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I had originally decided to blow the dust off this story and write another part for it, but upon rereading it, I realized it needed serious editing. So I decided to rewrite the entire thing! The parts (or part since it was originally only one) are going to be shorted so they're not overwhelmingly big.
Here is the part 1.
I can say with little cessation that some of the best times in my life were as a kid. I remember every summer my Dad would ship me out to my uncle’s farm. There had been a time when I dreaded the experience and pleaded with him to let me stay, yet every time my pleading would accomplish nothing and I would be sent anyway. I detested the trip with such intensity because all it did was destroy my summer –my time to relax – and replaced it with hard work and loneliness. It’s not as though I didn’t love my Aunt and Uncle and didn’t’ want to see them; I just simply wanted to enjoy my vacation. The idea of working from the morning to the afternoon and getting off only to be painfully bored and depressed was not a positive thought, but there did come a day when my feelings changed; it was the day I met Samantha. She made it all worthwhile.
I was still in my early years at the time, so my experience with “women” was quite limited. I mainly hung around boys at home, since having a girlfriend was in an ambiguous state of being unpopular and popular; of course, the silly labels I had to deal with in the city didn’t plague me in the vast countryside. It’s just you, and her. No one watching and no one judging, so if something seems alright, then it is! It doesn’t matter what the people around you say, because simply put, there are none. There is little question that the sheer isolation helped set the ground for the quest of self-realization and sexual acceptance we embarked on. I must confess that the experience was much more difficult for me, and while I am certainly not complaining, it had a lot to do with the social norms that had been instilled in me and that I had chosen – the best way a boy of my age could ‘choose’ – to live by. I will admit that she could, in some ways, relate to me, since she went to school as well, and just like my school, which was a more urban environment versus her more rural environment, contained misappropriated judgment and the all too true struggle for acceptance.
The first word that comes to mind when I think of Samantha is divine. Her skin was naturally white and pale – much like the robes of an angel – and she had a tan that conflicted delightfully with it, helping balance it out to make it more subtle and alluring, as opposed to attention-grabbing and even somewhat gothic. She had long, straight, blond hair that reached just past her shoulders. I remember her being only a few inches shorter then I was; my best guess would be in the 5’4 to maybe 5’6 range - give or take a few inches. All in all, she had a stunning body, with a flawless face. For someone who worked out on a farm and was well versed in the world of manual labor, her face was incredibly smooth, clean, and well taken care of. She definitely wasn’t like any other girl I had ever met before, that’s for sure.
Every day after working the hours on the farm I was required to, I would go to play with Sam. There were times that I would finish and she would be there at my house, waiting. Other times, I would quickly make my way to her house and find her; regardless of how we met up, we took particular pride in seeing each other at least at one point in each passing day, it was almost ritual. There were, as if with almost all walks of life, exceptions; although, they were once in a blue moon, and whether it was through the window of a car as the other drove away, or a passing glance as one of us was called away moments before we could meet, we almost always managed to see each other at least once.
One odd thing about Sam, and I say this because it further helped differentiate her from the girls I was familiar with, was her choice in apparel. It was more common than anything to see her in shorts, but on more than a few occasions she could be observed in things such as loose-fitting dresses and skirts; which, you must bear in mind to be very odd for a young girl to wear if she is going to be climbing, rolling, and at brief moments, upside down! I, being a boy in the midst of maturity and adolescence, naturally, had nothing against it. I speak with no shame about this now, since looking back, I can say I was merely a curious boy with wondering eyes and precocious sense of discovery, but I did notice one other thing that piqued my interest and toyed with my fluctuating hormones – she never wore a bra. I, at the time, didn’t understand; after all, I didn’t have the knowledge or sense to deduce why she would choose not to, and I didn’t have the courage to ask.
Her choice in attire was one of the big causes of my interest in her. There were times when my youth and innate perversion had gotten the best of me, and I would sometimes talk her into doing things that would afford a good chance of her being physically exposed in some way. She would come outside in a dress or a skirt and I would attempt to lure her to the woods, maybe talk her into climbing a tree –showing me the “proper” method. I would do whatever my growing mind could conceive, while still attempting to deceive her. There were many occasions where I had gotten glimpses of her body, as well as her underwear, but there was one occasion that stood out. I had talked her into climbing a tree, and as I explained before, I used my silver tongue to make her show me the “proper” method. When she climbed it, I took no quarter in my gazing. I could still name the color of her panties on that day, despite how perverse that may sound; although, it wasn’t her underwear which made that day stand out, since I had seen up her skirts and dresses on many occasions. The thing that stood out was, for only a brief moment, she had found herself in a certain position, and due to this position, I was able to stare farther up her dress, and somehow, I managed to catch just a glimpse of her breast. While that may not sound like much of an accomplishment, I assure you, for me, it was glorious; after all, I had never laid eyes on a woman’s breast before, and as I understood, it was quite a taboo thing to see. There is also my certain proclivity towards the taboo, and while I have no desire to take things farther than necessary, I do happen to be one of the many people hard-wired to find interest in that which is not considered the norm, but I digress.
It was true that I greatly enjoyed the many occasions where she had inadvertently exposed herself, but there were other things as well, things that I had never considered until actually bearing witness to them. One of these things, or rather, moments, happened on a typical day. The sun was shining brightly, and the breeze was helping to off-set the rather harsh and imposing heat. I remember me and Sam doing what we could often be found doing –exploring the woods. While I can’t remember if we were following a familiar path or if we were pioneering a new one, I do remember the grass and brush was very thick and resistant. Sam was in a black t-shirt and a brown, loose-fitting skirt; her hair, as it could often be seen, was tied in a pony tail. I remember at some point she stopped me and told me she had to go to the bathroom. This was in no way suspicious or different to me; we often had to relieve ourselves in the woods. As was the norm, she began to distance herself from me, doing her best to work her way through the opposing brush. I, to this day, do not know if she had simply gotten fed up with plowing through the brush, if she had simply found herself quite suddenly desperate, or if it was a combination of both, but she walked behind a tree that was only a few meters from myself, and much to my amazement and bewilderment, proceeded to squat down and lower her underwear. I could only make out the exposed sides of her that the tree did not cover, so I didn’t see anything amazing, but I could hear, with plain and almost remarkable detail, her urinating. There was something about the hiss that she exhibited, something about the splashing the urine made as it rushed the dirt and slowly pooled together, only to overflow and run downwards, making a small river in-between her legs – at least, I imagine that’s how it happened – that drove me crazy. There was more to it than just the physical attraction though; psychologically, it seemed to be almost invigorating, while simultaneously tranquilizing. I didn’t understand my pleasure at that time, and I desperately tried to deny its presence. My urge to watch her urinate, it couldn’t be natural, or rather, normal. At the time, my naivety got the best of me, and that is indeed the way I felt about it.
I did, in a lot of ways, become a slave to my desire, which in retrospect, turned out not to be such a bad thing, but at the same time, my rampant urges and thoughts of her urinating and the like, combining with my pining to see her in the nude overwhelmed me with guilt. I feel if things had continued like that, I would have found myself going down a dark road of self-hate and depression, but fortunately, they didn’t. As one thing lead to another and our relationship grew stronger and more complex, I found myself learning independence and confidence in her example.
There was another event, one that occurred not shortly, yet, not long after, the prior. It was another day - blue skies, penetrating heat, and assuaging winds. My Uncle, being the nice man he was, often let me off from work on Saturdays and handled the load himself, as he always did when I wasn’t around, and that Saturday was no exception. Not wanting to waste a minute of day light, I quickly made my way to her house. It was sometime mid-morning when I was knocking on her door. Her dad, a nice man, who was not only friends with my Uncle, but also liked me for my manners and polite ways, answered. He let me inside and told me I could find her upstairs, in her room. With the typical haste of a young and energetic boy, I made my way to her room and saw the door closed. I had, up to that point, never had any sort of experience with walking in on people; in my home, the doors were always locked if someone wanted privacy. As a result of my ignorance, I opened the door, and to my amazement she was in the middle of her room, hair down, a long white shirt draping below her waist, and a white pair of panties just barely visible below the hem of said shirt; coincidentally, her butt was not only facing me, but pointed towards me as well. She was bending down, and I watched as she quickly pulled up a pair of tight, white shorts up and over her shirt. She must have heard me, because as she pulled the pants up, she turned back and looked at me. I couldn’t think to utter anything other than a quick sorry. After seeing what I did, I quickly closed the door and stood flustered. I heard her voice, calm and without apprehension or embarrassment, tell me that I could come in. I opened the door as she buttoned her shorts. I repeated that I was sorry, but she didn’t seem too bothered by it. She told me it was fine and that I could have a seat on her bed, she was still getting ready.
I could see from where I was sitting the upstairs bathroom. I saw her approach it, even walk in, but mere moments before she flicked on the light and closed the door, her dad’s voice rang through the house. He was calling her. With only a moment’s hesitation, she heeded his call and exited the bathroom to go find him downstairs. With her out of sight, I found myself overrun with deviant thoughts, and lacking the experience and discipline to will them off, I acted on them. I quickly made my way over to the dirty pajamas sitting on the floor of her bedroom; they were purple with a yellow star design repeated many times over. I wasn’t entirely sure what it was I going to do, but I did know that I wanted to find her panties. If upon finding them all I did was touch them, then so be it; the fact was, I had an uncontrollable urge to do so, and I needed to act on it. With a quick raise and examination of the pajama pants, I was initially disappointed. She didn’t appear to have been wearing panties, or she was possibly still wearing the same ones. My disappointment quickly shifted to excitement when I made another interesting discovery: the inside of her pajamas were damp! My first thought was that she had wet the bed, but that didn’t make sense. The dampness only covered the crotch area. It hadn’t run down her legs, up her front, or more appropriately, her backside.
I remember looking out her doorway nervously. It had only been a few seconds, but I was terrified she could walk in at any moment. With that fear in mind, I figured I should probably make the experience quick, while still making the best of it; after all, I didn’t know when a similar opportunity would occur. I, lacking any better ideas, grabbed the crotch of the pajama pants. The fabric was cool and wet, and oddly arousing. I then set the pants down in a fashion similar to how I had picked them up, and retreated over to the bed to ponder what had just happened. Despite my intense and evident arousal, I did not have any physical reaction to the event other then minor shacking –which was more related to the nervousness.
I sat patiently on her bed and awaited her return. I thought about the event, and played with the consideration that I could have sat there, touching and feeling them so much longer - if only I had known when she would have made it back. In the time waiting for her return, I pondered what the wetness was and how it had gotten there. Much to my disappointment, I figured it was possible she had simply spilled any old liquid there. I very much wanted to believe it was urine; it just didn’t seem very possible. I then had an idea, I could smell it, or rather, I could have. It was too late then, since she was due back at any moment… then I remembered something. I had grabbed the area with my entire hand! There was no doubt that the smell, assuming it was indeed urine, would still be there. So, I quickly brought my hand up to my nose and inhaled. The smell was somewhat pungent, and while it was not as obvious as I had originally assumed it was going to be, I was able to conclude that it was urine. How it had gotten there was a completely separate matter though.
She eventually returned and joined me in her room. She was holding two glasses filled with what I quickly deduced to be lemonade. Even so early in the day, the drink was still refreshing, and was a sure fire way to fight off the predictable summer heat. After handing me my glass, she took a few large sips of hers, set it down, and walked over to the mass of clothes I had fiddled with earlier. My heart almost skipped a beat as I struggled to not start coughing up the lemonade I was attempting to drink. She picked up the clothing and nonchalantly placed it in the hamper. It was apparent she didn’t suspect a thing, and for all she knew, neither did I. I remember after that, she went back downstairs for a couple minutes, being sure not to rudely leave me in her room alone for a long period of time. When she returned, she finished the last bit of her lemonade and we headed out.
After leaving, we quickly discussed what we would do, and the answer seemed all too commonplace – the woods. We would head to the stream, and instead of stopping as we typically did, we would go past it and continue into the woods – area that was mostly unexplored for us. The stream was a decently deep, but slowly moving, river that we both loved not only for its aesthetic value, but because we were free to swim in the mostly clean and unpolluted water. Going past the stream was somewhat difficult for us since it was a pretty remarkable distance away, and while going there was not normally an issue, going past could run cause minor issues since we not only had to be home before nightfall, but because the brush was quite a bit more dense on ‘the other side’ – as we called it. Despite the decent expanse we had to cross, we arrived there not to long after leaving, and that was when things really started to get interesting.
Upon reaching the stream we went straight to the bridge of small slippery rocks that offered unstable crossing from one side to the next. While it may not have been the most secure passage way, it was the only one that didn’t involve swimming, and since the worse that could happen was slipping into the river and getting wet; we figured we were better off trying our best and at least having a chance at not getting soaked, instead of just jumping in the water from the get-go. Fortunately, our many experiences of climbing, jumping, and avoiding in the woods had trained our agility and tact to the point where we had little trouble getting across. I found her leading the way, which was pretty common. We typically alternated with her doing it far more often since she was significantly more seasoned in the wild. As she stretched her legs from one rock to the next, my eyes glued to the well defined butt contained in her tight, white, shorts, I heard her utter something of how she should have went to the bathroom before coming out. She didn’t say it in any sort of desperate manner, but rather in a faux-annoyed and somewhat humorous fashion, but despite the fact she wasn’t desperate and would, with almost undeniable confidence, make it across the stream to relieve herself the conventional way – out of sight and out of clothing – I couldn’t deny my instant fascination and peculiar arousal. I did my best to focus on crossing the stream, but it was hard. My eyes were now glued on her butt not only for the purpose of pure admiration and desire, but now, I had glorious images of her pants becoming suddenly saturated and of urine running down her legs, all as she stood with her legs spilt, completely unable to do anything in such a compromising position.
We both, unfortunately and fortunately, made it across the stream completely dry, and in more than one respect. I had expected her to excuse herself, but she didn’t; she only continued to lead me through the woods. While the thought of her desperate to urinate was arousing, knowing that she wasn’t in enough need to casually excuse herself was somewhat disheartening; of course, the very fact she had to urinate at all was still better than nothing, even if it wasn’t that badly. As we progressed into the woods, I soon realized my assumptions were simply mere ignorance, for it did appear as though she needed to ‘go’, but for some reason, she didn’t. Several times throughout our walk I would hear her give off a slight moan, or maybe complain about her desperation, and her outgoing nature regarding her bathroom related needs only grew more intense as the walk persisted. Whenever we would stop, her legs would come together like oppositely charged magnets and she would subtly bounce up and down, legs rubbing together, as she looked for the next direction to go. I, at the time, had no idea why she didn’t just excuse herself; it wasn’t as if she hadn’t done it without hesitation many times before, but I was too young to really factor in the many reasons why she might purposefully delay it; after all, it seemed rather odd to me, since in my school and around my neighborhood at home, people never really did things like that – in my presence at least - and because of that, I had never actually witnessed an accident happen.
I remember my hands shaking as the situation steadily dragged on and as she grew progressively more weighed down. The way I felt is still, to this day, somewhat hard to describe: it was anticipation, obsession, desire, and even vulnerability. It was almost as if I would do anything to see her lose control, but conflictingly enough, I didn’t wish any embarrassment or pain on her; I just simply could not get over the psychological, and to a lesser extent, physical, need to see her wet herself, or to at least watch her urinate. So, with my conflicting feelings flying around in my head, running into and bouncing off my other fantasies and desires, I followed her and watched. I did my best, for the length of the event to not come off as too distracted, aroused, or consumed. Every once in awhile she would state her desperation, she would tell me how badly she had to go, and on a few enthralling moment she would utter something of how she was about to wet herself; I would respond with something simple and generic, something showed I wasn’t thinking too intently about the event. I would give her legitimate advice – advice I with agonizing propensity willed for her to ignore – to go to the bathroom before she lost control. Luckily for me, she always chose to ignore that advice.
There, after much anticipation, came a point where I knew things could not possibly go on much longer; something I recognized as both a blessing and a curse. It had gotten to the point where she was not only consistently stopping to make sure nothing unplanned slipped out, but to where her hands were taking turns in helping in the large task of ‘holding it in.’ Finally, my eyes scanning over her, always coming back to her delightfully formed bottom, I saw her step up on a fallen tree. She had done it merely to travel over it, and I find it almost ironic that, given its small size, if she hadn’t been so desperate, she may have been willing to just completely stretch her legs over it and avoid the resulting problem entirely, but due to her added pressure on the rotted and old slab of wood, it cracked below her feet, and she slid, with no injury, but with compromised balance, to the ground. The fall itself was small, and she managed to remain standing, but the sudden shock was where the real ‘problem’ lied. I heard her gasp loudly and I quickly asked her if she was alright, and over my voice, certainly a sound I focused more on when I finished my question, was an intense, yet quiet hissing noise. She stood there, not facing me, and not saying a word. My mind, judging by the noise, instinctively knew what had happened: she had lost control. I stood there, mirroring her actions of silence and stillness, watching as the object of my young and underdeveloped desires peed on herself. I could see in my mind the sight of her white panties getting drenched by the flowing stream of urine; soon overflowing on to and out of her shorts, but I didn’t have to imagine the second part, for I could see it happening in front of me. A fantasy I had for so long desired with bittersweet resolve. I watched as the bottom of the shorts became quickly saturated and a single line of urine began to run down her leg. Soon, the wetness began to expand up her back area slightly as a stream of urine started to cascade straight from the crotch of the shorts to the ground, arching back and forth from her left leg. During the event, more streams, each of shifting intensity, formed on her legs, slowly making their ways to the ground. I remember looking at her feet, and what was not absorbed by her socks caused two slightly different sized puddles to form at her feet, one puddle for each foot.
I don’t know if it for was anatomical reasons, or if she had simply given up any desire to prevent the accident after it had begun, but for what seemed to be the entire calamity, her legs were spread a very natural distance apart. To me, and possibly to her, the event itself seemed to go on forever, but in reality, it finished quite quickly; this was mainly because, as I said before, she didn’t appear to making any attempt to stop the already out of control incontinence, so the stream remained hard and fast throughout – quickly draining her bladder of its contents.
When the torrent of urine finally came to a slow stop, she slowly turned around to face me. I wasn’t sure what to expect. I didn’t know if she would be mortified, amazed, or crying; after all, while it was true I knew her well, I didn’t know her that well. This all happened on my first summer after meeting her. I found myself quite relieved when she turned around, her cheeks red, but a surprised smile on her face. She seemed to have taken the event in stride, and in reality, thought it was hilarious. I didn’t have the courage to ask her why she held so long, but she did, on her own discrimination, decide to tell me that she was planning to go right after crossing over that tree, but the fall had scared her, and before she knew what was happening, it was too late. It was the first time I had ever witnessed an accident, and even now I can appreciate how fun and astonishing the event was; of course, it certainly wouldn’t be the last. |
Part II:
You would think that the amount of satisfaction and grandeur that can be attained in one day to be limited, and if not by the Universe, but by some divine apparition; yet, even after being exposed to such awe-inspiring events that, to an almost supernatural extent, turned out perfect in all respects, there was more. After Sam’s accident, we decided to head back to the stream; this way, she could clean up and prevent any unwanted stains or scents. Upon arriving at the water, I took particular note of her outfit: White shirt and white shorts. You can imagine the thoughts going through my head, but before I had a chance to do or think much at all, she jumped into the pristine, flowing mass of water.
After submerging herself, she quickly resurfaced; her clothing soaked, and just as I had suspected, almost entirely see-thru. She did not hide it, nor did she act ashamed. Thinking back, I’m glad she didn’t comment on my obvious and persistent staring. I’m not sure how I would have reacted; although, I can guarantee it wouldn’t have been smooth or coordinated by any means! After a brief time, she did, however, ask me to join her. I was more than happy to oblige given my out of control male tenancies; not to mention, the water did look quite refreshing. So, with little apprehension, I jumped into the river.
We did as the youth are expected to do in the water: we splashed it at each other, competed with each other in a variety of activities, and we worked our imagination into the mix the best we could. Despite the fun we were having, we knew that staying for very long was not an option. We needed to let our clothes dry before heading home. We could always come back in clothes better suited for swimming later anyhow. So after having our share of fun, we emerged from the water and sat under a large tree that grew several feet from the river’s bank.
It was hard for me not to stare and impossible for me not to look. Her shirt in its sodden state was, as previously mentioned, quite transparent, and of result, I could make out parts of her that were quite desirable, given me being like any other typical adolescent – quite lecherous at heart! Though, it was not just the shirt that fascinated me, but the shorts did as well, and while it was true that I could make out little more than the shirt that was tucked in to them, the very premise was erotic and taunting, and if you haven’t been able to deduce this sooner, I rather enjoy a tease.
I do assure you that seeing her in her such an exposed form was not that all that happened that fateful day. Things really began to pick up when we both realized that sitting the shade would not dry off our clothes nearly quick enough, and neither of us really held the idea of sitting the searing sunlight to much a level. I remember she was the first to suggest the removal of our clothing. She brought it up nonchalantly, but even she, the person whom had just wet herself, as well as drenched her white clothing, was embarrassed at the prospect. I feel it goes without saying that I personally was simply flabbergasted! We both knew what it meant: sex. That is what sex was, right? Seeing each other naked? Of course not, and not even we, being young and green were inexperienced enough to believe such a preposterous notion, but despite all of that, our blood still ran cold with nervousness. I knew mine, and I could see hers. It was truly a great step in our relationship; it was a critical time. We were slowly crossing the threshold from friends to something more, to something more intimate; of course, we weren’t thinking of that at the time. We were more concerned with ‘nipples’ and ‘penises’.
Being human, she could recognize that my shyness could easy lead to great trepidation, so it did not take much smooth-talking at all for me to convince her to go first. I remember my heart beating, my hands shaking, and my body struck with a rather bad case of rigor mortis – in more ways than one. She stood and walked slightly to my right, leaving our nice spot underneath the tree. I followed her body as she walked. It was a body that I did not compare to others, for I did care to do so; since to me, it would always be perfect and ideal in all ways. She walked behind the trunk of another rather large tree. I could only make out her sides, much like the day I had heard her urinate; if great minds think alike, then I do not deem it too far a stretch that great events share alike. I remember her voice was nervous when she told me she was going to do it; I found the nervousness cute. Not only was it out of nature for her, but it showed humanity. She was just as vulnerable a person as me! Well, maybe not just as vulnerable, but I digress.
