her jeans in her all-so-elusive sketchbook one day. No wonder she never lets anyone look at it. And if it wasn't obvious before, it is now; Helen is blushing, smiling, occasionally letting out a giggle among all of the other noises she's making in desperation. "hey... sis? i know you're in a bit of a funk... but are you ok? you seem. ahem. flustered." "No..." Helen croaks out, to which Dawn replies after a long silence: "...hm. can you sit down with me?" she says, patting the side of the couch. Helen nods, and after she sits down, still squeezing her nether regions like a stress ball, Dawn begins to speak calmly. "hey... i know i'll likely never understand your kink. but i just... i want you to know that i'm still your friend. life happens." Dawn gives a gentle pat on the shoulder. Helen looks down at the floor, bouncing a single leg. "...you're sure? "mm-hm." "...okay... i'm... uhm... th... thanks..." Helen squeezes herself again. "it's just... i'm gonna pee soon... whether i like it or... not." Despite how cushioned it is behind her tummy, Helen's bladder is visibly bulging out, and Dawn can see it. "...you have a crush on me, don't you?" At that, Helen goes silent. "girl... you wouldn't be acting this blushy if this weren't me, if I weren't watching." Finally, Helen does something she doesn't usually do- she looks Dawn in the eyes. Her eyes are bright, a beautiful chocolate-brown, and dilated. "...i... i do. you're so... you're wonderful and sexy and so nice and you bought me a coffee earlier and that was so nice of you and i love you so much and i'm... i don't know what to say, you're so pretty and... and..." Helen can't say any more. Dawn thinks for a moment what she wants to say... "...Helen? ...I think you're very pretty too." She reaches over and cups Helen's cheek with her right hand, drawing their faces together. Helen's eyes look into Dawn's, and Dawn's into Helen's. "...you're very pretty. you're passionate, and you persevere, and you're far smarter than me. Hearing you talk about thermodynamics..." Dawn leans in a little closer, beckoning Helen to rest her arms on her shoulders. "It reminds me how much you care, and how much of a dork you are, and how cute you are because you're such a dork." Helen's eyes dilate even more, her world being filled up by how much she's smitten with Dawn, before she begins to speak in turn. "When I... when you go up on stage... and you always do such an amazing job when acting, and..." Helen leans even closer, their noses gently touching. "it reminds me that i don't have to pretend to be someone else. because you're... so amazing, whether you're... acting or not... you're an inspiration... and i love you so much." They stare into eachother's eyes just a bit longer, before slowly... they close, and their lips meet ever so gingerly, the top lips touch, then the bottom lips, and then the two melt into one, a newfound unity of heart and mind. For just a brief moment, their worlds seem to sparkle and blur, focused entirely on eachother. Their hearts were connected by a scarlet string all along, and as soon as the string pulled the two hearts together, they knew they would be inseparable. They stay together for seven, eight, nine, ten seconds... but, just before they reach eleven seconds, Helen pulls away suddenly, startling Dawn. "oh god no no nononono-" Helen mutters to herself, pushing herself off the couch. It doesn't take long for Dawn to realize what is happening. There is a noticeable dark spot on Helen's crotch, visible from the back on her tight jean shorts. More pee continues to drip down in little spurts down the insides of her thighs and into her boots, and begins to form a trail of tiny puddles from the couch to the center of the room where she now stands. It all happens too fast for Dawn to properly react; Helen fidgets with the buttons on her shorts, clearly struggling; She undoes the first one, but it doesn't have a zipper, instead five buttons that go down to the crotch, and just one button isn't nearly enough to get them off... Helen presses her legs together as she struggles with the second one, humming a frantic "mmmnn" to herself, as the puddle on the hardwood floor below grows bigger and bigger, before finally... the dam bursts, and her golden liquid begins to flow unstopped through her jean shorts, long before Helen could have ever had the chance to get the next button undone, let alone the entire pair of shorts... Her knees buckle, and she almost falls over before catching herself on her bed, sighing as she fully relaxed. The pee flows mainly from the center of her crotch, also forming shiny streams down the inside of her thighs that fall into her boots. She lets out an audible sigh, her bladder squeezing itself to push out all of the warm pee it was holding inside, producing a positively euphoric feeling. Dawn looks away for a moment, but slowly, her eyes are drawn back, still enticed by Helen's beauty; the moment of weakness makes apparent her trust, and the apparent euphoria of it all exemplifies her allure... and, strangely, the streams of pee flowing down Helen's legs highlight the beauty of her striking thighs and her ample ass. Dawn, suddenly unafraid of the mess, steps forward to put an arm around Helen's shoulder and simply be with her; her cheeks are flushed red as a tomato, and her eyes are closed gently. Dawn realizes that... this might be what absolute peace looks like. After a remarkable two minutes of release, and a sizable puddle around the soles of Helen's boots, she finally opens her eyes again, and looks into Dawn, who is standing right there, still smiling as she was before. This makes Helen break, busting into tears... "d... dawn i'm.. i'm so sorry... i must be such a... i'm a fucking baby... i don't deserve you. i'm so sorry." at which point, Dawn gently shushes her. "no, no... you're not a baby. you're amazing. you're beautiful." "B... but i wet myself, like a fucking toddler... "I know this, and I love you, girl" Dawn reaches forward and gives another kiss on Helen's warm cheek, in that moment caring about nothing else. "now let's get you cleaned up..." she says, as she wipes a tear off of Helen's cheek. "You know... I didn't understand at first, but... maybe i do now. maybe i should try this sometime... don't knock it till you try it, after all..." --------------------------------------------------------------------------- hey guys! i wanted to try and write a softer story, not one as blatantly erotic as my others, and also I think I'm gonna make it a series? As I wrote this I found myself wanting to write a fucking romance novel with these characters, but I dunno. I hope you enjoyed it!
Chapter 2 --------------------------------------------------------------------------- It's the same day. A bunch of paper towels have been used to clean up the mess left on Helen's dorm floor, and she's currently resting on the couch. Dawn agreed that if she would wipe up all of the pee, she wouldn't have to detergent spray it, or however you call it. So now it's Dawn's turn to help clean up. Unfortunately, the water still hasn't come back, so she can't do much to get the soap off the floor for a while. If there's any more good news, it's that pissing yourself is a really good way to make yourself rest. Dawn, having scrubbed the floor a few times, is basically done, and climbs over to the couch to cuddle her new girlfriend. She wraps her arms gently around Helen, the hands meet at her chest, holding her steady. "...Why?" Helen asks. "I still don't get it. I was so forward. why weren't you uncomfortable? why didn't you leave?" Dawn tucks her chin in the crook of Helen's neck. Her short hair tickles Helen, forcing her to stifle a giggle. "nobody chooses their crushes, girl. you never chose to be flustered around me, you just were. you never chose to be obvious about it, i just have a good eye. besides, you're my sis, remember? we hang out at the coffee shop every day. you're not as hard to read as you think you are." Helen sighs, the tension in her body loosening a little, giving in to Dawn's touch. "I'm not..." "you wear your heart on your sleeve, girl. i'm honestly a bit worried about it." Helen's face grows warm, enough that Dawn can feel it. "Please don't... worry about me... I'll be fine. i promise." "see what i mean, sis? you hesitated." Dawn instantly replies, just a little bit smug about it. "if you wanna make people think you're gonna be fine, you have to make people believe it. now go drink an ice cold glass of love yourself juice." Helen can't help but giggle. "God i hate you, Dawn, for being so good to me." "my touches are extremely tender and my meat is huge." "Hey! I'm the one with the huge meat, you can't take it from me." "THERE you go, sis." Dawn rewards Helen by carding through her hair with her fingers, and giving little scritches. If Helen could purr, her engine would be running full blast right now. "God, i'm sorry to cut this short, but I think I did get some more homework from the professor... I'm sorry." "...hey. that's ok." Dawn lets go of Helen, helping her stand up, though she didn't really need it. "is it a lot, girl?" "Yeah... I can never focus on homework when I'm more stressed." Helen gets up and rifles through her backpack in the corner, as Dawn thinks for a moment. "hey girl. i don't know how much this will help, but..." Dawn looks kind of shy for a moment. "i'll strike a deal with you if you get all your homework done. is it for physics again?" Helen nods her head, curious where this is going. "well, if you can get it all done before dinner, if you can..." Dawn paces around the room a little. "well, when I did something good for you, getting you that coffee, i saw you piss yourself. so... if you get your physics homework done... doing something nice for yourself... i'll piss myself for you." Dawn is... blushing a little. "how's that sound sis?" At the thought, Helen had to look away, all flustered again. She hides a smile behind a hand, not responding. She makes a little whimper. "what was that sis? can you speak up?" Helen stays silent for another moment... before audibly saying "yeah that would be kinda hot." Dawn still looks disappointed. "come on girl! you gotta DEMAND yourself to finish your homework, and when you do, you gotta DEMAND me to piss myself!" Helen can't help but laugh. "Look, I'm a bottom," at which point they both just kinda crack up and lose all their composure. "Okay, okay, fine, I agree, Dawn... I'll try and get my homework done by the end of the day. It shouldn't be too bad anyways..." Helen pulls out like five sheets of scratch paper and a big ol textbook from her bag. "i'll leave you alone, sis, for now. text me when you get done with the homework." Later that night... Helen quickly packs up her stuff and heads over to the cafeteria, setting her stuff down. Dawn arrives later, raising a hand to seductively push her bangs out of the way. God, she's so pretty, Helen thinks... it takes a lot of effort not to stare directly at her tits. Dawn's not as impressive up top as she is on the bottom, but she's still quite sexy. Helen gives a flirty smile and leans over to say hi. "hey cutie! what's up?" Dawn sits down and sets down her stuff. "this bitch." They both giggle at their antics. "so you finished all your homework, sis? can i see the proof?" Helen nods and pulls out the homework, all four pages of it. Dawn inspects it, and decides it's probably done, and hands its back. "...well, in this case, my bladder is your toy." Helen's heart skips a beat. "It is, huh...?" Helen blushes... "Gosh. this is like... you really do love me, don't you?" "that's right... i fucking adore you, girl." Helen has to take a moment to process this, her face growing warmer and warmer. She opens her mouth, then closes it, then... then she begins to speak. "...If, if it wouldn't hurt your stomach, can you... No, im not asking, i'm demanding you to drink two glasses of soda instead of one." --------------------------------------------------------------------------- leaving on a cliffhanger because im a slut for attention tbh. actually the real reason is it's past 1:00 and i need to go to bed, so i figured i might as well be a dick while i'm at it (it being doing nothing for 8 hours)
Chapter 3 --------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Are you feeling it now, mr krabs?" Dawn has finished dinner, a full two glasses of soda downed, and the urges in her bladder are just starting to kick in after not going to the bathroom before dinner. She's holding Helen's hand as they walk back to Helen's dorm. "oh my god, yes, i get it, i'm really feeling it..." Helen giggles. She watched way too much Spongebob as a kid, so of course she has to make the jokes. Helen steps closer and leans her head on Dawn's shoulder. "Hey," she says quietly. "I love you." "aww, i love you too, girl." Helen would normally be self-conscious about PDA, but being close to Dawn just makes her feel safe. Dawn, by the way, feels another twinge in her bladder from all of the soda, pressing her thighs a bit closer together as she walks. Dawn forced herself not to go pee since she saw Helen piss herself, wanting to recreate the same scenario of having no access to a bathroom for several hours, because she knew Helen would like it. She speaks quietly to her: "god, the soda really is catching up, though. i think i can make it back to the dorm though." They both smile at eachother, thinking of this. Looking at her lover distracts Dawn from her bladder for just a moment, reminding her just how beautiful she is, watching the low light of the sunset bounce off of her chocolate-brown cheeks. Her smile radiates happiness like the sun. But then, with Dawn and Helen being as lovey-dovey as they are, it takes about three seconds total for them to be spotted. A girl from Dawn's sculpting class, named Alex, notices the pair walking side by side and runs up. "HEY dawn!! i didn't know you had a girlfriend! i'm so proud!!" Dawn, of course, doesn't want Alex to know about her bladder, so she tries to keep her cool. "oh, haha, yea, she's the best girl." "what's her name??? I gotta know!" Dawn has to shuffle around to get the two in proper introducing position. "helen, this is alex. alex, helen." at which point Helen smiles and cheerfully says "Nice to meet you, Alex!". Dawn then tries to drag Helen away. "i'm sorry girl, but I'm a little busy, can we talk later? ok thanks bye." without waiting for a response. Alex, thusly, is left there at the side of the sidewalk, dumbfounded. She sends a silent prayer to the gods of fertility above that the two of them prepare safely before engaging in sexual activity, making the crucial assumption that that's what is making Dawn "busy". It doesn't take a detective, Helen thinks, to figure this out. "Come on, dawn, don't be too obvious! She's gonna suspect something!" she says, to which Dawn immediately replies, visibly pressing her thighs together: "you assume it's easy to not be obvious, girl..." forcing her to blush. "Oh, did I assume that? Did I, truly?" giving her partner a tickle on the back. Dawn giggles, instinctively reaching down to grab herself. "oh my god stooooop", she whines, as she contracts her muscles to keep her protesting bladder under control... It's not enough, though, as Dawn leaks a little, spurting a few drops of her warm pee onto her scarlet panties. After regaining control of herself, Dawn blushes deeply, pressing her side against her beautiful girlfriend. "Dawn, what's wrong?" Helen asks, still holding Dawn steady around her back. In response, she gets a whisper: "i almost just pissed myself, sis. god i have to pee why did you make me drink both sodas-" "My gosh, babe, you're gonna give my fragile little heart a heart attack..." Helen sneaks a quick cheek kiss as she continues to walk. "Gosh, you're so pretty... i'm so happy you're willing to do this for me..." Dawn smiles back at her. Finally, the star-crossed lovers reach the side door to the dorm house, and Helen opens it after a few seconds of fumbling with the key, during which Dawn presses her thighs together and bounces in place, clearly trying not to look as desperate to pee as she is. After doing this again with the door to Helen's room itself, Dawn rushes in, slides off her shoes, and immediately buckles, holding herself tight with her legs crossed, no longer concerned about onlookers. "fffffffuck... i have to pissssss" she curses, doing a desperate pee dance, her face hot and flushed. Helen comes closer, taking her in arms, as the pair immediately start to smooch eachother, Helen's hands sliding down to hold her lover's substantial hips. Even while passionately smooching Helen, Dawn continues to desperately bob up and down, constantly on edge from the force of her overfilled bladder between her thighs. She raises her arms around Helen's neck, resting them on her shoulders, as they continue to make out for eleven, twelve, thirteen seconds... Dawn finally slows a little, lowering her head as the two look eachother in their beautiful eyes, a trail of saliva still joining their mouths together for a moment. "girl... i don't know how you coaxed out this side of me..." Dawn says, visibly bouncing up and down, often averting her eyes. "i like this... i like pleasing you. i like bursting to piss... i don't know why, but you make it all worth it... cause you're so fucking amazing-" Dawn pulls her right hand out from behind Helen's back and shoves it between her legs, pushing hard, as a single drop of pee manages to make it through her hands. It trickles down her leg, before eventually brushing on Helen's knee, causing her to blush deeply and move in to continue the makeout session. Another seven seconds later, Dawn pulls away again, too antsy to lean into a kiss. "fuck i can't hold it anymore..." Helen softly smiles in response to this, speaking softly... "come to the shower. we won't have to clean it up if you go in there." As the pair walks, Dawn keeps a hand stuck between her voluptuous thighs, still swaying from the weight of her hips even as tense as she is from trying to contain her bladder. As they enter the bathroom and step into the shower, Helen gives one more long kiss before stepping out to observe. "wh... do you want me to turn around, or...?" Helen speaks up: "Are you ok with me deciding the pose?" to which Dawn nods... Helen faces her backwards, and sets her up to brace herself against the back wall of the shower room, her legs standing apart with her feet at shoulder-width. Helen's face is absolutely red as a tomato right now, as she looks at her partner, who herself cranes her head to look at Helen; the appearance of Dawn's blushed face, her antsiness combined with the spectacular view of her sizeable ass and her amazing thighs over the sweater dress, causes her to go nearly insane with hormones. Dawn only looks into Helen's eyes for a few seconds longer, before finally... Just as Helen lost control in this same room, on this same day, Dawn closes her eyes tight, as an aggressive stream of pee bursts forth from between Dawn's legs, running down the insides of her thighs into the shower drain. Dawn gives one last feeble attempt to stop the stream, as if by instinct, but it's futile, and the euphoria of finally letting loose gets to her as she totally relaxes and lets out an audible sigh of pleasure, one hand sliding down the wall of the shower room. Helen steps closer, flushed by the power of Dawn's stream, and lays her hands around Dawn's waist and kisses her on the back of the neck... sticking a leg forward, letting Dawn's warm piss run down the length of their thigh. The sexual tension of Helen against her back combined with the intense relieving feeling of her bladder gushing out piss combine into a wonderful feeling between Dawn's legs, one that she instantly recognizes. It takes about a minute for Dawn's bladder to empty itself; while Helen had mastered the art of the extended hold, Dawn had only been holding for about two or three hours, as her bladder is not nearly as exercised as Helen's. But when it finally does, the pair stand there in the shower room, blushing like crazy. Dawn's relationship with Helen has been one of the most passionate and emotional she's been on; Normally, with her sexual partners, she finds it hard to find the intense emotion that she feels between her and Helen. And for this, she feels incredibly grateful. Dawn finally turns around to look Helen in the eyes, as she reaches a hand down to remove her soiled crimson panties from between her legs, holding them up in the air. There is a large dark stain in the crotch, clearly visible to Helen as it is held for her to behold, before Dawn drops her hand and lets the panties fall onto the floor of the shower. Wordlessly, the pair's scarlet string pulls them taut, and Dawn and Helen's lips are locked together in a long, deep, and passionate kiss. When they pull away, finally, Helen only has one thing to say: "Come to bed with me, my love." --------------------------------------------------------------------------- i hope yall didn't think i was gonna keep yall hanging for too long, i have a free day anyways. I feel like I'm using "helen" and "dawn" too often, so I'm trying to vary up the word choice. I hope it paid off! i guess this counts as another cliffhanger, but the arc i promised at the beginning of chapter 2 has finally finished, so im not gonna consider it one, more like just. setting up the next chapter. like a story is supposed to do. im gonna go to bed now good night
Hey, so this chapter will be... A little more than lewd, just warning y'all. god damn ok but just searching for "euphemisms for sex" yields some absolutely horrible results, like can you guys not think of anything with any subtlety? i apologize i just needed to rant (altho tbf "Open the gates of Mordor" is really good). oh, also, this chapter will contain... well, milk. like, human milk. it wont be too prominent but itll be there --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 4 --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Helen's heart is beating like mad. Dawn, the most beautiful girl in the entire college, is in her dorm right now, and they just made out and she indulged her fetish and now they're about to, you know, do the do. What the hell??? Is life real right now? She sits in anticipation on the couch, nervously bouncing up and down as Dawn cleans herself up in the bathroom, wiping off her own pee. In that moment Dawn is tempted to masturbate, her fingers right up to her naughty bits only separated by a simple wad of toilet paper, but she restrains herself. That can come later. If she doesn't mess this up, she might not even need to do it herself. Be patient, Dawn. Instead, Dawn comes strutting out of the bathroom with a hand on her hip, giving Helen a flirty smile as she picks up her backpack and brings it to the couch. She rifles around in it, frustrated, before finally turning up an inordinate number of sex toys. There's condoms and vibrators and all shapes of dildos and some BDSM stuff and even... is that a humbler???? That's a humbler. That's a fucking humbler. "I-" Helen stammers for a bit. "i didn't know you liked CBT." "eh, an older partner was into it. well..." Dawn lays out the last of the stuff. "pick your poison, sis." Helen, blushing like mad, stares for a good few seconds, and slowly reaches down towards... something... but quickly yanks her hand back up, covering her face out of sheer embarrassment. "oh my god im so sorry i cant", she muffles through her hands, as she almost begins to cry. "hey.. hey, girl." Dawn gives her partner a gentle hug, gently carding through her hair to soothe her. "hey... let's slow down. i'm sorry, sis, i shouldn't have put you on the spot like that..." Helen reaches over to give a hug in return, tucking her chin into the crook of Dawn's neck. "I'm sorry, i.. i just, i worry that... i keep thinking i'll make the wrong choice." Dawn stands up her other, getting them both on their feet. "you won't make the wrong choice.", she says, as she picks up some of the sex toys and brings them over to the desk next to Helen's bed, hoisting her up to help her get in. "why don't we just cuddle for a bit, sis. if you think you're ready to go further, just pick something out from the bag. is that cool?" Helen, nodding, falls over onto her side. She reaches a hand forward towards Dawn's face, to bring her in close. The pair lie together, their cheeks flushed, their eyes half-lidded but pupils wide with love. Helen lies her hands at Dawn's waist, enjoying the feeling of her gentle curves... She notices Dawn's scent, from her lavender shampoo, a tart contrast from the sweetness of her own strawberry scent. Helen loves smelling dawn, seeing her, feeling her skin against her own... so she speaks up. "...dawn. i'm... can we... take our... can we take eachother's clothes off...?" Dawn nods... "...yes. of course, girl... now put your arms up." It's an innocuous command, but firm enough to make Helen blush submissively, as she raises her arms... Dawn lowers her hands from Helen's shoulders, tracing along her side until she comes to her soft flesh, and traces up the skin inside Helen's crop top, eliciting a sigh of pleasure. Dawn puts her fingers around the hem of the top, slowly lifting it up and over Helen's head, exposing her bra and developing breasts. So too does Dawn slide her hands to Helen's hips, removing the pair of shorts she changed into earlier. At the same time, Helen attempts to strip Dawn, but she's not as confident in her sexual prowess, and is significantly slower. She's too nervous to pull the dress up from the hips, so she tries to find a zipper on the back. "hey, sis... don't be nervous", Dawn whispers, gently guiding Helen's hand to her hips. Slowly, but surely, Helen