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Chapter 5
Kayleigh watched Lucy’s legs bouncing and squeezing then looked down at her own legs doing exactly the same. In the past ten minutes they had gradually moved closer to the lights that were holding them up but it had felt like they had hardly moved at all. Kayleigh wished the traffic was moving as quickly as her need to pee seemed to be growing. The aching pressure between her legs just kept getting more and more intense and she was now definitely bursting and quickly getting towards being desperate. They slowly crawled their way forward and finally got through the lights which to Kayleigh's dismay hadn’t changed anything. They were still queuing in traffic.
“Everyone is funnelling into the main road from all directions,” said Mike looking around. “I’m guessing they are all heading to the Air show and all the roads are slow with people looking for somewhere to park, at least we don’t have to worry about that, we can park in the hotel car park”.
It was good that they didn’t have to worry about parking but that didn’t help the fact they still had to deal with everyone else looking for parking and holding them up. Kayleigh squirmed as a wave of need washed over her body causing her to moan. Suddenly Hannah responded to Mike’s comment and made Kayleigh look up smiling.
“I know we are almost there Mike but is there anywhere nearby before we get into the town centre that we can stop at, a cafe or supermarket or something? I'm getting pretty desperate for a pee and I really don’t think I can wait to get through all this traffic”.
“Yes yes yes, thank you Hannah, yes!” Kayleigh could have shouted that but she thought it to herself. She was so glad Hannah had asked that. She had resigned herself to having to wait until they reached the hotel but now she was really hoping there was somewhere close by. As if spurred on by Hannah’s request Claire joined in.
“I second that, that sounds like a bloody good idea, I’m fucking desperate too, all that lager really doesn’t do my bladder any good”.
Tom said he would check on his phone and all Kayleigh could do was sit and hope something, anything was near enough that had a bathroom to use. She had been so focused on Lucy’s squirming that she was only now noticing Claire and Hannah were shifting. It seemed all of them were feeling the effects of the alcohol. It made Kayleigh feel a little better knowing it wasn’t just her and Lucy.
After a couple of minutes Tom shouted back saying there was a supermarket not too far away, it just meant diverting off their current route and heading away from the town centre. Hannah was the first to answer. “That’s fine, I don’t care which way we have to go, I just know if I have to sit in this traffic for much longer I am going to end up wetting myself, and by the sounds of it Claire feels the same”. She swung around and added “any objections from you two” directing the question at Kayleigh and Lucy.
“Actually I’m glad you mentioned stopping, I could really do with a wee myself” said Lucy.
“Yeah, me too” added Kayleigh, blushing”.
“Supermarket it is then” said Hannah turning to the guys in front.
“And make it quick Mike, unless you want a wet seat to clean” said Claire laughing but Kayleigh judged by her motions it wasn’t entirely a joke.
It took them ten minutes in the slow traffic to finally reach a turn off from the road. As they did Kayleigh was now super glad they were heading somewhere to pee. She was now definitely desperate and really having to hold back to keep her knickers dry. With each wave of desperation that hit her she had to clamp her legs shut in an effort to keep herself from leaking. She wasn’t sure how far the supermarket was but she was glad they were now moving quickly and not stuck in a line of traffic.
For the next few minutes all she could do was concentrate on holding her aching bladder. She felt like any moment she was going to start wetting herself. The pressure was getting so intense and each spike of need felt like she was going to leak. She wondered if the others were feeling the same but the more she thought about them the more torturous it was for her. Her heart and bladder skipped when she saw the supermarket in the distance. “Not much longer” she thought to herself and she slipped a hand between her thighs and pressed gently on her aching pussy.
As they pulled into the car park they hit another line of traffic. They slowly edged forward and it soon became apparent that it was going to be hard to find a spot to park. They drove up a row of spaces finding nothing and as they came back down the next row Hannah spoke up. “If you and Tom don’t need to come in can you just drop us off at the pick up point and wait for us there”. Mike said that was fine and slowly made his way around towards the front of the store. He pulled up in the pick up point and the moment he stopped Hannah quickly opened the door and jumped out followed by Claire.
Kayleigh pushed the seat forward and jumped out joining her friends. The sudden motion jolted her bladder and she gasped as she felt a little trickle escape into her knickers. She crossed her legs tight to regain control and waited for Lucy to get out. Once she was they set off through the crowds into the store. As they walked in they frantically looked around looking for any signs of where the bathrooms were. Across the store they could see a sign for the cafe so they assumed that would be the logical place for the bathrooms. They set off walking across the store, all hurrying along, weaving in and out of people, occasionally getting caught in the crowd. Kayleigh kept having to stop to get past people. She wanted to yell at them to move out of the way but her nature wouldn’t allow that. Unlike Claire who was just ahead of her loudly shouting “Scuse me” to anyone getting in her way.
As they reached the cafe Kayleigh saw what she so desperately wanted. A sign in the back corner marked “Toilets”. They made their way towards them, Claire at the front shoving her way through. Kayleigh gasped as another little trickle escaped dampening her knickers. She was so close but it was like the closer she got to that sign the quicker her need was growing. They reached the corridor and as Claire turned the corner ahead Kayleigh heard her swear. Just a single word but it was one Kayleigh didn’t like the sound of. “Fuck!”. Not because she didn’t like the word, more because of what would make Claire shout it.
As she turned the corner she saw why. Ahead of them outside the ladies toilets was a queue of about 5 people. It seemed like a lot of people had the same idea as them. They joined the queue and Kayleigh crossed her legs tight, being so close but having to wait was torture. It looked like her friends felt the same, all of them stood squirming and moaning. God she hoped this queue wouldn’t take long. |
Chapter 6
Kayleigh's hand instinctively drifted towards her crotch but she caught herself and pulled her hand away. She longed to slip her hand between her legs, to press her fingers against her desperate pussy to try and relieve some of the intense pressure but she couldn’t do that. She would feel embarrassed doing that in front of her friends, the people she knew, she would die if she ended up doing that in front of the complete strangers in front of them in the queue. Unlike Claire, who in the past few minutes had openly held herself as she stood from foot to foot dancing in desperation. Lucy was leaning against the wall, her legs crossed and occasionally doing little curtsies and Hannah had spent the past few minutes unashamedly pee dancing and moaning about how badly she needed a wee.
Kayleigh had been watching them. She would have loved to hold herself, dance around, announce how badly she needed a wee because boy was she desperate, but her body wouldn’t let her do any of those things. She had always been shy about admitting her bathroom needs and tended to hide as much as she could when she was desperate to go.
Suddenly Hannah moved away from the wall and walked over to the disabled toilet. She pulled hard on the handle, finding it locked. She came back grumbling about it being locked. Kayleigh had expected it to be locked. She had looked at the disabled toilet a few times but had surmised it wasn’t open as no one else in the queue was using it. Although she had all but known it would be locked she had still felt a pang of disappointment when it hadn’t opened for Hannah. Or maybe it was a pang of desperation. She was getting those quite often now and it was definitely getting harder to control the leaks threatening to happen.
Hannah was moaning again about how much she had to pee and how slowly the queue was going down. Out of nowhere Claire joined in. “Tell me about it, I’m seriously gonna piss myself if they don’t get a move on, can’t take that long to pee surely”. She once again grabbed her crotch and suddenly said “fuck this”. She left the queue and walked straight over to the gents toilets. She pushed the door open and upon opening the second door into the toilets she looked inside and came back out. “There’s no one in there, anyone joining me”. She disappeared inside and Kayleigh couldn’t believe her audacity. What if a guy came to use the toilets. Wouldn’t she feel embarrassed?. The moment she asked herself that she knew it was a stupid question. Claire rarely got embarrassed about anything. There were plenty of times Kayleigh found Claire’s brash attitude to be uncouth and ill fitting of a situation. But she did have to admit, she was sometimes jealous of her care free attitude. Her attitude of not caring what anyone else thought, not caring about what she did, just being able to do things without even thinking about it. Kayleigh would have loved to be like that. Like right now she thought to herself. She would have loved to be able to just follow Claire into the gents, not caring about who saw or what they thought. But she couldn’t do it, even the thought of it was making her feel embarrassed.
She had expected it to be just Claire so she was quite shocked when Hannah announced “You know what, I don’t care, I just need a wee” and walked across and into the gents. She was shocked at Hannah following suit but given how much she had been moaning she must have been desperate to do so. Kayleigh could only imagine how desperate she would have to get before she did anything like that. At least now they had left the queue a little shorter.
A couple of minutes later Claire emerged from the gents looking much happier. “Fuck me that felt amazing” she said as she walked past Kayleigh and Lucy and headed out back into the store. Kayleigh definitely felt jealous of her friend having found relief and was glad they were now at the door. She could see inside the bathroom and saw it was similar to the one at the supermarket back at home. Small room with two cubicles and two sinks. At least that meant there was no hidden queue inside. There was one person in front of her and Lucy now so it shouldn’t be too much longer. As a woman exited one of the cubicles and went to the sink the lady in front had gone in allowing Lucy to move forward into the bathroom and as the woman washing her hands finished and headed out Kayleigh moved in beside Lucy.
Now she was in the bathroom her bladder sensed relief was close and a wave of need washed over her body. She crossed her legs tight but it didn’t stop the leak dampening her knickers. She was so close, she had to hold on a little longer. A little leak was fine, as long as there were no more. Listening to the sound of the ladies already in the cubicles peeing really wasn’t helping and judging by Lucy’s dancing it wasn’t helping her either. The sound of one of the toilets flushing was both a wonderful sound as it meant being closer to relief but the sound of the gushing water caused Kayleigh to leak again. She squeezed her legs tight and waited for the cubicle to become free.
Had she been more like Claire she would have definitely been asking Lucy if she could go first, telling her that she was starting to wet her knickers. But she couldn’t say that, she couldn’t admit that to Lucy, no matter how true it was. So she just had to watch as the cubicle opened and Lucy dashed inside. She heard her friend fumbling with her dress and then a loud gushing stream with a sigh of relief.
“Come on come come on” she chanted to herself as her bladder threatened to leak again. “Just a little longer, tiny bit longer”. Finally the toilet flushed and the door opened. The woman walked out heading for the sinks. As soon as she was out of the way Kayleigh dashed in, quickly locking the door. The sight of the toilet was almost too much for her aching bladder and she quickly jammed her hand between her legs, at least now no one could see her doing that. She fumbled with the button on her jeans, it suddenly seeming like an impenetrable safe in her desperate state. Finally she got it undone and slid down her jeans and her damp knickers. Sinking on to the toilet she sighed in relief as she started peeing full force. The relief washing over her was amazing. She couldn’t help but moan slightly with how good it felt to finally pee. She was so caught up in the moment she forgot herself and it was only Lucy giggling and saying “sounds like you are enjoying that” that made her catch herself and quiet down.
After what felt like an eternity her bladder finally emptied and she sat there for a moment making sure it was completely done before she wiped her pussy and stood up. As she pulled her knickers up she noticed they were a little damp but nothing too major, they would dry soon enough. She pulled her jeans back into place and buttoned them up before heading out to join Lucy at the sinks. Once she had washed and dried her hands she followed Lucy out into the store. As they got back to the bus Kayleigh noticed Hannah hadn’t come back. She thought she must have been looking around the store with Claire as she wasn’t back either. A few minutes later Claire came back and Lucy asked where Hannah was. Tom said she wouldn’t be long so they got on board to wait.
It wasn’t long before Kayleigh saw her coming out of the store towards them. At first Kayleigh couldn’t figure out what was wrong, then she realised Hannah was no longer wearing the white shorts she had been wearing earlier. She was now wearing denim shorts. Or had she imagined white shorts. Maybe she had always had on denim shorts. The more she thought about it the more unsure she was. When Hannah got on and they pulled off to head for the hotel it was Claire who answered Kayleigh's question.
“Did you get sorted out then?” she asked, directing it at Hannah.
“Yeah, thankfully we are here for the weekend so it was fine” she replied.
“You alright Hannah” asked Lucy, looking concerned.
Hannah turned around and Kayleigh could see her cheeks were flushed. “Yeah, I just...I had a little accident in the bathroom”.
“Why what happened?” asked Lucy looking even more concerned.
“I was getting really desperate so decided to follow Claire’s lead and go into the gents, when I got in there I had a little trouble with my getting my belt undone and unfortunately standing next to the toilet was making my desperation worse and I was starting to wee myself. By the time I managed to get my belt undone I had already wet my shorts quite a bit and my knickers were soaked, luckily I had spare clothes in our luggage so I asked Tom to bring me some new shorts” She replied, blushing even harder.
“So being the loving boyfriend I am, I obliged,” shouted Tom from the front seat. “Wasn’t sure why she wanted new shorts she just told me to bring new shorts and knickers to the gents, not often you get a request like that” he added laughing.
They all laughed and joked about it being funny. It did seem funny and at least Hannah found it that way, she didn’t seem to care. Kayleigh thought about how close she had come to wetting herself and how mortified she would have been had she had to message one of her friends to bring her clean clothes. It didn’t bear thinking about. |
Chapter 7
They rejoined the slow moving queue of traffic heading towards the sea front but now Kayleigh didn’t care about the traffic. She was just excited about the fact they were almost there. She loved being by the sea, she always thought that one day she would love to move to the coast and live by the sea. Perhaps one day she might, for now it was just a pipe dream. She was also excited as she had never been to this place before and always loved exploring new places.
Finally the sight she had been waiting for came into view. Ahead of them was the seafront road, beyond that the beach and then the sea. Such a lovely sight. It took them a few minutes of fighting through the traffic but they finally pulled out onto the sea front and headed towards their hotel which she knew was towards the far end. She was amazed as they drove along. She had read somewhere that this place was a “mini Las Vegas”. She wondered what that could possibly mean but now driving along the sea front she could see why it had been described that way. Along one side of the seafront were countless Amusement arcades and bars as far as she could see. All adorned with lights and she could only imagine how this place would look at night when everything was lit up. The further they drove the more she couldn’t believe it. The arcades and amusements never seemed to end. She loved going to the amusements when at the seaside so right now she was in heaven.
Eventually the arcades ended and across the road she saw something else she loved. A pier jutting out into the ocean and right at the end a huge funfair. She had read there were 3 piers in the town. One of which was where they were going for their show that evening. She hadn't seen the other two and as this one she was looking at was called the South pier she could only assume they were back the way they had just driven. She thought this place couldn’t possibly get any better but boy was she wrong. As they drove on a little further her mind was blown when she saw the roller coaster rising up towards the sky. An amusement park!! At the seaside!!. Yep it was official, this place was awesome. She had been excited by the funfair but a whole amusement park, that was next level. Why had she never been here before. She got even more excited when Mike commented on the roller coaster saying maybe they should come check that out tomorrow. A suggestion that everyone seemed to love.
Just after the amusement park they found their hotel. It looked lovely and a bonus that it was right next to the sea. They parked up and Mike and Tom headed inside to check in. Now they were here all Kayleigh wanted to do was drop her luggage off and get out and explore. Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a loud noise followed by a huge bang that made her jump. From the others' reactions it seemed they had been caught off guard too.
“What the hell was that” she shouted, her heart racing.
“It was that” replied Claire, pointing out of the window. “Fuck yeah that was awesome”
Kayleigh swung around and looked out to where Claire was pointing. In the distance she saw a fighter jet soaring through the sky, circling back around. The air show must have started. She didn’t know enough about aircraft to know what kind of jet it was but it was awesome to watch. Even if the sonic boom had scared her half to death. She sat watching it in awe of how amazing it was and the skill it must take to fly like that. When Tom and Mike returned he explained the rooms and handed out keys. As arranged she was sharing with Claire and the two couples had their own rooms.
She grabbed her bag and followed Claire into the hotel to go look for their room. Upon finding it she was pleasantly surprised with how big the room was. They each had a double bed and plenty of space. The part she was most impressed with was the fact they were at the front of the hotel facing the sea and the cherry on the cake was the balcony. She suddenly found it sad they were only here for two days. They had decided to spend two full days here before heading home on Monday. With all that she had seen she could have happily spent all week there. She quickly unpacked her bag, setting her stuff out and hanging her clothes in the wardrobe before going and standing on the balcony to take in the sea air. She could see way down in the distance the crowds of people gathered watching the air show and couldn’t wait to join them.
Shortly after Hannah came in and said they were ready and would be downstairs waiting. Kayleigh grabbed her things and as she headed to leave the room she decided she would pee before they left. It hadn’t been that long since she had been at the supermarket but she thought she better play it safe and go before they headed out. As she expected it wasn’t much but at least she was now heading out empty.
She joined her friends outside the hotel and they set off walking along the seafront. Kayleigh checked her watch. Their show that evening started at 9 o’clock so they had plenty of time before they needed to head back to get ready. Plenty of time to take everything in and enjoy themselves. Another loud noise signalled the arrival of another aircraft and they whooped and cheered when it went flying by.
A little way up the front Kayleigh's attention was solely focused on the amusement park. Now they were on foot she could really take it in. She could see a few big roller coasters and Mike was telling them about some of the other rides they had. It sounded fun and she definitely hoped they went there the following day. It had been ages since they had been to a theme park. They usually went to Alton Towers but it had been some time since they had last gone. They carried on a while enjoying the views of the beach and the aircraft going by and soon reached the pier. They decided they would walk to the other end and then work their way back and go onto the pier later. As they walked along Kayleigh was in awe at all the different arcades and really couldn’t wait to see them in the evening.
They soon reached the crowds and they saw that around the beach there were stalls set up for the air show and they headed down to look at them. As they were wandering round the stalls they spotted one selling burgers and decided to grab one for lunch. Next to the burger stall was a pop up bar so whilst three of them went to get food the other three went to get drinks. When they met back up they found a table and sat down, enjoying their lunch and lovely cold bottles of beer. After they finished eating they moved off the table to leave it free for other people buying food and went and found a spot next to the beach to stand and watch the aircraft performances. There were two huge helicopters that were doing aerial acrobatics and almost dancing with each other. Kayleigh was bewildered, how on earth could helicopters be flown like that, so close to one another and do those moves without crashing. She couldn’t fathom it, it was incredible.
When they had all finished their drinks they moved on and finally reached the central pier. Mike told them the North pier where they were going that evening was much further down but the main hub of activity was here so there was no point heading any further. Kayleigh was fine with that and she was happy watching the show so they wandered along the pier and found a bench where they could sit and watch in the beautiful sunshine. |
Chapter 9
The sound of the waves crashing on the beach were so relaxing. She had always loved that sound and laying there in the sun, listening to that sound mixed with the sound of her friends having fun and people around them enjoying the day was wonderful.
“I’m going for a paddle in the sea, I won’t be long”. Kayleigh opened her eyes and looked round at Lucy who was getting to her feet. She watched as she walked down the beach towards the others who were throwing a ball between them. She sat up, reaching for the bottle of water Tom had brought out with him when he had been into the hotel. She took a long sip, enjoying the cold refreshing sensation. As she put the bottle down she glanced at her watch. Ten more minutes and she would go back to the hotel and grab a shower and start getting ready for the evening. They had plenty of time before their show but she didn’t want to have to rush. The plan was to get the tram to North pier where the show was and find somewhere to grab some dinner beforehand.
She had also been thinking she would have to head back to the hotel soon as, as she had predicted, she needed a wee. As she had been laid there relaxing her bladder had steadily been filling. She had been ignoring it, sure she only had to go across the road to the bathroom but there was no point running off at the first feelings of needing to go. She would go when she needed to, and she was definitely getting to that point. Another ten minutes or so and she would have to give in to her bladder and head to the bathroom. It felt like when she woke up in the morning, all cosy and relaxed in bed and staying there as long as she could before her bladder forced her to get up. Had she not needed a wee she could have quite happily stayed there much longer.
As the minutes passed her need became more and more prominent to the point she could no longer ignore how badly she needed to pee. She sat back up and decided that once Lucy came back from the sea or one of the others came over she would go back to the hotel. She couldn’t just get up and leave their stuff unattended. She soon found herself urging Lucy to come back. She had purposely ignored her bladder until she absolutely had to go to spend as much time on the beach as possible. Now she had to go but couldn’t. She squirmed subtly hoping one of them would come back soon. She could have shouted and gotten one of them to come over but she didn’t want to highlight the fact she needed to pee and take them away from their fun purely for her.
For five minutes she just sat squirming and squeezing her legs each time her bladder pulsed and made her need spike. She sighed with relief as she saw Hannah break off from the others and walk up the beach towards her. Finally her chance. Hannah came up and picked up the bottle of water, taking a good long drink. When she finished she placed the bottle down and commented how warm it was running around. Kayleigh nodded and was about to tell Hananh she was going to head back to the hotel to get ready for the evening when Hannah continued.
…..”and drinking all this water is making me really have to pee, I’ll be right back”. Kayleigh could only nod as she watched her walk off the beach and head towards the hotel. She crossed her legs and hoped that either Hannah wasn’t too long or someone came over. Hannah announcing that she really had to pee and the knowledge she was going to do really wasn’t helping Kayleigh. She could easily hold on a while longer but the pressure from her bladder was starting to get uncomfortable.
It took another five minutes of squirming but Kayleigh was happy to see Lucy and Mike walking back up the beach. She stood up and tried to look normal and not too squirmy. When they got there she told them she was going to head back and get a shower which they said they were going to do the same shortly. She bent over to pick up her bag and winced at the added pressure on her bladder. She quickly told them she would see them in a little while and headed for the hotel.
As she entered the hotel she headed for the elevators and pushed the button. She stood waiting and gently stepped from foot to foot. The added effect of being stood up hadn’t helped her need and she was really looking forward to getting her room and relieving the intense pressure from her bladder. The elevator pinged and the doors opened. She came face to face with Hannah who was on her way back out to the others.
“Oh hey, you okay” she said as she saw Kayleigh.
“Yeah, I’m just going upstairs to get a shower and get ready for tonight” she replied, trying not to let her desperation show in her voice.
“Good plan, I think we are going to do the same pretty soon, I only came back now because I was dying for a pee” said Hannah laughing. “I was going to wait until we all came back but I couldn’t wait anymore”.
Kayleigh knew exactly how she felt. “That’s why I’m coming back now” said Kayleigh sheepishly.
“Ahhh I see,” said Hannah smiling. “Well I’m going back and see what the others are doing and then most likely come back and get ready, I will see you later”.
Kayleigh watched Hannah bounce off and then dashed into the elevator. The moment the door shut she broke out pee dancing. At least this time she was alone and could squirm unashamedly. It seemed to take forever to get to her floor and the moment the doors opened she rushed down the corridor to her room. She crossed her legs as she fished out her keycard, experiencing that moment of a surge of desperation when you reached your door. She stood moaning and gasping as she fiddled with the card. She was glad it opened on the second attempt and sighed happily as the door swung open.
She walked into the room, quickly throwing her bag down onto her bed and spinning round towards the bathroom. Without wasting a second she dashed in, undid her shorts and pulled them down quickly along with her knickers. She sat down letting out a huge sigh as she relaxed her muscles and started peeing. As she did she thought back to what Claire had said earlier on, about not being able to beat a good pee. The relief did feel amazing and she moaned happily as her bladder emptied. When she finally finished she sorted herself out and walked through the room and out onto the balcony. She sat for a little while enjoying the view and watching her friends. She hadn’t been there long when she saw her friends packing up, obviously heading back to get themselves ready so she decided it was time to grab a shower.
She headed back into the room and into the bathroom. She set the shower running to warm up and then stripped down. She stood admiring her naked body in the mirror, looking at the tan she had gotten from being out in the sun and as she did she let her fingers gently dance across her skin, setting her body alight with a totally different kind of desperate need. A kind that she simply adored.
Kayleigh had a secret.
A secret that only she and a few online friends knew about.
A secret that she could never imagine telling her friends.
She often wondered how they would react if she ever told them, how they would view her. She often wondered it but she would never find out, she would never tell them. |
Note - This chapter contains mentions of masturbation and other fetishes beyond omorashi. If this is something you want to read then great, I hope you enjoy. If it is something you don't want to read and are only interested in the omorashi side of the story you can skip to the next chapter. I am writing it in such a way that you can skip it without missing anything. This chapter is designed for two reasons. Firstly, as mentioned right at the beginning, I am writing this for a friend so the things mentioned are playing to his interests and things he likes. Secondly, depending on where the story goes, or how long the story goes, this information may be relevant in future chapters so I am putting this chapter here to build on Kayleigh's character and give some information about her.
Chapter 10
Kayleigh looked at herself in the mirror and saw herself, the Kayleigh that her friends saw, the Kayleigh that her workmates saw, the Kayleigh that the world saw. The cute, innocent, normal girl. The girl who could sometimes be really shy and occasionally have troubles with anxiety. The girl who lived a normal life, going to work, hanging out with her friends, going out shopping. The girl who had never being interested in dating or relationships or sex and was not ashamed to say she was a virgin. Just a normal girl. However the moment she ran her fingers across her body something awoke inside her and her body reacted. Now as she looked in the mirror she saw her other self, the side of her very few people knew about, her slutty side.
Up until a few years ago Kayleigh had been just a normal girl. She had accepted way back when was turning 20 that she had no interest in boys...or girls for that matter. She had spent her teen years thinking she was weird or different because she didn’t have the same interest as guys and sex that her friends had. She then thought perhaps she was gay but then she didn’t feel anything for the girls either. It was only in her late teens that she discovered that asexuality was a thing. The more she looked up what it was the more she realised that is what she was. It wasn’t that she didn’t have a sexual drive. She was like most people and masturbated all the time, she loved it. But she had never wanted that with anyone else. The moment she accepted she was asexual and was proud to say so things had changed, she was no longer confused and stopped feeling weird about herself. She embraced that she was happy on her own and happy taking care of herself, and boy did she love taking care of herself.
She had always enjoyed masturbating, right from the very first time she had discovered it and had her first orgasm at 13. Once she had accepted her sexuality she had loved it even more. Knowing she could make herself feel good and enjoyed the amazing feelings without ever having to worry about wanting more or needing someone else to make her feel that way. For as long as she could remember she had masturbated twice a day, in the morning when she woke up and when she went to bed in the evening. Sometimes she would do it more times throughout the day as a bonus. She wasn’t ashamed to admit she loved nothing more than making herself cum. It was almost addicting. However things began to change a few years ago, when one simple discovery would change everything.
One evening she had been watching porn and noticed that one of her favourite couples on Pornhub had uploaded a new video. She loved watching their stuff, there was something so genuine and real about their videos. The video title had mentioned edging. Something Kayleigh had heard about but didn’t really know much about. As she watched the video she became intrigued. Edging was the practice of bringing yourself right to the brink of orgasm and then stopping, letting yourself calm down and then repeating, each edge building the arousal. Kayleigh watched as the man repeatedly edged the girl, stopping each time she was about to cum. At first she couldn’t see the point in it but then the longer the video went on the more she was loving the girls reactions, the way she squirmed, the way she moaned each time he stopped interested her. Then it got a point that the girl was begging him to make her cum. This had affected Kayleigh like crazy. Hearing her begging desperately for an orgasm had turned Kayleigh on like never before. It was so hot to watch and hear and she wondered how it felt to want to cum that badly you would beg for it.
Afterwards she had watched more videos of edging and realised quickly that she loved it, and more importantly wanted to try it for herself. The first few times she had failed, stopping too late and cumming, but the more she practiced the better she got and soon she had become addicted to edging. Where she would usually start touching herself and do so until she made herself cum she would now spend time, building the arousal and need and the orgasms she got when she finally let herself were so amazing, so much more intense. As time passed she found herself going longer and longer, loving the feelings she got. That was the first step to her change.
She had been looking up edging and fun things to do and kept hearing about orgasm denial. She thought it meant whilst edging, you deny yourself each time you stop. However through reading and watching videos she realised it meant not cumming at all. Just stopping after an edge and not having an orgasm. The thought of that was crazy, why would you not want to cum. She did some more reading and found a blog on tumblr from a girl who wrote a diary about orgasm denial and the more she read the more Kayleigh started loving the idea. The girl in the diary not only went days, weeks even months without orgasm, she had handed over control of her orgasms to her husband. That thought drove Kayleigh wild, the thought of having no control over your orgasms. The girl in the diary loved it and only had orgasms when her husband decided it. Not only that she was a submissive who enjoyed bondage and all manner of kinky things. Kayleigh had found her new daily reading material and loved every word of it.
She tried experimenting with orgasm denial, stopping after edging and going without. At first she found it so hard, she kept caving and couldn’t do it. But she eventually found the will and went a day without, then two days without, then three. By three days she had been so desperate to cum and the orgasm had blown her mind. This had been step two of her change.
After months of enjoying orgasm denial and finally reaching a week of no orgasms she had come across a chatroom of people who enjoyed edging and denial and had quickly made friends there who encouraged her and helped her with her adventures in denial. Then one day, she took the ultimate plunge. One of the friends she had made on the chat was a lovely guy called Matt who she had learned was similar to her in his sexual preferences, he had no interest in the physical side of sex he just enjoyed the ideas of orgasm denial and edging and loved to help people. He had been a dom for a few people and he enjoyed helping them, not because he got any sexual enjoyment from it, but because the people he helped found enjoyment in it. She had read things about doms sometimes making it all about themselves and being jerks but when Matt had been encouraging her she hadn’t felt that at all, she had felt calm and at ease.
For a while she had wanted to ask him something, wanted to propose something and she had finally found the courage to do so. She had been fascinated by the concept of giving up control and submitting to someone and Matt seemed like the perfect one, she trusted him, she knew as a dom he wouldn’t ask anything of her she didn’t want to do. She just needed to ask him. She had thanked him for helping her and encouraging her and told him how much she had loved it and asked him if he would be her dom and if he wanted she would give him control of her orgasms. He asked her some questions to make sure she was okay with certain things and then he had become her dom. She knew that she could enjoy denial but always ended up caving in and making herself cum. She thought if she had a dom, someone in control, someone to be accountable to it would make it easier.
Since that day she had enjoyed two wonderful years as a submissive. Being under his control was like being under a spell, only touching herself when he said, only edging when he said, cumming when he told her to and not cumming unless he gave her permission. She had experimented with so many things, learned of new fetishes and kinks. She had become a true submissive, a good girl, a slut for him and only him. She had done things she never dreamed she would do and she loved every minute of it. She was his good girl and that made her so happy.
She looked at herself in the mirror. Seeing the good girl who didn’t cum without permission. The kinky girl who liked tying herself up, spanking herself when she needed to be punished. The slut who spent a lot of her days with her mind in her wet knickers, thinking about edging and begging like a good little denial girl. She could only imagine how her friends and workmates would react if they knew that side of her. Sometimes it turned her on imagining them finding out but that was just a fantasy, she hoped they never would.
She gasped as she let her fingers slide down her thighs. At present it had been a month since her last orgasm and all it took was the slightest touch to set her pussy aching with need. She wanted so badly to touch herself, to edge like a good girl but she had to wait. She had messaged her dom asking for permission to edge in the shower. She needed to wait for his reply. She needed to be his good girl. |
Chapter 11
She stared at the word on the screen. Just one word. One single word that held so much power over her. A word that she both loved and hated at the same time.
“No”
The message was from her dom. Answering her request to edge herself in the shower. It never ceased to amaze her how that word could make her feel. The simple act of being told no just heightened her desire and made her want to touch herself even more intense. Though it didn’t matter how much she wanted it. No matter how much she thought she needed it. Her desire to be a good girl always outweighed it. Something being Matt’s submissive for two years had done to her, and she loved it, she loved the fuzzy feeling it gave her.
She accepted her fate and replied to the message before putting her phone down and turning to the shower. She ran her hand under the water, checking it was the right temperature before stepping under it. The warmth of the water felt amazing and she let herself relax and enjoyed the feeling of the water running down her body. She washed her hair and just as she grabbed the bottle of shower gel she heard a noise then a voice. She turned the shower down and heard Claire calling her name. She shouted back and heard Claire shout.
“Don’t be long in the shower Kay, I need a pee”.
“I won't be long, just give me 5 minutes” Kayleigh shouted back over the noise of the shower.
“Okay, just be quick or I’m gonna pee myself” responded Claire.
Kayleigh heard her move away from the door and resumed her shower, soaping herself up and washing herself all over before turning the water back on to rinse herself clean. As she turned off the shower and climbed out she could hear the TV and suddenly remembered Claire was waiting for the bathroom. She quickly patted herself dry and wrapped a towel around her hair and one around her body.
“Bathrooms free” she shouted as she walked out into the room. She assumed Claire must have been on the balcony but when she walked outside she was nowhere to be seen. She wondered where she had gone and guessed she had gone to find somewhere else to pee. She sat herself on her bed to let herself dry as she watched TV. She hadn’t been there long when the door opened and Claire came in.
“Everything okay?” she asked as Claire walked over to her bed.
“Yeah fine” replied Claire, flopping down onto the bed. “Sorry I just vanished, I thought I could wait for you to get out of the shower but I soon realised I was going to piss myself if I waited much longer so I went down and used the bathroom in Hannah’s room”.
“Oh, sorry I took so long” said Kayleigh, suddenly feeling bad.
“Don’t worry about it” replied Claire smiling. “It's my own fault, I kept putting it off when we were on the beach, I need to learn to go before I’m almost wetting myself” she added laughing. Kayleigh agreed knowing all too well she was guilty of doing the same.
They both sat watching TV for a while until Claire suddenly jumped up and announced she was going to jump in the shower. Kayleigh watched as she stripped out of her t-shirt and tight jeans and then blushed as she continued and removed her red bra and matching thong. That girl seriously has no shame she thought to herself as Claire stood there completely naked. Having been friends with her for so long Kayleigh was used to her not being bothered about people seeing but it never ceased to amaze her that she was brazen and had so little care. Sure she was sitting there in just a towel but at least she was covered up, she couldn’t imagine just stripping off like that and walking around naked.
As Claire headed into the bathroom Kayleigh reached into her bag and pulled out her hairdryer. She set to work drying her hair, thinking about what she wanted to do with it for the evening ahead. Once it was dry she slipped off her towel and whilst Claire was still in the shower she snapped a cheeky pic of herself in the mirror and sent it to Matt with the caption “do you like my tan Sir”. She threw her phone to await a reply and went to the drawers next to her bed. She pulled out a lacy pink thong and slipped it on. She slipped on the matching pink bra and admired herself in the mirror. Since submitting to Matt she had found herself having a lot more confidence and loved to dress up nice to make herself feel sexy. She pulled on the black top she had brought for that night and decided on the short white skirt to finish off her outfit. Once dressed she decided to just leave her hair down and brushed it out. Once finished she took another picture of herself in her outfit and sent that off to Matt asking if he approved. As she stood looking at her phone she was startled by a loud wolf whistle and spun around to find Claire standing behind her wrapped in a towel biting her fist signifying mock attraction.
“Damn girl you are looking fine” she said looking Kayleigh up and down.
“Why thank you kind lady” replied Kayleigh doing a mock curtsy.
They both laughed and Kayleigh sat back on her bed to wait for Claire to get ready. It didn’t take her long to dry herself off and Kayleigh watched as Claire started getting dressed. She had a pair of leather look jeans and as she was pulling them on Kayleigh laughed and asked if she wanted a hand getting them on. Claire laughed and said she thought she could manage. “Are you sure they look painted on” Kayleigh remarked as Claire finally pulled them up and fastened them. She slipped on a white top and a black jacket and then twirled on the spot asking how she looked. Kayleigh told her she looked fine, mocking that she always looked the same. Jeans and a t-shirt and jacket was Claire all over. It was rare to see her in a skirt and occasionally you would see her in shorts but most of the time it was jeans and a t-shirt. She was looking forward to going shopping for bridesmaid dresses with her for Lucy and Mike's wedding. She couldn’t imagine Claire in a fancy dress.
Once they were both ready they headed downstairs to the hotel bar to wait for the others and grab a drink. They hadn’t been there long when Lucy and Mike arrived. Kayleigh laughed and pointed out to Lucy that they were opposites. Lucy was wearing a white top and a black skirt and she had a black top and a white skirt. They were like a walking yin and yang. They sat around chatting and looking forward to their evening and about ten minutes later Lucy suddenly cheered. Kayleigh looked round and saw Hannah and Tom walking over. She saw why Lucy had cheered. Hannah was wearing a beautiful red dress she guessed she had gotten for her birthday and around her was a pink sash with the words “Birthday Girl” printed on it.
They sat for a while finishing their drinks before they decided they should head off and go and find somewhere to eat. They left the hotel and stood waiting for the tram that would take them down to the North end. It wasn’t long before one arrived and they got on and sat down. Now they were on their way Kayleigh was super excited. She couldn’t wait for the show. |
Chapter 12
“Happy Birthday Hannah”
The sound of glasses clinking together accompanied the cheer as they toasted the birthday girl. Kayleigh took a drink of her cider before putting her glass down and picking up the menu. When they had gotten off the tram at the North Pier they had seen signs at the entrance to the pier advertising what was along the pier. Amongst the attractions was a bar that looked like it served food so they decided they would head there for something to eat before going to the end of the pier for the show. As she looked at the menu she thought it had been a good choice. Lots of classic pub food on offer. The more she looked across the menu the harder it was to choose, it all sounded so good. After much deliberation she eventually settled on a gourmet stacker burger. Burger topped with bacon and cheese, a grilled chicken breast and pulled pork, with onion rings, chips, coleslaw and salad. Yummy. She was definitely hungry and her mouth was salivating just at the thought of it. She gave her decision to Mike and Tom who went to the bar to order and she sat back, sipping on her cider, enjoying the view. All around the bar were big windows giving amazing views of the beach and sea, which looked great in the evening sunshine. When Mike and Tom came back they had got another round of drinks so Kayleigh finished off her bottle of cider and poured the new one into her glass.
When their food arrived Kayleigh had definitely made the right choice. Her burger looked amazing and as she ate each element of it tasted fantastic. By the time she had finished her plate was empty and her belly was full and content. She sat back in her chair waiting for the others to finish. Once they had dessert was suggested and Kayleigh could never say no to dessert. She looked over the menu and they had some really nice sounding sundaes. In the end she settled on a strawberry cheesecake sundae that just sounded heavenly. When it came it was just as delicious as it had sounded and it didn’t take long for her to devour the sweet treat. With her last bite of ice cream she dropped the spoon into the sundae glass, pushed it to the centre of the table and sat back, completely stuffed and feeling good.
She checked her watch and noted they had about 30 minutes until they needed to head towards the end of the pier. She also noted she needed the bathroom and decided it would be best to go now before they went to the show, she would hate missing any of the show because she had to go off to the bathroom mid way through. She excused herself and went to the bathroom. When she came back she definitely felt better and as she sat down the conversation had turned to the show, more so Hannah wanting to know what it was. She knew they were going to see a show for her birthday but it was a surprise what it actually was. The only thing she had been told was that it was something she would thoroughly enjoy. Over the past few weeks she had thrown out hundreds of guesses of people she loved. Musicians, comedians, bands. The best part was Kayleigh knew no matter how many guesses she made the chances of her guessing right was very slim. Though she definitely knew the moment she found out she would absolutely freak. Kayleigh had been really excited about it when Tom had been looking for something to do and had found that this show was on. Now here she was again making guesses only to be met with the response “You will just have to wait and see”.
Ten minutes later they decided to take a slow walk down the pier. Partly because if they were taking a leisurely stroll they needed to set off in plenty of time but mostly because it seemed like Hannah would explode and lose her mind if they didn’t leave now. Once they were all ready they made their way out of the bar into the fresh evening air and set off slowly walking along the pier. They made their way past the gift shops and carnival games and wandered through the amusement arcade. Had they not been heading somewhere Kayleigh could have quite happily stopped here and played the 2p slots but they would have time for that tomorrow.
They came out of the other side of the arcade and ahead in the distance she could see where they were heading. A beautiful looking building right at the end of the pier. The venue for their show that evening. They slowly made their way through the little funfair and stopped for a moment. Leaning on the railings looking out at the view. As they stood there Kayleigh thought she would have to pee before they went into the show. When she had been to the bathroom in the bar she had broken the seal and now she was already needing a wee. It was always the same when she was drinking, she needed to pee every 15 minutes. She definitely wanted to go before the show started. She would hate to miss any of it because she had to go out and pee.
They enjoyed the view a little longer before continuing along. As they got closer to the venue they could see a queue of people outside waiting to go in. They obviously hadn’t opened the doors yet. They reached the back of the queue and leaned against the railings. Kayleigh turned around, looking along the beach at the few remaining people still on the sand. In the distance she could see the other piers, the roller coasters of the amusement park, something she was really looking forward to visiting and the many many arcades along the front, something else she was looking forward to.
“OH MY GOD!!! NO WAY!!! AWESOME!!!!!”
Kayleigh spun around at the sudden shouting. Hannah was jumping up and down in excitement and when Kayleigh looked at where she was looking she understood. Hannah had spotted the posters on the front of the venue advertising the show that evening. She knew who they were going to see and she was clearly happy about it. |
Chapter 13
Kayleigh couldn’t help smiling and laughing with everyone else at Hannah’s reaction. For five minutes she had been excitedly chattering and jumping around with joy. She knew Hannah would love the surprise and was glad to see how excited she was. Five years ago they had all been on holiday to Ibiza and had stayed in a lovely hotel in a quiet little bay. It had been perfect for them as they could enjoy the quiet bay but it was only a 15 minutes walk into the nearby town so they had the best of both worlds. During their stay they had looked through the leaflets in the hotel advertising local attractions and excursions and one of the things they found was a drag show that was at one of the bars in the town centre and they had decided one night they would go check it out.
They had just expected a fun drag show and a fun night out but they had been super impressed. Kayleigh couldn’t remember when she had laughed so hard. The show had been amazing, way more impressive than they had imagined it would be. The focus of the show had been comedy/parody songs. Either the drag queens doing a comedy skit to the theme of the songs of them actually dressing up as a caricature of the singers and doing their own parody lyrics. In and amongst were skits and stand up and non stop hilarity. At the end of the show they had bought a DVD of the show that had the material they had seen and some stuff they hadn’t seen and over the years they had watched it together numerous times and it never got old.
A few months back when they had been discussing doing something for Hannah’s birthday the idea was thrown of going to see a concert or show and Tom had set to the task of looking for something fun they could go see. He had called in excitement saying that the same guys they had seen in Ibiza were doing weekly shows up and down the coast and suggested booking to go and see them again. They had all agreed that was an awesome idea and decided to keep it a surprise for Hannah. Now they were here and the surprise and suspense had definitely been worth it.
As they had stood more and more people had joined the queue behind them and Kayleigh guessed it wouldn’t be much longer before they opened the doors and started letting people in. Her guess had been right. A few minutes later the queue began to move and they slowly made their way towards the building. Once inside they headed to the front desk and when they were called forward Tom handed over their confirmation and he was given 6 tickets and was told to present them when they went into the theatre. They made their way through the foyer and into an open area with a bar, a snack stand and an area where they were selling merchandise. They went and had a look at the merch stall and then made their way towards the bar. As they did Kayleigh noticed a sign for the toilets and decided to head there before doing anything else. She told them where she was going and Lucy said she would come too.
They left the group and headed over to where the sign was pointing down a corridor and followed it round until they reached a fork with the gents to the left and the ladies to the right. As they went in Lucy went into the first stall and Kayleigh went into the second one. As Kayleigh was pulling down her knickers she heard a splashing noise and then Lucy sigh. She sat down and followed suit, emptying her bladder with a little sigh. She heard Lucy finish and flush and not long after she did the same. She joined Lucy at the sink who looked at Kayleigh as she got to the sink and said “Phew, I needed that”. Kayleigh at Lucy who continued “as we were standing in the queue I was thinking that I should have had a wee before we left the bar, I was glad when they started letting people in”. Kayleigh laughed and made a comment about knowing how she felt. She too had been feeling the need to pee growing as they stood in line.
They washed their hands and headed back out to the group who were standing in line at the bar. They joined them in waiting and when it was her turn Kayleigh looked at the selection behind the bar and decided on getting a bottle of rose wine. She wasn’t sure how long the show was but at least if she bought a bottle she wouldn’t need to come back to the bar at any point. She paid for her bottle and moved to the side to wait for the rest of them.
Once they all had drinks they went and bought some bags of crisps and bags of chocolates. As they were at the snack stand Claire had headed to the bathroom and as they made their way towards the theatre both Tom and Mike said they would go before they went in, closely followed by Hannah who quickly handed over her drink and snacks and went after them. When they came back they went to the theatre and presented their tickets and were then shown to their seats. Kayleigh was impressed. She knew it was a theatre but she didn’t know it would be so big. She also loved the seating arrangement. The rows of seats were built on ascending levels, separated by a wooden block. Not only did this mean they wouldn’t have to worry about people in front of them, it also meant they had plenty of leg room and they could use the wooden block as a table for their drinks. The last time they had seen this act it had been a small entertainment bar, now they were in a proper theatre. She was glad they seemed to be doing well, they definitely deserved it.
They sat chatting for a while as the theatre continued to fill and about 15 minutes later the doors were closed and the lights dimmed down. The spotlight centered on a gorgeous woman on the stage who welcomed everyone and said she hoped everyone enjoyed the show. Then in the deepest manliest voice imaginable shouted “lets get started”. Kayleigh burst out laughing. She had assumed this woman worked for the theatre and was just welcoming people. She had no idea it was actually one of the drag queens. Had she...or he….it was confusing, hadn’t spoken in their real voice she would have never known it was a man.
The curtain opened to reveal the stars of the show in their amazing costumes and kicked off with a dance number. Which by the time it was over Kayleigh was already holding her belly from laughing so hard. If that was just the opener she couldn’t wait for the rest of the show. She helped herself to a handful of crisps and washed them down with a sip of wine. As she placed her glass down she suddenly wondered whether the show would have an interval. She wasn’t sure how long it lasted and whether or not it would run through or if they split it. She found herself hoping they had an interval. Mostly because an interval meant the show would last longer and she wanted as much of these guys as possible. But also part of her hoped there would be an interval mid way through the show as she was already feeling the first signs of needing a wee. She knew she wouldn’t be able to wait until the end of the show if it ran straight through and she really didn’t want to miss anything. |
Chapter 14
“Hallelujah it's raining men!”
As the last line of the song ended the stage went dark and the curtain swung closed. The theatre erupted into applause and then died down as one of the drag queens came through the curtain and announced they would be taking a 15 minute interval before the final part of their show. Another round of applause sounded and the lights around the room lifted.
Kayleigh finished clapping and relaxed back into her seat as people around them began to get up and head for the exit. She was glad they had announced an interval. She had finished half her bottle of wine and it was certainly taking effect on her bladder. For the past 20 minutes or so she had been busting for a wee and hoping they would be taking a break soon. She waited a few moments to let those who were leaving the theatre a chance to go before she stood up and said she was nipping to the loo and asked if anyone wanted anything whilst she was out. Tom said he would be popping to the bar so it was fine.
She made her way out of the row and down to the exit. When she came out into the foyer she headed over towards the toilets and soon realised that waiting to let people out might not have been the smartest idea. The bar had a big queue which thankfully she wasn’t joining but so did the toilets. At least she had seen them earlier and knew that there were plenty of stalls so it shouldn’t take too long. She joined the queue and squeezed her legs as a wave of need hit her, almost as if her bladder knew she was near the bathroom.
As she moved forwards in the line she thought about the first part of the show and how awesome it had been. They had definitely improved since they had first seen them five years ago and their new material was brilliant. Her belly was aching from how much she had been laughing. She had been right about the line not taking too long. Plus she had noted a lot of people hadn’t bothered leaving for the interval and had just stayed inside. She made it into the bathroom and she crossed her legs as the sounds of lots of women peeing and toilets flushing affected her. Finally she reached the front of the line and it was a pure game of chance as to which stall would become free. One halfway along the row opened up and she headed into it, quickly pulling down her knickers and sitting down, relaxing and letting out a little sigh as she started peeing.
Though she hadn’t quite been bursting she definitely felt better releasing the pressure that had been growing and was amazed as to how much she was peeing. When her stream finally died down she sat for a moment making sure she was completely done before wiping herself and pulling her knickers back into place. She vacated the stall and headed to the sinks to wash her hands. As she walked out of the bathroom she saw Lucy standing in line and went over to her.
“Mike and Tom are just at the bar, I came out to help them and thought I would quickly use the bathroom whilst they are waiting” she said as Kayleigh reached her. Kayleigh nodded and said she would see her back inside. She walked back out into the foyer and she could see Tom and Mike over by the bar. She gave them a little wave before turning and heading back into the theatre. When she walked in she could see Hannah sitting by herself at their seats and wondered where Claire had gone. When she had climbed the stairs and reached their row Hannah jumped up out of her seat. Kayleigh looked at her confused and when she had gone along the row she could see Hannah was shifting on the spot. Before she could ask what was wrong Hannah walked towards her.
“Oh thank god you came back, Claire has gone out for a smoke and the others went out to the bar. I said I would wait here with our stuff until they came back but that was a mistake, I’m nearly weeing myself”. She made to move past Kayleigh and then quickly added “will you be alright here if I quickly go to the toilet”.
Kayleigh nodded and said she would be fine and added “hopefully the queue won’t be too long now”. Hannah squirmed on the spot and laughed “I sure hope not, I’m dying for a pee”. She dashed off and Kayleigh watched as she ran down and out of the exit. She sat back in her seat and poured herself another glass of wine before pulling out her phone. She saw a message from Matt saying he hoped she was enjoying the show. She took a cute selfie of herself holding her glass of wine and responded telling him she was loving it. They exchanged a few messages and suddenly she was brought back to reality.
“What's got you so happy?”.
She looked up and found Hannah and Lucy walking along the row back to their seats. She blushed and told them she was thinking about the first half of the show. They agreed it was awesome and she looked back to her phone. Truthfully she was happy because of the messages Matt was sending her. She always found herself smiling and on high whenever she talked to him. It was just what he did to her, she felt content with him. Not that she was about to tell her friends that. She could just imagine telling them she was smiling because she was messaging the guy who had turned her into an obedient denial slut. She laughed to herself at that thought and squirmed gently in her seat as her pussy responded to that thought. She truly was under his spell.
It didn’t take long for the others to arrive back and they sat chatting and reminiscing about the first time they had seen this act. Suddenly the lights began to dim and they shut up, turning their attention back to the stage. The lights sparked and the music played, kicking off the second part of the show starting with a hilarious rendition of “Man I Feel Like a Woman” which left Kayleigh rolling with laughter. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take. She seriously hoped they were selling DVD’s again. She would be first in line to buy one. |
Chapter 15
“Thank you and Goooooodnight”.
The curtains swung shut and a massive round of applause erupted throughout the theatre. One by one the drag queens of the show walked through the curtain and Kayleigh was one of the first out of her seat clapping and cheering. For what seemed like an eternity the entire theatre was filled with the sound of whistling, whooping and thunderous applause as the stars of the show stood on stage bowing. Eventually it died down and they thanked everyone and gave a little history of their show and how it had adapted over the years and they finished once again thanking everyone and by saying that they would be outside in the foyer and welcomed people coming and seeing them. With one last bow they left the stage to applause and the lights around the room slowly lifted as people began to get up and leave.
“That. Was. Amazing. Oh. My. God”. Hannah emphasised each of the words as she beamed, smiling at her friends. “Thank you guys so much, that was the best birthday surprise ever”.
Kayleigh was super happy Hannah had loved it. She knew she would and if she had enjoyed the show even half as much as she had it had definitely been the right decision. She finished the last of her wine and placed her glass and empty bottle on the table along with her empty sweet packets and sat back in her seat as they waited for people around to leave. They were usually one of the last groups to leave places. They had been to too many Marvel movies to leave as soon as the show finished. They sat chatting as people slowly filtered out and once the theatre was almost empty they grabbed their things and followed suit.
As they came into the foyer area they made their way through the crowd towards the stalls selling merchandise to have a look and Kayleigh was thrilled to see a pile of DVD’s for sale. She bought two and turned round and handed one to Hannah. “Extra birthday present for ya”. Hannah beamed and thanked her and went to show Tom. Kayleigh put her own copy in her bag and stood waiting for the others who were looking at the different items available. Lucy walked over and stood next to Kayleigh saying that Mike was just waiting to buy a couple of things.
Kayleigh was about to respond when Lucy added “I’m not waiting in that”. Kayleigh looked to where she was pointing and saw the huge queue to the bathrooms. “I was going to pop for a pee whilst we are waiting but I can’t be bothered waiting in that line”. Kayleigh nodded and said the same. She had thought about going for a wee but when she had seen the line she had decided against it. She needed to go but she would be fine until they got back to the hotel. They made their way towards the main exit to wait for the others and it wasn’t long before everyone was ready and they headed out of the venue. They made their way slowly along the pier in high spirits, talking about their favourite parts of the show. Kayleigh was transfixed by the view along the promenade. All the amusement arcades were lit up in all different colours and in the distance they roller coasters in the theme park were like beacons in the night. It really was like a mini Las Vegas. She was looking forward to hitting the arcades the following night.
They reached the end of the pier and walked around to stand next to the beach. They had already known by the time they came out of the show the trams along the seafront would have stopped running so they would have to get a taxi back to the hotel. It wasn’t too far so shouldn’t cost them too much. Tom had gotten a taxi number from the hotel and walked away to call for one. When he came back he told them it had been ordered and as they needed minibus it might be about 10-15 minutes before it came. Kayleigh had expected that, it was Saturday night after all. She just hoped it wasn’t much longer than 10 minutes as she was really needing a wee now.
They stood chatting about the show and enjoying the evening air and the sound of the waves down the beach. As the minutes passed Kayleigh found herself wishing there hadn’t been such a long line for the bathrooms as she should have probably gone before they left. She had an entire bottle of wine taking effect on her bladder and filling her up really quickly. She stood gently squirming urging the taxi to hurry up. She was just glad it was a short trip to the hotel.
“Oh fuck it’s no good, I can’t wait!”.
Kayleigh looked round at Hannah who had moved away from the railing and had walked down onto the beach. She was shocked to see her lifting her dress, flashing her white lacy knickers to everyone before quickly pulling them down and squatting down, immediately gushing a stream of pee into the sand. By the sound of her sigh she gave off Hannah was feeling some relief. She must have been bursting. “Just like me” Kayleigh thought as she crossed her legs. She was bursting but she couldn’t imagine just dropping her knickers and peeing so openly in front of everyone. No matter how bursting she felt and how much watching Hannah peeing was making her need worse she would have to hold on till they got back.
When Hannah had finished and sorted herself out she came back to the group and blushed when she saw everyone staring at her. “I couldn’t wait until the hotel, I would have probably wet myself in the taxi” she said as she smoothed down her dress. “I was going to go to the bathroom at the theatre but the line was massive, I thought I could hold on till we got back to the hotel but I guess not”. Everyone laughed and Lucy commented saying she felt the same but she could wait until they got back and a couple of the others made the same comment. Kayleigh just nodded in agreement and urged the taxi to hurry up. The sight and sound of Hannah peeing like that had certainly made her own need worse and she was definitely bursting to go. If her need continued to grow like it was she would definitely be desperate when they got back. She wished she could just do like Hannah and pee right here and get it over with but there was no way she could do that, it just wasn’t the thing to do, she could hold it, it wouldn’t be long before she was able to pee. At least she hoped it wouldn’t be long. |
Chapter 16
Her legs immediately started bouncing as she sat down in the back of the taxi. In the five minutes that had passed Kayleigh could only focus on her quickly growing need to pee. When the taxi had pulled up she was so glad they no longer had to stand around waiting. At least now they were heading back and it wouldn’t be long till she reached her room and got to relieve her aching bladder. Her friends climbed into the taxi too and once they were all in Mike told the driver their destination and they set off.
“Just a few more minutes” she told herself, squirming gently on the seat as waves of need washed over her. She had definitely tipped from bursting into being desperate and was really having to hold back to keep her knickers dry. She was just glad they just had to drive along the promenade, just a straight run and at this time of night there was little traffic so it should only take a few minutes. She was also glad she had decided to wear her skirt. Had she been wearing jeans they would have been tightly pushing against her bulging bladder, at least her skirt had some give to it. She moaned softly to herself as a spike of desperation hit her and squeezed her legs tightly together to ease the sudden surge of pressure.
“God why does this stretch have so many traffic lights” she thought as they stopped again at a red light. Each stop only lasted about 20 seconds but it seemed so much longer to Kayleigh who could only think about reaching the hotel and getting to the bathroom. The pressure between her legs kept growing in intensity and her pussy was tingling like crazy from clenching her muscles tight. She tried to take her mind off it by admiring the array of lights and props along the promenade in all the arcades. They really had gone all out and Kayleigh loved it. She really couldn’t wait to see them all up close and check out all of the awesome arcades. But that would be tomorrow evening. Right now she really couldn’t wait to pee.
It took about five more minutes and a bunch more red light stops until they reached the Amusement park and Kayleigh knew they were just after there. At least now they were past the main hub so there were no more lights and crossings to contend with. Just a straight drive to their hotel and sweet relief lied just beyond. When they pulled up outside Tom fished out his wallet to pay the driver and as he was sitting counting out the fare from his loose change Kayleigh just sat there urging him to hurry up, wanting to shout out that she felt like she was going to start leaking any second.
Finally he handed over the fare and opened the door to get out. One by one her friends got out of the taxi and finally it was Kayleigh's turn. She shuffled along the seat and stepped down onto the pavement. The sudden jolt of jumping out of the taxi caused her to lose concentration for a moment and a couple of drips escaped into her knickers. She quickly clenched her muscles again, thankful it was only a couple of little drips and nothing worse. They set off towards the hotel and upon entering they stopped in the foyer and started making arrangements for the following morning. Kayleigh was happy with whatever arrangements they made, she just wanted them to make them quickly so she could go up to her room and pee. She gently squirmed trying not to make it too obvious to everyone that she was nearly wetting herself.
They decided to aim to meet up in the hotel bar at 9am then they could grab some breakfast and then head down to the amusement park. If they got there early they could have all day there. They all agreed that was a good idea and set to go off to their rooms. Kayleigh quickly followed along and went and pushed the button for the lift. Mike and Lucy said goodnight and set off up the stairs, followed by Claire. Kayleigh turned her attention to the lift, urging it to hurry up. Eventually it pinged and the doors opened up. The three of them got in and Tom pushed the button for their floor and asked Kayleigh which floor she was on. She told them and he pushed the button and the doors closed.
The lift began ascending and Kayleigh squirmed, longing to break out pee dancing but not wanting to show herself up in front of her friends. The lift seemed to take forever and finally it reached the first stop. When the doors opened Tom and Hannah stepped out and wished Kayleigh goodnight and Hannah once again thanked her for helping organise the surprise for her birthday. Kayleigh smiled and told her she was welcome and stood listening as Hannah gushed about their friendship. She was happy Hannah was happy but internally she just kept wishing Hannah would finish and say goodnight so she could get to the bathroom. It was alright for her, she had peed on the beach, she wasn’t the one with a brimming bladder ready to burst.
With a final goodnight Tom and Hannah set off towards the room leaving the doors of the lift to close and continue its journey. The moment the doors closed Kayleigh was along and no longer cared. She started dancing on the spot and slid her hand up her skirt, pushing against her pussy through her knickers to help ease her need. God she needed a wee and if this lift didn’t hurry up she was in danger of flooding it. When she reached her floor she removed her hand and the pressure suddenly shot back and pee trickled into her knickers. She squeezed her legs and then set off towards her room. The little trickle had only been small but it had broken the seal and made her need so much more intense. As she reached her room she realised she had to fish her card out of her bag and she stood dancing on the spot, crossing and squeezing her legs as she fished around in her bag, looking for the key card that would grant her the relief she desperately needed. Another trickle dampened her knickers and she gave herself a quick squeeze, she wasn’t sure if it helped or not but it felt good and eased the pressure, if only for a moment.
She found the card and shoved it into the door, praying it would work and to her delight the light turned green and the door opened. She dashed inside, throwing the card back into her bag and quickly throwing her bag onto her bed. She assumed Claire must still be talking to Mike and Lucy as she kicked off her shoes under her bed and turned to the bathroom. Her bladder pulsed in reaction as she moved towards the bathroom. It was like each step towards the toilet made her bladder pulse harder, knowing relief was so close. She reached out and turned the handle, colliding with the door as she pushed against it.
“Oh hey Kay” she heard Claire say from inside.
“Sorry Claire, I didn’t know you were here” Kayleigh replied, crossing her legs. “Will you be long?”.
“Not much longer” Claire replied.
“Okay, try not to be too long babe, I really need a wee”. Shouted Kayleigh, emphasising the “really”. She moved away from the door and headed towards the balcony. She stepped outside and stood squirming as she leaned on the railing admiring the view. It was a lovely view that she would have loved to take in had she not being preoccupied with the fact she was almost weeing herself. The simple fact she had reached the bathroom only to be denied had made her need seem so much worse. Like her bladder was punishing her for offering relief and then taking it away.
She stood stepping from foot to foot, desperately squeezing her pussy each time waves of desperation hit her. Suddenly a leak escaped and shot into her knickers. She pushed against her pussy hard to stop any more leaks. All she could do was stand there, crossing her legs, squeezing her pussy and moaning to herself that she needed a wee and begging Claire to hurry up. Finally Claire appeared next to her and without saying a word Kayleigh spun around and dashed through the room to the bathroom. As she dashed in she wasted no time in tearing down her knickers and pulling up her skirt. She started peeing before she even sat on the toilet and let out a huge sigh as she started gushing hard. God it felt so good to pee. Her whole body shivered with relief as the pressure lifted and her bladder emptied with force. She found herself panting with how good it felt and sat there enjoying the wonderful feelings washing over her body. Eventually her stream died down and she sighed happily. She kicked off her knickers and picked them up. Thankfully they weren’t too wet and she placed them on the sink whilst she wiped herself dry and washed her hands.
As she came back into the room Claire was still out on the balcony so Kayleigh took the opportunity to get changed into her pyjamas and then went and filled the kettle to make a cup of tea. She asked Claire if she wanted one and once the kettle had boiled she made two cups of tea and joined Claire on the balcony to enjoy the view and the sound of the waves. |
Chapter 17
“Tell me about your day”.
It was something Kayleigh had heard thousands of times before but it always made her smile. Her day always ended with talking to Matt when she got into bed. Usually she would video chat with him but as she was sharing the room with Claire she couldn’t do that. They would just have to message. She had sat outside with Claire for a while whilst she drank her cup of tea and when they had finished they had come inside and were now laid in bed watching TV. She had messaged Matt telling him she was getting into bed, as she did every night and he had responded asking to hear about her day. It felt weird not calling him but she was still happy she got to talk to him and tell her about her day like she did every night.
She started sending messages detailing everything that she had done that day and the things that had happened and she realised why she enjoyed video calling so much. Typing everything out was taking her so long but she was excited to tell him everything so she didn’t mind too much. By the time she had reached the present and sent the message “and now I am lying in bed watching TV, looking forward to tomorrow” 20 minutes had passed. She read his response and then asked him about his day. As she read his messages as they came through she noticed her bladder wanting attention. The rest of the wine was catching up to her and she was quickly filling up but she was too preoccupied with talking to Matt to care. She read about his day, smiling as she felt the warm feeling she always felt when talking to him washed over me making her feel relaxed and content. As she responded to his last message she was about to head to the bathroom and pee as her need was growing quite fast. As she went to get out of bed her phone pinged with another message and as she read it she started squirming.
“You know it’s a shame you are sharing a room with your friend because I know how much you enjoy your bedtime tasks”.
Kayleigh read the message over and over, each time her body responded. It never ceased to amaze her how such simple words could have such an effect. Usually after she had told him about her day and they had talked he would give her fun tasks to do. Touching herself, teasing herself, edging herself. He would give her instructions on what to do, how to do it, what toys to use. She usually spent all day wondering what he would have her do and loving the variety of things he asked of her. She suddenly wished she was at home in her bed, video calling him and listening to his deep growling voice give her commands. She squirmed as her pussy throbbed at the thought, wanting that attention so badly.
She messaged back saying how badly she wished she could play for him. She waited in anticipation as she watched the dots showing he was typing. When his message popped up she squirmed even harder. “Well I guess I will just have to tell you what I would have you doing for me if you could”. She read that line in her head over and over. Then the messages started. Each message detailing what she would be doing for him if she was alone. Reading each message made her body ache with desire, causing her to gently stroke her fingers across her skin and moan softly under her breath. She was just glad she was under her duvet so Claire couldn’t see her squirming.
She loved each message and read it multiple times, letting his words run through her mind and drive her crazy. She suddenly squirmed for a different reason. She was really starting to need a wee. The wine and the cup of tea were rapidly filling her up and in the short time between her deciding to go pee and being distracted to now she had quickly gone from needing to pee to being absolutely busting. She wanted to go and pee but she couldn’t take herself away from his messages. She never wanted them to stop, she was loving the way he was teasing her.
As the minutes passed the messages kept coming and her arousal continued to grow but so did her need to wee. She was no longer sure whether her squirming was because she desperately wanted to touch herself or because she was getting desperate for a wee. She was so caught up in her own little world she had completely forgotten about Claire laying in the bed next to her and only realised when Claire made a comment about something on the TV. Kayleigh turned around to look at her and asked what she had said. Claire repeated herself and Kayleigh responded. Now she was looking at Claire she noticed she was jiggling as she sat in her bed. She wondered what was wrong and between the messages from Matt she kept glancing at Claire, watching her moving around and looking agitated.
As she looked she realised she was making similar movements to herself. Maybe she needed to pee. But if she did why didn’t she just go. Maybe she is just waiting till the programme finishes, that had to be it. Thought Kayleigh as she turned her attention back to her phone and the new messages that had popped up. She slid a hand between her legs and gently pushed against her pussy through her pyjamas. The pressure from her bladder was getting more and more intense and her hand was helping. At least that is what she told herself. Her hand was helping with her need to pee but she also just wanted to feel some kind of contact with her needy pussy.
She heard music and looked up at the TV and saw the credits of the programme they had been watching rolling up the screen. She expected Claire to jump up and head to the bathroom but she just stayed there, still squirming and fidgeting. Maybe she didn’t need to pee after all. What was wrong with her.
“You alright Claire?” she asked, nodding her eyes towards Claire’s legs shifting and wiggling.
Claire laughed and said “Oh...yeah I’m good, just getting really desperate for a piss”.
Kayleigh looked at her confused and asked “Well why don’t you go then?”.
Claire smiled and said “Oh I will do soon, I was waiting for the show to finish, now it has I will go in a few minutes”.
Kayleigh continued looking at her puzzling as to why she didn’t just go now. The show had finished which is what she had been waiting for and she was clearly bursting judging by her movements so why was she still sitting there. She was bursting for a pee but she was sitting there because her arousal and need to be a good girl for Matt was keeping her there, she didn’t want to leave in the middle of his amazing messages. She had a reason, what was Claire’s?.
Claire could see Kayleigh looking at her confused and said “When you are desperate to pee don’t you ever just put it off until you are really desperate before you go just to enjoy that feeling of relief?. Kayleigh processed what she had just said. Sure peeing when you were really desperate for it felt great but she had never purposefully not peed for that reason. There were plenty of times in her normal life where she didn’t pee for ages because she was working or she was in traffic or out shopping but she hadn’t put off going on purpose, it was just her being distracted by other things. Like right now with Matt.
“Can’t say I have” she replied, watching Claire squirm.
“More fool you” replied Claire “that feeling when you finally piss after waiting for ages is almost orgasmic, so occasionally when I really need to go I will wait a while until I absolutely have to go before I go to the bathroom. It feels incredible when you do that”.
Kayleigh couldn’t believe it, why would someone do that. Put yourself through the torture of holding you bladder just to get a good feeling when you finally peed. It seemed like a strange thing to do, something she had never heard of before. She just couldn’t comprehend why you would do that. Then she started giggling to herself. Putting something off to intensify the feeling when you finally did it. That is exactly what she did with her orgasms. Teasing and edging for days, weeks, months. Making herself really desperate for that release and loving the intensity of it when it finally happened. Having Matt deny her orgasms certainly made them so much more mind blowing when she was allowed them. Suddenly Claire didn’t seem so weird for doing that. She would be a hypocrite if she thought otherwise.
She turned back to her phone and messaged Matt telling him the effects his messages had had on her, all the while focusing on her desperate need to wee. It was getting really bad and she knew if she didn’t go soon she would end up wetting the bed. Suddenly Claire jumped up and dashed towards the bathroom. Kayleigh squirmed as she heard a loud gushing stream and Claire moaning in relief. She certainly did sound like she was enjoying it. Her own bladder pulsed at the sound and she grabbed herself between her legs to stop herself from leaking. She quickly messaged Matt telling him she really had to pee and would be right back and jumped out of bed. She stood dancing on the spot as she listened to Claire peeing and was glad when she finished and she heard the toilet flush.
When Claire came out of the bathroom Kayleigh smiled at her and asked if she had enjoyed that. Claire nodded and told her it had felt so good. Kayleigh laughed and walked past into the bathroom herself. She quickly pulled down her pyjama bottoms and sat on the toilet. Sighing loudly as she started peeing. She had to admit the feelings washing over her did feel incredible. Maybe Claire was right about it feeling so much better. Or maybe it just felt so good because she was so incredibly turned on because of Matt. Either way she closed her eyes enjoying the sensations. When she finished she sat for a moment loving the tingles in her pussy before pulling her pyjamas backup and washing her hands. She went and got back into bed and Claire smirked at her and said “sounds like you enjoyed that as much as I did, I told you it felt good. Kayleigh laughed and sank back into her bed, messaging Matt telling him she was back and thinking about what Claire had said. |
Chapter 18
An array of sounds ran through Kayleigh's ears as she woke up. The gentle sound of waves crashing on the beach, the sound of traffic occasionally passing outside and most of all the sound of seagulls squawking. The true sound of the seaside. She rubbed her eyes as she sat up. She looked over towards the balcony door which they had decided to leave open when they had gone to bed to let fresh air in and keep the room cool. It looked like the makings of a nice day outside. She glanced round and saw a mound of duvet and knew somewhere in that bundle was Claire. She reached across for her phone and tapped the screen. It lit up and she saw the time. 6:55. No need to get up yet, she thought to herself as she placed her phone back on the bedside table and laid back down, burying herself under the duvet to go back to sleep.
As she laid back down a mixture of feelings washed over her. Excitement about their upcoming day at the amusement park. Arousal as her mind wandered back to the messages from Matt the night before and her bladder sending her signals it needed to be emptied. She closed her eyes deciding she was too comfy and cosy to worry about any of those feelings just yet and laid listening to the sounds outside as she drifted back off to sleep.
When she woke again those feelings were still there, only more intense. Her bladder was really wanting attention as was her needy pussy. She curled her legs up to her chest and let her mind wander over what she really wanted to be doing right now. She was brought back to reality by the sound of movement and pushed the duvet back to look. She saw Claire had come inside from the balcony and watched as she placed her used cup back on the table.
“Morning” mumbled Kayleigh in her drowsy state.
“Morning Kay, sleep well?” replied Claire, smiling.
“Like a baby, these beds are so comfy”, said Kayleigh pulling the duvet back over herself and snuggling down.
“They sure are,” said Claire. “I’m just gonna grab a quick shower, then I’m gonna go for a wander to the shop just along the front. Kayleigh nodded in acknowledgement and reached for her phone. When she lit up the screen she saw it was almost 8 o’clock. They were supposed to be meeting up at 9 so she had plenty of time to get sorted. She opened up her messages and typed “Good Morning Sir, hope you are well today” and sent it to Matt. She wasn’t sure whether he would be up yet or not but messaging him was always one of the first things she did when she woke up. She put her phone down and intended to go and pee but then quickly realised that Claire had just got in the shower. In her distraction of thinking about messaging Matt she hadn’t really registered what Claire had told her. Had she done she would have quickly used the toilet before she went in. Hopefully she wouldn’t be too long. She smiled when her phone pinged and saw Matt had replied.
“Good morning gorgeous, I am good thanks, how is my good girl today”.
She went all fuzzy and warm as she read it. She loved when he called her his good girl, it always made her melt. She replied telling him she was fine and was really looking forward to her day. They exchanged a few messages and as they were Claire came out of the bathroom. Kayleigh looked up as she walked over to her bed and watched as she threw her pyjamas and towel onto it and reached into her bag and pulled out a black hoodie which she slipped on over her t-shirt. As she slipped on her trainers she looked at Kayleigh.
“You want anything from the shop Kay?” she asked, standing up and putting her phone and wallet in her pockets.
“I don’t think so,” Kayleigh replied. “At least not nothing I need right now, I can grab something later if I think of something”.
“Okie dokie, I’ll see you in a bit, if I don’t come back here I will see you in the bar with the others” said Claire as she headed for the door. Kayleigh said she would see her later and said bye just as the door closed. She went back to her messages and suddenly realised she was alone. She felt a buzz of happiness as she moved her thumb up to the video button and pushed it. She checked herself in the camera as it popped up. Not that it mattered what she looked like. Matt had seen her in all manner of states. It rang a few times before it showed connecting on the screen and then Matt popped up on her screen. She beamed as she said “Morning Sir”. He smiled back and said “good morning back at ya”.
“Claire has gone out for a walk so I thought I would take the opportunity to call you whilst I was alone” she told him.
“I’m glad you did, I missed talking to you last night” he responded with a smile. Then he smirked and added “and I would have loved to watch you squirm whilst reading my messages.
She squirmed as she was reminded of how he had teased her and told him just how much she had been squirming and longing to do those things he had talked about. He did his evil smirk that she loved so much and then said “and this morning I am still feeling the effects of those messages Sir” she told him with a wink. The next two words out of his mouth made her shiver with arousal.
“Show me”. Whenever he said those words it turned her on like crazy. She threw off the duvet and slowly pulled down her pajama bottoms and moved the camera so he could see the wet spot on her knickers. She slowly moved them to the side and ran a finger up her pussy, moving it away so he could see the string of juice that stuck to her finger, showing just how aroused she was.
“Oh my, looks like my little girl is very needy this morning” he growled in his deep voice.
She moved the camera back up to her face and nodded, biting her lip and then seductively licking her finger clean. “Very very needy Sir”. As she said that she was quickly reminded of her other need. As she thought about her bladder she remembered what Claire had said the night before and decided to tell Matt about it. She told him exactly what Claire had said about putting off peeing to enhance the feeling and commented on how it was similar to orgasm denial in a way. To her surprise he wasn’t shocked.
“It’s more common than you think,” he replied. “I’ve read about lots of women...and men who like to do that. Either doing so because they like the feeling of a full bladder or because it feels so good when they finally go, sometimes both”. Kayleigh was about to respond when he continued and said something she really wasn’t expecting. “In fact years ago I had a sub who was into bladder control. She loved me taking control of her bladder and denying her the use of the bathroom. It was quite fun actually, I incorporated that control into her orgasm denial tasks I gave her”
Kayleigh looked at him shocked and suddenly felt intrigued. “Like what kind of things?” she asked.
He smirked at her and said “all sorts of fun things can be done when combining those two aspects of control. For example when she would talk to me in the morning after just waking up I knew she would need to pee pretty bad so I would give her the choice of going and peeing or giving her edges. If she chose peeing she wouldn’t get edges but if she chose edges she wasn’t allowed to go to the bathroom until she had done her edges.
Kayleigh squirmed as she read those messages. The thought of choosing between those two things was crazy. She imagined right now what she would choose. She so badly wanted to play with her needy pussy but then she was getting pretty desperate for a pee. She really wasn’t sure which she would choose, and honestly that thought was kind of hot. It wasn’t something she had ever thought of before but imagining herself in that situation, having Matt denying her and making her choose sent shivers through her as her clit throbbed at the thought.
The thought of actually doing it scared her a little but then that had been the case with so many things they had tried. Since becoming his sub she had experimented with a number of things she had never heard of or thought of as something she would ever do but she had tried them and most of them she had found she loved. The others she hadn't enjoyed and so they hadn’t done them again. Perhaps this new kind of control could be something else they experimented with, maybe she would like it. Her clit throbbing wildly at the mere thought of it was a good indication she might. Or perhaps it was just the thought of Matt having another form of control over her.
She blushed hard and looked at him. “So? Did you enjoy having that kind of control over her Sir?”.
“I did, it was a lot of fun and opened my eyes to new fun possibilities” he replied with a smile.
She blushed even harder and then said “Do you think….maybe...sometime we could try that”.
He smirked at her and said “you know you are really cute when you get all shy, we can do if you want, but only if you want, you know the rules, don’t ever do something just because you think I want it, you have to enjoy it too”.
She nodded and said “I want to give it a go, it does sound kinda fun. She thought for a moment then added “I really need a wee now Sir…..may I go to the bathroom?”. A wave of arousal washed through her as she asked that. Something about asking for permission to go and pee turned her on like crazy, the same kind of feeling she got when asking for permission to touch and edge and cum.
He looked at her for a few moments and then said “you may”.
She told him she wouldn’t be long and jumped out of her bed. She went to the bathroom and sat on the toilet, letting out a little sigh as she peed. Her mind runs wild with thoughts of experimenting with these new fun things. When she finished she went back to her bed. She checked the time and saw she still had plenty of time before she needed to meet up with her friends. She told him she was back and then told him she had a little time and asked if she could please use the opportunity whilst she was alone and with him to have some edges. He teased her for a while making her beg and convince him how much she wanted it. Eventually he nodded and said she could. She laid back and slid her hand between her legs, gasping as she began touching herself for him like the obedient good girl she was. Not a bad way to start off her fun filled day. |
Chapter 20
“Woooooo that was amazing” shouted Hannah as they walked down the ramp leading off the ride. Kayleigh laughed, she had said that about 50 times already, she was glad Hannah was enjoying herself, after all this was for her birthday. She looked around and pulled out the map checking where they were and where they were heading next. They had decided to zig zag their way through the park hitting the rides as they went and then stop for a rest and a bite to eat when they reached the main food court area. They were almost there, just a few more rides to do before they got there.
So far the day had been amazing. They had lucked out again and got another gorgeous sunny day. A little cooler than it had been the day before but it was still lovely. They had spent the last 4 hours working their way through the park hitting every ride going from the white knuckle roller coasters all the way down to the carousel and the spinning tea cups. She had lost count of how many rides they had been on but on the map the rides were numbered up to 55, along with a number of other activities on offer.
“Amazon Trail next, then the sonic spinners and finally the crazy river rapids” she told the others as she consulted the map. They set off walking and with a loud whoosh a jet flew overhead. Her prediction had certainly been right. Thanks to the airshow the park wasn’t too busy so queue times hadn’t been bad at all. They reached the entrance to the Amazon trail and walked right to the front of the line. They got into the boat and once they were set they set off. After the last two roller coasters it was nice to have a chill ride, floating along peacefully taking in the scenery. Along the course they had themed it to be like the amazon river going through the rain forest with all manner of trees and shrubs and animal noises. It was pretty well done, Kayleigh thought to herself as they chatted amongst themselves. As they went along they periodically came to upward climbing sections that then tipped over into “waterfalls” as they were signposted. The first couple were only small but then suddenly the third one they climbed up and then entered into a dark tunnel. It was creepy going through the tunnel and Kayleigh screamed as Lucy suddenly grabbed her waist and shouted “boo”. They all laughed but soon they were all screaming as a fall came out of nowhere in the darkness. They whooshed down in the dark and with a huge splash they hit the bottom and Kayleigh gasped out as a wave of water splashed into the boat and all over them. They continued on a little while longer in the darkness and then they began to climb. They seemed to be going up and up, it never ended, then it flattened out. She knew with how much they had climbed the final fall would be huge and braced herself, grabbing the hand rails tight.
Suddenly light appeared at the end of the tunnel and as they came out into the light of day she had a moment to register how high they were before the boat tipped over the edge of the drop and they thundered down towards the lake below. She screamed loudly, joined by the others whooping and hollering. With a huge splash they hit the lake and a wave of water crashed over them soaking them. As they slowed down they all cheered, laughing as they wiped the water from their faces. They reached the end and climbed out and Kayleigh saw the extent of their trip. She was glad she decided on leggings as they would dry quicker, unlike the others in their soaking wet jeans. At least Mike and Hannah were alright in their shorts. They went over to the stand and glanced at the screens there, laughing when they saw their photo as they came down the last waterfall.
As they walked out of the exit Hannah suggested they hit the rapids next as they were already soaking wet, “we might as well get more wet before we dry off right”. It seemed the sensible thing to do so they set off towards the rapids. As they crossed the bridge over the rapids they saw people below going down the rapids and it looked like a lot of fun. Even more fun was the fact that on the bridge they found water cannons for people to shoot those below going by. They spent a couple of minutes spraying people, realising karma would come back and soon it would be them getting sprayed. They joined the queue and as they slowly moved forward Lucy made a comment that Kayleigh wished she hadn’t. “The sound of all this water is making me need a wee”.
Until Lucy had said that Kayleigh hadn’t noticed her bladder but now she did and the rushing water isn't helping. Not that she was surprised, she hadn’t peed since they had left the hotel and that was almost 5 hours ago. The only saving grace was the fact she hadn’t drunk anything since then either so although she needed to pee it had been a gradual growing need, she wasn’t filling up too fast. Though now Lucy had brought her attention to it she wasn’t able to ignore like she had been doing.
It was soon their turn and they climbed into the circular dinghy and strapped themselves in. Once they were ready the attendant pushed them off and they set off along the river. For the first minute or so they gently drifted along, gently spinning around and then they gradually started getting more choppy. It wasn’t long before they hit the rapids and were spinning around wildly and going up and down with the motions of the water. All Kayleigh could do was giggle and scream as water splashed over them and they made their way along, the rapids gradually getting more intense. There were a few drops that gave her that sinking feeling in her tummy which made her giggle even more but each time it had the same effect on her bladder causing her need to spike up. They came up on the bridges and could see people ready and waiting with the cannons and she screamed happily as jets of water rained down on them. They reached the final part of the rapids and a long downhill stretch. As they went down the feelings in her tummy were going up and down and each time her bladder jolted from the sensation and a few times she felt like she was going to start peeing. When they reached the bottom of the rapids they were well and truly soaked and sat back as the dinghy latched onto the conveyor belt to take them back to the top.
They mocked each other about how wet they were and Lucy laughed and said “I’m not sure but I think I might have peed myself a little coming down those rapids, at least I'm wet all over so no one can tell”. Kayleigh laughed at her comment. She had just been thinking the same thing, she wasn’t sure the wetness between her legs was entirely water but it was hard to tell, there had definitely been a few times on that last drop down she had felt like was peeing a little. She looked at Lucy and giggled.
“Don’t worry Lucy, you aren’t the only one” she said pointing down to her legs.
“Lucy smiled and replied “oh good, glad I’m not the only, must be our age Kay, we can’t control ourselves like we used to”.
They reached the top of the climb and waited for the dinghy to reach the end where the attendant stopped it to let them get out. Once they had climbed out and walked back to the bridge they laughed at how wet they all were. “Never mind, we are going on the sonic spinners next, it will be like getting in a spin dryer”. They laughed as they made their way towards the spinners. At least the sun was out and would help dry them off. |
Chapter 21
Kayleigh looked up at the spinners as they went past them on the track overhead. That looks awesome, she thought as she watched the progress. The sonic spinners were themed on Sonic the Hedgehog and the ride looked amazing. A combination of roller coaster and waltzer, this was going to be crazy. She watched as another car went by, spinning wildly as it thundered down the track, the people inside screaming with joy. They went and joined the queue and she stood, unable to stop watching those already on the ride. She squirmed slightly as they moved along. Her experience on the rapids had definitely made her need to pee worse, perhaps she had already wet herself a little bit, she wasn’t too sure as she was wet all over. Maybe that was why she needed to pee more than she had done before. At least she could go after this ride, this was the last one before they stopped off for lunch.
They edged forward in the queue and eventually reached the front. A car arrived and Tom, Claire and Hannah climbed in and set off. The next car arrived and Kayleigh climbed along with Mike and Lucy. They waited for a moment before the attendant pointed out the wheel in the middle, telling them they could grab the wheel and use it to spin themselves or they could lock it shut so their car wouldn’t spin. As they set off Mike laughed and said “oh we won’t be using the lock, we want to spin as much as possible, right girls?”. They nodded in agreement and Kayleigh grabbed the hand holds prepared for Mike to start them going. They began climbing the long ascent to the top of the coaster and upon reaching the top they waited until they made it to the first drop and let the car spin naturally with the descent they shot up the other side and then Mike set them spinning. Kayleigh screamed as the world began spinning and the car shot down another drop. The same feeling of weightlessness hit her, mixed with dizziness and the sudden change as they went up and down over the dips caused flutters in her bladder. She shot her hand between her legs, squealing with laughter as she tried to stop herself from completely peeing all over. This definitely wasn't the ride to be on with a full bladder.
She felt herself leak a couple of times but she managed to keep control throughout the crazy spinning. When they reached the end of the ride Kayleigh clutched her stomach which hurt from laughing so much. She grabbed Tom’s hand who helped her out and held her steady as she readjusted to being on solid ground that wasn’t spinning and walked over to Hannah and Claire who were standing leaning on the railing recovering. When the others came over they took a moment to chill, talking about how awesome that ride was, before setting off to find somewhere to get lunch.
When they reached the food court they found a picnic table and sat down and Lucy said she was heading to the loo. Kayleigh followed behind her and Lucy joked about wondering if there would be anything left after those last two rides. Kayleigh laughed and nodded in agreement, those rides definitely were no good for your bladder. She knew if she hadn’t been soaked her leggings would definitely be wet from her leaking. They made it to the bathroom and went inside. Kayleigh went into one of the free stalls and pulled down her leggings and knickers and sat down, relaxing and voluntarily letting her bladder empty. She reached down and felt her knickers. They were pretty damp but she was sure most of that was just water from the wet seats and splashes. Although she did note that some of the wetness was neither pee or water. Throughout the day her pussy had been wet after her edges that morning and a few messages from Matt had kept her arousal up.
She decided to take the opportunity whilst she was sitting with her knickers down to snap a cheeky pic of them and her pussy and sent them to Matt so he could see she was wet and needy like he loved her to be. She wiped herself clean before pulling her knickers and leggings back into place and leaving to wash her hands. She walked back across the courtyard to where her friends were sitting and sat down with them. She looked around deciding what she wanted to eat. There were so many different fast food chains she had a wide choice and it could be whatever she wanted without worrying about where her friends wanted to go.
After much deliberation and discussion she decided she fancied pizza and it turned out Tom did too so they decided to get a pizza to share. Tom went off to Pizza Hut whilst the others went off to get what they wanted. She sat enjoying the sun, letting her clothes dry off and wondering whether Matt had gotten her message yet. It wasn’t long before Tom came back with a couple of boxes and two big cups. She expected it to be a paper cup like you would get at the cinema but was surprised to find it was plastic. He told her he had paid for the cup rather than buying a normal drink as with the cups you could get unlimited refills at filling points throughout the park. He opened the boxes and split the pizza in half and portioned out the potato wedges between them. The others came back with their food and Kayleigh saw they had also used the logic and gotten the refillable cups.
They sat for a while enjoying their food and relaxing in the sun. They had consulted the map and decided after lunch they would have a more chilled couple of hours and head over and go on the go karts and the smaller fun fair rides before making their way back through the park going on the remaining rides and maybe hitting a few of their favourites one more time. |
Chapter 22
Kayleigh squinted against the glare of the sun as she looked up at the towering structure above her. “Whoa” was the only thought in her mind as she watched the descent of the cars as they dropped over the edge of the roller coaster. This was the last one, the only one ride they still had left to do. After they had finished their lunch they had sat relaxing for a while before heading off to the go karts. They had spent a good hour racing round the track which had been tremendous fun. After the karts they had moved on to the traditional fairground area of the park and had spent some time on the rides there, going on the ghost train, Ferris wheel and dodgems, even spending half an hour in the fun house, laughing uncontrollably in the hall of mirrors and getting very stuck in the maze of glass. Afterwards they had made their way back through the park going on a few of the rides they had loved the first time round and didn’t have long queues.
Now however was the final one, the one they had purposefully saved until last. The biggest and longest roller coaster in the park. From where she was standing Kayleigh could see up to the towering first drop which came down and at an almost 90 degree angle and then went straight into multiple loops and twists. She followed its progress taking in the dips and turns until it disappeared behind some of the other rides. Looking at it on the map she saw it went around the edge of the park, criss crossing in and out around the other rides and eventually coming back to the beginning. Supposedly there were many loops and corkscrews and drops along the way and as they had been walking through the park they had seen it and passed under it numerous times. Now they were here and she couldn’t wait.
They joined the queue and gradually made their way forwards, talking and still laughing about the number of times they had all walked straight into a glass wall in the maze. Finally they reached the front and when the train pulled up she climbed in next to Claire and strapped herself in. The usual safety announcements followed and then the train set off and Kayleigh's excitement built as they made their way towards the long climb to the top. As they began climbing she looked out over the side. The further up they climbed the more she could see. All the way along the beach, the crowds gathered at the air show, the piers stretching out in the sea. It made for spectacular views. After what seemed like an age they reached the top and slowly moved around the track towards that insane drop. Her heart started beating faster as her attention switched from the views to the drop getting closer and closer. A few feet from the edge the train stopped and screens on either side showed a 10 second countdown. With each flashing number her breathing got heavier and her heart pounded in her chest. “1” flashed up on screen and the train moved forward. In a split second the first car tipped over the edge and with a burst of speed and a series of screams and shouts they shot down. Kayleigh screamed loudly as they plummeted straight down and then hit the loops.
The park and the rides whooshed past as they made their way through the twists and loops and over the dips, occasionally slowing down to climb for another drop, only to go back to speed on the other side. By the time they slowed down and reached the final short climb back to the start Kayleigh was awash with sensation. That had been amazing. As they climbed out of the train they decided to head straight back to the queue and go again. That was too awesome to only do once.
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“Well that was definitely worth saving until last” said Mike as they finally walked through the exit of the ride after going on it four more times.
“It certainly was, thank you again guys for another amazing day” added Hannah, beaming as she skipped along.
“Are we heading back then” asked Lucy, looking at her watch. Whilst having lunch they had decided they would head back to the hotel for a couple of hours and chill out before heading out for the evening. As they walked towards the park's exit Claire pointed out one of the refill points and said “well we might as well get another refill before we leave”. They went over to refill their cups and Kayleigh was glad Tom had got her one. Throughout the afternoon she had been glad of her refills as it grew warmer as the day had gone on so she had loved being able to get as many drinks as she had wanted. Once they had all refilled they continued on and made their way through the exit back onto the seafront.
They crossed over and walked along next to the beach, slowly making their way back towards the hotel. They had already decided to stop off at the shop on the way back to pick up some drinks and then once back they would hang out in one of the rooms or go down and sit on the beach, whichever they felt like. When they reached the shop Claire and Tom headed inside to pick up the drinks and snacks and as she stood waiting, idly sipping on her drink she realised that those numerous refills were certainly taking effect on her. She was shocked at just how much she wanted a wee. It seemed to have come on all of a sudden. Though perhaps the thrill of the rides had been a distraction from her bladder steadily filling and now she was just standing waiting, those distractions were no longer present. “Definitely have to head straight to the loo when we get back” she thought to herself as she crossed her legs out of instinct as the familiar tingling ran through her pussy. |
Chapter 23
Kayleigh tapped her foot impatiently. “What was taking them so long?” she thought as she looked into the shop. In reality they probably weren’t taking that long at all but Kayleigh's mind was suddenly focused on one thing, and that thing was making time seem to run slower. As she took another sip of her pepsi her bladder responded by reminding her how much she needed a wee. She couldn’t believe how quickly she had gone from not even noticing that she had to pee to really needing to go in a matter of minutes. She sometimes found that happening. If she had been out shopping or was busy with something at home she was distracted she was fine but once that distraction had gone she would suddenly notice how badly she needed to pee. Exactly what had just happened now. The distraction of the amusement park had faded and now her focus was on her full bladder.
She squeezed her legs as the familiar pressure sent tingles through her pussy as her bladder demanded her attention. Finally Claire and Tom left the shop, each carrying a bag that clinked as they walked. Kayleigh peeked inside and saw bottles of cider and lager and some big bags of crisps, perfect for a lazy couple of hours. They resumed walking along the seafront and soon arrived at the hotel. They had decided to hang out in the room, put some music on, chill, play some games and had decided on Tom and Hannah’s room. Mike and Lucy said they were popping to their room to quickly throw on some more comfortable clothes and headed up the stairs. The rest got into the lift and went up. When it stopped and they got out they followed Hannah and Tom to their room. As they went in Kayleigh saw it was very similar to her room and she went out onto the balcony to see what the view was like. As she stood on the balcony she saw they were towards the end of the hotel and a couple of floors down. She looked up and tried to figure out which balcony was hers and as she was looking Claire appeared holding out a bottle of fruit cider which Kayleigh took and put on the table.
She looked into the room and saw that Hannah was still in the bathroom and squeezed her legs as a spike of need washed over her. Being so close to the bathroom had made her bladder even more demanding and now she was just waiting for Hannah to finish so she could give into those demands. She pulled out her phone and messaged Matt telling him she was back at the hotel and what their plans were. She smiled when he immediately replied and as she was messaging him back she hadn’t noticed Hannah had walked out onto the balcony. When she looked up from her phone and saw Hannah standing there she smiled and said that she was just popping to the loo.
“Tom has just jumped in for a quick shower” replied Hannah as Kayleigh moved past her.
That wasn’t what Kayleigh had wanted to hear. “Oh, I’ll just pop up to my room and go then, it will be quicker than waiting for Tom.
Hannah nodded and said “Claire just said the same thing”. Kayleigh looked into the room and saw Claire wasn’t there and figured she must have had the same idea. She walked through the room and out of the door, heading for the lift. She went up to her floor and headed down to her room. As she entered she noted the bathroom door was closed and guessed Claire was in there. She hoped she wouldn’t be too long and walked out onto her balcony. She looked down and saw Hannah standing on her balcony and shouted down waving to her.
Her phone buzzed and she checked to see another message from Matt which she started to reply to and then deleted the message she typed and hit the call button. She listened to the ringing for a moment before she heard the click and “Hey Cutie”.
She smiled as she heard his voice and responded “Hi Sir, I just thought I would call while I had the chance. He asked about her morning and she told him about the amusement park, promising him she would tell him in detail when she could and then told him they were back at the hotel and were going to have a chill couple of hours before heading out for the evening.
“Sounds a good plan, where are your friends?” he asked.
“Oh they are down in Hannah’s room, I just came up to my room as Tom was using the shower and I really have to pee but Claire had the same idea” she told him, squirming as she reminded herself of her need.
“I see, so you still need to go?” he responded.
“Yes, pretty badly, hopefully Claire will be done soon” she answered, squeezing her legs and doing a little curtsy as she talked about how badly she needed to pee made it worse.
“Ahh, well I’m sure you won’t have to wait much longer, so where are you going tonight?” he replied.
She told him their plan to make their way along the sea front to the central pier and then make their way back going in the many arcades and some of the bars along the way. He told her his plans for the evening, saying that he would much rather be hanging out with her at the seaside. She would have loved that. She heard movement and quickly moved the phone away from her ear as Claire appeared in the doorway.
“You alright Kay?” she asked as she stepped out onto the balcony.
“Yeah all good, I just came to use the bathroom as Tom was in the shower then I might get changed” replied Kayleigh.
Claire laughed and said “Yeah, I went to use the loo but Tom had beat me to it so I came up here, anyway, I’m going back down, you want me to wait or are you okay?”.
“No I’ll see you down there, I’m just gonna go to the loo and then change into something I can lounge around in and I’ll be down”.
She waited for Claire to leave and the door of their room to close before she lifted the phone back to her ear. “Sir?” she said into the phone and was glad to hear him reply. “Sorry about that, Claire came to speak to me”. He said it was fine and continued what he had been saying. She waited for him to finish and then said “Okay, now Claire has gone I really do need to go for a wee Sir, I will be back in a moment”. As she walked through the door into the room he asked her something.
“So are you heading to the bathroom right now to pee?”
She held the phone to her ear and responded “Yes Sir, I’m about to put the phone on my bed and quickly go pee, I will be back in a moment”. She squirmed on the spot as she waited for him to acknowledge her comment. When he did respond she squirmed even harder, but for a totally different reason.
“And you were just going to do that without asking for permission to do so” he growled down the phone. Her pussy throbbed in response to his commanding voice and his spell of control.
“I was Sir, sorry Sir, Please may I go and pee Sir” she asked squeezing her legs as her bladder pulsed with need and her clit throbbed hard as arousal hit her at having to ask for permission. There was silence for a few moments before he growled.
“NO...not just yet”.
She squirmed and crossed her legs. She so badly wanted to pee but being told that she wasn’t allowed yet drove her crazy. She felt her pussy getting wet as she fell under his control.
“Please Sir, I really need to go” she told him as she danced on the spot. She suddenly realised she was alone and hit the video button to switch on her camera. He appeared on her screen and she repeated her sentence.
He smiled and with an evil smirk asked “are you all squirmy baby?”. She turned the camera down to show him her dancing and he added “mmmm I do like when you are squirmy”. She giggled and asked him again if she could pee. She watched as he looked at her, thinking about his answer, a look that always turned her on. Finally he responded “I will let you go if you beg like a good girl and convince me you really want it”.
She squirmed even harder as she listened to his response. “Please please please can I pee for you Sir, I have been drinking so much today and my bladder is bursting full, if you don’t let me pee soon I will wet myself Sir”. She turned the camera back to her legs and put her hand between her legs, holding her pussy and squirming”.
“I think you can hold it for me a little bit longer” he said, flashing his evil smile that turned her legs to jelly. She found herself nodding and saying “yes Sir”. She stood squirming and was amazed that just him telling her to wait made her seem so much more desperate. She begged him again, telling him how desperate she was and his response drove her crazy.
“You know that you can tell me to stop anytime and just go and pee, anytime you want”.
They had an understanding. If they were ever doing anything and she wanted or needed to stop she just had to use her safeword and everything would stop. Especially if they were trying something new and she was uncomfortable. He was right, she could use her safeword and just go and pee, it would be so easy. Yet she didn’t want to. It was like her body was in battle with itself. Her desperate need to pee fighting against her enjoyment and arousal of being under his control. Right now her arousal and desire were winning. She so badly wanted to pee but she wanted to be a good girl so much more. She nodded and said “I know Sir, but...I will wait until you give me permission Sir”.
He smiled and replied “You may go and sit on the toilet and perhaps if you beg nicely enough I will let you go”. Without wasting any time she quickly dashed into the bathroom and pulled down her leggings and knickers. She sat on the toilet and quickly had to squeeze her muscles tight to stop instinct from kicking in. Being in that position made it so much harder to hold on and she found herself begging frantically for permission to let go. He kept telling her no and told her he loved seeing all desperate and squirmy. She was managing to keep control until suddenly a few drops escaped and splashed into the toilet. She told him she had trickled a little and he told her that if she wanted to be allowed to edge her needy pussy she had to hold on. She squeezed hard and asked if she could touch herself. He said yes and she started rubbing her pussy, desperately trying to hold the flood back threatening to burst out. She continued begging and he kept saying no. Suddenly he told her yes and her body responded. She started peeing and she moaned out in relief as the intense pressure lifted. She sat there moaning, a mixture of relief and arousal.
When her bladder had emptied she sat back sighing happily and moaned “thank you Sir”. He smiled and told her she was welcome and then told her for being such a good girl she had earned some edges for later on. She thanked him again and quickly washed her hands before heading out into the room. She propped her phone up on the bedside table as she slowly undressed and put on her pyjama pants and a t-shirt, perfect attire for laying around doing nothing.
She said her goodbyes and put her phone in her pocket, heading out to go back down to her friends. When she got to Hannah’s room she walked through onto the balcony and found her bottle of cider, sitting down and taking a sip. Her phone pinged and her pussy ached as she read the message over and over in her mind.
“I’m guessing because you didn’t use your safeword just now that you enjoyed being controlled in that way. Guess we found some more fun things to do in the future, we can discuss it later ;)”
She had to admit, she had loved the added control over her and could only imagine what possible fun things he could be planning. It was always fun finding new things to play with. |
Chapter 24
Kayleigh sighed happily as she took a sip of her cider. She looked around at the beautiful view of the sunlight glimmering off the sea in the distance. She smiled to herself, enjoying the moment. She enjoyed spending time with her friends but she missed spending time with them like this, just hanging out and doing nothing. Something they had done lots of when they were teens and through their early twenties but now with work and other commitments it was a rare occurrence. Which is why she treasured moments like these. She took another sip and was brought back to reality by Mike telling her it was her turn. She looked down at the table and picked up the cards she had just been dealt and looked over them, arranging them as she decided the best tactic to go for this round.
Unfortunately for her the tactic she chose didn’t go her way and she groaned as Tom declared he had won and laid down his cards and she noticed he had two of the cards she had needed. As Claire collected the cards and started shuffling Kayleigh decided to call it a day on the cards and told Claire not to deal her in. Mostly because they had been playing for a while and she had had enough but also she needed to pee. She finished her bottle and stood up, heading back into the room. She placed the bottle with the other empty ones and headed through to the bathroom. As she closed the door she bit her lip, immediately feeling a rush of arousal. She had been glad of the distraction of playing cards, had they not her mind would have been solely focused on the message Matt had sent her and running over the infinite possibilities of the things he could have her doing. Playing with her friends had distracted her and kept her mind out of her knickers but now that is solely where her mind was. All because of one thought.
She had just come to the bathroom because she needed a wee and had done for a while, her bladder steadily filling whilst she had been playing cards. However as she had closed the bathroom door her mind had immediately told her she needed to ask for permission. She knew she didn’t have to, she could quite easily just pee and be done with it but something about asking excited her, that sense of control over something so simple. She had spent the last two years trying to explain to herself why being controlled and being made to feel submissive gave her such pleasure but she couldn’t explain it, it was just the way she was, and she absolutely loved it. As she looked at the toilet she felt her bladder respond but her mind and her heart was telling her she should ask first. What had Matt done to her, he had found another way to increase his spell over her.
She left the bathroom and went back outside to grab her phone. She sat back down and messaged Matt asking if she was allowed to pee. She felt her pussy throb with excitement as she sent the message and eagerly awaited his response. It took a few minutes until her phone buzzed but her heart skipped a beat when it did. She opened up the notification and read the message.
“My my it seems our little fun earlier has had an effect on you, asking for permission like a good girl, very good. You may pee”.
She felt the familiar fuzzy feeling she always got when he called her a good girl. She stood up and walked back through to the bathroom. As she sat on the toilet she opened up the message and sent a reply saying thank you. Once she had finished peeing she reached down to pull up her pants and noticed just how wet her knickers were. She smiled and snapped a cheeky pic and sent it with the message “If you want to know just how much earlier affected me Sir, just look at how much my needy pussy has been soaking my knickers thinking about it”. She smirked as the message sent and she pulled her knickers and pants back into place. As she left the bathroom she grabbed another bottle from the open box and headed back outside. As she did her friends were discussing their plans for the evening and they had decided to spend a little while longer relaxing before getting ready. Kayleigh decided she would finish her new bottle and then head back to her room to get herself ready.
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Kayleigh stood next to her bed drying herself off. She had quickly jumped in the shower when she got back to her room to cool off and have a quick wash. She finished drying herself and quickly grabbed some underwear out of her bag to put on. Had she been alone she would have wandered around naked but as she was sharing with Claire she thought it best to be modest. She decided on a matching white set and slipped on the bottoms and the bra before applying some lotion to her arms and legs. Once she was all lotioned she pulled out her outfit for the evening, a cute blue shorts romper and pulled it on. She quickly checked herself in the mirror making sure it looked okay and when she was pleased with how she looked she snapped a pic to send to Matt and sent him a message telling him that she was about to head out for the evening and would try and grab some pics for him so he could see what she was up to. She quickly brushed her hair and slipped on her blue heels before getting her out her little bag and putting her phone and money inside.
When she got downstairs to the hotel bar she found the others waiting and she realised then they were just waiting on Claire. It wasn’t long before she came down and they headed out of the hotel and across the road to wait for a tram to take them down to the central pier. It didn’t take long before one came along and they climbed on and found seats. Their first stop when they got there was to find somewhere for dinner and then they could hit the arcades, the part Kayleigh was most excited about. Her favourite part about coming to the seaside. |
Chapter 25
As they got off the tram the answer to where they were going to get some dinner was answered. Across the road in between two arcades was a big Wetherspoons, somewhere they all knew and knew was good for food that wasn’t too expensive so they made the unanimous decision to go there. Not only was it a place they recognised, there was also the appeal of it being on two floors and the top floor had a lovely looking balcony where they could sit out and enjoy their dinner in the fresh evening air. They went inside and upstairs and found a great table on the balcony which provided them a fantastic view of the beach and the sea.
They ordered drinks on the app and shortly after they arrived. Kayleigh took a sip of her cider and turned her attention to the menu, her usual go-to when they had lunch at Wetherspoons was a burger but as she had had a burger the night before and pizza at lunchtime she wanted to go for something different. After much perusing and lots of mind changes she settled on barbecue smothered chicken and added her order to the list on the app. Once the order was complete they sent it off and sat back to wait for their food, laughing and joking and talking about potential plans for the following day.
When their food arrived Kayleigh was certain she had made the right choice in the end. Her smothered chicken looked delicious and with the first bite it tasted delicious. It didn’t take her long to clean her plate and as she put her knife and fork down she wiped her mouth and hands with her napkin and let out a sigh. Definitely the right decision, her belly was full and happy. She reached over and picked up the menu scanning over the dessert options, debating whether to get a dessert or wait and get an ice cream along the seafront, or both, she was on holiday after all. She would wait and see what everyone else wanted to do.
Once the others had finished they decided they were getting a dessert so obviously she was going to join them. There was a sharing dessert platter on the menu that sounded lovely and talked Lucy into sharing with her. The others added their order and when the desserts came she was impressed with their platter. Ice cream, brownie pieces, mini cheesecakes, hot fresh cookies, some mini chocolate cakes and bite size fruit tarts. She was in dessert heaven as she worked her way through the many treats on offer and after she had eaten her share she was well and truly stuffed and very content.
They sat for a while letting their dinner settle and ordered another round of drinks. They were in no rush, sitting there in the evening air, listening to the sound of the waves and watching people go by on the promenade below was lovely. They ended up sitting there for an hour before they decided to make a move and head for a walk along the central pier right to the end to see what was on there. Kayleigh finished the remainder of her drink as she stood up and grabbed her bag. Following the others as they made their way out of the pub. Once outside they crossed over to the beach side and wandered the short distance to the pier.
They slowly walked along, occasionally stopping to admire the view or take photos. At the end of the pier was a small fun fair and a little arcade which they had a look around before sitting on some benches, taking a moment to take it in. Down the way she could see the other pier where they had been the night before for their awesome show and the other way she could see the southern pier with its big funfair and hoped that either that night or the following day they would go and visit it. As much as she had loved the amusement park she always loved small funfairs, ever since she had been a kid coming to the seaside with her family she had loved them. So many happy memories.
As she sat reminiscing about those times she suddenly found herself thinking about Matt. For a moment she was confused as to why she suddenly thought of him but then she noticed her bladder sending the first signals of need. She giggled to herself at the fact the simple feeling of needing to pee had made her immediately think of her dom. Such a simple thing but he had used it to bring her further under his spell. She was amazed at how quickly her mind had conditioned itself to associate needing a wee with being controlled and she felt her pussy throb with arousal at the thought. He really was good at what he did.
They sat for a while relaxing and chatting and watching the sun start to set and Kayleigh smiled happily when she saw the lights begin to shine along the seafront as it started to get dark. To her it was a beautiful sight. They decided to make a move and head back along the pier to the promenade and set off along the front to enjoy the arcades and the night time atmosphere. She was glad they were heading back, not only was she excited about going to the arcades, she was also really starting to need a wee and she found herself wishing she had taken the chance to pee before they had left Wetherspoons. When she had first noticed her need she had looked around but couldn’t see any toilets at the little fair where they were sat. It had been a while since then and her need had gradually built. She hoped there would be toilets somewhere along the pier she could go.
As they set off walking back along the pier her mind took over and she pulled out her phone and messaged Matt, telling him that she needed to pee and asked if she could go when she reached a bathroom. She closed her eyes, enjoying the tingling feeling she felt as her clit responded to asking for permission and put her phone back into her bag. It soon became apparent walking along the pier that there were no public bathrooms available. She would just have to wait until she found somewhere on the seafront.
As they came off the pier they crossed over and went into the arcade next to the Wetherspoons and had a wander around. It was only a small arcade but they found some really neat old fashioned games at 2p a go so she went and got herself some change and had fun trying out all the old games. She was so distracted by the games that she forgot all about her need to pee. That was until they decided to move on and as they exited the arcade into the cool evening air her bladder made its presence known again. She was glad when Hannah mentioned needing to pee and they said they would go into Wetherspoons to use the toilets.
As she made her way inside and walked through to the bathrooms she pulled out her phone and saw a reply from Matt. It was quite a long reply but the first line said that she did have permission and that was all she needed to know. She went into the first stall and locked the door, hanging her bag on the hook on the back. She unzipped her romper and pulled it off her shoulders, wiggling as she slid it down over her hips and butt. Once down she pulled down her knickers and sat down, letting out a little sigh as she started peeing. She opened up her messages again and continued reading the message.
“You do have permission to pee when you reach the bathroom….and I love that you asked for permission like the good girl you are but you don’t have to ask every single time. I like that you did ask and if you want to ask and wait for permission then you can do so, however asking for permission and waiting isn’t always controllable unlike orgasm control. I will leave it to you to decide if you ask based on your situation. I only want you to do so if you feel its appropriate and you aren’t putting yourself into a scenario where it could end badly. If you are out in public or with your friends you don’t have to ask if you don’t want to. There will be times where I am not available to reply immediately. I love that you seem to enjoy this added sense of denial and control and it is something we can certainly play around with but like everything else we do I only want you to do it if you enjoy it and you are comfortable doing so.
So I will leave it entirely up to you if and when you ask for permission. Of course there might be times where I will tell you that you have to wait for my permission but I will only do so when I think the situation is right for it, any other time you don’t need to wait.
I hope you are enjoying your evening, speak to you later gorgeous girl.”
She read the message a couple of times and realised it made sense. She did enjoy asking for permission like a good girl, she had gotten so used to asking for permission for so many other things this new permission just felt natural but he was right, sometimes it just wouldn’t be practical. If she messaged him asking if she could touch herself or edge it could be hours before he replied with an answer. That worked, waiting hours for permission to pee not so much. She re read the last comment a bunch of times, getting excited and wondering what devilish things he could possibly be planning for her.
She forced herself to stop thinking about it and made herself stand up and sort herself out before heading out to wash her hands. When she walked back through the pub she saw her friends outside and went out to join them. Once they were all back they turned their attention along the seafront and their walk back to their hotel, hitting up the arcades and bars along the way. |
Chapter 26
“Woooo yeah, just give up already” shouted Kayleigh, playfully punching Tom in the arm after beating him for the third time in a row.
“Okay okay I forfeit, you are the undisputed champion of street racing” he replied as he climbed out of the seat and mocked a bow.
“And don’t you forget it” added Kayleigh with a smile standing up and pointing to the “1st Place” flashing on the screen. He laughed and walked over to Hannah who was standing at one of the many 2p slots. Kayleigh scanned around the crowd and located the others. Lucy was where they had left her playing on the Pac-Man slot machine and Mike and Claire were playing one of the shooting games over in the corner.
When she wandered over she saw it was House of the dead and stood watching them play. Kayleigh was having so much fun. After they had left Wetherspoons they had made their way along the seafront and had been in a few of the smaller arcades and had stopped off at a lovely little bar where they had sat outside enjoying their drinks and watching the world go by. After leaving the bar they walked a little further and found a massive arcade that seemed to go on forever and they had been there now almost an hour. As she stood watching she saw what she was going to do next. A few machines down from House of the Dead was Time Crisis. A game she had spent so much time playing when she was a kid. As the others came over she recruited Mike as her partner and went over, depositing the money and picking up the gun. The title screen brought back so much nostalgia and she soon found herself remembering why she had spent so much time on this game.
After they eventually got a game over Mike put his gun back and said he was going to the loo. Whilst playing Kayleigh had been thinking she should probably head to the loo. It had been a while since she had been at Wetherspoons but she had been too distracted by all the games to care. At least there were toilets in this arcade so she knew she could go before they left. As Mike walked off she thought about going but then her mind went to the message that Matt had sent her. He had told her it was up to her whether she wanted to ask for permission to pee or not, it depended on her situation. Right now she could quite easily just go pee but the more she thought about it the more she wanted to message him and ask. She had easy access to a bathroom and she certainly enjoyed the thrill of having to seek permission. She pulled out her phone and opened her messages. She felt her heart beating faster as she typed out her request.
“Sir, it has been a while since I last used the toilet and I am starting to really need a wee, may I please go?”.
She sent the message and stood waiting for his response. It didn’t take long for the phone to ping and as she read the reply she found herself wetting her knickers with arousal.
“If you are only just starting to really need a wee I am sure you can wait a little longer baby girl so no you may not go”.
She read the message over and over gradually more turned on each time she read the word no. She could almost hear him growling that word the way he does that always drove her crazy. She found it had the same effect on her bladder as it did with her pussy. Whenever he told her she couldn’t touch, edge or cum her pussy responded and made her need to do so so much worse. Her bladder had reacted the same. Being told she couldn’t pee yet made her need seem to suddenly increase. She replied and asked him how much longer she had to wait. When her phone pinged she read
“I think a good girl like you can wait 15 more minutes, if you do you will be rewarded”.
She squirmed harder as she read that, her pussy throbbing at the thought of being rewarded. She turned her attention back to her friends and joined them at the 2p roulette machine and tried to distract herself from the two things she really wanted.
She kept checking the time, waiting till 15 minutes had passed because she wanted to be a good girl. Time seemed to be going extra slowly, she was just glad she wasn’t too desperate to wee. When 15 minutes had gone by she messaged him back asking if she could go now and he messaged back telling her to go the bathroom. She told her friends she was going to the loo and wandered through the arcade towards where the toilets were.
As she walked into the bathroom she saw it was made up of four unisex stalls. She went into one of them and closed the door. She messaged back telling him she was in the bathroom and suddenly her phone started to ring. She pushed the answer button and he appeared on the screen. She smiled when she saw him and excitedly said “Hi Sir!”. He asked how she was and she told him she was having lots of fun. He said he was glad and then told her what he wanted her to do.
“For being a good girl and waiting I will let you have some edges, however if you want to pee now you have to do those edges for me first”.
She squirmed at the thought of edging for him. She had gotten used to edging wherever and whenever he asked and honestly she had grown to love being a naughty girl and touching herself in public. Something she never thought she would be able to do. He told her to sit on the toilet and she slowly stripped out of her romper, putting on a show for him before sitting down. Her instinct almost made her start peeing immediately but she stopped herself.
“Now, I want you to tell me about your evening so far whilst touching yourself for me, when I think you deserve I will let you edge, then once you have done enough edges I will let you pee”.
She nodded to show she understood and slid her hand down between her legs, She gasped as she gently ran a finger up her pussy and started gently stroking her hard clit. She moaned and then started telling him about her evening. At first it was easy but the more she touched the harder it was to talk straight between her moans of pleasure. She was halfway through telling him about playing on the vintage slot games when he growled “edge”. Her body reacted and she edged hard, moaning and squirming. As she told her story he made her edge over and over. Each edge made her pussy ache for release but also made her need to pee so much more intense.
After a hard edge she moaned and begged to be allowed to pee. He told her two more edges and then she could. She continued her story and enjoyed two more intense edges before he told her she could pee. She relaxed and moaned loudly as she started peeing. After edging it felt so good and she had to remind herself she was in public and not to moan too loudly.
When she finished peeing she sat for a moment composing herself before thanking Matt for her reward and wiping herself clean. She got redressed and thanked him again as she blew him a kiss and said goodbye. She ended the call and washed her hands before heading out to find her friends. When she found them Hannah looked up at her and asked “are you alright Kay, you look flushed”.
She blushed with embarrassment and quickly replied “oh yeah, I’m fine, just a little warm”.
Hannah nodded and said she was too and once they had finished their game they would head outside. Kayleigh smiled and giggled to herself. If only they knew the reason she was warm was because she had just been touching herself like a slut and was now standing there, her pussy throbbing and desperate to cum. She squirmed as she felt her knickers getting wet with the intense arousal and giggled. She really was a slut...and she loved it. |
Chapter 27
“Mmmmmmmmm yeah”
Kayleigh moaned and licked her lips as the sugar stuck to them. She took another bite and sighed happily. “You really can’t beat hot freshly made doughnuts” she moaned as she savoured the taste.
After they had eventually left the huge arcade they had gone into a pub a little way down the promenade and had a drink and had a couple of games of pool before continuing on. Then they had stopped off at a snack stall and she had gotten herself a bag of doughnuts. She loved doughnuts but freshly made ones at the seaside always tasted extra nice. She had been tempted by a waffle but she couldn’t resist the doughnuts. Though Claire’s chocolate banana waffle did look good.
She asked if it was as good as it looked and Claire nodded, slicing a bit off on her fork and holding it out. Kayleigh leaned forward and took the piece of waffle in her mouth, sighing as the chocolate delight exploded in her mouth. She put her thumb up to show she was enjoying it and Claire laughed. They had found a bench next to the beach to sit and enjoy their sweet treats and once they had done they sat for a while enjoying the atmosphere before moving on.
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An hour later and they found themselves sitting outside a bar drinking cocktails. They had visited a couple more arcades and played some more 2p slots and they had had an air hockey tournament in which Tom had taken his revenge on her and flat out beaten her every game. She took a sip of her cocktail and sighed. Right now in the warm evening air drinking cocktails next to the beach they could have been anywhere in the world.
As they sat enjoying their drinks a young lad came out and told them it was time for last orders if they wanted anything else. She looked at her watch and was shocked to see it was almost 11 o’clock. She couldn’t believe it had gotten so late and at first she was shocked the bar seemed to be closing so early but then she remembered it was Sunday. Nights out with her friends were usually Saturday’s so she had completely forgotten it wasn’t. She decided to try another cocktail and gave her order to Tom and Mike who were going to the bar.
They came back with the drinks and they discussed their plans. Although they would probably be able to find other places still open they decided to head back to the hotel after they had finished their drinks. “Depending what time we get back you are more than welcome to come back to our room for a bit” said Hannah, sipping on her cocktail. Kayleigh looked at her watch and decided she would see how she felt when they got back. It would be nice to hang out for a bit before heading to bed but also the thought of getting into bed and watching TV sounded appealing. It had been a long fun filled day.
She slowly finished her drink, enjoying the fruity flavour of her second cocktail and once she was done she put her glass back onto the tray to be collected and got up to head to the bathroom. She walked into the bar and looked around for where the toilets were. She saw them across the room and walked across and into the ladies. She undid her romper and pulled her arms out, rolling it down so she could pull it down along with her knickers. As she sat down and began peeing she smiled as her mind drifted to Matt. She finished emptying her bladder and got herself redressed before heading back out to her friends. She sat back down to wait for her friends to finish their drinks and for them to go and use the bathroom. Once everyone was ready they set off for the walk back to the hotel.
As they walked along she realised how tipsy she was. She had certainly had a few drinks throughout the evening. In the dark of the night she couldn’t see their hotel and could only guess which of the lights in the distance it was. Without seeing it she couldn’t gauge how long it would take them to get back, especially in their tipsy states. The only thing she was sure of was where the roller coaster was, those lights stretched high into the sky.
15 minutes later and they had reached the start of the amusement park and had also crossed over the road to walk along next to the beach. She knew that if they were at the amusement they weren’t too far away from the hotel. Which she was starting to be glad of. Her bladder was filling quite quickly from the two cocktails and a glance at her watch showed it had been almost half an hour since she peed at the bar. Not a long time in theory but after drinking throughout the evening and having broken the seal earlier on it was a long time. With how quickly her need was growing she knew by the time they got back she would be bursting.
Ten minutes later and she was definitely needing a wee. She had quickly gone from needing to go to being busting and every so often she was getting waves of need that spiked her desperation. She was just glad they were getting closer. She was so focused on the growing pressure she didn’t hear Lucy at first. It was only when Hannah commented “Yeah me too” that Kayleigh asked what she meant.
“Oh, Lucy was just saying that she needs to pee, I do too” replied Hannah.
“Ahhh, me three” added Kayleigh, glad she wasn’t the only one needing to go.
They continued on and eventually they saw the sign for their hotel. They crossed over and as they got nearer Kayleigh was happy they were back. She was seriously needing a wee. She would decide whether to head to Hannah’s room afterwards, her only focus now was getting upstairs to her room and relieving her bursting bladder. They made their way to the elevators and pushed the button. She squirmed as she waited and noticed that Lucy and Hannah were squirmy too. When the lfit arrived they got in and started the slow ascent.
“This lift needs to hurry up before I wet myself” moaned Lucy as she danced on the spot. When it stopped Hannah and Tom got out and said the offer still stood if anyone wanted to pop by. When the lift closed and continued its ascent Kayleigh found herself echoing Lucy’s statement. She wasn’t quite at the point where she was in trouble of wetting herself but she was getting desperate. When they finally reached their floor Lucy dashed out the moment the doors opened and she dashed down the corridor followed by Mike. Kayleigh quickly went down the opposite corridor towards her room and fished out her keycard. She was thankful when it opened the first try and she dashed into the room, kicking off her shoes and throwing down her bag.
She dashed into the bathroom and fumbled with the zipper on the side of her romper. Being close to the toilet intensified her need and she squeezed her legs tight as she frantically tried to get the zip undone. She finally got it down and wriggled her way out of her suit and peeled it down. She sat herself down and relaxed. It took a moment but soon she was peeing full force and sighing happily. She heard the door go and Claire appeared in the doorway. In her rush she hadn’t closed the door. She was about to apologise but then noticed Claire was squirming and holding herself, clearly desperate to pee.
“Oh god oh god, hurry up babes I’m gonna piss myself”.
Before Kayleigh could even respond Claire dashed into the bathroom and fumbled with her belt, gasping and stepping from foot to foot as she undid her buckle. She got it undone and Kayleigh looked at her shocked as in one quick motion she pulled down her tight black jeans and sat on the edge of the bath. Immediately Kayleigh heard a gushing noise as Claire moaned in relief. She realised she had finished and quickly wiped herself before pulling her knickers back into place and kicking off her romper. She watched as Claire sat there moaning as her pee went on and on. She quickly washed her hands and left the bathroom, quickly pulling on her pyjama top and bottoms. As she sat on the edge of her bed she heard the shower running for a moment before Claire appeared from the bathroom and let out a long sigh.
“Sorry about that Kay, you have no idea how badly I needed that, I was literally wetting myself and couldn’t wait another second”.
Kayleigh smiled and told her it was fine, she was sure if she had been that desperate she would have done the same thing. She watched as Claire changed into her pyjamas and then asked if she was going down to Hannah’s. Claire said she wasn’t, that she was just going to make a drink and chill for a bit before going to sleep. Kayleigh decided that sounded like a good plan and messaged Hannah to let her know.
She got under the covers and switched on the TV whilst Claire made them a cup of tea. They chatted for a bit whilst they drank their tea and then turned their attention to the TV. Kayleigh pulled out her phone and messaged Matt telling him she was back and tucked up in bed and settled down to wait for his reply. |
Chapter 28
Something woke her up suddenly. It took a few moments for her to come round and focus on her surroundings. The hotel room was gently illuminated by the street lights on the road below coming through the open balcony door. Whatever dream she had been having that had caused her to wake with such a jolt slipped away and she couldn’t remember any of it. The only thing she knew was that she was bursting for a wee. She slipped a hand between her legs and pushed against her pussy as her aching bladder sent distress signals, begging for relief.
She threw off the covers and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. As she stood up she could see the outline of Claire in her bed and quietly tiptoed past heading for the bathroom. She groaned and squinted as the bathroom light stung her eyes as she turned it on. She moved over to the toilet and pulled down her pyjama bottoms, sitting down and relaxing her bladder. She closed her eyes, just sitting there as her bladder emptied and the ache started to ease. She could have quite easily sat there and gone back to sleep but once she had finished peeing she forced herself to pull her bottoms back up and stand up.
She wandered back to her bed and flopped down, wrapping herself in the duvet. She picked up her phone and clicked it on. The screen lit up and she saw it was “3:54”. She noticed some unread messages and as she opened them she remembered she had been messaging with Matt and must have fallen asleep. She read the messages and smiled when she read the last one “I’m guessing you have nodded off, you must have been tired after your exciting day. Goodnight and sweet dreams sweetie, speak to you tomorrow”. She put her phone down and felt a pang of guilt. She hated falling asleep whilst talking to him, he never minded but she always felt awful when it happened. She put her phone back down and rolled over to go back to sleep.
She was starting to doze but her mind kept focusing on how dry her mouth was. She kept trying to ignore it but the more she tried the more she needed to drink something. Eventually she gave in and got up, heading to the bathroom. On the way she grabbed one of the glasses from next to the kettle and filled it up at the sink. She downed a glass of water and gasped with how good it felt. She had a couple more glasses before heading back to bed. That had definitely helped and she soon found herself falling back to sleep.
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The next thing she knew she had been woken by the sound of seagulls. She quickly checked her phone and saw it was almost 9 o’clock. She knew they hadn’t made any plans to meet up early so she sent Matt a message saying Good morning and snuggled down under the duvet. She wasn’t sure what they were doing that day before heading home. After the past two days they would probably just do something chill. She let herself come round and pushed herself up so she was sat up. She glanced over and saw Claire was still sound asleep so she decided against putting the TV on and disturbing her.
She sat relaxing and scrolling through social media until she could no longer the need for her morning pee. As she headed to the bathroom she decided to have a quick shower whilst she was there. She turned on the water and let it warm up whilst she stripped out of her pyjamas and used the toilet. She hopped under the warm water and had a quick shower. When she got out she wrapped herself in a towel and wandered back to her bed. She put her things down and wandered out onto the balcony. It seemed like another beautiful day and she decided to go out for a walk before she came back and packed up her things. She dried herself off and slipped on some underwear and put on the white skirt she had worn on the Saturday night. She finished off by slipping on a t-shirt and her black hoodie. As she sat tying her trainers she saw Claire was awake.
“Morning Claire, I’m off out for a walk, you want to come?”. She asked as Claire sat up in bed.
“Nah im good, just gonna chill for a bit before getting up” replied Claire, yawning.
Kayleigh finished putting her shoes on and grabbed her things and told Claire she wouldn’t be long. She headed out and down to the hotel lobby and stepped out into the fresh morning air. She drank it in and crossed over to head onto the beach. She slowly walked along the beach and as she was her phone buzzed and she saw Matt had replied. She asked if he was busy and when he said he wasn’t she rang him and had a lovely chat with him as she wandered along next to the sea. Once she reached the pier she crossed back over and bought herself a coffee and a pastry from a little bakery and sat down to eat it.
By the time she had finished her pastry and her coffee she finished her conversation with Matt and hung up and sat for a while enjoying the view. Eventually she got up and set off slowly walking back to the hotel. Her plan was to head back and get herself packed and then to head down to the hotel bar and see if anyone else was around.
As she got back to her room she heard Claire was in the shower so she switched the TV on and set about gathering her things and packing them into her bag. She got to a point where the only things left were her things in the bathroom which she would need her toothbrush later after breakfast so she zipped up her bag and headed down to the hotel bar.
When she got down there she found Tom and Hannah sitting at one of the tables so she waved and said good morning and headed over to the bar to get a cup of coffee. She joined her friends and they sat chatting and slowly but surely the others came down and joined them. They ordered and ate breakfast and then discussed their plans for the day. After a few suggestions were thrown around they decided on a plan. Just down the coast there was a big activity centre and adventure golf which sounded like fun so they decided they would pack up the bus and drive down there, spend some time there and afterwards just chill out on the beach for a while before setting off home. It sounded like a good plan so they headed upstairs to their rooms to grab their things.
15 minutes later Kayleigh went over to reception and handed in her keycard and took her bag and sat outside waiting for the others. When they came out they loaded up their bags into the bus and climbed aboard for the drive down to the next town along the coast where the activity centre was. As they set off Kayleigh made a mental note to definitely come back to this place, it had been awesome. |
Chapter 29
Kayleigh was impressed. Very impressed. When the suggestion of mini golf had been thrown in it had sounded fun. She always enjoyed mini golf but she had not expected this. She had expected something much smaller. As she stepped off the bus she took it all in. Spread out in front of her was a massive adventure golf course set on multiple levels and featuring some impressive props and set pieces.
It had taken them about 40 minutes to drive along the coast to reach the place and it had definitely seemed like a good decision. They walked into the building and in one corner Kayleigh could see an arcade and next to it was a bar. They went up to the reception and purchased 6 tickets and were each handed a putter, a ball and a scorecard. She took her items and picked up a leaflet about the place. She opened it up and looked across the map of the course. 18 holes each with a different theme. “Wild West” “Tropical Island” “Jurassic Park” “Haunted House”. As she went down the list they all sounded great and from what little she had seen outside she couldn’t wait to see the rest.
In the distraction of looking at the map she hadn’t noticed Mike and Hannah slip off to the bar. It was only when he told her they had got a selection of bottles of pop and asked what she wanted that she realised. She chose a bottle of raspberry lemonade and slipped it into her bag and followed the others to the start of the first hole.
There was a sign explaining that the 18 holes were set out as one long trail which was followed along to get to each one. They read through the guide and the rules and set off along the path to where the course started. “Hole 1 “Yellow Brick Road”. She looked in awe at the theme of the first hole. The course was painted as the yellow brick road and around them were props and characters from the Wizard of Oz. She loved that this was hole 1, the beginning of their adventure. Claire set them off taking her first stroke and one by one they followed suit.
By the end of the first hole the competitive spirit had taken hold as they filled out their score cards, each of them determined to win. They still had 17 holes to go, it was all to play for. After filling out their cards they walked along a path and through a door and found themselves outside, surrounded by palm trees and sun beds, “Hole 2, Tropical Paradise”. She put her ball in the starting position and made a comment about her starting first because she had won the last hole. Her friends laughed and told her it wouldn’t last. She smiled and concentrated on the course ahead of her, determined to win.
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Kayleigh picked her ball out of the hole and stood back to let Lucy take her shot. She pulled the bottle of lemonade out of her bag and took a swig. She replaced the top and put it back in her bag. As she did she felt another twinge in her bladder. She had been feeling twinges of need for the past ten minutes and found herself wishing she had taken the time to nip to the bathroom before they had started. They had just finished hole 11 and had 7 more to go. Unfortunately for her the way the course was laid out there wasn’t an option to just nip back inside and come back. She would have to walk all the way to the end and then back through the first 11 holes and that just seemed too much of a hassle. Hopefully it wouldn’t take them long to get to the end. It had taken them about an hour to get this far so she guessed maybe another half hour. She watched the others finish the hole and added the results to her scorecard before following the path towards the next hole.
For the next few holes the distraction of playing and the competitive spirit kept her mind occupied but as she drank down the last of her raspberry lemonade and placed the empty bottle back in her bag it was getting harder to ignore her bladder. The coffees she had had with breakfast plus the lemonade were really starting to take effect. She was glad they only had 4 holes left. She was really enjoying the game and the hilarity that was ensuing thanks to their questionable putting skills but the more time that passed the more her need to pee was growing.
She really noticed it at the end of the next hole when she bent down to pick up her ball. The added pressure made her squirm slightly as she stood back up. Finishing off her bottle of lemonade might not have been the smartest idea. As she waited for the others to finish she was joined by Lucy who took out her bottle of orangeade and sipped it down until it was done.
“Ahhhh that was nice, it’s quite warm again today” she said, slipping the bottle into her bag.
“Yeah, it’s really nice, we have definitely lucked out this weekend” replied Kayleigh.
“We certainly have, it couldn’t have been any better,” said Lucy smiling. “Though staying hydrated in the heat sure does make me need to pee a lot” she added.
Kayleigh laughed and said “tell me about it, I’ll be glad when we finish, I’m really needing a wee right now”.
Lucy smiled and said “yeah me too, only 3 holes left, not much longer to go”.
Kayleigh was just glad that she wasn’t the only one needing to go and turned her focus back to the game at hand. Trying her best to distract herself from the growing pressure between her legs and her quickly filling bladder. |
Chapter 30
“Wooooooo nice shot Kay” shouted Hannah, clapping.
Kayleigh had shocked herself with that one. She had just intended to get the ball to the end of the course within distance of the hole. Instead it had bounced off the side and rolled straight in. She walked towards the hole looking smugly and said “Yep, totally meant to do that”.
“Suuuuure you did” replied Hannah laughing.
Kayleigh winked back and leaned down to retrieve her ball from the hole. She winced as she did as bending over put added pressure on her bladder. She grabbed her ball and moved off to the side to stand with Hannah. She gently tapped her foot and bounced her leg as she stood watching the others. She found herself urging them to hurry up and take their shots, after this hole they only had one left and then they would be back at the main building and she could head to the bathroom. Something she was looking forward to as she was absolutely busting for a pee.
The coffees were certainly taking effect on her bladder and she knew the lemonade she had just finished would be slowly adding to the problem. She squeezed her legs together as she thought about it. She tried to focus on the game and her friends playing but it was getting harder to ignore her need for a wee. At least they were almost done. Had they been a few holes back she might have been more worried at how quickly her bladder was filling but it shouldn’t take them long to finish the last hole.
“Well done Lucy” said Hannah and Kayleigh joined her in clapping as Lucy putted her ball into the hole. She retrieved it and came and stood next to Kayleigh. Kayleigh noticed she was a little squirmy as she stood next to her and Lucy looked round and gave Kayleigh a knowing smile and mouthed “I really need a wee”. Kayleigh nodded and whispered “me too”. They both laughed and turned back to cheer on Mike.