I watched, at least what I could see, as she dropped her shorts. I waited for several moments. It was apparent she was afraid, and who could blame her? It was her first time exposing herself in front anybody in such a way – a way decorated by the primordial desires of exploration. She, in an inspiring approach, fought her fear and came from behind the tree. With her shorts gone, the white shirt covered her panties, thus making it so nothing more was exposed, yet the situation itself had gone from personal to something more. There seemed to be an unspoken change in the feeling regarding our actions, but it was not a negative one. I loved the sight of her like that, and I can say that to this day I still do enjoy a woman dressed as such. The look of a long shirt, just barely concealing a world of pleasure and evolution… or maybe I am merely perverse.
Upon looking at the masterful portrait that was her body, I came to realize something dire and soul-shaking – it was my turn. I stood up, and I would say fear flowed through my blood, yet it felt more as though my blood did not flow at all. I walked behind the tree we had been sitting under and stood there. It was easy to remove my shorts, but it was what came after which was hard. I instantly understood and related to what she had felt; the nervousness of coming out, showing your body to your other. I walked in her image, following her wise example, and I came out; although, I was showing much more then she was. I did not have a long shirt to cover my underwear, which much like hers, was white. I knew she could see my male counter-parts, and I knew my erection was, at this point, quite clear.
I do not remember our exact responses to each other, but I know they were nothing impressive - nothing more than words to display our sheer mystification and amazement with the situation. There was much unspoken though, words that could only be understood in the radiating light of the time. Anyway, she knew what was next, and without me having to press her to do so, she brought her dripping shirt up and over her head, exposing her underwear. I could not see anything new, much as it was before, but once again, there was another change in the atmosphere. Seeing her in her panties, it was so psychology extravagant! The moment itself, and while I admit I am potentially guilty of remembering it in a false glory, was truly spectacular. Her body gleamed and glistened, even in the relative shade. Behind all the feelings of ambitious desire and the high only experienced from the thrill of pioneering new grounds, I felt somewhat helpless. I wanted something, yet I couldn’t figure out what it was. My lower body throbbed with desire and my mind begged for more.
When I left my stupefied state, I soon knew that it was once again my turn, so with little fear, I removed my shirt. It didn’t mean much since she had, on many occasions, seen me shirtless; honestly, I did feel a little guilty that I counted that as a turn, but then again, I was simply a boy. One who happened to be under significant stress, even if it wasn’t bad stress, and of result, I watched as she, her cheeks glowing the most sincere shade of red, placed her hands on the edges of her panties. She stopped for a moment and prepared herself. She then, remembering the strong persons she was, slid them downward, and let them fall to the ground. I gazed upon her canvas in admiration. Such beauty, such a blessing! How could I be so lucky? I did not see much, since she was standing straight up, but with her legs spread, I could make out the vague details, and I knew there would time to inspect with more consideration to detail later.
I then knew it was time, and I had no wants to prolong the event. I grabbed the waistband of my underwear and stopped, just as she had, to prepare myself. The only issue was that I was not reminded of how strong a person that I was, rather, I was shown how strong a person I could become. So, like I had done previously, I followed in her example, and dropped my underwear. My genitals, while previously visible, were left in far great detail, and my erection, which had been held down by my underwear before, stood out before the world.
Honoring the basing of our journey, we took our sodden clothing and placed it out in the sun to dry. We then took our places from before, sitting in the shade. The only difference was that we were completely naked – completely visible and exposed. Much like before, I found it hard not to stare, not to grasp at her body with my hungering eyes. I assume that she felt the same; since often enough, she would steal a glance at my body, curiosity getting the better of her.
We soon began, doing our best to overcome the sheer anxiety in the air, to converse. We asked each other questions, yet these were not the standard questions. They were of a much more personal nature - questions that couldn’t be asked in normal discussion without an eyebrow being raised in confusion and surprise. I don’t remember each question that was asked, but I do remember one. I, at that time, recognized the situation as being a perfect time to finally ask a question that had been plaguing me for quite the time: why did she not wear bras. The ideal framework of the event could be found in the fact that she would assume the question was not based on any other occasions, but rather, only on that occasion, where it was quite apparent she had not been wearing a bra. She had told me that they were uncomfortable, and that she only wore them when she was forced. I felt a bit stupid for not assuming that, especially given the rather ample amount of time dedicated to its discovery. I then asked if it was the opposite about panties: were they as uncomfortable as bras, and if so, why wear them? She was not quite as willing to answer that question, and at the time, I did not know why; of course, now I can look back and say it was most likely for anatomical reasons, and she simply fell into a habit after being forced by necessity. She did, despite her trepidation, give me separate answer, and it is one that I, still to this day, love. She told me that if she ever leaked, her underwear would absorb it. It was an idea I had messed with before, but never really given it serious thought, but to hear her say it! It seemed even more gratifying then seeing her naked – for some unknown reason – and admittedly, it was much like a drug. I craved more. As much as I valued the response, I was merely human, and as such a typical creature, I sought, with much greed, more information and more pleasure.
That answer had sparked an opportunity. It had allowed for me to steer the conversation in a different, far more fascinating direction: bathroom habits. I, being a young man, took no heed, and with no beating around the bush, but with greatly calculated tact and subtly, I asked her an absolutely stimulating question. Had she ever wet herself, with, of course, the exceptions of earlier that day. I could tell the question embarrassed her, but given her soft smile and her delicate answer, I could tell I had not crossed any sort of inappropriate line. She had told me that she had, but did not supply any detail, and still, practicing that keen sense of tact and subtly, I asked for specifics, as in, when. She had told me that it was something that had befallen her on many an occasion. I could not believe my ears, and unable to contain my hormonal lusts, I brashly asked for the most recent occasion. She shyly responded to me, and told the most recent occasion had been that very morning. I did my best not suck in all the air around me in sheer amazement, as well as realization. I say the latter for I suddenly remembered her PJ’s, and the wetness I had found inside of them. I asked her to explain, to tell me what had happened; after all, I was merely curious! I wasn’t a pervert looking for her to divulge the details of her failure to reach the bathroom in an appropriate manner for sexual gratification or anything, right?
She told me that, often enough, when she awoke from her slumber, she would have an urge to urinate – one that was normally quite bad. There were certain mornings, ones where bad didn’t quite describe it. She would simply have to jump out of bed and head straight to the toilet, or she, as she worded it, wouldn’t make it in time. She then stopped and asked me if I was enjoying her story. I noticed her eyes were on my once-again rising genitalia. I had, earlier in the discussion, explained to her what I knew of erections, so she now knew that I was finding great interest in her story. I didn’t know how to respond. How could I? Luckily, she dismissed the question with a giggle, a response that was very comforting to me on more than one level, and she continued. She told me that she had, that morning, found herself in just the very predicament she had described; the only difference was that this time around, she didn’t quite make it. I asked her to explain, although I already had a pretty good idea of what had happened. I wanted to hear her say it, to admit to it, to confirm my thoughts. She told me that she got out of bed, ran for the bathroom, and she lost control before she was able to get her pants down. She explained that she hadn’t exactly wet herself, per se, but most of her accidents were like that. It would be an occasion where she would leak or hold it a little too long, and she would make it to the bathroom just in the nick of time, or maybe just a little late.
I wanted to inquire more, to pick her brain on the matter, but it was her turn to ask a question, and I did not fight it. While I do not know exactly why it came as a surprise, it caught me off guard when she asked if I had ever wet myself. The question itself made me contemplate just how much interest she found in the topic, as well as how normal the topic was in the common world. I told her that it had only happened once. It was back in my third year of school, or rather, the second grade. I had found myself in with a peculiar need for the toilet, but my teacher had no plans of letting me go. I spent a good time sitting my seat, squirming and whining, until the inevitable. I peed on myself. Fortunately, my fellow students took little pleasure in my suffering, and the incident did not stay with me; although, it was still rather embarrassing to recall. |
Part III:
After I enlightened her on my embarrassing past, we spent the next several moments in silence, listening to the sounds of the forest. She then told me she had an idea. She suggested that we try wetting ourselves – on purpose. Her voice was calm and collected, but when I looked over I could see the redness of her cheeks. I wasn’t sure how to respond. I thought for a minute, and, stumbling over my own words, I asked her about our clothes. We had spent so much time letting them dry. She considered the notion and agreed with me, but she then followed up with another idea. She said that maybe we could just pee in front of each other. I could feel butterflies in my stomach, but we had already done so much that feeling embarrassed at that point seemed unnecessary. I digested the butterflies and told her with a resounding yes that we could do it. Her face lit up with my answer; I assume this was because we were not only going to perform the act, but because she was most likely worried I may have questioned it or have called her out. The worry itself was ludicrous, since I was just as deep in the game of sexual cat and mouse as she was, but I cannot blame her for feeling such apprehension – I certainly would have too!
I remember a short silence, and then I asked what we were to do. She told me we would just walk over there –‘there’ being several feet in front of us – and we would just go. It was a simple premise as well as a simple plan, but after losing a game of rock-paper-scissors and finding myself the first to go, I learned that it was much harder than first expected. I was standing in the sunlight, her next to me, staring at my penis. I remember her asking me if I had to go, and I told that I did; I had drank the lemonade she had offered me hours ago, but I just couldn’t. After what seemed to be an eternity of nervousness and anticipation, I finally felt myself getting close to release. I remember warning her that it was coming, and she watched on with great curiosity. I did my best to relax, feeling urine leave my body, pittering and pattering on the ground below. Soon, the stream started picking up, and the evident pitter-patter was replaced by a splattering as it went forward and made a stream in-between my legs. When the golden arch came to eventual drip and hasty end, I looked up at her, and she instinctively knew what my eyes conveyed – it was her turn.
I remember her spreading her legs and standing there; she was seemingly having just as much trouble as I was with release. I asked her if, after her prior accident, she had to go. She told me that she indeed did need to go; there was still a little bit left over from the event in question, as well as more that worked its way through her. I, much like she had moments ago, practiced patience and waited for her to become comfortable enough to urinate, and I can assure that each second becomes far longer when you are the observer. Finally, she did just as I had and warned me it was coming; so, with great interest, I stared at the semi-visible pink spot in-between her legs and waited. It was then I then I saw a glorious sight; it was the site of urine trickling out and on to the ground, soon turning into a stream. Just as my urine had done, it made a pool on the ground. As her bladder emptied, we both watched as the pool overflowed and soon began making a small river in my direction. Unfortunately, the entire event did not last long, but I can say that something is certainly better than nothing, and that is for sure!
With both of our bladders emptied and our curiosities satiated, we went back and rested at the spot underneath the tree. Our bodies were heavy from the perpetual nervousness, but I feel we were both very pleased with that day. We did not get long to discuss what we had seen and what we had thought, for the winds were beginning to grow restless and the dark clouds were starting to blacken out the sun. We knew a storm was coming, so with that, we dressed – our clothes at that point quite dry, if not a little crusty – and headed home.
I am happy to say that my adventures with Sam did not end, but the topic was not re-approached, despite my immense eagerness to bring it up, for another week. I had found myself invited to a sleepover at her house, and as you can figure, it was just me and her. I said once before that her dad had a fond trust of me, and I do not know if it was as simple as he thought me capable of no wrong or if he was content with the thought of me engaging her in promiscuous activities – which does seem a bit ridiculous! – but I do know that his trust in me was not misplaced; for, I felt a great respect for his daughter and would have done anything for her.
I remember us sitting together in her room, the sun already departed from the skies, playing a board game, and while I do not remember what this game was, I do remember that we had been engaged in it for quite some time. As is the norm with any boy my age, I naturally found myself becoming distracted with other matters, and a good example of this would be her vestments! She was wearing a pink tank top, with, you guessed it, no bra. So you can imagine with that alone I was granted an eye full, but she was also in the very same pajama pants that, a week prior, had been left quit sodden by her rather modest morning accident. A normal boy would be far more fascinated by her nipples, but if you think at this point I am normal than I can guarantee you are quite mistaken! I took every opportunity I could to catch a glance at her crotch without her becoming privy. I observed it closely, hoping to identify some kind of stain, and if there was not one to find, to maybe train my eyes to find them on her other articles of clothing, but I feel it is needless to say that neither of my ventures were too successful. Not only were the pajamas dark - which would make it harder to see - urine normally didn’t leave too clear a stain, and I can’t imagine her picking those pants out of her others if urine did; and of course, training my eyesight failed, given it was preposterous venture.
Our conversation was rather tame, since we had not brought up anything of a sexual nature, and out where we were, you had to really rely on a sense of humor to derive any enjoyment out of such a tepid and stagnant world – certainly a world not intended for the youth. This did not help at all my growing lust to discuss such matters, whether they be questions from me or too me. Oddly enough, it was not some sexual gratification I was after with such discussion, but rather my natural pioneering needs combined with my unique desires that created a psychological void in me. I had discovered an addiction or rather, a deficiency within my mind. It was a hole that needed filling, and sexual gratification was a convenient result.
The only reason I refrained from bringing it up was because of the fear I felt. I did not know how she viewed those events, and I did not know if she was interested in doing more similar things. So, with my doubts holding a secure place in my mind, I did not speak my mind, but spoke rather as result of it. Thinking back, I knew even then that there would most likely have been almost no consequences other than an awkward and fleeting moment, but even that left me feeling great apprehension. In the end, it made no difference, and for that, I have no reason to feel regret.
I remember her saying off-handedly that she needed to pee, and while for a split second I felt my heart leap in excitement, I quickly deduced that it was a meaningless phrase. She would merely stand and make way for the toilet, leaving me curious and quite anxious; after all, she had said it so nonchalantly! She hadn’t even looked me in the eyes – she was looking at the board game. With my spirits dying, I waited for her to excuse herself, but most curiously, she did not. As a result, my spirits started to once rise. I had never even considered her to risk such things in her own house, especially with a toilet mere feet away! Or was I overreacting? It was possible she didn’t even need to go that bad; not to mention, she could easily make way to her bathroom at any time – it wasn’t as if I could stop her!
As time progressed, so did her need for the toilet, and I watched on with fantastic awe. At first, she switched positions, and while I admit it could possibly be attributed, in part or in whole, to basic discomfort, I feel that going from a criss-cross position to on her knees was caused, or at least influenced, by her need for the toilet. I saw, as the minutes made their way by, as her hand rested on her thigh, and slowly made its way closer and closer to her bladder. It even got to the point where she was, with certain practiced subtly, bouncing in place. Even if she had, at that very moment, gotten tired of waiting and left for the bathroom, I still would have enjoyed what I had seen; even if it did not satisfy me in some divine sexual way, it did help fill that mental void, it helped satiate that addiction, and it helped offer a temporary cure to my deficiency.
When it had become painfully obvious to anyone, and not just to a keen observer such as myself, that she was in need of the toilet, I posed such a question: I asked her if she needed to pee. Sure enough, she told me that she did, and her reasoning for not going was that she wanted to finish up the game, and I must say I found that rather odd! She was, after all, not doing anything noticeable to speed it up. If I didn’t know better, I would say she was enjoying the desperation, and possibly putting on a little show – maybe even testing to see my interest because of her own doubts. Good thing I don’t know any better!
It eventually got to the point where she was standing and, much to my pleasure, dancing on the spot, a hand buried in-between her legs. She had me lift the board game to on top of her bed so she didn’t have to bend down so far to play, and I can assure you I had no problem with this. I watched on in curiosity, my heart beating fast. I asked if she was okay, and she told me that she was, but her strained voice said otherwise. She asked me why I had asked, as if she needed an answer. I told her, in honesty, that she looked like she was about to have an accident, and I said it with a bit of a laugh; for, I had no desire what so ever to make her think I had a problem with it. She gave a chuckle and told me that we had better hurry before that happened, and with that response, I knew with almost no doubt that she found these urine related proclivities of interest, and was most likely testing me.
Finally, it got to the point where she was finding it almost impossible to remove even a single hand from in-between her legs to play the game, and with that, she told me she couldn’t wait any longer. Maybe it was my lusting tendencies, that psychological void, or just the sheer testosterone flowing though me, but I summoned up the courage to remind her, with a teasing inflection to my voice, that she had said she was going to wait until the game was over. In a way, I wanted to convince her into waiting longer, but it was clear that no matter of innuendo would convince her to stay, for her desperation was simply too overwhelming. She informed me she just couldn’t do it and that I won; she then partly waddled and partly walked towards the door of her room, both hands keeping the impending waterfall from spilling over. When she got to the door she quickly removed a hand from in-between her legs. It was physically visible in her movements that with the hand gone, her control had been compromised, so she practically ran to the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. If you remember, I said before that her bathroom was directly across the hall, and I, almost feeling with enough effort could develop X-Ray vision, stared at the door intently. It was almost no time at all after the door shut, blocking my view, that I had a stream of urine – loud and pristine. If she had made it, it was clear that it was by the skin of her teeth, and any added delay would have surely ended in disaster. I listened to the stream and compared it to the sounds of when I urinated. I had heard it before on previous occasions, but given the many recent escapades me and Sam had embarked on, I had a new found interest in it. I considered gravitating closer to the door, but I concluded that the ends did not justify the means, and the risk was just too great. If her dad caught me listening to her daughter peeing, I would have surely been in for a world of troubles!
After hearing her wipe, I heard the toilet flush and the sink turn on. She then opened the door of the bathroom, me looking casually – possibly too casually – at the ground. She entered her room and sighed. Utilizing my aforementioned tact, I scanned her clothing closely, not identifying any type of wet spot or mark, and with this, I felt my heart sink a little. She told me how big of a relief it had been, and I was, and still am, quite sure it was; although, and quite selfishly – I must admit – I secretly craved her to not make it. I wanted with a great passion to her come back, her pants soaked, or at least a noticeable spot, but I had to put my greedy desires behind me and be content with what I had witnessed.
With the event in question over with, we took a seat on the floor, the same places we had been when we were playing our game, and we decided to just chat. I surely didn’t mind since it gave me plenty of time to stare at her pants and imagine their state if she had been less fortunate in her attempts to reach the toilet; although, we did not have much to talk about, and due to this, I found an opportunity to question her. I asked her, and I assure you it was in a teasing manner, if she had managed to get to the toilet in time. I had expected a cute smile and a resound confirmation she had, and while I was granted the former, the latter was entirely different! She told that something along those lines had occurred, but this surely meant something! If she had truly made it all the way, she would have said so, and I knew this, so I pressed on and asked her to explain. She had told me that she may have had a bit of trouble holding it in once she arrived at the toilet, and I, being the sexually destitute young man I was, told her that she didn’t look that bad when she was heading to the bathroom, and as I’m sure you have already deduced, this was a lie, but, lie or not, it served its purpose of making her go on. She told me that sometimes seeing the toilet, and seeing the bathroom, or even on long car trips seeing the house, could increase the urge to go. This was something I not only understood, but could relate too, since I had on occasions prior, been rendered a victim to such the creeping specter. She also went on to tell me that when she had to open her door, that didn’t help her either, and that was quite understandable as well.
Much to my enjoyment, she had begun to digress, so I, still feeling great curiosity and mild confusion, asked her if she had indeed made it all the way. She smiled in response and told me that she had – mostly. At that point, I could not turn back. I knew I had to hear more, for stopping then would have been an affront to men everywhere! If a man embarks on a dangerous journey in search of treasure and he finds a golden doubloon, then left privy to the fact the treasure is indeed within his grasp, can he be expected to turn tail and run just because said treasure could be booby trapped? Of course not, for that would be spitting in the face of exploration and the fires of passion! So I, embarking on a journey of my own, spade in hand, began to dig for more information. I told her that she had appeared as though she had made it; after all, there were no resulting marks of wetness. With that, she finally told me the whole story.
She explained that when she had initially left the room, she felt somewhat confident she could make it, but once she had moved her hand to open the door, her confidence, as is the way with all emotions – so fleeting in nature – left her. Her need increased by quite a bit, and seeing the toilet was no helping hand either! She ran for the bathroom and upon entering she flicked on the light and closed the door behind her. She then, her hands on the hem of her clothing, dropped her pants to go, but mere moments before she had gotten her clothing off, she lost control. I could feel great arousal flowing through me, and with that arousal, I found a new aurora of bravery. I used this to ask a risky question, one that would clearly show my interest for urine related subject matter: I asked her why her pants were not wet. I then explained that if she had lost control before getting her clothing off, her stream would have clipped the edge of the pajamas, thus leaving them at least meagerly sodden! I could tell that she was a bit taken aback by the extent of which I had examined the situation, but she was also slightly impressed. I feel it is safe to say that if I had asked most other people, I would have generally been met with an unfavorable response, but luckily, she was not most other people.
She said it was hard to explain, but after losing control she quickly managed to regain it, and that was when she dropped her pants. I pointed out to her that it sounded more like she had leaked, as opposed to losing control, but she informed me that when a woman starts going, she can’t stop, and if she does, it will normally be for a very short amount of time, depending on how much she has to go. She, being at the point losing control, started going and was only able to stop it for a split second, and that was the second she dropped her pants. I asked her how many times she could do it, as in, if she could do it multiple times in a row – maybe to stop an accident. She told me that each time a girl did it, it got harder to it again, and she was actually pretty surprised she was even able to do it once. If she had lost control for any longer than she had, stopping for even a second would have not only have been rather impractical, but quite impossible!
I took great interest in every word she said and I wanted to hear more - to know more! So I pressed the matter: I asked her the results if she had been delayed for five seconds. I was nervous to ask such a question, but it was getting to the point where if she called me out about my interests, there was no excuse I could make that would serve as adequate; so my trepidation was becoming less of a driving force in my mind. She told me that if she had been delayed in the room that she probably would have still made it, but potentially with a little more damage, and I, of course, took note of the fact she pointed out the location. I then restated the question, but this time added the little specific of in the bathroom. She informed me that the situation was then a different matter entirely! She told me that given how much worse she had to go at that point she probably would not have made it. Ah, life was great! |
Whew, this is my first story in a while...hope it turned out okay! This fic has male desperation, wetting and bedwetting (featuring Russia from Hetalia. Poor guy, I do love to torture him.)
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It was nearly midnight and Russia was almost drunk. Almost. It took an absurdly large amount of vodka to get him truly drunk, but he had still consumed a great deal to get to his current tipsy state. All that liquid was beginning to collect in his bladder at a startling speed. Of course, now he was on the bus home, with no restrooms in sight. He could have used the one back at the bar, but he hadn't really needed to go back then. It was strange; he felt so sure that he had already arrived home and gone to bed for some reason, but that couldn't be right. He was still on the bus. It must have just been his imagination and the alcohol, making him confused.