slips her fingers under the hem of the dress, sloowly pulling it up, watching as Dawn's face grows ever warmer from her lover's hands on her naked hips. Finally, Helen removes the dress entirely, pulling it up over Dawn's arms, letting their soft skin touch. The pair, as if reading eachother's minds, pulls eachother into a gentle and passionate kiss, reaching their hands over to cradle eachother. When they pull apart, Helen only has one thing to say. She says it softly, with a hint of hormonal anticipation in her voice: "i'm ready." Dawn nods, getting out of the way to expose Helen's path to all the sex toys. She rolls over and contemplates her choice, reaching over to pick up a particular strap-on and dildo, turning around to present them to Dawn. This makes her blush, but she isn't sure what's gonna happen just from seeing her partner hold a strap-on. "wh... what's up, sis? do you want to... or... do you want me to...?" Helen nods at the last one, giving Dawn an uncertain, nervous expression, that she easily picks up on. Dawn, in reply, slowly reaches over to take the strap-on from her partner's hands. "i'm too dysphoric to top. i hope that's ok", Helen mumbles, not loud enough for Dawn to hear if she wasn't right in front of her. "of course it's ok, girl. is there a reason you don't wanna use your fingers?" "no... i just figured i could do that after. if you're ok with it..." Dawn, in reply, gives a pleading look to her lover, "come on, girl, can't i go first?? just think of your turn as round 2..." Helen, unable to object, stammers for a bit. "I-I mean- oh god uh..." "hey, it's ok. i'm just teasing..." Helen takes a deep breath in, and a deep breath out, and summons her confidence. "...you can go first. is that ok?" She looks directly into Dawn's eyes, noticing how wide her pupils are... she reaches a hand up to brush her lover's hair out of the way. "...i am. this is... your first time, right, sis?" "...Yeah. there's a... particular spot in there I'm supposed to hit... right?" "yeah girl. i'll nod when you hit it. also... put a condom around your fingers. it's safer." Helen nods, reaching over to get one... she thinks for a bit as she opens up the condom, putting it on her index, middle and ring fingers. "Should i clip my fingern-" "no, don't, sis, just do it..." It's at this point that Helen looks into Dawn's eyes, examining her flushed face and flustered expression,that she realizes that Dawn has been anticipating this longer than she initially realized. Perhaps she was wrong about earlier, when she rushed her away from Alex, that maybe her bladder wasn't the only organ she was thinking with. Helen, slowly but surely, traces her fingers down the sides of Dawn's naked lower body, down to her hips. She raises her other hand to her partner's chest, gently unhooking her bra and lifting it up over her head, tossing it to the side. Helen can't help but be jealous of her lover's breasts, getting to finally see them in their full glory in this moment... as her right hand slides down between Dawn's legs, Helen lays a gentle but deep kiss upon her nipple, beginning to gently suck on it, lick it, pull on it with her lips, until she's startled when she tastes milk. Dawn was a recent mother, whose baby isn't even a year old yet, so she still regularly breastfeeds them. Helen knew this, and was expecting it, but it still took her by surprise. Even still, she keeps going, stroking between the lips of her partner's labia, gently feeling the flesh within Dawn's vulva. She slowly slides one, then two, then three fingers in, gently pressing against the walls of Dawn's vagina, looking for the right spot. Eventually, at a particular spot, Dawn pipes up softly: "right there..." Wordlessly, Helen begins to stroke the wall at that spot, slowly applying more and more pressure with her strong ring finger, eliciting a moan from Dawn. She keeps at it, pushing and sucking, slowly picking up the pace, as Dawn sloppily responds by raising an arm up and unhooking Helen's own bra, letting her breasts fall loose against the other's stomach. Eventually, Helen swaps over to Dawn's other breast, coaxing her milk out and continuing to lap it up... after a few minutes, Dawn lets out another moan, before suddenly she reaches orgasm; Helen's hand, still pushing inside Dawn's vulva, is coated with her white cum as she audibly sighs and relaxes, letting all of the tension in her body fall out onto Helen's hand. Helen doesn't quite take her hand out just yet, but she does lap up the last of the milk and pushes her head up to look at Dawn. She does eventually slide the hand out, wiping it off on her hip. Helen smiles, now truly understanding the meaning of afterglow, absolutely stunned by Dawn's incredible beauty in this moment. "sis, are you sure this was your first time?" she says, with a light chuckle. "I'm pretty sure... did i do a good job?" "fuck yea, girl. god, i had no idea you were so strong..." Helen, tired, slumps forward onto Dawn and gives her a passionate yet submissive kiss. When they pull away, Helen gives an expression equal parts flirty as it is mischievous. "...my turn." is all she utters, her hands on Dusk's upper arms, ass all up in the air. She gives her rump a flirty shake to remind Dawn what's up, at which point Dawn returns the expression. "alright, girl, but you gotta get off me first." Helen doesn't want to get off, but she does, letting Dawn stretch out on the floor of the dimly-lit room. God, her ass is so cute, she thinks, as she stares into her lover's ample curves. She watches as Dawn slides on the strap-on, getting it all fitted. Dawn does a sexy pose in front of Dawn's eyes, eliciting an immense blush that forces Helen to look away... in that time, she adjusts herself, getting her rear bumper pointed in the right direction. "it's not time yet, sis. it'll just hurt if i jump right in." Helen turns around, nodding, watching as Dawn applies another condom to the strap-on and sufficiently lubes it. Finally, Dawn steps forward, starting very slowly to get Helen used to it all. "don't be afraid to ask me to stop, sis. it's perfectly ok." Helen nods as she readjusts herself. Dawn slowly enters Helen, getting her all relaxed up for what's about to happen, slowly pushing the dildo further in. Helen tries to relax, letting Dawn take over; and take over Dawn does, slowly pushing further and further in, until Dawn is fully inside. Helen can already feel herself grow more and more stimulated, having reached the point where Dawn is pushing all the way through her, causing her to visibly bounce up and down, Dawn's pumps reverberating through her whole body. Helen starts to make noises that somewhat approximate something between a moan and a sigh every so often, getting ever more excited as the clock ticks. After a minute, two minutes, three minutes of this, during which Helen continues to lose her composure more and more, she finally reaches her breaking point, spilling her cum all over the bedspread. Her energy drains from her body as Dawn's did just a few minutes ago, and Helen lies incredibly exhausted on the soft mattress. After a bit of cleaning, Dawn excuses herself for a minute to go pee; "it'll prevent utis", she explains, as she saunters off. Soon, Helen too takes her turn in the bathroom, and then the pair of sudden lovers lie naked together on the bed, their scarlet string pulled taut. They barely even have the energy to make out at this point. "Hey Dawn?" Helen asks, exhaustion in her voice as she speaks. "I'm... i'm so glad i met you. and that's..." She takes a deep breath. "that's not even just because of the sex or the piss or whatever. you're just so... god i..." Helen wraps her arms over Dawn's shoulders, again looking into her bright, beautiful eyes. "I know i've said this, but... you... you remind me that I'm supported wherever I go. even still, I..." Helen takes in a deep, somewhat shaky breath, and lets it out slowly. "...I know that... we're destined to be an... imperfect relationship. all relationships are. and that scares me so much..." Helen holds Dawn close and tight, tucking her chin into the crook of her lover's neck. "...helen, babe?" Dawn lets out a sigh, and runs her hand down Helen's back to soothe her. "are you gonna cry...?" Helen takes in another deep breath, and lets it back out. "m... maybe. i'm just... i'm scared of committing. i worry i'll be stuck with an abuser, or... worse... I'll..." Helen finally breaks, giving a choking sob into Dawn's shoulder. Helen's lover reaches a hand through her hair, carding through it, soothing her as she plants kisses on her cheeks. "don't worry, helen. you've... shown me that it's ok to express yourself. you don't hide behind a character or a mask. you are incredibly, and unapologetically, yourself." Dawn, still giving gentle pats, reaches for the bedside lamp and fidgets with it until it turns off. "it's time to go to bed now. let's not worry about anything. it's time to go to sleep." And at that moment, as if Dawn had uttered a magic spell, the world quieted, and the star-crossed lovers drifted off to sleep in eachother's arms. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- holy shit ok its late and im tired. the next chapter will definitely have omo in it, dont worry! im honestly not sure where i plan on ending this though. maybe ill just write until i get tired, idk. thanks yall so much for reading <3<3<3<3
god damn ok i havent had a lot of inspiration. gonna hopefully write something up because idk. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 5 --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Helen's eyes flutter open to a dorm room ceiling. Dawn is still asleep. It's quiet. Helen tends to wake up quite early for classes and studying, such that it's become a bit of a habit. She slowly pushes herself out of bed, going over to put on some black underwear, pulling them over her large body. Dawn, who is still asleep, shuffles over to hug the pillow and crumpled blankets of Helen's bed in her sleep, compensating for the sudden lack of warmth and huggable things, eliciting a warm smile from Helen. After getting into a nice set of bell-bottom jeans and a top, Helen applies her makeup and deliberately plants a kiss on Dawn's cheek, staining it scarlet in the pattern of her lips. With nothing to do for a few hours, Helen heads off to the library, leaving a note that reads as follows: "Dear Dawn: Heading out to the library to study. Meet me there if you want to hang out. Love, Helen ❤️ <3" Of course, Helen neglects to consider her filling bladder, deciding that if Dawn wishes to indulge she would let her know. Even if not, she would understand; they each have to go at their own pace. Letting her hips sway with her step as she walks down the halls of the dorm to the campus fields, Helen always tries to walk with confidence and pride in her body. Her bladder, filled about halfway with warm pee, constantly let out a tickling sensation inside her that always made her super excited to hold longer. She wishes she were the kind of person that drew eyes as she walked into the room- and to be fair, she's about as beautiful- but people are rude, and usually just call her a slut. So she takes the word as a symbol of personal pride. After ordering a coffee from the campus coffee shop, she sits down at the library and cracks open a textbook. And she works, and works, for about an hour, during which her bladder is tickled and filled by the coffee. Though her bladder does battle with her body, and fights valiantly, it is destined to lose, the seige against it destined to break down its walls. Of course, a much less fun and more frustrating battle is being fought inside Helen's head, between her intellect and her textbook. All Helen can think about is who invented algebra and why couldn't they keep it to themself? It is at that moment that Dawn shows up, pushing open the library door and knocking on the table. "hey helen." she says, an air of calmness to her voice. "mind if i sit down?" "Oh, sure! I'm just about done with my homework anyways." Helen continues to scribble the language of Thoth onto her paper, eventually scrawling out a confident set of cuneiform that she proudly encircles, pronouncing her homework finished. "Perfect timing. So, what's up with you, Dawn"? Helen asks, crossing her arms over the still-open textbook to lean over it. Dawn put on the change of clothes she brought to Helen's dorm, a short skirt and a printed tank top. Among other things, like some incredible makeup, just subtle enough that you have to look to notice it, but it's still a short pencil skirt and a printed tank top. Helen is once again awestruck by her beauty, and is surprised she was able to finish the last problem of her homework with a looker like Dawn standing right there. She sits down and smooths out her skirt, letting Helen admire her. After a few seconds sharing longing looks, Dawn pipes up. "hey girl, after art class, we're planning to go to the bar to hang out. wanna come with?" "Mmmm..." Helen has never been a big fan of alcohol, often disturbed by people's lack of inhibitions when intoxicated. It's cute when it's people she trusts, but when she's with a bunch of strangers... it doesn't go well. "it's okay, sis," Dawn pipes up again. "we can sit outside. and we'll keep someone else sober, so you can have a bit of a bodyguard. he'll be a big burly dude noone will want to fuck with." That makes Helen giggle. "Haha... okay, I think I can go. What time?" "seven, seven-thirty ish. meet me on the corner of fourth and broadway." Helen nods, jotting it down in her mental notepad, before leaning forward and going back to yearning, staring into Dawn's beautiful eyes. Suddenly, Helen's bladder aches, and she tries to subtly reach a hand down between her legs to hold herself. Dawn, of course, catches on, checking to see if anyone is within earshot. "playing your little game, huh, sis? how long you been holding?" she sweetly coos. "i'm gonna make you say it, just so you know" Helen blushes, averting her eyes towards her textbook. "Since last night". This makes Dawn do a double take, surprised at her girlfriend's capacity. "dang, girl. i didn't realize how much you could hold in there. you planning to have some fun soon? ;)" Helen slowly nods, giving a wink back. "I'll send you some pictures of the end result. I know you're busy..." Helen admits this shyly, letting Dawn see her flushed face. "I know you're new to all this... it won't be too kinky this tim-" Dawn quickly interrupts her. "no, no, don't hold yourself back. you've shown me this is sexy, girl. go stupid." Dawn's smile grows larger as she says this, working to instill in Helen the same sexual confidence she carries. "art class is in fifteen minutes. go to your dorm and get some pictures ready, and remember not to do anything you're uncomfortable doing.. are you ready?" Helen slowly nods, all flustered and shy. "good, sis. love you so fucking much. gotta go now, see you at seven <3" Dawn blows a quick, discreet kiss and gives a wink, before leaving Helen to her own devices. Helen, overcome with desire and sexual energy, packs her stuff up and heads off to her dorm. There, she takes a video, about four minutes long, which is sent to Dawn a few minutes after it is taken. The video views as follows: A hand pulls away from the camera, revealing Helen's face. The phone is propped up on a little cup-phone, with a.... decent view of the floor, not terrible. Helen is topless, with only her bra on alongside her same jeans and high heels, squatting over the floor with her legs open wide. The light on her phone is on, so light is shining all the way up between Helen's legs, giving the camera a great view of her crotch. Helen waves, giving a smile and a kiss blown back in return; just as she blows the kiss, a dark spot forms between Helen's legs. It quickly grows bigger, pooling around her ass, before she begins to fully piss herself, letting her hot pee stream down her hips and drip down onto the floor. Helen reaches her hands up to unclasp her bra, letting her breasts fall loose as is her piss. After letting the camera get a good view of her tits as she cups and cradles them, she scooches around to show off her ass through the jeans as well. Soon after, she finishes peeing; right now, it's about a minute and a half through the video, so clearly there's more. Helen stands up, unbuttons her jeans, and slides them down her legs, revealing her black lacy panties. In these she squats, rubbing herself through them with her middle finger for much of the rest of the video, eventually pulling them aside to reveal her naughty bits. As she masturbates the tension in her expression grows; at one point coaxing a moan out of her; before, finally, she reaches her breaking point and orgasms on camera. Helen pulls her fingers out of herself and stands up to grab a tissue, cleaning herself up enough that she can pick up the phone and give a final smile and blow one more kiss. The video ends on a shot of a relieved Helen, her face almost glowing and her beauty apparent. This is sent to Dawn, who has to frustratingly wait until after class to watch it. She sneaks into the bathroom to do so, and herself starts to masturbate to it, reaching a hand into the hem of her skirt and rubbing herself... but she stops. That can come later. People will hear her. She decides to be discreet, and puts her phone up. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- god im tired. i know that a lot of the language surrounding Helen implies that she's trans, but ive been having trouble deciding if i would have her be pre-op or post-op, so even though it kiiiiind of conflicts with the notion of only having been on E for six months, i decided to make her post-op. Next chapter will feature some slightly drunk shenanigans, but not enough that I would call it a breach of consent. ("not enough" as in not sexual enough, rather than not drunk enough. more sexy times will likely come in Chapter 7) i hope this was a nice read!! thank u
Chapter 6 --------------------------------------------------------------------------- A young man walks into a bar from the men's restroom. His name is Logan; built large and broad like a quarterback, with the resolve of a knight, he gives a confident smile and sits down where his backpack sits. Next to him is his friend, Shalomel, a tiny Jewish lady, chattering eagerly over a pint of rum with her own friend, Dawn. Dawn waves at Logan and gives a confident "heey". Shalomel too looks over, giving a broad smile and a friendly hug. For being so small, Shalomel has a titanic personality, and she isn't afraid to show it around her friends. "We gotcha rum. That's what you like, isn't it?" "yeah, thank you!" Logan sits down and sips on his drink. "hey Dawn, didn't you say your new girlfriend was coming?" "Oh, she's sitting outside. Not a big fan of bars, I hear." Logan raises an eyebrow at Shalomel, confused as to why someone who doesn't like bars would come to one, at which Dawn speaks up. "i hope it's ok that i told her you'd act like a bodyguard, bro. girl has trauma. not sure about the details yet." Meanwhile, Helen sits at the curbside, sipping on... orange juice, alone, scrolling over her phone. And then, she puts away the phone, because the internet is depressing. The trio from within the bar steps out, carrying their drinks with them. "hey sis", Dawn says, sitting down to give a hug and a cheek kiss. As the other two sit down on either side, Logan pipes up: "you ok there bud? i heard Dawn say you get nervous around alcohol. do you want to go back to campus?" Helen lets out a soft laugh in reply. "no... I'm fine. I'm too shaken up to go inside for long, though. Are you two Dawn's friends?" "Sure are, sister! I'm Shalomel, and this is Logan. We're all bastards! Naturally dead! Fuck the monarchy!" At this point, Shalomel is pacing back and forth, just generally having fun. "girl's a history buff, it's some nonsense about the rules of the british king or something. love her with my whole heart. now sit the fuck down, sis." Shalomel promptly sits the fuck down, sis. The four begin to laugh and have fun, Helen feeling safe in the arms of her girlfriend and with Logan around to scare people off. A few intoxicated men do come to try and flirt with the girls, but are usually shooed off in quick succession. They talk about their majors and their friends and they exchange gossip, and as everyone except Helen grows more and more intoxicated, they become more honest, more bold in their statements. Dawn in particular seems to drink a little too much, her face growing flushed and her coordination getting worse. At that point. Helen stops her: "Hey, Dawn. no more. You're drunk enough already, we can't let something bad happen." Helen takes a cup of gin out of Dawn's hand, setting it down on the ground. The springtime sun has set, and a soft orange glow is still visible from around the densely-packed buildings of the inner city. It's time to go home, Helen thinks, which is nice because her bladder is now quite full- she's not willing to use the bar's toilets due to shyness. Shalomel and Logan are relatively sober enough to walk, but Dawn drank just a bit too much, so Helen slowly helps her stand up. "Hey Logan, Shalomel?" Helen says. "this was a really wonderful night. thank you." to which Shalomel immediately shouts "Shucks, queen! you're parta the gang" as she gives Helen a hard noogie. "OW-" Helen sends pack a playful punch to the arm, causing them both to openly chortle. "god, Dawn, you're lucky to have a girlfriend like her-" Shalomel's eyes widen, drawing Logan and Helen to Dawn's attention as well. Inside Dawn's mind, with how much alcohol she's had, she's become significantly numb to her own needs, only to be suddenly brought out of her stupor by an intense bladder spasm. The young woman has both hands buried between her legs, making no effort at all to hide her desperation. Helen stammers for a bit, before finally getting out a few words. "uhm. I'm gonna. I'll run along now. See you guys later." Helen puts a gentle hand behind the small of Dawn's back and hurries her along as several frenetic kisses are planted on her cheek. Shalomel and Logan are left there, utterly bewildered. Helen rushes for Dawn's dorm, which is closer than her own. She gets the room info and keys out of Dawn, but Dawn being so obvious about her bladder makes Helen's worse, making it hard for her to keep moving so quickly. She almost considers following in Dawn's footsteps and holding herself, but that hardly lasts long before Dawn finally says something. "heleeeeeen, why are you going so fast. can't we stop so i can take a pee??? i'm gonna piss myself girl." This causes Helen to let out a sigh of frustration. "Dawn, baby, we're in public, we can't just go pissing wherever... We're almost home. just hold on a little longer." Helen grabs a hold of Dawn's keys and begins to open the door, but before she can get it open, Dawn shouts: "LOOK OUT!" Helen, of course, does a double take and gets out of the way of the door, thinking it's something dangerous, but nothing comes. Confused, she goes back to the door, but almost steps in a puddle of water on the ground, surrounding Dawn. It takes almost no time for Helen to do the calculations. Dawn squats there, her bladder gushing out onto the corner of the sidewalk and the dormhouse wall, an expression of pure ecstasy on her face. Helen, utterly mortified, looks around, and yeah, people are watching. They're not looking at her, but at Dawn, confused about what the hell added up to lead to this point. Helen shouts: "DAWN, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" as she reaches over to stand her back up. Dawn, out of shock, halfheartedly seals herself closed, blushing from embarrassment, relief, and hormones, still dripping along the walk up the stairs... Helen opens the door to Dawn's dorm, finally, startling her roommate as Dawn rushes into the restroom to loudly finish the job. ...It takes a moment for Helen to process what just happened. She leans her head on the wall, one arm raised to prop herself up, visibly sweaty, and highkey embarrassed. Dawn's roommate gets up and walks towards her, asking what "the hell happened here??" Helen just cranes her head to the side to look her in the eyes, and utters one word: "alcohol." After a bit of recuperation, Dawn and Helen are back outside, walking towards Helen's dorm so as to not bother the roommate. Helen, tired and quite desperate to pee at this point, gets frustrated at her failure to unlock the door to her room, before she finally gets it open. It doesn't take long for her to plop down on her own toilet, relieving herself of all the pressure in her bladder. Although she could have held it quite a bit longer, the stress of the situation made it impossible for Helen to think about much else. She lets out a sigh and slumps over as her bladder gushes out hot piss into the toilet. After washing her hands (and making Dawn wash her hands a second time to be safe), an exhausted Helen lies down on the couch with an exhausted Dawn, and all either of them can think about is how much they love eachother, even if they're ultimately both disasters. Helen, not wanting to do anything too intense to a drunken partner, gives Dawn a passionate kiss on the cheek, hugging her tightly. "hey, sis, that was hot, right??" "...Yeah. that was hot as fuck." --------------------------------------------------------------------------- screams!!! i'm not particularly well-versed in alcohol, but i hope this chapter proved to be an enjoyable read nonetheless. i really wanted to do this so i could have an excuse to write public wetting/peeing and although its very fast-paced, i really like how this turns out. i hope you enjoyed it too!