Eventually they all finished the hole and updated their scorecards before moving along the path towards the final hole. When they got there they read the notice that informed them this was the final hole and once they had potted their balls they wouldn’t return and they just had to bring their putters back to the desk. They moved to the start of the last hole and Claire started them off. Kayleigh squirmed as she waited for her turn. It really wasn’t helping that either side of the final course were two ponds each with a fountain in the centre. The sound of the running water was making her need seem so much worse and had she been on her own she would have probably being squirming so much more, however she was subtly fidgeting and squeezing her thighs, trying not to make it too obvious that she was starting to get to the point of being bursting.
When it was finally her turn she placed her ball down and took her first shot. It took her a few shots to get to the pipe that led down to where the hole was and then she stood waiting for the rest to get in before they headed down the steps to the final part. Tom went first as he was nearest to the hole and then Hannah, then Kayleigh. A couple of shots later and she sank her ball and did a little celebration dance before stepping off to the side so the others could finish. She updated her card and totted up her final score.
“Come on come on come on” she muttered to herself as the others finished off. She was now definitely at bursting point and wanted so badly to just head off to the bathroom but she didn’t just want to leave the others. Instead she just crossed and bounced her legs in an attempt to ease the pressure. One by one the others finished and they all joined up and added up their scores.
“Ooooo well done Mike” she said as she saw he had won by a few strokes. She had come third and was happy with that. There wasn’t too much difference between them all. As they set off back to hand in their putters she only had one thing on her mind. They reached the desk and handed over their clubs. As Kayleigh handed hers in she turned round and found Lucy looking around, obviously looking for where the toilets were. Kayleigh joined her and eventually spotted them across the room where the bar was and pointed them out. Lucy made a beeline for them and Kayleigh followed.
As they entered the bathroom Lucy went into one of the stalls and as Kayleigh went towards the second one she saw it was closed. She stood back and crossed her legs, hoping it wouldn’t be long before the stall became free. Suddenly the sound of Lucy peeing filled her ears and she squeezed her legs tight as her bladder pulsed in response. A few moments later the other stall opened and a lady walked out and smiled at Kayleigh. She smiled back and then quickly dashed into the stall. She was glad she was wearing her skirt and quickly pulled down her knickers and sat down, sighing softly as her stream started.
She smiled as the feeling took over her and made her pussy tingle with arousal. Perhaps it had always felt this good and had aroused her a little but it was only since Claire had mentioned it that she had really noticed how it felt. She focused on the feeling of relief washing over her and as she did the more her clit tingled with excitement. She would have loved nothing more than to reach down and give her clit a little stroke but she was a good girl and only did that when she had permission. She forced herself to pull her knickers back into place and leave the stall.
After washing her hands she went out and found the others sitting at a table. She joined them and they decided to grab a drink and spend some time in the arcade before driving down to the beach and spending a couple of hours relaxing before their drive home. It sounded like a good plan so Kayleigh went and got herself a drink and wandered over to the arcade to see if there was anything she wanted to play. |
Chapter 31
Kayleigh placed her knife and fork on the empty plate and patted her stomach. They had spent some time playing in the arcade knowing it would be their last chance of the weekend and had then decided whilst they were there they would grab some lunch before heading down to the beach. She had ordered herself a tuna melt baguette with chips and it had been absolutely delicious.
She grabbed her bottle of raspberry lemonade and sat back in her chair, putting the straw in her mouth and sipping it as she listened to the conversation her friends were having. Once everyone had finished eating and had finished their drinks they set to make a move. They had already decided to head to the beach but they had also decided it would be best to set off home later on after the rush hour. If they waited and set off about 6 o’clock they should hopefully miss most of the traffic on the motorway.
They walked out to the bus and once on board they set off down towards the beach. It didn’t take them long to get there and after they parked up they got off the bus and walked across to the beach and found themselves a spot to sit. As they had parked up they had spotted a shop just along the road so Mike and Tom walked across to it. When they came back they had gotten some drinks and some snacks to enjoy as they chilled for the next few hours.
Kayleigh looked in the bag and saw they had gotten a variety of drinks and she pulled out a bottle of fruity cider and popped it open. She dug a little hole in the sand and put the bottle into it and made herself a pillow from her hoody before laying down to relax and enjoy the sunshine. For a while they chatted and joked and she slowly drank her cider and nibbled on some cheese puffs.
She was enjoying just laying there, listening to the waves, enjoying the warmth of the sun on her skin, simply just relaxing. She drained the last of her cider and placed the empty bottle into the bag to be disposed of later. She got herself a new bottle and after taking a swig she placed it into the hole she had made and laid back down. Music started playing and she looked round. Mike had put the radio on on his phone. She listened to the music, singing along in her head and slowly feeling more and more relaxed.
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The sound of music and the gentle sound of traffic came to her as the dream began to slip away. It took her a moment to remember where she was and then she realised she must have fallen asleep. As she came round she could hear her friends somewhere in the distance. When she opened her eyes she squinted against the sunlight and rubbed her eyes. She sat herself up and glanced at her watch. She guessed she had been asleep about an hour and half judging by the time.
As she looked around she found Hannah laid next to her and she realised she was also asleep. She looked down the beach and saw the others playing with a frisbee that they had bought at the shop when they went to get drinks. She rubbed her eyes again bringing herself round and reached down for her drink. As she took a long drink she realised how badly she needed a wee. Not that she was surprised, it had been hours since she had been at the golf place and she had had a pint of cider and a bottle of lemonade since then.
She looked around and realised there wasn’t anywhere near to go. There was a park across the road where they were parked but it was only small, there were no public toilets in there. Beyond that there were just some shops one one side and houses on the other. She turned back round and debated what to do. She would have to have a walk somewhere and find a bathroom, and sooner rather than later, she was really needing a wee. She looked up and down the road debating what way was best to go. She guessed the side with the shops and the other way just seemed like houses. Surely somewhere amidst the shops would be somewhere with a bathroom.
The more she thought about finding somewhere the more her need seemed to intensify. Now she was awake and thinking about it her bladder definitely wanted release. She looked down at her friends and just as she thought about going down to them to let them know she was going for a walk she had a thought. They were all the way down at the edge of the sea. Hannah was next to her but she was sound asleep. Maybe she could sneakily pee right here. It wasn’t something she wanted to do but given the lack of choices it was probably her best bet.
As if in response to the thought her bladder pushed harder adding pressure onto her pussy. She looked down at her friends and convinced herself they were far enough away that they wouldn’t see anything.
“Hannah…..Hannah” she whispered, looking at her friend lying next to her. There was no response, she was definitely in the land of nod. She glanced around behind her. Apart from the traffic going by there was nobody around. She was going to do it, she needed to do it before she got too desperate. She was just glad she was wearing a skirt, it would make this so much easier.
She shuffled to the side away from where Hannah was laying and used her hands to dig a little ditch in front of her. She kept glancing around feeling like any moment somewhere would appear from nowhere. Once she had dug down a little she took a deep breath and reached up her skirt. She took one last glance around and pulled her knickers to the side. Her heart started beating faster as she exposed herself. She shuffled forward towards the hole and with a bit of encouragement telling herself it was okay she started peeing. At first it came out in little trickles but it soon turned into a gushing stream. She kept an eye out checking for anyone coming but all she could think was how good it felt. She looked down and was glad to see the sand absorbing her stream that was splashing into the hole.
When her stream eventually died down she let herself completely finish before letting her knickers fall back into place. She quickly covered over the puddle with sand and shuffled back to her spot. Her heart was beating fast and her mind racing at the fact she had done that and gotten away with it.
She picked up her bottle and took a drink, slowly coming down from the exhilaration and calming down. She sat watching her friends playing Frisbee for a while before they came back up the beach and sat themselves down. She looked at her watch and figured they had another hour or so before they would be setting off for home and laid back down, wanting to make the most of the sun to top up her tan. |
Chapter 32
A shiver ran down her body as the wind whipped against her. She looked down at the sea which had gradually been crawling its way up the beach as the tide came in. She rubbed her legs as another gust sent another shiver through her. It had definitely come colder as the afternoon had gone on. She unfolded her hoody that she had been using as a pillow and shook it out before slipping it on. It warmed her up a little but her legs were still cold so she decided to go and change into her joggers, they would be warmer and more comfortable for the drive home.
After grabbing the keys from Mike she headed over to where the bus was parked and opened up the back doors, pulling out her bag and rummaging for her joggers which she found at the bottom. She had packed them in case the weather had been cold but as it had been lovely and warm all weekend she hadn’t worn them. She thought about getting on the bus to change but then realised as she was wearing a skirt it would be really simple. She kicked off her trainers and slipped her legs into the grey joggers, slowly pulling them up and under her skirt. In a quick motion she undid her skirt and pulled the waistband of the joggers into place and let the skirt fall down. She picked up the skirt and folded it neatly into the bag before pushing it back into the bus with the others. She went and rejoined the others and slowly finished her bottle of cider and the bag of crisps she had been nibbling on.
20 minutes later they were ready to make a move. As they packed up their things and bagged up their rubbish Kayleigh found herself wondering what she was going to do about her bladder. She needed to pee. Not badly but she certainly wanted to go before they set off. Just as she was thinking about it her query was answered.
“We will need to stop off and fill up with petrol before heading home,” said Mike. “I’ve had a look, there is a supermarket just on the way out of town with a petrol station so we can fill up and then if anyone wants the loo or anything for the journey home we can go to the supermarket”.
They all acknowledged and Kayleigh was glad she wouldn’t have to take another sneaky wee in the sand. It would have been much harder now she was wearing joggers. She gathered her things and followed the others off the beach and back to the bus. After taking one last look along the beach and taking one last breath of fresh sea air she climbed onto the bus and sat herself on the back seat. Once everyone was on board they set off and it didn’t take them long to get through town and reach the supermarket.
Mike jumped out and filled up the bus with petrol as Tom went into the shop to pay. After they were full and ready for the trip home they drove around and parked up outside the supermarket and headed inside. As they walked in they all headed towards the bathrooms and Kayleigh followed suit. When they reached the bathroom she went into one of the stalls and emptied her bladder. She smiled to herself as her mum came to mind, telling her that even if she didn’t need to pee she should try before any long journey they went on. Had this been a normal journey she probably wouldn’t have bothered but she would rather start off empty. She guessed they would be stopping off at some point along the way but she didn’t know when and where that would be.
After finishing up and washing her hands she headed out into the store. She walked down to the drinks aisle and had a look at what was on offer. Lucy joined her and they decided rather than getting a little bottle of pop each they would get a bigger one to share. They decided on some cloudy lemonade and then Lucy grabbed a smaller bottle for Mike, They went into the next aisle and grabbed a big bag of sweets to share as well before heading to the checkout.
After paying for their things they headed back to the bus and found Mike sitting waiting. Kayleigh handed him his bottle of pop and climbed into the back. She sat waiting, listening to Mike and Lucy talking and smiled, looking forward to their wedding. Eventually everyone came back and once they were happy everyone was good they set off. Homeward bound.
They made their way through the outskirts of the town, heading for the motorway. Once through the countless traffic lights and stops they joined onto the motorway and picked up speed. As they went along they talked and laughed about the weekend and their favourite parts and in and amongst sang along to the radio. Kayleigh looked at her watch, just after 6 o’clock. It had taken about 3 hours to get here when they came so she estimated with a stop off they should be home about half past 9. She sent a message to Matt telling him they had set off home. He replied a couple of minutes later telling her to let him know when she was home. She smiled and told him she would. She loved how much he cared about her.
An hour later and everyone had settled down. Mike and Tom were chatting to each other up at the front. Claire had put her earphones in and was listening to music, Hannah was reading a magazine she had gotten at the supermarket and Lucy was leant against the window against her jacket, sound asleep. Kayleigh also doubted her initial estimation of half past 9. They had hit a pocket of traffic along the motorway. From what the roadside matrices were saying there had been an accident somewhere up ahead and three lanes had been closed meaning all traffic was funnelling through one lane. At least they were still moving, albeit slowly. At least they weren’t hitting this at rush hour, that would have been so much worse.
She had been idly scrolling through her social media but was bored of that so she put her phone back in her bag. She took a drink of the lemonade and then grabbed a handful of sweets. She gently rested her head against the window, slowly sucking and chewing on the sweets as she idly watched the traffic around her and the scenery as it slowly passed by. She closed her eyes for a moment, listening to the radio, the sound of Mike and Tom chatting in the front, the gentle vibration of the window on her forehead. She suddenly found herself starting to nod off and didn’t fight it, letting herself slowly fall asleep. |
Chapter 33
The first thing she noticed was a sharp pang from her bladder and she squeezed her legs together as she felt the strong need to pee. She opened her eyes and saw cars whizzing by as they headed down the motorway. She realised she had fallen asleep and slowly let herself come round, watching the cars and scenery go flying by.
The more she came round she noticed just how much she needed to pee. Maybe it had been her bladder that had woken her up. She suddenly noticed that outside the window the sky was darkened and she looked at her watch. It was almost half past 9, no wonder it was getting dark outside. The last she remembered they had been stuck in slow moving traffic, but that had been before she had fallen asleep, that was two hours ago. She must have had a good sleep. The fun and excitement of the weekend had obviously caught up with her.
She rubbed her eyes as she stretched her legs out and let out a yawn. She looked around and found that she wasn’t the only one who had obviously needed a nap. Lucy was sitting next to her, curled up in a ball under her jacket, Hannah was in front of her leaning against the window and Claire was slouched in her seat with her legs against the chair in front. She couldn’t be sure if she was asleep or just chilling listening to her music as her earphones were still on.
She looked out of the window looking for any sign of something she recognised. If she had been asleep two hours they must be getting close to being home. As the buildings and fields went by she couldn’t be sure where they actually were, a lot depended on how long they had actually been in that hold up at the accident.
Her mouth felt really dry so she reached down and picked up the bottle of lemonade and took a big swig. Regretting her decision as she put the bottle down and her bladder sent another sharp pang of need. “I hope we are actually close to being home” she thought to herself as her mind focused on her bladder. She couldn’t be surprised, it had been over three hours since she had last gone at the supermarket and the bottles of cider in the afternoon and the copious amount of lemonade she had consumed had clearly taken effect. At first she was shocked that they hadn’t stopped off midway through the journey. Then a thought occurred to her, perhaps they had stopped off somewhere and she had just been dead to the world so her friends had left her to sleep. Perhaps with everyone else being asleep, Mike had just decided against stopping and continued on uninterrupted. Either way she was wishing she had been awake if they had stopped so she could have taken advantage of the bathroom. She was absolutely busting.
A little way along the motorway she spotted a sign showing various destinations and she saw that their hometown was 20 miles away. They should be home within the next half hour then. That was good for her, she knew by that point she would certainly welcome the chance to pee. She would be fine as long as her need didn’t grow too much before she got home.
Unfortunately for her that wasn’t the case. With each passing minute her need seemed to keep getting worse and she soon found herself bursting full and bordering on being desperate. She kept telling herself that they would be home soon and tried to distract herself from the intense pressure between her legs. A sign flew by with details of the services coming up but she knew they were the opposite side of where they would be coming off. She had no choice but to sit and squirm and try to ease her need. Not that it mattered, even if the services had been in a mile she probably wouldn’t have been able to pluck up the courage to ask Mike to pull off, the thought of explaining to him that she was bursting to pee and asking him to stop mortified her. She would be fine, it didn’t matter how bursting you got you could always hold on until you reached the toilet.
She sat squirming and wiggling on her bum, counting down the minutes. She started recognising the surroundings and knew they would be coming off the motorway within the next few minutes. As if responding to that thought of getting closer to relief her bladder pulsed and a spike of need washed over her. She slid her hand between her legs and pushed against her pussy to stop herself from leaking. She hated those moments. Those sudden spikes where the pressure intensified and made it feel like she was about to start wetting herself. As she was she was managing to hold on but she knew now those sudden spikes had started she would soon tip from being bursting to being desperate.
A few minutes later and that had come true. She had quickly gone from easily managing to control her bladder to feeling like any second she would lose that control. She needed to get home really soon, she was almost wetting herself. All she could do was squirm in her seat, holding her aching pussy and urging Mike to drive faster. With each wave of need that hit her she had to clench her muscles tight and hope she wouldn’t leak. The pressure was getting so intense and harder to find relief from.
She almost shouted with joy when they came off the exit and down the slip road to the main road that would take them to their town. “Not much longer, not much longer, come on come on come on” she chanted to herself, convincing herself that she wouldn’t have to hold back the ocean in her bladder for much longer.
As they drove along the main road and reached the outskirts of town she cursed at the huge number of traffic lights that ran around the ring road. It was made so much worse that each light they stopped at there was very little traffic going the other way. All she could do was pray for the lights to turn green and focus on keeping her knickers dry. A task that seemed more and more impossible with each passing minute.
“No no no, what, why?” she asked herself as Mike suddenly turned off the ring road and pulled into Tesco’s. “Why are we stopping now?”. Mike pulled into the petrol station and jumped out. As he walked around to the back of the bus where the fuel tank was he saw Kayleigh looking at him and smiled, waving at her through the window. She waved back and urged him to hurry up.
For a few minutes as he filled up the bus she squirmed and moaned to herself. She couldn’t remember that last time she had needed to wee this badly. It was all she could think about and now they had stopped it seemed so much worse. As Mike got back into the driver's seat he looked in the rear view mirror and said “Hey sleepy head, sorry for the stop, we said we would bring the bus back full so I was just topping her up”. Kayleigh could only nod and reply “mmhmm”. Her mind wasn’t capable of forming longer words at this moment, her whole mind was focused on desperately trying not to flood the bus with pee.
Mike looked back at the others and said “As seen as you are awake we will drop you off first, then Hannah and Tom, then we will drop Claire off on our way back to ours”. Kayleigh nodded in acknowledgment. This was both good and bad news from her point of view. It was good as she was getting dropped off first but bad news as she lived the furthest away. Had they been going to Claire’s first she would have definitely been begging to use her bathroom. It made sense though, dropping her off first meant Mike could then make his way back towards his and Lucy’s house dropping off along the way. As they pulled out of the petrol station she told herself she would be fine, just ten more minutes and she would be home, she could hold on, she had to. No matter how much she just wanted to open her legs and release her brimming bladder she had to hold on.
“Oh fuck oh fuck”. She pushed her hand against her pussy and squeezed her legs as the wave hit her and she felt a trickle dampen her knickers. It was so hard not to pee. Her whole body was telling her she needed it but she couldn’t let it happen. Another trickle escaped and dampened her knickers even more. “Oh fuck, just a little longer, don’t wet yourself, don’t wet yourself” she thought over and over, desperately trying to stop her knickers getting any wetter. Thought it was getting harder. Now the trickles had started she couldn’t stop them. Every ten seconds or so a few dribbles of pee would escape and get absorbed by her knickers. At least they were being absorbed. At least her joggers were staying dry and not showing that she was starting to wet herself like a little girl.
Her heart skipped a beat as they pulled onto her road. “Yes yes almost there” she muttered to herself, although she realised once they stopped she would have to remove her hand from between her legs and stop putting pressure on her pussy. She forced herself to let go and clenched her muscles tight, gasping as she leaked. Once the bus stopped Tom got out and opened up the door, gently waking up Hannah so Kayleigh could get out. Once Hannah had climbed out Kayleigh stood up and climbed down the step and onto the pavement.
She wanted to break out dancing and squirming but she forced herself to remain calm in front of her friends, despite the fact that standing up had caused another leak and she could feel how wet her knickers were getting. Suddenly Hannah hugged her tight and thanked her for a wonderful weekend. Kayleigh gasped as the sudden pressure on her bladder sent a spurt shooting into her knickers. She quickly told her she was welcome and let her get back on the bus. She took her luggage from Mike and gave him a quick hug before he jumped back on the bus and she waved as they drove off.
The moment they were out of sight she crossed her legs tight and bent over, holding herself tight to regain control. She could feel the wetness through her joggers and squirmed hard as she focused all her strength on keeping control. Once she felt confident she was in control she quickly walked up to her front door. When she got there she danced on the spot as she looked through her bag for her keys. “Where are they!” she said aloud as her bladder pulsed in response to being so close to relief. She eventually found them and as she fumbled with them to get the right key in the lock a long spurt came out of nowhere causing her to grab herself and drop her keys. When she looked down she saw a streak running down the inside of her thigh on her joggers.
“Oh fuck I need a wee I need a wee, please please please” she chanted to herself, dancing and squirming frantically trying to hold on. As she bent down to retrieve her keys another spurt escaped this time soaking around her butt. No matter how much she needed to hold and make it to the bathroom it just seemed so far away and she just needed to wee. She couldn’t wait anymore. The spurts were getting bigger and she couldn’t control them. There was a few seconds where she realised it was going to happen before she exploded and started completely soaking her knickers and joggers. She couldn’t believe she was actually wetting herself, she had always reached the bathroom before no matter how desperate she had been but this time it had been too much. She soon went from being shocked that she was wetting herself to feeling absolute bliss as the pressure lifted and was replaced with heavenly relief. She leaned back against the wall, moaning with how good it felt to finally wee. God it felt amazing to release after waiting for so long. She was just glad that this hadn’t happened on the bus or in front of her friends.
She peed for what seemed like forever and when she finally finished she let out a long happy sigh. She looked down and found her grey joggers completely soaked all the way down her legs and a huge puddle running off her front door step. The feeling of relief soon turned back into shock and embarrassment at what had just happened. She had just completely wet herself like a little child who couldn’t control herself. God she was pathetic.
She grabbed her keys and opened up the door, hoping to god none of her neighbours had seen her. Once inside she kicked off her trainers and realised she would have to wash them as they were soaked with pee. She peeled off her socks and quickly dashed upstairs to the bathroom. She pulled off her hoody and t-shirt and threw them in the bath before peeling off her sopping wet joggers and knickers and throwing them in too. She rinsed everything through and left them to put in the wash in the morning. She quickly showered and went to her bedroom to put on some pyjamas.
Once dressed she went down to her kitchen and made herself a cup of tea before flopping onto her sofa. Her mind was racing and she felt like such an idiot and a failure for doing that, She had managed to put herself in a bad mood, not how she wanted to end her lovely weekend. She had been watching TV for a while before she remembered she needed to message Matt. She told him she was home and he replied with a smiley face and said he was glad she was okay. Her phone rang and she answered, clicking the video button and smiling when he appeared on the screen. He asked how she was and she told him she was fine. He immediately asked her what was wrong and she knew it was pointless telling him nothing was wrong. He could read her like an open book and always knew when something was bothering her. But could she tell him what had just happened. Her initial response was no, she never wanted to tell anyone, but this was Matt, she told him everything. She let out a sigh and started to tell him about her journey home. She felt embarrassed telling him this but she knew if she didn’t he would know she was hiding something. She knew he would somehow make her feel better. |
Chapter 34
Kayleigh groaned as she woke up. For a brief moment she was happily snuggled up in her bed. Then the memory of what had happened the night before came rushing back and she buried herself under her duvet, wanting to hide herself from the world. She knew her clothes were still in the bath and needed to put in the washing machine but the more she thought about doing so the more she just wanted to stay put and forget about it.
She had told Matt everything that had happened. It had been hard to admit to him what she had done and was worried he would somehow view her differently. She knew deep down that wouldn’t be the case but her anxiety made it seem like he would learn the truth and suddenly leave. She had forced herself to tell him and once she had she had laughed when he just nodded his head and accepted it. It was like she knew that was the reasonable response but her mind wouldn’t let her believe it was so simple. He had tried telling her it was fine and there was nothing to be ashamed of but she just couldn’t see it that way. She had been looking forward to getting home to her own bed and enjoying some naughty playtime but her mood had changed. She was glad Matt could read her and hadn’t suggested anything, instead they had just talked about her weekend. She had let herself fall asleep whilst he talked to her, something she loved and did often. The last thing she remembered him saying before she did fall asleep was “In the morning I will show you that what happened is nothing to be ashamed of, you might think that now but trust me, I will soon change that”. She had been too tired to question what he meant and had just replied with “okay Sir, thank you”.
Now she was awake and wondering how he could possibly change her mind. It had been childish and stupid and pathetic. That’s just how it was. She found herself getting worked up as her mind battled with itself so she grabbed her phone from her bedside table and messaged Matt. She was glad when he responded quickly. She let out a sigh and hit the video button and waited for it to connect.
“Good morning beautiful”
His voice immediately started to sooth her and she smiled coyly and responded. “Good morning Sir, I wasn’t feeling too good so I wanted to call you”. He smiled and asked her what was wrong. She shrugged her shoulders and he nodded and asked if it was about the night before. She shyly nodded back and he smiled gently at her.
“Okay then, well then I need to cheer my good girl up then don’t I, can’t have her being sad”
She smiled as the warm fuzzy feeling she loved so much washed over her. She loved how just simple words from him could make her feel better.
“I want you to do something for me sweetie, and, as always if you feel uncomfortable doing so you don’t have to do it okay” he told her. She nodded in acknowledgement and he continued. “I want you to tell me how it felt last night when you wet yourself. Not how it felt afterwards or before, how it felt in that moment when you were actually doing it”.
Why did he want to know that? Could she even remember? She wasn’t sure if she wanted to think about it. She sighed and let her mind wander back to the night before.
“I guess, at first I was shocked that I had lost control, but then that feeling was taken over by how good it felt to finally pee. I had been holding it for so long and it had been so intense that the relief felt amazing. That was the only feeling I had Sir, it was so powerful it squashed everything else”. But then when it was over I felt….
“Nope, no afterwards, just during okay”. He prompted her.
“Okay, sorry Sir, it just felt amazing, like what Claire had said the other night about how it feels great when you wait for so long, she was certainly right about that. I just wish I had felt like that at the toilet”.
He nodded along and then asked her something which she didn’t expect.
“How did it feel to be wetting yourself? Did it feel wrong or did it feel, kind of, naughty?”.
Her mind raced. She knew well enough by now the difference between bad and naughty. If she was bad she had done something against his wishes, if she was naughty she was doing something sexy and fun. Her mind had been so occupied with the aftermath that she hadn’t thought about it being anything other than bad. Had it been naughty? Had it been fun? She had certainly enjoyed herself in the moment and she supposed there was something very taboo about it. Even so it was still a bad thing.
“I don’t know Sir, I did enjoy it at the moment but that was because it felt good, I just know how I felt afterwards” she responded to his question.
He smiled and said “well, I am going to try something right now, a little experiment. If you want to stop or don’t enjoy any part of it just use your safe word and we will stop, okay?”. She nodded and told him she would. It was rare that she did use her safe word but it was always a comfort knowing he would never push her limits past what she was happy with. “I take it you haven’t gotten out of bed yet?”. He asked her with a smirk.
“No Sir, I woke up not too long ago and called you” she responded, squirming a little at the sight of his smirk and wondering what his experiment was.
He smirked even more and responded “Well that’s good, now just one more question. Do you need to pee?” |
Chapter 35
She squirmed as he brought her attention to her bladder. She did need to pee, she had done when she woke up, quite badly as she usually did in the morning, but talking with him had distracted her. Now he had focused her attention on her need; she realised just how much she needed to wee.
“I do Sir, pretty badly” she responded as she squeezed her legs together out of instinct.
His smirk widened. “Wonderful, now this is going to be one of those times where you are not allowed to pee until I say so”.
She squirmed hard as both her bladder and her pussy responded to that comment. It had only taken that one line to wake up her pussy and set her throbbing with need. God she loved how easily he could get her going. She nodded and told him she understood.
“Very good, now then, does my good girl want some edges for her needy pussy”.
“Oh very much so Sir, that would be lovely”. She responded moaning slightly.
“Okay, here’s the deal, you can edge as many times as you want, no limit or restraints. Your only restraint is your bladder, when you feel like your need to pee is greater than your need for edges then you will have to stop and go to the bathroom, understood”. His words sent shivers down her spine and all she could was nod and mutter “yes Sir”.
She pulled the duvet off of herself and slowly slid her hand down into her pyjama bottoms. She gasped as her fingers made contact with her pussy and she giggled when she found how wet she was. She slowly started teasing her clit and it didn’t take long before she was right on the edge.
As always when she was edging she counted off each one as it happened, moaning and squirming as each one pushed up her desperate need to cum. The edging was also affecting her bladder. Each edge made her need to pee intensify so much and it felt so good. Edging with a full bladder certainly felt different to normal edging, in the best possible way.
It was the perfect torture. The edging felt amazing so she wanted to just go forever but the ever growing need to pee was playing on her mind. She knew eventually she would have to give in and ask for permission to pee but she would wait until the very last moment to enjoy as many edges as she possibly could. It had only been a few days but she had missed just being able to lay in bed openly enjoying herself and talking to Matt.
It was when she had reached 16 that her desperation took over her and she found herself begging to be allowed to cum. It didn’t matter how much she enjoyed being denied and staying needy and desperate there was always something primal in her that made her beg, she couldn’t control it, she needed it so badly. With each “No” he growled her body responded causing her to edge even harder.
A few edges later and she gasped as she felt herself dribble a little pee over her fingers. God she was bursting to pee but it felt so good. “Just a little longer” she kept telling herself as her fingers glided across her clit, sending waves of beautiful pleasure through her body. The first dribbles had set her off. Every so often she felt herself pee a little and she knew if she didn’t stop soon she would end up wetting the bed, she didn’t need another shameful moment.
Suddenly she leaked and she felt her pyjama bottoms dampen. She knew she was reaching her limit and needed to stop. She told herself one more edge and then she would stop. She made it a good one and laid back, shaking and squirming as her body yearned for two kinds of release.
“Sir, I’m getting really desperate for a wee, may I please stop and go to the bathroom”.
“Hmmmmm, I think you have certainly earned it with all those edges, you may go to the bathroom, but take me with you” He responded with a growl.
“Thank you Sir” she moaned as she forced herself to remove her hand from between her legs. She slowly licked her fingers clean, putting on a show for him before jumping out of bed and heading for the bathroom. Now that she had stopped edging and that stimulation had gone she realised just how desperate she was, she was absolutely bursting.
As she entered the bathroom the sight of the toilet sent shockwaves through her bladder almost making her leak again. As she moved towards the toilet she stopped in her tracks as her mind processed what she had just heard.
“I hope you aren’t thinking about just peeing, I said you could go to the bathroom, I never gave you permission to pee”. His voice sent shivers through her as she realised what he was saying.
“Please please can I pee Sir, I need to go so badly”. She moaned as she danced on the spot.
“Not just yet baby girl, you know how much I love to see you squirm”. He responded with a cheeky wink.
She so desperately needed to pee but something about being told no just drove her crazy. She squirmed and danced and held herself, desperately trying not to leak anymore. She moved the phone down so he could see her squirming and then back to her face so she could beg for permission.
After a few minutes of desperately begging he told her to stand in the shower. She did so without question, wondering what he was doing. She didn’t care, all she could think about was her overwhelming need to pee, being so close to peeing but knowing she wasn’t allowed until he said so was such sweet torture. She hoped he let her go soon, if not she was going to wet herself again. She really didn’t want that. She moaned as a leak escaped past her fingers, making her pyjamas even more wet.
“Oh god please please please let me wee Sir, I just leaked and it's so hard to hold back”.
“Hmmmmm No!” he responded.
God why did it turn her on so much to be told no, regardless of what it was she was asking for. Another leak escaped her aching pussy and again she begged to be allowed to pee. “Please Sir, I’m about to wee myself and I really don’t want to”.
“If you really didn’t want to wet yourself you would have used your safe word already, you still can do but a big part of me thinks you won't use it”. He said with a smirk.
Her mind raced. It was true, at any moment she could use her safeword and use the toilet, she could do that right now and avoid wetting herself, yet she didn’t want to, she was enjoying this too much. As she danced and squirmed and felt more and more leaks escaping the more turned on she got. Again she begged to be allowed to pee and his response drove her crazy.
“I’m not going to give you permission to pee anytime soon so I guess you will just have to hold it or wet yourself….or you could end it now with a single word”.
She squirmed hard desperately trying not to pee, her mind was conflicted, she didn’t know what to think, she didn’t know what to do. As she battled with her mind her leaks turned into spurts and she knew she was slowly heading for that total loss of control. She was on the verge of having an accident and soaking her pyjamas, and yet she didn’t feel wrong, she didn’t feel ashamed, she just felt insanely aroused.
She frantically tried to hold back, not because she didn’t want to wet herself but because she didn’t have permission to pee. She desperately begged him over and over and suddenly his No’s became a “Yes you may pee”.
She let out a huge sigh as she relaxed and started peeing full force, soaking her pyjamas. She moaned loudly as the relief washed over her. “Oh thank you thank you Sir, it feels so good”.
“Now tell me now, does it feel bad or naughty?” he asked with a grin.
“Oh god it feels so naughty Sir” she moaned. The feeling of her pee running down her legs and her wet pajamas clinging to her felt really good. Her mind was telling her it was wrong but that just made it all the more right.
When she had finally emptied her bladder she stood taking in the feeling. Her heart was pounding and she realised she was breathing really heavily. She had just wet herself again, but, this time was different, this time it had been a choice, she had purposefully done it and that turned her on like crazy. She looked at her phone and found Matt smirking at her.
“I take it you enjoyed that sweetie?” he asked laughing.
“I...I did Sir...so much, thank you”. She replied, through her sharp hard breaths.
“See I wanted to experiment and see how you really felt about it, last night your mind took over and instantly made you feel bad because that would be the natural response to wetting yourself as an adult, however doing it like this shows just how naughty and fun it can be, you were either going to love it or hate it, I’m so glad it was the former.
She giggled and said she had certainly enjoyed it. He was right, he had definitely changed her mind. Anything can be fun when done in the right way. Like so many other things she had experimented with, she would have never imagined enjoying it so much.
“Now I think after that my good girl deserves a reward, how about some nice shower edges to finish off our morning fun”. He said, causing her heart to skip a beat. She didn’t need that suggesting twice. She turned on the shower and let it warm up as she slowly stripped out of her soaked pyjamas and added them to the pile from the night before. She aimed the water at the pile to rinse them off before she let the water cascade over her body. She had propped her phone in the rack where her shampoos and shower gel were kept and she wasted no time in slipping her hand back between her legs and teasing her pussy.
All the excitement meant it didn’t take her long to get back to the edge and she soon found herself desperate and begging again like the needy slut she was. Of course each time he begged he told her no and that just drove her even more crazy. She loved being his naughty little slut. After a number of edges he told her to stop and she thought that was going to be it. Instead he instructed her to get the shower head and turned it to the jet stream setting. She did so squirming and she anticipated what came next. He told her to sit down in the bath and use the water stream on her clit. She did so, moaning loudly as the water pounded against her clit sending ripples of pleasure through her and bringing her straight back to the edge. Then her heart started pounding as he told her what she was to do.
“For being such a good girl you deserve an extra reward, keep that water on your clit edging you and when I count down to 1 you are going to cum for me”.
Oh god it had been so long since she had last had an orgasm. She groaned as he started counting at 100. Knowing she was going to get to cum was making it so hard to hold back but if she did before she was allowed she would be in trouble. She just squirmed and whimpered as he counted down so achingly slow. Part of her thought he would do like he had done before and stop at 2, leaving her without an orgasm at all. Slowly but surely he counted down and when he reached 1 he growled “cum for me my good girl”.
Her body responded to his command and she moaned aloud as she tipped over the edge. A wave of pleasure slowly surged through her body and her pussy started tingling hard as the orgasm started. The tingling became almost unbearable before her orgasm hit and her pussy exploded. Wave after wave of burning hot pleasure surged through her from head to toe causing her to shake and silently scream in ecstasy.
It went on and on until it felt like it was never going to end. Slowly the intensity died down leaving her trembling with little aftershocks of pleasure. All she could do was mumble “thank you Sir” as she laid there sapped of energy and feeling so wonderful and floaty.
Eventually she gathered the strength to pull herself up on her jellyfied legs and let the water wash over her. She finished her quick shower and slipped on her towel robe before going and flopping back into bed. She spent a while talking to Matt before deciding she better head off and go do her laundry. As she hung up her phone she put it on charge and set off to the bathroom to grab her clothes and go and put them in the washer.
She couldn’t help but smile as she thought about what had happened that morning. It really never ceased to amaze her how many things could be fun and sexy, how many things she had learned since been with Matt, how many wonderful things she had tried and learned to love. She loved who she was when she was with him, she loved how confident and sexy she was, she loved how he made her feel, she loved how he cared about her, she loved everything about him.
She stopped suddenly, her heart beating faster at her thoughts. She loved everything about him, she loved whenever she was with him and the feelings she got whenever she was talking to him. She loved him as her dom and always told him that, but, could it be more than that, could it be possible that she had been slowly falling for him and not realised it. She had never really had romantic feelings for anybody before and had never bothered with dating so it had never even occurred to her. Her heart skipped a beat as she thought about it. Then the realisation hit her. Something she should have seen a long time ago, something subconsciously she had always known. She giggled and a huge smile grew on her face as she said it aloud.
“I’m in love with him”
The End |
... and I don't intend to write it. We live in a modern world. Why write things yourself when you can have an AI generate it for you?
This is written using https://play.aidungeon.io/. I will be putting things I supply in bold. I may use the undo and edit features, but I like to think I'm lazy enough that you'll mostly be getting what the AI wrote.
So without further ado. Oh, for those familiar: this is the free version, so it isn't the dragon model yet. If I like the results, I'll give that a try as wel.
***
You are a gamer girl and today you're going to comicon. You have long black hair and are wearing a jumpsuit. You haven't been to a con before and you're kind of nervous, though you're definitely looking forward to it. It's very warm and you're drinking a lot of water to stay hydrated. There are a lot of people, many of them dressed up as characters from sci-fi and fantasy. Right now, you're watching someone play Breath of the Wild hoping that soon you'll get a chance to play, too.
The person in front of you moves on and you start playing. Just as you make a new game, you notice that you have to pee a little, but you decide to wait. Eventually, you hear some noise coming from behind one of the booths. A man is standing there holding something in his hand. He looks around for a moment and then walks over to where you are sitting.
The man is carrying a new kind of energy drink, and asks if you'd like to try some. You decline and he places it next to you. "It's not very popular yet, but it might become more widely available soon. I call it the energy drink that represents a new beginning."
You keep playing and, without noticing, drink the entire can. You're really starting to feel the effects of the drink. As you keep playing, you find that you can play for much longer periods of time. You also start to feel really hot, and your bladder is reminding you that you need to pee.
You put the drink back and try to find a place to go. You end up running down one of the aisles, and then out the other side. When you finally get back, there's hardly anything left of the can.
You sit down in your seat and notice that you're sweating profusely. You also realize that your heart is beating really fast. The man is standing in the same spot, but he seems much farther away. You try to remember where the bathroom is, but you're having a hard time focusing. You stand up and your legs feel wobbly. You manage to make it to the bathroom and relieve yourself. As you come back out, you have an even harder time focusing. Your vision is starting to blur and your heart is racing. It takes a lot for you to get back to your seat. When you sit down, the world feels like it's moving in slow motion.
((Uhh.... I think it's focusing on the wrong thing. Let's shift the focus.))
The man gives you a pill. Once you take it (drinking it down with plenty of water), you immediately feel better. You keep playing, but within a few minutes you have to pee again. Not wanting to get up, you call for someone to come help you. This is when you hear the voice. It sounds like it's coming from the inside of your skull.
"You have been chosen."
"What? I don't understand."
"You have been chosen to play a game."
"Okay... I'm not following you."
"Play the game."
"What game?"
"Life. Do you accept the terms?"
"What are the terms?"
"All is revealed in time. Are you willing to play?"
"Yes. But, I have to pee."
"Again, all is revealed in time. You will have to hold it in."
At this point, you aren't sure if you should play this game. You're not exactly comfortable with all of this, but you decide to go along with it.
"I'm in."
"You may now call for help."
You shout as loud as you can for someone to come help you. It takes a few minutes, but eventually a guy comes over.
"What's wrong? Are you okay?" he asks.
"I'm having trouble with this game! I'm not hurt or anything, I just need to pee really bad!" you say.
"Just go to the bathroom?"
"There's a line! I'm not sure I can wait!" you say.
The guy looks around and realizes that no one is watching. He then helps you get out of your seat and lead you to the bathroom. Once inside, he shuts the door and you can't see anything except a white room with a toilet and sink in it.
"Just go," he says.
You do exactly that.
***
I think that's a good first attempt. I guess the AI doesn't understand that we might want someone to wait. Let's try a different scenario.
***
After a huge party, you and Amy are coming back to your flat. You've each had a lot of beer and aren't walking very straight. Both of you are tall, blond, and very pretty. Amy is wearing a skirt, while you are wearing a jumpsuit. You have to pee quite bad and you think Amy might need to go too, but you're too shy to say anything about it. You've kind of got a crush on Amy and with all the alcohol you've consumed, you're thinking some very dirty thoughts. More and more, though, you just wonder if you can hold it home or if you're going to have to pee in the bushes.
Just as you're about to bring it up, Amy says "I'm sorry, I really have to go." She turns around and walks away. She seems to be headed to some bushes near the road.
You quickly turn around and follow her.
"What's wrong?" you ask.
"It's nothing," she replies. "Go ahead, I'll catch up with you."
"Do you need to pee? I'm bursting, but I don't want to go in the bushes."
"No, I don't need to pee."
You follow her around the bushes and see her take her skirt up. Then, she stops and says "Are you going to watch?"
"You said you didn't need to go!"
"It's just that I know you like to watch and I want you to jerk off while you watch me pee."
You're not really sure about this.
***
Woah, that escalated quickly.
I'm cutting out a story based on a Lord of the Rings marathon where the AI understood that you wanted to hold it until the end of the movie, but then mostly made snarky comments about how you hated The Two Towers and how the book was better.
Here's one for which I couldn't be bothered to keep track of who said what. Feel free to guess. 🙂
***
You're a lonely gamer girl sitting in your room, preparing to enjoy the two things you like most: video games and omorashi. Sitting on a bean bag, you sip from your 2L bottle of ice tea and turn on your Switch preparing to play Breath of the Wild. You want to be alone for the evening: you've had a rough week and really want to unwind and have some fun.
You start by taking a few big gulps of your bottle, and then start playing the game. It's a lot easier than it was when you were younger; you remember how much more difficult it used to be to get through the first Zelda.
You keep drinking as you get further, taking sips whenever you have a free hand. Time flies, and soon you can feel a fullness in your stomach. It's not painful, just a warm feeling that makes you feel good. You smile to yourself, thinking that this is the perfect way to end your stressful week: relaxing, fun and free of worry.
The thought of that fullness moving lower sends a jolt through your body, a hot sensation that makes you shudder. It's an intoxicating feeling, one you want to repeat.
Focusing again on the game, you don't even notice as you finish the bottle. Your bladder is filling up, and you're starting to squirm around a little as your need becomes more urgent. You don't want to stop playing to go to the bathroom, because you're so deep into the game that you're enjoying every moment of it.
((Note: I wrote "you're starting to squirm around a little as your need" in the above, but the rest of the line is by the AI.))
You're enjoying that feeling of fullness in your bladder, too. Absent-mindedly, you give your crotch a squeeze, both to help hold and to try to heighten your feeling. It's a bit of both, since you find yourself massaging your inner thighs and pinching your nipples at the same time.
As your bladder fills, so do your dreams.
You put the controller down and lean back on the bean bag. You dream in pictures, and tonight your dreams are vivid as can be. In the dream, you're laying on a hill overlooking a massive castle.
You're bursting to explore it, but you know you can't: it's the domain of the dragon king, and any trespasser will be burned as a filth by his shrieking inhabitants.
You also really need to pee.
You wake up as your bladder bursts, feeling your shorts and panties get soaked. You shiver a bit with cold, but it's replaced by a warm feeling that makes you go back to sleep.
You wake up again. Did you wet yourself? No, you're still desperate, it was just a dream. You get up, wandering into the bathroom. You stare at your reflection, realizing that the girl in the mirror looks like you. She has your eyes, that mischievous smile and the dark circles under her eyes.
You decide to hold it a little longer. You can see the bulge of your belly getting harder and harder as you get closer to the toilet. You start to... feel warm. Really warm.
You look down and gasp. The sweatshirt you're wearing is stretched tightly against your belly, and you can see the outline of your belly button and hips.
Feeling a leak escape, you hurry towards the toilet.
You wake up for real. You're soaked, and the sweatshirt is covered in your urine. You stand up, staring at yourself in the mirror.
***
Interesting stuff, though it's hard to ... get it in the mood.
EDIT: quick addition:
***
You are a guy who is stuck in an elevator with Amy, who really has to pee. You were out for drinks with her and she had a lot of tea. She doesn't want to admit just how badly she has to go, but you can tell from the way she's shifting around that she can't hold on much longer.
"I'm sorry," you say. "It'll be okay."
She looks at you as if this was some sort of trick.
"You have to go, don't you?" you ask.
"No!" she says. "Just... please..."
She looks like she might cry, so you quickly try to think of another way to help her out.
"Do you want a hug?" you ask.
She nods, so you put your arms around her. She wraps her arms around your waist.
"I... do have to pee," she says, and lifts up her shirt a bit to reveal her panties.
You pull away from her.
"No fair!" you say.
"What?" she asks.
"Now I can't help you!"
"Oh," she says and hugs you again, "I thought you wanted to see if I peeed through my... shirt."
She laughs and hugs you one last time.
"Thanks," she says, "for being so sweet.
"Do you think you can wait until we get out?" you ask.
"Probably," she says, "but I'll feel way better after I pee."
"When did you last go?" you ask.
"I dunno... I think it's been a while," she says.
"I have to go a little as well," you admit, "But you look like you're in pain. Is there any way you can hold it?"
She nods, "I think I can, yeah. But..."
You look her in the eyes.
"But what?" you ask.
"I don't want to hold it in too long, or else I'm going to have an accident."
"Have you ever had an accident?" you ask. You don't want her to notice, but you're starting to get hard right now.
She nods and blushes.
"A few weeks ago," she says, "I was at my friend Lucy's house, and she didn't have toilet paper. So I didn't go for a long time."
"Did you try to wait until you were home?" you ask.
"I really had to pee, and I was starting to feel faint," she says, "so I just went outside."
You can tell that she wants to say something, but she holds back.
"Go on," you urge, "You wanted to pee in her yard?"
She blushes even more and nods slowly.
"I peed in the grass," she admits, "and then I... I touched myself."
You nod and breathe a sigh of relief.
"Thank you for telling me,"
"I leaked while I was telling you," she admits. "Can I stop telling you now?"
"Sure," you smile.
"You can touch yourself too," she says, "if you want."
You stare into her eyes and nod.
"I think it's hot that you have to pee so bad," you say, "Do you want to squat here?"
"Oh, that's disgusting!" she exclaims, "But I might have to..."
She quickly turns away as she pulls up her skirt and spreads her legs.
"Aren't you going to take off your panties?" you ask, surprised.
She looks at you as if you've gone crazy, "Why would I do that?"
"They'll get wet..." you say.
Before you've even finished your sentence, a burst of pee hits the floor. You're not looking at it directly, but you're able to see a stream of pee come out of her.
"Ah!" she screams, "I leaked all over myself!"
In moments, she is soaked. You can see that she has to sit down and touch up her makeup.
"There you go," you say, "you're all set."
"Thanks," she sighs.
Edited July 22, 2020 by Ranpalan
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Here's another one. I was mostly writing Amy's bits here, though I had to edit two posts in order to get rid of underage content.
USER: Amy
Hey everyone!
Have you ever had any times that you had to pee really bad? I think it would be fun to tell each other about it, you know, as a kind of bonding experience. I always have to go so bad when I drink tea or anything with alcohol.
Let me start: one time I was at a party, and I was talking to this totally cute guy. He kept leaning over, like he was going to kiss me, and I really wanted him to. Problem was, I'd been drinking and I knew I had to go find a place to pee soon. He just kept playing hard to get, though, and I really wanted to just pull him close and kiss him and climb onto his lap...
Aaanyway, after a bit of this I finally started saying I would be right back, and that was the moment he pulled me into a hug. I had to go so bad! I leaked when he pressed up against me and I kissed him back (I mean, duh) but I also pushed him away a bit and told him I had to pee RIGHT NOW.
Problem was... there was a queue to the ladies. I begged the girl in front of me to let me go before her, but she said she was bursting too, and when I heard the toilet flush... well, I kinda lost control. Totally.
The guy was super nice about it, though. I think he was a bit turned on, really.
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USER: Kate
Oh wow! Yeah, I know that feeling all too well.
I had something similar a few days ago, when I was on my way home from work. I'd just started drinking at work, because it was sort of a slow day and my shift was especially boring. My boss had ordered a lot of root beer floats, and I was really thirsty.
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USER: Amy
So, what happened?
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USER: Kate
I got super thirsty. Then I felt a little weird. Then I peed my pants!
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USER: Ian
You peed in your pants?
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USER: Kate
Yeah, I know it's weird. But it's a long story.
I finally stopped in the bathroom, and realized what I had done. I pulled up my pants as quick as I could, because I didn't want anyone to see.
And then, to my surprise, I started to feel it again. Only this time, it felt like someone was pushing on my bladder from the inside. I tried to hold it in, but I started to piss my pants all over the floor again. It felt so good to get all that pent-up urine out. I kept doing it again and again and again. I don't know how I stopped myself before the train conductor could see.
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USER: Ian
That is so bizarre! So did you catch a train or something?
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USER: Kate
Yeah, I ran so fast that the urine just came out of my shoes instead. That was pretty embarassing, but it didn't stop there!
When the train finally got to my stop, I had only stopped pissing about a minute before. I ran so fast that I managed to make it to the door before my body decided to start all over again. It felt so good that I didn't even mind when the door shut behind me as I was finishing up.
Fortunately, no one saw.
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USER: Ian
That is so weird.
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USER: Amy
... Yeah.
Kate, what's the longest you've ever held it in?
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USER: Kate
(Note: post has been edited)
Hmm, that's a tough one. I think I held it in for over six hours once when I was about nineteen. I was on a sleepover at a friend's house and I think she drank too much wine and mixed some sort of drug that made us all sleepy. I think we were all in her basement, and at some point I just remember being really tired.
I remember lying down and closing my eyes, and then... nothing.
I don't remember anything after that. But I remember feeling really good. I had energy to spare, and felt happier than I had in a long time. I also felt like I was able to think more clearly, like I was awake yet fully aware of everything around me. I felt like I was actually a part of everything.
It was an amazing feeling.
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USER: Amy
But you had to pee, right?
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USER: Kate
Oh, yeah! I was definitely ready to pee, but I didn't want to move from that position for some reason. Maybe I just didn't want to leave that amazing feeling behind...
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USER: Amy
So did you manage to hold it in?
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USER: Kate
Yes! I can't even begin to tell you how hard and long I had to hold it. I felt like I was about to explode, and I don't think my body could handle it. Eventually I just gave up and got up to find a toilet, but I didn't have any problems after that.
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USER: Ian
That's really weird.
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USER: Kate
Yeah, but it's a good thing!
That story was my biggest pee-story. I think it was the most intense pleasure I had ever felt. I knew I would never experience that feeling again in my life, so I wanted to make the most of it while it lasted.
I remember I had so much fun telling that story to all my friends when I got home.
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USER: Emily
Oh wow, Kate!
I have a story, too.
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USER: Ian
Tell us! Tell us! Tell us!
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USER: Kate
(Note: post has been edited.)
(Sigh) Fine. I was at my job. It was just one of those typical workdays. I got up, got dressed, had my breakfast, did some work and went on break. Nothing unusual happened all day, either. I can't really think of anything to add.
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USER: Ian
I can't either.
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USER: Emily
Let me tell my pee-story. I was dating a guy for about two months. We would usually go out to eat a lot because he didn't really want to cook and I had to go to a club later.
So one day, we went to eat at this new resteraunt that just opened up. It was great, but the resteraunt sucked, so it didn't last long. After we ate, we decided to go to this other place called a "love motel." I didn't really want to, but the idea of spending the night together in a room with a bed sounded pretty good, so that's what we did.
The problem was that I had to pee and there was no bathroom in the room.
I really had to go bad, and I didn't want to hold it in because I knew that would just make it worse.
So finally, my guy friend suggests that we go to this place he knows. It's not very far from the motel, and it's a love motel, so I guess it's normal for guys to go there.
So we get there, and the guy at the desk looks at us a bit funny, but doesn't say anything. Then, my friend goes in a room by himself, and I have to go in a stall.
I don't think I can hold it in anymore, so I sit on the toilet and try my best to not let go. But I lose my battle with myself. I release all of my pee into the toilet.
It felt so good to let it all out. I didn't even care that someone might walk in and see me. The thought just never entered my mind.
Finally, I was done, and I wipe my butt with toilet paper. I flush the toilet and wash my hands. I peek my head out to see my friend. He nods with a smile and says, "Let's go." We leave the room, and head back to the room where he got us a couple of "coffee" drinks from the vending machine.
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USER: Ian
That was pretty gross.
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USER: Kate
Yeah, but it was funny. |
Okay, I've tried a more direct one now. I think that this... well, it wouldn't win any writing awards, but if I came across it here, I wouldn't say a bot had written it. The sex parts seem to come naturally, it's just hard to convince it that the desperation is important.
Oh yeah, content warning: sex. Also, I mostly wrote parts about the actions of "you". (In general, it seems like second person stories are easier to get out of it, which is a bit annoying, but hey.)
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Tessa is a 23 year old girl long black hair and green eyes. She has a huge crush on you and is willing to do anything you ask of her.
Today you've invited her over to your place, and when she comes in, you're stunned. She's wearing jeans and a band t-shirt. As she stands there at the entrance, shy plays with her hair shyly.
"Come in!" you say, "You look fantastic!"
She blushes as you compliment her.
"Thanks. So are we just gonna hang out and watch a movie?"
"Yeah, that sounds good! Do you want something to drink while we watch?"
"Yeah please."
As you get drinks for both of you, you find a place to sit. You put your arm around her as you both sit on the couch. She nestles in close to you as you both watch the movie.
"You're cute," you say.
"I know. You've told me that before," she replies with a smile.
You kiss her on her cheek.
"You're my girlfriend now," you say.
"I know," she says with a smile.
You kiss her on the lips. She giggles and kisses you back.
"Are we going to watch the movie, or..?" you ask with a wink.
"I don't know...should we?" she asks.
"We should definitely do something else," you say.
You look into her eyes and kiss her on the mouth. She tastes of water and some other drink you can't identify.
"Do you want to go to my room?" you ask.
Tessa's eyes widen. She nods slowly.
"Finish your drink first," you tell her, "Today you have to do what I tell you to, okay?"
She nods and gulps down the rest of her drink. You stand up and take her hand, leading her to your room. You close the door behind you, and Tessa's eyes go wide.
You put an arm around her and pull her into a hug on the bed.
"Do you like me?" you ask.
"Yeah," she replies, "A lot. "
You pull out a bottle of wine and pour her a glass.
"Drink this," you say.
"I don't want to get drunk," she says.
"You won't get drunk from one glass," you retort, "And besides... you have to do what I say, remember?"
Tessa gulps down the wine and lies back on the bed. She puts her hands behind her head, which you kiss and kiss.
"Tessa... I have to tell you a secret," you say, resting a hand on her belly, "I think it's hot to see girls need to pee bad."
"Really?" she asks, "Do you want me to get desperate for you?"
"I'd love it," you admit, "Do you have to go yet?"
"No," she replies, "I'm not that desperate yet..."
Tessa takes her hands down from behind her head and begins caressing her tits through her shirt.
"Drink some more water," you order.
"I'm not that thirsty," she says.
"Drink or I'll give you something else to drink."
Tessa gulps down some more water.
"How do you feel?" you ask.
"A bit lightheaded," she replies, "I want to do something bad..."
Tessa takes off her shirt and crawls over on top of you.
"Is that the wine talking?" you ask, letting your hand rest on her breast.
"Maybe," she replies, "I want to feel your dick inside me."
"I want to see you bursting to pee first."
"You're mean," she says, giggling, "Will you please take off your pants?"
"Will you drink some more?"
"Maybe," she says, smiling, "If you take off your pants..."
You struggle out of your pants and boxers, then lie back on the bed.
"Now you have to drink," you say. "How full is your bladder?"
"I dunno," she says, "Maybe half full...?"
You struggle to sit up and grab the wine bottle, then lift it up to her lips.
"Here," you say, "Drink."
Tessa complies, and gulps down the wine. You pour more into the glass, which she finishes quickly.
"Are you starting to get desperate?" you ask.
"Maybe," she says, "I want to do bad things..."
"Let me play with you," you say, leaning her against you and slipping a hand into her panties. You can feel the fullness of her bladder and press gently on it.
"Ah! That feels so good!" Tessa says.
"Do you want to go piss?" you ask.
"I do," she replies, "Will you help me?"
"Maybe," you say, slowly sliding your fingers into her as she presses her lips against your neck.
"Will you take off my bra and suck my tits?" she asks.
"Maybe," you reply.
You move your fingers along her slit, to the point where you know she's about to begin squirting, then stop.
"Is it full?" you ask.
"Yeah," she replies, her voice strained, "I want to do bad things..."
"Are you worried you might wet yourself?"
"A little," she says, "Will you help me?"
"Maybe," you say.
Tessa begins grinding her hips into your hand and stops talking.
"Maybe is not enough," she says, "I need to know if you're going to do what I say."
"I'm a reasonable guy."
"Good," Tessa says, "Do you want me to piss on you?"
"No, I'm not into that... I just want you to keep holding it while I fuck you."
"I need to go," Tessa says, "I'm starting to feel desperate..."
You can see that she's struggling to stay in control.
"Come on, let's get to it," you say.
You lift her up and throw her down on the bed.
With a quick motion, you unbutton and pull down her jeans.
"Wait!" she says, squirming.
"Worried you won't be able to hold it?" you ask.
"Yes, I'm worried that I won't be able to... I need to go!"
"Settle down, beautiful," you say, sliding your hand into her panties and finding her slit. You begin stroking her as you kiss her. She stops struggling.
"
You will keep holding it," you say, looking right in her eyes, "Come... climb onto me."
"I'm scared," she says.
"Do you have to go that bad?" you ask.
"I'm serious! I don't want to piss on you!"
"You won't. Now, climb on."
Tessa climbs onto you, then grabs your shoulders and knees you. She wraps her legs around you and raises her hips as you enter her. You grab her ass to steady her as you begin to thrust.
"Do you like that?" you ask.
"It feels good," she replies, "but I'm still scared..."
You reach down and slowly move your hand up and down her slit. You feel her wetness coating your fingers.
"If you piss on me, I'm going to keep going," you say, looking into her eyes.
"Really?" she asks.
"Really," you reply.
"I'll hold it," she says.
You continue thrusting as your hands grab her ass and your faces meet in a long kiss. You look into her eyes and she holds your gaze.
"I love you," she says.
"I love you, too," you say, as you push deep into her.
You stay there, looking into each other's eyes, for a moment.
"I want to fuck you until you scream," you say.
"Do it," she replies, as you thrust into her again and again.
You keep going, harder and harder.
"Tell me you love me," you say.
"I love you," she replies.
"Tell me how bad you have to go."
"Bad," she says.
You continue thrusting as you go faster and faster.
"Tell me how bad you really need to go," you say.
"I need to go bad," she says.
"How bad?" you ask.
"I'm desperate!" she says.
"Tell me you're desperate," you say.
"I'm desperate," she says.
"Yes!" you moan, as you release inside her.
You keep thrusting as you feel the rush of an intense orgasm.
"I'm coming!" you groan.
You thrust one last time as you feel your body tensing up. You moan loudly as you release a massive load inside her.
"I'm coming!" she yells.
The room is filled with the sound of wet slapping and gasping. You slowly slow your hips as you stop thrusting. You're both covered in sweat and breathing hard.
"Are you... still holding?" you ask.
"Yes," she replies.
You slowly pull out of her and roll her over, then wrap your hands around her.
"How's your bladder?" you ask.
"It's full," she replies.
"Let it go," you order her, still holding her close, "Just pee, right here."
"I can't!" she whimpers, looking away from you.
"Yes, you can," you say, tightening your hands around her, "Are you scared?"
"A little," she admits.
"Don't be. It's OK. Come on, let it go."
Tessa releases her bladder onto the ground.
"Good girl," you say, giving her a kiss, "Are you OK?"
"Yes," she says, as you stand up.
You help her up and the pair of you quickly wipe yourself and each other down. You open the window to air the room out before leaning against it and pulling up your pants.
"That was intense," you say, "I don't think I've ever came that hard."
"It was pretty intense," Tessa agrees.
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EDIT: I decided to give it another try, making sure not to do anything too sexual. Again, nothing fantastic, but I still think this is pretty impressive. I also recommend trying it yourself, it's a lot more fun when you have control.
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Lily is a 23 year old girl with red hair and huge breasts. She has a huge crush on you and is willing to do anything you ask of her.
Today you've invited her over to your place, and when she comes in, you're stunned. She's wearing jeans and a tank top. As she stands there at the entrance, shy plays with her hair shyly.
"Come in!" you say, "You look fantastic! Let me get you something to drink."
"Thank you," she says, walking inside, "I was just on my way to the bathroom. Do you like I'm dressed?"
"Before you go," you say, "can I give you a hug?"
"Of course," she says, leaning in.
You give her a big hug and feel her tits squishily against your chest. You give her a squeeze and then let her go.
"I love how you're dressed, by the way," you add.
"Thank you," she says, blushing.
You walk over to the kitchen, wondering what drink you should make for her. You decide to make tea.
"You coming?" you ask.
"Yeah, in a minute," she replies.
"So, how have you been?" you ask.
"I've been okay," she says.
"Here, have some tea," you say, putting the kettle on to boil.
You walk back into your living room, where she sits and sips her drink.
"Let's play truth or dare," you suggest.
"No," she says, "I don't wanna be mean, but I really have to go to the bathroom."
"I think that's kind of hot," you admit.
"What?" she asks.
"I think it's hot when you have to pee."
"You do?" she asks, grinning.
"Yeah, it's sort of cute."
"I've never heard that one before," she says, twirling a piece of her hair.
"How long have you been holding it?" you ask, pretending to be fascinated by her shiny red hair.
"A while," she laughs.
"Can I press on your bladder?" you ask.
"Please do," she smiles, leaning back in her chair.
You press your hand against her stomach and push as she pats it.
"Does that make it worse?" you ask.
"A little bit," she says.
"Do you have a strong bladder?"
"I have a weak bladder," she admits.
"Me too," you say.
"We should be friends," she says, standing up.
"Definitely," you agree, "How bad do you have to go?"
"I have to go pee really badly," she says.
"I think that's sexy."
"Do you?" she asks.
"Yeah," you say, "I think it's sexy when a girl has to pee really bad."
You move closer to her and run your hand up her leg.
"Have you ever wet yourself?" you ask.
"I peed on myself once," she says.
"How did that make you feel?" you ask.
"Embarrassed," she says, "but it felt good at the time."
"Tell me what happened."
She tells you that she was at school and had to pee really badly. She told the teacher she had to go but was still told to wait until the class was done. By the time the teacher was done looking at her books, she had soaked through her jeans.
"Are you getting close to the point where you might pee yourself?" you ask.
"I think so," she says, "Can I really pee myself? I'm not supposed to!"
You look into her eyes and hold her gaze.
"Only if you really can't hold it," you tell her, "Stand up and let me look at you."
You pull her to her feet and move your hands down from her shoulders and slip them under her arms. She stands still as you look at her stomach and between her legs.
"Does it look like you're wet?" you ask, "Do you feel wet?"
"I feel a bit warm," she admits, "But I don't think it's pee. It doesn't smell."
You can tell she has to pee from the way she is tensing up.
"I want you to let a little out," you say, "Can you do that?"
"I don't know," she says, "Maybe."
You look into her eyes and she looks away.
"Just do it," you say.
"Okay," she replies.
You feel a little wetness on your hand as you pull it back. It's not much but it's wetness.
"It's a start," you tell her, "Try to do it again."
This time you can feel some wetness on your hand. It's definitely wet.
"Good job," you say, "Did that make it worse?"
"A little," she says, "Can I do it again? I really have to go."
You see the desperation in her eyes and nod.
She does it again and you can definitely feel it this time.
"It's working," she says, "It's getting easier. I want to do it again."
"Just let it go, if you want," you tell her, "Just pee in your pants."
She looks down and shuffles her feet. She lifts her shirt up and unbuttons and unzips her jeans. You move your hand away and step back.
"Just do it," you tell her, "You can't hold it anymore."
She looks up at you as she slowly pees in her pants. You watch as a stream of pee comes out of her. It's not a strong stream and it's not very warm, but it's definitely pee.
"Good girl," you say, "Just let it all go."
She pees in her pants for a few seconds and then stops. She pulls up her shirt and zips up her pants.
"It's done," she says.
Edited July 24, 2020 by Ranpalan
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I've switched to the Dragon model and started to be a bit more choosy and... Honestly, I think I'm starting to reach things that are good-ish. Like, not good as a story, but good as what you could get from a Melissa Explains It All Game. Here's another three:
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Having just each gone to the bathroom, Amy and Kate sit down on the sofa across from you. Both look excited to start the contest.
"Okay," you say, "Just to remind you of the rules: you drink a can of beer every thirty minutes, and if I tell you you have to do something, you have to do it or you lose. Got it?"
Both girls nod. They grab cans, pop them open, and start drinking.
It's a close battle between the two friends. Kate starting off strong, but by the end of the first hour, their bladders are about even in fullness. They're also getting louder and looser as they continue to giggle.
"So girls, it's an hour in," you say, "How are you feeling?"
"I gotta pee..." Kate giggles.
"Me too..." smiles the always less inebriated Amy. "I feel like I really need to go..."
"Stand up," you order them, wanting to see if they're squirming yet.
They both stand, Kate struggling a bit due to her inebriation. You can see that Kate's legs are crossed tightly.
"Kate, you only had two beers," you say.
"Yeah, I know... It's not that..." she says, "I just really have to go."
"Amy, think you have it worse?"
"Yeah... I really need to go..." she says.
"Let's see who can wait the longest!" Kate shouts, and then they both start hopping from one foot to another.
"Kate, when's the last time you had to go this bad?" you ask.
"I don't know... It's never really happened," she admits.
"Same here... Ohhhh..."
You see a little wet spot just appear under Kate. It takes her a minute to even register what happened, but soon she's jumping up and down.
"I lost!" she giggles. "I wet myself!"
She stands there, quiet and jumpy.
"That was only a bit," you say, "Do you still have to go bad?"
She nods her head furiously, and you can see her gritting her teeth.
"I need to use the bathroom!" she yells.
She looks like she's about to explode. For someone usually so controlled, it's kind of hot. However, despite her best efforts to stop it, a constant trickle begins traveling down her white pantleg. It drips on the floor as she desperately fights to end the flow.
"I don't know if I can make it," Kate says. She looks up at you helplessly. "Can I just go in my panties?"
"Sure," you say.
A great sigh of relief follows, as Kate begins pissing herself right there in front of you. Her piss stream becomes a flood, soaking her panties and running down her legs. She puts a hand over her mouth to stifle moans of relief.
"Go get yourself cleaned up," you say and turn to Amy.
She's really struggling to control her bladder, squirming around and hopping up and down.
"You have to drink another can," you remind her, and she nods shakily.
She gulps down another can of beer, and soon she's leaping from one foot to the other, desperately trying not to wet herself.
"I feel it coming..." she whines.
You look at her waistline, and sure enough it seems to be even more swollen than before.
"Is that your bladder bulging out?" you ask and put your hand on it.
She nods, and you feel it beginning to give. She lets out a surprised yelp as her pants become soaked.
"Hold it!" you tell her. She looks up at you with desperation, and you stroke her head. "You can do it..."
She shakes her head.
"I can't..." she whimpers.
"Pleeeeease..."
You shake your head. She hops in place, desperate to find relief anyhow.
You press down on her bladder, and her legs tremble. She almost loses it several times, but somehow manages to stop herself from urinating.
She sucks air in through her teeth and stares at you, trying to find the motivation to hold anymore.
"Come on... you can do it..." you say again. "I know you can."
She begins breathing heavily, and starts jumping in place. The more she tries to hold it in, the closer she is to slipping. Still, she holds on and gets more and more desperate.
You slide your hand over her soft belly and don't say anything for a few seconds. She continues holding it in.
"Let it out," you say softly, and her eyes widen.
"... Please... don't make me..."
"Let it out."
"I can't..." she whimpers. "It'll get everywhere..."
"It's just wee. It won't kill you or anything."
She shakes her head. For several minutes, she holds it in. She struggles to not let out even a drop of the golden fluid. Still, she holds it in.
"I don't want to..." she whimpers softly, her legs trembling.
"If you don't pee now, you have to drink another can," you say.
She looks at you, shocked, and stops bouncing.
"What? That's unfair!" she cries, close to losing control.
"You agreed."
She looks up at the ceiling, concentrating. Then, she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath in... and lets go.
"Ahhh!" she gasps.
She begins to wee. It comes out in a surge, flowing down her legs and onto the floor. She whimpers, watching it land on her feet. After a few seconds, a pool forms at her feet.
"Oh no..." she whimpers, and you pat her on the back softly.
"That's enough," you say.
She nods in between her soft whimpers of desperation, and it stops. She looks down at the pee below her feet.
"I made a mess," she whimpers.
"You were very brave."
She nods again, and sniffles.
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You are overseeing an exam and are watching the students file in. It's an undergraduate exam in sociology that will take three hours. You see people filing in with water bottles and cups of coffee, something you know they'll regret drinking later. Almost all of the students are girls, and you're looking forward to being able to watch them.
"Don't forget," you tell them, "If you have a question or need the bathroom, raise your hand and I'll come over and help you."
The clock strikes nine, so you distribute the papers and sit down to watch as the students start working on the test.
The first hour is entirely uneventful, and by the end, most girls' coffee cups are empty. You see a lot of students squirming but most of them manage to hold it in. You wonder who's going to go first.
Two hours in, a fair-skinned girl with black hair to the middle of her back suddenly clutches her abdomen and stands up. She says "excuse me" to the girl sitting beside her and runs out of the room with a mortified look on her face. Five minutes later she has not returned.
"I'm sorry," you say, "Until she's back, nobody can go to the bathroom. If you want to be put in the queue, raise your hand."
The girls all look around at each other angrily. Finally, one girl with curly blonde hair and big round eyes puts up her hand.
"Okay... You can go when she gets back," you say.
Ten minutes pass. Then twenty. Then half an hour.
"Oh god, I gotta go so bad," the blonde-haired girl says as she squirms in her seat.
You really can't let her go now. "Just hold it in," you tell her.
"But I seriously have to go!"
"So do a lot of us," several other girls point out.
You're in a difficult situation. You don't want to let her go, since it's already untested territory, but you also don't really want to shame her like this.
"We'll give her another fifteen minutes," you announce, "Who else has to go?"
Hands all around the room go up.
"That's too many," you say, "Who won't be able to hold it until the exam is over?"
Ten hands go down, but nearly half the class keeps theirs up.
"You," you ask one of the girls with her hand up, "You won't be able to hold it?"
"I won't," she nods. She's shivering now, and her lips are quivering. It looks like she's beginning to wobble.
"Why do you have to go so bad?" you ask.
"I drank too much coffee this morning."
"And you?" you ask another one.
"I drank too much soda."
"And you?"
She looks away, her cheeks turning red. "I have a weak bladder and I'm embarrassed to admit it."
"Okay, you can go," you tell the one with the weak bladder, "The rest of you: this is your own fault. Hold it."
The girl who had jumped out of her chair exits the room at a run, clutching herself. A few minutes later she returns but still looks miserable. The rest of the girls are squeezing their legs together and trying not to squirm. After a few minutes, they really can't hold it anymore.
Finally, the bell rings, saving every girl in the room.
The moment you give them permission to get up, they all get out of their chairs and begin running for the door.
You watch as first one, then another girl wobble and begin peeing her pants as she runs. Several more follow suit until nine out of the twenty have flooded their underwear. The others have made it to bathrooms before they lose control. The bathrooms are all out of toilet paper by the time theyre done cleaning themselves up.
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You: Hi!
Tessa: Hey, how's it going?
You: I'm pretty good. It's a nice day.
Tessa: Yeah! I was just about to get lunch but I had to go pee like crazy!
You: Really? What happened?
Tessa: I had like two cups of coffee and a bottle of water before I left my house this morning and been drinkin' all mornin'. My bladder is like a little hard ball inside of me.
You: Ew. That sounds painful.
Tessa: No!
You: Did you make it to the bathroom?
Tessa: Yup!
You: Good.
Tessa: Yeah! 'Cause that's the opposite of fun.
You: You have to pee again now, though?
Tessa: Yeah. I have to go every hour or two. No matter how much or how little I pee.
You: That sucks.
You: This morning... did you make it all the way to the bathroom? Or did you leak a little?
Tessa: No. I made it! I'm more hydrated now though and I drank a lot of coffee, so I'll be going again soon.
You: Last week... you totally wet yourself, didn't you?
Tessa: Aw, man!
You: Don't worry about it. I won't tell anybody. Least of all Roxy.
Tessa: Thanks.
You: Tell me what happened, though!
Tessa: Well... I woke up and I really had to pee. My bladder must've been full all night, but I didn't realize how bad it was until I was out of bed.
Tessa: I'd slept through my alarm, so I was really rushing. I put on whatever clothes were closest and headed for the door. I was walking really fast down the sidewalk trying not toThink about how much I needed to pee. By the time I was halfway to the campus I had to stop. I didn't know if I'd make it. I crossed my legs and squeezed but it didn't even nudge my urge. I knew there was no way I could make it without stopping and that's out of the question! I crossed my legs and squeezed them together but it didn't help. The pressure was too much.
Tessa: I started walking really slowly hoping that I'd reach the bathroom in time, but I knew I needed to give my body some relief soon or... I saw that I was approaching a large bush and there was no one around.
Tessa: I really had no choice. I stuck my keys between my fingers, dropped my bag by the side of the road and squatted down behind the bush. As soon as my panties were down my bottom relaxed and out came this huge gush of pee. It felt sooooo good. I leaked for a bit and then the relief was so intense it was painful.
With my bladder empty I pulled up my panties and stood up.
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Some observations:
Dragon is better than Griffin in many ways, but it seems like some tricks that work with Griffin don't work with Dragon. This is just a guess for now, I'd need to look more carefully to be sure. In particular, I feel like Dragon makes more grammatical and spelling mistakes and more often ends up becoming incoherent.
Even with Dragon, you need a liberal application of retrying lines to get the kind of thing above. I couldn't automate this process yet. However, my hope is that redoing is mostly necessary in the early stages, and it could be that by providing longer seeds I can get better stories. Moreover, I hope that once I got a story out of a scenario once, getting it again should be easier.
The AI understands peeing in general terms: it can figure out the causal connections between drinking a lot, needing to pee, squirming around, and wetting yourself. However, it sometimes screws up on details by forgetting what people are wearing.
One common mistake is incorrect direction of change: it would sometimes say "she started peeing and her panties became dry" or something along those lines.
The "memories" tab is super important. If you describe the exam scenario in there, you get a normal exam. Add a line "many of the girls will need to pee" and they start squirming around.
This is pretty addictive. |
This one took little prompting, although for a few of the stories I had to tell the AI to try again quite a few times:
I was sitting in the park reading a book when a cute blonde in her 20s walked over to the water fountain. She was obviously walking gingerly and breathing slightly differently than normal. After getting a drink she walked over and sat at a bench about 10 feet from me. She continued to shift her weight from one side to the other and played with her hair. Finally she quietly said "I have to pee". After about a minute she got up and walked behind a tree that was about 50 feet from me. I heard the "splash" of her pee hitting the ground. She must have been really full because it was a loud pee.
Another time, I was sitting at the beach near the water when I saw a very hot young woman walk down to the shore and start playing with her phone. After a few minutes, she started to tap her foot and squirm slightly. She put down the towel she was carrying and walked towards the water. When she got about 5 feet from the water she stopped, took a very deep breath and closed her eyes. She then proceeded to wade into the water until it was about waist deep and stopped. She took a couple more very deep breaths and let out a sigh. Then she turned and looked directly at me, smiled, and then turned away.
There was also a time I was walking with my friend Amy. She had to pee really bad. We were walking along and all of a sudden she stopped. She was holding her stomach and breathing very heavily.
She whispered to me "I can't hold it anymore" and then she took off running down an alleyway. I kept walking and waited. After about a minute I heard the splashing of her pee hitting the pavement. Then I heard her let out a sigh of relief. After that I walked down the alley and found her standing there with a big grin on her face.
Amy often had to pop a squat like that. I remember one time I was at the library and she called me from across the room. When I got over to her she told me she was about to pee her pants. She told me the story of how she had to go so bad on the walk over that she actually did pee her pants a little. She got really red in the face and her eyes were watering.
I once met a woman that was constantly having accidents. It was almost like she was addicted to them. She once told me that she was once standing in a long line at the bank when she felt a sudden urge to pee. She said that she tried to hold it, but when the teller called her name she felt a sudden rush of pee going into her panties. She didn't even make it to the bathroom. She just pulled her panties aside, squatted behind a potted plant and peed on the floor.
I don't know if she was messing with me or not, but I have heard a lot of stories from her. Like the time she was at a company party and had one too many drinks. On the way home she had to pee really bad. She was walking along the sidewalk and tried to hold it. When she got to a bus stop she started to leak a little. Finally, she just couldn't hold it any longer. She turned away from the people at the bus stop and pulled down her pants. She spread her feet apart and just started to let it all out. The flood of pee was making a splashing sound as it hit the ground. When she finished she pulled up her pants and walked home without saying a word to anyone.
I once went on a trip with a woman I will call Amy. We were hiking in the woods when she suddenly stopped. She said she couldn't go another step because she needed to pee so bad. She told me she would be right back and walked into the woods. I set down my knapsack and waited. After about a minute I heard the sounds of her pee hitting the leaves. I could even smell it.
One time I saw two girls peeing together. It was a Thursday night and I was at a club called the Funky Monkey. This is a hot spot for college kids in town. Anyway, there were these two girls at the bar drinking Long Islands. They were both very pretty with long blond hair. They must have been Scandinavian or something. Anyway, they kept buying each other more and more drinks. By this time it was pretty late and they were both drunk. The music was really loud so nobody could really hear anything. They looked at each other and nodded. Then they both stood up and walked toward the bathroom. They were walking pretty funny. I saw one of them hold the door open for the other. Then I saw them lean up against the wall and let loose. They both peed together for at least a minute. Their streams hissed on the tile floor. I was fascinated. I can't wait to tell my friends about this.
One time I went on a date with a girl named Alison. We were driving around in her car looking for a place to park. She kept saying that she had to pee really bad. She was driving and I was looking out the window. All of a sudden, Alison screams, "I'm peeing!" At the same time I hear this splashing sound. I turned around and looked at her lap. She had pissed all over the inside of her car. She was staring straight ahead with a blank look on her face.
One time during an exam in university I really had to pee. I itched and scratched and bit my lip trying to hold it in, but after a few minutes I just couldn't anymore. I started to slowly piss my panties. It felt so good! When the exam was over I just went back to my dorm and changed into some clean underwear.
I love seeing a woman squirm around because she has to go so bad. I think I've seen almost all the girls in our office at one time or another pee their panties because they were desperate to go. Often, at the end of a meeting, some of the women will dash out of the room in a desperate search for a toilet. Once, I came out of a meeting to see three of the women standing around one of their friends. It seems she had gone in her panties. I saw them later in the washroom washing the smell of pee out of them. |
I invite you to accompany me on a day when I am to make a policy speech at a meeting and you agreed. It is an important gathering of people I wish to influence for a cause upon which I was working. I put a lot of time and effort into the preparation, and while I had done hundreds of such presentations, this one was making me anxious. So, I was quite glad that I would have a friend in the audience.
We arranged to meet for breakfast, in advance. I gave you the address and then made my way there upon waking the next morning. I was the first to arrive and was seated. You entered the room shortly thereafter. I looked up and became aroused. You were were wearing the dress I liked, which reveled a healthy amount of cleavage and came to slightly above the knee. You wore knee lengthy boots, and underneath those boots, I could immediately detect that you wore knee socks. I was then immediately sure, although I could not yet confirm that you wore the underwear that I liked, as I concluded that you had decided to dress to make my horny.
You took your seat as if all was normal. It was far from normal for me, but we were in public and decorum needed to be met. I arose to great you to my table.
, although my body was not the only thing that was standing at attention. You extended your hand and there was a flirtatious smile on your face. I took your hand and grasped it and guided you to your seat. I otherwise was reserved and was careful not to publicly display any undue affection.
You consumed a copious amount of liquid during our breakfast. Included was a full glass of water, a full glass of juice and three cups of coffee. It began to dawn on me what you were doing. On the surface we conversed about many things, none of them sexual, and we certainly did not make any reference at all to the things you were in the process of doing to drive me crazy. Appearances did need to be maintained and we had no idea as to who might be listening to us. All I know was that my mind and heart had begun to race.
We concluded breakfast. I paid the bill and we got up to leave. I expected, given your consumption, that you would have excused yourself. However, you did no such thing. We exited the building and I hailed a cab. I opened the rear door to allow you to get in. It is at the moment that you got into the back seat that my suspicion was confirmed. You gave me able opportunity to see up your skirt and I seized that visual moment. You, of course, were wearing cotton panties. They were of a pastel color, rose to be precise. I also distinctly saw a very small wet patch. OMG.
I got into the cab next to you. You then leaned over and whispered in my ear, that you really needed to pee, and that, in fact, some may have come out in your panties. i was wild with lust, but was now a bit annoyed as well. "you know that that may speech is very important! What are you trying to do to me?!" You just gave me a very devilish grin. I wanted to admonish you and fuck you at the same time. Any thought of being frisky with you in the cab was mentally dismissed as it was broad daylight. Also, I certainly needed to get my head in the game.
Although the cab ride was short, you did put on a show. you crossed your legs and began to pump your leg, knowing full well that as to how I would interpret what you were doing. You reached down and adjusted your knee socks, pulling both of them a bit higher. You were killing me.
We got out of the cab and immediately I got drawn into meeting people. I introduced you to t a few people, but we soon had to separate. I tried to be in the moment, as I had to engage with several people before my speech. However, I was also highly aroused and flustered as a result.
Within 30 minutes, I mounted the podium and move to the center to address the audience. When I looked out to the audience, you were sitting there right in front. You saw me see you and you immediately mouthed the words, "I still need to pee." OMG, you are so damned naughty. Your legs were crossed and again, you reached down and pulled up your knee socks.
i somehow made it through the speech. I forced myself not to look at you. Following the speech, there were more to follow and I had to sit there on the platform. My eyes wondered back to you, as I sat there. You put on a very delicious show. You crossed and recrossed your legs and did some discreet squirming. You maintained a very discreet manner and only you and I knew was was happening. I nearly came in my pants. I had to think of something else, as I could not cum in my pants and, I had to soon stand up. Through utter concentration, I got myself in order and was able to not embarrass myself when I did have to stand.
We arrived at a break. I had to mingle. Eventually, I was able to leave the room.
You were immediately in tow. I was both very cross with you and highly aroused. I pull you in a room, close and lock the door. It was an empty conference room with chairs arranged around a conference table. I sternly admonish you for your behavior. I then sit and pull you across my knee. I lift up your skirt and began to swat your bottom. I give you five good swats, thoroughly enjoying the feel of my hand landing on your cotton panties. However, you know that by the feel of the hard on now sticking in your abdomen. Not satisfied that you are really feel the wrath of my ire, I then pull down your panties. I see that the wet spot has grown a little larger, but not by much. You certainly did manage to contain all that pee, all morning long. I then began to swat your now exposed rear end, quite hard and it became redder with each swat. You begged me to stop, complaining that you had to pee and that my spanking might cause it to come out.
After about twenty wacks, you managed to keep everything under control. It was I who was out of control. We were both snapped back into reality as we heard the door being jingled, as someone attempted to enter the room. It was looked of course, but we immediately had to compose ourselves. Who knew if that person had a key.
You stood up, yanked off your panties and placed them in my hand. you then composed yourself and left the room. I stuffed the panties and attempted to compose myself, as I had to go back into the room, mount the stage and participate in a round table discussion. How was I ever going to do that?
I left you with a very full bladder, sans your panties, as I headed back into the conference to participate in a panel discussion. The panties, which had been moistened with what could be some pee, or maybe some sexual lubrication, or both, where now in my pants pocket. I was wildly horny and I had to duck into a corner to adjust myself. I had to straighten out my erection so that it stood straight up and not straight out. I needed to immediately look presentable.
I took the stage and took my seat. You took yours too, right in the front row. It was obvious, in how quickly you followed me, that you did not detour, in any way, to mitigate your predicament.
The panel included three others and a moderator. Although there were significant gaps of time where I did not speak, it was imperative that I pay attention.
Your presence, in your predicament, was not at all helpful. I was getting to be quite cross with you. I was, out of my mind, horny, and I could not show it.
You continued to act, like you did, before the break. You continued to squirm in your seat and cross and recross your legs. You continued to tease me mercilessly. Worst of all, you paid very close attention to all on stage and knew when to strike, knowing full well that I was always keeping you in sight. When you sensed the others where looking elsewhere, you would slowly uncross your legs and give me a very clear shot up your skirt. Omg, I nearly came in my pants.
There was more than once where I had to have a question repeated. I suspect some even thought there was something wrong with me. I knew I was sweating and must have looked flush. I was struggling, to say the least.
The session, mercifully, came to an end and the program moved on to another speaker. I immediately went into the audience and, somewhat roughly and abruptly, grabbed you by the arm and all but dragged you out of the auditorium. Although I was trying to act in a manner that did not draw undue attention, I an afraid I was indeed overacting and drawing attention.
I dragged you into the hallway and down the corridor to the elevators. I did not speak a word to you. I was a bit of a mess, both full of lust and more than a bit cross. I was going to teach you a lesson and you knew what was coming. You began to whimper.
When the elevator door closed, i pushed you up against the wall and rapidly slipped my hand up under your skirt. My finger, first one finger, and then the other, entered you. I sternly said, "you humiliated me, and now you are going to learn your lesson."
Before I could do much in the way of digital stimulation, the elevator reached its destination, and I withdrew my hand as rapidly as I inserted it.
I dragged you out of the elevator, a bit more roughly as there was no longer an audience. Down the hallway I marched you until we were outside the room. I insisted the key card and opened the door. I then swept you off your feet and on to the bed. I immediately dove in between your legs. You tried to kick me off and voiced protests about having to pee very badly and not wanting to wet the bed. I cut you off in your protests and stated that if you played games then games would be played on you with all the attendant consequences.
I then reinserted both my fingers in your pussy and immediately began torturing your g-spot by making "cum hither" movements with my curled fingers. I also began torturing your pee filled pussy with my tongue. I licked your lips and teased your clit with passing strokes, slowly, giving it more and more the attention it craved. With my other hand, I pressed down on your lower abdomen, also causing increased urgency. I then incorporated sucking, gentle biting and kissing of your clit, as I continually changed up the sensation. You did not know what you would feel next, other than the unimaginable urge to pee. You had not idea whether you would pee or cum, or do both. The pressure was unbelievable. I played you like a musical instrument. I backed off as soon as you approached the edge. I did this repeatedly. The peaks and valleys were getting shorter and shorter. It was very intense.
Just when I sensed that orgasm denial was not going to be sustained anymore, I moved away from you. I then dragged you on my knee and yanked up your skirt. I then said that I hope you were learning your lesson about playing with fire. I then began to administer your punishment. I began to spank your bare bottom until it was very red. Your kept pleading me to stop as it was going to cause you to pee.
After twenty good swats, I felt that you had enough punishment. I also was quite impressed with your ability to hold. I sat you up on the bed. I stood over you. I spoke gently. I explained why I was so upset. You could barely pay attention to my words, you had to either cum or pee so bad. I gently touched your face and brushed your hair. You looked so beautiful. I played with your hair. I loved my hand to your shirt, which was still on. I unbuttoned it slowly. I hugged you and kissed you on your lips. I moved my kisses lower on your body. I unclasped your lacy bra and I fondled your breasts. My kissing moved to your breasts. I licked and kissed your nipples. You were panting due the many signals your body was sending. The stimulation of your nipples was not helping. I pushed you back on the bed and then moved between your legs again. I finished you off with my mouth and my fingers. Your orgasm was very intense, followed immediately by my trusting my hard cock into you and thrusting hard and fast with all the pent up energy the last few hours of excitement had caused. My orgasm was as intense as yours.
As we embraced on a now very wet bed, we both felt spent, but very good. |
Today Severus thought he would work on some potions that needed to be done for the hospital wing. He made sure to get everything ready before he started including getting drinks ready so he wouldn’t have to leave during the time he was making his potions.
He got started, he thought he would start with some pain relievers, something easy. As time when on he was constantly drinking, unaware of how this was going to effect him later.
He then decided to move on to some of the more complicated potions but thought he would take a break to get a quick bite to eat. After eating he saw it was getting late so he decided to start on the rest of the potions straight away. Completely forgetting that he should have got to the loo before starting the potions.
He had just started a really complicated potion when he felt a twinge in his bladder and he started to think when was the last time he went to the toilet. He had not been since he morning pee and it was now 9 in the evening. He thought he would finish the potion he was working on and ignore his bladder. He could make it.
He soon realised that all the liquid he had been drinking thought the day was starting to catch up with him. He also still had 5 hours left on his complicated potion, he was starting to get worried.
After another half an hour of concentrating on his potion he got a more urgent twinge from his bladder saying he was pretty full.
Severus was getting really worried. Thinking he might not be able to make it.
Another hour went by and Severus was shuffling about on the spot trying to keep his bladder in check. He kept telling himself that he had to hold it for only another 3 and half hours and then he can get the sweet relief he wants. But the potion was important and it would be a waste of ingredients if he left now an fine he would have to start again.
Another hour down Severus was seriously thinking he was going to piss himself in his potion lab. But at least nobody would witness it he thought.
2 hours left on the potion and Severus was trying to concentrate on the potion and not on his bladder.
Severus reached down to squeeze his crotch in an effort to see if it help to keep all that piss inside him. But he had to focus on the potion lest he ruin it and all this holding would be for nothing.
1 hour left and Severus thought he might make it. But then he lost a spurt. Severus grabbed his crotch quickly trying to contain the flood inside him. Severus was string to panic and think he really might not make it to bathroom let alone finish his potion.
He only had 45 minutes left on his potion, so Severus thought he would rough it out and stay till he finished his potion, hoping this wouldn’t be a bad idea.
Another spurt escaped and Severus grabbed his dick through his pants, luckily it was just a same one and Severus breathed a sign of relief.
Severus looked at the clock only 30 minutes left he could make it there was only a few more steps on his potion to complete it, he couldn’t give up now.
One of Severus’ hand was planted firmly on his dick to help keep any spurts of urine escaping from his full to bursting bladder. He could not stand still, shifting from side to side praying that his bladder would not release its self all over his trousers.
Severus was trying really hard to focus on his potion and not the tsunami that was going to come.
10 minutes left for the potion and then he would bottle and go and have a very long relieving piss.
Another spurt escaped a longer one this time like 3 seconds and Severus had a hard time stopping it but he managed it. Having a vice like grip on his dick to help keep the flood in, hopping up and down, trying to get the time to hurry up so he could pee.
Severus was thinking how he would have to get he way back to his quarters when he was this desperate for a piss.
He checked the time and the potion had 1 minutes to set the he could put it into bottles and be on his was to have the best piss of his life.
The timer went off. Just bottle and then he can leave for his quarters.
Everything bottled with difficulty.
Severus now had both hands on his dick and was thinking of how to get to his quarters quick as possible.
He exited his lab and slowly made his was to his quarters hoping no more spurts escaped from his overfilled bladder or that he ran into any students with his hands on his dick trying to keep all that piss in.
Finally he got to his quarters, but a spurt of piss escaped the biggest one, he gripped his dick even tighter and looked to see what his trousers looked like. He could see streaks of his piss down one leg if his trousers. He hoped he made it to his bathroom before any more leaks.
He saw his bathroom door and thought finally I can get relief I have craved for over 4 hours.
Severus opened the bathroom door an this bladder fog excited and start to release its self but Severus clamped hard on his dick saying “no no no I’m so close I can’t piss myself in front of the toilet”.
Severus grabbed his button and zipper on his trousers at the same time he hobbled over to the toilet not even bothering to closed the door.
Cause he hands were wet for the leaks, he struggled to undo his zipper all the while leaks were escaping from his dick even though he still had one hand gripping tightly to his dick.
Just as he got his zipper down he bladder had had enough and started to release its self and Severus release a long groan, all the while trying to stem the flow long enough to get his dick out of his pants. He couldn’t
So he just stopped trying and just pulled out his rebellious firehose, getting piss everywhere, the window, his towels, the floor all before getting his aim under control. Before he fully relaxed and let the piss just flow out of him, as he had wanted it to all those hours ago. The relief he was feeling was orgasmic and his moans could be classed as his reaching his completion. He was moaning his relief I so loud he thought someone might hear him.
He finally got to piss and that was all he wanted.
After his piss finally tapered off, he began to get hard, which wasn’t unusual for him cause he had a bit of a piss kink. He slowly stroked his now hard dick using the piss as lubricant, he body shook with pleasure as his orgasm overtook him, making his whole body shake, he had to grab onto the wall to keep from falling as the intense orgasm washed over him.
Spent from the relief of both kind, he quickly hopped into the shower to wash all the piss off his, throwing his clothes in the laundry basket. Then falling into bed, hoping he would be up too many times during the night to pee. |
Today Severus thought he would work on some potions that needed to be done for the hospital wing. He made sure to get everything ready before he started including getting drinks ready so he wouldn’t have to leave during the time he was making his potions.
He got started, he thought he would start with some pain relievers, something easy. As time when on he was constantly drinking, unaware of how this was going to effect him later.
He then decided to move on to some of the more complicated potions but thought he would take a break to get a quick bite to eat. After eating he saw it was getting late so he decided to start on the rest of the potions straight away. Completely forgetting that he should have got to the loo before starting the potions.
He had just started a really complicated potion when he felt a twinge in his bladder and he started to think when was the last time he went to the toilet. He had not been since he morning pee and it was now 9 in the evening. He thought he would finish the potion he was working on and ignore his bladder. He could make it.
He soon realised that all the liquid he had been drinking thought the day was starting to catch up with him. He also still had 5 hours left on his complicated potion, he was starting to get worried.
After another half an hour of concentrating on his potion he got a more urgent twinge from his bladder saying he was pretty full.
Severus was getting really worried. Thinking he might not be able to make it.
Another hour went by and Severus was shuffling about on the spot trying to keep his bladder in check. He kept telling himself that he had to hold it for only another 3 and half hours and then he can get the sweet relief he wants. But the potion was important and it would be a waste of ingredients if he left now an fine he would have to start again.
Another hour down Severus was seriously thinking he was going to piss himself in his potion lab. But at least nobody would witness it he thought.
2 hours left on the potion and Severus was trying to concentrate on the potion and not on his bladder.
Severus reached down to squeeze his crotch in an effort to see if it help to keep all that piss inside him. But he had to focus on the potion lest he ruin it and all this holding would be for nothing.
1 hour left and Severus thought he might make it. But then he lost a spurt. Severus grabbed his crotch quickly trying to contain the flood inside him. Severus was string to panic and think he really might not make it to bathroom let alone finish his potion.
He only had 45 minutes left on his potion, so Severus thought he would rough it out and stay till he finished his potion, hoping this wouldn’t be a bad idea.
Another spurt escaped and Severus grabbed his dick through his pants, luckily it was just a same one and Severus breathed a sign of relief.
Severus looked at the clock only 30 minutes left he could make it there was only a few more steps on his potion to complete it, he couldn’t give up now.
One of Severus’ hand was planted firmly on his dick to help keep any spurts of urine escaping from his full to bursting bladder. He could not stand still, shifting from side to side praying that his bladder would not release its self all over his trousers.
Severus was trying really hard to focus on his potion and not the tsunami that was going to come.
10 minutes left for the potion and then he would bottle and go and have a very long relieving piss.
Another spurt escaped a longer one this time like 3 seconds and Severus had a hard time stopping it but he managed it. Having a vice like grip on his dick to help keep the flood in, hopping up and down, trying to get the time to hurry up so he could pee.
Severus was thinking how he would have to get he way back to his quarters when he was this desperate for a piss.
He checked the time and the potion had 1 minutes to set the he could put it into bottles and be on his was to have the best piss of his life.
The timer went off. Just bottle and then he can leave for his quarters.
Everything bottled with difficulty, another spurt escaped his dick while he bottling the potion.
He then thought to himself he will never make it to his quarters, a much longer leak escape and he thought he better find something quick that he can piss in before he pisses himself.
Frantically looking around while both hand were vice liked gripped on his dick trying to prevent more piss leaking into his pants.
The small leaks started to turn into a small stream while Severus was looking for somewhere to pee.
Severus then spotted his dirty cauldrons that he was going to clean tomorrow, and thought it was either this or pissing his pants.
His mind made up and the piss staring to get a more forceful stream Severus quickly made his was over to the dirty cauldrons all the while pulling out his spraying pissing dick, spraying piss all over the floor.
Now his dick was out of his pants and trousers the piss was coming out more forceful and Severus bit back a moan and pointed his dick in the first dirty cauldrons and finally let go of all that pent up piss and a flood exited his bladder at an alarming rate and it even had Severus thinking one cauldron won’t be enough.
He tried to stop his piss long enough to aim into another cauldron and he finally relaxed and let the piss flow and the relief flood over him and he finally got to piss.
Moaning out loud as all that piss flowed out.
Finally the stream finished and Severus look down at what he had done and he first thoughts were that was hot but then humiliation kicked in and he thought how he couldn’t even get back to his quarters to pee.
Severus did have a piss kink but he only wanted to do this sort of thing alone in his quarters.
Severus quickly cleaned up his mess with a wave of his wand. And made his was back to his quarters.
When he got back to his quarters, he thought about the relief he felt when finally letting go of all that piss and he dick started to get hard in his still wet pants.
So Severus slowly started to rub he dick through his trousers, feeling pleasure run through him, as he slower started to build towards he orgasm because he was so turned on it didn’t take long for him to be on the brink of orgasm.
Severus again thought of the moment he fully let go of his piss and his orgasm over took him and he shuddered as he cummed in his pants. His orgasm was so powerful he sank to his knees am shaking and moaning as the pleasure over took him as it never had before.
Once Severus was sure he could stand again he made his was to the bathroom, pissed again for a good 30 seconds and hopped into the shower.
He then went to his room and got into bed and hoped he wouldn’t be up too many times during the night as he had to be up early tomorrow. |
Hello everyone! I have a special treat for everyone, that I hope you will all enjoy. Recently I have fallen in love with the Persona series, more specifically Persona 4. Thus I have commissioned @AuthorFaust to write some lovely stories that I am about to share with you all tonight (of course with his permission). This thread will be where I post his wonderful works of art about Persona 4, more will come as I commission it or feel like sharing. These are all short stories maybe only 1000 words or so each, but they are all lovely. Some might contain messing, thus this thread is tagged as such, but most will be pure wetting. I will of course, before each post, have a title and will tag the post accordingly so nobody is duped.
This set of stories are aimed at following my favorite character Yukiko and her interactions with Yu the main protagonist of the game. Typical warning, there will be potential spoilers for the game as it goes throughout the timeline and messes with different events that occur in the game. So you have been warned. Other characters will appear (my favorites being Rise, Kanji, and Naoto) so I will be tagging them at the top of the story too. The titles of each "chapter" will also be my own invention more so directed towards setting the scene of the narrative.
With all this being said I hope you enjoy the wonderful Faust Fictions.
Characters: Yukiko and Yu
Contains: Wetting
Summer Exams
'Come on... Focus...'
The raven haired girl scrawled about, pen-to-paper, as the sweltering heat of summer started to peek in through the windows.
The Inaba schools weren't the most...recent, so a novelty like an Air conditioner was functionally unheard of, prompting the students to bring in refreshments to combat the heat....
'At least I have my summer uniform..' the girl thought as she took another sip of her tea.... gently marking down the next answers as she saw them. If she was still in her winter uniform, with the black tights coupled to her uniform, it would be positively Unbearable.
Her hands were deftly penning answer after answer, circling choices, and moving about with the intellect of a well-studied individual, but there was one question around halfway through the exam that she couldn't so readily answer..
Pang
How to deal with all of the tea her body had processed.
'Maybe... I should have rationed the tea a little better..'
Her bottle was nearly empty, and though it meant she was quite refreshed mentally....
The tensing, and shifting of her thighs proved she was having... a bit of an issue.
'Just a few questions left..' she thought, glancing about quietly as she kept writing and circling.... One leg crossing over the other, and some slight shifts to her posture fought to combat the mounting count of tinkle in her body....
With twenty minutes to go, the Heiress had finally managed to lay down her pen.... Confident in her answers, and done with the exam in it's entirety.
More than she could say for her kung-fu obsessed friend, and the similarly brown haired figure beside her... Despite her best efforts, Hanamura seemed doomed to mediocrity, yet again.
With her gaze returning over her answer sheet, she assured herself she just had to double-check her answers to pass the time.......But..One question remained. One that she couldn't change, once it had been answered....
'Come on... how long can fifteen minutes be?' She thought, resting a hand in her lap as she tried to delicately, subtly apply pressure to her slightly strained personal water spout.... Not wanting to progress to full on holding in such a crowded classroom....
But not wanting to risk shaming herself either. It was.... An ordeal, reading over mountains, recollecting old historical figures...Trying to not notice as her classmates constantly titled back and drank drink after drink...Beverage for beverage..Drop for drop... As every swirl of liquid made her body feel that much tenser... As a sound filled the air..
Thump..Sssssssssssh
"Ahh..! Damn It!"
For a moment, she worried she had sprung a leak.... But, no, it was just Yosuke having knocked over his bottled water... again.
The pooling, swirling puddle didn't do her imagination any favors, but after the initial shock, she managed to compose herself.... Legs tensing, and personal muscles clenching as she looked up at the clock... Praying.. willing It to go just a touch faster...
'Just... five... more... minutes..'
She had begun to sweat again by the time class was soon to depart, be it from the tension, or the heat, she couldn't be entirely sure...
But, the moment the bell rang, and the teacher called for everyone to bring their tests forward...
Zoom
She darted from her seat to the Teacher's desk, hearing the rumbling of students fill the halls as they celebrated their much-desired freedom.... And she could finally make her way towards solving that last problem before it answered itself..
Getting to the school bathrooms.
"Sorry... Excuse me... Pardon me.." She called out as she bobbed and weaved through the herd of students on the second floor, doing her best to avoid bumping into any as she felt her posture stiffening.
'I hope that's just sweat' she thought as she felt a sort of dampness just underneath her skirtline... swerving to pass a herd of students headed opposite her once again, before seeing her destination......
And the absolute herd of girls standing in a queue outside it.
Yasogami wasn't the most crowded school, but in times of prominent stress and pressure, it was amazing how many students could all congest the way towards a destination....
Especially when that destination had a time limit more important to meet than any standardized test could ever feel in the moment..
'Eight... nine....Ten girls outside..?!' Yukiko counted, with knocking knees and growing anxiety. 'And there could be more inside.....'
There was no way... The idea of trying to endure through nearly a dozen other students in a similarly precarious state... And not involuntarily shaming herself... It was mad to even entertain the thought.
'I..I'll just go back to the inn..!' she thought, finally allowing her hand to dip to her skirt as she went back into the (Thankfully thinning) Crowd, heading towards the exit of the school. 'It's got to be a shorter wait than this..'
Guaranteed to be cleaner too.
As the Heiress stumbled, and staggered her way through the halls, she eventually managed to come to the last major obstacle in escaping the school...
The staircase.
Little bumps, going up or down, had always been troubling when you had a school as old as Yasogami, but doing so on a proverbial full tank as well?
'Trying to rush this will just end in disaster..' she thought cooly, rationally. 'I...will give it a bit to clear up, and then i'll make my way down the stairs.'
Mercifully, it was only one flight. Cruelly, however, were the thinning crowds of students frantic for their own escape..... Leaving the girl to back against the wall to avoid being bumped into, and bouncing her legs nervously as pressure mounted...
Pang...pang...pang..
The urge was compounding, and the need was rising... But, just as she felt it was getting a bit too tough, she could see the end of the herds, and as such.. Her opening.
'Okay.. just gotta make it down..' She thought, as she took the first step. 'Slow and steady... Just need to keep in contr-'
It was a good attempt, but with her body quivering every which way, precision was a near-impossibility.. And, with her focus in composing her own body, she managed to slip at just the last bundle of steps....
Feeling herself falling down the last few, and....
"Gh...! Are you alright?'
She tumbled right into someone else. Though she didn't crash into the floor as hard as she had feared, her staggered posture had forced her legs apart in a futile effort to keep balance....
Sssssssh... Ssssssssshhhh..
As the sudden swell of liquid in her took it's opening, quickly sputtering and spraying down her inner thighs and trickling down her legs....
The rest of her strength quickly evaporating as her now-wobbly knees gave out... And she finally fell to the ground against her would-be savior..
"Ahhhh... Ahhhhhhhh...
It was already embarrassing to fall from such an easy motion..but...
Sssssssssh.. sssssssshshsshshshsshhhh
The stumble, coupled with the loud, vicious release made the heiress blush as red as her jacket.... No longer just sputtering, but full on gushing on the wooden floor of the hallway, and she hadn't even looked up to see who had tried to catch her.
"Ah... Y..Yukiko.."
If she could turn any redder, she would have... That voice being all too familiar, as she anxiously jerked her head up....
Seeing Yu, staring with shock as he had been holding her shoulders, before her untimely descent into the depths of wetness....
Wide-eyed, and mouth agape..... As she could only aggressively wet herself, blushing and quivering with every passing moment.
""Y...Y..Y..." she started, feeling the quivers of relief wash over her, and the shivers of fear filling her eyes. She couldn't quite know why, but of all the people to find her in such an... immature, indecent state... In such a compromising position...
Yu being the one it was, made her heart pound in the worst possible way, as if all of her worst fears were being brought back to life.....
Yet, he didn't seem to be upset about her situation.. .No, it had a look of... Angelic understanding as her body started to finally taper off, looking at her with kind, gentle eyes as he kept his hand down for her.
"Are you hurt..?" he asked, Yukiko being a touch... taken aback by how he didn't seem troubled by her unfortunate accident.... Taking his hand quietly.
"I... Um... No.. I'm... .." she muttered weakly, her eyes nearly slamming shut in embarrassment as she took the boy's hand.. Standing on shaky legs, as she couldn't bring herself to meet his gaze.
It was... a strange feeling. Warm, and fuzzy... Yet maddeningly embarrassing. She wanted to scream, to cry, to do a whole lot of things....
But, for some reason, Yu acting like it was no big deal..As if it was some simple, day to day thing...
It assured her... And made her want to find out more about this warm feeling he made her feel... |
Emma first year university , Violet first year university , Odette, second year university and Claire Third year university All four is a group known at the university
Today is a long holiday for university. All four people are invited to go on a long holiday.But they still don't know where to travel. So all four of them took a car and drove indefinitely in case there was a place they wanted to go.With the seats of the four people as follows
Emma sitting in the back with Odette Violet sat in the seat next to the driver and Claire is the driver. Before leaving, they had a large glass of soda in the center of the car, according to their number. The traffic is jammed like the general capital traffic. While the cars were waiting for the traffic lights, they agreed on where to go.
‘ Where are we going? ’ Claire opens the issue.
‘ Should we go to the mall? ’ Emma proposed up
‘ We go there every week. ’ Odette speaks while sipping soda.
‘ So where are we going? ’ Emma asked Odette back.
Violet listened to them, arguing with each other by searching the front of the car and finding a piece of paper.
‘ If it were here, should we go? ’ Violet proposed by giving that paper to Emma.
‘ The sea? Just opened shortly. ’
‘ Then shall we go There is not that far away either. ’ Claire adds, looking for the coordinates of the sea
‘ Then let's go ’ Everyone agreed to go there and the traffic lights let them go.
Claire keeps driving according to the coordinates until he stays on the highway. The heat from the afternoon air made them sip soda together more often.
‘The traffic began to jam again maybe there is an accident ahead.’Claire complains while sipping a soda too.
‘ It will take a long time before we reach the end of this highway. ’ Violet says by sipping more soda.
‘ Violet. If you drink it a lot, be careful you will want to piss. ’As Odette is Violet's older sister, she warns her sister.
‘ Don't worry, Odette. I'm not a child anymore to not hold it for a long time. ’ Violet replies and drinks all of the soda.
‘ So until the highway is over, you don't just look for the restrooms. ’ Odette tells Violet, who is cocky, drinks all soda before everyone else.
After 30 minutes the car moved not far from where they had been. And the effect of the soda they drink is starting to work. Each person starts to move their legs, depending on who is the most affected by the soda is violet she shook her legs more than others and asked Claire if
‘ Claire How far will it be to get past this highway? ’
‘ What's going on? Violet A few minutes ago, you still told me, 'You're not a child anymore'. ’
Odette tease Violet.Violet blushed and told her sister that
‘ Be quiet, Odette. I just want to know how far it is. ’ She spoke while shaking her legs.
Claire rubbed her thighs and told Violet that
‘ Probably about 30 kilometers that we will pass this highway and look for the bathroom. ’
Everyone listens to Claire and tries not to sip soda often.
After another 20 minutes, Violet used both hands to touch the vagina almost all the time, but luckily the long traffic jam began to move.
‘ Violet, can you still hold it? ’ Claire asks Violet as she moves her thighs more than ever.
‘ Ah, I think I can hold it. ’ Violet knees up in her cushion until she sees the pink underwear and squeezes her vagina.
‘ Please get out of this highway quickly. ’ Emma prayed by rubbing her legs more often
Traffic during this period is flowing. Until they can finally get past the highway and Claire drives a car looking for a gas station or a public restroom nearby.
‘ (Quickly find the bathroom) ’ Violet became more rigid so as not to pee, and if the car stopped suddenly, it would cause her pee to come out.But then Claire brakes the car suddenly because the car in front suddenly brakes
‘ Ah! ’ Violet leaked a little Her pink underwear began to darken and warm liquids smeared on the cushions.Her tears flowed down her cheeks and grew tense.
‘ Claire hurried to find the bathroom. I was about to piss myself. ’
‘ Ah, I know, but there are a lot of cars on this road that don't have the opportunity to go to the sidewalk. ’Claire tells Violet that her thighs are squeezing tightly.
And Claire can now drive to the pavement road, although it takes quite a long time.
‘ Violet, can you still hold it up? ’ Odette asks while the hand is between her legs.
Violet tears down his cheek once more and responds to Odette in a lingering tone.
‘ I can't wait even a second. ’
Then Violet relaxed herself and a warm golden liquid came out.
PSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
The warm liquids poured down on her underwear and Claire's car seat.
wet pants became even more wet
( That sound would be happy. ) Emma thought and restless and try not to hear the sound of pee.
( Oh, Violet. I also want to piss. ) Odette is using both hands to fill the vagina and squeeze the thighs more since hearing Violet's pee voice.
( Ah, I have to find the gas station as soon as possible. Otherwise i would ) Claire couldn't put her hand between her legs because she had to hold the steering wheel so she shook her legs more than ever.
After a while, Violet was absolutely finished. She cried and told Claire.
‘ Sorry, Claire. My pee has smeared your car seat. I will clean ’
‘ It's all right, Violet. You have already tried your best. ’
And Claire drives a gas station near the sea.
( Oh, thank God, the bathroom is right in front of me. ) Emma contracted and prayed for Claire to park the car quickly.
‘ Claire, hurry. I want to piss. ’ Odette kneels and squeezes her vagina.
Claire finished parking. All three quickly opened the car door without time to close the car door and rushed to the bathroom.
But it seems like heaven bullying, the bathrooms that they want have a long queue
‘ Ah, what should we do? Claire ’ Emma asked by crossing her leg and her hand tucked between the legs.
‘ Ah, can you hold it until we get to the sea? We'll use the restroom there. ’ Claire proposed that she was bouncing back and forth a little.
‘ Oh! I think i can hold it ’ Odette squeezed her leg slightly and squeezed her vagina.
All three girls rushed to get in the car.
Start the car and drive to the sea. Driving is fraught with difficulty because Claire has to drive and carry urine.
‘ Ha ha ha ’ Claire is breathing more frequently and shaking his legs more than ever.
‘ Ah, I can. I can. Ah! ’ Odette leaked the shorts. Her legs began to have dark spots.
‘ Find a car park. Hurry. ’ Emma raised her head to Claire's side.
‘ Ha ha I then tried to find a parking space.Ha ha ’ Claire is now leaking out. Dark spots appear on her jeans. Probably more than Odette's shorts
Eventually, they found a car park near the sea, but Claire didn't have time to turn off the car. She then pulled off the seat belt and quickly got out of the car and went to the beach bathroom.
Emma also followed Claire, but Odette didn't move at all.
‘ Odette? ’ Violet looked at Odette with suspicion. And Odette began to whine.
‘ Violet, I think I ... Haaaaaaaaa’ Not yet before Odette could finish speaking, the dark spot on her shorts had widened.
PSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
The golden liquid flows out of the Odette's vagina until the liquid is wet on the bottom of the Odette.
( Wow, Odette is so cute now. ) Violet breathes and has a face full of lust.
And Odette is absolutely pissed off, taking off the shorts, revealing the white underwear and watching the damage that occurred.
Let's go to Claire and Emma. Claire is now at the beachfront bathroom area, but Emma can't wait to leave the line and go to the bathroom at a convenience store.
‘ Welcome How can I help you? ’ The waitress told Emma.
‘ Where is the restroom here? I'm going to piss myself ’ Emma asked the young staff member that she crossed her legs.
‘ On the opposite side of the refrigerator ’ The waitress pointed the finger to the bathroom
‘ Oh! Thank you very much ’ After finished speaking, Emma rushed to the bathroom, but before she could step on his legs, Emma began to leak.
( No stop ) Emma tried to contract the sphincter but was unable to resist the urinary period.
She then rushed to the bathroom. As it came out already.
She was in front of the bathroom and Emma brought her hand to crank the door but it didn't open.
( No, it'll all come out. At least asking to go down to the bathroom is still good. )
Emma knocked on the door frequently, allowing the people inside to come out.
Someone came out, Emma rushed to the toilet, had no time to take off her jeans or shut the door and sat down on the toilet.But it's too late. Emma's pee has gone out in front of the restroom.She covered her face and cried.The waitress went to comfort Emma and went to clean the floor.
Claire's side, she was waiting in line until now, the remaining two will reach your queue. Claire tried to hold urine in every way, but while waiting for the dark spot where her jeans began to expand.
( Just a little more, so I can use the bathroom. Don't just come out now. ) Claire took her hand to fill her vagina and twisted her back and leaked a little more.
And finally, it's her turn to use the bathroom.Claire brought the handle to the bathroom door and there was a girl behind her, clinging to Claire's jeans.
‘ May I go to the bathroom first? ’
Claire's head was hitting each other. Now, one heart told her, 'You have to use the bathroom first or you will piss yourself.' But her other heart said, 'Let this kid use the bathroom first and try to endure a bit more.' and Claire made the decision and told that child
‘ Okay, you use the bathroom first. ’
‘ Thank you Sis ’ And that girl entered the bathroom
After a while, that girl didn't come out.
( Come on, I won't be able to do it. )
And after a while, that girl didn't come out
( Ah, I can't do that. I'll piss myself. ) Claire is leaking more, the dark spots on the jeans are already expanding on her jeans legs.
And Claire noticed the back of the bathroom
( Behind the bathroom, I have to pee there ) Claire rushed to the back of the bathroom to pee but found the girl.
‘ Eh?, you ’ Claire is surprised to see that girl.
‘ hehe,Sis ’ That girl quietly titter, captured by Claire.Claire rushed towards the girl, clinging to that girl's shoulder, and Claire lowered her legs and told
‘ This is the result of what you did to me.Ah! ’ The dark spots of her jeans widened
PSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHH!
And golden liquid coming out of her vagina .Claire's pee came out very long, the sand from the beach could not support Claire's pee's amount, causing it to flood for some time.
And the girl's mother came in
‘ Are you teasing someone about to use the bathroom? ’
‘ M…..Mom ’ Then her mother carried her and immediately apologized to Claire.
‘ I'm sorry that my daughter made you piss. ’ And the girl's mother then walked from Claire
Claire walked back to the car and saw Violet. Odette and Emma who are taking off their pants or skirts
‘ Claire, are you pissing on yourself too? ’
‘ Y….Yes ’ Claire blushed and nodded a bit.
‘ Let it be that matter. Let's change clothes and play in the sea. ’ Odette spoke with her shirt off.
And after that, the Claire changed the dress into a swimsuit and ran to the sea to wash from the pee themselves.
Claire could not swim in the water for a short time and saw that the girl was hit by her mother in the butt, but Claire noticed that the girl's mother's legs were wet, but her butt was not wet.Because her daughter pissed on herself while her mother smacked in the bottom, this would be the result of that child dealing with Claire.
END |
A/N: (This was originally posted to ao3 as the sleepover, but I'm 99% sure I've had a fic with that title here before, so new title time.) Look this is self-indulgent for so many reasons, but basically I just wanted to write all the girls peeing, and needed an excuse to get them in the same place. For all the girls besides Kris, I have multi-chaptered high school AUs planned where each of them enters into a relationship with an older man under sketchy circumstances, and in a half-asleep state, I kept trying to think about who was with Petrel, only to remember no one was. So I was like, fuck it. Put Kris in. I probably won't do the full fic for her or anything, but I wanted her here.
Actually, this is an AU of that AU because none of the girls are friends or know each other well in that AU. It doesn't make sense. I just wanted them to all pee and talk about older men, okay? There's about 1k of them just talking about the older dudes they like, so. that's a thing. Probably useless, I don't care, this fic was a gift to myself
(For reference, Moon likes Nanu, I just haven't outlined her fic and don't know how they meet yet, that's why she keeps it vague)
“That line is way too long,” Hilda groans. “We would be waiting forever.”
“It would be faster to just go back home,” Leaf agrees, “instead of just waiting around in that. Do you guys want to just head back?”
It is her and her twin brother’s birthday today, and while her father has taken Red and his friends out, her mother took her and her friends out. Each of the twins was allowed to have the party of their choice, but when it came down to them having a sleepover, her parents decided to split the parties, with their grandparents offering their house for Red and the handful of boys he would have with him, while Leaf’s nine guests will come back to her house.
After a big dinner, they all wanted to visit the bathroom before going home, but there is a bit of a line, and with ten of them needing to wait in it, it definitely seems like the better idea to wait until they get home. Lyra, Kris, May, Dawn, Hilda, Rosa, Serena, Moon, and Gloria all agree with that, and soon enough, they have loaded up, with some getting in Leaf’s mother’s van, and the others riding with Moon’s mother, who came along just because they knew they would need the extra car space to fit all of the girls.
It isn’t a very long trip for any of them, but on the drive, Leaf begins to get ideas, about how she can make her birthday sleepover a little more interesting. When they get back home, she’ll have to see if the other girls are up for it before any of them go to the bathroom. Her mother is likely to go straight to bed, since she spent a lot of the dinner complaining about how exhausting the birthday planning has been for the twins, so as long as they are quiet, they will be able to get up to whatever they want to.
Once they are back home, she says, “Hey, guys, let’s go to my room real quick.”
“You girls try to keep it down if you stay up late, alright?” her mother says, and the girls agree, before following Leaf to her room, curious about what she is going to say, and why she thought it was so important to ask them all to come to her room right away, when they had all agreed at the restaurant to come straight home to pee.
Needless to say, they are all surprised when Leaf suggests that they don’t go right away, and instead make a game out of it. “We’ll all drink the same amount at certain times, and whoever is the last one standing wins, and gets to actually go to the bathroom.”
“Wait, but doesn’t that mean everyone who loses has to wet themselves?” asks Kris, with wide eyes.
“Sure sounds that way to me,” Rosa says, but there is a mischievous glint in her eyes, as if she already thinks that she would be the one to win, and that she really, really wants to try this out.
“Look, I’ve already totally thought this through. My mom is gonna be out once she goes to bed, the laundry room is on the other side of the house, and we can all just wait to change into our pajamas, so she’ll never find out,” Leaf explains.
“Yeah, but that still doesn’t change what we would be doing ,” Kris replies.
“Are you afraid you’re gonna lose?” May teases, and Kris scowls.
“No, of course not! I just thought it seemed kind of…”
“Kind of hopeless, since I’m going to kick all your asses,” Hilda finishes with a smirk, and with those fighting words dealt out, there is no more question of whether or not they will do this.
“It’s going to be fun!” Lyra insists, seeming incredibly excited.
“Alright, so the rules are, nobody is allowed to go to the bathroom, and we all have to drink at the same time,” Leaf explains, mostly repeating what she has already said. “If you fully pee yourself, you’re out, so you don’t have to drink anymore, but you have to stay in your wet clothes until the end. First one out has to do all the laundry, and the winner...hm…”
“Did you not think of a prize for the winner?” asks Dawn, shaking her head.
“I’ve been making it up as I go along!” Leaf protests.
“How about...in addition to bragging rights, the winner gets one free favor out of each of the losers, redeemable any time?” Gloria suggests. “Like, you could copy homework, borrow any of their clothes, get them to do a chore for you, anything like.”
“So, nine redeemable coupons, basically?” asks Serena.
“Exactly!” she says. “How does that sound, Leaf?”
“I think that’s a pretty good prize! So, I’ll go get some drinks from the kitchen, and you all be good in here! Remember, nobody leaves the room!”
“Then I’m coming with you,” Lyra says. “I’ll make sure you’re not cheating!” Together, the two of them creep to the kitchen, getting the boxes of sodas that Leaf’s parents had bought for the party tonight. With ten girls, it will not be long before it’s all gone, but if their contest goes on much longer than that, then they can all get glasses of water.
Returning to the room, Leaf passes out cans and says, “After we finish them, I’ll set a timer on my phone, and in thirty minutes, we have to drink again.”
Already, there is quite a bit of pressure on all of their bladders. With free refills and a long dinner, they have already had a lot to drink, and already really need to pee. It will only be a matter of time before one of them loses, it is just a matter of who will be the first one to soak themselves. With the prize being a rather appealing one, nobody wants to be the one to lose.
Once the sodas are done with, Moon asks, “So, what are we going to do to kill the time until the next round?”
“We could just do normal sleepover stuff,” Serena replies. “You know, boy gossip or whatever?”
“What, no naked pillow fights?” Hilda teases. “This is just so you can talk about that handsome professor, isn’t it?”
“Says the girl who actually has a boyfriend!” she retorts, earning some laughter from some of the other girls. Of course, that laughter is immediately cut short, as they all collectively realize that it is not helpful to the situation.
“I don’t even have any boys to talk about,” Moon mumbles, “so I’m not going to be able to contribute anything exciting.”
“Really? Nobody? Are you sure you’re not holding out on us?” Lyra teases her, and Moon blushes, but says nothing. If she has some secret crush, none of them are going to be able to get it out of her tonight.
“Leave her alone,” Dawn says. “Rather than teasing her, why don’t you tell us more about how dreamy Mr. Wataru is.”
Upon hearing the name of her long-term substitute, Lyra immediately turns red and stammers, “Th-that’s not fair!”
“You wanted to hear about Moon’s love life, and you’ve definitely gone on about him plenty of times before, so what’s the problem?”
“What was it you said his first name was? Lance?” asks Rosa.
“Stop it!” Lyra protests, but it isn’t long before a chant of Lance-and-Lyra has broken out. “That’s not funny! He’s a really nice guy and a great teacher, so...there!”
“Aw, don’t tease her too much,” Leaf finally intervenes, though she had been one of the chanters just seconds before. “She’s all red.”
“Then you tell us about that creepy guy from the diner,” Rosa says, quickly turning the tables on her.
“What creepy guy?” she asks, feigning innocence.
“Come on, you talk about him all the time! The same creepy guy you go talk to every week!”
“Giovanni isn’t like that! He just likes talking to me is all,” she mumbles.
“He wears a suit just to go out, and the guys who’re with him are definitely shady,” Hilda replies. “Creepy or not, he’s definitely not on the right side of the law.”
“Well, neither is your boyfriend, considering he’s going out with you.”
For a moment, no one has anything to say to that. Though they all seem to share the same taste for guys that are too old to them- even if Moon won’t admit to it- Hilda is the only one to have actually gotten anywhere with it. After hitting it off with an older man at a business party her parents held at her house, she has been seeing him in secret, a scandal that her friends are endlessly interested in.
“Honestly, I’m surprised you came to my kiddy party, when you could have just told your mom you were coming and then snuck off to have a romantic night with Grimsley.”
“You say that like I’m not planning on using Rosa as an excuse to do that tomorrow.”
“Aw, what? You mean we aren’t actually hanging out?” Rosa asks, pretending to be shocked before dissolving into giggles. Suddenly, she stops laughing, pressing her thighs together and biting her lip.
“Are you about to be our first loser?” asks May, staring at her intently.
“No, I’m not! I stopped it before I could leak. But, seriously, let’s lay off the jokes?” she suggests, with a nervous smile. Before anyone can try and make her laugh again, she changes the subject by saying, “What about you, May? Anyone special in your life?”
“Oh, I don’t know about that,” she mumbles. “I mean, my dad would kill me if I started dating, or maybe just whoever I was dating. And we’ve finally started getting close again, and that’s just been great…”
“Aw, come on, nobody wants to hear you talk about your dad , we want juicy details!” Rosa interrupts, not noticing the way that May is blushing. “Alright, let me find someone else to pick on...Gloria! Bet you’re glad Marnie isn’t close with Leaf, right? Or else she would be here and one of us would end up letting it slip that you’re madly in love with her big brother!”
“Nooo!” Gloria wails, covering her face with her hands. “You guys promised to never tell her about that!”
“She probably wouldn’t think it was a big deal,” says Kris, but Gloria shakes her head.
“She’d think it was pathetic! I mean, he’s in a band and so cool and everything, and I’m just some lame kid .”
“I seriously doubt she thinks her brother is the pinnacle of cool. She would probably just think you have bad taste.”
“Interesting to hear you talk about having bad taste,” Lyra speaks up, having finally recovered from the shame of being called on her daily Lance-and-Lyra fantasies. “I mean, I’ve been to the supermarket with you.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Kris asks, already defensive.
“Ooh, did you actually get to see Petrel for yourself?” asks Serena. “Is he as sleazy looking as he sounds?”
“Even sleazier!” she cries, while Kris tries her best to protest this.
“I don’t know, Serena, your guy kinda sounds like a sleaze too.”
Serena will hear nothing of the sort, quickly launching into the same story that they have all heard a million times by now. She is the oldest in the group, and taking some college level courses on a nearby campus, and that is where she met Professor Sycamore, who is the most handsome and charming man she has ever met, and who insists on talking to her like an equal and letting her call him by her first name, since they met in the library and he is not one of her actual teachers.
“Someone else tell a different story!” Moon pipes up. “This one is getting old!”
“Well, I got to practice early yesterday, and Brycen let me help him run his lines again,” Rosa tries. She is in community theatre, and has had a crush on a frequent leading man for a while now. Her friends have seen the plays they’re both in, and have all unanimously agreed that Brycen isn’t that cute, but Rosa adamantly disagrees.
“That’s not new either. Dawn, you haven’t said anything. Are you still trying to get with that guy at the bookstore?” asks Leaf. She feels a sort of kinship with Dawn, as both of them have begun spending their afternoons at specific shops in town when they have nowhere else to go after school, and both have taken an interest in an older man in the process. But, while Giovanni started talking to Leaf first, Dawn has been trying to get Cyrus to open up to her for a while. She says there’s just something about him that makes her want to get to know him better, and she has been fairly persistent ever since.
That being said, Leaf honestly just wants something to distract her from the throbbing of her bladder. Dawn sighs and says, “He talks to me a little more than he used to, but you can tell he just thinks I’m some kid.”
“Maybe because you are?” teases Hilda, which gets everyone on her case about Grimsley again. As the girls lose themselves in idle conversation about boys, the time slowly ticks on, with each of them wondering who will be the first to lose, and hoping that the others soon give into their bladders, because none of them are certain that they will make it for very long.
Of the ten of them, though, Gloria perhaps has it the worst. She finds herself losing focus in the conversation more and more, keeping her thighs pressed tight together, and even when someone brings up Piers again, she is barely able to keep up with the conversation, much less defend her crush from the relentless teasing. All she can think about is how she has never had to pee this badly in her life, and she does not make it any easier on herself by thinking about dinner, trying to count just how many refills she had, wondering if she may have had more to drink than the other girls.
She is filled with dread when the timer on Leaf’s phone goes off, signaling that it has only been thirty minutes, and that it is time for each girl to drink another can of soda. They will be nearly out after this round, because her mother only bought two twelve packs for the party, so they will switch to glasses of water until they are down to their final four, or less. Gloria can’t imagine drinking another can of soda, but Leaf is soon handing her hers, and the girls all open them at the same time, ready to start chugging.
She takes a hesitant sip, her knees knocking together as she feels her bladder twinge in protest, even though she knows it will be a while before this liquid actually manages to join the rest that she is holding. It still feels like a suicide mission to drink the rest, but the others are already taking long swigs, and if they notice that she isn’t drinking, then they are going to call her out on it, and start teasing her about it.
Tipping her head back, she starts drinking as fast as she can, hoping that if she just gets it over with, that it will somehow be more bearable. Instead, she finds her free hand snapping between her legs almost immediately, moving on reflex to grab herself, reaching under the skirt of her pink dress, holding herself over top of her pale green panties.
Her friends all notice this immediately, turning their attention to her. Gloria has to put her drink down, whimpering, as she feels a hot spurt of pee escape, soaking into her panties. All eyes are on her, as they wait for their first loser to be declared, and she tries to fight it off, but another leak soon escapes, and then another, and she knows that she is only delaying the inevitable, and that there is no way that she is going to win this, or even come in ninth place.
Finally, the torrent begins, and once it has started there is nothing she can do to stop it. She tries pressing her hand harder against herself, but that just means that her hand gets wet as she soaks through her panties, until she drops it in defeat, the gush of pee, streaming down her legs and puddling on the floor, the sound of it unbearably loud in the otherwise silent room.
Her cheeks burn as she hangs her head in shame, glad that she had at least not put any effort into trying to think of what favors she would ask of each girl if she won. It’s better that she did not get her hopes up, because she never stood a chance from the start, but it sure is humiliating to wet herself in front of her friends, even if they are going to be doing the same soon enough. It doesn’t change the fact that she was still the first to do it, that she is now the only one not dry.
“Better luck next time,” Leaf says, finally breaking the silence. “Now we’re down to nine of us, so which one of you will be the next one to pee your panties?”
“How do you know it’s not going to be you?” Kris replies, and Leaf scoffs.
“What, you think you have immunity cos you’re the birthday girl?” asks Hilda, and Gloria is glad that at least the attention does not linger on her for too long. Ultimately, this competition is for everyone, so even though she was the first to lose, nobody is going to make fun of her for it, and they are already more focused on who will be the next to join her.
“Ooh, I just don’t know about this,” Serena says, crossing her legs and bouncing up and down. “I really, really need to pee, like I seriously don’t think I can hold it much longer.”
“Then just do it!” Lyra cries. “Go ahead and tag out and make it easier for the rest of us.”
“Yeah, just go ahead and pee!” Dawn agrees, and Serena scowls.
“No way! I’m not going to just pee myself on purpose !” she protests. Those who did not get to finish their drinks because they got distracted by Gloria’s accident finish up now, and Gloria finishes what little is left of hers as well, knowing that it will likely not be long before she is rushing to the bathroom, knowing that that can of soda still has yet to make its way through her system. At the very least, she will not be forced to hold it then, which is the one benefit of being the first one out.
Things are getting a bit more intense now, and the girls aren’t sure what to talk about, more focused on seeing who will be the next one out. Serena has pretty much openly said that she is not going to win, but May has been very silent for a while, looking incredibly focused and more than a little stressed. It’s possible that she is a contender for the next loser as well.
Though Leaf seems very confident in herself, it could all just be for show, and Rosa’s legs are looking a little shaky right now. It’s still anyone’s game, but there are a few that make it pretty clear that they will not be in the running for much longer, and everyone is curious to see who will be the next one out.
Serena already knows that she is nearly at her limit. Though she intends to hold it for as long as possible, she has a feeling that that is not going to be that much longer either way. She tugs at the hem of her skirt nervously, keeping her legs crossed tight, her bladder aching for relief. The best she can hope for is someone else losing before she does, but other than that, she knows that she is going to lose no matter what happens at this point.
But it seems that even that is out of her reach right now. She whines and squirms, aware of everyone’s eyes on her as she clenches her fists, bunching up the fabric of her skirt, and rubbing her thighs together, trying to do anything that she can to delay this, at least a little bit longer. A spurt leaks past, and she bites her lip hard, blinking back tears from the strain of holding back.
Finally, feeling no other option in the matter, she jams her hands between her legs, her skirt bunched up and pressed against her, and she does not think about the fact that she should probably try to keep it out of the way to minimize the mess, like Gloria did with her dress. The only thing Serena can think about right now is how badly she has to pee, worse than she can ever remember having to pee in her entire life.
When she feels another leak, she whines, “Ooh, I really don’t think I can hold it!” Her audience continues to watch her carefully, waiting for any sign that she has finally lost the battle, and her whimpers and whines grow louder and more frantic as she shakes, squirming around desperately, fighting with every ounce of her strength, right up until the moment that she can’t fight anymore.
She does not pull her hands back as she starts to wet herself, still thinking that she can stop it before it becomes too much, but there is not stopping this leak, until it has turned into a full stream, and only then does she realize that she is soaking her skirt as well. Serena lets it fall as piss finally begins to stream down her legs, showing with absolute certainty that she has lost, but already, the front of her skirt has a sizable wet spot on it.