Russia moaned softly under his breath, hopefully too quiet for any of the other bus riders to notice, and squeezed his thighs together, curling his toes in his boots. This wasn't just some nagging sensation anymore. He had to pee. He really, truly had to pee and oh, why hadn't he gone back at the bar?! Many things about Russia were large, including his bladder. He could put off taking a pee for a long time, but when the need finally caught up with him he so often ended up getting horribly desperate. Of course, he was a man. He could handle it and hold it in just fine...most of the time. He most certainly wasn't going to wet himself on a bus full of people!
He bit his lip, crossed his legs, uncrossed them, squirmed in place. Every bump in the road seemed to jolt his bladder. He could almost imagine all the liquid inside, filling him up to the brim, making his bladder pulse and spasm as it was just about to burst-...no no no! Russia clenched his fists, tensing his muscles as hard as he could, but it wasn't quite enough. He felt a small, sudden gush of warmth spreading across his underwear. His hands flew down to his groin, squeezing himself tightly to cut off the flow. His pants felt horribly damp below his hands, and he was suddenly very glad to be wearing a long coat. It would hide any...leaks from his fellow passengers (and housemates once he got home. He couldn't imagine the embarrassment of being caught with wet pants by one of his sisters. Ukraine took care of him when he had accidents as a child, but he was much too old for that now!)
Even still, the coat wouldn't be enough if he lost all control and wet himself fully, and that was still a very real risk. His bladder was starting to spasm periodically, setting his nerves on fire with constant urgent pangs and the overwhelming need to let go. Another wave of desperation swept over him and he began to leak again, a weak little trickle that he almost wasn't able to stop. The wet spot on his pants felt very large now, and his face was turning red from the strain and embarrassment.
He needed to get off the bus, now. It was still too far from home, but it didn't matter. It would be better to walk the long way back to his house than pee his pants in front of a dozen other people. He pulled the chain to stop, squirming frantically as the bus finally slowed to let him off. He had to shuffle and hobble on his way out, afraid that he would finally lose control if he moved too fast.
He managed to hold on as he left the bus, but as soon as the bus began to pull away he felt his control slipping. His bladder seemed willing to release itself as soon as he was alone (and thank goodness the street was empty at this time of night) and to his horror, he felt the warmth gathering at his groin again and starting to spread. He pushed his hands around his cock again, but even that wasn't enough to make himself stop. He could feel the flow increasing, running down his pant legs and dripping off his clenching hands as the last bits of his control crumbled. Frantically he bolted for an alley, fumbling his fly down and struggling to pull out his still wetting cock. Finally he was able to free himself, aim at the brick wall and let go. His pants were soaking wet by now, but it hardly seemed to matter anymore. The raw relief almost made Russia's knees weak, and he forced himself to swallow back a moan. It felt so good, so good to finally relax...and it didn't matter that his pants were wet, surely they would dry on the way home! But something wasn't right. It was strange that the street was so empty of people, and it was strange that he felt he had already arrived home, and it was strange that...that he could still feel more warm liquid soaking into his pants...
Russia woke with a start, eyes flying open to meet the plain ceiling above him. He was at home, in his own bed...and he was wetting himself. His pajamas were already soaked and he could feel a huge wet spot below him on the bed, and still his bladder continued to empty uncontrollably. He groaned softly in shame, reaching down to try to squeeze and make it stop, but no amount of pressure made any difference. There was the throb behind his eyes of a mild hangover from last night at the bar, and his body still felt heavy with sleep. He closed his eyes tightly, bit his lip and stopped trying to hold back. The bed was already wet, so why not just finish? The warmth, the tickle of flowing liquid against his legs was almost pleasant in a strange way, embarrassing was it was. He sighed in relief as his bladder finally emptied itself entirely. He really shouldn't have enjoyed such a thing at all, but it felt so good to let everything go...but now he had a huge mess to hide before anyone noticed.
It was difficult to strip the bed when he still felt so dizzy, but he managed to finish most of the job when, to his horror, he heard a knock at the bedroom door.
“Sir?” Lithuania's voice sounded from outside. “Are you awake? It's almost ten, and I-”
“I-I am fine!” Russia stammered, tugging off the sheets the rest of the way. He could hide those...but what about the bed? There was still a large wet stain on the mattress. “D-don't come in, I'm awake-” he began, but too late, the door was already opening.
“Are you feeling well?” Lithuania asked as he stepped in, against the larger man's wishes. “You sound a little...” He voice trailed off, and Russia could see that he had noticed the bed. “Oh,” he said awkwardly. “Sir, did you...um...again? This is the third time this month-”
“You will tell no one about this,” Russia snarled in his most intimidating voice.
“Of course not,” Lithuania sighed wearily. “You can leave the sheets here. I'll take care of them like usual. I-I suppose you should have a shower now?”
Russia nodded grudgingly, trying not to pout and fighting back a blush as he trudged to the bathroom. Of course Lithuania would keep his secret, but why did he always have to catch Russia at the most embarrassing times? It wasn't fair at all.
“Um, sir?” Lithuania called after him. “This is...er, just a suggestion, but maybe if you were more careful about how much you drink before bed, you wouldn't have this problem so often...?”
Russia just growled and slammed the bathroom door shut. |
*you probably won't like this if you haven't seen Denpa Onna. Or even if you have. Also, not proofread. Yet.*
Omo Onna to Seishun Otoko
http://youtu.be/GrYG9sCk4NA
Makoto sighed, and checked the clock on the wall. Still twenty more minutes until the end of Erio's shift. Ryuushi and Maekawa were busy with basketball club and a part-time job, respectively, so he'd arrived here earlier than usual to take Erio home. As usual, the store Erio “worked” at was devoid of any customers. Apparently, people didn't like that it was staffed by a cranky old woman and a hikikomori dropout, so they avoided the place. While Makoto didn't blame them, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness as he watched his shut-in cousin absentmindedly chug a bottle of Dr. Pepper while staring into space. She'd been so determined to integrate herself into society, but she was just as isolated here as she was at home.
“Cousin.” Erio spoke up in a soft voice, her gaze meeting his staring eyes.
“Mm?” Makoto grunted, too hot and tired to form words.
“More.” The blue haired girl said simply, pointing at her now-empty bottle of soda.
”Drinking so much soda is unhealthy!” Makoto scolded her in his head, shrugging her off.
“More, more!” Erio insisted, louder. Makoto hung his head and stood up. With another sigh, he stepped out of the building, into the harsh, yellow sunlight outside. He dug through his pocket, searching with his fingers for the right coins, and inserted the money into the soda machine that sat outside the store. The sun bore down on the young man as his coins clinked down the slot and as the soda bottle landed emerged with a clunk. He slowly reached down and grabbed the bottle, its cold exterior wet with condensation, and made his way back into the store.
Erio hastily stumbled to her feet to greet Makoto as he reentered, her red and white polka dot dress barely covering her more intimate areas. Not that she'd care if he saw her panties or not, of course, nor would Makoto care to see them. She was, after all, just his weird, hikikomori cousin.
“Here.” Makoto said coolly, tossing the dripping-wet bottle toward the blue-haired girl. She stared with wonder at it as it traveled, glistening in the light, before she scrambled to catch it at the last second. The moment she had it firmly in her grip, she hugged the cool, icy beverage against her chest, tightly squeezing it to ward away the heat. The condensation that was previously on the bottle was now pressed into Erio's polka dot dress, lightly dampening it. It wasn't just her chest that was wet, though. Her entire body had a thin layer of sweat coating it, enough that her bangs stuck to her forehead and her dress stuck to her legs.
It was only after Erio finished gulping at her drink did Makoto notice he was staring at her. She shot him an innocent, sideways glance. She wasn't embarrassed or angry that she met his gaze, just simply... acknowledging it. The blue-haired girl gave him her trademark thin, cute smile, as if nothing in the world could bother her. She then turned to the clock.
“Mm. Five minutes.” Erio said, then took another sip of Dr. Pepper. “Waking manager.” She said softly, pointing to the back of the store. Makoto nodded in response, thankful to almost be out of the oven of a store. If luck was on his side, he'd go home to a giant ice sculpture carved by a half-naked Ryuushi and Maekawa... with Meme trapped inside the sculpture, unable to get her 40-year-old paws on him.
“Ready.” Erio's soft voice called from the back. Makoto stood up, stretched, and turned to face his cousin. Sweat beads still dotted her smooth skin, and the soda bottle, though empty, still dripped with the last remnants of condensation. For some reason, the sight of his cousin made Makoto rather thirsty.
“Mm... let's go, then.” He declared, stretching one last time before opening the door and ushering his cousin out. She nestled herself, as she usually did, in the basket on his bicycle. Hardly an easy setup, but one the two had gotten used to. Her two long, smooth, curvy legs stuck out from the basket precariously. If someone were to look inside the basket at this very moment, with her legs sticking out like they were, they'd almost certainly get a clear view of her panties. That dress really was far too short.
“Cousin?” Erio asked, interrupting Makoto's thoughts. He quickly shook his head, coming back into reality, and met Erio's gaze once more. “Hurry, hurry!” she ordered in an almost-but-not-quite sing-song voice. Whatever was, though, it was hardly a voice Makoto could deny. With a deep breath, he steadied himself on his bike, and, with a grunt, began peddling. It was the start that killed him. Once the bike reached a steady pace, it was mostly smooth sailing, and avoiding strands of Erio's long blue hair whipping in the wind. But the start, that initial push... murder.
“Hey, it's Niwa-kun! Huwah!” The stop was the second hardest part. Seeing Ryuushi, still clad in her basketball club gear and waving, Makoto had to stop. The trick was to do it slowly, so that the bike didn't go nose-first into the sidewalk from the extra weight at the front. The downside to this was that stopping took a while... no good for sudden stops. So, much to Ryuushi's dismay, Makoto slowly approached her, slowly passed her, and slowly rolled away before stopping about fifteen paces away. Ryuushi huffed, her sweat-ridden, curly brown hair bouncing as she caught up with Makoto.
“H-hey, Ryuushi-san...” Makoto greeted, scratching the back of his head.
“Call me Ryuuko!” The bright-eyed girl insisted. “Where are the two of you off to?”
“Ah, heading home. You?”
“Oh, well...” Ryuushi began, her gaze falling to the ground, “I was going to go out for ice cream with some of the members from club, and... well, I was wondering if you'd...”
“Cousin!” Erio suddenly said, cutting Ryuushi off. Makoto turned his attention from his classmate to his cousin.
“What is it?” He asked, annoyed at Erio's rudeness and oblivious to his own.
“Huuuurrrrry!!” She whined loudly, legs swaying back and forth. That girl... always in a rush. All she was going to do at home was lay around... what'd she need to hurry for?
Makoto sighed, and turned back to Ryuushi. “Sorry, Ryuushi-san...” he began, his choice of words immediately saddening the brown-haired girl, “... but I really should hurry home. See you at school tomorrow!”
Ryuushi pouted, and folded her arms across her chest. “Well, fine then...” she said, “and call me Ryuuko!!” she demanded once again. Makoto just smiled in response, and waved as he started pedaling once again, an effort that took the breath out of him. Ryuushi waved with a sour expression until the bike was out of sight.
Once again, Makoto and Erio reached a relaxing coasting pace. Makoto breathed a small sigh of relief and stopped pedaling, allowing inertia to carry them. The breeze that washed over his face as they rode was incredibly refreshing, though apparently it annoyed Erio, as she carried a sour expression despite the cool breeze.
“Something wrong?” Makoto asked.
Erio shook her head. “Nn, nnn!” she hummed, opting out of normal things like words and phrases. At least she wasn't wrapped in a futon...
“Oooiii!” Another familiar voice called out. “Transfer student!” It was Maekawa, waving him down from across the street. She was dressed in a ridiculous, huge lemon costume, only her arms, legs, and head visible outside the bulbous outfit. Makoto slowed, passed, continued, and finally stopped, then waited for the cosplaying girl to catch up. He heard her panting breaths behind him... wearing that suit in this heat must've been awful.
“Yo, Maekawa-san.” Makoto greeted with a short wave.
“Y-yo...” She breathed, still catching her breath. “On your way home?” she asked.
“Mm. Need to get out of this heat.” Makoto replied casually. “Not to mention,” he added, “this one's getting restless.” He pointed at the passenger in the basket, a thoroughly sour-looking Erio.
“Hurry, cousin, hurry!!” She cried in a monotonously cute voice. Reverting to her alien speech... maybe there was something on TV she wanted to watch? She continuously shuffled and shifted about in the basket, rubbing her thighs and calves together.
Maekawa giggled. “I see, I see.” she said coolly, smiling at Erio. “Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow, then. Later!” She waved and turned around, her large, cumbersome lemon outfit turning with her. It was so large and so cumbersome, in fact, that she clumsily lost her footing mid-turn and tripped, the yellow foam orb knocking into Makoto's bike and sending Erio and himself sprawling onto the pavement.
“A-ah...! I'm so sorry! Are you two... okay?” Maekawa asked, struggling to her feet and rubbing her forehead.
“Fine, fine...” Makoto laughed, standing to his feet and dusting off his knees. “Erio?”
“Uu...uu...” Erio sobbed, still on the ground. Makoto's eyes widened, and he dived to her side.
“Erio, are you hurt?” He asked, panicked. Two tear drops fell to the pavement beneath Erio's face. “Erio?!”
Erio suddenly looked up and shook her head. “N-nn...” she mumbled with a sniff, wiping a tear from her eye. She remained on her knees, however, and her thighs shook from being held so tightly together. It couldn't be... was she afraid that he'd see her panties?
“Erio, I... I didn't see anything, I promise!” Makoto assured, taking his cousin's hand. She met his gaze, then tilted her head to the left, confused.
“What's the cousin talking about?” She asked him.
Makoto's eyes widened. So... it wasn't the panties. Just another Erio-ism, then? “A-ah... nothing. Let's get you stood up.” he said, offering to lift her to her feet.
“One moment. Processing.” The blue-haired girl once again reverted to a monotonous, alien tone. She squeezed her thighs even tighter, and focused with all her might, staring at a slab of sidewalk. “Ready. Proceed to lift.”
Makoto half-sighed, half-laughed as he helped his trembling, eccentric cousin to her feet. With some effort, she got back into the bike's basket once more.
“S-sorry again, for the trouble.” Maekawa said, keeping her distance from the bike.
“It's no problem! We're both A-OK!” Makoto assured, smiling.
“Mm... see ya, then!” Maekawa called, waving and running in the opposite direction.
“Cousin, hurry. Hurry hurry hurry!” Erio repeated, imitating an extraterrestrial’s voice.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah...” Makoto breathed, resuming pedaling once more.
Twilight had already fallen upon the city by the time the two reached their street. The heat still hung heavily in the air, and the cicadas still chirped endlessly in the wind. None of that mattered, though, because finally, finally, they were home. Makoto couldn't wait to retreat to his air conditioned room just lie in the coolness. Smiling at the thought, he pulled his bike into the driveway, and motioned for Erio to get out.
“Nn, nnn!” She whined, shaking her head. Her thighs were rubbing together at a feverish pace now... what the heck?
“Come on! We're home!” Makoto insisted, pointing at the house.
“Nnnn, nnnnn!! Nn, nn, nnnnnn!!!” Erio continued to grunt as she fidgeted about in her basket. Makoto rolled his eyes.
“What the heck is your problem?” He asked, annoyed.
“Nn...... n...nn...!” Erio mumbled, her voice sounding more... forlorn.
“Spit it out!”
“N...nn...!!!!! Nnn-...! Nn!!!!” Erio shrieked, still refusing to use words. Her legs and arms waved through the air like she was an overturned lobster.
Fed up, Makoto lowered the bike's kickstand and stood up. He marched over to Erio's basket, firmly grabbed her under the armpits, and yanked her from her seat, pulling her through the air and sitting her feet first on the pavement.
“...” His cousin was speechless. The blue-haired girl didn't even grunt, didn't even whine. She just stared, her expression the same empty-yet-soothing stare she always had. Then he heard it.
Like a light spring rain, Makoto heard a pitter-pattering of droplets hit the pavement nearby. He looked to the sky, it's reddish-purple hue unblemished by even a single cloud. The droplets intensified and coalesced, now sounding like someone running a hose on their sidewalk. Makoto turned and scanned the neighborhood... no one else was outside.
Erio sniffed. Makoto spun around to face her, her eyes now closed. Sweat still glistened on her skin in the last remnants of sunlight... but she was shaking. He approached her, even reached out to touched her shoulder, until he looked down.
Erio gripped the hem of her dress with both hands tightly, pulling the red and white garment down as far as she could. Beneath the dress, shiny yellow liquid fell onto the pavement between Erio's feet, splashing onto her bare feet and forming a large puddle. Makoto's eyes widened in realization, and he froze in place. Erio sniffed again, sobs beginning to emerge, as the river of her pee continued to spill into her panties and onto the driveway beneath her.
“Erio... I...” Makoto began, but could think of nothing else to say. He could only watch, stunned, as his cousin used their driveway as a toilet, her face red as a cherry beneath her cool blue hair. She continued sniffling, her sobs increasing in intensity as more and more lemon-yellow urine spilled out.
Just when it seemed like the accident wouldn't end... the peeing stopped. Droplets still fell from the hem of Erio's skirt and the crotch of her panties, but the worst was over. Both Makoto and Erio watched as her impossibly-large puddle slowly worked its way down the slope of the driveway, onto the sidewalk, and onto the street. Steam and the stench of pee floated into the air, filling Makoto's nose, and snapping him back into consciousness.
“E-Erio... I didn't know...”
“Fuel Jettison Status: Complete.” Erio said in her robotic, alien-like voice, interrupting Makoto. “Commence Damage Report.” Makoto raised an eyebrow at his cousin, glad that she was dealing with her emabarrassment, but weirded out nonetheless. Then, much to his shock, she lifted her polka-dot dress up over her waist, exposing her crisp, white panties. Well, mostly crisp and white. The area around the crotch was darkened, slightly yellowed, and shiny.
“E-Erio... put that down before...!”
“Eh?!?!?!?!?!” It was Makoto's worst nightmare. He turned toward his house, filled with despair, to see his aunt Meme, Erio's mother, standing at the doorway. She stared with a shocked expression at the scene before her... Erio standing in a pool of urine, lifting her dress to show a staring Makoto her soaked panties.
“I-is this what you two do when I'm not around?!” She asked, stomping her way toward the pair. Shaking, Erio dropped her dress, covering herself back up. “Is this how you plan to steal my Mako-kun away, Erio-chan?! He's a pee fetishist?!”
“F-fetishist?! I never said anything abou--”
“I was watching at the window! She obviously had to go... you forced her to go right in front of you! You stared right at her...! Oh, Mako-kun... you're breaking my heart!” Meme ranted, causing both Erio and Makoto to blush. “If it's pee you wanted... ah, my God! Us adult women have accidents all the time! In fact, I can't think of a time when my panties haven't been a little damp! Do you want to see?! Do you?!”
Makoto shook his heard rapidly. “N-no!! Not at a--” Before he could finish, Meme lifted her tight blue miniskirt over her waist, exposing a pair of lacy pink panties underneath. Makoto's eyes uncontrollably shot to the crotch... they were damp.
“A-HA!” Meme shouted, lowering her skirt and pointing at Makoto. “I knew you'd look!”
“How was I supposed to not--”
“Come on, Erio-chan!” Meme interrupted again, taking Erio's hand. She pulled her daughter away from her rapidly-evaporating puddle and toward the house. “I'll tell you all about the time I wet myself when I was 23! Ah, maybe I still have diapers left from when you were a baby...!” She mused, finger in the air.
Makoto stood, stunned, as he watched the mother and daughter walk off. Erio clung to her mother's arm, still audibly sobbing, as Meme went on about diapers and bedwetting and perverts. Just before they entered the front door, however, Meme turned to Makoto, wearing the most serious expression he'd seen her wear. With a smile, she mouthed the word “thanks”, then continued leading her soaked daughter to a fresh change of clothes.
“I... what...?” Was all Makoto could say, as he looked from the door, to the puddle, to the sky, then back to the puddle.
http://youtu.be/xQb7PAv5q-0
-Spending a hot afternoon waiting for Erio: -1
-Running into and turning down Ryuushi: -2
-Getting knocked over by a giant lemon: -2
-Being oblivious to my cousin's bladder needs: -4
-Seeing cousin's panties: +2
-Seeing aunt's panties: +2
-Apparently handling a potty accident quite well: +2
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Current Adolescence Points: -3 |
This is my first time writing omorashi ^^" please tell me how I did >.< I hope you enjoy
It was like any other day at head quarters. Going through mountains of documents and false leads for the Kira case. Well except everyone had their eyes locked on a certain panda eyed detective as he drank his jolly rancher soda, his seventh one to be exact! Not to mention the three cups of Grande coffee and a whole teapot of English tea he had earlier.
L didn’t even notice he was being stared at, even as Light gave him frequent side glances. Which he usually took acknowledge of immediately.
Actually L did notice Light but yesterday the two lovers got into a argument and things between them are still rocky.
When it was obvious that L was not going to respond to any of their stares or even notice for that matter. Light called his name. The only response he got from the detective was a quick side glance to show that he was listening as he drank through a bendy straw.
“Are you ok? You’re drinking an awful lot today. That’s like your tenth bottle of soda” Light chuckle lightly. L knew it was fake
The detective removed the straw from his mouth and turn toward Light to give him his full attention. “I’m fine Light-kun it’s just that Watari found this new drink that he thought I would like. It’s really good do you want to taste?” L asked, trying to keep up a good front.
Light gave a weak smile “Not really I don’t like jolly ranchers or sweets so I don’t think I would really like it” Light glanced at his watch and made a smirk.
“Hey L, it’s 5:00 can we go out for our break now. Like you promised”
‘Bastard’ L frowned and sighed “Yes I did promise. I’ll tell Watari to prepare the car.” Irritated for being interrupted from his work and having to be around the brunette.
Matsuda stood up suddenly “Wait, what are you guys talking about? You’re leaving?”
L looked at Matsuda with a blank expression “Yes we are leaving we will be back in two hours. Until then you are free to take a break also or continuing working” and with that L put on his tattered tennis shoes and left with a smiling Light out the door.
Once in the car L went into his signature sitting position and opened his new bottle of soda.
“You know you really shouldn’t be drinking so much” Light said as he saw L gulp the soda.
“And why is that Light-kun?” L asked a little irked
Light sent L a glare “Because you have been drinking none stop since morning without any bathroom breaks!”
“My bladder is none of your concern. I don’t need to use the restroom. And I won’t have to while were out” L said stubbornly as he finished the last bit of his soda and pulled out another one.
‘Smart ass!’ “Fine” Light said through clenched teeth.