Chapter 7 --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Shape of You begins to play. Helen immediately turns it off, wondering if anyone in the world likes that song. Dawn sits on the couch in front of Helen’s laptop as it plays a movie, a copiously large glass of water to her side. She’ll get dehydrated from the alcohol, Helen says, even though it’s very obviously just an excuse to refill Dawn’s bladder. Speaking of which, Helen begins to walk back over from the dresser, which serves as a makeshift kitchen for breakfast, late-night snacks, or just when she’s too depressed to leave her room. She brings over two coffee filters full of chips, setting one on Dawns’s lap as she leans over to give a soft kiss on the cheek. “Dawn, baby, you didn’t drink your water…” Helen coos, tucking herself into the crook of Dawn’s neck, smelling her lavender perfume. Dawn makes a pretend-grumble sound that actually sounds pleasant as she reaches over to grab the water, gulping it down. Helen can hear her girlfriend swallow, the water rushing down the walls of her throat… it knocks Dawn back into her senses a little, just from the sensation of the cool water inside her mouth. She sets it down, reaching around Helen to gently rest her hands on her partner’s hips. Helen has her own glass of water too, her second one after arriving back at home about 30 minutes ago. She, too, simply wanted to fill up her bladder again; Normally, she would have held it since getting home, but when she peed she was too exasperated to really hold it much longer. When you’re stressed, holding isn’t really fun, just kind of painful. As such, drinking a really big glass of water is the typical setup of rapid desperation, which Helen did to compensate. Suddenly, a sex scene comes on. “oooh, girlllll, we gotta try that tonight…” Helen giggles at Dawn’s statement and her sudden horniness, causing her to blush. “Babe, we shouldn’t go too far until you’re sober enough to consent…” “yea, yeah, i know… i’m not that drunk, sis.” Helen’s head slides down her lover’s body until she’s resting it on Dawn’s chest, listening to her slow, gentle breath. Dawn’s speech isn’t slurred, and her skin is warm, though she doesn’t know how much the flushed face is a measure of her drunkenness considering the situation… Suddenly, she has another pang in her bladder, and she can feel herself having to squeeze to keep it all in… It’s not so bad, though, and she soon relaxes. Dawn, however, has a major pang in her bladder too, her water combining with the alcohol to attack her smaller bladder… she calculates that she’s not gonna last much longer like this, and a plan forms in her head. So she speaks up. “hey helen, girl… i noticed you got some water too. what’s it for, sis?”  Helen pushes her head up to meet Dawn in the eyes. “I dunno… I just wanted to have some water, i guess…” As she speaks, her blush grows a little, her secret breaking down. “oh? you sure are big on hydration today, aren’t you girl?” Dawn reaches a finger down and begins to tickle Helen on the neck, making her audibly smile and giggle… In that moment, Dawn is briefly struck by how warm Helen’s smile is. An evil grin begins to grow on Dawn’s face. “you know… did i ever say you could go pee when we got home, did we?” she says, forcing Helen to blush even more deeply. “you knew, didn’t you, girl? you were punishing yourself with all that water, weren’t you?” Helen… slowly nods, letting Dawn take over for the moment. “Are you gonna punish me, sweetie?” “oh, i definitely am, girl. and your punishment is no peeing for the rest of the night. If you can last until midnight…” As Dawn speaks, she pushes herself up, standing in front of Helen. She bends forward, letting her soon-to be plaything stare down into her cleavage. “you will be rewarded handsomely. But until then, you’re my toy…” Dawn pushes herself up and struts over to the counter, trying her best to hide her mounting desperation. Honestly, it’s failing; Helen can see her fidget slightly with her knees, which is not helping her own bladder… Dawn pours two more large glasses of water, setting one at each of their spots on the table. Helen, now blushing like mad, swallows to work up the energy to speak up. “D-dawn, baby, I don’t know if I can hold it that long.” “oh, girl, i know you can. your bladder’s huge. in fact, if it’s so certain, why don’t i make things a little more interesting, huh?” Dawn crosses her arms around the hem of her top, slowly lifting it over her head, revealing her feminine pink push-up bra, wrapping around her ample breasts. She dances for Helen, running her hands down her body as she turns around, gyrating her hips. Eventually, she turns around and lightly lifts her black skirt higher on her waist until her ass, surrounded by lacy sheer panties the same color as her bra, is slightly visible under the skirt. Finally, Dawn opens her legs wide and turns around to look Helen in the eyes as a stream begins to shoot through Dawn’s panties, making an audible tinkling sound against the ground. As she pisses, Dawn gives a visible show of relief, closing her eyes and sighing, finally revealing just how desperate she was, how much her bladder was begging to explode. Watching Dawn relieve herself into her panties and onto her dormitory floor drove Helen crazy; though incredibly aroused, the stream reminds her of her distended bladder, and she reaches a hand down between her legs to hold herself through her jeans, giving a demure look up towards her lover. But, of course, she repeatedly sneaks glances at her ass and gushing nether regions, and eventually unashamedly stares at them for a full second… Just as Dawn begins to finish pissing, Helen pushes herself up, a hand still buried between her legs, and puts her other hand on Dawn’s hip as she covers her neck with passionate kisses. She can feel the warmth radiating from her girlfriend’s hormonal body, the pressure of her ample curves against her own too much to bear. Dawn turns around and begins to kiss Helen fervently on the lips, squatting down to clean herself off on the fabric of Helen’s jeans. In a moment, Helen ends up kneeling there with a wet Dawn straddled over her large thigh; she lets Dawn grope Helen, but only remains there a few seconds. Slowly, Helen pulls away, not wanting to go too far before the fun had really begun. “D… Dawn. Please… please play with me. Play with my bladder all night until it spills onto the floor. Please… i need it so bad.” All Dawn can think about in this moment is all the schemes she’s going to play on Helen for the rest of the night. Thinking of this, she blushes as she gives Helen an evil and incredibly sexy grin. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- ...never mind! here's chapter 7? it feels kind of rushed, honestly, but even still i hope it delivers... thanks so much for reading this far! it's honestly a huge honor ^u^
Okay I'm sorry for all the delays but this is FINALLY done! Well, not the whole series, but this chapter which is really long and also a different arc I wanted to take starting out from Chapter 6? I know, I'm sure a lot of people were excited for what was going to be Chapter 8, but I just couldn't make it work, so I stepped back a bit. I'll definitely revisit that same concept again in the future, though! Without further ado... --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 7 (Rewritten) --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Shape of You begins to play. Helen immediately turns it off, wondering if anyone in the world likes that song. Dawn sits on the couch in front of Helen’s laptop as it plays a movie, a copiously large glass of water to her side. She’ll get dehydrated from the alcohol, Helen says, even though it’s very obviously just an excuse to refill Dawn’s bladder. Speaking of which, Helen begins to walk back over from the dresser, which serves as a makeshift kitchen for breakfast, late-night snacks, or just when she’s too depressed to leave her room. She brings over two coffee filters full of chips, setting one on Dawns’s lap as she leans over to give a soft kiss on the cheek. “Dawn, baby, you didn’t drink your water…” Helen coos, tucking herself into the crook of Dawn’s neck, smelling her lavender perfume. Dawn makes a pretend-grumble sound that actually sounds pleasant as she reaches over to grab the water, gulping it down. Helen can hear her girlfriend swallow, the water rushing down the walls of her throat… it knocks Dawn back into her senses a little, just from the sensation of the cool water inside her mouth. She sets it down, reaching around Helen to gently rest her hands on her partner’s hips. Helen has her own glass of water too; though she could never refill her bladder so quickly in just a few hours, and might just be too tired to do so, she still figures that she could still have a bit of fun if she ends up rapidly filling up. Even still, she knows that Dawn's bladder will suffer much more; she can't hold nearly as much, her muscles aren't as strong, she's just not as experienced at holding. She'll probably be walking in and out of the bathroom every other second. Suddenly, a sex scene comes on. “oooh, girlllll, we gotta try that tonight…” Helen giggles at Dawn’s statement and her sudden horniness, causing her to blush. “Babe, we shouldn’t go too far until you’re sober enough to consent…” “yea, yeah, i know… i’m not that drunk, sis.” Helen’s head slides down her lover’s body until she’s resting it on Dawn’s chest, listening to her slow, gentle breath. "You pissed on the side of the dormitory... people were watching. that's pretty drunk..." At this, Dawn seems to look away, the temperature in her body growing. She's gotten sober enough to be embarrassed by now, which Helen quickly picks up on; she reaches her hand up and gently runs her fingers through Dawn's short hair, soothing her and coaxing out the tension in her body. "Hey, sunshine..." Helen whispers, a loving cadence to her voice. "life happens to the best of us... you had a moment of weakness, and that's ok. nobody can be eternally strong." Dawn, in reply, slowly turns around, readjusting herself to be able to look into Helen's eyes... The pair sit incredibly close, and for a moment, Helen looks into Dawn's eyes and, ever so briefly, seems to see the deep ocean within them; in the black sea of Dawn's wide pupil, it's as if Helen can see bioluminescent jellyfish dancing, casting a beautiful azure glow all around them. But just as soon as Helen thinks she sees this, Dawn falls forward onto Helen's shoulder, gently sobbing into the fabric of her shoulder. What she thought were jellyfish were tears, reflecting the cerulean twilight. Helen immediately goes into Shooshmode, again raising a hand to card her fingers through Dawn's hair, gently whispering in her ear: "it's okay dawn... let it all out. i will always love you... no matter what." She lowers her hand to rub on Dawn's back, coaxing Dawn to let out choked sobs. Slowly, over the next few minutes, Dawn calms herself, simmering down to shaky breaths and a tightly-locked hug around Helen, who continues to run her hands down Dawn's back. She pulls away slowly, looking Helen into the eyes, silent for a long moment; Dawn begins to understand why Helen acted the way she did around her yesterday. "i'm... sorry, helen." Dawn slowly whispers, "i made a fool out of both of us..." Helen reaches one hand up to cup Dawn's cheek, holding her steady. "Please, don't ever apologize for yourself, never ever. You are the most beautiful woman in the world." "but-" "no buts, Dawn. This time, my word is final." Helen helps them both stand up, then goes to turn on her bedside lamp for some light, making sure it's turned away so that their eyes aren't murdered. "You know... a while ago, I read this story in... elementary school, i think. It was about some kid, and it was her eleventh birthday, and she wasn't feeling very good because she had a bad day at class. but she... she said that a ten-year old kid isn't just ten, she's ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, and zero all at once. When people cry, maybe they're feeling three." Helen sits them back down at the couch, smiling, as their weight against the soft fabric causes them to bounce up and down a little. “I guess the point is... nobody ever really grows up. they just get better at hiding their weak points." All Dawn can do at this point is chuckle. It is at this moment that Dawn, unsurprisingly, feels something in her bladder. “hey, speaking of feeling three…” Trapped in Helen’s arms, she can’t really move to get up and go to the bathroom, so Dawn begins to hold herself as Helen watches. “wanna play for a bit, girl?” “Dawn, babe… are you sure you’re sober enough to?” Helen runs her arms down Dawn’s arms, noticing that they don’t feel as clammy as they did before, and her speech is less slurred too. Dawn, of course, nods, letting out a frustrated “come on, of course i am!”  Helen thinks for a bit, deciding that Dawn is probably sober enough for a little fun. “...alright. But nothing too intense, ok?” “but helen… i’ve been such a bad girl…” As Dawn speaks, she lowers the pitch of her voice, enough that it clearly becomes her mating call. “Dawn, baby… no buts, right? Like I said, my word is final.” Helen begins to climb on top of Dawn and make out, enjoying the sudden dominance. She continues to go slowly, planting gentle kisses on Dawn’s lips, face, and neck. “Say,” Helen says, “you haven’t been suckled yet, have you?” Without waiting for an answer, Helen scooches back to line herself up with Dawn’s breasts. “n… no… i haven’t… please do it.” Helen slips her fingers around her lover’s tank top, lifting them up to reveal a feminine pink push-up bra. It comes off too, exposing Dawn’s lovely voluptuous form.  Helen slowly begins to suckle on Dawn’s left tit, lapping up the milk as it comes out, letting her tongue coax out more as it scoops up what remains from the previous lick. When Dawn lets out a soft moan, Helen relishes in the sound, moving over to suckle on Dawn’s other breast, squeezing it and making soft noises as she drains Dawn dry. From the weight of Helen’s body against her bladder and the pleasure in her breasts, Dawn rolls her head over, letting out a tired “fffffffuck…” Seeing that Dawn doesn’t have much more milk to give, Helen pushes herself up to look into Dawn’s eyes. Kneeling over her, she pushes herself up to slide off her top and uncover herself, groping her own breasts in her hands. Dawn reaches up to hold them herself, before pulling Helen down by the tits to kiss her fervently, her lips and tongue feeling all around Helen. As they smooch, Helen begins to slow down with the smooches, letting Dawn listen to her gentle breath, staring into each other’s eyes. Helen slowly brings her lips towards Dawn’s ear, nibbling and kissing the flesh along the way. She whispers: “Dawn… my sunrise. I wanna piss on your titties.” At the thought, Dawn squirms and holds herself tightly, rolling her head over. She doesn’t say much, just looking up into her lover’s eyes. “Dawn? Are you… alright? I don’t have to…” Dawn shakes her head. “i don’t think so… i’m not ready for that yet. besides… i’m not sure I’m willing to let you get any relief just yet, girl.” “Likewise for you, sunshine…” Dawn pushes herself up from between Helen’s legs, pulling her own legs back through until she’s sitting on the couch again. And there, the two sit barefoot and topless, in nothing but their skirt and jeans, Dawn’s bladder filling ever closer to the brim, with Helen just a bit further behind; her kidneys acting faster on her bigger bladder. Dawn slides a hand down between Helen’s large thighs, rubbing her two middle fingers on the fabric around Helen’s middle seam, teasing her… Helen begins to slowly move with the motion, a deep blush growing on her cheeks. In reply, she too reaches a hand into Dawn’s skirt, picking at the hem of her panties. Eventually, Dawn feels her bladder act up again, and moves her free hand between her own legs. This prompts Helen to help Dawn hold, pushing tightly against her vulva. Helen can feel just a hint of dampness from when Dawn pulled her panties back over herself in an attempt to seal herself shut when she was outside, having mostly dried by now. This too causes Helen’s bladder to act up… Helen slowly brings herself closer to Dawn’s ear. “Hey dawn, sexy baby… wanna have a holding contest…?” “oh yeah? what’s the prize?” Helen nibbles on Dawn’s earlobe for a bit. “Whoever pisses herself first… she has to finger the other while she’s still holding it all in…” At the thought, Dawn lets out some noise between a sigh and a moan, leaning her head to the side… “can i still finger you after, babe?” “As if… I’m gonna get fingered first cause you’re gonna piss yourself first.” Both of them giggle, faking confidence. After a bit of negotiation, Helen gets up and prepares two more large glasses of water for each of them to drink. They both gulp them down over about a minute, turning the movie they were watching back on, snuggling back up to eachother. Helen decides to give Dawn a big ol titty touch, reaching over with her left hand to hold Dawn and run her thumb across her sideboob. Each of them have their thighs pressed tightly together, moving their legs back and forth as the pressure in each of their bladders continues to grow.  Dawn reaches forward, holding Helen’s cheeks in her hands, and gives her lover a slow, passionate smooch on the lips… Beginning to take on a more submissive role, Helen opens her eyes to let Dawn look straight into them, as she can feel herself fill more and more with her glorious hot piss, hanging off of Dawn’s bottom lip with her hand still on her right boob… Over the next few minutes, the pair of them continue to hold eachother and kiss… while Dawn stays relatively consistent in her desperation, able to contain it all just by holding her thighs together and fidgeting, Helen has it much worse for wear; she can constantly feel her bladder filling up more and more, and within just about ten minutes, Dawn is smirking proudly that this game of theirs is in the bag. Now, for Helen, it’s only a matter of time. Dawn pushes herself up, carrying Helen along with her as she reaches down to lick and toy with her starlight’s bosom. In these moments, Helen reaches down and holds herself tightly between her legs, bouncing both to let Dawn enjoy the jiggling of her tits, as well as an expression of her desperation, as Dawn runs her lips and tongue against the soft, bouncing flesh. “Aaaahhhhhnnnnn… god, I’m… so fucking desperate… nnnph-” Helen kind of falls away, squatting as she holds herself tightly. “I can’t hold it anymore, Dawn… why did I drink so much…” Dawn squats down with her, having to hold herself too, but only needing to use one hand; the other floats up to gently run down Helen's cheek. “girl, you drank so much because you’re a champ at holding. there’s so much piss inside you, begging to start gushing out, but you won’t let it. you’re so strong.” At this point, Helen sinks into Dawn’s touch, resting her cheek on her supple hands. “you know what? let it all out, girl, right here. you’re not losing if you get relief first.” Helen pushes herself up with a free hand, bringing Dawn along with her, pushing their foreheads together and staring into each of their eyes. Helen tilts her expression, giving a flirty look to Dawn, before she just… takes both of her hands away from between her legs, moving one of them straight to Dawn’s hips, at the hem of her skirt, and the other to grab a condom. “I know what you’re doing. You’re just trying to get me to finger you. Well guess what, babe…” Helen begins to slip her thumbs between Dawn’s hip and the hem of her skirt, pulling it gently away from her body. “It’s working…” Infatuated, Helen comes just a bit closer, her hands sticking through Dawn’s waistband, fingers gently tracing her curves. “Dawn, baby… you’re still okay with going farther, right?”, Helen says in a soft, whispery voice and just a bit of a concerned tone. It takes little time for Dawn to respond: “of course, sis. don’t worry.” “Okay… I just wanted to check…” Helen again starts to cross and uncross her legs in an attempt to keep everything in, enough that Dawn can easily notice. “girl, just let it all out. You’ve proven yourself to me already. besides, i can’t hold it anymore either-” With Helen’s thumbs between her thighs, Dawn tightens herself up too as she leans down to kiss the top of Helen’s breasts.  In that moment, Helen holds her breath as she shuffles back at forth to open her legs to about one-and-a-half the width of her shoulders. She lets her head fall forward towards Dawn’s, relaxing, as slowly… the space between her legs begins to quickly grow wet,  a dark spot forming and spreading across the creases formed by her thighs, tummy, and crotch. The pee continues to stream down, painting her jeans a darker shade in long, elegant lines, creating a small puddle between Helen’s feet. As her pee streams out, and her puddle grows in diameter, Helen puts a condom over her three middle fingers, and slides them slowly between Dawn’s lips, feeling the soft flesh inside. As Helen pees, her expression grows increasingly flustered and relieved, and she cranes her memory to remember what it felt like when she fingered Dawn yesterday. Drawing from her memory, she reaches for what she feels like the right spot, but as she pisses, she grows quite sloppy, flustered from the newfound pressure inside Dawn from her full bladder. Coincidentally, pushing on the right spot happens to line up quite well with Dawn’s bladder, creating a dual feeling of stimulation and bladder torturing inside Dawn. This causes Dawn to bite her lip, hyperventilating, as she slumps forward onto Helen, resting her head on the soft flesh above Helen’s breasts. Because of the intense pressure inside herself, it takes about ten seconds for Dawn to lose control herself, aggressively pissing into the palm of Helen’s hand as well as staining her lacy panties, making a huge mess on the floor. The two of them piss for quite a while, Helen gushing out piss for almost two minutes… In fact, by the time Dawn is done peeing, Helen is still going strong. She continues to fuck Dawn, pressing against the wall of her vagina hard with her ring finger, and steading herself with her middle and index fingers, until just as Helen finishes, Dawn reaches orgasm and stains her panties with her cum as well as her pee… in that moment, the two of them are too exhausted to stand, and they fall back, Helen’s back eventually landing on the side of her bedspread. Dawn slumps forward as Helen falls onto her back, and when she lands, Dawn can hear her partner’s accelerated heartbeat and deep breaths.  Dawn, tired and messy, slides off her skirt and panties, and helps remove Helen’s soiled jeans as well, sliding up until they’re on top of eachother. “hey helen…” Dawn speaks for a moment, “i love you.” In reply, all Helen can do is laugh a little, as Dawn reaches a hand up to card her fingers through her hair. “You sure are forward, dear… I’m honestly surprised this didn’t happen sooner…” “i think it had to come at just the right moment, girl. try not to worry too much about what could have been, because we have something now. a beautiful something.” Dawn takes in a deep breath, letting it out as a sigh; Helen can feel her lover’s warm air against herself.  “Hey, Dawn” Helen asks quietly. “yeah sis?” As Helen prepares to speak, she takes in a deep breath, then lets it back out, tracing her finger along Dawn’s spine. “Don’t be afraid to say so if we’re going too fast, okay?” Helen whispers, eliciting a laugh from Dawn. “girl, you don’t need to worry so much about me! trust me, it’s fine…” As Helen listens, she stares into the ceiling, not wanting to get up or do anything at all. “...It’s not even eleven, isn’t it? We should go wash ourselves off... “ “yeah, that sounds like a good idea, babe.”  --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Oh my god its FI NALLY DONE im so proud of this