Panicking, she pulls her skirt up as she begins peeing full force, to minimize further damage, even though she is going to have to wash it either way now.
“Ooh, someone acts like she’s going somewhere after this!” Hilda cries, as the girls get a good eyeful of her lacy black panties. Serena blushes and looks away, declining comment, until her sore bladder has finally finished emptying itself. Then, she drops her skirt with a defeated sigh.
“I guess I came in ninth place,” she says.
“Are you not going to tell us anything about those panties?” asks Hilda.
“Yeah, I’m pretty curious too. Are you getting along better with the professor than you’ve been telling us?” Dawn teases.
Her blush deepening, Serena groans, “No, not yet , but hopefully! It’s good to be prepared, you know, in case these things do happen. So that’s kind of the only sort of panties I have now!”
“Wow, she’s going in for the kill ,” Leaf says, and Serena simply huffs again.
“Well, maybe you guys should start thinking about that sort of thing, if you ever want to make any progress.”
“I don’t know, Grimsley seems to like everything I wear just fine,” Hilda replies.
“Yeah, but your ass looks good in anything!” Rosa says. “Things might be different for you.”
“I...thank you?” she says, looking bewildered by Rosa’s comment, before both girls start laughing. Of course, they both try and put a stop to their laughter right away, not wanting to knock themselves out of the competition too soon, but May, who has been so concentrated and quiet for so long, suddenly bursts out laughing, struggling to put a stop to it.
And then she gasps, snapping her legs together and looking stricken, but a few giggles still sneak past as she tries to recover from her laughter, even as she pisses herself in front of her friends. “ Noooo ,” she softly whines, before looking up to glare at Rosa.
“Hey, not my fault!” Rosa says, holding her hands up. “I’m innocent, it’s not my fault I’m so naturally funny!”
“Watch it, or I’ll tickle you and see how you like it,” May warns, though it is clear that she is just teasing. She finishes peeing and stares down at the damage done to her shorts with a sigh.
“That’s not allowed!” she cries, before turning to Leaf. “It’s not allowed, right?”
“Definitely not. No outside interference!” Leaf declares. She then checks the time on her phone and groans. “Ugh, it’s almost time for the next round of drinks.”
“You’re sounding pretty worried there,” Kris says. “Struggling to hold it in? Think you might start leaking any minute now?”
“No way!” she snaps, but there is clear strain in her voice, and she bites her lip hard as soon as she says it. Only now does Kris notice just how tight her thighs are together, her legs trembling quite a bit under her short skirt. Leaf is definitely struggling to hold it together, but she does not want to show that, wanting to win this because it was her idea to begin with, in addition to being her birthday.
But as the timer bell draws nearer and nearer, she shows obvious signs that she is going to lose it any minute now. The first time she grabs her crotch, pushing her skirt up and showing the pale blue and white panties she wears, a few of the other girls point it out immediately, teasing her for the obvious show of desperation, and she scowls.
“I’m just regaining my composure, settle down!” she says. “This is nothing! You guys are just afraid to look weak, and that’s gonna cost you later.” But internally, she is getting very worried. When she holds herself, her hand covers the small wet spot on her panties, but if one of the girls were to get a good look at that, then they would know for sure just how close she is to losing it, and never let her hear the end of it, right up until she was soaking her bedroom floor.
Leaf is definitely not going to let that happen easily! Though the idea of drinking an entire glass of water on her already bursting bladder seems like absolute hell right now, and the easiest way to get out of that is to soak her panties and give up, she is definitely not the quitting sort. She and her twin are both known for how stubborn they can be, making their parents’ lives incredibly difficult whenever the two of them happen to disagree on anything.
She groans softly, watching the last few minutes pass by, dragging on like hours. Occasionally, she will let her hand drop, but it never long before she is holding herself again, shifting uncomfortably in place, so full that she feels as though she is about to spill over. Surely adding anything more to the mix is asking for disaster! She wonders how the other girls are keeping their cool right now, and tries to search for any signs of weakness in her remaining competition.
Rosa is starting to look pretty fidgety, and Kris may talk a big game, but Leaf swears that she has seen her knees knocking together a few times. Lyra, surprisingly, seems to be doing just fine, barely showing any signs, and, as expected, Hilda is as cool as a cucumber. Moon is quiet, which had been a telling sign with May, but physically, it is hard to tell just how she’s feeling, while Dawn has begun rocking back and forth, slowly but noticeably.
Leaf would put her money on Rosa being the next one out, just by how nervous she seems, but that’s only if she herself is able to stay in the running, and she’s starting to doubt that, as much as she hates to admit it. Putting her hand between her legs again, she grinds against her hand, trying to alleviate the pressure somehow, but nothing seems to work. Instead, she is a bit surprised by another feeling welling up inside of her, and she wonders why she is only just now realizing how intimate it is to touch herself like this, even if it’s over her clothes and even if it’s to make holding her piss easier.
She is surprised by just how excited the idea gets her, even- no especially - knowing that all of her friends are watching her.
The timer goes off, and she recruits the help of Gloria, Serena, and May to get the glasses of water with her. The four of them sneak off to the kitchen, and she finds that it is very difficult to walk slowly and sneakily while not leaking, and by the time she is halfway to the kitchen, she has leaked several more times, and has to keep a hand between her legs the whole way there. All the while, she can feel a distinct throb from her pussy, as turned on as she is agonized.
And then, without warning, it happens, just as soon as she sets foot in the kitchen. She whimpers, having to swallow back her cry of distress because she doesn’t want to be too loud outside of her room, the hand between her legs quickly growing soaked as the floodgates break open, and she soaks through her pants, a puddle forming at her feet, soaking into her socks. Leaf whimpers again, clapping her free hand over mouth to muffle her gaspy moan, her body suddenly wracked with what almost feels like jolts of electricity, the throb between her legs coming to a head, reaching orgasm from wetting herself in front of a few of her friends.
At the time that she came up with the idea for this contest, it had never occurred to her that she might have any peculiar sort of interest in it, but now, she wonders if there was something subconscious there. More than that, she wonders what the hell is wrong with her to be so turned on by this, and she isn’t sure if that’s something she should ever bring up to her friends. For now, she decides to keep it to herself.
“Oh no,” Gloria whispers, “what are we going to do now?”
“Get the water back to the room, I guess,” she mumbles. “You guys just need to take back six glasses, and I’ll clean this up.”
“I’ll come back and help,” Serena says, “so don’t worry!”
As the girls hurry off, Leaf sets to cleaning up her puddle as quickly as she possibly can while making as little noise as possible, still buzzing from the high. Serena returns to help her, and meanwhile, the other girls wince as they start to drink their water, waiting for Leaf to return so they can see the mess for themselves.
“I personally think it’s unfair that not everyone is wearing a skirt,” Dawn says.
“Wait, why?” asks Moon.
“Because, with Serena and Gloria, we got to see their wet panties, and when Leaf comes back, we can make her pull her skirt up. But May’s got shorts on!”
“Most of us have shorts on,” Rosa, who wears leggings under her shorts, comments.
“Why do you want to see everyone’s panties so much, anyway?” adds May.
“I just thought that would made it equally embarrassing,” Dawn replies, though it does not sound like much of an answer at all.
“Well, we’ll have to strip down when I do the laundry,” Gloria says, remember her punishment for being the first one out. “So we can all just show off our panties then.”
“Except for the winner!” Lyra cries. “Hm, maybe I shouldn’t have worn overalls, they’ll be so hard to get off when I have to rush to the bathroom at the end.”
“You say that like you think you’re going to win,” Kris says.
“Wait, have you had that problem with overalls before?” Gloria asks, curious.
At that moment, Serena and Leaf return, and Leaf says, “What about overalls?”
“Lyra was just telling us about all the times she’s wet her overalls cos she couldn’t get them off in time,” Hilda says, and Lyra scowls.
“That’s not true! It only happened once! All the other times were just...close calls…” She trails off, realizing her mistake in admitting to it at all.
It at least takes the heat off of Leaf, who does not face any taunting upon entering the room, because everyone has decided to tease Lyra about her admission instead, asking her how she thinks she is going to outlast all of them if she ends up coming close to wetting herself just because taking off overalls is difficult, and has even had that happen before. Of course, the most pressing question is why she continues to wear them anyway, but she is at least able to defend herself there, saying that they’re just too cute to not wear.
However, once the teasing has worn off, things quickly become tense. With six girls left, and their bladders now absolutely screaming for relief, it becomes difficult to focus on anything other than holding it, with no one wanting to give in. It is still a long way to becoming the winner, but giving in after coming this far still seems ridiculous, and so, the remaining girls continue fighting with all they have.
Soon enough, it is no longer possible for anyone to mock one of the others for doing things to show it more visibly, because they all have to do what they can to make holding it easier on them. Rosa shuffles from foot to foot, not holding still for even a second, squeaking from time to time as she fights it, often faking her friends out because they think each noise is a sign that she has finally lost, only to find that she is unfortunately still dry.
Hilda is stiff, opting to sit on the edge of Leaf’s bed so that she can cross her legs tight. “You’d better get up before you pee!” Leaf cries. “Or else you’ll be the one washing my bedding, not forcing it onto poor Gloria.”
“I’m going to get up, cos I’m gonna be the one who actually gets to use the bathroom,” Hilda replies, still the picture of confidence even as she begins to give into her desperation.
Dawn rubs her thighs together, standing in place with her jerky movements, while Kris bobs up and down, no longer so shy about holding herself. Moon does the same, pressing her hand tight to her crotch, and Lyra keeps her legs crossed, bobbing back and forth and still pouting a little over getting teased so much by her friends.
Now, there is nothing that they can do to pass the time, because none of them can focus on any sort of conversation. It seems like days ago that they were all finishing up their first soda and getting lost in conversation about their crushes, and now, even the girls who are already out and have nothing left to worry about can feel the tension, so strong that they dare not say a word to throw off the focus in the room.
Each girl is dealing with her own struggle, fighting against the clock, waiting for the next timer to go off, while none of them are certain that they will be able to handle even another sip. All they can do is pray that the others lose quickly, so that they don’t have to, but time drags on, and each girl continues to make a good showing, no one succumbing to their need just yet. It comes close a few times though, with more than one of them springing quick leaks that they immediately put a stop to, before it can turn into anything else.
And then, without warning, it happens. While Kris is holding herself so tight that she thinks nothing can slip past, something does, and it does not stop. She hisses and whimpers, trying with all her might to stop, a thin stream running down one of her legs, but she can’t hold back anymore. When she drops her hands, her friends turn to look, watching as a large spot spreads across her yellow shorts, darkening them as she is revealed to be the newest loser.
“I can’t believe this…” she mumbles, shaking her head sadly. “I really thought I had this in the bag…” She lets out a defeated sigh as she finally stops peeing, her bladder still sore from being stretched so far beyond capacity.
“Only half of us left now,” Moon comments, and Rosa gulps, picking up the speed of her squirming.
“So close, but still so far!” she says.
There are four puddles in the room, and Kris, wanting to take her mind off of her loss, says, “Shouldn’t we start cleaning up in here as we go? Even if we can’t take our wet clothes off until it’s over.”
“Right, that sounds like a good idea,” Gloria agrees. “Oh, but first...can I have a quick bathroom break?” The others turn to look at her and she blushes. “What? I peed before I finished drinking that soda, and now it’s kind of hitting me.”
“We’ll all be rushing to the bathroom eventually,” May says.
“Honestly, kind of have to pee again myself,” Serena speaks up.
The five remaining girls give envious glares as she and Gloria head off to the bathroom, and Leaf goes to get towels so that Kris and May can start cleaning their own messes. When Gloria and Serena return, they join in cleaning as well, and time continues to drag on.
Rosa is much, much worse for wear, frantically moving around, her nerves written all over her face. It won’t be much longer for her, whether she has come to terms with that or not. Anyone could tell from the way she squirms and wriggles, from the distressed expression on her face, from the way she keeps whimpering. Though she is no less determined than when this began, her body does not necessarily agree with her desire to keep holding it.
“Come ooon ,” she groans to herself, “you can do it! Just stay in the game! Just a little while longer!”
“You’re pretty much done for,” Hilda says, shaking her head.
“Yeah, you might as well give up now,” Dawn agrees.
“That’s not helping!” she cries, though of course she realizes that neither of them want to help her right now. There is nothing left that she can do, other than hold herself as tight as she can and whine, praying that she can hold back for just a little bit longer, that the other girls will start to falter soon, but before that can happen, it is already all over for her.
“No, no, no!” Rosa groans, the other girls watching her, not yet realizing that it is already happening. With all of her layers, it takes a bit for it to finally come through, but then, it manages to soak past her panties and her leggings, forming a dark patch on her shorts that becomes visible to all of them when she drops her hands in defeat, hanging her head and whimpering. She can feel it trailing down her legs, soaking through her dark leggings, though it does not leave a visible stain, and then it is puddling on the floor beneath her.
She stands in place for a while, a small smile coming over her face as she sighs in relief, surprising the other girls. Despite being upset about losing, she does not seem to be taking it that hard anymore, and after a moment, she says, “I was pretty close, but I just couldn’t hold it anymore. But it feels so good to be empty now!”
“Ugh, don’t talk about that,” Moon groans, and Rosa gives her a teasing grin.
“What? Does that make it harder for you? If you’re that jealous, then just give up already!” she says, and Moon scowls.
“Since we’re down to the last four, that means that we just get to drink the last couple sodas next, right?” asks Lyra, and Leaf nods.
“Which is good, cos I don’t want to risk making too many more trips to the kitchen after what happened last time,” Leaf says.
“Yeah but it would just be girls out of the running going, so no one else would pee on the kitchen floor like you did,” says Kris, earning her a glare from Leaf.
“Still, we’re trying to be quiet. Too much back and forth might wake my mom up, remember?”
“How much longer until the next timer?” asks Dawn, interrupting their conversation.
“Not too much longer. Are you girls excited to drink some more?” she asks, and all four of them groan. It’s hard to imagine taking any more liquid in in their current condition, and it is already pretty obvious that this will be the last round that they can manage. Leaf does not bring up the fact that they would have to go back for water after this round because she does not consider the possibility of anyone being able to last that long, and the remaining four girls feel the same way.
Time still seems to move as slowly as ever before the timer goes off and they are each handed a can of soda. Lyra stares at it for a moment before opening it, really wishing that she did not have to drink this. She has never been more full in her life, and while she is opening her drink, Rosa starts cleaning her mess, Kris slips off to go to the bathroom, and Leaf says that she will be next, after watching them finish their drinks.
If she were to forfeit right now, she could join them in going to the bathroom, and could finally empty her aching bladder, which sounds like pure bliss to her. But after hanging on for this long, it would be so hollow to lose by giving up, and even if she ends up pissing herself, she is determined not to give up until her body forces her to. And it’s not like it would be the first time she experienced wet overalls, after all. Actually...she blushes, taking another gulp of her soda to try and forget that.
Moon feels a spurt escape as she takes a sip, and then another after the next sip. This is definitely not looking good for her, and she can already feel how wet her panties have become. It will only take a few more leaks before it starts to show on her red shorts, and then her friends will consider her out of the running, whether she can stop it or not. They are so close to the end now, but she has no idea how to make it any easier on herself, or what to do if she leaks again.
All she can do is drain her soda can, hoping that those two little leaks took the pressure off enough for her to be able to hold it until the end, though she knows that that is not likely right now. She squirms around, throwing her can away in Leaf’s overfull trash can, looking at the other three girls, who have all already finished their sodas. None of them look like they are holding up to well, not even the confident Hilda, who is no longer sitting, but rather pacing around, her hands jammed in her pockets, a deep scowl on her face.
Moon knows that she just has to hang on for a little while longer to be able to be the one that emerges victorious, but that is completely outside of the realm of possibility, no matter how hard she may try, or how hard she may fight. Another leak takes her by surprise, and she grabs her crotch, nearly doubling over and gasping, fighting back against it with all her might. She knows that if she were to move her hands, there would be a small dark patch visible on her shorts, and she does not want the other girls to see that.
Not only that, but she also knows that moving her hands would mean losing control, and she will not be able to let go of herself for even a second. Even if the other girls all wet themselves right here and now, making Moon the winner, she still would not be able to make it, because just moving her hands to unbutton her shorts would see her soaking them through. Honestly, she does not think she can take a single step from this spot. Whether she wins or loses, she is going to end up wet, but she already knows that she has lost, even before it officially happens.
But it does not take long for it to happen. She is soaking through her shorts in no time at all, groaning from the mixture of relief and disappointment as her bursting bladder is finally set free. It has been a long time coming, and though she wishes that she had been able to hold out just a little while longer, frustrated to have come so far just to fall short in the end, she is still overall happy to just be done now, and to not have to deal with that overwhelming fullness.
There is so much of it that she is in awe of her ability to even hold that much, listening to the loud hiss as it continues to splash onto the floor, until finally, it slows and stops, leaving her dripping wet. She turns around to look over her shoulder, wanting to assess all of the damage, seeing that the seat of her pants is almost completely soaked as well.
“Just so you know,” Hilda says, breaking the silence, “my favor from you is gonna be making you spill the beans about your secret crush.” Her voice is so strained now that her tone is not nearly as carefree as she wants it to be, and it is obvious that she is finally nearing her limit.
“That’s a good idea,” Dawn replies, not sounding much better than she does. “That’s exactly what I’m going to use my Moon favor for, since I’ll be the one winning.”
It is down to the final three. Moon does not make much more of a fuss, not even dignifying their threats to make her spill the beans with a response, but instead just starts cleaning up the puddle that she left on the floor, still amazed at how big it is.
The tension in the room is palpable, with it being down to the final three. Any one of these girls could be the champion, and none of them want to go down after making it so far. It has gotten to the point that holding it for even a moment longer seems completely impossible, but yet they keep fighting, somehow managing, for longer and longer, the other seven girls watching intently, looking for any sign of who will be the next one to be forced to admit defeat.
Will it be Hilda, who has done her best to retain her confidence until the end? She is still putting up a strong fight, but she has shown plenty of signs of weakness, and is unable to hold still for even a second, shuffling around, pacing, squirming, and dancing, doing whatever it takes to keep her bladder in check. As confident as she may try to act, it is clear that she is not far from her limit at all.
Will it be Lyra, who has admitted to having wet herself while wearing her signature overalls? Most girls would have placed her as one of the ones to lose early on, so her lasting this long seems like a bit of an upset. Though she has managed to keep up a rather carefree front so far, a look of intense determination has come over her face, as she keeps a hand between her legs, rocking against it and whimpering.
Will it be Dawn, who has been holding herself for a while now, and only stopped when it was time for a drink? She definitely seems close to failing, but she is another who seemed like she would not last very long, and just placing in the top three is pretty impressive for her. Though she has managed to talk a big game so far, it does not seem likely that she will remain in the running for very long.
In her mind, she battles against her body’s pleading, knowing that she will feel much better if she just lets go, but also knowing that she would sooner die than willingly admit defeat when she is mere moments away from her victory. There is absolutely no way that Lyra or Hida will be in it for that much longer, so all she has to do is outlast both of them, and victory will be hers.
That is what she keeps telling herself, but willpower alone is not enough to prevent the inevitable, and though she has managed to fight much longer than she ordinarily would have been willing to, and though she has pushed her limits far past what she ever thought was possible, her ability to withstand the flood inside of her falters more and more, until her knees are knocking together, her legs shaking beneath her, and a desperate cry escaping her lips as her bladder finally gives in, not seeming to care that she is so close to winning.
She drops her hands, managing to keep her skirt out of the way so that it does not get wet, her legs still getting soaked before she straightens her stance, spreading them so that she can piss straight down on the ground. It goes on for so long that she almost feels as though she will never stop peeing, but eventually, it finally stops, her aching, abused bladder finally empty. She has a feeling that it will be a long time before the soreness begins to fade.
“So close,” she sighs, trying her best not to take it hard. She had really hoped to be able to last a little bit longer, but she can at least be proud of herself for taking third place, and fighting so hard to get here.
Now, it is down to Hilda and Lyra, the room completely silent other than the grunts and whimpers from the two remaining contestants as they battle it to the end. Even Dawn does not dare disturb them by starting to clean her puddle, deciding to leave it until this match is settled. The self-proclaimed favorite to win and the allegedly accident prone underdog- though she had assured them it was only once, and that the other times were just close calls- are at a stalemate that will have to come to an end, one way or another.
Hilda has been certain from the get go that she would be the one to take first place, because she is the only girl here with real experience in the matter. She doesn’t tell the girls much about her private life, only giving them the details she feels like they’re ready for, but her boyfriend is kinky as all hell, and steadily, she has discovered that she is too. Grimsley loves making her hold her piss for him, timing her and testing her, and sometimes joining in and making it a contest for just the two of them. Though she has never beaten him, she has come close, and she doesn’t think any of her friends, let alone Lyra, can best her at that.
But now, she isn’t so sure. She knows her own limits very well, and she knows how bad it gets right before she loses control, and she is about at that point. Though her bladder has gotten stronger from all of the practice, she is still not invincible, and right now, she feels as though she could lose control at any moment. It is only a matter of time, and she watches Lyra closely, hoping to see the cracks in the girl’s armor, to prove that she still has this in the bag.
Lyra certainly does not look like she is able to hold it for much longer. She holds herself and hops from foot to foot, a troubled expression on her face, her cheeks flushed from the strain of holding back. If it were any other situation, Hilda would not be able to deny how cute she looks like this, but since she is the competition, the only thing she cares about is seeing Lyra soak her overalls, and whether she does it cutely or not does not matter much at all.
Meanwhile, Lyra can feel tears welling up in her eyes from the strain, and yet, at the same time, feels a heat in her stomach that she knows is very separate from the fullness of her bladder, a fluttering that she has come to associate with the dreams about her long term substitute that have plagued her since she first realized she had a thing for him. She knows what that feeling means, and yet, she can’t figure out what it has to do with holding, unless it is merely the fact that she is, in a way, touching herself.
Perhaps if Hilda had been a bit more open about her sex life, she- as well as Leaf- would understand what this means, and perhaps some of the other girls may have come to terms with a new kink as well. Instead, Lyra is left confused and oddly horny, trying to put that out of her mind so that she can only focus on winning.
Little does she know, Hilda, despite her frustration and determination, is incredibly turned on by all of this, unable to resist, with how conditioned she is by Grimsley to be able to get off on having a full bladder. She craves two different kinds of release right now, and tries not to let that interfere with her focus. Lyra can’t last forever, and even if she can’t last forever either, that does not matter, just as long as she is able to last even a few seconds longer.
At this point, reaching the bathroom doesn’t even matter, and she doesn’t mind the feeling of soaked denim shorts one bit. She’s ready to do whatever it takes to secure her victory, and whatever comes after does not even register to her. Hilda fumbles with the button on her shorts, undoing it so that she can shove a hand under them, holding herself over her panties, trying to hold back the sudden shudder of excitement.
It is incredibly tempting to give into her lust right now, but she can worry about that later, while she is getting herself cleaned up, taking some time to herself in the bathroom to work out her other frustrations and give herself the other kind of release that she needs. Nothing matters right now except victory.
But victory is out of reach for her. Hilda does not want to believe it, and wants to fight it with all of her might, but it happens so suddenly that there is nothing she can do to stop it, and she is stunned, frozen stiff as she starts peeing, and isn’t able to stop. Even with her hand in her shorts, there is nothing to stop them from getting soaked through once she has soaked her plain white panties, and the other nine girls all gawk at her, hardly able to believe what they’re seeing.
“What the...that’s no fair!” Hilda cries, looking down at herself in shock. She knows that there is nothing unfair about it, but even so, she protests her loss. How could she have come this far, only to lose? She was supposed to win for sure, and yet, she came in second place, which gets her no prize, and definitely no bragging rights. And yet...it feels so good to be empty, and it’s incredibly exciting, more so than she ever would have thought, to have an audience other than Grimsley witnessing her sopping wet humiliation.
So, maybe she isn’t that upset about it after all.
“Whee! I won!” Lyra cries, once she manages to get over her surprise at Hilda’s loss. And now, all she has to do is take the short walk to Leaf’s bathroom, and even with how bursting she is, she thinks that she can make it, if she keeps trying as hard as she has been trying so far. That’s all she has to do, but instead, Lyra stays right where she is, her friends not moving a muscle, not saying a word, watching and wondering what she is doing, as she continues to hold herself, rubbing against her hand and fighting it for as long as she can.
“What are you doing?” Gloria finally asks, breaking the silence.
“I already won,” Lyra replies, “so I just wanted to see how long I could- eek! Ah, there it goes…” And with that, her bladder finally gives in, her overalls soaked through in seconds, her stocking growing wet as it runs down her legs, a puddle forming beneath her, extending until it mingles with Hilda’s. She sighs in relief, not letting on that she still feels rather agitated, the itch of arousal having not faded at all.
Much like Hilda, she is going to have some things to work out tonight, but the two of them aren’t the only ones. Those who were not left excited by their own desperation certainly didn’t mind watching their friends squirm, and Leaf wasn’t even left satisfied by her earlier climax.
There are plenty of questions left in most of their minds, but the most pressing matter right now is finishing cleaning up the messes and cleaning themselves up, so that they can change into their pajamas, and Gloria can sneak off to do the laundry. And Dawn gets her wish of seeing the other girls’ panties as they strip. She gets to see May’s red and white striped pair, Kris’ teal panties with the purple polka dots, Rosa’s bright yellow ones, Moon’s floraly pair, Hilda’s plain pair, and Lyra’s light blue panties patterned with little red strawberries, while showing off her own pale pink pair, with a small bow on the front.
Once all of their clothes are in the washer, and the girls have all cleaned up and are in their pajamas, it is difficult not to fall asleep after such an exhausting competition, as well as the aftermath, but they will all stay awake until Gloria switches the clothes and towels to the drier, with an alarm set so that they can get them out before Leaf’s mom wakes up in the morning.
It has certainly been one of her more interesting birthdays, and one of the more interesting parties that any of the girls have been to. While some begin to contemplate their strange new feelings, Lyra has to think about the favors she is going to ask of them. |
I needed to piss and I needed to piss bad. It was 4:30 in the afternoon. And there was still a few people around the office.
I had to piss so bad my hand was already on my dick trying to hold back the flow. Luckily I hadn’t leak any, but I knew it was only a matter of time.
I knew the bathrooms were not on this floor but there was no way I would make it down to the ground floor anyway, because the lift was out of order and I was on the 5 floor. It would just be too many stairs.
I decided to make my way out of my office in search of so,hearer to pee.
One of my co workers saw me and walked over to say hello, so I quickly let go of my dick and prayed that it would obey and not release any piss.
I couldn’t stand still I was telling side to side while talking to my co worker. The good thing was, is I don’t normally stand still anyway so my co worker didn’t bat an eyelid to my movement.
She said he goodbye as she was leaving for the day but reminded me that there was a meeting starting in 15 minutes, so there would still be people around the office.
When she was out of sight I sight my dick spurt a small bit of piss into my pants and I quickly grabbed it to stop any more coming out.
I thought I’m going to piss myself it I don’t find somewhere to go soon.
I frantically looked around the room I was in, there was nothing I could piss in.
I left that room into the corridor, I saw a potted plant at the end of the corridor and thought, this is going to have to do.
I leaked again and thought my relief is so close and started to unzip my trousers, just as I was about to pull out my dick I heard voices coming down the other end of the corridor and knew if I started pissing they would see me when the rounded the corner.
I quickly grabbed my dick, trousers still open, and darted into a near by office. The office was set up for a meeting. I all the offices to go and hide in, I choose the only one that is set up for a meeting.
Hand still rapped around my dick and quickly shuffle my way over to the other door and exited the room just in time, as the other men entered the office to start their meeting.
With my hand still on my dick and trousers still open, it gave my bladder a bit of room of expand. But the cool air hitting my dick sent pleasure waves and I was starting to get piss hard, but another spurt escaped, this time in landed on the carpet.
I was thinking about just saying fuck it and pissing all over the floor but I had to find somewhere to piss that would be an easy clean up and preferably it in my pants.
I quickly squeezed my dick and did my button my trousers back up so that wouldn’t fall down and any little leaks would be soaked my my pants and trousers and not on the floor.
I ducked into another office and saw another potting plant and thought, I just want to piss. I quickly made my way over to it and just as I was about to undo my trousers again I heard Mike, I looked around the room and saw that it was his office and knew I had to get out of here quickly.
Grabbing my dick in a vice like grip I exited Mike’s office.
I leaked again this time it was longer down to my knee before I could stop it. It was painful to stop but I knew I needed to find somewhere quick as I knew I woebegone able to stop it if i started pissing again.
I took another few steps and saw a room I hadn’t seen before so I quickly open it and saw that it was a room filled with everything that was need to fix the lift.
I scanned the room for anything that I would piss it but it was too late I was already pissing a small leak and I knew I couldn’t stop it this time.
So I ripped open my trousers, tearing off the button in a haste to get my dick out of my pants before I got my pants even more wet.
I then promptly exploded all over the room. If someone walked it there was no way I would be able to stop the flow it was just too much and the relief was just what I needed.
Piss just kept flowing and flowing, I tried to aim my dick in one area so I could come back and clean but all I could think about was the relief that was flowing through me.
I tried to bite back a groan remembering that there were still people in the office. But it just felt too good, to be finally able to get go of all that piss.
Finally the flow subsided down to a small trickle, I looked around at the mess I created and couldn’t believe that all that piss was inside me.
Luckily I knew where the janitor kept his mops and bucket. So I cleaned up still thinking about he relief I felt from pissing.
While I was thinking about it, I started to get hard in my pants and could feel the wetness against my dick and the friction of moving while moving the floor was very intense, I had to stop a few times to get my breathing under control because I didn’t want to cum in my pants.
I was almost done moping when a wave of please racked my body as my dick brushed against my pants, that I had to grip my dick but that was it to pressure was just what I needed to be pushed over the edge into my orgasm.
Then I was cumming in my pants and cumming a lot. The pleasure overtook me and I sank to my knees as my orgasm racked through me, groaning out loud as the intense orgasm washed over me and left me panting on the floor. luckily I had finished cleaning otherwise it would have been kneeling into a pile of my piss.
When I was over I knew I had to get out of the office and home quickly before anyone saw what I had done to my pants, cause looking down it was very obvious. |
In my story Harry is 22 and Severus is 30
Severus was on a date with Harry, they were sat together sipping coffee.
They were both having a good time.
Until Severus felt a twinge in his bladder, choosing to ignore it, he carried on talking to Harry.
They sat sipping drinks for another hour or so and Severus was getting worried that he might piss his pants.
He was enjoying himself too much to stop and go to the bathroom.
Harry the suggested that they take a walk through the forest on the way back.
Severus was dreading this and hoped his bladder would not fail him.
Before standing up Severus gave his dick a quick squeeze. Slowly got up and offered Harry a small smile and off they went hand in hand.
After about half an hour a leisurely walking Severus let out a small gasp and his hand darted to his crotch, he had leaked.
They were still a bit away from the castle.
Harry asked worriedly “what’s wrong are you hurt”.
Severus was beyond embarrassed and replied “no I’m alright just slipped a little”.
Harry still worried and thinking Severus was hurt said “ok but I think we should stop for a while and rest”. They had been walking for quiet a while.
Severus winced in pain knowing if they stop he would definitely not make it back to his chambers in order to just take the piss he desperately wanted.
He replied “ok” with a small grimace.
They decided to sit on a old oak tree that had fallen down in a storm.
Severus now had his hands in his pockets trying to squeeze his dick so that no more leaks escaped. It wasn’t working.
Severus groaned.
Harry thinking something was seriously wrong pulled out his wand and ran a diagnostic spell over Severus, but nothing came up.
So he asked Severus “ Sev please tell me what’s wrong so I can help you”.
Severus knew he had tell Harry because he knew he was close to pissing his pants even though he knew Harry couldn’t help.
“I need to piss really bad, like I am about to piss my pants and minute now” he was now gripping his dick openly trying to contain the contents of his bladder even though he knew it would be futile.
Harry had a look of understanding on his face and said “Severus why did t you say something earlier we could have stopped, I hate seeing you in pain, why do you piss on the tree over there” Harry offered.
Severus replied nodding “sorry I didn’t want to ruin our date”. He slowly started to get up but lost another spurt but this time it was longer and now Severus knew he wouldn’t be able to let go of his dick in order to get it out of his trousers or even make it to the tree.
Severus whimpered and gripped tighter.
Harry was growing more worried because Severus hadn’t moved much and his hands were turning white from gripping so hard.
“Severus why have you not going over to the tree” Harry asked.
“I can’t move otherwise I will leak again” Severus whispered.
Harry not knowing what to do and knowing Severus wouldn’t ask for help even when he was about to piss himself.
Severus let at another groan knowing he was seconds away from pissing himself, hopping up and down trying to keep it all in.
Harry knowing his boyfriend was about to piss himself, trapped onto Severus trousers.
This caused Severus to leak even more from surprise before he got himself under control.
Moaning from the little relief he had had, Severus tried hard to stop.
Harry made quick work of Severus trousers unzipping then and he felt Severus loose all control and start gushing into his pants before Harry had a chance to pull his dick out.
Harry grabbed hold of Severus’ spraying dick, pulled it out and aimed it at the forest floor.
Finally be able to relax Severus let out a almost pornographic moan from the relief he got from being about to piss.
The piss just kept coming and coming.
From the noises Severus was making, Harry had a raging hard on.
But Severus was not aware of his surroundings at the moment too caught up in the bliss of pissing.
Severus stream started to trail off to small spurts and dribbles.
He started to harden in Harry’s hand, causing Harry to slowly stroke Severus’ dick, Severus started moaning for a different reason now and placed one of his hands on top of Harry’s and the other maxes it’s way to the front of Harry’s trousers.
He started rubbing gaining a pleasured groan from Harry a the friction he was causing.
Both completely forgetting that they were in the middle of the forest, too caught up in the pleasure they were giving each other.
Because they were both so worked up it didn’t take long until Severus was on the brink of orgasm, with one more twist of his wrist Severus was taken over the edge into pure bliss as his orgasm overtook him, leaving him shaking with pleasure.
Seeing Severus cum undone like that set Harry off too as pleasure racked through his body and Harry cummed in his pants for the first time in years.
Harry having not let on he had needed to piss all this time stared to piss his pants because once he had cummed holding got a whole lot harder.
Trying to stem the flow long enough to pull his dick out of his pants was hard but he managed it and quickly whipped out his dick moaning loudly as the pressure was finally being able onto be released in the same spot Severus had done a few minutes earlier.
Severus started at Harry as he pissed, thinking he must have been so caught up in his desperation, he didn’t know Harry was desperate too.
Once Harry’s stream came to an end they both looked at each other and laughed at the fact that both of them partially pissed themselves.
Once they had finished laughing. Harry said “we’ll there is a first for everything, but you got to admit that was rather hot watching you squirm like that all desperate for a piss, maybe we can try that again but in a better environment in our chambers and not outside in a forest where anyone could walk in”
Severus smirked and replied “I think we can arrange that cause it was very hot watching you loose control and start pissing yourself and the look on your face when you got to release all that piss, very hot”.
Groaning Harry replied “we better get back to our chambers before someone sees us and also I want to fuck you so hard right now”
Severus breathing started to pick up and he replied “let’s hurry”. |
I thought to myself a couple days ago "Man, I sure wish there were some Kaguya pee fanfics." And thus, I made one. This Fic takes place ambiguously after the second season ends.
The 68th Shuchiin academy student council were going about their after-school day much as they usually do. President Miyuki Shirogane, Vice President Kaguya Shinomiya, auditor Miko Iino, and Treasurer Yu Ishigami were doing work of various degrees of importance. Or at least, they were pretending to. Ishigami was playing games, Iino was pretending to work so she had an excuse to stay in the student council, whereas Shirogane and Shinomiya both had the same thought going through their mind.
“I want to see him vulnerable!” She thought.
“I want to see her vulnerable!” He thought.
Shinomiya and Shirogane have gotten to know each other very well over their time in the student council, their love for each other blooming over the time they’ve spent with each other. One thing they knew about each other is that they both wore masks. Both Shirogane and Shinomiya both had a great pressure to keep a strong visage in public: Shinomiya due to her family, Shirogane because of his pressure to be the best. To this extent, they both very strongly wished to see each other let down their guard and show their vulnerable side. Over the time of being in the student council, one thing that they had learned is that it was very hard to get either of them to falter. The love birds thus had their minds occupied with trying to think of some scheme to see each other in a more vulnerable state. As their minds span to find an idea, the student council’s very own natural disaster burst through the door with an excited face. Secretary Chika Fujiwara kicked the door open, drawing the attention of the rest of the student council with the noise of her entrance. In her arms she carried with herself a set of glasses and a wooden box.
“Everyone! Let’s play a game!” Fujiwara gleefully shouted to the rest of the student council.
Immediately three of the others in the room tried their best to hide their fear. Shinomiya, Shirogane, and Ishigami knew all too well that Secretary Fujiwara’s games were often the creation of the strange minds of the tabletop gaming club, and more often than not had such absurd rules and gameplay that it made the games nearly torture to play them. Iino however had not yet been disillusioned by Fujiwara, and seeing her beloved senpai enter and ask to play a game, her face brightened up and she gladly walked over to Fujiwara and spoke.
“Fujiwara senpai! I’d love to play a game! What are we playing?”
“Iino-san, you haven’t played many of the games that Fujiwara-senpai brings in, but they usually have some trick to it that lets Fujiwara cheat, or just is some horribly designed mess,” Ishigami said, and began to list off all the previous games that Fujiwara punished the student council with, focusing on the balloon incident that Iino herself had experienced.
“Ishigami is right. Secretary Fujiwara, your games are usually something strange, if you want us to play the game, you’ll have to tell us what the game is first,” President Shirogane added.
“Aww c'mon! This game isn’t even anything with weird rules! It’s just a regular old game of cards with a bit of an added twist!” Fujiwara explained as she pouted
“Oh? And what would this twist be Fujiwara-san?” Kaguya said, deciding to give Fujiwara even the slightest benefit of the doubt.
“We play poker! Instead of money or anything, we bet with water! Whoever loses has to drink the water bet against them!” Fujiwara said, placing five glasses on the table, opening up the box to show a deck of cards.
“What’s the lose condition?” Ishigami asked, wary of Fujiwara’s idea of a punishment
“It’s a test of endurance! We see who can last the longest without giving up!” Fujiwara said.
Most of the student council didn’t seem too interested in this idea. Ishigami and Shirogane continued to complain about previous games, whereas Iino was blushing as she complained about this degenerate game. As everyone sat complaining, Kaguya was hit with an epiphany. This was her perfect opportunity to get the president in a vulnerable position. Kaguya was quite confident in her willpower, and many times her schedule as a Shinomiya had to be out and about for a long time, all while drinking tea. She felt she could outlast anyone here in this room. At this, she stepped forward.
“I think that sounds interesting, doing this could really help us focus in difficult times. I’m willing to give it a try so long as the winner doesn’t get a strange title like pee queen,” Kaguya said, harkening back to when she was dubbed muscle queen. Iino continued to complain, but after a soft smile from Kaguya, and Fujiwara patting her head in encouragement, Iino began to cave to peer pressure again.
Shirogane almost protested this, but very quickly came to the same conclusion that Kaguya did, himself also being confident in his durability.
“I agree, training focus can be very useful while studying. But first...” Shirogane got up after speaking, and walked over to the box with the cards, and took the deck out.
“Shinomiya, if you would,” He said, handing the cards to Kaguya. Kaguya then proceeded to walk over to a trash can, and summarily throw the deck into the trash. She then walked over to the bookcase and pulled out a fresh-sealed pack of cards. Fujiwara was pouting at this, then Kaguya spoke.
“We had this prepared in case you wanted to play cards again, to make sure that you couldn’t get up to any cheating again,” Kaguya said while Fujiwara was trying to whistle in innocence.
Sad that she Had Been called out, but happy to get the game started, Fujiwara then ran back out again, returning shortly with 5 large pitchers of nice cool water, and one empty pitcher, and set them on the table. The student council then sat down and arranged themselves. Shirogane across from Kaguya and next to Iino, with Ishigami on Kaguya’s left, and Fujiwara on Kaguya’s right. To keep it fair, and avoid anyone cheating, it was agreed upon that the one dealing the cards each time round would change. The rules of the game were as follows: there was a center pitcher, wherein the players would place their “bets”. If someone folded, they would have to drink a quarter of a glass, if the bets continued and they lost the card, anyone who lost would have to split the water in the center pitcher. If all but one folded, all those who folded would also split the center pitcher.
With the rules being set out, the game began. At first the card game being played is Texas holdem. The group began to play. At first everyone played fairly conservatively, betting smaller amounts of water, and began working to try and read their fellow student council members. The hardest to read of course was Kaguya herself, having been training her whole life to put on a mask. Ishigami looked about the same no matter what his hand was: slightly depressed and negative. Shirogane constantly had his characteristic glare on his face, but upon closer look one could begin to see tells. Kaguya paid extra attention to Shirogane’s face, and his to hers, causing each other to glance away whenever they caught a glance of each other. Fujiwara was an avatar of chaos, and utterly unpredictable to all the others. Unfortunately, it soon became obvious that Iino was a completely open book, showing on her face fairly obviously whenever she had a bad or good hand.
Forty minutes later, everyone in the group had drunk at least 3 full glasses, with Iino leading having already drunk a full six glasses. There were a few signs of desperation happening to some members of the student council. Iino was wiggling in her seat, rubbing her thighs together a little bit as time went on, still focusing strongly on the game, and Ishigami had his legs crossed. The other members showed no signs of their need to pee, but they all certainly were feeling it. Kaguya was already feeling pangs in her bladder, but she knew Shirogane was likely looking to see her vulnerable as much as she wanted to see him desperate. Eventually a topic of conversation began to pick up between the council members. Fujiwara spoke first.
“Anyone else starting to feel the need to pee?” She said with a devilish grin, perhaps in an attempt to weaken the other competitors. To try and hit this home she wiggled her legs in a bit of a dance.
“I’m doing quite alright Fujiwara-san,” Kaguya spoke, and everyone else agreed with this, though Iino was a bit less believable in this given her obvious need to pee.
“Secretary Fujiwara, what made you come up with this game? It seems a bit irregular as far as the games you usually bring to us”. Shirogane asked.
“Well prez, the tabletop gaming club was meeting to continue working on this game we were making. We had some help from the mass media club’s Erika, and we began playing with the cards that we were making for the game. We were having a hard time trying to balance it, and by the time we finished, Erika really had to pee. One of our bathrooms were broken, and Moeha was in the other. We tried to keep playing to get her mind off, but it got so bad that eventually Erika had to pee into a cup we had! She almost spilled it everywhere.” Fujiwara explained in far greater detail than necessary.
“We didn’t need to know all of the details Secretary Fujiwara, you could have just said that you had a similar experience,” Shirogane explained, with a bit of a blush on his face given the too much information
“One interesting thing is that scientists have generally regarded urine as completely sterile, but recently it has been discovered that there is a very small amount of bacteria inside urine. That means that drinking urine probably isn’t as safe as previously thought,” Ishigami said with a bit of eagerness to his voice. Immediately after that though, all the girls gave him a side glance.
“Ishigami-kun, we knew you liked different things than us but I didn’t know you were into that,” Fujiwara said in a teasing voice.
“Of course you would,” Iino said with a blush. With the girls turned against him, Ishigami realized that he had spoken far more than he needed to. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but knowing how these sort of things usually go. He simply stood up, grabbed his bag and began to leave.
“I’ll just go home now,” Ishigami said with a depressed voice, at which Shirogane talked after him.
“See you tomorrow Ishigami, don’t do anything rash,” he said.
With Ishigami leaving, Fujiwara took this opportunity to quickly redistribute Ishigami’s pitcher to the rest of the group, leaving everyone with around half a pitcher filled with water. As she sat back down, she froze for a second as she felt a wave of desperation, fighting back the urge to pee as she shook her bladder with movement. When Ishigami left, Iino felt less self-conscious about herself, and was currently holding her crotch, bobbing her legs slightly. Meanwhile Kaguya and the President were still sitting strong, with barely a hint on their faces. Kaguya’s thighs were, however, tightly pressed together, and as the moving of water happened, she touched her left cheek with her right hand. Unbeknownst to the rest of the group, she was feeling quite desperate having drank coffee before this experiment, she was filling up faster than expected. Kaguya was steeled to continue on this trial, she knew she wanted to see the president in a vulnerable position. President Shirogane himself was still quite comfortable. He of course made no effort to stop this fight between the women of the student council. He couldn’t risk himself getting desperate. If he were, he had no doubt Kaguya would have something to say like “Ara Ara President, only drinking this much water is enough to make you feel that desperate? How cute.” This was a future Shirogane had to avoid at all costs.
The reason behind President Shirogane’s great bladder strength came from the results of his afterschool life. Shirogane often worked jobs, and any time he spent in the bathroom was time spent not earning money. This holding was reinforced at home, as his sister Kei was in her rebellious phase, she would often spend long periods of time in the bathroom tending to herself, leaving Shirogane with no option but to wait. On top of this, Shirogane spent many late nights studying, fueling himself with coffee. In his miniscule apartment, going to the bathroom could wake up his dad or sister, and he did not want to experience Kei’s rage by waking her up. This has caused the President to be very fortuitous, in a way that was coming in handy during this time.
Thus the competition continued. Without a fifth player to help divide out the punishment, Fujiwara and Iino were having a difficult time dealing with the poker—or at least poker face—experts in the President and Kaguya, causing the two of them to drink far less than Fujiwara or Iino. Fujiwara, ever eager to win at the cost of those around her, began to take advantage of Iino’s poor poker face. Whenever Fujiwara saw Iino’s face glow bright at her hand, she would quickly fold, and if Iino’s hand was obviously not very good, Fujiwara would pretend to have an obviously rough hand, causing Iino to bet more, and therefore become a bigger loser when she did end up losing.
As time went on, the competitors naturally became more and more desperate. At this point Iino was holding her crotch and squeezing her legs together constantly, every once in a while letting out a small gasp as she held herself. While she tried her best to be ladylike around the others, it was becoming more and more difficult to keep her need to pee hidden. With this display and with her certainly having drank the most water, it was clear that Iino was holding on with all her might. She might’ve given up already if Fujiwara weren’t cheering her on (probably to ensure that Fujiwara did not end up the biggest loser).
Fujiwara was hardly trying to hide her need to pee, rubbing her legs together, crossing them, bouncing herself up and down, causing her large breasts to bounce around, leaving the one boy in the room to have a very difficult finding a good spot to rest his eyes upon. To Kaguya’s mind filled to the brim with trying not to pee, and trying to keep her face stable as possible, this flagrant display of femininity was an affront to Kaguya and all she stood for. It was OBVIOUS that Fujiwara was trying to distract the President with her body fit for a sow, drawing attention away from Kaguya’s small chest. How dare this tainted creature try and spread her corruption!
With this angry delusion burning in her stressed mind, and feeling a little sad for Iino, decided to bring her full poker might down upon the pig Fujiwara. She began to give subtle hints to Fujiwara whenever the big-breasted insect looked at her, bending the lesser mind to Kaguya’s will. With her original goal half forgotten, this led to President Shirogane having to drink fairly little as the girls were either waging war at each other, or in the case of Iino, simply trying not to wet herself.
Soon enough, all pitchers were empty. With the competition still wanting to continue, Fujiwara stood up and began grabbing pitchers.
“I’ll get more water for us! The rest of you wait here!” Fujiwara said, her hips wiggling back and forth as she stood up, obviously bursting for a pee. Kaguya, not trusting Fujiwara for even a second stood up as well.
“I shall help you Fujiwara-san, it will make the trip easier if you don’t have to carry all the pitchers,” Kaguya said standing up and carefully picking up two of the pitchers. Fujiwara faltered a bit at this, obviously having intended to be up to no good when she left. Knowing what would happen if she were to argue and get caught, Fujiwara submitted to Kaguya coming with her.
The two then started going on the short walk to where they could fill up their pitchers. Fujiwara walked with all the grace of a drunk chicken, wiggling around and rubbing her legs together constantly as she walked, sometimes taking a short break to give herself a little bit of a squeeze. Kaguya on the other hand still kept a lady-like grace to herself as she walked. This was however her simply hiding it. The entire time she was walking Kaguya had her thighs squeezed tightly together, trying desperately to keep pressure on her crotch as she walked. Filling the pitchers was a struggle, even Kaguya had to take a second to grip herself through her dress, thankfully the school was empty this time of day, so there were no one here to see either of the women at their weakest. As they began to make their desperate walk back, Fujiwara posed a question to Kaguya.
“Geeze, Kaguya-san, I think I leaked a little bit when we were filling up that water. Are you sure your panties are still dry?” Fujiwara asked
“Fujiwara san, it’s not appropriate to talk about such things as openly as that,” Kaguya responded to the pig, but recalling her own struggle, she did add “but I assure you, my underwear is still quite dry.” A statement that was not entirely convincing even to herself.
“I thought this would be a great time to see prez be weak! He’s always acting so tough around us. I thought this would be perfect for seeing more of him, but he’s doing so well!” Fujiwara said, pouting as the duo continued to waddle back to the student council room. Kaguya then remembered why she kept Fujiwara near her. Though sometimes she is a pig, Fujiwara truly understands Kaguya. With her spirit calmed they two re-entered the student council room, finding Shirogane sitting with his legs light crossed, looking a bit awkward as sitting next to him was Iino with both hands holding her crotch tightly. As the two entered, both looked up, and just as Iino looked about ready to give up, Fujiwara slammed down the pitchers and sat down. Picking up cards, and quickly dealt hands and began to play again before Iino could object. Iino sighed, and the game picked up again.
It wasn’t very long into this bout of playing before everyone had degraded even further. Iino was holding on by a string, panting, barely able to even say that she folded her hand before having to focus herself on her bladder. She was only kept here by Fujiwara’s constant hurling of compliments and encouragement. Fujiwara herself was losing all sense of femininity or care, sometimes putting her hands up her skirt to hold herself, thankfully most being blocked by the table from Shirogane’s eyes. Once during play Fujiwara gasped sharply, before almost without shame announcing to the group that she had let out another small leak. But then assured everyone she could still hold it. Kaguya noticed Fujiwara shaking her hand as she picked up the next set of cards. Kaguya had turned to holding herself with one hand while playing with the other, glad her embarrassing situation being hidden from sight by the table. Difficulty came when she had to perform her routine to try and keep herself stable.
About five minutes after this, there was a pause in the conversation and playing as everyone gathered themselves for the next round. Though as the silence overtook the student council, a soft sound caught the ears of everyone there. A soft hissing was heard for two seconds, followed by a sharp gasp. The student council froze as they glanced at each other’s faces, before everyone’s eyes rested on Iino’s face. She was beet red, and tears were welling up in her eyes. Everyone’s eyes then quickly went to her crotch. Thankfully for Iino’s dignity, wearing her dress long hid her little accident from view, the evidence luckily not showing on her stockings
“I can’t take it anymore!” Iino states as she leapt up off of her seat on the couch and rushed out. Left behind on her seat and a bit on her butt was a small wet spot. As she ran down the hall, Fujiwara herself was breathing heavily. The empathy of her cute kouhai letting out a lengthy spurt was weighing heavily on her, emotionally and physically. Kaguya, seeing this dilemma. Calmly started to speak.
“My my Fujiwara-san, I think you should check up on Iino. You’ve been teasing her this whole game, it’s only fair to help her out if you caused her to experience an unfortunate incident.” Fujiwara, taking this hint and opportunity, quickly nodded and ran out the door, herself likely about to spring a leak.
“It appears we are the only two left. I’m willing to call it a draw if you are Shinomiya-san,” Shirogane said, looking desperate, but likely far less than any other contestant. The reason Shirogane gave up his goal was a mercy. Though most of the time Kaguya’s emotions were an enigma to him, he knew her well enough to tell that she was struggling to hold on. While he wanted little more than to see her in a vulnerable position, he did not want to see it at the cost of Kaguya’s dignity. He would rather him see her vulnerable under better conditions.
“I agree President, this was a silly contest anyways.” Kaguya’s words though were a farce of her true emotions, as she once again was performing her routine. Kaguya was on the very brink. When she had heard the soft hiss of Iino’s pee, Kaguya had momentarily lost the strength to hold on, and had leaked some pee into her own panties. Through her great strength she was able to regain control with only leaking for less than half a second. She could feel the wet warmth on her crotch telling her that she was near the very limit of her strength. She could feel her bladder and nether-regions throbbing in desperation. Her thighs were squeezed together as hard as she could manage, and her hand was putting pressure on her crotch in a very un-ladylike way. Reeling internally from her momentary loss of control, she had given up her original goal, and now was simply trying not to flood her panties in front of her love.
“You may go to the bathroom first Shinomiya,” Shirogane said “I shall tidy up” Shirogane stood up, and began to gather the cards and cups together. Kaguya nodded at this, not willing to try and argue under the current conditions, and gently stood up from the couch, trying discretely to hold her crotch as she stood. This however was a mistake, as when Kaguya exerted the effort to stand up, another spurt of pee released from her. This one was a bit longer than her first leak, and had gone beyond the capacity that her panties could hold. Her pee continued on to begin to dampen her dress and fingers holding herself, causing her to almost gasp in surprise. As she stopped the flow again, she could feel drops began to work their way down her thighs. Kaguya stole a quick glance towards her legs, and thankfully she couldn’t see any liquid running down them yet, the drops being stopped further up on her thighs She hoped the President didn’t hear any sound from her as she let out the softest of squeals as she tried her hardest to remain in control.
Having regained her inner composure, Kaguya began to walk slowly out of the student council room. Halfway out though, a wave of desperation caught Kaguya by surprise, and she began leaking again. This time for a whole second as a jet of urine burst forcefully into her already sodden panties. Her dress and hand caught most of it, but now Kaguya could see a small trail working it’s way beneath her skirt, stopping just short of her socks. Her hand felt extremely wet and warm, and with this Kaguya knew that she had no hope of truly hiding any evidence of this. She had to resist the urge to shake her hand out, as if she did not only would the president see her shaking away some liquid--which would of course be known as pee-- she knew that if she took her hand away that more urine would join what was already on her clothes.
Kaguya almost began running out the door as fast as she could, but in the next second, she came to a grim realization: she knew she couldn’t make it to the bathroom. It was a terrible choice between either peeing herself in the hall somewhere/ where someone could see, or peeing herself right in front of the president. Tears began to well up in her eyes as she knew what decision she had to take. No routine could save her from what was happening.
“Kaguya, what’s wrong?” the president spoke. With her back turned to him, she replied.
“P-President… D-Don’t look!”
Stubbornly trying as hard as she might to hold back the deluge yearning to burst out, Kaguya felt her strength depart from her. In the silent student council room, a sound could be heard: “Psssh… Pssssssssh…. Pssssssssssh”. Kaguya Shinomiya had begun to wet herself. She felt herself peeing full force into her panties, the wet warmth almost immediately overfilling the material and beginning to spread, first onto her skirt and hand, before once again filling over that and pouring down her thighs into her socks and shoes. As she continued, she lifted her dress away from her crotch a little bit in a vain attempt to limit the damage on her dress. This instead caused her pee to also start falling directly down from her, creating a waterfall of warm urine that overpowered the soft hissing with a muted pattering as it poured onto the rapidly dampening carpet beneath her. Kaguya couldn’t muster up a sound as she could feel her stream pouring out of her. The student council room was in a dead silence, aside from the noises from the torrent of liquid erupting from Kaguya.Tears began to run down her face as pee ran down her thighs. She could feel a wet warmth filling her socks and shoes as she continued to unleash her flood. Kaguya’s legs trembled as she let out all the pee she accumulated over this trial and out the day, a torrent of emotions also working their way into her mind. Her worry overtaking her mind was: what would the president think.
As soon as she could, Kaguya wrestled control back from her bladder, but the damage was already done. Her lower half was absolutely soaked, her dress had a large wet patch in the front, and there was a large dark spot beneath her on the red carpet that showed where her pee had come to rest. Kaguya began to sob gently, sniffling as she tried fruitlessly to hold back her tears. She had to face her reality, so she slowly turned herself around, her shoes squishing slightly as she did. She turned to face Shirogane, drops still dripping from her dress and in between her thighs and saw him frozen in place, still in the middle of cleaning up, eyes wide as he was unable to tear his eyes away from what had unfolded. Tears began to flow down her face with greater strength as she spoke with a choked voice.
“P-President, please don’t think less of me… it was an accident, it will never happen again”. At this Miyuki Shirogane quickly stood up and walked over to Kaguya. She closed her eyes, in anticipation of what the President would say to her. She didn’t know if she could handle what was about to happen. But she soon felt two hands on her shoulders. Kaguya opened her eyes and found Shirogane staring her right in the eyes with his eyes showing a kindness and worry that soothed Kaguya.
“Kaguya, no matter what happens, no matter how many times you pee yourself in front of me, you’re my vice president, and more than that. I will never think worse of you,” Shirogane said, a kindness in his voice, and a blush on his face. As he did this, a wave of relief stronger than that of when she wet herself came over Kaguya, her fears immediately blown away by her crush in front of her. Overtaken by this relief, she didn’t notice that her lower half was also overtaken by relief, as her strong emotions had caused her to let out the last of the pee inside her. At first neither of the two noticed, but as Kaguya felt warmth enveloping her lower half again, her blush intensified and she broke eye contact with the President. As Shirogane heard the pattering noise start back up, he turned and stepped away, a blush burning on his face, but he comforting hand still on her shoulder. The pee poured out of Kaguya again, but this time she couldn’t be damned to stop herself, having averted her worst nightmare. She continued to pee herself for fifteen seconds more before she was finally empty. The stream turned to but a small trickle, before finally the streams running their course all down Kaguya’s lower half stopped, leaving nothing but last drops falling from her sodden clothes.
“I… I’m done,” Kaguya softly spoke, trying not to convey her embarrassment “Could you get me my bag, I have my gym clothes today I could change into.” Shirogane nodded, and quickly grabbed her bag. Reading the mood, he also opened the bookcase into the back room of the student council, handing Kaguya a plastic bag and a towel for her.
Kaguya squished her way into the back room, leaving behind some more wet spots on the floor as she did and closed the door behind her. Kaguya took a second to inspect the damage. The front of her skirt was soaked very visible where her crotch would be, with a smaller, but still very visible wet spot on her butt where the pee had spread. Her socks were one hundred percent soaked, and her shoes felt as if she had just stepped into a large puddle. She quickly began to undress, placing her very wet socks and shoes into the plastic bag. She then stripped off her dress, leaving now a small draft to cool her lower extremities. She peeled off her wet black panties from her lower half, and blushed to herself as she saw the frilly black material near completely darkened, and saw the drips falling from the crotch and rear. She felt more naked than she ever had before now that all she had on was her bra, and on the other side of the door was her beloved. She was thankful that the pee couldn’t spread to her top half as well. She quickly shook this thought out of her mind, and began wiping herself down with the towel. Having finished, she then put on her gym clothes, lamenting at how she had to go without panties, but glad to not be having to wear something wet. Wanting to not stick around, she also sent a text to Hayasaka to get ready for her to leave. She emerged from the back room to find Shirogane cleaning up.
“S… Sorry about the mess,” Kaguya quietly chirped.
“The student council room has seen far worse,” Shirogane comforted “ There won’t be any sign of any of this when I’m done, and if anyone asks, in my hurry to leave I knocked over some of the pitchers onto you Shinomiya,” Shirogane explained, giving a warm smile “Go ahead and leave, I can take care of this.”
Kaguya nodded, and feeling tired from her ordeal, Kaguya exited the student council room, and sneakily made her way out of the school, being careful not to be spotted by anyone who would ask why she changed clothes, and why she’s carrying a plastic bag with some clothes in it. As she left and passed by the bathroom, her keen eye could see a wet spot or two near the bathroom. It appears either Iino or Fujiwara also had a bit of trouble. Soon she met up with Hayasaka, and quietly climbed into her car and began to drive away. Hayasaka immediately had a suspicious look on her face.
“Mistress Kaguya, what’s in the bag, and why are you now wearing your gym clothes?”
“N-No reason! Secretary Fujiwara had us play a strange game, and I had to change due to it,” Kaguya said, technically not lying. Before she could react, Hayasaka deftly snatched the bag from her hands, and gazed into the bag, seeing a wet towel, and a very pee-soaked pair of wet panties.
“My my, if you wanted to flirt with the president and give him a new fetish, there are far simpler ways to do so” Hayasaka teased in her deadpan voice.
“Hayasaka!!” Kaguya complained.
Todays results: Shinomiya and Shirogane win. They saw each other vulnerable and have grown closer.
Let me know if there's any criticism to improve.
Edited July 25, 2020 by Maniack
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I wake with you still sleeping next to me. It’s the first morning of our naughty weekend, safe to say we made the most of the first night. The room smells strongly of our pee. A trail of wet clothes lead to the bed we lie in. A large dark patch on the old wooden floorboards, the ghost of the puddle we made.
I think back to you tickling me, how I squirmed on the floor beneath you. I think of how you teased my full bladder with dribbles of your own pee, how you made me hold on until you’d finished wetting your shorts over me.
Your sleepy breaths on my neck are so cute. I call you my kitten, with your soft purrs and fluffy pillow hair.
The old cottage we’re in is soon to be knocked down. When your parents told you, you said we should seize the opportunity. How right you were. When else could we make such a mess?
I need a pee now actually. But I don’t want to move, you’re sleeping so softly. I lie with my back to you, looking out over yesterday’s exploits. We’re the first to sleep here for decades, the sparse rooms emptied long ago, leaving only a few larger ancient furnishings. The bed we’re in, one of two in the building, must be Victorian. The mattress thin and lumpy. But it doesn’t seem to matter with you next to me.
I daren’t move because the bed frame will creak loudly. You should have heard it yesterday. How it creaked then. The springs squeaking. You squealing. I smile, thinking of what we did.
I try not to think of my full bladder. Instead my eyes drift across the room to pick out our discarded clothing. The pink top I was wearing, wet with your pee, was the first to come off. Your denim shorts, those cheeky lace panties. My leggings, worn and wet commando. Our bras, both sports bras for the long walk up here. You got mine wet. I was cross at first, it’s the only one I brought. But it didn’t seem to matter for long.
I’m getting restless, I want you to wake so you can tell me where to pee. We’re off grid here. The cottage pre-dates inside washrooms, the privy in the garden long overgrown. You said when we arrived that I wasn’t to pee outside. You said it defeated the point. You hadn’t explicitly said I need your permission to pee inside either, but I felt I needed it. You’re so controlling over my bladder when we’re together. I love it. You make me hold longer than I ever could alone, the relief I feel when you let me go is so much sweeter.
Now I don’t have your consent. I wouldn’t know where to go anyway. The floor? Seems too obvious. That old armchair downstairs? That would be nice. I don’t know if you’d let me do that though. Thinking about it isn’t helping my comfort. I feel like a pup waiting for her owner to let her into the garden. I want to go out and water the grass. Or find a lamp post. I squirm, rolling to face you and jamming a hand between my legs. The bed groans at my movement, you stir but do not wake.
You’re so venerable when you sleep. All your assertion and authority is gone. We’re the same age but awake you act older, asleep you act younger. Over your shoulder I see our backpacks hanging from a beam. Peaking out of yours, the familiar blue, white, pink plastic - an open packet of pull up diapers.
You wear them at night because asleep you cannot control yourself, and yet awake you control both of us. Irony. I smile to myself.
Time continues slipping by. I grow tenser, the hand between my legs fidgets and grips more. After you wet yourself over me last night, you tickled me and pulled me to my feet. It was as we stood, cuddling and kissing that you finally let me go. Hours of hiking, of sipping water and watching your cute bottom lead the way, all released in a blissful downpour. The puddle had been huge. We pattered our feet and danced on the wet wood. I wonder now where that puddle went. It disappeared between floorboards soon after we’d made it. Had it dripped through the ceiling below? Had it cracked the old plaster? What damage had we done?
I squirm again, wondering if I could project my bottom over the side of the bed and pee without waking you. What would you say? Would you be upset? I wasn’t fair, I thought. Not fair that you could leak in your sleep with your little diaper, while I grew ever desperate. I wondered if you had. Had you peed in the night?
My thoughts are suspended as you finally open your eyes. Long lashes sleepily part, revealing the blue ocean I have been lost in since we met. Our gaze locks for a moment, as where we are and what we’ve done come flooding back to you. You smile, chuckle, and stretch.
“Good morning,” you yawn, propping yourself up on an elbow and pulling the sheet away to reveal my chest. You lean over me and we kiss. My bladder twinges. You notice instantly. It’s like you have a sixth sense for it.
Our lips part and you look down on me with a cheeky grin.
“You didn’t go in the night?” You stroke my chest as you ask, playfully twirling a hard nipple.
“No, did you?” I pry.
You take your hand from my chest, it disappears beneath the sheets. I hear the papery rustle as you investigate the pull up. Then you smile and nod.
“I did,” You’re pleased with yourself.
“Where should I go?”
Your fingers, wet from your investigation, find the hand jammed between my legs.
“Oh you’re quite desperate,” you pretend it’s a realisation.
I nod.
“Come,” you say, pulling my hand from between my legs and slipping it into your diaper. It’s warm, wet, squishy. I feel your arousal, as much as I did last night. I can’t help myself, it’s instinctual. I begin to massage you you.
“Here’s the deal,” you pretend not to notice my pummelling fingers, “I’ll go for my morning pee right now. If the diaper leaks, I’ll let you wet the b...”
Your sentence trails off, the smile growing across your face says it all.
Now you’re too distracted to pee. My long fingers are retracing last night’s footsteps, fingertips tapping and dragging familiar ground. I feel your skin growing hotter. The diaper becomes steamy humid, wet with hours old pee kept warm against your body. Hand embraced by the pulp, I stretch to feel your wetness changing. Sticky skin quickly turns silky smooth.
Your hips curl to draw me in. I watch your face intently. The subtle changes as pleasure grips you. Checks rosy red. Eyes tightly shut. Lips parted for panting breath to brush past. And your cute little chin, how it quivers as you bob up and down on my fingers. My heart is melting. Full bladder almost forgotten. I nuzzle you.
“You’ll...make....” the words slip from you between breaths as if you’re talking in your sleep. “You’ll...make...me...come.”
I already knew. You’re body had told me. Twitches flutter through you. Spasms grip my fingers. Breaths become moans. I feel your pleasure as if it’s my own. Waves of intensity flow between us.
Then it happens. An orgasmic thrust of your hips, a gasp, and my hand is drenched. You pee as you come. The golden nectar spurting from you, sputtering between convolutions. A hissing that grows and fades as your climax surges your veins. You shake. Legs quiver. The hot jet of pee forcing itself into my palm. It hits the diaper and sprays out, soaking your thighs and saturating the mattress.
The orgasm fades long before your bladder is empty. As you continue to wet the bed, I pull your diaper aside. I stroke you gently, parting your lips with two fingers. You pee in a thundering arch directly on the old mattress. The heavy liquid hammers sodden fabric with a glorious thumping. The golden puddle washes towards my legs. Suddenly my full bladder is uncontrollable. I grip myself again, squirm uncomfortably.
“It’s okay sweetie”, you encourage in a gentle, satisfied voice. “Looks like my diaper leaked.”
We giggle. I relax. Without breaking eye contact, I empty my bladder in the bed. The sound of your pee pattering to an end becomes my hissing, with loud drips raining over the edge of the mattress and drumming the floorboards. Heat spreads under our bottoms, wetting past our knees, creeping up our backs. Our bodies sink into a infinite embrace. Below us, your pee mixes with mine. Two bladders emptied. Two hearts intertwined.
The relief drives a soft pleasure through me. It’s a wholesome feeling. Satisfying in a deep, holistic way. We kiss.
“I guess we’re sleeping in the other bed tonight,” You chuckle.
Edited July 25, 2020 by Charlie Kirby
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“Ten laps,” said Michael, slowing to a stop. “That’s enough for today.”
Sylvia stopped a few seconds behind her and leaned against a wall. “Thank God,” she gasped. She knew why Michael had her on this training regimen; she even agreed with it. (It was hard to argue with results - she’d already shaved almost four seconds off her record.) That didn’t mean she had to enjoy it, though.
It didn’t help, either, that Michael was so much less affected by the exertion than her. Sure, she was breathing kind of heavily, but where Sylvia was left sweating, red-faced and blotchy, Michael practically seemed to glow. (Sylvia acknowledged to herself that she was probably a little bit biased, but still.) Indeed, she was quite sure that Michael was deliberately slowing down on their morning jogs to keep pace with her. From a lot of people that would have felt condescending, but she knew Michael wasn’t that sort of person. From her it was encouraging, a pace one step ahead of Sylvia’s representing the next step in her improvement - and then another step after that, and another, all the way to Captain.
(She’d rarely met people who seriously believed she could do it, much less with Michael’s wholehearted surety.)
“Here.” Michael’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts to see her holding a package of water from the small pile she’d left at the beginning-and-end point of their laps, so as to rehydrate between each one. Sylvia took it, twisted it open, and drank it, slowly enough to avoid inhaling any of it since she was still breathing heavily. It was blessedly cool and refreshing - the wonders of insulated packaging - but she did feel it joining all the others in her stomach. They weren’t particularly big bottles, perhaps a cupful apiece, but Michael was much more of a stickler for hydration than Sylvia, especially lately. She was starting to fancy she could feel it all sloshing in her stomach, and so early in the day; she knew it would make its way downwards before very long.
That was the point, after all.
“Gotta pee, gotta pee, gotta pee…”
She jogged through the corridors as quickly as she dared in her current state, feeling the weight in her abdomen bounce and shake with every step. The party had been fun, and it was still ongoing, but when Sylvia had ducked out of her conversation because she couldn’t put off going to the bathroom any longer she’d found it liberally decorated with vomit, presumably from someone who’d had too much to drink in an entirely different sense. She knew she wouldn’t be able to hold it much longer, having already relieved herself twice since “breaking the seal” some time ago, so she’d made a snap decision to return to her room, use the bathroom there, and then head back to the party. It was only a few corridors over, after all. Easy.
She hadn’t accounted for quite how badly she needed to go, though.
“Ohhhh, I gotta pee,” she mumbled to herself. Her bladder throbbed constantly and insistently, trying to force its contents through her clenched muscles; as she rounded the last corner she felt a drop escape and let out a small gasp.
She made it to her door, waited for it to slide open - in her desperate state it seemed torturously slow - and dashed past the beds to the bathroom door at the other end of the room. That too slid open, and she entered. To her surprise, it was already occupied; there, sitting on the toilet, was- “Michael?”
“Tilly,” said Michael in her surprised-almost-question tone. Sylvia’s inebriated train of thought struggled to switch tracks; she squeezed her thighs tightly together and pressed her hands into her crotch as hard as she could, the suddenly-dashed prospect of immediately imminent relief sending her urge into overdrive. Her bladder spasmed, and despite her best efforts another, larger leak squirted from her.
“I must have forgotten to lock the door,” Michael realized. “I’m sorry. I’ll just-” She inhaled sharply through her teeth. “-go,” she finished. As she awkwardly stood up, Sylvia’s brain finally caught up with her eyes and she began to realize something was weird. It was somewhat unusual for a person to sit on the toilet with their pants still entirely on, for instance, especially with (Sylvia now saw clearly as Michael stood) the lid down. Michael’s legs had been tightly crossed - she had uncrossed them before standing up, but kept them just as tightly together - and, though she’d pulled it away as soon as Sylvia barged in, she was pretty sure she’d had a hand between them.
In fact… “If I didn’t know better I’d say you have to pee as badly as I do right now,” Sylvia realized aloud. “Which is really badly.” As though to prove the point, another leak forced its way past her shaky resistance - it took more than a full second to clamp down hard enough to stop it, and she knew that it wouldn’t stay stopped for long. The next time would be significantly worse, if she could even stop it at all.
“I’m fine,” Michael said in a shaky voice that was anything but fine. Further putting the lie to her words, she suddenly bent forward at the waist, clenching her hands into fists which she pressed to her sides and scrunching up her face with effort. She was visibly shaking, Sylvia realized, trembling with the effort of holding it back.
“You’re not fine,” Sylvia informed her with all the confidence of a drunk person imparting a great revelation.
“No,” Michael agreed, and apparently reached the end of her control. A small dark patch bloomed on her pants which stopped for a moment, then grew into a larger dark patch covering the entire crotch area and stopped again; and then seemingly all at once they were wet all the way down her legs and a torrent of liquid was pouring from them onto the floor.
The sheer force of it was astonishing to Sylvia; for several seconds neither of them moved, nor made a sound beyond the pouring of water. Her paralysis was broken by another spasm from her bladder, the desperation all the worse for seeing and hearing Michael relieving herself right in front of her, and suddenly Sylvia too was wetting herself, accumulated alcohol pouring down her legs to join Michael’s pee on the floor, her muscles too tired to hold it back. The relief was incredible, so much so that she let out a quiet moan.
And, after a while, Sylvia’s stream tapered off.
Michael’s kept going.
And going.
And going.
How much was she holding? Sylvia wondered, staring transfixed at Michael’s legs. Michael herself had straightened up, the tension released from her body; she was visibly avoiding looking at Sylvia or the mess she was making, but Sylvia could see the mixed relief and embarrassment on her face. As Michael continued relieving herself, that question morphed into She was holding this much?
Eventually, Michael’s torrent slowed to a trickle, and finally stopped entirely. Sylvia found herself awestruck. She’d never imagined someone could have that much urine inside them, let alone seen it. The combined puddle of their pee looked to have spread out across the entire floor, from one wall to the other unbroken but for where they stood in it.
Sylvia started laughing, not entirely sure what it was she found so funny but unable to stop. Michael looked at her, confused, but Sylvia just laughed harder, collapsing into a sitting position on the floor. Her pants were immediately soaked, but they were a write-off by that point anyway.
Michael shook her head. “Computer, drain the floor and initiate sonic clean.”
“Initiating,” the computer acknowledged. Sylvia felt the humming beneath her as the cleaning cycle began, and the liquid drained away through the slits that opened up. Michael sat down beside her and put an arm around her as her laughter started to die away into giggling, then silence. Then the hiccups started.
“You’re drunk,” Michael informed her.
“I know,” Sylvia replied between hiccups. She leaned against Michael, resting her head on her shoulder as she waited for them to subside.
It was an odd place to sit together, but Sylvia had done much weirder things when she’d been drinking. (Fortunately, tattoo removal was easy and painless. And she’d managed to get the photos deleted.) After her hiccups passed and some silence for good measure, Sylvia asked, “How much did you drink?”
“Enough.” Well, Michael wasn’t wrong. Where it had been visible pouring between her legs her pee had looked almost clear; she was definitely hydrated. “Do you think you can get up?”
“Probably.”
“Let’s get cleaned up, then.” Sylvia pouted as Michael pulled away, but obligingly took her hand and let her pull her upright. She gestured to one wall, behind which was one of the two sonic showers adjacent to the room. “I’ll take this shower, you take the other. And then you should have a glass of water before you go to sleep.”
“I guess you’re the expert on water,” Sylvia joked, trying not to laugh lest another fit of hysteria take her.
“Hydration is important,” Michael replied with an amused smile. “Especially if you want to minimize the hangover in the morning.”
Lunch break. Halfway through the work shift. A time to relax, refuel, and socialize. Also a time to give one’s brain a break, because there was only so long a girl could stare at data readings without going mad.
No small number of the crew also took the opportunity to use the bathrooms. While regulations expressly permitted Starfleet personnel to leave to relieve themselves if necessary, nobody enjoyed the feeling of all eyes on them, like being back in school and having to ask the teacher for permission to go and all the other kids knowing you couldn’t even wait ten more minutes for the end of the lesson without losing control in your seat.
Or maybe that was just Sylvia.
Ironic, then, that she was not among that number. Not because she didn’t feel any urge - she could feel the weight of her bladder in her abdomen, not yet full enough to be described as desperate but impossible to ignore once she’d shaken herself out of her focus on her work, a constant awareness of the organ and its contents - but because she knew she didn’t yet need it.
The water bottle accompanying her food would certainly push her in that direction, though.
Michael smiled at her as she joined her at her table. Not one of the polite, reserved smiles she offered most people; the genuine expression that Sylvia privately liked to think of as her smile. Michael was such a controlled person, right down to her expressions; it felt good to be (as far as Sylvia knew) the only person who so commonly drew visible feelings from her.
She also scanned over Sylvia’s tray as she put it down to make sure everything on it was on Taskmaster Burnham’s list of approved healthy foods. Couldn’t risk a dangerous cupcake sneaking in, after all.
(She’d tried that once, early on. It hadn’t worked; Michael just swapped it out for a healthy dessert. Which tasted better than the cupcake anyway, not that Sylvia would admit it.)
“You won’t believe what Lieutenant Tate said to Saru today,” Michael told her. Sylvia opened her bottle and took a sip, ignoring her bladder’s faint protest, as Michael started to recount the latest development in the ongoing disagreement she’d been watching play out.
When Sylvia woke the morning after her mutual wetting, the incident was lost to the alcohol-induced blur. She had the vague impression that something embarrassing had happened, but since she couldn’t remember what and nobody said anything she simply put it out of her mind.
Three days later, she glanced up from her workstation and, as was so often the case, she found her eyes drawn to Michael. Her roommate was working beside her, a normal sight, but there was something that caught Sylvia’s attention. It took a moment to place it, but then it clicked: Michael was visibly tense. It was subtle - Michael’s posture was sharp at any time - but Sylvia knew her well enough to read the discomfort in her bearing, the set of her jaw, the tightness of her shoulders.
Michael shifted subtly, thighs rubbing together in the motion. A vague, blurry memory began to filter back into Sylvia’s mind.
“Michael, do you need to pee?” she asked quietly, mindful of the other personnel in the room who might overhear.
“I’m fine,” Michael replied in the same tone.
“Are you sure? Because you said you were fine the other night.”
Michael’s eyes darted over to her. “You remember that?”
Sylvia gave a vague shrug. “A little.”
“I assumed you’d forgotten.” She sighed. “This isn’t the time or place. I’ll talk once we’re off duty.”
“Okay,” Sylvia agreed. “Just make sure you go before it gets that bad.”
Michael, oddly enough, gave a slight smile, and returned to her work.
“You okay there, Tilly?”
“Hm?” Sylvia looked up from her screen at Lieutenant Stamets’ question, and her need to pee hit her like a brick wall. She’d put it out of her mind while she was absorbed in her work, letting her subconscious take over, but now that she was thinking about it it was impossible to ignore. She wasn’t yet in imminent danger of losing control, but that point was getting closer. Her bladder throbbed, muscles stretched tight around the heavy ball of liquid that was weighing her down.
“You’re looking a little restless,” Stamets explained, oblivious to her situation. (Sylvia certainly hoped so, anyway.) “Everything alright?”
“Yeah,” she lied. “Just- been standing here too long, you know?” She realized she was bouncing a little in place and did her best to settle down. She had only limited success, and it certainly didn’t help her desperation.
Michael, beside her, looked up from her own work and reached over to lay a comforting hand on her back. (Tilly, not for the first time, tried not to interpret Michael’s habit of casually touching her in light of her knowledge of Vulcan attitudes towards touch. Michael was still human, her Vulcan mannerisms notwithstanding.) “It has been a long day,” she agreed.
Stamets laughed. “Aren’t they all. At least there’s only-” he looked down at his own workstation to check the time, “-half an hour until end of shift.”
“Almost there,” Sylvia agreed. Stamets nodded and, concerns assuaged, turned his attention back to his work. Sylvia did the same, trying to strike a balance between keeping her mind off her bladder and not letting herself start dancing to hold it in.
Just half an hour more.
Michael didn’t bring it up after their shift ended. She simply sat down on her bed, pulled out her datapad, and started reading.
Sylvia sat on her own bed, facing Michael. “So…” she began.
Michael looked up at her. “So?”
“So, if you need to go, why haven’t you? Why not just use the bathroom if you need to? And why were you sitting on the toilet without using it?” A thought struck her, and she continued without pause. “Wait, is this inappropriate to ask? Did I cross a boundary? I’m sorry if-”
“You’re fine, Tilly,” Michael interrupted her. She put down her pad and turned to face Tilly, sitting on the edge of her bed. “I’m not uncomfortable. I was just teasing you.”
Sylvia sighed in relief. “Good, okay. I’m not always sure when I say something weird and sometimes I’ve offended someone without realizing.”
Michael gave her one of her smiles. “I wouldn’t take offense if I knew you didn’t intend to give it. Just like you don’t take offense at my reservedness.”
“There’s nothing to take offense at. It’s not like you’re being rude just because you express yourself differently.”
“Exactly.” It took Sylvia a moment to realize what Michael meant, but then it clicked how what she’d said could apply to her too. She knew it was true, but it was harder to extend the same understanding to herself as to others. “So,” Michael continued, “you had some questions for me.”
“Yeah.” Sylvia didn’t repeat them; there was no point. She knew Michael had heard her the first time, and even if she hadn’t they would have been pretty easy to guess.
“It started with my adoption on Vulcan,” Michael began. “I’d never given any particular thought to my bathroom habits. But then I found myself surrounded by Vulcans. Most of them had never met a human, and of those who had only Spock, Sarek, and a very few others were really used to them as people, rather than aliens. So when I, an angry, grieving young girl, joined their number, they evaluated me as a Vulcan rather than a human, and I came up lacking.”
“That must have been hard,” Sylvia said. It sounded… very lonely. Very sad.
“It wasn’t easy,” she agreed. “I had Amanda’s support, of course. And I think eventually I truly came into myself on Vulcan. But the transition was difficult.” She paused for a moment. “Anyway, that’s not strictly relevant. The point was, over the next few years I learned to be a Vulcan. Vulcans are expected to strive for self-control in all things, including bodily needs; visibly displaying a need to use the bathroom is seen as childish. And, as it happens, Vulcan bladders are approximately fifty percent larger than humans’ on average.”
Sylvia could see where this was going. “So when you were in class with the Vulcan kids…”
“My options were to allow myself to become desperate and seem childish, or use the bathroom frequently and seem weak. Neither option was a good one; Vulcan children don’t bully one another in the same way human children do, but that doesn’t mean they don’t do it at all. After a while, I resolved to train myself to last longer, and began increasing the period at which I relieved myself. As long as I could avoid showing it in public, and longer in private.”
“Did it work?”
“It did. Soon enough my habits were no longer considered worthy of teasing, and by the time I enrolled in the Vulcan Science Academy I was the least likely of my classmates to need a break. I continued the practice out of habit, and early in my tenure on the Shenzhou a minor emergency situation was complicated by a Lieutenant being away from his post at a critical moment, having left to use the bathroom a minute earlier. So I simply never broke the habit, bringing us to the present day.”
“Huh.” It made sense, but… “Do you normally… wet yourself? Is that part of the training?”
Michael flushed slightly. “No. That’s less frequent; only when I find myself alone at the right time, and not in close succession. Straining my muscles on a frequent basis would only be detrimental.”
“Why, then?”
“Early on in this habit I began to realize I found it enjoyable. Both physically pleasurable, for reasons relating to human anatomy, and a sense of pride at seeing my efforts pay off. And when at one point, in private, I overestimated myself, I found that too was pleasurable. So, when it’s convenient, I repeat the experience.”
“Huh,” Sylvia said again. She’d never thought of not peeing as something enjoyable, just kind of annoying. Though, in hindsight, there was that one time when she’d hooked up with a guy and hadn’t had a chance to go pee before the sex, and it had been unusually intense. She’d ended up stopping halfway through because she didn’t think she could hold it, but still.
Absently, her gaze settled on Michael’s abdomen. It felt strange, knowing she needed to pee. That she chose to hold on, that she found pleasure in it. Right now, her bladder was full, it was stretched tight around her accumulated urine, it was straining to hold it in, it was…
It was visibly swollen, she realized. A noticeable bulge pushing out the front of her clothes that was definitely not there normally. “Is that your bladder?” she blurted out, already knowing the answer.
Michael looked down at herself. “A full enough bladder can produce visible distention in some cases, yes.” She reached down to lift the bottom of her shirt up, exposing the smooth skin of her stomach where it curved outwards several inches into a bulge.
Sylvia desperately wanted to touch it. She wanted to feel that beneath her fingertips. She wanted to feel that inside herself. She wanted Michael. She wanted quite a few things all at once and very strongly. All of that jumbled up in her brain what fell out of her mouth was “Should I do that?”
Michael looked back up at her, surprised. “What?”
Well, she could have had said worse things, she supposed. Still, she scrambled to find an explanation that didn’t involve her intense desire to take Michael’s clothes off of her, or vice-versa. “Well, a Captain having to go to the bathroom in an emergency would be worse than a Lieutenant. And you said it felt good.” Too close to the danger zone, change course. “Plus it would probably be good training for willpower and concentration and pushing past physical discomfort and… stuff,” she trailed off.
Michael still looked a little confused, but at least she didn’t look like she suspected what Sylvia wasn’t saying. “If… you want to,” she said, “there’s no reason why not. As long as you pay attention to your limits, it can’t hurt.”
“I can do that,” she agreed with a little too much enthusiasm.
“Okay,” Michael said, just going with the flow (so to speak). “The first step would be to determine your normal habits. You’d want to spend a few days, perhaps a week, recording the times you use the bathroom to determine how long you typically wait. After that, you can gradually start extending it…”
Sylvia shifted in her seat, uncrossing her legs only to recross them the other way around the hand firmly pressed between them. It didn’t help. Her bladder continued to ache and throb, tired muscles barely holding back the liquid bearing down on them in search of freedom. She hadn’t scrolled her datapad for some time, staring at the same passage without seeing it at all.
Her bladder clenched in a spasm, causing her to gasp as a small leak was forced out of her. There was no more ignoring it, no more denying it; she needed to pee. “I’m about to lose it,” she told Michael, voice shaking with strain.
Michael, in the other chair across the table, looked up at her. “Computer, display Tilly’s and my urinary status.”
The data pushed aside the previous contents of their pads’ screens. “Tilly, Sylvia,” the computer announced. “Highest recorded capacity, one point three six five litres. Highest recorded duration, thirteen hours, twelve minutes. Current capacity, one point two nine five litres. Current duration, twelve hours, fifty-four minutes. Burnham, Michael. Highest recorded capacity, two point eight six litres. Highest recorded duration, twenty-five hours, one minute. Current capacity, one point nine seven litres. Current duration, thirteen hours, two minutes.”
Another spasm gripped Sylvia, sending a shiver through her. Michael barely even looked uncomfortable. Here Sylvia was, writhing in place and desperately holding herself to keep control even a few minutes longer, and Michael was half again as full as her and anyone who didn’t know her well wouldn’t even notice she was tense.
Something of her thoughts must have shown on her face, because Michael frowned. “Tilly,” she asked, concerned, “what’s wrong?”
“You mean beyond the obvious?”
“Yes. I’ve seen you like this before, you don’t usually look upset.”
Sylvia gave a frustrated sigh, then squeaked and jumped as another leak was forced out of her. Note to self, don’t breathe too hard. She didn’t reply for a moment, busy making sure the leak didn’t turn into a flood, but once she had it more or less under control she looked back up at Michael. “It’s just… I know it’s silly, you’ve had so much more practice than me, but I just… I feel weak. In comparison. You’re holding so much more than I am and you don’t even look like you need to go, when I’m like… this.” She gestured vaguely at herself with her free hand.
Michael looked shocked and a little upset. “Tilly, you’re not weak. Not by a long shot.”
“I know that,” she said, and gave Michael a weak smile. “Logically. It’s just hard to convince myself.”
Michael stood up, picked up her chair, and moved around to sit beside Sylvia. She gently laid a hand on her back, rubbing in soothing circles. Despite her situation, Sylvia did relax a little, though she made very sure not to relax the muscles holding her quivering bladder at bay. “I don’t think I mentioned,” Michael began. “Within the first week of training myself, I began to occasionally measure how much I was holding. Wanted to see how well I was doing compared to Vulcans’ natural ability.” She smiled wryly. “We didn’t have a ship’s computer built into our house, of course, so I had to use cruder methods; I stole a measuring container from our kitchen and hid it in my room.” Sylvia gave a small laugh, imagining a teenage Michael sneakily appropriating kitchen equipment. “At the beginning, I could only hold around six hundred millilitres before I lost control of myself. It took me over three months to reach a litre. You’ve made almost twice that amount of progress in a shorter time.” Sylvia looked at her, surprised; her expression was nothing but sincere and encouraging. Even proud. “You’re not weak. You have strength and determination and self-control. Those are just a few of the qualities I admire in you, and of the reasons I-” she hesitated for just a moment, “-know you’ll make an excellent captain.”
Sylvia sniffed. “Thank you,” she replied, a little choked up. “Um. Normally I’d hug you when you said something like that, but… you know.”
Michael laughed. “Later, then.”
“Yeah.” Her bladder started to clench again, more insistently; it felt like its weight was directly atop her sphincter. Buoyed by Michael’s praise, she clenched harder, tightening her control until she no longer felt like she was in immediate danger of wetting herself. Slowly, deliberately, she sat up straighter, adopting a more confident posture. “I think… I can keep going,” she realized aloud.
“Are you sure?”
“No, but I’m gonna try.”
And she did. Despite feeling like she would lose control at any moment, she continued to hold back her urine for long minutes. Gone was any pretense of doing anything else; her entire focus was on the task. Within short order, her other hand joined the one buried in her crotch; her legs crossed over each other twice. She bounced and shook in place, and moaned and whimpered with every jolt and spasm. All the while, Michael continued rubbing her back, murmuring words of praise and encouragement that Sylvia could barely process, but which her brain turned directly into determination to continue onwards.
Eventually even her redoubled efforts started to become insufficient to the task; a particularly hard contraction of her bladder squeezed a small leak from her, followed shortly by another. Over the following minutes her underwear was slowly moistened by a series of spurts, none of which reduced her need in the slightest; indeed, for every drop that escaped her bladder became only more determined to expel the rest. It was contracting constantly now, a series of waves of desperation battering at her exhausted muscles, her bladder simply at the limit of its capacity; Sylvia was full, as full as she could possibly be, and no amount of determination could delay her release any longer.
When the end came, for a moment she took it for another leak; it felt no different than all of the previous ones. It became obvious that this was different, though, when it simply failed to stop; a slow but constant trickle began to make its way out of her urethra, and though she tried to clench her muscles harder it simply failed to stop. “No, no, no no no-” she muttered under her breath as the leak became faster and faster, her overworked sphincter unable to stop it, and the trickle became a flow which became a gush and then she was peeing full-force, despite her hands still pressed hard against her between her tightly-crossed legs.
Michael’s voice finally filtered into her conscious awareness. “You did so well,” she was saying. “I’m proud of you, Tilly. You’re amazing.”
“Thank you,” Sylvia sighed, and finally relaxed. Her pee gushed freely from her as she extricated her hands and uncrossed her legs; she slumped in her seat and leaned her upper body against Michael, unable to stay entirely upright as exhaustion hit her. It made sense, she supposed. She’d put herself through a lot.
It seemed to take forever for her bladder to empty, though logically she knew it wouldn’t be as long as Michael took on a regular basis. Michael put her arm around her completely, shifting her so her head was on Michael’s shoulder, and then leaned into the contact herself. And finally, eventually, her stream petered out.
“Would you like to know how you did?” Michael murmured.
“Mm-hm.” Sylvia nodded, Michael shifting slightly to accommodate the motion.
“Computer, report Tilly’s final results.”
“Tilly, Sylvia. Final capacity, one point six four litres. Final duration, thirteen hours, thirty-three minutes. New highest recorded capacity. New highest recorded duration.”
“You lasted twenty minutes longer than your record,” Michael noted, voice full of pride. “And almost three hundred millilitres. That was incredible, Tilly. I…” She trailed off. “You’re incredible.”
“Thank you.” Sylvia smiled, the praise prompting the familiar warm feeling in her chest that Michael so often elicited. The two of them sat together for a minute, until Tilly’s pants started to feel unpleasantly cold in their wetness. “Ugh,” she grumbled. “I should clean up.”
“Probably,” Michael agreed. Still, she didn’t move until Sylvia reluctantly pulled away from her. Standing upright was difficult; her legs had the approximate structural integrity of jelly. She staggered into the bathroom, stopping just inside the door to say, “Computer, start clean-up.” The door slid shut behind her as the computer announced its confirmation, and Sylvia quickly stripped down.
One benefit of Enterprise ships: The shower booths were soundproofed to prevent any high-frequency leakage. Thus, as long as she was quick about it, Sylvia didn’t have to worry about being quiet; she could take the chance to get off, to finger herself hard and fast and come moaning Michael’s name, without her being any the wiser.
As long as she remembered to lock the door. |
A/N: I do a lot prompted drabbles for commissions and streams and stuff, so this is a thread for all of them. Multiple fandoms in here, but probably mostly Pokemon and Fire Emblem, male and female stuff, sexual content in some.
Colress x Rosa, pissdrinking and blowjobs
Rosa notices that he’s begun to fidget before Colress even notices that he has to piss. This happens fairly often, as his tendency to get too involved in his work has its downsides. That is where Rosa often comes in handy, and it helps keep things entertaining for her. It would be a total bore, just watching him typing away, occasionally muttering to himself about things that she only halfway understands, but like this, it is very interesting.
She is at the point where she can read his body language so well that she can pick up on his needs before he ever voices them, and often before he realizes that he has those needs himself. Before he has even realized that he has to piss, Rosa is nudging her way between him and his desk, so that she can get beneath it, kneeling in front of him.
This is enough to snap him out of things a little bit, at least enough to suddenly wince, pressing his thighs together as he realizes his predicament. But already, Rosa is taking steps to fix that, so he simply says, “Thank you,” before picking up where he left off.
She does the work of unzipping his pants and getting his cock out herself, wrapping her lips around him and waiting. Without losing his concentration in the slightest, Colress relaxes his bladder, flooding her mouth with a steady stream. He lets out a soft sigh as he does, and Rosa eagerly swallows, not allowing a single drop to spill over. Even while entirely focused on something else, he is able to keep his stream controlled enough that she can do this, but that comes from much practice, on both sides.
Soon enough, he has relaxed completely, the stream slowing to a stop, but even then, Rosa doesn’t move. Since she went to all the trouble of getting down here, she might as well do a little more for him, and see if, perhaps, she can break his focus this time. She has tried many times before, but each time, he’s managed to keep his eyes on his research to the very end.
Even as he grows hard in her mouth, he shows no visible reaction and she looks up at him from under his desk, waiting for him to look back at her. When he doesn’t, she sets to work, drawing him deeper into her mouth, wrapping her tongue around the head of his cock, and still, nothing. The challenge drives her on, until she is bobbing her head, taking him as deep as she can manage, and the only indication that he feels anything at all are the softly exhaled moans. His expression remains the same, and his typing does not falter.
In fact, Colress doesn’t even seem to notice when she pulls back entirely, finishing the job with her hand and aiming him directly at her face as he comes, her eyes wide and her lips parted. The complete lack of reaction might put anyone else off, but for Rosa, it only adds an additional thrill to their relationship, because it serves as a challenge.
Next time, she promises herself.
Gladion x Lillie, a desperate Gladion pisses on his sister
“Gladion, are you pushing yourself again?” Lillie asks in a soft voice, startling Gladion out of his thoughts. Immediately, he’s frustrated with her, even though he knows that probably isn’t fair. He’s just on edge right now, though it can be irritating, how observant she is and how she can’t mind her own business.
“I’m fine,” he mutters, even though he definitely isn’t. They’ve been on the road for a while now; Lillie has recently begun her journey to become a proper trainer, and, not wanting to abandon her again, Gladion has followed along, and the two have become closer than they ever were before. Perhaps a bit too close, but he isn’t complaining about that part.
“I don’t think you are,” she replies, because it’s just like her to get bossy now, to decide not to let it go. “You’re awfully stiff, and we haven’t stopped in a while. If you want to stop, just say the word.”
“I don’t ,” he insists, and he doesn’t know why he bothers being stubborn like this. He has to piss, and terribly so at that, and he knows it’ll be a long time before they reach the next town. Digging his heels in about this is just inviting disaster, and he knows that, but he still argues without thinking.
“I think you do.” Lillie can be just as stubborn as he can, and he knows the look in her eyes, and knows that she has more on her mind than just pestering him about not pushing himself. “I’m going to stop, whether you want to or not.”
With that, she flounces off the path without waiting for him, and Gladion has no choice but to follow after her, already knowing what he will see even before he finds her. When he does find her, she squatted down behind a grove of bushes, skirt pulled up and panties pulled down, sighing happily as she empties her bladder.
Even more frustrating is how long it lasts, because, judging by that, she must have had to pee just as badly as he does right now, so why was she bothering him about it? If she needed to stop, she could have said so, without making this about him.
“Come on, Gladion,” she says, looking up at him. She doesn’t even mind that he’s watched her- We’re family , is her excuse for everything, even when that should be a reason not to do something. “I know you have to, so go ahead. Right...here.”
If it weren’t for the way she said the last word, if it weren’t for the inviting look she gave him, he wouldn’t have thought anything of it, but he knows that look from Lillie. He also knows that what she’s asking of him, he probably shouldn’t be so eager to do. He probably shouldn’t assume that that’s even what she’s asking of him, but he’s got his pants unzipped in no time at all, and Lillie beams at him, looking all too eager for this.
Gladion soaks his little sister, not thinking of her clothes until he has already soaked through the top of her shirt. He aims his stream at her face, because that makes the most sense to him, and when she angles her neck, parting her lips, he assumes that means he made the right choice. Immediately, he feels better, emptying his bladder onto his sister, not bothering to question why he likes it so much, or why she likes it so much.
But her shirt is soaked through as liquid spills off her face, and it’s only once he’s done that he realizes this. He should feel more sorry for making a mess of her, but even Lillie doesn’t seem to mind, smiling as she stands and asks, “Now, don’t you feel better?”
In fact, he has to remind her to change her shirt before they keep going. If he didn’t know better, he would think she wanted to walk into town like that.
Clair x unnamed OC, getting desperate in front of her apprentice
Clair continues to push her needs out of her mind, wanting to focus only on the task at hand. Her new apprentice, hand-selected and perfect for the role, needs to see exactly what she is capable of. She has always wanted to take on a teaching role like this, always wanted to have someone to look up to her, and she is not going to interrupt that for something as trivial as a bathroom break. Imagine how that would look on her!
No, she is going to ignore this, and wait it out until she can get rid of him, no matter how impossible it may seem. She has already ignored her need for too long, and she knows based on past experience alone that she does not stand much chance of making it if she doesn’t excuse herself now, and even still, Clair remains stubborn.
She can’t just tell him that she needs to take a break! Or, at least, that is what she continues to insist to herself, even as he asks her if she’s okay, if she needs anything, if she’s feeling alright, and, if not, if there’s anything he can do for her. Even when she finds that she can’t quite stand up straight, nd that she can’t hold still for longer than thirty seconds at the most, she still insists to herself that she can handle this, and to him that there is absolutely nothing wrong.
It is as if she thinks she can will the problem away just by denying it enough, but her body has other ideas in mind, and if she is not going to relieve herself by choice, then, whether she wants it or not, her body is going to take care of things on its own. And, since she has made no move to put an end to training, made no move to get away from him, she ends up pissing herself right in front of her apprentice. She soaks through her clothing, down her legs, making a complete mess of herself, right in front of her apprentice.
Who just keeps staring at her through all of it, even when she screams for him to look away, his eyes wide like it’s the most fascinating sight in the world. Clair knows that this is probably the end of everything, that he will make fun of her and decide she isn’t worth the time and has nothing to teach him, and she’s sure that her allegedly perfect cousin has never humiliated himself like this before, that he would always-
She is so caught up in her thoughts that she is taken completely by surprise by the rough kiss from her apprentice, pushing close enough to her, grinding against her in a way that she knows will get him wet as well, and Clair has no idea what’s going on anymore. Even when he breaks the kiss and she slaps him for being so forward, before pulling him into another kiss, she has no idea what’s going on. But she at least has a feeling that he isn’t going to be quitting any time soon.
Bea, desperation and wetting
Bea can excuse this by claiming that it is all part of endurance training. She has nothing to worry about with having to explain herself anyway, since this part of her training is one that she always does in complete solitude, but she feels the need to explain it to herself sometimes, just to clear up why it is so important to her that she neglects her body’s needs while training.
Endurance training, she continues to tell herself. She is doing this because she needs to build up her endurance, because the strength of her bladder is just as important as anything else when it comes to determining her true strength. In battles, she will not have the opportunity to call for a break and excuse herself whenever she wants to, and that is why, whenever she trains alone, she keeps herself more hydrated than necessary, and never takes a single break, not even once she has grown so desperate that she can hardly stand up straight.
After a certain point, doing anything else becomes impossible. Each movement, no matter how slight, feels like torture, jostling her bladder so much that each time it threatens to spill over, and even then, knowing that she has pushed herself to her limits, she does not give in, determined to push herself a little bit further, determined to see it through to the end.
It has nothing to do with enjoying this feeling of fullness, or enjoying the loss of control that always inevitable occurs, because she always tells herself that she can wait just a little bit longer, even when she knows that she can’t. That is why she only ever does thi alone, after all- to make sure that nobody ever sees her in such a shameful state.
And that is exactly why she does the training, as well. She wants to make sure that she is always able to withstand every battle, no matter how difficult it may become. This is a necessary part of her training, not something that she does for fun, because she enjoys how it feels.
The ache is persistent, and she bites her lips, looking around even though she knows that no one is there, before she pushes a hand between her legs, giving up on the rest of her training as she focuses on this fight. Bea is near her breaking point, shifting her weight from foot to foot, blinking back tears, and still refusing herself a break, still pushing herself just a little bit harder.
Each time, she lasts longer than the time before, and she is careful enough to make sure that she never ends up more desperate than this in any battle, honestly never even getting close to this point. But even so, she considers this part of her training necessary, because there is no way to determine what situation she may find herself in in the future.
It is just a part of her endurance training, and she definitely doesn’t do it because she loves how it feels to finally lose control and surrender, soaking her uniform and her legs, her bare feet left to stand in a puddle of her own making. It’s just part of her training.
Grimsley x Shauntal, Grimsley challenges Shauntal to hold throughout their date day, ending in public humiliation for her
She was never going to make it for the entire day, and he knew it when he challenged her. They both knew it, and still he brought it up and still she agreed to it, even knowing that there was absolutely no chance at success. Even if there were, Shauntal is pretty certain that he would have found some way to turn it around on her.
As it is, Grimsley has planned it all out perfectly to make sure that things go his way, probably had it all in mind long before he brought it up so casually, like he had just thought of it that moment. Even then, it seemed to perfect and too planned, but Shauntal said she could do it, that she could try, and that was just this morning.
She’s not allowed to piss all day, and not allowed to do anything to make that any easier on herself. Though he isn’t doing anything too cruel, like forcing liquids down her throat at every opportunity, he also isn’t allowing her to cheat by dehydrating herself throughout this very long date.
From the moment they left, after she’d agreed to this impossible challenge and had her last visit to the bathroom before she was banned, she’d known it would come to this. All day, the urge has steadily grown, hitting her a bit harder midway through the day, growing more rapidly from there, telling her for certain that she would not make it out of this dry.
And everything they do is so damn public, with no sign of returning home any time soon. He always seems to pull some new plan out, something else for them to do while her legs steadily grow shakier, while it becomes harder for her to keep her mind focused, her bladder full and aching, sometimes demanding all of her attention just to keep herself under control.
It is getting later, and still he does not relent, but promises her that after dinner, they will be done for the day. She knows that this is going to end with her pissing herself one way or another, but the promise of returning to privacy after dinner keeps her going, and gives her false hope in spite of the torrent she is struggling to hold back.
The setting for dinner is perfectly romantic and perfectly public, proving that he has pulled all the stops out to make this night both breathtaking and overwhelmingly humiliating. No matter how she fights it, her resolve will not hold up, and her knees buckle and she whimpers, trying even though it is pointless now.
And he knows it, too. He knows it and he puts his arm around her, pulling her back against him where only she can hear his low laugh, while everyone else can hear her sudden squeal, ensuring that all eyes are on her the moment that it happens.
Throughout the humiliation of having so many eyes on her while she pisses herself, there is the slight comfort that comes from reminding herself that she knew this would happen, and, even more than that, the excitement that they both knew would come from her public humiliation.
Now, it looks like dinner is going to have to wait.
Cyrus x Dawn, Dawn pisses herself in front of Cyrus before asking him to piss on her
Dawn has let herself suffer enough all day for this, hoping that this will be able to get some sort of reaction out of Cyrus. Things with him are great, no question about that, but when it comes to certain aspects of their relationship, there are definitely things she would say could be improved, and when it comes to her humiliation kink, she knows that there is room for improvement.
Cyrus at least knows that she likes it, so that is why she goes the entire day without peeing, suffering through the pain of her bursting bladder in the hopes that seeing her lose control in front of him will lead to him mocking and degrading her, feeding into her humiliation, just the way she wants him to. But as she begins to show more signs of her desperation, he doesn’t even comment, not even when her squirming becomes obvious.
By now, he should have at least asked if something was wrong, but she might be expecting too much of Cyrus. At the very least, she is confident that he will understand what she’s doing when the moment finally comes, and she continues struggling against her pressing need until then. She struggles until she is blinking back tears, until she knows that she can’t hope to last, until she is doubled over in front of him, her hands pushing her skirt up as she jams them between her legs, and then, finally, there is nothing she can do to hold it back anymore.
Cyrus stares at her, his expression unreadable, as Dawn pisses her, soaking through her panties, the streams running down her legs before puddling on the floor, and she whimpers and makes a show of being humiliated, just waiting for him to say something about it. She still aches when it’s done, sore from holding for so long, and she looks up at him, trying to read his reaction.
But when Cyrus does speak, he just asks, “Are you alright?” in his usual, dull tone of voice, with perhaps a little bit of concern hidden behind it. Even now, he’s so damn dense that Dawn doesn’t know what she’s going to do with him.
“I’d be a lot better ,” she huffs, “if you’d degrade me for it.”
“Oh, was that for…” He trails off without finishing his sentence, getting it, but not actually getting it .
“Piss on me,” she says bluntly, well past the point of being subtle. There is no being subtle with Cyrus, who must be trying but never really understands, and if Dawn is going to get degraded today, she is going to have to take matters into her own hands.
“You want me to piss on you?”
“ Yes ,” she begs him. “That’ll be plenty degrading enough, if you make a mess of me because I’ve already made enough of a mess of myself.”
Cyrus doesn’t say anything else then, going along with it like he’s going through the motions, but Dawn doesn’t mind. She simply gets on her knees so that her dense, bland boyfriend can soak her from top to bottom, satisfying her needs at last. She loves him, no question about it, but she has to admit that he is going to take a lot of work.
Morty x Reader, you want to watch Morty wet himself
You can see that he is starting to fidget, starting to get more nervous about this. The Morty that you are used to always seems so calm and collected, so smooth and well put together, that seeing this side of him is a rare treat. The fact that he was even willing to go along with it at all was a bit of a surprise, but there must be at least a small part of him that is curious about this interest of yours, or maybe he is as interested as you are, even if he does not let onto it.
But now he is standing in front of you, stiff and uncomfortable, his bladder no doubt so full now that he can hardly stand it. And all he can do is wait it out, while you stand by and watch eagerly, drinking in his every little move, every small sign that indicates that he is not holding out very well, that he is just moments away from finally losing control. You want to see him piss himself, you want to see just how well his light pants show it. Embarrassingly enough, that was one of your first impressions of him, long before you got to know him well enough to ask him to do something like that for you.
But, from the start, you have had an interest in seeing Morty piss himself, and now, he bites his lip and groans under his breath, and you know that that fantasy is finally about to come to life. His groans and fidgets are enough to leave you so excited that you can hardly stand it, and when he presses his thighs together, clenching his fists at his side, you feel as if your heart might jump out of your chest at any moment.
When it happens, it starts out very slowly, a sudden and small wet spot appearing, as Morty hisses and doubles down on trying to hold back. However, he is at his limit now, and so there is nothing he can do to stop it from growing and growing, expanding outward until finally, he loses control completely. Your eyes widen, eagerly drinking in the site of Morty soaking himself, his pants soon soaking through, the stream running down one of his legs until there is a puddle forming beneath him, and all of his tension seems to melt away, as he hangs his shoulders, relaxing and sighing in his relief.
“Was that everything you were dreaming about?” he asks you playfully, and you blush, biting your lip as you nod. “Wasn’t there something else you mentioned doing after this? You know, I’m not going to stop you if you still want to do that.”
Flustered by encouraged by his words, you get on your knees in front of him, so that you can suck at the crotch of his soaked pants, the sharp taste of his piss filling your mouth. All the while, Morty gently pats you on the head.
Mina x Reader, Mina is using you as a model and doesn't want to stop working until she is done
Mina has been fidgeting for a while, but whenever you try to ask if she needs a break, she just shushes you, telling you to try and keep as still as possible, and not to distract her. You know that this is getting bad for her, but she really wants to finish this, and is determined to do so, not wanting to even entertain the idea of taking a break. Nothing that you can say to her will be enough to persuade her, not when she gets serious like this. Though she is ordinarily laid back, she becomes like a different person when it comes to art.
But you know that she is struggling quite a bit right now, and you know that it will not be much longer before she does not have a chance. She is making it pretty obvious, with all of her fidgety movements, that she is rather desperate to pee, and you are certain that this has been building the entire time that you have been posed for her. The piece should be nearly done by now, so you can understand her not wanting to stop just yet, but at the same time, you just can’t see how she expects to make it through this. Mina is in bad shape now, but because she will not listen to you, it is unlikely that you will be able to convince her to take the short break needed to take care of this.
“Almost…done,” she says, more to herself than to you. She is trying to reassure herself, trying to convince herself that she can hold on just a little bit longer, even though it is obvious that she is right there at her limit. Mina is not going to make it, there is simply no way, but even so, she keeps working until the end, her thighs pressed tightly together, completely unable to hold still, no matter how hard she may try to hide it from you.
Finally, she puts the finishing touches on it, saying, “Okay, you can move now. I’ve got everything that I need…so you can just…do whatever you want, I’m just going to…” Shakily, she tries to stand up, but as soon as she is on her feet, her legs snap together again, and she whimpers, a pathetic sound that shows just how close she really is to losing control.
“Are you alri-” Your question is cut short as Mina suddenly gasps, a hand shooting between her legs. But it isn’t enough, and you watch as a dark patch spreads on her jeans, growing and growing until it is running down her legs. She stares down, watching in shock as she completely soaks herself, all of her best efforts to hold it counting for nothing in the end. Neither one of you can do anything but watch the mess that she makes grow and grow, puddling at her feet, until finally, it slows to a stop. Exhausted, Mina falls to her knees.
Jill x Lethe, Jill pisses herself in front of her girlfriend and is completely humiliated, but Lethe thinks it's normal and pisses n her in return
Trying to get away from Lethe after the battle proves to be difficult when Jill doesn’t want to admit why she needs to get away, and therefore has no excuse to get her girlfriend to leave her alone. Their relationship is already such an unusual one, built in spite of all of their differences, and the last thing she wants to do is outright tell Lethe to go away without giving her a good reason to, because then she might misunderstand entirely.
And she has a good enough reason to tell Lethe to leave her alone, to not follow after her where she’s going, but she doesn’t want to just come out and say that she has to pee. It would be much easier for her if she would, because she’s been fighting this need throughout the entire battle, and is honestly at her breaking point, but there is something so humiliating about that that she just can’t bring herself to do it.
But she isn’t going to last like this, and already, she’s struggling to walk. She bites her lip, pressing her thighs together, trying to will herself to just say it , but she can’t. She can’t, and it’s already too late for her, and she’s frozen in place now, a reflexive hand between her legs too late to stop the sudden torrent. Lethe stops when she does, opening her mouth to ask what’s wrong, only to stop short as she realizes that Jill is pissing herself, right in front of her.
“I-I…” she starts, but she doesn’t have any explanation for herself. And still Lete watches her, raising a brow instead of looking away.
“I thought you beorc kept that sort of thing private,” Lethe says. “Or are you trying to make me feel more at home?”
“What?” Jill blinks at her, the meaning of her words soaking in slowly. Of course, Lethe must know that it wasn’t intentional and that she would have preferred to keep it to herself, but instead, she pretends to be clueless. And, of course, for her kind it must be normal, so she’s letting Jill in on this in order to let her know that she has nothing to worry about.
“You know,” Lethe continues, “it’s better if you try to avoid getting your clothes wet, like this…” She trails off as she shows Jill what she means, not seeming to worry about if they are far enough away from the group to expose herself. Really, an example isn’t needed, and Jill wants to tell her this, but then Lethe has pressed up against her, and she jolts.
“Careful, you’re going to get-”
“Since you're already wet, a little more won’t hurt,” Lethe interrupts her, and Jill feels a warmth spreading along her leg, where Lethe has pressed against her.. Her eyes widen as she realizes what’s happening, that Lethe is pising on her, and what’s more, she doesn’t actually mind it. Not at all, actually, at least judging by the way her body temperature and pulse pick up, and how quickly she forgets her own humiliation in favor of this new excitement.
Gerome x Nah, Nah is humiliated after wetting herself in front of Gerome, and he decides to make her feel better by pissing inside of her, or something.
Gerome has noticed Nah whimpering for a while now, but every time he asks her if there is anything wrong, she denies it, and tries to redirect his attention. They’ve been out for a while now, so he can’t help but wonder if there is something bothering her, but as for what it is, he has no idea. As long as she won’t tell him, he simply has to take what she says at face value, even though he is fairly certain that there is more that she is not letting onto.
Her outward symptoms become more noticeable as they go on, until he can tell that even walking seems uncomfortable for her. Even now, Nah insists that she’s fine, and she continues to insist that she’s fine when she is doubled over, her hands pressed against the front of her dress, with tears welling up in her eyes. The last thing she does is beg Gerome not to look at her, but since he has no idea what’s going on- or, he does, but it’s so unbelievable that it’s hard to process- he does not look away.
Before long, it becomes obvious what the problem has been, and Nah sniffs and continues to protest while she pisses herself, but Gerome still can’t look away. Her dress is darkened and soaked through where she has her hand pressing it against her, and he can see the liquid running down her legs. Nah is absolutely distraught, and he knows that he needs to do something to make her feel better, and quickly.
“Here,” he says, grabbing hold of her.
“What are you doing?” she snaps through her tears, struggling in his arms. “You’re going to get wet, let go of me!”
“It’s alright,” he replies, probably sounding much too stiff. “Just let me help you.”
Nah only protests a bit as he peels off her wet panties, and though she is confused when he sits down, pulling her onto his lap, she still goes along with it, beginning to calm down and trust him. But when he pushes his cock inside of her, her eyes widen and she gasps as she asks, “What are you-”
They have been out for a long time together, and it was only natural that she get so desperate she couldn’t hold back anymore. Truth be told, his bladder has been nagging at him for a bit now too, and like this, he is sure that he can make Nah feel better about things. Buried inside of her, he sighs softly as he relaxes, and she squirms on top of him until she feels what he is doing, going still in her surprise, surprised even more by the way she moans at the sensation.
“Just what do you think you’re doing ?” she asks, once she has regained her composure enough to speak.
“I’m trying to make you feel better,” he replies, as if it makes perfect sense. To him, it does, but Nah does not seem to get it.
A/N: That's all I have so far, but I'll update whenever I have a couple to keep in a thread. Otherwise, check out my twitter @WattStalf to know when I'm doing streams or prompt events! |
A/N: I haven't had a lot of omo themed prompts lately, but here is what I've got!
CCS- Sakura desperation and wetting with implied Syaoran wetting
Sakura is doing her best to wait until class is over, but she is to the point that she is not sure if her best is actually good enough. She has no idea how it has gotten so bad, so quickly; during her last break, she did not feel like she had to go at all, and now she is absolutely bursting, so desperate to pee that she is not sure if she can make it until the lecture is over. If she asks to go to the bathroom now, she already knows that she will be told no, and that she can wait until the next break, and then everyone in the class will know that she is bursting to pee, and everyone will be watching her, waiting to see what happens.
Or, at the very least, she will feel like they are, and that will only make it that much more difficult for her to hold back. She knows that she needs to focus on her lessons, but she can’t right now; the only thing that she can focus on is making sure that she does not wet herself, that she is able to hold it until the end. Her bladder aches and throbs, and she is past the point of being able to sit still, of being able to pretend that she can ignore the way her bladder protests each second spent sitting at her desk and not making her way to the bathroom.
Sakura bites her lip, blinking back tears. How did it get to be this bad? Why does she feel like she will not be able to make it, even though she should be able to hold it as long as she needs to? She rubs her thighs together, squeezing her legs tight against each other to try and hold back, but nothing feels like it helps. It is hard to both hold it and to keep it from becoming obvious, and she knows that she is going to have to choose between those two, or else things are going to get really bad for her.
Finally, she swallows her pride enough to press her hands into her lap, holding herself as she rocks back and forth in her desk. Her face is flushed from the strain of holding it, and time seems to pass even slower than usual, until she feels a spurt escape, soaking into her panties. Now fully panicked, she can only watch the clock, praying for time to move faster, so that she can make it.
But she can’t make it. Before long, there is nothing she can do about it, and she feels another spurt escape, and then another, until it is a full torrent, until she is wetting herself full force, soaking through her panties and her skirt, onto the chair beneath her, until it spills over, splattering on the floor, all eyes on her. Everyone seems to notice that she is wetting herself in the middle of class, and she is ready to give in and cry, humiliated.
That is when she hears a voice- Syaoran piping up to say, “Um, sensei? I had an accident too…” Suddenly, attention is divided between the two of them, and he helps share in her humiliation.
Futaba Sakura x Reader, desperation and piss drinking
Futaba does not mind having you around just as long as you do not do anything to distract her. As long as you just sit quietly with her, you can spend as much time with her as you want to, and since all you really care about is getting to be close to her anyway, you do not mind being quiet while she plays her games, having her fun while you serve as an audience. This goes on for hours, and you find yourself entertained enough just watching her.
But as more time passes, you start to notice a change in her behavior, some obvious discomfort that causes her to mess up a few times. Nothing that she can’t easily recover from, but you can tell that she is frustrated by it. She becomes a lot more stiff and a lot less comfortable as time continues to pass, making it very obvious what the problem is. As you watch her squirm, you can’t help but take quite an interest in her predicament, biting the inside of your cheek to keep from commenting on it.
And still Futaba tries to ignore it, even when it gets to a point that she can’t sit still at all, bouncing constantly, jostling you so much that you would not be able to help noticing it, even if she were trying to hide it from you. Finally, unable to take it anymore, you speak up.
“If you need to pee and don’t want to stop playing, I can help you,” you say, deciding to just go all in.
“Just what do you mean by that?” she asks, without even looking at you. Even so, you can tell that she is flustered that she has been caught.
“Just use me,” you say, trying to sound casual. Even as you speak, you get up to kneel in front of her. “Just use my mouth, and that way you don’t have to get up.”
“You weirdo,” she mumbles, blushing and not able to look you in the eye. But she does not stop you as you pull her shorts and panties down, and she spreads her legs for you, scooting a bit off the couch so that you can kneel between them. With your mouth open, you lean up against her, and give a wave of your hand to let her know that you are ready.
And, without hesitating for a moment, she lets go. Despite her flustered state, despite her reservations, she holds nothing back as she pisses into your mouth, letting you eagerly drink it down. You moan a bit as you swallow what you can, though some spills over, dribbling down your chin. You do not mind the mess that you make, more than willing to clean it up when it is done, just glad that she was willing to let you do this.
And you are amazed at just how much she was holding back, especially at her small size. You wonder just how she managed this, wondering if she would have made it at all, even if she had gotten up. She definitely needed your help, and you were very glad to be able to give it. |
Got some more Pokemon ones to dump here.
Brycen x Rosa, Brycen notices Rosa struggling on set and does what he can to get her away
Brycen should not be turned on by this. Really, he should not be turned on at all right now, since they’re in the middle of shooting, and he is acting opposite Rosa, who is far too young for him, but those are both issues that he has had to deal with in the past, both things that he knows are completely out of his control. But this is a new one altogether, something he is completely taken by surprise by.
He really should just feel bad for her right now, and he does, but he is also turned on, watching the way she squirms when she thinks that no one is looking. The fact that Rosa needs to pee is pretty obvious to him, and also probably the reason they can’t get this take quite right. She is distracted, and he should not like this nearly as much as he does.
If only they could just take a quick break, then she would be okay, but they have to get this done first. Each time she struggles a little more, and it seems hopeless, and Brycen tries to keep his cool, glad that he can at least act his way through this, even if that seems to be more than Rosa is capable of right now. Each time the director yells for them to cut, she looks like she might cry, her legs shaking and her lip trembling. She must be too shy to ask for a break in front of everyone, but if she doesn’t…
“May we review our lines in private?” Brycen asks suddenly, thinking on his feet. It is the only way that he can think of to get a break, the only way he can get her out of here. And even though the director is frustrated, he is willing to let the two of them go because Brycen asked, and because he probably wants a break himself.
Rosa looks up at him in confusion, but Brycen wastes no time in assuring her along, quickly getting her off set, rushing her to the dressing room and trying to ignore how badly he wants to watch her squirm a little bit longer. Just a little bit further, and then he can tell her that he doesn’t need to review lines, that he just wanted to help her get a break. Everything will be just fine for her, because-
But things aren’t just fine, not at all. Brycen was able to think fast, but not fast enough for her, and she stops suddenly behind him, and he turns around just in time to see her hands, clenched into fists, trembling at her sides as she soaks her costume. So close, but not close enough, and her cheeks are red and there are tears in her eyes, and Brycen has never been more turned on in his life.
So what the hell is wrong with him, anyway?
“You have a backup for your costume,” he points out, realizing that he is not being helpful at all right now. But Rosa just nods and takes off, leaving him to try and come up with a way to clean up the mess she has left behind. He feels as though it is the least he can do, for being such a creep about the whole ordeal.
Sonia teaches Marnie and Gloria how to pee outdoors
It might be the right sort of thought to have right now, but Sonia is sort of glad to see that she is not the only one absolutely bursting to pee right now. And since has some experience with spending so much time outside, she sees this as the perfect chance to help out some young trainers, making it seem that much more selfless.
Both Marnie and Gloria look like they are just barely hanging on as they make their way through the wild area. She wonders if they realize just how obvious they make it that they have to pee right now. From where she is standing, it is pretty easy to tell, so she is quick to approach them, ready to teach them what they need to know in order to avoid this in the future.
After all, with all the camping they are going to be doing, they need to learn now that they can’t just rely on indoor, public bathrooms for all of their troubles.
Though both are a bit reluctant when she offers- which is understandable, considering how abrupt and personal an offer it is- but they do not have much choice, not in their current desperate states. Sonia is just about ready to pop herself, but she is a bit more experienced with keeping that need to herself, and is able to make it seem completely casual, the way that she undoes her pants, pulling them and her panties down around her ankles, before squatting to the ground.
She does this not a moment too soon, and her sigh of relief comes out a bit louder than she intends as she finally gets to empty her bladder. Sonia had definitely been cutting it a little close, but fortunately the desperate girls seem a little too distracted by their own bladders to realize just how close their impromptu mentor was to wetting herself before she came upon the two of them.
“Now, how about you girls try it?” she asks them, as she takes a sanitary wipe from her bag to clean herself up. She plans to offer some to them, something that she can’t recommend enough for outdoor traveling.
The girls have an easier time with it, since their skirts just need to be hiked up, while they pull their panties all the way down, mimicking Sonia’s position, so that they can freely pee without making a mess of themselves. Though both seemed a little unsure about doing this with an audience, it seems they were right on the edge of losing control as well, and this relief was much needed, and makes it entirely worth any awkwardness.
Gloria and Marnie both let out low sighs, their relief written all over their faces, and Sonia can’t help but feel a surge of fondness for both of them. It is nostalgic, in a way- not that she had anyone to teach her these things, made to figure them out for herself. That is why she is glad to have been able to help them, passing along her knowledge.
Dulse gets a little too excited by his sister Zossie's desperation
Being in a new world brings a lot of complications and unfamiliarities to the table, but one thing that Dulse had not considered, and that he is sure Zossie had not considered, is the lack of available bathrooms while out scouting and the lack of knowledge about where an appropriate place to go might be. If they were back home, even being outside like this would not be a problem at all, but here, there are a lot of uncertainties, and Dulse is sure that is what makes Zossie so reluctant.
He knows his little sister better than anyone in the world, perhaps even better than any older brother should, and that makes it easy for him to tell when she is trying to hide her desperation from him. It is pretty clear that she is only holding back because she has no idea what she is supposed to do or where she is supposed to do it, and though he wants to try and think of some way to help her, he doesn’t know how to do that without embarrassing her.
So he is left completely silent, watching her struggle, completely useless even as he tries to think of how he can help out. Zossie has not been this desperate in some time, and it has been long enough that he managed to forget just how strange it makes him feel, watching her squirm like that. Naturally, those thoughts all come rushing back to him right then and there, making it hard for him to focus even on his attempts to help.
Nothing that his little sister does should turn him on, but he has a feeling that this, especially, should not be as big of a turn on as it is. He tries to forget that part, tries to keep focused on the fact that she is struggling and needs him, because he has this horrible, sinking feeling that the reason he can’t bring himself to offer help has less to do with not wanting to embarrass her, and more to do with wanting to see her even more embarrassed.
But then she stops suddenly, and looks to him with her lower lip quivering a bit, and he knows, if he could see her eyes, that they would have the most pathetic, pleading look in them. His little sister needs him to help her, and he can’t think of anything because he is too turned on that he can’t think of anything, can’t do anything other than gawk at her.
But it is too late, either way. She waited until she was at her absolute limit before turning to him, and he has done nothing up until now, and now there is nothing he can do, other than watch her knees buckle as she finally loses control. All the while, he is left to question himself, and why he likes seeing her like this way more than he has any business liking anything his little sister does. |
A/N: haven't updated this in a long time so let me try and get caught up!
1. Pokemon- Sabrina and Janine
Janine has no business laughing at her like this.
Sabrina is frustrated enough by the fact that this has happened, humiliated enough that she is in this situation, her clothes dripping wet, and a puddle at her feet making it obvious what she has done. She is absolutely miserable, and angry with herself for not being more careful, for not being able to see this possibility and doing something to prevent it. No matter how she looks at it, there is no way around it; she is far too old to be wetting herself like this.
It is true that she has been holding for a long time, that she was absolutely pushed to her limit, but even so. She could have been more careful, she could have done something to protect herself, to prevent this. She should have been able to hold it even beyond her limit, but in the end, there was nothing she could do. Once that first leak slipped past, it was all over for her, and soon enough, she was letting out a choked whimper that got the attention of the other gym leaders.
Everyone saw it happen, and now, they are all staring at her in mixtures of concern and confusion. Well, all except for Janine, who lets out that little giggle, unable to help laughing at the situation, even though Sabrina does not see anything funny about it. It only adds to her misery and to her embarrassment, and she is so angry, so frustrated, so humiliated, that there is no way for her to stop what happens next.
Not that she would really want to, since Janine definitely deserves it.
She loses control of her powers for just a brief moment, and that sudden psychic blast is more than Janine would ever be able to guard against, and it has only one purpose, only one possible outcome. She is so overwhelmed by it that her knees buckle and she doubles over, voice coming out in a pathetic little yelp as she starts to wet herself full force, the contents of her bladder gushing out of her all at once. Everyone’s attention now turns to her, the second leader to soak through her clothes today, a puddle rapidly growing at her feet.
Sabrina should probably feel guilty for that, but she can feel only satisfaction as she watches Janine piss herself, and a surprising amount, as well. She must have just barely been able to conceal her own desperation, so really, she had no business laughing at Sabrina for her own predicament. Ultimately, she can’t feel guilty for her accidental loss of control (at least where her powers are concerned) because it got Janine exactly what she deserved.
All the while, the others simply wonder what is going on today, seeing not one, but two wettings in their group, and no one is really sure how to react, or what to do next. Sabrina, at least, feels a lot better about things now.
2. Pokemon- Sinnoh Gym Leaders
Gym leader meetings tend to go on and on when they have a lot of new things to discuss, a lot of things to go over. It is an unspoken rule that you are supposed to sit through the whole thing, not missing out on anyone else saying their bit, and asking to have the meeting put on hold for you is not really acceptable either. You sit through it without leaving to be polite, to listen and show the respect that you want as well.
That is what the gym leaders of Sinnoh all know and believe, and that is why none of them want to get up during the meeting, even though, after the extravagant pre-meeting lunch, with quite a lot of beverages involved, leaves them all rather desperate to get out of here. If only they were able to cut the meeting short, or if only one of them were to get up and leave first, making it seem slightly more okay for everyone else. If only they had a break scheduled, so that everyone could go at once.
Candice is the first one to wet herself, writhing in her seat, waiting it out because it is nearly her turn to speak, and she does not want to miss it. She ends up letting that turn pass her by, though, because once she is sitting in her soaked skirt and panties, she no longer wants to talk to anyone. After her, it is Fantina, who tries not to let on that anything is happening to her, doing her best to handle it all with grace.
Roark does try to hold back as much as he can, but even his trained endurance can’t stand up to the amount he has had to drink, and he is soon soaked as well, just moments before Gardenia, staring down at the table, loses it. Volkner pisses himself in the middle of speaking, and barely shows any reaction to it. By now, everyone is aware of what is going on, so he just lets it happen, pants darkening as he goes through what he has planned to address.
And, at some point while he is talking, Crasher Wake joins the ranks of soaked gym leaders, with only two left dry, and no one showing any sign of ending the meeting. At this point, either of them could get up and go, just get it over with, but they don’t. However, everyone is a little surprised that Byron is the first to wet himself, with Maylene lasting a few moments after him, before she finally gives up and lets loose, her pants growing damp and clinging to her body.
All eight of them are wet and miserable, and all because the meeting has gone on like this, because no one wanted to be the one to call for a break. Perhaps next time, they might be a little more cautious, or perhaps, this is the start of a different sort of meeting tradition.
3. Pokemon- May x Lisia bedwetting
The two of them are sleeping together peacefully, both dreaming about separate things, when they are both hit by a similar urge. May and Lisia are side by side, having fallen asleep cuddled close and drifted a bit apart due to tossing and turning. At first, the sleep was peaceful, but now, it is becoming a bit more fitful for both of them, as a certain sensation is causing them both plenty of trouble, and invading both of their dreams.
May had been dreaming about playing with her Pokemon, but suddenly, the only thing she can think about in her dream is how badly she needs to pee, while she continues to sit on the ground, watching her Pokemon run around and completely unable to move. She knows that she needs to get up before she wets herself, but it seems impossible to her, and she becomes more and more frantic, pushing her hands between her legs and still failing to keep the urge at bay.
Meanwhile, Lisia is certain that she is going to wet herself right onstage, but she continues to prance around and pose, trying to hide it, until the urge is so intense that she can’t. Suddenly, everyone is gawking at her as she holds her crotch and dances in place, her desperate so obvious that she just knows that she is going to be mocked for this. But she just has to pee so badly that she can’t bring herself to hold still, lest she lose control.
That is about the time that both of them wake up, achingly desperate as they come out of their dreams and realize exactly what is going on. Both are bursting, and both need to get up and hurry to the bathroom before it is too late, so both scramble to get out of bed. Of course, in their scramble, they both reach forward, and end up grabbing at each other in their attempts to get up.
May feels Lisia groping at her, and Lisia can feel May’s hands on her body, and both of them are so startled by this sudden touch, that, in their current states, it is more than enough to spell their doom. Just like that, the two of them both lose control, their overfull bladders unable to handle a second more of this. A sharp cry escapes Lisia’s lips, and May is left moaning pathetically, and both girls wet themselves while still laying in bed, still in their pajamas.
It does not take long for their panties to be soaked completely through, and their pajamas are quickly darkened, until they are soaking the sheets beneath them, both frozen in place, hands still on each other. The sudden shock of wetting themselves left them unable to react in any way, and so they are stuck like this, staring at one another with wide eyes, as their personal puddles spread across the sheets, beginning to mingle together. Now, they both have quite the mess to clean up together.
4. Pokemon- the prompt that inspired the fic kyogre's most powerful move
May feels responsible enough for this situation, being a trainer from Hoenn who has had to deal with this sort of thing before. The other girls that tag along are all just as interested in saving the day, all with their own stories of heroics, and all willing to do whatever they can to protect the people of Pasio. However, none of them are quite prepared for what awaits them with Kyogre, and they never have the chance to test their might against the legendary Pokemon.
Kyogre attacks them a bit too directly, and the girls are each done in by that, each brought down by what it does to them.
It is all because of their humiliation, and one by one, they are brought down. May boldly faces off against the legendary from her home region, and ends up with soaked shorts and a soaked skirt, mouthing hanging open in disbelief as her face burns in humiliation. She does not even realize what has happened before she is already wet.
And that is not the end of things by a long shot, because the other girls all still want to try their chances, some believing May has simply wet herself with fear. It is not until Hilda, charging up and unafraid despite her blatant type disadvantage, starts soaking her shorts that anyone starts to think hat something might be amiss.
Serena is not going to take her chances with that disadvantage, and decides to just take her leave, but before she can, she feels her bladder suddenly fill, and then the contents are gushing out of her. She is not the end of things either, because when Kris tries to charge, ready to take control of the situation, she wets herself just as suddenly.
Leaf, Lyra, Dawn, Rosa, and Selene think that their type advantage will do them some good, but their grass just can’t handle this water, not when the water is inside of them, overwhelming them and then humiliating, all in a matter of moments. It seems as though Gloria is their only hope now, able to face off against a legend with a legend of her own.
The only problem is, she never has the chance either, and then, she is every bit as humiliated as the others. It just takes the wind out of their sails, and all of these girls can only lament their situation helplessly. It makes for quite a sight, with so many soaking wet girls, soaked because of Kyogre’s creation. Each of their bladders became full, a “sea” created within them, something that absolutely had to get out.