The rest of the ride was silent as they made their way to their destination. After about twenty minutes, Watari informed them that they made it to their destination. In the process L had managed to drink 5 bottles during the car ride. And just before he could get one more bottle, before Watari left. He felt a little pressure in his bladder. L didn’t pay it much attention but he thought it was best that he didn’t get the soda, so he left it and got of the car. Light was already out the car waiting for the detective. The duo entered the store as Watari drove off.
L looked around the store “So you wanted to go to the music store?”
Light smiled “Yea I wanted to buy a couple of CDs. Oh and don’t think were on speaking terms yet”
L frowned “Trust me I don’t plan to talk to you. I didn’t want to come with you.”
“Why did you come!?”
L jingled the chain. To make it seem obvious.
Light sighed irritably and went as far away from L as the chain would allow. “That’s the whole reason the argument even started” he mumbled under his breath.
As Light was looking though some CDs L squirmed uncomfortably as his bladder was filling more at a rapid pace
Light felt sharp movement coming from the chain. He growled under his breath as the movements just seemed to get worse and more consistent. He looked at L with a icy glare and walked over to the insomniac.
L was shifting his weight from left to right and pacing around shaking his hand occasionally. “What are you doing?” Light asked harshly
‘I really need to pee! But I can’t tell Light-kun, it would prove that he was right and he said we weren’t on speaking terms. I’m not letting him get satisfaction of rubbing this in my face! I will not lose!’ “When will Watari be back?” L asked, surprised his voice sounded so calm.
“He’ll be here in 5 minutes. Is something wrong?” Light asked suspiciously
“No, I just don’t want to be with Light-kun. He is irritating me” L said deadpanned
Lights eye twitched as he pulled his fist back, ready to leave a bruise on his boyfriends face. But before his fist collided with L’s face, he remember he was out in public. As not to cause a scene Light just walked away from the panda eyed detective and went back to searching for CDs.
L winced at the pain in his overloading bladder. He crossed his legs together tight in efforts to hold back his need. His cock semi hard from the intense pressure his bladder had on it. The insomniac closed his eye to get his mind off his ever growing need to release. But as his mind began to drift he felt a spurt of urine escape his bladder. L’s eyes snapped open as he cupped his front desperately trying to prevent another outburst. After a couple of minutes L got more control of his bladder and was able to let go of his groins. Like on cue Watari pulled up at the front of the music store. Ready to pick them up, the detective bolted out of the music store dragging a surprised Light along with him. Before Watari could even open the car door for the duo. L practically yanked the door open and leaped in the back seat. Light shocked out of his mind slowly got in the car and shut the door behind him. Not comprehending what just happened.
L pressed his legs to his chest tightly, he found this position to be making things worse, but L had to make his self look perfectly normal in front of Light so he wouldn’t find out. Thankfully the little damage made earlier was not really the noticeable.
As the car began to move, it suddenly came to a stop.
“What is wrong Watari why have we stopped moving?” L’s voice held a hint of urgency. Light seemed to notice and looked at the detective out of curiosity. L face was flushed as he squirmed uncontrollable in his seat.
“L are you ok?” Light asked concerned for his boyfriend
‘Damn it why does he have to be so observant’ “I wish Light-kun would stop asking me that. I said I was fine! Just leave me alone! Were not on speaking terms remember! Now if you’d excuse I was talking to Watari not you!”
Light gave L a venous glare and turned facing the window. He was too angry to even argue with the detective if he did, he knew he would do something he would regret out of pure rage.
Watari replied to L’s question
“It seems there is heavy traffic; we won’t be at headquarters at least for another two hours or so”
L mentally cried, he couldn’t wait two hours! The sugar addict removed himself from his signature sitting position and sat normally for once. L could feel his intelligence drop a considerable amount. Doubled over as the pain in his lower abdomen grew, L felt so full he thought he was about to burst. He squeezed his legs together tightly as he let out a whimper. At that point L couldn’t take anymore. He didn’t care about losing or if Light-kun was extremely angry at the moment. All he knew was that if he didn’t get to a bathroom now. He and the seat would be pretty soaked.
“L-Light-kun” L said pleadingly
“What the fuck could you possible want!?” Light said sounding really pissed at the moment
Just then L felt another spurt and squeezed his groins. Leaving a very noticeable small dark spot on his light blue jean.
“I –I have to u-use the washr-room really b-badly Light-kun! I-I h-have to pee v-ery badl-ly!” L pleaded on the verge of tear from the unbearable pressure on his dick and abdomen, adding to his absolute embarrassment.
Light eyes went wide as he looked at the blushing detective rocking back and forth on the seat cupping his manhood like a little kid who has had way too much to drink.
“O-Ok L hold on. There’s a cloths store right there” Light said trying to comfort the detective. Lights dick twitched as he heard L whimper his name.
“L-Light-kun I don’t t-think I-I make it in this t-traffic!”
Light looked shocked, ‘Geez how long has he been holding it!?’ “Watari we will be back in a second.”
The elder nodded in acknowledgement. Light opened the car door and hop out, gesturing for L to come with him. The insomniac got out slowly and followed Light in to the cloth store as he cupped his front desperately.
Light lead L to the restrooms in the back and waited for the insomniac to finish. Light figured while he was waited he’d do a little shopping
L smiled wide as he approached the urinals. Sighing with bliss L tugged at his jeans, but they didn’t fall. He tugged at them again with a little more force. But they still didn’t fall. L’s eyes when wide as he crossed his legs and hopped up and down. ‘Why won’t the damn things come off!’ the detective pulled desperately at his jeans trying to release the grip they had on his waist. ‘Wait why are my jeans clinging to my waist?’ L thought for a moment and then it hit him like a ton of bricks. He promised Watari he would wear pants that actually fit him today because if his usually baggy pants were to fall or get tugged off accidentally he would he pretty embarrassed. L squeezed his front as he felt a dribble leave his dick. ‘Oh I didn’t try the zipper yet’ L tugged his zipper hard and of course it was stuck. L squeezed his legs tighter. And tried to ignore the sharp awful pain in his abdomen. He couldn’t hold on much longer.
Just then Light walked in the bathroom holding a couple of bags.
“L you still haven’t gone to the bathroom yet!”
“N-No my pants won’t come down and my z-zipper his snuck!”
Light set he bags down and advanced at L, tugging at his zipper. Light was very aroused by this whole situation his hard cock twitched as he looked at the writhing L.
“Hold on a second I’ll get your zipper down for you”
Both of L’s hands clutched at handful of Light’s clothed chest. As he leaned again him for support.
‘oh no it’s coming out!’
Lights eyes went wide as he felt sudden moisture on his fingers. Before Light could even say anything, L release one hand from his chest, clutched at his groins, as the floodgates to his bladder opened. Unconsciously trapping Light’s hand under his own. Lights painful hard on twitched as he heard L going into a moaning mess. His urine gushing against his hand as it hissed loudly. The front of L’s jeans had a growing dark spot. As the spot got bigger it spread to his pants leg. Making his jeans look originally dark blue
Tears fell from the insomniacs eyes as the orgasmic relief swept through his body and the utter embarrassment burned on his cheeks. He tried desperately to stop but the stream went on strong.
L’s legs were shaking as pee trailed down them and pooled on the floor, drenching his now yellow tennis shoes.
Light was awed at how much was coming out of L’s bladder. It seemed like a never ending fountain of golden liquid. Light didn’t know why but he found this whole thing to be very hot. Very hot indeed.
Light finally felt the stream slowing come to a stop after 4 minutes going strong. His and L’s eyes went wide as they observed the gigantic golden puddle on the floor. Good thing Light set his shopping bags on the sink counters.
Light helped L stand up as he heard the insomniac’s jean released a waterfall of urine. Light gasped from the shock of so much pee L had come out of him.
L’s tear stained cheeks burned hotter as he broke out crying.
Light broke out of his daze when he saw the detective began to cry. He pulled the insomniac into a tight embrace
“L everything’s alright’ it was an accident”
L sniffled “Y-Yea b-but I did th-this i-in front of y-you! You p-probably t-think I’m s-so disgusting right n-now”
Light lifted L’s chin with his finger. “Look at me, I don’t and I never will think of you as disgusting. I was actually turned on a lot from that. Don’t you feel my hard on?”
L’s eyes went wide as he paid more attention to the rock hard bulge that was probing at his waist.
As L gasped Light captured his lips in a heated kiss. Sliding his tongue into the others mouth. Receiving a muffled moan from the spiky haired boy.
“MMppphh! Ah!..Stop Light-kun”
The brunette massaged the others tongue with his own. Indulging himself in the pure taste of L.
As the two broke a away for air, they decided they would finish this when they get back to headquarters |
So, I've noticed that some people have taken Zryouiki's Wet Note and used it in their own fics. While reading some, I got this idea in my head. And stop snickering about the bad title. Enjoy!
NOTE: Although this takes place in a "world" where all Wet Note fics come together, it is (obviously) not canon in any other Wet Note fic. Think of it as an "alternate reality"....or something.
"Hey, didn't that girl just walk by a few seconds ago?"
"You haven't noticed? This is, like, the seventh time she's been on this street."
Going off of what those two just said, Mayu guessed that she made another wrong turn. "ARGH! This map is useless!" Mayu's day off wasn't going so well. Every Saturday, she gets a day off from her Omogami work to do whatever she wants. Thing is, there's nothing to do besides preparing for the next day of work. Music? Too noisy. Television? Bad shows on Saturdays. Video games? She finds them trivial, and they make her head hurt. Sports? Frustration and anger triggers her bladder.
However, one thing she loves to do is read. Her house practically has, or rather, had, a library inside it containing many mystery novels, from popular books to court transcripts. She had always gone there when she didn't have to work, but due to some troublemakers thinking it would be funny to set fire to her garden, the house caught ablaze and every single one of them was destroyed. All those banned novels, all those rare collectible covers, all of the stories she came up with...gone forever. Naturally, the kids who did the deed got off the hook because of "accidentally" doing it, which didn't bother her, but they were laughing about it! They didn't even apologize! It makes her really angry just to think about them, which is REALLY saying something! She's not easily angered!
Well, she's actually angered very easily. She just chooses to believe that she's a calm person even though she can get angry at the drop of a hat. (Littering IS a crime, people!) It's more of a curse than anything, due to the fact that angering her will probably cause her to run to the restroom while swearing at you. Other than being angry all the time, she's actually a nice person.
Of course, anger was about to kick in, and the first thing she was going to do was rip that stupid map to shreds. As much as she hated doing so, she had no choice. She had to ask for directions. "I'm sorry, you two, but do you know where the Aoi Investigations building is?" she asked. The two simply stared at her blankly. "Um...it's right behind us."
Confused, Mayu looked at her map again. It clearly said "Bank" on there...then she realized that the map was made 20 years ago. "...Oh...Thanks..." Clearly embarrassed, she ran into the building while the two girls tried their best not to burst out laughing.
The building itself was pitch black. Nobody could have possibly been in there. She was just about to leave and look somewhere else when a spotlight turned on, lighting up a table in the middle of the room. Behind it was Aoi, Mayu's favorite detective. She had every newspaper article she was ever in before the whole fire thing. "Are you the one who I'm interviewing today?" she said. From the sound of her voice, she seemed tired. Mayu was supposed to be there 30 minutes ago. "Yeah," Mayu said, "t-that would be me. Sorry I'm late, but I had trouble finding this place..." She had been preparing for this day for quite a while, using her free time to think of what she would say and how she would answer questions that might have been asked. Unfortunately, she'd forgotten everything she had planned to say.
"Sit down," The famous investigator said. Mayu lost her old clothes in the incident, but she had just enough money for some new ones. The ones she had on now were a blue shirt and skirt she saw on sale. After adding a tie, she figured that she looked good enough for the interview. "Mayu, is it? Why do you think you deserve this job?" Okay, after rehearsing her speech so many times, she could finally show Aoi that she was the right one for the job. "Well, Ms. Aoi, I have gathered a substantial amount of information from various sources about your current case. I believe that if I had access to some of the things that you have found, we can come much closer to finding out who's behind this."
"Interesting...first of all, I would like you to give me a summary of the case we're currently working on."
"Yes ma'am. Across the realms, important people have been wetting themselves at important occasions, leading them to do something completely different than what they were going to do. Due to the fact that the last Wet Note inspection had no entries about any of these people, you have assumed that Wet Notes have been stolen and used to do these acts. But my information leads to a different explanation. You know how when a non-Omogami touches a Wet Note, it becomes theirs? Well, as an Omogami, I can view a document that records when and how such a thing happens. It seems that this past month, an abnormal amount of Omogami have been "dropping" their Wet Note while searching for a restroom. In every occurrence, someone would pick it up and begin using it on the girls in their realm."
"It's odd, sure, but what does it have to do with the case?"
"Well, what if the person behind this is trying to get the ones who found the Note to use it for something evil?
"Um, 'something evil'? I guess, but it's a bit farfetched...and wouldn't it make more sense if the ones who found it were working together?"
"Ma'am, I've done a background check on them, and they seem like average people. They never even knew about the Wet Note prior to finding it."
"That still doesn't change the fact that you haven't shown me any evidence whatsoever to back that story up. I would've at least expected a printed document."
"Well, I had evidence, but my house sort of...caught on fire yesterday. I lost everything..."
"...You really expect me to believe that?"
"But...that's what happened!"
"So, I'm expected to believe that your house caught on fire the day before the interview."
"I'm telling you, that's what-" Mayu paused. She told herself she wouldn't get angry.
"You're wasting my time. If you have nothing to show me, please leave."
Mayu couldn't help but get angry at that remark. "What is your problem? It happened, I say! It was ON THE NEWS! I don't know WHAT your problem is, but my LIFE was IN THAT HOUSE! All of my books, my research, my artwork, and the only thing I had to remember my dead brother by! All of it was IN THAT HOUSE! You know where my house is NOW? It's GONE! And you have the nerve to tell me that NONE OF IT HAPPENED!?" Mayu regretted saying that as soon as she said it.
"Whoa, calm down!" Aoi was obviously not expecting this from the seemingly harmless girl. "Now that you mention it, I remember something about a house burning down on the news yesterday. I guess I'll just believe you until I have the time to look it up."
Mayu cooled down when she heard that. "So, do I get the job."
"I never said that. I still have a few more questions for you."
"Well, can I use a restroom first?" Mayu had gotten angry for a second, and now she was going to pay the price.
"Can you answer my questions? It would be a waste of time to not finish it."
"I don't think I can hold it."
"Look, just answer a few more questions."
Mayu was in a lot of trouble at this moment. If she held it much longer, she was going to wet herself. She could just walk off, but she really wanted this job. "Okay, just g-give me the questions reeeeaaaallly quickly please."
"Okay, do you have any experience with investigations?"
"Um....I always know who did the crime about halfway through detective novels..." She couldn't really think while focusing on her increasing bladder.
"....That's not what I meant..."
"Well, I can't-" She spurted a bit into her purple panties.
"You can't....?"
"Urgh...." She couldn't hold it much longer.
"We're not getting anywhere like this. We'll stop the interview for five minutes. Go on."
Too late. Mayu had lost control and was wetting herself in Aoi's chair.
"I don't think it matters now..." Mayu said in a joking manner. She was trying her best to make it a humorous situation, but she was on the verge of crying. There goes any chance she ever had at getting her dream job. Still, she tried to act completely calm as she finished emptying her bladder into her panties in front of her idol. "I-I'll clean this up real quick...do you have a towel?
Aoi sighed. "It's okay, I'll get the janitor to clean it up later." She pressed a button on her phone, and the lights came on. Turns out that the interview actually took place in what seemed like an abandoned bank. Did they really do their work here? "I see you don't croak under pressure. I like that. Tell you what: We'll hire you."
Mayu's Eyes widened at the sound of this. She made it? Despite her lower half being completely soaked, she was overjoyed about this, raising her fists in the air and saying, "YES!"
"Wait, you didn't let me finish. You're going to be helping with the investigation for one week. Whenever you're not working at your Omogami job, you're going to be aiding us. If you've proven yourself in a week's time, you stay. However, if you haven't done good work...." She imitated someone's head being cut off with her finger.
"Got it!" Mayu was just happy to be working. "So, do I get an office?"
"Yep. See that elevator? Take it to floor -2,and whoever is working at the counter will assign you an empty office. You might want to head to floor -7 first, though."
"Why's that?"
"That's where the showers are."
And...that's it. The wetting happened extremely quickly on purpose. The moment she gets angry, her bladder magically fills up to the top. So, thoughts? |
Well...I sort've forgot about this fic....oops.
Looking back at it, it still has some big errors. I can't fix them, but I figure it won't interfere with one's
enjoyment. Hopefully my writing skill have gotten better since then.
NOTE: Sorry if there's any format issues. Notepad decided to malfunction on me while writing the last part.
Chapter 2: The Nerd
Mayu's research hadn't been going all that well. Sure, she found a few details here and there, but most of the
things she found were already in the database. To be honest, she didn't feel right working with such notorious
investigators. Even after Aoi gave her a second week to prove herself, no clues were in sight.
She couldn't be thinking about that right now, however; the Omogami had a job to do.
The realm she picked to meet her quota was area 354, AKA the 'uneventful realm'. Nothing ever happened there. There
was no magic in sight, and people seemed to imitate the same routine they do any other day. This realm was truly a
strange one. Personally, she wanted to choose area 957. The Emperor didn't allow taking a being out of its realm,
but she couldn't resist tending to what the residents there called "Pokémon". The uneventful realm, however, was
more important to her at the time. It had the highest record of lost wet notes this past month. The most recent
ones had taken place in the United States. Thankfully, English was one of the many languages Mayu knew.
Mayu sat near the back of the school's lunchroom, trying to be as quiet as possible. The high school students were
merrily chatting, unsuspecting that one of them was about to lose control. She looked around, trying to find a
target that wouldn't be too embarassed by her accident. One person that caught her eye was a first year, sitting
alone at an empty table. It was quite shocking, as Mayu expected someone with her looks to be quite popular.
Specifically, the girl had long, brown hair and a shirt with some sort of tank on it.
Mayu continued to switch seats while nobody was looking, working her way up to the lonely girl. Upon further
inspection, the shirt had 'NEWGROUNDS' printed under the tank. Probably some sort of name-brand, Mayu guessed. She
opened her backpack and pulled out a black notebook. Students tended to be the easiest targets, due to the Wet Note
blending in with the environment. Suddenly, a girl decided to sit next to her.
"Hiya!" the student said in an overly loud tone. "What'cha got there?"
"....doodling." Mayu tended to play the shy card when someone tried to talk to her. She was a pretty good actor, so
she could fake a lot of personalities that bore teenagers.
"Really? Lemme see, lemme see!" Before Mayu could even refuse to show her, the hyper girl snatched the note
out of her hand and started flipping through it. Mayu didn't want to start shouting at her and trigger her bladder,
so she did the kindest thing she could think of at the time. She bonked her on the head and snatched it back.
"Ow! You're no fun!" The girl walked away, feelings hurt. Mayu scoffed. She didn't have time for such ignorance.
Upon looking back at the lonely girl, several students started creating a circle around her.
"Well, well, if it isn't Ms. Otaku Wilson!" one of the girls remarked. "Trying to hide from us again?"
'Otaku Wilson' remained silent.
"What's wrong?" another retorted. "Watched too much anime? Do you even remember how to speak English?" The girls
laughed at that remark.
"...My name is Cathy, not Otaku." She talked in a very quiet voice.
"We know that, genius," the first one continued. She seemed like the leader of the group. "I guess all those
violent fighting games you play are starting to affect your brain!" More laughter.
"Jennifer, please go away..."
Jennifer responded to this by giving Cathy a hard slap on the face, nearly knocking her over. The nearby students
were chuckling about it. "Why don't you make me? What're you gonna do, shoot an energy ball at me?"
Mayu tried to stay calm at the sight of that. She somehow managed to put enough money together for a pack of
diapers, but she was only able to afford the cheap ones after spending most of her money on renting a hotel room.
She needed to keep her cool, for she could easily wet her diaper enough to make it leak. It wasn't going so well,
however, and she could feel her anger nearing the trigger point.
Then she looked at Cathy.
The look on that girl's face was true terror. Her eyes looked into Jennifer's as if saying 'have mercy on me,
please....' she'd seen that look before; that was the same look her little brother had before those burglers....
Mayu suddenly broke down. All the anger she had built up was replaced with sadness and concern for that girl. She
ended up leaving the lunchroom so she could regain her composure. No matter how much therapy she went thorugh, she
still thought about him every day. After drying up her tears and returning to her normal self, she knew what she
had to do: embarrass Jennifer in front of everyone.
The first thing she needed to do was find out the girl's surname. English-speaking people tended to use the given
name, even if the people didn't know each other. After skimming through the yearbook she ordered just for the
occasion, she found a picture of the cruel mistress. Opening the Wet Note, she wrote Jennifer Smith down.
Once Mayu went back into the cafeteria, she could tell that Jennifer was already desperate, trying to get through
the crowds of people wanting to talk to her. Ironically enough, she was running to the restroom that Mayu had just
seen. Little did poor Jennifer know that it was out of order.
The entertained Omogami followed Jennifer out of the cafeteria and hid behind a wall. She had a feeling that
Jennifer would be too desperate to notice. Of course, the door to the broken restroom wouldn't open for her, and
the only other toilet was downstairs. At that point, it seemed that she had given up and fell down. Everything was silent at first. The girl seemed to be in serious pain. After about ten seconds of Jennifer sitting still, holding
her crotch, and tearing up, she suddenly gasped. The hissing noise that Mayu knew so well erupted as her ripped
jeans and the floor turned a darker shade. The tearing up she was doing turned into a complete sob as the warm
liquid soaked her bottom. Mayu decided to leave the school building after that in paranoia of causing suspicion.
She was hoping to have an audience see her accident, but Mayu was sure that they would notice from the look and
smell.
"So that's how an Omogami works, eh?"
Mayu turned around to see her boss. Apparently, she saw the whole thing.
"Aoi!? How'd you get out of the Omorealm?"
"I got a permit from The Emperor to investigate areas one through five hundred. The most recent reports of missing
Wet Notes are coming from those realms." Aoi looked at the school. "Were you trying to get her kicked out or
something?"
"Kicked out? Why would she be kicked out for wetting herself?"
"Don't the schools in this realm temporarily ban you if you don't follow directions?"
"She did follow directions, though," Mayu smirked. "The sign said 'use floor below'."
"Very funny, Mayu, but I didn't come here just to hear puns. First of all, congratulations. You're working at Aoi
Investigations from now on."