Holding her own (Rising of the shield hero) This story is set in the Rising of the shield hero anime, somewhere between wave 1 and 2. Im not that familiar with the show so I apologise if any of the details are wrong. Commission for: daveshuyi  Raphtalia stirred in her sleeping bag, a gentle tapping noise drifting through the haze of her mind. Yawning she outstretched her arms, the mornings light just starting to pass the horizon and into their camp. Rubbing her eyes the demi-Human sat up, noticing a dim light still burning in Naofumi’s tent. Standing quietly she slowly walked towards it, avoiding the snoring Filolial who was still sat in her bird form next to the wagon she had been pulling. “Naofumi?” She asked, moving aside one of the flaps of the tent. “Sorry. Did I wake you Raphtalaia” He asked, not turning around. “No” She lied, not wanting him to feel sorry for her. “What are you doing?” She asked, walking up behind him and peering over his shoulder. “Im making the scraps of metals and raw gems they had left over into something we can sell.” He said, hammering the green gem in between two pieces of metal. “So you like our gift then?” She said, a wide smile on her face. She was happy the small hammer she had gotten him a few weeks earlier was of some use to him. “Yes, you and Filo chose a good tool. I can use this to make better gems worth more money.” The Hero said, leaning over and picking up the bright Gem. “Ooh its so pretty” Came a high-pitched voice as Filo flung the tent open. The small winged girl climbing over Raphtalia and grabbing the stone from Naofumi. The half raccoon frowning as a hand pressed against her face, forcing her away from Naofumi. “Hey” He said, gently taking the stone from her small hands. “This isn’t something to play with, we need to sell these in the next town and get some more supplies” He said, his other hand patting the blonde-haired girl who seemed to almost coo. “Humph” Raphtalia crossed her arms, sulking slightly at the attention her friend was getting. “Shouldn’t you be asleep?” she said crossly. “Yes you should” Naofumi replied, his agreement making Raphtalia happy again. Maybe she could get some time with just the two of them, like when they first started their journey together. “You both need your sleep” He said, causing both of them to pout. “We have a long trip to the capital, we don’t want any unnecessary stops if you get tired, our goods may spoil.” “Ok Naofumi Sama” Raphtalia said reluctantly, grabbing Filo by the back of her dress and pulling her out of the tent as she fought to remain with him. Laying back in her sleeping bag Raphtalia turned over to face his tent. Fondly watching the silhouette of Naofumi as he continued to work the gems into a profitable form. Part of her hated how much he was working, but she also knew that they needed to money. With the next wave only weeks away they had levelled up quite a lot, but it had been a while since they had upgraded their gear. If getting to the next town quickly would help him get what he needed, then it would mean they were better prepared and could save more people. The last wave had been difficult and the further they got the harder the enemies seemed to become. Without the new gear she feared what might happen to the people where the breach came through, or worse what might happen to Naofumi. Despite the anxiety about what might happen, she still managed to fall into a deep slumber. The previous day of travel clearly tiring her out more than she thought. “Raphtalia chan” A voice called out, something prodding her in the forehead. Swiping at it she opened her eyes to see Filo an inch from her face holding a stick. It was morning! She had over slept. “Morning” Naofumi greeted her, loading his tools and goods back into the cart. “Im sorry, I overslept.” She said, trying to quickly get out of her sleeping bag and tripping. Landing uncomfortably on the floor she rolled over, watching as Naofumi continued to load the cart without even looking over. “You didn’t oversleep. But we should start our journey soon.” He said calmly “Time to pull the Cart!” Filo said excitedly, exploding into a shower of feathers as she took her bird form again. “There is some breakfast if you want some?” He said, pointing over to the small tree stump they had been using as a table. “Thank you Naofumi Sama” Raphtalia said, getting up slowly this time, brushing the dirt from her clothes. Grabbing the plate of food and glass of water she downed them quickly, ready to get on the road. Helping load the last of the supplies and setting off she was looking forward to making it back to the capital by tonight. She didn’t mind camping outside, but she had quickly grown accustom to sleeping in a real bed and eating real food. Sitting at the reigns helped Raphtalia with her travel sickness, but as the morning wore on it was something else that was making her uncomfortable. Having woken up late and rushed to get on the cart, she had forgotten to find a bush to relieve herself. Now as the cart bumped down the road she found herself shuffling slightly on the front bench. Looking over her shoulder she looked at Naofumi, currently asleep in the back of the wagon. Having stayed up all night to make goods, he must have fallen asleep and trusted her to do a good job of driving. Turning back around she looked down the road, a new look of determination on her face as she gripped the reins tighter in her hands. She wouldn’t let him down, especially for something like relieving herself. She wasn’t a kid any more she reminded herself. Continuing down the road she tried to focus on the job at hand, in part to distract her from her need to pee. They had helped a town out against a group of monsters a couple of days ago, but the only payment the poor people could make was with fresh vegetables they had just harvested. Now three days later she could already tell they were starting to turn. Naofumi had used his shield magic to help preserve them, but the slight wrinkles in the skin of the fruit was a sure sign they needed to make good time back to the Capital. Soon the sun had risen into the centre of the sky, the morning coolness giving way to the clammy heat of the mid-day. During the last couple of hours her need had gone from a slight niggling sensation to a need she was struggling to ignore. Thankfully as she steered the carriage down the road she heard her friend stirring behind her, he was awake and maybe that meant he might need to stop too. “You look a little stressed. I thought sitting up here helped with your travel sickness.” Naofumi said, putting a hand on her shoulder. “Im ok” she partly lied. It was true her travel sickness was much better, but that wasn’t what was making her sit so rigidly. “Are you sure?” He asked again. “Yes” She said, trying to smile but feeling her cheeks start to burn as he joined her at the front. Pressing her legs together she tried her best not to fidget with him being so close to her now. “I think we are coming up to a checkpoint” she pointed out, hoping to change the topic of conversation. Pulling out the Golden trade medallion they quickly passed through, these guards clearly recognising the seal and letting them go without paying the customary toll. They were not always so lucky; some areas were so poor they had no choice but to stop everyone. Naofumi hated when they did it, but she couldn’t help but feel sorry for the unlucky souls that had seen their lives destroyed by the catastrophe or worse, the other heroes. A few miles later as they came around the bend between a pair of high cliff-sides Raphtalia spotted something, it seemed as if someone was lying in the road. “Master, there is someone on the road” Filo said, taking note of the same thing as she pulled the carriage along. “Naofumi poked his head out of the enclosed back, looking around he was clearly thinking about something as his eyes narrowed. “Looks like a trap, we should go around.” He said. “But what if they need help?” Raphtalia interjected, it was clear the man lying there was injured. “I think they want us to get close, I’m sure they are fine and more are hiding up there” He said, pointing to the tall cliff sides. It an ambush”. He said as calmly as if he was talking about the weather. “But what if its not” She continued, as much as he pretended to be jaded to helping people, she knew he wanted to do the right thing. Sometimes he just needed a bit of help to be unwillingly forced into it. “Fine, but lets take it slow and I want you to both be ready to defend the wagon” He said reluctantly, taking off the outer coat he was wearing and getting himself ready for combat. Approaching the man lying in the road it became even more obvious it was a trap, but it was a trap that was already sprung. Arrows lay around the injured man, clearly fired by someone on the tops of the hills. A few empty and broken boxes strewn around, whoever had carried this out had hastily looted and run. “Help me, please” The man on the ground croaked, raising an arm to them as the approached. Jumping off the cart Raphtalia winced slightly, feeling the heavy impact shake the contents of her bladder. In the moment she had completely forgotten about it, her need to pee disappearing at the threat of combat. Pressing her thighs together for a moment she continued forwards, helping the old man to his feet. “Thank you dear.” he said, mustering a crooked smile. “What happened here?” Naofumi asked sternly, clearly still not believing this wasn’t a trick of some kind. “Bandits” The white haired man said, a crazy wide eyed look on his face. “Five of them, they jumped me and my wagon and stole all my belongings” “Its an obvious ambush point” Naofumi said, pointing to the tall cliffs once again. “Ambush point, this use to be a nice area. That was until the lord was killed in the last wave and now everyone is out for themselves!” “Well it’s a shame old man but this is the world you live in. Come on Raphtalia, he looks fine” The shield hero added before starting to climb back on the cart. “But, we cant just leave him here” She said, feeling sorry for the sweet old man. They were in the middle of nowhere and hours away from the nearest town. She worried about what might happen to him if he didn’t get somewhere by nightfall. “We didn’t steal his wagon, we don’t owe him anything, If he was ok coming through this area on his own then im sure he will be fine getting to the capital.” “Please” she said, putting her hands together and doing her best to pull on Naofumi’s rigid heart strings, happy to see him sigh deeply as he gave in to her. “We are going to the capital, if you would like to buy passage with us. That is If you have anything that might be worth anything left?” He said, never one to give anything away for free. “Im sorry young sir they took everything!” The old man said sadly. “Well then I guess you will have to walk.” Naofumi responded coldly. “Wait, please” The old man said, taking a few steps towards the wagon. “I was transporting lots of valuable goods, if you help me get them back I will gladly share them with you. They also took several items of immense sentimental value which I would like to get. The rest is yours” Thinking for a moment it was clear that the mans words has piqued Naofumi’s interest. “Ok, fine. We help you get your wagon back and your personal items, but your goods are ours.” “Thank you adventurer” the man said, bowing slightly. “Ok climb aboard” “Oh, im sorry you will never catch them on this. They were riding dragon lizards, even your impressive friend here wouldn’t be able to keep up pulling this thing.” The old man said, Filo chirping happily at being called impressive. “Is this a trick?” Naofumi asked, jumping from the carriage again. “Excuse me?” The old man asked, confused by his sudden hostile response. “You want us to leave our wagon here while we go and look for your’s that im still not sure exists.” “Oh I can see why you might think that is suspicious, but I am telling the truth.” The old man pleased. Looking down at the path Raphtalia could see the lines in the dirt of a heavily laden cart, accompanied by a number of lizard footprints. “Look” she said pointing. “He is telling the truth.” Couching down her companion rubbed his hands into the tracks, attempting to tell how old they were. But happy that this was no longer a trap he stood up, convinced by the mans story. “Ok,but im not leaving my wagon here unguarded. Raphtalia, Ill take Filo on after the bandits. You stay here and guard our goods.” “But…” “Im trusting you to look after everything...im still not happy with this.” He is trusting me! Her heart skipped a beat, she was going to interrupt and plead to go with him. But now she knew how important her job was, she was happy he felt comfortable enough to leave her on her own with such an important task! “You can count on me” she added, trying to act professional rather than bursting with happiness. “Get on” Naofumi said to the old man, offering a hand from atop Filo who was raring to go. She hated Lizards! As soon as he was on she raced off, her large feet leaving a cloud of dust and dirt in the air. As she watched the dust cloud race down the road at top speed, Raphtalia stood in the silence of the road. The only sound the wind rushing through the trees nearby, she couldn’t even hear any birds or animals from here. Climbing on the carriage she sat at the now empty reigns, her legs starting to shuffle again as the silent and empty road gave her no way of distracting herself. The need to relieve her bladder returning in full force. Gripping the sides of her skirt she started to wiggle, each second that was passing making her wonder about finding a bush. Maybe I can go and It will be fine, Raphtaliia thought to herself. There was no one around she could just go and be back in just a few moments. But just as she started to stand Naofumi’s words returned to her “Im trusting you”. Sitting back down with a humph she knew she couldn’t let him down. What if something happened when she was relieving herself, would he ever trust her again. He had only helped that man because of her, if she messed this up then it would all be her fault. Oh god, why did she have to suggest this, she thought, throwing her head between her hands. He would be back soon, the bandit’s couldn’t have gone far…could they? But as the sun moved across the sky she began to worry, the forming clouds in the sky mirroring her discomfort. It had taken them far longer than she had thought it would to get back and now her need to pee was making her unable to sit still. Moving her tightly pressed legs to the left and the right she whined slightly to herself, watching the horizon for any signs of movement that might be Naofumi returning.  There she sat, watching the road intently for what felt like hours to her. The sensation between her legs getting more intense as each moment passed. Just a little bit longer she told herself, he was trusting her she repeated. Crossing her legs part of her thought about rushing to a bush, there were none nearby but maybe she could use the wagon to cover herself? The image of Naofumi returning to find her squatting behind his wagon racing into her mind and making her face turn bright red. No, she couldn’t do that. Maybe there was somewhere else? Standing she felt the weight of her pee shift inside her bladder, groaning slightly she put a hand on her abdomen and after a few seconds it seemed to settle down again. Climbing carefully from the wagon she began to pace around. The constant walking helping her hold it, but revealing there was no where to pee. The canyon they had parked in was sparse of any cover, she guessed that’s why it was such a perfect ambush point.  Pausing to look at a broken box she felt her bladder pang, the discomfort inside her rising rapidly. She had delayed her morning pee too long and now she knew she didn’t have long before her body would take things into its own hands. She had been made to wait many times in the past, but this was different. Putting and hand between her legs she blushed deeply again, it was so un-lady like but at this point it was necessary. Starting to walk around the area again she could feel its impact lessening. Her bladder was starting to pulse, whining to herself she wished Naofumi would hurry up and return so she could relieve herself. Having found nowhere to cover herself she sat back on board the cart, her legs wiggling wildly as she started to worry If he didn’t return soon she didn’t know what she would do. Hitting her bare thigh with her right hand she felt the pain radiate out and distract her for a moment, but that wasn’t going to work. She couldn’t just keep hitting herself. “Oooooh” she whined again. Ok that was it, she couldn’t wait any longer, hastily climbing off the wagon just moments after getting on, she ran around behind it and tried to cover herself as best as possible. Hastily she fumbled with her clothing, feeling the faintest of leaks escaping and making her squeak loudly. But finally after a few moments she managed to pull down her armour and underclothes, her face burning red as she relieved herself at the side of the road. An undignified end to her struggle, but she relished in the relief she was feeling as her stream hit the dirt road beneath her. After a few seconds her large ears twitched, picking up the sound of heavy footsteps, Naofumi was back! Her heart skipped a beat as she clenched to stop the flow. She couldn’t let him find her like this, he would surely think less of her because of it. How could he ever love her if she did things like this when she was supposed to be watching the wagon. Somehow she managed to stem the flow, her muscles burning as she quickly redressed but the momentary pee making her need so much worse. “Naofumi! She said, trying to act casual and walking out from behind the cart. Her bladder throbbing deeply inside her. But as she rounded the corner she saw what had approached, it was just a par of wild Filolials coming up the road. But even as she realised that, it was too late. Her muscles gave way and a burst of urine flowed out of her, rushing through her leather greaves and over her boots. “Ohhhh” she whimpered loudly, tensing her thighs as she tried to desperately fight for control. But she just couldn't hold it a moment longer, tears starting to roll down her cheeks as she started to wet herself. She had waited too long, how could this happen to her, why hadn't she just gone earlier. As she continued to feel the wetness spiral down her slender legs she sobbed, truly embarrassed by what was happening. This was no way for a party member of the shield hero to behave she thought to herself. Her urine still rushing out of her and splattering noisily onto the ground next to the Wagon, a sizeable puddle forming and darkening the ground around where she stood. Her hands shot up to her bright red face, even the audience of the two birds was too much for her. But then she heard it, another set of fast approaching heavy footsteps. “Oh no” she said again, her eyes wide as she spotted the cart being pulled by Filo approaching fast. They were returning! Finally her stream died down, but there was no way she could hide her accident, Naofumi would know what had happened! Suddenly a crack of thunder sounded overhead as the heavens opened. A heavy downpour of rain instantly saturating her clothing and the ground around her, the evidence of her accident washed away. She had been saved! Even if her cheeks were still red and the embarrassment unbearable, Naofumi and Filo would never have to know what just happened. --------------------------------------------------- I hope you enjoyed that story, as I said i've not seen much of the Anime so much of this is based on the first 10 episodes. Hopefully I managed to do the characters justice, all feedback is welcome! Also. No idea why the font changes after the first paragraph.