It creates such misery for the group, and they know that they were up against a power far greater than they could handle. Now, the only thing they want to do is get cleaned up and changed into fresh clothes, so that they are no longer quite so wet.
5. Pokemon- bedwetting with Jasmine and Lyra but they're in an ot3 with Lance
“Stay in bed until I get back,” is what Lance tells them before he leaves. Lyra and Jasmine are more than willing to go along with that, both loving the way that he takes charge. He always knows just how to make them feel good, just how to control the two of them. It is easy to fall into submissive roles when he is around, and they do what he asks of them at all times.
Of course, he does not mean that they are actually not allowed to get out of bed for any reason. He just means that he wants to find them there when he gets back, so that they can get right back to what they were doing before he had to respond to a sudden call. Lance does not expect them to stay perfectly still no matter how long it takes him to get back, but that is how the girls take it, and that is why they try to ignore their growing needs, trying to pretend that they do not have to pee.
If he were here, he would not hesitate to give them permission to go to the bathroom, because he is not the sort to hold them back like that. He is not cruel when he is dominant, and even if he were to get back and find them out of bed for a reason like that, it would not take away from the fun at all. Yet the girls decide to take it seriously, and are stuck like this for the time being, hoping he will get back soon.
It is amazing that either can even manage to fall asleep like this, with the way their bladders ache and protest. It must be because of how much he wore them out before he left, but before long, both girls are drifting off, despite the fact that this is definitely a bad idea right now. Their desperate need to pee is forgotten as they both enter a light sleep, both immediately lost in hazy dreams. The only thing that makes the dreams less than pleasant is the pangs both continue to get from their bladders, influencing it all.
Both are dreaming about trying to find a bathroom. Jasmine is lost in her own gym, not sure how it became such a maze in what should have been a short walk to the bathroom. Lyra is out in the middle of nowhere, trying to find somewhere private, not sure why there are so many trainers around to make that impossible. Both girls are absolutely bursting, both in real life and in their dreams, but finally, they find what they are looking for in those dreams. Finally, they are both ready to empty their bladders.
The only problem is, they are not just peeing in their dreams. Both girls jolt awake as they realize just how real it is, and both turn to each other in shock, as they soak the sheets around them. And, at that moment, Lance returns home to them.
6. Pokemon- Kris and Whitney fearwetting
The gym battle against Whitney has been tough so far, but Kris is doing her best to hold her own. The confusion that she has managed to pull off on her Miltank is at least going to help with matters quite a bit, even if there is not much else that her Gastly is able to do about the situation. She hopes that she will be able to come up with a strategy, while Miltank is not quite as effective, and then she will be able to bounce back and take home her third badge.
What neither of the girls counts on is just how effective the confusion is going to be, or the fact that it could possibly endanger either of them in the process. But then Whitney calls out for Miltank to use Roll Out again, and the next thing they know, the poor Pokemon is rolling all over the place, and not in the direction of Kris’s Pokemon. The girls are off to the side, supposed to be at a safe distance, but all at once, they both realize just how unsafe it is.
Kris does not even realize it is happening to her at first, she is so frozen in place, completely terrified of what will happen if she gets bowled over by a confused Pokemon. She knows that she should move out of the way just in case, but she is completely stuck, her body’s fear too much for her to handle. At that point, she does not even realize that she has started to lose control of her bladder, until it is too late for her to do anything to stop it.
Looking down, she realizes that her shorts have already been soaked through, a large stain spreading across them, and soon enough, it has begun to run down her legs. Humiliation mingles with her fear, but there is little that she can do about it now that it has happened. And, as it turns out, she is not the only one in this situation.
Whitney lets out a shriek just before she starts to wet herself, legs trembling beneath her, knees knocking together. It is too late for her as well, by the time she realizes that she is full on peeing herself, the contents of her bladder gushing out of her. This is probably the least cute thing that she could ever imagine happening to her, but she does not exactly have the chance to worry about that when she is too busy fearing for her life.
Except they end up just fine. Just in the nick of time, Miltank snaps out of confusion, and everything is okay. The girls are no longer in danger, and their gym battle can continue. But as they look at each other, and then down at themselves, they both become aware of the fact that battling is probably the last thing on either of their minds right now.
7. Pokemon- Bedwetting for Candice, Maylene, and Dawn
Dawn and Maylene are suitably exhausted after a long day of engaging in one of Snowpoint’s finest traditions. Candice is pleased that her two friends had such a good time with her, and hopes that they are eager to visit again with her, because she would love to have even more people to share that with. However, she is pretty tired too, because a proper visit should leave anyone dead tired, so she is glad to be able to share a bed with the three of them, all conked out and snuggled up together, ready to restore their energy after a good night’s sleep.
They are all so tired that they stumble to bed without thinking of anything else, not doing much to prepare for it, and all quickly falling into a very heavy sleep. The sleep is only interrupted by dreams, but they are dreams so vivid that none of the girls realize that they are dreaming.
For Maylene, it is a dream about her hike to Snowpoint, and she is pleasantly surprised by how warm she is, even though she has, as always, done nothing to prepare for the cold temperatures. The only problem is how badly she has to pee, but she has to keep pressing on so that she does not lose control of her bladder before she reaches the city and can look for a bathroom.
At the same time, Candice is dreaming about being out with her friends still, distracted from her fun by the throbbing of her bladder. She should get up and go to the bathroom, but she does not want to stop the fun, especially right now, so she tries to ignore it. Even so, she has to pee so badly that she is not sure just how long something like that can last.
As for Dawn, she is also dreaming about her desperation, but in her case, the dream is about looking inside a gym for a bathroom, while trying to avoid the trainers who want to battle her, because she does not think they will listen when she tries to explain that she is just here to go to the bathroom, not to challenge the gym. At this rate, she does not think that she is going to make it, and has no idea what to do.
They all end up finding somewhere to go in their dreams, though, all at around the same time in the waking world. Which means, in the waking world, they all start wetting the bed at the same time, jolted awake by the feeling of warm liquid rushing out of them, not into the toilet beneath them, but into their clothes, because they are still asleep, still all snuggled up together.
The only thing that can save them all from complete embarrassment is the fact that they are all doing it. They are all wetting the bed, and though that is still a bit humiliating, at least they can share in it together.
8. Pokemon- Rosa fearwetting at Cynthia's theme
When Rosa enters the house, she is not sure what she is walking into. Really, just walking into whatever house she sees is probably not good form to begin with, but she does it anyway, her curiosity always getting the better of her. As far as she knows, doing this is pretty commonplace when it comes to Pokemon trainers, seeing as the residents are never phased by random kids coming into their home, and instead just talk to them about various things.
So, with all that in mind, Rosa can’t help entering this particular house in Undella town, only for something very strange to happen as soon as the door swings open. Ominous music begins playing as she is faced down by a tall, beautiful woman, and the sudden terror that the music inspires in her is a bit too much for her to handle. Though it has been a while since she has emptied her bladder, there is still not reason for her to lose control right now, but that is exactly what happens. With a sharp whimper, her knees buckle as she begins to wet herself completely, so stunned that it takes a moment for her humiliation to even catch up to her.
By that point, she has already soaked her panties through, as well as her leggings, so that a wet spot is spreading across her shorts, turning them a darker shade of yellow as a result. She looks up at the woman and looks down at herself, completely at a loss for words.
When Cynthia sees this, rather than being shocked by what happens right in front of her, she sighs, and says, “I’m really sorry about that. I don’t know why it keeps happening. You’re not even the first person that’s happened to in this region, let alone in my home region.”
For her, seeing trainers wet themselves upon encountering her is a lot more common than one would think. Back home, the girl who eventually took her place as champion did so with soaked panties and a damp skirt. Dawn was an amazing trainer, but that did not stop her from being so intimidated that she wet herself. And then there was another trainer, the champion of Unova before Iris, who is rumored to be out traveling the world right now.
Cynthia’s encounter with Hilda was so similar that she is hit with intense deja vu to meet Rosa like this. Watching the other trainer piss her denim shorts in the doorway…and Rosa gives her similar vibes to the other girls. Well, if they could still give her a good battle after wetting themselves, then she wants to hope that Rosa can do the same thing. Rather than giving her a chance to recover from her humiliation, or even clean up, she is ready to challenge her and get things underway.
Rosa still has no idea what is going on right now, but she just does her best to keep up with things.
9. Pokemon- it happens again in PokeMas
Cynthia wants her team to make a pretty dramatic entrance for this battle. She is something of a celebrity on Pasio, since everyone here is so enthusiastic about Pokemon battling, everyone here every bit as interested as the most devoted trainers in any region. Not to mention the fact that Bettie has become pretty popular as well, starting from nothing, barely known on the island, and rising in the ranks, known as one of the most promising trainers here. The battle is sure to be an exciting one, so Cynthia wants to do what she can to really show off with her team.
What better way than for her theme music to start playing as she, Caitlin, and Darach make their entrance, ready to face off against Bettie, Brock, and Misty? In her eyes, this is the best way to do things; however, it has been such a long time since she has used that, and she has gotten so used to the way trainers on Pasio react to her, that she honestly believes it is not going to cause any wild mishaps.
And then they step forward and the music begins, and it is all over.
Bettie is immediately overwhelmed by that ominous feeling, her bladder reflexively emptying as part of her fight or flight response. She is not the only one, either. Both of her teammates are struck by the same fate, the two of them not realizing at first that they are wetting themselves, not until it is too late to do anything about. If anything could be done to begin with. Even Rosa, who is standing with Bettie’s team, is unable to fight back against her reflex, even having experienced something like this in the past, hardly able to believe that she is experiencing something like this again, when she had done her best to forget it.
However, they are not the only ones to be intimidated by her music. Cynthia realizes too late that neither Caitlin nor Darach have experienced this before, and she did not think to warn them, not thinking that they would fall prey to something like that. However, neither of them are able to fight against that reflex either, something that seems to just be natural for everyone who is met with this music. Cynthia never meant to soak and humiliate her own teammates, or even her opponents, but the damage has already been done.
Bettie looks to her teammates to see that they are every bit as soaked as her, before they all look forward to see the dark patches on Caitlin’s dress and Darach’s pants. Only Cynthia seems to be dry, and a bit exasperated, so tired that this keeps happening to her. Even so, that is not enough to make her feel bad for anyone involved, and since they are all already here, she is still very much in the mood for a battle. It seems that the show is still on, and everyone is just going to have to do this wet.
10. Pokemon- Gloria public humiliation planned by a bitter Leon
Gloria has been anxious throughout the bulk of the end of the battle. Leon had gotten false confidence from that, thinking that she would lose focus, but she didn’t. Now, he is the one facing his first defeat, forced to put on a brave face for everyone, while she is declared the new champion. However, even as she celebrates, he can tell that she is still anxious, that there is still something bothering her. It does not take him very long to put two and two together and figure out that Gloria has to pee.
It must be getting pretty bad, if she has been dealing with it throughout that lengthy battle. More likely than not, she is looking for a chance to slip away from everyone and take care of that, before things get too bad for her. But she is the new champion, which means that she needs to fulfill all of the duties that that entails. Now, she gets to deal with all of the annoying press that Leon has dealt with all these years, and she is will have plenty of interviews awaiting her.
So he makes sure to guide her, taking her hand to pull her along with him. It would not be so strange for her to get a break after the match, but he does not give her the chance to go for one, acting as if she has to go straight into the press conference right now, where there will be countless reporters waiting for the two of them to discuss things, and plenty of fans trying to get a glimpse of her.
Gloria can’t even hold still at this point, and while Leon is smug, she is internally panicking. Her bladder is absolutely throbbing, to the point that she can think of nothing else, and she has no idea how long this is going to last, or if she stands any chance of making it until the end. The questions come at her, and she can barely think of answers, feeling so exposed as she squirms in front of everyone, fighting her growing desperation, her bladder begging for release, and her knowing that she does not have much longer now.
As Leon watches her struggle, his arousal continues to grow, surprising him. At first, this just started as a petty act of revenge, but now, he loves the way she squirms, and is getting so damn hard thinking about her humiliating herself in front of all these people. Gloria looks so good to him in this moment, and when her face pales, her thighs pressed tight together, he knows that she can’t hold it anymore.
She tries to fight it to the end, but there is nothing she can do. Gloria lets out a soft yelp at the leak she can’t stop, turned into so much more than a leak. A hush falls over the crowd once they realize what is happening, the dark spot spreading across her shorts. Everyone can tell that their new champion, the hero of Galar, is pissing herself in her first big interview.
11. Pokemon- Caitlin bedwetting and Hilda wetting
Caitlin is having sweet dreams when she gets woken up by a challenger.
Actually, her sleep is so deep, and her dreams are so sweet, that she has completely neglected her bladder, and has no idea that her need to pee in her dream is reflected by a need to pee in the real world. Caitlin is completely removed from that, and in the dream, though she is bursting, she has no trouble finding her way to a bathroom, and letting loose. The feeling of relief is so blissful to her that it puts her in an even better mood, making her feel light as air and so happy about something as simple as being able to empty her bladder.
She does not so much as feel when it happens in the real world, the warm piss gushing out of her and soaking through her panties before making a stain on her dress, and ultimately, soaking into the sheets around her. It is far from the first time that she has wet the bed, but it is also not a common enough occurrence that there is any way to predict when it is going to happen, or find a way to prevent it reliably. Sometimes, she just wakes up with wet sheets, and though she is never happy about that, not in the slightest, there is also nothing that she can do about it other than get it all cleaned up and pretend it never happened.
However, today, she is woken up by a challenger coming to battle her.
As soon as Caitlin opens her eyes and properly registers that, not only has she soaked herself, but that there is someone here, someone who can see exactly what she has done, giving her no chance to hide it, she briefly loses control over herself. For the most part, she can control those outbursts, but not in a situation like this, and a blast of pure psychic power bursts out of her in her despair, aimed straight for Hilda, and targeting her in such a way that she soon joins Caitlin in humiliation.
It overwhelms her senses so much that she is left emptying her bladder on the spot, wetting herself right then and there. She can feel her panties and then her shorts soaking through, her legs trembling beneath her as the pee runs down them, and though she has no idea how to process what is happening, she can at least tell that this is some kind of payback for seeing Caitlin in such a state. At the very least, she wants to take that to mean that, since they are all even now, that means that there is no reason that Caitlin will not be ready to battle her.
After all, if Hilda is going to have to wet herself in here, then she is not leaving until she gets the battle that she came for in the first place, and leaves with the win she desires.
12. Azumanga Daioh- Yukari fearwetting
Yukari sleeps rather peacefully, despite the way that her bladder has been protesting and nagging at her for a while. It is not at all uncommon for her to wake up, completely bursting to pee, because she slept well past the point of the situation becoming critical, and is left making a mad dash to the bathroom before she soaks herself. In fact, there have even been a few instances where, instead of a close call, she was left humiliated and glad to be completely alone, but for the most part, they are just extremely close calls.
On their summer trip, she is completely crashed and oversleeping, while her bladder aches and throbs for relief, with Yukari remaining oblivious, lost in dreams and so comfortable otherwise that she is not going to wake up any time soon. At least, not without being woken up first, something that her students realize, and set out with the intent to do so. One student in particular, though barely awake herself, has quite the plan for this, not realizing the way that she stumbles through it all.
She is hardly coherent at all, and that is how she makes such a massive mistake, grabbing the entirely wrong object from the kitchen before heading to her sleeping teacher’s room. Blissfully unaware of both her impending wake up call and the plight of her bladder, Yukari sleeps on, as peaceful as she could ever be. Right up until the moment that the door opens, and that is enough to wake her up, bleary as she blinks her eyes open.
It takes a moment for the figure in front of her to come into focus, but immediately, Yukari can tell that there is something not quite right about the silhouette, something in hand that shouldn’t be, and she begins blinking rapidly once she realizes that she is looking at a very large, very sharp, very real kitchen knife. Staring in horror, she sees that it is in the hand of Osaka, and as she looks up, she sees a vacant look in her student’s eyes, a hollow smile on her face, as she starts to make her way into the room.
There is no real way to process this image, because it is all so sudden and so ridiculous and so terrifying that it is just too much for her, especially first thing in the morning. One second, she is sleeping peacefully, and the next, she is faced with her student who looks ready to kill her without a hint of remorse, looking every bit the part of a horror movie serial killer. Of course, that is not Osaka’s intent at all, but that does not matter to Yukari in the moment, and certainly does not matter to Yukari’s bladder.
In her terror, she loses completely control, barely even noticing the sudden torrent of liquid gushing out of her, fear rendering her helpless in every way. Her clothing and her blankets are completely soaked through, yet it is not until later, once she knows that she is safe, that she even realizes she has wet herself.
13. Azumanga Daioh- all the girls have wet
Each and every one of them have tried to hold out for as long as they possibly can, but one by one, they have each fallen. No matter what, there was no way for any of them to make it out of this dry, and even though none of them are alone in this, it still does not make things any better for them, and there is little comfort to be found in the fact that the others are all just as soaked.
The bathrooms being out is what caused it all, and the repairs were not quick enough, not even close. Though they all knew that they would have to hold it, the amount of time proved to be too much for even the strongest amongst them, with the weakest not standing a chance.
Naturally, Chiyo was the first to lose control, and she is miserable now, certain that this has made her look like the child she is trying so hard to get people to stop seeing her as. While Tomo had big talk, she was the second to falter, and now she is the quietest she has been in a while, completely mortified by her accident. Yomi would sympathize with her more, if only she were not just as humiliated, as she was the fourth to lose control, not long after Osaka did, and even their spacey classmate shows no traces of her usual demeanor, too embarrassed to keep her head held high.
Kaori has been inconsolable since the moment she first started to leak, hiding her face away and not looking up for anything. She does not care that she isn’t alone, and does not care to see who falters after her, too busy fretting over the fact that she wet herself in front of her idol and crush. Not long after her is when Yukari loses control, frustrated to the very end, to find herself in this situation to begin with, and to find that she can’t even hold it for longer than her students. Sure, most of them have lost it already but Kagura and Sakaki were still standing.
Naturally, Kagura tried to turn this into some sort of competition, never able to let her one sided rivalry go, even though Sakaki hardly noticed her, too focused on her own predicament, growing ever more anxious as the wait drug on. However, even though she wasn’t trying to win anything, she still won, and now Kagura continues to sulk, not just embarrassed, but also disappointed in herself for not being able to hold it a little bit longer. Sakaki did not control long after her, but the fact that she “won” is lost on her, as she shifts uncomfortably, only thinking about how she wants to change out of her wet clothes.
No one made it out dry, and though they all have their own reactions, they can all agree that this was the absolute worst.
14. Azumanga Daioh- Sakaki x Kaori omorashi
Kaori could not be happier right now, with today being the absolute perfect day. Finally, she has a real date with Sakaki, and finally, she has her chance to take things further with the girl that she has admired for so long. Everything is absolutely perfect…except for how badly she has to pee right now, because she did not really take that into account when she ordered her drink earlier, not thinking about how she would surely have to visit the bathroom before the day came to an end.
Now, she is too shy to admit that to Sakaki, and can’t find an excuse to go to the bathroom without admitting it, which means that she is stuck, and so desperate now that she is struggling to hide it. They still have so much time to spend together, and she doesn’t want to cut any of that short, but if she doesn’t, then she just has to admit that she needs to go to the bathroom, but still, she can’t seem to bring herself to do that.
Her bladder has never been this full in all her life, she is fairly certain, and it hurts to even walk, but she still tries to keep a bright smile, to keep acting like everything is normal…until she can’t keep it up anymore. Suddenly, everything falls apart, before she can even decide what she is going to do about things, and, to her horror, she begins to wet herself.
Sakaki does not realize what the problem is at first. All she knows is that Kaori has suddenly frozen up, going still where she stands, a panicked look coming over her face. But then, she sees that her knees have buckled and she can see the stream of liquid coming from beneath her skirt. Kaori is wetting herself, and this takes Sakaki by surprise; the other girl had never mentioned anything about needing to go to the bathroom, and though she had seemed nervous for a while now, Sakaki is used to seeing her that nervous, and did not think anything of it.
Now, she can tell exactly what is going on with her, far too late to do anything about it. She feels a stab of pity for her, certain that she must be so humiliated right now, but then, she realizes that there is another feeling right now, one that is a little hard to place at first. Once she figures out what it is, she can’t help but be surprised that, beneath her pity, she is also pretty turned on by this sight.
But it excites her, seeing Kaori flustered like this as she loses control of her bladder, and Sakaki can barely contain her own reaction, not sure what to do with all of this. She knows that she needs to make sure she comforts Kaori, and lets her know that she has nothing to be so embarrassed about, but beyond that…well, she has no idea how far she can take this.
15. Azumanga Daioh- cast bedwetting
It is hard to tell what, exactly, led to this happening to everyone all at once, but there is no denying it, when the girls all wake up in the morning. Each is woken up at different times, but all of them are woken up by the exact same thing: each is woken up by the fact that they have just wet the bed. Everyone staying in the summer home is plagued by that same misery, each without any idea how they ended up in situation where they slept so deeply and got so desperate that they wet themselves just before they were able to wake up.
It has been a little while since Chiyo woke up with wet sheets, and that sends her into a bit of a panic, not sure how this could happen now of all times, when she is on a trip with her older classmates. However, she is soon to realize that she is at least not alone in it, as others wake up, having wet or in the process of wetting, and once everyone has to wash their pajamas and sheets, she feels a lot better about.
Yomi’s eyes snap open, heart racing as she realizes that her dream about peeing was a lot more real than she thought, but it is too late to stop the flood of liquid, soaking through her pajamas all at once. But she is far from the only one startled awake by this, because Tomo lets out a yelp as she realizes that she has just wet the bed, waking up in a puddle of her own urine.
Kaori is left silently sobbing, wondering how she is going to cover this up, wondering how she could have ruined things like this, when she finally got her chance to go on a trip with Sakaki. At the same time, Sakaki is frozen in place as she wakes up to discover the cold, wet clothes clinging to her body. She has not wet the bed in so long that she can hardly remember it ever happening, so she has no idea how she ended up in a situation like this.
Kagura is absolutely horrified, jolting awake just a little bit too late to stop it from getting out of control, and all attempts to slow down the flow are completely useless in her current state. Osaka rubs her eyes as she tries to figure out what she could have fallen asleep on to get her this wet, before she realizes all at once that that is her own doing, that she actually slept deeply enough to wet the bed, wondering how on earth she could have done that.
And, of course, the teachers are no exception to the rule. Neither are thrilled about this, both panicking over the fact that they are two grown adults, chaperoning a school trip, and they must have drank too much to have wet the bed like this. How are they going to explain that?
But when everyone has to do their laundry all at once, it is easy enough to just go along with it, and everyone can agree to pretend nothing happened.
16. Azumanga Daioh- Sakaki and Kaori fearwetting
Neither of them realize that it is happening. They do not realize it until much later, because they are both more focused on fearing for their lives. It is always a toss up, who will end up having a nice, peaceful ride on the trip, and who is going to end up on the death drive, and this year, both Kaori and Sakaki got the short end of the stick. At first, Kaori just tries to be happy, just wants to enjoy the fact that she gets to sit next to Sakaki for so long, but she has already known enough to know what she is getting herself into.
Maybe it won’t be that bad. Maybe it is just an exaggeration, and maybe they were just trying to scare her in particular.
She quickly discovers that it is every bit as bad as she was warned, or maybe even worse, and that she has no real chance to deal with all of this. It is terrifying, both for her and for Sakaki, and neither can think of anything other than their worries about the road ahead, and if they are even going to be able to make it to their vacation alive.
Kaori can’t even take the time to be happy to be so close to Sakaki, and neither of them realize that anything has happened. They do not notice any sudden wetness, do not feel the way that their clothes, now soaked through, cling to them. The girls are too dazed to think of anything beyond basic survival, which is exactly why their bodies gave in like that to begin with.
They are not the ones to notice it, though. It is Kagura, who suddenly realizes that their crotches are soaked and that they must have wet themselves, and immediately, she is laughing. “Long ride, or what? Did you just get that scared?”
Both look down at the same time, as different emotions settle in. Kaori is horrified and humiliated, at first only thinking about what she must look like to Sakaki right now, and not even registering the fact that Sakaki is just as wet as she is. And Sakaki, at the same time, is embarrassed and confused, wondering how this could have happened to her, and her not even notice it. She is also a bit irritated at Kagura for laughing, not just at her, but at Kaori as well.
“It is pretty terrifying, I guess,” Kagura goes onto saying, “but pissing yourselves? That’s got to be a first for these trips, right? But, come on, I’m just teasing you, okay?” She adds that last bit because she can tell that it is getting to Kaori, and wants to make sure that she makes things right. Both girls are not exactly happy about the situation still, but they are more willing to forgive Kagura for laughing about it all the same.
Still, they are both eager to get cleaned up and forget that this ever happened.
17. Azumanga Daioh- Chihiro
Class seems to be dragging on forever today, but Chihiro knows that that is almost definitely just in her head. She knows that it is just her own problem making things seem like this is going on forever, but in actuality, time is moving at the same pace that it always does, and she just wants it to move faster, thus making it seem slower. And turning all of that over in her head, over and over again, does absolutely nothing to solve the problem she is faced with, or make it any more bearable.
She has to pee terribly, and really wants class to end already so that she can make her mad dash to the bathroom, before it is too late for her. It is really getting bad, and she feels like she could burst at any minute, but is not going to be allowed to leave the classroom for that. She just has to keep waiting, staring at the clock and squirming in her seat, willing time to move faster while it only ever seems to drag by that much more slowly.
This is the worst she can ever remember having to go, and she is not sure how it got so bad, when she normally has no trouble waiting through class. All she knows is that this is bad, and that she is not going to make it if she is not able to get to a bathroom soon. Fortunately, class does eventually end, her panties still (mostly) dry by that point.
All she has to do is make it to the bathroom now, which she tells herself that she can do. Each step that she takes threatens to leave her bladder spilling over, but there is nothing she can do to stop that. All she can do is move forward, even when she feels a little bit leak out, ignoring her panic every time that happens. Her panties may be damp, but she can’t give up yet, not when the bathroom is in sight, and not when she has already made it so far. Just a little bit more now, and if her bladder can just keep in check just that little bit longer…
The bathroom is just ahead of her, and she pushes her way in with such little time to spare, jamming a hand between her legs to try and hold out that last little bit. She just needs to get into a stall and…and…
It’s too late. She can feel the wet warmth spreading into her panties, soaking her hand before she can withdraw it, and then she is wetting herself, right there in the bathroom, just in front of an empty stall. After all the work she put into making sure that she would be able to hold it, it turns out that Chihiro could not make it after all. The relief is amazing, but the humiliation still stings, and she has no idea what she is going to do now.
18. Haruhi Suzumiya- Haruhi makes Mikuru wet herself
“Can I…can I please go to the bathroom now?” Mikuru whines, glad that there is no one here but the two of them to witness this.
However, Haruhi just shakes her head and says, “Nope, not right now!” Mikuru lets out a sharp whine, squirming even more, but Haruhi just grins at that. “Come on, I’m sure you can hold it a little while longer.”
“I don’t know if I can, and…and…why do you need me to hold it, anyway? I don’t…couldn’t you just let me leave the room?” she asks. There really is no reason for Haruhi to not allow her past, but she has decided to do exactly that, denying Mikuru permission to leave the room, and blocking her exist whenever she is bold enough to try. By now, she has already given up on that.
“Come on, just trust me on this,” is all Haruhi has to say on the subject, and that really does not offer any answers at all. It does not do anything except remind Mikuru that nothing the other girl does ever makes any sense, and that her reasoning for this is probably something silly. And yet, there is nothing she can do about asserting herself, and nothing she can do about making her way past her. She is just going to have to keep holding it, but she has to pee so badly that she is not sure that is an actual possibility, not for much longer.
“Please?” she tries, just one last time.
“No way,” is the only response she gets. She already knows better than to try and ask when she will be allowed to go, because she already knows that she is not going to be allowed to go, no matter how much she begs. She is supposed to try and hold it, but she already knows that she is going to wet herself either way. The only reason that she is still trying to hold on is from her own shame, her natural reflex to try and avoid that fate at all costs, even though she has to pee so badly now that there is no chance of her making it. Haruhi is not going to get bored, and since it is just the two of them, there is no one here to rescue her from her current fate.
Even when she is jumping from foot to foot, her hands jammed between her legs, Haruhi shows her no sympathy. And when the dam finally bursts, when she is finally left wetting herself, the look on the other girl’s face confirms that this is the outcome that she wanted, that this is what she was hoping for. Mikuru is embarrassed but so very relieved, so much so that she does not even have much of a chance to question why Haruhi would want her to do something like that in the first place.
19. Azumanga Daioh- Tomo and Yomi
Tomo is in a hurry, and if she is not careful, she is going to end up in quite a bit of trouble. She has to pee so badly that she knows there is a risk of her not making it, and that is why she can’t afford to slow down even a bit during her mad dash to the bathroom. Whatever it takes, she does not want to wet herself, and after waiting and waiting, with her bladder throbbing more by the moment, she finally has her chance to break free, ignoring the slight leaks that she springs with each step, knowing that it is worth it to have slightly damp panties from running too fast, as opposed to soaked panties from going too slow.
At the same time, Yomi is also on her way to the bathroom, though not running so recklessly like Tomo is. Even so, they are both headed in the same direction, and while Yomi is mildly distracted, Tomo is not paying attention to her surroundings in the slightest, prioritizing her bladder over everything else. The last thing she wants to do is wet herself, but she is getting close to the bathroom now, so she is sure that nothing could possibly stand in her way at this point.
Yomi is simply power walking, gritting her teeth as she tries to ignore how badly she needs to pee right now, knowing that that will not make the situation any easier for her. Besides, she is close enough now that she is certain she is going to make it. At least, she should be able to make it, just the same as Tomo should be able to make it, if everything goes smoothly, without any bumps along the road.
However, there is a bump, a very literal bump because Tomo is not paying attention at all and is going too fast to slow down, and Yomi is just distracted enough that she does not notice Tomo quickly enough to move out of the way, let alone try and get her friend to calm down before she ends up out of control. Things are already too far gone, and so, she can’t stop Tomo from crashing directly into her, causing them both to fall back.
At that point, Tomo knows that she is doomed, that it is far too late for her. Had she been able to make it into the bathroom, she would have been fine, but she is too late now, and her control slips. A horrified expression crosses as she begins to wet herself right where she sits, just outside the bathroom. As for Yomi, she had a bit more time, but the sudden surprise collision made her forget herself, her control slipping away before she could do anything about it. Just like Tomo, she is left wetting herself on the floor, puddles forming beneath both of them as their bladders completely empty.
Needless to say, she believes that Tomo is entirely to blame.
20. Haruhi Suzumiya- Haruhi
Haruhi shuffles from foot to foot, trying to push her desperation out of her mind. Normally, she would just go take care of it. After all, there is nothing standing in her way, no reason why she should not go to the bathroom. All she has to do is leave the club room, and the bathroom is waiting for her just down the hall. Even the thought of it is so tempting that she can hardly stand it, but she wants to finish what she is focused on right now.
She has gotten so many new costumes for Mikuru to try that she can’t seem to decide which one she wants Mikuru to wear first. There are so many selections that it could take all day to pick, and that really does not help her current situation. She has to pee so badly, and she will, just not until she has Mikuru all set to change. That is what she tells herself as she squirms in place, rubbing her thighs together as she struggles to make her selection. Just a little while longer now, and she is sure she will be able to take her pick.
Her bladder continues to scream for relief, and she continues to ignore all of those pleas. She is stronger than that, strong enough that she can make her choice without having to worry about the way her bladder throbs, her need growing by the second. If she could just focus, then she could make her choice more quickly, so she just needs to forget everything about this problem.
Finally, she has it narrowed down to two choices, a skimpy nurse uniform from every patient’s deepest wet dream, and a cat girl costume to shake up the animal theme a little bit. Either one would be perfect, and perfectly humiliating on top of that, but she can’t decide which one she should choose right now. Knowing that they are both perfect options does not make it easier to decide, because she can’t just go in blind. She tells herself that, but she needs to choose and quickly, because she really can’t think about anything other than how badly she needs to pee.
If she doesn’t hurry up, she might not make it. That thought hits her all at once, and she realizes just how far she has let this go, the risk that she has taken when she really shouldn’t have. This is urgent, and she has to make up her mind fast before…before…
Nurse! The nurse for today, and then she can go with the other tomorrow or something, just anything to make sure that she is able to make it to the bathroom in time. But even with her mind made up, it is already too late. Her knees buckle and she lets out a whimper as her bladder finally gives in, warm piss gushing out of her to start forming a puddle at her feet. She definitely took too long to make up her mind.
21. Genshin Impact- Kazuha wets himself in front of Beidou
Kazuha winces and tries to ignore the throbbing in his bladder. This could not have come at a worse time, but then, what else was he expecting? It is not as if everything that he had to drink would just disappear. He should have known from the start that, if he was not careful, he would end up in a situation just like this. However, in the moment, he was just pleased that Beidou was actually going to let him drink with her, and so, he did not bother to worry himself with any of the details.
Now, he is really starting to regret that, or at least regretting just how much he let himself drink. He wonders how she is so calm, but maybe it is not effecting her like it is him. He has always had a small bladder, and usually, he remembers to be more cautious, but like an idiot, he didn’t consider it now. And even though he isn’t exactly trapped in this situation, he doesn’t want to excuse himself while they are still talking, doesn’t want to be met with teasing, even though he knows, rationally, that it is unlikely that she will tease him just for having to relieve himself.
But there comes a point when he simply can’t take it anymore, bladder aching so much that he knows he is not going to be able to hold it much longer. He has to do something now, before he loses control, and he is quick to stand up, catching Beidou’s attention. She has this amused smirk on her face, like she already knows what is going to happen, like she has been able to tell that he was struggling with this all along.
There is nothing he can do to stop it now, just a little bit too late to even take a step. Right in front of her, he loses control with a sharp cry and a whimper, and Beidou gets a good view of him as he begins to piss himself. Kazuha remains frozen for a moment, not sure what to do about this, not sure what can even be done in a situation like this, as his bladder continues to empty, soaking his clothing and creating a puddle at his feet.
“You poor thing,” Beidou suddenly says, breaking the silence. Her tone is equal parts teasing and comforting, and he isn’t sure how he is supposed to take it. “You know you could have let me know that it was bothering you, right?”
“I…” he starts, but can think of nothing to say. She shakes her head, rising and approaching him. Though he wants to flinch away, he finds himself leaning into her once she comes to embrace him. Whatever her comfort may mean, he is going to accept it for now.
“You can only get away with that because you’re so cute, you know?” she asks, and he absolutely has no idea how he is supposed to take a remark like that.
22. Genshin Impact- Noelle wets herself in front of Aether
Noelle knows her own limits, and knows that she has quite a lot of time before she really begins pushing them. The first nagging sign that she needs to pee can always be ignored, and she can let it go on for quite some time before she actually needs to go urgently. Her bladder is naturally strong, and trained even more so, to the point that she rarely has to prioritize her own needs over whatever task that she is trying to accomplish.
Today has been a particularly busy day, so she has had no chance for a break. By now, the need is starting to get pretty bad for once, but she knows that she can handle it, at least for a little while longer. At least until she finishes everything that she has to do. Then, she can relieve herself, and everything will be just fine. She has held it through much more urgent situations, and is rather proud of the fact that she is able to endure so much.
She knows her limits. She knows that she can handle this. That is what Noelle continues to repeat to herself, over and over again in her mind as she forces herself to complete her tasks, ignoring the way her bladder throbs, and the fact that she can’t stand still for long without it getting very bad. She has to pee, but she is going to be fine; she is done now, and she can find a bathroom, before-
“Noelle!” Aether cries out to her, waving as he approaches. She suppresses a groan, knowing that is not a polite response. When he reaches her, he goes on to say, “I’m so glad I found you! You’re exactly the person I need!”
She should tell him no, or at least to wait, because she knows her limits, and knows she has reached them. But Noelle can’t deny any request for help, and especially not from someone like Aether, someone that she admires so much and has wanted to get much closer to. However, that desire to get closer to him is going to be her downfall. She knows that, and even so, still nods and asks, “What is it?”
Noelle barely hears anything that Aether says, squirming through his whole explanation, her bladder demanding all of her attention. She needs to ask for a break after all, even though she does not want to. Otherwise, she won’t be able to hold it, so just as soon as she can agree, she will tell him that she can only help after a short break, just a few minutes to make sure that she-
She does not make it to that point. Aether has just finished his explanation when the dam bursts, and Noelle loses all control of her bladder. She reflexively presses her hands into her skirt to try and hold back, but all that does is ensure that her skirt takes damage as well, as she pisses herself right in front of Aether. |
Based on episode 6 of the Plunderer anime. Written for @daveshuyi
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Sitting on a grassy hillside next to Licht, Hina couldn’t help but squirm a little as she felt a twinge in her bladder. She’d set out before dawn to try to catch up to the man she was sure she’d been told to look for, and hadn’t had a chance to relieve herself since just after she’d woken up. The cool, slightly wet grass brushing against her thighs wasn’t helping her predicament at all and the nearby bushes looked very tempting. She’d spent enough time travelling with her mother to be quite familiar with using the woods as a bathroom, but leaving and taking her eyes off of Licht now would just give him another chance to run. For now, she’d just have to bear with it until she could convince him to stay.
Holding back a sigh, she turned to the white-haired man sitting next to her, holding out the basket of food she’d brought on their walk.
“I’m used to travelling alone, and I’m not used to cooking for others, but please have one,” Hina said, offering a sandwich to the pale-haired swordsman she sat next to.
“T-thank you. About the other day-”
“I wonder, is this sort of like a date?” the blue-haired girl asked. “Knowing you, you’ve probably been dating other women since we parted ways anyway.”
“Uh. What exactly have you heard about that?” he asked, feeling a cold sweat coming on.
“Nothing much,” she said, staring out across the rolling hills. “Mostly, I’m just glad to see you again.”
As the two of them sat there, trying to figure out their next words, the quiet was broken by a shout and what looked like a large wooden bird tearing down the hill. When its path took it over a small rise, the odd contraption briefly took to the air before crashing back to the earth with a loud thump. As it made its way down below their position, a shock of long, red hair became visible, trailing in the breeze behind the machine’s rider.
“Fly! Fly damn it!” the woman’s voice could faintly be heard shouting as the distance between her and her audience increased.
The woman on the machine could feel her legs burning as she tried to turn the pedals just that little bit faster; she was so close! With every bump she went over she could feel it trying to struggle into the air, and with just a little more speed she could finally fly! In the back of her mind, each bump had a more unpleasant effect: each time she was launched into the hair and crashed back down, her bladder protested, sending a pang of desperation through her nerves. She’d known she had but a short window between patrols of the local garrison to try her new machine, and there wasn’t room in that schedule for a bathroom break.
“Just a little more, one little flight and we’ll be done!” she all but begged the machine bouncing around beneath her.
“A flying machine? That could be dangerous,” Licht muttered as the girl passed by.
“L-licht, isn’t there a canyon over there?” Hina asked with unease in her voice as they watched.
“Yeah. I’ll be back, I promise.” He stood up and bounded across the halls after the other woman.
The woman in the flying machine had her head down, her breath ragged as she pushed her machine down the hill. Every bump made her wonder if she was about to leak, but once she was in the air that wouldn’t be a problem anymore. As she flew off of one last rise, she could feel the machine float through the air as she sailed over the edge of the canyon.
“It’s working!” she cried. After so many late nights and fraught visits from the guards, she’d built a machine that could take her into the skies. Or at least, she thought she had; as soon as she’d gone airborne, the machine had begun losing speed and in the span of just a few seconds its glide had turned into a fall, nose first and into the depths of the canyon.
She barely had time to shout as she realized what was going on, closing her eyes and waiting for the fall to come to its grisly end. But instead of what she’d expected, she felt a pressure around her middle, sharply arresting her fall and forcing a small amount of her pee into her shorts. ‘D-did I hit a branch halfway down?’ she wondered before opening her eyes.
Instead of the rock walls she’d expected, she was met by the sight of fields laid out before her like the pattern of a quilt draped over the hills. ‘D-did I die? Is this the afterlife?’ But her thoughts were interrupted by a jolt through her bladder as that pressure came again. Glancing down, she saw a muscled arm wrapped around her torso. Following that arm up its length, she saw a man with white hair and a red cloak, apparently the person that had saved her. By the time she’d looked back to the landscape, they were already falling back towards the ground. As the pair touched the ground again, the redhead almost immediately tackled her rescuer to the ground in excitement.
“You can fly! How? Do you have wings hidden somewhere?” she asked, poking around his arms and shoulders for any hint of his secrets.
“I-it’s not really flying, I can just jump higher than most people,” Licht explained, his voice quavering as the girl ran her hands across his arms and chest.
“Well, you don’t seem to have any wings.” She and Licht both seemed a bit disappointed as she finished her examination. “You’ll probably be able to help anyway though,” she reasoned, dragging him to his feet by the arm. “I’d wager you’ve still spent more time up in the air than anyone else I’ve met.”
As the red-haired girl had climbed on top of Licht, Hina had caught up with the pair, blushing profusely at the sight laid out before her.
Soon enough, the other girl noticed her. “Friend of yours?” she asked the white-haired man in her grasp. Receiving a nod in return, she continued, “You should come along too, I’ve got a hunch you’ll be helpful too. Oh, and my name is Pelmo by the way, nice to meet you!”
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As they walked back to her farm, Pelmo could feel her bladder protesting a bit with every step, and a small thrill as the familiar shape of her home came into view over the hill. She really could use a visit to the bathroom, but there was no way she could just piss away her best chance at some real help achieving her dream. She could hold it long enough to show them the basics of her project at least.
A short walk later, the trio came to a stop in front of a workshop, one with a wide set of doors taking up most of the front wall. With a grunt of effort, Pelmo shoved one of the massive doors to the side before beckoning to the two travellers. “Come on in. That thing that went over the cliff was one of the more promising prototypes, but this is the machine I’m really counting on.”
As their eyes adjusted to the light in the wide room, Hina and Licht saw a mass of wires and wooden struts, two great fabric wings stretching wide enough to easily span a road. Hina’s eyes lit up in wonder at the sight while Licht grew quiet.
“Have you ever wanted to fly? To just soar through the sky like a bird?” The red-haired inventor asked. “Just imagine how much easier it would be if we could fly across ravines and mountains, anyone could go anywhere.”
“But we can’t-” Licht started before being interrupted by an excited Hina, beaming at the other girl.
“That’s wonderful! Is there anything we can do to help?” she asked, her need for the bathroom all but forgotten in her excitement.
“Well, maybe. I’ve been making changes to the gearing to try to get more speed out of it, but it just doesn’t want to leave the ground,” she said with a sigh. “I was hoping your friend might have some sort of ideas, since he seemed to recognize the prototype.” She gestured to the plans laid out on a table against the wall.
As Licht walked over and quietly looked over the plans, Pelmo showed Hina around the controls of the machine. “So, the pedals here are how the propeller is powered, but the handles are how I can change the shape of the wings to steer,” she explained, pointing to each in turn as she sat in the cockpit of the machine, trying not to cross her legs as the blue-haired girl watched. “It’s far from the perfect way to do it. Since you’re grabbing onto them to stay on the machine, it’s easy to pull them in the wrong direction.”
As she rattled off information about her design by rote, her mind was on her bladder. Once the pale-haired stranger had taken a look at her plans, she could take the two of them to her house to talk about improvements over a meal, but much more importantly, she would finally get a chance to pee. Gingerly, trying not to separate her legs far enough for the small wet patch on her shorts to be visible, Pelmo climbed out of the machine and wandered over to her other guest.
“So, what do you think of the design?” Pelmo approached her other guest as she spoke.
“Research into flight is banned in this country,” he said, turning to watch her. “You know the penalty for it as well as I do: death. You came close to dying in that test earlier too. Why are you taking these risks?”
The red-haired adventurer looked at the floor, her smile wiped from her face.
“Wait, illegal? What are you talking about?” Hina asked, looking between the two.
“He’s right. The guards are told to be on the lookout for anything that looks like a flying machine. I’ve had to break a few prototypes to hide them, and I’m not sure they’ll buy that again,” she admitted with a sigh. “It’s why I took the risk and showed my plans to you, this is probably my last chance.” She stared into Licht’s own red eyes. “I’m not giving up on this, not until I’ve tried everything I possibly can. Are you going to try to stop me?”
“No, no I won’t.” Licht turned back to the prints before picking up a quill and making a small change to the shape of the wings.
“What are you drawing…? Huh.” Pelmo grabbed the sheet of paper from the table as soon as he was finished. “That is a bit closer to a bird’s wing, isn’t it? That could be worth a shot.” As she walked around her machine, mapping out the work ahead, her mind hummed with ideas. Any thoughts of finding a bathroom could wait, she had work to do.
“I don’t know where you got this idea, but thank you. I have to get to work on this, but please make yourselves at home; it’s the least I can do to repay you,” the red-haired girl said as she shooed the pair out of her shop, followed by the thump of the heavy doors closing.
“Now, let’s get you ready to fly,” she said, brushing a hand along the wing. She rushed around the shop, collecting the tools she’d need to bend the wings of her plane into their new shape, along with a stepladder to reach them.
The first few changes went quickly and she fell into a routine. Climb up her ladder, tie one end of the wire in place, pull the wire taut, tie it to the other, jump down and move the ladder, repeat. But by the time she was halfway along the wingspan, her pace was beginning to slow.
As she sat on the ladder, she couldn’t help twisting her legs together, trying to give her overtaxed holding muscles a bit more support. When she jumped down from the ladder to shift it to the next location, a small spurt sprayed into her underwear in response to the shock of the landing travelling through her lower body. Dropping the spool of wire, she immediately pressed one hand between her legs, gasping as she felt a small amount of the warm wetness against her skin and the wet patch of fabric grew. Pressing her legs together and tensing her muscles managed to stop the leak after a few seconds, but she held her position for a bit longer, just to make sure.
Once she was confident that there wasn’t any more coming, she let out a shaky breath and removed her hand. Her mind might have been occupied with other thoughts, but her bladder had been filling steadily and was rapidly approaching the point of no return. ‘Once I have this side done, I’ll take a break. Just two more wires, then I’ll pee,’ she told herself, retrieving the wire and shoving the ladder to its next spot.
She could hear the ladder creaking as she climbed up on shaking legs and installed the first of the two wires. No matter how hard she tried to focus on the work, the pressure between her legs refused to be ignored, and it showed in her work. They weren’t the prettiest connections, but they should be solid enough, and she didn’t have the time to make them look good.
As she gingerly climbed down to move over for the last wire, she could feel a few warm drips seeping into her shorts again. Her hand shot between her legs once more, the pressure just barely enough to put her back in control. Yet again, even more reluctantly than before, the leak was stopped, but Pelmo knew that it would start again the second she removed her hand.
She glared at the place the last wire should go, trying to work out a way of attaching it with only one free hand. No, she realized, there just wasn’t a way to get the tension she needed that way, and even if there was, leaking all over the frame would cause even bigger problems. She grimaced at the memory of replacing half of the plane’s frame after leaving it in the rain had warped the wood.
As much as it felt like admitting defeat, she really couldn’t put off going to the bathroom any longer. Carefully, she set her tools down, trying to avoid disturbing her overfilled bladder any more than she had to, before reaching the next obstacle: the shop doors. The huge slabs of wood were too heavy to move with one hand, but they were the only way out of the building. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves, tensed her lower muscles, and used both hands to push the door to the side. Her legs shook with the combined exertion of moving the heavy object while staying pressed together, and she could feel a trickle running through her increasingly wet underwear and down the inside of her thigh. As soon as there was a big enough gap to fit through without putting any additional pressure on her lower body, she darted through into the sunlight.
Quickly glancing around, the only people visible were her two visitors, sitting on a hill and thankfully facing away from her. She had two options for reaching the house: she could run and risk leaking on the way, but get there faster; or she could try to tiptoe her way over without disturbing her bladder any further and hope for the best. As another small leak sprayed into her underwear, the choice was obvious.
She sprinted for her house, leaving a trail of faint footprints and small drops in the dirt, throwing the unlocked door open as soon as she reached it. She didn’t have time for niceties like removing her shoes, thumping across the wooden floors to the bathroom as quickly as she could and fumbling with the buttons on her shorts as she went.
She managed to free the last button just as the bathroom door was in reach, the increasingly wet hand pressed between her legs the only thing keeping her shorts up as she opened the door to her destination. As she felt her stream gaining strength, she let go of her shorts, allowing them to fall around her ankles as she shoved down her nearly-soaked underwear before a spray of pee burst out of her. The inventor stood there in her bathroom, a strong jet of golden liquid pouring out and mostly into the bowl of the toilet as she got her long-awaited relief. She let her eyes drift shut as a deep sigh escaped her lips, drowned out by the hissing as her stream left her body and the splash from its landing point. This wasn’t the first time she’d been distracted by her work and needed to rush to the bathroom, but she’d never let it get quite this bad before. ‘At least it’s over now,’ she thought, feeling a slight breeze against her exposed butt.
Her eyes flew open at the unexpected sensation and as she turned her head to look behind her, she realized her mistake. In her rush for relief, she hadn’t closed either of the doors that she’d opened and anyone that chose to look through her front door would see her standing there, stripped from the waist down and doing her best to imitate a waterfall.
She strained to reach the door and pull it shut, but there was no way to reach it without shifting from where she was standing, and that came with its own problems. If she moved without stopping her stream, she’d have much bigger problems than wet shorts and a few drips on the floor to worry about, and her flood of pee had no intention of stopping now that it was finally getting its long-denied chance at freedom. Given a choice between the possibility of someone seeing her butt and the certainty of trying to scrub pee off of the walls, she knew which option she’d take.
She would still try to minimize her chances of being seen though, and with that goal in mind, she tensed her muscles and began trying to force her pee out as quickly as she could. As it flew further, her urine sprayed against the tank of the toilet for a second before she was able to adjust her aim, the splashing getting noticeably louder once it was landing where it was meant to. The other effect was a spray of droplets against the inside of her thighs, but those simply blended in with all the leaks from her sprint to get to the bathroom.
Finally, after nearly half a minute, her bladder was almost empty. She shifted her hips forward, almost straddling the toilet, allowing the last dribbles to fall into the foaming, yellow pool of liquid as she let out a deep breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. After letting the last drips fall and wiping as much as she could off of her lower body, she flushed the unwanted waste down the pipes.
With the cause of all her tension for the last few hours gone, she felt like a weight had been lifted off of her shoulders as she kicked off her ruined shorts and underwear, setting off to find clean clothes and something to clean up the leaks before they soaked in and stained the floorboards.
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The two travellers stood in front of the doors, slightly stunned at Pelmo’s sudden rush to find tools and at how bluntly she had kicked them back out of her shop.
“She’s energetic, isn’t she?” Hina said when she’d found her voice, standing in front of the shed with her legs crossed at the ankles and one hand gripping the hem of her skirt. She’d been planning on asking their host where she could find a bathroom, but once she’d seen Licht’s drawings it was almost like the other girl had gone into a trance. She glanced around the cluster of buildings, hoping to see some sign of a bathroom, but didn’t see any obvious outhouses and poking around inside someone’s home unaccompanied felt like an invasion of their privacy. She sighed. ‘I’ll just ask her when she’s done. It can’t take that long, can it?’
“Hmm.” Licht nodded in agreement, his mind clearly somewhere else as he stared at the doors, as if he could see through them.
“Let’s get out of the sun for now, there’s a nice tree over there.” Hina gestured at the tree in question, sitting at the top of a grassy slope on the edge of the farm. Hopefully sitting would make it easier to hold on, and if it didn’t, it would at least make it easier to hide the results. As the two of them walked the short distance, Hina was focused on taking short, careful steps, trying not to separate her legs more than she had to, trying not to move too suddenly.
As they neared the tree, Licht finally spoke. “Did I do the right thing? Should I have helped her with the design?”
“Of course you did. Whether or not your suggestion works, you gave her a bit of hope,” she reassured him. “You saw how excited that made her. Even if it causes trouble with the guard, helping someone achieve their dream isn’t a bad thing.” As she spoke, she knelt in the shade of the tree, the cool, wet grass tickling the skin between her socks and the hem of her skirt and making her bladder twinge.
“I suppose so. Thank you Hina,” he said, glancing over to her.
Hina’s face went red as their eyes met, as she stuttered, “Eh, ah you’re welcome.”
As the pair sat waiting, watching the clouds, and avoiding each other’s eyes, Hina was having more and more trouble staying still; she wasn’t yet the most desperate she’d ever been but she was rapidly approaching that point, and as she sat there, she could feel her legs trying to shake, the vibrations travelling up and through her core, jostling the mass of liquid inside her. If they’d still been in the wilderness she would definitely have made her excuses and found a bush by now, but going outside when there was certainly a bathroom nearby simply didn’t seem right.
‘I’ll be going outside one way or another if that girl takes much longer though,’ she thought, another pulse of desperation sending a shiver up her spine. She wasn’t going to pull up her shirt to check, but it certainly felt like her bladder was full enough for a bulge to be visible on her lower stomach, just in the right spot to press against the waistband of her skirt.
Biting her lip, she tried to focus on something else, anything other than the thought of dashing for a bathroom, sitting down, and emptying out her liquid burden. With one hand grabbing her skirt, trying to pull the waistband so that it didn’t press so hard on her bladder, she turned to face her companion.
“Hey, Licht. You’ve never told me what your goal is. You’re travelling, and clearly looking for something. What is it?” she asked, managing to keep her voice steady.
“What am I travelling for, huh?” he asked aloud. After staring into the distance, he flopped over backwards, lying in the grass. “That’s a secret.”
“What? That’s not fair,” Hina responded with a slight pout.
“Well, shall I tell you that secret then?” he asked, rolling over to face her and placing his hand on her wrist. The surprise and thrill of his touch was nearly enough for her to leak right there, but she was able to tense up enough to hold it back.
“W-what is it?”
“To see your panties!” He cried, placing his hands on the blue-haired girl’s knees. “Oh, these legs are as stubborn as always.”
Adding even more stress caused Hina’s legs to shake as she desperately fought to keep them pressed firmly together. “S-stop that! That’s no way to change the subject!” she yelped. She knew he was more than strong enough to pull them apart if he tried seriously, but even the force he was applying as some sort of joke was almost enough to overpower her quickly tiring muscles. As they parted slightly, she could feel the urine that had been held back rushing towards freedom. “N-no!” she gasped out, as the first droplets soaked into her underwear and darkened the fabric between her legs.
As he pulled slightly, Licht could feel Hina’s legs giving way and could see further along the insides of her thighs, up past the top of her socks, and the faintest hint of rapidly darkening blue fabric.
“Am I interrupting something?” The redheaded mechanic called as she approached Hina from behind.
“Ah, t-that was quick.” Licht scrambled to remove himself from his position near Hina’s skirt as quickly as he could.
“Well, they weren’t particularly difficult changes, once there weren’t any interruptions at least,” she said, her face flushing red at the last part.
Hina didn’t even attempt to follow the conversation as Licht and Pelmo talked about the changes to the machine. The leak that had started when her legs had been pulled apart simply refused to stop, no matter how she tried to hold it back, even resorting to a hand under her skirt and pressed over her opening, just the soaked fabric separating her hand from her privates. Despite her best efforts, the intermittent leaks began getting longer and more forceful, growing from dribbles to spurts and finally to a consistent stream of pee.
As the warm liquid ran over her fingers, she simply let go; there was no way she would be able to make it to a bathroom and she’d be just as drenched if she did. Once she had pulled her hand away, her stream grew into a hissing river, flowing through the saturated fabric of her panties and out to the sides to run down her thighs and into the grass. Staring at the ground, she could feel a blush rising on her cheeks as her mouth hung open, all but panting in relief. She didn’t dare look up, both to hide the signs of what she was doing that were surely obvious on her face, and so she didn’t have to find out whether they could hear the hissing that seemed almost deafening to her ears.
The contrast of the cool wet grass on some parts of her thighs and the hot pee flowing from between her legs was a unique experience, if nothing else, and as she neared empty, the grass and the dirt beneath finally seemed to be unable to keep absorbing more of her liquid and a quiet splashing joined the hissing as her pee dripped into the small puddle that was forming. Soon after that her stream began slowing down, becoming a dribble before finally stopping, leaving just the drips falling from her thighs and soaked underwear to fall to the ground. She sighed in relief, almost lightheaded with the feeling of finally being empty for the first time in hours. A shout from a few feet away jolted her back to reality.
“Hina!” Licht called, a note of worry in his voice. “Pelmo’s ready to test her machine, did you doze off over there?”
“A-ah, no, just thinking. I’m fine, just give me a minute and I’ll catch up with you two,” she tried to reassure him. Once he’d looked away, she was relieved not to feel any obvious wetness on her white skirt. Her boots and socks hadn’t been so lucky, but the boots were meant to get wet to some extent anyways, and the socks were dark enough that they probably wouldn’t show a stain, even if they weren’t very pleasant to wear like this. Her underwear was completely ruined though, and she could already feel the warmth fading and being replaced with a cold, damp feeling that she would have to get rid of at the first opportunity. ‘Hopefully we’ll be able to head back to camp soon,’ she begged anyone that would listen. |
Being watched
Cerys Alexander sat at the news desk smiling as the floor producer counted down. Her golden hair tied back and sitting perfectly, her make up glamorous but not over done and her plain pink blouse looking smart but comfortable on camera. Cerys had worked hard to get where she was today and was well admired and popular. For many she was the familiar face every night at 6pm on BBC1 though her background had been in many local channels before that. Natural, professional and calm under pressure she read the news and anchored the programme flawlessly.
The schedule was all set, research completed and pre-recorded pieces all ready. Today there were no studio guests lined up, no video interviews with politicians or highly qualified advisors and just one live outside with the political correspondent outside the prime minister’s house. Cerys was due live for just 30 minutes which was perfect after having had a few mugs of coffee earlier and what with make up and set up she hadn’t even thought to go to the bathroom. Half an hour was nothing though. Anyone could hold that long without people realising.
But as the producer counted down...5....4....3...2....a frantic buzz began which Cerys ignored as best as possible so she could appear on screen cool, calm and professional. As she began ‘Good evening and welcome to the news at 6 on Monday 19th July with me, Cerys Alexander. Coming up we look at the latest cabinet reshuffle with our live political correspondent Martin Forest who is outside 10 Downing Street, we report on the announcement this morning by the Bank of England that interest rates have fallen to their lowest level in 20 years and our sports correspondent gives an update on the start of the first season after Conoravirus. Stay with us as we go live right now to Martin in London for the latest...good evening Martin...there definitely appears to be a lot going on where you are...’
Whilst live footage moved temporarily over to Martin Cerys was immediately briefed on the breaking news as she spun between Martin talking live and the hive of activity in the studio. Immediately Cerys sensed something huge was happening as editors grappled with an ever changing programme schedule as suddenly the world changed before her eyes. Cerys thrived on the adrenaline, immediately forgetting her bladder and concentrating immediately on the breaking story of the sudden resignation of the prime minister. She watched Martin, listening intently as he spoke live from the Prime Minster’s residence as cameras flashed and the front door opened. This was the sort of thing she was trained for and could be the making of her own career, ironically as the head of the country ended his.
Ten minutes later and still she was live to Martin as they beamed the live speech of the Prime Minister across the nation and world. Rating were soaring and the schedule was ditched as Cerys heard the producer say through her ear piece that Cerys was to keep anchoring live for as long as necessary. Off camera a floor runner placed a large glass of water on her table and Cerys sipped at it while Martin spoke. If she was going to be live on air for quite some time she couldn’t have a dry mouth!
Half an hour passed and Cerys continued to hold the fort as the impact of the announcement filtered through to every reporter imaginable and every country. It was the dream of newsreaders around the world to be the one in her position and she intended to showcase her skills and professionalism as much as possible whilst not in any way detracting from the story at hand. She should have been off camera ten minutes ago but right now there was no end to how long she would be here without a break.
Immediately more correspondents in the studio had make up rushed on and Cerys was told Fergus would join her at the table. Fergus, an older, traditional gent who had never worked for any other channel but the BBC, loved his own opinion and Cerys had constant voices in her ear telling her to stop him talking, switch back to Martin and read out from the teleprompter which was being professionally updated from the control room.
‘For anyone just joining us here on BBC1 this is a live extended news bulletin and I am Cerys Alexander with breaking news that the Prime Minister, Boris Johnston has tonight resigned with immediate effect on the day his cabinet was reshuffled. In his live statement he said earlier that his position was no longer tenable after three cabinet ministers resigned within half an hour over negotiations around Brexit. He stated he will leave number 11 Downing Street where he resides with his partner and young son this evening and Dominic Raab will be the new Prime Minister until a full leadership contest is complete. Here is Robert Fleming with more details...’
Cerys took a deep breath as her teleprompter undated continually. She sipped some more water and shuffled on her seat quite aware she would really benefit from a break to visit the bathroom but absolutely aware this couldn’t happen. She crossed her ankles under the table and continued on as a live TV screen showing what viewers at home saw had a continuous chyron across the bottom of the screen updating viewers with the breaking news story and alerting them to the changed schedule.
Cerys clenched her muscles tight wishing she’d thought to use the toilet hours ago when she first felt a tingle. Now she couldn’t go as she was being watched live by millions worldwide yet her bladder hadn’t got the memo and was pressing for relief. Shifting on her seat again she slipped a hand under the table as Fergus checked his laptop, presumably to get some more facts to talk about as soon as he was allowed. Checking no-one was watching Cerys pressed between the legs of her smart grey trousers as the urge to get off set and use the toilet became stronger and stronger.
Suddenly the cameras were back on her as a live interview was set up via video with a well known political journalist. On the surface Cerys was cool, smart, calm and asking all the right questions, meanwhile beneath the table her thighs rubbed together and her legs tensed as Cerys fought strongly against her own bladder which was full to bursting. She’d been live for 50 minutes and it was taking its toll on her body. A voice through her earpiece said there were 10 minutes remaining and Cerys willed her muscles to hold on til then. As the journalist answered another leading question Cerys pressed her bottom tight against the back of the firm seat and leaned a little forwards, her body almost cramping in its need for release. She tapped her foot and squeezed every muscle available as Fergus rudely interrupted the journalist and tried to correct him. The camera turned to Fergus and Cerys slipped a hand between her legs quickly as she felt a dribble in her underwear.
It was an honour and privilege to be the live anchor on the biggest UK TV channel during a breaking news story but Cerys was getting worried as her bladder pulled steadily and her urethra drummed harshly between her legs. The constant tingling was distracting but leaving the seat could cost her her career. She shuffled yet again, getting less and less confident of her ability to hold on.
Cerys was getting a barrage of noise in her ear as the producer prompted her to take charge but as she did so she mispronounced a key name as her body sweat in the effort not to pee. Turning red she quickly corrected herself and apologised live as the camera focussed on her face whilst beneath the table, between her legs, her crotch continued to dampen. Cerys knew she was in danger as a time check in her ear told her she had five more minutes live. If she could just hold her bladder that bit longer.
Reminding the viewers once again of the breaking news story Cerys tried to stay composed and relaxed despite the war between her legs. Time was getting nearer as she drew the extended news bulletin to a slow close reminding the public who was now in charge of the country and listing all the key government members who had resigned too. Meanwhile Cerys resigned herself to the fact she wasn’t going to make it as a long steady flow of urine ran down the inside of her smart grey trousers. Continuing to close off her bladder gave up completely as Cerys smiled and read her teleprompter as if nothing was happening.
The theme tune of the news rang out as Fergus launched into a monologue of how he’d seen this coming but no one had listened and how he hadn’t been given long enough to talk. The producer thankfully intervened, coming over towards Cerys and congratulating her on a great live performance.
‘You held it together so professionally Cerys. That was tense, tiring, thrilling and I bet you need a coffee now...I know I do! The 24 news crew will be all over this one tonight. Well done girl! You did us proud!’
Cerys blushed. She waited until he left and, with Fergus still at the desk on his laptop and the camera crew talking among themselves, she stood up feeling her trousers clinging to her legs and knowing immediately that her wetting would be obvious she pretended nothing was amiss as she confidently walked off set and to the ladies where she somehow managed to pee more again before using the hand dryer to dry her trousers and finishing her shift.
A night which defined her career would be remembered by many for the political embarrassments but for Cerys it would always be her own embarrassment that would define the moment.
Unfortunately there’s not much even a professional young career woman can do when she can’t pee due to being watched. There really is only so long a bladder can wait, even live on TV. |
A/N: Old commission I wrote with Flaynhardt love confessions, that somehow leads into Flayn pissing herself.
Peacetime does not always mean peaceful times, and Flayn finds that after the war comes to a close, she is just as busy as she was during, always running all over the monastery as they figure out how to adjust to the world as it is now. She and the rest of those with the church have more work than ever before, and she is lucky that several of the students from Byleth’s class, who were present to aid them with the war effort, have opted to remain at the monastery for the time being, to aid with the reconstruction efforts.
Among those students is Linhardt, someone that had the chance to get very close to during her time as a student, and again during the war. Though his advancements regarding her crest and his research were off putting at first, the two built a bond that went far beyond that, culminating when, just before the war ended, Linhardt told her outright that he liked her. Flayn has been confessed to over the years, but usually by those who don’t know her well, admiring her from afar and waiting until she’s free from Seteth’s gaze to go all out, but she has never been confessed to by someone that she is actually close to.
Certainly, she has never been confessed to by someone that she would consider saying yes to.
But it was hardly the right time to start a relationship, and she insisted they put things on hold for now, which Linhardt did not argue with. She feels bad for making him wait for her, but it simply wasn’t the right time, and now she’s been too busy to take the time to give him a proper confession, though she does wish that they could begin to move things along. Flayn doesn’t intend to make him wait too much longer, but she doesn’t have a lot of time to spare, and doesn’t always know where to find him, or what he’s busy with.
In fact, she barely has time to worry about herself, let alone Linhardt. It is nothing short of a miracle that she finds time to eat three meals a day, and she isn’t getting nearly as much sleep as she would like to. Often, she is so distracted with her tasks that she doesn’t pay attention to anything else, not even her own needs, regardless of how urgent they may be. Which is to say, she’s ended up with several close calls upon realizing that she’s neglected to relieve herself right up to the very last minute, ignoring it until it’s impossible to ignore it anymore. She’s had several close calls, but she’s made it every time, and that, at least, is a good thing.
Flayn doesn’t intend to make Linhardt wait for her, and certainly not so long that even someone like him could get impatient with her, but, without meaning to, she lets that drag out for far too long as well. He does get impatient, or at least decides that it’s more worth it to confess to her again, rather than waiting for her to come around and give him her answer. So he finds her one day, approaching her when she’s mostly alone, hurrying through the monastery, and insisting that she give him some of her time.
Normally, this wouldn’t be a problem. Normally, even if she were busy, she would be able to talk a few moments for someone as important to her as Linhardt. However, he did not catch her at a free moment, or even in the middle of a task. Flayn had just excused herself from her work because she had something more pressing to take care of, and she can either tell Linhardt that she’s busy with that , or she can hear him out, despite how urgent this has gotten.
Though the more rational part of her knows that Linhardt would likely wait for her, the fear of making him wait only for him to decide he’s tired of waiting for her is prevalent. Likewise, though he probably won’t ask what’s so urgent, if he does, she thinks she would be far too embarrassing to actually have to tell him what the problem was. So, despite the intense throbbing in her bladder, she decides to hold it a little longer, and hear him out.
Never mind the fact that she only realized how bad her need had gotten because of a particularly sharp pang, and a sudden leak that she just barely managed to put a stop to before it turned into something worse. She has everything under control now, so she will be just fine.
“You’ve been increasingly harder to get a hold of lately, Flayn,” says Linhardt.
“We have all been busy since the war ended,” she replies, not sure what else to say. She subconsciously squeezes her thighs together, then quickly pulls them back apart when she realizes what she is doing.
“You don’t need to remind me. All I’ve wanted to do since the war ended is find a place to hide away and nap for a day or two, but even I haven’t had a chance,” he replies.
“You could have returned to your home.” She resists the urge to squeeze her thighs together again, trying to ignore her aching bladder as much as she can without relinquishing control. Flayn knows exactly what he’s come to talk to her about, but he isn’t exactly getting to the point, and this conversation probably won’t be brief. Maybe she should have excused herself first after all.
“Are you kidding me? That would probably mean even more work, if you can believe that,” he says with a sigh. “But that’s beside the point. Flayn, I had something that I wanted to discuss with you. I know you had said we could talk about this later, but it’s later, and it doesn’t seem like we’ve had much of a chance yet.”
“I...I apologize, I have not had the proper chance to talk to you, but I promise I did not forget.” It is taking all she has to keep her mind on the conversation at hand. Even knowing how important it is is not enough to distract her from the distress signals that her bladder is sending out. Or perhaps she shouldn’t allow herself to grow distracted from it, or else she might grow too relaxed, and then…
“No need to apologize, I understand, but that’s why I decided to find you myself. If you’re not busy right now, I’d really like to talk to you.”
Now, she has the perfect out. She can be honest and explain the situation, and ask him to wait just a few minutes, or she can even lie and say she’s working on something else, and arrange a time to meet later in the day. Surely he would understand either of those, and surely he wouldn’t mind waiting just a little bit longer, when she isn’t even brushing him off. He’ll know that she’s sincere.
“Of course, I have some time to talk,” she finds herself saying, wanting to scream in frustration once the words are out of her mouth.
“That’s good,” he says, taking a moment to think before he starts, and she spends every second of silence fighting back whimpers and trying to remain still. “I’m sure you already know what it is I want to talk about with you.”
“You would like my answer,” she replies, hoping that she’s just imagining her voice wavering, and that Linhardt doesn’t notice anything amiss.
“I would, but I’d like for you to give me a chance to better explain myself,” he says. “I told you before that I like you, and I meant that. Spending time with you has been something very special, and you’re one of the only people I enjoy spending so much time with.”
Clenching her hands into fists at her side, Flayn vows to herself that she will hear him out to the end, no matter what. No matter how uncomfortable she may be right now, she will ignore that. After all, it’s not often she gets such a genuine confession, and she plans to accept at the end, so it wouldn’t do for her to let her mind wander during this conversation.
He continues on, saying, “I meant it when I told you that I like you, and I wanted to know what you felt, but things are a little different now. We won this war, and perhaps everything will be peaceful from now on, but what if it isn’t? Or what if things hadn’t turned out so favorably? If that were the case, I couldn’t imagine if I lost you, or if I died before...well. Flayn, what I’m trying to say is that I want you to know that I’m in love with you, and I want to be with you. Not because of any experiments, or Crests, but just because I do.”
To hear him put it all into words is enough to cause her heart to skip a beat, and Flayn bites her lip as she tries to think of the proper response. She loves him, of course; she’s known that she loves him for some time now, and had the same fear of someday losing him, before they had a real chance together. She is so happy right now that she can think of nothing else but how best to tell him of her own feelings, and that distraction proves to be her undoing, turning the happiest moment of her life into the most humiliating.
She gasps at the sudden spurt of liquid that escapes, her knees buckling as she tries to stop the flow. But one spurt turns into another, and then another, and she is speechless, squeezing her thighs together and panicking, while it becomes very obvious to Linhardt that something is wrong with her. He stares at her in confusion and she wants to beg him to look away, so that at least he doesn’t have to see this, but her mouth opens and closes uselessly as she loses control.
The worst part about it all is how good it feels to finally empty her bladder, whether it’s against her will or not. After holding back for so long, it feels so good to let go, suddenly and completely. At first, her dark dress conceals what’s actually happening, but it isn’t long before a puddle begins to form at her feet, and she stares down at the ground, blinking back tears. All the while, she keeps thinking that she shouldn’t leave Linhardt hanging, she hasn’t answered his confession yet, he’s waiting for her answer…
And then she thinks that it doesn’t really matter, because there’s no way he still means that now.
There is a long stretch of silence after it’s done before Linhardt speaks up. “Flayn…? Are you...alright?”
“I am so terribly sorry,” she says, in a small voice. “I have been so busy today that I have not had a moment to myself, and when you found me, I was on my way to...to…”
“You could have said something,” he says, and his tone is sympathetic, but that hardly means anything. Of course he’ll be nice to her, and treat her like a child, which she’s sure is what he thinks of her.
“I-I know that, but I did not want to...I put you off for so long, and I…”
“We’ve both been too busy,” Linhardt says. “That much is obvious. Which, by the way...you haven’t give me your answer yet.”
“I...what?” Did she hear him correctly?
“I know you’re probably in a hurry to clean up, and I’ll help you with that, but if you waited that long just to hear me out, could you please give me your answer?”
Flayn has no idea what to make of this. He should be disgusted with her, or at least think she’s too immature to bother with, and instead, he’s hardly batting an eye. It’s a strange reaction, but one that makes her feel a little better all the same.
“Linhardt, I...I have to admit that I feel the same. This was not how I envisioned telling you, but…” She looks up at him to see that he’s smiling. “I do love you.”
“That’s wonderful!” he says. “I’m glad we finally got that taken care of. Now, you probably don’t want to linger here for long, so would you like some help cleaning up?”
She tells him that he doesn’t have to, that it’s her mess and she can handle it alone, but he insists. If she ever doubted his feelings, she certainly couldn’t now; Linhardt doesn’t go out of his way to help just anyone. And, as embarrassing as it is to have him help with something like this, it’s touching all the same.
He follows her back to her room after that, and she’s glad that her dress is dark enough that no one can tell, at a glance, what’s happened to her. Her wet clothes have gone cold around her, and she can’t wait to get them off, but when Linhardt follows her into her room, it becomes apparent that he feels the same way.
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Fading to black here, but the full fic does go into some sex after this, so if you're interested in all that, you can read it here, I just didn't feel that it was relevant to post in the thread. https://archiveofourown.org/works/21021167
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All day Candy tries again
Candy set herself her usual target: all day without a pee. After the disaster that was yesterday she was more determined than ever. Using the bathroom was just so time consuming, distracting and inconvenient and the feeling of a full bladder was delicious, thrilling and exciting. She’d woken horny in her strapless nighty, her large breasts feeling sensitive and tingly, her nipples hard and longing. Just touching her own body set it on fire as she suddenly pressed her hand between her legs and stroked her naked vagina. She hadn’t used the bathroom before bed and urgently had to go, so urgently she was seconds away from wetting the bed.
Jumping up she ran to the toilet and released a huge long pee as she tweaked her nipples with fingers wet from her own vagina. She sighed in satisfaction and relief but also in excitement that this would be the last time she went for at least 12 hours. Regardless how desperate she got she would hold today until bedtime. There was nothing like the ecstasy of a huge long release after a long hold to bring her massive sexual desire and Candy knew that the longer the hold the better the high of the release, like a full day of fore play before sex.
Candy showered, put her make up on naked, then dressed in a figure hugging revealing black dress that sat above her knees with her favourite bra and matching lace knickers. She made herself an instant coffee and buttered a croissant then after breakfast drove to work in her cosmetic shop. The mall she worked in was warm and before opening Candy made herself a mug of tea. First trade was usually quiet and she hoped she’d get to drink it all. Her colleague still wasn’t back until next week so Candy set about updating her window display and blowing some balloons up for some colour.
The morning flew in with a steady trickle of customers and Candy had a lovely surprise when the newsagent next door popped in with a fresh roll from the nearby bakers and a latte. Mukesh was lovely and Candy admired him as a fellow businessman. They helped each other take in deliveries when busy and exchanged cash now and again if they needed change. Candy paid Mukesh and thanked him as she cleaned a shelf of lipsticks. Heading back to the till with the filled roll and drink Candy sat behind the desk away from the public as she had another working lunch. With the door of the shop open a light draft sent cold air under the table and onto Candy’s bare legs making her shiver a little and cross her legs. She smiled to herself realising she’d had the first signal from her bladder knowing it would get stronger and stronger as the day went on.
True to her thoughts by mid afternoon Candy was much more aware of her body and her bladder especially. By 3:40 the tingling was becoming more distracting but Candy knew no matter how much her body protested she would make it wait. When Mukesh popped by asking if she had change of a ten pound note Candy wasn’t even aware that her legs were constantly moving and her thighs squeezing. As Candy leaned forwards to open the till drawer Mukesh had a clear view of her breasts as her dress moved down her chest as she leaned over. Coming to the front of the till Mukesh watched as Candy crossed her high heeled strapped sandals on the floor and swung her knee in and out rhythmically. Handing Mukesh the change and taking the note it was clear Candy was distracted and fidgety.
Mukesh smiled and left having enjoyed the view. Candy was extremely attractive and seeing her movements was quite a turn on.
Back alone Candy tried distracting herself with work, revelling in the beautiful tingling sensation between her legs. When a late customer came in close to finishing Candy struggled to stay still. Her whole body longed to relax and release but Candy loved the feeling so much she refused to give in. She wriggled openly on the seat behind the till then struggled to concentrate when the customer asked a simple question. Candy could feel her body yearning, bursting, desperate, but even at the risk of the customer noticing she couldn’t hide it any longer. Her squirming and fidgety behaviour was increasing her sexual desire and she was enjoying herself immensely.
Finally Candy closed the shop, cashed the till up and left out the back door passing the toilet she never used. In her own car she grabbed between her legs and squirmed like crazy to keep holding back, loving every second of the feelings it gave her. As always the traffic was quite heavy and throughout the journey Candy spoke to herself ‘So gotta pee. So not going! Bursting but you can hold this Candy. Don’t you dare pee yet!’
Arriving home intensified the feelings immensely and Candy pee danced around her house as she hung her coat up and made her way to her kitchen. Yesterday she had held right through cooking and wet herself washing dishes but tonight she was absolutely determined she would hold it longer. Regardless how much her bladder moaned she refused to give in to it’s stupid demands. As if to taunt it more she immediately poured a glass of cold water, adding ice from the freezer and drank it down as she looked for something to cook. The fridge had little to offer other than some salad but she had some breaded chicken in the freezer and a few potatoes so put the chicken in the oven and peeled the potatoes all the time constantly moving, moaning and squirming.
She sat on the breakfast bar stool and wiggled against it trying desperately not to give in to her bladder’s demands. One hand down her dress top and in her lace bra fondling her breasts and the other inside her knickers she pressed against the seat, squirmed and stroked herself loving the feelings it brought and knowing it was 100% intensified by her over full bladder. Her nipples were hand and protruding, her vaginal lips swollen and puffy, her clitoris tender and raised. Candy longed to pee but equally longed for sexual climax as she gazed around the kitchen wondering what to do.
She slid the cutlery drawer open but seeing nothing to help she closed it and opened the next drawer which had all sorts of various cooking utensils. With her hand still between her legs and her pussy pounding she grabbed a wooden spoon and smiled. Holding the spoon end she pulled the gusset of her knickers aside and inserted the handle into her own vagina, moaning and pulsating and shaking as she did. She was dying to release so much excess bladder fluid but equally so aroused and horny she fucked herself with the wooden spoon handle as she clung to any hope of not pissing herself while her dinner cooked.
Having orgasmed once Candy was sweating and dry mouthed as she poured herself some wine to drink as she dished up her dinner. For a minute her urgent need to pee subsided as her body recovered from her sexual high but by the time she sat down again to eat she had to slip a sandal off and sit on her foot to prevent herself wetting.
‘You need to wait bladder. A few more hours and I’ll let you go!’
Thankful for just a few dishes to wash and recalling how she had wet herself doing this same job yesterday Candy washed up as quickly as she could, having to stop a few times to hold herself and dance.
God she urgently had to pee!
Walking into the main room Candy thought about running to the toilet. She’d got further than yesterday but she so dearly wanted to know how much longer she could wait. She sat on her couch and switched the TV on fidgeting and rocking to prevent any leaks. Wow her favourite programme was just starting! How perfect. Candy was determined to keep her bladder on hold until the hour programme finished. Sitting on the couch she had a hand between her legs as she bounced her knee, wriggled and rocked.
Drinking more wine Candy played with her body as her need grew and grew exponentially loving every single second. Oh how she adored this feeling but oh how dangerous it was too. As her wine finished she leaned forward to pour out more but alas her body was at it’s absolute limit and leaning on the edge of her own sofa with a bottle of wine in her hands Candy clenched her face and thighs simultaneously as her urethra popped open despite everything and a river of gushing warm urine ran down her bare legs and formed a huge running puddle at her feet.
She’d made it to 11 hours but she had to do better. She watched the rest of her programme in her soaked clothes as she masterbated through them, proud of herself but equally disappointed.
Tomorrow she would make it to bedtime without peeing. She set her mind to it. She had to. She wanted to. She was determined to whatever happened. |
A/N: wrote this for omorashi day for Kinktober last year cos I love Ignatz so much.
Igantz knew when he started wandering off that he was straying too far from the monastery, but he couldn’t help himself, and now that’s he’s finishing up his work for the day, he doesn’t regret it. He was able to get a perfect view for one of his best landscapes yet, in his opinion. Of course, there is more work to be done, but for now, he’s satisfied.
He doesn’t know exactly how long he’s been out here; whenever he works on art, he goes off into a world of his own, with no regard for passing time, and with the outside world completely unable to reach him. As he comes back to reality, it suddenly occurs to him that he must have been gone for quite a while, if the sudden and strong pressure in his bladder is anything to go off of. Whimpering, Ignatz realizes that he must have been really entranced in his work to not notice that need creeping up on him, and he whimpers, squirming as he stands up.
This is really bad- the pressure only gets worse when he stands, and it took him quite some time to get all the way out here. He’s got a long walk ahead of him to reach the monastery again, which will be very uncomfortable with how full his bladder is, and perhaps even impossible to manage without relieving himself between now and then. Maybe he should take care of this before he even starts, to save himself the discomfort…
“Ignatz! There you are!” He’s let himself get lost in thought again, and didn’t even notice someone approaching him, so he jumps a little bit when he hears her voice. Honestly, he’s surprised he doesn’t leak and thanks his lucky stars that he doesn’t.
“O-oh, hello, professor,” he says, a little guiltily. “Were you...looking for me?”
“I just wanted to make sure that you got back safely. I know you headed in this direction earlier, but it’s been a long time, so I came looking for you,” Byleth says, closing the remaining distance between him. He squirms in place, afraid she can immediately see through him and sense his need, but of course that’s a ridiculous idea.
“Right, I...I was just finishing up, but thank you for worrying about me,” he says, blushing even though there’s nothing to be embarrassed about.
“You sure came a long way out here. I was worried I wouldn’t be able to find you at all. Are you ready to head back, or were you going to stay here a little longer? I don’t mind waiting,” she says.
Internally, Ignatz is panicking. He doesn’t want her to know how desperate he’s gotten out here, and he doesn’t want her to think he isn’t mature enough when to go to the bathroom, or to make remarks about his painting getting in the way of his basic needs. That, and the idea of telling her that he feels on the verge of wetting himself is one of the most humiliating things he can imagine.
“I’m ready to head back,” he finally says. Though he isn’t sure if making it back to the monastery is a possibility, hanging out here longer will only make the situation worse. He doesn’t want to tell her just how badly he has to go, but if he gets too bad, then he’s going to have to ask her to stop for a moment, so that he can take off and disappear behind a tree, but just thinking about that causes him to blush.
“Alright, let’s go!” And with that, Byleth begins leading him back to the monastery, and he follows behind her, trying to keep his steps steady. It’s hard to walk with how full his bladder feels, and each step jostles him so that he is nervous about potentially leaking. Much of their walk is spent in silence, which allows him time to concentrate on holding back, but he wonders again and again if now is the right time to ask for a break.
Every time he feels another sharp pain, he tells himself that it doesn’t matter how embarrassing it is to ask for a break, he has to do it now , before things get worse, but then he finds he can’t speak. Just when he thinks he’s made up his mind to speak up about it, he falters, wondering if it’s really that bad, if he can’t make it just a little bit longer. But the monastery is so far off in the distance, and even then, there’s the matter of actually making it somewhere once they’re back in the gates…
The fact of the matter is, Ignatz knows that he isn’t going to make it that long. He knows that, but that isn’t enough to encourage him to speak up. Byleth walks on, oblivious to Ignatz stumbling behind her, struggling to keep up the pace as he struggles against his bladder, and he completely freezes when he feels himself leak. One quick spurt escapes, and he has to stop in his tracks just to make sure that that is all it is.
No, no, not yet! He panics, and knows that this is nearly the end for him. Now is the time to make his excuses, before it’s too late, but he stands still, hesitating even now. Byleth stops and turns around, noticing that he isn’t following her anymore.
“Ignatz? Is something wrong?” she asks.
Tell her, just tell her you need to…
“I-it’s nothing, I’m just…” He doesn’t even have an excuse ready; he can’t even think straight. Another spurt surprises him, and he whimpers, squeezing his thighs together. Byleth’s eyes widen, and he feels his face going red. Why did he let it get this bad? He had plenty of opportunities to avoid this situation, and yet…
“Ignatz, are you…” she starts, trailing off, and before she can finish her sentence, his knees buckle and he tries to fight off another leak and fails. Except it doesn’t stop there, and before he can stop it, he’s completely lost control.
Byleth watches him wet himself, her eyes still wide, and Ignatz feels tears welling up. Never in his life has he felt so humiliated, and of all the people to witness something like this, Byleth is one of the last people he would have wanted. Of course, he knows he never had a chance with her before, but even if he had, he’s certainly ruined it now.
Why, why, why didn’t he just tell her what the problem was so he could take care of it? She wouldn’t have made fun of him or judged him for it, she of all people wouldn’t have blamed his painting, she would have understood that he simply came out too far. It’s his own fault that this happened, and if he weren’t so indecisive, if he weren’t so stupid …
“I-I’m sorry,” he whimpers, once it’s over. That’s the only thing he can think to say, and now he has to walk back with her in wet pants, with her having witnessed him piss himself. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”
“Is that what the problem was?” she asks in a soft voice. She’s going to comfort him and pity him, and that will only make him feel worse. He doesn’t want her to keep seeing him as a child, but this will ensure that that is all she ever thinks of him.
“I’m really sorry!” he says, apologizing again because that’s all he can do. “I-I was just trying to...I mean, I thought I could...I should have just…”
She steps closer to him, closing the distance between them, and before he can think to move back, she has pulled him into a hug, not seeming to mind that she might get wet. Now, he’s torn, because he still doesn’t want her treating him like a child, but there is a part of him that is happy to be this close to her. Even knowing how terrible the circumstances are, getting a huge from Byleth…
“You don’t have to be sorry, it’s alright,” she says.
“No, I...I shouldn’t have done that, you don’t have pretend like it’s alright. Wh-whether you’re comforting me like a child, or scolding me like a child, it doesn’t change-”
Ignatz is not able to finish his sentence because Byleth pulls back from the hug and kisses him, just like that, like it’s nothing. After he’s fantasized about this and written it off as impossible, she goes for it at a time when it seems most impossible of all, and Ignatz cannot wrap his head around it at all. In fact, he is so stunned that he can’t even bring himself to return her kiss.
She lingers with her lips against his for a moment, before pulling back and saying, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that, should I?”
“I-it’s not that,” he stammers, surprised that he can even speak. “I just didn’t expect…”
“You just looked so sad, and so cute, and I wanted to make you feel better…”
“C-cute?!”
“It’s nothing, I just…” When he really looks at her, he thinks that she might be blushing, something that he’s never seen her do before. Could it be that Byleth isn’t completely repulsed by him now? Could it be that she might feel the same about him, and this didn’t detract from that?
Could it be that this even...no, that’s a bit too ridiculous of an idea for Ignatz to entertain, but still…
“I can help you,” she finally says, and when he asks her what she means, she replies, “I’m sure you don’t want anyone else to find out what happened, but it might be a little obvious now. There has to be a stream near here, I think I remember hearing one a little while back. I know it would take us a little longer to get back, and we would be completely soaked, but at least then, you could hide it?”
“Professor…” He’s touched by her efforts to help him, and though he wishes that he had just had the nerve to speak up about his problem, he can’t deny that he feels closer to her now than he ever has in the past. Perhaps this has led to a positive turning point in their relationship, but only time will tell. “Alright, let’s do that!”
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A/N: Another old one I wrote for kinktober, for watersports day.
Linhardt is refusing to get out of bed, as he so often does, something that Byleth has just had to get used to. Usually, he is a bad influence, keeping her in bed longer as a result, since he doesn’t want her to leave without him, but won’t actually get up for himself. Usually, he just ends up sleeping even longer, but today, he’s oddly restless, shifting his position and fidgeting so much that she doubts he’ll be drifting off any time soon.
It’s hard to imagine that he just isn’t tired for once, but she doesn’t know why else he would be so restless. In that case, he should be ready to get up for the day, and so she says, “Are you finally giving up on sleep?”
“What? Not at all,” he replies. “It’s still way too early to get up, you know that.”
She doesn’t bother telling him that it’s nearly afternoon, and instead says, “Then why aren’t you asleep?”
“Because,” he replies, sounding painfully exasperated, “my body isn’t letting me fall asleep. You know the predicament, you don’t want to get up to pee because you’re comfortable and want to sleep, but you can’t sleep because you have to pee.”
He says it so casually, so bluntly, that Byleth starts. It’s not like he has anything to be ashamed of, considering he’s alone with his wife, but still...to just come out and say it like that...but, then again, he doesn’t have any reason to think anything of it. After all, he doesn’t have any idea that she likes that.
She knows that it must be unusual for her to like that sort of thing, which is why she hasn’t brought it up to Linhardt. It took her some time to even piece her feelings together and understand that it was sexual for her, and even though they’re married and he’s the person she’s closest to out of anyone, she hasn’t felt ready to tell him yet, and had, at times, thought it might not be necessary to tell him at all. But now, it all becomes obvious to her. He’s been shifting and squirming because of that , laying next to her and deliberately not relieving himself because he’s feeling lazy, and now she has no hope of relaxing.
She has a million questions that she won’t be able to bring herself to ask; how long has he needed to go, how long will he keep putting it off, how does it feel, does it hurt, and so on and so forth, but she holds her tongue and says nothing. Really, she should scold him for his laziness and make him get up, but she can’t bring herself to do that, either. She remains silent, until Linhardt speaks up again.
“What, no comment?” he asks. “I thought for sure you’d get on my case about that one, but…” He trails off, and he is acutely aware of his eyes on her, and he has that look that he gets when he’s analyzing something. It looks like hiding it won’t be an option anymore, because she knows that Linhardt will not stop until he gets to the bottom of things.
After a moment, he smiles and says, “Well, I know why you’re not able to sleep.”
“What do you mean?” she asks, hoping that she can feign innocence.
“You know I can tell when you’re turned on by now, so you don’t have to play dumb,” he says. “Your breathing is a little off and your flushed, just like you always are whenever...well, you know. Hardly a convenient time for me to do anything about that, though.”
“I wasn’t going to ask you to…”
“Oh, you weren’t? That’s interesting...then maybe that’s because…” She wishes that he would stop looking at her like that, stop searching her face for answers, because she doesn’t know what to do to hide them, and it seems he can always read her like a book, no matter how she tries to conceal anything. Interesting how he can do that, when most struggle to understand how she’s feeling based on her expression, but he is Linhardt and they do spend a lot of time together, so it makes sense.
“I didn’t know you had any fetishes,” he finally says, and she stiffens completely, causing him to grin. “Ah, so that is it. You didn’t have to be shy about it. I guess that one is a weird one, but why should I complain? It’s something we’ve never done before, and it doesn’t even take that much work on my part. I’m actually curious to see what happens if you get to live that fantasy out now. So, how would you like to do it?”
Byleth is completely stunned into silence by his words. Rather than taking any time to question it, or ask him why on earth she’s into something like that, he’s already moved on to figuring out how he’s going to satisfy that desire. And, no matter how she tries, she can’t wrap her mind around that, and finds herself unable to respond. Linhardt waits for her a moment before squirming, a look of discomfort crossing his face.
“Not to rush you or anything, but if you don’t decide soon then I don’t think you’ll have much of a choice,” he says. “I don’t know how much longer I can last.”
Snapping out of her thoughts, she decides it’s best to just go with it now, and ask questions later. “I...you can just hold me. And then, um.”
“I see what you mean,” he replies with a nod, and moves closer to her, pulling her into an embrace. Byleth’s heart is racing, especially as he pushes close against her, with one of her legs pressed directly between his.
“Alright, and here we...go…” he says with a sigh, relaxing. There is a brief delay after his words, and then she feels it, a warmth spreading along her leg, until it’s coming out full force. Her leg is soaked as Linhardt empties his bladder, and it soaks into the sheets beneath them, and Byleth is completely enraptured as she allows her husband to piss on her.
After having a secret fascination with the idea, she never expected it to happen, and now it’s happening, and she can hardly breathe, more turned on than she’s ever been in her life. It goes on for quite some time, and she wonders just how full Linhardt was, no wonder he couldn’t sleep like that , until it slows to a stop and he sighs again.
“That’s much better,” he says, “and it seems you liked it too. That’ll definitely be something worth looking into again, don’t you think?”
“I...I...yes, definitely,” she agrees, speechless.
“Now I just need to finish taking care of you, and then I can finally get back to sleep!” he declares with a satisfied smile.
“Not exactly,” she replies.
“Oh? Why not?” he asks, but before she can answer, realization dawns on him and he groans. They’ll have to change and clean the sheets, so he will have no choice but to get out of bed for the day.
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A/N: This was originally written for a commission, mildly dubious content with Byleth making her students hold it all through class and then pee on her, so consider yourself properly warned.
Annette is the first one to bring something up, when class has gone on just a bit longer than it normally does. It’s been a particularly rough lesson, not only for her, but for the rest of her classmates, and everyone was looking forward to the end of it. However, past the normal time, Byleth is still lecturing, and doesn’t seem to be nearing a stopping point any time soon.
Annette’s hand shoots up, and Byleth, barely even looking at her, says, “Please hold all questions until the end of the lecture. Write it down if you’re worried you might forget it.”
“But, professor, it’s not-”
“End of the lecture, Annette,” she replies, and Annette whimpers.
“But, professor …”
“Annette.” She only says the girl’s name, but the warning in her tone is obvious, and Annette slumps down, defeated. Professor Byleth is overall not nearly as scary as her empty expression first suggested, and even with her fearsome reputation as a mercenary, she’s usually fairly easy to get along with. Still, when she gets that look in her eyes, her students know better than to argue with her.
“It’ll be alright,” Mercedes says in a soft voice, low enough that Byleth doesn’t seem to notice, or at least doesn’t tell her to quiet down.
Annette whimpers again, shifting in her seat. She certainly hopes so, but what if it isn’t? The fact of the matter is, she realized that she needed to pee not ten minutes after sitting down at the beginning of class, and she’s worried about whether or not she’ll make it sense then. She has a notoriously small bladder, and a bad habit of getting distracted by other things, forgetting to relieve herself until it’s nearly too late, but this is different.
The need really did seem to come on out of nowhere, and she doesn’t think she’s the only one struggling with that. For one thing, there’s the way Mercedes seems to know what her problem is almost immediately, which she would ordinarily write off on Mercedes knowing her so well, but her desk partner hasn’t been sitting still for a while either, and occasionally, a pained expression will cross her normally serene face.
It isn’t just Mercedes, either. Of the three other pairs of students, Annette has seen signs coming from each of the desks. Ashe is more fidgety than usual, and Felix is more irritable than usual, struggling to focus; Ingrid has gone stiff, her hand shaking as she takes notes, and Sylvain hasn’t had nearly as many outbursts as usual. Dimitri and Dedue are both hard to read for completely different reasons, but Dimitri has shifted from time to time, which is enough to tip Annette off. Even if Dedue is doing just fine, that’s just one student out of eight, and she wonders why Byleth is still going on today of all days.
Whatever the case, Annette is starting to get really nervous. If she can’t ask to be excused, then how is she supposed to take care of this? Unless the lecture ends soon, she doesn’t think she’ll be able to hold it until the end, and she grinds down against her seat, gritting her teeth as she fights off a harsh wave of desperation. Maybe she should try to ask again in a minute…
Ingrid has barely heard a word Byleth has said in some time now, and most of her notes make absolutely no sense to her when she looks back at them. This hasn’t ever happened to her, not since she’s become a student. She manages her time very well, and even with her tendency to over-indulge during meals, she’s never been in a situation where she had too much to drink without making sure she relieved herself at an appropriate time before long commitments.
But now she’s sitting in the middle of class, her bladder so full that she can’t concentrate on anything else. She’s vaguely aware of Annette trying to ask something, only to get shot down, and she feels for her, but even if Byleth had allowed her to leave, Ingrid isn’t sure if she would have been able to ask for a break as well. Though she knows an accident at this age would be more damaging to her pride than just asking, the idea of actually asking, especially when she has someone like Sylvain sitting at her side, is too much.
But then, would Sylvain really have anything to say about it? Normally, he’s hard to quiet down during class, and whenever she has the misfortune of sitting next to him, he’ll whisper to her, making jokes and doing everything he can to get a reaction out of her, until she finally elbows him hard and they both get scolded for their outbursts. Today, he is eerily quiet, and Ingrid has begun to suspect that he’s plagued by a similar predicament.
And, so far, that has been the only thing that she can think about besides her own predicament. Though the lecture is completely lost on her, she catches herself looking at Sylvain time again, just to see the uncomfortable expression that occasionally crosses his handsome face. Why she’s doing that, she has absolutely no idea…
Ashe is surprised that Felix hasn’t snapped at him for this yet. He doesn’t want to be a distraction, but he really can’t help it at this point. Though he’s done his best to focus on the lecture and ignore the growing pressure just below his stomach, it’s past the point where that’s possible, and though he doesn’t want to do anything to disturb others, he can’t imagine that the way he’s shaking and bouncing his legs hasn’t disturbed Felix by now.
It’s actually a shock that Felix hasn’t snapped at him to cut it out by now; normally, he has no issue with telling people exactly how he feels when they’re annoying him. There’s no way he hasn’t noticed, especially when Ashe will suddenly sharply inhale, a harsh pang nearly causing him to leak a little bit. The only thing that Felix does is occasionally grimace, fidgeting just enough that Ashe begins to wonder if he might not be suffering from the same problem.
It’s hard to imagine Felix, strong and aloof Felix, squirming his way through class with a full bladder, but when Ashe isn’t focusing on his problem, he’s noticing little tells from the other boy, and that’s the only real explanation for why he hasn’t told Ashe to sit still and be quiet yet. He’s either sympathetic due to a similar plight, or too focused on his own plight to even notice. Ashe would probably assume the latter, considering Felix doesn’t seem much like the sympathetic type.
I can do this , he tells himself, repeating it in his head like a mantra, until he nearly leaks again, and it quickly turns to, I can’t do this, I can’t do this, I really can’t do this! But the professor said no interruptions…
Mercedes wonders if Byleth realizes why Annette tried so frantically to get her attention, if she realizes that it wasn’t a question after all. She wants to believe that Byleth has lost herself in her lecture so much that she doesn’t notice anything going on in the class, and doesn’t even realize that she’s gone over so much, because that would make more sense than her knowing, and choosing to ignore it.
The professor may be strange, but she’s never been cruel, at least not to her students. It’s hard to imagine her purposefully letting any of them suffer for no reason other than not wanting to pause her lecture, but as it is, several of them are suffering. Mercedes is included in that bunch, but she would much rather worry about the others making it before she worried about her own predicament.
But her own bladder has been protesting for quite some time now, and she hates to admit it, but she isn’t sure how much longer she can last like this. Annette has been squirming nonstop for several minutes now, probably at her absolute limit, but she isn’t the only one who seems near the edge of defeat, and Mercedes can’t even attempt to ignore the pressure, biting her lip and looking down at her desk. Perhaps she shouldn’t have indulged in so much tea with her cakes this afternoon…
But even so, she knows that she would gladly let anyone go in front of her if she had the option, even if it meant pushing herself too far. At the very least, it wouldn’t be the first time, she was pushed beyond her limits, but that comes with the territory of being as scatterbrained as she is.
While Mercedes is busy worrying herself over the condition of the rest of her class, Dedue is spending his time worrying over the young man next to him. Dimitri would never admit to him that he’s getting desperate, and would never want Dedue to worry about it, but it’s so obvious now that Dedue can’t ignore it, and can’t help but worry about it. He knows that their other classmates are struggling as well, while the professor insists that class must press on, but if it gets past a point that Dimitri can manage, Dedue might have to do something about that.
It would humiliate his liege to have his needs brought to everyone’s attention like that, and he would say that Dedue needn’t worry himself over it, that Dimitri can handle it himself and that he shouldn’t disrupt class, but he isn’t going to let him suffer in silence like that. If she forces class to go on too much longer, he will have no choice but to remove Dimitri from the situation, no matter what that involves.
He hopes that it won’t come to that, not only for Dimitri’s sake, but for the sake of the others, even if they are secondary to him. Annette is in terrible shape right now, and Ashe looks so panicked one would think he’d seen a ghost. And, though he’s trying not to think about it, Dedue feels just the slightest twinge in his own bladder. Nothing that he can’t ignore for a long while yet, but if everyone else were able to take care of their own needs, there would be no point in putting it off for himself.
Byleth continues to play dumb, trying to hide her own excitement from her students. It’s been too easy, getting them to this point, and now her planning and effort has almost paid off. Everyone’s always so eager for tea with her, and the diuretic properties of the tea alone is enough to cause some discomfort during class, but pair that with some additional diuretics- she reminds herself to thank Claude later, both for providing and for not asking why - and none of them have a chance.
Her class is close in a strange way, and she’s close to them in a way that goes far beyond what is professional. Even knowing that that is wrong, she can’t bring herself to care, and goes through with her plan anyway. Byleth has lived a life of seclusion, and after being brought into society at the monastery, she found her unusual interests coming to the surface, urging her forward, past where most others would surely stop.
She doesn’t know why she likes to watch her students squirm like this, but she does, and she wants to push them to the point that they are so desperate, they won’t listen to their inhibitions. Once they’re past that point, it will be easy for the nine of them- and oh, she likes the sound of that - to truly move forward. Perhaps then, events like this can become more commonplace, and something that everyone willingly participates in.
The only one who seems like they could make it far beyond the others is Dedue, but she supposes that there’s nothing to be done about that. Either way, she’s sure he would still appreciate the chance at relief, even if his need isn’t nearly so great as some of the other students.
Truthfully, Byleth wouldn’t mind pushing it a little bit farther, just to see everyone squirm a bit more, just to see if she could get Dedue to squirm, but there are some who seem ready to crack at any second- Annette and Ashe, in particular- and likely wouldn’t last that long. She has to do this now, before they’re out of the running.
“And that concludes this lecture,” she says, a thrill going through her when she hears a rather loud sigh of relief. “Before you leave, there’s one final assignment I want you all to complete.” Following that, a groan.
“Professor, I really-” Annette starts, but she interrupts her before she can finish her sentence.
“I’m aware that you all need to relieve yourselves, and rather desperately, in most of your cases,” she says, and she is rewarded with more than a few heavy blushes. “I’ve known the whole time, so I’m sure you’re all very frustrated with me. In fact, some of you might even want to get back at me for that. Am I right?”
“What are you getting at?” Felix snaps, and it’s so cute to see him coming so close to completely losing control. She knew it would be particularly hard on him and his pride.
“If you all want to complete this assignment, all you have to do is exactly what you want to do most right now,” she explains. “The catch is, you can’t leave this room, so what option does that leave you? I’m sure you all could think of more than a few, but the one that will get you the points you need to pass this assignment is to use your professor.”
A shocked silence descends over the room as the eight students try to process exactly what it is that she’s just said. The first to react is Sylvain, who says, “You can’t seriously be saying what it sounds like, right?” There’s a confused smile on his face that fades to a grimace as he fights off a harsh pang from his bladder.
“It’s exactly that,” Byleth says. “Now, I’ll sit right here at the front of the classroom, and you can come up in any to order to complete your assignment.” And, true to her word, she sits down with her back against the wall, watching her students process this.
On the verge of wetting herself, her judgment completely clouded by her overwhelming need, Annette hops up, bolting to the front of the room with her hands jammed between her legs. Mercedes follows close behind her, a concerned look on her face.
Annette stops just short of Byleth, her face going red as she says, “I-I don’t know if I can do this! Everyone’s watching, and it’s weird, a-and I…”
“Do you remember when we got lost in the forest?” asks Mercedes, stepping up beside her friend.
“Y-you mean at our old school, when we had to look for the potion ingredients?” Annette’s eyes widen. “Mercie…?”
“Just like back then. I’m right here for you,” she says, and with that, she hikes up her long skirt to pull down her underwear, squatting over one of Byleth’s legs. She offers a hand, and Annette hesitates for only a moment before squeaking, reminded of how pressing her predicament is, and she does the same.
The two of them hold hands as they slowly relax, a look of overwhelming relief on their faces as they let go, hot piss gushing out of them onto each of Byleth’s legs, and it’s all their professor can do to keep from moaning. As for the girls, they show less restraint, both soon letting out moans of relief, until they finish up. Now, there seems to be less shame in Annette’s face, and instead, she fights a smile as she and Mercedes stand up, stepping aside to straighten their clothes.
“This is ridiculous,” Felix mutters, stepping up by himself. “I can’t believe you’re all just going along with it, but fine.” He uses his bravado to cover up his desperation, but Byleth can tell that he’s only hurrying up to her because watching his classmates relieve themselves has only pushed him closer to his own limit.
He glares down at her as he pulls out his cock, and wastes no time in aiming directly for her face as he lets loose. Felix groans as he pisses on his professor, and Byleth can’t help but open her mouth a little bit. After he’s done, Sylvain takes the cue to go next, dragging a protesting Ingrid with him.
“Come on,” he says, “I can tell you’re at your limit.”
Ingrid’s eyes widen and she elbows him hard for his comment. This has a less than ideal affect on Sylvain, who nearly doubles over, and has to grab himself through his pants for a moment before he can regain his composure. He looks back up with a pained smile and mumbles, “Okay, fine, me first, then.”
Ingrid’s face is scarlet as she hangs back, staring as Sylvain follows Felix’s example, though he seems more intent on aiming his stream at Byleth’s chest. He sighs rather loudly when he’s done, chuckling as he says, “That was a really close call. Alright, you’re up, Ingrid!”
Ingrid still seems reluctant, and doesn’t make eye contact with Sylvain or Byleth or anyone as she quietly comes up to get it over with. Byleth is surprised that simply hikes up her skirt and pulls her underwear to the side, using her hand to properly aim her stream somewhere around Byleth’s lap. Well, she did grow up surrounded by a lot of boys, so maybe she had to pick up a few tricks along the way.
Byleth is surprised that Ashe has lasted this long, but his shyness can no longer win out over his overwhelming need to relieve himself. He scrambles to the front of the room before it’s too late, paying no mind to where he aims on Byleth, and she has become just shameless enough to crane her neck, her lips parted so that she can catch some in her mouth.
While Ashe is finishing up, Dimitri and Dedue hang back slightly behind him, with Dimitri still seeming hesitant. He takes a few slow steps forward as Ashe moves out of the way, with Dedue following close behind him. For a moment, he looks ready to question her, but she looks up at him, already thoroughly drenched by his classmates, and gives him a reassuring look.
Dimitri doesn’t hesitate after that, and Dedue is at his side, following him to the very end. The two of them help in soaking her chest and stomach, and she can’t help but notice that Dedue goes on for just as long as Dimitri, despite showing few outward signs of discomfort. She hopes that she will have a chance to test his limits someday.
~X~
Cleanup is done by herself, and nothing else is spoken of the incident as her students shuffle out of the classroom. There’s no real way of telling what’s going through their minds, until they all show up to class the next day, fidgeting and uncomfortable, and she knows for a fact that none of them were given any diuretics.
Seems things turned out just the way she wanted.
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This story is based on a true event of some years ago when I was driving a 38 tonne articulated truck (a semi for our American friends) as an owner operator and travelled over much of Europe. This particular stretch of road has places exactly as described here and on one occasion I enjoyed this very experience. Sadly however, there was no Helene, or Avril, or Marie to join me.
A French Tale
Part One
Afternoon by the River
Jacques and Helene had spent a long weekend in Milan and were travelling home to Grenoble on the Monday afternoon. It was a beautiful June day in Milan when they left their hotel that morning and as the weather promised a clear day they decided to take the old road over Mont Cenis pass instead of going via the Frejus tunnel. They were looking forward to a pleasant drive over the Col de Mont Cenis as they crossed back into France. James had the roof down on their Merc and the sky was cloudless as they made the long climb up from the Italian side. It seemed as if they were climbing for ever as the road continued to stretch before them or vanished around another hairpin bend on its way to the top. They had planned to stop for lunch overlooking the lake on the top of the pass and they had a picnic basket with a few nice things including a bottle of Chianti to go with the cheese and pastries they had packed. Unfortunately, even though the sun was shining and the last of the snow on the mountain had finally gone, the air was still a little chilly on the top, only to be expected at an altitude of a little over 2,000 metres. So, having stopped to admire the view they decided to carry on down the French side until it got a little warmer and have lunch then.
After about an hour or so driving, the River Isere could be seen on their right and from time to time it came close to the road as it followed the valley down. Jacques suggested that they should stop where there was a place to pull over and take the picnic basket a few metres away to the river and enjoy their lunch by the riverside. At this point the river was running through a scattering of rounded rocks of all sizes from football size to the size of a small car. The river was not in flood today although it looked as if it would be dangerous when it was. Now though It clearly wasn’t a threat and looked to be a very inviting spot to spend lunchtime. They soon came to a parking place and stopped, the river wasn’t that far away at that point, less than twenty metres.
The temperature was much warmer at this lower altitude and Jacques said that he would like to have a dip in the river. Helene warned that even though the air was warmer the river would probably be icy cold coming from the top of the mountains but Jacques still said that it sounded good to him as he unloaded the picnic basket and a towel from the boot of the car. Helene said, ‘I need to pee, will you hurry up and I can go near the river’. Jacques looked at her for a few moment then said, ‘why don’t you do it in your pants here, there’s no one else parked and then you can wash your pants and knickers in the river, they will dry in no time in this sun’. ‘I can’t do that’, said Helene, ‘all the people in the passing cars will see me’. ‘I thought you liked to be daring’, said Jacques, ‘what’s more daring than wetting yourself on the side of the road where people can see you? They have no idea who we are and we will never see them again’. Helene considered his logic for a moment and the idea did appeal to her she had to admit. The thought of just standing beside the car and wetting her knickers and pants was turning her on quite a bit. She was wearing a short, white cotton top with no bra, dusty pink full knickers and thin white cotton trousers and Jacques was right she thought, they would dry in a very short time in the sun. ‘OK!’ She said, ‘I’ll do it if you will’. Jacques looked down at his denim shorts which reached just below the knee and thought that they would take a while to dry but said, ‘alright, you’re on!’ With that he turned to face the passing traffic as if just watching the cars go by and started. Helene saw him dribbling into the crotch of his shorts at first then saw him completely flood them as he reached full flow. The pee ran down his legs to form a puddle on the floor and it was definitely obvious that he had just wet himself, the front of his shorts were very much darker than the rest of them and the wet area was clearly showing. He turned to Helene and said, ‘Your turn, I’ll take a video for our collection’. He reached for his phone and said, ‘When you are ready’.
Helene was getting quite desperate by this time but it still took her a few moments to start because she knew that the passers by would be able to see and although the daring of that excited her she was a little embarrassed by it as well. She started to pee and immediately felt it start to wet the crotch of her panties then trickle hotly down the inside of her thighs. She could see Jacques taking the video with his phone and completely relaxed feeling her legs get wetter by the second as she let go. Her cotton trousers were soaked in a moment and being as thin as they were they held nothing so her sandals were soaked as well and a puddle began to take shape at her feet until it started to run away down the parking place. She could feel that her bottom was wet quite a way up towards the waistband as the thin cotton had spread the wetness faster than it could be soaked up. Jacques moved a little closer to her and said, ‘face me full on’. She made sure she was directly facing him then realised that he had manipulated the positioning so that her bum was now fully facing the passing cars and that they would be able to see her wet bottom. Helene smiled to herself but said nothing and started to form a plan in her mind to get him back. ‘Turn around’, he said ‘let me get the back view’. Helene turned her back to him and as she did so one of the passing cars tooted the horn and a couple of girls waved from the car. She felt herself go beetroot red but thought, ‘what the hell!’ and waved back.
Jacques stopped the video and said, ‘you want to see?’ Together they watched the clip on his phone and when Helene saw the part that showed the back view she gasped and said, ‘My God! My pants are almost transparent, you can see my pink knickers as clear as day! No wonder those girls tooted and waved.’ She was even more determined then to get her own back. They stood with the car between them and the road and Jacques took her in his arms and kissed her and as he did so he held her wet bum with both hands and said, ‘let’s go have lunch’.
Together they made their way to the river’s edge and found that it was everything they had expected. The water was clear (and cold as Helene had suspected) but there were lots of places where they could get among the large rounded rocks and enjoy their lunch with the river rushing by a couple of metres away. Jacques wedged the bottle of Chianti securely in the water between a couple of rocks, turned to Helene and said,’ Shall we get those wet knickers off’. They both got into the water with their clothes on and as Helene had predicted it was like liquid ice but pleasant enough considering how hot the day was. They didn’t spend much time in the water though and they were glad to get back onto the rocks which were warm from the sun. They stripped off their wet clothes and Helene placed them on the rocks in the full heat of the sun and they sat completely naked, soaking up the sunshine, and ate their lunch. By the time they had finished lunch, and most of the wine, their clothes were dry and Helene picked up her white cotton pants and started to put them on saying, ‘I’ll travel home commando. Would you like that?’ She stuffed her pink knickers into the picnic basket as Jacques said, ‘I love you wearing no knickers, pass me my shorts would you please.’ As Helene passed the shorts over she dropped them and they landed straight into the river again and were soaked in an instant. ‘I’m sorry love,’ she said. As she retrieved them, thinking that the first part of her plan had gone like clockwork. Jacques, on the other hand suspected nothing and just said, ‘what am I going to do now?’ Helene, although she knew that he had a spare pair of shorts I the car said, ‘consider it an omen, I’m going commando and you did make me show my wet bum to the passing cars, I think you should drive home without them!’ He said, ‘what about when we pass a truck or worse, a bus, they will be able to see me driving naked!’ Helene laughed and said, ‘Don’t worry, I’ll keep the towel on my lap and pass it to you when you really need it.’
Jacques agreed to that and they were soon in the car and heading down the valley again. Helene, as good as her word, kept their towel on her lap in readiness. The passed a few trucks and Helene passed the towel to Jacques who draped it across his lap so that the drivers couldn’t see his naked prick. He seemed to get into the swing of it after a while and even admitted to Helene that he found it exciting knowing that he was driving completely naked. At one point they came up behind a tour bus and Jacques was looking for a chance to pass it. There were a couple of opportunities but Jacques was a careful driver and waited for a safer place. He signalled, pulled out and started to accelerate just as Helene’s mobile began to ring. In her haste to answer the phone and pass Jacques the towel she dropped the towel on the floor by her feet. ‘Helene !’ Shouted Jacques, ‘quick, the towel’, as he tried to concentrate on his driving as well as get covered up. By the time Helene had managed to pass him the towel they had almost passed the bus and a lot of the passengers on the bus had seen him. Jacques was not happy and accused her of delaying on purpose, Helene on the other hand felt she had played her part brilliantly and denied all intention as she apologised profusely but the passengers had still seen him! Jacques soon softened and let it go laughing it off and saying, ‘I don’t suppose that’s the first naked guy they have seen’.
A few kilometres further on they saw a car with hazard lights flashing. It was a sporty looking car with two girls standing beside it on the safe side. As they passed, Helene said, ‘Jacques, That’s the two girls who tooted me at lunchtime I wonder if they are ok?’ Jacques said, ‘You want to go back?’ ‘Shall we’, said Helene, ‘it’s getting late and everything will be closed now so maybe we should’. Jacques turned the car around and they went back but as they drove the short distance back to the girls’ car Jacques said, ‘I’ve no shorts on still’. Thinking quickly, Helene replied, ‘don’t worry, you stay in the car, I’ll get out and throw you a spare pair of shorts from the case and you can slip them on and then join me’. It turned out that the two girls had broken down and were waiting for the breakdown truck to arrive which was going to tow them to a local garage. One of the girls (Avril they later discovered) asked, ‘didn’t we see you a while back along the road near the river?’ Helene blushed deep red again and said, ‘yes, we were stopping for lunch’. ‘And showing a pair of wet pants at the same time,’ said Avril and smiled looking down at the front of Helene’s trousers. ‘Don’t be embarrassed about it’, said the other girl (Marie), ‘we have been there a couple of times too’. Helene took a moment to look down at her trousers and noticed that the material was so thin you could actually see the outline of her dark bush, something Avril had clearly noticed as well.
It turned out that Avril and Marie lived just outside Grenoble only a few kilometres from Helene and Jacques so they offered them a lift home. ‘Thank you so much’, said Avril, ‘I could do with getting home soon I’m desperate to pee now and there’s nowhere here on the side of the road in view of all the passing cars.’ Helene laughed and said, ‘It didn’t stop me earlier as you saw!’ A naughty glint appeared in Avril’s eye as she said, ‘Very true, I might not be able to wait anyway’. The unmistakable smell of hot pee arose from Avril’s jeans as she just let go standing there, creating a puddle on the floor. On the way home all four of them opened up a little more about their wetting experiences and agreed to meet up in the near future for a proper evening out together. But that, as they say, is another story.
© Roger Ireland July 2020 |
Neko 25 year old woke up in underwear ( that is pajamas ) because the sunlight that caught her eyes through the window of her room. Come downstairs to take a shower, eat her toast and black coffee, finish her breakfast and dress up the office uniform and drive to the office. She arrived at the office'good morning Neko-san 'The staff there respected Neko because of her position as the CEO of this office.Neko accepted the respect from the staff and went to the office on the 30th floor. Neko arranges another cold water and sits at her desk ' This is the document you will need to clear today. ' and a secretary comes to give her the documents she has to clear today.The coolness of the air conditioner and the morning air made Neko work comfortably, without any problems.
The first file, the second file that Neko can clear the document with a glass of cold water. She can pass it easily.Until some time passed, Neko began to be pressured into the bladder, causing her to realize that she had forgotten to go to the bathroom in the morning. Neko began to move her thighs around to hold it because she wanted to clear the document and she would use the bathroom without going back to her desk again.The time passed to almost noon. The third file she was cleared was taking a long time because of the pressure from her bladder and the number of documents she had to clear more than she thought. Neko began to squeeze her thighs instead of moving her thighs so she can concentrate more on her work.
' Arrrrr ' After passing the lunch break, Neko needs to take a break and go to the bathroom and go to eat lunch at the same time.In the moment that the bathroom door was opened, an insect with tentacles moved very fast, moving towards her. 'Ahhhhhhhhhh! 'Neko was extremely shocked and closed the door with her whole strength, ignoring what the door would be like and retreated a few steps away from the bathroom door.It is the insect that her hate the most since her were born. It is like a rival since her's last life.' c…. cockroach ' Neko is short of breath and tries to gather her mind. She squeezed her thighs stronger because that shock caused her to leaked a bit and thought about 'what to do, the room she wanted in front of her, but there was a hindrance' Neko didn't dare to go to this bathroom and decided to go to the toilet at the food court,
Neko went down the elevator, where she bounced back and forth in the lift and squeezed her thighs to the food court but the problem arose again. The line that awaits the bathroom is long until the entrance to the bathroom.So Neko changed the plan to have lunch first and waited for the line to drop. 'Ah, I can do it I can do it. ' Neko put her hand between her legs and squeezed her thighs and moved her thighs alternately and quickly handled the curry but the rice curry her eat is quite spicy, so her need to eat cold water to quench the spiciness. What Neko did was wrong. The coldness from the water she drank through her bladder made it more stimulating.' Ah! ' Neko leaks again, causing the dark spots on her jeans to appear. She rushed to the bathroom, but the waiting line to go to the bathroom was still no longer different from her. Neko leaked again and the dark spot where her jeans slightly expanded. Neko couldn't hold it for that long, so she ran to the office and hoped that the cockroaches would disappear.
' Hurry or else I'll piss myself. ' Neko waits in the elevator alone and crosses her legs back and forth and leaks a little more. The dark spots expand again. 28th floor, 29th floor, *Ding*, Neko arrived at the floor where she worked, and she rushed to the office At this time, warm liquid is dripping on the floor that she ran past. Neko opened the door of the office, now a warm liquid came out and a dark spot spread on her legs. Neko didn't have time to close the bathroom door and she rushed to the bathroom door and turned the door latch but….. 'L….Lock n….no! ' Bathroom door lock Her secretary used the bathroom. Neko began to tear her cheeks with liquid coming out of her vagina and knocked on the door frequently. ' Hey, Secretary. Hurry and come out. I'll piss now! ' but there was no response. ‘ Hey, hurry up! I can't hold it anymore. ’ There was still no response from the bathroom. The warm liquid slowly cracked out of her vagina until she could no longer resist it. 'Ahh! I… can't ' Neko began to squat down and began to release all the warm liquids. She clung to the bathroom door and sobbed, with the golden liquid still flowing.
The bathroom door opened. Her secretary saw that Neko was peeing herself, but a mobile phone was filming a video that Neko was peeing and made lust. ' Ah! Please don't take' Neko covered her face in her face so she couldn't see her face in the video, and then she finished pissing. Piss the pile under her butts and the feet of her secretary too.Neko sobbed on the floor and her secretary extended her hand to help her get up and go according to plan. 'Ah! ' Neko snatched the secretary's phone and successfully deleted her clip. ' Arrr The clip that I have taken ' Neko's secretary is crying that Nego deleted her clip. ' This is the punishment of what you do. ' Neko took off her jeans and black pants, the more damage she thought was wet on the back, both wearing and wearing towels, and then cleared her documents.
Neko returned to the house and swayed her clothes into the tub and took a shower, but she thought about what happened all day, and then she put a finger in her vagina, her body restless. And move your finger stronger cried out and moaning, and after that her body became weaker. Neko will never forget what happened today and will remember forever.
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A/N: Another old one I'm finally getting around to posting
Seteth is a few drinks in, completely sober, and miserable as hell. How he got Manuela to talk him into this, he isn’t sure; perhaps he really thought, if he came along with her and some of the other knights and faculty, then he might have been able to prevent trouble from brewing, or maybe even kept the night completely tame, just with his presence. How foolish he was.
Once she let slip to the group- consisting of Catherine, Shamir, Alois, Manuela herself, and their newest professor, likely drug along by either Manuela or Alois- that he once claimed alcohol hardly had an effect on him, that was the end of that. No one quite believed it, and, though Shamir and Byleth both mostly kept quiet and to themselves, the goading from Catherine, Alois, and Manuela was enough to get him roped into proving himself.
Maybe he’s just lonely, maybe he really is too stiff and enjoys being able to spend time with friends, maybe that’s the reason he goes along with their little challenge. Whatever the case, he’s had his fair share of drinks, and while most of the others are showing their own drunkenness, he is hardly feeling anything.
From the alcohol, at least. The drinks themselves have had quite the effect on him, just in a different way than what everyone wanted to see. And while having a chance to see how the others act under the influence is...educational, to say the least, he finds he is less entertained by the antics of the more rowdy of the bunch, as he is more distracted by a rapidly growing pressure in his bladder.
By now, he should probably have excused himself to take care of things, but he hasn’t yet, as every time he has started to say something, Manuela has taunted him in some way, growing more brazen in her intoxicated state, and he’s found himself in an argument with her, never mentioning his urgent need. Catherine and Alois howl with laughter and try to weigh in on these arguments, while Shamir leans in with more interest than she may have shown sober, and Seteth finds himself completely trapped in the situation.
The only other person present that doesn’t seem to be feeling the alcohol is Byleth, but Seteth hasn’t noticed her drinking as much as he and the others, and, what’s more, it wouldn’t surprise him if she had a fairly high tolerance, just knowing her father’s habits. He’s fairly certain that isn’t actually a genetic trait, but there’s no way to know for sure, and if another member of the faculty were present, Seteth could only imagine how he would try to relate that topic back to Crestology, if the question were brought up.
Not that he would have a chance to bring it up in the first place, with the way Manuela continues to provoke him into going into more and more long winded lectures. And he keeps drinking as he goes, the pressure from the group too much to resist at times, and maybe, just maybe, he might be loosening up a little bit.
He would scarcely call himself drunk , but he’s feeling something besides a burning need to piss right now, and that part isn’t nearly so bad. This is what people are after when they drink, he thinks, but then they take it too far, some until they black out, present company very much included. That’s something he could never understand, but this isn’t so bad, and he’s able to understand that a little bit better.
The problem is, it takes so much more effort to get to this point for him, and while everyone else can enjoy getting absolutely shitfaced off much less, in order to even get tipsy, he has to drink quite a bit, resulting in his bladder feeling swollen and on the verge of bursting should anyone press him too hard. Seteth is absolutely miserable, and that misery far outweighs any of the supposed joys of alcohol.
It’s been a very long night, and he would very much like a chance to excuse him, but it seems like every chance he has, he ends up distracted and off on another tangent, until things finally start to wind down. Or, rather, until Catherine blacks out at the table, and Shamir, swaying as she stands, decides it’s time to take her back to her room. Alois offers his assistance, only for Manuela to demand he help her instead, and indeed, she looks on the verge of blacking out herself.
With that, the faculty night of drinking comes to an abrupt close, and Seteth rises, bidding Byleth goodnight before making his exit. Oridinarily, he would have offered to escort her back to her room, as would be expected of both a man dealing with a woman alone, as well as her senior in the monastery. But he knows she can handle herself, perhaps better than most of his company tonight, and either way, he does not look forward to the painful walk back, and would rather not share that with any company.
He does regret not having the chance to talk to her more, since they barely have tonight, and he tries to tell himself that that is only because he is her senior and looks after her, and not for any other reason.
Each step is like agony on his swollen bladder, and his walk is slow and stiff, as he tries to stop anything from spilling over. He feels like he’s mere seconds away from completely pissing himself, but he presses on, and still manages to keep his bladder in check all the while. The alcohol is no longer doing him any favors, and any pleasantness he may have felt before has been overwhelmed by the absolute agony of having to hold back this veritable flood.
Fortunately, he has some privacy while he walks, and, in the back of his mind, he knows that he could probably piss against a wall without ever being caught, and solve the problem then and there. But no, he would never! If he were to be caught doing something like that, he would never live it down, and either way, he has far too much pride to resort to something so base and disgusting. But at the very least, the privacy does grant him the freedom to pause in his steps, squeezing his thighs together as he attempts to regain his composure and prevent any leaks.
Gritting his teeth, Seteth urges himself to keep going, and to ignore any temptation there may be to do something disgraceful. No matter how bad it may get, he won’t give in to that temptation, nor will he lose the battle with his bladder. He can’t even remember the last time he lost control of himself; a distant childhood memory, completely lost to time. Certainly, he isn’t going to start doing that again now , no matter how bad it may be.
But it is so, so bad, and no matter how he might tell himself that he won’t lose, that doesn’t mean that that’s the case, and a voice in his mind tells him that there’s a much greater chance of that happening than he wants to admit. It hurts so badly, and no matter how he fights to prevent all leaks, there are some that find their way through, and he is left frozen in place as a hot spurt of liquid soaks into fabric, before he can stem the flow.
This is getting to be too much for him, and still he staggers forward, each step becoming more and more like torture, until he can’t take a single step without another spurt leaking out of him, leaving his face flushed and his heart racing. What good is making it if he’s barely made at all, with his clothes so soaked through that it will look as though he’s pissed himself either way?
More and more, the idea of quickly and discreetly taking care of business here seems more appealing. Perhaps he could even wander off, wander back, “happen to discover” the mess, and clean it up himself, while pretending like he’s doing it out of a sense of duty. No one would ever suspect him of doing something like that, so he would certainly be in the clear, so long as no one actually saw him do it.
He is straining himself so much now that he is near tears, and he is just about to give in to the temptation when he suddenly doubles over, jamming a hand between his legs to stop a particularly powerful leak from turning into anything more. Humiliation washes over him as he is forced to grab at his cock through his clothing just to keep his bladder in check, and he is so grateful that there is no one there to see him. Now, he knows that he has no choice, and so, struggling to straighten up, he resolves himself to his fate.
That is when the woman who has been following him accidentally makes her presence known with one sharp breath, and Seteth realizes with a sudden horror that he isn’t alone.
“Wh-who’s there?” he calls out, his voice painfully strained, almost breaking with his words. He turns just as Byleth steps out of the shadows, her face slightly flushed, her eyes aimed at where his hand was just seconds before. Seteth shifts uncomfortably, another leak escaping as he fights the urge to do anything to make holding it easier on him.
“I-I...was just walking back,” she says. “We were going the same way, so...but you seemed like you wanted to be alone, because, well…” She’s stumbling over her words, sounding considerate of his plight, but Seteth wasn’t born yesterday, and there’s something to the way she’s breathing that implies something more.
Or perhaps that’s the wishful thinking or the alcohol allowing wishful thinking, and allowing him to even admit to himself the slight possibility that he might have some wishful thinking, where the young professor is concerned.
And, in the end, letting his mind wander to Byleth is what proves to be his undoing. He couldn’t afford to spare any of his concentration on anything else, much less matters of the heart that he’s far better off ignoring indefinitely, and his hand shoots between his legs once again, though to know avail. His knees buckle and he doubles over again, and nothing he does is able to stop it from happening this time.
With Byleth as an audience, Seteth has no choice but to piss himself completely, his strained bladder finally at its limits. This spurt turns into much more than that, a powerful torrent bursting forth, soaking through his clothes in no time at all, showing no sign of slowing as the hot liquid snakes down his leg, puddling at his feet with a loud hiss, made all the louder by the silence in the air. Seteth can’t figure out where to look, while Byleth seems unable to stop staring at him.
She watches him until it’s all over, watching the puddle grow, watching the darkening of his clothes, watching the way he blushes and witnessing every last, horrid second of his humiliation, showing him no mercy in the process. And even the alcohol could not soften this blow; Seteth is not sure that his ego will ever recover from something like this.
He is frozen in place for some time after his aching bladder has fully emptied itself, with no idea what he is meant to do now. His clothes soon start to grow cold as the urine cools, and still, he doesn’t know what to do. Byleth just stands there, like she has from the beginning, fidgeting quite a bit herself, her breath uneven, and...wait.
Wishful thinking or alcohol or not, there is no way to write off what it is that she’s doing. Her thighs are moving in a way similar to his own when he was still fighting, but quite different at the same time, with a different goal in mind that he can see to the heart of, and suddenly, while not understanding at all, he understands. There is no real way to understand this, he thinks, but, for whatever reason, Byleth is sexually aroused right now, right after watching him piss himself, which can only mean that watching that is what did it for her.
Why that is, Seteth cannot for the life of him fathom, but there is no denying the facts laid out in front of him, and with that so plainly on display, he has to admit that, if Byleth wants him...well, he’s hardly opposed to the idea. His denial has held up just fine up until now, but there’s the damned alcohol to account for- which he’s using as quite the excuse, considering how little it actually does for him- and her own rather shameless display, and it is simply too hard to keep running from.
Of course he’s attracted to the new professor, he has been for some time, and never felt it appropriate to pursue for a number of reasons, but now, here she is, showing that that might not be so one sided, and he…
“Professor,” he finally says, his voice cracking, his throat suddenly dry. “What are you...doing?”
“I-I’m sorry!” she suddenly says, snapped out of her daze. “Like I said, I was just going this way, and you seemed kind of distressed, and I didn’t mean to intrude, but…”
“Byleth,” he says in a more firm tone of voice, stopping her short. “Be honest. I don’t just mean what you’re doing here . I want to know what you’re doing with me, why you followed me, and why you’re still staring at me, why you’re...well.” He coughs, hoping that he’s gotten the point across.
And, judging by the way her face goes scarlet, he has. “W-well, that...that’s...I...I don’t know,” she confesses, finally looking away from him so that she can stare pointedly at the ground. “I just...ever since we met, I’ve been...and now, I just...I don’t know.”
She isn’t saying much of anything, but she’s saying enough, and Seteth takes a few steps forward, and then a few more, closing the distance between them as Byleth does not move back. Even worse than relieving himself out in the open is engaging in any sort of physical contact with a single woman, and one so much younger than himself, and he can’t even blame the alcohol for his self-control slipping, he knows that damn well.
But he is the one to kiss her first, and she doesn’t resist at all, melting into it. He hasn’t kissed anyone, or been kissed in so long, and the chill from his wet clothes is not enough to hide the warmth coming from her body as she presses close to him. Seteth is a little ashamed of how quickly he’s hard, his erection pressing against her rather noticeably, but Byleth doesn’t seem to have any complaints about that, only pushing closer to him, grinding against him until the contact is unbearable and he has to break the kiss, pulling away before he humiliates him for the second time tonight.
It’s been far too long since he’s touched or been touched, and if he isn’t careful…
“I want…” she starts, and he holds up a hand to silence her.
She gives him a guilty, apologetic look, and he replies quickly, “It’s not that, I...want you as well, I...you have no idea what you’ve done to me. I hardly understand it myself, but...well, if anything is to happen between us, it can’t be here, where someone might see us. I’ve already disgraced myself enough tonight, and, what’s more...I think you deserve something a little more comfortable for your first time.”
Byleth opens her mouth, looking ready protest at first, but must realize that it’s futile. Whether arguing them changing locations or arguing that this isn’t her first time, she knows that he’s right on both accounts, and, rather than saying anything, simply nods.
“Then let us hurry,” he says. “I should probably take care of the mess, but...well, I’m sure there will be time for that later.”
And, with nothing else to blame it on but his own loneliness and impulsiveness getting the best of him, he takes Byleth’s hand to lead her back to his room quickly, so that no one else will see them.