"What? Why? I didn't even find any evidence this past week."
"Mayu, this case is a lot bigger than we thought it was. The balance of all realms will flip upside down if we
don't figure something out. We'll need all the help we can get right now."
"Oh...." Mayu was hoping to get the job because of her skill, but she's still happy about it.
"Either way," Aoi continued, "you're done with your job now, right?"
"Actually, I was hoping to get a few more points before-"
"This is important. Get to the conference room as soon as you can." Aoi's look became more serious, something Mayu
didn't think was possible. She walked off, not waiting for Mayu to respond.
"O-Okay, just let me make sure I didn't forget anything." She checked her backpack. Everything seemed fine. All
five pens, cross-realm passport, money-
"Oh...oh no...."
Aoi turned around. "What? What is it?"
"My Wet Note," Mayu grimaced, "It's gone."
Chapter 2 End
I promise you guys there will be more. Feedback is greatly appreciated!
I know, the wetting scene wasn't that good in this one, but I wanted this to be a story chapter, and not a wetting one.
Also, feel free to give character ideas. (Name, Appearance, Situation, etc.) I won't except every one, though. Not to be mean or anything, but I'm just going to pick out ones I find a really good idea.
I really hope this doesn't count as Necro'ing. |
Important note: This fic is not mine! This is a fic I found on Fanfiction.net.
The author is here: http://www.fanfiction.net/u/3027799/explorertotodile
The story, which is multi-chaptered, is here: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7244450/1/PokeAccident
Warnings: This fic contains both male and female desperation and wetting. It's also all Pokemon, with, to my knowledge, no human wettings involved.
PS: I'm only going to upload the first chapter; the fic is ongoing, with the rest of the chapters being contained in the second link.
If I have time, I may post the other chapters on here.
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Poke-accident. Chapter 1: Charizard's wet bus trip
Let me tell you a story that starts with my Charizard, one where he wets himself on a bus. ever since this accident happened he has hardly ever made it to the bathroom dry. But let me talk about him first, he wears fingerless gloves with a poke-ball on them, he also wears Toeless socks with a pokeball on them as well! He hates games made by LJN, and hates it when he has to pee and he can't go, especially when he's about to wet himself any minute, he talks, and is sometimes impatient, he is at his worst mood when badly wet, but likes to drink lots, Now lets get to the story!
I was getting ready for the meeting with Curtis Malinowski and his Buizel. It was about who would join the gang and fly to Ukraine, a land full of sports, it was hot outside, so everyone was drinking Budwiser, But not as much as Charizard, he was drinking rapidly, bottle after bottle, Maybe 12-15? Maybe not?
Any which way, he finished his drinking race and I asked him if he needed to use the toilet, he did, I wanted to see what happened if he wet himself, and that is why i could hear him shout "SHIT! The door is locked?" I smirked as i peeped at Charizard trying to open the door, swearing as he did so, I asked him if he could wait, he said "Oh man, if only." I said to him "Maybe you can wait until we get there?"
He said "Look kid, it's 5 miles, Leeds to Bradford, I can't even wait until London."
I said "Give it a shot!"
He said "Give a shot? Well, I think its time i did, Alright, if i wet myself in the bus, You will pay me 15 bucks kid. You got it?"
I said "Okay!" As i had 825 bucks, 55 times then that! So we got in the bus, I started my Stopwatch on my Jailbroken iPod Touch 3G as soon as soon as Charizard put his foot in the bus. His challenge of holding it in until Bradford started. He sat down next to me. We sit in the front on the second floor. I also own a Raikou, a Dragonite, a Pidgeotto, an Articuno and a Grovyle.
Charizard asked me "This is gonna end fast right?" I said yes, Like i said, Charizard really hates it when he has to pee and he can't go, especially when he's about to wet himself any minute, the only time thats happened to him to that was when he had to pee and we were stuck in Tokyo's Traffic and he forgot to use the bathroom and limit his drinking, he was in tears a little, he had his hand jammed between his crossed legs, it was raining, and even though he made it, he did spring a leak when he was at the bathroom door.
Anyway, Charizard was trying to forget that day, and ever since he has remembered to limit himself to drinks, but each time he forgot he got worse and worse at holding it in, and this day was the day that finally made his bladder explode.
Charizard nudged me, I looked at him, he asked me "Hey kid, How far am i through the test?" I showed him, We had only gone 5 minutes, Charizard was suprised, even after that accident in Tokyo he would be happy to make it in Triumph through a 1 hour trip to Bradford, "55 minutes to go! Yeah!" He said.
Then Pidgeotto flew to me from downstairs, he asked me who was driving? I said we had autopilot on! Pidgeotto sat on the right seat of the right side of the bus, Pidgeotto asked Charizard about his fast bathroom trip, Charizard said "I was in a bit of a rush Pidgeotto, its no big deal." But it was, he had drank so much Budwiser and he was unable to use the bathroom, then Pidgeotto said he was just going downstairs for somthing.
Charizard said to me "Should i tell him?" I said no, Pidgeotto is incapable of keeping a secret, if he did, they would all go upstairs to watch Charizard wet himself, but a naughty part of me wanted me to tell pidgeotto the truth, but little did i know that Charizard would ask me so many times to check the time.
Its 10 minutes into the Car trip. Charizard was now tapping his foot, Now i realised that Charizard wasn't gonna have a bright trip, because each time he needs to pee, his day goes from GOOD to AWFUL, I use a percentage meter, when it hits 100% They start to wet themself, and with Charizard it was still a 5%, easy to manage.
Charizard asked me "What time is it, kid?" It was only 10 minutes in, Charizard sighed, i could tell that Budwiser was getting to him, because when he taps his foot, I know he has to use the bathroom, he doesent know that i know when he's gotta go, like now he doesen't know that I know whats wrong.
15 minutes through and Charizards already staring at my stopwatch, I asked him whats wrong, he said "You won't tell anyone right?" I said no, He said "I gotta go use the Restroom really bad." He said as he tapped his foot to keep his mind off his bladder. As he had 45 minutes to wait, his percentage meter rose by 3%, now My misson was 8% complete.
20 minutes and Charizard is tapping his foot faster, Charizard is moving on to double digits as his meter rose by 7%, 15% now, he is now asking me if we were getting anywhere, I said we were in London. He knew he was screwed as traffic is heavy in there, but we went past in a breeze.
25 minutes gone and Charizard is already wanting to use the restroom. I tried to help him take his mind off his aching bladder by opening the window to let the sun in, Some breeze came in through the window and making Charizard Shiver, therefore increasing his meter by 8%, my chance of seeing Charizard wet himself was 23% now,
Charizard looked bored, and we were past Londen and into Edinbrugh, where it was raining. Now Charizard is used to rain, but he was now horrified to see it raining, it increased his need heavily by 15%, 38% of his meter were full , Charizard really didn't see this coming at all, he tried to ignore it, but the rain was loud, making it hard to do so.
Halfway there and Charizard's now squirming and fidgeting, the rain worsened in the past 5 minutes pushed him to 50%, 2% added every now and then, Charizard was mad at me for making him do this, he said "Shit, why the fuck did you make me do this?" I said "Why are you asking? Its because you told me to." He realised that was the truth and said "Shit! Why did i even agree to the dare in the first place?" I stared at Charizard as he Squirmed and Fidgeted to stop himself from changing the seat colour from grey to dark yellow.
We've gone past 35 minutes and Charizard is wanting to give up and I knew because he asked me for a cup to pee in. We were in Manchester and Charizard is already attracting attention to himself. Pidgeotto came back to see why the bus was shaking a little, then he realised that it was Charizard, The desprate-to-pee dragon, Pidgeotto stared at him, realising why he was quick in the bathroom, he couldn't go, and his meter was 60% full, Pidgeotto smirked at Charizard as he realised that he had to go to the restroom. Then flew back downstairs.
40 minutes, gone, Charizard's meter, 70% full, Charizard had all eyes on his bladder, We were going past the worst school in the world in westwood way, West Oaks School. After we went past that, we went into Weatherby, here, It started to rain heavily, giving Charizard Several waves of Desperation, Charizard couldn't hide his Desperation any longer and crossed his legs and jammed his hands between his legs, his Meter was 75% full.
45 minutes left and Charizard is sweating like mad. Charizard said "A-alright, kid, If i w-wet myself, you remember what you have to give me r-right?" I said "Yes, 15 bucks, what else?" Charizard said "Y-yeah, nothing else! Please, if i spring a leak, that will be gonna be 7 bucks okay!" I said okay.
50 minutes and Charizard starts to sit on his tail, he curves his tail it in a way so the flame on the end doesn't go out. Charizard's meter grows by 15%, leaving him with a 90% full meter. Charizard now dug his claws into his crotch to ease the pain. He was on the verge of wetting himself
55 minutes through the hour and Charizard is already trying to keep it clean for the last five minutes. "Wait, What time is it." We saw it, 55 minutes through, Charizard sighed and said "Wow, I did i..." but was unable to finish his sentance as the bus jerked and Charizard Sprung a leak, Dampening his fingerless gloves and staining the seat, "No! I made this far, I c-can't g-give u-up!" He said as he tried to stop the leak. "Charizard you're almost there! Don't give up!" He stopped it, He was on a 98% meter now. Two more and he's done for. Then he pushed his hands on his crotch. Signaling he was about to explode. Tears started to flow down his cheeks as he said "K-kid, I don't think I can wait..." I said "Listen, Charizard Don't just throw it away. Keep it up!"
Bradford at last, but we were stuck in traffic. Charizard springs another leak, soaking his fingerless gloves more, staining more of the chair, and wetting his tail a bit, Charizard was 1% away from wetting himself.
The traffic was slow as god knows 's meter was at 99% full, he was on the verge on peeing himself for the first time in ages, He looked at me and said "There's no doubt about it, I'm gonna wet myself no matter what." I said "Don't worry, look! The traffics clearing up!" I was right, it was all cleared up.
We saw the gates of the meeting area. Charizard sighed in relief that he made it with minor wetting. But as soon as the gates opened, he said "Urf. C-can't hold it, any, longer", the car jerked. He roared in anger as his floodgates bashed open and pee gushed out of him. Charizard's meter reached 100%, he had wet himself, he was shocked to make it so far then lose control of his bladder and explode, It took him until they parked to finish emptying his bladder.
When he finished, he looked at himself, his Fingerless gloves and the bottom of his toeless socks were drenched and stained yellow, his seat had stained a dark yellow. He had a yellow puddle beneeth his feet. Pidgeotto came back. And laughed at Charizard. I said "Lets see it happen to you then!" He flew back after I said that. Charizard cried as he hugged me, I hugged him back as I could feel the warmth of Charizard's fingerless gloves. I gave him the 15 bucks i promised him.
In the waiting room of the meeting Pidgeotto tried to get in the bathroom but he couldn't because the door was locked. I knew this was gonna happen, and i was excited to see him wet himself.
TO BE CONTINUED |
Important Note: I do not own this fic! This is another wetting fic I found on Fanfiction.net
The author can be found here: http://www.fanfiction.net/u/2416707/yournameandnumber
Note; the above author has a few other wetting/diaper stories on their account as well. ^^
The link to the story, which is multi-chaptered, can be found here: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6119215/1/Yellows_new_problems
Warnings: Loli, bedwetting, diapering, Specialshipping (Red/Yellow), female desperation/wetting. The grammar, spelling, and sentence structure is poor, but I still enjoyed the fic none-the-less.
This fic comes from the Pokemon manga (Pokemon Adventues) verse.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon special.
Anyways, here is the first chapter of Yellow's new problems.
Yellow was aware that she was blushing heavily. The fact that she had had to do this almost every night of her life and had to do it again tonight was not a factor that helped a whole lot. She stammered, "Do I HAVE to do to this, dad? I mean, most of my friends are coming over here to stay the week!"
Her father replied, "Yellow, I know you don't like doing this, and me and your mom don't like doing it to you, but you know what the other option to do is, and you never liked people finding out about your secret, but they are your friends and would probably help you, not laugh at you. However, if you want to get this over with, we had best do it before anyone gets here."
Yellow the pokedex holder stared at the floor, embarrassed but knowing her father had a good point. Given the choice, Yellow decided quickly.
She said, "All right... let's get this embarrassment over with and hope none of my friends arrive while you're still... you know." Yellow and her father headed for the second floor of the house the two of them lived in along with Yellow's mother, who was a reporter for the Viridian times and was currently in Sinnoh checking out a strange incident said to have been caused by a group called team galactic. Her husband was her top aid, both in getting photos and stories for the paper, and to give his wife moral support, despite the fact Viridian city's newspaper did not use lies to sell more papers, as Yellow's mother had been nearly killed by a insane escapee from a mental institution, which still haunted her.
Yellow pulled up one of the floorboards, pulled out a key, and opened a room with a large lock on the door. Yellow entered the room without any trace of surprise, despite the fact that most people outside of her parents would have been visibly surprised at the room's arrangement upon entering it, due to the fact that the room was set up with a large variety of baby things, such as a crib, high chair, a supply of diaper cream, baby powder, a mixture of pullup and diaper bags in one of the corners, with only one of the bags having any of either left in it, although neither Yellow or her father took note of this.
Yellow went towards another door in the room, this one not locked, and entered into a small room, it's only contents being a changing table and a small number of books, such as: "How to deal With Teenagers Wet Beds"; "Helping a Teen Bedwetter," and so forth.
As you probably guessed by now, Yellow was a teenage bedwetter, and commonly wet her bed at night, and she hoped her friends would not find out about her problem, as she thought they would tease her. Yellow placed herself on the top of the table, having removed most of her clothes to get ready for the "tradition" she went through every night for most of her life. Roughly two minutes later, Yellow's underwear had been removed, and she had had it replaced by a somewhat large diaper with varying Pokemon on the front. However, Yellow quickly realized, to her disturbance, that the diaper, since it was not wet, was constantly making crinkling sounds.
Since she had gone to the bathroom before she went into the changing room, and could not get it wet so it would not make crinkling noises, she realized that her friends would likely hear her diaper crinkling.
Deciding to deal with that later, she wentdownstairs, where she was surprised to see her friend Red waiting at the kitchen table. He smiled at her and said "Hi, Yellow." Yellow blushed somewhat, as she had a noticeable crush on Red.
After Yellow's father left, Red noticed Yellow's diaper making crinkling noises, but did not know what it was, and asked Yellow "Yellow,do you know what that weird noise is?"Right then, Yellow decided she would talk to Red about her diaper-wearing needs for nighttime.
Yellow said, "I-I do know what it is Red-san, but I'd rather we talked about it in about 10 minutes or so, so I can get used to someone knowing this before I tell you."
Puzzled, but wishing to hear what was causing the noise, Red said "OK."
End of chapter one.
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If you would like me to clean this up a bit, please let me know! This is how the actual story appears in the link, but I can edit it to make it cleaner, if you so choose.
Edit: Fixed the formatting and some of the grammatical errors.
Edited August 8, 2011 by Toki-chan
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~I never, in a million years even pondered that I would find something so perfect to have allign. A secret fetish, and a well-know hobby. I've been writing a murder mystery for some time now, and I just found this, and I figured, well, I really ought to try this out~
Prologue~Mostly Story~Nazgul's Point Of View~
The dark waves of the ocean battered the weathered cedar of the ship, as it cruised over waves. All the passengers on board were headed from the mainland, Shernguld, into the profitable island nations. Everyone wanted a piece of the islands in the new-found archipaelago, whether it be to extort the land of its resources through crime, or to create a living for yourself by harvesting the resources slowly and utilizing them to create a slow trickle of money. I decided I'd be a thief, and I always knew I would end up like this.
I managed to not fly around like several other passengers of the fine vessel, and I had nestled in the corner, my hood and thick fur tunic commenting his brown haired pale face. Soon the sound of waves stopped, and the smell of the ocean seemed more faint. Several people were now climbing the ascent to the top deck, and I followed, looking around at the fresh young faces looking for work. Few caught my eye, except for one strange lady, wearing weird clothing, mostly composed of feathers. As soon as I got off, I looked around. Mostly shacks in the small city, Pollas, I believe it was called. I just wanted a tavern to stay the night in. As I walked along the dusty old path, I realised I hadn't seen a single child. They had said that everyone was young and strong here, I didn't think it meant it was void of people whos age exceeded thirty.
Anywho, I entered the first rustic old building I saw, and asked the maid at the counter about staying. She mumbled almost incomprehensibly about how there were no rooms in the old inn, and so I continued on. Many hours I searched around, to no avail. Finally, I had come to the slums, where I walked into a shady tavern. Many battle worn eyes, and mischevious ones, eyed me. A lost, innocent man, perfect for mugging. I walked up to the counter and asked if I could stay here. 'Sorry, we're fresh out of rooms. If you want, you could split the price with another person and share the rooms,' she said slowly, almost waiting for me to say no. You know what? I was tired. 'Sure,' I said, and peered around the room. Pirates, thieves, all kinds of criminals. But off in a corner, wrapped in a blanket were a pair of eyes that couldn't have belonged to any of the criminal sort. I took careful steps over to the person, looking at it. The shawl fell off, what I now knew was a 'her', head. I examined her. About my age, shoulder-length black, silky hair, and eyes that pierced my very soul. I looked at her, my eyes running up her slender, toned body and meeting her eyes. I extended my hand slowly, 'My name is Nazgul,' I said with a smile. She warily eyed me, and shook my hand slowly and carefully. I sighed, knowing she might be my only chance at not sleeping on the streets, or being stabbed in my bed. 'I need someone to share an apartment with. I can pay half of the price for the room, so . . . ' I said hopefully, awaiting a reply.
She nodded, standing slowly as she walked. My eyebrows came together as I followed her suspiciously. A couple of brigands eyed me suspiciously, chuckling. I could only speculate as to what I was falling into. Was she bait? I couldn't tell. I merely wandered into the room. I heard the door close behind me, and it was that suspicious creek that set me off. My silver dagger had left it's sheath, and I was face to face, with several men, wielding swords, with the innocent girl in the corner. 'Th'er money!' The man in the center yelled belligerently. 'I've got none . . . ' I lied. They looked at eachother, their swords becoming more tense in their hands. I bit my lip, and beads of sweat dripped down my face. Death imminent as fast as I came? I spun the dagger around on my finger, carefully maneuvering it around skillfully. The brigands all stared at eachother raring to fight. 'I estimate I will come out of this three brigans richer,' I said with a chuckle. I was hoping my voice didn't hint at nervousness. They looked at eachother, two of the weaker looking ones merely left, but the one in the center had his sword ever tensed. The girl still sat, scared in the corner.
The brigand charged at me, and and I bit my lip. There was no way I could beat this muscled man with a wimpy dagger. I closed my eyes tight, and a blood-curdling scream filled the air. The brigand dropped to the ground in front of me, and the girl withdrew her dagger. She stumbled backward dropping it in the corner, covering her face. I looked at her, sneering. I walked forward, dagger in hand and looked at her, her arms covered her chest and her face, and her legs were pressed together tightly. I rared my dagger to strike, but something prevented me. I looked down at her clothy leggings, at the crotch area, where a hissing sound had started, and slowly, a yellow liquid seeped into her pants, and she cried out, still in a fetal position. I had reached a decision at this point. 'I'm not going to kill you,' I said, sighing, as I sheathed my dagger. She sat up, quickly gripping her crotch, looking at me with those big eyes. She shuddered, whimpering. She stood, hand still pressed into her crotch. I merely looked at her perplexed as we stood up and exited the room, but not before I looted the bandit of his things. She desperately walked out and took a swift left where she came into a small room, which I entered as well. When I came in, I realised this must have been here real room. It was slightly more spacious. 'I'm Juno . . . I'm sorry- . . . They have my mother . . . My father owed them a lot of money- . . .' She said distractedly, opening another door into a smaller room I assumed was the bathroom, I entered it aswell staring. She just looked at me, blushing. I brushed back my black, curly hair, merely staring at her. She sat on the toiler, with her pants on, and me standing there, she looked petrified. 'You need something?' I said, raising an eyebrow, knowing this would torment her. Fair is fair considering she nearly killed me. She just sat there, legs spread wide, pants still on, and slowly, the bright yellow liquid soaked her pants. She held her arms close to her perky breasts as the pee dripped out of her, and into her pants, thoroughly soaking them. She pushes her hand into her crotch in a vain attempt to stop the steady tide, but to no use.. She shuddered, tearing up. I merely stood there.
After she got changed we chatted for a bit. She asked me why I did that to her, I told her that it was fair, considering she nearly got me killed. I learned she was born on the island. Only daughter of Cristovel, leader of the overseas expedition. While on the trip, he accumulated massive debt from gambling, and she had little time to pay off the debt, or her mother would be killed. Of course, this was the final gambling card, and if her mother died, it would mean she would be the next hostage, and obviously, being the last member of the family, she would be left to pay off the debt. She was most likely to become a sex slave for Gidrioni, the first mate on the ship, who gathered a large bandit group once they got on the island. Before she could continue, I had to interject. 'My mother was a sex slave on Shernguld,' I shouted angrily.
~Sorry about the quality of the Omorashi. I sorta intended this to be story mostly, so expect more with the next chapter. Also, next chapter will be in Juno's point of view~ |
Onwards, To Adventure!
~Juno's Point Of View~
I could feel my cheeks turning a deep red as we left the tavern. 'I just told a complete stranger my life story and vowed to protect me, and help save my mother. I have no idea what kind of sympathies he took from me trying to kill him. Not only that, but I pissed myself in front of him. I really need to start wearing diapers . . . But it's so embarassing. Or maybe I could just not pee myself. The doctor said it's just physcological . . . Ugh' I said to myself. Nazgul kept walking straight, heading off into those more shady parts of town. 'So you know where this underboss faggot is?' Nazgul said sternly. 'Y-yeah . . . It's all a system. Each underboss reports to the next in the line of command . . . So we'll have to find out where Gidrioni is by going to all of them step by step . . .' I said, and Nazgul spun on his heel. 'We're going to need more than just you and I. I have no money to hire mercenaries . . . We'll have to do our best,' he said as he continued down the grimey road.