Ava and Ashley and two cat burglar a famous nursing mother  in the Veronica village. Almost every house has been stolen by these two people and the following is the beginning of this story. The house that was the target of the mother and daughter were two simple, two-storey houses. The two members of that house that they observed. Ava is sipping coffee. Ashley is looking at that house while drinking tea. After two cups of tea and coffee were gone, there was still no sign of being able to go to that house. Eventually, the members of that house left the house and locked the door, as the opportunity for the cat burglar.  Ava and Ashley tried to hide their eyes from people from the village and were able to get closer to that house. Ava carried Ashley over the wall and Ava climbed the wall following Ashley. Ava can use the passkey to unlock the front door and successfully enter this house. Ava explores the upper level and Ashley explores the lower level. Both of them can steal a lot of things and gather on the ground floor, and Suddenly, the tea effect caused Ashley's bladder to be active. ‘ Mom, I want to go to the bathroom. ’Ashley spoke while squeezing her thighs. And the other bladder began to twitch, causing Ava to feel  ‘Ok i will go with you. ’ And Ava takes Ashley to the bathroom downstairs. While Ava opening the bathroom door, a man came out of the bathroom and saw both a cat burglar, with Ashley holding both hands between her legs. ‘ What are you all doing? ’ That man blocked the bathroom door. ‘ hehe We just came to the bathroom, hehe.  ’ And Ava hurried to take Ashley away from the house.Not yet able to grab Ashley. Ashley is loosely locked in her neck.  ‘ If you don't want your daughter to be anything else, do as I said. ’ That man bargained with Ava. ‘ What do you want me to do. ’  Ava, acting normally, interacts with that man with that in her mind wanting to soothe the fluids in her that are already bad ‘ I want you to take off your hood first. ’  And Ava took off the hood Her long, smooth black and brown hair shocked the man with Ava's youthful beauty. ‘ What happened? Or will you be stunned by my beauty? ’ Ava teased that man with her slight thigh movement without letting that man notice.But could not escape the man's sight, and that man took back Ava ‘ Then you spread out your legs and do not put your hand in the vagina. ’  ‘ W…...Why do I have to do that too? ’  ‘ You probably won't forget that your daughter is still in my hands. ’ Ava heard that, so spread her legs. Nothing is blocking her vagina. Ava couldn't do anything except whimper and that man closer to Ava ‘ W….What are you doing ’ Ava spoke while she was shaking her leg violently. And the man pulled down Ava's tight pants until she saw her floral print pants ‘ I just don't want you to suffer. ’ Then the man pressed on her stomach. ‘ Ahhhhhh ’  Ava couldn't stop her whirring. ‘ Mom! ’ Ashley yelled for Ava and was about to dash into that man but Ashley had to stop suddenly, because Ashley's bladder stimulated her to explode but she tried to move without paying the attention that herself would leak. ‘ What the hell are you doing? Crazy girl. ’ Ashley dashed into the man until it bounced off and she goes to Ava ‘ Mom, let's go. ’ But Ava won't move his leg ‘ Sorry, Ashley, but I can't hold it anymore. ’ And Ava's panty became more and more moist and warm liquid came out of her vagina. ‘ Haaaaaaaaaaa ’ Ava's pee flowed out very strongly, even though there was a floral underwear that supported the pee and then Ava's pee ran out and Ashley grabbed Ava's hand and quickly ran away until Ava barely pulled her tight fitting pants but that man didn't stop following them out. That chase was long enough for Ashley to escape from the man's eyes and stopped at a niche of the building. ‘ Ah! ’ Ashley leaked out. She felt visibly damp on her underwear. She pulled her tights a little to see the damage to her underwear and was looking for the bathroom but Ava kept her tight. ‘ Mom,W…...What are you doing? ’  ‘ I will give you the same condition as me. ’ And Ava rubbed her hand into Ashley's vagina. ‘ Ahh... ’ Ashley was almost unable to hold the whimper out. ‘ Come on, Ashley. No one is around here. You can let go of it. ’ And Ava rubbed Ashley's vagina so violently that Ashley could not hold her whirring. ‘ Ahhhhhh! ’ Ashley's patience has come to an end. She can no longer hold it if Ava is still stroking her vagina like this. ‘ Ahhhhhhhhhh! ’ And a warm liquid burst out at Ava's hand. ‘ Sorry mom ’ Ashley is still pissing now Until it flows out of the alley  And finally, she was finished with urine Her underwear was all wet, all parts and wearing it as before. ‘ I don't forgive you, mom. ’ Ashley said wearing her tight pants. ‘ hoo Ashley, I'm sorry, so how can I get you to do it the same way? ’  Ashley smiled as soon as Ava had finished speaking, but the two of them had something to do other than stealing. End
Introduction: High above the skies was a Resistance cruiser soaring through the vacuum of space, onboard was the girl that just got awarded the title of the last Jedi and that being Rey. Now this last Jedi is not what you would expect, the girl is 19 years old and is just turning 20 quite soon and she is not your average 19 year old girl. Rey lived on the desert planet known as Jakku and has been there her parents left her there as a small child. As Rey grew old her parents didn’t come back and also she would discover that being a scavenger would be the only way to make money, which gave her a job and she would obtain more items than the other scavengers and made her more wealthier.  Rey now gave up her rich lifestyle on Jakku to help the Resistance defeat the First Order, but there are many things she misses from Jakku. Most people would have friends there that she knew and liked, but not Rey she was more of a loner, a kid that didn’t fit in with others. She wasn’t properly potty trained until the age of sixteen and this was a reason why she didn’t fit in, she was bullied by a lot of people when she caught trying to hold it back and every time she was desperate to go in the Town there she would always have an accident. Currently, she can successfully hold in urges to pee so much better and being a scavenger awakened a fetish, Jakku is super hot and the last Jedi would have to drink so much water and sometimes resulting in major accidents and after the time where it was so hot and everything stuck to her body, she could take her belt off and she was right in the Jakku public bathroom where she had her first accident since the age of 7. At that time she was very mortified by this, but when time went on she started to enjoy it more and which led her to obtain a naughty side to her where she would get desperate and would embarrass herself for pleasure. No one ever saw her do these naughty things because she lived isolated from the rest in an old AT-AT Walker from the battle that took place a long time ago. Even though she got richer and richer from her job, she never used it to buy a better home, one with an actual toilet in it, but no because even though she’s been waiting for her parents to come, she really needed to get off that planet.  The Story: The cruiser was a magnificent ship, it’s big interior could hold up to one million people or even higher, but it had no bathroom on it. Rey uses the second shipment station as a private area to practice the ways of the Force, now she’s been at it for almost an hour and she regularly takes breaks to have a drink to sustain herself while training. She’s wearing her dark grey Jedi robes, with a lighter grey pants under her robes and white panties. She swings her lightsaber again and a familiar feeling coming on, the young girl freaks out as she quickly works out what it is and that is she’s desperate to pee. Rey a lover of humiliating herself for her own private viewing (omorashi) gets so turned on by the event, she goes to check the bathrooms because no one would be able to see her doing that in a stall. Anyway to her dismay, she was absolutely devastated to find out there was no bathrooms aboard, she runs to the front of the ship where General Leia was an when arriving she asks her “When are we going to arrive at the new Resistance base?” and Leia replies “Rey we aren’t even close, we still have to bypass the asteroid field, the vortex and then we arrive. Is something the matter?” Rey doesn’t want to tell her that she needs to go, but agrees to tell her, “Yes I have to pee so badly, I drank too much water while training.” “Rey, I was young too, I’ve had many accidents that only Luke and Han knew about, I was into it as well. I can see you enjoy it, so did I, in my youth I could stop doing it, I even remember the time I was the leader of the Rebel Alliance and I would ban myself from even using the toilet and to hold it in for eternity.” The last Jedi felt very happy that someone she knew loved the same fetish and she went to sit down somewhere and wait upon arrival. The ship just entered hyperspace to access the asteroid field and the pilot had to have the ship do all these funky turns and twists to manoeuvre passed the asteroids. This made Rey to loose control just for a bit, but she managed to regain it back and could successfully hold it in through the twists and turns. As the ship made it through that Rey’s bladder had increased dramatically to it almost being full and this worried her because she hates to public humiliate herself to death as it was something that got her bullied by people on Jakku. The ship had to just go into the vortex to get to the planet, in words it seems not that long, but in reality it is long. The cruiser once again entered hyperspace and shot into the vortex, then it had to go straight to the exit and then you have arrived. The desperate Jedi was getting ready for it, by now her bladder was so full that she started to lightly tinkle and she quickly grabbed herself before she could release more out. The ship already was like halfway through it and Leia suggested to the pilot to go to hyperspace again to get out quicker, he didn’t back from her order and it happened.  Rey was stunned to find the ship would now get there fast in hyperspace and started get hope that she could make it on time. By now it was out of the vortex and arrived at the secret new Resistance base and the young girl was thrilled by this, in no time the cruiser landed in the hanger. The desperate Jedi pushed pass the other people to be let off first and ran until she could see the bathroom, there was one packed to the rafters with female Resistance officers all queued in one big massive line. She spotted most officers having accidents and stopped her mind from thinking about it and ran to find the others, there was one again with a long queue, then one with an even bigger queue to the first one and then one that had no queue. She ran towards the no queue one and was shocked to read that it could only be opened by a key nd there was no way she would be running to the other side to fetch the keys off Leia. Pssssssssttttt! She felt herself leak again, she lifted up her robe to see that it was starting to make an outline on her pants, then she noticed that the was a forest and decided that she would go in there.  She ran as fast as she could into the forest, she ran as far from the base as possible and there was a massive cliff where she stopped. She realised if she jumped over it she would sacrifice her chance to go and so she ran to the nearest tree and proceeded to strip down and then squatted behind it and peed. Psssssssssssssssssstttttttttttt! It was so warm and she couldn’t believe she made it, but then her naughty side took over and stood up still letting it out and decided to pull up her panties back on and let the rest into her damp white panties. To Be Continued...
Two years have passed and there has been no sightings for Finn and Poe as of now, Rey has been fearing for them as you don’t know what could have happened to them, could they have taken prisoner to the First Order? She grew tired of fearing for them that the last Jedi went to General Leia’s courtiers to tell her that she and Chewbacca should go searching the whole galaxy for them, which she agreed to it and let two brave heroes on death defining mission, Rey has never been on a rescue mission so there’s something new.  As of today the Millennium Falcon left the Resistance base and into the air. Later on in depths space, the ship sailed magnificently, but all of a sudden the ship started to feel very hard to steer, she knew exactly what’s going on, “Chewy we need to make an emergency stop somewhere, could please?” Chewy spoke in shyriiwook ( the native language of the Wookiee’s) which translates to ‘yes’.  Chewbacca went to search up all known galaxies near the location and found that planet Abrion (a desert planet) of the Vortex Star System, with one push of a button the Falcon was in hyperspace and when it exited hyperspace, Rey couldn’t help it , but the ship had to crash land onto the planet if she wanted to make it before they lost complete fuel and are stuck here.  As the Falcon flew into the planet it was a rough flight in with all shaking and it was so good that she didn’t have to pee because if she did as soon as this ship crashed landed her whole white Jedi robes pants would be absolutely drenched in piss. Anyway as they crashed landed, Chewy was told not to follow his companion unless she would contact him. Rey was absolutely hot and it reminded her of her days on Jakku, where she would be doing her household jobs naked and spent the whole day naked at her house just because where she lived was one of the hottest parts on Jakku and not to mention the one who used to live there was hot to in a different meaning. She was dying of thirst, but she couldn’t believe how she missed the feeling of walking on sand and makes it’s way into your shoes.   Just then a town spotted the eyes of the Jedi and was pleased, when arriving she walked into the nearest bar to order some water and she used a Jedi mind trick to not pay for it, as she didn’t have any money except her credits from Jakku stationed in the Falcon and she ordered more and more to quench her thirst. As the deed was over Rey exited the bar and processed to find someone to fix her problem, after a few minutes later, a familiar feeling took control of her and knew exactly what it was she needed to pee. There she spotted a sign saying ship repair and went inside and told the man on duty what she needed help with. The guy went through the back and asked for Rey to follow him, out the back was the man’s speeder bike that the both of the hopped on to go to back to the Falcon. When arriving, he hopped off and said “easy fix” and Rey was dead silent, now she couldn’t use the bathroom yet, because where he’s operating has the bathroom pipes near him and would be covered in piss if she would have gone know, so she chose to wait as usual. As time went on her desperation was doubling and the guy was still fixing, it’s not like she’ll steal the man’s speeder bike to ride back into town to use a public restroom. By now if you X-rayed her or asked her to strip you will find the biggest bladder bulge underneath her flimsy white robes and it could get bigger if this man kept working slower. Now just by her luck the guy was finished and walked up to her and said “Sorry about that seems it wasn’t an easy fix, but isn’t this Han Solo’s ship?” Rey was absolutely stunned by this and had to lie because he might be part of the First Order, “Yes it was, but I’m his daughter and allowed me to inherit it.” Luckily he did not ask her for her name and anyway he said “Oh that’s cool, you can have this fix for free”. Before Rey could say thank you, he left on his speeder bike in a hurry, as soon as he left she slid her hand into her pants and felt that her bulge doubled and she needed to go fast, she couldn’t believe how she could hold it in for so long, she knew that you can use the force to hold it in more, but she could maintain a long wait without using it, did she upgraded her holding capacity on Jakku without her knowing. She walked in and tried to take her mind of water or relaxation, but those were the only things she could think about because she seriously had to go and making her more desperate to go didn’t feel so good. Rey felt leaks escape her ascending in size and was starting to feel worried because if she had an accident now that’s what Poe and Finn would see. If this wasn’t a rescue mission she would have wet herself on purpose while piloting, she doesn’t like people to know about her secret fetish and imagine not having that super strong bladder, just imagine how horrible that would be especially horrible if Ren knew and would use this on her in their next battle. Rey opened the door to bathroom and then spent taking her robes off her stretched out body, but managed to even though she leaked a lot. She was just about to sit down when the pain of her stretched out bladder felt even worse, it felt like someone was forcefully choking her or the feeling of two lightsabers hitting each other. It was just a matter of seconds to go and she knew she better sit down before she gets it on the floor, as she gently plonked her big sexy ass on the toilet her waterfall explode, it was even warmer than the sensation of the one in the woods of the Resistance Base. Every drop felt like the hot fiery lava on Mustafar, yes it was that hot! She couldn’t help to shed some tears of joy and she spent almost a full hour in there, but that did worry her. What was going on in her mind was why did she choose white robes if she chose black no one would be able to see the damage that she caused. To Be Continued...
As soon as Rey existed her long time in the bathroom, Chewy already put in a course for hyper-speed to the last known whereabouts of Finn and Poe. Rey was absolutely scared when arriving because this system is owned by The First Order and that explains where her friends were and why they haven’t reported back to base.  All of a sudden the force draw her and the supreme leader Kylo Ren together and Rey so frightened after her said the line “Hello Rey”. She was still trembling and she hasn’t been this afraid of him since they first meet and she still vividly remembers that she fear wetted herself while he was revealing his true identity to her. The memory played in her head and was starting to traumatise her and she was getting very shaky while her memory was active.  Not so long after this the force broke connection and regained her strength, which made her feel much better. Shortly after this she felt the ship move, but knew it wasn’t her or her co-pilot, she knew that the Falcon was getting taken into by a tracker beam heading into the nearest First Order Star Destroyer.  Her gut feeling served her well as it came true, she grabbed her lightsaber and was ready to find her friends. The docking bay was full of Stormtroopers patrolling the area and the led into a fearsome battle between them and the young girl. Obviously the girl won and then the Wookiee and her spilt up to find the two Resistance members, the girl went on the the left and the Wookiee went on the right.  Rey continued up until arriving at a very large conspicuous door and thought her friends could be tied up there. Throughout the walk she took no signs of Stormtroopers were following her or hiding to attack her while she’s not looking, but no there were absolutely no signs of enemies around her. She damn well knew it was probably a trap, but she still continued and felt scared shitless while getting closer to the door. She opened it and there was Poe Dameron tied up, she walk over and bent to take off the mask piece off him and then his chains, but while she did that someone knocked her unconscious.  She woke up later and found herself in restraints with nothing but her panties on and then Ren walked in Rey was absolutely scared shitless as he advanced closer and closer to her, she fought back the urge to be scared and calmed herself down. Ren know was face to face with her and he spoke “Really FT-N2-84N you really had to strip her? The deal was to have her tied up in all her clothes, you idiot! I get your horny towards beautiful girls, but why? This is a integration not some sexy sex scene alright!”  “Fuck you! Anyway Rey, I feel your fear. I know your frightened by me and I know your destiny as the last remaining Jedi. Why not let the Jedi crumble into darkness and I’ll teach you the proper ways of the force. “No! I won’t I made a promise to Luke Skywalker that I protect the Jedi order and to bring balance to the force, just like what Anakin Skywalker did. “How dare you speak the name of my grandfather, so if you not going to join me by me speaking calmly to you, then I’ll just have to torture you.” Kylo placed his hand out and manoeuvred it towards Rey’s crotch, “If you won’t join me, then I’ll humiliate you until you do.” He tightened his grip and she could feel her bladder was filling up very quickly, Ren was using the force to speed up the process. As quickly as that her whole bladder was full, but Ren did not he kept going, the pain was enormous, even more than her big desperation earlier. She was in so much pain and not to mention but her bladder was getting over fuelled, she in danger now, her bladder was now completely passed the capacity as her almost accident today, she started to leak as more came into her body. This became a repetitive thing and when Kylo stopped a massive puddle started to form around the restraints, she now had the biggest wetting ever. Rey really got turned on by the experience that she actually requested for more and she had wonderful time.  She heard a roar and sounded like Chewbacca and then she felt a big punch, strangely she found herself in the Falcon and it wasn’t in a docking bay. Rey was feeling very weird and then she she reopened her eyes and saw there was a large puddle that formed all around her seat and on the floor of the Millennium Falcon. She saw the ship was now in hyperspace and realised that she’s been asleep for more than an hour because the light to the bathroom was still on since the last time she used it and also she was still wearing her damp panties that she wanted to change earlier.  She just realised that she made up the whole integration scene with Kylo Ren in her dreams and got up to get out of her wet clothes. She stood in the mirror to see that her whole crotch area of her white Jedi robes pants was completely stained yellow and her panties colour changed from white to yellow. She stripped down until there was absolutely nothing on her and wiped all the piss of her body and then got changed in her grey Jedi robes and went commando for this one for fun.  She reported back to Chewy where she cleaned up her mess and piloted the ship to the planet Rodath, which is where General Leila said they last contacted her there and it’s a First Order operated planet, so Rey would have to watch out or her dream might become a reality.  To Be Contined...