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Various and sundry disclaimers:
While this story is written for the reader to be a woman, it doesn't really matter that much (one trigger word references gender, and it mentions panties, but anyone can wear those). I hope anyone can enjoy it. If you are very susceptible to hypnosis and do not want to wet yourself, I recommend not reading this story, as it features somewhat realistic inductions. Additionally, it may feature trigger words that you already have. Final disclaimer: This story features slightly more than just omorashi, so if you're not into that, don't read it. With that aside, let's begin.
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You enter the mahogany-paneled office with its high ceiling and warmly lit chandelier, and look around. There is a finished oak desk stretching from wall to wall in the middle of the room, with a turntable beneath it. There is a faint scent of cologne. There are two large office chairs, one on either side of the desk. The chair on the other side is facing away from you. You hear a voice echo through the room. It's deep, but almost silky in its mannerisms.
"Have a seat, please."
You oblige. This is one of the most comfortable chairs you have ever sat in. The office chair on the other side of the table swivels around to reveal the source of the voice: a man dressed in a well-fitted suit. He has a strong jawline, slicked-back jet-black hair, and thin fingers, which he rests in a templing position. He looks you in the eyes. His eyes are a shade of hazel, a murky brown mixed with green. Your heart beats a little bit faster.
"I can tell you're nervous. Don't be. First time doing this in person, eh? Here, I'll put on some light music."
He gives a friendly smile and leans beneath the desk to adjust the needle of the record player. He straightens the cuffs of his sleeves, and sits back up, holding papers in one of his hands. The music begins. Piano concerto number 2. He speaks again.
"Rachmaninoff. Don't worry, it doesn't have subliminal messages. Well, that I know of, at least."
Your heartrate is still slightly elevated. The man shuffles some papers and glances at the top sheet.
"Everything you've outlined here can be arranged. You've already given informed consent by signing this paper. Of course, I know who you are, but allow me to introduce myself. My name is Daniel, but most clients just call me 'Doc.'"
You nod to acknowledge this.
"There are a few things you need to know. Some decry hypnosis as pseudoscience, a party trick, unfit to be practiced. Others, like myself, know that regardless of its status, it can achieve results. This is both good and bad. If at any time you feel uncomfortable, you should tell me to stop, but it will take time for the hypnosis' effects to wear off. For more practical matters, the fire exit is through the main lobby. This is also where the bathrooms are, though if your request slip is anything to go by, you won't be needing those."
Your face flushes slightly with excitement and embarrassment.
"Let's begin with a simple induction. To enter trance, you need to focus all your attention on an object. Focus on your bladder. Yes, that's it. You've needed to pee since before you came here. Good, that would have distracted you from any other focus, but now it is your only focus. Your bladder is heavy and warm with the weight of the urine in it. As I count down from 10, your bladder will become heavier and warmer.
10
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1.
Good. Your bladder is very full. You are very aware of this. But the warmth is spreading to other parts of your body. Your stomach is warm. The warmth travels up into your heart and is pumped through your arteries. Your arms are warm now, and very heavy. Good, let your arms rest. Your arms are too heavy to move now. Your legs, too, are heavy. Cross them, so you're comfortable. I'm going to count down from 10 again, and as I count, your bladder gets heavier and fuller.
10
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Good. You are weary. You want me to make decisions for you. That's why I'm here. From now on, every time I mention the word 'fuller,' you will fall deeper and deeper into trance, and your bladder will get much, much fuller.
Fuller and fuller. Your arms and fingers are heavier too. You can't touch yourself. Fold your arms in your lap, over your crossed legs. Your legs are very heavy. Your arms are very heavy too. Your bladder is getting fuller, fuller, fuller. Remember to focus on your bladder as it gets fuller. You still have control over it, even though it's begging to be emptied, because I let you have control over it, even as it gets fuller and fuller. It's beyond a mere want to pee now. It is a need. Control of your bladder is slowly slipping away. As I count down, your control will decrease proportionally.
10 - The most control, you won't even leak.
9 - Mostly controlled. You are confident you can hold it.
8 - You can override your bladder's pangs.
7 - You are mostly in control, but it is slipping.
6 - You are barely keeping your bladder under control.
5 - You and your instincts are nearly equal.
4 - Focus on your bladder, control is slipping again.
3 - Fuller.
2 - Use all your will to keep yourself from peeing.
1 - I control your bladder. You are just as desperate, but now you cannot pee without my permission. Your body will refuse. Mmm. You still need to pee. Your bladder is getting even fuller. But I know how to keep you from peeing without permission. Until a certain point, arousal makes it difficult for you to urinate.
Raise your hands out of your lap. Good. First, imagine that I kiss your left hand. Or do I kiss your left hand? What is a hypnotic illusion? What is real? The only thing true is that your bladder is getting fuller. Then, imagine that I kiss your right hand. I tickle your lips with my index finger, then I kiss your forehead. Then your nose. Then either cheek, and I move in, but I don't kiss you on the lips. You are aroused. You want me to kiss you. When I say 'aroused,' you will experience this level of arousal, but the pleasure will increase every time. You are aroused. Very aroused. So aroused that by the end of this session, your panties will be more than one kind of wet. Fuller. Aroused. Yes, very aroused. But frustrated, because I won't kiss you. Aroused. But focus on your bladder. It's somehow even fuller. You really need to go. But I won't let you, and don't worry, your bladder won't either. It's under my control. You are under my control. Your bladder's getting fuller, and you are very aroused. You know what would be bliss right now? Getting to use a toilet, and then I kiss you. It would be almost orgasmic. I tease your lips again, and run my index finger up your thigh to your abdomen. I poke at your bladder, which is still getting fuller and fuller. You can be a good girl and hold it, though. For now. You feel happy when I say 'good girl,' because it means that you've done what I asked. For now, that means you haven't peed. Another countdown is coming. It is the level of sexual pleasure you get from me saying 'good girl.'
10 - You are pleased with yourself.
9 - You are turned on. Aroused.
8 - You are very aroused.
7 - You want to throw yourself at me.
6 - You crave more, because it feels so good.
5 - You feel like you're having sex.
4 - You can't tell whether it's imaginary or physiological.
3 - You have to bite your lip to keep from moaning.
2 - Your private bits are throbbing.
You thought I would go to one already? No, we have some more time left to play. Is your bladder getting fuller?"
You nod. Your bladder is very full. It's difficult not to pee.
"Good. But I am in control. You will not wet yourself while I am in charge. Focus on keeping your bladder from emptying itself. Everything will come together soon. You're still aroused. The final stage of the countdown will result in orgasm, but not without the magic words. When I say 'good girl,' you will climax. Your back will arch with pleasure and you will moan loudly. But that is yet to come. I have one final trigger to install. You will be back in control of your bladder, except under one condition.
1 - I control your bladder, it is hard to resist peeing. You won't pee, though.
2 - I'm still in control, but you can keep from peeing.
3 - You regain a small bit of control.
4 - You are going to hold it.
5 - You and your instincts are equal again.
6 - You are keeping yourself from peeing, but only barely.
7 - You are mostly in control again.
8 - You can ignore your bladder pangs.
9 - You should be confident you can hold it.
10 - You can hold it in all but one case.
That case is when I say the trigger word. When I say the word 'urinate,' you will lose absolutely all control of your bladder and wet yourself with no ability to stop. You're going to have a big accident."
You blush, aware of what is coming soon.
"Lets review before you get out of trance. Your triggers will remain active for the rest of the day. You are aroused because your bladder is getting fuller. There are two other triggers, one that will make you let go of your inhibitions and one that will give you immense pleasure. You will exit from trance after this countdown, and will not remember the triggers until I say them again.
10 - You're still deep in trance.
9 - Your arms and legs are lighter again.
8 - You feel warm and tingly, but you're waking up.
7 - You are very happy and are exiting trance slowly.
6 - You still crave trance, but you know you can come back after you leave it.
5 - You're halfway awake.
4 - You're almost out of trance.
3 - You're getting closer.
2 - You're barely even in trance now.
1 - You are finally awake and out of trance."
You look around to find the same office as before, with Doc sitting across from you. He speaks again.
"It seems like your bladder's gotten fuller."
You nod in agreement, because it has.
"You also seem aroused. Very aroused."
You nod even more vigorously.
"I think it's time you relieve your bladder of its stress. Urinate."
Without warning, you relinquish control of your bladder, and you pee forcefully through your clothes. It puddles in the chair beneath you. Your face is bright red. He moves in toward you, and tips your chin up with his hand. He whispers into your ear.
"Good girl."
You're overcome with sexual pleasure. Your back arches, you moan, and your arms go limp. Then, he kisses you. Your pleasure practically explodes, and you can hardly contain yourself.
Finally, you sit back down in the puddle of warm urine beneath you. Daniel speaks again.
"You can pay here or up front. By the way, you're the first client that's managed this."
He walks around to the front of the desk and points to the front of his pants. He was clearly erect, and there was the unmistakable stain of premature ejaculation.
"Good girl."
Edited July 28, 2020 by Empeeror
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So this is the first fic I've written in... basically forever. Those of you who follow my profile or have read my stuff in the past will know I used to be quite the prolific author, but I think I've been away for something like... a year? Maybe two? Anyways, it was not inspiration, exactly, that brought me back, but @LifeIsStrange, who gave me an excellent show to watch and an idea for a fanfiction that they really wanted written. I'm very proud of the result and excited to work on a part two, and I hope you all like the way this story came out as much as I do.
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“Listen Louis,” Ren warned through gritted teeth, “if you want me to tutor you, I need you to concentrate.”
Louis nodded vacantly, staring into the middle distance and thinking about a conversation between him and Tawny earlier that day. Tawny had been unimpressed by Louis’ impression of Mike Myers brought on by a cat based metaphor in her most recent poem. He smiled as he remembered curbing Tawny’s chastisement with a well placed carrot--placed well, that is, into his nasal cavity. His daydream was brought to an early end by Ren, whose snapping fingers brought him crashing back to reality.
“Were you even listening?” she asked irritably.
“Of course,” Louis lied, smiling unconvincingly. “You were just explaining the, uh… you know, the effect that the Declaration of Independence had on the European economic… uh… thingy.”
“We’re studying math.” Ren stared daggers at Louis, who smiled benignly back.
“Right,” he said slowly. Then, much more quickly, “I’m going to go to the bathroom.” He darted out of his seat and towards the door of the empty classroom.
“Louis!” Ren complained. “You’ve already gone three times!”
Louis stopped at the door and turned back towards Ren with a fake, pained expression on his face. “You know this school’s cafeteria food,” he said, grimacing. “It just goes right through you.” Then, ignoring Ren’s further protests, he stepped out into the hallway.
Ren sat patiently in the silence of the classroom for five minutes before she began to plot revenge against Louis for wasting her time. If Louis wanted to fail his classes, fine. He could do that perfectly well without dragging her away from her own studies, but it was fine. What bothered her was that his out-of-place historical monologue was a perfect summary of what they had discussed in their last study session, which told her that Louis was perfectly capable of paying attention and understanding what Ren was trying to teach him, he simply didn’t apply himself. What Louis really needed, Ren was sure, was a distraction free environment.
When the bell rang, Ren knew what she had to do. All she needed was a meeting with Principal Wexler.
…
“Ren, you’ve gotta be kidding.”
Ruby caught up with Ren just as she was leaving at the end of the day.
“I don’t have the foggiest idea what you’re talking about,” Ren said, turning away with her nose in the air.
“I heard down the grapevine that you gave Wexler some crazy idea about limited bathroom time,” Ruby accused, hurrying to keep up as Ren walked away.
“Not time,” Ren corrected, turning to face her friend, “just uses. You can go once, for as long as you want.”
“Not better,” Ruby grumbled. “This’ll be trouble, I just know it.”
“No, I’m absolutely certain that this idea will work out for the better,” Ren argued. “Less time wasted in the bathroom means more time focused on assignments, projects, extra-curriculars, and best of all, it means that certain slackers--” Ren’s eyes searched the hallway behind Ruby, “--will have to stay still for five seconds and actually start living up to their full potential.”
“Well, first of all,” Ruby retorted, “most of my time in the bathroom isn’t ‘wasted,’ it’s spent doing my business.” Ren smiled ruefully. “And second, this is a bit extreme, isn’t it? Just to get back at your little brother?”
“Who said I was doing this to get back at Louis?”
“You did,” Ruby explained. “‘Certain slackers?’ Who else would you be talking about?”
“There are plenty of slackers that use bathroom trips as an excuse to get out of work. Louis might be the worst offender, but he is not the only one who will benefit from a bit of…” Ren paused, searching for the words. “...assisted focusing.”
And with that, Ren walked through the front door, leaving Ruby to ponder how anyone could convince bathroom time an unessential commodity.
…
Louis’ first period the next morning was awash with rumors and complaints. Tawny commented on the way in that all the whispers sounded like a breeze through a meadow before going mysteriously silent. The teacher sat at his desk, reading silently and throwing dirty looks at anyone brave or foolish enough to raise their voice above a whisper, but had long since given up the notion of shutting the class up completely. As soon as Louis took a seat, Twitty got up from his desk and moved to a seat closer to his friend so they could discuss the new policy. Tawny sat in front of them, saying nothing and looking at the floor.
“I can’t believe your sister is behind this,” Twitty exclaimed, cringing as he received an especially scathing look from the teacher. When the teacher looked away, he resumed in a whisper. “I might have expected this from Larry Beale, but not Ren. She’s finally lost it, I swear.”
Louis responded with a comically bad impression of Jim Carey, appropriately, losing it, which came to a sudden stop when he realized Tawny wasn’t even looking up. “Yeah,” he said, clearing his throat. “Yeah, I think it might be my fault.”
Twitty threw up his hands in an of course it’s your fault, why wouldn’t it be your fault kind of way, but Louis just laughed.
“No, listen,” Louis reassured, “it was great. I beat my record yesterday.”
“What?” Twitty said, looking taken aback. Lowering his voice even further and leaning towards Louis, he asked, “More than three times?”
Louis held up four fingers and Twitty grinned in awe. As Louis leaned back in his seat basking in his accomplishment, Tom took a seat next to them with an awkward wave.
“Hi Louis,” he said. Louis ignored him. “Hi Twitty,” Tom whispered. Twitty waved halfheartedly. “Hey Tawny,” Tom said, addressing the back of Tawny’s neck. Tawny turned and gave him a half-hearted smile that turned into a grimace as she turned back towards her desk. Suddenly, Louis realized something.
“Does anybody know why Tawny’s being so quiet?”
Although Tawny continued to look resolutely away from them, all three of the boys could see the back of her neck turn red as she blushed in response to the question. After a long moment, Tawny turned to face them, putting on a brave attempt at a carefree smile.
“What do you mean?” Tawny asked. “I’m just…” She tapped her foot restlessly in a way that Louis suspected had nothing to do with her search for the right excuse. “I’m just trying to be more positive.” When this answer did little to satisfy Louis, Tawny went quiet again as she searched for a better explanation. “I’m trying to be more positive, but… but this policy is testing me a little bit and you know what they say: ‘If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all,’ right?” The words rushed out of her mouth as she finished her sentence, and once she had finished speaking she turned back towards the front of the room.
The boys exchanged a look, but before they could say anything, Tawny piped up again. “And…” she said, wheeling around slowly. “And today was a bad day for this policy to start, because I had my tea tasting club before school.”
“We have a tea tasting club?” Louis chimed in.
“Yes,” Tawny said flatly, “and it’s usually the highlight of my day. But today, it meant I was at school before Tugnut, and I missed my chance to get one of the bathroom passes.”
Tawny looked ashamed and angry in equal measure, looking back and forth between Louis and Twitty as though daring them to say something about how it was her fault. Twitty looked quickly away, but Louis’ eyes were stuck squarely on Tawny’s hands, which he suddenly noticed were clamped firmly between her legs. He looked up at her, amazed at the predicament.
“Uh…” he said stupidly. “Uh…”
Tawny stared at him, irritation mounting. “Would you knock it off?” she snapped. “Sometimes, people have to--” she faltered for a moment, embarrassed, but recovered quickly. “--to pee. Get over it.”
“I’m just trying to think of a plan to get you into the bathroom,” Louis said quickly. Mollified, Tawny looked away. “And I think I’ve got something.”
“Okay,” Tawny urged, motioning for him to continue.
“Okay,” Louis explained. “If Tugnut had the bathroom passes this morning, he must have extras, right?”
Tawny raised her eyebrows incredulously.
“Or,” Tom chimed in, “Tawny could just take mine!”
Tawny nodded, and both of them stared expectantly at Louis, who seemed to be deep in thought.
“Here Tawny,” Tom said, fishing in his bag for his pass. “I don’t really like to go to the bathroom at school anyway. I get nervous.”
After a moment, Tom found his pass and extended it towards Tawny, who reached out a hand to accept it. Before she could grab it, though, Louis slapped Tom’s hand away with a deafening “NO!” that drew a deadly look from the teacher.
Unabashed, Louis began to whisper hurriedly through his plan. “Look, if we steal all the extras from Tugnut’s office, we could go to the bathroom as many times as we want!” Tom looked hesitant, but Tawny’s face bore a look of dawning comprehension. “We could sell them!” Louis continued.
“We could hand them out to anyone who really needed them,” Tawny pushed back. “We could start an underground resistance. We could save the entire student population from this crazy tyrannical policy!”
Louis did his best to look excited, rather than put out, at the idea of giving away the passes for free, but Tawny was clearly too lost in her thoughts to notice.
When the bell rang, all thoughts of bladder discomfort were forgotten as Tawny dragged Louis away through the throngs of children towards Coach Tugnut’s office.
“I’ll catch up with you later!” Louis shouted over his shoulder at Twitty, who stood still for a moment, nonplussed at the way things had gone, before heading off towards his next class.
Before they had made it halfway to the office, Tawny was waddling, rather than walking, and by the time they reached Tugnut’s door, she was squirming in place, but undeterred, pushed it open anyway and made her way inside.
Louis followed her in, smiling placidly. He was privately quite pleased with the way things had gone. He had a chance to make a fool of his sister and Coach Tugnut in one fell swoop, and on top of that, he got to spend more time with Tawny. As Tawny searched Tugnut’s mercifully empty office with increasing desperation, Louis stood just inside the door, reflecting on his enormous good fortune.
Tawny’s bladder was screaming as she pulled open drawers and cabinets one-handed, with the other jammed tightly into her crotch. She hopped from foot to foot, squeezing back growing waves of desperation as she hunted for bathroom passes that, truthfully, might not even be there. No, she told herself firmly, no, they had to be here. There was no time for thoughts like that. Her fellow students needed those passes. She needed those passes… worse with every passing second. As she switched sides of the desk, her foot caught on one of the drawers she hadn’t bothered to close behind her, and she lurched forward, coming uncomfortably close to falling before she caught herself on the corner of the desk. Her bladder, less than thrilled with the sudden motion, shuddered angrily, and before Tawny could do anything about it, she had let a squirt of pee into her green shorts. Keeping her free hand on the desk, she crossed one leg over the other and bent desperately, trying to avoid any further humiliation.
Louis, awakened from his fantasies by Tawny’s sudden trip, heard the heavy footsteps at the last possible second. “Hide!” he whispered urgently at Tawny, whose eyes, which had been squeezed shut in desperate agony only moments earlier, shot open as she realized what was happening. “Hide, now! Under the desk!” Ignoring her bladder’s protestation, Tawny dove under the desk, joined seconds later by Louis, who slid over her (landing elbow first on her stomach and forcing another large jet of pee through her already damp shorts) just as the door to the office opened. Tugnut was humming happily to himself as he took a seat in his office chair and took his phone off the receiver, completely oblivious to the two teens hiding under his desk. After punching a few keys, he began to talk into the handset, chatting animatedly about the football team’s chances in the state championship that year.
“Louis…” Tawny whimpered.
“Shh,” hushed Louis, who had just spotted the bathroom passes where Coach Tugnut had set them on the desk when he walked in. Of course they couldn’t find them before--they hadn’t even been in here.
“Louis,” Tawny whined, “I don’t think I’m going to make it.”
Louis’ eyes widened as he looked from Tawny’s face to her crotch, already wet with the two spurts of pee she had been unable to hold in and practically bulging from the pressure of the pee she had yet to release. She hid it from view with both hands as she squeezed back the flood, but she already knew she couldn’t hold on much longer.
“You’ll make it soldier,” Louis whispered, and with a sudden upsurge of courage, he reached up over the desk and snagged two handfuls of bathroom passes. Coach Tugnut, whose back was turned, noticed nothing. Louis held one of the bathroom passes out to Tawny, who took it tearfully. “Hold on just a little longer,” he said in a silly fake army voice that, at the moment, was not nearly enough to distract Tawny from the humiliation she knew was just moments away. “We’ve got to get these back to the people.”
Tawny tried--really, she did--but she already knew it wouldn’t be enough. She focused all her might on keeping her bladder muscles tight and her shorts dry--or at least, as dry as they could be, under the circumstances. She massaged herself with both hands and squeezed every few seconds, but when she tried to cross her legs only to find that they were stuck on either side of Louis in the tiny desk space, she knew it was over. She tried to stay silent as humiliated tears rolled down her face, but despite her best efforts, a quiet sob escaped her as she finally let go. With a tiny hiss, her bladder began to empty--in small, reluctant squirts at first, but then in larger and larger spurts, culminating in one huge river of pee, that turned to a lake on the ground beneath her and Louis. She kept her eyes closed as her bladder emptied itself, and for several long moments after. She heard Tugnut hang up the phone and get to his feet, and when she opened her eyes, he had already left. Louis was standing straight up, and she could see a spot on his knee where the pee had filled the cramped space between them and soaked into his pants as well. She dried her eyes and stood up, but nearly burst into tears again when she felt droplet after droplet of rapidly cooling pee drip down the back of her legs. She stared miserably at the floor, avoiding both Louis’ eyes and the giant puddle she had left under the desk. She wondered vaguely what Tugnut would make of it, then what her partner in crime must think of her. She finally looked up at Louis’ face, she found him smiling, rather than sneering or looking disgusted. She took this as an encouraging sign.
“What’s so funny?” she asked, startled for a moment at how hoarse her voice sounded. It was like she had been sitting in silence for hours, rather than minutes.
“It’s like Billy Madison,” he replied happily.
“It’s like what?” Tawny asked, finding a spark of her usual snark.
“It’s like Billy Madison. The Adam Sandler movie.”
“I’ve never even heard of that,” Tawny responded, smiling weakly at the look of false horror on Louis’ face.
“Never heard of--well that’s just not right.” He took a step closer to Tawny, who flinched away, still ashamed of her accident. “It’s okay,” he said, showing her his hands in a sort of peace gesture, then reaching one around her and putting an arm around her shoulder. “I think,” he said, steering her to the door and peeking out, “that we should be good to make a break for the locker rooms.” He smiled reassuringly at her. “Everyone else will be in class, so we can head down that way,” he pointed down the hallway, “and grab a pair of my gym shorts. They might not smell nice…” Tawny wrinkled her nose playfully, suddenly feeling much better. No one would have to know that she had wet herself, and Louis was being uncharacteristically cool about the whole thing. This had turned out better than expected. Smiling gently, Tawny let Louis lead her down the hall towards a stinky, pee-free pair of gym shorts.
…
Ruby, on the other hand, was having no such pleasant interactions. Her best friend was sitting next to her, diligently taking notes and completely oblivious to Ruby’s plight--one that she had inadvertently caused. As Ruby watched the seconds tick by with agonizing leisure, her bladder gave a cruel spasm and she was forced to lean forward to relieve the pressure for a moment. She ground her teeth and tried not to look too terribly uncomfortable as she contemplated what had gotten her into this situation.
The moment she walked into school this morning, she had sensed drama brewing. As she passed by the bathrooms on the way to class, she watched a group of girls walk in whispering frantically to one another, so naturally, she spent her bathroom pass immediately to see what they were so excited about. What she had received in exchange was a juicy tidbit about Donnie Stevens… that she already knew. Disappointed, she had dramatically left the bathroom without even using it, and thus her bathroom pass was wasted. Now, a mere two hours later, she was regretting that decision. Of course, she could hold it, but it wouldn’t be comfortable. She tried not to think about the five hours between her and her toilet at home, but it was difficult, and without meaning to, she discouraged herself further by doing the math and tacking on an extra hour for the bus ride. She sighed heavily, then sat up straight, smiling falsely and making a mental note to feed Ren some false piece of gossip as payback.
…
Lunch was an endeavor. Ruby fought the urge to throw her lunch at the woman who insisted she take an extra milk because they were about to expire, but when the moment had passed, she satisfied herself with the knowledge that she didn’t actually have to drink it… but did anyway, mere moments later, while she was distracted by news of Tawny Dean’s weird, baggy shorts, which she was rumored to be wearing because Ren’s pee policy had already made her lose control. Pleased with the news that she was at least doing better than someone, Ruby dumped her leftovers in the garbage, not even realizing that she had already polished off an extra carton of milk.
The fact that she drank more than necessary went blissfully unacknowledged until seventh period, when one of her best gossip informants told her people thought she had been acting strangely all day, and she had to stop and consider why. Suddenly, with a lurch, her bladder reminded her that it was carrying excess liquid, and Ruby lied through clenched teeth and a watery smile that she had simply been suffering from a sore back.
She made her way to the bus after class at a snail’s pace, stopping intermittently to rub her thighs together or re-clench her bladder. It would be fine, she told herself. She knew her limits, and this was nowhere near them. Even so…
Taking a detour at the hallway before the front doors, Ruby hobbled to the nearest bathroom, where Coach Tugnut waited, grinning stupidly at her.
“What’s the matter?” he asked. “Hurt your ankle with all that running you did in gym class today?”
Ruby glared at him. They both knew she hadn’t done any running in gym that day--she had been too caught up in a conversation about Principal Wexler’s secret career as a Broadway actor. “I was just thinking…” she started, but Tugnut cut her off.
“No pass,” he said smugly, “no bathroom. And I saw you use yours earlier.”
“But the school day is over!” Ruby argued.
“Not yet, it’s not,” Tugnut fired back. “Not until all the sports teams are done practicing.”
Ruby gaped at him; he must have been doing this just to torture her. In fact, the more she thought about it the more it seemed impossible that there could be any other reason. She stormed away--well, waddled away, keeping her knees tightly together and her hands clenched at her hips. She’d show Tugnut. She’d make it all the way home and pee in her own toilet. She’d show him just how strong she could be, by flexing her bladder muscles and holding it for the entire bus-ride home.
But the moment she got on the bus, she realized just how difficult that was going to be. Her usual seat, saved for her by fellow gossip-mongers, had been taken by Larry Beale, and the only seat available was a tiny one-seater over the bus' back wheel. As soon as she sat down, her bladder screamed, and there was nothing she could do to relieve the pressure: with her feet on the wheel well, her knees were stuck at chest height, and her bladder was pinched in a way that made it feel twice as full. She squirmed, but she could feel Beale’s eyes on the back of her head and knew that if she resorted to holding herself, she would never live it down.
By the first stop, Ruby was bobbing her knees side to side to try and keep any pressure she could off her bladder. By the second stop, she was sweating. By the third stop, she had crossed one leg over the other so that their combined height hid her burning face from the rest of the bus. By the fourth stop, she couldn’t sit still. By the fifth stop, Ruby didn’t care if Larry Beale saw her and shoved both hands between her legs to hold on for dear life. By the sixth stop, she was wishing for a bottle.
As the bus went on with an agonizing, unbearable lack of urgency, Ruby started to feel sure she wouldn’t make it. She alternated between looking at her watch and looking at the crotch of her jeans to ensure that no pee had leaked into them without her noticing. At points, she became dimly aware of Beale and his lackeys guffawing, maybe at her predicament, maybe at a joke at Ren’s expense. Ruby was far past caring, and focused only on her own situation.
As the minutes ticked by and the bus left the city, the distance between stops became longer, but the transit became almost unbearable, as the bus hit bump after bump after bump, bucking like a bronco in an apparent attempt to make her lose control. She whimpered and whined and pleaded with herself in undertones and whispers, all the time telling herself just one more minute, just a couple minutes more, just a little longer. But, after a while, her body was not convinced. She knew she was at the bursting point, and she knew that she wouldn’t be home for another twenty minutes. Closing her eyes and sitting up as straight as she could manage, she relaxed just a little. That was enough for her bladder, which took the inch gratefully and then another mile by force, shooting pee through the crotch of Ruby’s pants with no remorse or hesitation. She heard it hissing as it soaked the butt of her jeans, then filled up the bus seat and began to dribble onto the floor with pitter-patters that, to her, seemed louder than any noise the bus made. She imagined the scornful faces of Larry Beale and his idiot friends, of coach Tugnut, of Ren, whose stupid productivity scheme caused this whole situation, and was surprised to find her body heating up with a sort of shameful pleasure. She held her eyes closed, reveling in the racing of her heart and the soaked feeling of her pants before opening her eyes.
A quick glance at her watch revealed that almost five minutes had passed. The time that had dragged on while she was desperate had flown while she was relieving herself. She sat up a little straighter and turned in her seat to make eye contact with Beale, whose eyes flickered between hers and the puddle she had just made on the floor. She felt her face flush pink, but didn’t look away until Beale started pointing the mess out to his friends. She turned back around in her seat and once again felt the strange thrill of knowing that, by tomorrow, she would be the subject of everyone’s gossip. Her humiliation would be immortalized by the talk of every student at the school, and for some reason, she liked the idea.
After that, her stop seemed to come in no time at all, and she stood up to get off the bus well before her pants had had a chance to dry. She felt her legs drawing stares and laughs and whispers as she walked down the row to the front, but did nothing to hide her wetness. She thanked the bus driver for the ride and took her time climbing down the stairs so the onlookers would have a few more moments to take in her accident. As she reached the curb in front of her house, she looked out over her driveway and realized her mother’s car was parked there. Her moment of euphoria died like a flame under water as she walked slowly up to her house. What would her mother think?
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So there you go! If you really super liked it, feel free to let me know and check out my other stuff! If you really super hated it, I'd also like to hear that too--I appreciate constructive criticism! And if you want to read a version where everyone makes it, you can check out this story, also commissioned by @LifeIsStrange! Keep an eye out for part two and have a great day! |
A/N: Wrote this for a commission back in December, takes place several years after Sword and Shield,Hop and Sonia are dating
Walks like this can go on for quite a while, and normally, Sonia is better prepared than this, but Hop is impulsive, and she has a tendency to get swept away with whatever he ends up wanting to do. That’s how they ended up far, far closer than a professor and her assistant should be, though they still haven’t gone entirely public about that aspect of their relationship.
There are a few closest to them that they couldn’t keep it from, but it all came on almost out of nowhere, after one late night in the lab, with Sonia growing more and more frustrated with something not quite turning out right, and Hop vowing to stick around and help however he could until she figured it out. Well, he helped her in quite a few ways that night, and ever since then…
She can’t help the way her feelings have progressed, and she’s become more comfortable with Hop than she is most anyone. Working late hours together, spending their free time together, it all blends together so seamlessly as they grow closer. The age difference isn’t so big of a deal to her anymore, but Hop is older now and maturing at quite a rapid pace now that he’s begun chasing a more intellectual career. Together, they make a good team, both in and out of the lab.
Today, she’d mentioned offhandedly wanting to take a walk through the Slumbering Weald, because she hasn’t in some time, and she always likes to keep an eye on the activity there. After having such a pivotal role in her break out research, she knows that she has to make sure her research stays up to date. However, she’s been busy for a little while, and hasn’t had the chance to make it out there.
Of course, when she mentions wanting to take that walk, Hop is on his feet almost immediately, gathering up everything she might need and saying that they can set out right now. “Because we aren’t busy! You don’t have anything going on for the rest of the day, after all.”
It’s true that she was considering it, since it’s a rare free day for her, but she’d wanted to take some time to get everything together, going over it on her own to make sure that she doesn’t forget anything important. She can be so scatterbrained sometimes that it’s easy to make simple mistakes, but Hop is packing up for her and practically running for the door before she even has the chance to protest. So often, she’s reminded of her childhood, chasing his older brother all around the region, until he’d sprinted so far ahead that he’d overtaken the entire Pokemon League, while she simply headed home, tired of trying to catch up.
“Hop, wait up!” she cries after him, and he just stands in the open door, grinning at her. No time like the present , she’s sure he’s thinking, and if she tries to think of what she may have forgotten, he’ll assure her that it’s already taken care of, properly packed just for her. He holds her bag out as if reading her mind and, so flustered by being suddenly rushed, she has no choice but to take it and follow him out.
Hop is surprisingly organized, sometimes more so than her, so she decides that she isn’t going to let herself worry about it. More than likely, he didn’t miss anything that she would actually need, and since it’s such a nice day and she has nothing else to worry about, she should let herself enjoy it. All the while, she doesn’t think about what an impulse trip could mean for her, or other things she could have forgotten, that Hop couldn’t possibly handle for her.
~X~
He tries racing her all the way to Postwick, but she outright refuses, causing him to groan in disappointment before falling into step beside her, following her at her own pace. Sometimes, he shows such surprising maturity and intelligence that she just knows he’s going to come into his own as a professor with no problem, and other times, he acts just like the same child who came to get his first Pokedex from her.
Even going at her pace, it isn’t too long of a trip, and the weather is so pleasant, warm sunlight on their faces as they walk back to his hometown. He still technically lives with his family, though he spends more time in the lab than anywhere else these days, so it often feels like he’s already moved out on his own, even though neither of them have yet. Perhaps, as they get more serious, that might be something they discuss.
Hop opens the gate for her, and it is just as she steps into the foggy area that she first realizes her mistake. The sudden and sharp twinge in her lower abdomen reminds her rather harshly just how much tea she had with her breakfast, and that she hasn’t done anything about that since then. Had Hop not rushed her, she would have taken plenty of time to get ready, and would have thought to visit the bathroom before rushing out so impulsively.
Now, they’re just far enough from society that that is no longer an option. In fact, the nearest option that she has is the most embarrassing one that she can think of- dropping in to visit his family all so that she can use their bathroom and be back on her way. And since his parents still aren’t entirely clear on what’s going on between them- unless Leon dropped the secret behind their backs, which is entirely possible- she’s afraid of what kinds of suspicions they might kick up, or what kinds of interrogations they might face, if Leon has already exposed them somehow.
But it would waste too much time to double back to find the nearest building with a public bathroom, and she really doesn’t want to tell Hop about the situation to begin with. She tries to keep things like that private, because she is still a lady after all. This means that she just has to suck it up, then, and hope that she can keep everything under control until they’re back in town. She tells herself that this shouldn’t be too hard, that it isn’t even really that bad yet.
The sudden chill she felt when they stepped into the fog triggered the urge, which had otherwise not even been in the back of her mind before now. Clearly that means it isn’t actually that pressing, and her body was simply overreacting to a drop in temperature as they left the pleasant sunlight. If she just doesn’t think about it, she’ll be able to forget about it again in no time at all, and once she loses herself in her observations of the area, that won’t be any trouble at all.
At first, it isn’t any trouble, and she has Hop along to distract her as well. He’s learned quite a bit on his own, and is able to point things out to her, subtle changes that she might not have noticed without him. Having him along is a big help, and he soon fits his hand in hers as they walk side by side. Out here, there isn’t even the slightest risk of them being spotted by anyone that they don’t want to know about them yet, and so they can enjoy getting to really act like a couple.
It’s so comfortable and pleasant, and there are so many notes to take- and every time she drops his hand to take notes, he patiently waits for her to take it again- that she nearly forgets that she needs to pee at all. Except the need is still very much there, in the back of her mind, and sometimes she takes a step and it jostles her bladder enough for her to remember, and briefly take her focus for a moment.
Still, Sonia tries not to let this get in the way or distract her from her more pressing research. If they’re just doing a basic sweep of the area, then she won’t be out here much longer, and making it to a bathroom won’t be that great of a concern. She might be uncomfortably full by the time she has the chance to relieve herself, perhaps even a little frantic, but nothing of any major concern. It would hardly be the first time she pushed herself a little too close to her limits during her research, so she’s confident that she’ll be just fine.
Or at least she tries her best to be confident, but sometimes, when she has no choice but to squeeze her thighs together to help alleviate some of the pressure, she starts to doubt herself. Always, she shoves those doubts away, but they linger and return whenever her bladder so much as throbs in protest of any sudden movement that she makes. She should probably just tell Hop that she’s seen all she needs to see, and that they need to get back to the lab and record all of this soon.
Like, really soon.
That is what she’s about to say when Hop suddenly turns to her, an oddly relaxed smile on his face as he says, “I like being out here with you. It’s nice, getting away from work like this.”
She can understand where he’s coming from. With her being enough of a public figure that she sometimes draws media attention when she isn’t trying to, it’s hard for them to do anything that might risk exposing them before they’re ready, and he can’t look like anything like more or less than her devoted assistant in public. The lab is one of the only places they can comfortably be together, but finding privacy out here like this is very nice as well, and probably something she would want to take advantage of if she weren’t absolutely bursting right now.
“I like it too,” she agrees, “but I think I’ve seen about all I need to see, so…” Though she hopes that he will take the hint, he interprets this entirely different, his relaxed smile growing a bit.
“Right, so we can afford to get a little distracted,” he replies, dropping the bag he’s carrying so that he back her against a tree, his lips on hers before she can protest. And Sonia, like an idiot, returns his kiss instead of even thinking about trying to resist, because he’s right, it is nice to get away from everything out here.
The distress signals from her bladder take backseat to how good it feels, having Hop pressed against her, kissing her hard and moving his hand down her back until he’s grabbing her ass. She jumps a little, feeling a sudden spurt escape, and that is when she starts to panic, her bladder taking priority again immediately.
Sonia breaks the kiss, saying, “Hop, we really should get back-”
“There’s no one out here to see us, this is as private as anywhere,” he says, completely missing the point, but then, she hasn’t exactly gone out of her way to tell him what the point is , and even now that she’s at her limit, the thought of telling him is enough to make her face go red.
Except his other hand is on her now, not bothering to hide his intentions as he reaches between her legs so that he can rub her over the thin fabric of her pants. And, despite herself, it feels good, because, despite herself, she’s still very much turned on by this, a sharp contrast to the torment that she’s putting herself through right. She moans for him, and that only encourages him, pressing a finger harder against her, trying to create more friction, and she wants him to stop but she doesn’t want him to stop, she wants more, she wants to be able to just do this and worry about everything else later and-
Her moan fades into a sharp cry of surprise as she feels the wet warmth spreading, first through panties and then through her pants, and Hop pulls his hand back just in time to step back and watch the dark patch spreading as Sonia pisses herself. By the time she’s realized it’s happening, it’s past the point of being manageable, and even as she tries to stop the flood, there’s nothing she can do about that. It spreads down both of her legs until there’s a steady stream, and she can hear the distinct pattering of liquid on the leaves at her feet.
After pushing herself for this long, she couldn’t afford to spare any attention for anything other than holding back, and letting herself give in to Hop was the worst choice she could have made. All it took was a bit to slip past her control, and then her body, exhausted from holding so much, gave in entirely, not allowing her to cut off the stream until the very end.
Hop remains frozen in place, staring at her- specifically, staring at her pants that have gone nearly see-through from the damage- and she alternates between looking down at herself and back up at her, her mouth opening and closing but no words finding their way out. What can she even say in a situation like this? There aren’t any excuses she can make for doing something like this at her age, and in front of her assistant and boyfriend , no less.
Deciding on nothing, she covers her face with her hands, muttering, “Oh, no, I can’t believe I just...I cannot believe just…”
Finally, Hop breaks his own silence, gently asking, “Sonia...are you alright?”
“I...have definitely been better?” she replies, looking back at him from behind her hands.
“If you needed to go back, you could have said…” He trails off, his eyes widening. “Oh! Oh , that’s what you were trying to...well, gee, Sonia, I’m really sorry, I wasn’t listening and…” He shuffles awkwardly, staring back down again, and the longer he looks at the result of her accident, the more she kind of wants to die.
“This is the worst thing that’s ever happened to me,” is how she chooses to put it.
“No, it’s my fault!” he insists, stepping close to her again, and she backs up, wanting to warn him not to get all up on her again, but her back hits the tree, and Hop closes the remaining distance. “You don’t need to feel bad, Sonia, really...I kind of…”
“Kind of what ?” she asks, shaking her head. “What could you kind of do that would make me not feel bad about this?”
“I don’t know! I just...well…” He presses against her, and now she thinks she can feel what he means. At least, she doesn’t remember him being so hard that he seems like he’s straining against his pants when they were just kissing, but he definitely is now, and the only thing that’s changed since then…
“What, you liked it?!” Sonia isn’t sure if she’s supposed to be mad or grossed out or happy that he’s not grossed out, and instead settles on none of them, so flustered now that she can hardly think straight at all.
Hop gives her a sheepish smile and says, “I mean, I definitely don’t hate it? We’re still alone out here, so...if that didn’t completely turn you off, then maybe we should take advantage of that?”
(Fade to black here cos the sexual content gets irrelevant, but if you want to read the rest, it's on ao3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/21837517)
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I used to do this fiction, but there were times when I was not good at writing stories or writing stories, and another of my mind hit my shoulder and said " to end. " So I recreated this fiction and changed the story. I hope you enjoy reading it. Thank you.
Today Maria are going to travel to One country in asia . In Maria’s group have the following members
Aria, age 25, Patty, age 24, Alice, age 18, a child in the group And Maria, age 26
The four of us went to the hotel that we had reserved.
But to book a luxurious hotel, it will not be new to us, therefore, to book a hotel in in the countryside
Alice: Is this a hotel where we are staying?
Aria: Yes, we will experience new experiences despite Alice
Patty: Let's go in.
Maria told the hotel staff and our room was 203. In the room it was very spacious. Only four people can sleep, but the bathroom will be outside the hotel. If anyone is urinating, then have to have the room key first.
Maria: Hey, shower room is empty.
Alice: Okay
But Patty brought the candle out
Patty: Everyone, let's tell the ghost story.
Aria: It's fun. I want too.
Maria : Me too.
Warning: Stories based on real locations (some stories)
and some stories may not use true stories please use discretion.
They turned off the remaining room lights but only the candles from Alice lit up.
Patty : I heard from my friends in this country that there is a mystery of the university about the red elevator. The origin of the story comes from the suppression of student protests. Which had been mobilized into that university and some protesters ran away to hide in the elevators of that university building and were shot dead inside that elevator. With the blood of the deceased scattered throughout that elevator. After that incident passed There is a story about students who use this elevator at night. Often encounter strange events such as elevators stopping in floors where no people Met with the passenger who transformed into a blood-soaked body in the blink of an eye Or when the elevator door opens when reaching the target floor Will find images of the chaos that occurred that day
Aria : I heard from my mother that there are four tourists who have got a hotel in my country and that every hotel has been booked, except for one room on the sixth floor.
That group of tourists booked the room and went to rest and prepare for the next day.
Nothing happened before midnight, but after midnight it started with the sound of a chair, with the sound stopped in the middle of the room and the sobbing of the girls and one of the four tourists woke up, not seeing any girl in the room, but he saw a chair in the middle of the room, but everyone was sleeping except him, and for a while the chair slowly shook up more and more and that chair fell down and the sound of a girl torturing her from being strangled That tourist was scared to the point of trembling and for a while the sound became quiet.
That tourist felt surprised and opened their eyes.“ Help me ”That girl appeared in front of that tourist and spoke in an angry voice, and the next day the traveler became ill and after that didn't know what had happened because my mother had only talked about it.
They keep telling ghost stories until a female staff member inspects the tourist's room
She entered our room. She came into our room and Aria invited her to tell a ghost story.
Aria: Can you tell me your ghost story?
Female staff: In the past, this was the folk dancer’s home. She died because of the murder, unable to find the murderer, but the main point is the condition of the body of the dancers. She died in a broken neck. And I have heard that there was a traveler who saw that dancing woman dancing, but her dance looked strange, if she danced to the left, her neck was broken to the left. If she danced to the right, her neck would be broken to the right.but then suddenly she stopped dancing, pointed her finger and charged at the tourist and that traveler then signed out from the hotel
Everyone who listens was frightened.
Female staff: If so then I would like to go back.
And Maria shared ghost stories for a while and then went to bed
during their sleep Aria felt the urge from the bladder to rise and she got up out of bed.
Aria : Arrrr I Want to go to the bathroom
Aria then opened the door to the bathroom. When Aria arrived at the bathroom, a female staff told a ghost story, crossing her legs and knocking on the bathroom door.
Female staff : Uh, sir. Hurry and use the bathroom.
Aria : Uh, staff. What happened?
hat female staff turned to Aria and still crossed her legs.
Female staff : Seems like someone is going to the bathroom. No matter how much I knocked on the door, he didn't come out at all.
Aria goes to the front of the bathroom door and knocks with her strength.
Aria : Hey,Other people who are waiting to go to the bathroom, do not know? Hurry to finish using.
Still nothing happened
Female staff : What should we do if it continue like this.we probably ...
Area pondered for a moment, as she began to cross her legs.
Aria : Ah, the bathroom here is only one place?
Female staff : If it is another bathroom, it is on the other side of the hotel.
Aria : Let's go there
Aria and the female staff go to the restroom but they can't run because they may leak if they run but while going to the bathroom
AHHHHHHHHHHH!
Aria : The cry is Alice's Voice
Female staff : Let's see what happens to your friends.
Both of them changed the location to the sound that Alice screamed.
Go back to Alice's side. Alice then suddenly got out of bed and woke Maria up.
Maria: What Wrong Alice?
Alice: I need to pee
Maria: Can't you go to the bathroom yourself?
Alice: But I'm afraid the ghost
Maria: ( Ah, I want to piss too ) Okay I will go with you.
Maria takes Alice out of the room and goes to the bathroom, but is another room that Aria had previously taken. Maria took her hand to grasp the door and then turned. The door opened and the atmosphere in the bathroom was so dark. Alice shook more to see that.
And the music played, but there was no radio at all.
Alice : W…..Where does the music come from, Maria?
Maria saw Alice's legs shaking more than ever.
Maria : Alice, are you okay?
Alice : Hey Maria, let's go to use another bathroom. A dark room like this, I don't dare to use it.
Maria : Can you still hold it?
Alice squeezed the thigh and pushed the hand between the leg and nodded.
Maria asked the staff at the counter about the restroom and got the answer that three toilets are on the left and right sides and the second floor. So Maria took Alice to the bathroom on the third floor. Alice stepped forward by squeezing her thighs and walking through the first floor, second floor. Now there is a pair between the second floor and the third floor Alice stopped for a moment and told Maria.
Alice : Ah! M…...Maria, I already leaked.
Maria : What? Alice, be patient. We will go to the bathroom.
Maria took Alice up the first step, the second step, and they both looked up to see a woman on the third floor and looked at Maria. Maria stopped for a moment and attempted to hide from the woman and tried to take Alice up to the third floor.But when Maria and Alice Arriving at the third floor, the woman disappeared. Now that Maria and Alice are in front of the bathroom, Alice squeezes her thighs more tightly and leaks again, and this leak makes Alice's jeans darker. Come a little
Alice : M…...Maria, hurry to open the bathroom. I c….can't hold it any….Ah!
Maria began to squeeze her thighs and take her hands to rotate the bathroom door bolts. but…
Maria : B…...Bathroom door does not open.
Alice squeezed her thighs and leaked more. The dark spots on the jeans widened and tears washed down her cheeks.
Alice : Maria, I can't hold it anymore.
Maria : Wait, Alice. Don't just release it here.
Maria is finding a way not to allow Alice to piss herself but suddenly, women dressed in ancient times were at the hallway where Maria and Alice were.
Maria: A….Alice ……F…….Folk dancer
Maria and Alice turned to look at the hallway. That woman's neck was broken
The electricity on the third floor also has a power failure and there was a sound of music playing in the room without a radio.
Alice: M…..Maria, Where did the music come from?
And the folk dancer danced to the left, his neck broke to the left, and danced to the right, the neck to the right In the same way that the female staff told the Maria,
and she slowly teleported to Maria but that is different from that of the female employee
was the folk dancer dancing. The neck was torn and fell to the ground, and the face was reserved. Looking at Maria and Alice with angry rage.
Maria / Alice : *SCREAM*
Maria and Alice scream, while they are at the front door of the bathroom. They hugged together and closed their eyes to suppress their fear but after a while, nothing happened to Maria or Alice. And the voices of their friends happened
Aira : Maria Alice, what's going on?
Maria,Alice: Eh?
Female staff : We heard your screams, so come here.
Maria and Alice sob and rush into to hug Aria.
Aria : Hey, what's going on? Maria Alice.
Maria : folk dancer…….folk dancer…...
Maria and Alice haven't recovered from their fears until Aria warns.
Aria : Hey, get it together, Maria,Alice. She is not here anymore
Maria and Alice regained consciousness and stood up and told Aria everything that had happened to them.
Aria : Really? Then we should go to the restroom somewhere else.
Aria and the female staff moved the thighs and pulled Maria and Alice's hands up and a small pool of water appeared. And Alice's jeans and Maria's skirts were wet on the buttocks
Maria,Alice : Ah!
Maria and Alice blushed and held their hands between their legs, but both kept moving their thighs.
Female staff : What happened? Or whether you both still want to pee
Both Maria and Alice nodded and moved their thighs.And the four went to the restroom, and while going downstairs, they saw Patty coming out of the room and crossing her legs back and forth and struggling writhing.
Patty : Arrrr Don't come out now Ah!
Patty walked out and saw Maria walking down from the ground floor.
Patty : You all want to go to the bathroom too?
Maria : That matter first Let's hurry
All five of them went to the other side of the bathroom until the atmosphere remained dark, unlike Maria and Alice arrived in the past. The toilets were three stalls, and all five decided.
Aria : Alice,Maria and staff all three use the bathroom before me and Patty will hold it.
Alice : Ah! Thank you Aria AH!
Female staff : T...Thank you miss Ah!
All three use the bathroom. Aria and Patty continued to cross over their legs more frequently and more frequently and began to tear down their cheeks.
Patty : Hey Alice, Maria and uh….. staff hurry to use the toilet. I'll piss myself.
Aria : Ah, we probably have to pee outside the toilet.
Aria said with her pants getting darker and liquid dripping down the floor, and she rushed out and quickly pulled her pants off but Ariana pulled the pants down causing Aria's underwear and panty to be moist and warm liquid coming out of her vagina
Aria : Haaaaaaaaaaa
The sound of the liquid pouring down the floor and the sound of water droplets in the bathroom made Patty extremely nervous, causing Patti to leak out.Her pants were damp, but she had to hold it until Aria had finished pissing. Eventually, Aria is pee finished. Patti comes out of the bathroom and pulls her pants while Patty is pulling the pants down and the music of the past plays.
Patty : W…...Where does the music come from?
And there was a woman in traditional dress. She danced and approached Patty with laughter. Patty was scared to the point of not being able to move, and her pants began to get wet and ……
PSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHH!
golden liquid was pouring out of her vagina and down her legs to the floor and Patty collapsed to the ground and screamed out
Patty : AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Patty was unconscious on the floor and she became shallow again in the bed in the room they had booked.
Aria : Patty, are you okay?
Patty : What happened to me?
Alice : We saw her asleep beside the bathroom, so we took her back to the room.
Patty : Really, I can't wait for you to pee, so I go to piss outside the bathroom and then…..?
Patty Brings Her Hands To touch the back of her pants
Patty : EHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Female staff : Thank you for using our hotel service.
The female staffer who told the ghost story to Maria heard about signed out the hotel to Maria. She blushing when looking at Aria, , probably because of what happened last night.
Alice : Thank you for the new experience as well.
Maria signed out of the hotel and carried luggage to prepare to travel according to the plan they put
I believe that this experience is an experience that the Maria will never forget.
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The worst part is that he already knows, before the disaster has even fully struck, and there isn’t a damn thing she can do about, not once he already has her figured out.
This was not intentional, no matter how much Grimsley may be enjoying it. He simply caught her at a bad time, when she’d allowed herself to get too lost in her own head, paying absolutely no mind to her body’s needs or continued protests. Shauntal is not proud to admit that this happens to her fairly often, and even less proud to admit that sometimes, the realization once she has returned to reality, the sharp pang reminding her of her predicament, gives her a certain thrill, one that she has never, and has never intended to, share with anyone.
But there is none of that thrill today, because she was not snapped out of things because she’d finished up for the day or because it had gotten too bad to bear, but because he’d dropped in, catching her with her legs tightly crossed, grinding down into the chair a bit, all of this happening without her realizing it. She doesn’t realize any of this until he’s already spoken to her, and by then, it’s too late.
Of course, the look in his eyes tells her that she has already been found out. As she stands on shaky legs, she already knows that he knows , and what’s worse, he isn’t going to politely step aside to let her take care of that. No, he’s going to make this as difficult as possible for her, because when has he ever seen a chance to make things difficult and not taken it?
Which would be fine and expected if it were any other situation, but right, Shauntal just seriously needs to pee, and the fact that her boyfriend is not going to make that easy on her is the worst obstacle she could have imagined.
“Distracted again?” he asks. “You jumped when I called out to you, so you must have been really wrapped up in that.”
“It’s...been a long day,” she replies, taking another shaky step forward. Oh, this isn’t good at all- she’s already past the point where she can walk normally. If he weren’t here, she knows that she would be much too excited and only mildly guilty about her excitement, as she shoved a hand under her skirt and stumbled to the bathroom, just barely managing to peel her tights off in time. And sometimes, it would be such a close call that she would still have to change for the rest of the day and…
It’s hardly the time to be thinking about those secret indulgences, when the one she most wants to keep them a secret from is staring her down with a wicked smirk that fills her with a mixture of dread and that same excitement she is trying to forget. He leans against the doorframe, still blocking her only exit, and his comfort meant to show her that he has no intention of moving.
She is already nearly at her limit, and she knows that begging is not going to solve anything. No matter what she does now, it is only going to further feed into what is to come, and her thighs snap together, and she whimpers without meaning to. Absentmindedly, she pulls at the bottom of her skirt, something to keep her hands at her sides, where they belong.
“You already know you’re not going to make it,” he says, at last putting what he knows to words, removing any possibility for doubt that he isn’t already in on things. “You’re probably not even going to make it to the door. What were you thinking, letting it get to this point?”
He’s not going to let her make it through the door, but there’s no point in protesting that, and when she opens her mouth to say something , she only squeaks, losing her train of thought in the process of nearly control, just for a moment, just enough to startle her into letting her hands wander. There is a pointed look from him, and she looks down herself, just to see the pathetic state she has been brought to, both hands pushed under her skirt.
She can feel the slight dampness, and knows that she must be in truly bad shape to have leaked enough to feel it even beyond her tights. He isn’t ever going to let her live this down, and there’s nothing she can do about it. Doubling over, she groans and she whimpers, and she looks up at him, pleading with her eyes and knowing all the while that this will only be met with more amusement.
“You’re just going to give up, aren’t you?” he asks, he dares her.
“I...I could have…”
“And how do you know that?” He raises a brow, and she wonders just how much he has already figured her out. She’s made it with less time to spare before, she thinks, but he won’t allow her that, and will still play it off as being entirely her fault. The only thing that she can do now is give in, despite the humiliation, despite the knowledge that this is going to be used against her time and again, and despite her attempts to hide from herself that that is exactly what she wants.
There is a moment of almost-silence, punctuated only by her last desperate whimpers in her last desperate attempt to hold on, even knowing that it is pointless. No matter how close she could have been to avoiding this, there was no avoiding it once he set his eyes on her, lost in her work and squirming in her chair, oblivious to her needs just as much as she was oblivious to the plans already forming in his mind.
And then it’s all over, with only a token resistance put up as she grinds against her hand, trying to stop the sudden spurt from growing into anything more, but as it soaks into her panties, it doesn’t stop, not like the leak from before. Soon enough, the stream is pushing down her tights, running down her legs, pattering to the floor, and the only sound she makes is one soft, defeated squeak.
Shauntal stares at the ground, not that watching the puddle grow on the floor beneath her is much better than looking straight up. Actually, no, she can imagine the exact look on his face while he watches her, and she decides that this is a much better alternative, and keeps her eyes on the ground even long after it has slowed to a stop, leaving her bladder empty. Though it still aches a bit from the prolonged pressure, the actual relief is absolute bliss , and at a time like this, it feels impossible to sort out the mixture of humiliation and ecstasy, and before she can even attempt to, Grimsley is already upon her, and she finds herself pushed against the wall behind her.
His hand is under her skirt, feeling her soaked tights, which have already started to go cold. He strokes her above her clothes, and only now does she dare to meet his eyes, taking in a sharp breath at his mocking gaze, just one step below cruel, and she curses just how much that turns her on. Of course, it’s always like this, and even if this is the first time she’s pissed herself in front of him, it will never be the first time he gets an edge like this over her, and he will never be able to resist exploiting that. Isn’t that the biggest part of why she fell into this to begin with?
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He doesn’t know how he always manages this.
They meet up at hotels so often to avoid anyone noticing them together, that he would like to think, by now, that he would be able to navigate them a little bit better. But if Leon’s sense of direction is bad outside, that’s nothing compared to how it is when he tries to navigate the inside of a hotel, trying to find either his room or Gloria’s room, or at this point, maybe to a public bathroom, cos he’s pretty sure they have one of those somewhere on the first floor.
At least, he thinks so, but he isn’t able to find any indication of one when he goes down there, so who knows? The only thing he knows is that he’s going to have to find something soon, or it isn’t going to end well for him at all.
Leon has had to piss for a while now, since before he even got back to the hotel. The plan was to drop by his room and take care of that, maybe freshen up a little before going to Gloria’s room. She’s expecting him, and he’s supposed to be knocking on her door any minute now, pretending that he’s stopped by the wrong room so that she can pretend to be surprised to have a visit from the champion, a game that they’ve both become fond of.
At this point, she will be wondering about him, but she’s used to him showing up a little late by now, and he really is doing his best to locate her room. He would rather find his first, because it will ruin the game for him to come straight in and use the bathroom, but if he has to do that, then he will. He doesn’t want it to get in the way of things, but the state he’s in now, if he finds Gloria’s room first, then he isn’t going to have much of a choice.
His bladder aches with each step that he takes, reminding him that he hasn’t visited a bathroom since early in the afternoon, and he’s honestly had to piss for hours now. It wasn’t much of a problem until it was, and now he regrets not going when he first felt the need come on, but he always assumed he would have time later, and now he’s nearly at his limit.
Unfortunately, this is something that happens to him more often than he’d like to admit, which is all the more reason for him to be frustrated that he didn’t go sooner. He knows that he has a tendency to get lost at the most crucial of moments, and that he shouldn’t push his luck, and still he always does it, like an idiot. Now he’s getting pretty desperate, and he rounds corner after corner, getting turned all around and never managing to find either set of rooms that his or Gloria’s should be in, until..
It isn’t ideal, but when he sees the sign indicating that he just has to turn this way to get to rooms 230-235, he sighs to himself. He doesn’t know how he managed to miss this before, but at least he’s here now, and hurries to 233, where he knows Gloria is waiting for him. Though he would have preferred his own room, he is not pressing his luck when he’s already in such a bad position.
“Who is it?” Gloria calls out when he knocks at her door, her tone already playful because she must know that it’s him. Hearing her like that, he can’t resist playing along a little bit, even though he knows that he will have to put an end to their game as soon as she opens the door.
“It’s your champion,” he replies, wondering if she can hear the strain in his voice as he stands outside her door, squirming in place. It’s getting really, really bad, and it’s taking all he has not to beg her to hurry up and open the door. “Can you let me in?”
She’s standing close to the door now, so that he can hear her theatrical gasp. “What are you doing here?” she asks, and normally he doesn’t notice how fake her acting is, because he’s enjoying the cheesy scenario just as much as she is. But right now, he doesn’t particularly care for it, and just wants her to let him in.
“Here to visit my favorite challenger,” he replies, because that’s the line she likes most, and is usually the line he likes most as well. He rocks back and forth on his heels, unable to stand still for fear of losing control right here in the hallway. “Please, let me in, Gloria.” He says the last bit pleadingly, so that she will know it’s not part of the bit, but a genuine request.
She still takes her time opening the door, murmuring, “Well, I hope you don’t mind that I’m already in my pajamas…” And, for a moment, for just a split second, he forgets any other reason he might have for wanting to get into her room, because the pajamas are definitely new, and definitely for his benefit, and he definitely can’t wait to help get her out of them.
But another sharp pang from his bladder snaps him out of that very quickly. He shoves past her, and she laughs, likely amused at the way he is rushing things along, likely thinking that this is another part of the game, something new to try, when in reality, he isn’t even playing. Gloria closes the door behind her and follows him, quickly catching up to him and coming around in front of him.
“You really came all the way out here just to see me?” she asks, with a wide and innocent smile that he ordinarily can’t resist. Even now, it makes him feel bad for shoving her aside for even the moment, but no matter how wrapped around her finger he is, he has to keep his mind on the task at hand.
“I’ll be just a minute, Gloria,” he says, trying to push past her again, but she remains firmly in his way, with a look in her eyes that suggests she has no plans of moving until she gets what she wants. Leon grits his teeth, fighting off another twinge from his bladder, knowing that he has only a few minutes left, at best. “S-so come on, alright?”
“You came all the way out here to visit a lowly challenger like myself,” she says, “so what do you need a minute for? Oh, but you said I was your favorite challenger, didn’t you?”
“Gloria…”
“Wow, you even remember my name! Since you went to all the trouble, the least I can do is make it worth your while, right?” She looks up at him from under her lashes and, fuck, he wants her so bad, but, fuck , he has to piss so much worse , he can’t keep letting her distract him.
“Seriously, just…” He winces. “Just let me go to the bathroom real quick, and we can pick up where we left off, alright, baby?”
“That’s a new one,” she says, seeming to drop character for the first time, and he feels like he might have actually gotten through to her. “But I’ll play along.”
“What? No, it’s not a ‘play along,’ thing, I was-”
“Come on, you came to see me...you don’t want to wait anymore, do you?” she asks, and while he doesn’t want to wait for something anymore, for once, it isn’t that, though looking down the sleeveless top of her pajamas is putting that in a close second. “I’m not letting you get past me that easy, champion. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity, you know?”
“Gloria…” He trails off, hissing as he feels a spurt escape, soaking into his underwear. This is so, so not good, and no matter what he says, it doesn’t seem to be enough to convince her that he isn’t acting. Of course, why she thinks he would bother acting over something like this, he doesn’t know, but it’s hard to think about that and think about how to convince her it’s genuine and think about not pissing himself, all at once.
It never occurs to him that this might just be him being stupid again.
“You aren’t going to let me past unless I give you a real champion time, are you?” he asks, the strain more evident in his voice. She nods, so cute and so wicked, and he doesn’t know if he can make it even that long, but if this is the only option that he has, if there’s no way he can convince her that he’s telling the truth, then he’s just going to have to go along with it.
“Fine,” Leon says, more to himself than to her, and he pushes her against the bathroom door that she blocks, shoving a hand down her pajama shorts as he does. He can feel even over her panties just how excited she is, and he has to admit, feeling her soak through because of him gets him pretty excited to, though another sharp pain in his bladder is enough to cut that short. Ordinarily, he might wonder if letting himself get really into things would be enough to help him hold it a little while longer, but right now, he’s so far gone that getting that turned on isn’t even an option.
Gloria has no complaints about her situation, at least, and even being touched over top of her panties has her writhing. By the time he’s moved his hand under, she is already panting for him, and he at least thinks that this will be easy for him. Maybe he’ll be able to get her off before his body gives in; he’s never seen her this horny when he’s done so little for her.
But by now, he wonders how she still manages to remain oblivious to his plight. By now, he can’t stand still at all, hissing and groaning and shifting his weight as he fingers her, panicking with each leak that slips by, just knowing that soon, he won’t be able to stop the flood at all. Gloria must see that he’s really struggling now, she must be able to understand that this is real, but every time that he looks at her, she only seems to be enjoying herself that much more. She grows closer and closer with each second, but never gives in, and she watches him so intently that he becomes self-conscious of his movements, but it’s not like he can stop, because if he does, then he knows that he will-
He doesn’t have any choice in the matter.
Leon grabs himself with his free hand, just as the last leak proves itself to be more than just a leak, and he groans, and he mutters something to himself, and just at that moment, just a little bit too late, Gloria comes. While she is moaning, her body wracked with pleasure, Leon pisses himself, just outside the bathroom door, just seconds from relief, quickly soaking through until it’s puddling on the floor, his bladder still aching even as it empties itself, pushed beyond its limits and then some.
And Gloria still watches him.
As she comes down from her orgasm, she watches him as he just keeps going , because there was so damn much of it, and it feels like it goes on forever, even though it is probably less than a minute in total. And then it’s over, and Gloria is staring at him, and he’s staring at the floor, one hand still between his legs and one hand still down her panties, and he’s so humiliated that he has no idea what he should do.
“S-see?” he finally says. “I really wasn’t kidding, I got lost and I needed to... please don’t tell anyone about this, I...h-hey...what are you…?”
While he speaks, Gloria whimpers softly, and before he can finish begging for her silence, she has begun grinding against his hand, which he still hasn’t removed from her panties. His other hand drops to his side in his surprise, but as Gloria begins using him, he responds without really thinking, and resumes fingering her, like he was doing before he pissed himself right in front of her. He really must be stupid, he thinks, because it is only just now starting to dawn on him that Gloria might be into this.
“That...wasn’t a bad thing for you?” he asks, and she simply shakes her head, blushing and not meeting his eye. All of the boldness she had when she was playing a roll, when she was trying to stop him from making it on time, disappears as soon as he has her figured out, and Gloria looks so damn cute that Leon can’t be bothered to be angry, or even confused, about this whole turn of event. Or maybe, yet again, he’s just being stupid, or maybe he’s just grateful that this wasn’t some unfortunate accident, but rather, something that his girlfriend really, really wanted.
He feels her hands on his arm, pulling him away from her even while she bucks against his hand. Not knowing what he should do, he allows her to pull his hand out of her shorts, and she presses her body against his, until one of his legs is between hers. That leg seemed to get the worst of it, and she grinds against him, as if trying to feel the wetness through the fabric that separates her from him. As she does, she rests her face against his chest, hiding from him before she speaks.
“That wasn’t a bad thing,” she finally answers. “The only thing I have to complain about is...you wasted it on the floor, instead of just letting me...d-drink it.”
Stunned by her words, Leon just barely manages to keep his composure to reply, “Well, you didn’t exactly ask.”
“Next time,” she mumbles, and he wonders why that promise excites him so much.
He is never sure which he likes better; Gloria, when she is so shy and overwhelmed that she can hardly look at him, or Gloria, when she has a surge of confidence and, despite the age gap and despite how starstruck she used to around him, she takes control of the situation, leaving him helpless to do anything but follow her.
“Can I…?” she starts to ask, but she never finishes the question.
Not knowing what she wants to ask, but also not caring, Leon replies, “Yes,” and is met with Gloria dropping to her knees, her face pressed against his soaked shorts. He isn’t sure what he was expecting or what to make of all of this, but considering he’s hard now, he decides not to worry about it, and just accept the fact that he likes it, that he likes all of this. Gloria is so flustered that she can’t sit still while she inhales and licks the wet cloth, and something about her jerky movements seems different than the way she squirms when she’s simply turned on, but he can’t quite put his finger on why that is.
Until he sees one of her hands briefly dart between her legs, and in the few seconds before she moves it back, he sees the way she presses against herself, and he may not have been able to read her motives before, but he can certainly tell that that was not a touch motivated by her arousal. Gloria has to pee too.
He doesn’t know if he just caught her at the right moment and she decided to ignore it for her own fun, or if she somehow planned for this, which seems a little unlikely, or maybe if her nerves have increased a need that was hardly noticeable before, until it is much more prevalent on her mind. Whatever the case, he can tell she has to pee, that that is why she can’t hold still and why she briefly touches herself, and he is so suddenly struck with the image of her soaking those adorable new pajamas that he is forced to admit that, despite not understanding it at all, he can see exactly why seeing him piss himself turned her on so much.
“Stand up, Gloria,” he says. “I wanna look at you, okay?”
When she stands, she is trembling noticeably, and she struggles even more than before to meet his eyes. She fidgets, and his breath catches in his throat. He wants to see this so badly, he hopes that she will allow him that, and as she stands in front of him, staring off to the side, he asks, “How into that are you?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean...do you just like it when I do that, or would you…?”
“Would I what?” She isn’t as oblivious as she pretends to be; he can tell by how she bites her lip and presses her thighs together. Gloria is so nervous now, she can’t hide it from him, and she must know that he’s onto her.
“You have to pee, don’t you, baby?” he asks, and she bites her lip harder. “If you’re okay with it, I wanted to...I wanted to watch you. Like you watched me.”
“I-I…”
“Only if you want to. I’m not going to block the door or anything.” He intends it as a joke, but she looks a little sheepish.
“Sorry, I...should have asked. No, you...you can watch me, I’m just a little nervous, but you can. I just have one condition…” She still does not meet his eyes as she speaks, but whatever she requests of him, Leon has already decided he will agree.
“Keep your hand right...here.” As she speaks, she guides his hand between her legs again, this time resting on the outside of her shorts. He feels a shiver go down his spine as he understands what she is asking of him, and this time, it is his turn to simply nod. When she asks if he wants it right now, he nods again, finding himself unable to speak.
With a soft sigh, Gloria relaxes, the tension disappearing from her face as she lets go. Leon isn’t sure where to look, torn between watching the peaceful expression on her face and watching the soft, pink fabric, but as he feels his hand start to grow warm, he makes up his mind, his eyes darting down to watch the dark spot begin to spread. He then finds that he can’t look away, as her pajamas are soaked through, his hand growing wetter and wetter until the stream turns into a torrent, gushing past his hand to spill down her legs, and to join the mess he already made on the floor.
And while Gloria pisses herself, intentionally and directly on his hand, Leon realizes that he has never been more turned on before in his life. Still without understanding a single thing, he decides that he understands perfectly, and before she has even finished, he pulls her into a kiss, so that he can press his leg between hers again, and feel the end of her stream as it slows to a stop.
When he pulls back, he says, “I suppose we should clean all that up. I wouldn’t exactly want to put the hotel staff through that.”
“We should,” she agrees, breathless and looking like cleaning is the furthest thing from her mind right now. Which is something that he understands perfectly.
“We have plenty of time for that later, though,” he replies.
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Always visit the restroom when you need to because you might not get another chance. Jenna knew this. She KNEW this, and yet here she was in traffic, parked on the highway behind a trailer truck, and bouncing her leg up and down and twisting the fabric of her tight black yoga pants in a death grip. “Mmmm,” she moaned in frustration and despair and mounting pee desperation.
Jenna needed to have a drug test for her new job. Peeing in a cup. She was running some errands beforehand and when she felt the urge to go, she decided to save it for the test. It wasn’t supposed to take this long to get there, though. In fact, she should have been done and home by now, if it weren’t for this unexpected traffic. Always check your traffic app. Another thing she knew.
Jenna thought about abandoning the mission, pulling off the highway and shuffling into a coffee shop to pee. She fantasized about the clattering sound of the stall door slamming shut, the sensation of her soft lycra pants and pink cotton bikini panties sliding down her skin, and of the familiar surging relief in her groin. But no. She could wait. “It’s not that bad,” she decided. Plus, if she let it all out now, she would have to wait before she could do the test, and she needed to get it done soon to start work. She grunted in frustration.
Jenna’s need was to pee was increasing. She could feel the familiar hot pressure between her legs, and was starting to feel the pressure of her waist band across her tight stomach. She groaned in frustration and banged her hand against the steering wheel. She could make it; it was just going to be uncomfortable.
Jenna started to grind her tight, athletic butt cheeks into the car seat to help with her hold, but the brake lights in front of her blinked off, and she needed to drive. “At least we’re moving now,” she muttered under her breath, and turned up the radio. “But damn I have to pee. This suuucks.”
· * * *
Michael was at his desk in the lobby of DuraLab Services (a boring job) when he saw the tall woman with short blonde hair and bangs coming up the path outside with quick, mincing steps. She had black yoga pants that hugged her muscular thighs and followed the curve of her hips, ending against her belly button on her flat stomach. A flash of her flat tummy was exposed just where her white tank top ended. Michael saw the young woman toss an iced coffee cup into the trash with unusual force as she came up.
The woman power-walked right up to Michael – he could swear she gave a little sigh as she came in through the door – and introduced herself. “I’m here for an appointment,” she said, stress in here voice and talking fast. He had seen this before. “Sure,” he said. “I have you in our system. First I just need you to fill out these forms.”
· * * *
Jenna sat with her legs as tightly together as she could, twisting and driving her right heel into the floor like she was trying to dig a hole in it. Her bladder was nagging her incessantly and she knew she had made a mistake with this. She fantasized about running next door to the little restaurant – and it would be a run! – and finally just peeeeeing! Or about begging to be let in to use the bathroom here in the lab. Screw the test. But she had to get this done. Her leg bouncing was screwing up her handwriting and Jenna had to stop. She clenched every muscle below her waist hard, bit her lip as her crotch burned. Flip the page. Just one more. She checked boxes without hardly looking at them, and scribbled a signature before practically jumping out of her chair and rushing over to the reception desk.
· * * *
Bang! Michael jumped in surprise as the attractive customer slammed the clipboard down on his desk. “Sorry. All set. Can I please do the test now?” She asked. Michael saw her give a little curtsy. The woman looked flushed, like she had just gone for a quick jog, and her cheeks were starting to go red.
“Um, just a moment,” Michael said. “We have one other person in back, then we have to get everything all set. It should just be a minute or two.”
The woman looked crestfallen and her body dipped again as she quickly bent her knees twice before straightening back up. “OK,” she said, terse, and Michael had a great view of her beautiful round bottom as she moved back to her chair. The woman crossed her legs in a tight twist, right over left, with her right foot looping back around her left heel in a double knot. She puffed air from between her lips and began to bounce in her seat. One, two, three bounces and she was back up, across the room again in a flash, and back in front of the desk.
“I’m sorry, but I really need to go,” she said, her voice small and starting to range into a high pitch. I’ve been waiting for the test and now I need to go pretty bad. It won’t be much longer, right? Can I please go now? Please?”
Michael did want to help her. “I’ll go check,” he said, and went into the back to hurry the technician along. She was just about ready, and asked for Michael to escort the patient. Just as he got back to his desk, he heard a soft, muttered “Oh man,” and found the woman bent nearly double, with her hands in her crotch. When she realized Michael was there, she jerked upright and put her hands on her hips, rubbing them up and down her thighs. She looked at Michael pleadingly.
“They’re ready for you,” he said. “Follow me.”
“Ohthankgod,” the woman said, talking fast. She practically ran through the door to the back when Michael opened it.
· * * *
Julia, the lab tech, saw a woman practically jogging toward her, her cheeks flushed, blonde bangs sticking to her forehead, bent over a little bit with her hands across her stomach. “Uh oh, another one,” she thought.
“Hi, I’m Julia,” she said, stepping forward.
The patient gazed at her intently as Julia handed over a sample cup and started her speech: wipe first, pee into the cup, finish into the toilet. The woman grabbed it and curtsied in front of her, sucking on her lip.
“I’m so sorry, I just really have to go,” she said.
“Happens all the time,” Julia told her, but the woman had already turned and practically flew into the little bathroom, the door of which slammed closed and quivered. Julia had to stand guard to time her patient, make sure she didn’t try to smuggle in someone else’s sample or try any other funny business, so she stood outside the door. Maybe this desperate girl scene was an act. Wouldn’t be the first time. But the door was thin, and Julie immediately knew there was nothing untoward happening here. Julia heard “Oh no, oh no,” followed by a few shuffling steps, and the unmistakable plopping sound of a butt collapsing onto a toilet seat, the impact a little louder than usual. There was a half sigh, half moan sound, and a roaring jet of pee in the toilet. After a few seconds, the sound disappeared, then returned a few seconds later. It was a waterfall. “Poor girl,” Julia thought.
· * * *
Jenna was barely listening to the lab tech go through her spiel, her embarrassment matched only by her pulsing, burning need to urinate immediately. She was about to go in her pants, right outside of a bathroom, while this poor worker yammered on. She needed to PEE. She was going to explode!
Julia had no choice but to grab herself. “I’m so sorry, I just really have to go,” she whimpered, mortified, and grabbed the cup the second it seemed like she was allowed to do so. The race was on. Finally she could PEE! She streaked into the bathroom, little cup in one hand, her vagina tightly clenched with the other. She could feel every fold of her straining, engorged flesh through her thin yoga clothes.
Jenna slammed the door shut and began to curtsy frantically as she hooked her free hand into her waistband. She could feel her pee burning and surging within her, and it moved in knife-hot slow motion right to the edge of her lips. She was staring at the toilet, losing control.
“Oh no, oh no,” she whimpered, as the dam burst and she began to flood her panties. She got her pants down past her hips, then a little further, as urine rushed out of her tight, shaven pussy at an angle. Jenna threw herself across the room, pivoted, and collapsed onto the toilet.
“UUggghhhh,” the relief! OH god, finally! OH!
Her urine strained and surged out of her as her mouth went slack and she exhaled deeply. Her firm butt cheeks were squeezed tight on the toilet. The relief was heavenly. “Oh thank god,” she thought.
Then she remembered the sample! She still had the cup in her left hand, and placed it under her surging stream. Urine frothed in the cup violently, hitting her hand and nearly filling it in moments. Jenna pulled it aside and kept flowing into the toilet bowl, thankful that she had avoided peeing her pants.
Twenty seconds, 30 seconds, 40 seconds – her urine continued to surge, then flow, then trickle. Sighing again, Jenna sagged onto the toilet and forced out the last few drops. She took stock of the damp spot on her panties. She cleaned up as best as she could, and scolded herself for playing it so close. Thank god she had made it, though.
· * * *
Julia watched the woman emerge from the bathroom, holding her little cup, sweat on her top and with stooped, embarrassed shoulders, but still looking in her flushed face like she had just gotten the best news of her life. Total. Relief. The customer left as fast as she could.
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XLCR - A Marvel Cinematic Universe Line Desperation Story
Written By Bes31
Commissioned For Edward65
Fifteen Minutes…. Fifteen Minutes. Carol Danver pondered, watching events unfold through the window of her shabby Brooklyn apartment. She had bought the small place during the blip for those brief moments that the superhero would actually stay on earth, and those times were very short, even shorter where she was compelled to relax at home instead of completing another series of incredible feats. She was hardly home, and today just for fifteen minutes, and even this quarter-of-an-hour was broken by some jackass clipping a poor old lady on the side of the road before driving off. The only thing stopping her was the calculus she put in her head, would she still have time? It must not have mattered that much, as she blasted out the window.
There was a point in her life where Carol was normal, not blasting out of windows at mach speed, scanning above ground to the speeding cars that wrung the streets. Many years ago she came too close to Kree tech only for it to change her beyond comprehension, to whatever fantastical form she was now. Crowds of people peered at the flying girl (she wasn’t a regular) as Carol spotted the little red sedan that had done the cruel deed. She rocketed to the ground, and in a bout of histrionics, collided into the hood, folding the engine like an accordion. “WHAT THE FUCK!?” The man driving yelled at the sight to be seen, opening the car door only to fall to the Brooklyn street. Carol did not say a word, instead letting the driver mumble and mutter, she knew she was far more intimidating silent.
“Wh...Wh...What do you want!?”
“You know you hit a lady, right?” Carol gave him the benefit of the doubt.
“No… No,, y...you got the wrong guy. I would nev…. How did you see me?”
“8th floor. Rent controlled. Would you believe it?”
Carol swooped the man in his arms and disposed of him at the bin, making quick work of the process (fly away from the police station fast enough that you don’t need to sign paperwork and also fly with enough concussive force that the criminal would be on dream street when you get there). It allowed Carol to rocket back to her small Brooklyn apartment.
“Seven minutes….” She observed with snide. Though her moral obligation felt fulfilled, she’d spent far too long dealing with the criminal, and she might pay the price. Carol moved away from the clock, and instead turned towards the hardly-used toilets in the studio. She was charmed by it, but needed to turn it away. She didn’t have the time to remove her red bodysuit, or put it on again, and besides she could always wait till the meeting was finished. Still, Carol pondered, there were mountainous urges inside of her, it must have been days since the last time she had gone.
“It’ll be fine.” Carol made her case. “I’m a goddamn Superhero, I’ll be fine.” She turned away from the toilets, ignoring any urges that existed within her. And instead adjusted her boy-ish hair in the mirror, straightened out her suit and removed any engine-bits that remained, and rocketed away once again, this time to New Jersey, the Avengers Campus.
“It’ll be fine.” She repeated. “I’m a fucking superhero”. But as she would soon find out, no powers could have stopped what came next.
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New Jersey.
Avengers HQ (V. 2)
A dollop of an orange-red liquid had found itself inspected by multiple eyes, it had a radioactive glisten and smelled like battery acid. Maybe it was battery acid. The display caused Agent Maria Hill to turn away from the liquid. “I think I’ll pass on it.” She admitted as another set of hands poured the remainder of the vial into a convenient shot glass on the table, the oozy orange liquid setting into the cup with ease. The other set of hands belonged to Janet Van Dyne, a tall luscious woman who had hit her prime decades before Maria was born (and still was in it).
“It’s probably not that bad.” Janet gave a winking gesture, shaking the shot glass with a swiveling motion. The liquid had a scientific name that could fill up a book, but was commonly referred to XLCR. “A lot of guys say it works like a charm.”
“A lot of men.” A third voice made herself known, rested on a seat near the small table hosting the strange liquid. She was much younger than Ms. Hill or Mrs. Van Dyne, the Wakandan princess Shuri, who instead of arriving at the meeting dressed in heroic garb, fitted herself with jeans and a hoodie, “Created by men, tested by men. I’ll stick to tea.”
“One drop of this will wake you up faster than all the tea in China.” Janet swirled the shot glass some more before finally swigging it down. It had a horrid taste, acidic and sugary, but Janet put it down without heaving, letting a small smile appear afterwards. “It’s bad though.” She spoke through a grimace. Shuri followed the older lady, pouring down the small vial down her throat with only a pucker.
XLCR was a combat formula created to wake up someone during a long battle, to find energy within themselves that they didn’t even know existed. As the ladies who had populated today's large meeting gathered and socialized almost all of them had turned eventually to formula, most taking swigs from placed vials. Most shared in the displeasure but also recognized how their heart started beating faster, their mind raced slightly better, some of the more physical of the ladies even started acting out with a playful fighting game. Even Maria Hill, straight laced and sure footed, eventually took a swig for herself, figuring that she might as well join in on the fun.
It was all fun. It was also an extreme diuretic.
Which was something that a few of the ladies were starting to feel. For example Janet continued socializing but could feel her bladder begin to swell up, all far much faster than she was used to. Shuri felt the same, but had no time for relief just yet, she was busy socializing. The meeting was an odd occasion, almost every single female hero had been bunched together from all walks, for sure an interesting convention, and for many a chance to catch up with old friends.
It was also the unfortunate matter that the most modern brand of costumes did not allow for such quick relief. Take Janet, who draped a stool in the midst of past acquaintances, she was dressed in an armored, nearly skin-tight suit derived of nano-carbon that can adapt to the use of Pym Particles (which made her shrink, she was the Wasp after all) along with long steel wings folded upon her back. She couldn’t get out of this thing with a team of men, let alone in a stall by herself. From that, most female superheroes have trained their bodies to stop all but the most urgent urges, it’d be rare to find a lady in this room who doesn’t have a story of waiting 24 to 30 hours due to a long battle and an uneasy suit. But this story was different, Janet’s bladder was continuing to fill, as were most of the ladies in the room.
CRRAAACCCCCCKKKKK!!!!!!!
Any conversation ceased, as a sonic boom ringed across the meeting. It was Carol, who gave a knowing smile. She had made good time in the flight but still was fashionably late. “Let’s get started!” Maria’s voice cracked as well, Carol catching that the SHIELD leader was a bit more fidgety than usual, but still maintained some composure as the rest of the ladies journeyed to office seats in the outdoor hub. Carol had feared it would be just a meeting, and her fears had been realized. Maybe she could peace out and take a piss, She felt her bladder extend outwards and collide with the tight red suit she wore, making its presence known constantly but evoking little response.
The chairs around Carol filled as well, to her right a good friend. “Hello Captain.”
“Hello, Scarlet.” Wanda Maximoff smiled back, she was an imposing figure, dressed in all red including some spandex features that were new. She was also imposing in general, if you knew what Wanda was capable of you would run, hide and pray to God you hadn’t pissed her off in some bizarre way. Carol didn’t worry about such nonsense though (that said she wasn’t sure if she was actually old friends with Wanda or if Wanda altered reality to make it so). Wanda had appeared slightly before Carol had, and found herself with one of the glasses of XLCR in her hands, swooshing around the orange liquid.
“What’s that?” Carol was the last in the dark.
“XLCR. An energy drink made for battle. We’re supposed to try it out today.” Technically it hadn’t been approved for consumption, but bored, the women had begun drinking it. Wanda swigged down hers easily before smiling at Carol. “You sure don’t drink it for the taste.” Carol had noticed some of the other ladies had the drink, and felt compelled to get one herself, even though her bladder remained stingy. It isn’t THAT much more liquid, Captain Marvel figured, she stood up and grabbed a glass of the XLCR as well (a dire mistake). Returning to her seat she noticed a woman she didn’t know sitting a few rows ahead, almost out of time with a pencil work-skirt and stockings taking notes on lined papers. The lady came across distressed, her legs were crossed together, peeking over the sides of her shoulders as if needing to make an escape. Guess I’m not the only one who needs to go, Carol smiled to herself, putting off her inflated bladder as well.
Carol had spent many years of her life living alongside the Kree, a race of blue aliens that, without accounting for color, would come across humans: eyes, noses, arms, legs, all marked uncanny resemblance to a human. Their private parts, though, did not; and neither did their bathroom methods. It struck Carol early on that simply ‘taking a piss’ on a Kree planet wasn’t just going to happen, those first few years were marred by endless desperation and brazen searches for relief. Carol luckily chose a more revealing garment in those days, ending above her thigh that could allow her to simply pull the spandex to the side. She didn’t have that opportunity now, but was also trained, those years made her bladder durable and strong, so none of this 24-hour hold nonsense had racked her brain. Little did he know that the XLCR was pumping water so quickly into her bladder that in ten minutes she would hardly be able to walk.
It may have already affected Maria though. “Ladies, I uh…” Maria shifted weight around next to a small podium, hardly able to keep her legs still. I went thirty minutes ago, what’s happening? Maria thought, but not allowing any of this sudden desperation to affect the presentation writ large. “As you might have noticed, there are only women at this uh… meeting. It’s not a coincidence.” Maria adjusted her posture to click forward on a slide deck, the logo A-FORCE taking over the sizable screen behind Agent Hill.
“At SHIELD we…. Uh… .we believe that there are some issues through the galaxy that are best solved through a… oh god… a woman's touch. This is through all walks of life. Humans, Asgardians. Kree… uh… Other… uh… denominations.” For a second Maria almost seized all-together, collapsing inward into some form of a squatting position, clicking her legs together before standing up-right again. Carol could see that she was mortified, and had a good eye to tell that the SHIELD agent was extremely desperate, and getting worse. “Let me… introduce the team.”
“Somethings up with that drink...:” Wanda gave a slight note to Carol’s ear, she had donned a more elaborate dress than usual, with long strands of shining red spandex apparel that folded awkwardly onto the cheap folding chair she laid on. Wanda’s legs were crossed, tapping viciously across her thigh. It was around this point that Carol felt some strains as well, it wasn’t prodding her already full bladder as much as it stinged, breaking her confidence of simply holding until she got home.
On the small stage in front of them, Maria had drifted towards the sides, letting a quartet of “lower members” talk for her, draped in SHIELD garb though a little less precise. Agent May began, she was a taller, mature agent with strong-willed features, though she seemed to be bruised as well by sudden desperation. Still she maintained some control better than the pair of brunettes that stood alongside her (Agent Johnson and Agent Simmons, Carol made out their name tags), both nearly danced on the stage, sharing knowing glances between each other as they attempted some posture. The fourth was also in SHIELD wear, though had no look of an agent. Carol believed she was Jane Foster, who she only knew from being Thor’s ex-girlfriend, she was petite and small compared to the fighters, but maintained a steady portrait. Ms. Foster had been inducted into SHIELD after her break-up, and had taken a reconnaissance role, if Carol remembered correctly. Out of the entire bunch, she must’ve been the most normal.
It continued like this for a few excruciating minutes around the outdoor area. Each lady's bladder filled quickly and suddenly but none could swallow their pride to actually venture outwards for relief. Some had made strident efforts to hide any form of desperation, two Asgardians poached at the side of the meeting stood forcefully without much more than a lip bite. Valkyrie, a beauty poached in a white jump-suit almost seemed in competition with the other Asgardian, warrior-beauty Lady Sif. Far off she could also spot Natalia Romanoff peeking through, stationed in her usual black jump-suit zipped down just enough to show cleavage, she remained balanced despite her face being much paler than usual. Besides them, everyone else was bursting, and not privately, including Carol-- whose legs were now bent inwards, adjusting in her seat as her bladder began to boil.
There was one last problem to be accounted for to explain how this disaster occurred. Avengers HQ was a leading Marvel, created to be the perfect insulation for superhero activity and experimentation; it was to be the place where superheroes were comfortable. The problem is: it was destroyed by Thanos, and the construction of the new Avengers HQ had only just begun, leaving these ladies perched in an unfinished site, some buildings open but many un-built. And, of course, only one bathroom stall. In the entirety of Avengers HQ, there was only ONE toilet, and many many more desperate girls running out of time.
It took about three more minutes to begin.
Somewhere in between the meeting and the stall was the first lady truly losing control. Shuri, who had been one of the first to drink the strange liquid found herself riled in a desperate haze, ranting and raving as she jogged to the toilet. “Ahh bastard!” The princess curled inwards, her feet bent inside her hand lodged around her crotch, squeezing the denim of the tight jeans she wore. This all felt different, a stinging, encompassing pain and immediate desire to relieve the liquid that was piling up, a desire more intense than any brief encounter with desperation she had experienced prior.
Shuri committed to finding that door, and after some hooks and turns had found what ‘seemed’ to be a toilet, at least it had a decorative sign saying “Ladies” next to it. She smiled and approached the door with another seize, relief closer than ever. But as she reached out to grab the handle, she heard a metallic click from behind the door, it had been locked. “Hey! What the?” Shuri bent over at the locked door, knocking incessantly. She needed to get in NOW. “What’s the deal?”
“I’m sorry.” A muffled voice came from behind the wooden door. “I couldn’t hold it any longer okay?”
“You think I can! Ah--- shit.” Shuri bent forward again, wondering how she was passed. Little did she know that as she made the slow break to the open toilet stall, so did someone else under her feet. Hope Van Dyne had appeared at the meeting with her mother also dressed in her snazzy costume, skin-tight made of hard carbon nano-tubes. Unlike her mother, she arrived desperate, and the pain had only accumulated as the meeting progressed. She broke off, shrinking herself to the size of a wasp so one saw her leave, and as Shuri swooped into the door handle, Hope jogged through the bottom of the door, boosting to full size and locking the door.
It was cruel, but it was necessary. Hope felt like she was about to pop, her bladder stabbing against her stomach. She danced around as she navigated the small bathroom; she would have to remove her tight, unruly costume to get sweet relief, but that would prove difficult in tight corridors filled with boiling piss. At least Hope knew it would take time, time she wasn’t sure she had with the Wakandan princess trying to bang down the door, extremely desperate in her own way. She began immediately, attempting to zipper down the navy suit while squeezing down on her urethra with her left hand.
At the meeting the suffering truly started to begin. Carol stood from her seat, legs crossed out of habit and analyzed the situation as it grew. There was a consistent hum of groans and the exasperated pleas of suddenly desperate girls. Agent Hill had requested silence though, even if her body could not stop itself from dancing. “We’re almost done.. If I can wait, so can all of you.” She could not wait, and Carol could see the panic setting in her eyes. But still no one got up from their seats, at least as much as Carol could see, she spread her legs forward, almost to stretch out the desperation, but it was only growing.
Inside the toilet, the bursting Hope had turned into a manic form, clawing at the zippers, loops and didgeridoos that made it near impossible for her to take off her garment. The toilet, fresh and clean, loomed over her as she bent forward, trying to ignore the incessant pounding on the door. “Can’t you just shrink and piss somewhere else. I can’t wait much longer.” Shuri attempted to problem solve, but Hope was far too gone for a change, she kept pulling at the tough cloth, attempting to maintain any separation. “If you grow, your bladder will get bigger. God just let me in!” Shuri pounded on the door, which Hope ignored out of pride.
“Oh God.” A voice clinged out from the row in front of her. Carol leaned in to see the lady in an old-school pencil skirt and fishnets moaning. She vaguely remembered her to be Peggy Carter, an old agent and fling of Steve Rogers back in the 40’s, brought to modern times through time travel shenanigans Peggy was seemly at most junctures but not right now, as she was at the beck and call of a quickly bursting bladder.
“Agent Carter?” Hill asked like she didn’t know what her status was. Peggy climbed out of the small chair, finding herself twisted and contorted, her hands covering a purse which pushed down on the pencil skirt.
“Ah heavens, I need the ladies room.” She proclaimed, losing any sort of quiet distress. “Where is it?”
“Down the hall, take a right.” Hill responded, many of the other ladies heads rang up as Maria Hill answered a question that they had but were afraid to ask. Almost immediately, many of the meeting stood up and excused themselves, some with a nervous prance trying to maintain any elegance they still had, some making an effort to walk, even if it meant falling behind. Carol was in the ladder category, standing up alongside, noticing a weight shift as her bladder fell downward, giving her a slight jolt of desperate pain.
But whatever speed her dash was going to be, Carol was stopped instead, not only by the crowd of ladies who were heading to the same place, but by poor Peggy, who in a complete desperate haze, fell back behind the crowd of desperate girls, and as Peggy crossed where Carol stood, her bladder gave in-- the first to go. Peggy stopped and seized, Carol standing to see the navy pencil skirt darken slightly, fishnets suddenly dripping piss. Carol’s bladder jolted harder than before as she watched the display, and she bit her lips, forcing herself to ignore her pain and instead care for the lady. Peggy almost wept, standing over the first of many puddles, as Carol, Wanda helped her with the Asgardians, who also stuck behind. “God, I can’t believe that happened…” Peggy admitted, almost shell shocked.
“It’s got to be that drink.” Carol remarked. “It’s not your fault, I think everyones a little desperate right now. Even Asgardians.” Carol turned her eyes to Valkyrie who smirked away, she was the most steady of the bunch, though even her movements were becoming disjointed and erratic. Still, Carol wished she could reciprocate such confidence, completely ignoring how her bladder, full and distended, pushed down on her with a sudden severity. It had also dawned on the Captain that due to this slight moment of help, she fell behind the whole swath of women now heading for the bathroom, if she was going to get there she was going to wait.
Inside the bathroom stall, Hope examined what must have been a new-found rip on her uniform, clawed out through her intense disrobing. She was so close, the top portion off with the carbon nano-tube laced pants still remaining, skin-tight to her quivering legs. She had felt her bladder skyrocket while taking off these clothes, turning from extreme desperation to something of the likes she had never experienced before, her face was red from focus and misery, dancing around, pulling any sort of gizmo to remove the pants. But it wasn’t happening. Hope bent over, adhering to almost a cramping pain on her bladder, crying for help, and the liquid released itself, a forceful surge of piss finding containment through the tight pants. Hope watched with defeated expressions as her reflection showed the pants soak through, making a large puddle on the ground.
Outside the bathroom was another discouraging site. Shuri sat by the door, in a fetal position, puddle surrounding her as well, soaking through the designer jeans she would now need to throw out. She was not defeated as much as pissed off, catching eye at the swarm of ladies who saw her. “What happened?” One of the SHIELD agents asked, once again knowing the answer.
“One toilet… And the bitch took her time.” Some of the ladies went to help Shuri up, even if their still filling bladders made it difficult to muster such a feat. Some ladies ignored the princess, instead turning to finding their respective place in the line for said one toilet. Black Widow had taken the first position, but to the naked eye she seemed less extremely desperate and more slightly annoyed, she stood with a leg crossed over the other, biting the side of her lip. Natalia had never taken a “Bladder Training” course at the Kremlin, but years of experience on the field gave her talent in this strange field, and a pain tolerance that exceeded most of the other ladies around her.
One particularly desperate woman took second place in the line. Agent Daisy Johnson looked absolutely desperate, shaking her legs back and forth almost like a stationary jog, sometimes squeezing at the tight leather pants she found herself in. Agent Johnson was rather casual for a SHIELD agent, with a carefree attitude and slight ego for her position, but those pieces were being destroyed by her at the moment. Johnson could also cause vibrations in objects that surrounded her, these seismic pulses gave her the alias Quake, though she didn’t need her powers to vibrate under the strain of her full bladder, even if her face refused to show her own panic. Daisy turned her head over shoulders to the other SHIELD agent behind her, spastic field Agent Jemma Simmons, whose British customs and charms should have clashed with the vibrating girl, but they had maintained a nice friendship. “You alright?” Johnson asked her colleague.
“Uh… Fine as I’ll ever be.” Jemma shook her body around, forcing a smile.
“Yeah… What the Hell do you think is going on?” Jemma would have a better idea, Daisy reckoned, given she was far more of a tech geek than herself.
“I don’t know… Something in that drink must have made our kidneys go into overdrive…. I’ve never felt anything like this before.” There was a tinge of fear in Jemma’s voice which made Agent Johnson cackle, it couldn’t possibly get that bad, she reasoned to herself. As she chuckled Agent Johnson turned back towards the bathroom door, and the face of the Black Widow staring down at her with empathy in her eyes.
Both members of SHIELD but at different levels of the organization, Agent Johnson had worked with and developed a nice camaraderie with Nat, and now Nat took pity on the agent and her friend. “You can go ahead of me.” She said with a smile, a moment of selfless care that was sure to be noticed by the ladies that stood behind her. Natalia traded places, though even in that slight conversation she felt her bladder pains gain considerably, was that a mistake? She thought to herself without an expression on her face.
Behind the sudden crowd, Carol and Wanda strided down the hall, recognizing that they had lost any chance of an immediate piss at least. Wanda moaned, she could reality itself but couldn’t do anything about her small bladder (or could she?) Carol felt the disappointment and shock as well, her legs were jagged straight, hips crooked leaning against an arm, not a desperate display but one that could not remain steady. The ladies and red turned to each other, both recognizing their growing extreme desperation.
“Do you have any ideas?” Carol asked. Wanda was doing a potty dance like a child, a 1-2 step while bent forward. “Maybe some magic?”
“Don’t ask me to do magic now, I’m about to piss my pants!” Wanda complained.
“Well we gotta do something…” Carol gave a worrying glance, she started to feel reminded of long Kree stake-outs, trapped in skin-tight military wear that was designed for the Kree, and not for a human girl with human needs. If her bladder was growing so fast, how much longer would it be till she reaches a desperation beyond she has ever felt before? Wanda must be already at that point. Watching her friend suffer, an idea came to the Captain. “What if you just create another bathroom?”
“Another bathroom, where?”
“No… You… eugh… You bend reality! Create a bathroom so we can go!”
“Oh… I can try.” Red sparks began to exude from the newly focused Scarlet Witch. Beyond her gasps and desperate heaves she began constructing something. Beyond her, Valkyrie and Lady Sif approached, even in the few seconds that had elapsed from their separation, the Asgardians were suddenly much more under the influence of their inflated bladders. Valkyrie walked slowly, thighs slightly bent forward, still no holding.
“Is there anywhere else we can go? I’m afraid this predicament is only getting worse?” Carol looked over to Wanda, bending reality through her own desperation, and to the ladies right, a door had started to appear from out of nowhere. The door said “Ladies” on the front.
As the strong-bladdered girls found their own relief, Hope continued to stand behind the door, not realizing the immense group of dying girls behind the steel door. Hope attempted to manage her slight guilt and embarrassment, not realizing that every second she waited, all the other ladies suffered even greater. And after thirty more seconds, a breaking point was met.
“Oh… oh no.” Near the end of the line a voice cried out. It was Maria Hill. After the grueling presentation, she had found herself far away from the crowd as they congregated to the single toilet stall. She also was the first woman to drink the XLCR, and after a short but painful fight, she had finally gone too far. Maria bent forward, seeing the group of ladies turn their heads to the moans, their attentions given just in time for an incredible deluge of piss to escape out of her and slide down her skin-tight leather pants. Agent Hill attempted to back up, to stop the stream any way she could, but it would not bulge, her muscles tired, refusing to strengthen back up again. Maria looked up as the stream weakened, she had pissed her pants, but no mind was given, instead eyes were already turned to someone else.
The accident had caused a chain reaction. Janet Van Dyne was the second to drink the strange liquid, and now nearly fell over from the spurts of liquid that rained down inside of her. Without much thought, it broke through, expelling waters that poured down the legs of her nano-tubed suit. Janet moaned, attempting to place back on her helmet so she could shrink down to lose the shame, but it refused to work, instead Janet let go of her entire bladder as well. These two accidents occurred almost simultaneously, and for the Black Widow it was almost too much, she felt her own bladder sticking through and colliding with her tight leather suit. She bounced around, creating distance and practically losing her place in line. The accidents also troubled the other SHIELD agents, Agent May gave a wacky dance, pushing any way she could through her tight pants to provide support, Agent Foster had fallen into a form of a squat position, knees colliding together constantly as she whimpered to herself, her eyes pried open, almost twitching. All of them were feeling desperation beyond any they had felt before.
That applied for the Asgardians as well. Lady Sif and Valkyrie backed up from Wanda’s magical display, finding a secluded corner of the room. They did not know each other very well, but were able to chide together in these shockingly desperate moments. Asgardians were superior in many ways, and bladders were usually one of those ways. Descended from generations of drunkards and feasters, Asgardians bladders were practically made of titanium, but that had only made the current desperate bout more unusual and extreme. Valkyrie used to be a drunkard to, and would make weeks long treks without a piss. Lady Sif could hold it for months.
And yet, they looked at each other, both feeling their bladders swell to degrees they had never imagined before. “You’ll be fine.” Lady Sif reminded Valkyrie in her calming voice. Both ladies were fierce foes on the battlefields, great warriors beyond the comprehension of almost any human, but they were facing a shared opponent that struck down on one weakness they didn’t even know they had. Lady Sif couldn’t fight her way out of a full bladder, though she wished she could try, instead she tugged on the seams of her brown leather pants. She was one of the lucky ones who had found herself in actual pants instead of a one-piece suit, and had worked up the energy to put it into use. Lady Sif distanced herself from Valkyrie, who watched the warrior walk away into the near open field, averting from any other watching eye, and pull down her tight pants over a small bush. Lady Sif squatted into the plant, Valkyrie caught an incredible stream of piss coming from between her legs which only made her more desperate than ever, cursing the tight suit she had donned. Valkyrie felt some warmth spread between her legs, but squirmed it shut as she turned to the other remaining desperate girls and away from her relieving friend.
It was around this point that desperation was no longer a good word to describe what these super-powered ladies were dealing with, it was more fitting to describe it as a body-breaking experience, their bladders reaching fullness that couldn’t possibly be healthy, the rims of their bladders stretching out, sending painful messages throughout the body. Black Widow shivered, clutching the lone zipper on her jumpsuit which had slowly rid down as the desperation commenced, constantly sliding her covered legs against each other. Nat still placed herself second in the line, surrounded by four beyond desperate SHIELD agents all fighting their soaring bladders in their own ways. The agent one behind caught her eye the most, Agent Jemma Simmons, who was a spastic, almost adorable agent mumbling to herself in a high pitched British accent.
“Oh Goodness me… Oh goodness me” Simmons had been energetic and twee in her attempts to hold her full bladder earlier in this voyage, but now was resigned to a stationary position in the line, knees buckled, arms crossed in front of her thighs, head down in an exasperated state of misery. Like the other SHIELD agents, Simmons was dressed in the tight navy battle wear though she seemed almost out of place in such an extreme costume, it’s tightness certainly doing a number on her overfilled bladder. Nat could also see that around her crotch, the navy was dyed just slightly darker than usual, little spurts must have been creeping out of her body and sliding down her tight pants leg. Nat could feel her own bladder wage a war, but also could tell that the agent would need it far more than she did.
“Agent Simmons?” Black Widow called out, breaking the spell of the Brit, who looked up to the red-head. “You can go ahead of me if you want.”
“Oh! No, no, certainly not. You shouldn’t.” Manners pushed through even at this point of complete desperate panic. Nat smiled, she didn’t dish out help usually so she hardly had time for someone rejecting it.
“Don’t worry about it. It’s not a big deal.” Nat slid behind Simmons as the agent awkwardly shuffled her sore desperate body a few steps closer in the line, a smile seen on her face from the good deed. Nat also felt some warmth in her heart, but that might also be coming from her raging bladder, she crossed her legs over and bit her lips almost deep enough to draw blood, but she didn’t move an inch in the line-- she was going to wait. It was also at this point that finally a miracle struck. Hope, who had taken far too long to put on her sprawling suit through tears, finally creeped out the bottom of the door, not stepping through it but turning the lock, causing a swiveling click. Agent Johnson recognized the click, and stuck her ear to the door.
“Hello?” She cried out, hearing nothing back. Johnson looked down, unable to hear a peep front the other end and with a bounce she gave up the show. “Screw it” Daisy opened the bathroom door to find it completely empty, stopping in her tracks for a second before darting to the toilet, Nat could see her struggle with the tight pants as the door swiveled shut, allowing the desperate line to move one step closer, Simmons now standing at the door, butt sticking out as she bent over, rotated and jagged in position. Inside the single bathroom stall, Daisy made quick work of the brutal pants, stripping them off with only one or two spurts of piss exiting out before she collapsed onto the toilet seat, pissing partially through her ruined black panties, eventually sliding them to the side as she gave a moan of relief. The piss jetted out as quick as she could, not wanting to let her other agents suffer any longer.
It wasn’t fast enough though, as the bubbling piss inside all the ladies continued to rise, including inside Nat, who froze, not wanting to appear with a dance or a jig, sliding eyes together at the other girls alongside her, trying to hide the fear from her face. Her eyes carried over to Agent Foster, she was by far the most normal of the entire bunch, a slight scientist, extremely short and petite for a SHIELD agent, and the expression on her face told the same story. She was mortified, squatting over in the thigh SHIELD outfit rocking back and forth on her toes. Jane had enjoyed the display a few minutes ago, never seeing so many heroic ladies so incredibly desperate before, but now was as miserable as anyone, she looked up to Nat with tears in her eyes, she didn’t want to have an accident too.
“You can go ahead of me.” Nat gave her permission as well, moving her back to third in the line. Her body was screaming at the choice, her insides were croaking but she knew they needed it more than she did. It wasn’t as simple as with Simmons though, because as Jane crossed over in line next to Nat she also crumpled a bit, and before Nat could turn her head Jane had begun to piss her pants.
“Ahh!!” Jane panicked, bent downwards and pushing all of her force onto her urethra, she stretched like a rubber band, somehow managing to control the unbelievable amount of force that belied inside of her, giving a loud moan. “Oh my God… Oh my God, I’m going to pop!” Jane yelled through tears. Jemma watched her fellow agent scream in agony, but attempted to ignore it, she was so incredibly desperate and could make a theatrical display of it too, and she was right there, listening to Agent Johnson wash her hands. Nat did not miss her though, and called out to the bouncy SHIELD agent.
“Agent Simmons, let Ms. Foster, go ahead of you.” Jemma turned her head, about to launch a tirade of desperate pleas.
“But…”
“Let her go.” Jemma nodded, and she backed away from the top spot, allowing the smaller Foster to bounce into the toilet stall once Johnson got out. Foster wasted no time at all, knowing she couldn’t wait to take off the tight pants, instead she simply sat on the toilet and piss directly into the pants itself, some falling into the toilet stall but most riding the thick leather down through the pants and around her feet. Jane panicked on the stall and before she knew it was standing up, pissing all over the grounds of the single toilet. Mortified, Jane pondered whether to open up the now ruined toilet stall with piss sloshing all throughout the ground, or save face and clean it. She knew how desperate the ladies were, and yet she just needed to save her Pride just a little bit more. Jane pulled every roll of toilet paper she could from under the sink and began to blop the incredible puddle of piss.
Down the hallway, Captain Marvel waited with baited breath as the final pieces of the assembled bathroom came together, Scarlet Witch bending reality itself so they could have a place where they could pee. Valkyrie had joined them, with Lady Sif opting to piss in the grass instead of wait for its completion. The warrior Asgardian had rejoined Valkyrie with a relieved smile. “Why did you do that? To mock me?” Valkyrie shifted weight on her legs as she looked over to her non-desperate friend.
“Please, I was desperate.” Lady Sif smiled back, taking some unique pleasure from seeing Valkyrie struggle. Valkyrie was at one point a drunkard, but could even go months of drinking before needing to step food into a toilet stall. She worried for the toilet she would ruin with what had to be an imperceptible amount of piss, Lady Sif’s squat had basically turned a flower-bed into a lake. Valkyrie crossed her legs together, catching eye of Carol Danvers, who was similarly waiting patiently but desperately, refusing to be anything but composed, her bladder so large, indenting her blue-and-red jumpsuit that she almost looked pregnant.
“Agh!!” Wanda gave a shrivelled cry as the red flashes and particles suddenly ceased, the bathroom had been finished just in time for the ladies to rush into it, but it wasn’t done fast enough for Wanda. Finished, Wanda fell to her knees, moaning as piss flooded around her and out of her tight spandex red suit, she cried as the piss, almost endless shot out. Carol twitched over, helping out her now wet friend, ignoring the piss that surrounded her, even touching her boots. She was the only one to help, selfishly, Valkyrie jetted ahead, pushing onto the newly entrenched in reality bathroom, pulling on the door only for it to budge. She danced around pulling on the tight door,
“It’s Stuck!” Valkyrie cried, piss nearly coming out of her eyes. Carol ignored the Asgardian's pleas, still caring for Wanda (somehow piss still coming out of her frail body). With no choice, Valkyrie pulled at the hinges of the door at full strength. She ripped the door cleanly away, throwing it to the side before rushing in. But before Valkyrie could undress and finally relieve herself, she stopped in horror, witnessing the problem she created, the toilet was in complete sight of the now non-existent door, anyone looking that way would see her piss. Valkyrie squealed, she had no desire for letting the world see her desperation, but she also felt the pain of a million full bladders inside of her. She made a judgement call, she ripped off her white jumpsuit within eye-short of Carol and Wanda, revealing what lies beneath, a perplexingly beautiful naked body, fit and muscular with large breasts who had been aching to get out. Valkyrie knew that Captain Marvel could see her, but she could no longer refuse the call of nature, and she sat down on the toilet, naked beyond her jumpsuit still covering the bottom of her legs, falling to the ground. She released a massive stream of piss down the newly created toilet, stopping any moans that arrived from the near orgasmic experience, contorting her body to prevent any signs of nudity to be shown from her deeply nude body.
Carol heard the jet stream of piss and looked up, every movement starting to push down on her incredibly full bladder. She saw Valkyrie relieve herself through the doorway, her cheeks went red as she observed the situation. “What did you do!?” Carol turned her head to the removed door.
“I’m sorry!” Valkyrie responded, also red in the face. “I couldn’t wait.” Carol danced around as she saw the scene. She couldn’t pee like that, she didn’t have the guts to. Carol now knew that the only place she was going to pee was the sole bathroom down the hall, but she knew there’d still be a line. She bent over, pushing down on her strained urethra. I can fucking hold it, I’m a god damn superhero. Carol repeated in her mind as she boosted over to the other toilet, clutching down on her body with one hand not to wet herself while in flight. As she expected, there were still three people in line, two SHIELD agents and Black Widow, without drawing attention she slid into the fourth spot, holding herself at all cost.
“Why’d you make me do that!?” Simmons anxiously moaned at Nat, who was starting to match the SHIELD agents position, bent over, legs crossed. “I’m going to bloody explode!” Simmons was losing her temper and her piss as well, leaned against a nearby wall, pushing down as hard as I can.
“You can hold it longer than she can, that’s why.” Nat attempted to justify, but it didn’t change the fact that every person that went before them only made it more likely that the remaining girls were bound to piss their pants. Nat really didn’t want that to happen, she couldn’t imagine letting go in front of all these people. As the desperation had persisted, many of the relieved girls had taken a station near the toilet, chatting some form of empathy about this collective moment of extreme desperation. Nat couldn’t imagine pissing in front of all of them, but every ticking second made it more likely, she shifted her weight to find a comfort that didn’t exist.
Agent Simmons was also on edge for a reason, never in her life had she needed to pee this bad, and now she felt like a delirious school child, potty dancing in front of her teachers. People like Black Widow and Captain Marvel were a higher tier in the grand superhero establishment, and today was supposed to be the day where she proved her worth to them. Instead she was now being lectured by Black Widow about how to hold her pee longer. Her cheeks were permanently spotted red with shame as she waited for Jane to open the door. God could she take any longer. If I don’t get a wee soon then…
“Eugh!!” Agent May, who now stood in between Nat and Carol gave a cry that broke Jemma’s train of thought. She had held it quiet and diligently, but it simply was for far too long, as the SHIELD agent backed almost sprinted away from the line, as she hustled out piss lined the ground from where she ran down the hallway. Agent May somehow composed herself to search for toilets and she scanned the halls as pissed continued to drive out of her, all before spotting the door for a ladies room laying on the side of the hall. She slid in only to see Valkyrie, still sitting and pissing, some of the piss starting to exit out of the toilet bowl. Defeated, Agent May let go of what remained in the doorway Valkyrie gave a dastardly smile, piss finally starting to sputter out of her urethra.
It was another accident, and it seemed to have finally been the one that pushed the final three ladies over the edge to another level. Carol stepped back and started to dance rapidly, piss beginning to spurt out any opportunity it got like a leaking bucket, she felt the maligned panties she was wearing underneath the suit start to dampen. Nat wore nothing under her suit, so she only felt the spurts that overtook her body roll down her leg. And Simmons could no longer hold it, she sputtered, still bent over, periodically losing piss, wetting down her pants as she tried to get it to stop. Her attempts were only so successful, some seconds she’d have it under control, some seconds her bladder would cramp hard and she would lose some more piss. “Ahh! I can’t hold it.”
Simmons pretzelled harder than she had ever done before. Her bladder felt like a cramping muscle, forcing the body to release some of the pent up liquid before it ripped and spilled all throughout her body. The only thing stopping her from an accident was what remained of her tattered pride. She needed help, fast. Luckily for Jemma, Nat was already in a selfless mood, the also desperate Russian stepped forward to Simmons and knowingly, reached down to around the fly of Simmons’ tight navy pants, she pushed upon the pants, spurring extra pressure on the poor SHIELD agents body. Sweat beaded down both girls as Jemma, assisted, somehow managed to regain some control, still shaking but with the added pressure she no longer felt piss escape out of her urethra. She gave a loving smile to Black Widow, not bad for a first impression. It took until then for Jane Foster to swing the door open, cleaned up and ready to allow the next person in. That was Jemma who distanced herself from Nat as she rushed into the toilet, pulling down the tight pants and luckily getting to sit on the porcelain throne, and letting another massive stream of piss.
Carol had watched this event unfold only boosting her overflowing bladder. She seized and crouched and danced and folded up but nothing was working, nothing was helping her poor full bladder. Carol remembered those brutal endless Kree missions, how she would return home after days of travel, rip off her suit and lay in a gusher of piss into whatever receptacle she could reach first, her eyes bubbling with pleasure as she watched the stream appear. Carol so desperately wished to pee, and now she was as close as ever. She had watched the display between Simmons and Nat, not just Nat helping the SHIELD agent hold but also watched the body of Nat as she focused. Almost no one else noticed but as she held Jemma, piss had escaped out of Nat’s one-piece, fully wetting herself without anyone knowing (perks of wearing a black suit). No longer desperate, Nat slinked away in her wet one-piece leaving Carol as the last lady with a full bladder
They were watching her too.
Carol gingerly approached the door where she could hear uproarious sighs of relief coming from on the toilet, piss still coming out. She squeezed together turning backwards and sighing. She was a military girl, hard pressed and badass, surely she couldn’t wet herself like the others in front of this crowd. Carol bounced up and down, trying to wait patiently as her bladder waged war inside her body, she was near tears, looking down she saw her stomach was all distended outwards, so much piss being held back by her body. She struggled, but inside the toilet the toilet flushed, and Carol perked up, she was so close to sweet relief.
But then something caught her eye from down the hall, a blue-ish speck drew nearer and nearer until. Suddenly a robotic form flew around the ladies and fell to the ground, a custom designed Iron-Man suit for a woman. It was Pepper Potts, who seemed worse for wear inside the suit. The ladies gathered around the suit which had fallen to the ground as Pepper Potts climbed out of it. The ladies gasped as she crawled out.
“Something’s… Wrong…. Can’t Go… In Suit.” Pepper fell to her back, revealing an incredible mound around her stomach. She almost looked late-term pregnant, but it wasn’t a child, it was piss. Outside the suit, Pepper, dressed in athletic clothes, spurted out an incredible stream of piss, immediately deflating that beyond human-ability bladder size. Pepper must have taken the XLCR before fighting foes, she might have had to wait hours before finally relieving herself with a bladder that big. It was beyond words, and for Carol, the straw that broke the camel's back.
“AHH NO!!!” Carol screamed as she backed up, her body thrusting itself slightly into the air as she felt the abominable amount of pressure under her crotch give him. Floating above the bathroom door, she delivered a matching stream, falling through her jumpsuit and clashing at the piss-soaked floors like raindrops. Carol twitched, watching piss surround all over her, the day of waiting and the XLCR created an impeccable amount of piss, refusing to end despite seeing the mass of ladies looking up to her.
Carol was so embarrassed she could die, as she slowly fell back to earth, clutching downwards in a fetal position in the massive puddle of her own piss, almost sobbing. “I’m… I can’ believe I did that… I’m so sorry.” Not all stories had sad endings though, Agent Simmons pushed the door open completely relieved, sighing, watching the incredible scene, her boots wading through an inch of piss on the ground. “Well, This has never happened before.” She jokingly spoke as she saw the mind-boggling scene.
“You can say that again!” Agent Hill said garnering an empathetic laugh. “So…. No one has to know about this right?” Hill continued garnering laughs and nods from all corners of the now relieved girls. Shuri was right about the XLCR, it was not tested on ladies, and when tests took place afterwards it was found to be a diuretic with a potency they had never seen before, the project was shelved. As for the day itself, the ladies decided that as long as no one told anyone else about it, such an event could be forgotten. And so it was, the ladies banded together so no man ever heard about the time that almost all of them lost control of their bladders in one ten minute period. And when it was all said and done, Agent Hill made it priority number one that there were much much much much more bathrooms installed on the new Avengers HQ, despite being confused how two existed when only one was built previously.
As for Carol, piss drenched and miserable, she returned home back to her apartment in New York City, before disrobing out of the jumpsuit and placing it in her laundry. She looked in the mirror, her bladder was deflated but it still seemed swollen and sensitive after the long day, her kidneys hurting from all the holding as well. Carol decided to take it easy for a few days, and that from now on, no more long holds. Still though, staring at the mirror, she was reminded of those Kree days, and how she felt so… alive after relief, and how it made her feel so strange and…. Hot. Carol smiled into the mirror with a devilish grin.
“Maybe a few more long holds… For old times sake.” She smiled as she jumped into the shower. “Why not? I’m a goddamn superhero.”
The End.
Edited July 31, 2020 by bes31
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Hello l’m Angelica you can call me angel Today I have a weekly meeting at this hospital.
This weekly meeting is very time-consuming, so accidents can happen all the time, such as using the toilet so I put a moisture absorbing pad on my vagina and put on my underwear.I dressed in a nurse uniform before wearing my underwear. I walked to the box, put on a absorbent pad and opened it, but unfortunately it is all gone.
( Okay, I can't put any absorbent pads on. I think i can stand )
I put on my floral underwear and headed to the hospital. I arrived at the hospital in 10 minutes. The meeting was about to start and I hurried to step up and enter the meeting room in time.I sat my regular seat and a nurse sat beside me greeted me.
“ Hey Angelica Long time no see ”
She is Demonica, my rival nurse. We have known each other since childhood. Compete from a young age, whether studying, working.
“ Good morning everyone ” Our department head Vivian came to the meeting room.
“ Good morning Vivian ” Everyone got up from the seat, inviting Vivian to sit to open the meeting.The meeting began. Everyone in the meeting room received a glass of cold water.
The meeting went smoothly without any problems. The cold water of everyone in the meeting room was gone one by one but Demonica was the one who drank as much water as I observed now. and the time was before noon. I started to urge from the bladder but it still didn't have much effect I still held it comfortably and I noticed some of the nurses attending this meeting, including Damonica, moving their thighs, but they were still unaffected and sipping cold water.
It's noon But the hospital meetings do not have time to go to lunch or go to the bathroom, so the staff will provide snacks at the meeting room is a chocolate cake side by side with another glass of orange juice, and the people in the meeting room quickly handle it and continued meeting. About half an hour passed and I felt more pressure in the bladder, but not the only one who felt pressure in the bladder. Almost all nurses in the meeting room began to squeeze the thighs and push their hands between their legs.
“ How long will this meeting take? ” Demonica spoke up as she crossed her legs and slightly shook her butts.
“ You know that weekly meetings spend the day in meetings. ” I responded to Demonica as I began to move my thighs a bit, the coldness from the air conditioner and the coldness of the water that flowed through my stomach caused me to continually increase the pressure on my bladder. I took my coat that I wore when I drove to the hospital to my lap to warm the bladder to make the bladder unresponsive at the moment that I was about to pick up my robe, I heard the fart of my other nurse and I saw Vivien's strange symptoms. She is sometimes rubbing her abdomen or tensing her buttocks but I didn't pay much attention.
After an hour, Vivian began to stutter, and the side nurse and nurse on my other side used my buttocks to push the chair back. Contracting with a fart sound that starts to be heard more and more clearly Demonica crossed her legs more intensely than before, her hands being protruding until she saw a white panties but was covered by her stockings and gagged in her vagina, and other nurses wouldn't. May be still, someone shakes his own back and forth Some people got up slightly from the chair to make it easy to squeeze their thighs. I am no different from them, but I can stay still, but I have to contract the pelvic muscles all the time. If I relax, my pee will come out and my skirt will get wet immediately.
Time has passed, until now, with one hour left. The meeting will stop. All nurses now can't focus on the meeting. Now they must try to not let it come out in the meeting room. Vivian now no longer conceals her symptoms. She got out of the chair, contracting the sphincter muscles and filling her hands with her anus, not letting it out. Demonica had contracted the pelvic floor muscles more than ever, but now her underwear has clearly become darker. She closed her eyes and tears washed her cheeks and told me that
“ A…..Angel, I think I…...I will not h…..hold it f…...for long. ” I didn't listen to that Demonica said because now I'm focused on my pelvic muscles and I get out of my chair and cross my legs violently.
After some time, some nurses could no longer hold anything in their intestines or bladder.They began to pull down their stockings and underwear and sat squatting
“ Sorry, Vivian. I can't keep holding on…….AH! ”
PSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Some nurses pee out, but there are some who are unable to discuss the skirt or pull her underwear in time, and their skirts have dark patches and golden liquid flowing out on their legs and the pile of feet together.
“ Sorry, I couldn't take off my skirt. ” She blushed with tears in her cheeks and her pee slowly poured out.
What I saw made me more nervous and it made me leak. My skirt had no dark patches, but my underwear was so moist that it could not handle the golden liquid until it drip a little on the floor but then Damonica turned red and started to cry and told me
“ I can't hold anymore. I .... ah ”
PSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
The golden liquid ejected from Demonica's underwear and flooded the chair she was sitting on until she finished pee and took off her stockings and panty from the white panty obviously changing to yellow and with time passing by, there were some nurses who couldn't hold it and released. Some skirts got wet and some skirts were tung from the back and brown marks appeared. Until the remaining five minutes, the meeting would stop. Vivian knelt down to the ground and constantly stabbed her hand in the anus.
Vivien used all her strength to get up at the table and speak into the microphone.
“ I……...I would like to end this meeting. T…….Thanks to all of you who p……...participated in this meeting and see you at the ne…...It will come out ”
Vivian had not yet finished speaking, rushed to the meeting room door, but she stopped at the front of the door and bent, tears began to bathe her cheeks and the sound of farting until Vivian's skirt became more tense and the underwear Her weight could not bear the weight of the stool, causing it to fall to Vivian's feet. It was a light blue color, but it was covered with brown from the feces, but Vivian's feces didn't have just this, they just stacked up on the ground until the stool came out completely, it could be called a small mountain. Then Vivian collapsed her butt over her feces, causing the skirt to brown, and Vivian cried out and all nurses rushed. Going to comfort Vivia and for a moment. Vivian feels better. Made me forget what I had to do until my bladder warned me
“ Ah! ”
I leaked a bit, causing my skirt to appear dark spots. I rushed out of the conference room and complained to the mind that 'I can't hold it anymore' and about five to six nurses followed me and I could reach the front of the bathroom, but there were only three.
“ Okay, three of you use the bathroom first. ”
“ AH! Thank you Senior ”
“ I can’t hold it longer ”
“ Ha ha ha ”
So I let the three junior nurses to use and the rest of the nurses go to the restroom but both nurses did not move and had squatting and another nurse ran to the sinks, climbed, and broke through her underwear and pee out.
“ Sorry, angel we can't stand it anymore.haaaaa ”
“ Haaaaaaaaa ”
PSHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
The pee sound made me anxious and leaked again. The dark spot on my skirt began to expand. I immediately rushed to another bathroom, but the restroom was too far away for me to hold so I went to the nearby nursing room and asked to go to the bathroom. I opened the door of that nursing room. There was no nurse. So I rushed to the bathroom but…..
“ L…..Lock ”
Someone went to the bathroom. No, I can't hold it anymore. I smashed the bathroom door violently and frequently, and tears began to shower in my cheeks.
“ Sir, hurry to use the bathroom. I can't hold it anymore. ”
The bathroom door opened. There was a nurse with short brown hair as the earlobe came out, and I rushed into the toilet. I don't have time to pull my underwear down.
PSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
The golden liquid came out of my vagina and ran down the toilet. Nurse, short hair, flushed face and turned away from me pee finished. My underwear was moist and changed color from white to yellow, obviously like Monica's panty. I left the bathroom and pulled my underwear down until I saw my vagina. The short haired nurse was shocked and rushed to lock the door and told me
" Why are you taking off your pants in the middle of my room? "
I saw that nurse's reaction, which made me want to tease her a little longer so I took off my nursing clothes. That nurse saw my chest and increased redness.
“ hahahaha You are so cute. ”
And the story of my weekly meeting ends |
A/N: Contains some genuine wetting, then intentional desperation, then some watersports during sex, so be warned about that.
Petra is not used to letting things like this get the better of her. Up until now, she has never been in a situation like this, or at least not since she was very young. No, the more she thinks on it, she comes to the conclusion that this did not happen when she was young either. In Brigid, at home, things were different, and she was different, and even as a child, there was no shame in the way she did things, because that was how everyone did things.
It isn’t like that in Fodlan, and she hasn’t had a problem with that before now. Before now, she has always hunted by herself, though. Today, she has a guest with her, and that guest is someone that she only ever wants to see her in a good light. That, combined with how tongue tied this language still makes her even after living here for as long as she has, makes it difficult for her to address the issue at hand.
Which is to say, Petra has to pee, and she doesn’t want to tell Byleth about it.
The two have gotten a lot closer lately, and she knows that there is something special building between the two of them, which is why she has spent the better part of today hunting with him. But she hasn’t been able to relieve herself outside like she would if she were alone, and she is absolutely bursting now, stiff and hardly able to contain herself as they make their way back to the monastery.
“Are you okay?” asks Byleth, noticing her discomfort, making her blush.
“I am fine! I am just…” She wishes that she could just admit to the problem and duck behind a tree; she’s going to lose it any minute now, she just knows it. “I am just needing to get back quickly.”
“Why is that?” asks Byleth. “We can hurry, if you need to.”
“That’s...I am…” She struggles with the words, squeezing her thighs together, blushing harder when she notices Byleth’s eyes dropping down. He must already know, even before she speaks, because he does not seem surprised when she says, “I am needing to relieve myself.”
“We can hurry,” he repeats, but there is something off about his voice, and something in the way his eyes linger on her as he speaks. He takes her hand as if it is the most natural thing in the world, guiding her back through the forest, but it’s no use. Already, her bladder is so full that each step pains her. She’s needed this for hours now, put it off for far too long.
No matter how Byleth tries to hurry her along, she has no choice. She humiliates herself in front of him as she slows to a stop, pulling her hand from his to push it between her legs with the other hand, doubling over and whimpering as the floodgates let loose. Byleth watches her, that strange look in his eyes, as she soaks her outfit, as the stream runs down her legs, as she completely pisses herself.
This should be the end of everything between the two of them, but it isn’t. It serves instead as the push they need, as a beginning. At first, Petra doesn’t understand what Byleth tries to say to her, but in the end, she understands perfectly.
~X~
Later, once they have settled into their relationship and once she has come to understand Byleth’s interest in her accident, Petra is happy to play along with whatever indulgences may interest her lover at the moment. Today it is her uniform, from back when she was still just a student at the academy, an outfit that she has long since abandoned for more traditional Brigid clothing.
He wants to see her squirm in it, and she wears it for him, despite how much she has grown since then. It hardly fits her now, snug all over and so short now that it leaves the entirety of her long legs exposed, and even more beyond that. Her shirt is tight along her chest, and her skirt, in addition to being too short, is tight along her hips, leaving nothing to the imagination. Byleth must have known this would be the outcome, never failing to surprise her with how secretly lecherous he can be. That’s fine; Petra has come to find that she very much likes that side of him.
The tightness does cause a bit of a problem for her, in the discomfort that it adds to her already full bladder. Her skirt cuts across her midsection, digging into her and adding more pressure when she is under enough pressure already. She has made sure to drink plenty, so that he will definitely get to see her squirm. Petra will only be allowed to go if Byleth lets her, and she has a feeling that that is definitely not happening tonight.
He waits for her, giving her a long once over when she enters the room and closes the door behind her. Already, she feels like she is going to burst. She doesn’t know how she is going to make it through this, or even how long she is going to make it. It hurts so much, and he can tell in the way that she moves, squirming from side to side, already unable to stand still.
“You’ve done such a good job,” he praises her, and that makes her smile. As painful as holding it in is, she likes to do it because Byleth likes it, and she has come to appreciate it quite a bit on her own. He doesn’t smile for anyone else in quite the same way that he does for her, and it’s nice to be able to earn such big reactions out of the typically stoic professor.
“Do I look good?” she asks, pleased with herself for not getting her words mixed up. She wants to show off her outfit, but she soon finds her legs snapping together, a hand nervously tugging on her short skirt.
“You look amazing,” Byleth breathes, and it is evident in the way that he can’t stop staring at her, the way his eyes travel up and down her shaky legs. He must be able to tell just how badly she has to pee right now, and is eager to see what will happen as she continues to push that limit.
Of course, he is rarely able to wait for her to lose control before he is already giving into his own desires, having his way with her before the dam bursts, then enjoying the way it all flows out over the two of them. It is pure ecstasy for both of them; for Byleth, as he enjoys one of his favorite indulgences, and for Petra, as she is finally able to have relief, after forcing herself to hold back so much for him.
As it is right now, she is absolute bursting, trembling as she tries to pose for him, showing off her uniform as best as she can without causing herself to prematurely lose control. She is so desperate that she knows she will not last much longer, but as she jams a hand between her leg, causing her short skirt to push up even further, she does not think that Byleth will be able to last that long.
Her skirt is so short that if she were not wearing panties, he would be able to see everything right now. Since she is wearing panties, something that Byleth always insists on, he can just see those, and can see the slight damp spot left on them. Even she isn’t sure if that is just evidence of her arousal showing, or if she may have leaked a little bit without noticing. Either way, Byleth stares at that spot in particular, and Petra blushes a bit, ashamed despite knowing that he likes it.
She pushes her hand deeper between her legs, squirming and rubbing her thighs together, groaning and whimpering and putting on a show of trying to hold it for him, but nothing that she does is enough to alleviate the pressure. Petra is at her very limit, already on the verge of wetting herself, and Byleth can tell. If he is just patient for a moment longer, then he will get to watch her panties grow darker and darker, until streams of urine are running down both of her long legs.
But Byleth is not patient, and before she has the chance to register it, he is upon her, pulling her close and pulling her on top of him, laying back so that she can straddle him. His cock is already freed, and in the commotion, she loses it a little bit before she is able to regain control, dampening her panties even more as a result. Byleth reaches up to pull her panties to the side, just enough to grant him entrance, and then pulls her down onto him, his cock pushing up into her.
Petra cries out as he groans, the two of them losing themselves in the pleasure of it immediately. Byleth is breathless and needy as he buries himself in her, and Petra sinks down onto him, her pleasure growing so much that she can nearly ignore her bladder aching for relief, stretched beyond its limits, sore and ready to burst. And as he begins to thrust up into her, jostling her on top of him as he fucks her, there is no way that she can hope to contain that.
With a cry that is both surprised and ecstatic, she loses control while Byleth fucks her, her bladder no longer able to hold back the flood. Petra pisses herself right on top of him, while he is buried inside of her, the contents of her bladder gushing out with torrential force, soaking the man beneath her as he groans and drives up into her, quickly overcome and reduced to needy moans and reckless, uncontrolled thrusts.
Watching her lose control and feeling her hot piss soak him are both too much for Byleth to handle, and he is soon fucking her with abandon. And Petra is so overwhelmed by the relief of finally emptying her aching bladder, still a little sore from holding back so much, that this only serves to increase her pleasure, until she is bouncing along with each thrust, riding him as she gives in to her ecstasy.