On the way to this first underboss, I realised I had to pee. I would just annoy him. Maybe those two glasses of ale weren't the best idea. Nazgul continued walking sternly. As we walked, I got slightly more desperate. I started grabbing my crotch as we walked along, shifting around as we walked. 'Nazgul . . . I need to pee,' I murmured, and he just kept walking. 'No time,' He said looking around, as we arrived at a small house. As soon as he saw the brigands, he recognized them. The other two who had left him. He drew his sword and charged, and I tried to keep up. Several men swarmed him, but he managed to keep them at bay with his looted sword. I merely hid in some shrubbery not far from the house. I could see him managing to take them out, one by one. How was he doing this? Pure rage? He said his mother was a sex slave, and I said I might become one. Maybe that was it. It had to be. My thinking was interrupted by raspy laughter coming from my left. A man wielding an axe was now in front of me, and out of the corner of my eye, I could see Nazgul being over-run. I darted to my right, not having time to grab my nearly bursting bladder, I ran as fast as I could behind the house. As I rounded I felt a hot spurt of pee leak into my cloth panties, I shuddered, whilst running. The man was already quite fat, and slowed down by the axe, so I ran in the back-door. As I entered I saw several men who were occupied at a table, and I darted into the closest door. I shuddered, relieved I was not caught, but I still had to pee. It was a closet. It was so tight and crowded I could barely maneuver, and my hasty entry had not helped. I sat there, unable to remove my pants. I slithered and wriggled around. But then it occured to me, I was probably generating quite an amount of noise. I heard footsteps outside the door, and laid down. The closet opened, and the burly axe-man stepped in. He looked around. 'Bloody mice . . ' He said menacingly, looking around for a rodent. Meanwhile, another spurt shot into my panties, completely soaking them, and a small wet patch appeared on my pants. I noticed I had made a slight hissing sound as it happened. 'Wha-...' The man murmured, as he tossed aside things hiding me, and finally, he found me. He snickered, closing the closet behind him. We were so close I could almost feel his toxic breath from his mouth. He chuckled softly, with his raspy voice, moving ever closer. I sat, and his foot came directly next to my vagina as he leaned down. I looked at him, knowing I was now bound to become a slave. I just let go. The hot liquid swelled, and it exited my pants, and drenched the floor, and his foot. He pulled back quickly, disgusted by me, and the door collapsed at his weight. I could have ran, but I was petrified. I just sat, finishing emptying all the hot urine onto the floor. I felt one more thing other than extreme fear. An odd sense of arousal. I stuck my hand into my pants to feel my trembling body, and I ran my finger across my pussy, shuddering and shaking. I quickly withdrew my hand, realising exactly where I was. I looked down to find that my pants were soaking, and my leather shoes were going to smell like pee for quite some time. Just then the axe-man started to rise, and if I hadn't already emptied my bladder, it would have done it just now.
But as he rose, a bloody man lunged a sword into the man. It wasn't Nazgul, but he was dressed in slave rags, and was black. After he pulled the sword out of the axe-wielding man, he looked at me. He raised an eyebrow as he examined my soaked pants. 'That guy musta had a weird fetish,' he said chuckling in his deep voice, extending his hand to me as I blushed. I accepted it, standing, coming out of the pool on the floor that was turning sticky on the wood. I followed him, seeing Nazgul proudly talking to a man tied into a chair. 'Ah, Louis, who'd you find?' He said with a smile. 'Some girl,' He said blatantly. Nazgul looked at me with those piercing brown eyes. 'Good, I thought you were gone . . .' He smiled. Several people in slave rags were now dawning armor, and taking weapons. Men, women, even children placed on leather caps, and held daggers. Though many fled, many stayed. I was awestruck by them. They were helping us. We saved them, and now, they're trying to help. Maybe there is hope for these islands yet. Nazgul turned to me, grabbing my hand. 'There are many more outposts, but we managed to beat the location of the next one out of him. We're going to free all these slaves,' He smiled, but his eyebrows creased. He told me he came here to be a thief. That he was going to make his living off of crime. A change of heart? He's hacking through brigands, and helping some defenseless girl rescue her mother. He waved the men forward, and three of us, Nazgul, Louis and I walked in front of the army of about, 20 people, forward toward the outpost.
We went and sold a good portion of loot, and bought ourselves tents and food, enough for everyone. We pressed on, until the sun set. I was still amazed by people wanting to help me. I walked into the bustling camp, where people shared laughs, and food was passed around, and I saw a few figures in a tent. I slowly moved the flap aside, entering. Three figures stood, Nazgul, Louis, and a girl in noble robes. She passed around papers. To the two men, as I walked to their table. 'Oh, Lady Juno,' Nazgul said, as he bowed. I could only stand in astonishment. 'Word of this has reached the town. All of the hard working civilians there support you to govern the islands,' He said dryly. I just got here weeks ago, I didn't help at all, and now I'm expected by people to be a leader? Because of one thing I did today?' I said, knowing that I would not possibly be able to handle this. Nazgul sighed, pointing to a noble. 'My name is Isolla, I am here to deliver a message from the king of Shernguld. He wishes you to rid Gidrioni of his iron grip on the land. He cannot spare any men, but he has confidence in you. I will be joining your party as of now, however,' The lady said, tousling her long blonde hair behind her shoulders. I fell back, fainting. So much responsibility, in a mere matter of moments. Now I know what heroes feel like. But I'm not a hero. Nazgul is, but he's given the credit to me? Why?
I awoke in a bed, Nazgul sat next to me, with an eyepatch over his eye I hadn't noticed before. I sat up, and looked down. The bed was not wet, thankfully. I'd had bed-wetting problems for many years, and I didn't think today would be an exception. I turned to Nazgul, looking at his now grizzled features. 'Why do we have to do this? I don't want to be some fancy noble . . .' I murmured still focused on his eyepatch. 'Because this place is vile. It always will unless there is a change. Shernguld just needs a pretty face with a cause to convince the people to live under their flag,' I said, somewhat annoyed. I could only nod, as I slipped back down into the bed.
~This will be a largely story piece of writing, and it just makes wetting and desperation moments all the more sweet~ |
KECLEON INFO
The 2 Kecleon Brothers were getting ready for another day of being a market keeper. One Kecleon was Green/Yellow Sells Poisons, Apples, Seeds, and the other one was Purple/Green
, Slightly younger though, he sells Orbs, TMs, and Boxes (I think). Some distunguishment would be "Greeny" as the older one, and "Reddy" as the younger one.
MY INFO.
Im Brendan, Im bored, and Im a Totodile (As usual)
My Pal's info.
I recuited some more so i have...
Vaan The Squirtle
Penelo The Torchic
Grovyle (Who Else?)
Dragonite (Dragonites Rule)
The rules of the guild say u can have 5 members now!
(Intro)
It was a nice day. Greeny and Reddy was getting ready for thier job. They had drank water. But not as much as Grenny. He refilled it loads.
Reddy said "What the heck? How thirsty are you amigo? Thats like your 3285th drink."
Greeny said "Kid, Drinking water is good for you."
A bad reply from Reddy said "But not for your bladder. We can't wet ourselves in our workshift."
Greeny said "Amigo! My bladders strong! And that toilet is gonna be ready for us soon, we just have to wai...."
But he couldn't finish as he herd the worker say "Wait for the next day because theres been a fault." Greeny said "Okay!" when he was thinking "Oh crap i drank that much so i could be the first to use it, If i wet myself, I'll...".
*my point of view*
"UP AND AT 'EM, ITS MORNING!" Loudred shouted at me like a madman. Vaan and Dragonite were still asleep, I got out my DSi and put "Fright Flight" on full blast with headphones to wake them up. One earpiece was Vaan's and the other was Dragonite's.
We did our motto as usual. I decided to go to Kecleon Shop, Greeny said "G-good morning Amigo! What would you like?" I got info why Greeny studdered it was because he had to pee. Greeny was oblivious to the fact i used my DSi to gather info about this. Greeny said "Look at this list!" It was this dissapointing list,
Pecha Scarf 3500
Apple 25
Apple 25
Apple 25
Purple Gummi 800
Sleep Seed 70
Violent Seed 150
(Wares)
Esacpe Orb 150
Hail Orb 150
Hail Orb 150
Rollcall Orb 150
I only go for Reviver Seeds and Oron Berrys, And I only had 3836. Greeny stood like he normally did, So i exited,
Until Team Tasty asked for water i came back. Greeny's face rose, "W-water?" he said The kind Swellow said "Yes, why not?" I used Mind Read Psenergy, It was "Oh crap, just my luck. Gonna be holding myself in 5 minutes if everyone keeps asking for water." So he went and got water from the tap. A sweat drop rode down Greeny's head as he filled a cup with water. It increased his need. "Here." Greeny said, "And don't ask me again, thats our water." Wurmple said "So I can't have any?" Greeny gave him a drink of water. So my plan was to Make Greeny wet himself in humiliation.
I told everyone that "The Kecleon Shop's water is the best!" They came to Kecleon shop to go try the water.
After thier taste of water. Greeny said "What do you want? I gotta use a bathroom bad!" He was in his normal standing positon but squirming a little. He said "Well come on, can't wait forever!" But thats my job, as I had an Omorashi Fetish, i put on fake sunglasses as they record video. It had 55 hours left. The other was filled with Ouendan, EBA, Guitar Hero III, and PaRappa videos.
I put it on Record. "Amigo! Are you still here?" I said "YES!" The list was shown again, I asked for water. "NOOOO!" He said, he got some water. I asked for extra large. He gave me mine. I said "What about the others?" I got 4 more drinks."Thanks!"
That water was getting to him, he squirmed a bit more. He said "A-amigo, do you care to sell a toilet?" I said "No! What kind of shop-keeper are you?" Reddy had left 50 minutes ago. Greeny said "Ahh please i gotta go really bad Amigo!" Then he fell to his knees and begged.
I brought a toilet to him. He said "Thank you!" But it was a messed up one that when sat on it breaks down.
He sat on it. It broke as usual. It pushed a wave of Desperation on him. He moaned as he stood up and grabbed his crotch. Greeny said "Amigo this is getting v-very hard to, hold it..." I said "Really, wow." This was getting easier by the minute to make him wet himself in humiliation. I said "It's okay ju..." I couldn't finish as he moaned as a spurt of pee escaped his grip, making a small wet spot on the floor, I loved to make the omorashi victims wait long enough to wet themselves.
Another spurt escaped his grip. Making the wet spot bigger. "Amigo i can't hold this forever, Please give me time to look at t..." Greeny got interuptted by a scream. "MR. KECLEOOON!" Greeny was finally mad at me, he slapped me across the face as he said "Nice one." I said "Well, enjoy seeing your 2 fans seeing you wet yourself!" as i rubbed my face and walked back, usally Greeny has an Azurril and a Marill as thier fans, and thier they are. He pretended that they were closed. azurill said "Aww..." Maril said "Do they do this to you too?" I said "Nah." After they left I could hear a "NOO! The bathrooms 5% done?"
I lifted up the Metal and said "Hey you! Come here, NOW!" He said "Ngh, c-can't hold it any longer Amigo!" A tear escaped Greeny's eye and ran down his cheek. His floodgates bashed open and pee rushes out of him. he let go, when he stopped he pulled me in and put the metal on. he said "Amigo, did you want me to wet myself?" I said no. he said "Oh. sorry, by the way Amigo."
"What?"
"I still have to go a little"
THE END.
Edited August 18, 2011 by antifairy
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Hello my fellow omorashi writers!
I’m calling the competitive spirit in you! A lot of great stories are getting published on animepee, multiple roleplays are in action, but there’s on thing this writing community doesn’t have yet; a writing competition! Slater introduced the idea one year ago, and a lot of people were enthusiastic about it, but the competition never took off. I’m blowing the dust off the concept, adding my own personal adjustments - I hope that’s alright.
At first: this is a themed story writing competition. In each competition there will be a theme and a scenario, to make the stories comparable, and the judging easier. Following the scenario is much appreciated, but don’t let it limit your artistic freedom; altering the scenario to a little extent is allowed, but don’t deviate too far. For the first month the scenario is quite wide, so I don’t think that’s a problem this time.
Prize: the winner of the competition gets a prize. Off course, this competition is just for fun and you won’t be able to get rich by winning, but it’s just a small incentive to get as much writers aboard as possible. Only the winner gets a prize, so make sure you write story is as good as you can! Any story can enter, but be aware that a five-line story isn’t as appealing to read as a longer well written piece. 750-3000 words is probably a nice goal, but don’t pin yourself to those numbers. You can write from any point of view (first or third-person). The submitted stories should be all in English, however language isn't the main judging criteria. Anyone can enter, even new members!
About submitting: You may submit more than one story per competition, in case you have too much inspiration for a single tale. It is not necessary to meet the closing date, but any late entries will not be considered for the prize. You can submit a story by sending it to me by a personal message; the time you send the story will be considered as the delivery time. Revisions are possible, even if your story is already submitted, but only before the closing date. In the case of multiple revisions, the last revision before the closing date counts, unless told otherwise.
All stories will be posted on the boards after the closing date. Any story published before that will be disqualified from the competition.
Judging: Well this is one thing I haven’t worked out yet; since this is a community competition, I also want your vote in the process. There are two options. Option one is that we form a judging team, a small panel of “expert” members who judge the stories.
Option two is that everyone can vote, and by everyone I mean any member of animepee. To rule out cheaters I suggest that only members with more than one month of seniority can vote, unless they already have proven to be valuable on the forum. For obvious reasons you can’t vote for your own story.
I strongly suggest that the criteria to be judged are the criteria Slater used for his writing competition - suggestions are welcome, but I can’t do it better than him. The criteria are the following:
If you have any questions, feel free to ask them in this thread. Oh and since this is - as far as I know - the first omorashi competition in a very long time, why don’t I give you an example of one? I’m not sure how many of you remember the website www.femaledesperation.com, but ten years ago, they were hosting a similar writing competition, rather successfully for 33 months. The site is down, but you can still visit the archive: http://web.archive.org/web/20041204105212/http://femaledesperation.com/comp/comp.htm
Many magnificent stories were submitted at that time - just read a few of them and you’ll know what I mean. Just to give you an idea of the outcome of such a competition...
Story competition - month 1
Here’s the information about the first story competition... you can start writing today, and suggestions are always welcome.
Theme: desperation, possibly wetting
Scenario:
A group of friends is attending a show; you decide what kind of performance they are watching. For example; they could be at the movie theatre, they could be attending a concert, or some kind of play,... Let your own imagination run wild. The “show” that they are attending is quite long, and there’s no intermission planned - maybe your characters aren't aware of the fact that there is no break? They all have consumed a large amount of fluids before - or during the show. Their bladders are filling up, and at least one character is getting desperate to pee. Unfortunately she or he is seated in the middle of the theatre, and there’s no easy way to the bathroom, since the venue is packed with people. What happens next is up to you. Does your character tries to hold it until the end of the show? Does she/he find the bathroom afterwards? Is there a line at the bathroom? Be as creative as you want to be.
The two key concepts are a large crowd, and a considerable amount of liquid intake. The number of people in your group of friends is undetermined, from just two to... much more, as well as the number of desperate people. Off course it’s possible that they all need the bathroom, but maybe just one of two of them are struggling - it’s your decision. Oh and, the term “friends” can be handled loosely; a group of girls/boys/both is off course ok, but the characters can also be family (sisters/brothers/cousins/...) or even a couple on a date. Just make sure that they are about the same age.
Closing date of the competition: 16 OCTOBER 2011 <- new date!
Prize for the winner:
- a piece (+- 1GB) of my movie/picture collection (for example, I have more than 2GB of Snuppa, 12GB of Bound2Burst, 6+GB of WHP material...)
OR
- a $10 award (only paypal!)
Additional comments:
The idea of this scenario originates from a true event at the movie theatre. Me and my girlfriend were attending Pirates of the Caribbean 4, and we had both drank a large soda, not realising the movie would last that long. Thirty minutes before the end of the movie my girlfriend whispered to me that she really needed to pee - she said it was from drinking so much soda, and that she hoped that the movie would end soon. Ten minutes later I also really felt my bladder kicking in. During the remainder of the movie my girlfriend kept giving me remarks about her uncomfortable need to relieve herself; normally she doesn’t do that, so I knew that she was a bit desperate. I’m sure she wasn’t in the “wetting my pants in a few seconds” stage, but she definitely was in the “bouncing in her seat” stage. Anyway, since I needed a pee myself, I was also eagerly awaiting the end of the movie. When we finally thought the movie was over we grabbed all of our stuff, ready to jump up and run straight to the bathroom. But after that scene there was another scene. And another plot twist. And another scene. There was even a scene after the credits! It was like it was never going to end... (We finally made it to the bathroom in time by the way)
I’m sure you have all been to a movie that just keeps on dragging and dragging on, or at a concert where the performer keeps giving encore after encore. Combined with a full bladder, that might be an effective combination; we all know that desperately holding yourself is partly physical, but also partly psychological. A bursting bladder is already as bad as it is, and it’s even worse when you don’t know when you will be able to relieve yourself. Even worse is when you “tell” your bladder that the moment is finally there, but then it isn’t. The more you do, the more you get uncertain, and the more your bladder gets “uncertain” too...
(These additional comments are purely personal by the way, and not in any way part of the scenario) |
So, I'm writing female omorashi (after many months of hiatus). I've been playing Magical Battle Arena Complete Form recently, and I've fallen in love with the two original characters in the game. (Ruru Gerrard and Nowel Diastasis) The act as `antagonists' in the story mode for Magical Battle Arena CF. Meh. On to the not-very-good fic. (Oh hey, this is my first fanfiction submission on the site. :D)
xxXxxxXxx Ruru's Desperate Battle
``Ruru!" Nowel said as she slammed the door open, rudely awakening the red-head from her sleep, ``You're late again."
``I'm sorry, Nowel..." Ruru mumbled sleepily rubbing her eyes, ``I'll be up--AAAHH!" Ruru let out a high pitched shriek as cold water doused her body.
``Be outside in five, or else," Nowel deadpanned. Ruru nodded, if looks could kill, she'd be dead a thousand times over. Nowel glared at her and left, slamming the door just as hard--if not harder--as when she entered.
``Five minutes, five minutes," Ruru repeated jumping out of bed and running around the room, frantically getting dressed. She looked at the clock, three minutes had passed, if she ran fast she'd make it outside in time.
I should go to the bathroom, I haven't gone since last night... Ruru thought, but one look at the clock told her there was no time for that. Hopping and pulling her shoes on, Ruru grabbed her drill and bolted out the door nearly running down Nowel in the process.
``Watch where you're going!" Nowel hissed, ``You're late again."
``B-But it's only been three minutes!" Ruru retorted. Nowel glared daggers through the red-head, ``I-I mean..I'm sorry."
``Let's go. We have training to do," Nowel said turning around and flying up into the sky leaving the city and entering the inter-spacial rend. Ruru followed quietly, not wanting to anger Nowel further.
As the Ruru entered the rend, she saw Nowel hovering about fifty feet from her. Though, even from that distance, the burning anger Nowel was emitting could be felt clear and strong. Ruru assumed a fighting stance and rushed at Nowel, who flew the other way. Ruru stopped and fired a few small drills at her opponent, silently cheering when she saw that at least one had connected with her target.
``Bitch!" Nowel hissed firing energy balls back. Ruru tried to dodge but the projectiles grazed her arm. Ruru was getting ready to rush Nowel when she noticed a twinge in her abdomen. She hadn't used the facilities since before bed the night before.
Nowel'll never let me go to the bathroom after I was late today...I'll just have to wait... Ruru decided and rushed at Nowel. But Nowel was faster, flying away at the speed of light. Ruru hissed slowing down. When she looked up Nowel had her staff pointed directly at her. Ruru squeaked and tried to fly away but a blast of blue energy hit her like a ton of bricks, Ruru fell through the sky letting out a gut wrenching scream. The energy blast had hurt like hell, and even knocked her temporarily unconscious. Nowel flew closer charging energy as Ruru shifted, coming to.
Ruru opened her eyes somewhat dazed. The feeling in her abdomen had increased ten-fold because of the blast. In her foggy vision, she could see the energy balls surrounding her superior. She quickly got up and dusted herself off, ignoring the nagging ache in her abdomen, and ascended quickly just as Nowel unleashed a fury of energy balls. Ruru climbed in altitude dodging most of the homing little energy balls. (Save the one that she accidentally ran into head first.)
Nowel started charging more energy as the small red-head flew toward her at a breakneck pace. But this time, Ruru reached Nowel just before she unleashed her energy, punching and kicking the bluenette as hard as she could. Nowel unleashed the energy and attempted to run, but Ruru was ready, she rushed forward slamming her spinning drill into Nowel.
Once! Twice! Thrice! Ruru thought excitedly. I may have a chance at winning!
Lost in thought about possibly defeating her superior and getting to relieve her now aching bladder, Ruru was unprepared for Nowel to strike from behind.
``Don't count your chickens before they hatch," Nowel growled striking the smaller girl with her staff. Nowel channeled her energy into her staff and slammed her staff into Ruru's stomach, throwing her across the rend.
Ruru groaned, her hands tightly squeezed between her thighs. She looked up to see Nowel raise her staff high above her head. Ruru's eyes widened, Nowel was officially pissed off beyond repair. Ruru rushed forward, tightly squeezing her kegal muscles, and began to punch and kick at the barrier around Nowel as the bluenette deadpanned the incantation. It was breakable! She had to stop her superior! The barrier seemed like it was about to give when a wave of pressure hit Ruru's bladder hard. She shrieked and stopped attacking the barrier to shove her hands between her legs.
``...Dimension Breaker!" Nowel shouted bringing her staff down, and with it twenty or thirty pillars of light.
Ruru let out a scream...and a small spurt of pee as one pillar slammed down onto her. Squeezing her legs together tighter, Ruru resisted the powerful attack. The pillars hit a low point in the riff and exploded, sending Ruru hurtling through space half-conscious.
``N-No..." She mumbled as another, longer spurt of pee leaked into her panties. She barely had enough strength left to squeeze her legs together, let alone hold herself. She groaned quietly as she felt a small stream run down her legs, soaking her socks and running into her mary-janes, ``No..." She whimpered loudly feeling her bladder give completely.
Nowel is probably gloating silently over her victory... Ruru thought, groaning, as her pee splashed down her legs with a loud hissing noise, drips falling from her panties off into space. She weakly touched the back of her skirt, soaked, like the rest of her. The stream slowed, and eventually tapered off.
``I'll get you for this, Nowel...mark my words..." Ruru breathed slipping into unconsciousness.
Nowel flew towards her subordinate, staff ready in case she'd lasted. As she drew nearer, she noticed the scent of urine. Had Ruru...wet herself? Putting on a mask of disgust, Nowel flew up to her unconscious friend. Suspicions confirmed, the small red-head's skirt, panties, and even her socks were soaked in her own pee.