Rey was busy piloting the ship, when she felt an urge to shit. Rey knew that she must make it or if she didn’t, then her robes would smell like shit. She knew she shouldn’t of eaten that large meal at the Resistance base, the ship landed no so long after this with relatively ease and she knew that her urge would cost her if she didn’t make it. Rey told Chewy to wait outside, while she went to check on her diaper stockpile, but there was absolutely nothing left. If she had some her urge wouldn’t worry her anymore.  When she left the doors of the Falcon, she hoped that there was somebody in town that sold diapers. The two of them walked into town by now Rey was getting more and more desperate to shit, she could feel her drool starting to increase in size. When they finally reached town the last Jedi was about to explode and needed the bathroom ASAP, but to dismay the signs were  all in the planet’s native language and she couldn’t understand it. She did not want to run up to locals asking them what does that mean because she wouldn’t make it if she did.  She ran as fast as she could she gripped her ass firmly and tightly while doing so and ended up in the middle of nowhere. She quickly dug a whole massive hole and pulled her robes off, in seconds her exploded and her large logs formed on the course sand and she imagined the whole ordeal as if she was sitting on the Falcon’s toilet doing this. When she finished she used the force to wipe her dirty ass and used it again to bury her load. She regrouped with Chewy and was prepared for anything to happen. She heard a Stormtrooper radio going off and stopped to listen to it, “Stormtrooper DN2487, Ren has appointed you to look after the prisoners. It was here when Rey spotted her friends tied up in shackles, the very thought proved anger, but she knew she should keep a low profile instead of racing in there and risking your own demise.  She was scared that her friends would maybe be killed and she did not want her dream to become a reality, especially the part where Supreme Leader Kylo Ren forces her to humiliate herself in front of him. She snuck up on them and killed them instantly and freed her friends, now that they all were hear they had to run back to the ship. While running past Rey found the diaper store and stole a few to take back to the ship and just to let you know the whole shop was nearly all cleaned out.  The young girl was now happy that she got some, even though it was illegal how she obtained them. When they got back to the ship, she ran straight to the bathroom to hide the diapers and by the time she finished everyone was onboard. Rey ran to the main control system and began the Falcon’s, flight back to the Resistance base. When they left the small desert planet and ascend into the sky. There were thousands of Star Destroyers around them, the pilot’s leg shook in a sign of fright, Rey was very scared of everything going on she knew that the path she was following would end up with her fear wetting herself.  She steered the ship under each Star Destroyer and planted bombs under them and once she placed them on every ship, she made the jump to light speed where it activated the bombs and it went off causing a massive explosion to form and escaped with ease. Rey came back to normal, she felt safer now and her fear wetting urge died away and not so long after they reached the base.  Her mission was accomplished and she knew exactly what to do next...  Ajan Kloss (Resistance Base) 9:30 tomorrow morning:  Rey began her daily training in the jungles of Ajan Kloss amd conveniently was the same place where she just made it in time on the first day of arriving here. She’s busy training to use her lightsaber in combat and she’s obviously putting her all into it she’s wearing her white Jedi robes on again, but this time she’s wearing one of her diapers on underneath, just in case for emergencies.  She now finishes her training and we see her all sweaty and can tell how desperate she is to pee. She breathing heavily from her intense workout and reaches the end of the cliff where she uses the force to strip down until she only in her diaper. In a matter of seconds the diapered 19 year old Jedi starts peeing, a warm stream takes her by surprise and causes her moan silently. She moans harder when a visible yellow patch starts growing in size, by the time she finished her whole diaper was so flooded that spurts running down her legs. She took it off and it created a simulation of her having another waterfall stream spilling out and threw the wet stained diaper off the cliff.  Rey continued training for an hour, but this time she was in her pyjamas she wore on Jakku, which meant that she wasn’t wearing anything... She was naked! She regularly took brakes to drink some water and to enlarge her hold capacity by using the force, which Kylo used on her in her dream. Soon after she was trying to connect with the force and at the same time she started peeing and in doing this made her relax with the force. To her, her fetish was just something that she did not only use to please her, but often used it as a tool to find peace. To Be Continued... Edited August 15, 2020 by Batman007 (see edit history)
As time faded Rey kept training every day because if she was going to have another confrontation with Kylo Ren, she must be well prepared in advance On a side note she loved the feeling of the warm breeze hitting her on her naked body (something she missed on her life on Jakku). Every morning and afternoon, she would train naked and this was something she looked forward for every day. Rey knew that her love for being a nudist was something that kickstarted her wetting fetish because when she lived on Jakku, where she would go to the toilet naked mostly every day and also made her enjoy the warm feeling of the air on her and the warmth of her hot golden pee.  Days passed and Rey started become so attached to her fetish again, you can argue that her love was restored while with Luke Skywalker on Ahch-To because the hut she stayed in had no bathroom, but Luke’s did. So there would be this ongoing conflict between them for his new padawan to go to the bathroom, most of the times he did not let her go and Rey would have an accident, but she wondered why he did this? Was it because Leia was into wetting herself that he’s living on past memories to keep him alive?  As time went on she started to enjoy Luke’s bathroom privileges, which to her shaped her to become naughty again. A number of days went and Rey was sent by Leia on a training simulation if the First Order captured Resistance members, this topic didn’t seem hard for her because she just did one and she completely aced it, anyway she spent a few days here until she left to locate Ren.  She spent a long time waiting for Chewy to arrive, which she drank two waters to hydrate herself. Later on in the voids of space, Rey started to feel an urge to pee, but knowing her she just brushed off lightly. She had to reach the star system of Utunt, which was the last known location of Kylo Ren. The last Jedi pressed the hyperspace button which transported them to the planet quickly, but when the Falcon exited hyperspace Rey’s bladder grew from 0% - 10% and again she put it aside. She steered the Millennium Falcon to land on the planet, once the ship landed, her bladder was almost reaching 20%. This startled the young girl to think she better think about going soon before meeting with Ren. Since, she had that dream where he forced her to wet herself made her more afraid of him and didn’t want this to become reality.  The two of them started walking up the colossal mountain, which was patrolled by an army of Stormtroopers. One Stormtrooper spotted them, which ended up becoming a whole battle, where Rey fought her best against them, but her bladder was about 25%. When Rey and Chewy defeated them all, her bladder grew 10% more, which worried the last Jedi because she better go before her big battle, which she’s been training for hours on repeat.  As the two of them advanced up another swarm of Stormtroopers came, but this time with shields and tasers, the constant hitting and shocking made Rey’s bladder grow to 55%. When she stood up she felt she almost contained a full bladder, after a length battle, she was just about full (78%). They continued to advance higher, but the young girl kept growing and couldn’t think she could make it. When reaching to the halfway point to the top, her urge was 89%, which gave her a big bulge. The poor girl if you were there you would feel sorry for her as by now it was 93% going to 94% and it was so hard for her to walk now. So she grabbed her crotch in absolute desperation and walked up hoping she could make it up without loosing control. By now there was about 12 steps to go and she was about to reach her limit, where it currently sat on 98%, her bladder start to become fuller and fuller every second she lay her foot on. She managed to reach the top at 99% and then she wanted to go because she knew she wouldn’t get the chance to do so. She ran to the edge of the cliff, which released squirts of piss into her panties and when she finally arrived it was at 100%.  She quickly untied everything and squatted on the edge where she released her urge out, which took a whole hour to get out of her body. As she was letting it go Kylo Ren’s Tie-Fighter appears out of nowhere and starts firing at Chewy and the peeing Jedi. Rey uses the force to counter Ren’s firepower back at him which causes him to crash, but he managed to jump out. He landed right on the top, Chewy tried his best to defend his ally and managed to damage him, but Ren used a force push to disarm him and to hurt the poor Wookie. Rey was still taking care of her business, but she couldn’t let her co-pilot and close ally Chewbacca die, so she used the force to put her pants back on to fight Kylo Ren, although she was still urinating, but now it was in her pants. She managed to defeat Ren and force pushed him down the mountain, by now her Resistance training clothes grey pants was completely covered in piss. Strangely when she has an accident it somehow makes her remember her time she spent on Jakku that built her personality to be and though she had many things she hated from that life, she’ll always regard it as the best life she ever had.  The End...  (But not the character) 😉
There was no doubt about it, Autumn had arrived, and was starting to finally sink its fangs into the dwindling remains of summer. Although it had been unseasonably warm lately, today was proof that the long warm days were nearing an end. Although it wasn’t cold as such, it was definitely cooler, helped along by a gusty, chilly, somewhat damp wind from the north. The sky boiled with heavy dark clouds, providing an ironclad guarantee that there would definitely be some rain before the day was over.   This didn’t bother Kirsty Cameron in the slightest though, as she was definitely enjoying her first full time job after leaving school, even though she was working outside.   Standing at 5’10” tall, and being of a rather solid build, her dark brown hair tied back in a simple, no-nonsense ponytail, Kirsty could feel a sheen of sweat quickly cooling on her forehead, helped along by the cool breeze, as she bent over the broom, and quickly swept away the dirt and debris from the road and into a growing pile near the curb.   Kirsty had always been a little bit different to other girls her own age, her mother affectionately calling her “Her Own Little Tomboy,” which was ironic, considering that Kirsty now stood taller than the lady making the statement.   But ever since she had learned to walk, Kirsty had been more interested in more traditional “Manly” pursuits, like playing with toy cars, watching football and car racing, recklessly riding her skateboard or BMX, and wearing pants instead of skirts or dresses. So no one was completely surprised that after leaving school, Kirsty had decided that she wanted to do manual work, outside, using her hands.   Getting the job with the road crew had been a dream come true. She was working outside, doing all sorts of manual labour, and learning all the time. So far, she had earned her Blue and White cards, a First Aid certificate, forklift and light truck license, and a horticultural certificate, not to mention her latest achievement, passing her Traffic Management course. To most girls her age it probably didn’t sound exciting, but now she could use the Stop/Go sign and two-way radio, which meant her pay grade had gone up another level yet again. Eventually, she hoped to be trained in using the heavy equipment, like the excavators, rollers, and dump trucks, perhaps even becoming a supervisor or manager some day.   But for now, she was happy. She was doing a job she loved, working outside, earning good money, and learning new skills along the way. Just then, another reason she loved her job rolled slowly past, the handsome, muscled, tattooed Jacob, who waved and gave a cheeky grin as he trundled past on the heavy roller.   God. He was so hot!   She grinned foolishly to herself. Jacob had been shyly starting to flirt with her over the past week or so, whenever they got rostered onto the same crew. It was cute. He was such a big, tough looking guy with his full sleeve tattoos and dreadlocks, but he was obviously a bit shy, and blushed easily whenever he spoke to her.   Up until recently, most of her jobs had been working on garden beds, or litter collection, but as she continued to gain experience, her role was expanding. Today, she was working for the first time on a road widening project, which was a big step up from planting flowers or picking up rubbish. So far, most of her tasks had been menial, like sweeping or digging, but she was hoping she might get the chance to eventually put her traffic management skills to work.   Taking a break from the broom, Kirsty checked her watch. 2.30pm. Two hours to go. She reached for her water bottle and drank deeply, draining it dry. She certainly did drink a lot doing this physical labouring. Already today she had consumed two energy drinks, a large coffee over lunch, and now she had finished her water bottle, which held over a litre of water, and she was still thirsty.   The sky was continuing to darken, as the wind picked up, and the temperature dropped another couple of degrees, causing the girl to shiver. At this rate, she would be donning her wet weather gear shortly, which would probably help keep her warm if nothing else. Just then, she heard her name being called out, and she turned, seeing the site supervisor Steve waving her over, so she hurried over to see what he wanted. Apparently, he wanted to introduce her to a man wearing a suit and tie, complete with the compulsory high-vis vest over it, and carrying a clipboard.   “Kirsty,-Tom, Tom,-Kirsty,” Steve said, by way of introduction, pausing whilst they shook hands.   “Tom is our Regional Manager Kirst. He’s called in to do an assessment, and you’re on his list! Lucky you!”  They all shared a polite laugh at that, although Kirsty couldn’t help but raise a slightly nervous look in Toms direction.   “So Kirsty, you’ve recently completed your traffic management course, correct?”  She nodded, unsure as to what was happening.   He continued. “Well, I’m doing the rounds of all the crews, and assessing how the recent graduates are doing, and now it’s your turn. Steve has agreed to put you on Sign Duty for awhile, just so we can get an idea of your compenentcy level. You’re starting to get quite a few accreditation’s, aren’t you? At this rate, we may be looking to further utilise your experience at a higher level.”  Kirsty grinned. This was exactly what she’d been hoping for at some stage, but she hadn’t thought that a possible promotion would be coming in the immediate future! She was absolutely stoked by this news!   Steve saw her grin, and chuckled. He liked Kirsty, and knew she was one of his more dedicated workers, and had been putting in a quiet word to his immediate supervisors on her behalf, and he was just as excited for her as what she was.   “Ok Kirst. You’ll go on Stop/Go shortly. But I think you might want to go put your wet weather gear on first. It’s going to piss down shortly. Hurry up and get dressed, Terry is about due for a break. You can take his sign.”  “Thanks Steve, and you too Tom,” she said, trying not to sound too excited or nervous. “I won’t let you down!”  Kirsty hurried over to the portable site office that they used for a lunch room off the side of the road, just as a big gust of cold wind blew, and the first spots of rain began to fall. Once inside, she grabbed her work bag, and quickly dug her wet weather gear out. She had a pair of bright orange high visibility waterproof nylon pants, and a matching waterproof padded jacket with a built in hood, both of which were designed to be worn over the top of her existing clothes, and always reminded her of a ski suit somehow.   Kirsty sat down to undo her steel capped boots, and suddenly became aware of how full her bladder was. She undid the laces, and toed the boots off, using her feet, which were encased in thick white tube socks. That might seem a bit unusual, but they were warm and comfortable, and prevented the steel cap boots from hurting her feet. She took a quick moment to stretch her legs, and wiggle her toes, which were happy to be free of their steel prison for a short time at least. She stood up, and padded to the fridge, where she took a half litre bottle of cold water, which she chugged half down without any hesitation.   As she put the bottle down on the table, she felt her bladder twitch a bit, and found herself pressing her thighs quickly together, as one socked foot found its way on top of the other one.   Man. She really needed to pee!   Ugh. She shuddered, remembering her last trip to the portable toilet earlier in the day. Apparently the guys on the crew hadn’t quite got the idea of “aiming” properly, and the toilet had been disgusting, to say the least.   Suddenly, rain could be heard pattering upon the tin roof, and she considered her options. She really SHOULD go to the toilet before putting her wet weather gear on, as that made it another difficult layer to take off in the cramped confines of the portable toilet, but that also meant putting her boots back on first before she went, which was an obvious delay, especially with everyone waiting for her. Especially with Terry waiting for his break. Terry was a nice guy, but a habitual complainer, and would no doubt begin complaining loudly if she didn’t relieve him on time, and she certainly didn’t want Tom to see or hear that!   Screw it. There was only two hours to go, which included packing up, which took an hour. She could easily wait an hour, then nip to the loo during the cleanup.   Kirsty knew that the elastic leg bands on her waterproof outer pants always made her work trousers ride up, so she tucked them into her socks, taking a second to smile at her reflection in the mirror. She looked ridiculous, with her long sleeve shirt buttoned up, and her thick work trousers tucked into her knee high white socks, with the red and blue stripes around the top. Originally, her trousers had been dark blue, but after many washes and much sunlight, they had faded to an almost grey colour in places, especially across the front of her thighs. Not wanting to waste any time, she slid her socked feet into the waterproof trousers, and added the puffy orange jacket, then put her boots back on. After pausing to drink the last of her water, she donned her gloves, and headed outside to take the sign from Terry.   As she stepped out, a strong gust of cold wind slapped her in the face, along with a few raindrops, and she felt her pee hole twitch a bit with the shock. The young girl almost reconsidered her plan of going to the toilet later, but as she turned in that direction, she saw three things. First, “Fat Tony” was exiting the porta loo, buckling his pants up as he stepped down. No doubt that would make the toilet quite uninhabitable for many minutes at least. Second, she saw Terry looking at his watch, then at Tom, obviously waiting impatiently to take his break. Thirdly, she saw Tom and Steve, still talking together, and glancing in her direction, waiting for her to take over.   No. She would definitely have to wait until later before she peed.   Kirsty hurried towards Terry, waiting for him to turn the sign to “Stop,” before she took it from him almost reverently, then he passed her the two-way.   “Good luck Kirst,” he said with a grin. “Radios tuned in. Mandys on the other end, so don’t you girls start gossiping, alright?” He winked, she gave a polite chuckle, and took over.   “Hi Mandy. Kirsty here. Terry’s gone on break,” she spoke into the radio, and got an immediate acknowledgment, and more good luck wishes.”  Two minutes later, she was in the zone.   “I’m on stop,” the radio crackled. “Last two cars are a white hatch and a blue wagon.”  “Roger that,” Kirsty replied, watching carefully for those vehicles to pass, then turning her sign to “Go.”  Two minutes later again, and she switched to “Stop,” halting traffic, and reporting via the radio to Mandy that a truck and motorcycle where the last vehicles through.   It might seem like a menial job, but it was vitally important. People could be literally killed if she messed it up, and she was concentrating hard, watching every vehicle as it approached and passed, and occasionally glancing at her bosses, who were monitoring her from the side.   Suddenly, it began to rain harder, and the wind picked up, as the temperature dropped.   Kirsty was on “Stop,” and suddenly realised that she was starting to clamp her thighs together, and occasionally lift her heels up. It wasn’t exactly a “Potty Dance,” but surely anyone sitting in the stopped line of traffic would be able to tell that she needed to go!   She focused her thoughts on her bladder, and found it to be feeling really full and heavy, almost like a lead weight in her abdomen. Every now and then her pee hole would start twitching, almost vibrating, and Kirsty knew she was quickly building up to a level of pee desperation that she had never encountered before.   Still, she wasn’t overly concerned. She had a bladder of steel, and excellent control. She hadn’t wet her pants since she was eight years old, and didn’t intend to start doing so now! After getting the all clear, she turned the sign, and let the traffic flow.   Ugh. Flow. Why even think of that word? She had other things that she wanted to “let flow” instead!   Kirsty couldn’t help it. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, and kind of leaned forward a bit, trying to find a position that might take some pressure off her aching bladder. The urge to plant a hand in her crotch and squeeze, to hold on and dance around, was intense. She found herself starting to rub a hand across her lower belly, as her feet began to jiggle, but she couldn’t help it.   Suddenly, the big heavy roller came slowly trundling towards her in the new lane they were building, and she could make out Jacobs grinning features from behind the rain streaked windshield. She forced herself to stand up straight and stop wriggling, as she would hate for him to see her trapped, and bursting to use the toilet. He stopped at the end of the compacted dirt, gave her a cheeky thumbs up, the started rolling away again.   As she watched, a trickle of cold rainwater ran off her hood, and somehow fell inside both her jacket and shirt, and snaked its way down between her breasts.   The sudden cold chill made her jump a bit, and she squeezed the sign tightly, as she felt a slight trickle of warmth against the crotch of her pants. She had leaked.   She almost became unstuck straight away, but didn’t have time to think about it. She had to turn the sign to “Go,” and let the traffic through, keeping an eye on the cars as the passed.   “At least they’re not sitting there watching how desperate I am,” she thought with a bit of relief. But it was only a bittersweet feeling, as the slight warmth between her legs was a reminder that she had actually wet herself a little bit.   