It is not long before she is so lost in it that her climax surprises her, coming on suddenly and reducing her to an incoherent mess, crying out for Byleth in a mixture of words, his language and her language mingling together as she is left unaware of everything that she says, barely aware of where or who she is anymore. She has never felt so amazing before Byleth showed her just how amazing she could feel.
As for him, he was already near his limit just to feel her wet herself on him, and now he has no hope left of holding back. It only takes a few more weak thrusts up into her before he is giving in as well, letting his ecstasy wash over him as he jerks his hips one last time, his delight spilling over as he comes up into her, moaning her name, hardly any more coherent than she is.
After that, the two of them are left to catch their breath, both wet and sticky with the mixture of fluids, as Petra slumps over on top of him. Byleth holds her close while she catches her breath, and her first coherent thought is about how glad she is that her old uniform already doesn’t fit her well anymore. It will probably take a lot of effort to get it clean after that, and she is glad that she will not have to worry about wearing it for anyone else but Byleth.
Of course, she’s sure that he doesn’t mind the mess either way.
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- Onodera's Present -
Onodera let out a quiet sigh as the final bell rang, rubbing her thighs together as she hastily packed up her school supplies. It wasn’t common for her to get caught needing to use the bathroom during class. Being a shy girl, she wouldn’t dare raise her hand in the middle of class to ask to be excused, so she had become quite accustomed to planning bathroom trips ahead of time and watching how much she drank throughout the day.
Today, however, she had gotten caught up eating lunch with Raku. Alone.
She got caught up in the atmosphere and being alone together with her crush, so she skipped her post-lunch trip to the bathroom to walk back to class with him. She hadn’t thought anything of it until her bladder made itself known during that last class. The desperation had hit her fast and hard, but she had made it through dry, and now all there was left to do was to make it to the bathroom.
Even though I had to hold it in a little, being with Raku was worth it!
Onodera smiled at the memory before slipping out of the classroom, making a beeline for the girl’s room.
“Oh hey, Onodera!”
Onodera’s heart skipped a beat. She recognized that voice anywhere. Turning around, she spotted Raku running after her, waving and calling out her name.
“Hi, Ichijou!” she smiled back, fiddling with the hem of her skirt as she squeezed her legs together.
“H-hey, Onodera! I was… I mean, I wanted to… there was something I…” Raku let out a sigh, “We, uh… we should walk home together!”
Onodera’s face lit up bright red, “W-what?”
“I mean! I was actually thinking… Remember how Kirisaki is out sick and I offered to bring her today’s homework? Well I was actually thinking we should both do it! You know, because… uh…”
“Oh, right! I’m actually a little concerned about her,” Onodera nodded, trying not to let her disappointment show.
I was kind of hoping he wanted to walk home together with me.
Internally, Raku slapped himself in the face.
I couldn’t just say I wanted to walk home with her! And I still haven’t given her the present I got for her!
Raku felt around in his pocket for the small wrapped box he was carrying. Yesterday had been Onodera’s birthday, but once Onodera started opening everyone’s presents right then and there, he was too embarrassed to give it to her in front of everyone. It was a fancy silver hair clip with a heart on it. He had seen it and instantly thought of Onodera, but now that he bought it for her, he was feeling self-conscious about it.
But today, no matter what, he’d give it to her.
“Alright, let’s get going!” he smiled. Once they were walking home together, he could casually bring it up and hand it over before he had any second thoughts.
“Okay, just give me a-”
Onodera’s face lit up bright red again. There was absolutely no way she could tell Raku she needed to use the bathroom. It was too embarrassing. She pressed her thighs together as she felt the mounting pressure in her bladder. If she missed her chance to go now, she wasn’t confident she’d make it to Chitoge’s house at this rate.
As much as I want to walk together with Ichijou… I can’t tell him I need to pee!
“A-actually, I just remembered,” Onodera looked to the side, scratching her cheek with one finger, “I had something to do at home after school! Tell Kirisaki I’m sorry for me!”
“Oh…” Raku’s face fell, and Onodera immediately felt bad.
I’m sorry for lying, Ichijou! But I really need to pee right now!
“Well, I guess if you’re busy, then…” Raku started to turn around, but then his hand touched the gift box in his pocket. If he didn’t give it to Onodera today, it’d be hard to make an excuse like he had just forgotten it two days in a row. Steeling himself, he turned around again, “Actually, Onodera, there was another reason I wanted to see you!”
“Huh?” Onodera asked, cocking her head to the side. She really just wanted her conversation with Raku to be over so she could slip off to the bathroom.
“I mean, there was uh-” Raku froze. Suddenly images of the hair clip flashed in his mind, and he started doubting himself again.
I really should’ve gotten something less conspicuous! How will she react to it? I can’t just hand it to her and run off!
“Uh… actually, there was… there was something I wanted to talk to you about! But I guess if you can’t then-”
“No no no!” Onodera grabbed Raku’s hand and started tugging him towards the school entrance, casting a longing glance towards the bathrooms as she passed them by, “It’s fine! We can go!”
He looked really disappointed, and he wanted to talk to me, specifically! I really have to pee, but I couldn’t stand just lying to him. Besides, what could he possibly want to talk to me about?
“Are you sure?” Raku asked, his face bright red. Onodera hadn’t noticed it yet, but she was still grabbing onto his hand.
Onodera’s hand… it’s so soft. Ah! My hand’s probably really sweaty because I was nervous about the present.
The two made their way all the way down to the school’s entrance before Onodera realized she was holding Raku’s hand. She felt like she couldn’t turn any more red if she tried, sporting a full blush from her head down to her neck. She let go with a sputtered apology, and the two headed for Chitoge’s house.
It should be fine. I can hold it! Chitoge runs here every day, so it can’t be that far. Right?
Despite Raku having told Onodera he wanted to talk to her, they weren’t really able to have much of a conversation. Raku himself was still nervously fiddling with the present in his pocket, and Onodera was dealing with her current predicament. Her bladder cried out in protest as she took each step, and she wanted nothing more than to grab herself and run to the nearest toilet. The cool wind wasn’t helping any, with her school uniform’s dangerously short skirt doing nothing to keep the draft from licking at her thighs.
My bladder’s so full. I really should’ve gone after class! I’ve been holding it in all day!
She placed a hand on her belly, rubbing her abdomen just above where her swollen bladder sat. She could feel a distinct bulge, filled with urine desperately trying to escape. She fought back against it with her muscles, trying her best not to show any outward signs of desperation.
While distracted with thoughts of her full bladder, she failed to notice Raku stopping in front of her.
“Hey, Onodera-”
“Eek!”
Onodera bumped into him and jumped back in surprise. Her bladder spasmed violently and she winced as desperation shot through her body. She clamped her legs together as the smallest spurt escaped, soaking into her panties. It wasn’t much, but now she could feel it, and it only served to make her more acutely aware of her desperation.
“Oh sorry,” Raku frowned, “It’s just… remember how I said I had something to talk to you about?”
“O-oh yeah!” Onodera replied shakily.
I have to pee I have to pee I have to pee! Ichijou, please make this fast!
“Well, see, yesterday was your birthday, and actually I-” Raku looked up at Onodera, noticing her fidgeting in place. Her face was flush and small droplets of sweat were dripping down her forehead, “Onodera, are you okay?”
“H-huh? Yeah, of course!” Onodera smiled, “I’m fine!”
Raku frowned, placing his hand on Onodera’s forehead, “I dunno, you seem hot. And you’re a bit shaky. I hope you’re not coming down with something too.”
The touch was almost too much for Onodera. She blushed a beet red and it took everything in her power not to let out another leak in surprise. She desperately wanted to cross her legs or grab herself, but with Raku scrutinizing her it would be all but impossible for her to get away with that without him noticing.
“Seriously, I’m fine, Ichijou!” Onodera insisted, “Let’s just get going!”
Raku placed a hand on his chin and for a second Onodera thought he wouldn’t let it go, but he merely shrugged and nodded, “Alright, if you’re sure you’re fine!”
Onodera fell into step behind him, hoping that he wouldn’t notice her awkward gait. She was taking smaller steps to avoid making her desperation worse. Every time they were forced to stop at a crosswalk, she would bounce desperately behind him. Her hand was scrunching up the hem of her skirt as she clenched her teeth. Even though she wanted to enjoy walking together with Raku, she could barely register his presence over the overwhelming pressure mounting in her bladder. It felt to her like she was holding back a flood.
This is bad! This is getting really bad! I have to pee so bad! I don’t think I’ll be able to hold it much longer!
Raku, completely oblivious to her plight, once again reached into his pocket and fiddled with the present he had bought for her. He mulled over it again in his mind, trying to think of what to say to present it to her. He built up his courage one more time, and just as the two were crossing a small wooden bridge over a small stream, he stopped again.
“H-hey, Onodera,” Raku turned around, making sure she saw him stop so she wouldn’t bump into him again.
“Y-y-yes, Ichijou?” Onodera asked, trying her best to maintain composure as her bladder screamed at her.
Why are we stopping? No no no! Let’s keep walking! I want to pee!
“H-here!” Raku pulled out a box and held it out in front of Onodera, “It’s your birthday present. I’m sorry I didn’t give it to you yesterday! I had it, I just… I was worried you wouldn’t like it!”
Raku was blushing something fierce, and Onodera would’ve been touched, but she had to pee so badly at this point that she barely registered. All she could feel was her intense desperation, and the flowing water beneath them did nothing to help her situation. Her bladder felt uncomfortably distended, pressing down against her muscles as it tried to force all that pent up pee out of her.
She took the box and smiled, as if on autopilot. “T-thank you, Ichijou! I-”
Suddenly, a particularly violent spasm struck Onodera’s strained bladder, and she doubled over. She let out a desperate gasp and jammed her hand between her legs, pressing her thighs together tightly, to prevent herself from leaking.
“O-Onodera?” Raku asked, looking rather confused at her sudden outburst.
Onodera lit up a shade of red Raku didn’t know was humanly possible and muttered something he couldn’t quite hear.
“S-sorry, Onodera, I didn’t quite catch-”
“I… I have to pee!” Onodera blurted out, nearly fainting from sheer embarrassment, “I can’t hold it anymore!”
“Oh!” Raku’s eyes widened, “Uh… well, Chitoge’s house is just on the other side of this park! Hurry up!”
Raku grabbed Onodera’s arm and dragged her along as Onodera jammed her other hand down between her legs. Each step was torture, but if she didn’t run she knew there was no way she’d make it to the bathroom on time. Her breath was ragged and her strides were awkward as she tried to press her thighs together between each step. She leaked again into her panties, squeezing her eyes shut as she clamped down with her hand. She sincerely hoped she could slip in quickly and use the toilets before she had an accident.
I should’ve just told Raku I needed to go to the bathroom earlier! Why didn’t I say anything?
Her bladder ached with each step, sending jolts of desperation through her whole body. Raku pulled her along and guided her as she focused solely on holding it in and running. Unfortunately for her, she failed to notice a root extending out from the ground as they ran past a few trees. She tripped and hit the ground. She let out a desperate cry and clamped her legs shut, curling up in an attempt to hold back the inevitable flood.
She managed to pull herself into an upright kneeling position, with her thighs pressed together and her hands jammed up her skirt, clamping down and trying to alleviate some of the desperation. However, when she lifted her leg to pull herself up, she let out another leak, a longer spurt that forced her to put her leg back down and clamp down even harder.
Beads of sweat were rolling down her forehead and all the pressure in her bladder was mounting. Even after she stopped the spurt, she was still leaking drops and she couldn’t seem to stop them. Her tired muscles were quivering with the effort of holding it in, and she was nearly shaking in desperation.
“Here, Onodera, grab onto my hand!” Raku extended his hand out to help her up, but all Onodera could do was look up at him with tears stinging the corners of her eyes.
“I can’t… anymore…” she looked down, “I can’t hold it.”
She was truly at her limit. She couldn’t move and if she tried she knew the inevitable outcome was the same. Another spurt escaped and she tried in vain to stop it, but she only managed to taper the flow for a second longer. Her bladder gave out completely, and a loud hiss accompanied a strong flow of pee that erupted from between her legs.
Raku blushed and turned around to preserve what was left of her dignity as she tried fruitlessly to stop the torrential flow pouring out of her. Pee flowed out of her and soaked through her white panties.Rivulets flowed down her scrunched up legs and soaked into her knee-high socks, before a puddle started spreading out underneath her, the grass and dirt unable to soak up all her bladder’s contents before it pooled up.
She had to have been peeing for at least a full minute, having not had a proper trip to the bathroom since that morning before school. Her absolute mortification was drowned out only by the blissful relief she was experiencing from finally letting her bladder’s contents drain out of her. When the flow finally tapered off, however, her relief subsided, and was replaced by the dull ache of having held it in too long.
Once Onodera was done wetting herself, it didn’t take her long to snap back to reality, and upon realizing what had just happened, she felt like fainting. Her eyes watered as she was left with nothing but the uncomfortable feeling of damp clothes and the mortifying realization that she just wet herself in front of Raku. Her heart raced in her chest and she wanted nothing more than to curl up into a ball on the ground and die.
What will Raku think of someone like me now? I did something so childish… He probably thinks I’m gross! He’ll hate me forever!
“Hey, Onodera.”
Onodera looked up to see Raku holding out his uniform’s jacket down at her.
“Tie this around your waist, it should cover things up.”
“B-b-but…” Onodera looked up at him, ready to cry at any moment, “I’ll get dirty!”
“It’s fine, it’s kind of my fault anyway,” Raku scratched the back of his head, “I mean, you had to go earlier, didn’t you? But I wanted to give you that present, so I asked you to walk with me.”
Onodera sniffled before grabbing Raku’s jacket and standing up. She tied it around her waist, and just as Raku said, it hid the parts of her skirt that had gotten soaked in pee.
“We should get you home quickly, it’s pretty cold out and you shouldn’t walk around like that.”
Onodera nodded, wiping the corners of her eyes as she let Raku lead the way. As she walked, she remembered the present Raku had given her. She had been so desperate earlier she didn’t even think to open it. She lifted the lid of the gift box up and in it was a silver hair clip with a sparkling pink heart on the end. She blushed looking at it, and looked back up at the back of Raku’s head.
“Thank you, Raku,” she smiled warmly. Then, quietly, like a breath, she added, “I love it.”
And here's the second story with Chitoge!
- The Dinner at Raku's House -
“I can’t believe we have to do this!” Chitoge complained, stomping her feet as she walked home with Raku, “It’s bad enough we have to go on stupid fake dates all the time, but now I have to eat dinner with your dad and stuff?”
“Sorry,” Raku sighed, “It’s some kind of old tradition. My dad told me he did the same thing when he was younger.”
“Sounds really dumb,” Chitoge scoffed.
“Well, at least my dad knows we’re not actually dating,” Raku pointed out, “Hopefully he can help keep the guys in check. They’re probably gonna ask us a lot of embarrassing questions.”
They reached Raku’s house, and neither looked all that enthused to enter. With an audible gulp, Raku opened the door and braced himself.
“Bocchan!” a crowd of yakuza immediately accosted Raku right as he opened the door, “And our honored guest! Welcome home!”
Chitoge forced a smile as her eyebrow twitched. The two were ushered into the main hall, where gruff-looking men with scars and tattoos were seated. Even though they hadn’t greeted Raku and Chitoge at the door, nearly the whole room looked up upon their arrival.
“Bocchan!” They cried out, “We’re so happy you two have been together for so long!”
“Yeah, yeah,” one called out, crying, “Recently, my girlfriend broke up with me, and we only made it a month!”
I swear, being with these guys is the most annoying thing! I’d rather deal with Claude than these brutes!
“Milady,” a familiar voice called behind them. Chitoge’s heart sunk as she turned around to, indeed, find Claude standing behind them, “I thought it improper to leave you unguarded amongst these unruly fellows, so I’ve come to watch over you.”
He adjusted his glasses, then glared daggers at Raku, who gulped audibly.
“Ah, Raku,” Raku’s father entered the room, “Welcome home! Would you mind giving me a hand in the kitchen?
Raku nodded, turning back and flashing Chitoge an apologetic look.
“Actually that’s perfect timing,” Claude smirked, and Chitoge was immediately worried he had something planned, “I needed to talk to Milady privately for a bit. Follow me, if you would.”
Claude escorted Chitoge into another room, and he pointed to some kind of folded up red cloth.
“I’ve taken the liberty to prepare a traditional Japanese kimono for tonight’s dinner. It would only be befitting of a proper lady to honor their traditions while being served as a guest.”
Chitoge looked at the robes and let out a quiet sigh. There was pretty much no way she was getting out of this, not with Claude behind it. Knowing him, it was some hairbrained scheme that would cause both her and Raku a lot of unneeded stress.
“Very well. I’ll change. I’ll call you if I need assistance.”
Claude left the room and Chitoge started to change. She slipped out of her uniform and started putting on the kimono. While she was dressing herself, she placed a hand on her abdomen and frowned.
I have to pee. I should’ve gone before leaving school since I knew I was coming straight here. I’ll just ask where the bathroom is before dinner.
She managed to get most of the robe on, but she wound up needing help. Calling Claude back into the room, they both worked together to tie the sash around her waist. She looked herself over in the mirror once she was finished, and she had to agree there was an air of elegance to how she looked. However, with the kimono came the sash, which pressed on her abdomen slightly. Ordinarily it wouldn’t have even bothered her, but it was now a constant reminder of her need.
“Hey Claude, do you-”
“Dinner’s ready!” one of the Yakuza called, knocking on the sliding door to the room.
“Shall we be on our way, milady?” Claude asked.
Without waiting for a response, he ushered Chitoge to the dining hall. A large Japanese-style table with cushions sat in the center of the room, with two at the end of the table reserved for herself and Raku. She was seated down before she could get a word in edgewise, and she wound up kneeling uncomfortably, fidgeting slightly as she felt the pressure build in her bladder.
Raku then entered the room, wiping his brow of sweat from the heat of the kitchen.
“Hey Kirisa...ki…” Raku gave Chitoge a once-over and his mouth nearly hit the floor. Chitoge suddenly felt self-conscious, and had to resist the urge to yell at him for staring. However, she then noticed Claude carefully observing Raku for his reaction.
Chitoge sprung up and twirled in place to show off her body, “Darling~ what do you think of my kimono? I wore it just for you~”
Raku looked confused until he noticed Claude glaring at him and caught onl, “Oh, honey, you look gorgeous! I’m so happy!”
“Come sit with me, Darling~ I can’t wait to eat dinner with you~!”
Chitoge’s facade nearly cracked and she sat back down. Everything about their silly act made her want to die inside, but more pressing was her little display, which had put a bit more strain on her bladder than she expected.
I have to go worse than I thought! I really need to excuse myself soon.
Raku’s dad and a couple of the guys brought out the food, and it wasn’t long before everyone was digging in. Even Chitoge, who was both uncomfortable with the situation and needing to pee, was always ready to eat. However, it wasn’t long before the conversation started again, and with it, the awkward questions.
Chitoge shrunk further down in her seat with each question. As she was trying to keep herself from blurting out an angry response, she felt a sharp spasm from her bladder. She shifted suddenly and jammed her heel against her crotch to stop anything from leaking.
Red-faced with embarrassment, she stood up, “P-pardon me, I have to go to the bathroom real quick! Sorry!”
She didn’t care how suspicious she looked, she just wanted to get away from the probing questions and empty her full bladder. She shuffled out of the room as calmly as she could manage and entered the hallway. She stormed off down it for a few steps before realizing two things.
One was that she didn’t actually know where the bathroom was.
The other was that someone had followed her out of the dining hall.
She whirled around, only to see Raku following behind her. He approached quietly and the two ducked into another room so they weren’t just standing outside in the hallway.
“Hey, good plan, now we can talk about all those questions those guys were asking us. We should make sure we both know what to say ahead of time.”
Chitoge wanted to say that she hadn’t meant to do that and that she really needed to pee, but a blush crept up on her face at the very thought of saying that aloud to Raku.
“Y-yes! I’m so glad even a moron like you could figure out my plan,” Chitoge blurted out, shifting her legs uncomfortably under the kimono, “Okay, so let’s get our stories straight…”
The two collaborated so both of them had a rough idea of their fake relationship’s origins, meanwhile Chitoge’s bladder was screaming at her. She rubbed her legs together as subtly as she could from side to side. She was definitely desperate at this point. She and Raku were nearly done planning, so maybe she could slip off to the bathroom.
“Okay, that’s settled, then,” Raku nodded, affirming their final point, “Okay, we should head back before we’re gone too long.”
“W-wait, hang on!” Chitoge started to protest, but Raku grabbed her arm and she was forced back to the dining hall.
Chitoge sat down again, shuffling uncomfortably as she held it in. She had her heel jammed between her legs to provide some semblance of relief, but it was getting harder and harder to focus on anything other than her desperation. She internally cursed at Raku for taking away her one opportunity to go, and now that she had already excused herself once, she wouldn’t be able to use the same excuse again.
She was on autopilot as she and Raku navigated the embarrassing questions, picking at the remains of her dinner as she thought about what to do.
I can’t just go. It was embarrassing enough excusing myself the first time, and Claude would get suspicious if I asked to go a second time. I’ll just have to hold it in as discreetly as possible and hope this ends soon!
Unfortunately for her, the dinner seemed to drag on as she got more and more desperate. She found it harder to hold it just by shuffling her legs and squeezing her thighs. She barely even cared that they were being asked embarrassing questions.
Don’t come out! I have to pee so bad! I’m such an idiot for not going earlier! I need to pee I need to pee!
As Chitoge suffered silently, everyone else finished their food. Not a moment too soon, either. Chitoge was struggling to hold it in, sweat dripping down the side of her face as she clamped her legs together. She had a couple of close calls, but somehow she had managed to stay dry underneath her kimono.
However, now was the task of standing up, and suddenly Chitoge realized that it would be a challenge to do so while remaining dry. She carefully raised one leg and pushed herself off the ground. Her bladder spasmed in protest and she struggled to hold on, letting out the smallest of leaks as she rose. She managed to play it off without looking too awkward, but she was definitely shaky. There was still the matter of her finding a bathroom, but at least now she could excuse herself without raising too many suspicions.
“Bocchan!” one of the members called, grinning, “Could you help us out with the dishes?”
Raku nodded, “Sure thing!”
“Oh, Kirisaki!” another one called, “Earlier you said you were going to study with Bocchan tonight before going home, do you want me to escort you to his room?”
Chitoge hadn’t remembered saying that, but her mind had been preoccupied with holding it in, so she probably wasn’t paying attention. On the bright side, it did give her a chance to slip away to the bathroom.
“Sure, thank you!” Chitoge put on a shaky smile and followed him out of the main hall.
Walking was a daunting task, but soon they had made it to Raku’s room, and the man who escorted her let her inside. Her plan was simple at this point. Enter the room, wait for him to leave, then make a mad dash to find the toilets and hope she didn’t get caught snooping.
However, upon entering the room, Chitoge noticed two things. One was that this was probably not Raku’s bedroom. There was a single futon set up in the center of the room and not much else, and worse still, someone had scattered rose petals around in the shape of a heart.
Chitoge’s eye twitched and she grit her teeth. She had been tricked. She was about to ask what the deal was, but then a surprised Raku was shoved into the room, and he nearly toppled into her as the door was slammed shut behind him.
“Good luck, Bocchan~!” the voice sung from the other side of the door.
“Hey! Kihara! Get back here!” Raku called out angrily. He tugged on the door, only to find that it wouldn’t budge, “Sorry, these guys are morons.”
“What are those brutes thinking, locking us in here!” Chitoge yelled, clenching her fist as she glared daggers at the door. It was all she could do not to immediately grab herself and double over in desperation.
What am I gonna do? If we’re locked in here with no bathroom…
Chitoge desperately scanned the room, looking for another door or a window to no avail. Her heart sunk as she soon came to the realization that she was truly, properly stuck here. Her bladder spasmed again and, without the luxury of holding herself, another small leak escaped into her panties. She bit back a desperate moan as she struggled against her body.
I have to hold it! I can’t wet myself in front of Raku, and there’s no way I can let him know I have to pee!
“Hey, Kirisaki, you look a little red, are you feeling alright?” Raku asked.
“Y-y-yes! Of course I’m fine, you stupid beansprout!” Chitoge shot back.
“You seem pretty shaky, maybe you should go lie down,” Raku offered.
“N-n-no! I’m fine! Really!” Chitoge lied, squeezing her thighs together as she fought back another wave of desperation, “We’re not in front of the others anymore, so you don’t have to pretend to be all concerned about me!”
“I wasn’t pretending, I know we’re not actually dating, but you’re still my friend, you know? I care about you!” Raku shot back.
At any other time, Chitoge probably would’ve taken that to heart and muttered a half-hearted apology, but in her current state it was taking all of her willpower not to wet herself right here.
This is bad! I’m at my limit! I can’t hold it anymore! I can’t be stuck in here any longer!
Chitoge grunted in frustration, “Move beansprout! I’m gonna break the door down!”
“W-wait! Hold on, Kirisaki!” Raku called out.
Chitoge wouldn’t listen. She swung her leg back up and prepared to kick the sliding door off of its tracks. However, her bladder sent her another hard spasm and she immediately jammed her leg back down. A leak spurted out from between her legs, and she was forced to jam her hands between her legs just to stop it. She could no longer hold it without holding herself, but she was forced to turn away from Raku to hide it.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, I just-”
Chitoge gasped again as another spurt escaped. This one was larger this time, and she could feel her tired muscles giving out. As much as she wanted to, there was no holding it in anymore.
“A-ah! No! No no no!”
With one last, desperate plea, she tried to clamp down on her crotch and hold back the inevitable. Not a moment later, the dams burst and she started peeing. She let go of the kimono too late, the front soaked in pee where her hands had jammed it into her crotch. Her pee splashed on the ground with a loud splatter, streaming down like rain from between her legs. She could feel it flowing down the insides of her thighs and soaking into the fabric of the kimono in the back, causing it to cling uncomfortably to her butt. She continued peeing, not daring to turn around and face Raku, who was no doubt watching her wet herself.
It seemed like an eternity had gone by before Chitoge’s full bladder finally started sending waves of relief over her. She bit back a sigh and had to steady herself by placing a hand on the wall as she continued peeing. The puddle on the floor grew ever bigger as her flow continued at full force. She wasn’t even sure how long it was before it tapered off. Eventually, she had emptied herself completely, and the only sound that was left was the sound of stray drops of urine dripping off of her soaked kimono and her legs.
If she weren’t completely, utterly mortified, she’d be almost impressed. As it were, however, her face lit up three shades of red, and she sputtered incoherently at what just happened.
“K-Kirisaki?” Raku asked in concern.
“You… idiot!” Chitoge tried to yell, but her voice came out far more shaky and less angry than she had meant it, “You… this…. This is all your fault!”
Chitoge turned around to glare at Raku, but she could only hold the glare for a scant few seconds before she felt tears streaming down her cheeks involuntarily.
“Sorry, I should’ve realized sooner,” Raku apologized earnestly, “I’ll be more careful next time.”
No, it’s my fault! I didn’t say anything to you! You had no way of knowing! I even yelled at you when you asked if I was okay!
Chitoge wanted to say, but she couldn’t bring herself to.
Raku then banged on the door louder, “Hey, Kihara! Get back here!”
The man who locked them in the room returned, and Raku forced him out of the room before he could see Chitoge’s accident. He then began chewing him out, scolding him like a child. Chitose called him beansprout, and made fun of him for being weak, but when it came to standing up for his friends...
When it comes to standing up for me, Raku’s really strong-willed. |
Amatarasu shivered as the cold air blew across her skin. She was standing in the jungle, her eyes locked on her target. The minotaurs stood no chance against the strong Japanese warrior. At least not if she was at full strength. Amatarasu however was not at her best. She wasn't sick, or injured or even tired. Amatarasu's problem was that she needed to pee. And she needed to pee bad. She knew that one slip up would seal her fait, and leave an embarrassing puddle on the ground.
Because of her predicament Amatarasu cleared the jungle camps at a snails pace, less than half of her normal speed. She was walking hunched over at this point completely desperate. The only way she would be saved was if the game ended immediately, and with all six towers still standing there was no way that was going to happen. Amatarasu's eyes widened as she felt a small leak hit her pants. It was the beginning of the end.
As Amatarasu stood in shocked silence as her bladder released. Instantly urine shot into her underwear dampening the fabric, before rushing onward. A large stain appeared on her yellow pants as her piss made contact with the soft fabric. The stain snaked its way down her legs before puddling on the ground. Her pants ruined, and hopes dashed, Amatarasu trudged on. Little did she know her fate would be shared by many others that day.
Artio ran through the jungle on the other side of the map. similar to Amatarasu, the bear goddess was desperate. She had been holding her pee for hours now, yet even still she had more pressing matters to deal with. Artio was being chased. she had gone too deep into enemy territory, and was about to pay the price. Hot on her heels was the goddess of war, Bellona. And she was gaining. Artio gasped and panted as she desperately tried to flee from her adversary.
Suddenly, Artio's foot caught the root of a tree and she hit the ground hard. Before she had a chance to recover, Bellona was standing in front of her. The tip of the Roman's sword mere inches above Artio's neck. The combination of the fall and the immediate threat of death proved to be too much for Artio's already strained bladder. Without warning, the floodgates opened and the goddess began to piss herself.
Her brown pants instantly soaked up Artio's pee, heating up her legs. The blue checkered kilt she wore wasn't spared either as it too was doused in urine. She groaned as the pee puddled under her back and ass, soaking into the dirt. Even the tips of her long hair were not spared from Artio's accident.
"Looks like someone made a mess" Bellona said with a chuckle. As the goddess of war she was used to people losing control of their bodily functions, but never before had she seen a goddess do the same. Still, there was a job to be done. Bellona raised her sword with the intention of cleaving Artio's head clean off her body. Fortunately for Artio she had some tricks up her sleeve. With a roar the once goddess became a titanic bear, lunging at Bellona. The goddess of war was unable to withstand such an assault and after a brief scuffle, decided enough was enough. She fell back and the massive bear loped off. Artio would live to fight another day.
Hera was in trouble. Her bladder was at its breaking point and there was no relief in sight. She had been clearing minion waves for the past hour and was on the verge of an accident. Her bladder spasmed and a few drops of pee snaked their way into her panties. Gritting her teeth the Queen of Gods was unwilling to give an inch. She knew however that she didn't have long. Abandoning her lane she made a mad dash for the jungle.
She would just have to pull up her dress and go in a bush. It was undignified, but so was wetting your pants like a child. There was no other option. Another spasm shook her body just as she found a suitable spot. Quickly her dress came up as she pulled her panties to the side. Her stream started slowly but was soon going full force. Hera let out a sigh. The relief felt so good!
As soon as that thought crossed her mind she heard footsteps. Horrified, Hera quickly sot to her feet pulling her legs together and her dress down. To Hera's chagrin however she was unable to stop her stream. She was now peeing full force into her panties. The piss ran down her legs joining the puddle on the ground. The source of the footsteps turned the corner and Hera finally saw who it was.
Her teammate Isis stood in shock as she watched the queen goddess pee her pants. Ironically Isis had been searching for the same thing as Hera. A spot to relive her aching bladder in peace. Unfortunately, the sight of Hera's accident was too much for Isis to handle. Her legs crossed and her hands shoved into her crotch, but it was no use. She started to wet herself. A gasp escaped her lips as her accident began. Isis peed hard into her panties, saturating the fabric almost instantly. next the urine shot down the goddess's legs snaking towers the ground in a winding pattern. Her shoes were the next victim and they too were covered in piss.
The two goddesses looked at each other. Both powerful beings. Both with piss covering their legs. the two silently agreed to never speak of this moment to anyone. With a quit nod the goddesses went their separate ways. |
Cambodian epic
This story contains mainly female desperation but there are mentions of male desperation, although its not the main focus for anyone not into it but curious about the story.
“Fuck” Chris swore as he fell onto the ice for what felt like the 10th time. Rolling over he could see Alice doing her best to hide her laughter before offering him a gloved hand.
“Are you ok?” She said helping him back to his feet.
“Physically yeah, not sure my ego can take much more of this though” Chris joked, accepting her hand and being pulled from the cold surface.
When his friend had set up this almost blind date he had reluctantly agreed, partly just to stop her from going on about how she had the perfect girl for him for the millionth time. In his mind he had pictured a quiet coffee where the two of them could chat, never picturing himself ice skating.
“Well, I can always leave you down there.” Alice retorted, raising an eyebrow.
“That would probably be safer” Chris replied, brushing himself down. He should have figured this wouldn’t be the romantic type of skating they always showed on TV. When they arrived at the rink Alice had pulled out her own skates, a sure sign she was good at this. She had tried to downplay it, telling him that the skates she wore for games were totally different, but her Ice hockey training was clearly paying off. Thankfully they had come late in the day so the place was getting quiet, giving him plenty of room to gingerly put one skate in front of the other.
“The faster you go, the more stable you are” Alice said, gracefully sweeping off across the ice at some speed. Despite her short and somewhat stocky body, she sure seemed elegant and light on her toes.
Stepping off Chris took a deep breath, taking longer strides he started to make some good progress. At least it was to him, “On your left” Alice said as she swept passed.
“You know this isn’t quite how I imagined this turning out” he joked as she passed him.
“What did you imagine you would be doing the hand holding” she said winking at him before turning around and doing another lap.
“Well I thought there would be at least some hand holding”, Chris joked again. But somehow, he survived the next couple of hours of skating and even managed not to fall over again, although a big part of that was because Alice had eventually come to his aid. The pair of them skating around with their arms interlocked, chatting about anything and everything. It was a nice day and Chris quickly found himself falling for her, there was just something about her confident sincerity that made her easy and fun to talk too.
“Hey, do you want to get a drink” he asked as they changed out of their skates, the rink closing down around them.
“Yeah that would be nice, I know a good place down by the harbour but it’s a bit of a walk” Alice said.
Returning his skates to the desk Chris watched as Alice finished off her third hot chocolate of the day, yet she made no move to visit the toilets. In fact as he watched her, she showed no signs of needing to pee at all. For most people this wouldn’t have been something worth noticing, but for Chris this was a dream come true. Bladder size was never something he thought less of a partner for lacking, especially given how many women he had dated that seemed to pee every hour. But to meet someone who could hold it easily was just another thing he was starting to love about Alice.
Sitting on the harbour hours later they had spent the night talking and laughing, the alcohol taking away any remaining nervousness the two felt towards each other. Noticing the sky starting to lighten above them they looked out over the water as the sun started to rise in front of them. Reaching over Chris put his hand in Alice’s, who looked at him fondly as their eyes met. His heart skipping a beat they leaned in for their first kiss, just as the sun peaked over the horizon.
Sitting on the first train of the morning he watched as Alice’s train departed the other direction, his mind going over the events of the day. They had been together for 12 amazing hours, yet it had felt like just a few. But the one thing he couldn’t shake from his mind was the fact Alice hadn’t visited the ladies’ room once. Not only had she had already beaten out any other woman he had dated, she didn’t even seem to be desperate yet. In fact she was giving away no signs at all that her bladder was filling, had he finally met the one that shared his large bladdered status.
Over the next few weeks the pair of them went out a number of times, the connection they felt on the first date only getting stronger as they got to know each other. It seemed they had the perfect combination of similar interests and hobbies, while also having a few that would push the other person into new things. Chris had enjoyed his retribution for the ice skating with a long mountain hike one weekend. Alice’s had stared out confident but by the 20th mile she had been really struggling. However, the interest Chris had felt most strongly about that first day was also getting more and more interesting. Not once did Alice request to visit the ladies room on any of their dates, even on the hike which had seen her go 14 hours without showing any signs of needing to go despite drinking litres of water. Even Chris’s bladder had been beginning to feel full by the time they got back, he couldn’t help but start to wonder about how much she could hold?
But as he stood there watching her now, today was something else entirely. They had been invited on a murder mystery train ride by one of Alice’s friends for their birthday, with him as her +1. Arriving at 8am the group had changed into a variety of period costumes, 3-piece tailcoats for the men and puffy formal dresses for the women. It had taken a lot of getting use to and Alice had made several comments about her corset being too stiff at the time, but now almost 10 hours later he was sure it must be having another effect. They were close to solving the mystery but while Chris was sure it was the train guard, most of the others were blaming the dead mans wife. Even though he was almost certain they were wrong, he was happy to watch things unfold since he didn’t want to ruin it for the others. Equally, he was enjoying watching Alice getting into the challenge, his mind running a little wild with the fact she still hadn’t peed today.
The pair of them had been planning on an exotic getaway soon, so to save money they had decided not to get a hotel for the night and instead travel up early in the morning. Setting off at just before 3am the drive down had been a long one, but with very few other people on the road and only one stop for petrol and coffee they had made good time. Arriving as the second group they had been offered the pick of the costumes, with the staff members advising them to use the facilities before getting dressed since it could be “tricky” to do so later.
Chris had felt a little need to go at the time, but he was sure he would have been able to hold it for many more hours. But given he hadn’t gone since before bed around 12 hours previous to their arrival, he was worried it might impact their departure or travel after the days entertainment. Not wanting to waste time later and since they were currently just standing around waiting for the others, it had seemed as good a time as ever to pee and not get in the way of anything else. Emerging from the bathrooms he had noted Alice still chatting with her friend, seemingly having no intention of using the facilities on board.
Now at almost 5pm and 15 hours since Alice had taken her morning pee she stood with her legs pressed together as she investigated their most recent clue. Chris marvelled at her composed nature, if you hadn’t known how long it had been since she had tasted relief, it would have been hard to notice anything at all. Maybe he had finally found the one, the woman that could give even his bladder a run for its money.
“What do you think Chris” Alice asked, breaking him out of his bladder revere.
“It looks forged to me” He said, looking down at the note he had only being paying half attention too.
“What do you mean?” Alice asked, the others turning to look at him. Chris had been doing his best not to annoy the others, but this was the second time he had shot down something they were exited about. It wasn’t his fault, he had spent most of his childhood reading old mystery novels he found in his dads office. Apparently they had made him good at this sort of thing.
“Look at the smear in the ink, that was written by someone left handed” He replied, pointing to a couple of smudges in the ink.
“So, how would we know what hand the Duke was, he is dead” Nora asked, a girlfriend of one of the other friends.
Pointing to the self portrait of the duke in the carriage, “Well, he holds his sword in his right hand” he said plainly, meaning that the note implicating his wife was a forgery and she might not have been to blame!
“Awesome!” A couple of the other guests said happily, looking down at the note and to the painting again.
“You’re amazing” Alice whispered to him as she leaned over to kiss him. Inhaling sharply as their bodies pressed against each other for a moment.
“Are you ok?” Chris asked, genuinely concerned for her. Alice’s bladder and peeing habitats may have been a marvel to him, but he still had genuine feelings for her.
“Yeah, it’s the corset, its kind of making me have to pee” Alice said, bobbing slightly once for emphasis.
“I can help you out of it if you need to go?” He said, part of him hoping she would decline and continue to hold.
“No im ok, Its just the corset, im not full yet”. She replied, smiling sweetly and with a final kiss went back to look at the clues. The group now looking for anyone that was left-handed, while Chris stood there thinking things couldn’t get better. Just that phrase, im not full yet. Did that mean she only ever pee’d once she thought she was full? Is that how she had trained herself to last so long, possibly even longer than he could? Chris’s mind was a flood with questions he desperately wanted to get to the bottom of, but that would have to come later. For now he was just enjoying knowing she was struggling with a filling bladder but had no intention of letting any of it out for the foreseeable future.
After a few more clues the group was slowly coming to the realisation that it was indeed the train guard like he thought, but Chris was far from annoyed now he had the added bonus of the longer it took them to solve it, the more he would learn about Alice’s true capacity. She was still stood with her legs closely pressed against each other, with Chris spotting the occasional wince whenever she moved to quickly or pressed into something. He was sure she must have been suffering and yet she made no move to the ladies room, her strength was something to behold. The desperate spectacle lasted for another two hours until finally with the evidence collected they used their one guess and accused the actor playing the guard.
“Congratulations, you have correctly guessed It was me” He said, bowing slightly and a number of cheers and high fives going around the group. The dead duke in the corner suddenly waking up from his slumped pose.
“Please enjoy your prize” the actors said as a number of period dressed waiters and waitresses carried out a couple of glasses of champagne for them each. As the designated driver Chris had to decline, with Alice quickly jumping on the free drink and claiming a third while giving away the other to her friend whose birthday it was. Chatting for a while the group enjoyed themselves, talking about the day and old stories they must have shared a dozen times. By 8pm the drinks had been finished and the staff were getting ready to close the event down.
“Oh god, I have got to get this thing off.” Alice complained as she shuffled towards the women’s changing area.
“yeah I have a new appreciation for just wearing a bra” her friend Sarah said, fiddling with the clasps and breathing out heavily as the metal cage released its grip on her. Unfortunately, Alice had worn her’s under the long formal dress and that meant release was still a little ways away.
Walking into the mens room Chris quickly undressed from his dapper suit, contemplating asking where to get one of the blue waistcoats from. He wasn’t usually one to wear a suit given his lanky frame that meant they often sat awkwardly. But he had to admit today's suit hadn’t actually looked half bad on him, a fact that Alice had made him aware of. Settling for taking a photo of the name tag he made his way out to wait from Alice.
A few minutes later she came out, her large old-fashioned dress replaced with a much more modern long slim fitted green one.
“Shall we dear” Chris said in as posher accent as he could manage and holding out his arm for her too take. Slotting her arm through his, the pair made their way out to their waiting car. Despite the event taking part in an old train carriage, it hadn’t actually gone anywhere.
“Thank you for today, that was good fun” Alice said, giving his arm a quick squeeze as they walked side by side.
“Yeah it was, I like your friends” Chris responded.
Laughing in the moonlight Alice’s emerald eyes seemed to almost shine, “Even if that’s not true, thank you for saying it.” She chuckled. Chris wasn’t a massive people person, but he could hold his own in these events. Plus, it was his sometimes-bashful nature that had attracted her to Chris in the first place.
Unlocking the Car she gave him a quick peck on the cheek before getting in herself.
“Ooof” Alice sighed, landing in the seat heavily and clearly tired out by the days events. Her Shoes already thrown into the back as she stretched out her legs and using a hand to massage her abdomen.
“You ok?” Chris asked, knowing full well what was probably bothering her.
“Yeah that corset was a killer, really squeezed down on my bladder” She said, still looking down at herself and missing Chris’s slight blush.
“I, if you need to go I can wait, if they are not closed.” He replied, wondering if the last bit would be enough to put her off. Now almost 18 hours since her last visit to the ladies room he really wanted to see how much she could handle. Although he would never want her to suffer for his own amusement, this was just too good of a chance and he could always stop later if she asked him too.
“Oh no its ok I can last, I know you wouldn’t want to be stopping anyway” She said, looking up from the small bulge in her abdomen that was appearing now the corsets affects were diminishing.
“I um…sorry?” Chris asked blushing again, had she sussed him out?
“I mean whenever we go somewhere you never seem to pee either. Its quite nice to finally meet someone who isn’t dashing off to the toilets every five minutes, gives us more time to enjoy whatever we are doing, don’t you think?” Alice said much to his shock.
Chris couldn’t agree more, “Yeah, it can really spoil the moment if someone wastes 30 minutes Queuing for a toilet.” He replied, wanting to pry a little more but not reveal himself. “So…do you hold it often?” he continued.
“I wouldn’t exactly say I hold it, but I just hate wasting time peeing when I could just learn to hold it. It’s a shame so few people think like us though.”
“Yeah, peeing is such an inconvenience” He laughed, trying to gage her reaction, was she into this too? A smile spread across her face as she chuckled lightly, looking down into the footwell of the car.
Deciding that was far enough to push it Chris turned the key and the car started, pulling out of the railway junction they began the five hour drive home with Alice’s bladder still full. If she could make it back to his that would be almost a full 24 hours without a toilet break. Such a feat was uncommon even for him, other than when he was on his own and really wanted to test his own limits. Doing it with such composure while being out in public would probably be beyond even him, a fact that was swirling in his head as he pulled onto the main road. Pushing it to the back of his mind he continued to drive and then to his amazement he watched as Alice rummaged around in the bags they had packed this morning, pulling out two large energy drinks she handed him one and opened the other for herself.
Soon both were empty, but Alice displayed little in the way of desperation. Chris wasn’t sure if that was what he wanted or not. The size her bladder had to be in order to do this was amazing to him, but he couldn’t help but kind of feel like he was missing out on seeing her desperate. It was unlikely he would ever get as good a chance, but again the same part of him hoped she wouldn’t show any signs during their drive.
As the clock in the car rolled around to the following day he could see their turn off from the motor way, entering the off ramp he glanced over at Alice. She had fallen asleep a couple of hours into the drive, she had slumped down slightly and was sitting with her legs apart but wriggling slightly. Coming to a stop at a red light at the bottom of the ramp he heard her stir next to him.
“Oh good, were almost back.” She said, stretching her arms and sitting up her in chair again. Taking a deep breath she seemed to press her legs together for a moment but that could have just been her stretching again as a few moments later her relaxed posture was back.
“You doing ok” Chris asked as the light turned green and they started moving again.
“Yeah, although I could do with a bathroom break.” She said calmly
“You want me to find somewhere?”
“What, Oh no sorry. Were only like 30 minutes away I can hold it that long. I just meant I need to pee, but I’ll be fine.” She said, smiling at him.
“Yeah im not surprised you need to go, considering how long its been.” Chris said before realising how that must have sounded. Was she going to be creeped out by him keeping track of how long it had been since she had last gone.
“Yeah, but we had so little to drink during the day, if it hadn’t been for that corset I would have been fine earlier and now its probably just those last glasses of champagne and the energy drink catching up with me. Energy drinks always seem to make me need to pee more.” She finished off, the last casual comment being saved in the back of Chris’s mind under important.
Pulling up to his house and turning the car off Chris could feel the long day taking its toll, but even in is tiredness he was impressed with how composed Alice still seemed to be. Unlocking the door he expected her to make a mad dash to the toilet, but instead she said she was going to get changed into something more comfortable. Kicking her shoes off into the corner of the room she made her way up the stairs, disappearing into the bedroom.
Walking into the kitchen Chris poured himself a large glass of water, aware that Alice had been right about not drinking much through the day. As the size of his bladder had increased over the years so had his drinking habitats, often having about a gallon of water or other things a day. Due to their activities on the train he had probably only managed about half of that today and could feel his throat starting to itch. Downing a second large glass Alice walked back into the room, now dressed in some loose-fitting jogging bottoms and crop top that she used as her night wear.
“Good idea” she said, walking over and pouring herself a large glass of water. The rushing water clearly having an impact on need to pee as for the first time ever Chris got to witness a sure sign of her desperation. He left leg was standing on its toes as she almost crossed her legs, still standing by the sink and steadily drinking.
“I thought you said you had to pee” Chris said, confused by her actions but still enjoying the show.
“Yeah I do, but I definitely didn’t drink enough today. So if im about to pee it all out I should probably make up for it right?.” Alice said, although Chris wasn’t sure that was how it worked.
“Ahh” She said finishing her tall glass, turning the tap back on Chris thought she was going for another, but instead she calmly washed the cup and put it back in the cupboard. “Now, I really do need to go” Alice said, walking back out of the room and to the upstairs bathroom.
Following her up a few minutes later Chris could still hear the heavy stream of her pee thundering into the toilet bowl as he passed the door, marvelling at the strength and length of her pee. Alice truly did have a iron bladder, one that he hoped to find the limits of one day.
Waking up the next morning Chris rolled over to see the bed empty, Alice already up and about it seemed. Walking into the kitchen he found her pouring over the travel brochures they had been looking at for the past week.
“Morning” Chris said, pouring himself a glass of apple juice from the fridge. “Want anything?”
“Hey, no im good thanks” Alice said holding up an empty coffee cup that he guessed she had just finished.
“Early start?” He joked.
“Yeah sorry, I think that nap in the car threw off my sleep. But on the plus side I think I managed to find a way to do that package holiday we wanted to do without it being too expensive.”
“Really?” Chris said excitedly.
“Yeah look, instead of the two week package that includes hotels we can do two separate one week packages. The first includes a bit of camping and there is one less day trip, but it cuts the price down by more than half!” Alice said happily as she pushed over the booklet so Chris could see.
“That sounds amazing, but the campsite here is a bit out of the way isn’t it?”
“It is, but they arrange transport for us so we don’t have to worry.”
“Amazing, I haven’t been camping since I was a kid so it will be good fun. Although im not sure what the facilities will be like in Cambodia.” Chris responded, having not peed since yesterday morning he could feel the urge building.
“Yeah I’ve been reading a bit about that on the internet. It seems like they can be an issue, it’s a good thing we are both good at holding.” Alice joked.
“True, I assume we won’t be using them that often anyway.” Chris replied, glad to have found someone like himself.
“Yeah, who wants to waste time finding a bathroom instead of just enjoying the culture and country. If we only have 2 weeks we should make the most of it, standing in line for a dingy toilet is not the culture I want to experience.” She continued, the sentiment being music to Chris’s ears.
“Exactly, I feel like we should use our bladders to really make the most of it you know?” He added, trying to play down how excited he was for this trip now. Not only was he going to a new country, he was doing it with a beautiful woman who was determined to use her big bladder to make the most of it.
“True. In that case I think we should try and avoid using them as much as possible and just hold it, If you are ok with that?” She added not wanting to put him on the spot, unaware of how close Chris was to just fainting on the spot.
“Its what we do here anyway, I don’t see any reason why it would be a problem. Like you say, the more we hold it then the more time we get to experience the sites.” He finished, taking a sip from his drink and looking over Alice’s shoulder at another leaflet. If she had meant what she had said about pushing herself to pee as infrequently as possible Chris was starting to worry about himself. He had never seen her as desperate as she had been yesterday and that had been barely anything. If he wanted to keep up and try and out last her, he was going to have to do a bit of training before they went to make sure his bladder was in top shape. He didn’t want to be the one ending their enjoyment and holds prematurely.
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Stepping off the plane 6 weeks later they were both overcome by the heat and humidity, despite it being November the outside temperature was reported to be 37 degrees (98 F) by the captain. They had planned the winter get away for this very reason, but having left the cold wet and miserable UK weather behind 15 hours ago, it was a real shock to the system. Looking out across the single runway they had just landed on, Chris could see the heat lines distorting the horizon and feel the heat coming from the metal stairs through his shoes as they stepped down them.
“Should we get some water?” Alice asked as they made their way through the small airport, security and arrivals taking just a few minutes to get through since they seemed to be the only plane that had arrived at that time.
“Sure, I could go for a drink” Chris replied, the recycled air in the plane drying his throat out despite the several drinks that he and Alice had been given.
“No, I meant should we stock up. If we are camping out there we might not have a good water source and with this heat we should really keep our fluids up.”
“Brilliant idea.” Chris responded happy that one of them was thinking ahead. “We have about 30 minutes till the tour bus leaves so we have plenty of time.”
Grabbing their bags they found the small shopping area, picking up an extra holdall and filling it with dozens of bottles of water. It would be a bit of a pain to lug around all the time, but hopefully they could just leave it on the tour bus during the day and only need to carry it around at night to their camping sites. Pus, given how much they drank it was kind of a necessity with clean water at a premium.
Walking out to the bus they each took a couple of large bottles and then put the carry all in the bottom of the brightly painted bus, ordained in colourful images of Cambodia and its tourist traps. Finding their seats they uncapped the first of their bottles, listening intently to the tour guide as he talked about the trips for the rest of the week. The plane had arrived late in the evening so today was nothing more than travelling, the bus simply taking them to a hotel in the nearby town for the first night. Driving down the darkening roads it was hard to see much beyond the headlights of the bus, the silhouettes of the city almost making it seem like they were still in mainland Europe.
They arrived at the hotel a couple of hours later, the evening sky now in complete darkness other than the moon and numerous stars. Looking up Chris couldn’t help but be amazed by the night sky, the lack of light pollution revealing the extent of the universe in a weird way. Carrying the large bag of water up to their shared room they dropped it near the door. It wasn’t exactly the Ritz but it was still nice, a large double bed taking up much of the room. The days travelling had really taken it out of him as he felt almost magnetically attracted to the bed, and beating off the requests of his bladder. Neither of them had used a bathroom since setting off more than 24 hours earlier, but as he sank into the bed it tilted suddenly as Alice joined him. They stayed there for a few minutes, eyes closed and listening to the insects outside their window. The occasional shout from another hotel guest punctuating the dark.
“Chris….I know we said we were going to try and pee as few times as possible but I think im going to use the one here. Its not like we are missing out on anything right?” Alice said, rolling over to look at him.
“Sure, im going to wait till morning im kind of comfortable” he replied, despite the large weight in his abdomen he was sure he could easily hold it one night and after a few moments of contemplation she seem to agree. “That might be better, give us even more time between bathroom breaks so we can experience even more.” Alice replied, rolling over and burrowing her head into the pillows.
Waking up the following morning Chris could already hear her stream pouring noisily into the toilet, his beautiful girlfriend apparently waking with an even fuller bladder and wanting to take care of it right away. As he laid there the noise of her pee making his own bladder twitch he couldn’t think of a better way to start the day or even their holiday.
Standing Chris walked over to the windows to draw the blinds, looking out over the city for the first time. The hustle and bustle familiar yet completely foreign, the narrow streets filled with motorbikes and market stalls being pushed along.
“Sorry, did I wake you?” Alice asked behind him.
“No, its ok.” He said stretching out the kinks in his muscles from the flight yesterday.
“If you go pee I’ll get ready and we can go grab some breakfast before we head out” She said
“Sounds like a plan” he said grabbing his toiletries from his bag and heading over to the bathroom.
Breakfast was almost continental with bacon, eggs and toast. But there were also a number of other options from what looked like a jelly of some sort and something called a breakfast meatloaf whatever that was. Grabbing some toast for a light breakfast and downing a couple of glasses of fruit juice the pair sat at their table with their luggage, having already transferred as many water bottles as they could to their day packs.
Today was just as hot as yesterday and even in the few steps between the hotel lobby and the bus they had worked up a sweat, the humidity only making things worse. Sitting on the bus they listened intently to the tour guide as he described the rich history of Cambodia and the sites they were going to visit today. Sipping constantly from their water they pointed excitedly out of the bus windows at the sights as they passed them, the lush jungle canopies occasionally giving glimpses of forgotten monuments or colourful birds as they followed the winding paths. Chris was doing his best to get shots of them on the old camera he had brought with him, but going off the blurs on the screen he wasn’t having much success. A fact that Alice was finding unreasonably funny, at least to him.
The first stop of the day of was the Royal palace, built in 1866 by the predecessors of King Norodom according to the bus guide. The large golden roofed buildings appearing in front of them, the white sided buildings standing out in contrast to the surrounding green jungle. A tall spire of the Silver Pagoda towering above everything else. Pulling up the bus parked itself between a number of other coaches, the popular tourist destination clearly attracting a lot of people today.
“Ok guys, just some words of warning. Please do not touch or damage any of the sites here, they are all protected holy buildings so while you are enjoying yourself please remember to be respectful. Also. there are bathrooms on the site although there can be a bit of a wait on busy days like today so please allow for that in your plans”
“Good job we don’t need to worry about that” Chris said quietly to Alice, getting a beaming smile in reply.
Stepping off the bus they quickly left the other tourists behind, holding hands as they toured the site by themselves, the chatter of the crowds still audible but far enough away that the two of them could enjoy their own company. By lunchtime they had seen much of the site and their stomachs were beginning to rumble. The light breakfast not keeping up with their activity or the extra exertion caused by the heat.
“So, what should we do for lunch” Chris asked as Alice read about the emerald buddha that was in front of them.
“I don’t know, I didn’t see much around here. Probably should have thought about that at the airport too. Im just glad we got the water when we did.”
“Yeah im really glad you thought of that, this climate would be a killer if you hadn’t. I think there might have been some stalls near the front if you want to walk back that way?” He responded, getting a nod for Alice.
Luckily it wasn’t too far away, the route they had taken almost looping back to the start. Spotting a fruit seller they each bought half a watermelon to further beat the heat and apeise their hunger. Finding some shade for a few moments to eat and sit they chatted as other tourists flocked by.
“Wow, that makes me glad we can hold our pee” Alice said suddenly, indicating to the lines of what had to be 200 people crowding around a couple of dozen porta potty looking things.
“Yeah I bet those things are horrible.” Chris said.
“No I meant, imagine how long we would be in line. How much would we miss just to pee, I cant imagine being like that.”
“Well thankfully we don’t have too and we can enjoy ourselves without worrying about such basic needs.” Chris said, a wide smile across his face. He couldn’t have ever imagined being in this situation with such an amazing woman.
Getting to their feet after finishing their quick lunch they enjoyed another couple of hours at the site before going back to the coach to head to the next destination. Despite it being mid-afternoon there were still three more stops on the trip, the first being a quick trip to the Independence monument that marked the country’s independence from France . While not much of an attraction it seemed to mainly function as a bathroom stop for many on the bus, with those that stood at the back of the line having almost no time to see the sites. A fact that seemed to confound Alice more and more that people were willing to do that.
Next up was the National Museum, a distinctive red clay building that been built in the early 20th century and contained more than 5000 artifacts from the region. The building had been amazing, the pair of them gazing at the incredible and ancient artworks that had survived all this time. He wondered if any of the painters or sculptors could ever have imagined that people from the world would be studying their art in some cases almost a thousand years after they were created. Even without a bathroom visit they had struggled to see everything, being forced to run for the bus to avoid being left behind.
The museum was followed by another almost bathroom visit to a town called Skoun, known for its local delicacy of deep friend spiders. Something that neither Chris or Alice wanted to experience despite wanting to make the most of the trip, but the small town still offered a unique view into the local culture without the tourist trap of the other places they had visited. Finally at almost 9pm local time they arrived at their camp site on the outskirts of Siem reap town.
“So this is where you will be staying tonight” The tour guide announced to the holiday makers as the bus pulled into a dimly lit clearing. “Just as a warning, there are no real facilities at this site, but we will make sure to organise a trip into town in the morning for anyone that does need to use one then. Otherwise, if you can’t wait please don’t do it in the camping area itself or near the shrine at the entrance” He said, his eyes suddenly far sterner than they had been when he added that last sentence. Chris wondered if someone had done it in the past, a poor weak bladdered soul now condemned by a foreign deity.
“Can you imagine it” Alice said next to him, “being unable to control yourself for one night.” She laughed.
grabbing a handle each they picked up the hold all still full of water and went to find their tent. Dumping the heavy bag in the middle of the two person tent Alice bent over, taking out a bottle of water and offering one to Chris. It seemed that much to the opposite of what the guide was thinking, his girlfriend seemed intent of filling them both up even more. Sitting opposite each other with a small electrical light between them they chatted about the day. It had passed by quickly, packed with amazing sites and things to see. But soon the day of walking started to take its toll as Chris yawned, signalling that perhaps it was time to get some sleep.
As he laid back in his sleeping bladder he could feel his bladder starting to fill, after 14 hours and plenty of water it was no surprise. But as much as he was starting to enjoy it, he couldn’t help but wonder how Alice was doing. She had once again shown no signs of even needing to pee yet, making him once again wonder how long could she keep this up.
Waking up the next morning he could see Alice stirring in her sleep, quietly murmuring about something. Checking his watch it was almost time to get up anyway so unzipping his sleeping bag he stepped out. Grabbing a bottle of water he got out of the tent with his bag of toiletries, taking a mouth full of water before starting to brush his teeth using the bottle of water.
A few moments later Alice emerged, wiping the sleep from her eyes she looked upwards and seemed to marvel at the jungle canopy above them.
“Mind if I?” She said pointing at his water bottle.
With his mouth full of water Chris simply shook his head and handed her the bottle, expecting her to start the morning routine as well. Instead she simply tipped the two thirds water bottle back and began drinking it back. Watching Chris was waiting for her to stop, yet she showed no signs of.
“mmmm” Chris exclaimed, still needing some of it to wash out his mouth.
“Sorry” Alice laughed. “The tent really dried out my mouth” She said, handing him back the small amount left at the bottom. Taking It he filled his mouth and spat It out, inspecting the now empty bottle he could feel the remnants of the toothpaste still in his mouth. But he didn’t really want to open another bottle. Given the heat they didn’t stay fresh for very long once they had been opened.
Looking out across the campsite they could see a number of desperate looking people making a shambling dash for the parking area. It seemed they were not the only ones who had tried to hold it all night, but they were clearly the only ones strong enough to do it comfortably. Just looking at them he could tell that depending on how far the town was, some of them might not make it. In particular a group of college girls probably on a gap year caught his eye as they danced their way up the path, hands pressed deeply into their crotches and attempting to avoid humiliating themselves in front of their friends.
Finishing up and exchanging the pile of empty bottles in their day packs for fresh ones they made their way to the bus that had recently returned with a host of relieved looking passengers. Today was slightly different, with most of the travelling being done on bikes once they had arrived at their next destination. Putting his hand on the outside of the bus as he slung in the holdall Chris felt the metal surface almost burning his hand. It seemed like today was going to be another hot one, making him extra glad Alice had suggested buying the water at the airport.
It only took a couple of hours for them to reach their destination, a large town near Siem Reap. It was a massive world heritage site that had been left largely untouched even by tourism. As such, with no big roads the best and easiest way to see it was by bike. Directed down the street by the tour guide the group soon found the bike rental, with Chris and Alice some of the first ones there as others took a visit to nearby toilets again. With the temperature being so high it seemed that like them, most people were chugging back the liquids.
Climbing onto his bike Chris could feel the weight in his bladder more now, the unusual position making him tense his abdomen and squeeze his bladder slightly. Looking over at Alice it seemed to be having the same affect on her, clearly uncomfortable for a few moments as she adjusted herself on the bike.
“Are you ok?” He asked, aware of just how much she had drunk and now being more than 24 hours into her hold.
“What, yeah im fine why?” She asked, seemingly genuinely confused by his question.
“Oh nothing, shall we go?” He replied, enjoying the relaxed smile that had reappeared on Alice’s face as they kicked off.
The first stop of the day was about 45 minutes into the park. Angkor Thom had been the capital city of the Khmer Empire in the 12th century, but now It was almost the complete opposite of what they had seen yesterday with the pristine and extravagant buildings. The area they found themselves riding through was filled with old ruined temples and towers. The simple stone buildings carved intricately and with amazing details.
Pulling up at the sides of a collection of statues the laid the bikes down gently and approached the large stone formations.
“I can’t believe there isn’t any sort of protection or rope or anything” Alice said, her hand hovering a few inches above the stones. It was clear she wanted to touch them, but her love of history and its preservation won out at her hand retreated.
“Yeah, but its kind of nice.” He replied, “It feels a lot less like some sanitised version of history and is just here to be seen.”
“Wow look at this!” Alice said excitedly, completely ignoring him as she spotted something cool.
Following her as she quickly walked around the largest of the towers, he was suddenly face to face with row after row of statues. The formation reminding Chris of the Terracotta warriors he had seen in the London museum.
“So what are these ones?” Chris asked as Alice fumbled with her bag. Pulling out the guidebook and a half empty water bottle before handing the book to him.
Studying the statues it seemed that many of them were just replicas of random monkey faced people, others looking more human although some had no face at all. The curse of time destroying the details on many of the outer ones. Walking to the front of the lines they were met with 11 larger statues.
“So these are the many faces of Avloketesvar” He said pointing to the taller ones. “With each face representing a different plane of existence” He read from the book in his hand.
“Eleven planes of existence, that’s a lot of existing.” Alice joked, throwing the now empty bottle back in the bag.
Continuing around the site for a little while longer, they returned to their bikes. The sun now in the centre of the sky and they could feel it really beating down on them. Sipping from his bottle of water he could feel his shirt starting to stick to him from how much he was sweating. The high morning temperature only getting more brutal as the day wore on.
“Hey, should we take a break. Its way too hot.” He said, slumping his bag down next to the bikes, taking off his hat for a moment and wiping his forehead with the back of his hand.
“Yeah, it seems a shame to waste being in this place, but this heat is something fierce.” Alice agreed, her own face covered in droplets of sweat. “Maybe we can look at the map again and plan out the most efficient route.” She continued, determined to make the most of every second and Chris couldn’t blame her.
Grabbing the bikes they slowly wheeled them towards a covered area, the small stone building and trees providing them with some shade and a cooler area. Choosing a couple of rocks they sat and had their lunch, a rather plain packed lunch given to them by the tour operators since they knew there was nowhere to buy anything out here. The biggest plus side was the two flavoured drink pouches they had been given, a refreshing change from the plain water they had both been drinking for the past couple of days.
Thankfully the temperature had dropped slightly by the time they had finished, putting his book and map away Chris went to stand only for Alice to catch his attention. As she sat their playing with her camera he couldn’t help but notice the way she was crossing her legs, far tighter than he was sure would be comfortable. Her muscular thighs occasionally moving against each other, it was what he had been looking for since they started dating, the first true sign of desperation from his girlfriend.
“Should we make a move?” He suggested, watching as she quickly uncrossed her legs, looking almost embarrassed by herself despite their open relationship in regards to their bladders.
“Yeah sure, lets head to the next location.”
Getting on their bikes Chris saw her frown slightly as she lifted herself onto the seat, her lips pressing together as if trying to stop herself from groaning. Looking on as she leaned forwards Chris was sure he could see the start of a bulge forming under her loose shirt, although that should have come as no surprise to him.
The next site was a little over an hour away according to the guide book, although the path they were on should take them directly to it. Stopping a couple of times for drinks breaks and to look at cool monuments they had highlighted on the map, they still made good time and soon Bakheng temple came into view. The giant stone temple placed prominently at the top of a steep hill.
Changing into a low gear Chris sped up the hill, feeling his muscles burn and his bladder ache as he tensed up his body. Checking behind him he could see the look on Alice’s face and he was sure she was feeling the same, the sweaty grimace a clear indication that all was not well inside her.
“Jesus Christ” Alice panted as she dismounted her bike at the top of the hill. Her thighs pressing together as she leaned on the wall for a moment, sweat dripping off her.
“Here” Chris said handing her a water bottle, without pausing she undid it and poured some of it over her head. It wasn’t quite what he had in mind, but it seemed like a good way to beat the heat, following suit with his own water bottle. The not so cool liquid running down his back and helping take the edge off. Putting the bottle to his lips he drank deeply as he watched Alice do the same.
“This better be worth it” Alice joked as she handed back an empty bottle.
“Apparently this is the number one romantic site in this area” Chris replied, having read about it during their lunch break.
“Yeah, I feel so romantic right now” Alice said, her hair matted to her wet face and sweat stains around her neck and arms.
“Well, you still look beautiful to me” Chris said, slightly in jest.
“Soppy bastard, but good answer” Alice said, putting a hand on her hip and bending over slightly.
“You ok?” Chris asked again.
“Yeah I just need to pee.” She replied, her face already too red to tell if she was blushing or not.
“Do you want us to find somewhere to go?” Chris offered.
“What and miss out on this, don’t be silly.” She replied, standing up straight and seemingly getting a second wind.
Unlike the other parts of the park they had visited, this area had a number of couples all walking around and enjoying the site. Many looking far more put together after opting to get a rickshaw to the temple rather than riding up themselves. Chris and Alice had thought about it on the bus trip in, but soon decided it was too restrictive of where they could go and as two fit people they were sure they could manage.
Locking their bikes in a bike rack near the entrance they enjoyed an afternoon of sightseeing. The giant temple full of amazing inscriptions and carvings that were unlike anything either of them had seen before, even over the last two days. Large astral pictograms covered much of the main temple, with its large halls and statues part of an ancient Luna calendar. Each 28th statue slightly larger than the others and marking a full moon which by their calculation was tomorrow. A further ring around the outside was apparently a star map of Jupiter’s movements through the solar system. It was amazing to think how such a primitive civilisation could have built such a thing.
“Wow look at this one” Chris said, leaning into a rather horrifying depiction of a man filled with a dozen spears. Its graphic detail surviving the centuries of neglect and being lost to civilisation all together. Getting no response Chris turned to see Alice with her eyes closed and a look of concentration written across her face, standing rigidly on the spot.
Opening her eyes she clearly noticed his look of concern. “Im fine” she said trying to play it off.
After more than 32 hours it was no surprise she was starting to feel her bladder complain to her. By now Chris would have expected any other woman to have burst on the spot if they tried to hold half as much as Alice was. Her bladder control was truly amazing.
Checking his watch he could see it was probably a good time to head back, the bus was scheduled to leave in a little over an hour and given drink breaks it would probably take them that long to get back to the bike shop.
“Should we head back, the bus leaves in about an hour” He asked as Alice did her best to hide the extent of her need.
“Yeah that’s probably a good idea.” She said with a forced smile. Standing with her thigh’s pressed together again, but leaning heavily to one side to maximise the pressure between them without having to outright cross them.
Unchaining their bikes this time Alice couldn’t help but let out a muffled groan this time. Her need to pee clearly escalating significantly over the course of the day, the added bottles of water flowing through her and into her bloating bladder.
Choosing not to say anything this time Chris lead the two of them back towards the bus, making small talk about the things they had seen. Halfway back Alice had requested a water break, although he wasn’t sure that was such a good idea as she told him, it was better than getting heat stroke. She was determined not to do anything differently, despite what had to be litres of liquid stored in her bladder.
As they neared the edge of the park Chris could see the extra effort Alice was putting in to control her bladder as she pedalled along with an extra 10 hours of water inside her. The constant movements and strange posture was surely wreaking havoc on her bladder, just as it was his own. The only difference between them being that he was far more use to being in this position than she was.
As they sat down at the back of the bus it was clear his girlfriend was uncomfortable, yet she said nothing about it. Even as the bus pulled into a rest stop for the other passengers on the way to their next camp site she refused to go, seemingly intent on not missing out on anything no matter how small it might have been.
Walking Slowly around the small town they were given 15 minutes to use the facilities, but instead they had found themselves visiting a small market. Unlike the others in the larger towns this was clearly much more of a local genuine market where people exchanged goods. Walking up to a fruit seller her bought a couple of apples and some snacks for tomorrow.
Taking a bite out of the apple an acrid taste filled his mouth causing him to drop the piece he had eaten out of his mouth. “Not an apple” he said shaking his head and getting a laugh from the stall owner who clearly enjoyed tourists not knowing what they were buying from him.
Expecting to see Alice laughing at him he was kind of sad to see her still walking slowly by herself.
“Look maybe we should just go?” Chris said, catching up to her as she paused for a moment as they were walking.
“No, I don’t need to waste time peeing!” She said resolutely, although the expression on her face was telling a different story despite her dismissing his offer. “I just stopped to take a drink” she said opening her bag and taking a few gulps of water as if to prove a point to him. Chris couldn’t help but think about what she was doing by adding to what he was sure was an already substantial need to pee. The bulge on her bladder now easy to see through her thin shirt which had been flapping in the breeze but was now held still by her bloated abdomen. Why was she being prideful about this, was this the origin of her giant bladder. Was this pride in it the reason she was so capable of holding?
Boarding the bus in relative silence Chris could feel the awkward tension between them. Taking his camera out he took a photo of himself, trying his best to hide what he was doing from her. Loading it up on the screen, he leaned over to her. “What do you think, one of my best” He said smiling, the small screen displaying a large image of his predominant nostrils.
Alice couldn’t help but burst out laughing at the unexpected photo, Chris’s weird sense of humour always finding a way of winning her over. Seeing her laugh brought a smile to his own face, before noticing her eyes go wide for a second.
“Don’t…Don’t make me laugh you idiot!” She said still laughing. But it seemed the awkwardness of the situation had gone, maybe she just needed to distract herself from her bladder after all. With the tension gone they both sat chatting and going through the rest of their actual photos for the next few hours as they made their way along the jungle roads.
Arriving at the next camp site late in the night the need to pee had really started to sneak up on Chris and he was sure Alice must have been feeling it too. Although she seemed to be doing better than she had been earlier, maybe the cycling had really been taking its toll on her more than him. After all her shorter frame must have made her stretch more on the bikes that were all the same size and quite comfortable for him at just over 6 foot.
“Ok guys, so there is no check in at this site so feel free to choose your own tent. The front gate is the only way in and will be locked while we are there. Another Bathroom trip will be run slightly earlier tomorrow, in order to give us time to get out and back in before the boat arrives for tomorrows trip. If you don’t not need to use the facilities in the morning please meet at Phok pier at the edge of the site. The boat will depart from there at 8am.”
With no plans of using the mornings bus to the rest stops the pair of them made sure to study the map so they knew where the pier was. They also selected a tent far away from the entrance so they could enjoy the dawn chorus of the amazing birds that they had been hearing each day but largely spoilt by the laughs and cries of their fellow travellers. It meant the two of them could get the full experience and almost pretend they were the only ones here.
Given the exertion of the day Chris could feel his body aching and watched as Alice stifled a yawn, her legs gently rubbing against each other as they unpacked and undressed for the night. Getting into their sleeping bags he quickly dozed off.
Waking a few hours later as he laid on his back on the hard ground Chris could feel his full bladder pressing into him, its weight a familiar sensation. However, next to him Alice wasn’t so calm, a constant rustling noise coming from her sleeping bag as soft moans escaped her.
“Mmmmm” Another stifled groan left between her pursed lips as she battled the increasing waves of desperation from her full bladder. It had been almost two full days since either of them had felt any relief and he could tell it was getting to her.
“Ohhh” Alice moaned again, the shuffling from her sleeping back stopping for a moment. The tent was then filled with the sound of the zipper of her bag, was she giving up? Opening his eyes he could barely see anything, but he could tell she was moving around. Now stood up it appeared she was pacing around the tent, hoping that it would take the edge off her desperation.
“Are you ok?” He said quietly, attempting to roll onto his side but being forced back by his own bladder.
“Sorry, im really sorry I didn’t mean to wake you.” She said in a hushed tone.
“No its ok.” Chris said sitting up. “How are you doing?”
“I really have to pee, its worse than I’ve felt in a long time!” Alice said, her voice clearly strained.
“If you need to go im sure we can find someplace?” Chris suggested, as much as he wanted to see her brought to her limits he didn’t want her to suffer like this.
“No its ok, I can hold it. Its just I don’t think I can sleep like this, I need something to distract myself.”
“Why don’t we take a walk, maybe that will help?” Chris suggested. “Plus if we are not going to get any sleep because of our bladders, we may as well use the time to enjoy more of the country right?”
“Yeah that would be nice” Alice replied, clearly relieved that he was in a similar position.
Getting dressed was a bit of an ordeal, with neither of them able to bend over the procedure took far longer and was punctuated with grunts and gasps that left them happy they had chosen a tent far away from anyone else.
“What time is it?” Alice asked as they stepped out of the tent, the surrounding area surprisingly well lit by the almost full moon above them.
“It’s a little after 2am” Chris said looking down at his digital watch, its brightness making him blink as its screen turned on.
“Ok so its only 6 hours till the boat arrives, I can manage that” She seemed to say almost to herself.
“Are you sure, im not sure if the boat will have toilets if you are planning on using them?”
“Oh no im not, its the days activities will help distract me like this walk. I’ll be fine although, im probably going to have to go tomorrow before bed. I hope you don’t mind that?”
Another full day of her with a brimmingly full bladder, how could he complain.
“No its ok, if you need to go before that you can do.”
“No I don’t want to take up any time that we could spend doing other things during the day….im sure I can hold” Alice said resolutely, although he picked up the faintest of worried glances pass across her face.
Walking around their corner of the campsite they made small talk for a couple of hours, the movement seemingly helping Alice control her bladder. But from time to time he was picking up on small winces she was making, sometimes pausing to press her legs together as she fainted cramp from all the walking they had done the day before. Unfortunately for her, he was well versed in spotting signs of desperation and these were tell-tale signs that her bladder was revolting inside her. Despite this she was still managing well, keeping her bulging bladder under complete control for the time being. If any other woman had shown these signs he would have been sure they were only an hour or possibly less from loosing it all, but going off how strong her bladder was it was possible she was actually going to make it.
Pushing through a patch of fallen vines Chris found what he was looking for, he had seen it on the camp map. Moving through the opening they came to a secluded beach, large sand dunes forming on the waters edge. “Mind if we sit for a minute?” He asked, not wanting to tell her the truth. While the walking might have been helping her, it was ruining his bladders equilibrium and he could feel his muscles starting to tire from the constant shifting.
“So what did you want to do tomorrow on the island, they offer a guided tour or we can just go around ourselves if you would prefer?” Chris asked, watching as Alice adjusted herself on the sand, her hand resting on her thigh.
“Um…. Guided would be good.” She said, her brain seemingly running on empty as all of its processing power seemed to be directed somewhere else.
“Ok, yeah hopefully we can learn a lot about it. Apparently the whole island is a religious site, so its probably safer if we go with them too, don’t want to step on anything.”
“Do you recon we should get something to eat before it? If they are doing another run into town in the morning, we might be able to pick something up.”
“I…I…don’t mind” Alice replied, giving a non-committal answer as she stared off across the water.
A calm silence descended on the pair of them for a few minutes as they sat watching the sky brighten, the sun still below the horizon.
“This kind of reminds me of our first date, you remember that time in…”
“Chris, I don’t think I can hold it” Alice almost whimpered, her face scrunching up slightly as her discomfort overrode her ability to hide it. This was the first time he had ever seen her like this, the confident bladder queen starting to doubt her abilities to hold it.
“Do you think you can last a little longer till the boat arrives, then the trip will distract us right?” He said half hoping it was true, his own discomfort extremely high as the days of pee swirled inside his own bladder. But looking over he could tell she had been hiding just how desperate she was, the illusion now shattered by her omission he could see the sweat building up on her face despite the cool night. Her right hand now resting deeply in her crotch as she crossed legs and gently bounced them up and down restlessly.
“I want to try” Alice said, her face now shining in the brightening sky.
A new uneasy silence fell on them as they fought their bladders for control. Chris now resting a hand on his own as Alice’s show was making it impossible to distract himself. She had seemingly given up the disguise now, openly holding herself and rocking gently where they sat. An intense pained look of concentration on her face as she desperately tried to make it through till the boat arrived, holding on to the slim hopes she could last the whole following day if there were other things to focus on. Considering how much she had been able to return to normal once they had gotten on the bus earlier and started talking he wasn’t entirely sure she was wrong about it.
Short gasps and moans started to escape from Alice for the next hour, the sky becoming lighter as the sun started to crest the horizon in front of them. The darkness above them turning a beautiful red colour. Although looking over at Alice, Chris was sure she wasn’t even taking in anything at the moment. If the whole point of this for her was to make the most of the trip what did she think they were missing right now. For his part this was what he wanted to see most, his beautiful girlfriend sitting next to him with an extremely full bladder. Watching intently as her legs shifted constantly to contain the ocean of pee she wanted to keep stored inside her body.
Seeing her shudder strongly with her eyes closed and a deep grimace formed on her face, his own bladder throbbed sympathetically. Looking at his watch it was still more than 2 hours till the boat arrived. Moving closer to her he gently grabber her free hand that wasn’t between her legs, causing her to open her eyes and look into his. Instantly they both knew she wasn’t going to make it, her tired eyes giving the game away as her eyebrows furrowed.
“I think you should just pee.”
“But….I can hold it” She tried to say, shuddering again as her body sent signal after signal to her brain to let her overfilled bladder empty for the first time in over two days.
“Are you sure? I mean, it doesn’t look like you are enjoying yourself” Chris said, trying to reason with her.
“I…im fine” She lied, an almost pleading look in her eyes as she seemed to beg him to come up with a way of getting her out of this situation.
There was only one thing for it, standing slowly he began to unzip his shorts.
“What…what are you doing?” Alice stammered, her voice faltering.
“Well, if you wont take a bathroom break I am going too now. So, you may as well join me.” He said, watching her face contort as she fought herself against the idea.
“What out here?”
“Yes, everyone else is still asleep on the other side of the campsite. No one will see us” He said offering a hand to the still sitting Alice.
Gingerly she accepted, her hand moving into his even before she had consciously made a decision. “Oh god” She winced, standing causing her bladder to shift and spasm inside her. Chris watched as with trembling hands she fought against he shorts, the Knot she had tied in the string seemingly pulled tighter by her bulging bladder and making it harder to undo them.
“Oooh” She whimpered again, tugging at the material as her legs danced below her.
“Come here” Chris said, walking over to help. Grabbing the rope Alice put her hands to her crotch again as he began the painstaking process of untangling the knotted mess that was the string. Normally he would have suggested she just pulled them down, but there was no way she could do that without wetting herself.
As she continued to groan next to him Chris eventually got the string untangled and released her from the prison of her shorts which she quickly let drop to the floor. Now standing in just her pants she continued to dance, her legs moving feverishly. Even in the dim light Chris could easily see the red line across her abdomen that had being caused by the pressure of her bladder pushing on her restrictive clothing.
“How…where do we go?” She asked frantically, her bladder trembling inside her as she bit her lip. The idea of peeing outside completely foreign to her, having such a strong bladder Chris wondered when the last time if ever she had resorted to this was.
“Look, just go anywhere, no one will see.” Chris said calmly as his own overfilled bladder began to pulse. Ever since undoing his zipper his desperation had rapidly increased, the urge influenced by how close he had been letting lose. Now a couple of minutes later he was having to grab himself to stop anything coming out. Ordinarily such a display would have been a little embarrassing for him, but Alice was a little preoccupied to notice.
“Oh god” She whimpered again, her whole-body shuddering and then staying completely still for a moment. The area once again silent other than the lapping of the waves, before a hiss of air escaped between her clenched jaw. Quickly Alice almost ran a few steps forward to be next to Chris again, shaking her legs free of her underwear she stooped quickly and almost instantly the days’ worth of pee shot out of her tiring body.
Next to her Chris had reached his limit too, unable to even pull his shorts down he simply pulled the hem of his boxers down and relieved himself as if he was standing at a urinal.
Groaning in unison their tortured bodies finally relaxed as two strong twin streams exploded out of them. Their powerful arcs spraying heavily into the golden sand, the fine particulates turning darker as the pee spread between them. The stillness of the night punctuated with their groans and two tremendous hisses as their high powered jets of piss cut through the air.
Looking down Chris watched Alice pee, her eyes closed and clearly enjoying the sensation. The powerful stream thundering out of her at a pace far greater than even his own, the pressure inside her must have truly been immense. He could see her gently twitching, her brimming bladder slowly deflating as the days of pee rushed out of her and onto the now drenched sand beneath her. A substantial area quickly darkening as their piss drenched the surrounding area, rivulets spreading down the side of the sloping dunes and towards the ocean in front of them.
For more than two minutes they continued to pee, watching the sun rise as their streams continued. A strange feeling of romantic intimacy forming between them as they watched they stared at the beauty In front of them, their streams finally running dry at almost the same moment. Letting out a deep sigh Chris readjusted himself in the near daylight, giving an extremely relieved looking Alice a hand up.
Kissing Alice on her flushed cheek the pair made their way back up to their tent much happier. Chris couldn’t believe what he had just witnessed although part of him was slightly sad it was over. But then again there were still 11 days to go.
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I hope you enjoyed this story, its a bit more subtle than some of my others but hopefully it is still enjoyable!
All feedback is welcome, good or bad!
And as always, thanks for reading!
As a side note, for anyone wondering the title comes from the Cambodian epic, an ancient book of Asian poetry. |
This one I just wrote last night because I needed a story that I could write in like 20 minutes and this was one of the shortest ones on my upcoming stories list, and also the last story on that list as it turns out. I've actually written quite a few stories involving Schrödinger's cat under my own name since I am a sci-fi novelist, so it's only natural that eventually I would write a story about that involving my pee fetish. So here is sort of a story that is sort of like a physics joke told through the lens of a bathroom line. Enjoy! Also available in my blog https://desperatejill83.livejournal.com/1754.html
Schrödinger's Bathroom Line
Jill could feel that her bladder was about to explode and she couldn't wait for intermission to arrive so that she could finally get to the bathroom. Unfortunately she got bottlenecked and there was that usual crowd that was surging towards the back of the theater that was surely going to beat her to the bathroom.
"I just know there's going to end up being a line!" Jill said as she shook her head.
"Maybe not," said her friend Ralph. "Have you ever heard of Schrödinger's cat?"
"You mean where that guy puts the cat in the box with the poison to see if the cat will eat the poison?" Jill asked. "Yeah I think I remember hearing something about that, which sounds like a really lousy thing to do to a cat, even as part of an experiment."
"Yeah but the point I am making is that until someone actually looks in the box to see if the cat has eaten the poison both possibilities exist in alternate parallel universes."
"And what exactly does that have to do with my current situation?"
"Well I think that it can apply to the bathroom line as well."
"I'm afraid that I am still not following you."
"Don't you get it, the same thing is true of the bathroom line as is true for the cat. Until you actually see the bathroom line and encounter the bathroom line there exists both the possibility that there is going to be a really huge bathroom line, as well as the possibility that there will be no bathroom line at all."
"At a crowded event during intermission believe me there is always going to be a line at the ladies room!"
"Not until you see the ladies room line, until then it only exists as a theoretical possibility in some type of state of quantum fluctuation or something along those lines. Here let me try something."
Ralph took a blindfold and tied it around Jill's face and eyes.
"What the hell do you think you are doing?" Jill said as she reached for the blindfold to take it off.
"Well wait let's just test this hypothesis out. I will lead you over to where the bathrooms are and as long as you don't see a line for the bathroom the bathroom line only exists theoretically infinite number of reality and timelines."
"I can't believe this, this is the stupidest thing I have ever heard," Jill said as Ralph led her to over where the bathrooms were. "I can hear a lot of people, I am pretty sure that there is a bathroom line."
"Not until you actually see the bathroom line if it exists or not," Ralph said. "Right now the line only exists in theory."
As Jill stood there with a blindfold over her face she felt like an idiot. "Can I finally just take this stupid thing off, I'm pretty sure there's a bathroom line there and that I am waiting very much at the end of it regardless of what universe we may or may not be inhabiting right now."
"Okay fine you can take the blindfold off," Ralph said as Jill removed the blindfold and saw that the line was sneaking down the hallways such that she couldn't even see the beginning of the line from where she was.
"God dammit I knew there would be a line!" Jill said shaking her head and folding her arms in frustration." See it didn't matter that I was blindfolded or not, there was still a line one way or the other and other people were acknowledging the fact that the line existed by observing it."
Ralph laughed. "You know that's actually true, I suppose the fact that other people can make an actual observation of the reality of the line existing automatically makes it come into existence. But hey Jill, and maybe you can take solace in one thing."
"How can I take solace in anything, there's no way I'm going to be able to get through this line before intermission ends!"
"Well if the whole idea of multiple realities exists and Schrödinger's right about quantum whatever, well this means in some type of alternate parallel universe there is no line whatsoever and you have already gotten into the bathroom!"
"Well little good that does me here in this reality! I wish that I was parallel universe Jill right now, she's not about to piss herself! Hey Ralph where you going?"
"Well I'm going to use the men's room, fortunately there's no line," Ralph said as he ran into the men's room smiling.
"Multi-verse or not I am pretty sure that that is true in every reality!" Jill said as she frowned and stood at the end of a very long bathroom line whose very length suggested that the possibility that reality was infinite in all directions was very distinctly possible. |
P.S. The content of this fiction may have a bit sexuality if any mistakes occur. I am sorry to this point. Things to read this story to have fun
Nick, a first year college boy studying at a university far from home, decided to rent a dormitory for the convenience of going to college. Catalina, the owner of the 29-year-old dormitory, gave the keys to Nick's room, room 203 and tell the rules of the dormitory rental there. Nick opened the room he rented inside the room wide enough to be alone. Nick didn't wait to take things into the room and clean.Nick takes the time to bring things into the room and clean for about an hour. After cleaning, Nick lay to rest
An hour passed……...Two hours passed……….
*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*
Suddenly someone knocked on the door of his room. Nick tried to ignore and continued to sleep until the knocking on the door became louder
*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*
and a female voice appears. “ Excuse me, can I go to your bathroom? ”
Nick, who heard the voice of that person, agreed to open the door and saw a woman with long, smooth hair her body was quite good, almost causing Nick to charm her age should be working age She was holding her hands around her vagina and madly crossing her legs.
“ Ah….I lost my room key. Can I use the bathroom in your room? ”
Nick goes back to let her go into the room. The woman rushed to the bathroom, but then Nick caught her arm and asked.
“ Why is it my room? Although you can request your room key to reserve ”
The woman was shocked and quickly used her other hand to push Nick's hand out and squeeze her thighs tightly. She blushed and shouted.
“ Please, I'm going to piss myself Allow me to use the bathroom. ”
No matter how much the woman pushed Nick, Nick didn't move because she had to spare her strength to not pee, but Nick grabbed her waist and took her to bed.
“ Ah! ” The whimper of that woman causing Nick enough to guess that she had leaked her bottom into shaking Nick's lap and mingled with her sobbing
“ *Sob* I will do everything you want…..*Sob*, just let me use …..*Sob* bathroom.”
Nick, who heard what the woman said, revealed his evil smile and released that woman.
That woman rushed to the bathroom, opened the bathroom door but there was a golden liquid coming out between her legs.
“ No...No...No…..Ah! ”
That woman grew more hot with the golden liquid coming out of her vagina. She hurried to discuss the skirt up to not get more wet and squatting in front of the bathroom and releasing all the golden liquid. That woman, after releasing all the golden liquid, didn't move until Nick walked to that woman.
“ Um, are you okay? ”
After Nick asked, the woman jumped in until Nick fell and the woman straddled and revealed her angry face.
“ I don't forgive you for making me piss myself. ”
Nick, who saw her angry face, was very cute, causing Nick to fall for a moment, but Nick pulled his own consciousness. And grabbing the buttons of her shirt and releasing it one by one
“ What are you doing? No! ”
her button-down shirt was completely discharged, and Nick dropped the sleeves and saw her bra with a white flower pattern. And Nick plunged into her bra and grabbed her chest without any support.
“ Ah! ” That woman blushed and whimpered, but she didn't seem to resist. It made Nick wonder.
Nick began to hold her chest more and began to squeeze her chest more intense. She makes a whimper more than ever.
“ Ah!..... Ah!...... AH! ”
Then Nick grabbed the woman's skirt and pulled down. Her underwear was the same pattern as her bra, but had a moist yellow mark attached to it. The woman was a little shy and spoke up.
“ This is the mark that you did to me. ”
Nick, who saw the wet patches from pee in her underwear and revealed the evil smile once more and pulling her underwear down with another piece showing her vagina nothing more obscured and Nick was about to take his finger to the woman's vagina That woman was already prepared for what was happening to her and closed her eyes, but after a while there was nothing going into her vagina and she opened her eyes and saw Nick wiping her wet wet straight between her legs and screaming indefinitely up to her vagina, making her impatient to whimper until finally, Nick wipes the pee between her legs and her vagina until dry. The woman got up from Nick's body and put the dress back to normal
“ Why did you stop halfway? ” With the suspicion of that woman, but Nick took his face in to that woman
“ If you want to know, then you try to come to my room where you are the same as today. ”
That woman blushed immediately upon hearing what Nick had said and replied in stuttering.
“ W….What are you t….talking about. Do you w….want me to pee again? ”
Nick saw that her reaction couldn't help laughing.
“ Hahaha, I'm just kidding. ”
After the woman finished dressing, Nick asked for her spare key. Her room was 205 and Nick sent the woman to her room.
“ Thank you for asking for a spare key for me. ”
“ Never mind, don't lose your keys again later. ” Finished talking and she was about to close the room door but Nick grabbed her arm first
“ Is there anything else? Or want to see me pee myself again? ”
“ No no no ” Nick blushed and immediately declined.
“ If there is nothing, then I will leave. I also had to wash my skirts and underwear. ”
“ W…...W…..What is your name? ”Nick was very shy to ask the name of the woman, but was finally able to ask. That woman was surprised and smiled.
“ I thought you wouldn't ask me like that anymore My name is Eli and what is your name? ”
Nick, who heard the answer, was happy as if she agreed to be his girlfriend and respond to her.
“ My name is Nick. Nice to meet you Eli-san ”
“ Nice to meet you.I hope to pee myself in your room again ”
And the beginning of Nick's dormitory begins, and Nick will remain Nick and Eli's secret forever( ? ) |
P.S. After I wrote the first part and I tried to read it again and thought to myself, "How did I make this story? Why is it so crazy?"
So I composed the second part to erase my own distortion. I'm sorry for making the first part quite distorted.
OK START!
Two weeks ago Nick was staying at this dormitory and an event in Eli Pee herself.
He lives a normal life. Nothing. Sometimes he meets Eli and greets one another.
" Uh, hel… "
" \\\\\\\\\ Excuse me Just as I have business/////////"
And Eli closed her door loudly. Wondering what happened that day.
Back to the present, Nick has nothing to do, so he left the room and went for a walk downstairs. Nick went downstairs and met a girl he was accustomed to lift something heavy.
" Um, can I help you? "
That woman stopped to stop and turn her face as she heard it and she was Catalina. Nick helped Catalina carry things and then rest in Catalina's office.
“ Thank you for helping to carry things today. ”
“ Never mind Yes, I have absolutely nothing to do. ”
Catalina went to the fridge and picked up one thing and gave it to Nick,
“ This is the reward that helped me today. ”
it was a bottle of green tea and she even gave three bottles of it. Nick picked up green tea from Catalina and walked back to the room, but Nick is not a person who likes to drink green tea so he decided to give it to his dormitory friends. The first room that Nick would give was Room 202. He was in front of Room 202 and knocked on the door.
*knock* *knock* *knock*
After Nick knocked for a moment, someone opened the door. Is a white woman Nick blushed to see her condition open the door to welcome him. She now only has one g-string and a towel to control her head, but she doesn't seem to cover her breasts as well, and Nick gives her green tea.
“ \\\\\\\\\\\\G…...Green tea. I don't really drink tea so I give it to you.///////////// ”
Nick closed his eyes to not see her body. That woman picked up green tea from Nick and told Nick that
“ It's fine. I don't mind that you see me naked ”
Nick looked up and saw that she was grabbing her chest and moved it slightly. Nick turned red and the woman laughed.
“ Hahaha, you are so innocent. But will you come to my room first? I will give you the rewards you gave me. ”
“ O...Ok ”
Nick entered her room, the room was like a streamer room. There is a computer with multiple monitors, keyboards and mice for gamers, and there are two chairs, one of which she's already sitting
“ Will you come to play the game together? ” She slapped in an empty chair and invited Nick to sit.
“ Do you want to play any games? ”
“ Hmm ... Anything, I can play it all. ”
That woman hovered over a program and clicked on that program. It was a Super Mario game.
“ Wait a minute. Um……. ”
“ Nick ”
“ Okay, Nick, wait a moment. ” After she finished speaking, she pulled on one g-string she was wearing right now. She was completely naked and nothing could conceal her body anymore. Her vagina has no hair, covering even one line. She was a little red and told Nick that
“ This is kind of comfortable.You take your clothes off too. ”
And Nick got the woman to take off all his clothes until he saw his dick It has magnified since it saw that woman's naked body and the woman presses to start the game immediately after taking off Nick's clothes.
“ You choose the character first. Uh……. ”
“ Hahaha. I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Chalon. ”
Nick and Charon can choose the character. Nick chooses to play Luigi. Charon chose Princess Peach. The game continued until the stage where Charon had difficulty passing
Nick and Charon were working together on this side, still not able to get past this stage. After thirty minutes, they couldn't even pass. At this time, Charon felt dry and picked up a bottle of cold water and drank it quickly. Fifteen minutes had passed, Nick and Charon were still unable to pass this stage.
“ This stage is really difficult. ”
“ Hahaha, probably so. ” *gulp* *gulp* *gulp*
Charon responded to Nick and drank another bottle of cold water.
“ Um….., Charon, you drink this much. Don't you want to pee at all? ”
“ Also want to pee, but I rarely go to the bathroom ”
“ Is that so? ” Charon heard that Nick asked and revealed a small smile.
“ Why? Or you want to see me pee? ”
“ Eh!, what are you talking about? ” Nick immediately blushed and replied to Charon
and Charon laughed out.
“ Hahaha. You don't have to hide it. Eli told me that you made her pee herself. ”
Nick grew more blush that Eli described the actions Nick had done to her and Sharon picked up a joystick and changed the conversation.
“ Let's continue playing the game. ”
Nick picked up the joystick and continued the game. Time passed, Nick and Charon were still unable to pass through this stage. And what Nick was talking about, Charon started to move her thighs a little, Nick saw Charon's condition and asked her.
“ What's wrong, Chalon? ” Charon heard that Nick asked and looked blush, dared not look at Nick's face and responded.
“ The weather made me feel cold in my pussy. ”
“ Is that so? So I believe that is the case. ” Nick and Charon continue playing the game. Charon's concentration began to be out of the game, and she had to fill her vagina with her hands when she had the opportunity and whimper until Nick can notice and ask her again
“ Really cold? Why do you have to hold your hand in your pussy? ”
Charon blushed more and accepted with a lingering tone.
“ I can't fool you. Fine, I want to pee. I went to the bathroom first. ”
Charon held her hand in her vagina and got out of the chair, but Nick grabbed her arm.
“ Play through this stage before you can enter the bathroom. ”
Charon was immediately shocked by what Nick said.
“ What are you saying I'll piss myself. ”
“ If you can't endure, you are not a real gamer. ”
What Nick said seems to have stunned her very much. Sharon sat in the chair and picked up the joystick again and slightly shook her butts.
“ I will show you the gamer. ”
Charon then pressed the start of the level again. This play, she used a lot of concentration, hardly a mistake to play, but Nick noticed the seat of the Charon chair was slightly darker. She leaked out. But it does not cause the distraction of Charon at all.She breathed softly and complained and played the game too.
“ A little more, a little more Don't just come out. ”
Chalon played far from where she had played and was about to reach the finish line. But then…..
“ AHHHHHHHHH! ”
The golden liquid escaped from Chalon's vagina and she couldn't stop, so she had to move the joystick and pee along with it, and finally, Charon successfully reached the finish line.
“ Ah, won't be in time. AH! ”
After Sharon came to the finish line, she pushed the chair away and sat squatting and releasing all the golden liquid, but it didn't seem to catch all the golden liquid before she left the chair. Tears began to bathe on Charon's cheeks and began to sob.
“ *Sob* *Sob* Why? *Sob* *Sob* ”
After Sharon pissed, Nick took the cushion that Charon Pee put in the sun and Charon wore a g-string, but she didn't wear the bra the same way and Charon delivered Nick in front of her room.
“ I had a lot of fun today. Thank you for playing the game with me. ”
“ It's fine. I have nothing to do as well. ”
After talking, Charon is about to close the door of the room, but Nick takes his hand to grab Sharon's chest. Charon blushed as soon as Nick caught her chest and over time Nick removed his hand and told Charon that
“ I would like to receive your reward. ”
And Charon responded to Nick in a provocative way that
“ My pleasure and I hope to play games with you again. ”
“ Me too. ”
And Charon completely shut the door of her room and Nick returned to his room and ended the story that day, but Nick completely forgot what to do.
END
Edited August 3, 2020 by Nagito
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What follows is 98% written by a language model called GPT-3 via the paid Dragon model in AI Dungeon. Only the text on the line following the > is written by me, everything else is written by the AI. That includes the parts where my character is speaking. If you don't see a > on that line then I did not write it. I did undo lines when it took me down a path I didn't want it to take (such as my character threatening to break the other characters knees), and had it regenerate text until I got the story going in the direction I wanted. I did not edit any of the AI responses to get the response I wanted.
>Prompt: You are Emily, a 30 year old woman. You are talking to your friend Sarah, a 29 year old woman.
> You say "Sarah, I have a question to ask you."
"What is it?" she asks.
> You say "Why do you pee your pants so often?"
"Because I'm a disgusting person, OK?"
"No, it's not OK. We're friends, and friends help each other. I'm worried about you."
"You've never said anything before."
"I've never been this worried before. How can I help?"
"You can't. I'm beyond help. But thanks for being a good friend and worrying about me."
"Do... do you need to go right now?"
"Yes. Badly."
> You say "Then why don't you go to the bathroom?"
"Because I'm a freakin' idiot. I'll just go in my pants. I might as well be a 5 year old, for all the sense I'm making."
> You say "Do you like it?"
"What?"
"Peeing in your pants. Do you like it?"
"Are you on crack? Who the hell would like that?"
"I don't know. I'm asking you. Do you?"
"Why would I?"
> You say "You just said you have to pee badly, if you didn't like it you would just go to the bathroom."
"No I didn't. I said I'm a freakin' idiot for not going to the bathroom, but I don't actually like peeing in my pants."
"I think you do. I think you like peeing in your pants so much that you're self-deluded into thinking you have some sort of urinary control problem when you don't. I bet you secretly enjoy it, but you just don't want to admit it because it's shameful or something."
"Shut up. Just shut up. You don't know what the hell you're talking about. You're an idiot."
"I'm an idiot because I don't pee in my pants? What does that make you?"
"Shut up! SHUT UP! I HAVE TO PEE!"
"So go pee."
"I... I... OKAY! THERE. YOU'RE RIGHT. I LIKE IT."
"I know. That's why you're yelling."
"I'M NOT YELLING, I'M NOT EVEN LOUD. WHAT THE HELL, EM?"
"That's better. Much better."
"I'm going to the bathroom. You're right, I do like it. I like it a lot. And I don't care who knows. Everyone will know, because I'm going to tell them. I'm going to go buy a billboard and put it on there. 'I LIKE TO PEE IN MY PANTS.' Everyone will see it. And they'll all know. Everyone. They'll all know. Everyone will know. Everyone will know that I... I..."
"That you what?"
"That I... That I..."
"That you...?"
"That I... LOVE PEEING MY PANTS!
> You say "What do you love the most about peeing your pants?"
"What do I love the most? The feeling, obviously."
"Of course. What else?"
"The warmth, the wetness, everything."
"What else? Be specific."
"The feeling of powerlessness. I don't have any power over my bladder, or my body in general. If I did, I wouldn't be in this situation, would I?"
"That's true. Anything else?"
"The humiliation. I'm putting on a show for everyone. They're all looking at me and laughing at how stupid I look. Or they pity me. Or they're looking at me like one of those sad pandas in the zoo."
> You say "I'd love to see you pee your pants."
"You would? Are you some kind of freak?"
"I'm a little weird, yeah. So is that a yes? Because I'd really like to see it."
"I guess so. But only if you go buy me some coffee. And cake. I want some cake too. Chocolate. And if you come back here within the hour, I'll let you watch me pee my pants."
"You drive a hard bargain. I accept."
"Okay, go!"
You run out of the coffee shop and go to the nearest bakery. You buy a coffee and a piece of chocolate cake and then head back to the coffee shop. You see a line to the counter that would rival that of Disneyland on a weekend, but you see your friend at a table and head over to her.
"Here," you say, setting the coffee and cake down on the table.
"Thank you," she says. "I was really thirsty and hungry. Now I'm just thirsty. You can have the cake if you want."
"You don't want it?" you ask.
"No," she says. "I want the coffee more. I only wanted the cake because I was thirsty."
"Are you still playing the peeing in your pants game?"
"Yes. And you'll be watching me."
> You say "Okay then, stand up and yell that you're peeing your pants, and then do it, pee your pants."
She stands up and yells, "I'm peeing my pants!" Then she looks down at her legs and checks to see if anything is coming out. Nothing yet. She sits back down and takes a bite of the cake. Nothing yet.
"Come on!" she says with her mouth full, looking down at her lap again. "I need to go. I drank too much coffee."
You pull out your phone and pretend to answer it. "Hello?" you say. "What? I can't hear you. There's too much pee in here!"
"WHAT? What are you talking about? I don't sound like that!" your friend yells.
"I'm sorry, I can't hear you. The pee is too loud."
"What?"
"Too. Much. Pee."
"Are you serious?"
"Hello? I can't hear you. The pee is... oh, wait, there it goes."
She looks down and smiles as she watches a stream of urine run down her leg and into the coffee shop. People look over at her and laugh. She smiles, then makes eye contact with a group of them, laughing all the while. She finishes peeing and pulls out some paper napkins to clean herself up.
"Alright," she says. "I'm done. Let's go." You stand up and follow her out of the coffee shop.
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Here's some information and tips for using AI Dungeon.
There's two models, Griffen and Dragon. Griffen is free, Dragon is not. Griffen is based on an older language model called GPT-2, Dragon is based on a new language model called GPT-3. If you want to use the paid model you need to switch to it in settings after signing up. Both models are made by Open AI, with GPT-3 in pre-release last month. GPT-3 does a lot more than just generate porn stories, people have been throwing all sorts of things at it and it's been doing some magical things.
You can use any of the pre-made prompts for your peeing delight, but I like to use the custom prompt so I can write what I want. Check out how the pre-made prompts are written so you know how to write the custom prompt for the best results. Remember that the prompt is only a starting point, you can always change the story as you see fit.
AI Dungeon wants you to speak in second person. This means use "you" instead of "I".
AI Dungeon has an issue with good writing. Sometimes it has long and good descriptions, other times it does not, there doesn't seem to be a way to control it. It likes to skip forward in time a lot if you let it. I've had stories start where the AI immediately write that it's the next day even though nothing has happened. Dialogue tags (she said, you said, etc) are not used very often by AI Dungeon, it uses them, but very little. If you use AI Dungeon to write a story that you're going to share make sure to go back and re-read it and add tags where needed so the reader doesn't lose track of who's talking. Speaking of that, sometimes AI Dungeon loses track of who's talking. I've had it switch point of view mid-sentence.
The Say and Do commands are obvious, but the Story command is not. While Say and Do apply to you, you can use Story to force things to happen. So if you want an NPC to jump up and down you can just type in that they jump up and down. I recommend not using this and allowing the AI to do the work for you, it's more fun that way.
If you don't like what the AI responds with, or you make a typo and want to change your response, there's an Undo and Redo button at the bottom. Next to it is an edit button, this lets you edit the last response (from you or the AI). If you don't like anything about the response you can have the AI regenerate the response as well with the circle and arrow button.
AI Dungeon only uses the last 1000 tokens for context. I think a token in this context means a word, although I'm not sure. What this means is that any text past the token limit does not exist to the AI.
AI Dungeon is forgetful or gets confused. Sometimes you might tell a character to pee their pants, and then they take all their clothes off, and then pee in their pants. Sometimes my character will sit down, only to have them sit down again two lines later. This doesn't seem to further confuse the AI, but it can be annoying for a story to have things like this happen.
When using the Dragon model if you use a custom prompt the very first AI response will always use GPT-2 . This is done because there isn't full access to GPT-3 yet, and it's possible to trick AI Dungeon into giving you access with the correct prompt.
AI Dungeon supports every fetish, every sexual act, and likely supports sexual things that nobody has thought of yet. It can also make connections between different sexual acts and fetishes. Sometimes the AI likes to bring up diapers when talking about pee for example. One time it started talking about furbabies.
AI Dungeon likes to go off on tangents. One second you're reading about a woman peeing, the next your girlfriend busts in crying about the cat. You can always undo or regenerate responses.
AI Dungeon is very good at guessing what you want to do most of the time so you don't have to hand hold it. When it does something weird you can always undo or regenerate, or put in your own command to get it off of the weirdness.
Use the POV command to see what anything else is thinking, and I mean anything. You use it by typing in what you want the point of view to be from followed by "POV:" So if you want to see what Sarah is thinking, you would type "Sarah POV:" without quotes. As I said, you can use this on anything, if you want to know a chair's opinion on what's going on that will work. This actually changes the point of view to whatever you type in, so undo it after using it or use the command to go back to the character you want.
Go ahead and try it yourself. There's a 7 day free trial for the Dragon model. Make sure to immediately cancel so you don't get charged by accident, you'll still have access for the 7 days. Also change from the Griffen model to the Dragon model in settings or you won't get as good results. It takes some time to figure out how to use it so you're not being too hand holdy. Originally I used the Story command a lot to force things to happen, but I found that you'll get much better results if you never use it. There is quite a liberal use of the regenerate response button though, as sometimes the AI refuses to play along. Sometimes I'll write "You say, "pee your pants."" and then the other character will say no, and then the AI gets into an argument with itself over if the person will pee their pants or not. In one case the other character got so mad they killed me lol.
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Here's a long somewhat rambling story I made with the app. Like above, only the lines with > were done by me. Started to go in a dark direction at the end and I didn't feel like fighting with the AI any more so that's the end! It's pretty incredible honestly, highly recommend it.
You are PB, a college girl. You are talking to your friend Marceline, a musician. You are both college students in the same classes.
> You say "Marceline, can i ask you a question?"
> You say "Do you have to pee? I've noticed you've been squirming all day"
Marcy looks at you with a mixture of surprise and confusion. She then quickly shakes her head.
"No! No, no, it's fine!" she says.
Marcy has always been able to lie flawlessly. You believe her, but decide not to push the issue.
"Cool," you say.
For the rest of the day, you remain in your seats.
> You notice that Marceline is crossing her legs and squirming back and forth.
She is obviously uncomfortable, and its almost as if she has to pee.
You wait a few hours before speaking again. You notice that the whole group is more talkative than before. The teachers have been going back and forth between their room and the lunch room, obviously aware that you're out of food. They are almost definitely going to head to the store soon.
"Marcy," you say.
"Hm?" she responds, a little startled. She had been squirming more than usual.
"I have to pee," you say.
She looks at you with surprise. "Well go," she says, obviously annoyed.
"I can't."
"Why not? Its right there." She points over your shoulder.
"I can't leave the group."
"Why not?"
> You say "I need you to come with me"
"Because I need someone to hold the door open for me," you say. "Please Marcy, I have a huge bladder and can't wait much longer."
"Fine," she says. "I can't believe I'm doing this."
Marcy gets up and walks over to you.
"Let's just go," she says.
You nod. "Thanks."
You stand up and walk towards the bathroom. You notice a lot of the other students are in the same situation as you, so you say something.
> You say "We should hurry before there's a line."
"We should hurry before there's a line," you say.
A few people grunt in response, but nobody actually moves. You and Marcy look at each other and roll your eyes.
"You first," you say, gesturing towards the bathroom door.
"No, you go ahead."
You shake your head.
> You say "Ok. But are you sure you don't need to go?"
"Ok. But are you sure you don't need to go?" you ask.
Marcy looks down for a moment, then nods. "Yeah, I'm sure."
You sigh. "Well I do. I have a huge bladder, remember?"
Marcy looks at the bathroom door, then at the group of people around you, then back at the door. She opens her mouth to say something, then closes it. Finally, she speaks.
"Fine," she says. "I'll go in with you."
> You go into the stall and start peeing.
You walk into the bathroom and find that there is only one stall with a line of girls waiting for you. You turn red and Marcy laughs at you.
"It's fine, it's fine," you say.
You and Marcy walk into the stall and you close the door behind you. Marcy stands a respectable distance away from you as you do your business. You finish quickly and walk out of the stall. Marcy is nowhere to be seen.
"Marcy?"
> You see Marceline with her hand between her legs squirming by the sinks.
You see Marcy with her hand between her legs squirming by the sinks. You laugh and she turns bright red.
"It's not funny!" she says. "I have to go so bad."
"You've been holding it for a long time. Is it possible that you could have waited any longer?
Marcy sighs. "No, not really. I drank a lot of soda before we left."
> You say "I can tell you're about to pee yourself. Use the bathroom before you have an accident!"
"I can tell you're about to pee yourself. Use the bathroom before you have an accident!"
Marcy nods and rushes into the stall. You hear the stream hit the water and you laugh.
"It's not funny," she says from the stall. "It really, really hurts."
"You're right, it's not funny," you say. "It's hilarious."
After a few moments, Marcy comes out of the stall. You give her a few more moments, then walk into the stall and sit down.
> You say "Marcy, you're going to wet yourself in class if you keep doing this"
"Marcy, you're going to wet yourself in class if you keep doing this."
You hear Marcy gasp from outside the stall.
"I'm not peeing my pants in front of the class!"
> You say "Has it happened to you before?"
"Has it happened to you before?"
"No!"
You hear a squirt and Marcy's feet slide along the floor.
"I'm not going out there!" she says. "They'll know!"
> You say "Did you leak in your panties a little bit?"
"Did you leak in your panties a little bit?"
"Maybe."
You hear the sound of fabric rubbing together.
"This is so embarrassing!
> You say "Do you still have to go?"
"Do you still have to go?"
Marcy sighs.
"No, I think I'm good now."
You hear the door open and Marcy steps inside the stall.
"Come on," she says. "I don't want to miss anymore class time."
You follow her out of the bathroom and head back to class.
> You notice that there is a little wet patch on her crotch.
After a few moments in the bathroom, you and Marcy walk back to class. There's a little wet patch on her right side, near her groin.
"Hey, you peed yourself!" you say.
Marcy turns bright red.
"Shut up," she says, through gritted teeth.
She gets redder and you laugh. She smiles, despite herself.
"It's not funny," she says.
"It kind of is."
Marcy sits down and the teacher looks at her disapprovingly. You sit down beside her and laugh quietly to yourself.
> You after school you go to spend the night at Marcy's house.
That evening, you and Marcy hang out together at her house. After dinner, you two go into her room. You're both on your laptops and chatting quietly. Eventually, you decide to call it a night. You get into bed and shut your laptop.
"Goodnight," you say.
"Goodnight," says Marcy from her bed.
You lay there in silence for a few moments. Then, you realize that you need to pee.
"Marcy," you say. "I have to go to the bathroom."
"Go ahead," she says.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I'm sure."
You get out of bed and walk into the bathroom. You do your business, then start to wash your hands.
"Marcy?" you say. "Do you need to go?"
"Yeah, I need to pee," she says.
You finish washing your hands and open the bathroom door. Marcy stands in front of you, her eyes looking down at the floor.
"Marcy," you say. "Why are you avoiding making eye contact with me?"
She continues to avoid eye contact. She looks down and to the left, anywhere but at your eyes. You place your hand under her chin and gently guide her head up. Her eyes dart up to your eyes and then quickly away. She takes a deep breath and looks down again. You move your other hand under her chin and raise her head again. This time, she holds it there and looks into your eyes.
"What's wrong?" you ask.
"I need to tell you something," she says.
"What?"
She takes a deep breath.
"I wet myself during class today."
You burst out laughing.
"It's not funny!" she says, angrily.
"I'm sorry," you say. "I just... I couldn't help it."
She slaps your arm.
"It's not funny. I really need to go to the doctor."
"Do you think I can help?"
"I don't know," she says. "Can you?"
"Maybe," you say. "Do you want to try something?"
You place your hand under her chin and guide her head up. She holds it there, looking into your eyes. You lean in and kiss her on the lips. She closes her eyes and kisses you back. The two of you embrace and kiss for a few moments. Then, you pull away.
"There," you say. "All better."
"I don't feel any different," she says.
"You'll be fine."
She smiles at you.
"I really like you, you know that?" she says.
"I really like you, too," you say.
The two of you embrace and kiss again. Then, you get into bed together and hold each other. The two of you fall asleep together in her bed. You're happy.
The next morning, you wake up and get out of bed. Marcy is still fast asleep. You look down at her and smile.
"I love you," you say.
She snores in response. You laugh and shake your head. You get dressed and walk downstairs, finding Marcy's mom in the kitchen.
"Morning, honey," she says. "Would you like some breakfast?"
"That sounds great," you say.
She pours you a bowl of cereal and hands it to you. You sit down at the table and eat, while Marcy's mom prepares her own breakfast. You look out the window and see that the weather is gloomy.
"Looks like it might rain today," you say.
"Yes, I suppose it does," says Marcy's mom, absent-mindedly.
You both eat your breakfast in silence. Then, you remember something.
"Oh, Marcy and I are going into town today."
"Is that so?"
"Yes. We're... we're going to the doctor."
"I see," she says, although it's clear that she doesn't. "Well, be back for dinner."
> You go upstairs to get Marceline up.
You go upstairs and enter Marcy's room. She's still asleep. You shake her shoulder.
"Marcy, wake up."
She wakes up and looks around sleepily.
"What time is it?"
> You notice her bed has a wet patch on it.
You look down and see that there's a wet patch on the bed. You look at Marcy, and she looks back.
"I... I..." she says, trailing off.
"You wet the bed?"
"I couldn't hold it!" she says, starting to cry. "I need to go to the doctor."
You look out the window. The weather's gotten worse, and you can barely see the road from the window. You sigh. It's going to be a long walk to town.
"We're not going anywhere today," you say.
"What?" she says, surprised. "Why not?"
"It's raining. We can't go walking in that. We'd get soaked."
"But I need to go the doctor!"
"Do you want to go out in that?"
"Well, no."
"Well, then it's settled. We're staying here today."
"Can we still go tomorrow?"
"Sure. If the weather's fine, then we'll go into town tomorrow."
"OK," she says. "
> You say "If you're worried about having more accidents, we could get you some diapers"
"If you're worried about having more accidents, we could get you some diapers."
You immediately regret saying that. She bursts into tears and runs to the bathroom. A moment later, you hear the shower turn on.
"I'm sorry, Marcy!" you shout.
A moment later, you hear the door slam. You run to the bathroom and knock on the door.
"Marcy, open the door!"
"Just leave me alone for a while!"
You sigh and sit down on the floor. After a few minutes, the shower turns off. A moment later, the bathroom door opens.
"I'm sorry," you say.
"It's OK," she says, with her voice quiet and meek again. "I should have told you. I just get embarrassed. I'll try to hold it better, I promise."
"I'm going to get you some diapers. If you're really worried about it, then you can wear them. I don't mind."
"I'll... I'll think about it," she says. "Can we just watch TV for a bit? I just want to relax. After that, I'll make us some lunch. Does that sound good?
"Sure," you say.
You turn on the TV and flop down on the couch. A moment later, Marcy joins you and snuggles up to you. You wrap your arms around her and relax. This is perfect. You've been alone for so long, you never thought you'd have someone to share your life with. Sure, she needs your help right now, but that's no big deal. You can deal with it. You can't wait for the future, when she doesn't need you to help her anymore. You'll be married, and live happily ever after. You've always wanted a loving wife, and children. Now you'll have that. Just think, a few weeks ago you were alone. Now you have a girlfriend, and soon you'll have a family!
As Marcy cuddles up to you and the TV, you close your eyes and drift off into a blissful nap.
"I'm hungry," she says, waking you up several hours later. "Let's eat."
> You make some BLTs in the kitchen and eat them together.
"What's a BLT?" Marcy asks, as you start to make them.
"Bacon, Lettuce, and Tomato. I have bread, bacon, and lettuce here. All we need is tomato."
"I like tomatoes," she says.
"I know you do," you say. "That's why I'm getting them."
You finish making the sandwiches and sit down to eat. Marcy cuddles up next to you and the two of you eat in silence. It's nice. Comfortable, even. After you're done, you take her hand in yours and stare into her eyes. She stares back, the glisten of tears threatening to spill over her cheeks.
> You say "What's wrong Marcy?"
"I'm just happy," she says, smiling.
She leans in and kisses you on the lips. The two of you continue making out for a while, until you're both hot and bothered.
"Do you want to...?" she asks, seductively.
"Uh huh," you say.
The two of you head into your bedroom and get undressed. You climb under the covers, with her in your arms. The two of you make love, gently and passionately. After, you lie in bed together, kissing and caressing each other. You don't want it to end, but after an hour or two, you finally get up and get dressed.
"I love you," you say, out of the blue.
"I love you too," she says, surprising herself. "I didn't think I could ever feel this way, but I really do."
> You say "The weather's getting better. Let's go into town"
"I think it's getting better," you say. "Do you want to go into town?"
"Yeah," she says. "I need to get some more clothes.
> You help Marcy get dressed.
You walk into the living room, where Marcy is sitting. She's looking a bit nervous, and is fidgeting with her hands.
"Hey, are you OK?" you ask.
"Yeah. I'm fine," she says.
You look into her eyes, and see pain. She's clearly lying, but you don't know why. Maybe it's a part of her amnesia. You walk up to her, and hug her.
"I'm here for you," you say.
She hugs you tightly, and the two of you sit there together for a few minutes. Then, she pulls out of the hug, with tears in her eyes.
"I'm OK now," she says. "Truly."
She smiles at you, and you kiss her on the cheek.
"Let's go into town," she says.
You grab your keys, and head outside with her. After locking the door, you both get into your truck and drive off towards town. The two of you don't say much during the ride.
> You however you notice Marcy is squirming in her seat uncomfortably.
Something is wrong. You can see it in her face, and you know it isn't part of her amnesia. Something is troubling her.
"What's wrong?" you ask.
"Nothing," she says.
"Don't give me that. You're clearly distressed about something."
Marcy sighs, and turns to face you. She seems to be debating whether she should tell you the truth.
"I'm... I'm fine now. Honest," she says.
You pull into the parking lot of the local grocery store, and turn off the car.
"Marcy, you're not fine," you say. "I can see it your face. Something is bothering you."
She stares out the window, not wanting to meet your gaze.
> You say "Do you have to use the bathroom?"
"Do you have to use the bathroom?" you ask.
She looks at you, with a very upset expression on her face.
"I... I really don't want to say," she says.
You stare at her for a few minutes, waiting for her to say something. Finally, she caves in.
"I really need to go," she says.
"Well, there's a grocery store here. We can go in and you can use their bathroom," you say.
You look over at her. She seems uncomfortable.
"Let's go," she says.
You and Marcy get out of the car, and head into the grocery store. You walk over to the bathroom, and see that there's no one in there.
"I'm sorry I dragged you all the way out here for this," Marcy says. "Thanks, I'll be quick."
She goes into a stall, and closes it.
> You go into the grocery store and buy some diapers.
You head over to the grocery section of the store, and look around. You spot some diapers in a corner of the store.
> You check them out at the register.
You look over at the register, and see a long line. You decide that it'd be better to pay for them at the self-checkout.
You walk over to the self-checkout, and pull out your phone.
"Diapers," you say.
The machine spits out a receipt, which you grab.
> You put them in a bag and then go rejoin Marcy.
You quickly put the bag of diapers in your cart, and head over to the bathroom. You knock on the door.
"I'm done," Marcy says.
A minute later, she opens the door.
> You say "Did you make it in time?"
"Did you make it in time?" you ask.
Marcy's face becomes very red, and she turns away from you.
"Yes," she says. "But let's just go."
> You say "Marcy, please tell me the truth"
"Marcy, please tell me the truth," you say.
Marcy turns to face you, her face red. She sighs, and turns away from you again.
"Fine," she says.
She unbuttons her pants, and steps out of them. She's not wearing any underwear, and you gasp.
"I'm not that kind of girl!" she says, angrily. "I just didn't want to piss my pants at Walmart, OK?"
"I believe you," you say.
"Let's just go."
> You say "Did you leak in your panties?"
"Did you leak in your panties?" you ask.
Marcy's face becomes very red, and she turns away from you.
"Yes," she says. "But let's just go."
"You're a big girl, you can handle it," you say. "Let's go."
You grab her by the hand, and drag her out of the bathroom. You walk over to the self-checkout, and scan the items. The machine spits out a receipt, which you grab.
"You need to be more careful," you say. "You're a big girl, you can handle it."
Marcy looks up at you with tears in her eyes, and hugs you.
"I was scared," she says.
"It's OK to be scared. It'll be OK," you say.
Marcy hugs you tightly, before looking up at you.
> You say "i got you some diapers. You don't have to use them, but i think they would help you"
"i got you some diapers. You don't have to use them, but i think they would help you," you say.
Marcy's eyes widen, and she shakes her head.
"I can't," she says. "I just can't."
"It's OK," you say. "If you change your mind, they're in the trunk of my car."
You take Marcy home. When you pull up to her house, she turns to face you.
"Thanks for everything," she says. "I had a really good time tonight."
"Just doing my best to help the hopeless," you say.
"I'm not hopeless," Marcy says.
She leans in and hugs you. You hug her back, before she gets out of the car and heads into her house.
A few days later, you get a text from Marcy.
"Hey," it reads. "Do you want to go see a movie tonight?"
A few minutes later, you get another one.
"It's OK if you can't. I understand."
You decide to reply.
"Which movie did you want to see?"
A few minutes later, you get a reply.
"I don't know. You pick."
You decide to text her back.
"Ok then, i'll pick. I'll pick you up at 6."
You get a reply a few minutes later.
"Thanks. I can't wait."
At 5:55, you leave your house to head over to Marcy's. You arrive at her house at 6 PM, and head up to her room. You find her sitting on her bed, with tears running down her face.
"What's wrong?" you ask.
"I... I don't want to go," she says. "I'm scared.
> You say "Scared that you'll have an accident?"
"Scared that you'll have an accident?" you ask.
Marcy nods her head.
"I really want to go, but..." she says.
You walk over to her and hug her tightly.
> You say "Marceline, i know you can hold it if you try. Don't worry, we're both big girls here"
"Marceline, i know you can hold it if you try. Don't worry, we're both big girls here," you say.
Marcy nods, and hugs you tightly.
"I trust you," she says.
You head out of her house and towards your car. You open the passenger door for her, and she gets in.
> You go to the movies together.
You and Marcy arrive at the movie theater, and head inside. You buy your tickets, head inside, and find that the movie has just started. You and Marcy find two seats in the middle of the theater, and sit down. You reach over and hold her hand. She smiles at you, but doesn't say anything, instead just focusing on the movie.
> You half way through the movie you notice Marcy is fidgeting in her seat and seems tense.
You look over at Marcy, and notice that she's fidgeting in her seat.
"You need to go," you say.
"I can't hold it," Marcy says.
"It's OK, just go," you say.
Marcy nods, quickly standing up and running out of the theater. You sigh, and wait for her to return. After a few minutes, you start to get impatient. You head out of the theater, and look around for Marcy. You see her over at the drink machine, down the hall from the bathrooms. You walk over to her, and put your hand on her shoulder. She jumps when you touch her, quickly turning around.
"You scared me," she says.
"It's just me," you say. "Come on, let's go get some seats."
Marcy nods, and the two of you walk back into the theater.
> You notice while walking that there's a wet spot on her crotch.
As you and Marcy walk back into the theater, you notice a dark patch on the front of her jeans. You smile, knowing that Marcy had an accident in her pants.
"You OK?" you ask.
"I'm fine," she says, smiling back at you.
You and Marcy quickly walk to your seats, and the two of you sit down.
"That was close," Marcy says quietly.
"What happened?" you ask.
"I almost wet myself," Marcy says.
"Did you have an accident?"
Marcy nods, looking down.
"I couldn't hold it. It just came out."
You look at her, shocked.
"I'm sorry," she says. "I know I should've told you."
"It's OK," you say. "Do you need to go change?"
Marcy shakes her head.
"It's OK. I peed my pants before, I can do it again."
You smile, and hold her hand.
"Come on, let's watch the movie," you say.
Marcy nods, smiling as you hold her hand. The two of you continue to watch the movie, but your mind is elsewhere.
> You say "Have you had any other accidents since we spent the night?"
"Have you had any other accidents since we spent the night?" you ask.
"I've had a few close calls," she says.
You look at her, waiting for her to elaborate.
"I had one when I was at home by myself, and then another when I was out with Olivia. That's why I spent the night with her on Monday."
"Why didn't you just tell me?" you ask.
"It's embarrassing," Marcy says.
"But we tell each other everything."
"I know," she says. "It's just, hard to explain. I feel ashamed about it."
"Don't be. It's nothing to be ashamed of," you say.
"You're right. I'm sorry for keeping it from you."
The two of you hold hands as you watch the movie.
> You say "Have you thought about the diapers i got?"
"Have you thought about the diapers I got?" you ask.
Marcy looks down, and nods slowly.
"I've thought about them," she says. "I don't know if I'm ready for them yet, though."
> You say "I think you should honey. Do it for me?"
"I think you should honey. Do it for me?" you ask.
"Do I have to?" she asks.
You nod eagerly, and she sighs.
"OK," she says. "I'll try them on. Are you happy now?"
"Very," you say, smiling.
Marcy rolls her eyes, smiling.
"I'll try one on as soon as we get home," she says.
"Do you want to go now?" you ask.
"No, I'm enjoying this," she says, looking at the screen. "You'll have to wait a little longer."
"OK," you say, smiling.
You hold her hand as the movie continues. After another half hour or so, Marcy lets go of your hand and stands up.
"I'll be back in a minute," she says.
You watch as she walks out of the theater, heading to the bathroom. A minute later, you follow her out of the theater. You walk down the hall, looking at the various posters for upcoming movies. After a few minutes, you reach the bathroom, and find that it's occupied. With a sigh, you wait outside, patiently waiting for Marcy to finish up.
Suddenly, a thought comes to you. The movie is nearly over. If Marcy's in the bathroom, she won't be able to see the ending. A sly grin comes across your face as you walk towards the theater. Walking down the aisle, you find that someone has left a big, empty cup of soda on one of the seats. The armrests are up, meaning it's too big for just one person to sit there. The cup is heavy and made of cardboard, perfect for what you have in mind. You grab it and slide into the seat, placing the cup upside down in the center of the armrests. You wait patiently, listening as the sounds of footsteps get louder and louder. Your heart is beating fast as Marcy walks in.
"Hey, you're in my..." Marcy begins to say, before looking down at the seat next to her. You pull down hard on the cup, flipping it into the air and onto the seat. Marcy watches as it falls off the seat, landing in her lap. The cup is so full that not one drop spills out.
"Oh, I'm sorry," you say. "I didn't realize someone was sitting there. Mind if I sit..."
You don't get to finish your sentence. Marcy stares at you, her mouth open in shock. She looks down at her soaked lap, and her face goes beat red.
"You... you..." she says.
You stand up quickly, grabbing the armrest and pulling it back. Marcy watches you in shock as you quickly spin her around, lifting her up and onto the seat you were originally going to sit in.
"Sit here," you say. "I'll go get some paper towels."
You hurry off before she can say anything, heading to the restroom. You quickly grab a handful of paper towels and run back to the auditorium. You walk back, looking around.
"Marcy?" you ask.
You don't see her, and begin to wonder if she went back to the movie. You reach the auditorium, looking around for her. You don't see her, and begin to panic. Did she leave because you spilled the drink on her? Did you ruin your chances with her?
"Marcy?" you ask again, this time louder.
Suddenly, you hear a quiet moan. You turn around, and find Marcy lying on the ground.
"Marcy!" you say.
You run towards her, dropping down and feeling for a pulse. You breathe a sigh of relief as you find one. She's just unconscious. You don't know how long she's been lying there, or who put her there, but you do know one thing.
You have to get her out of here.
Edited August 4, 2020 by mipmixer
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What is proof-reading? What is grammer?
Hopefully It's not too bad! Just a short prompt I thought up for a character, I kinda wanted a new story to work on that could get right into the stuff that people really like to read... I'd still try to keep up the same writing style though.
Introduction
H-hello... My name is Kairi, and I'm... I'm pretty gross!
I'm 23 years old, and I like sewing and crafts, but I also like some weird things...
It's humiliating... but I like to be humiliated, ironic right? For some reason I just get really excited when people look at me with shame...
It's even more disgusting because my favorite way of achieving this is having "accidents". I like to... relieve myself... almost exclusively in public! The thrill I get from it is... unmatched by anything! I remember in elementary school I got pulled into a lot of parent teacher conferences, for doing similar things. I would pee myself in the bathroom at school, standing in the middle of the floor. One time I got caught being, really bold and stood at the door to the bathroom and completely soaked my skirt. That's when some students had saw me, I had never actually been caught and this time, writing it off as an accident... didn't really convince anybody...
My mom actually considered buying diapers for me, and when I heard that I was so excited, I had to stop myself from smiling. There was a lot of consideration, I actually wet my bed on purpose about a week after that. I even moved the sheets over just to make it obvious to what I had done. She scolded my so harshly it actually scared me so much that I stopped doing it. In the end sadly enough she never had to... since my "condition" cleared up.
I guess I'm writing this because recently I... got a girlfriend! I wasn't even sure if I was really like that up until now. I mean I guess I did like girls that way, but to have this happen it's pretty new to me but I think it's amazing!
To be honest, we had a really embarrassing start... When I moved out for the first time for college, I was alone at first for a few months since my roommate had came later in the semester. This gave me freedom I never knew. Once again my humiliation play found itself into my daily life. It was amazing, I could do pretty much anything that my twisted mind could imagine in that room. Well... one day later in the semester, I never stopped my playtime, even when my roommate arrived, So when she was out for the weekend, I took full advantage of that privacy... I was wearing a diaper from the pack I ordered discreetly to my address, and school girl uniform I made by hand. I had planned to masturbate in front of my window so I could imagine all the imaginary stares, as I completely filled my padding with everything my body had. Suddenly This girl I didn't know walked right through my door. There was a decently awkward pause... All I could say was sorry and I ran into the bathroom, and hid there for like 3 hours! Oddly enough it was actually a major turn on, but then later I realized she was in my class... and I began to panic. I'd never really had to confront someone that had seen me do something so gross. I've always done it to people outside of my social groups, but now someone here knew!
What made it worse is I overslept the next morning, and when I went into the class all the seats were taken... except for the one next to her. I almost left the class before the professor rushed me. So here I was sitting next to her, it was so horrible! I couldn't move, the anxiety got to me eventually, and I started to tear up. I couldn't speak either but I tried to write her a apologizing note, but my hands were shaking too much. Once class was over she didn't move, but just as I was moving she grabbed me by the arm. I end up apologizing, as I started to sob again. I'll never forget what she said to me!
"Come to my dorm dressed like you were yesterday, 224B second floor. If you don't I'll tell the class what you were doin." Her grip tightened, just as she let me go. I was so scared, I just nodded and walked away shaking.