``How embarrassing," Nowel growled, ``Having such an unsophisticated subordinate, wetting herself like a baby," Nowel sighed shaking her head. She slipped her hands underneath the hovering girl's back and held her princess-style.
Huh...Ruru is quite attractive when she's asleep... Nowel thought as she descended back toward the city.
xxXxxXxx
So erm. I apologize for the suckiness of my writing. To make up for it, I spliced together two fights in M.B.A.C.F., in fact, that spliced fight was what I based the fight in the story off of. That fight can be found here.
Oh, and if anyone wants to play me online in MBACF, I can share my downloads for it, and the 1.70+ Patch so you can play me. :3 Anyway, keep reading for an extra light yuri omake! ;)
xxXxxxXxx(omake)
Nowel landed lightly at the doorstep of where the two girls were staying when Ruru began squirming and groaning. Nowel was about to put her down when Ruru grabbed her shirt.
``I-I promised myself I'd get you back...for making me wet myself..." Ruru mumbled darkly. Nowel sighed.
``Go back to sleep, Ruru. You look so pretty asleep. Not so much when you want to murder someone."
``W-What?!" Ruru squeaked and jumped out of Nowel's arms to a wobbly landing. Nowel reached out and steadied her subordinate.
``You. Look. Prettier. When. You're. Relaxed. So...relax more," Nowel sighed and walked around the blushing red-head and toward the door. Standing in the door way, she turned to Ruru, ``Oh, and don't worry. I won't tell anyone. Just change and get some rest," Nowel deadpanned motioning to Ruru's lower half.
``Y-Y-Yes...ma'am," Ruru squeaked, Nowel stared at her for a second, unable to figure out where her face stopped and her hair began.
``R-Right!" Nowel exclaimed and stalked inside.
I knew Nowel had a soft side... Ruru thought as she walked in and closed the door behind her, I probably won't see much of it...maybe I should just get up on time tomorrow and she'll be happy.
xxXxxXxx
Hah. I'm a sucky writer. Please forgive me. x-x;
--Silvery
Edited August 28, 2011 by Silvery S. Slash
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Hi everyone!
As requested, I made a fanfiction about Nene Amano from Digimon Xros wars. I like her original outfit more, so she wears coat and cowboy-boots.
Hope you like it and my english is not top bad ;-) I'm German, so maybe some things are different from the english grammer. Sorry!
Okay, enough about that, here's what you are waiting for:
Let it out in the hideout
“Lady Nene!” One of the Monitormon suddenly appeared behind the brunette. “What is it?”, she asked unfriendly, because she just wanted to take a leak. “Xros hearts are coming this way!”, her Digi-partner answered.
Well, that was a point. The last thing, Nene wanted, was to seen by Zenjirou with her panties down. “Okay guys, no problem. You'll hide somewhere and I...” She looked around and finally discovered a big tree. “...will go up there!” From there she could see what the other team does, without being seen. Quickly she grabbed the first branch and pulled her body into higher regions.
She found a very big branch, where she could lean on with her stomach. Maybe five meters to the ground –the ideal position! But now she noticed a bit pressure in her bladder. Hasty she strained her hand against the spot and a few seconds later she had the control back without anything happened. 'Hope they will hurry', she thought by herself.
But Taiki and his friends had other plans. On Akaris request they decided to rest nearby the tree, the spy was laying on. Under these circumstances Nene was able to listen to their discussions. To her misfortune, Akari complained about Taiki, who recently jumped into a lake: “Remember, when your clothes were completely soaked? And we had do dry them by the campfire? Don't do that again!”
In her hideout, the ninja-girl felt more and more uncomfortable. “Please Don't talk about water”, she whispered. Once again she felt her panties behind her short dress. Nothing happened until now and the brunette wished that she could hold it, until the three others had disappeared. Would be a little bit embarrassing, to admit her intentions.
A few moments later, Taiki stood up and came over to the tree. At this time Nene got really nervous. She felt cold sweat running down her back. Did the goggleboy divined something? With big eyes the girl watched him walking to her hideout and stopping exactly under her! But Taikis intentions where kinda different.
With a huge grin on his face, he pulled down the zipper of his shorts, grabbed his underwear and... Nene closed her eyes. She never wanted to see THAT! Especially not in this situation. But she couldn't close her ears too, so she heard, when the urine came out of Taikis bladder and purled against the tree!
'Think of a desert. Think of something completely dry!' Several times she told herself the plan. Despite the sound of Taikis activity, in some way she mastered to hold on, until he finished. At the same time, both teenagers breathed a sign of relief. The boy closed the zip and went back to his friends. “Okay, let's move on.” Nene wished, they would do that immediately. But Zenjirou had other plans.
Like his mate before him, he used Nenes tree to relief himself. And he even pulled down his pants, to do as intended. The brunette in the branches turned her sight into the clouds, when the boy below her enjoyed to pee on the roots.
Sweat begun to generate on her face. Why could these guy not wait longer? Nene hoped, he would quickly finished. The pressure in her bladder increased from minute to minute. And the only thing she could do, was to press her teeth together and push her hand through the coat. Silently she cursed Zenjirou and Taiki for bothering her.
She finally managed to hold it long enough. The boy had gone back to the group and Nene was thinking of the possibility to get down from the tree and apologize to the boys. Would be kinda embarrassing, but to pee her panties was even ore embarrassing. The chance to hold it became lesser more and more. But just at the moment, she decided to show herself, Akari arrived on the spot!
“Please, don't do that!” Nene whispered unheard. Cause during the same time, the redhead shouted to her boys, if they would look, they will be execute instantly! Than she opened the button of her flap trousers and put it down to her trainers. Nene don' wanted to look, but when the other girl pulled down her slip, she was magnetized by the scenario.
When Akari let the urine flow to the grass, Nenes panic grew. The pressure in her bladder reaches a new top. Her faced cramped and sweat-drops began to run over her cheeks. “No,no, no, no, no!” She muttered to the sky. “This mustn't happen! There must be a way, to stop the urine-flow! But even if she crossed her legs, the feeling won't go away. Could she tell Akari, that she watched her peeing? No way! So the last help was, that she grabbed her coat pocket and depressed it against her lap.
“Phew, finished!” Akari put her pants back on and the brunette breathed a sign of relief.
At this moment, Nene felt a little warm spot on her hand! “Please not.” She burly closed her eyes, got her left hand out of the pocket and tried to keep the urine back with her bare hand. With a disgusting look on her face, she recognized, that a few drops soaked her purple panties. But luckily that was all for now.
'If Akari has finished, they will leave.' Nene was sure about that, so she just needed to hold it one or two minutes. Than nothing but down from this tree and do it the same way, the redhead did moments ago. But as before, there was a catch in it!
Obviously Shoutmon wanted to prove, that Digimon needed to relief themselves too! And as the humans before him did, the Digimon chose Nenes hideout to do so! That was to much for the brunette! Embarrassing or not, she wanted to pee right now! With the left hand still holding as much as possible, she used the other hand to get back in vertical position.
Big mistake! Due to the fact, that she needed her energy to stand up, there was not enough, to seal her bladder. The brunette ripped off her eyes and began to realize what happened.
She couldn't hold it any longer, so the urine came out and soaked the bottom of her panties. Then flowed through her fingers and ran down her legs. With a goosebumps Nene felt the warm liquor on the inside of her calves. And when it comes that way, her legs still pressed together, there was only one place to get caught up: her suede cowboy-boots!
Even, when Shoutmon has finished, Nenes bladder still released itself. But at least the group around Taiki moved away, when the girl finally stopped peeing her pants. With a completely red face she look on her hand and grimaced. She wasn't a diva but that was so unlike her and so... disgusting! With tears in her eyes she swore, she would never tell anyone!
But first she had to go down from that tree. Hastily she climbed down and jump on the ground. Her waterproofed boots were completely soaked inside and the puddle of urine was swashing in them. But the major dilemma were her panties.
Nene grabbed her wet piece of underwear and pulled it down, over her boots and hold it with to fingers in the air. Some drops felt to the ground, so the girl had made a decision. With a single throw, she fired the panties in the bushes! No one of the boys would see that part of her anyway. With a deep sigh she faced the last part of the challenge: emptying her boots. She grabbed the right at the heel and slowly put it of. Her feet glared due to the liquor, but Nene didn't care about that. She overturned the white boot and watched a flood of urine coming out it. At the next river, she would do it like Taiki and jump in fully clothed!
“What happened?” The brunette scared and quickly turned around. Did anyone of the guys watched her?
Not directly. But Kiriha now stood in front of her and watched at her interrogative. With a dark look on her face she fixed him. “Don't ask! … EVER!”
Hope you liked it!
Greetings
Flo |
The tale shall now continue.
Only now did Kimiko realise she needed the bathroom. She decided to try to hide it - what were the chances that XX and Ivan would let her use the bathroom anyway? Unbeknownst to her, every other female in the room also needed the bathroom, even XX, who needed to defecate as well. XX's white silk lingerie hid a crotch that was very much in action, though no one could tell. Already she had become aroused from anticipation alone...
"Turn on your computers," said XX. The girls obeyed, and the computers started up in Linux Ubuntu.
Author: Windows is bulls***, except for games, and I don't play games so...
"You, in purple, make us all some coffee."
The girls in purple and mauve stood up, panting with fear.
"Not you!" said XX, sitting the girl in mauve down again. She rolled her eyes.
"May I use the bathroom?" asked the girl in purple, very timidly.
"No," said XX in her calm tone, "there are things to be done."
"I shan't have any coffee," said Ivan, cutting in. He had almost become invisible.
"The others of you," continued XX, "open up OpenOffice Calc".
Kimiko opened up the program. She had always been a computer nerd.
"What the f***'s OpenOffice?" asked Yaeko. "Open it for me."
Kimiko leaned across and started OpenOffice. As she looked over to the coffee machine, she saw the girl in purple rubbing her legs together in a distinctly desperate way. It wasn't just her, then. XX's privates clenched, and Ivan started to feel something down below as well. He quickly removed his officer's cap and put it over his groin with his spare hand.
Thoughts were beginning to creep into Kimiko's head about what these people were going to do to her. Like the girl in mauve, she was wondering if Ivan was going to rape her. Certainly the fate of 4 very beautiful girls in a "social experiment" was not auspicious. Despite attempts to comfort herself with thoughts of Hirokazu coming to rescue her, she was beginning to think that something bad was inevitable.
These thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of the girl in purple with black coffee. She put down a mug next to everyone, and gave one to XX. She winced in desperation as she sat down again, grabbing herself under her skirt.
"Please may I use the bathroom?" she asked, more desperately.
"You know the answer - no," replied XX, feeling her own desperation. She had always dreamed of doing this...
"I need the bathroom as well," whispered the girl in mauve.
"We all need the bathroom..." sighed Kimiko.
"I don't need the bathroom," said Yaeko in a cocky and confident voice. "I've got a bladder of iron."
Kimiko knew that wasn't true, but Yaeko didn't know she knew.
"Now," continued XX, "we have a lot of data to sort. On your desktops are the files of raw data. You have a quarter each. Sort the data into spreadsheets and graphs."
Kimiko opened the file. There was enough data for 6 hours' work each, and it was going to seem longer - a lot longer, with a rapidly filling bladder. There was no way in the entire Universe she could hold it for 6 hours.
"But first, drink the coffee. It'll help you stay awake - this work is very boring."
One thing Kimiko knew for sure was that drinking the coffee would not help her one tiny bit, but she did not want to get on the wrong side of Ivan, so she drank it down. It would normally have been nice, but to her it tasted of nothing but fear...
After she had finished her coffee, Kimiko started work. Before long, she received an elbow jab from Yaeko.
"Pissypants! Do mine as well. I don't know what the f*** to do."
Reluctantly, she started doing Yaeko's work too. Every time Yaeko called her "pissypants", she remembered an odd time in her life; one she both did and didn't want to remember...
Author: There are a lot of flashbacks in this story. This is the first.
It was a warm summer's evening at the university, and the day's final lecture was nearly over. She was listening attentively to the professor, who was covering the finer points of ionic (chemical) equations, despite the fact that she needed the bathroom more than she ever had done before in her life. That wasn't saying much, though, since she had previously been very careful. She couldn't excuse herself and go, since she would miss the most important part of the lecture, so she sat with her hands stuffed into her denim skirt and tried her absolute best not to squirm. Other than her immense desperation, she was also being distracted by Yaeko, who was giggling with her boyfriend, mainly about her. How Yaeko ever got into university is a miracle to behold - she copied the answers, of course, but that is extremely difficult to do. Kimiko couldn't help but hear what they were saying, and she wished she couldn't hear them, because everything they were saying about her was derogatory in the extreme - mostly about how a girl as sexy as her had failed to hold down a relationship with anyone, and that she was probably a lesbian. A huge surge of urine slammed on her sphincter, making her bend over and wince, but it held firm.
By the time the lecture had ended, Kimiko had made up her mind. She would throw off her mantle of nerdy shyness and get herself a serious boyfriend. First, though, there was a more pressing concern. Yaeko and her friends had drawn graffiti about her all over the female toilets, so they were closed until the cleaners had done a good job all round. Kimiko had been unable to use the bathroom all day, and that was taking its toll. She decided to head for her flat - she was hardly going to wet her knickers at the age of 19...was she?
Then, she saw a very handsome police officer, about 1.83 metres tall, who had just come off-duty - the night shift was beginning. If there is such a thing as love at first sight, which there probably isn't, it happened here. She decided to go for it, and, sidling along beside him, said:
"Ummm...hi."
"Hello. What do you need? The bathroom, by the looks of you..."
Kimiko knew for 2 reasons that it was not a good idea to say "yes". One, she would probably not see him again if she went. Two, she knew that men did NOT like girls using the bathroom, did they?
"No, I just wanted to say how handsome you were," replied Kimiko with a smile, rubbing her legs together as desperate girls do.
Author: Or at least, my wife does when she needs to go.
The policeman was slightly taken aback. This was an awkward, albeit extremely hot, girl - probably a nerd. Yaeko and her boyfriend had come up just behind, and were giggling at the situation.
"You're very good-looking, too." Kimiko felt a surge of excitement in her brain, and a surge of urine in her bladder, the latter making her bend over and squeal in pain.
"You look like you're about to wet yourself! Come on, I'll wait for you." Kimiko knew she couldn't go. Besides, 19-year-olds don't wet themselves, do they?
"I don't need the bathroom," replied Kimiko. "I just get pains in my crotch. Fancy a coffee?" Kimiko's pretty face stared up at Hirokazu's. Hirokazu laughed at her social ineptitude, but she was too cute to refuse.
"You do mean coffee, not the other thing, nudge nudge, say no more?"
"What?"
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to deflower your innocence. Come on."
Kimiko was unsure how that could be an innuendo, but she was sure that her bladder couldn't hold out much longer. Every 20 steps or so, she bent over and squealed. Hirokazu was also having problems down below, but of a different nature. Not only was his perverse fetish getting the better of him, he could also see straight down Kimiko's white T-shirt every time she bent over. He tried to cover his tumescing privates with his hand, and just hoped Kimiko wouldn't notice.
Author: This website does not recognise "tumescing" as a word, but I have seen it in a book at medical school.
Yaeko and her boyfriend were following them all the way.
"Feeling jealous, are we?" jetted Hirokazu to Yaeko. "Feeling sorry we left?"
Yaeko blushed a little. Kimiko was unsure of what her prospective boyfriend meant by that, and wasn't too interested in finding out.
"That's a nice place there," said Hirokazu, pointing to a small Italian house just down the street. "Fancy going there?"
Kimiko nodded. They entered the house, followed by Yaeko and her boyfriend. Kimiko felt sheer agony as she sat down, then, as the agony cleared, a small patch of damp in her previously spotless white knickers. She knew that she had to use the bathroom NOW, or suffer the consequences.
"Umm, Hirokazu, I need the bathroom."
"At last, you've come clean-or maybe not, after holding it that long! Go, quickly. We don't want a puddle."
Kimiko tried to ease herself up out of her chair, but another huge surge spurted more urine into her knickers. She decided to make a run - more like a fast waddle - for the bathrooms. This was a major mistake. A third crippling surge sent an inexorable jet of urine streaming down her legs, soaking her socks and trainers and turning her knickers to a sponge. Urine flowed down the back of her skirt and in a great cascade onto the floor. Her constant attempts to stop the jet - to get at least some to the bathroom - proved futile. After about 3 minutes of solid urination, with the entire house staring at her, the stream finally reduced to drips. She stood staring at utter disbelief at the puddle on the floor. Yaeko pressed a button on her smartphone and stopped recording.
"Now, all we have to do is send it to our friends!"
Author: What now follows are the "5 stages of grief in a girl who has just soaked her knickers", which I have observed in my wife.
Author: The wife has just shown me that it's after midnight and we need to get to bed now if we're going to, um, do man-woman things. I'm afraid I have to go. Sorry. At least I got the first wetting done. |
Alright, I'm done with the sexy-time and am ready to add some more. Is nice! I hope you've seen Borat.
Kimiko stared down in utter disbelief at the huge puddle of urine around her. She can't seriously have wet herself! She was an adult, wasn't she? She ran her hand down the back of her soaked skirt and sniffed. Tears rushed into her eyes and she began sobbing like a baby, crouching down in a ball and trying to make herself disappear.
Author: I've seen this IRL.
Hirokazu was coming close to climax, and couldn't take his eyes off her. He was desperately trying not to be a sick jerk, but it was just too stimulating. To see 2 girls wet themselves in such a short time was unbelievably lucky. Just as he thought he was about to enact a Lonely Island song, he finally regained composure, took a few deep breaths and turned to Yaeko.
"Give me that."
"Give you what?"
"The smartphone."
"No chance. You're off-duty. Besides, isn't it right that everyone should know what's happened to your bitch?"
"Fancy me sharing my little film with your friends?"
Yaeko felt fear wash over her.
"OK, OK, I'll delete it."
Yaeko deleted the film.
"What film?" asked Yaeko's boyfriend.
"None of your business," snapped Yaeko.
Yaeko and her boyfriend stood up and left the house. Hirokazu hadn't noticed that she had already sent the video to her boyfriend, and that it was going up on Youtube.
Hirokazu walked over to Kimiko, trying his best to manage the massive bulge in his trousers.
"Come on. I'll take you back to your place."
"I'm so sorry..."
"You don't need to be."
"Forget this, OK?"
"Seriously, you don't need to be sorry. Come on, let's get you home."
Kimiko, still sobbing, stood up and put her arms around Hirokazu. Hirokazu pulled a "Caution - Wet Floor" sign over to the puddle and left, with Kimiko clinging to him.
Hirokazu's mind was besotted with Kimiko now, and he couldn't help but notice the massive size of the puddle on the floor, containing at least 1.5 litres of urine. Let alone a bladder of iron, Hirokazu thought, this one has a bladder of carbon-steel. She'll be fun, when we finally get serious. He unlocked the door of his car and put a plastic draw-sheet over the passenger seat. He didn't want it soaked by another girl who overestimated her bladder capacity.
"Where do you live?"
Kimiko told him her address, unaware that it could be extremely dangerous.
"You're a very innocent girl. You need someone to look after you."
"Like who?"
"Well...maybe someone like me."
Kimiko felt another rush of excitement. She stopped crying. Hirokazu pushed down on the accelerator and began to crawl along the streets at a snail's pace.
Author: I am sure you are all aware of the hideous traffic jams in Japan.
"Do you know Yaeko?" asked Kimiko. Her soaked underwear was beginning to itch.
"If your knickers are itching, take them off and give them to me. And yes, I do know her. Why do you ask?"
Kimiko cautiously removed her underwear and gave it to him. She clamped her legs together so he couldn't see anything. Hirokazu pulled over, wound down his window and wrung out Kimiko's knickers. They had absorbed large amounts of urine, and it came out in torrents. He closed up the window and put the yellowed underwear on the seat behind him, then kept on driving.
"She bullies me."
"Does she? I wouldn't be surprised. Sheer jealousy, I'd imagine. Seeing her worst enemy with me after what happened with her...must be infuriating."
"What happened with her?"
"That's for another time."
The car pulled up beside her apartment.
"Go in and get yourself changed. I'll go back to my place. Here's my number."
Kimiko took the card and got out of the car.
"When can I see you again?"
"Let's say same time tomorrow. Try not to wet yourself."
Kimiko smiled as the car pulled away, then walked inside, realising she didn't have any underwear and had to be very careful around ventilation shafts.
Kimiko snapped back into reality as another mug of coffee came down beside her. She had kept working at incredible speed on both hers and Yaeko's work. She drank the coffee, then kept working. Her desperation was easily manageable, which is more than could be said for the girls in purple and mauve, particularly the girl in purple who was squirming like a snake. She would wet her knickers within half an hour. Kimiko and Yaeko were limited to a little leg-rubbing. XX, who was standing in the corner, had her eyes firmly on the girl in purple, and was waiting eagerly for her time to run out. Her own desperation was also easily manageable, not that she had to worry - she'd never soiled herself in her life, and she wasn't going to start today. She'd always enjoyed the stimulation of the urge, but used the bathroom to avoid soiling. Besides, no girl on Earth could hold it as long as she could. That made her remember...
Writer: Another flashback...
Ever since puberty, XX had been fascinated by omorashi. Well, omorashi where other girls soil themselves, not her. It was part of a desire to dominate beautiful girls, though she was straight. She found that it was far more thrilling to hold along with the girls in the videos, but never leaked a single drop. She had grown rich from stock trading, and had a natural aptitude for economics, but omorashi always enthralled her more.
On a business trip to Moscow she became acquainted with a particularly beautiful blonde Russian called Natalya, who used to wear a grey skirt suit and have her hair in a ponytail. What intrigued her more were the websites she went on. She also seemed to be interested in omorashi and wetting videos. Obviously hacking into other people's computers and checking their histories is illegal, but XX didn't care. She had always had a disregard for the rules. Natalya also had an extremely handsome boyfriend called Ivan, who was a soldier. XX liked the look of him, and decided to make the first step of her plan at the end of that day.
"Natalya, are you into...omorashi?"
"How do you know? Yes, I am."
"I just know. What about Ivan?"
"Yes, he likes to watch it as well."
"Fancy a...contest?"
"Yes, but you're very foolish. I've never wet myself in my life."
"Same."
"Well, prepare to see your record broken."
"When? Where?"
"How about here, now? I'll call Ivan."
Natalya dialled Ivan's number.
"Ivan?"
"Yes?"
Author: My dinner's ready. The wife has actually stopped playing WoW long enough to cook it for once...Goodbye all. |
Larxene flipped through the sketch book pages she had taken from Namine, giggling all the while. The staircase leading from the young nobody's room to the grey area was long indeed, long enough to decide exactly how best to apply her revenge.