Kirsty checked her watch. Surely pack-up time was fast approaching. But to her amazement, she saw that only twenty minutes had passed, and she still had at least half an hour to go, perhaps even longer.   The next wave of pure desperation hit her a few minutes later. She was on “Go,” and the traffic was moving slowly but steadily passed her. Suddenly, with no prior warning, her bladder spasmed a bit, and this time it wasn’t a little leak that escaped, but a dribble, that went for a few seconds.   Kirsty gritted her teeth, and squeezed both the sign and her abdominal muscles as tightly as she could, but she couldn’t stop it straight away. She was aware of a slowly spreading warmth against her crotch, and even worse, on her legs, especially her inner thighs. For Gods sake, it just didn’t want to stop.   Although she was painfully aware of trying not to do a potty dance in front of everybody, she could feel her thighs getting warm and wet, and she clamped them together as tightly as she could, and after a few seconds, the spreading warmth stopped, but she was very wet.   The worst part was, she now needed to go even worse than before. Now her tired and aching bladder had felt the first signs of imminent relief, her body was craving it. Her private area was literally throbbing, and with each pulse she could feel her hot, wet panties cupping her sex. Another pulse, and another slight dribble of fresh warmth, and she knew it was way too late to salvage anything but her dignity.   “Two white sedans,” she muttered into the radio, before turning the sign to stop, letting the other operator know what was coming last.   Just then, the rain picked up, now coming down in a light but constant drizzle, and she wiped a hand across her face, unsure if the water there was rain or sweat. Looking around, she saw Tom and Steve had moved away, now standing together under cover, and Jacob was still down the far end of the newly packed section of road. Apart from the traffic that was awaiting clearance from her, she was alone, and her poor bladder was literally about to completely fail.   Kirsty gave up. She knew what she had to do.   She opened her legs ever so slightly, and let go. At first, nothing happened. Years of not wetting herself had formed a habit that was hard to break, and even though her pants were already wet with her own pee, and she was desperate to go, the relief that she sought wasn’t just going to automatically happen.   Kirsty gritted her teeth, and her hand tightened on the sign, as she gave a slight push, and she was instantly rewarded with the most explosive feeling of relief that she had ever felt, as a tsunami of fresh wet heat exploded from her nether regions, completely coating and soaking not only her sex, but the front and back of her thick work trousers at the same time. The heat ran down her legs, and only increased in quantity, and suddenly she could feel her feet getting wet inside her boots. She looked down, and could see tiny rivulets of pee running freely from the elastic leg bands of her waterproof over pants, splashing merrily into the puddle that she was standing in.   At least she had those pants on, she thought to herself, as they didn’t show the huge potty accident that was occurring underneath them, and she shuddered, both with relief and nervousness, as her body temperature rapidly changed with her pent up urine escaping.   The rest of her shift on sign duty was less eventful and short lived, as the work crew began to pack up, and twenty minutes later she was finished. It was such a strange sensation she was feeling. Her legs, crotch, and feet were cooling down, although not too much, as her wet weather pants trapped the heat, but she did feel sticky and uncomfortable, and more than a little bit dirty.   Tom and Steve beckoned her over to heap praise on her, telling her what a fine job she’d done, and as she was talking to them, she was distracted by the feeling of perhaps needing to pee a bit more. Apparently her bladder hadn’t completely emptied itself, and now she was so wet down there, it was beginning to protest again, this time demanding a complete draining.   As she helped tidy up, she decided against using the porta loo. Her double layer of wet pants would be sticking tightly to her, and she didn’t fancy trying to pull them down in the dirty little toilet. Besides, she was already saturated, and about to knock off and go home, so it would be easier to just finish peeing in her pants.   After saying goodbye to her colleagues, she sauntered over to where her car was parked, opened her legs, and gave another push. This time, it came easier, and she was instantly rewarded with a fresh wave of spreading warmth, and it felt different, almost enjoyable. Looking down, she was again rewarded by the sight of miniature waterfalls trickling over the sides of her boots as her feet got suddenly warm again, and her toes curled up in their thick, sodden socks. She shivered again, but this time with pleasure instead of nerves, actually enjoying the sensation this time.   “Hey Kirsty! What’s up?”  Jacob was sauntering towards her, but thankfully from the other side of the car. She still jumped at hearing her name called while mid-pee, and couldn’t stop now if her life depended on it.   Jacob was grinning. “You okay Kirst? You look worried?”  She was worried. She was still peeing, and it felt like her pants and socks were completely drenched, but there was nothing she could do about it but smile.   “Hi Jake. Nah. I’m good. I was just kinda off with the fairies I suppose.”  He looked nervous. “I, uh, was wondering if you might like to go to the movies tonight? You know, if you don’t have anything better to do? Of course I completely understand if you do, and..” As the last of her pee dripped out onto the ground, she suppressed another shiver, a combination of nerves mixed with changing body temperature, but she mustered a brave face.   “I’d love to go,” she said. But I’ll have to go home and have a shower first though.”  He grinned. “Yeah. I’ll bet. You got pretty wet today, didn’t you?”  She was shocked. Did he know? Had he seen her wetting herself?  “I, uh, what do you mean?”  His look became puzzled.   “Huh? You were standing in the rain for an hour? You must be drenched...”  She gave a relieved sigh. “Oh! Yeah. I’m actually wet through I think, even with the waterproof gear on.”  “I guessed that,” he said with a chuckle. “Better bring it tomorrow as well. It’s supposed to rain all day!”  They arranged to meet at the movies, and Kirsty’s head was spinning when she finally got into her car, feeling her wet trousers clinging tightly against her bottom. But she was smiling. Now she had two things to look forward to. A date with Jacob tonight, and more rain tomorrow.   Kirsty was already planning on avoiding the toilet after lunchtime. After all, using her pants suddenly seemed like a lot more fun than she could possibly have imagined.
A little tale - I hope you enjoy - one of my top 5 fantasies (A fantasy so far) Sinead in the Park So here he was, on his back in the park with the lush grass under him and a clear blue sky above. He had dressed for the weather and was not disappointed as the sun was hot this July afternoon and he lay soaking up the sunshine wearing only his khaki shorts and with his head on his folded tee shirt. He lay pondering how he was going to introduce his girlfriend Sinead to an exciting habit he had and wanted her to share. Sinead was his ideal in so many ways he couldn’t count them. No two people were ever 100% compatible, he knew that and frankly disbelieved it when anyone said they were but really, the things that he and Sinead differed on were so insignificant as to be unimportant. Tastes on the other hand were another matter, she liked R & B, he liked Rock/Pop, she liked dogs, he wasn’t that into dogs, Sinead loved open air concerts, he preferred a bit more comfort but these different tastes only deepened the relationship as they explored each other’s preferences. Sinead was a fun-loving girl but very reserved at the same time and the manners instilled into her by her parents, whom he liked incidentally, were still very strong. Not that there was anything wrong with that, manners Etc. were important but her reserve held her back from really letting her hair down, even with him and he wondered if she ever would be completely relaxed with him on an intimate level or whether it would always be an uphill battle from the missionary position to the Kama Sutra. He had tried gently a few times to get her to be a little more relaxed about all things erotic and she had been willing enough on an academic level but it had failed to progress into her soul – a bit like a song sung with the singer standing completely still and not smiling. She did enjoy their sex together though, he was sure of that, she often initiated it so that was a good indication. Was he being too demanding too early? Was he trying to force her into his mould? Shouldn’t he really be grateful that she felt the way she did about him and accept that nothing is ever absolutely perfect? They had arranged to meet at 12.30 by the main entrance to the park after she finished work. They were planning to get the train from the station opposite the park and go into town for lunch and some window shopping, which was always a favourite with Sinead. He lay there relaxed and dozing in the sunshine. He could hear the sounds of other people a short distance away, families out with their children and the odd dog barking in the distance occasionally but nothing to disturb his peace. He half awoke from his doze when he felt a faint breath of air and heard a swish of material near him. Then, as he came fully awake he felt a weight on his pelvis and thighs and opened his eyes to see Sinead sat on top of him, her full, grey, cotton skirt spread out all around her and a smile on her face. She said, ‘Hello lover boy, waiting for someone special or will I do? I thought you had stood me up then I spotted you here on the grass lazing away the day when you should have been eager to meet me!’ He struggled to sit up but she held him down and said, ‘It’s no good making an effort now, it’s too late, besides, I’m here.’ ‘I’m sorry’. He said smiling at her. ‘Don’t worry,’ she said, ‘I had a change of thought anyway. Why don’t we go back to my place to clean up then spend the afternoon there and go out for a meal later – my treat.’ He said, ‘What do you mean, go back and clean up?’ Before he had finished speaking he felt a growing, wet, warm feeling spreading over his dick and lower belly until it reached round and soaked his bum. Sinead smiled artfully at him and said, ‘That’s why! I’ve just completely wet my panties and it’s soaked your shorts too.’ His reaction was almost immediate as his wet, and now excited, dick struggled to stand up under Sinead’s weight and as it did so she smiled again and said, ‘Wow! That’s what I call interested!’ and laughed. Sinead lifted the front of her skirt slightly to reach the zip on his shorts and undid it. She gently guided him out of his shorts, past her soaking wet panties and into her. Then without a movement to any onlookers that would give a hint at what she was doing she squeezed him as he discreetly pushed up into her. It was over in a couple of minutes and as he came to the end of his final, gentle thrusts he felt a trickle of warm wetness again as Sinead peed a little more through her panties and all over him. Sinead leaned back slightly and put her hands on the grass behind her while stretching her legs towards each side of his head. He put his hands behind his head and, smiling, said, ‘How ever did you know that I would like that?’ ‘I remember the look in your eyes when I once told you that I was desperate to pee one day a few weeks ago – it was like you had been offered the key to the candy shop! And I got a look at your computer last week remember? The history showed a web-site that had photos and videos of girls wetting themselves, jeans, panties, skirts whatever and I started to think, then I put two and two together and here we are.’ ‘Didn’t you mind that I had been looking at that site?’ He said. ‘No, I reckoned that that was a part of your character that I hadn’t learned about yet so I thought it was worth a try and planned a surprise for the next time I had an opportunity. Today was made for it and so I took the chance. It’s no big deal really, all it means is I have to walk home in wet panties then shower and change. You could be into something a lot more difficult to accept so I figure a pair of wet panties or jeans now and again is a small price to pay for our future together.’ He said, ‘It’s alright for you, your wet panties won’t show under that dress but my shorts are soaked and it will look like I’ve wet myself!’ Sinead laughed and said, ‘Well, I think you might as well now. If people are going to think you have peed your shorts you might as well. Now you have slipped out you could just pee and let it all out before I get up.’ It took him a moment to relax but then he started to pee and the warm wetness soaked his dick and bum once more. Sinead felt her panties getting wet again as they soaked up the seeping wetness and her pussy was warmed. They waited a few minutes for the wetness to drain away into the grass as much as it could then Sinead said, ‘I’ll get up casually and then you just stand up as if nothing has happened, people are more likely to notice if you draw attention to yourself so just stand up and walk normally towards the gates and I’ll walk half behind you then I can stop people seeing the wet patch on your shorts. As he stood up a few drops dribbled down his legs from his wet shorts. They made it out of the park without anyone apparently noticing and just as they went through the gates Sinead smacked him on his wet bottom and they laughed at their boldness. No one took much notice of them on the short walk to her flat and as soon as they were inside Sinead pulled his shorts down around his ankles and said, ‘You have a massive wet patch on your boxers too look,’ and turned him around so that he could see in the long, hall mirror. ‘Show me your wet knickers.’ He said. So she lifted her skirt up to her waist and showed him her wet bottom. ‘you said “knickers”, She said. ‘Do you prefer the word “knickers” to “panties” then?’ ‘I think I do’, he said. It sounds naughtier somehow’ and laughed. ‘Those lemon ones you are wearing show the wetness beautifully.’ At that, he pulled her ‘knickers’ down, bent down and gave her a gentle bite on the cheek of her bottom. Sinead squealed and, leaving her panties on the floor in a wet heap, ran into the bathroom where, once he had joined her, they stripped each other and got into the shower together naked. ----------ooo000oo---------- ©Roger Ireland 2015 Stay wet'n'happy Roger
Charlotte, 19, is sitting in the room with her friend Sophia. They've known each other for 2 years, but they're very close, like they've known each other since childhood. Today, they are very bored because this is the period when the university is about to be on vacation. While they were lying in the living room, Suddenly, Charlotte's mother spoke "Let's go to the bar." Charlotte is surprised that her mother invites to the bar. And responded to her mother, "But Mom, We are not legal enough yet." Her mother already knew that and told them.  "It's fine, that place is a bar where kids can go in. But we have to dress up anything. " And Sophia responded to Charlotte's mother, "What are we going to wear?" Chalotte's mother brought out about four cosplay costumes for them to watch. and she told Sophia, "If possible, take your mother too" At 19.00, Charlotte Sophia, Charlotte's mother and Sophia's mother were already in front of the bar. "Mom, are you sure you want us to wear this outfit?" "Sure, Charlotte , let's go." The costume everyone is wearing is  Charlotte : Cosplay the jill valentine in Resident Evil. Sophia: Cosplay the Spider girl Charlotte's Mother: Cosplay is a cute maid outfit. Sophia’s Mother : Cosplay the Power Woman. When Charlotte entered a bar, she saw all the people who dressed up cosplay.  Both cosplaying as a mage Cosplay is a soldier and many others. And the Charlotte went to sit, with a Barmaid wearing a bunny girl coming to the Charlotte. “ Hello, you guys just came here. Please read the rules here. ” And she gave a piece of paper to Charlotte's mother. Charlotte's mother read that paper and summarized the rules on that paper : 1. Please ring the bartender when ordering a drink. 2. If you call that Barmaid and while you are still here, that Barmaid will receive your order every time. 3. Your Barmaid may sometimes come to receive your order late because they may go to the bathroom. And special rules here 4. If you order an order for ten rounds, there will be a special gift for your Barmaid, but there is a condition that all of you at the table, absolutely do not piss yourself. “ Special rules and what do everyone think? ” And Charlotte listened to each other's opinions about whether to receive a special gift or not  and Sophia proposed “ It's fun. I agree. ” “ I agree ” “ I agree too ” Everyone agreed to receive a special gift and ring the bartender and the Barmaid who wear bunny girl costumes come to the Charlotte. “ What drink would you like to order? ” And the first round of orders had passed. The drink they ordered was Charlotte ordered orange juice. Charlotte's mother ordered grape wine. Sophia ordered green tea and her mother ordered whiskey. The first drink they ordered was quickly depleted, and Chalot called the bartender again, and the second drink had orange juice, warm milk, liqueur and whiskey. The second round of drinks had run out and the cosplay, Jill valentine, was stimulated from the bladder and began to move the legs a little. And Charlotte's mother noticed that Charlotte's unusual symptoms greeted her that “ Charlotte, are you okay? ” “ I think I want to go to the bathroom. ” And Charlotte got up to the bathroom. After that, Charlotte's mother pressed the bell to ring the bartender for the third round and got a drink. Wine and whiskey And Sophia took her glass and poured wine into her glass and her mother spoke. “ Sophia, are you interested in wine? ”  Charlotte's mother told Sophie's mother, "Your daughter is starting to become an adult, haha." And Charlotte returned to the table with her legs still slightly moved. “ What happened? Charlotte. ” “ Ah, people waiting to go to the bathroom It's a lot, so I wait for people to drop first. ” “ Okay, then let us order another drink. ” “ She probably haven't come yet? ” “ What do you mean, Charlotte? ” “ I saw her were lining up to go to the bathroom and she was pushing between her legs. ” The Charlotte can't do anything outside of waiting for the bartender to come back and the effects of the drinks they drink. The bladder was quickly filled with urine until both of their mothers quickly pressed their hands between the legs. “ If I were still waiting here, I would absolutely piss myself. ”  And Sophia's mother invited Charlotte's mother to go to the bathroom together. Both of them got up to the bathroom, with their feet tightly clamped on their thighs. And Sophia pressed the doorbell to browse because now I think the bartender would be back and the bartender actually came, but the bunny outfit Her girl is wet and her face is red but she still felt the pressure between her legs and she was stuck and she began to ask us “ W…..What would y…...you l…..like to or…...der? ” Charlotte asked her back. “ You haven't gone to the bathroom yet? ” That bartender was quiet and tears streaming down her cheeks and speaking. “ S…..Sorry, can you t…..take a step b……..back? Because I c…..can't Ah!” Her bunny girl outfit began to get wet and golden liquid came out of her vagina. PPPPPPPPPPPSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHH! She blushed and told the Charlotte people that “ Please don't look too ” But it was already late because at the moment that she finished talking, she was finished immediately She squat and covered her face and cried until Charlotte and Sophia comforted the Barmaid. Until that Barmaid felt better and accepted Chalot's orders and immediately gave them a drink The fourth drink had run out. Now Jill Valentine and Spider Girl start to feel more pressure on the bladder and Sophia asks Charlotte that. “ Should we both order the fifth round of drinks? ” “ That's good ”  And Charlotte pressed the doorbell to ring the barmaid again, but this time the barmaid was wearing a towel Charlotte and Sophia are shocked to see her wearing a towel and apologize to her right away, but she tells them that “ It's okay. Sometimes, barmaid pee themselves and are washing the clothes, but customers always come first. Although we only have towels, we have to go to customer service. ” “ And if there are no towels, what will you do? ” Sophia asks with suspicion. “ Certainly had to go despite being naked. You think it's a special service from this bar. ” Chalot turned red and ordered a drink, and within a few minutes the barmad returned and delivered the order  but at the moment of the drink, her arm touched the knot tied to the towel, causing the towel to fall to the ground and her hands could not conceal her naked body. That barmaid hurriedly placed the tray and picked up the towel to wear it as before, but in no time, everyone in the bar saw her whole body. It made her want to hide her face on the ground and rush back to the counter. After that, the mother of Charlotte returned and looked happy and sat at the table. “ Let's come to order a drink. ”  Charlotte's mother spoke and the bladder was empty, but Charlotte and Sophia stood up and told their mother that “ Then we will go to the bathroom first. ”Charlotte and Sophia walk in the same way that their mother walked to the bathroom. Sooner, Charlotte's mother pressed the doorbell again, and Barmaid walked up to her again while she was still wearing a towel. “ This time, what is the round of this table? ” “ Round six, those two also drink a lot ” And Charlotte's mother receives another bottle of wine and water, until Charlotte's mother protests Sophia's mother. “ Are you drunk? Drink another cup. ”  And Charlotte's mother poured a glass of wine that Sophia's mother had drank. Sophia's mother drank with respect. The sixth round is over. Both of them are now drunk and don't wait to ring barmaid for the seventh round. Barmaid came in, but this time she dressed in bikini and accepted the order and another bottle of wine and whiskey delivered to their table Drinking is slow because they want to taste the wine and whiskey, and they are drunk and therefore can't drink quickly but the seventh set of drinks were out and they called again the barmaid but this time, they want to drink some other drinks “ What should you order this time? ” “ This time, can I have some soda water? ”  Power Woman moves her leg again and orders “ As for me, I would like some juice. ” Barmaid took the order and walked away, and Sophia's mother asked Charlotte's mother. while rubbing her legs. “ Or the reason that the bathroom in this room is only one is because it is thought that someone will want to know about a special gift ”  “ Would be like that ” Charlotte's mother responds to Sophia's mother, as she squeezes her thighs. And the soda and fruit juices they ordered arrived  They looked at their drinks and squeezed their thighs tightly because of the alcohol they had been drinking in the past round and drank it until the coldness of the drink ran through their bladder, causing more stimulation, causing both to endure and rushing to the bathroom. When Charlotte's mother reached the bathroom line, she saw that it was a long time before her queue and Charlotte was at the front of the row and Sophia walked out of the bathroom. “ Do you want to pee again? ” Sophia asked in surprise. “ Haha, because the alcohol we drink makes us want to pee often. ” Sophia's mother responded with Sophia, with both hands between her legs. “ So I'm going to order another drink. How much time is it? ” “ If you order, it will be the ninth round. ”And after that, Charlotte left the bathroom and went to the table and began to order drinks. Now that two or three people are left, it's up to Charlotte's mother's queue. They're tightening the sphincter muscles as tightly as possible. One person passed the queue, they walked hard ahead and they began to leak once. “ Ha ha ha ” “Do you think you can hold it until you get to the bathroom?”  Sophia's mother asks Charlotte's mother, as she is bouncing around behind Charlotte's mother. “ I think i can hold it ” And then it's their turn Charlotte's mother is holding the door, but Sophia's mother is putting her hand at the door. “ Please let me go to the bathroom ” “ I'm going to piss myself ” Both argued with their hands fumbling in their vagina.They can't wait for someone to go to the bathroom and come out, so they go to the bathroom at the same time and take off the vaginal control at the same time and pee out. They breathe in relief and urinate very hard. It takes a long time to finish urinating. They came out to the table, and Charlotte and Sophia had already ordered a drink for ten rounds barmaid come to them and check their pants to see if they pee themselves.Barmaid already knew that they didn't piss on themselves and offered that “ I'll call the owner of the bar here. ” 10 minutes have passed and a lady dressed up as an office worker comes with a barmaid “ I, as the owner of this bar, will let you create one special rule, whatever you want. ” The charlotte were meeting what special rules to put, and Sophia then proposed the rules and wrote them on paper and handed them to the bar owner. The next day a new customer came to that bar and read the rules that barmaid made. The new client was stunned by the new rules he had put in and she was blushing. Then the bar-paper that the barmaid gave to the floor fell and there was a message. “ Everyone who receives the special service from the barmaid must do the same as barmaid service. ”