That night I did as she said, I made up an excuse for my roommate, and took a back pack with my stuff to the public restroom and changed there. the whole time i was shaking so bad I could barely put the tapes on the diaper i was wearing. I hurriedly left, with an awkward jog/ waddle to the other dorm building. Thankfully it was late enough that not many students were out. I was so scared I tripped and scrapped my knee, but I didn't have time to care. I couldn't have this happen... the whole thing was so ironic. I was trying to save myself from what I ultimately wanted. I guess I just never realized how scary true shame and humiliation could be. I could only think of how my school life would be ruined. I eventually found my self at the door labeled 224B after climbing up the stairs awkwardly. I had to knocked on the door with my shaking hand. I stood waiting, my knee stung with pain. Soon I could hear someone walking to the door, and the lock being turned. I stood red faced and shaking as the girl from my class stood with the door open. "Holy shit, come inside! She took my arm pulling me in." She closed the door, locking it behind us. "Wow, okay I didn't think you'd actually come over-" She must have noticed my shaking. "Hey, calm down okay? I'm not gonna tell anyone, anything okay?" She put her hand on my shoulder. "Seriously please calm down!" I tried doing as she said as I fell to my knees in relief.
She brought over some tea shortly before, explaining her intentions. "Hey, honestly... you just looked really fucking cute yesterday..." I was shocked and embarrassed to hear that... someone finding me doing something so gross cute? She continued "I mean, I always kinda fancied, girls n' stuff. but was into some kinky stuff hehe..." She sheepishly laughed, scratching her head... "Could ya like talk to me? This isn't easy y'know, it's kinda embarrassin' too!" I spoke up "u-um I'm sorry again, I didn't think that something like that would happen... I'm sorry!" Looking up at her as she sat on her bed, she was pretty tall, but it might have just been me on my knees. She spoke again as she did pretty frankly. "Hey it's okay, it wasn't all that bad, but you were like... totally masturbating right? You like it when people watch huh?" I turned beat read I stayed silent, as I covered my face. I mumbled as I couldn't find the words to explain myself. "I'm just sorry, okay?" I couldn't really bring myself to face what had happened. Maybe if it was just normal masturbation I probably could have just gotten off with an embarrassed whoops... If I only I was normal. "You don't gotta apologize...", I could feel the empathy in her voice as she confided with my shameful desires. "You can't help it, you like what you like don't you?" I began to retract my hands that covered the few tears that welled in my eyes. "So this is what turns you on huh?" She flipped my skirt up with her foot, exposing the diaper I wore under the handmade skirt. I Tried to hastily cover myself but she quickly plopped down in front of me. "W-whoa, did you fall on your way here?" She pulled my scrapped knee up comically almost causing me to fall back on my back. "Y-yeah I was in a hurry... I was scared." She kinda got a sullen serious expression, "s-sorry, didn't mean for you to... end up like that..." She avoided eye contact, she seemed like one those people that have a hard time apologizing. It did feel somewhat genuine, especially since she even got up to get some peroxide and some band aids. I didn't think the wound was all that bad, but I guess she felt responsible, so I went with it. I might have taken it a bit far... I did get a whole meal out of her... I mean it was kinda her fault for making me run all they way over here like that... Also she should have knocked!!!
Anyway some things happened and I spent the night at her dorm. She insisted I stayed over, since I feared going all the way back to my own... It was her idea, but she figured we should have some drinks together, because she wanted to get to know me. It was pretty awkward at first with just the tv on. It wasn't long before she started hitting me with some more intimate questions "So your into exhibition? or just like the humiliation?" She asked grinning. I was still embarrassed but the beer lightened my tongue. "uh, I mean I guess both. I just get... you know, kinda excited when people look at me like that..." I felt weird saying it but It also felt relaxing to be able to tell someone else something I've kept so dear to myself. "Hey, I'm sorry I actually... don't know who you are? What's your name?" I asked curiously. She thought for a minute. before responding "oh I guess I only know your dorm mate... I'm a friend of hers. My name's Misao, you can just call me Misao" she grinned as she leaned closer over the table. "I think ya can call me that, seein' how close we've gotten~" She hiccuped, drunkenly. I laughed snorting, as I choked on my beer. "Ah, okay then Misao, I'm Kairi!" It really was just crazy how quickly we became friends over such a insane event. Although I felt some strange excitement in the events currently unfolding. |
Hello:)
I entered last story in 2018. Time for something new.
This story will present two perspectives of pee desperation/peeing outdoors, male and female.
Part I - Tom, pharmacy student, 18yo
- "Tom, wake up, you lazy..! You will be lat for your lecture" - a strong voice from behind the door, coupled with an increasingly insistent knocking suddenly brought him to consciousness. It was his older brother, James. They live with parents, but as they visited family for two weeks, the oldest brother kept an eye on everything. He was on charge now. Tom and James lived also with their little sister Brook, currently in high school junior class.
Thomas Still a bit confused, looked at his watch, finding there confirmation of the dark truth that was just reaching his ears.
“It's ten past seven! Wake up moron” Alarmed a voice that must have belonged to brother, already concerned about his prolonged absence downstairs.
-"Overslept! Im taking car, sorry. I m going to office on 8am, so not possible to wait for you any longer. You have bus '15' in 10minutes!"
Hurriedly, Tom reached for the clothes spread on the chair. If he wanted to make it, and he did, he couldn't even think of the morning toilet or breakfast. Actually, he had hope to pee at least, but Brooke woke up the same time and really needed to go. He decided to let her go first and only brush teeth in kitchen. The bus was leaving in five minutes! So he only grabbed his backpack and, ran out of the house.
He left home just in time to see the bus cooming around the corner. By increasing his speed, he managed to reach the stop just as the door opened. The stinging in the side seemed to have been caused by more than this short sprint. Actually, not even on the side ... He really felt, that he didn't even have time to use the bathroom this morning.
The road to Uni usually took around 50 minutes, but he was afraid it would be extremely long this time. He greeted his colleagues, however, as if nothing had happened and took his place on the seat, trying to direct his thoughts to other things.
- "Hey, man!" - Will asked him, a good friend, and now a neighbor on the right - "Do you prepared for today's test? -yes, it will be easy today."
Under other conditions, he would probably be a bit more talkative, but only this bladder did not bother him that much. He wasnt in panic. He knew that he can rely on his bladder. He lost control on his bladder last time when he was 9 and overestimated his strenghts when holding all day and going back from school. This was a little more embarassing as he lost control few steps from doorway, soaked pants and shoes much. And just then his friend from neighbourhood - Sheila - girl his age, waved him and called to play together.And he turned around when finishing his "peeing with closed zipper". She clearly noticed, because she kept quiet suddenly, stared at him, huge wet stain on pathway, his soaked pants and again on him, and after 5 seconds answered: "Oh, do you want to play hide &seek with me and..? Ooh, Ill talk to you later."
There werent never after any others, even smaller accidents, but this one gave him a lesson, not to hold pee too long and plan more well. Boys dont plan well at this age, but he was more responsible after this accident.
He reminded this episode now, in bus tho. Especially that noone knew about it and Sheila just acted like nothing happened, ran to other friends to play and behaved like real good friend.
Anyway, bus stopped at his stop and Tom went to Uni with his friends.
He had a thought to go to toilet right before, but they were just in time and he didnt want to be late on test.
During his small exam, he felt stronger and stronger urge to go, but it wasnt something much extraordinary for him. He didnt never put himself in such sitution on purpose and rather planned well (cause of experience), but he also had strong bladder and he knew that he can rely on his bladder in this struggle.
After the test, all group had laboratories, so all of it was 120minutes. After that, thay had 10minutes break. Tom ran out of class straight to toilets, to get rid of his, this time really huge,problem.
It found out that girls toilets were closed due to maintenance. Women were allowed to use men's room at the same time urinals were not allowed this time:) . Two queues have been formed. Few girls who went in a real hurry were desperate, so boys who stood on the front, put them first.Tom stood in one of them, but 10 minutes break finished quickly and he was just first to go, but he quit, because he didnt want to have absence on last lab.
This 60 minutes was extremely hard for him, he never felt this type of pressure and pain in his belly. When lab ended, all class decided to go to bar together and grab some beer.
Hovewer he just wanted to pee.Tom just said: 'I will catch you guys later' and slowly went out of class, fidgeting himself discreetly.As situation near toilets was the same, and he didnt have strength to go on 2nd floor toilets, Tom left the building in a "hurry". He wasnt able to run at this point, so he just went off building.
Thomas had luck, bus just arrived when he came. He went to bus.
First plan was to go home, but after half of distance, Tom felt something scary - warmth. "Im just sweating", he kept repeating to himself. But he wasnt. First short spurt escaped. Just few drops, one or two, but Tom freezed. "I just have to get out on next station or something bad ha... No, will be ok. Just hold it. Bus moved suburbs, next stop is near big forest, I will pee there.
Bus stopped. Tom went out. 100 meters passed.200. First trees. He wanted to unzip his trousers (as belt was undone already). He saw family with dog. "I will just turn left, it has to be more privacy somewhere!"
He turned left in a pathway. And just thought.About.Whipping.It.Out. "More trees, I will go there!"
When he just unzipped trousers, put (quickly as he could) pants below, whipped out his aching penis, very strong and full-force stream of yellow, intensive pee pushed himself through his member. He peed likea racehorse. Because of pressure, stream hit ground and leafs so hard that it sprayed on his shoes a little. But he didnt care. His priority was to empty his bladder finally. Relief was magnificent.. He didnt feel anything like this in years. Maybe never.
And then, after 20 seconds of sweet relief, maybe in a 1/4 maybe 1/3 of his piss process, he saw some girl. She was on other path, but turned right and came toward him. He quickly stopped flow in a middle, put penis in pants and zipp them immediately.
"Hello Tom, I thought you will celebrate friday with others in bar", he heard.
It was Alice, his goergous friend from high school. One year younger than him, Beautiful blonde girl with blue eyes and really beautiful slim figure. She didnt have big breasts or bottom, but was very slim and attractive. But it wasnt the best in her. She is modest and really hard working girl. Ambitious and also good heart. She learned much and every time after school she was going to dog shelter as vounteer.
Tom was happy and terrified at the same time. He still needed to go, maybe even more than previously.
-Hello Alice, I just wanted to walk a little in forest.
- Oh, I like it too! I walk with my dogs here always.
They were walking, Alice was talking about her exams, her volunteer job and books she read last time. She was really happy that she met her crush, boy she always wanted to meet better.
Tom was pale. He tried to smile, but the same time he wanted relief. This relief was just behind one of thousands trees, just a moment and he would be safe. He was shivering and had to hold his crotch. One time too much. She noticed.
-Tommy, is everything ok with you? Do you feel ok?
-Its ok. I just... I just want to go to toilet..
His face was a little red when he said it. He was shy, and now he was forced to say that he is minute fron peeing his pants to girl he really like..
- Ok. Should I..woke you home then?
Alice was so well mannered and modest (as he thought) that she didnt offer him to relieve here.
-I...have to go. Please please give me 2minutes!
- Sure, dont worry (she smirks)
Tom went to bushes just 2-3 meters from her while unbuttoning pants. When he forced zipper after few attempts, he felt spurt. A big one. BIG. This should've definitely land in toilet. Small patch was visible on his jeans.
He whipped it out and peeed. Stream was even more intensive than previously. He felt smell of pee. Does she smell it? What does she think about me? He thought about it, but relief was more important. This time not interrupted. He peed for more than 50 seconds! After big stream, he still pushed another and another. It was really much.
Last leak was weak and it landed on his shoe a little. "Dammit".
He shook it off, check the damage quickly. Pants were wet, not only on penis area but even on back a little (as he squizzed his member really hard during short conversation with his crush. Pants were good, nothing visible.
-Are You good now?asked Ali
- Yes. Sorry for this. I was.. I really needed that.
- I noticed, told Alicia with little smirk. |
I managed to write this yesterday, ironically while I was at my bathroomless job and bursting for a pee! I actually thought of this story over two months ago based on a picture that I posted in my blog in a previous update and which I am going to post here that showed a line of women waiting for the stalls in the men's room, which I thought is comical and I thought would make a good basis for a story, so there you go,
Anyway without further ado here is my latest story about a bunch of women who take over men's room in a rebellion after encountering a long line at a sporting event only for things to turn out not so great for my main protagonist, but I like the fact that at the end she holds her head high and keeps a straight face about it. And I guess in that sense I am doing the same with my new job. It really sucks, it is extremely frustrating, but when you can't do anything about it I guess you just have to grit your teeth, cross your legs and grin and bear it no matter how unhappy you are about the situation you find yourself in. So maybe that was kind of what influenced the story as well because remember I wrote this story while I was desperately waiting all day without a bathroom. Enjoy! Also in my blog at https://desperatejill83.livejournal.com/1834.html
The Ladies Room Line in the Men's Room
Jill could feel the pressure mounting in her bladder by the moment. Why did she let her friends drag her to some boring sports event that she had no interest in going to? And why did she think that she could make her boredom go away by drinking?
"Okay I think I have to pee now," Jill said as she realized she was in the middle of a crowded row of people.
"Can't you just wait a few more minutes?" Jack said.
"I've already been waiting quite a while," Jill said as she finished up her drink. "I was telling myself that I would try to wait until I could get up without being a disruption but I really really have to go!"
"You girls always have to go to the bathroom," Timothy said. "Haven't you ever heard of holding it in?"
"I have been holding it in!" Jill shouted as she stomped her feet on the floor. "But you can only hold for so long before the dam is ready to burst!"
"I have to admit I have to majorly take a piss as well," Karina said.
"Guilty," Shawna said as she waved her hand sheepishly.
"Can't you girls just wait until the end of this inning?" Timothy asked.
"No!" all three of them said simultaneously.
"Come on, we all really have to go!" Jill said as she stood up slowly suddenly feeling more weight in her bladder.
"Gangway gotta pee!" Karina shouted as she put her hands around her mouth to amplify it.
"Okay okay girls hold your horses, or your bladders as the case may be," Jack said as he rolled his eyes.
Karina, Shawna and Jill slowly shuffled their way down past the crowds who had to move to let them through as they grumbled and complained about it.
"I'm sorry but we have to go to the bathroom, pardon us if we have to pee!" Jill shouted as the three women pushed their way out of the crowds. "Where exactly is the bathroom?"
"It's a big stadium there must be plenty of bathrooms around here," Shawna said as the three of them started making their way towards the back of the stadium. As they walked up the steps they could feel each step in their bladders.
"Wow I didn't realize how badly I had to go until I stood up," Karina said.
"I know right?!" Jill said as she slowly began sprinting up the stairs until they were at the top in the back of the stadium.
"Oh good lord where's the freaking bathroom already?" Shawna said as she danced in place.
"It has to be around here somewhere," Jill said as she looked around but saw no sign of the bathroom. "Christ I have to piss!"
Karina danced in place and continued looking around. "Jesus Christ where do they keep the bathrooms around here? They should make it highly visible. Don't they know people have to pee during the game?"
"This is why I hate going to sporting events, not just because I have no interest in sports, but because I can never find a bathroom when I really need one," Jill said. "You spend half the time looking for a bathroom and then half the time waiting in line for the bathroom."
"Dammit I have to go!" Karina shouted as the three women continued looking around but seeing no signs of the bathroom.
"Okay let's just try to walk it off, maybe while we are walking and looking for the bathroom that will help us distract from our bladders," Jill said as the three of them began slowly walking stopping every few moments to cross their legs.
"Or maybe not," Shawna said as the three of them laughed.
"Why did we drink so much," Karina said. "It's crazy they provide giant jumbo sized drinks and then they hide the bathrooms."
"Excuse me but can you tell me where the ladies room is cause we need it badly!" Jill said feeling a little bit embarrassed after stating that so emphatically.
"Don't even bother, the line is just ridiculous," a woman said as she pointed in a forward direction.
"I'm afraid that it can't wait!" Jill said as she walked in the direction that the woman pointed.
"I still don't see any signs of the bathroom," Karina said as they approached a large crowd of women. "Does anyone here know where the ladies room is?"
"I hate to tell you this but this is the line for the bathroom," a woman said as she pointed off to the large crowd of women snaking off into the distance.
"Oh dear Jesus!" Shawna said. "Guys I don't think I can wait in this line, this is just ridiculous, this is going to be like an hour."
"Well what are we going to do, this is the only bathroom around isn't it?" Jill said as the woman in front of them nodded her head.
"But I have to go so freaking bad though!" Karina shouted as she crossed her legs and grabbed herself.
"You think I don't, I had a jumbo sized soda as well!" Jill said as she shifted from leg to leg. "This is just insane and ridiculous."
"Well there is one thing we could possibly do," Shawna said as she looked both ways before whispering to Karina and Jill. "Maybe we can sneak into the men's room."
"I am not going to get caught going into the men's room," Jill said.
"Guys I really don't think that I can wait an hour in line to go to the bathroom, I have to go and I have to go pretty bad," Shawna said.
"Well we all have to go pretty bad, but if everyone to just used the men's room every time they had to pee really bad everybody would be doing it," Jill said as she crossed her legs and looked longingly towards the front of the line, clearly very nervous.
"Normally I would agree with Jill but I really really have to go," Karina said.
"You too?" Jill said.
"Look at you, you are shaking in place, are you telling me that you think you can really wait an hour to go to the bathroom?" Karina said.
Jill put her fingers in her mouth and began biting them. "Dammit!"
"Look I bet if a bunch of women stormed the men's room nobody is going to stop us," Karina said.
"Yeah but I really don't want to get myself in some type of really awkward trouble here," Jill said as she bent at the knees a little bit.
"Would you rather piss yourself?" Shawna said. "Because I feel like I'm going to piss myself."
"But what if we're the only ones in the men's room?" Jill asked.
"Well that's good because there won't be as much of a wait!" Karina said. "I don't know about you guys but I know that I can't wait, so I'm going to the men's room."
"Me too," Shawna said.
"You guys," Jill said but they were already marching towards the men's room, and as she felt the aching pain in her bladder she figured that she was obligated to stay with her friends one way or the other.
As the three of them approached the men's room they could see that there didn't appear to be any line at all.
"Okay now that's just wrong," Jill said as she pointed to the nonexistent line in front of the men's room as she saw men coming in and out in rapid succession.
"All the more reason why we should commandeer the men's room and strike a blow for women everywhere," Karina said. "Women of the world unite and storm the men's room! We will be like revolutionaries, we will be bold and nobody will have thought of this before. We few, we proud, we who are about to piss ourselves!"
"Well I hardly see it as revolutionary but at the same time I really do have to piss," Shawna said.
"Fine let's just get this over with quickly," Jill said as the three of them looked both ways before darting inside of the men's room where all of the sudden they were confronted with a long line of women. "What the hell?"
"Yeah, what the hell?" Karina said as she looked to the woman at the end of the line. "What the hell is this?"
"It's the ladies room line," the woman in front of them said as she shook her head.
"I thought this was the men's room?" Jill asked.
The woman nodded. "It's the ladies room line inside the men's room. What, you thought you were the only women to think of this? Plenty of women saw that hour long line and knew that there was no way that they were going to be able to wait that long."
"Well great, we stormed the men's room hoping that we would be revolutionaries and get our bathroom needs met right away only to be finding the same situation in the men's room," Karina said.
"Well sure there is a ladies room line inside of the men's room but it's longer than the ladies room line for the ladies room," Shawna said.
"But it is still pretty damn long though," Jill said. "But you are right, it is better than waiting in the ladies room line for the ladies room. And I have to admit the fact that we weren't the only ones to try this makes me feel better as there is safety in numbers."
The three women stood in the line at least 20 or 30 women long waiting for the men's room stalls as the men quickly came and went using the long row of urinals lined up against the wall.
"Well no wonder they're so quick, look how many urinals they have!" Jill shouted. "In the ladies room we have a wall with nothing but sinks and mirrors, but the men's room has a huge line of urinals stretching from here to Timbuktu! And the guys aren't even using the stalls."
"But that's just because we have commandeered them," Karina said.
"Yeah but they totally have a lot more than they need," Jill said. "If we had this many places to pee in the ladies room we wouldn't have lines an hour long."
"You ladies shouldn't be in here," a man said as he went towards the urinals.
"Well maybe if you build enough bathrooms for the ladies rooms you wouldn't have to have this problem!" Jill shouted.
"Karina don't stare," Shawna said as she noticed Karina staring at the men at the urinals.
"Is it just me or does hearing all of these men peeing in those urinals and constantly flushing them make me need to go to the bathroom more?" Jill asked.
"It's not just you," Shawna said as she danced in place.
"This is pure torture!" Jill shouted. "This is like Chinese water torture or something like that. I didn't know when we were commandeering the men's room that the men would be peeing so loudly inside!"
"If you don't like it get out of here then," a guy said as he left the urinals and flipped the women off.
"How rude!" Karina said as she shook her head.
"Don't they realize that we would rather be waiting anywhere else but here right now?" Jill said as she shook her head.
"Well I suppose we are invading their personal space," Karina said. "But they still should have provided us with more bathroom, so it's their own fault!"
The three women nodded as they continue to wait and that was when they saw two familiar faces enter the bathroom.
"What the hell are you doing in here girls?" Jack said as he came over to them.
"The ladies room line was, ahem, a little slow to say the least, to make the understatement of the century, so we decided to jump ship and take over the men's room," Shawna said. "Don't worry we won't interfere with you using your precious urinals."
"But I don't think I can go to the bathroom with you girls watching," Timothy said.
"I have no interest in seeing you urinate," Jill said. "But if you can't pee with women in the restroom then that is your problem."
"You bet it is, I really have to go!" Timothy shouted.
"Well go ahead, nobody is stopping you," Jill said.
Jack went and use the urinals and then was done in a few seconds and came back over to the women.
"You have no idea how infuriating it is to see you be able to pee so quickly," Jill said.
"I'm sorry but I can't go with you girls in the bathroom," Timothy said as he came back over from the urinals.
"Well then I guess you'll just have to wait until we are done," Karina said. "Fortunately it's almost our turn."
"You girls really shouldn't be in here," another guy said as he came over.
"Says who?" Jill asked.
"Says the rules, and me, Bobby boy," the man said. "It is just sick and perverted that you girls are actually in the men's room."
"I agree, it is sick and perverted that we have to use the men's room because there is such a huge line at the ladies room we can't use it in a reasonable amount of time," Jill said. "But that's nobody's fault but your own. If you gave us enough ladies rooms we wouldn't be here right now, so if you have a complaint take it up with the administration, and if it doesn't bother you that we have to wait so long then you shouldn't have the right to complain when we take over your bathroom. And if you don't like that, tough, so what are you going to do about it now?"
Bobby shook his head and stormed off angrily as the women clapped.
"You go girl," Shawna said as she patted Jill on the shoulder. "You really showed him who was boss."
Jill smiled feeling smugly satisfied at her victory. "Well it was nothing, sometimes you just have to pick your battles, and I only pick battles that I know I can win."
"Speaking of you go girl, I think it's time for us to go girl!" Karina said as she pointed to the stalls freeing up as she and Shawna bolted towards the bathrooms and slammed the door shut.
"I would just love to see the look on that Bobby boy's face once again when I told him to go take a hike," Jill said folding her arms in smug satisfaction seeing as she was next in line, when all of the sudden she felt a tap on her shoulder and turned around to see Bobby standing there with a big smile on his face, his arms folded even more smugly with what looked like two security guards standing behind him.
"We've got some complaints that there are some women in the men's room," one of the guards said. "So I'm afraid we're going to have to ask all of you ladies to get out of the men's room immediately."
"But the ladies room line was outrageously long!" Jill shouted.
The guard shook his head "I'm sorry ma'am but that doesn't give you the right to use the men's room, it's called the men's room for a reason."
"Bathroom revolutionaries!" Karina and Shawna said as they slapped each other five as they came out of the stalls together as did several other women.
"Hey Jill what's going on here?" Karina said as she came over.
"I'm afraid I'm going to have to escort all of you ladies out of the men's room right now or I will be forced to take legal action," the guard said.
"Oh please no," Jill said. "I'll only be a second, I swear."
The guard shook his head. "I'm sorry miss but being in here one more second doesn't make it any less wrong for you to be here at all, so now are you going to go peacefully or do I have to forcibly remove you from the facilities?"
Jill's heart sunk. She was so close and had come so far that she practically wanted to cry. As she looked Bobby straight in the eyes the sneer on his face was cutting through her like a hot knife through butter, and that just made her want to go to the bathroom even more to wipe the smug smile off his face.
But Jill didn't want to give him the satisfaction, so she simply gave him the stink eye as she and the other women were escorted out of the bathroom by the security guards.
"Well hey here's the three bad ass ladies who took over the men's room, the bathroom revolutionaries themselves, give me a high five," Jack said with a smile as he high-fived the three of them but then he noticed that Jill was walking kind of funny. "Wait, is something wrong?"
Karina and Shawna looked at each other and then they looked at Jill and it looked like they were about to say something.
"Nothing wrong here," Jill said as she looked at Karina and Shawna with her head held high. "Just three bad ass women who totally commandeered a men's room, am I right ladies? Can I get a high-five?"
"Bathroom revolutionaries forever," Karina and Shawna said as they slapped Jill a high-five before exchanging each other some eye rolling glances knowing that Jill was far too proud to admit what had happened.
"Well if you ladies are finally done taking over the men's room it's time for me to go relieve myself," Timothy said as he ran into the men's room.
As the four of them waited for Timothy to come out of the restroom they didn't say anything, but Bobby boy walked past them and exchanged an evil smirk in Jill's direction, but she didn't give him the satisfaction of blinking.
"So is everybody ready to go?" Timothy said as he came out of the bathroom looking relieved.
Jill forced a smile on her face. "Timothy believe me when I say that never in my entire life have I been more ready to go."
Karina and Shawna were so proud of Jill for managing to keep up her resolve that they didn't even say anything for the entire 45 minute ride home where she sat with her legs crossed and shaking the entire time before bolting head over heels for the very first ladies room the second they arrived at the nearest rest stop. |
A/N: Recently completed commission, includes some slight allusions to puppy play
Edelgard and Dorothea stay close by each other throughout the celebration, but that is to be expected. They have been close since school started, closer still since the war began, and Edelgard knows that there must be something going on between the two of them, though her lack of experience and Dorothea’s playful nature does make it hard for her to tell, at times. They have flirted here and there throughout the years, shared a few quick, shy kisses, but nothing has come of it, because there has always been something else that Edelgard has needed to attend to, and Dorothea does not press the issue.
Tonight, they are drinking together, after a decisive victory at Derdriu. The celebrations after such victories are always mild, because the strike force can’t afford anything elaborate right now, and because there is always the grim reality of another battle hanging over their heads, putting a damper on too much excitement. Even so, Edelgard allows some celebration, to keep up morale, and tonight, they have even more to celebrate, with the professor having returned to their ranks, helping them make real progress in the war, hopefully putting an end to the seemingly never ending stalemate.
Edelgard and Dorothea stay close by each other as they drink, talking about anything and everything, mostly trying to take their minds off of the war itself. It is nice to be able to spend this time with her, and easier to relax with a drink in her hand, so that she does not spend the entire time worrying about what is actually going on between the two of them, or if she should be the one to make a move next. It is the perfect situation…or rather, it would be, were it not for one annoying thing.
The thing about alcohol is that it has its way of moving quickly through her system, and Edelgard is soon anything but relaxed, but that has less to do with her feelings for Dorothea, and more to do with the way her bladder has begun to steadily fill, soon making it difficult for her to even sit still. She knows that she needs to do something about that, but she does not want to leave Dorothea’s side in the middle of such a close conversation, especially not right now.
It is getting late, and the others have begun to head back to their rooms, the celebration winding down until it is only the two of them out here talking. If she were to excuse herself now, she fears that it would cause Dorothea to realize just how late it is, and she might suggest then that they both go back to their rooms and rest. Maybe that is best, and maybe Edelgard should just use that as an excuse so that she does not have to mention her bursting bladder, but then, she wants Dorothea to wait for her while she is gone, and she wants to come back and talk to her for a little while longer.
So she has to stay right here, until the conversation has ended, until the two of them are ready to go onto bed. Until then, she just has to hold it, reminding herself that she is an emperor, capable of great feats of strength, with endurance like nobody else. On the battlefield she seldom even notices such needs, so there is no reason for something like that to get in her way during a casual conversation with a friend of hers. But, then again, she does not go out of her way to drink before a battle, and certainly never alcohol. This situation is entirely different, and that is why her endurance might not do much for her.
The worst part is how distracted she ends up, barely even registering some of the things that Dorothea says to her, as she tries to keep her desperation to herself. It is hard to sit still, and she finds herself biting her lip and squeezing her thighs together, hoping that Dorothea does not notice just how agitated she is right now. It is almost more than she can handle, but still she forces herself to hang on, just a little bit longer.
“Honestly, you’re like a dog without a bone in this war,” Dorothea says to her, though Edelgard barely processes her words, and can’t even remember what they were talking about to begin with, or what the last thing that she said was. “Your determination is admirable. No matter how hard things get, you just keep pushing on, so strong and persistent.”
“Oh, it’s really not…” Edelgard starts, but she trails off, not really sure what it is that she is trying to say, not sure what it is that she should say. All she can think about is how much that she needs to pee, and how hard it is to think about anything else.
“You don’t need to be so modest, Edie, really,” Dorothea teases her. “You know better than anyone just how hard you work. Now that the professor is back, I hope that means that you will be able to cut loose like this a little more.”
“Well, hopefully, with the professor’s help, it won’t be long before the fighting comes to an end,” Edelgard replies, glad to at least have something to say this time. She shifts in her seat again, biting her lip a little harder, trying to force herself to forget the way her bladder throbs for relief, trying to focus only on Dorothea until it is time for them to go their separate ways. She mentioned Edelgard’s determination, but she has no idea what the emperor is going through as they speak, fighting a battle against her own body just so that the two of them can keeping talking for a little while longer.
Of course, she would sooner die than have Dorothea find out that she is forcing herself to hold it just to be able to keep talking.
But things really are getting to a point that they seem beyond her control, and she knows that she is not going to be able to last much longer. She needs to put a stop to the conversation, even if she is not ready to stop talking. They will have more time in the future- she can make time, and stop being so shy about it, but right now, she needs to worry about her own needs more than anything else.
“It’s getting late, isn’t it?” she asks, to try and shift the subject in that direction. No matter how much it may pain her to do so, she needs to do this, because the situation is getting critical, and if she does not excuse herself soon, she knows that she is going to end up in a much worse situation. Even as she thinks that, she feels a spurt escape, and hopes that Dorothea can not tell from her facial expression how much she is internally panicking right now.
“I suppose it is. Oh, but it’s been such a pleasant night, we really need to do things like this more often,” Dorothea replies, giving her a smile that makes her chest ache. “Next time we win, I expect to have your attention all night again. Does that sound good to you?”
“If you want my attention,” Edelgard says, trying to keep the strain out of her voice as she stands up, unable to stop another leak from escaping her, “then all you have to do is ask for it. You don’t need any excuses.”
“I know that, of course. I was only teasing, Edie.” Dorothea gives her a wink as she stands as well, and Edelgard should be in the clear now. All she needs to do is get away from Dorothea, and everything is going to be just fine. That is what she tells herself, and that is what she is certain of, but then, she takes one step forward and immediately freezes in her tracks.
A thin stream is running down one of her legs, and she knows if she moves even a little bit more, she is going to lose control. She tries to keep her head clear, to keep from panicking. If Dorothea goes back to her room, then things will still be fine. There is no one else out here to witness her accident, so if she can just get rid of Dorothea, then everything is going to be just fine.
Except Dorothea has noticed how stiff she has become, and asks her, “Is everything alright?”
“Quite alright, I’m just…you should…get going.” Edelgard can’t even come up with any excuses, only able to urge Dorothea on, doing what she can to get rid of her. But that is not enough, and Dorothea stares at her quizzically, trying to figure out why she isn’t moving. Edelgard can feel tears welling up in her eyes, as she feels another leak, and then another. She isn’t going to make it out of this.
And just as she realizes it, the dam bursts at last, and there is nothing she can do to stop it. Eyes going wide in horror, she makes a soft noise of distress as she begins wetting herself full force, the liquid rushing down her legs, puddling on the ground beneath her. At first, Dorothea does not realize what is going on, but then, she hears it splashing on the ground and she looks down, her own eyes going wide, as it finally hits her what Edelgard is doing right now.
“Oh, oh, you poor thing,” she coos, as Edelgard continues to tremble, knees buckled as she finally finishes emptying her bladder, a massive puddle now at her feet. Dorothea steps closer to her, putting a hand on her shoulder as she says, “You poor puppy.”
“I…I am so sorry that you had to…” she starts, but she can’t finish her sentence, trying to keep her voice steady, trying to fight against the tears that threaten to fall. “It appears that I might have had too much…that is, I…”
“I had no idea that the emperor needed training pads.” Edelgard looks up at her in surprise then, hearing her teasing tone of voice, seeing the playful glint in her eyes. Is she making fun of her? Well, that wouldn’t be a surprise, and she can’t help but think that she deserves that, and so, she hangs her head in shame. “Oh, no, Edie, don’t…I was only kidding! You don’t need to look so sad.”
“Why wouldn’t I? I’ve made a complete fool of myself, and in front of you. You’re right that an emperor should not do such things, and even so…to do something like that in front of you…” Before she can think of anything else to say, Dorothea has already pulled her into a tight embrace. “W-wait, you’ll get…”
But Dorothea does not seem to care about that, hugging her tighter. “How can I help myself? I have to do something to cheer you up, when you’re standing here looking like a kicked dog. I was only teasing you, but I didn’t mean anything by it. Really, you have nothing that you need to worry about. I don’t think any less of you for it.”
“You…you don’t? But how could you not? You know as well as I do that I-”
“Because I care about you, for one thing. And, for another thing, well…what would you think if I said I really didn’t mind it?” She gives her another wink then, and Edelgard is left completely stunned, with no idea what to say. Dorothea laughs and says, “You’d better get cleaned up, now, and we both need to head to bed soon. We’ve got plenty of big days ahead of us before we bring this war to an end.”
With that, she steps back, turning to head to her room, but as she walks away, she looks back over her shoulder to confirm what she has been hinting at. “Really, I actually rather liked it.”
Edelgard remains frozen in place for quite some time after that, just trying to figure out what has happened to her.
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So many years ago author Bes31 wrote this great story called Trick or Treat where anyone could add chapters to it, unfortunately due to lack of responses it got archived, so I decided to create this new thread to make a new chapter of my own(and I have Bes31's permission to do so) for that story and like Bes, i'm going to allow anyone to create new chapters for this story so long as they continue where the previous one left off.
Here is the original story: https://www.omorashi.org/topic/17715-trick-or-treat/
Sylvia was getting frantic with desperation at this point, she was locked in a bedroom and she was going to soak her silk-white panties if she didn't go soon. She was pissed at Jennifer for doing this to her and pissed at herself for falling for such an obvious ploy by accepting the invitation to the party in the first place. While looking around the bedroom she had a realization-this was Jennifer's parents bedroom, perhaps if she peed in here, she could get Jennifer in trouble with her parents and pay her back for tricking her like this. She yanked off her skirt and panties and grabbed a sexy pair of satin sleep shorts from the dresser drawer, pulled them on marveling at how good they felt(and making a mental note to buy a pair for herself) got on the bed and relaxed and finally pissed a glorious release. It felt so good to finally empty her overfilled bladder, almost orgasmic, suddenly Sylvia unconsciously started rubbing her crotch while her piss continued streaming out of her and flooded her shorts and the bed, soon she felt a pleasurable sensation building and building until she had an explosion of the most intense pleasure she'd ever known. When she finally came down and her bladder finally ran dry, Sylvia was out of breath like she'd just ran a marathon, until today she'd never known how much she'd enjoyed having a full bladder and wetting herself, she was actually starting to be glad Jennifer had tricked her as she never would've discovered this amazing fetish otherwise, she then peeled off the sodden shorts and sniffed and licked them and she felt herself get turned on again. She then decided to take another look through the dresser was stunned to find a vibrator and a dildo as well, she also found some lube, which she used on her fingers and then used said fingers to slowly tease her asshole and got it to open up, she then shoved the dildo up her ass and cranked the vibrator to maximum and shoved it up her sopping went cunt, swooning with pleasure she she was hit with multiple orgasms.
Meanwhile Jennifer had noticed that Lisa was desperate, between this and Sylvia no doubt peeing her panties full force right now it was like a dream come true, she then grabbed Lisa close and whispered into her ear "gotta pee huh?", Lisa blushed in embarassment and tried to go off but Jennifer wouldn't let her saying "nuh uh, I want to see you wet yourself" and then stunned Lisa by full-on kissing her with lots of tongue, Lisa was surprised as she had no idea Jennifer had harbored feelings for her like that, but she found herself liking it, suddenly relieving herself didn't seem so important. Jennifer then dragged her ironically into a bathroom but had no plans to let Lisa use the toilet, instead dragging Lisa into the shower, she then pulled up Lisa's tank top and starting sucking at and licking her breasts, Lisa moaned with pleasure, rubbing her crotch through her tight leather shorts, "cmon baby, let it all out" Jennifer said in a hot and sexy voice straight out of a lesbian porno. Lisa couldn't hold back anymore, groaning and finally letting the floodgates open, resulting in an ocean of pee soaking her shorts, Jennifer slid her fingers up her tights rubbing Lisa's pussy while the flood raged on, Lisa's then hit her peak, crying out in the best orgasm of her young life, Lisa then eagerly returned the favor, yanking down Jennifer's capri pants and boy-shorts and eating her out like a woman possessed, it wasn't long before Jennifer cried out her own release. Both females were clearly very turned on and in love with one another and wanted to go even further, Jennifer decided to take things to her moms bedroom, wanting to try out her toys(And making sure to wash them afterwards since her mom was super strict about not wanting Jennifer poking around in her room) "let's go let out Sylvia so we can have the room to ourselves" she said, "i'll bet she's soaked herself by now" she remarked with a hearty laugh.
Meanwhile Sylvia had finally come down from her intense orgasms, eagerly licking up her own juices from the vibrator. She then spotted a business card on the nightstand, it belonged to Jennifer's mother Amy; it looked like her mother was a famous porn actress-Crystal Pistol. Jennifer then had a flash and realized she'd masturbated to several porn films starring Crystal(with the porn parody of Friends being her fave), she wondered if Crystal would let her do a movie with her, Sylvia had just turned 18 and had been wondering what career she wanted to choose, her parents had encouraged her to do whatever she wanted, and lesbian porn sure was sounding pretty good right now. But she still wanted to get payback at Jennifer, so she called her Amy and disguised her voice to sound older, she successfully got her to pick up on the phone, "uh Mrs Stone" Sylvia said in her best impression of a soccer mom, "I just wanted to let you know that their appears to be an unauthorized party at your household".
Meanwhile Amy had just gotten done doing a hot lesbian sex scene for a porn parody of Agents of Shield and was getting ready to head home for the night when she got a call, she realizing number was from her own house! Upon hearing that a house party was going on, she hung up in a fury and immediately left the studio and headed out to her car, she had no doubt her daughter Jennifer was behind this, she'd repeatedly told her "no" to allowing a house party(not even for her 18th birthday), not wanting her own house to get trashed and not wanting to risk liability in case any underage drinking occurred, oh she was going to be giving her daughter a good hard spanking when she got back, and she was going to enjoy every second of it, her crotch tingling at the thought of her spanking her sexy panty-clad daughter's gorgeous tight ass over her knee.
Once Sylvia had hung up, Jennifer hung up the bedside phone and entered Amy's number into her own-cellphone, planning to ask her for an audition, oh man if she could get to do a lesbian scene with her dream lover, it would be an even sweeter revenge against Jennifer. Sylvia then heard footsteps coming, ah Jennifer must be coming to let her out, boy was she in for surprise! Amy then spotted a sexy pair of black lace silk boyshorts in the drawer, unable to resist she slid them up her legs and then closed the drawer, mmmm she was going to enjoy these at home very much.
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Hello l angelica you can call me angel
many people don't even know the family that I like the despair about bladder Things that made me like this have to go back to the beginning. It was the first day that I worked at this hospital. That day I wore my uniform as a student, a university nurse's uniform but due to the increased size of the chest and buttocks, causing the dress to be somewhat tight
“ It's nice to meet you as a new doctor? I am your assistant named Kyoko. ”
“ Nice to meet you, my name is angelica, can call me angel ”
I entered my office and sat at my desk and had a medicine jar with a note saying "Don't try."
" Don't try ? "
I was surprised that there was a drug that told me not to try but instead put it on my desk
so I took a pill from that jar and took one.
After taking the drug, a patient came in is a primary school boy, grade 4
“ Hello, little boy. Is there any problem? ”
I made a smile to welcome that child.
“ Ah….. is me ”
That child blushed because he was embarrassed to tell me the problem.
“ That's fine, tell this sister to the problem ”
I rubbed that baby's head and comforted him until the little boy felt better and told him his problem. Made me realize that that kid's name is Chris. The problem with his younger is that he likes pissing on the couch and doesn't get well.
“ Do you have problems at home or school? ”
“ I like being teased by my friends, always making me stress. ”
Okay, childhood problems. Maybe I can help this child get stressed. At least this is good.
“ This sister has a game I want you to play. Want to play? ”
It's Jenga game I met while I entered the office.
“ But I've never played ”
“ Don't worry, it's easy to play. ”
I told him how to play that child.
“ Do you understand? ”
“ y...yes ”
“ But playing with this sister has special rules. ”
“ W….What! ”
“ Yes, it is, if anyone loses in each game, will have to drink a glass of water ”
Chris was shocked by the new rules I established but easily accepted.
Game Start!
The game began. The first game happened very quickly and as a result Chris lost this game.
“ Hahahaha Too bad Chris ”
Chris was slightly disappointed and then took a glass of water to drink.
And the second game started, but Chris played so much better than the first game, which made the game last longer than I ended up falling. I lost
“ At this point, the nurse sister's turn must drink water. ”
“ This sister just saving hands, that's all ”
I bragged with Chris and drank some water.
At the start of the third game, I felt my bladder being slightly pressured, but I still didn't make my sexy person feel uncomfortable but the game progressed for quite a long time, just like the second game. My bladder pushed me so much that I was distracted by the falling tower.
“ nurse sisters lost again. Drink water. ”
Chris joked and handed me a glass of water. I picked up a glass of water that Chris had given and drank quickly.
“ Ahhhhhh! ”
The coldness of the water caused my bladder to lose a little control until it leaked into my pink floral underwear.
“ Nurse sister are you ok? ”
“ I'm OK. Let's start the next game. ”
I said because I don't want Chris to worry but my only thought was to find a way not to pee in front of Chris.
( Don't out! Don't out! Don't out! )
And the fourth game started. I started to shake my legs. My concentration was focused on the game, but not all. My urine pulled my concentration a bit but this game Chris made the wooden tower fall, Chris lost this game. Chris picked up a glass of water and easily drank.
Fifth game was started as the last game, but I don't think this game is the final game. Right now my mind is not focused on the game, it is focused on trying not to pee out.
I contracted my sphincter and one of my hands pressed over the pussy to keep it from cracking.This game progresses slowly, because if I move violently I will definitely have to remember all my life that I'm 26 years old, but then pissing in front of a newly known child And is a sexy sister like me I reached out to the stick. To play, but
“ Ahhhh! No No Ahhhhhh! ”
the body has reached the limit. Can't hold anymore I hurriedly got out of my chair But as soon as I got up, my body collapsed into a position where my body was on the floor and my butt bobbled out because my tense muscles caused a cramp in the butt.
“ Sis.. are you o… kay ”
PShhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
The foreground that Chris saw was me in a crooked ass and a dark mark on my nurse's skirt. Yes i'm pissing right now.
( Ahhhh! My pussy is so relief. Ahhhhhhhhh! It feel good )
My puddles are constantly expanding and there is no sign of stopping.
“ N….not look chris Ahhh! ”
My pee crackled harder again At that time I was embarrassed.And then I finished pissing
“ *Sob* *Sob* *Sob* ”
Now I can move, get up and grab Chris to the office storage room.
“ I lost you, Chris And this is the prize for the winner ”
“ W...what do you doing Sis! ”
I rewarded Chris by changing clothes for him to see. He blushed while looking at my floral-patterned pink underwear.
“ Do you want to see my chest? ”
And I pulled off my bra to reveal my breasts
“ This is a secret for us. ”
“ YES Sis! ”
And this is the story that made me like despair about urine until today 2 months after the accident and I ……….. *Knock* *Knock* *Knock*
Oh, someone came to my house. Oh
“ Hallo Sis. ”
“ Chris! Why did you come to my house? ”
Chris didn't answer and grabbed Janga.
“ Do you want to play too? the rules are the same as what you said ”
“ Sure, this sister will never pee in front of you again. ” |
A journey begins with a single step
The scene: a railway terminal, in the banking district of a major city, in the Festive Season. A few have spent the day at work, it being the week between Christmas and New Year; of those few, rather more of them have spent the afternoon in pubs and bars than in the office and, at closing time, it shows.
Dramatis Personae: a cast of two. One's forgettable: she would be worth a look if she stood a little better, tried a little harder, was herself instead of being somebody's best friend...
...Who is indeed Some Body, standing next to her: long blonde hair and long, long legs, shining lycra tights, knee-high boots and a short, short skirt.
She is trying very, very hard not to wee into her tights.
Three or four feet away, droplets on the floor tiles and a puddle with a bootprint tell us that she needs to try a little harder.
Her best friend's holding onto her arm, for reassurance rather than for physical support: neither of them could be truthfully described as 'drunk' but you'd be right to say that they've been drinking.
Blonde Some Body's standing, steady in her boots - buckles, dolly-heels and all - but she's reluctant to take another step, towards the stairs and down into the Ladies'.
Reluctant? Very. Frightened, even: as if just one step will be a step too far.
With good reason: wee she will, and wee she must, and wee is running in her tights: a little trickle in the fabric, wetting her skin and disappearing into her boot.
Moving or not moving doesn't matter; she is wetting herself, and trying not to isn't working.
Her satin-black and shiny tights aren't as black as you'd have thought: a blacker line is running down from a butterfly pattern, spreading out from a swelling cameltoe, and underneath the creases of her buttocks...
Just, just visible beneath the hemline of her skirt.
...Little scatterings of bright yellow droplets flicker through the lycra, and an insistent finger of matt black is pointing down her other leg: an accusation saying "Look at this!" So we look, and see the darker line it drew into the fabric, curling round her thigh and ending in a flash of droplets at her knee.
The wet line is spreading out, fading, disappearing... And suddenly restarting, as a bright little stream that curls a little further, wandering onto the back of her calf before lifting out into the air as a wavering spurt, arcing in the light and falling free, separating into a staccato dot-dot-dot of droplets onto the floor tiles.
Tap, tap, tappity-tap, they patter into little splashes in a puddle, not quite big enough to show a circle of expanding ripples.
Her boot is getting splashed with tiny scatterings of droplets, bright little pinpricks of light beside a solid little trickle. Further up, the black ribbon of wee running in lycra is disappearing into her boot, sometimes: and other times it touches the lip of the leather and runs over, down her heels and down into the not-so little puddle.
The weeing woman shifts her weight, trying not to wee into her boot, and trying not to wee outside it, where it's adding to the puddle - big enough now, that people can see it! - and trying not to wee at all.
The spurt that's coming off the back of her knee suddenly retreats, curling off her thighs into the air a little higher, then a little higher still; it disappears, and now it's running off a tell-tale patch of wetness on her skirt - a soaking semicircle like palm-print slapped to her buttock, where the short, short skirt still touches lycra and her thigh.
If she was standing with her legs apart, even just a little bit, a line of wee would now be falling straight down from the cup of her pants into the puddle between her boots: and she really, really doesn't want to be the woman doing that for all the World to see. But weeing down her leg can only hide so much, and she's far beyond that now.
She had better move, and she had better not: there is a sea of wee inside her tights; soaking, sopping knickers and a hot pooling heat that cups her backside.
The weight of it drags her pants down, free of her skin, and forces through the fabric as a sudden rain of droplets behind her, glittering as they fall and pattering into the puddle.
She takes that step, and a thin, wandering stream of wee falls free, splashing on the floor from an all-too-visible cameltoe; it wavers left and right, and suddenly falls silent: it's found a leg to run along.
The rivulet curls around her, hissing in the crease of her buttock, and reappears in the light, meandering again and reappearing as a shower streaming off the handprint on the hem.
And this, this is a woman trying not to wee, holding back as hard as she can, to trickle, or to dribble, or stop, when her body wants to piss as hard as she can.
Her body wants to rush, and gush, and flood the station.
And so her bladder tries, tries, and wins: her best friend disengages and hops aside, daintily and just a little bit unsteadily, her shoes and stockings splashed.
Wet Girl stumbles, momentarily, and in the bustle of the station we can hear the hiss, the rush, as the backs of her legs erupt in droplets, then in streams of yellow, and the front of her skirt blossoms in a wet, wet stain.
Some Body, short skirt, long legs, dolly-boots, buckles and all, is wetting herself; and it couldn't be more public, in the middle of a busy railway station.
She pisses, and pisses, and pisses: legs together, knees bent and a waterfall clattering down off the back of her skirt, down the back of her legs; bright streams down the leather of her boots and flashes of reflected light on ripples in a puddle running out around her heels.
She pisses, shocked, shifting her feet and trying to stand upright: pisses with her legs apart, straight down, a splashing cascade into the puddle dead-centre between her boots; gasps, horrified at the spectacle of herself, and tries to silence the clatter by standing with her legs together again.
And she pisses in her tights, legs together and her hands squeezing her thighs, shining sheets of wee upon her legs and a river running over the toe of her boot.
The puddle's running down the stairs, towards the Ladies' Loos. She sees it, horrified, turns and tries to walk away - she can't show her face there, all the other women will *know* - and tries to run along the concourse to her platform and her train.
Tries to run, but she's still pissing. A rush of it floods up inside her underwear: another wet handprint appears on her skirt, up around her waistband at the front, hot and wet against her midriff... But more, far more, rushes down into the pool around her backside.
All of it comes flooding out, flashing yellow streams and a bright scattering of rain off the hem of her skirt, and off her backside; audible and obvious; and she is pissing in her underwear in public, with no hope of hiding what she's doing.
She shifts, makes half a step, and the piss runs off the front of her skirt - a curving trickle like a little boy peeing forward - half-another-step, and it's running off her backside again. Step forward, and her skirt swings forward, heavy with wee, and the little-boy-pee streams forward off the hem again.
Back and forth it goes as she tries to walk: little-boy-pee, splash; little-boy-pee, splash; pitter-patter splash, until we see her giving up and scuttling with her knees together, wee running down her legs and spraying off her boots.
She is followed by a rain of bright droplets and an accusing yellow water trail.
Wet bootprints track her to the ticket barrier, where she fumbles in her bag to find her season ticket.
As she stands, she pisses: it's not that she doesn't care, she can't help it and it isn't going to stop. Not so much a flood, now, just a steady stream, bubbling over the lip of her boot, and there's not a damn' thing she can do about it.
There is absolutely nothing she can do.
It's wet, and hot, and running on her leg, and she's forgotten what she's doing.
Bag. Unzipping. Looking. Weeing, and weeing, and weeing. Slower, but she's still weeing in her tights and she knows it.
She claps the ticket to the reader, tries not to meet the eyes of the platform staff, and they try not to notice - get her and her problem on the train and out of their station and she won't be their responsibility! - and at last she manages to walk as calmly as she can, to board the train and hop aboard, through the beeping doors as they slam shut behind her.
She spends the journey standing in the vestibule of the carriage, all the way to Colchester; wet, and visibly so, and everyone who leaves from that end of the carriage sees it.
Standing, trying not to wee into her tights, and mostly managing; and 'mostly' means there's just a little dripping and a wet bootprint, and not-quite-a-puddle. Wee is dripping off her, just a bit, and seeping out of her boots, a bit, and mostly she notices and pulls herself together when she spurts and rushes, ever such a little bit, straight into her panties with a shocking heat.
There are, of course, no loos in her carriage: and she can't bring herself to move.
If you were watching, you'd see black lines on her tights fading and drying, and not quite disappearing... And new ones running down, sometimes into her boots, and sometimes dribbling over them in little streams that run down one heel, or sometimes both. Mostly, you'd hear her gasp, and see the stream waver and fade as she realises she's pissing, again, and stops herself.
Some of those little black lines last for a long, long time: either she is unaware - too wet to recognise what's happening, and that she's getting even wetter - or just too tired to care.
By the time the train has nearly reached her station, she's standing in another puddle.
She has been avoiding her fellow-passengers' gaze at smaller stations on the route, as ones and twos and threes of them step over, or around, or in her puddle when they leave the train.
Walking through the train, just as it pulls up to the platform, avoids confronting her remaining fellow-travellers; a carriageful of them must know it was her - or would have known, if they had all stepped over her puddle while she was still standing in it - but everybody else aboard just glimpses her as she walks past, and sees a hint: a fading damp patch on her skirt and an uneven colour to her tights, but not the whole, wet, truth.
She has a short walk home: no minicab will take her in the state she's in - of necessity, the drivers are observant and they've seen this happening more times than you would think - and she no longer cares if anyone can see she's wet herself. But she can't quite bring herself to stop, upend her boots, and pour out all the piss in one, long stream: so it squelches and bubbles up at every step, leaving a trail of drops behind her.
She has no idea what her bladder is doing: overtired and irritable, and all she feels is the ache; and she knows that once she's wet herself she's *wet*, and her body's having none of this 'hold your wee', no matter what she wants. So she walks, knowing but trying to ignore it, that she's losing hot little spurts and long dribbling leaks that draw a warm line down her leg.
It's not too visible, but it's uncomfortable: the lycra dries in seconds but not all the way to 'dry' dry, and it's chilly in the cold December air.
Best to get a move on, then: a brisk walk to keep her warm. Trouble is, the wet, sucking squelch of the piss in her boots is loud and clear, and unmistakable.
So, too, is the trail of drips and little splashes on the pavement: sometimes from her boot; and sometimes, all too clearly, from her underwear: both the lycra tights, and her knickers in them, have been dragged downward by the slick weight of wee that she did in them when she lost control.
The short, short skirt's no longer teasing with a flashing glimpse of panties and a hint of cameltoe outlined in lycra: her underwear is clearly discernible and it is clearly wet, and every time a little spurt of wee escapes her, the world can see a shining little line of of liquid run down her, or a spreading butterfly of wetness spreading in the fabric as it cups the wee around her.
And she walks, because she has to; and ignores it, because what choice does she have?
Some things don't go away when you ignore them; and sometimes there are things that you body will insist you stop and do, right here, whether you wanted to or not.
Even when you're right across the road from your apartment, in plain view of the neighbours.
And so she stops, rooted to the spot, as the ache in her bladder becomes a sharp pain and a hot rush of piss.
Her pants fill up, heat pooling around her and rising, soaking up into the front of her skirt and dragging them down still further, running wet and hissing.
The pattering of piss onto pavement is clearly audible in the still and frosty air, for anyone to hear it: but the giveaway, the tell-tale to the street that a grown woman - skirt and lycra, dolly-boots, buckles and heels - is pissing in her pants in public is the curling wisp of steam rising off her leggings, as the dark little rivulet of wee runs off the kerbstone and into the gutter, cutting a black line through the glittering frost.
A long minute passes, frozen and motionless as it goes on, and on, and on.
She shivers, suddenly, and it falters and stops; spurts and restarts, squirts and stops again.
She mutters an obscenity as it starts again, a thin little widdle that insists on wetting the gusset of her pants again, and not a damn' thing she can do about it.
Her underwear is sopping wet and slowly soaking out into her leggings, running warm against her skin; then cold and wet, then damp and chilly.
They slip a little further, and she wonders if she should reach under her jacket and haul them up, knowing it'll squeeze the cold and sopping wee against her, before the liquid squeezes out and clatters to the pavement in another "I've wet myself" embarrassment.
Not yet.
That nasty little widdle is *still* going in her pants as she grasps the lamp post, leans and lifts her foot, bending her knee so the heel of her boot is level with her backside.
She holds it there with her free hand, a stretching exercise she used to practice as a schoolgirl ballerina, as the wee streams out of her boot and runs off her knee, a bright arc of piss pattering into the gutter.
The annoying little widdle falters and stops, dribbles as if it is determined to spite her, and spurts a sudden gush of wee, wetting her bits in a hot little rush that runs down into the cup of her pants, cooling as it trickles off her labia: bright wet liquid steams in the cold air as it soaks out into the lycra, on display to the whole of the World as she empties out her boot.
Wait it out, her boot will empty out eventually, there can't possibly be that much piss inside it.
The stream off her knee patters to a stop: a little bit runs back down, shockingly cold on her ankle, as she lowers her boot to the pavement.
Swap hands, swap feet, drain the other boot out; wait for the patter of piss off her knee to stop, and lose another rush of piss in her pants as her crotch, lifted up and on display to the world, slips and presses to her groin in a slap of cold and wetness.
She shivers and another rush of pee comes out of her, and runs straight into her boot.
Fuck.
She lowers her other boot to the ground: it isn't empty, but to hell with it.
She grits her teeth, braces herself, and rummages under her jacket, grabbing two good handfuls of her lycra leggings through the fabric of her top, and hauls the whole lot upwards, swallowing obscenities as cold, cold, sopping, pissed-in underwear pulls up against he backside and her groin and slowly squeezes out.
Her mini, mini pelmet of a skirt is pulled up with it and the rush of wetting down her legs, and the clatter of squeezed-out piss onto pavement, is blatantly on display to the whole of the street and the neighbours, if they're looking out to see if their overflow pipe is making all that noise.
She should of done this in the park around the corner but she had no idea how badly she would wet herself in plain view of her neighbours.
It's done now: no point hiding it.
She tugs down her skirt for what good it will do, and sets off across the road: looks left and right - no traffic, and no-one to be seen - and stops trying to walk normally. She waddles the "I've wet myself" walk, home into her apartment block, trying not to squeeze more piss out of her sopping pants as her boots bubble and squelch at every step.
Yes, she's wet herself: and "Yes, I've fucking wet myself" is what she'll say to anyone who meets her on the way in.
Luckily no-one does.
A good night out, and she got home all right, sort of, and nobody will say a word about it.
Edited August 6, 2020 by betanumeric
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Mary, 30, woke up early in the morning and looked at the clock.Merry was shocked as soon as she saw the time at seven, she quickly got out of bed and took a shower and woke her daughter to get dressed for school. Mary did not have time to cook for her daughter. Mary gave her children extra money to buy breakfast herself and her daughter rode a motorcycle to school
Mary was relieved that she almost missed her daughter to the school. She went to the house and did her chores because she woke up late, causing her to rush into the housework when she needed it, so Mary drank coffee and started doing housework immediately.Mary started her chores by sweeping the house. Her house was not very wide so it took no time to sweep the house, and the next time she had to wash her clothes. Mary put her laundry in the washing machine, lathered and filled with water, and at that moment, Mary's bladder slightly alerted her that she needed to use the bathroom.
Mary was aware, but she couldn't take the time to go to the bathroom because things might not be on time, trying to keep her bladder calm and prepare to continue rubbing her house. Mary filled the bucket with water, and the sound of the water made her think that her bladder was stimulating more and more.Mary was a little nervous, but was able to get through it without her dark spots on her jeans.Mary was able to mop the house halfway, she rubbed the floor with a cloth, the dirt came out of the cloth full of water, so she had to change the water again.Now that her bladder began to warn her more fiercely, she squeezed her thighs and walked to the tap.Merry poured the dirty water into the bucket and replenished the water. She felt the moisture of her striped panties. She leaked, Mary touched her crotch with her hand it was dry, but she could sense the moisture in her crotch.
Mary closed the tap and hurriedly lifted the water bucket and continued to mop the house.As Mary raised the bucket, part of the water splashed out and hit her shirt. The cold from the water hitting her shirt intensified her bladder. Mary felt a fierce urge to urge her bladder, quickly filling her pussy with one of her hands so that she would not pee.The situation calmed down, Mary took her hands off her cunt and continued mopping the floor.Merry squeezed her thighs and mopped the floor as well, and she finally finished mopping and she went to hang the clothes. She stood in the washing machine for a few more minutes, the washing machine finished, Mary squeezed her thighs and waited for the washing machine to finish.
And her gaze directed towards the bathroom door, Mary began to be unable to resist the urination wave in her, and then she walked to the bathroom door, but then her house bell rang. Mary had to leave the bathroom and go to the door of the house.She opened the door, and behind the door were two female plumbers coming in and telling Mary that “ your husband called and told us that your toilets were clogged, so we will. Come to practice ”
Mary's husband went to work before she woke up today, it was not unusual for her to not know that her home toilets were clogged. Mary had to keep holding the wave and go to the washing machine. Now her washing machine has stopped, she hurriedly picked up the laundry, put it in the basket and went to the balcony of the house.
Mary madly pee dancing and dried her clothes.Her jeans had darkened, but Mary had not finished drying her clothes, so she continued to struggle. The dark spot where Mary's jeans widened slightly, with the same less fabric she would dry, and Marie finally finished drying her clothes, now that the dark spot on her jeans grew to the size of a ping-pong ball, but her bathroom hadn't finished practicing, she decided to go to the park toilets.
Mary put her hand on her pussy, squeezed her thighs, and walked out of the house to the park as quickly as possible. The dark spot on her jeans widened as Mary walked, and she finally reached the park. Mary rushed to the bathroom, where she went to the bathroom, but Mary was shocked because the toilet she wanted was in front of her three other women waiting to use it. Mary lined up, she pee mad again, the dark spots on her jeans grew even more, with the women going to the bathroom one by one. After a while, Mary was now in the front of the row, her hands unable to get her hands off her pussy.Merry shook her ass back and forth and waited until the woman in the bathroom came out.
Finally, someone came out of the bathroom, and Mary rushed to the bathroom, but then she couldn't resist the urinal wave in her, and she loosened herself and a golden fluid came out of her cunt. Her jeans were noticeably darkened, and the pee gathered beneath her feet.Her pee had been out for a very long time, almost two minutes, and Mary's golden liquid had run out of her body.She walked out of the bathroom and hurried to the house as soon as possible.Mary arrived at her house and a plumber was walking out of the house. They finished repairing and one of the two plumbers came to Mary and summed up the expenses she would have to pay. The plumber looked at Mary's wet jeans, blushed a little and walked back. Another plumber Mary walked him to the house and quickly took off her jeans and panties and put it in the washing machine so that her daughter was not seen, and quickly put on the new pants.
Mary decides to go into the toilet flush, while Mary is emptying the bathroom, a loud knock on the bathroom door, Mary opens the bathroom door, sees her daughter violently crossing her legs and runs into the bathroom, but alas, Mary's daughter slipped, the sponge that Mary was washing the bathroom on, her daughter's butt slammed onto the bathroom floor and turned, facing Mary. Mary was about to walk to her daughter, suddenly a golden liquid came out of her daughter's pussy. Her daughter was unable to resist the matter in her body.The golden liquid had come out for long, but not as long as Mary's liquid, and then, Mary's daughter released it all. Mary then helped her daughter get up and take off her white panties and let her go to wash. After a while, she finished washing. She got dressed and went down to Mary. She saw Mary's wet jeans, she realized that Mary was also pissing herself, and she went to Mary and waited until her father came home.
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I've woken up to a happy thought of how close I am to fulfilling my dream. Today I'm taking my entrance exam to the most progressive college of my city, famous for its extensive research of new technologies. Many graduates continue their education in MIT, others work in R&D departments of the most advanced companies. I've been working hard to make it to the final exam, and I'm 100% sure I'll do great! Even if they are prejudiced against girls there, my result will speak for itself. They can't but accept me. All I need today is concentrate and show 'em.
I arrive to my destination early - I was too excited to stay at home any longer. The building is quite inconspicuous from the outside, but as soon as you're in, you realize how futuristic this place is. The hall is virtually an exhibition of various devices invented by the students. I was going to use a bathroom as soon as I'm in, but I get so absorbed I don't even notice at first that the door of the examination auditorium has opened, and people are already walking in.
I prefer to sit in the back row (no, I'm not a cheater, I just can't stand teachers staring at me), and I presume that this time there will be many people who'd want to take seats there, so I hurry up. I definitely feel like using a bathroom, but it's probably because I'm nervous. "Soon I'll get distracted anyway," I think.
So, I choose a desk in the last row. The sealed envelopes with the task materials are already in front of every student. Most people around me control themselves; some others start to unwrap them, although there are still a couple of minutes before the test begins. No one seems to watch me. I tear off the tiniest corner of the envelope to peek inside... Suddenly my bladder feels a bit fuller than I thought. Fine, I have one or two minutes to go to the bathroom. I stand up, and immediately the invigilator makes a few quick steps towards me.
"Please take your seat."
"But I can still go out before the exam starts!"
"Not after you've unwrapped your materials."
"But I have not! Look, it's just a torn corner. I couldn't possibly see anything through this hole."
"It doesn't matter. Please take your seat. We're starting now anyway."
It's too late, so I can't but take my seat. My bladder feels even heavier than before; I swear under my breath at it, at myself, at the numerous cups of coffee I've had, and at these stupid rules.
I finally tear the envelope and look through the tasks. They seem quite easy - I'm perfectly ready for this and maybe even higher level of difficulty. But I still need to focus to work on them, which is unexpectedly hard. I have to admit that I really, really need to pee. Well, it seems like I have to hold it in. I wiggle a bit until I find the least uncomfortable position, and start writing.
Halfway through the first assignment, I realize that I can't solve even the simplest problem, as if my bladder is so full it presses on my brain. There's no way I can go on unless I take a piss. I stand up and walk along all the rows right to the door. The invigilator looks at me, quite surprised.
"Oh, you? Still trying to just go out and get the answers? It's not happening, sorry."
"What? I don't even need to cheat, I'm more prepared to this test than anyone! I just need, you know..."
"What?"
"I need to use a bathroom."
"So you're saying you need to pee? Well, let's check it."
She takes some strange device from the desk. It's a long silver stick with a small display.
"What's this?"
"It's a bladder scanner, the newest technology we developed to fight cheating. It checks the size of bladder, absolute volume of its contents, and tension of its parietes, then uses these parameters to calculate its fullness. You can't go out unless your bladder is at least 80% full."
"It sounds like collecting very personal information. All right, I have no time to argue. How long does the procedure take?"
"Just a few seconds."
The invigilator holds the scanner in front of my stomach until it makes a long, nasty beep.
"Thanks, can I go now?"
"No you can't. You bladder is only 30% full, it shouldn't be much of a trouble. Please go back to your seat."
Too astonished to protest, I walk through the whole auditorium again. My bladder jerks with every step, begging for relief. But it's just 30% full! How can it be?
Back at my desk, I try to focus again. "Bladder scanner said I'm not supposed to crave a bathroom so bad," I think, "which means I only need it because of my anxiety. I just have to calm down and concentrate on the important things." I suppress the desire to bury my hand under my skirt and hold my crotch, and go on writing. Finally I get distracted by the test... until my body lets me know that I'll simply wet myself if I don't go to the bathroom NOW. I cross my legs, but it doesn't help a bit. I'm so close to leaking that I can't believe this "30%" bullshit anymore. I stand up, trying to keep my thighs as squeezed as possible, and do The Walk again.
The invigilator chuckles.
"You again? I told you you can't go out."
"Please, let's try your device one more time."
She scans my bladder with that goddamn thing again. The same negative beep.
"Still 30%. You'd better stop trying to cheat and spend your time on actually working, I'm sure this will be better for you."
"It can't be still 30%, my bladder is WAY fuller than before! Your "technology" doesn't work!"
"Do you think we would use it without testing it a thousand times, comparing the results with the data from U/S and other medical measurements, and so on? It works perfectly. Stop making a scene."
"I don't know why it shows this result then, but I REALLY need to pee. I can't hold any longer. Please let me go out, or I'll make a puddle here."
"Enough of this. You're distracting other students, who were studying for the test, instead of planning any tricks. If you don't stop it, the exam is over for you."
I just nod, red as a beetroot. "Even though I can't do my best in this condition," I think, "I still know enough to show how smart I am. They'll know I wasn't going to cheat when they see my test."
I walk back again. People are looking at me, giggling. I'm well aware I look like a person who is dying for a pee and hardly balances on the brink of losing control. Do they really believe I'm pretending? Well, I don't care anymore. I must remember why I'm here.
I clench my teeth and start writing again. I'm so outraged that it gives me some sort of stamina. I work faster than before. My whole body is strained - I can't relax even a little, otherwise it's game over for my bladder muscles. But I manage to ignore it. There's just one more task left, and it's almost solved... Oh no, now it's serious.
My urethra is filling with liquid, and I can't stop it anymore. If I don't run out of here, I'll wet all over the place. If they won't let me back to finish, so be it. Breathing heavily and bending, I rush to the door.
The invigilator looks annoyed.
"I've run out of patience," she says.
"I'm literally overfilled," I reply. "You can call it 30% or 3%, I don't care. My bladder calls it too much."
"Okay," she says, "let's try it on me. Actually I need a bathroom, too. Last time we tested this thing I felt this way on about 80%."
She scans herself and looks at the display, pretty surprised.
"30%. Hmm, it's strange..."
"I told you!"
The bladder scanner beeps again, and the display goes off.
"Oh no... The battery is flat! It could've been lying because of the low charge!"
She changes the battery fast.
"Well, I'll try it on myself again... 81%. Oh, you were right!"
"Now check mine!" I almost yell. My legs are shaking.
A series of fast loud beeps.
"Oh no, I'm so sorry! It's 97%, an emergency level! Go now - turn left, then right, the bathroom is in the end of the corridor!"
I move as fast as I can. My hand is under my skirt, pressing hard against my peehole, trying to block the quickening stream. The closer the bathroom door, the damper my fingers... finally, I'm there! I flop on the toilet, pulling up my skirt at the last moment, and let out a waterfall. Its sound drowns my loud moans of relief. It's so good...
Soon the bliss is over, and I estimate the damage. My skirt is untouched, legs a little wet, but, fortunately, the drops haven't reached my shoes, so I can just wipe them with toilet paper. My panties are completely soaked, though. I am honestly grateful to them for absorbing that much, but I don't know what to do with them now.
...I'm walking back to the auditorium. There's enough time left to finish and double check everything. Nothing will stop me now. "Haha," I think, "hopefully that crazy machine of theirs won't show that I'm not wearing panties." |
Into the flow of the working day:
Day Twenty of the sort-of-quarantine that we call 'Social Distancing', and Ursula is working from home: bored in some ways, and keeping herself amused in others.
She 'went' for a wee, half an hour ago, and it was surely the most satisfying thing she's done since she started work today.
How's she managing?
Mostly, she's a bit frightened - news footage from the hospitals is clearly depicting a national disaster, only it's going on much, much longer and the daily death toll's still going up - and the fear is coming out as irritable dissatisfaction at small things, and at larger ones; and, most of all, at the closure of the nightclubs where she can let off steam, be herself, and let loose the outrageous side of her nature.
She's resigned to the prospect that most of them won't reopen.
Better pay attention to the Team Call at work: rows of boxes on-screen, each containing a familiar face, each awaiting their turn to recite their progress on the project task list, same as yesterday.
Whatever. Stay professional, stay interested.
Keep the microphone on mute, because she's just a little bit breathless, for some or other reason.
Pay some attention, anyway: but she'd rather be out running.
The worst of all this, for Ursula, is the loss of the spring's athletics meets. Not that she's *quite* good enough to qualify for the European Championships, this year, but she could have hoped.
Oh well.
She shifts in her seat, careful not to make it the kind of fidget that looks like boredom: and if the microphone wasn't muted, the soft hiss and ripple would pass unnoticed as just another noise on the line.
There, that's helping her look interested: there's a lovely warmth and a sinful sense of satisfaction as she relaxes into a far nicer seat than the one at work.
Work is... Dull. There's a lot of it, and she's getting a look at projects with the kind of profile that'll get her closer to Partnership; but all the face-to-face work is gone, replaced by this unending back-and-forth of documents and contractual quibbling, specifications and revisions.
Her turn in the meeting - unmute the mike! - and lean forward as the centre box becomes a mirror, reflecting herself as others see her in the office...
...And they see her dressed not-so-casually, a 'she could wear a jacket with that' top and the waistband of a smart skirt; or maybe trousers if you could see more of her.
If you could, but that would be unprofessional. In fact, it would get her fired, if they could see what she's got in her lap.
She might pass it off as her cordless phone charger, if she were the only woman on the call.
Behind her, the background is calculated to present an Ursula she wants them to see: she's seated in a spacious home office setup a in sunlit room: bookshelves, a low table and architecture prints on the walls; stylish, tasteful, understated.
A warm "Hi" and she starts to speak, confident, animated, making the points clearly and pausing to get the participants engaged and asking questions.
She shifts the microphone deftly, to stop it picking up some 'line noise': a long rushing hiss, with a frothy little chortle to it as if something was foaming and bubbling like a miniature fountain trapped in...
Yes, that.
Those.
She really is Doing That: and you wouldn't know it, as she speaks on camera to the office meeting.
The sound is exactly like a miniature fountain, and that's exactly what it is.
...A little fountain, trapped in a loose pair of silky underpants, rippling the surface of a triangular pool in her lap, trickling around her waistband, and over her thigh, down into the seat of her skirt.
Into the pool of piss she's been sitting in since the last time she 'went' nowhere for a wee, and wet herself where she sat.
Ursula's contribution to the call signs off with a bright "Any questions?" and thanks from Ursula's Project Leader: and she mutes the mike at the very moment when the faint sound of piss dripping off the hem of her skirt becomes a pattering stream, splashing onto the mattress protector beneath her chair and the footrest.
She turns away from the camera, refills her glass of iced lemon water from the last of the four jugs that she brought to her desk, and sips at it politely while her boss, and then her Director, is speaking.
Her knees are up above her lap - she likes the footrest high - allowing a deep pool to stay in her skirt, trapped by the waterproof lining she sewed-in when she remade it.
The sea she made for herself swirls around her as she moves in her seat, hot and heavy and sinful; given time, it will seep away, tippety-tapping off the chair in droplets if she moves too suddenly: but, for now, she's sitting still and it's trickling silently down the stem of her swivel chair, and pooling under the castors.
It isn't going to seep away faster than Ursula keeps wetting herself and refilling it; and sometimes it spills over the hem of her skirt and clatters into the puddle with a splash.
Back to work, as the meeting ends, and a spurt in her silks as Ursula draws uptight and expels the last of her wee, living in the fantasy of pissing in her chair at the office, in plain view, and thinking nothing of it as she wets herself repeatedly, completely casually, just a normal business day.
There are some things she can't do at the office - or not, at least, without making clothing choices that require the skills of a discreet and unconventional seamstress - and there are things that she definitely shouldn't do at work, and does.
There is A Device in her pants, purring softly, and the induction charger is clipped into the lap of her skirt, keeping the battery at ninety-five percent.
All of it out of sight, just like the controller app on her phone, safely behind the desk cam: once the video's off and she's flipped the plastic cover over the lens, she's setting the controller to 'pulse' and turning it up.
Up: much, much higher up, not quite all the way up, but as high as she can have it and keep surfing it all morning, until she takes a break at lunchtime for some 'me time'.
Pour out the last of the lemon water and drink the glass empty; and lift the first of the three-litre water bottles out of the icebox by the desk.
A plate of lemon slices, apple slices, and a neatly-quartered bergamot are on a plate beside her monitor, to add a bit of zest to the water.
So, too, a heated percolater jug of green coffee: stimulating but, Oh My, it does go through her.
A moment passes.
Ursula puts down an empty glass - a pint glass, no less, and it was full of water a moment ago - and takes a little sip from her coffee cup.
She fishes out a lemon slice, shipwrecked at the bottom of her glass, and dips it in the hot green coffee, cooling it a little. Her expression is unreadable, as well it might be: some sensations cannot be expressed, as a tickle from her bladder meets a rolling purr from The Device.
Ursula bites into the lemon slice, squeezing out the juice and pushing with her tongue, half-expecting it to be hot, turning slick and sliding aside to let her tongue in for a wickedly invasive kiss.
All we see is that the tip of her tongue flickers out and licks a drop of lemon juice upon her lip, so quickly that there's not a hint of anything unladylike.
She bites a little harder, cutting through - lemon zest and pith and flesh - and smiles at the bitter tang, sucking delicately while she drops the rest into the bin beside her.
The movement, turning in her seat, washes out the slick little lake in her lap, warming her skin beneath the fabric of her skirt and trickling down her calves into her sandals.
She shifts in her seat again, savouring it, a movement that shifts The Device and makes her very, very aware of what it's doing.
Tap the mouse with a fingernail, to stop the screen going into standby, and find her place in the document she's working on.
Her bladder is refilling, and she knows it: sip the coffee, take a deeper draw of it, and feel her bladder twitching.
Breathe out, relax, let whatever happens, happen, and pretend it's a surprise.
She smiles, pleased that the lemon and green coffee go together so well, and starts tapping at the keyboard, drowning out a faint electric rumble and the tappity-tap of droplets from her chair.
Back to work indeed.
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Jenny wriggled her shapely legs nervously as Madame Piselle encouraged the young ladies to drink up. She could hardly believe that her friend Yvonne had convinced her to come to a blind date event with her!
Madame Piselle was known for running the most outrageous blind dating service in the San Francisco Bay area. Her methods were unconventional and unpredictable. There was an application process to get approved for an event, followed by a $100 charge if you got selected. Yvonne had made it into her first event six months ago, and she had nagged Jenny to come with her to the next one.
Jenny had finally caved to her best friend, mostly to get her off her back. After all, she didn’t expect to get picked. Yvonne was much prettier than her and she had only been selected the one time out of over ten attempts. The former sorority sisters had applied together and received identical letters a week later. Jenny was surprised that her 5’5 busty dark-haired figure was capable of getting into such an exclusive event, on the first try, no less.
Yvonne has excitedly described the experience for the thousandth time- the cute blindfolded boys whom the empowered women had given stiff drinks, conversed with, and touched intimately. She gleefully detailed how she had guided a muscular carpenter’s masculine hands over her slender body. They had gone out a second time, but the chemistry just wasn’t there with the intensity of Madame Piselle’s blind dating scheme gone.
Admittedly, Jenny had enjoyed Yvonne’s hot story the first time, but she still felt no urge to be put in a potentially uncomfortable and unpredictable situation. Although she hadn’t had a steady boyfriend for a number of years now, this wasn’t her ideal way of meeting a man. She had finally paid the money and committed to the blind date, after Yvonne offered to cover her repeatedly.
Now she was downing her fifth martini in thirty minutes under Madame Piselle’s watchful eye. The thought of going through what Madame had described minutes ago absolutely terrified her, but she saw no way out. Yvonne was squeezing her hand tightly as she happily chatted with an attractive Latina who was at her fourth event.
Madame Piselle enthusiastically clapped her hands and warned the girls to finish their drinks in the next three minutes. She was in her early 40s with a tall, busty frame. She dressed confidently in a tight black skirt and low-cut white blouse. Jenny cautiously scanned the busy room. Each one of the twenty-four gorgeous women seemed to exhume confidence. She felt so out of place- she had no idea how she was going to approach a man in this environment, much less ask him to…
“Okay, let’s go! Remember to pick up your new drinks on your way in!” Jenny snapped to attention and chugged the remaining half of her glass. She carefully followed Yvonne out of the crowded room to a wide hallway which led to a grand ballroom. The ladies picked up a tall glass of champagne on their way in to meet twenty-five handsome well-dressed men.
Jenny carefully placed one foot in front of the other trying not to stumble, hoping she wasn’t attracting too much attention in her frilly purple dress. She already felt buzzed from drinking so much in a short while. She was sure it was her mind playing tricks, but she already felt like she needed a visit to the ladies. Just knowing that she was going to have to hold it made her hyper-aware of her filling bladder.
Yvonne and her chatty companion, Vanessa, walked over to a pair of lads who looked like they could be brothers. Jenny wished there was a third guy with them so she would have a way into the group without being the fifth wheel. Of course, if he was anywhere as good-looking as the other two, he would be way out of her league anyway.
Sipping her champagne, Jenny shyly sunk into a corner behind Vanessa and Yvonne. She could just make out the conversation over the growing roar of the room.
“… and we’re supposed to drink a glass every twenty minutes.”
“Same for us! Except we didn’t have to drink before we came in. You must be drunk already!”
Yvonne and Vanessa giggled. “Yes! You guys look totally hot right now!”
One of the guys reddened slightly. “Are you allowed to…”
Yvonne laughed again. “Nope! We are supposed ask you boys to help us out with that!”
“Help? How?”
“With your mouth, silly! What about you? Are you allowed to go?” Yvonne punched him playfully.
“No, we are all locked up.” He gestured to his crotch.
Jenny saw her friend reach out to explore his nether regions, but Vanessa’s barely-clothed back obstructed her full view. She wondered what the boys were wearing under their dress pants- maybe she would get to find out… if she could somehow hold on long enough.
Before she knew it, Madame Piselle’s voice was interrupting conversation over the PA system. “Everyone, get your drinks now please.”
A majority of the ladies in the room, including Jenny, reluctantly chugged their drinks and then made their way over to grab new wine glasses. Several servers standing in quiet corners of the ballroom discreetly approached lagging guests and urged them to make way to the bar- Madame Piselle had made sure all the bases were covered.
As Jenny sipped red wine in her same eavesdropping corner, she noticed an interesting fellow in the other end of the room. He seemed shy and out of place- he was clearly there with his friend who was eagerly flirting with a blonde and a brunette. Jenny felt a pang from her bladder- she would normally go pee at this point. She scanned the room again, hoping there were girls in worse shape than she was.
She didn’t have to look far- a petite Filipino woman in a form-fitting white dress was dancing on the spot as she conversed with an African-American male who was stealing glances at her writhing hips every few seconds. Jenny wondered how much longer the lady would be able to hold on for- all that alcohol would quickly overwhelm her tiny body. Would the man help her or just watch her soak her dress?
That brought her thoughts back to her own bladder. Her wine glass was almost empty and soon she would have to pick her next drink. The thought of pissing herself in such a public space terrified her. Imagine if she was the first! She couldn’t risk such humiliation. Her bladder was filling at an alarming rate and she hadn’t even talked to anyone at the party!
She finished her drink as Madame directed everyone back to the bar. Strategically, she waited for the shy boy with glasses to walk past her to the line at the bar and quickly followed him. Now, she needed to talk to him before he wandered back to the two girls with his friend. As he reached for his beer, she tapped on his shoulder.
“Um… could you please grab one for me. I’m a little drunk… sorry.” Jenny felt herself blush at even admitting that.
“Oh, no problem. I’ll just…” He handed her his beer and accepted another one from the bartender.
“Thanks- I’m Jenny.” She walked purposefully with him as he tried to follow the group back to their spot at the back of the room.
He stopped to accept her handshake. “No problem- I’m Sidney. Sid, for short.”
“Nice to meet you, Sid. Is this your first event?” Jenny realized that she would never be able to have this conversation if she wasn’t drunk and desperate.
“Yes, I applied because Dane was pushing me to- I didn’t think they’d pick me. What about you?”
Jenny giggled. “Me too! I can’t believe I’m here doing this! It’s just so crazy!”
Sid immediately loosened up. “Isn’t it? How do they come up with these crazy ideas? Does this kind of dating actually work?”
Jenny’s attention drifted to the Filipino girl behind him she had frantically excused herself from her date and rushed to a semi-secluded area behind a large marble post. She had hiked up her skirt and lowered her panties to pop a squat before a server had stopped her. She was desperately pleading with her hand in her crotch, drawing attention from a growing audience. Her date quickly rushed over and knelt down in front of her. Carefully, she lowered her panties again and relieved herself into his mouth. The entire room was watching in shock now, as her bursting bladder emptied directly into his mouth for thirty seconds. Humiliated, but relieved just the same, she wiped off her pussy with her hand and pulled up her underwear.
Like many others, Sid had been drawn into the scene. Jenny quickly hurried to join him. An added privilege to his company was listening in to the couple’s conversation. They spoke in hushed voices, but Jenny was able to make out their words through a mix of great hearing and lip-reading.
“Uh, thanks- I was about to wet myself.”
“No worries- your pee was delicious.”
The Filipino girl smiled, but Jenny missed her response as Sid resumed their conversation.
“Wow! She really had to pee!”
“Yes… Madame made us drink a lot before we came out.” Jenny blushed, realizing she had just revealed her own predicament to him.
“Oh… do you need to go?”
“A bit.” Jenny lied as she willed herself not to wriggle involuntarily. It was getting harder and harder not to show her desperation as she continued drinking. A couple of the girls were now openly holding themselves as they chatted with boys. Vanessa and Yvonne were both dancing on the spot.
“Well, maybe… “ Sid’s voice trailed off. Jenny sensed he was offering to help, but felt uncomfortable with the topic. She did too, so she quickly redirected conversation to a more conventional dating topic.
“What do you do for work?”
Sid’s face lit up. “Oh, I’m a website designer. I started my own company two years ago and I have been working with….”
Jenny’s attention waned as he continued his excited chatter about his work and all the interesting projects he had completed recently. She could see her tummy bulging out now- she needed to pee SO badly! She squeezed her thighs together under her dress- it helped a little. Maybe she could nonchalantly cross her legs. Pretending to listen to him, she casually stepped over her left foot and clenched her upper thighs tighter.
“What about you? What do you do?”
The questioned snapped Jenny back to reality. For a moment, she stared blankly at him, unable to recall her own work.
“Oh, I’m an assistant manager at a restaurant.” Realizing such a short answer may come across as rude, she tried to continue.
“Um, basically… I help with table bookings, worker schedules, ordering in supplies- stuff like that. I started working there three years ago as a server.”
“Oh, sounds interesting. Are you doing ok there?” He gestured towards her crotch.
Jenny realized she had started rocking back and forth. It was getting painful to hold it. She briefly caught Yvonne urgently negotiating with the guy she had been talking to. Vanessa seemed to have better luck, as she was currently inviting her date under her dress to grant her some desperately needed relief. A curvy redhead behind the group was in tears, begging for someone to help her as she iron-gripped her womanhood with both hands.
“It’s getting really bad.” Jenny admitted. It was pointless to hide it any longer. She needed the toilet, badly.
“Do you want me to…”
Suddenly, they were interrupted by the redhead in the jungle-green dress. “Please help! I’m about to wet my panties!”
She had somehow hobbled over clutching her crotch. Her dress was hiked up and her pink cotton panties were visible through her clenched fingers. Jenny thought she could see dampness, but she wasn’t sure. Sid looked helplessly at his date, who shrugged.
“OK! Allow me!” He dropped down to his knees as the woman tried to lower her panties. It was too late. As she released her crotch, the dam burst and she soaked her undergarments. Sid scrambled back to his feet to avoid her flood as she sighed in relief. Her legs glistened with wetness as the massive waterfall continued to flow from her crotch, forming a giant lake at her feet. The room observed in awe as she finally finished wetting herself and was promptly led out of the party by Madame Piselle.
The accident had done nothing to help the other girls, Jenny included. She had almost finished her beer and now had her hand in her crotch. Vanessa, visibly relieved, had broken away from Yvonne and was lovingly flirting with the man who had been under her dress minutes earlier. Yvonne was letting the other guy fondle her breasts in the hopes that she too would be granted relief soon. However, Jenny could clearly see that he was eyeing Vanessa- she had likely been his goal all along.
Just then, Madame Piselle returned and announced that it was time for another drink. An audible groan arose- several women were on the verge of accidents. Nevertheless, everyone lined up again. Behind Sid and Jenny, Yvonne’s date promised her that he would relieve her after they got through the line. He expressed that he had to pee too, but he would help as long as she promised to continue being sexually generous with him.
Out of the corner of her eye, Jenny could see that Yvonne was really struggling to hold on. The dancing on the spot, the glisten of sweat on her face, the whiteness of her knuckles as they clutched her pussy- it all pointed to one thing. This woman was on the verge of disgracing herself. Jenny felt deep sympathy for her friend but her own plight was no minor matter. She tried to keep herself as composed as possible as she waited for the next alcoholic drink, white wine, to torture her strained young body.
Like a true gentleman, Sid got Jenny’s drink without prompt. He quickly directed his lady away from the bar to a quiet corner. As Yvonne reached for her glass, she lost the battle. With an audible gasp, she began urinating in her clothes. The area in front of the bar was rapidly covered in her puddle as her pee flowed through her red silk panties, her clenched fingers, and down her slim legs.
Sid tore his eyes away from the giant scene to set the drinks down on the tiled floor. He shut his eyes as he reached up under Jenny’s dress to grab her panties at the hips. She released her grip on her crotch so he could pull them down. With his eyes still closed, he asked her to direct her stream into his mouth.
“It’s okay- just open your eyes. Or I’m going pee all over you.”
Not being needed to be asked twice, he grabbed her butt and eased her feminine parts close to his open mouth. She couldn’t hold on a moment longer and released a powerful torrent. He dutifully swallowed her stream as she peed for a full minute, just managing to stop for a few seconds in the middle so he could take a breath.
As she finished peeing, she felt his tongue wiping her clean. Her knees nearly buckled from the pleasurable sensation. After the immense relief of finally emptying her deprived bladder, the sensation of his tongue on her clitoris was almost overwhelming. She was sure that if he continued licking, she would orgasm in a flat minute. He pulled her panties back up and handed her the glass of white wine as he rose to his feet.
Jenny couldn’t express her gratitude for what he had done for her. If not for him, she would have wet herself like Yvonne and been led out of the party in shame. He had saved her- without even being asked to! She graciously leaned towards him and kissed him on the lips. It backed him against a post and she pushed further, stepping so her body was grinding against his.
To her surprise, he broke off the kiss at that point and moved away from the post.
“What’s wrong?”
He brought the wine glass to his lips and took a quick sip. “Nothing, I’m just…”
Jenny looked at him curiously. He stood awkwardly, bouncing on the spot.
“Oh, you need to pee don’t you?”
He reddened. “Yeah, I do need to go. It’s hard with all these drinks and…”
It was Jenny’s turn to blush. “My pee. Can I help relieve you?”
It was only fair since he had saved her.
“N-no, you can’t. We are all wearing a chastity belt under our pants.” He gestured at his crotch.
Jenny realized she had completely ignored the ordeal the men were under! She had leisurely emptied her bladder into his mouth and now he would have to hold in all that liquid.
“I’m so sorry, Sidney. If I had known, I wouldn’t have…”
“No, it’s okay- I wanted you to stay. I was going to help the other lady too and I didn’t even know her!”
“I could have at least held in half…”
Sid dismissed her with a wave of his hand and continued talking about his family, friends, and hobbies. As they conversed, Jenny continued to experience a growing attraction towards him. The fact that his cock was caged up made things all the more exciting!
As they finished the white wine, several more women were led out of the room by Madame Piselle. The Filipino girl had grown desperate again and her date had tried his best to help. Unfortunately, he had peed his own pants whiling providing her relief a second time. They were escorted out together, but a second date seemed inevitable.
With the original crowd down to about half size and the entire ballroom floor glistening with wetness, the noise level dropped sharply. Almost everyone had their minds on their respective bladders. Despite Vanessa’s earlier success with her date, he certainly wasn’t offering to help her a second time. They were both visibly desperate arguing with each other.
“You’re no gentleman! A real man would give his woman what she needed no matter what!”
“Maybe if you tried to see things beyond your own selfish perspective. Then I might continue trying to help you, witch!”
“I don’t need your help anyway! You’re useless!” She looked over at his friend who had initially been chatting with Yvonne. He eagerly walked over and lifted Vanessa’s dress. Despite his own mounting desperation, he wasn’t going to pass up an opportunity to see this very attractive Latina’s pussy up close and personal.
“Some friend you are, asshole. Good luck getting anything from this selfish ho!” His friend desperately hobbled away to line up at the bar. He could sense Madame was about to announce another round of drinks.
Soon after accepting his drink, a vodka and orange juice, he soaked his pants. Five minutes later, his friend had also wet himself. True to prediction, Vanessa had not given him her contact information or even any second base privileges as Yvonne had. Jenny briefly felt badly about the situation- the boys’ friendship was probably toast and all they had to show for it were their wet pants.
However, her sympathy was quickly diverted to Sid. He was barely hanging on after gulping down his wine. He was repeatedly trying to grab his cock as he danced around trying to maintain conversation with Jenny. She was surprised he had held it that long- she was feeling a rapidly growing need again. She suddenly realized that he might be fearful of wetting himself in her company.
“Sid, just let it go.” She spoke softly into his ear. “I promise I won’t judge you.”
“A-are you sure? I’m such a baby- about to piss my pants like this!”
Jenny decided enough was enough- there was no point in him suffering any longer. She moved in close again to whisper in his ear. “Just let it go, babe- you know you want to. You know you have to. Think of waterfalls- always flowing. Gallons and gallons flowing down to the earth all the time.”
It was too much for poor Sid. His brown pants darkened immediately as a stream flowed into his shoes. His face burned in humiliation as the girl of his dreams watched him soak his pants. Madame Piselle returned to the ballroom after escorting yet another wet couple out and immediately strode over to deal with Sid. Thinking quickly, Jenny parted her legs and relaxed. She was surprised by the pleasant feeling of warm wetness filling her white cotton panties and then running down her legs to her feet. Overcome with the relief of emptying her severely weakened bladder again, Jenny had to actively fight the impulse of rubbing herself to a drunken orgasm in public. Together, Sid and her added to wetness on the floor as Madame patiently waited for them to finish.
As they were escorted away from the curious eyes of the ballroom, Madame Piselle congratulated them on a successful date together. She led them into a private toilet and gave Jenny a key to Sid’s chastity belt. Jenny eagerly undid his soiled pants to explore his male body. She finally had a boyfriend… and a great new hobby to explore with him. |
For those of you who don't understand where Chris comes from, this is the previous episode about Chris.
Hope you enjoyed the fiction I made, thanks.
Hey, we've met again, I'm Angelica. Today is a hospital holiday where I work, so I can wake up late. I woke up in bed at nine o'clock in a thin tank top and white panties.I came down from the bedroom and brushed my teeth and went to the living room and watched television and sipping coffee, about an hour later, there was a loud knock on my door.
*knock* *knock* *knock*
I was walking to the front and opening the door and behind the door was a elementary school boy around grade 4 and the boy greeted me.
“ Hello sis angel. ”
“ Oh Chris why are you coming to my house today? ”
“ My parents went to work until it was late to come back, so I came to your house to cure loneliness. ”
I didn't have anything to do either, so I pulled the door for Chris in. Chris entered the house and looked at the inside of the surrounding houses that he saw.
“ What's wrong? Chris, come into my house first. ”
Chris saw the clothes that I was wearing and immediately blushed I saw Chris's red face, so I thought a little bit teased him. I grabbed the collar of my tank and pulled it in and out to get the wind out.
“ Haaaaa, it's really hot today. ”
Chris immediately blushed even more. I laughed a little and took him to the living room and gave him some cold water and I continue sipping my coffee.Chris drank all the cold water I gave, and he walked close to me.
“ Angel sister, let's play something fun. ”
“ So what are we going to play? ”
“ Is it good to play, chase, catch? ”
“ Is it alright? You won't catch me in time. ”
Chris paused and thought again what to play.
“ Hahaha, so I'll reward you if you can catch me. ”
I finished speaking and immediately got off, and Chris, who saw me coming off, immediately followed me, and of course he couldn't keep up with me, so I pretended to run slowly, and when Chris got me caught, I immediately accelerated and it was like this for about thirty minutes, I started sweating and panting a little, but Chris didn't seem tired at all.
( This is the power of a child. )
ten minutes later, I was exhausted and panting. Chris was about to catch me now. I was about to start running, but I couldn't step on my legs, and Chris finally managed to catch me.
“ I have captured the angel sister. Come and reward me ”
“ You cheated, chasing me with no rest. ” I told Chris and drank a big bottle of water to recover from my tiredness.
“ But a promise is a promise, I'll reward you ”
I walked over to the back of the sofa and was taking off my thin tank top and white underwear, laying it on the sofa and walking out to Chris, now I'm naked for him to see. Chris blushed as soon as he saw my pussy and chest, and was about to put his hand on my pussy
but I covered my pussy with my white panties.
“ Well, enough, that's it, I just show you, not to catch it. ”
And I was back in the same clothes. As soon as I got dressed, Chris was no longer in the living room.
“ Chris, where are you? ”
“ I'm here ”
Chris was in the corridor of my house and walked into the living room.
“ Shall we watch television? ”
I asked Chris and slapped the empty space of the sofa. Chris sat where I slapped. He looked embarrassed sitting next to me.
“ Do you want to see something special? ”
“ N…..No, sister Angel wants to see anything. ”
I picked up the remote, changed the television channels all the time, and saw the movie I wanted to see.
“ Do you look at this? ”
“ Y…..Yes ”
I took some water from the fridge to prepare for a movie and drank one before. The movie was going on and Chris and I took turns drinking two glasses of cold water until half the movie was about to go. I felt the ocean waves inside me.I wanted to pee, but I didn't want to miss the movie I watched, so I kept holding it.
The movie progresses intensely. The ocean waves in my body were crashing non-stop, I became motionless and crossed my legs while sitting, but I wasn't the only one who wanted to pee. Chris, who was sitting next to me, was squeezing his thighs, and I asked Chris.
“ Chris Do you want to pee? I saw you squeezing your thighs. ”
“ Sis Angel is the same, isn't it? I've seen it since you've crossed your leg. ”
I was speechless hearing Chris responding like this.
Now the movie is approaching the Climax phase. The ocean waves inside me will erupt if I loosen my pussy I started filling my pussy with my hand and shook my ass.
“ AH! ”
The ocean waves inside me have escaped from my cunt, my underwear is all drenched in my sweat, so there are no dark spots on my underwear.
“ Angel sister Are you ok? ”
“ I'm fine Ah! ”
I leak again, I can't focus on the movie now. Chris was also squeezing his hand on his dick, but he wouldn't go to the bathroom. It took fifteen minutes to finally complete the movie. The ending credit is moving up, I can see the end of the credit. Me and Chris rushed to the bathroom and me, but Chris stopped before reaching the bathroom.
“ Angel sister I can't hold it ”
And the golden liquid erupted from Chris' pants. His pants were noticeably darker. That noise made me very uncomfortable, and I could grab my hand on the bathroom bolt, but……
( No, no, no, the door is locked. )
I ran to the locker and looked for the bathroom key, but I couldn't find it.So I ran to the spare locker, and my pussy was unable to resist the waves of my inner ocean, and a little spurt down to the ground.
( I can do it, I can hold it. )
I was easily able to find a spare toilet key and rushed to the toilet and the ocean waves erupted a little more.
( Don't come out Don't come out )
I got to the front of the bathroom and unlocked the keys in a hurry, now the ocean waves erupt, my pussy is nowhere to be eaten, and finally I unlocked the key. I opened the bathroom door and dropped my bottom. At the toilet bowl without having time to pull your underwear down or close the bathroom door
“ Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ”
I don't care if Chris sees my current state, just let me pee in the bathroom. I'm glad
after a while, the pee sounded off.I got out of the toilet and walked to Chris.
“ Would you like to take a bath together? ”
I took Chris to the shower and pulled down his pants until he saw his lovely dick, and then we took off our clothes and got down to the bathtub. After the shower, Chris and I had to wear clothes, but his pants were still wet from the accident, so I washed his clothes and had Chris put on a towel. I was about to walk into the closet, but Chris grabbed my towel.
“ I'm embarrassed to show you. Can you not wear clothes until my pants are dry? ”
I lightly smiled and looked at Chris's face.
“ You want to see my body again. Okay, I'll be completely naked too. ”
I pulled off the towel that covered my body and pulled another Chris's towel.
“ Now we can see each other's bodies. ”
We waited until Chris' pants were dry. Chris and I were dressed back and walked over to the doorstep.
“ Are you going now? ”
“ Yes, my parents are returning. ”
“ Goodbye, angel sister. ”
“ GoodBye Chris ”
Angelica closed the door and cleaned her house and went on with her life.
End |
Reasons she couldn’t go: trapped
Brittany loved the coast. The sea always calmed her even on the stormiest of days. The only daughter of an international businessman Brittany had inherited a substantial amount of money when her dad died and invested it in her beloved and treasured 8th floor apartment overlooking the sea. The view was what sold it to her, that and the long open balcony she could sit on and have panoramic views of the sun setting at night. One day she hoped to share it with someone special, but for now she made do with Snowy her Persian cat.
Brittany didn’t earn a fraction of what her father had, nor her mother who had remarried and moved abroad after her father’s death, but as a fashion designer she knew many A list celebrities and socialised with a lot of people of money. Brittany knew how to look the part with exclusive well fitted clothing, high sparkling shoes and matching bag. Though her car was leased it was prestige and pristine in every way and Brittany carried herself in every way as a woman of wealth and strength.
It had been another long day for Brittany as she worked from her office an hour away in the city. She travelled widely and was familiar with the fashion industry worldwide so it wasn’t unusual for her to have another long Skype meeting with contacts in Japan and Europe. She drank expensive coffee as she finalised details on the latest deal before closing down for the weekend and heading home. The weather was awful and traffic was painfully slow as Brittany listened to the radio and sipped steadily from her iced water.
The hour drive turned into an awful two hours in horrendous weather as Brittany finally saw signs to her familiar coastal town. Deciding she was too tired to cook she pulled into the side of the road and ran into the local Chinese take away and waited as thunder and lighting ravaged loudly as her meal was prepared. Sitting waiting and watching the rain Brittany found herself crossing her legs and tapping her foot, thinking that she was feeling quite uncomfortable but assuming it was from the cold and dampness and the awful stormy, cold, and very wet weather.
The take away was quiet and before long Brittany was running back out to her car placing the meal carefully at the footwell of the passenger seat as she drove up the hill towards her apartment block, her headlights on full and windscreen wipers on fast. She turned the engine off in her allotted reserved space and grabbed her meal and ran, wishing her designer coat had a hood and mentally reminding herself to design some practical wet weather gear soon.
Usually she would be healthy and climb the 8 levels of stairs but not wanting her meal to get cold, and tired from a very long day, work, and long drive, Brittany pressed for the lift as more thunder and lightning struck. She looked forward to eating her meal as she watched the sky light up and she also, quite suddenly, realised she was also very much looking forward to using the bathroom. She swept her long wet hair back off her face as she pressed floor 8 in the lift.
The doors closed and the lift moved. Brittany stood crossed legged, her hair dripping and her designer dress damp from the waist down. She crossed her legs, looking forward to a lovely long pee before enjoying her meal. Suddenly the lift shook slightly before going silent and dark as the realisation dawned on Brittany that the lift had broken and she was trapped. The small closed cubicle she stood in now lit solely by an emergency light above her Brittany moved from foot to foot as she dug in her handbag for her mobile phone. Firstly thinking she could call someone then realising she had no idea who to even call. She had no brothers or sister, or real close friends even. Her dad was dead and her mum abroad and she didn’t even know the name of any of her neighbours. As she scrolled through her contacts she suddenly noticed that there was no point calling anyone as trapped in the lift the phone had no signal anyway!
Instead Brittany used the torch of the phone to shine around the closed in lift in search of the emergency buzzer or phone. There was just an emergency button so she pressed it and waited. It rang for a while then stopped. Alone, hungry, and now bursting for the toilet Brittany wasn’t sure what to do. She tried the button again and again it buzzed then stopped. The silence and closed in dark room made her feel more trapped than ever.
Five minutes past and time seemed to drag in as Brittany stood against the back wall of the lift crossed legged. Her stomach rumbled with hunger and the smell of her dinner was so enticing. Brittany sat on the floor and decided to look at her meal. Incredibly the shop had put disposable cutlery in with her meal and Brittany sat eating on the floor of the lift direct from the cartons her food came in feeling herself to be most undignified and common. She’d never eaten direct from a carton ever and couldn’t recall the last time she’d ever used disposable cutlery. Still it was good to eat and drink, as she guzzled from a bottle of water in her handbag from work. As she ate and drank with her bottom on the floor and her knees raised Brittany rubbed her bladder as it ached again. She so badly needed to pee.
Finishing her meal she wiped her mouth with a tissue and carefully packed the leftover containers and food into the carried bag and stood up again, pacing the lift as being upright now intensified her bladder woes. Her expensive tailored designer dress had now dried from the earlier rain as Brittany pressed against it to hold between her legs. Checking her phone she noticed her battery almost dead and still no signal so she once again pressed the emergency buzzer and was relieved to hear someone finally answer.
The call handler was reassuring and comforting and aware of the fault which had been caused by a lightening strike causing a power failure. Help was on the way she was assured but unfortunately she needed to be patient despite being trapped. Brittany was far too embarrassed to mention her problem and she only hoped there was no cameras as she paced and danced about.
Time passed as Brittany grew more restless, more annoyed and definitely more desperate to pee. Her foot tapped, she paced, held her bladder and grabbed between her legs constantly, all the time moaning and voicing how bursting she was. In the dim light of the confined lift Brittany found herself getting bolder the more she struggled to hold. Pulling her tights down she placed a hand directly inside her pants and massaged her vagina as she moaned in urgency. There was desperate and then there was seriously desperate and Brittany was reaching the latter fast! Tears formed in her eyes as the sudden realisation that she might not make it out dry washed through her mind. Her bladder hurt, her head spun and her pussy tingled beyond anything she had ever experienced before. Thoughts ran through her mind of being caught with a hand inside her knickers, or with a huge puddle between her legs or worse still...with her hugely expensive clothes drenched in urine. Brittany wasn’t sure which would be worse but what she did know was that she had to do something as her hand warmed with dribbles escaping as she bend over double in utter urgency to release.
Hoping someone would hear Brittany cried out ‘help! Someone help! I’m peeing myself in here! Someone help! I need the toilet urgently! Someone help me! Anyone!’
Brittany jumped as a male voice called down.
‘Hello! Is there someone down there? Do you want me to call the fire brigade? There’s been a power cut. Are you ok in there?’
Delighted to hear another human Brittany pulled her hand away, pulled up her knickers and tights and called back dancing from foot to foot.
‘Yes! I’m trapped in here. Been here almost an hour. Lift company supposed to be on way but I need out of here urgently! I’m....I’m bursting for the toilet in here!’
‘Oh dear! That isn’t good. That’s awful actually. Are you alone in there? Do you want me to call anyone?’
‘I’m alone yes. I’m ok. Except my bladder that is. Could you call the company. Tell them it’s an emergency please.’
‘Yes of course! Is there a number on the lift anywhere?’
Brittany squirmed violently as she called out the number to the mystery voice above, her heels tapping noisily on the lift floor. She could faintly hear the voice talking as she made out the building name, address and the fact she was trapped. With one hand grasping between her legs she paced the lift in frustration. She absolutely had to pee, and right now!
‘Someone’s on their way mam. They are aware you are there. Please just hold on.’
‘I bloody wish I could! I don’t think I can though.’
‘Oh gosh that is terrible. I’m sorry. All I can do is let you know I am here, if that helps at all. I once had an accident myself and it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. It can’t be helped if you really have no other choice.’
Brittany couldn’t believe she was talking to a stranger, a voice really, about her bladder agony, but desperation was overtaking her rational thoughts and she could feel and hear her own heart racing. She’d never wet herself and found it disgraceful but there was something intriguing, comforting even, from the male voice above hearing that someone else had reached the end of their tether and peed themselves. Brittany sobbed softly and moaned as another spasm took hold.
‘It hurts.’
‘Oh mam that’s not good. Not good at all. I think you had better just do something. I don’t know what’s easier...just let go or maybe go in a corner? Oh I am so sorry mam this must be just terrible being so desperate like you are. You do sound so distressed.’
‘I....I can’t wet myself! These clothes are....well it’s just not right is it! God I need out of here! I need a bathroom so badly!’
‘Clothes wash mam. It could be a while before you get out yet. It’s sucks I know and I just want you to know I am here.’
Brittany cried. Strong, respectable, wealthy but none the less in a situation she couldn’t control. Her bodily needs superseding everything else. Maybe the stranger was right. Her clothes could wash. Yes she’d be embarrassed and mortified but what other choice did she have? Brittany leaned against the back of the lift as she cried out and sighed simultaneously...
Her hands by her side and her body tense, warm liquid ran down her pants, tights and dress as she stepped out of her shoes as her own pee flooded the inside of her tights. She couldn’t stop though as she bend forwards and pulled her tights down as urine flowed steadily down the inside of her legs and now ran over the outside of her tights and over the top of her hideously expensive shoes. She bent her knees as more and more urine continued to pour out from between her legs until it finally steadied to a trickle before ending.
Still sobbing Brittany pulled her tights off completely and rung them out onto the floor, followed by her knickers which were completely drenched. The silence of the lift broken only by the sound of liquid being squeezed out of her garments.
‘You ok down there?’
‘Just about.’
‘It shouldn’t be much longer mam.’
‘It’s ok. I can wait now. I hope they have a mop though.’
‘If not I’ll get mine. Don’t worry. I mean what else can you do when you need to go and you are trapped?’
Whoever the male voice was he definitely had a point. |
Hi All!!
Below I am posting the first part of a story I have been working on the past day or two. A lot of it is influenced by personal fantasy, as well as some naughty wettings I have been doing with a female companion via video chat 😛. Lets just say after hopping from foot to foot while begging a mistress to let you pee, and slowly leaking, has given me some authorial inspiration.
The remaining parts will go up based on reactions. Hope you like it!
A DAY AT THE WATER PARK: PART 1
Craig shot up from his bed with a slight jolt, at the sound of his Pokemon alarm. He yawned and stretched, suddenly becoming aware of his painfully full bladder. As Craig stepped out of bed, he was surprised at how bad he had to pee, despite a fully erect penis. Craig squeezed his erect morning cock, as he shuffled around his room to get his clothes and other items needed for the bathroom.
As he began to awaken, this caused his bladder to contract more. Craig squeezed his legs together, and started walking briskly towards the bathroom, slightly hunched over. As he turned the knob, he was greeted by a lock, and the sound of running water. The water made Craigs bladder contract heavy, causing a small amount of pee to escape his still erect dick, and drip on his shorts. He gasped, before holding his crotch, and knocking on the door.
*Knock Knock Knock*
“Can you hurry up in there please ?” Craig let out, mildly pounding on the door while crossing his legs, tense to let out his morning pee. *oh I really regret finishing up all that root beer at 4 in the morning* Craig thought to himself, as his bladder painfully pushed past its limit. “I’m almost done, relax yourself little boy” replied his snarky older cousin. Amanda. “Jesus enough with the little boy comments, you got 5 years on me, you’re not all wise” Craig retaliated. A chill from the air conditioning tingled him, to the point where he had to hop from one foot to another, to keep the warm piss stretching his bladder, from further dampening his shorts.
“As long as you continue to always wet your pants, you will always be little baby boy Craig” Amanda mocked, casually applying her makeup. Today they were going to a water park, and Amanda wished to look her best, to attract attention from cute guys, and to tease her younger cousin, who tended to be a sissy, yet was sexually attracted to Amanda, in ways he wishes he wasn’t. “Thats not true!!” Craig responded In defiance, blushing in pain as his bladder contracted further. He further blushed as a small amount of pee soaked into the blue sports shorts he wore to bed.
Amanda, despite being a raging bitch, was not totally wrong.
At 22 years old, Craig was strongly unlucky when it came to holding his bladder. Since they were kids, it seems Craig always had a bathroom issue. Almost every year since he was at least 4 , Amanda can recall an incident where Craig either wet his pants, or was dangerously close to the point the entire group he was with will never forget the desperation and energy he emitted to prevent an accident. Almost as if bound by telepathic force, that only twins share, Amanda and Craig both recalled the exact moment nearly 3 years ago, where Craig had an accident at a family friends wedding.
Craig blushed in shame, and Amanda Giggled, at the memory of him running to the bathroom during the party, and seeing the unisex line of mostly women, waiting to relieve their bladders. Profusely sweating, Craig started shaking, as his white tuxedo bottoms turned yellow and began soaking with pee. The guys laughed and the girls gasped in shock as he desperately tried to pinch his cock and stem the flow of urine, dancing around and begging people to stop looking, as a puddle of urine formed at his feet. Little did he know, Amanda was in the crowd, laughing and recording a video on her phone, without his knowledge.
Back in the present, Craigs desperation continued to grow, as Amanda continued to take her time getting ready. “Are you almost done?” Craig asked, squeezing his cock as another spurt escaped. He gasped in shock and squeezed his legs even closer together. Through the door Amanda could hear a small gasp, and grinned in mischief. She knew from prior experience, how close her little cousin was to having an accident. “Yes doofus hold your bladder I’m almost done.”
Craig sighed to himself, before kneeling over in pain as his bladder further spazzed. Without warning a powerful jet of pee soaked into the crotch of his shorts, enough that a few drops of pee made its way to the floor. Craig looked down in horror at the baseball sized wet spot on his crotch. He pulled his shirt down, hoping to hide it from his cousin. Tears were at his eyes, from the pain of holding his bladder. Suddenly, his heart sank at the sound of a hair dryer going off.
*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*
“AMANDA PLEEEEEEEAAAASE!” Craig begged, whimpering as another small spurt escaped his penis. Amanda pretended not to hear him, smiling at the idea of him having a full blown accident while waiting for the toilet right outside. “Ooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh!!!” Craig moaned out, gritting his teeth and jumping in place. Tears continued to well up in Craig eyes, at the pain, and from the humiliation of being so desperate right out side his cousins bathroom.
Then, a huge jet of pee spurted from his penis, leaving a noticeable wet spot on his crotch. Craig danced from foot to foot, and grabbed his cock, as a spurt escaped. Pee started leaking from Craig, leaving a small puddle at his feet, as It trickled down his legs. Craig desperately tried to hold it, and almost had it, until the sound of the unlocking door unleashed the waterworks. Almost as if she timed it perfectly, Amandas view to the opening door was craigs hands desperately holding his crotch, as his bladder finally reached its limit. Pee soaked his shorts. Despite the open door to the bathroom, Craig stood in the hallway, desperately trying to control his bladder, but it was too late. Amanda stared on, amused as Craig moaned in agony and shame. The pee soaked through his shorts, down his smooth legs, leaving a puddle at his bare feet. Amanda stared. Fascinated, and slightly turned on. For the next minute crags bladder slowly emptied, as he stood defeated and humiliated in front of his holder cousin.
Part 2 to come 🙂 |
Another story commission by daveshuyi! (posted with his permission, of course), inspired by the anime Rascal does not dream of Bunny Girl Senpai and staring Sakurajima Mai. I have another Mai story in the works and there are some other characters I might want to write stories for, so I left the title of the thread open-ended.
Pros and Cons of Not Being Seen
Sakurajima Mai could see the exact moment she became “invisible”.
She was on a train, riding out of Fujisawa. It was the second time she’d experienced the phenomenon. Upon leaving the limits of her hometown, people on the train stopped noticing her. Part of her was kind of hoping that what had happened yesterday was a fluke, like a dream. That she’d wake up and leave Fujisawa and everyone would be able to notice her again. However, part of her was relieved it wasn’t.
Being a childhood star, it was hard for her to remember a time in her life where she could go anywhere without being recognized by someone. If she truly couldn’t be seen by others, she planned to take full advantage of that.
Today, however, her plans were simple. First of all, since it seemed to be location based, she was headed to a completely separate city than the one where the aquarium yesterday had been. Then she would walk around and see to what extent her “ability”, if she could call it that, worked.
As she rode, the stuffy atmosphere of the train started getting to her. It was a particularly warm day today, and the fact that a couple people behind her were standing a little too close to her didn’t exactly help matters. She reached into her bag and pulled out a large bottle of water before taking a swig. Staying hydrated was important, and growing up her mother impressed upon her the importance of drinking regularly. Though, Mai was pretty sure this was more because she had to maintain a healthy complexion to land all the modeling jobs.
By the time she reached her stop and disembarked, it was around noon and she had drank about half of the large bottle. She placed it back in her bag and headed out of the station, having to carefully weave through crowds that would’ve ran straight into her otherwise.
First thing’s first. I should try to grab some lunch. Though, I imagine it’ll be quite difficult if no one can see me.
Mai located the nearest restaurant and stepped through the doors. Just like yesterday, however, the server standing by the door to seat people looked straight past her without acknowledging her presence. Mai waved her hand in front of the server’s eyes and even tapped her on the shoulder, but it seemed like her entire presence went completely unnoticed.
A shame, too. The food here smells really good.
Mai sighed and turned around, heading back out and nearly getting run over by a burly man rushing down the sidewalk carrying some heavy boxes. She let out a deep breath to calm her down and crossed her arms in thought.
If restaurants won’t work, then maybe I can buy something.
Mai scanned the street and caught a convenience store sign sitting at the corner of one of the intersections. Perfect. She stepped up to the door, and the electronic sensor opened for her just fine.
Okay, so I’m not actually invisible, it just seems people can’t see or notice my presence.
Mai browsed around the convenience store, picking out a particularly appetizing sandwich and a bottle of aloe juice. She also grabbed another, smaller bottle of water to replace the one she had in her bag, since her plan was to walk around the city all day.
She brought it up to the counter, and waved at the clerk as she approached. Of course, no matter what she did, he couldn’t see her.
I kind of expected that.
Luckily for Mai, there was a self-checkout station where she could ring up her own items and pay. She made her purchase and stepped back out onto the streets, looking around for somewhere to eat. She spotted a park nearby, and headed over to it quickly. It didn’t take her long to find a bench and sit down with her food.
By the time she was done with her meal, she had finished off her original water bottle and half of her aloe juice. She noticed a slight pressure in her abdomen from her filling bladder, but she quickly pushed it to the back of her mind and went about her day.
She had planned to come here to get some shopping done as well as test the strange phenomenon that had befallen her, but not all stores were as accommodating as the convenience store had been. Many of them didn’t have self-checkouts and she had no way of paying for anything, so at the end of the day, she wound up walking back to the train station empty handed.
As she was heading back, her bladder sent her a signal that it was full. She had finished off all her drinks, so her bladder was filling up steadily. Mai placed a hand on her abdomen, as if narrowing in on the uncomfortable pressure building inside, and rubbed her legs together slightly as she walked.
I should head to the bathroom as soon as possible.
Mai entered the train station and made a beeline for the restrooms. She was dismayed, however, to find a sign on the bathroom that said “closed for cleaning”. Her bladder sent her another signal of protest and Mai weighed her options. It was only a 20 minute ride back home anyway. It wouldn’t be comfortable, but Mai had no concerns that she wouldn’t make it.
She passed by the turnstiles and let it scan her card before boarding the train and trying to find a seat. Unfortunately, even though the train wasn’t as full as it had been this morning, she didn’t see anywhere to sit. Faced with no other options, Mai headed over to one of the vertical handrails and stood off to the corner of the train car.
Mai tried to distract herself on her phone like before, but this time she was having a hard time concentrating on anything for very long. Every jostle, every time the train swayed her body, she could feel her full bladder. It was filling up faster than she thought, and she was really regretting not finding another place to go before boarding the train.
She pressed her thighs together as a wave of desperation hit her, and she looked out the windows nervously. She was still about 15 minutes away from home.
I’ll be fine. I can hold it. It’s just 15 minutes.
As if in direct response to her thought, she could hear the squealing of the train’s brakes as she was pulled forward by inertia. The sudden shock was enough to make her leak a little, and she had to clamp down between her legs to stop from letting any more out. The leak made her desperation skyrocket as her bladder screamed for more relief. Mai squeezed her eyes shut and shuffled her legs in a full-on pee dance until the wave subsided, then looked around to realize the train had stopped completely.
“We’re sorry,” A voice announced over the train’s intercoms, “It appears there has been an accident up ahead at the next station. Due to this, we were forced to make an emergency stop, and are unable to proceed until further notice. Please be patient and bear with us. We apologize for any inconvenience this may cause.”
Mai’s heart dropped. She had to pee pretty badly already, and while she was sure she could make it another 15 minutes, she wasn’t sure how long the delay was going to be. She glanced at her phone for the time and squeezed her thighs together. She sincerely hoped the delay wouldn’t take long.
Mai started browsing around online, trying desperately to get her mind off her full bladder. She stood there on the train, reading various articles about things that were supposed to be interesting, but her mind kept drifting to her situation. Her bladder would send her more vigorous waves of desperation now, forcing her to hold herself or scissor her legs up and down. Even when she was trying to be calm, her free hand was clenching the hem of her skirt and she was rubbing the back of her calf with her foot.
Another strong wave of desperation struck her and she was forced to practically double over, grabbing herself as she danced around. She squeezed her eyes shut and focused on holding it. She could feel her bladder pushing against her in protest, trying to get her to let go. She was afraid she was going to leak again, and just when the first leak had almost dried out too. She clamped her hands down and squeezed her thighs together as the wave passed, managing to stay dry this time.
Even with the wave over, she still badly needed to pee. She was eternally grateful no one could see her right now, because otherwise her desperation would be obvious to anyone at this point. She rubbed her abdomen with her hand and checked the time again. It had been 20 minutes since the train stopped.
Please, please don’t last much longer!
She once again tried to turn her attention to her phone. A particularly clickbaity article stood out to her. “Have weird things been happening to you? You might be suffering from this supernatural phenomenon!”
Any other day, Mai would have snuffed her nose at it, but she had been experiencing something rather bizarre. Even if the article was full of crap, at least it would get her mind off her desperation.
She clicked the article and read it over, stopping periodically due to the waves of desperation that kept hitting her. Somehow, in between all the grabbing herself, dancing around, and shaking her legs, she managed to get through the article. Apparently it was talking about something called Adolescence Syndrome, where apparently adolescents and young adults were experiencing weird phenomena. Of course, it was really just a rumor. There wasn’t any real evidence of it, and the article had just used the rumor as a way of drawing people in. One of the claims was even that Adolescence Syndrome could be the reason behind your drink getting stuck in the vending machine.
Aggravated, Mai closed the browser and checked the time. 50 minutes. It had been 50 minutes since the train had stopped. Mai bit her bottom lip as she continued to dance desperately around. If they didn’t start moving soon, she was going to run out of time really quickly.
Her full bladder sent her another wave of protest, and she let out another leak before she could stop it. She squeezed her eyes shut and crossed her legs as she leaned forwards into the handrail.
I have to pee so bad! Please! Please train, move!
Suddenly, the train jolted forwards, and Mai let out a loud squeak as she jammed both hands between her legs, holding back another leak from the shock of the train starting to move again. Still, despite the close call, Mai looked up with mild relief. If the train was moving again, that meant she would only need to hold it for another 15 minutes.
I can do this! I can make it!
As Mai continued to hold, however, her bladder continued getting more and more full, and with the pressure mounting, the signals weren’t coming in waves anymore. She was quickly reaching the height of her desperation. She could barely stand still, bouncing from foot to foot frantically as she tried anything to hold it. Every time the train jostled, it hit her bladder and she had to fight back leaks. Pressing her thighs together barely did anything anymore, and she was unable to stand upright at all.
Five minutes later, the train came to a stop at a station. Mai’s destination was one station away, but that would be another ten minutes of agony. Mai wasn’t about to make the same mistake twice. She didn’t have the confidence she could hold it that long anyway.
Mai rushed off the train, nearly barreling into other passengers as she rushed past. She danced around in place as she located a sign for the bathrooms, and made a mad dash towards them, holding herself shamelessly. However, luck was not on her side today, it seemed, because when she reached the bathrooms, once again there was a cleaning notice plastered in front of the door. If that weren’t enough, the bathrooms had been blocked off.
No! No no no! Please, I have to pee so bad!
Mai whirled around and tried to ask someone if there were any other bathrooms around. She didn’t care about appearances anymore. She called out to them, but they simply walked right past her. Mai’s eyes widened in realization. In her desperation, she had forgotten she was still outside of Fujisawa. She couldn’t be seen by people.
Mai rushed out of the station and tried to get her bearings, hopping from foot to foot as she fought against her body’s urges. However, she realized she was unfamiliar with this town. It was only one stop away from Fujisawa, but there didn’t appear to be anything of note here, so she likely just never had the need to visit.
More immediately detrimental to her, was that it was a small town and there didn’t look to be many public facilities located right outside the train station. Mai danced around desperately and bit her lip. She could feel all the urine inside of her, pushing out, trying to get her to let go. She was quickly reaching her limit.
I have to find somewhere to pee right now! I have to pee so bad! I can’t hold it any more!
With ragged breaths, she charged down the street, not caring about bumping into people who couldn’t see her anyway, and tried frantically to find somewhere, anywhere to go. She briefly considered simply squatting down behind an alleyway and letting it out. After all, no one could see her anyway, so it wasn’t like she was going to be seen by anyone. Her pride was one thing, but she had to pee like crazy right now.
Mai charged down one of the alleyways and went to reach up under her skirt to tear down her panties, but something didn’t feel right. She could see pedestrians walking by, glancing down the alleyway at her, or more accurately past her. Even though they couldn’t see her, it still felt awkward. Like she was being watched.
She couldn’t. Not here. She needed to find a proper bathroom.
She rushed back out onto the sidewalk and spotted a small clothing store. It was the first store she’d passed by, and even though clothing stores were often hit or miss when it came to whether they had restrooms, Mai was running out of options.
She ran inside and looked around, her eyes lighting up when she spotted a small restroom sign sitting in the corner with an arrow. Practically hobbling at this point, she made her way to the back and stopped in front of the restroom door.
Thank you thank you thank you!
Mai’s celebration was premature, however. She reached out and went to open the door, when the handle wouldn’t budge. She wrestled with it for a brief second, before noticing the sign on the door.
“Restroom door is kept locked for sanitary purposes. Please see cashier for key.”
Mai’s heart sunk and she nearly doubled over as another leak, long enough to be considered a spurt, escaped from her and soaked into her damp panties. Once she was sure she could walk without letting out any more, she slowly and desperately hobbled to the front desk, dreading what was coming.
“E-excuse me,” Mai tried, “Please, I have to use the restroom, can I have the key?”
Even standing there, squirming desperately as she had both hands jammed between her legs, unsubtly doubled over as she barely managed to hold it, the cashier didn’t notice her one bit.
“P-please no! Please see me! I have to pee so bad!” Mai begged, dropping all pretenses. She danced from foot to foot, “Please! Let me use your restroom!”
The man still didn’t notice her, and Mai wanted to cry.
Her bladder sent out another strong spasm, and Mai nearly lost it then and there. She leaked a couple times, barely managing to stop it. Suddenly, however, something caught the light of the sun filtering in through the storefront, and Mai looked down. On the counter in front of her, tucked behind a display for sunglasses, was a key.
Without hesitation, Mai grabbed the key and bolted to the back of the store. She let out a few leaks along the way, but she was uncaring. Relief would be hers as soon as she unlocked the door. She rushed over, grabbed the key, and tried to steady her trembling hand as she put it up to the keyhole in the door. She slid the key in all the way and tried to turn, hoping desperately to hear the click of the lock being undone.
The key didn’t turn. It wouldn’t budge no matter how much Mai tried to force it.
No! No no no no no! No please! Please open! Open!
Mai begged the door uselessly. No matter how much she tried to turn the key, the door remained locked. Another small leak escaped as Mai strugged, and she jammed both hands between her legs. Her panties were soaked through now, and any more leaks would dribble down her legs and onto the floor below.
What do I do? I’m at my limit! I’m going to wet myself!
One last thought remained in Mai’s mind. The alley. She had decided against it earlier, but now she was really all out of options. Whether she wanted to or not, she wasn’t going to be able to hold it until she found another bathroom.
Mai left the wrong key in the lock and charged out of the store at full speed. Her body couldn’t handle the shock of her running, and she let out a few small spurts. She had to jam her hands between her legs again just to stop herself from fully peeing, but she was still letting out small leaks. She danced around frantically, trying desperately to hold back the flood, but her bladder muscles were spent. Mai hobbled forwards, taking steps towards the alleyway. Trying desperately to fight back against her overfilled bladder. However, she couldn’t stop leaking, and every step she took she let a longer spurt.
One final spasm from her bladder, and Mai doubled over, letting out a shocked gasp. She jammed both hands between her legs even as she felt her bladder muscles give out. She jammed her fingers into her crotch, pressing tightly against her pee hole to try to stop the inevitable flow, but even as she tried hobbling forwards, she knew it was a moot point. She managed to stop one final spurt before pee exploded out of her. The high-pressure stream flowed straight through her saturated panties and through her fingers, splattering onto the sidewalk below.
No no no! Please stop please stop!
Mai tried to regain some semblance of control over her bladder, but she could barely slow the flow at this point. Her urine streamed down and pooled into a puddle that spread quickly across the pavement. Mai blushed as she watched people, unable to even notice it, splash through her own urine as they walked on by.
She couldn’t tell how long she had been peeing before the relief hit her, and she let out a loud moan involuntarily. Her face reddened as her breathing hitched, and she could feel her knees buckle underneath her. She staggered to the side and supported herself with the wall next to her, looking down as she watched her pee still steadily gushing out of her full force.
She looked around, blushing furiously, but even though she was wetting herself fully in front of countless pedestrians, none of them paid her any mind at all. She was relieved that no one could actually see her accident. If she had done this before her strange invisibility had kicked in, then she was sure people would be pulling out their phones and snapping embarrassing photos of her. “Sakurajima Mai, Child Star and Model, Caught Peeing Herself in Public.” She’d never live that down.
Finally her stream subsided, and then slowed to a trickle. Mai let out one final moan of relief before straightening herself upright and checking the damages. Somehow, her skirt had managed to stay mostly dry, though there were definitely a few wet spots on the front and the back. Nothing that wouldn’t dry on the walk back to Fujisawa, she hoped. Her panties, on the other hand, were an entirely different story. Mai blushed and slipped into the alleyway, looking around on instinct to make sure no one was watching her. She then lifted her hands underneath her skirt and slipped off her soaked panties.
She then took out a plastic bag from her handbag and placed the soaked garments into it. She didn’t particularly care about saving them, but if she left them in the alleyway, some creep might find them and keep them for perverted things. Mai didn’t want to have to think about that possibility.
She let out a sigh and blushed at the thought having to make it the rest of the way home without panties. Worse still, she wasn’t too far away from the edge of Fujisawa. Once she returned, people would actually be able to see her again. Still, her skirt was long enough that no one would see anything as long as she was careful, and it was much better than having to walk and possibly sit down on the train in wet panties.
Mai left the alleyway and tried to compose herself as much as possible. As she headed home, only one thought remained in her mind. She was eternally grateful that no one had seen her wet herself in public. |
Here's the second Mai commission by daveshuyi I mentioned in my first post! This one wasn't meant to be explicitly connected to the first story but nothing in the story contradicts continuity, so whether or not this takes place after the first story or they're completely separate is up to you. With that being said, here you go!
A Full Bladder and a Bedmate
Mai shuffled around in the hotel room’s bed, hyper aware of the warmth and weight sinking into the mattress next to her. She was turned away, so she couldn’t see him, but Sakuta was laying down next to her, tucked under the same covers. She could count the number of days they had known each other on one hand, and yet they were doing something as intimate as sharing a bed together.
Mai couldn’t calm down. There was no way she could calm down. She could feel her heart beating in her chest as she fought the heat rising on her cheeks. All she could think about was the fact that she, a girl in high school, was sharing a bed with a boy.
There were a number of things people assumed two people in that situation would get up to, and Mai was trying not to think too hard about any of them.
I’m so nervous… I don’t think I’m going to get any sleep tonight. Maybe Sakuta’s in the same position.
Mai was hesitant to roll over, so she listened to Sakuta’s rhythmic breathing. It was deep and relaxed, and would occasionally slip into a light snore. Turns out, he was out like a light. Not that Mai blamed him. He had been running himself ragged for her sake, and part of her felt really good about that, even though she felt that at first he was meddling in things he shouldn’t be.
I said some pretty harsh things to him. I mean, at the time I thought it was none of his business, and he didn’t understand the whole situation, but in the end he was only trying to help.
Mai tried to calm her breathing and relax. It would be best if she got at least a little sleep tonight. She’d been stressing out over her situation for a while, so she hadn’t been sleeping well lately. As she tried to shift into a more comfortable position, however, she shifted a little bit of weight onto her abdomen and felt a sudden pressure coming from her bladder.
Oh right, I forgot to use the bathroom before we went to bed. We’ve been running around all day, and I was so tired after getting out of the bath that we went straight to bed.
Mai was about to get up, when she suddenly heard Sakuta shift in his sleep. Her breath hitched in her throat, and she froze up, staying as still as possible. Her heart was beating fast, her breaths were uneven, and she could still feel the blush across her cheeks from the very idea of sleeping next to him. The last thing she wanted was for him to wake up and see how flustered she was.
It’s fine. I don’t have to go that bad. I’ll just hold it until he’s been asleep longer. Hopefully then I can get up without him waking up.
Mai ignored the signals from her full bladder as she once again tried to shuffle into a comfortable position. To alleviate some pressure, she rolled over onto her back and stared up at the ceiling, trying to breathe slowly and calm down.
This isn’t helping. I have to pee.
Mai shuffled her legs around and raised one slightly, pressing her thighs together. The bathroom was right over there, and all she’d have to do is get up and walk a few meters across the room. She could see the open door tempting her out of the corner of her eye, and she considered how bad it would be if she just got up and went.
I could get up and go. What’s the worst that’ll happen?
The answer, of course, would be that Sakuta would wake up and notice how flustered she was, then tease her about it. He had a particular talent for picking up on her weak points. He really didn’t seem fazed by any of her empty threats either, and he had a particularly good defense when it came to counterarguments.
Worse still, Sakuta was the kind of wannabe hero-type who’d probably opt to sleep on the floor if he thought that Mai was too embarrassed to share a bed with him. No, it wasn’t even about that. Mai didn’t want Sakuta to know that she thought of this as a big deal. She was his senpai. His senior. She shouldn’t be getting needlessly flustered over something so simple after offering it up herself.
Mai took in another deep breath, resolving to stay where she was until she was sure Sakuta would not wake up. She could feel the pressure in her bladder more acutely with each inhale. Her bladder was pretty full. She tried to remember the last time she went today, but she didn’t actually recall going any time after lunch. She held it in all day without realizing it.
No. Don’t think about that. I need to calm down and relax. Breathe. In and out. Slowly.
Mai closed her eyes and tried to slow her breath. She tried to clear her mind of the nagging pressure in her full bladder, as well as the thought of Sakuta sleeping right next to her. She tried to focus on something unrelated. Like bunnies. As you could imagine of someone who wore a bunny hairclip and even went as far as buying a bunnysuit, Mai was a fan of bunnies. She conjured up the image of a cute, white, fuzzy bunny with long ears, and tried to relax.
It actually worked. Her breathing slowed and she zoned out, focused only on her imagination as she lied there. She felt her shoulders relax and let out a tired yawn. Maybe she could get some sleep after all. She lowered her leg and sunk into the mattress, completely forgetting her full bladder.
That was, until she felt her bladder relax and a small spurt escape into her panties.
As fast as she could, without waking up Sakuta, she jammed a hand between her legs and bit her lips to stifle the gasp she almost let out. She pressed her fingers up against her crotch outside her pajamas and was mortified to feel a sizable wet patch had soaked through her panties and into the thin, breathable material. She blushed furiously and shuffled around, once again fully aware of her full bladder.
I can’t believe I leaked this much! I have to pee right now!
Mai tried to shuffle out of the bed as quietly as possible, but then she heard Sakuta’s snoring stop. She once again froze in place, still lying down, as she heard him turn over in his sleep. He was now facing her, and if she were to disturb his sleep, he’d instantly see her, hand jammed between her legs with a wet spot on her pajama pants.
Don’t be such a light sleeper, Sakuta!
Mai’s pleas went unanswered and she realized that she would have to wait for her pajama pants to dry before she could get up. To make matters worse, the dampness made her clothes cling to her crotch, and the warm wetness only heightened her desperation. She shuffled her legs as quietly as she could, trying not to shake the mattress as she struggled.
Minutes ticked by, and Mai’s desperation remained at the forefront of her mind. She didn’t have anything to distract herself, so all she could feel was the fullness bulging out and causing an uncomfortable pressure that she couldn’t ignore. Sakuta had stopped snoring completely at this point, and Mai wasn’t willing to risk getting up. She still felt the wet patch between her legs, which was cooling down and making her feel even more uncomfortable.
This is awful! I hope it dries off soon so I can finally pee.
A wave of desperation struck Mai, and she curled up on her side, pressing both hands between her legs and shaking her legs as she tried to hold it in. Tears stung the corners of her eyes as she glared at the clock like that would make time go by faster.
Naturally, it didn’t. The minutes ticked by agonizingly slowly as Mai held it in. The fact that she had been holding it all day was hitting her hard and fast. She hadn’t even felt it before, perhaps because she had been so preoccupied, but now it was hitting her all at once. Her bladder was screaming at her to let it out, and all she could think about was how badly she had to pee.
Fifteen minutes ticked by and Mai finally started feeling her pajama pants drying off. They were still damp and she was still worried they’d show off a wet spot, but at the very least she wouldn’t have to wait much longer.
I have to pee I have to pee I have to pee. I should’ve gone after I took a bath!
Thinking about water didn’t help either, and she had to clamp down on her crotch with both hands to fight the desperation that came with it. Her breathing was ragged and the sheets felt stiflingly hot as she laid there, trying to hold it in the last few minutes it would take her pajamas to dry.
Dry faster! Please dry faster!
She squeezed her eyes shut as she tried to shuffle her legs, holding it as best as she could lying down. Her bladder felt like a rock in her abdomen, and the pressure was almost painful. She just wanted to rush to the bathroom, rip down her pants and panties, and pee unabashedly into the toilet. If she were on her own, she would’ve done that ages ago, but as the situation stood, she could only lay in agony as she held on, desperate not to wake Sakuta or give away her situation.
The image of her peeing full-force into the toilet bowl popped up in her mind, and even after opening her mind and trying to clear the thought from her head, it was all she could picture. Her bladder begged her to make it a reality, and she felt the control of her muscles slack.
No! No no no no no! I’m not going to leak again!
Mai clamped her thighs together and squeezed down hard, trying hard to stop the leak she felt coming. Unfortunately for her, it was too little too late, and she leaked into her panties again. It was a smaller leak than last time, but her already damp pajamas hadn’t dried off completely, so she was essentially back to square one. The leak had revitalized the warm, wet patch that she had been desperately waiting to dry.
I was so close! I have to pee so bad! I… I have to go, it doesn’t matter if Sakuta sees it, I can’t hold it!
Mai resolved to get up, and she shifted her weight, ready to bolt out of the bed and rush to the bathroom. Unfortunately, this put undue pressure on her bladder, and she leaked again. She clamped down and managed to stop it, but she had just made the wet spot worse, and now part of it had soaked through onto the sheets beneath her. She ran her hand across the sheets with dread, feeling a small, coin-sized wet patch on the sheets.
Now, even if she rushed to the bathroom without Sakuta seeing her, she’d leave behind visible evidence of her small accident. Or worse, he’d assume it was something a lot more embarrassing. Actually, given how openly perverted he could be, he was more likely to assume it was something a lot more embarrassing.
There was no way she could get up now. Not with the chance that Sakuta would wake up and see that. The only problem was that she was reaching her limit. Her bladder was very full and she could feel the bulge pressing out against her baggy pajama top. The warmth and wetness between her legs also did nothing to mitigate her desperation. The wet patch was now larger, so she could feel her pants clinging to the upper parts of her thighs. The uncomfortable wetness clung to her skin and served as a constant reminder of how badly she needed to pee.
I need to hold it. No matter what, I need to hold it. There’s no way I can risk Sakuta waking up and seeing the wet spot on the mattress!
Mai’s resolve was strong, but her bladder was fighting against her. Even lying down, she could barely keep her legs still as her desperation swelled inside of her. The incredible pressure in her abdomen was accompanied by a dull ache as her bladder was stretched out from the urine inside it. No matter how she shifted or moved, she couldn’t find a comfortable position that didn’t make her bladder scream for release.
Mai bit down on her lip as her legs shook in desperation. Even if she could relax even the slightest bit, which seemed downright impossible, if she fell asleep now, she’d wet herself for sure. Her eyes stung from lack of sleep and would probably look bloodshot in the morning, but right now that was the least of her worries.
Gotta pee gotta pee gotta pee gotta pee gotta pee!
Mai was trying to be conscientious enough not to shake the bed with her desperate squirming, but rubbing her legs together and shaking was all she could do not to wet herself on the spot. She wasn’t sure how much longer it would take for the wet spot to dry, but she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold out for very long.
The harder she clamped down on her crotch, the more conscious she became of the now-cold, damp patch that was there. She figured it would dry off faster if she aired it out rather than clamping both hands down on it, but there was no way she could get away with that without immediately wetting the bed. She briefly considered shoving her hands underneath her pajama pants, so she could both dry them off faster while also holding herself, but there was no way she was about to do that next to Sakuta, even if he was still asleep.
I have to pee so bad! I can’t take this. Please dry off! Please please please dry!
Mai glanced over at the clock. It had been an hour since they had gone to bed. The last time Mai remembered going to the bathroom was right before she met up with Sakuta, which had been this afternoon. Inadvertently, she had been holding it for over twelve hours now.
Just the very thought made Mai’s desperation skyrocket, and she curled into a fetal position, hands pressed against her crotch as she squeezed her thighs together and fought back the flood. Every time she moved or tried to shift positions, she felt her taxed bladder shift inside of her. She rubbed one hand over it and felt the distended bulge. It wasn’t super noticeable, but she could feel it, pressing out hard and aching with a day’s worth of urine built up inside it.
It spasmed again and Mai had to hold back a surprised gasp as a strong surge of desperation washed over her. She froze up, shaking in the effort to hold back all the pee inside of her. If she leaked again at this point, she was positive she wouldn’t be able to hold it in long enough to let yet another wet patch dry.
I can’t leak! I absolutely can’t leak!
She could feel her bladder muscles relax and the pressure trying to force the flood of urine out of her. She clamped down even harder as a few drops escaped, but she managed to prevent another disastrous leak. She moved her hand over the crotch of her pants and the wet spot on the sheets and cursed mentally when she felt they were still damp. Part of her was telling her to forget waiting for the wet patch to dry and run to the bathroom before she seriously wet herself. Yet the stubborn part of her knew that if she could just hold it a few more minutes, the sheets would be dry and she could run to the bathroom without embarrassment.
I can hold it I can hold it I can hold it I can hold it!
Mai sat there in agony, breaths ragged as she fought against her body’s urges. Sweat rolled down her forehead and onto the pillow she was resting on as she shook and trembled. She stared at the clock, staring at the digital display which seemed to be at a stand-still. She kept checking the damp patches on both her legs and the sheets below her, hoping that she’ll run her fingers across them and barely feel any moisture, but it seemed that no matter how many times she checked, they were still damp.
I need to pee! I want to go to the toilet! It’s right there. Hurry up and dry, I can’t hold it anymore!
A few long, agonizing minutes later, and Mai ran her hand across the sheets one last time. She breathed a quick sigh of relief upon feeling they were dry, and not a moment too soon. She was at her limit.
Somehow, I made it.
However, now was the task of trying to get up out of the bed, a daunting task considering she had to pee so bad she was practically shaking in place, curled up in on herself. She tried to tentatively lower her legs at the same time, but the shift in pressure shot through her immediately and she froze up.
This is bad! I can’t move. If I move, I’ll definitely pee. It’ll definitely come out! What should I do?
She was now fighting a losing battle. She couldn’t move from her position without wetting herself, but she was already at her limit. It wasn’t like she could hold it and wait for a wave of desperation to pass. She was already at the peak of her desperation, and the only thing that would relieve it would be letting all the urine inside her out.
I have to go. I have to go right now. I can’t wait anymore. Even if I leak a little, I don’t care anymore. It’s better than wetting the bed!
Mai uncurled her legs all at once and tensed herself for the inevitable wave of desperation. It hit her hard and strong, and she nearly let out a gasp as she fought to hold it in. It felt like all of her pee slammed against her bladder’s weakened muscles at once. She squeezed her thighs together as she pressed down over her aching pee hole, trying more than anything to hold it in.
No no no! It’s coming out!
Despite her best efforts, her taxed bladder was all but spent. A spurt escaped out from between her fingers and streamed down, soaking through her pajama’s crotch and streaming down her left thigh. Her whole body tensed as she tried desperately to stop it, and she managed to slow the flow to a few drops. But she could still feel pee trickling out of her. She tried to twist and squirm around to stop the flow, but no matter what she did, her body would not cooperate.
Still, she defiantly held back, even as her bladder spasmed gain and forced another long leak out of her. Her hands were soaked in her own urine, her pants were becoming increasingly wet, and the sheets beneath her were soaking up the rest. She could feel a distinct wet spot on the bed underneath her butt, and sitting in the warm wetness did nothing to help mitigate her desperation. Despite having leaked a lot already, Mai’s full bladder still screamed at her to let the flood out, and with one final spasm, she felt the rest of her strength give out.
I can’t believe it, I’m going to wet the bed right next to Sakuta!
She tried in vain one last time to hold it in before the leaking dam broke fully. All she could do was strain to slow the flow so it wasn’t hissing out of her at full-force, but a steady flow streamed out from between her legs. She could feel it soak into the sheets below and spread out, following the indent her body was making in the sheets and mattress. It started soaking up into the lower parts of her pajamas and flowing up around her upper thighs and hips.
She felt the warm wetness seep into her clothes and cling to her skin as she continued to wet the bed. She was terrified of the thought of her puddle growing large enough to reach Sakuta, but luckily enough it felt like the mattress was soaking up most of it.
The blissful relief finally hit her, washing over her as her aching bladder finally emptied itself, and for the briefest of moments she completely forgot the situation she was in. All she could feel was the heavenly sensation of letting a day’s worth of pee flow freely out of her and the odd warmth of the pee pooling on the sheets beneath her and wrapping her with it’s warmth.
She held back a moan of utter relief as she finished peeing, her flow slowing to a trickle, then to a few drops, then stopping completely. She stayed perfectly still, caught in a daze of post-desperation bliss, her breaths ragged as she felt her chest rise and fall.
Suddenly, however, it all came crashing back down, and she realized what had happened. She had wet the bed. Well, it wasn’t exactly a proper bed wetting, since she had been awake, but the fact remained that she had wet herself on the mattress, and now pee was soaking through her panties, her pajamas, and the sheets beneath her. Not only that, but Sakuta was sleeping right next to her, blissfully unaware of what had just happened.
Sakuta’s snoring stopped and he rolled over in the bed, and Mai’s heart jumped into her throat. She half-expected him to wake up, then noticed that she had wet herself, but after a few moments, his snoring resumed and he muttered something in his sleep. Mai wasn’t sure how she was going to handle this situation, but she was grateful that he hadn’t woken up just yet. She was sure about one thing now, though.
Sleeping next to Sakuta is no big deal compared to how embarrassed I am right now! |
A Weekend Apart
Jadian was laying on his bed with his earphones in listening to music while sipping a soda. He was waiting for a FaceTime call from Nico. Nico and his family left for vacation the day after their first date. While It was hard for Jadian for them to be apart already he took comfort in the fact he was wearing Nico’s light blue briefs. In fact, he hasn't taken them off since last night when Nico gave him them after his accident.
He closed his eyes at the thought of his accident. How could I have been so dumd he thought I just wanted to show off to my boyfriend that definitely isn't worth an accident and it definitely didn't show off anything. He felt tears form in his eyes as he heard his phone buzz, his heart speed up as he thought it was Nico but it was a text from his mom ”Hey, I'm going to the store. Need anything?” Jadian thought for a second then said ”Just new underwear, white Calvin Klein briefs” his mom responded ”Okay, will get. Love you” but was confused why her son now wanted briefs and not trunks. Jadian smiled as he read that and took another sip of his soda.
Jadian decided to scroll though Facebook while waiting for Nico to call. Jadian changed positions on his bed as he felt a tingle in his bladder and was about to get up and go to the bathroom but right then Nico FaceTime him so he ignored his bladder and answered it. “Hey cutie” Jadian said as he answered it and went to sit on a comfy leather gaming chair in his room.
Nico smiled and blushed when he saw his boyfriend and heard him call him cutie. “Hey, what’s up Hottie”, Jadian smiles as his boyfriend talked “Just sitting here in my leather gaming chair talking to you. What's you up to?” Nico responded ”Nothing much, just got ready for bed and now I'm just laying in bed.” ”Guess what I’m wearing”Jadian asked Nico with a smile. Nico said “what” and smiled and Jadian then showed Nico he was in only his light blue briefs and a black t shirt. “That’s so hot but is that a dry pee stain?” Jadian said “yes, you know I have trouble sometimes” Nico sighed “I know and it’s fine, it happens to the best of us”.
Jadian changed the FaceTime screen back to his face and crossed his legs and since he was a little cold in just Nico’s briefs he put a blanket over him. “It does but I do it a lot” Nico frowned when he heard Jadian say that, “yes you do, but that’s what makes you you”, Jadian smiles when he heard this “I guess your right Neeks”. Nico smiled at Jadian ”of course I'm right”.
Jadian felt another tingle in his bladder but since he was on the phone with Nico he didn't want to interrupt it for something like this, epically since it wasn't urgent yet. Plus Jadian was getting hard since he was staring at Nico’s shirtless body since Nico was in only PJ bottoms and briefs, and he knew it was almost impossible to pee hard.
So they kept talking. They talked about there day and what they did. Nico told Jadian all about his vacation and about the hotel suite his family was staying at. Nico then told Jadian about his and his family plans for the next few days and ended it with saying wish you were here with me to Jadian.
Jadian’s bladder now was sending him frequent signals it needed to be empty, but since Nico was still on the phone Jadian ignored them and just crossed his leg tighter. Jadian didn’t want to do to much to hold it in fear Nico might find out and tell him to go.
That’s when Jadian felt a leak wet his light blue briefs, he didn’t know what gave it away but Nico seemed to know exactly what happened. “Jadian, did you just leak”? Jadian turned bright red as he heard Nico ask this, “leak? What you mean?”. Nico sighed again, “hey baby it’s okay if you did, just please tell me”. Jadian thought about telling Nico but finally decided against it. ”I'm not sure what you mean Neeks”. Nico just rolled his eyes, ”Jadian can you show me your briefs again please”?
Jadian panicked knowing the wet spot may show but was relieved it didn't show when his legs were crossed. So he turned the camera to his briefs and crossed legs and removed the blanket so Nico could see them.
Nico study them and saw they were dry but do to Jadian’s legs bring crossed he couldn't completely tell. ”Can you uncross your legs baby”? Jadian panicked at first but then remembered Nico said it was okay and plus saw him have plenty of accidents already, what would a small leak do? So he uncrossed his legs revealing the wet spot. But uncrossing his legs caused another leak and then another. Jadian turned red again and grabbed his crotch, knowing Nico already saw it happen so no point in hiding it now. But it was to late, Jadian was peeing himself sitting in his leather gaming chair, and having yet another accident in front of Nico.
Nico watched as his boyfriend peed his old light blue briefs. Pee flooded out of him with a loud “hiss” and soaked his light blue briefs turning the fabric almost dark blue. Pee pooled under him in his leather gaming chair and when it had enough, pee dripped on the carpet below.
Jadian couldn’t believe it, he had just wet his pants in front of his boyfriend again. He felt as pee pooled under him wetting his butt then heard as it dripped to the carpet below, wetting his feet. All while watching his briefs get soaked with pee.
Jadian felt tears form in his eyes as he peed and when he finally finished begin to cry. ”Don’t cry, it happens to us all” Nico said trying to comfort his boyfriend. Jadian nodded but couldn't help but to keep crying. Nico kept comforting Jadian and eventually he was able to stop crying.
Jadian wiped his eyes and that's when he heard a knock at his door. It was his mom, ”Jadian I got what you asked for, I'm coming in”. Jadian quickly crosses his legs tightly and threw the blanket back over him to hide his accident from his mom.
His mom opened his door and walked in right as the blanket settled on Jadian. ”How are you Mrs. Balliol?” Jadian’s mom threw the bag of two six packs of white Calvin Klein briefs onto Jadian’s bed, “Oh is that you Nico? I didn’t realize you were on the phone, I’ll leave you two alone to talk about basketball or whatever” she said with a laugh. She went to walk away but that’s when she smelt it, the stench of urine. She stopped in her tracks and took in another sniff just to be sure.
Jadian’s heart fell as he knew what his mom smelt. She turned around and marched up to Jadian and ripped the blanket off him. She couldn’t believe it her teenage son had just wet himself sitting in his room on the phone with a friend, and while only in briefs.
After a while she woke up from staring at Jadian’s soaked briefs and walked over to his bed. She got out a pack of briefs and opened them, “Jadian end the call and take a shower” she said as she handed him a clean pair of briefs.
Jadian said goodbye to Nico and did as he was told. When he went to get up his mom asked “Why do you wear briefs all a sudden”? Jadian turned red “Well after that one basketball game, Nico gave me a extra pair he had to change into and I liked them so why not”. Jadian’s mom took this in with a smile “Nico must be a great friend”. Jadian turned even reder at hearing this, “Well, about that mom, Nico is not only my friend, he is my... um boyfriend” Jadian said that while kinda shaking with nerves. Jadian’s mom turned to him and hugged him “I figured that but I didn’t want to assume so I didn’t say anything, but it’s okay and makes a lot more sense” she said as she squeezed him “Now go take a shower and clean up from your accident”. |
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It was currently a bright and sunny day, with only a few dark clouds on the horizon. Agitha had decided to go for her usual stroll and picnic with the bugs, determining that the far off clouds were nothing to worry about. Agitha, the self proclaimed Princess of the Insect Kingdom, wore her usual attire, consisting of a cute blue and white dress adorned with pink butterflies, large hoopskirt, white thigh-high stockings, wedge shoes, and her cutsie butterfly wings affixed to her back.
Once Agitha reached her favorite spot, amongst the flowers, she set out her blanket, and set up her parasol umbrella. She drank her tea, and munched on biscuits and jam, offering some to the insects who were marching towards her picnic basket. "Hello there, Mr. Ant, would you like some biscuits and jam?" She said sweetly, as she broke off some crumbles, and gingerly offered them down towards the ant. She continued this behavior for a couple more hours as she sipped tea, picked flowers, admired the bugs, and enjoyed the warm sunlight....until the sunlight began to dim...
"Oh no!" thought Agitha, "getting late out already?!" She looked up at the sky and saw that it was not the time of day causing the sunlight to fade, but the weather. The dark clouds that had been so far off had now come rolling in over Hyrule field. "Just a little rain out, nothing really to worry about." Agitha said aloud, a little nervously. Just as she said this, the unmistakable crack of lightening, followed by the rolling boom of thunder could be heard in the not so far distance. Agitha's knees instinctively buckled at the sound and she felt the sinking feeling of fear settle into the pit of her stomach. She was deathly afraid of thunder, it unnerved her so. Weighing her options for a moment, Agitha quickly packed up her picnic, deciding that she had best make it back to Castle Town.
Agitha had barely started her return journey, when rain drops began to pelt the ground. She quickened her stride at this, but as is often the nature of storms, the rain quickly shifted into a downpour in a matter of seconds. Agitha's small canvas parasol was made to protect the user from harsh rays of sunlight, not heavy rain. Since her Parasol was doing her little good, Agitha quickly ran towards a large, lone oak tree. Another deafening thunder crash made Agitha squeal with fear and sprint towards the tree as fast as her little pigeon toes would carry her. She was on the verge of tears by the time she reached the tree, both from fear of the thunder, and being upset that her pretty dress was being rained on.
Surprisingly, Agitha felt a little safer now that she had reached the tree. Pausing now, she realized something that she hadn't before, she had to pee! Oftentimes, fear will quickly bring on the need to urinate, and Agitha was quite frightened from the loud thunder, not to mention all of the tea she had drank. She put one hand between her legs to reassure her girl-parts, and held her parasol over her head with the other. The wide boughs of the oak tree coupled with the parasol to mostly shelter her from the rain.
Agitha sat like this for nearly an hour, until the storm began to worsen, as well as the growing situation in her bladder. She was beginning to worry that she might actually have an accident and wet her panties. "I can't have an accident, I'm ten years old, almost eleven! I'm a big girl now, girls my age don't have accidents, especially not a Princess!" She thought to herself. But she had to do something, the storm was only getting worse, and it was looking like there would be no way that she could wait out the storm without having an accident. Perhaps she could just lift her skirts and pee in the grass here, she had pondered, but decided that it just wouldn't be becoming of a Princess, and what if someone saw her?! Travelers frequented this road, she just couldn't bring herself to do it.
While Agitha was sitting there, weighing her options, the wind picked up violently. The stormy updrafts blew her parasol inside out, rendering it useless. As well, the wind was now causing the rain to blow in from all angles, the tree now offered much less protection than before. After a good ten minutes of this, Agitha's outer clothes were now fairly wet, the thunder had also picked back up again. Between the soaking rain, the terrifying thunder, and her own restroom desperation, Agitha began to cry. The rain was starting to chill her as it soaked through her clothes, she felt so cold, alone and helpless. Had anyone been passing by, they surely would have pitied her, poor Agitha was quite a sight, her blonde pigtails now hung limp at the sides of her head, makeup streaming down from around her teary eyes, soaking wet dress, and her small frame convulsing slightly as she cried, hugging her knees to her chest.
"What am I going to do?!" Agitha cried inwardly, "I'm so scared, I can't leave...but I have to go so badly!" Suddenly, a particularly loud thunder crash boomed overhead. Agitha's involuntary squeal of terror was completely drowned out over the sound of the thunder. Agitha quickly thrust both hands between her legs, the brief moment of terror had caused her muscles to release a small squirt of urine into her white panties. Agitha cringed at the feeling, this was one of the few parts of her body that hadn't been completely drenched by the rain, and now she had a small wet spot in her panties. She was now begining to rethink her apprehensions about lifting her skirts to pee out here, she was barely able to hold on at this point, straining every muscle in her lower body to hold the floodgates closed. It was getting so bad at this point, that she had slid both of her hands up under her now deformed and floppy hoopskirt, so that she could better grip her girlhood.
Agitha's reconsiderations were interrupted as a very long, continuous barrage of thunder and lightening started. The maelstrom lasted for nearly a full minute, during this time, Agitha was completely frozen with fear. As she sat there, on her knees, her muscles began to release from the fear she was experiencing. Powerful streams of urine were now spurting through Agitha's panties, she didn't even realize what she was doing until she felt the warmth flowing between her fingers. She cried out in desperation, gripping herself even harder, but this only made her pee even more than before. The horrible barrage of thunder and lightening was now abating, but Agitha was still too shaken up to regain control of her body, she just could not stop the urine from coming out of her bladder. Her pee was now pooling her her hands, which were still tightly grasping her girl parts, her pee was also streaming down her legs, leaving wide yellow streaks in her stockings. A large pee puddle was forming in the rain soaked grass beneath her, there had been too much rain for the earth to absorb her obscenely large volume of urine.
Completely defeated, and crying hysterically, Agitha sank from her knees, down onto her butt, sitting in her own puddle. She sat like this for awhile, as the rain gradually began to let up. Once she had cried her eyes out, Agitha slowly got to her feet, this caused the urine she had been sitting in to now drip all down her fully extended legs. Her face turned red in shame as she felt this, and was now able to see the large puddle beneath her. The rain was only a drizzle now, and the thunderstorm had completely subsided, so Agitha mechanically gathered up her ruined parasol and picnic basket, and began the slow trudge back towards Castle Town.
Fortunately there were not many people out in the streets, but Agitha still felt great shame from the few people who did see her. It was not becoming for a Princess to be wandering about in weather ruined clothes, and oh how she prayed that no one could see the yellow stains trailing down her white stockings. Tears of humiliation were running down her face as she made her way through town to her, "castle." Once she was finally inside, Agitha stripped off her garments, and washed up at her water basin. She then changed into dry underclothes, a fresh pair of panties, some dry stockings, and a crop corset. Agitha then crawled into bed, curled up under the covers, and cried herself to sleep.
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High Meme-Overlord |
This is an MCU fanfic written as a commission. It's set in an alternative timeline where Thanos's invasion and the snap doesn't happen, and it's a few years after Black Panther, so Shuri is an adult. Enjoy!
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There weren't many restaurants in New York that could comfortably seat a party of sixteen adults around one table, but Le Désespoir was one of them. Tucked away just south of what had once been been Stark Tower, it was the kind of place that was always packed- and this Saturday afternoon was no different. Every table was rammed full of customers, all eager to try some of the most coveted food in the city. Hundreds of diners crowded the eatery, buzzing with conversation. The women, gathered socially to celebrate Pepper Potts' birthday, weren't all huge fans of busy restaurants. But it was a favourite of Miss Potts, who was the perfect host as one of the few locals present, and so they had booked for lunch at Le Dés.
As three 'o' clock ticked around, the group were finishing their entrées around the biggest table available, which was spread across much of the back of the room. Pepper herself sat at one end, sipping red wine in a wine-red dress. To her left, Hope van Dyne was deep in conversation about technology with Shuri, who was waving her arms animatedly as a wide-eyed Mantis listened in. Opposite, meanwhile, Carol Danvers was smirking at some joke she'd just heard from Valkyrie, who seemed to be sitting a little closer than her chair had been when they arrived. Neither noticed the watchful eye of Okoye, who was sitting quietly, observantly, watching the meal unfold and speaking only occasionally.
Maria Hill was also more than a little quiet, content to simply take in the more flamboyant personalities around her. The S.H.I.E.L.D agents (not that any of them looked much like agents in their casual getup) she'd invited with Pepper's permission weren't quite so passive; Melinda May and Daisy Johnson were engrossed in some chat while Jemma Simmons explained a joke to a baffled Nebula. Gamora was sitting across from her sister, making polite conversation with Peggy Carter- neither of them understood much about 21st Century American life, so they had plenty to talk about. Completing the scene was Wanda Maximoff- who, in jeans and a red hoodie, clearly hadn't gotten the 'dress smart' memo- and Natasha Romanoff, who sat all the way opposite Pepper, looking formidable as always.
The meal had been wonderful, if expensive- but no sooner had the dessert orders been taken than things started to go wrong. Mantis, who was still absolutely fascinated by Shuri's explanations of Wakandan science, began to feel something strange in her stomach. This was more than odd for Mantis, who was used to strange feelings, but not when she wasn't touching anyone. This sensation wasn't unlike that of reading Peter Quill- dark, heavy, like a storm brewing. But he was nowhere to be seen. This feeling was coming from... inside of her. It pulled her focus away from the conversation, and she turned to Nebula, one of the few people around the table whom she knew well.
"I feel strange," she said quietly, hoping nobody else around the table could hear. She preferred to stay away from the centre of attention.
"Strange? How so?" Nebula asked, puzzled.
"In my stomach. It feels heavy," she clarified.
"Yes, I feel it too. I do no know why. I will ask Gamora," Nebula decided, turning to her ivy-skinned sister. "Sister, Nebula and I are experiencing strange feelings in our stomachs. Do you know the cause of this?"
Gamora looked concerned. "Yeah, I have that too. I thought it was just me. God, I don't know if that's worrying or reassuring," she muttered.
"What does it mean?" Mantis asked curiously.
"I assumed I just ate too much, but if you feel it too it's probably food poisoning," she took one look at Mantis's confused stare and added, "it means you're gonna need to go to the bathroom soon, and a lot, and it's not gonna be fun".
"Well, let's go!" Mantis said, starting to get to her feet, but Gamora quickly stopped her.
"We're the only three here any of us know well, and I feel like some people still don't trust us yet," she explained, "It will look suspicious if we all go to the bathroom together. Let's try and figure out if anyone else is feeling it too".
Nebula had never been an expert at reading emotions, but even a quick scan across the table was enough for her to deduce that they were not the only ones feeling off. Natasha looked tight-lipped and distracted, Valkyrie and Carol had stopped their flirtatious back-and-forth and Jemma was nervously sipping her water. Even Okoye was clearly uncomfortable- the usually emotionless warrior was shifting in her seat. Just as Nebula was about to say that she didn't think it was just them feeling ill, a noise came from her right, sounding like something she'd heard from Peter and Drax hundreds of times- a fart. Immediately, almost every head around the table whipped around to look at the area where the sound had originated. Although Nebula and Mantis weren't close enough to know who exactly was the guilty party, it was clear from a glance what the source had been. Hope and Pepper were staring directly at young Shuri, who looked mortified.
"I moved my chair," she babbled quickly, knowing nobody was buying it, "it must've rubbed against the floor".
"On a carpet?" Carol asked, raising an eyebrow, but Valkyrie shushed her lovingly.
"Better out than in," the Asgardian said, "where I come from, farting is respected. It means you ate well". At the other end, the S.H.I.E.L.D agents were craning their necks to figure out what had happened. Helpfully, Carol offered an explanation.
"Shuri farted," she told them.
"I didn't," the teenager began to say, but quickly gave up- she knew that everyone had heard it. Five metres away, though, May leant in towards Daisy and spoke in a hushed voice.
"That reminds me- I have to use the bathroom before the desert comes. Watch my drink?"
"Sure, but can't it wait until the meal finishes?"
"No, sorry, I think I ate something bad. I really have to go," May said quickly, getting up from her seat. As she started to move, she was interrupted by Peggy, who looked anxious about something.
"Sorry, I couldn't help overhearing- did you say you ate something bad?" the Englishwoman said.
"Yeah, feels like my stomach is cramping- why?"
"I'll come too," Peggy said, blushing, "I feel the same".
Next to her, Gamora had overheard the entire exchange. That meant that herself, Nebula, Mantis, Peggy and May all needed to use the bathroom, and likely Shuri too, from the wet sound of that fart. Something needed to be said by someone, and since she was the only one who seemed to have pieced it all together so far, it might as well be Gamora. She cleared her throat, brushed her dark hair away from her face and spoke up.
"Okay, everyone, I know this is a bit of a personal question, but does anyone else need to go to the bathroom?" she said, hoping she wasn't imagining things. But the dozen concerned looks she was met with told her that she had been right- they were all feeling it.
"I do," said Wanda from the end of the table. Beside her, Natasha nodded in agreement.
"Yes, me too," said Shuri, to nobody's surprise.
"And me," Maria confessed. There was a shocked silence settling over the group. Through the quiet, everyone could hear Pepper Potts' stomach grumble loudly. It sounded like a sound effect from some kind of movie, but the panic in her eyes told Gamora that it was very, very real. Pepper placed one hand on her disquiet belly.
"I have to go too," she whispered, looking straight at Gamora, "which means..."
"Food poisoning?" Gamora asked.
"Food poisoning," Pepper agreed.
"What does that mean?" Nebula said, her voice weak. Her voice was rarely anything even approaching weak, but she was deeply uneasy, and the feeling in her body was growing stronger by the second. The stench of Shuri's fart was still in the air.
"It means we're in trouble," said Natasha simply.
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"Alright, let's not panic," Pepper said, taking charge as hostess, "We'll be fine if we organise this". She looked around the table, trying to assess the damage so far. "Now obviously, we can't all go to the bathroom at the same time. So whoever's most in need can go first and the rest of us will wait here". Some of the women nodded at this, but Wanda spoke up.
"How are we supposed to decide who is most in need?" she pointed out. This had Pepper stumped for a few seconds, but she came back with the best idea she could think of.
"It's only fair that I stay here," she said, even though her stomach was telling her she couldn't afford to wait, "as the hostess. And I'm sure a few others can hold it for another fifteen minutes"."
"I'll wait too," said Natasha, "any spy worth their salt can hold it for at least a little while".
"Do we get to go sooner if we have to pee as well?" Shuri asked shyly.
"Yeah, actually, I'd like to get in on that," Maria said, squirming slightly in her seat, "I drank a lot of wine with lunch".
Pepper sighed. "Sure, okay, that sounds fair, although I have to pee too. Whatever, I'll stay here. Shuri, Maria, you go with Peggy and May to the bathroom".
"Actually, I'm gonna go too," Carol announced, pushing her chair away from the table, "I'm getting desperate and I really don't wanna shit in this dress". Valkyrie tugged her back, though, and was met with a shocked expression from Carol.
"If I'm staying here you have to as well," the Asgardian ordered, "it'll be fun, I promise". Carol didn't look happy about this at all, but sat back down. Jemma took that as her signal to rise from her seat as well.
"I'll go with them too, if that's alright," she said shyly. Her thighs were locked together- clearly she had to use the bathroom pretty badly, but she looked determined to appear composed. Pepper knew that the agent was more reserved than some of the others around the table, so she nodded her consent. Blushing, Jemma turned to Daisy, the only person still seated who she felt truly comfortable around. "Come with me, Daisy?"
"No, it's okay," Daisy said, "I don't have to go that bad, and I peed, like, an hour ago". But the look in Jemma's eyes made it clear that she was asking Daisy to come because she needed someone to talk to, so she got to her feet and joined the others. The last to speak up was Nebula.
"I would also like to go to the bathroom. I don't feel good. Mantis can come with me," she offered, standing with her legs firmly crossed. Nebula may not have had food poisoning before, but she knew how it felt to need to pee, and right now she needed to pee badly. The blue-skinned woman turned to Gamora. "I need to urinate and defecate very soon. You can come with us, sister," she seemed utterly unaware that her language was bewildering the others in the room.
Gamora, for her part, sorely wanted to take up Nebula's offer. The urge to poop had grown very powerful very quickly, as was always the way when she got food poisoning. Within minutes, she had gone from feeling great to being in dire need of a toilet- and she suspected that everyone else felt the same. But she was supposed to be the greatest warrior in the galaxy, one of the most skilled fighters and sharpest minds alive. She must not disappoint the others. If humans with no powers like Pepper Potts and Black Widow could hold it, so could she. She forced a fake smile for her sister and friend, hoping nobody heard a small, hot fart slip out between her green cheeks as she spoke.
"Don't worry about me, sister, I'll hold it in with the others".
From her seat, Okoye watched as Shuri, Nebula, Mantis and the five S.H.I.E.L.D. agents made a beeline for the bathroom. She knew that she should go too to keep an eye on the princess, but if she got up there would be a chance that her actions could be misinterpreted as a need to use the toilet. Well... Okoye did need to use the toilet- in fact, she was desperate- but there was no chance she would show it to anyone else. Displaying that kind of weakness was absolutely unacceptable. Throughout her hundreds of hours spent guarding the king, she had no room to appear weak. There had been plenty of times when she'd almost had an accident, and once she had been forced to urinate in her armour, but nobody had ever found out and she was hellbent on keeping it that way. So Okoye stayed, along with Potts, the Asgardian, the green lady and the four 'heroes'- the famous Captain Marvel, Black Widow, Wasp and Scarlet Witch.
Well, Okoye thought grimly as her stomach gurgled and a fart tried to force its way out of her tightly-clenched bottom, let's see how good our control really is.
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There was only one women's bathroom in the restaurant, a small room with a single toilet that sat hidden in one corner. When Maria Hill reached for the door, one hand massaging her aching stomach, she already knew it was going to be locked. One small jerk of the handle, which barely moved, confirmed her suspicions and she turned to May, who was hot on her heels.
"Locked," she said exasperatedly. May swore out loud, then turned to pass the message on to the rest of the women. For her part, Agent Hill had never felt so out of control. In her time as one of Nick Fury's most trusted colleagues, Maria had grown accustomed to being in charge of people and knowing exactly what was going on. And yet here she was, with no idea whether she would get on that toilet before she lost her grip on her bladder, bowels or both. Behind May, who was barely maintaining the facade of composure, Shuri was squirming restlessly in some urgent potty-dance. The Wakandan looked even more un-princesslike than ever, with one palm jammed in her crotch- at least Maria wasn't the only one bursting to pee.
Next in line stood Peggy Carter, legs crossed, panic in her eyes. The agent had never failed to make it to the toilet- not in her old life in England, nor here in modern America. She had been a master of control. What on earth has happened to me? she thought dully as she gave in to the urge to grab her pale bum with one hand. Her iron grip helped a touch, but only because she was forcing her cheeks closed, and that wasn't going to last long. Part of her was dying to let out some gas, just to relieve the pressure, but she told herself firmly that farting was just not ladylike. Peggy had always felt a great shame about her bodily functions- even all those years ago, during the war, when she had been forced to excuse herself to use the bathroom in front of Steve. The memory still haunted her. She had to hang on.
Nebula wasn't faring any better- in fact, she was fairing worse. She'd never had to use the bathroom so badly in her life, and the potted plant a few metres away was looking more appealing by the second. This food poisoning thing Gamora had mentioned did not feel good at all- her faeces felt hot and wet inside her, unlike the firmer logs she was used to. She turned to Mantis, who was next in line, and told her this, hoping the alien woman would be able to shed some light. But Mantis looked far too distracted with her own bodily needs to offer much insight.
"I don't know, Nebula. Maybe it's just how the poisoning works. And Gamora said to stop calling it faeces," she added, "she says Earth people find it weird".
"So what should I call my faeces?"
"Poop," Mantis reiterated patiently.
"Or just poo," Peggy interrupted.
"Or shit," Daisy added. She was standing right at the back of the line, looking as though she was handling things slightly better than most. Poor Jemma was between Mantis and Daisy, and she didn't look good at all. The brunette was red in the face, bent over low, totally unable to stand still. Every second or so she would shift her weight to the opposite foot; her hand squeezed her pussy even harder than Shuri was doing up the line. Mantis knew she should let the biochemist go in front of her, but that could be the difference between Mantis making it to the bathroom and not, so she selfishly persuaded herself to stay quiet. Daisy really had to go herself, but even she was concerned by the noises coming from her friend's belly, and knew she needed to be comforting in this moment.
"It'll be ok, Jemma," she said soothingly, putting a hand on the other woman's back.
"No, Daisy, it won't," Jemma replied, almost sobbing, "I've never needed to poop this bad before and I've barely ever had to pee so much either. I feel like I'm going to explode".
"I know how you feel," Daisy told her, trying to make her feel better, "this is probably too much information but I think I'm almost touching cloth". This earned a small smile from Jemma despite her throbbing desperation. "I wish I didn't have so much farting anxiety, getting out some of this gas might make me feel a bit better".
"Yeah, me too. I'm scared if I try and fart it might be... more than a fart".
Mantis had overheard this little conversation, and it gave her an idea. Being in a team with three men, she had heard countless farts. When she'd asked Drax about it, he had simply told her it felt good to get them out. Mantis had discovered that she didn't usually need to fart like humans did, but when she had to poop they could help relieve the pressure. She decided that risking it was necessary. She was incredibly shy about farting in front of people, but her plan was to let out just a small one that nobody could hear.
As soon as it happened, Mantis knew she'd made a big mistake. The fart wasn't quiet at all- in her eagerness to get some of the hot gas out of her, she'd let it go too fast, and the familiar sound crackled loudly as it escaped her tight butt. Once it had started, it wouldn't stop. Despite her furious attempts to shut off the fart before it turned into something more, her muscles were too weak and the gas only stopped coming when a heavy log shifted closer to her hole, blocking the path.
The sound of Mantis' fart was too much for Shuri. She'd been desperate to let out another of her own ever since standing up. Until that point, the only thing stopping her had been fear of humiliation. After all, it had been she who had let the first lapse of control beat her, a noise that had slipped out as they all slipped around the table. Shuri knew that another fart would be more embarrassment than she could bear, but hearing Mantis's ass rumble triggered something in Shuri's bowels that wouldn't be suppressed. Before she could do anything about it, something slipped out of the Wakandan's butt- something more than gas.
It was wet.
Cheeks burning, Shuri looked around her frantically. Blissfully, nobody had noticed- nobody except May, who was looking right at her.
"Don't worry, kid, happens all the time," May reassured her. Shuri slipped a hand down the back of her jeans, terrified of what she might find. But just a brief touch confirmed her suspicions- the first of her poop had breached her defences. It may not be much, but there was surely enough to weigh down her panties and stain them badly. Oh, fuck, she thought bitterly. She looked up at May. Suddenly, Shuri felt ten years younger. Here she was, a genius princess, and she'd just done a poo in her underwear. Something forced her to blurt out the truth.
"I just sharted," she confessed to the agent, a woman she barely knew. May looked taken aback, but she had training in calming people down and it kicked in fast.
"You'll make it, Shuri. Don't worry". But as another wave of cramps swept through her body, threatening once again to force out the contents of her bowels, Melinda May doubted very much whether any of them would make it at all.
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Back at the table, the seriousness of the situation was beginning to become painfully clear. Pepper Potts was perched on the edge of her seat, trying fruitlessly to keep the conversation going and distract the other women from their own growing urges to shit. For some it was working better than others; Natasha and Wanda were doing their best to engage and think about anything other than their bowels, but Hope couldn't help glancing nervously towards the bathroom every few seconds. From the table, the bathroom was well out of sight, but the fact that nobody had returned in several minutes could only mean one thing: there was a line. Hope hated lines with a passion, particularly when she needed to poop. Something about watching all the women in front go inside, relieve themselves and leave only made it harder for her to control her own need.
Okoye sat stoically, silent as ever, patiently awaiting the princess' return. At least, that was how she looked to the others. In the harsh light of reality, she was something like a duck gliding across a calm lake: to a casual observer, she was elegant and effortless, but beneath the surface that duck was paddling vigorously, legs moving at lightning speed, flailing to keep itself moving. Only now the water was a table in a fancy New York restaurant, and instead of swimming she was trying to keep a mountain of shit contained. There was Gamora, too, legs crossed beneath the tablecloth. She'd tried a couple of times to start a conversation with Okoye, but it was like talking to a brick wall. Soon, she gave up and decided to focus on holding.
The only people left around the table still talking were Valkyrie and Carol Danvers. They were animated, a spark of the flirtatious cheek from earlier in the day still there, losing themselves in the conversation. It was clear to anyone who shot them more than a passing glance that they were both in serious trouble- Valkyrie couldn't stop farting, leaving a foul smell, and Carol was constantly squirming in her chair. Sitting next to them, Pepper didn't need to strain to hear what they were saying.
"I don't think I've ever had to go this bad, it's crazy," Carol said- not that it needed saying. The woman was writing in desperation where she sat.
"I have," Valkyrie shot back, "when you drink as much as I used to you get desperate a fair bit. Especially when you're fighting for half of it".
"So what did you do?"
"I used to just pee while I fought," the Asgardian shrugged, "one time Banner caught me, I just told him it was something I spilt".
"Did he believe you?" Carol asked, wide-eyed. It took a lot to shock Carol Danvers, but Valkyrie's revelation seemed to have taken her completely by surprise.
"Bruce Banner? The world-class genius who blacks out and switches back and forth between human and monster?" she snorted in derision, "no, I'm pretty sure he knows what a piss stain looks like. What about you?"
"What about me?"
"You had any of those accident thingies lately?"
"I'm about to have one right now if those girls aren't back from the bathroom soon," Carol said under her breath. Pepper was pretending not to listen, but she could relate to Danvers' words- she also felt fit to burst. She hadn't had to poop this bad since she and Tony- well, that was a story for another day.
"I can't wait any more, guys, I'm going to go join the line," Hope said, slowly getting to her feet.
"You're still going to have to wait just as long," Gamora pointed out.
"Maybe, but at least I'll know how much longer I have to hold it," the Wasp argued. Pepper opened her mouth to say that sitting might be easier, but the other woman was already gone. Instead, Miss Potts was left to look around at who was left- stony-faced Okoye, red-faced Nat, green-faced Gamora. Wanda, trying her best to look on top of things and decidedly failing. The poor girl looked close to tears in her tight red hoodie and tighter denim pants. Valkyrie and Carol, both impossibly looking even more desperate than each other, but sitting closer than ever.
"And then there were seven," Pepper said dryly.
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The line hadn't moved in five minutes.
Jemma's black jeans felt tighter than ever around her waist, digging into her lower stomach where a heavy load was sitting. A long-sleeved button-up white blouse couldn't cover up the bulge in her abdomen, created by the poop that threatened to push itself out at any second- and by a bursting bladder. Beside her, poor Daisy was starting to seriously struggle too; the usually strong woman couldn't resist the urge to squirm and struggle. She took one look down the line and assessed that nobody would be willing to let herself or Jemma cut in front. All eight women looked just as desperate as her- if not more so.
Mantis looked mortified, apologising over and over again for the smells that were being produced by her uncontrollable farting. Nobody was in any condition to pay much attention to her red-faced, stammered apologies- she wasn't the only one raising a stench. In fact, Daisy was pretty sure that Jemma and herself were among the only two women still holding the gas inside of themselves. May was a proud woman, but even she had let one or two slip out, unable to hold it back. Soon there would be a lot more than gas making an escape.
Beside Mantis stood- barely- Nebula, who looked utterly unable to deal with what she was experiencing. Food poisoning was clearly an alien concept to this alien woman, who was bent over, shaking and shuddering, looking very much like someone who had no idea how to deal with what was happening inside of her body. Mantis had tried to show her that using her hands to squeeze her butt may help her hold, but such things didn't come naturally to the the blue-skinned lady.
At least she didn't look as much of a state as Peggy Carter, who didn't seem to know what to do with herself. Daisy was well aware of the famous Agent Carter's story- she'd been an agent in the first half of the twentieth century, a long time before the age of toilets being shown on televisions. It had always been hard for Daisy (and she knew that May and Jemma felt the same) to admit when she needed to go to the bathroom. She could only imagine how much stronger the stigma must be in the mind of Peggy, and that would go a long way to explaining why the English woman seemed even more embarrassed than any of the other women. The Brunette was staring straight ahead, squeezing her cheeks closed determinedly and muttering to herself in her distinctive accent. Daisy couldn't make out much of what Agent Carter was saying, but she heard the words "please... not yet," and simply "I need a poo" as Peggy talked to herself.
One place closer to the bathroom, but looking like she needed it even more, stood Shuri. The Wakandan had totally given up trying to hide her mini-accident on account of the smell, which everyone knew couldn't possibly have come from anything other than a shart. Instead she stood silent, eyes closed in some kind of prayer, leaning against the wall. Daisy wondered if perhaps the princess thought the wooden panels might keep her butt closed- she doubted that would work. Then there was her colleague, Melinda May, who had never looked so un-agently. In fact, in this moment Daisy thought that May looked more like a small child who was scared that her mother would tell her off if she had an accident. Maria Hill completed the lineup, bouncing restlessly with a hand grabbing her pussy and complaining under her breath that she was "gonna piss a waterfall".
So desperate was Jemma that she completely failed to notice Hope Van Dyne zip to the back of the queue.
"Holy shit, has nobody gone in yet?" she asked, fear etched on her face.
"Nobody," Daisy said in a strained voice, "we think whoever's in there has the shits too, she's taking forever".
"Well," Hope moaned, "if she's not out soon I'm definitely not gonna make it. Would it be quicker to go somewhere else?"
"Can you walk and hold?" Jemma shot back. Hope thought about this for a few seconds, then hung her head.
"No," she admitted, "I'd fill my pants long before I reached the bathroom".
"I think I would too," said Daisy, "I feel it trying to come out, I don't know how much longer I can keep it back". Just then, another fart rang out around the room, one much louder and lower in pitch than any they'd heard yet. Every head in the room turned and was shocked to see Peggy Carter, bent at the knees, cheeks burning. Daisy found it impossible to believe that such a gross noise could come from such a prim, proper and petite lady, but there was no denying that she had broken wind.
"Oh my, I'm sorry," she spluttered, as though she wished the ground would swallow her up, "I didn't mean to- simply couldn't hold it-". With wide, horrified eyes, she reached slowly behind herself and felt her backside. "Oh, no, please no," she whispered, but it was clear to see that she had fallen to the same fate as Shuri. Peggy Carter had sharted.
"What's up, Peggy?" Daisy asked, looking concerned.
"It wasn't just a... just a fart," Peggy confessed. The stunned silence was interrupted by the glorious sound of a latch unlocking. Sixteen nervous eyes turned towards the bathroom door, which crept open painfully slowly. A middle-aged lady with a pale face walked out, accompanied by a foul odour that could only be caused by diarrhoea- and lots of it. Maria rushed in behind her, wafting in front of her nose and muttering "oh, thank you God". Just before she shut the door, May got a foot in the way.
"Maria," she begged, "please hurry. I don't have long". Agent Hill nodded, already unbuttoning her jeans, and locked the door behind her to finally get some relief.
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"Fuck!" cried Carol out of nowhere. The entire table looked over at the universally-feared Captain Marvel, who had been reduced to little more than a sweaty wreck by desperation. "I just pissed a little," she said.
"Usually I'd say that was gross but I'm, like, this close to doing the same," Natasha groaned. It was true; news of Carol's leak had only made her even more desperate to go, "you know when you can feel the pee right there on the edge? That's me right now".
"Charming," Gamora said, forcing a laugh. Over the other side of the table, Pepper pulled a guilty face.
"I leaked a while ago," she admitted, "I thought it might ease the pressure... but no. I still feel like a goddamn dam waiting to burst". As if to emphasise her point, a fart slipped out. Almost everyone was gradually losing control over their gaseous exchanges, and the smell of each fart was growing more and more like the scent of poop. The only person who still showed no open signs of desperation was Okoye, who sat thin-lipped and unmoving, staring into space.
"I have to be honest," Wanda said, "I need to shit like there's no tomorrow, but I'm glad I don't have to piss as well. You ladies have it even worse than me". Valkyrie nodded in agreement, but just as she opened her mouth to speak Shuri burst round the corner, clearly out of breath.
"Did you go? Pepper asked hopefully, but even before the teenager answered, it was obvious that she hadn't been able to find relief. With a shake of her head, the girl squeezed out what little words she could manage.
"No, the line was so slow and I was behind May and Maria, I couldn't wait- I have to poop so bad, and pee too- Okoye, please, you have to help me".
Okoye was there as her own woman, on Pepper's invite, not as Shuri's babysitter. But she was nothing if not loyal, so she got to her feet, ready to do whatever it took to help. It took her just two seconds looking at the state Shuri was in to know that the princess was beyond help. Pee was already trickling down her legs, showing on her white jeans, and from the right angle a tell-tale brown stain could be seen on the seat. Okoye shook her head sadly.
"I'm sorry, but there's nothing I can do," she told her gravely.
Poor Shuri couldn't move. She couldn't speak. She couldn't do much more than look at the seven women with wide, scared eyes as a single tear formed and she began to truly lose control. The first sign was a barely audible squeak from her tight butt, which quickly evolved into a wet, squelching fart that signalled the princess finally messing herself. Hot, almost liquid shit practically poured out of her, filling her panties mercilessly, spreading thanks to the tightness of her jeans all the way up to her waist and down to the crack between her thighs. At the same time, involuntarily, her bladder gave out and a growing wet spot rapidly soaked the front of her clothes. It was too much pee to be simply contained by the fabric, and everyone in the room could watch as it poured out of the front of her jeans and down to the yellow puddle at her feet. And even as Okoye watched on sympathetically, that yellow puddle was already being tinged with brown- unable to hold in all of Shuri's explosive shit, it seemed that her panties had given way and allowed some of the mess to run down her legs and out the bottom of her jeans onto the carpet. Immobilised, Shuri simply stood there and let the mixture of shame, pain and blessed relief wash over her. Anyone in the restaurant who couldn't see her accident could surely hear it, for she'd never been able to keep her poops quiet, especially when she was ill.
Pepper's maternal instinct kicked in- she couldn't bear to watch the young woman in such a humiliating moment. Standing, she moved over to comfort Shuri, but even the act of getting to her feet caused a squirt of hot pee to stain her thong. She felt so pleased to be wearing a dress, but was acutely aware of a trickle of urine flowing down her leg while she wrapped an arm around the crying, soiled girl. The first of them had had an accident, but Pepper was sure that she wouldn't be the only one.
"Don't worry, Shuri, it's not your fault," she said in hushed tones, "other people are probably going to have an accident too".
As her stomach grumbled ominously, Pepper could only hope she wouldn't be among them.
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By the time Shuri was finally close to empty, her once-pristine jeans were simply beyond saving. The white was now a murky brown all the way down the back, the front soaked in darkness. Watching on, Natasha had to admire the way the young lady had mostly managed to keep it together- a weaker mind would surely have been broken by such a public loss of control. Okoye was with the princess now- but even Okoye, perhaps the most disciplined and controlled person Natasha had ever met, was failing to keep her cool. Her slender legs were crossed, and she was showing signs of definite squirming beneath her clothes to keep the weight of her bowels in check. A small voice in the back of Natasha's head wondered if Okoye took big dumps, but she forced that thought away and focused on her own desperation.
While the sight of the young princess completely forgetting her potty training had taken Widow's mind completely off her needs, the sharp pangs in her bowels and bladder was back with a vengeance. Nat knew that she was quickly running out of time before the inevitable happened, and reached the only logical conclusion: she needed to get in that bathroom line, now. Giving her pussy a quick squeeze, she turned towards the area where the other women were still waiting.
"Gonna go join that line," she announced, trying and failing to keep the panic out of her voice, "Jeez, I haven't had to piss this bad since Budapest". She paused, then added to nobody in particular, "Haven't had to shit this bad since ever".
"Me neither, but are you sure you want to get in that line?" Valkyrie asked pointedly, "sounds like it might be too long to wait". Natasha shrugged, exasperated.
"I have to try, Valk, or I'll wet my favourite jeans... again". She shuddered at the thought and waddled around the corner towards the bathroom. Nat was more than aware of the stares she was being given by other diners- plenty of whom were sure to recognise her from the news. The famous Black Widow, one of the Avengers, walking through a busy restaurant and clearly desperate to take a leak. At first, Natasha tried to tell herself that it wasn't noticeable, but she quickly stopped kidding herself- she was literally squirming as she walked, hands trying and failing not to fiddle with the front of her jeans, legs crossing over unnaturally, butt sticking out somewhat because of how she was hunched over. Even more embarrassingly, she suspected that some of the diners might smell her strong farts and deduce that she also needed to evacuate at the other end. She could almost handle the public seeing her desperate to pee- celebrities were caught needing a number one all the time and it was rarely remembered- but a superhero on the verge of messing herself? That would make her a laughing stock.
Once she took one look at the line outside the restroom, she knew that it wasn't going to be an option. Seven clearly bursting girls were queued up by the single door, each appearing more desperate than the last. It was Hope who first noticed Natasha's arrival, and beckoned her over with the other hand clutching her ass.
"Nat," she said, "come to join the line?"
"I was," Natasha replied, "but honestly? I'm not gonna make it if I stay here. I have to pee so fucking bad- in fact, I don't know what I need worse, a shit or a pee".
"I know which one I need worse," Hope said dryly, "If there isn't a log in my panties in five minutes it'll be a miracle".
"Tell me about it- actually, no, I'll be lucky if it's a log. Feels like I'm gonna just explode everywhere".
"Ah, that can't be good. I can't- stop- farting," Hope admitted, even letting a toot out for emphasis, "it's crazy, I'm not usually gassy".
"Nor me, but we ate something bad. To be honest, I'm just glad to have someone to talk to about it," Nat said.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, Gamora, Pepper and Okoye are far too proud to admit how bad they have to go, even though it's obvious. Wanda is so shy about this stuff and Carol and Valkyrie are more interested in each other's rack than anything else," she said bitterly, "at least with you I can just say it out loud: I'm gonna shit myself soon and there's nothing I can do".
"You and me both, sister," Hope told her, "you and me both. Everyone here is too prude or too shy to speak to me too, but I don't think many of them can hold it much longer".
"No, well, nor can I. I feel like my ass is leaking. I'm going back to the table- this line is a recipe for an accident. Wanna come?"
"I would, Nat, but fuck, I think more than a few steps will be too much for me to handle," Hope said, sounding pained, "but good luck, Widow".
"You too, Wasp," Natasha replied, offering a mock salute and heading back around the corner and out of sight. In an effort to keep herself distracted- talking to Nat had helped somewhat, and she wanted to keep that going- Hope turned to her left, where poor Jemma Simmons was doubled over with both hands buried in her crotch, being comforted half-heartedly by a near-equally bursting Daisy. Hope got the sense that she shouldn't interrupt, so listened subtly into their dialogue instead.
"Oh, my God, Daisy," Jemma was moaning, "if I move my hands I'm going to wee myself".
"It's okay, Jemma. If you don't make it, that's okay," the other woman replied soothingly.
"No, it's not okay! I can't wee myself. I haven't weed myself since I was a little girl!"
"I feel you, Jemma, I do. I'm gonna crap my pants if Hill doesn't hurry up. But we have to keep trying," she insisted, unable to hold back the loudest fart yet, "we have to".
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May, Peggy, Nebula, Mantis, Jemma, Daisy, Hope. Maria locked in the only bathroom having explosive diarrhoea that didn't sound close to ending. Shuri gone, off to try and find somewhere to relieve herself, almost certainly doomed to ruin her jeans. Ironically, Mantis thought, they were a long way from assembled right now.
Not that she was in any position to judge. She had never suffered gas like this, her ass letting rip every few seconds, totally powerless to stop it. Although she'd never been a big pooper- small amounts were her norm- Mantis could tell that was about to change just from the rock-weight in her belly. Her butthole was literally quivering from the effort of holding it back, and deep down she knew that she couldn't keep the turd at bay until it was her go. Being shy, as she was, about her bodily functions, she simply didn't know what else to do.In a vain effort to distract herself from the poop that was about to ruin her favourite underwear.
At the front, Melinda May had lost all sense of power and composure. The highly-professional woman was quite the sight, with her hand reaching down the back of her panties, squeezing her asscheeks together desperately. She was moaning in what she must've thought was a quiet timbre, giving every fibre of her being to the efforts to keep her dignity.
Meanwhile, the desperation- and perhaps the wine- was having a curious effect on Peggy Carter. Her inhibitions seemed to be lowering, and she was talking more than ever to the other women. Nebula was staring straight ahead as if she was admiring the potted plant in the corner. On the other side, Jemma looked as white as a ghost. She was struggling harder than anyone.
"Oh God, Daisy," she groaned, "it's already started coming out... I can't hold it much longer".
"Jemma, it's OK- turn around". Obediently, the young chemist spun on the spot, and Daisy had to bite her tongue to stay quiet. Jemma's trousers were stained a deep, dark brown, evidently taking the brunt of some major anal leakage.
"It just slipped out. Oh shit, is it obvious?"
"No, no- I can barely tell," Daisy lied. It was incredibly obvious even to a casual passer-by that the brunette was in the middle of a serious accident. The shitstain had started to bulge, sag even, and spread across her ass.
At the other end of the line, Peggy was pestering May for conversation. Melinda looked in no mood to talk, instead focusing all her efforts on keeping her cramping stomach from erupting, but it didn't seem like Agent Carter had got the message.
"Gosh, I haven't needed a poo this much since the war," she was saying, "what about you?"
"I don't know," May said irritably, "A few years ago I almost crapped myself on a S.H.I.E.L.D. mission. I think this is worse, though". May was locked in a frantic dance, refusing to move either hand away from her ass, which was clenched shut tight. She was doing a slightly better job than Jemma of staying dignified, but not by a long way- and the smell from her bottom proved that she was close to losing it. "What do you think happened to Shuri?" May added, genuinely interested despite herself. She hadn't been concentrating at all when the Wakandan had abandoned the bathroom line and rushed off, and wanted to know what had happened.
"The poor girl ran off, saying she simply couldn't hold it any longer. I do hope she makes it," Peggy said sadly.
"I doubt it," May grunted, "I can barely hang on and I'm standing still. She's probably shit herself already".
Mantis was pulled away from listening to the agents talk by the sound of Nebula's voice. It was the first thing her blue friend had said in quite some time, so it took her by surprise. At first, the words didn't make much sense.
"The plant," Nebula said grimly.
"What?"
"The potted plant over there. I must use it," she declared.
"Nebula, no," pleaded Mantis, "you can't poop in the plant". But she could see that the other woman had already made up her mind, driven by desperation to an insane decision.
"I must, Mantis. The faeces is almost escaping me". She looked anxiously at the opening from which they could be seen, waddling towards the huge plant. She had dressed in human clothes for the occasion- denim jeans picked out by Gamora, so as to cover as much of her blue skin as possible. Before Mantis could do anything about it, those denim jeans were being unbuttoned, her thighs starting to grow exposed as the waistband was shuffled down. Jemma was the first to notice what was happening, and tried her best to talk Nebula out of it.
"No, Nebula, please- don't poop in there. You could get arrested," she begged.
"Nebula," May warned, "do not do what I think you're about to do. You can go in front of me in the line, just don't use the plant". But it was far too late. Nebula had no other option if she wanted to keep her jeans dry. She looked guiltily at the other women in the line, lined up her blue butt with the plant pot and sat.
"I'm sorry," she said, meaning it.
Nebula felt her control evaporate.
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The sight of Nebula losing it into an ornate potted plant, combined with the squelching, splattering sound of her explosive relief, was too much for Jemma Simmons to handle. Unable to stand and watch for a second longer, she backed away, out of the alcove where the bathroom stood and into the main restaurant. She was vaguely aware of three things: pee dribbling down her left leg, Daisy following behind her and the eyes of almost everyone in the room following her every move. Jemma knew she was losing the battle. She felt a tug on her arm. It was Daisy's voice.
"Jemma," it said, "where are you going?". But try as she might, the biochemist could barely manage just two words.
"I- can't-" she choked. The stream of piss was gathering pace, growing faster and heavier, turning from a trickle into a flow. She tried to shut it off and found that she couldn't. Tried to move her legs- no luck. All she could do was accept it. "Daisy," Jemma whined, hoping beyond hope that not everyone in the room could hear, "I'm weeing myself".
And she was. It cascaded down her legs, dampening her trousers and drenching her bare thighs, pooling around her feet and in her shoes. The sensation of her bladder emptying rapidly made keeping that iron grip on her bum impossible, and Jemma felt the almost welcome sensation of her hole opening, stretching to let the huge log out into her pants. Buried deep beneath the shame, the burning humiliation, it almost felt good to finally let it out. But that feeling of relief was short-lived, because once enough of the pee was out for Jemma to come to her senses, she looked around the room and saw her worst nightmare: people staring, laughing, people with their phones out. Still feeling the second turd falling from her bum into her underwear, Jemma Simmons turned and fled.
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Maria Hill finally emerged from the bathroom, face flushed and ass feeling more than unclean, to the sight of Nebula relieving herself in a Calathea plant. While she tried to absorb the shock of such a view, she felt someone push past her. It was Melinda May, rushing into the bathroom like she hadn't a second to waste and already stripping off her bottom half. Unintentionally, Maria got a glimpse of May's shaved pussy before the other woman slammed and locked the door. The loud moan and splattering noises being emitted from the room suggested that May had made it just in time.
"What's going on out here?" she asked, mouth open.
"Nebula is pooping in that plant," Mantis explained, bouncing up and down on the spot, "I told her not to. And Shuri left. And Jemma peed on the floor a little- look!" she pointed unhelpfully to an obvious dark stain on the carpet where Jemma cleary hadn't made it.
"Oh, shit," Maria said. She knew that she should feel concerned for the wellbeing of her fellow S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, but the sheer relief of having reached the bathroom in time was all she could think about right now. Or, at least, almost reached it in time. There had been something of a spillage on the floor just before she'd managed to get her butt in line with the toilet bowl, true, but nobody ever had to know. She certainly didn't intend on telling anyone.
For whatever reason, she couldn't take her eyes off of Nebula, who looked in sheer ecstasy. Her eyes were rolled back in her smooth head, mouth open, liquid shit still pouring out of her like lava. The stench was almost unbearable. Maria turned to Mantis, feeling bad for the poor girl, who she knew was far too shy to use a plant like her friend.
"Seeing her just makes me need to poop even worse," Mantis groaned, grabbing her ass like she had been shown to try and hold it in. Before Maria could reply, Peggy Carter made some kind of choking noise that sounded as though she had been punched in the stomach. All heads turned to Peggy, who they'd forgotten was even there. The English woman had found herself at the front of the line, but from the sight of her bent at the knees, clutching her stomach, it looked like she might not be able to wait much longer. Peggy rapped at the bathroom door with her knuckles, although her polite facade was barely even visible anymore.
"May, hurry, please. I'm begging you," she cried through the thick wood. She was squirming like Maria had never seen before. "If I'm not on that loo in thirty seconds I won't make it".
All she got in return was May's voice, moaning even louder in relief, and another colossal fart.
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When Natasha got back to the table, she was pulled aside before she could say a word by Wanda. Scarlet Witch, as the world knew her, had built her image- no, her personality- on being calm, cold, calculating. But here she was, with a hand down the back of her knickers... crying.
"Nat, it's coming," she whispered, "help me".
"Help you?"
"Please, Natasha, you're the only one I can talk to about this. You're the only one I trust. It's coming out, and I can't stop it".
"Fuck, okay," Nat said, thinking quickly as she could, "kind of on the verge of losing it myself here, from both ends, but I'll do what I can. Try cross your legs, see if-"
"No, you're not getting it," Wanda cut her off, "it's too late. I'm already messing myself. I need you to get me out of here before people see," she begged. Pain was writhing through every part of Natasha's belly, bladder and ass, but she knew she couldn't abandon a friend at a time like this. The look of pure fear on Wanda's face shocked Widow into action.
"Right, follow me- I can get you somewhere private," she grabbed Wanda by the arm, ignoring the stares of Okoye and Gamora, and dragged her away from the table, into the packed restaurant. But instead of heading to the entrance, she took a left, towards a fire exit at the back of the room. Rule number one of being a spy, Nat thought to herself, always know where the exits are. She'd assessed the fire escape when they arrived- it was something she couldn't help doing- but never expected to actually need to use it. As she yanked the tearful Wanda through the door, though, she felt incredibly grateful that she'd taken the time to know where it was.
As soon as the pair of them spilled out into the sunlight, Wanda turned and leant against the wall, both palms flat against the bricks, and allowed the inevitable to happen. Her pants were tighter than usual, and Natasha couldn't look away while the bulge in the back of her friend's jeans grew ever bigger. Wanda grunted, a low, decidedly un-Wanda-like sound, and Nat got the sense that the other woman was unwillingly pushing to get the rest of the shit out of her.
"Fuck, Nat, I can't stop- get these jeans off me," Wanda whined.
"What?"
"Get them off me, please, I can't ruin them". Not wanting to upset Wanda any more than she was already upset, Nat reached in from behind her friend and unbuttoned her tight jeans. She slid them down, around Wanda's pale ankles. Again, Natasha couldn't seem to stop staring at the rapidly-expanding bulge in Wanda's knickers. Bad day to wear white panties, she thought to herself. There was too much shit for the panties to contain- as they stretched and pushed at the fabric, Nat could see every lump, every colour, every drip of liquid that seeped through the white and turned it brown. "I have to push," Wanda's voice was pained, "it hurts too much". Grunting even louder, she bore down and the mess in her underwear doubled in size.
"Good thing you're not me," Natasha told her wryly.
"Why?"
"Because in a few seconds I'm about to do the same, and piss myself too".
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"May! Open the fucking door!"
Mantis was shocked at Peggy's language, which was growing increasingly vulgar as time passed. It had been several minutes now since May had locked herself in the bathroom, and she was beyond the point of desperate to shit, but it seemed that Peggy was even closer to breaking point.
"May, I'm begging you, open the door or I'll poo myself right here. You've taken bloody ages!" she hammered on the door again with her fist, knowing that it was no good. From the other side, May was apologising profusely, telling them that it wouldn't stop coming out. "It's coming out of me too, arsehole!" Peggy shouted. She turned to the other women, face still crinkled in pain. Nebula was wiping her bottom with a leaf she'd remorselessly plucked from the ruined plant, Mantis was farting like a sailor and Hope had taken to squatting down, bouncing on the balls of her feet in hope of keeping her shit inside.
The final wave of cramps hit Peggy, and she knew in that moment that it was one minute too long to wait. She stepped back from the door and her knees went weak. There was Mantis, trying her best to catch her, but the alien woman wasn't strong and although Peggy wasn't heavy the best she could do was lower Agent Carter gradually to the ground. First her knees hit the carpet, then she bent over, on all fours as if she was expecting sex doggy style. On her hands and knees, Peggy Carter swore under her breath and began to shit her pants.
There was no way for the other women in the room to pretend not to notice as the familiar crackling sound filled the air, accompanied by the most pungent smell yet- the smell of solid shit. The first log alone was enormous, tenting out like an erection, so hard that it refused to be squished into her panties. "Oh, gosh, I need a poo so badly," Peggy whispered, almost unaware that she was already doing one.
"Fuck, what's happening to you guys?" came a voice from behind Peggy. A familiar voice.
"Ah, the old shit-in-a-plant trick... I've been there," came a second. Overwhelmed by the power of her heavy accident, it took Peggy everything she had to look around the corner, fearing the worst- reporters, maybe, or someone with a camera. What she saw filled her with a different kind of relief.
Carol and Valkyrie had arrived in the line.
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At the table, the final few women still standing were almost out of time. Pepper Potts, one of the oldest in the group and one of the few who almost never found herself having to hold it, was struggling worse than anyone. Daisy arrived, jiggling up and down, her breast bouncing as she did so.
"Jemma's run off," she said sadly, "she- she had this massive accident and just left".
"Oh God, poor thing," Pepper said, still feeling empathetic for the younger woman despite being in such a dire need herself, "how's the line looking?"
"Not good. Last I saw Nebula gave up and pooped in a plant. Peggy didn't look like she was gonna last much longer, nor did Hope".
"What about you?"
"Me? I'm fine," Daisy lied, "I can hold it". The truth felt like very much the opposite- she was sure that she was touching cloth down there, or turtleheading as her peers in her youth had called it. "I'd better get back in that line, though," she said, feigning calm, and rushed off to rejoin the queue.
"Well, if the line's not moving, I'm screwed," Pepper sighed, "I haven't had to go this bad in my life". In a vague effort to distract herself, she reached into the pocket of her dress and fished out her phone. Nothing- no texts. Tony was away, but he must not have had time to message her yet. Disappointed, she placed her phone back in the pocket, which was so deep that anything she kept in it was almost touching her crotch. Now all she was left with was sheer desperation. It felt as though any movement, any tiny surprise could cause her to lose control. Her attention was grabbed by a loud noise from across the table- Gamora. The ivy-skinned woman was bent over the table, arms flat on the cloth, butt sticking out.
She released a loud fart, looked at Okoye and said "how the hell aren't you showing this? We all know you have to go just as bad as we do".
"I have honour," spat the Wakandan, "I may soil my clothes, but I will not humiliate myself like a child".
Pepper switched her attention away from them, not in the mood to listen to bickering. She thought it was a miracle that Gamora's moan hadn't startled her into losing control- surprises usually broke her when she was bursting, even on a date with Tony one time, but she'd managed to hold it throughout the outburst. Maybe she could be okay- if she stayed still, she might be able to-
Vrmmm.
At that instant, her phone vibrated in her pocket, sending tingles right through her body. The shaking feeling struck her directly above the clitoris, a sensation that expanded all the way across her crotch, her lower legs, her butt, and in that moment Pepper knew she was done. Her tortured muscles relaxed completely, and once the gates were open they would not be shut. Scorching, mushy poop almost spewed from her hole, pushing free in wave after relentless wave. Pepper had to grab the back of the nearest chair to stay standing as her knees went weak. What was happening must have been painfully clear on her face, because Gamora stood, looking worried.
"Pepper? Is it coming out?"
Not seeing the point in lying, Pepper nodded quickly, lips shut tight. She had hoped for twenty long minutes that being in a dress might save her from embarrassment if she couldn't hold it, but now she was messing herself and she had no doubt that it was obvious for anyone in the restaurant to see. The food poisoning had finally won, and a problem she hadn't foreseen was emerging- she'd come to the restaurant wearing a thong, which was probably the worst kind of underwear to crap your pants in. There was almost no scope for it to contain any of her accident, and the wet poop was running down her legs and onto the floor.
Resigned to empty her bowels where she stood, Pepper bowed her head and let it happen.
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Daisy arrived once again to join the back of the line just as May was finally coming out of the bathroom. She looked absolutely mortified as Mantis rushed in past her and locked the door, kneeling down next to the humiliated and dehumanised Peggy to apologise over and over. Daisy, for her part, couldn't afford to pay them much attention. She was nearing her own messy accident, as much as she hated to admit it.
But it gave her some comfort that Hope Van Dyne was fairing much worse. The Wasp looked as though she could do with her suit to just shrink down and fly to the nearest bathroom, but instead she was powerless and on the verge of shitting herself. Unsurprisingly, Daisy was only watching on for a few seconds before the now-familiar noises of bowels starting to evacuate made themselves heard. Hope put one hand flat on the wall and leaned in. Everyone stopped what they were doing, drawn by the sounds of Hope losing the battle with her body.
"Guys, I'm sorry, but it hurts too much. I can't-" she grunted, convulsed and started to let go, "- hold it in any longer". Daisy was mesmerised by the image of Hope's nice clothes turning brown, and she wasn't the only one- Carol and Valkyrie couldn't take their eyes off of it.
"Oh shit, Wasp?" Natasha had reached the scene, joining the back of the line, clearly on her last legs. She was followed by Gamora and Okoye, the first farting as she walked, the second still managing to keep her composure with some effort. Still emptying herself, Hope stepped out of line and stumbled to the other side of the hall, content to finish her accident in peace.
The line was now almost as long as it had been originally. Hope had been so close to making it to the bathroom, but with Mantis sounding like she was shitting her brains out inside, the Wasp just hadn't been able to hold out. Now it was Carol Danvers who was next in line, holding her pussy as tight as she could and keeping those legs locked together. Valkyrie stood behind her, twisting and squirming frantically but seeming unable to keep her eyes away from Carol's bursting body. Next stood Daisy, who was sure that she would have to throw away her panties no matter what happened next. Natasha Romanoff danced like a child behind her, doing everything it took to keep her control. Then came Gamora, who had unbuttoned her jeans to try and relieve the pressure, which meant her black underwear was clearly visible- not that she seemed to care. Finally, Okoye stood stoically, only just allowing herself a quick squeeze of her toned buttcheeks every now and then when she thought nobody was looking.
After a few seconds, it was Daisy who lost the fight next. She turned to the others, eyes weary.
"It's happening. Just- nobody ever talk to me about this ever again?" she asked, and squatted down. As she lost control of her muscles, all that was audible sounded like a long, hard fart. Her tight pants forced the loose mess to squish out, spreading across her buttcheeks and up to her back and pussy. She moaned loudly as the pain in her stomach started to fade at long last, but at the cost of a humiliation she would never forget.
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"Oh, that feels so much better!"
It was Mantis, who had finally stopped pooping for long enough to pull up her jeans and leave the bathroom free. Nobody was in a state to listen to her as Carol started heading for the door, but Valkyrie stopped her with a tug on the sleeve.
"If you go in without me I'll shit myself, Carol," the Asgardian explained, "I have an idea".
"Fine, come in, quick!" Carol said in a panic. She grabbed Valkyrie's wrist and yanked her into the room with her. "What's your big idea?" she started to say as she locked the door, but the other woman was already executing it- she lifted her dress and hopped up onto the impeccable porcelain sink. "Valk- no!"
There was no stopping Valkyrie, though. The sound of her forceful eruption of wet poop splattering against the sink and plughole was too much- it set Carol into action. She leapt across the room to the toilet, went to unbutton her jeans- and fumbled.
"Fuck, I can't get these jeans off!" Carol cried, barely audible over Valkyrie's moans of relief and loud bowel movements.
"Come here!" the Asgardian said, waving Carol over. She grabbed the front of the other girl's jeans and, still shitting, struggled with the button until it finally came loose. "Go, go!" she yelled, but Carol wasn't moving. The blonde woman looked up at her, eyes wide, and Valkyrie understood.
"Too late," she said softly. Both women could hear Carol filling her pants, totally uncontrollably. It was a violent, unstoppable evacuation, weighing heavily down in her underwear and coating her thighs. She looked down and saw Valkyrie's bare pussy gushing with piss into the sink, joining the still-growing pile of mushy poop that she'd deposited there. This gave Carol an idea- her bowels were emptying but her bladder still ached. She shoved down her jeans and full-up knickers, stood on the edge of the sink and lined herself up.
"What are you doing?" Valkyrie asked quietly.
"I really have to piss," Carol told her, and within seconds her stream joined Valkyrie's, the two flows of yellow pee crossing over each other and soaking Valkyrie's mess.
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Natasha, Gamora, Okoye. The line was shorter than ever, but all three of the women in it had reached their limits.
"Fuck, how much longer can you wait?" Nat asked, shaking violently.
"Seconds," Gamora said, letting rip another wet fart, "if that. God I have to poop so bad. If Quill ever hears about this-"
"Trust me, he won't," Okoye interrupted, "as long as the King never finds out either".
"Deal," Gamora agreed, before adding "Okoye, look, we all know you're desperate to go, so why don't you just admit it? We're all women here, there's no shame in it, just... dance, squirm, do whatever you gotta do". Okoye thought this over for a second, and Gamora could see in her eyes that she was considering it. "It's okay," she probed encouragingly. Okoye sighed in frustration and started to wiggle reluctantly.
"Fine," she conceded, "I'm dying to go to the bathroom". She paused, looking like a weight had been lifted, "Wow. It feels so good to say that out loud. In my line of duty admitting such a need would be shameful".
"Yeah, well, you're not in your line of- oh no," Gamora choked, struggling to finish the sentence, "it's time". Natasha stepped closer to her, unburied a hand from her aching pussy and grabbed Gamora by both shoulders.
"No, Gamora, listen to me. You can hold it. You're so strong," she insisted, barely believing it herself. But Gamora had to hold on, she had to- for Nat's sake too. If Gamora could hold it in, so could she. The look in Gamora's eyes was like a dagger to Natasha's heart. They were the eyes of a woman who had given up.
"I'm sorry, Natasha, but I'm shitting myself right now," she said, almost calm in her acceptance. And it was true- there was no going back now, not judging by the way the sound of her vibrant farts had morphed into a squishy, slimy noise. In disbelief, Nat spun Gamora 180 degrees. There was no denying that bulge, the way it grew from the size of a golf ball to the size of a grapefruit in seconds, the unmistakable smell. The greatest warrior in the galaxy had lost control of her belly and was pooping herself in a busy restaurant.
"Oh, fuck, Gamora," Natasha breathed, bouncing up and down, "don't you know how much harder that makes it for me to hold it in?"
"I'm sorry!"
"And for me, also," came Okoye's voice. Every woman in the room turned at that sound to look at her, because there was something in Okoye's voice that they had never heard before- fear. "I cannot stop it!" she was beginning to panic, all of her efforts to appear high and controlled finally catching up with her, "I have to get in that bathroom now!" She charged for the door, banged on it with her fist, went to open the handle- but it was no use. Of course Carol had locked the room, and that had doomed poor Okoye of Wakanda. Breathing heavily, she turned and there was Shuri, by her side.
"It's okay, Okoye," the Princess told her, "let it happen". That permission was all it took.
For the first time in a long time, Okoye couldn't fight back. She stood, eyes closed tight, and groaned as the first log started to poke out of her tight, dark asshole. It inched out, expanding with every millimetre, growing thicker and thicker until it was almost impossibly girthy. The turd kept coming, three inches, four- until the widest part had escaped her clenched buttocks and the rest just slid out before anything could be done. For the first time in her life, Okoye had just shit her pants; there was plenty more where that came from. The second piece was far looser, wetter, and it shot out and into her underwear. She couldn't bring herself to open her eyes- she just knew that everyone in the room would be staring, staring as she messed herself, staring as she shamed her name and her King. But it felt so good.
The sight of it was driving Natasha crazy. She had to get out of this restaurant. She turned, steeled herself and practically sprinted from the scene, into the main bulk of the restaurant, where every table was still packed with diners. By now, almost everyone in the house had caught wind that some of the Avengers and their friends were eating at the back, and most of them knew that a few had had some kind of food poisoning, but it was still a shock to see the most famous of them all appear in the centre of the main hall. In her rush, Natasha tripped on the leg of an old lady's chair and went sprawling.
The fall hadn't hurt too bad, but it had made staying dry even harder. Slowly, agonisingly, the mighty Black Widow got to her feet, surrounded by people who knew who she was and knew that she was about to have an accident. She glanced around the room in a panic for one last-ditch escape route. Wanda was there, staggering back in through the fire escape, being berated by a member of staff who was closing the door behind her. Over at the main entrance a gaggle of guests were blocking the path, watching the scene unfold like vultures. Jemma Simmons was among them, wide-eyed, holding a heavy mess in place in the back of her piss-soaked jeans and wishing there was anything she could do. No escape. Fuck.
Nat turned back the way she came, but knew that would be no escape. Everyone had followed her- Okoye, with Shuri clinging to her side. Pepper, eyes red and puffy. Gamora and Mantis, standing close together, watching on horrified. Nebula was hot on their heels, being chased by a furious manager who wanted to know why there was a dump in his potted plant. The other S.H.I.E.L.D agents appeared in a gap in the crowd, and Hope Van Dyne, looking as though she wished she could be anywhere else in the world. At the back of the room, Carol and Valkyrie emerged, one red-faced, the other unnervingly cool. There was nowhere for Natasha to go, nowhere for her to hide, and she was trapped in the middle of several hundred wealthy New Yorkers. And that was the moment her body gave in.
Her piss didn't just leak out- it exploded, a waterfall of hot, salty yellow. Within a second, the front of her jeans was utterly saturated, a whole different colour to the rest of the fabric, liquid escaping from every available hole and spraying onto the expensive carpet. That was nothing, though, compared to what was happening at the other end. Just as she had predicted earlier, Natasha's mess wasn't solid, or shapely: it squirted out in every direction, filling her panties like mud being poured into a bag. All Nat could do was stand there and moan in relief as hundreds of pairs of shocked eyes took in every last detail. They all saw the way she flicked her hair out of her face and squatted, defeated. They couldn't miss the stench oh her diarrhoea, a vile odour that filled the room. There was no mistaking the sounds of her soaking wet farts, which sounded so strange and unladylike coming from such a powerful, beautiful woman. And each and every person in that room got a good look at the puddle- no, the pool- which formed on the carpet around her ruined shoes, a pool that was so dense and rapid that the floor couldn't soak it up in time. Every few seconds, another lump of loose poop would tumble out of her panties and onto the floor, but there was still plenty filling her underwear, squishing up against her bare skin. She lost track of time as her bladder and bowels took control from her brain, but Nat knew that by the time her stream finally began to die down, she'd been going for at least a minute.
Looking around, Natasha saw that her worst fears had come true- phones were out, cameras, flashes of light. This would be on the internet within minutes. It wasn't fair- she'd held out longer than anyone, and she'd had to pee a river too, but she'd been forced to have the most humiliating, most public accident of them all. Shame drowned her heart- Clint would see this. His wife and kids would see this. There was no chance she would ever be able to forget it. She stood up straight, opened her mouth as if to speak, and closed it abruptly. For the first time, she couldn't think of anything to say that would make things better. Instead, the world-feared Black Widow turned around and walked back towards her friends, leaving an enormous mess of piss and runny poop behind her.
"Oh, fuck," she said when they got back to the table, "I can't believe that just happened. I can't believe I just messed myself," she felt on the verge of tears.
Jemma was the last to return, heading over to their original seats. At some point during the whole ordeal, their desserts had arrived. Nobody felt much like eating. There was a hand on her back- Wanda's.
"It's ok, Nat," she said reassuringly (or at least, in a voice that she hoped was reassuring), "you're far from the only one with a... a log in their pants". Nat wasn't ready to find humour in the situation, but Valkyrie chuckled.
"It's easy for you to laugh," Okoye said sternly, "you and Carol made it".
"Excuse me? Made it?" Carol asked, spinning around. At this, Natasha really did have to stifle a laugh. Carol's entire butt was smeared in a deep brown stain, and her once-tight jeans bulged prominently.
"Okay, maybe you didn't make it," Jemma said, "But I did a poo in front of the whole restaurant, that has to be worse than your accident".
"Not worse than mine," Shuri mumbled, "these were my favourite panties".
"Oh, yeah," Valkyrie said, "that reminds me, we should probably get going now".
"Sounds good to me, I need to clean," agreed Hope, "but why?"
"Because I took a dump in the sink, and I just saw the manager go in there..."
"Shit!" Pepper gasped, eyes wide, "are you serious?"
"Sorry! I was desperate," Valkyrie said innocently.
"Dammit, okay," Pepper said, "let's get the hell out of here".
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Hop finished his third glass of soda he listened to his brother Leon pontificate on the virtues of Mega Charizard X vs. Mega Charizard Y, though considering that mega evolution was banned in Galar competitions Hop was only listening halfheartedly. Leon had just returned from an international competition and Hop, dying to hear about the elite trainers from foreign nations, had offered to buy him dinner. Their drinks had barely arrived when Hop made an unfortunate comment about Charizard’s competitive viability (Leon had lost in striking fashion to a champion named Cynthia and her stealth rock-wielding Garchomp), which led to a 40 minute (40 minute!!) digression on everything Charizard related. They had finished their meal, and Hop was getting ready to call it a loss when Leon sat up suddenly. “Man, am I boring you with this Charizard talk? Sorry bro, you know I can get a little carried away…” He smiled apologetically and scratched his head, “Let’s get a round of beers and I’ll tell you what you really wanted to hear about.” Hop enthusiastically agreed; he wasn’t technically of legal drinking age, but nobody was going to question the former champion. As the waitress brought pints for each of them Hop felt a pang in his bladder, haven’t gone since I woke up, but if I go to the loo now there’s no telling what Leon will be talking about when I get back… stiff upper lip it is, then.
Two beers later the brothers were finally wrapping up. As the conversation slowed Hop became aware of just how badly he needed to take a piss. He looked around and realized with a jolt that the restaurant had a grand total of 0 restrooms what the, are there no toilets here? What kind of bloody restaurant doesn’t have a loo in 2020?. “Oy, let’s bugger off” he suggested to Leon, who nodded and signed the bill (he had agreed to pay in the end, “like I’m going to make my little bro pay for my meal!”) Unfortunately, given Leon’s popularity, the brothers attracted attention wherever they went, and Hop didn’t dare cross his legs or hold his crotch. Everyone has a cell phone, can’t risk someone getting a pic of an up and coming trainer holding himself like a little kid. He forced himself to walk straight through the restaurant and outside. Hop turned to his brother, “hey, before we go back I really need to…” He was cut off by a loud and obnoxiously familiar voice “YOU!” Hop turned in agony to see Galar’s newest gym leader Bede striding towards them. Hop groaned inwardly not now, why does this twat show up at the worst possible times. Bede sneered at him “I notice you didn’t participate in the international, not surprising though considering the state your team is in.” In spite of his desperate bladder Hop rose to the bait, “says the guy who only got his gym as a consolation prize from a senile old lady obsessed with pink.” Bede snapped at this, “alright then, face me here and now, 6v6” he turned to the growing crowd, “how about it, you guys wanna see an exhibition match?” The crowd roared its approval and Hop went into a panic shit, this is NOT happening, gahhhh but Bede really pisses me off... reckon I can end it quick anyhow.
“Slyveon, wish!” As Slyveon complied with Bede’s command Hop wanted to scream, this fucking twat is just stalling, if I hadn’t been so distracted that I lost Corviknight I… a spasm hit him and it took every ounce of will not to grab his crotch, but he was pretty sure he had leaked a few drops. Shit, can’t believe I’m actually leaking, I think I’m gonna have to throw the match, whyyyy is this happening to me???. "Dubwool, used, er... growl!" Hop could hear the murmurs of the crowd at this ('did he just say growl?!' 'This is some bug catcher-tier shit'). Even with Hop deliberately making bad moves it took Bede an agonizingly long time to finish him. Hop was certain he would read about his humiliating defeat on local blogs soon enough, but if he didn’t get out of there a lost battle would be the least of his worries. Still, the crowd had grown large by now and he refused to compound his humiliation by making a dash for the toilets even after his defeat, c’mon Hop, you’re 15, and who’s heard of a 15 year old pissing their trousers, you can hold it as long as you have to, it’s just gonna be right painful. He speed-walked to the subway, his nonplussed brother in tow.
It had gotten late, and the subway was mercifully empty. The bumps and the cold air, however, brought Hop to the breaking point, causing him to leak a few drops every 20 seconds or so. He didn’t think his dark pants showed anything (he didn’t dare look), but he knew his boxers were getting pretty damp. Shit, if I don’t do something I…I might actually have an accident. Leon was watching his brother’s obvious discomfort and finally spoke up, “hey bro, you feelin’ alright?” Alone with Leon, Hop finally gave in and crossed his legs, pushing his hand into his crotch, “I have to take a piss, it’s, uh, it’s pretty bad” Hop reddened at this admission, but there was no use hiding it from Leon, who put an arm around him, “Just hang in there, we’ll be at our station in 10 mins, you can use the loo there.” Truthfully Hop wasn’t sure he could last 10 minutes, but he managed to hold on until their train came to a stop, finally, at Wedgehurst.
Hop flew from the train and sprinted to the bathroom, he felt himself starting to leak again but ran up the stairs and round the corner to the toilets. He reached the door and was horrified to find it locked, with a sign “no public access after 9pm, see attendant for key,” dancing around desperately he ran to the attendant’s booth, only to find it empty fuck, probably out having a smoke or something, who leaves an attendant booth unattended! At that moment he felt urine crawling up his dick, despite his best efforts to pull it back. Some part of him knew that if he started going, he wouldn’t be able to stop. He looked at the outside door, should I just go outside in the dirt, what do I, fuck what do I… the piss hovered at the tip of his dick for a moment, and tears formed in his eyes as the pee started to spill out at a steady pace. Oh my God, I’m actually pissing myself, this can’t be happening… Hop was horrified to realize that he was now crying in earnest, great, now I’m sobbing too, I feel like a fucking 5 year old he thought miserably as he sunk to the floor. Leon finally made it up the steps and took in the situation at a glance, turning a deep red but walking calmly to his brother. “Here” he said gently, wrapping his cape around Hop’s waist like a skirt, “you should have said something earlier” he chuckled. “I didn’t want to embarrass you” Hop sniffled, rubbing his eye and regaining his composure. Leon sighed, “C’mon, you know I’ve always got your back, you shouldn’t worry about me.” He ruffled Hop’s hair affectionately, “Mom and Dad are probably asleep by now and this place is empty, this will be our secret.” He helped Hop up and put his arm around his shoulder, walking out of the station and leaving a large puddle for an unfortunate attendant. |
Hey all, so I've been working on this for a while now but haven't had time with this pandemic so I said I'd post chapter 1 if I finished chapter 2 to stay ahead of it but I decided to just go ahead and post what I had. It's based on a video game, XCOM 2. Hope you enjoy.
From: Central
To: Commander
Subject: File on Callsign: “Quiet”
Date: 2/12/2035
Welcome back, Commander. I’m sending you a dossier on each of our field agents. The first is for Lieutenant Jane Kelly, callsign “Quiet.” She is a gifted leader and one of our top-ranked agents.
Jane Kelly is a 30 year old born in Ireland, though she spent her childhood in the United States. She was ten when the aliens invaded. Her parents sent her back to Ireland early in the alien occupation to keep her safe. Their actions likely saved her life as they were killed shortly after in a raid to round up rebels.
Jane organically put together a squad of resistance fighters to carry out raids and thefts from ADVENT in Ireland. They called themselves “Children of the Earth” and soon became the hub of resistance in Europe. While the organisation did not have the might or tactical success of, say, the Reapers, the Skirmishers, or the Templars (see attached documents for resistance cell reports), they became a symbol of hope for Europeans who wanted to stand up to ADVENT. This put her at the top of ADVENT’s list to capture and kill.
XCOM made rescuing her a top priority, both to gain a talented agent and to prevent extinguishing hope for European resistance fighters. We rescued her from a holding cell in a prison where they did not even provide basic bathroom services. Despite being imprisoned, interrogated, and wearing soiled pants [Shen note: is this detail necessary?], Kelly immediately joined in the combat when freed. After the battle, she and her organisation joined forces with XCOM, uniting European resistance with Asian, given our base in India and connections to Chinese resistance.
Lieutenant Kelly is self-trained in combat and excels at close quarters combat, whether that be hand-to-hand, swordplay with her custom sword, or her trusty shotgun.
From: Jane Kelly
To: Commander
Subject: Propaganda Initiative
Date: 3/17/2035
Congratulations on yet another successful mission, Commander. I’m emailing with a request. As you know, our number of recruits has swelled with recent successes, but when we make contact with new resistance cells, their soldiers are majority male. I think women are often pushed away from combat, either by male leaders or by internalised stereotypes. In order to encourage more women to join the resistance and maybe our ranks at XCOM, I would like to form and lead an all-female squad. Given our new propaganda center, I think we can spread word of our successful missions far and wide. I’ve included a summary of who I would want on the squad in addition to myself. Note that I am asking for one of your coveted new psi operatives - it’s imperative to show women can do anything.
Frances “Deep Six” Edwards, UK, grenadier
Sergeant Edwards was an early member of Children of the Earth. She was discovered by Jane Kelly through innocuous actions of resistance, like graffiti and vandalism, but soon displayed a propensity for explosives in combat. She served as Lieutenant Kelly’s grenadier and explosives expert. At age 27, she joined XCOM alongside Lieutenant Kelly.
Marguerite “Snake Eyes” Dupont, France, assault
Corporal Dupont was a relative newcomer to Children of the Earth when Jane Kelly joined XCOM. Kelly had only recently expanded their resistance efforts from the British islands to France, and Corporal Dupont was already personally fighting ADVENT where she could, such as sabotaging supply runs and fuel depots. Now an XCOM agent at age 26, Corporal Dupont specialises in close quarters combat, like Lieutenant Kelly.
Xuanji “Doc” Jiang, China, support
Lieutenant Jiang is a 29 year old medic from China. Her original schooling was in medicine, but she quit medical school to join the resistance when we first expanded from our home base in India to connect with a resistance cell in China. That early on in the newly reformed XCOM, we needed everyone to do double duty so Jiang participated in combat missions to provide medical support. She was surprisingly proficient at combat and has been a field medic ever since.
Bridget “Oracle” McGregor, Scotland, psi operative
Corporal McGregor, at the young age of 23, is one of our first psionic operatives. The original XCOM had cracked the secret in developing psionic powers, such as mind control (and to note the surviving original psi operatives from that first wave now form the resistance cell “Templars,” whom we are trying to locate and connect with), but it was only recently that we re-developed the technology. Given that, we have only three combat-ready operatives and McGregor is the only one who is female. Despite her Scottish origins, she single-handedly tracked down XCOM to Asia and rose the ranks of on-the-ground resistance until she had gained enough notoriety for us to make contact. She had heard of XCOM and traveled halfway across the world to join. This steely determination was a factor to her latent potential for psionic powers - willpower seems to be a prerequisite.
[Eyes only classified note: McGregor is an accomplished psi operative with immense powers. However, the development of psionic abilities has been negatively correlated with her bladder control. Our researchers are mystified as to why these things seem to be related. This may warrant future study before training new psi operatives.]
From: Commander
To: Jane Kelly
Subject: RE: Propaganda Initiative
Date: 3/17/2035
Request approved. Your first mission is tomorrow.
Wyvern Squad’s five women, led by Jane Kelly, represented the first generation to grow up under alien rule. They were all children when the aliens made first contact. A collection of multiple species acting on behalf of a shadowy group called “the Elders” had invaded with far superior technology and firepower. Humanity, under a united front called XCOM (Extraterrestrial Combat Unit) had put up a tough fight and almost won, but a final push eradicated the XCOM HQ. The aliens installed a puppet world government called ADVENT and humans continued a sham of an existence for the next twenty years.
XCOM had spent the last twenty years rebuilding itself, and with the Avenger aircraft complete, they had the mobile base to spread their wings - literally. Successes came fast against an ADVENT who weren’t expecting this capacity from the resistance. They had to press on while they still had the advantage. They had united resistance cells across Asia and Europe under a single banner and next set their sights on uniting two of the most famous resistance cells, who also famously hated each other - the Skirmishers somewhere in the Pacific islands or Australia and the Reapers in North America.
First, though, Wyvern had to test their mettle as a new squad. They all knew each other, being soldiers for XCOM now for multiple years, but they had never fought together before. Now Jane looked at the soldiers she would lead as they sat together and chatted casually in the barracks. Jane felt a sense of pride at the fact that there were no men in the barracks at the moment - she was sick and tired of people assuming women would avoid the front lines. Just because the world was on hold since 2015 doesn’t mean equality had gone out the window! Unfortunately, a war for survival didn’t leave much room for feminist theory, especially when the aliens cracked down hard on academia and activists.
She gave a little cough and every eye was immediately on her and the room quieted down. “Thank you. You’ve all been briefed as to why our squad was formed. Thank you for accepting. If we prove successful, we will be the posters to recruit the girls of today to be the resistance fighters of tomorrow. But first a mission to prove we’re capable. It’s straightforward. An ADVENT train full of supplies has been stopped in its tracks by local resistance forces in rural China. They of course are on high alert and looking for an attack, but we can’t let this opportunity to pass. The train is in an isolated place with no civilians and we have a window before ADVENT reinforcements arrive. We will neutralise defending forces and claim the supplies for ourselves and local resistance fighters. Any questions?”
They had all read the mission briefing so this was no surprise or questions. Good. Professionals. Kelly ordered, “Great. Let’s move out.”
The five soldiers packed up their final gear and boarded the Skyranger transport aircraft. Lieutenant Kelly already had her armor on, a light blue-grey outfit made out of leather-like material. It could deflect the occasional plasma shot, but most importantly it gave her the flexibility for fast-paced close quarters combat. She adjusted her baseball cap, which was intertwined with her brown ponytail - the hat served no combat purpose, but it was her signature look. Something that would help combat was her weapons. She sheathed a short blade behind her back, glowing red with electrical energy. She also picked out her trusty shotgun and stowed it on the Skyranger.
Sergeant Edwards had shoulder-length straight blonde hair and wore a stiffer tan metallic armor due to her work with explosives. Her arms and legs had metal plates that served her well in case of an explosive mishap or minor gunfire. She stowed a grenade launcher and a magnetic cannon that functioned almost like a minigun with rapid fire.
Corporal Dupont also had a shotgun, like Lieutenant Kelly, but her uniform was more regulation tan with the XCOM logo emblazoned above her right breast and her pants a tan-and-grey cotton. Her hair was darker brown than Kelly’s and was shaved off on the right half of her head but went down to her shoulder on the left.
Lieutenant Jiang had brown metal-plated armor and a standard rifle. Her extra gadgets were the supply of medkits and a GREMLIN drone, which could attack mechanical enemies with an electrical burst, hack alien technology, or deliver basic medical services. Like Kelly, she put her jet-black hair in a ponytail.
Corporal McGregor wore a much sleeker uniform, with tan metallic and curvy grey plates over a form-fitting high-tech black one piece suit designed to amplify her psionic abilities. Additionally, she carried a standard rifle. Her hair was also in a ponytail, one of the only hairstyles military combat would allow with long hair, but it was completely white - a side effect of the psionic process.
With everyone aboard, the Skyranger took off. The main aircraft, the Avenger, had to station itself in a discreet part of China so their attack would be at least somewhat a surprise. They had an hour-long flight ahead of them. As they strapped into their seats, Jiang joked, “Hope you all used the bathroom beforehand.”
Some laughed. McGregor grimaced a little. Her suit hid it well, but ever since her development of psionic abilities, her ability to control her bladder, especially in combat, had plummeted. The scientists had no idea why. The other two psionic operatives were male and had no problems.
Marguerite Dupont also looked a little nervous. She was a relative newcomer to combat, and had discovered she regularly leaked and even on occasion pooped a little in combat. She always had a small bladder, but the stress of gunfire exacerbated it. She had never had an accident bad enough for others to notice, but she couldn’t help but feel it was inevitable.
Jiang’s comment made Jane Kelly realise she actually did not go beforehand. She was so caught up on leading her new squad that she forgot. She didn’t usually have bladder problems, but she remembered vividly her repeated accidents in the ADVENT holding cell, a combination of the lack of bathroom and their torture interrogation. She could feel a twinge in her bladder but hoped it wouldn’t get any more serious than that.
Kelly addressed the squad. “So as you know, XCOM now has a propaganda budget. So, if this goes according to plan, we may have a photoshoot after. In future missions, Lieutenant Jiang’s GREMLIN drone may record footage for distribution.”
Dupont joked, “Get my good side. I’m bald on the other side.”
Her French accent meant it took a second for others to get her joke, but they chuckled along. Truth be told, despite their combat experience and the simple mission, it was hard NOT to get nervous before every mission. A silence fell upon the squad. Sgt. Edwards checked over her gear again to calm her nerves. Jiang was rereading the mission briefing. Kelly absent-mindedly crossed her legs. Dupont and Edwards made some small talk, since they had been in Children of the Earth together prior to joining XCOM, but the others stayed quiet. Kelly wondered if she should have focused more on team-building, but in her experience killing aliens was the best way to learn to trust each other. The friendships would follow.
An hour went by and Firebrand announced they had arrived. The back of the aircraft opened up and the five soldiers rappelled to the ground in a clearing in the middle of a forest. They immediately left the clearing to take cover behind the trees, scanning their surroundings. They were clear, for the moment. They regrouped and Jane Kelly led them towards the tracks where the train was stopped. They made their way slowly and quietly to keep an eye out for any patrols.
It was slow going in the woods and by the time they were within eyesight of the train, it had been half an hour. Kelly could feel a constant and pressing need in her bladder and Dupont was feeling the urge as well. However, it would have to wait as they finally saw their first patrol. Kelly raised a fist to bring everyone to a halt. A squad of three ADVENT officers, probably troops from the train, were walking leisurely in front of them, oblivious. There were two standard troops, decked in full black body armor, and a red-armored officer. They were presumably human, but their helmets covered their entire faces except their mouths, and rumors ran amuck that they were genetically mutated or alien entirely. Either way, they would be immediately hostile.
Jane Kelly quietly unsheathed her sword and pointed to Dupont and McGregor. She put a finger up to her lips to be quiet and pointed at their respective targets. The three of them crept forward behind the unsuspecting squad. Soon, they were right behind the troops and Kelly and Dupont grabbed the two grunts at the same time, stabbing them with a sword and a combat knife, respectively. The officer turned around but McGregor held him in a stasis bubble before he could alert others before overwhelming the officer’s brain with her psionic powers, overwhelming and killing the officer. They had taken down that squad without a single hiccup.
The rest jogged up to join them and they continued their progress to the train. They soon reached the edge of the woods as the train tracks lay before them. Sure enough, an ADVENT train was stopped dead on its tracks. There were about ten carriages. On their side, they saw a variety of ADVENT troopers standing at attention along the length of the train, looking for an attack from precisely where they were. She counted eight regular troopers, a shield-bearer (someone who could muster an energy shield for surrounding troops), and an officer. She turned to Jiang next to her. “I count ten on this side.”
Jiang nodded in agreement. “Who knows how many more are either inside or on the other side.”
Kelly whispered to the rest of Wyvern squad. “They’re expecting an ambush, so we got to get creative. We have no idea how many more troops there are beyond what’s here and it’s too time consuming to scout far enough to find a spot on the tracks we can cross to the other side. Here’s my plan. We will coordinate throwing in our grenades at the ten troops on this side. Make sure to take out the shield bearer and preferably the officer as well. This will drive the troops to head into the woods to find us. We should hide behind various trees a few trees deep and then shoot them in the back when they pass us. Any questions?”
Everyone looked set on the plan. All five of them carried a frag grenade with them. They crouch-walked up to the closest they could get while remaining behind trees and bushes. A silence hung in the air before Kelly shouted, “Now!”
Five grenades sailed into the air. Kelly and the others did not wait to see the exact casualties as they backpedaled as to not get hit accidentally by wild gunfire. They all picked a particularly girthy tree to hide behind. The screams amidst the explosions told them their grenades inflicted some pain and gunfire followed them into the woods. The gunfire, however, was not because they saw who it was but sheer guesswork. A few seconds later, they could hear ADVENT troops plunge into the woods to find them.
McGregor gripped her rifle tightly, her heart beating wildly. She had been in multiple combat missions, but the fear and adrenaline was overwhelming at the start every time. She could hear footsteps and prepared to shoot. As she waited, she could vaguely feel a warmth spread down her legs and she knew she was peeing involuntarily. This now happened every time there was just a tiny bit of action. Fortunately, her black bodysuit and tan metal armor did not stain and it merely soaked through the suit and rolled down the armor. No one was about to look at her legs or the muddy soil beneath her. She refocused on the two troops that had just ran past her tree, one to her left and one to her right. She raised her rifle and aimed expertly before firing a single shot left then right. Both shots went cleanly through their heads and both soldiers went down. She couldn’t help be bemused at how much she looked like a professional soldier in that moment and how much she didn’t in the moment before.
The others took down their marks as well. Jiang was like McGregor and using a standard rifle and took down her own target quickly. Dupont and Kelly pumped lead with shotguns into a soldier each while Edwards mowed down two with her minigun. There were no injuries, nor a single shot even coming close to hitting them.
They had taken down seven soldiers when the gunfire died down. After a brief pause, Kelly crept out of cover and crouch walked back to the train, knowing there would be more troops. As they came close to the tracks where the trees ended, she dove back into cover. She could see several bodies, including the shield bearer and the officer, but an additional three troops had taken cover on top of the train waiting for them while two more stood in front, guns pointed at the trees. Kelly looked to the others. There was nothing to it - they had to take them down the old fashioned way. She gave a nod and burst out of cover, blasting her shotgun. The aggressive tactic worked to surprise the troops for a split second and in that second she had killed the closest soldier.
Dupont did the same and killed the other soldier on ground level. She then sprinted to the train, not having a clear shot at the troops above and hoping her comrades would take care of them. She heard a bullet whiz past her ear and she felt an involuntary bladder spasm as her underwear got soaked. The split second spurt stopped, though, and she reached the train without any more mishaps. She looked up and saw the other three troops fall dead.
Behind her, Edwards had suppressed the troops above with her minigun, buying McGregor and Jiang time to take aim and take out all three soldiers on the roof in rapid succession. The only shot they had gotten off was the one that went past Dupont’s head. Jane Kelly nodded approvingly. This squad got the job done. She wished this mission was video recorded for propaganda use.
Kelly crossed the train between two carriages and peeked her head out the other side. There were no soldiers lying in wait and she gave the others a thumbs up. They headed to the front of the train and found the cabin empty – unsurprising, the train system was mostly automated. They pried the first carriage open and were greeted by an empty barracks. The second was also barracks while the third was a kitchen. The fourth was more interesting… it was the officer's desk. Kelly's time in the resistance made her adept at finding intelligence. Chances are she could find troop movements or leads for local resistance. She told the others to move on while she searched.
The other four troops pressed on. The next carriage was promising – it was their munitions. If they had room they would definitely take some weapons and ammunition. The room after, though, was what they were hoping for. In it was exotic resources like alien metal alloys and elerium Crystal’s, both useful for researching new technology, manufacturing, and helping power the Avenger. The carriage was a maze of crates and they peaked in each to be certain of the contents.
Jiang was about to pass the last set of crates when a soldier jumped out to attack from behind the crates. Xuanji had admittedly let her guard down a little and was startled, letting out a rude sounding fart before she jumped into action. She pushed the soldier back and pulled up her rifle, gunning him down before he could return fire. The other two came running over but saw it was clear already. Edwards asked, “You okay?” Jiang nodded. “You three finish the search. I’ll sort this and the munitions carriage for pick-up.”
When the others left, Jiang let out another fart. The first had awoken her bowels and she realized she needed to go. She would have to hold it through the pick up process and the flight back to the Avenger.
The rest of the search and pick up went smoothly. Soon they were back in the Skyranger, which was hauling crates tied on and hanging from the bottom of the aircraft and also inside where the five women sat. Despite the mission success, the women were all uncomfortable for similar reasons. McGregor could feel her military standard full cut white panties sticking to her due to their wetness and she shifted in her seat continuously. Dupont could feel a damp patch in her own underwear and her grey and tan pants and also felt a growing need in her bowels in addition to her desperate urge to pee. Kelly had not leaked yet, but she too tapped her foot and crossed her legs in desperation. Xuanji, meanwhile, felt her bowels bearing down and did her best to hold it in, not wanting to even fart in the tight quarters. Edwards was perhaps the only one without a desperate need to go or an accident, though she did start to feel a fullness in her bladder.
The uncomfortableness only got worse over their one hour flight. Jane Kelly kept her legs tightly crossed the whole flight, but beyond that and her foot tapping, she tried not to show her desperation. Marguerite was a little more obvious, her hand in her crotch and she could feel the dampness. She needed the extra help as she had to go both ways. Xuanji Jiang ground her butt into her seat, sweating from the effort of clenching her butt. They were silent the whole flight, all focused on their own issues. When they arrived, they had to wait a few more agonizing minutes as the staff on the Avenger unloaded the supplies. Kelly felt herself leak a little in anticipation of the bathroom and Dupont also felt warmth in her fingers. They finally could exit the ship and walked out of the docking bay. Xuanji waited to be last and as she walked out let out a much needed low whistle of a fart. Unfortunately, her desperation meant at the end of the fart the tip of her log slipped out and she caught it, now with poop threatening to touch cotton.
To the internal horror of all of them, a civilian staff in charge of their propaganda greeted them. He said, “Congratulations on the mission! Let me get a couple group photos before you unpack.”
They had no excuse, since this was part of their mission as well, to inspire women. So they stood together on the docking bay of the aircraft, an outdoor platform, hoisting their guns in the various poses the photographer asked for. They tried their best to look badass, though Dupont crossed her legs frantically between shots. Kelly tried to look more stoic but was punished with another leak for pretending not to be desperate. They both hoped their wet spots weren't visible. On their last group shot, which was at attention saluting, Jiang felt her bowels push again and felt the first half of her log push out, definitely hitting her underwear. The outdoor air meant no one picked up on the odor… yet. The photographer said, “Alright, individual poses then you’re good.”
To the others' disappointment, he called upon Edwards first, the only one who didn't need to either go or clean up. He told her to pose standing sideways, puffing out her chest. After, he picked McGregor, who posed simply at attention with her gun. She tried to look as professional as possible but could still feel how wet her underwear and black bodysuit were. After her, the photographer got Kelly in a pose where she was reaching back for her sword. The stretch of her arm and standing still was too much for her tired bladder and as the photographer took the photos, she felt a second-long spurt escape, followed soon by a two second spurt. She was grateful her pants were two-toned and the region around her crotch and inner thighs were darker blue, as she was certain her pants were wet. She could feel her soaked underwear and dribbles rolling down her legs.
When the photographer was done, Kelly speed walked to the locker room. Xuanji was next and the photographer wanted a bizarre and perhaps slightly racist kung fu-esque pose of kicking at the camera. Jiang was trained in martial arts but was reluctant to do the pose. After some back and forth, she gave in and did a high kick and the photographer grabbed the shot. Unfortunately, Jiang felt the first turd halfway out finish escaping due to her exertion. She hoped a bulge was not visible from the back and hurried off before the rest escaped.
Dupont was luckier as the photographer asked for s stoic pose with her shotgun. She only had to stand still and look to the side. This was already too much, though, and she felt another spurt escape. When she held that in, a silent fart escaped and she hoped the photographer did not smell it. She clenched her butt before more escaped. Finally, she was allowed to leave. She left for the barracks, her gait slightly bow-legged due to her wet crotch and thighs.
In the locker room, McGregor was storing her armor and was down to her skintight Black under armor. It showed nothing but she knew if she changed into civilian clothes her wet underwear would be visible to the rest of the squad, so she took the clothes to a stall to change. Unzipping her suit revealed a pair of plain white underwear with a drying yellow stain halfway up her crotch and almost entirely covering her backside. While she changed, Edwards casually stored her weapons and gear and took the second stall. Due to the limited space of the ship and the small number of female soldiers, there were only two stalls. Edward’s was not desperate, but she casually took this moment to empty both her bladder and her bowels.
Kelly came into the locker room next and saw the stalls taken. She cursed under her breath and headed to her locker to put her weapons away. As she closed the locker, she felt yet another spurt and felt warmth along her legs. She felt her pants and could tell there was a dinner sized wet spot in the front and the wetness went down to her knees on the inside of her thighs. She looked down and saw the wetness was faint, though, thanks to the dark blue coloring. Past her thighs, though, was light blue and she knew any wetness would immediately show on that.
As she hobbled to wait by the stalls, Jiang walked in rather bow-legged. Kelly was too self conscious of her own ongoing accident to look too closely but a visible clementine sized bulge could be seen from Jiang. She saw the line and slowly put her own stuff away to avoid getting too close. The sticky mess shifted as she moved and her ears burned with embarrassment. She had to focus on holding back the rest of her load, though.
Eventually, McGregor was in her civvies, a t-shirt and sweatpants, with no underwear. She hid it folded inside her folded suit. She flushed, pretending she had used the bathroom, and exited. She avoided eye contact with Jane who was busy doing the same and rushing into the stall. McGregor made her way to the laundry facilities and avoided making eye contact the whole way.
Inside the stall, Kelly felt herself leak again and couldn't stop it. Her bladder sensed relief was near and had let go. A constant dribble began and Kelly yanked her pants down. Her underwear did not follow but she sat anyway and peed through them. She looked mournfully at her yellowed underwear and wet pants.
Outside, Jiang lined up by the stalls as Dupont entered. She saw the line and did the same as Jiang and Kelly to store her weaponry. As she bent down to put away her knife, she felt the first half of a log escape. She straightened up quickly and clenched to stop the progress but another spurt from her bladder now escaped. She crossed her legs as she stood. She looked down and could easily see now a wet spot the size of a fist on her tan pants.
Dupont sighed and knew she had no choice but to line up behind Jiang. To her surprise, as she approached, she could see a tightly clenched ass and a small bulge. She realized she was not the only one losing it…
Edwards flushed, signifying she was wrapping up. The urgency ratcheted up and Dupont could see the bulge start to grow as Jiang lost it in anticipation. The bulge grew slowly and by the time Edwards walked out it was the size of an orange. Dupont lost another spurt in sympathy.
Jiang rushed in and pulled her pants down. It was too complicated to pull down her messy panties so she sat and finished pooping. The bulge grew and some fell out into the bowl.
The sounds drove Dupont mad and she lost control of her bowels. She held on to her bladder, mostly, as she held her crotch and tightly crossed her legs, but a three second spurt still escaped as she pooped, the crackling and farting joining the sounds of Jiang. At that point, Kelly had slipped off her underwear and put her pants back on. She had her wet underwear balled up and hidden inside her hand and walked out quickly to avoid detection. Dupont had other worries though and inched her way into the stall as she pooped. She closed the stall, removing her hands, which released her bladder. She pulled down her pants and underwear and finished peeing in the toilet, but her load was entirely in her underwear. She gingerly dumped her underwear into the toilet as Jiang did the same.
Eventually, both finished cleaning up as best they could. Jiang removed her underwear and tossed it in the bathroom rubbish bin and left first. Dupont made a different call and pulled up her messy underwear and pants. She was headed to her quarters for a change and then the shower and laundry anyway didn’t want to be seen with her underwear in her hands. She grimaced at the messiness and hoped no one noticed the visible wetness on her crotch as she left the bathroom to clean up. |
I appreciate all the kind words! Unfortunately, it's been a very busy few months for work for me, and being in the US things have been... stressful. That being said, I have been making slow progress on this so I thought I'd post a second part. This is likely how this will go - I will very slowly update this for the next few months, so no ETA on a part after that but I do have an idea of where I want this story to go. Anyway, nothing too special but a part 2 for anyone interested.
A few days later, Wyvern squad was given a new mission. Though they all remembered their accidents and were embarrassed, generally no one knew, not even of each others’ (Dupont saw Jiang's but was in no place to comment). As far as command knew, they were utmost professionals who succeeded on a tough mission. In fact, Jane Kelly was promoted to Captain. Kelly and the others met in the barracks to walk through the new mission, this one to be filmed for propaganda footage.
Just like last time, Jane Kelly summarized the mission briefing they received on their datapads. “Okay, time for the big leagues. Last mission was helpful, but this one is do or die. We are uniting the three largest resistance factions by meeting on neutral ground. If we do, we will be uniting the resistance cells across almost all continents and humanity will be under one banner - XCOM. The Templars in Africa should be straightforward - they’re former XCOM. Unfortunately, the Skirmishers in Australia and Reapers in North America hate each other. Hence the need for a delicate meeting.”
She did not need to explain the tension came from the fact that Skirmishers were former ADVENT soldiers. Some of XCOM’s own were hesitant about trusting them. The Reapers, too, specialized in stealth and sabotage and could be brutal in their methods. They would be a difficult sell in terms of propaganda. Kelly continued, “Also unfortunately, the available and accessible neutral ground is South America, with an entirely decentralized resistance that poses no threat to anyone’s ego. So we will be meeting in the abandoned city of Buenos Aires.”
The room knew that was the mission, but there was still hesitancy after that. Frances Edwards noted, “It’s not abandoned, it’s a major center of the Lost.”
The Lost were the stuff of nightmares. A certain form of radiation released by the alien invasion resulted in the reanimation of dead bodies and the transformation of civilians into mindless husks. While most of the sources of radiation had been destroyed, multiple sources still existed in South America, resulting in much of it being a wasteland. The only truly human inhabitants were either along the coast of Brazil, on the southern tip of the continent, or Indigenous people in the Amazon, which meant resistance was extremely localized and not connected to the broader globe. In turn, the aliens also mostly left South America alone, swooping in occasionally to try to put down the Lost to no effect. It was unclear why the aliens would release a biological weapon they could not control.
Kelly nodded. “It’s precisely why no one else will interfere with the meeting and the aliens won’t figure out our plans.”
Marguerite Dupont complained, “The Lost will interfere, they don’t need anyone else’s help!”
Bridget McGregor joked in her Scottish accent, “What’s the deal, Maggie, scared of a little zombie fight?”
Xuanji Jiang chimed in with serious medical feedback. “They’re not zombies because they cannot turn you into one of them. But their attacks can be vicious in large numbers.”
Kelly refocused the meeting. “For whatever reason, command is confident the meeting spot is safe from the Lost. That being said, we have to escort the representatives of the three factions there. Each will have a representative meeting us on the outskirts. The idea is our assistance and facilitation will show our commitment and ease tensions. You will be split into three fireteams and each will have a body camera to collect footage. Our propaganda film of our combat and of the meeting will be used to demonstrate XCOM is the face of the entire world’s resistance when we are ready to go public. So this mission is important in every way. ”
“Bridget, you’re meeting the Templar representative, Yessica Castro. You’re both psionic operatives, so you have something to bond over.”
“Dupont and Jiang, you’re with the Skirmishers. You’re meeting Pratal Mox. He’s the leader of the entire organization, so no pressure. Edwards and I are meeting with the Reaper representative, Anastasia Davydov. Any questions?”
Since they had got their grumblings about dealing with the Lost out of the way, there were no questions. “Good. Head out.”
An hour later, all three squads had dropped. Bridget met with Yessica first, who was guarded by a group of Templars. They were the stuff of legends - the original XCOM psionic operatives, after the alien victory over humanity, they went into hiding in the cradle of humanity. In eastern Africa, detached from the world, they had honed their psionic abilities to the point it replaced guns as their main weapons. While their numbers were small, they had an outsize impact on humanity’s morale and ADVENT’s retaliations.
A group of four Templars appeared from behind bushes and trees to meet Bridget. Yessica was wearing plate armor that looked almost medieval, with ornately decorated leather hanging from the belt, covering the front and back of her lower half. While she had a machine pistol holstered, her true weapons were the gauntlets she could wield as melee weapons due to her psionic abilities. In fact, she and other Templars had honed their psionic abilities so much they didn’t directly need to see - Yessica’s helmet covered her entire face with a metallic dome and a purple circle where her forehead was. This almost non-human appearance added to the Templars’ mystique.
However, when Bridget approached, Yessica took off her helmet to show off a decidedly human face underneath. She had dark brown curly hair to her shoulders that matched her golden brown skin tone. “XCOM, I presume?”
Bridget nodded. “Yes, I’m Bridget. I presume you’re the Yessica I should be escorting to the meeting?”
Yessica nodded. She gestured to the others. “They escorted me here, but I understand there can be only one representative at the meeting. You and I will proceed together.”
Bridget nodded and they headed into the abandoned city, the other Templars returning to the wilderness. Yessica noted, “You have the gift, don’t you?”
It took Bridget a moment to understand. “Yes… they rebooted the psionic training. It’s only recently that we rediscovered the technology.”
Yessica nodded. “It’s good they have. We’ll need every edge to defeat ADVENT.”
While Yessica was kind to Bridget, she did not seem the type for small talk and they had nothing else to discuss. They proceeded deeper into the city in silence, checking for the Lost with each corner.
Frances and Jane were dropped off a little ways from the rendezvous point and slowly made their way through the woods. They entered a clearing when ten guns poked out of the trees and pointed straight at them. Jane showed no sense of panic and put her fist up to signal Sergeant Edwards to stop.
One person stepped into the clearing. She was dressed in what seemed to be a black leather coat with a hood and her face was covered in a gas mask. She noted the XCOM insignia, a pentagon with an x through it and three stars above the Earth. “Captain Kelly.”
Kelly nodded and lowered her own weapon. The woman slung her wooden sniper rifle over her shoulder and the others lowered their gun. She took off her mask, revealing a pale, freckled face and red hair. “So you are who is taking us to this… meeting.”
She sounded disdainful at the word meeting. “My name is Anastasia Davydov and I will represent the Reapers. We will see if your Skirmisher friends are to be trusted. But we should head quickly - the Lost likely already sense our presence.”
The Reapers were known as brutal insurgents who used stealth to their advantage. Unlike the Templars, they were extremely controversial, with ADVENT propaganda labeling them terrorists and fearmongering the public into obedience due to their threat. But it could not be denied that they were large, well organized, and armed to the teeth. And since XCOM was, in fact, an insurgent terrorist group from ADVENT’s perspective, there was no hesitation from XCOM to work with them. Kelly and Edwards nodded to Davydov’s prompting to follow her. They made it past the clearing as the other Reapers watched from behind. The trio soon reached the edge of the city and plunged in towards the meeting point.
On the other side of the city, Xuanji and Marguerite tentatively approached their rendezvous point with the Skirmishers on the edge of the city with guns drawn, expecting anything. The Skirmishers probably were the toughest sell for all resistance fighters. The first group were former ADVENT soldiers who had managed to disconnect their neural chips that allowed the aliens to control them. The first freed soldiers were by accident, it is believed. They began recruiting more by removing their neural implants. The fact that these were former ADVENT that knew how ADVENT worked made them particularly effective insurgents. However, they were physically augmented so they no longer looked like humans without their helmets, and this plus their former role meant very few humans trusted them. For all their intent, Xuanji and Marguerite could not help but have this bias in the back of their minds.
Suddenly, they both heard footsteps coming towards them. They raised their guns as an ADVENT soldier came running around the corner. However, before they could fire, a hook penetrated the soldier from behind and pulled the soldier back. Jiang and Dupont chased after and saw the source of the hook - a man dressed in a modified white ADVENT armor who knelt down to approach the hooked soldier. Without remorse, the man retracted the hooks and used them to stab the soldier in the neck, killing him. He then turned to face Jiang and Dupont. “You must be Lieutenant Jiang and Corporal Dupont.”
The two nodded. The man took off his helmet, showing his mutated face. His eyes were yellow and he was entirely bald, two circular wrinkles outlining his forehead. Both XCOM operatives suppressed a shudder at the obvious perversion of a human face. The Skirmisher continued, “Good. I am Pratal Mox. I will be the Skirmishers’ representative at this meeting. We should go before more ADVENT arrive.”
Jiang and Dupont followed Mox into the city. Jiang asked, “Why is ADVENT here?”
“ADVENT sends in forces to try to clear out the Lost… but so far they have been unsuccessful. We must be on guard for both sides.”
Dupont shook her head. She didn’t want to fight both at the same time, but she hoped that stealth would be on their side.
Yessica and Bridget made their way through the abandoned city with no drama. In fact, it was eerily quiet. Bridget was on edge, expecting a Lost to jump out of every window they passed and every corner they turned. Even though they weren’t real zombies, they were humans who had turned into mindless husks and Bridget had no desire to get into close combat with them.
In fact, Bridget was so on edge that when Yessica and Bridget turned to a side street near their rendezvous point, the wind picking up and knocking over a metal barrel was enough to cause Bridget to jump. The relatively loud crashing after minutes of silence scared her so badly she began to involuntarily wet herself. Behind her, Yessica noted the glistening on Bridget’s metal leg plates. While the metal armor didn’t stain, the shiny nature of liquid on it made it clear what had happened. Bridget collected herself and pretended she hadn’t just wet herself over a small sound, but Yessica commented quietly, “Have you had problems with your bladder since you discovered your gift?”
Bridget stammered, “Um… Well… Yes, actually. Sometimes I don’t even notice needing to go before… you know.”
Yessica nodded, not shaming her at all. “We found all female operatives who discover their psionic powers end up losing bladder control. We don’t know why they’re connected. To be honest, I’ve already wet myself… but all us Templars wear protective undergarments.”
“You mean, diapers?”
It was Yessica’s turn to blush. “If you must put it that way, yes. But you should consider having XCOM requisition them for operatives.”
Bridget sighed. She knew it was the most rational choice if the psionic powers and lack of bladder control were connected, but she didn’t relish the thought of making that requisition to command. Yessica could read the awkward silence and pressed on. “No matter. We are almost at the rendezvous point. Let us see if anyone else will make the meeting.”
Frances and Jane, alongside Anastasia, made it about halfway to the rendezvous point before encountering anyone or anything. They had moved forward in silence, listening for action, but heard nothing but the howling wind until they hit a particular intersection. A road went off to the right and both sides of that road were flanked with tall brick buildings that could hide anything. As they approached, a high-pitched shriek pierced the air. Anastasia immediately called them to action. “Time for regrets is over. We are not alone!”
Glass broke as pale grey humanoids broke through the storefront windows of the far brick building. Pockmarked due to rotting skin and covered in tattered clothing, all three women felt a tremor of fear and disgust run through them. In Frances’s case, she felt a sudden warmth as she realized she had peed just a little bit in fright. She cursed herself and grabbed cover behind an abandoned car, propping her minigun on the hood. She began mowing down the incoming horde as Jane Kelly charged in to use her shotgun effectively. From further behind, Anastasia expertly picked off stragglers with her rifle, her aim impeccable as she focused on the head of each target.
The gunfire, unfortunately, attracted more of the Lost, but with determination and good aim, the trio capably fended off about thirty of them, their rotting bodies piling up. Their slow movement and lack of strategy made it easy enough to handle and after a moment of silence to catch their breath, listen for any reinforcements, and reload, they proceeded down the road to the right. Eventually, they neared their target. Anastasia beckoned them. “Through this alley, then we will be at the meeting point.”
The three entered the alley between two four-story buildings. Anastasia led them while Frances backpedaled to watch their six. Jane Kelly scanned the windows and roofs. Despite their caution, a window smashed and a Lost jumped all the way from the fourth floor to behind the trio. Frances froze for a second in surprise and fright and spurted again. If they were honest, all three women peed in fright, though only Frances had a visible spot form due to her prior leak. She gathered herself and fired, but this Lost was different and was extremely quick. It juked left, then right, and she barely got any hits on it before it leapt onto her, pinning her to the ground. She screamed and began to piss uncontrollably, trying her best to push it off. However, before it could take a swing at her, Kelly stabbed it in the head with her sword. The Lost went limp and Frances pushed it off, disgusted. She hurriedly picked her gun back up and backpedaled away from the corpse. Jane asked in a low voice, “You okay?”
Frances nodded. Anastasia noticed the wet pants with a cocked eyebrow, but the two relatively dry women decided not to comment and they continued to the meeting point without further incident.
Xuanji Jiang, Marguerite Dupont, and Pratal Mox had less luck on stealth. They encountered an ADVENT patrol, but this one was different from previous encounters. Soldiers were clad in orange and were wielding flamethrowers, clearing out Lost bodies. Jiang commented, “Well, this is different.” Mox replied, “You were never meant to see this. These are their specialized squads to clear out the Lost.”
Before the conversation could continue, one of the four ADVENT soldiers noticed the trio and shouted at his squad to turn their attention. Mox shouted, “Eliminate them quickly!”
Jiang opened fire with her rifle as Dupont sprinted closer and blasted the nearest soldier with her shotgun. Mox had a grapple hook and shot up to the balcony of a nearby building before spraying down with his bullpup rifle. They took down three soldiers in a row - the last one backed up and kept them at bay with his flamethrower. Jiang threw a grenade, though, and took out the soldier. The grenade also ignited the soldier’s flamethrower tank, leading to a much larger explosion than usual. Dupont ducked for cover, as she was the closest, unintentionally spurting as she hit the deck.
In the pause that followed, a howl echoed. Mox shouted, “Get to cover! The Lost are upon us!”
A bloodcurdling scream followed, closer than the howl. Jiang and Dupont scrambled to the roof of a one-story building while Mox stayed on his balcony. Jiang and Dupont faced opposite sides, waiting to see which side the Lost would arrive from.
After a few tense seconds, Dupont saw the rotting form of a Lost shuffle around the corner of the block she was looking down. She waited for it to get closer given her shotgun and gave Jiang a heads up. Jiang nodded, about to turn around, but she realized there were figures appearing around the corner of a building on her side as well. Mox, perpendicular to them, confirmed, “They are coming from two sides - be ready.”
Lieutenant Jiang’s rifle had longer range, so she began expertly taking down each body as it appeared, focusing on headshots to keep them down. Dupont, on the other hand, had to wait until they were about halfway down the block to get them in range, but her shotgun guaranteed they stayed down. Since they had both sides covered, Mox held his fire and kept a close watch in case any slipped past.
After a few minutes of methodical killing, a pile of bodies forming on both sides, another scream echoed in the air, this one higher pitched. Dupont shivered in fear, peeing a little more. Simultaneously, the faster form of the Lost leapt out of cover on both sides. Jiang jumped in fright and farted loudly, ears burning in embarrassment. She refocused and fired, killing hers. Dupont fired as well, successfully hitting. These two represented a new wave, though, and before long dozens of Lost, both fast and slow, emerged. Jiang realized in horror there were too many to kill in time as she tried to focus on the faster ones. Dupont did the same on her side, but both started to back up as the Lost got closer to their building. Mox joined into the fray, spraying down from the balcony at whichever side got closer.
Despite their efforts, the first of the faster Lost managed to reach the building Dupont and Jiang were standing on top of and it managed to shimmy up a drainpipe to reach the roof. It leapt up next to Jiang, who screamed as she turned and emptied her clip into it. As she fired, she realized she was defecating uncontrollably, filling her panties. Jiang’s scream also caused Dupont to piss in fear as her own side was overwhelmed - a Lost managed to leap from the ground all the way to the roof next to her. She didn’t scream, but trembled as she fired her shotgun. Mox grappled from the balcony down to their rooftop to help. Mox stood by the drainpipe and methodically gunned down Lost that tried to climb up it. Jiang regained her composure with Mox by her side and refocused her energy on killing the remaining horde on her side of the building. Dupont returned fire at the crowd of Lost below her, killing multiple with each shotgun blast, but after a couple more shots, she pulled the trigger and nothing happened - she was out of ammo. She scrambled to reload her shotgun, but in that time one of the speedier Lost jumped on the roof again and knocked her shotgun out of her hand. Dupont trembled as she pulled out her pistol, uncontrollably pooping and filling her pants as she focused on killing the Lost rather than her bowel control. Using her pistol, she cleared out the remainder of her side, though the damage was done - her tan pants hid nothing, dark streams down her legs and a bulge showing her messing accident. In the silence that followed as they collected their breath, Jiang felt the back of her pants. While Jiang had no visible peeing accident, her dark pants had a similar bulge.
Mox, fortunately, did not judge as a combat veteran who had seen this happen many times. He ignored their accidents and said, “Good job - that was the largest horde I have ever fought. Hopefully we are clear to the meeting point.”
The other two nodded, glad he said nothing, though they knew he could see their accidents. They gingerly proceeded, both waddling awkwardly as they felt their accidents with every step. |
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