Background - This is a story that I am writing for a friend of mine and thought I would share it here too. I am writing this as a multi chapter story as he decided he wanted to read the story as it evolved and so it built excitement for the next chapter that I sent him. For here I thought about waiting and collecting the chapters into each major event of the story and posting them as individual parts but then I decided if he gets them on a chapter by chapter basis I should post them like that here so this will be spread out and posted as the story continues. As of now I know where the story will be going but not how and when it will end so posting it this way leaves it open for my imagination to do its thing. Hope you enjoy and if you do I hope it peaks your interest and keeps you coming back for each new instalment.  ----------------------------------------------- Chapter 1 Kayleigh groaned as the loud beeping woke her with a jolt. She reached out, fumbling for her phone to turn off the noise. She picked it up and grimaced as the bright light hit her eyes, quickly dismissing the alarm and throwing her phone back down. She wasn’t used to alarms, she mostly worked evenings at her job so she rarely needed them so to be suddenly woken up had her feeling groggy. She rolled over and buried herself under her duvet, thinking about why she had been so rudely awoken so early on a Saturday morning. The more she thought about it the more excited she started feeling. It was her friend's birthday and to celebrate they were taking her away for the weekend to the seaside. The main focus of the trip was to go see a show that evening but they had lucked out and it just so happened that the weekend they had managed to book tickets for the show, the annual air show was taking place so they also had the added fun of that to enjoy. It should hopefully be an exciting weekend away. She glanced at the time and noted she had plenty of time before she had to go and meet her friends. They had arranged to meet up at their local carvery pub as they did an amazing breakfast buffet and then they were hiring a minibus to take them to the coast. She laid there relaxing and looking forward to the weekend ahead as long as she could before her growing need to pee forced her to get up and head to the bathroom.  After having a quick shower she picked out her outfit for the day and then packed her other clothes and toiletries that she would need in her bag. She grabbed her hairdryer and stood in front of the mirror blow drying her long blonde hair. When she had done she pulled off her towel and dried herself off, admiring her naked body in the mirror as she did. She wasn’t ashamed to admit that she loved looking at herself naked. She loved the shape of her body and her soft curves and she often got compliments from guys. Not that she had ever bothered with guys, she liked the compliments sure but she had never had an interest in dating or relationships, she was happy being with herself. She grabbed some moisturiser and started applying it all over herself, as she stood there watching herself in the mirror rubbing her body she felt a rush. Something about rubbing lotion all over her body always turned her on, the feeling of her fingers massaging her skin set her alight and she smiled as she spent a little too long rubbing the moisturiser between her legs. Had she not been getting ready she could have quite happily got back into bed and spent some more time exploring herself but alas she forced herself to stop and focus on getting ready. She pulled on a pair of white knickers and some denim ¾ pants and then put on a matching white bra and a summery top. After checking she looked okay in the mirror she grabbed her things and headed off for the short walk to the carvery. It didn’t take her long and as she walked towards the pub she noticed a mini bus parked at the bottom end of the car park and guessed that that was theirs and that Mike and Lucy must already be here. As she entered the pub and walked towards the bar she looked around and sure enough she spotted her friends sitting at one of the tables in the corner. As she walked over Mike stood up and pointed at her bag. “I’ll go pop that in the bus if you want”. “Oh thanks Mike” she replied, handing her little luggage bag to him. As he walked off she sat down and started talking to Lucy who told her that the others wouldn’t be too long then they would get breakfast. A few minutes later Mike reappeared and smiled when she saw Hannah and Tom walking in behind him. “Look who I found outside, It’s the birthday girl” said Mike as he got to the table pointing at Hannah with a grin on his face. After everyone had wished her happy birthday Hannah sat herself down whilst Tom went to put their luggage in the bus. When he got back he sat down and looked round. He smiled and laughed. “ Of course we are waiting for Claire, that girl can never be on time for anything. They sat around chatting for a while until Lucy pointed out of the window and said “here she comes”. Kayleigh looked around and saw Claire walking across the car park. She liked Claire but Kayleigh often wondered whether that was because they had been friends with her since school. If she had met her now she definitely wouldn’t have liked her from first impressions. Unlike Lucy and Hannah who were a lot like herself, girly and into cute fashion and feminine things, Claire was the complete opposite. She was and always had been a tom boy. On top of that she could act just like a man. Drinking, swearing, smoking, brazen attitude. Claire said what she thought and didn’t take shit from anybody. She had been in their friend group for so long everyone just loved her for who she was, Kayleigh included, though she did sometimes think given they were all almost 30 that she should calm it down and mellow out a little. Once Claire had joined them they went up and hit the buffet. Kayleigh wanted to fill herself up for the day so helped herself to a bit of everything and poured herself a big glass of orange juice. Once she had finished her main full English she headed back to the buffet and got herself some toast and a cup of coffee to finish off. They sat around for a bit letting their breakfasts settle before they decided they should make a move. Kayleigh finished off her coffee and followed her friends out to the mini bus. She climbed on board and sat herself on the back seat. Lucy climbed in next to her and Claire and Hannah sat in the seats in front. Mike jumped in the driver's seat and Kayleigh looked around wondering where Tom had gone. She spotted him over at his car and as he walked back to the bus she noticed he was carrying a big box. He opened the back door behind where she was sitting and said “here you are girls, I’ll just put this under your seat, help yourselves”. Kayleigh looked down and saw the box was full of lager and bottles of cider. She cheered and shouted “Woooo happy birthday Hannah, looks like we are starting the celebrations early”. They pulled out of the car park and headed for the motorway. They hadn’t even reached it before the cans of lager were out and they were toasting Hannah for her birthday.  Half an hour later Kayleigh was already enjoying her weekend away. She had finished her first can of lager and was definitely in the party mood. She reached down and grabbed herself a second can, handing two more to Claire and Hannah in front. As she popped it open and clinked it with her friends' can's as they cheered she felt the first signs of a need to pee. Not surprising after her orange juice and coffee. Plus she hadn’t used the loo before she left and now she was drinking lager. No wonder she was needing a wee. She was sure they would be stopping off at the services before long so ignored it and went back to singing along to the radio with her friends.
Chapter 2 Kayleigh found herself glancing at each road sign as it whizzed past. Details of junctions and how to get to certain places, the distance to those places, info about tourist attractions, roadworks signs. She had seen them all, just not the one she wanted to see the most. A sign for the services.  They had passed one about half an hour before so she was hoping there would be another one soon. When they had passed the first services they had only been on the road for about 45 minutes so stopping there hadn’t even crossed their minds, there had been no need to. However now they had been on the road for 1 hour and 20 minutes. Which really wasn’t such a long time on the face of it. However it was starting to feel like a long time for Kayleigh who was feeling a strong need to pee. She was cursing herself for not using the loo before they had left the pub. She hadn’t needed to at the time but on top of the juice and coffee she had had with breakfast she had now finished two cans of lager and half a bottle of cider.  When they had sailed past the first services she had only just started to notice her bladder, but over the past half an hour her need had grown. At first gradually where she noticed it every so often then it seemed to intensify quite quickly and now she could no longer ignore it. This is why she was checking every sign, looking for any indication of when they would be stopping for a break.  Another ten minutes passed and despite her growing need she had finished the rest of her cider and placed the empty bottle back in the beer box to dispose of later. As she sat back up she saw a sign coming up and she knew it was the one she had been waiting for. As they passed she read “Welcome Break Services - 30 Miles” She figured 30 miles would take about another 20 - 30 minutes. By then they would have been on the road for about 2 hours. The perfect time to stop for a break. At least now she knew how far it was and roughly when they would get there. She also knew that in another 20 minutes she would very much welcome the chance to pee. She knew she could comfortably hold it until the services but she also knew given the rate at which she had been drinking and her bladder had been filling she would definitely be bursting to go by then.  Ten minutes later she found herself subtly squirming as the pressure from her bladder intensified and sent spikes of desperate need through her. They passed another sign. “Services - 20 Miles” Another ten minutes passed and she found herself bouncing her legs and gently squeezing her thighs together to try and help ease the pressure. “Ooooo I’m busting for a pee” she thought to herself as another wave of desperation hit her causing her to squeeze her legs. Not much further to go. At least talking with Lucy about work was helping distract her. “Services 10 Miles” It seemed the nearer they got to the services the more intense her need got. Almost like her bladder knew relief was getting closer. She looked at her watch, by her estimate they should be there within 5 - 10 minutes.  “Services 1 Mile on Left” “Just another minute or so” she thought to herself, as she listened to Lucy complaining about her bitchy co-worker. She glanced out of the window and saw the sign with the list of all the facilities and restaurants at the services and indicating the turn was coming up. She looked at the list of facilities but at that moment she only cared about one. She was absolutely bursting for a wee, bordering on being desperate, and could only think of getting to the toilets and enjoying a nice long pee. She was so caught up in her thoughts that she hadn’t noticed they were still in the inside lane and only realised as they drove straight past the turn off for the services. She realised they weren’t stopping and was shocked. They always stopped off whenever they went anywhere, why not now. She had just assumed they would be. Had she known she would have asked if they could. Or would she. She had never been good when it came to asking for things, she just usually went along with what the others wanted to do. Even if she had asked to stop she definitely couldn’t explain why she wanted to stop. She wasn’t about to tell everyone she really needed to pee and as nobody else had said anything she didn’t want them to all stop just for her.  She thought maybe they hadn’t stopped as they were almost there, maybe they were only a few miles from coming off the motorway, or maybe they still had a while to go she wasn’t sure, This was the first time going to this place. As she thought it over she remembered Mike saying something about it taking three hours or a bit less depending if traffic was good. She checked her watch. They had left the pub about two hours ago and Mike was right then they still had about an hour left. There was no way they weren’t going to stop, right?. She was already bursting, there was no way she could go another hour without stopping somewhere. She would have to ask, have to say something. Though now they had passed the services god knows when the next ones would come along. For five minutes she sat squirming and debating what to do when suddenly she was distracted by Mike shouting. “Right guys we have two options. We can come off this motorway and join the next one and not too far along there is a little service point where we can stop for a little break or we can carry on a bit further and come off and take the A roads. When we come off the slip road there there is a petrol station and a little park we can stop at”.  “I vote for whichever one lets us stop the soonest, I’m dying for a piss” Usually if Claire had shouted something like that Kayleigh would have been disgusted at the crude language but right then it was like music to her ears. She was glad Claire had announced she needed to pee and wanted to stop as soon as possible, it meant she didn’t have to embarrass herself by asking for it.  “Motorway it is then”. Shouted Mike back “unless there are any objections”. Everyone agreed that was fine and Kayleigh sighed in relief. She just had hold on a little longer, and at least she now knew she wasn’t the only one bursting for the loo.  “How long will it take to get there Mike?” asked Claire.  “As long as traffic stays like this, probably about 15 minutes or so,” he replied. “Well make it quick, I’m fucking busting for a piss, this lager is going right through me” said Claire. “If you don’t get a shift on I’ll fucking piss myself” she added laughing. Kayleigh had no time to be shocked at Claire’s language. Her mind was racing with what Mike had just said, 15 minutes!. She was already bursting and bordering on being desperate, 15 more minutes and she definitely would be desperate. She knew Claire had been joking about wetting herself if he didn’t hurry up but with how quickly her desperation was growing Kayleigh was concerned she might end up doing that if they didn’t get there soon. She sat back in her seat, squirming and bouncing and she could see that Claire was jiggling in her seat. She focused on holding on, telling herself she would be fine, she would make it. 15 minutes wasn't that long....right?
Chapter 3 Kayleigh glanced at her watch for what must have been the tenth time in less than a minute. “Why does time seem to slow down when you are bursting for a pee” she thought to herself. She had been shocked when she had first heard it would be another fifteen minutes till they stopped off, but then the more she thought about it the less daunting it had seemed. Sure she was bursting but she knew she could hold it a little longer. That had been five minutes ago, only five minutes had passed but now she was starting to feel that 15 minutes was much longer than she had anticipated. Almost like the more her need intensified the slower time ran just to torture her. She could handle holding a full bladder and quite often found herself bursting to pee. Whether it was at work, in a meeting, whilst out shopping, driving home from somewhere, she often found herself having gone hours without using the bathroom and being bursting. She was used to that. However she was now reaching the point of desperation, the point where she would go from being bursting and holding it quite comfortably to the stages of really having to hold back and struggling not to wet herself. It was rare she would get like that, it usually only happened when she had been drinking and it would make her bladder fill quicker and make the need intensify so much faster. The kind of desperation she would often feel coming home after a night out, quickly going from needing to pee to oh god I’m about to pee, super fast. Right now she was almost at that point. With two cans of lager and a bottle of cider on top of her coffee she was quickly getting desperate, and it had only been five minutes. If what Mike had said was true she still had ten more minutes to wait. Hence why she kept glancing at her watch, urging time to hurry up or Mike to drive quicker. It also didn’t help that Claire kept suddenly making comments during the conversation about how much she needed to pee. Was hard to try and distract herself with the constant reminder. Another five minutes passed. She just kept telling herself that they were almost there, she would be able to pee soon and hopefully she wouldn’t get so desperate that she started wetting her knickers. Though with each wave of desperation that hit her she felt herself getting closer and closer to that point. As a wave washed over her she instinctively squeezed her thighs together and let out a little gasp. Lucy shuffled over on the seat and leaned in to her and whispered “are you alright Kay?”. Kayleigh looked round and nodded “yeah I’m fine”. She smiled at Lucy who then looked down at her legs bouncing, held tightly together and smiled. She leaned in again and whispered “You look a little squirmy there, that’s why I asked if you were okay”. Kayleigh felt her cheeks flush but before she could say anything Lucy continued “don’t worry you’re not alone, unlike Claire I don’t go around loudly announcing it but I’m getting pretty desperate for a wee myself, it’s not much further”. Kayleigh felt a little more relieved knowing Lucy was also in the same boat as she was and now she didn’t feel as conscious about squirming around. “It’s like when we come back from a night out isn’t it, us lot in the back of a mini bus needing to pee” whispered Lucy, laughing as she mirrored Kayleigh’s squirming. Kayleigh couldn’t help but laugh, it was true they had often been in that situation, sat in a taxi on the way home after being out in town, all of them squirmy and desperate. They pulled out of the inside lane and came off the motorway and down onto the joining motorway that would take them Westbound towards the coast. Now they were off the main motorway Kayleigh knew it wouldn’t be much further, Mike had said it wasn’t far down once they had joined this road. Sure enough a few minutes later they pulled off onto a slip road and up ahead was a small rest stop with a petrol station, a bakery and a shop. The moment Mike had pulled into a parking space Claire spoke up. “Come on Hannah let me out, I’m gonna piss myself”. Hannah jumped out followed by Claire who quickly set off towards the buildings. Once she had Kayleigh was able to move the seat forward and jump out. The sudden change to standing up sent a fresh wave of need through her bladder and she quickly crossed her legs. When Lucy got out they followed after Claire in search of the toilets. They caught up to Claire who had stopped in front of the buildings. “Where are the toilets around here” she asked looking around. They weren’t immediately visible, the shop was to their right, the bakery next to that and beyond that was the petrol station forecourt. “Here mate, do you know where the loo’s are” shouted Claire, startling a young lad coming out of the bakery.  “They are just round the back of the shop over there” he replied, pointing around the corner of the shop. The three of them quickly walked around the corner and there towards the back of the building was a smaller building marked “Toilets”. When they went inside there was a row of four doors. Claire dashed into the first one and Lucy walked over to the second one. Upon finding it locked she went into the third one. Kayleigh quickly headed to the fourth door and to her dismay found it locked. She realised they must have all been occupied and she stood gently stepping from foot to foot, crossing her legs and hoping one of them would open soon. She heard a toilet flush and the first door opened.  “Fucking hell that feels better” moaned Claire as she walked out of the cubicle, buttoning up her tight jeans as she did. “You can’t beat a good piss can you”. She asked this, directing it towards Kayleigh who could only nod and dash inside the empty cubicle. She locked the door and undid the button on her pants, quickly pulling them down, along with her knickers and sitting on the toilet. She relaxed and sighed with relief as the pressure released and her bladder emptied. Claire was right, she may have put it rather crudely but she was right. The relief of peeing after holding it for so long was definitely good. She sat there happily smiling as she finished her pee and sorted herself out.  She headed back outside and found her friends looking around the shop. They bought some crisps and sweets and headed back to the bus. They stood around chatting for ten minutes, stretching their legs and enjoying the sunshine before getting back on board to finish off their journey. Kayleigh had to admit, the closer they got the more excited she felt, she was looking forward to her weekend away with everyone. It was rare these days that they all got to be together like this so any opportunity they could she relished in it. As they pulled out of the car park Hannah swung around and said “chuck us another lager will you Kay, and one for Claire”. Kayleigh fished out the box from under her seat, handing out two cans of lager to the girls in front and taking two bottles of cider for her and Lucy. As they joined the motorway again Lucy shouted to the front asking Mike how much further it was. “About an hour I would say” he replied. “Oh good, not too long” said Lucy happily, cracking open her cider. Kayleigh did the same and they clinked their bottles. She glanced at her watch. Another hour or so would make it about 12:30. Once they had found their hotel and checked in it would give them plenty of time to enjoy the Air show for the afternoon before they got ready for the show that evening. Kayleigh couldn’t wait, it was going to be awesome.