"I still can believe the bitch would draw things like this...and I had no idea the hippy boy was so flexible..."
She blushed a bit as she turned to a particularly dirty picture of Axel and Demyx.
"Nice abs pyro...Ill give the runt one thing, she can draw..."
She stopped for a second as she turned to another one, which she stared at for a few moments, then turned on its side, then upside down.
"OH GOD IT'S ZIGBAR...and Luxaeus...UPSIDE DOWN...I didnt know he could do that with his portals..."
She dropped it, then picked it up gingerly with two fingers as if it might infect her and placed it in the middle of the pack. She continued giggling a little as she walked the nearly endless spiral staircase. a mall cloud of dust wafted by her face.
"CHOoOOOOOO!"
As she sneezed, she felt a twinge in her bladder. She closed her legs and stood up, then kept walking. And she kept walking. And she kept walking.
"I have got to be almost there by now..." She said, growing a little impatient as was her bladder.
Unfortunately for the savage nymph and her bladder, the staircase just kept going, with no end in sight. As she kept walking she grew more and more tense. Even as a human she never had great bladder capacity or control. She shuddered slightly as she remembered a few missions where she barely made it back into her room without wetting her panties. She was actually quite irked with herself at how often she leaked on her way to the toilet. As she continued walking, she feared this might be another such case. She stopped for a minute. Partly to look over the edge of the railing to see if she could see the bottom, but mostly to stop and pin her legs together a bit. To her utter dismay, she could not see the bottom, or the top for that matter. The staircase seemed unnaturally long. Genuinely worried now, she started going down a little faster. A few minutes later she looked again over the edge. She was starting to squirm now. She felt like someone was literally pouring water into her bladder. Again she was dismayed, it seemed as though she was not making any progress. Her bladder seemed to throb with each step she took. Finally she had had enough.
"FUCK THIS!" she said and in a flash of lightning she was running through the stairs at an incredible speed.
Railing and steps both flashed past her. Her bladder was screaming. It had been so long since the last time she had had to use her powers to not pee herself. She winced as a wave of pressure nearly squeezed a small jet of pee into her pants. Unfortunatly for her, at that speed only a second of blindness can be catastrophic. A single rat, in the vast immaculate cleanliness of the castle had found it's way into her path. She stepped on the rodent, slipped and was in the air. A small "EEP!" was all she could muster before hitting the ground. She knew what would happen before it did. As she shot her hands to her crotch, the damn broke. Her own pee spurted into her blue panties. Being cotton the absorbed quite a bit, but not enough. She peed uncontrolled for three seconds before she regained control.
Groaning she stemmed the flow. Her hands were soaked, so she knew it was bad. She still was on the verge of peeing herself more, so she know it wasn't terrible. She opened her cloak, still sitting in a crumpled heap on a landing and inspected the damage. Her pants were soaked down to her knees and the butt of the cloak was damp. Her panties were warm and wet.
"Fuck..." she sighed, though the slight relief felt good, as did the warmth. She got up slowly, her bladder and urethra burning, and gathered the papers. She buttoned her cloak all the way down to try and hide some of the accident and turned to continue. To her astonishment the door was right in front of her. Sighing with relief, she pushed the door open and gasped. The entire organization was there in that room. They all turned from their various pass times and looked at her. She squeezed her legs together under her cloak, assumed her usual prissy visage and walked straight through towards her room.
Please dont let anyone see, please dont let anyone see
She had to stop briefly halfway across the room to prevent a spurt from soaking her legs further. She covered it with a glare at Demyx, who was playing his sitar on the couch. Demyx gave her an aquward smile, and she kept walking. VERY briskly. With her door in sight she felt a hand on her shoulder and she jumped. A jet of pee squirted doen her left leg as she turned, backed away and crossed her legs under her cloak. The flow stopped...barely.
"Whatcha got there blondie?" It was Axel, with Saix behind him. He was pointing at the pictures in her hands. She had totally forgotten.
"Um.." Her voice quivered as another spurt dribbled through her panties. "Ill show you in a bit...I...have to do something....Now" She turned and another dribble escaped her.
"Oh, no you dont...Papa bear wants to see you...Something about a new mission. "
Her face was scrunched taught as she struggled not to entirely pee her pants in front of the entire organization.
"Tell him Ill be there in 15, I have something to take care of...RIGHT NOW" she squeeked and a few drops hit the floor under her cloak.
Axel cocked an eyebrow and Saix's ear twitched. He began sniffing the air and lowered his eyebrows. "I smell pee." Axel laughed and thinking Saix was kidding, said "I dont think he is THAT intimidating..."
Larxene through this exchange blushed and had started to her door. As her hand touched the handle the dam broke. She felt her urethra go numb and she felt her legs go warm. She jiggled at the handle, but to no avail she had locked it. A faint puttering sound had begun to emanate from under her cloak and whimpering sounds from her mouth. Her whole body trembled and a puddle was beginning to grow visible from under her cloak. She found her key in one of her pockets, shoved it in the hole and burst into her room, slamming the door behind her. Out side Axel and Saix were both left staring at a fresh puddle outside the savage nymphs door. Both were trying very hard to hide erections. Once in her room Larxene simply collapsed on the floor and finished. The pee pooling in her cloak around her butt. The warmth and the release were soothing. She began to cry and the sound of thunderous laughter filled the room outside. She would never live this down. |
Ya me too, but my taste varies too! This was based off a real blog so...
Well I did get interrupted by my family garage sale but I love them, so I aint complainin. Anyway, Here's the next part of the story! enjoy!
Wet Car ride 2
The sky's shimmered blue, the clouds gleamed white, the rich tree leaves danced, she couldn't get enough of that Bugs Bunny cloud, and now, she sat in her own half-inch-deep puddle with her feet in the foot-wide puddle on the ground, and her shorts drenched front and back and all along the bottom of the pant legs of her shorts. "Well!" Her mother began assuming she was done urinating. "Dose that feel better?" She asked stiffly, still in shock. "Yah!" She blushed. "I can't believe you actually told me to pee my pants!" Her mother gritted her teeth in regret. "I'll be honest, I didn't mean for you to take me seriously but I guess it just came out wrong. He he!" She laughed nervously. "Oh! I'm sorry!" She was embarrassed at this point, she felt like a great cluts.
"Oh it was gunna happen anyways right? There's no point in torturing you for nothing.”
She paused for a moment. “Sorry!” She said again. “It's alright, I can just clean it up and change you when we get home.”
“Thanks! Wait, did you say ‘change me?!’”
“Of coarse, what kind of mother would let her daughter walk around in wet shorts all day!?”
‘I guess it’s just a general rule to change your kids cloths when they have an accident.’ She figured. ‘Seems kinda weird but all right.’
She felt a light breeze around her legs where it was wet with urine. A silence took place for a minute. “Ooooh! Look at that cloud up there. It looks like a cute bunny!” Her mother perked. “Yah! I saw that one, the Bugs Bunny one!”
“Bugs Bunny huh?” She looked closer at it. “Oh wow! You’re right! I didn’t notice. You think that one to the left could by porky pig?”
“Looks more like Dad to me.” The cloud resembled a deformed face. The mother bust up laughing. “Oh July! Your so mean! I‘m gunna tell Dad you said that!”
“Okay!” July smiled. “Gak!” She sounded playfully. “I’m shocked… again!” She complained. July just laughed. An hour past, the pee dried off her calves and left a light rash, her rump became soggy from the puddle she sat in which sank into the seat at this point. Her shorts were drying, now just damp. July suddenly noticed the urge to pee in her bladder again. ‘again?’ she thought. ‘couldn’t be that much, maybe a few drops or so. After all, it’s only been an hour. So she let the pee seep into her shorts to relieve herself. It was surprisingly more then she expected. It drizzled out for almost half a minute. It mad a wet spot over her whole crotch area and made a puddle a quarter inch deep in her seat. The mother looked over her shoulder and noticed July’s new wet spot. “Did you pee your pants again!?” She asked. “Yah. I had to go again.” ‘How many times could she possibly have to pee in a day’ She thought. Another four hours past and July peed her pants three more times before her mother parked in front of Walgreens. “Wanna stay in the car while I grab something real fast.”
“Okay.” What was she getting, pants for her to change into, a towel to clean up with, a chocolate bar to satisfy her cravings, wine to satisfy herself? July waited in the car in her damp shorts and soggy thighs for her mother to come back with what ever. She felt that urge again and peed through her shorts one more time. The wet spot formed on her crotch again. She undid her button on her pants and took a look at her panties. It was white with a bright red hart on the front with an arrow going through the middle. Smaller pink hearts were scattered throughout the panties around the bigger heart. Sure enough, the underwear looked wet around the crotch area. She pulled her pants off completely to give her legs air. Her thighs looked like raisins from the constant moisture. July pulled them back up and put them back on when her mother approached the car with a paper bag. Yup, it was wine, except it didn’t cling when we drove home, and it looked so light by the way her mother set it down so gently, compared to the wine which she would plop down. What was in there, peaches? Probably. They pulled into the drive way and went inside the house. July stretched her arms out after sitting in the car for who knows how long… days? It sure felt like it. “July!” Her mom called from July’s room. “Yah!”
“Commere so I can clean you up!” Oh yah. July remembered. She went into her room and walked in on a big pack of diapers on her bead along with baby powder, baby wipes, and the empty brown bag. She stood there for a moment staring at it. So that’s what was in the bag. “This is… uh…” She has an accident in the car for just one day, finds diapers in her room. Never the less, July acted indifferent. She didn’t mind, it was just… an overreaction explosively revealing it self. “You surprise me more and more everyday.” July commented.
“Don’t take this the wrong way!” The mother hasted to explain. “They’re just for those long trips okay, just so we can make it between gas stations.”
“Oh! Okay! That’s still weird but… Okay!”
“You think you could try them out for the first few days though and tell me how they work for yah? Wait! You dress out in the Jim don’t you?”
“It’s alright! So why can’t I change myself again?”
“You don’t change your own soiled pants unless you live by yourself. It’s just… weird, like saying you gave birth to yourself or something, I donno. It’s just weird.”
“Huh!” July couldn’t quite comprehend the ideal but she had an idea. Something along the lines of, if you make a childish mistake… nah! It’s just impulsive motherly instinct. Aadi’s just in ‘mommy’ mode but that’s all right, it wouldn’t kill her? Nothing seemed strange to July anymore. She learned how to respect ideals. “Well!…” her mother began. “Well what?”
“You wanna start now!?”
“Start what, testing the diaper?”
“No, training to defeating the giant monkey men!”
“And save the ninth dimension!?”
“That’s the one!” She perked. They loved making references to Sponge Bob episodes. “That’s kinda hard though. Let’s just test out the diapers for now.”
“Alright, commere!” She stood there casually as her mother unbuttoned her shorts, unzipped them and pulled them down just as casually. With her heart coated panties and her wet crotch fully exposed in the open, July stood there still casual, comfortable about the whole thing as the mother pulled down her panties. Aadi wiped the pee off her butt with the baby wipes as she watched in comfort. It felt so nice to have that smelly, stinging, putrid stuff wiped away. “Can you lie down on the bead for me?” The mother prompted as she cooperated. She lifted July’s shirt a bit to move it. The mother lifted her legs way high and slid the diaper underneath while July just watched innocently. She sprinkled some powder on July’s diaper and on her skin for comfort of coarse. It felt like flower on her skin but softer. Aadi carefully wrapped the diaper over her waist trying not to screw up. She hadn’t done this in forever. This gave July enough time to saver every moment of her first diapering since she was a toddler. The padding felt as plush as a cloud, soft as a kitten, nice and dry, and light as tissue. This soft, dry padding gently stroked her skin before hugging her waist and making her feel snug inside. July got up and walked around in it a bit to feel the plush padding message her flesh. “Like it!?” Aadi exclaimed, anxious to see how it worked for her. “LOVE it!! It’s so snug and comfy!! What brand is it!?” Her mother looked at the package. She turned it around looking for the brand. “Dunno! Must be a no-name brand.”
“If a no-name can hug me so snug and comfy, how snug and comfy can a huggy hug me!?” Aadi giggled. “Oh! Aren’t you precious!” Her mother wrapped herself around her and cuddled her in her arms smiling brightly. July blushed and smiled uncomfortably, just standing there in a great, poofy diaper. “Okay! That’s enough lovey dovey hugging for one night!” She giggled again and walked off. “Glad you like’em!” She finished. She still had a few hours till bed time so she went into the kitchen and looked in the fridge for something to eat. Eggs, ham, tortillas, hot dogs, carrots, She bent over in the refrigerator looking for something to eat. She found some grapes. “Ooh! Yummy! I love the crunchy kind!” July rinsed them and picked the grapes off to munch on. She liked to just hold the grapes and pick them off. She ate them in the TV room and watched sponge bob, which just happened to be on at the time. She sat in the big, tan, one person couch with a handle for lifting built in foot rest. “You’re watching sponge bob!!” Aadi walked in the room with popcorn. “Scooch over!” She demanded making room in the big, one person couch to sit with her. “You just wanna snuggle with me again!” July complained. “Yup!” Aadi perked. She loved cuddling her daughter. She always looked for an excuse to have July close to her or buried in her arms. She hugged a lot and even enjoyed watching the care bears. She was that type of woman, pink room, loved romance movies, thinks everything’s cute! Her smile’s and constant cheerfulness spelled “feminine” with a capitol “F” and a big exclamation mark. July and Aadi laughed together at sponge bobs noticle nonsense. ‘poor squid ward’ they thought. When they were done watching TV, they said there good nights, July and Aadi brushed there teeth and pinched out her contacts and everything, then she went to bed. July lied in bead and pulled the covers over her diaper and over her shoulders. She cuddled her pillow. ‘Shoot, I’m becoming my mother.’ She thought. Only Aadi cuddles her pillow. Her diaper might have had an effect on her too. July wore a night gown to bed. She loved the breeze on her legs and that cloud she wore. It was like a pillow on her butt. July shifted in it to feel it for a bit and got comfortable. “I hope I don’t start wetting the bed!” She said aloud. July drifted off into sleep. |
shoot!! Didn't I upload wet car ride three yet? Well you should find it on the list like I said earlier, but in case you didn't, it's here too.
Wet Car Ride 3
July walked down a strange long, slender path of stones. To her left, trees, to her right, also trees. She just walked. At the end she saw a green blur too far away to distinguish. She approached a downward slope in the path and suddenly water started to rise to her ankles, then her waist. Before she new it, the water was already miles over her head. July kept walking down the path of trees. She noticed just then she’d been holding it for hours and she reached the verge of wetting herself. “Beautiful clouds!” She said gazing up at the one cloud that showed in the sky as it turned into a rabbit, at which instant the urine had already escaped her bladder and drizzled down her pants. The wet spot grew rapidly on her pants. She was still underwater and yet her pants formed a wet spot. July finally reached the end of the path which was a dead end. She spotted a weird green fuzz on the ground that stretched out into a jacket. “Don’t be late for school!” She herd a voice from nowhere. It had no origin or source, just a voice she heard. “Wake up already!” She herd again with her third ear. July sat on the car seat next to her and started peeing her pants again, as if she was supposed to.
She had no consciousness that told her it was wrong at the time, then she woke up in her bed. “You awake yet?” Aadi smiled. July felt damp in her… diaper! She’d forgotten. She woke up in the middle of a peeing session in her dream so she felt damp. When she slipped her hand in her diaper, she was relieved to know she was dry after all. “What’s wrong? You wet yourself?” Her mother Aadi asked. “No!” July sighed. “I thought I did! I had a weird dream. I was… walking somewhere and the last thing I remember is sitting in a car seat from nowhere and peeing in it. Or maybe I peed while I was walking. I don’t remember.”
“I had a dream last night that I had to pee really bad in the car while I was driving, and I just barely made it to the bathroom and pulled down my pants in time to completely loose control!”
“Is that why your pj’s are wet?” July smirked. “What?” She checked herself. To her horror, her pajama pants were soaked from the crotch to the side were the hip was. The wet spot showed on the side of her shirt too. She gasped and covered her mouth in humiliation. The mother felt mortified. “Why didn’t you say something!!? I was standing there with a big mocking wet patch on my… PANTS!!” Aadi whimpered with her eyes moist. Her face flushed red with embarrassment as she walked to her bedroom to change, assumingly. “You’re not supposed to change yourself remember Mom!?” July teased. “Mom’s not here!” She cocked back. “You didn’t say anything about living on your own, you just said if you lived by yourself you could change yourself, but you don’t live by yourself do you!?”
“Nice try July!”
“Nice try what?” July smirked. She knew exactly what it meant. She and Mom were the only people who lived in the house. If you couldn’t change yourself, who would? Aadi gave July a stare.
“Touch my pants and I’ll hit you with a wet noodle!” Aadi enforced as she proceeded to her room to change and closed the door. July got out of bed to have breakfast and get ready for school. She usually had a shower after breakfast before making her lunch but she knew she’d have to take off her diaper to do that and get her mom to help put it back on, so she saved the hassle for last. July took her diaper off to take a shower. When she got out and dried off, she put her school shirt on and brought her diaper over to Aadi to help her put it back on. “Alright!” Her mother began, taking the diaper from her and wrapping it around her crotch. “Hold this up for me!” She said. July held the loose diaper up from the front and back while the mother tried to secure the straps. It didn’t stick at all. The diaper fell off her butt and plopped on the floor, exposing her cheeks. “Woops!” Aadi picked it up and left to throw it away. “Guess we have to get another one! I forgot these things only stick once!”
“Awe rats!” July snapped. It was a waist of a perfectly good diaper. Aadi came back with the new diaper and they started the process again. She wrapped the plush material over her butt, July held it up for her and she strapped it down. “Okay!” Her mother finished. “Now we know to put the diaper on AFTER you’ve showered!”
“Yah! Just like we did!” July corrected. “Thanks Mom!” She pranced to her bedroom to finish getting dressed. July got out a pair of tight jean shorts and forced it up over her diaper. She pulled hard on the zipper to zip up her shorts but she eventually got it up. The hardest part was buttoning it up. The pressure was so rock-hard she almost didn’t get it. The diaper and shorts combo constricted her waist with massive force. July eventually managed to button up her shorts. Before she went out the door with her back pack her mother stopped her in her tracks. “Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa! Where do you thing you’re going with that tight fit!”
“It fit’s fine Mom!”
“Uh, No! It doesn’t” The button wedged itself inside her pants ready to pop out. Her diaper sounded like it was about to pop inside, her shorts had absolutely no wrinkles. “Your gunna wreck that diaper doing that!” July groaned at the thought of having to take it off again. She struggled for five minutes trying to get it off. “Wear something loose like sweat pants or a long dress so it has room to expand when you use it! Other wise it’ll just leak and you’ll be embarrassed like me!” Aadi advised though her bedroom door. July laughed. “It’s not FUNNY!” She yelled. “Yes it is!” She cocked back. “July!! Would you shut up!!” She couldn’t stop laughing deviously. “July!” She whined. “You’re hurting my feelings!” She came out of her bedroom with the shortest, frilliest skirt she could find. It barely covered her diaper underneath. Her mother stared at her for a moment. “You’re kidding right?” She commented. “Bout what?”
“I didn’t mean that loose July!”
“Well I’m not wearing sweat pants, it’s 85 degrees outside!”
“Do what ever your want!” she surrendered. “Oh my goodness!” Something had just occurred to the Mother. “You have Jim don’t you!?”
“It’s fine! They’re weird enough, I can get away with it!”
“Do you have an extra pare in there?”
“I have two!” July ensured. Aadi hesitated. “Okay.” She started to regret making her test out the diapers. They probably work fine anyway, but there was no turning back now. On her way to the bus stop she noticed a pressure in her bladder. Shoot she thought. I should of went before I put this on… twice! She felt clean and dry after she got out of the shower and she didn’t feel like soiling herself yet, so she just held it in! She met up with her African American friend Kristen at the bus stop! “Hi Kristen!” She waved her hand up high with a bright smile. “What’s up July!”
“Not much!” She didn’t feel comfortable taking about her current undergarment. Her face was a little red. “How’d the trip go?”
“Oh! Nothing special! It was just a typical business trip.”
“So what does you mom do anyway!”
“Real estate business stuff I don’t understand!” He just nodded. “So what do you want to do when you graduate?” July asked. “I was thinking about studying criminal psychology and seeing if I can prevent some of the crime that goes on! If I can figure out why people become criminals in the first place they’d be able to live with us instead of amongst us. You know what I mean?”
“Yah, and you know, there’s really no such thing as fault when you really think about it!”
“Well, it’s a fault but, it’s not like people just choose to do things for absolutely no reason!”
“Right!”
“There’s a chemistry to everything!”
“Yah!” One big reason July and Kristen were friends was because they could agree on a lot of things. They could relate in a lot of ways. “I wanna be a nurse for children!” July perked. “How can you stand children! They’re loud, annoying, bratty, smelly!”
“It’s not their fault they have high pitched voices. If it wasn’t for their high pitched voices then they wouldn’t seem so loud! Besides, you’re still a child in your mom and dad’s eyes ya know!”
“Yah that’s true! I wish I could be as patient as you!” The bus came around the corner. They watched it approached. As July sat on the bus she really wished she’d taken that bathroom break before putting on her diaper. She crossed her legs for comfort. It wasn’t bad, just distracting and uncomfortable. It was like that road trip all over again. She was tired of holding it in. This constant desperation really started to wear her down. July shifted and squirmed a bit in her seat. The diaper’s smooth inner surface gently stroked her skin and the fluffy padding hugged her tight with love. How could she possibly soil this wonderful thing now. “You all right?” Kristen asked concerned. He had a good idea of what was going on. “Yah! It’s fine!” She reassured him. “Wish I would’ve went to the bathroom before I left though!”
“Slept in?”
“Na! I actually got up pretty early this morning!”
“So what? You forgot to go before you left?”
“Well, kind of a long story.” She began quietly and discreetly, blushing a little. “My mom got me some diapers for long road trips and she needs me to test them out for a few days to see how they work for me! But I forgot to go before I put this one on and I can’t put it back on once I take it off.”
“Oooh!” He seemed indifferent to the fact that she wore a diaper under that tiny, frilly skirt of hers. “So that’s what that crinkling was. I thought you just had one of those maxy pads.” Kristen kept the same low toned voice July had to stay level with her level of confidence of exposure. “You could hear that!?” She whispered. She blushed a little harder. July sat there stiff, embarrassed. She pressed her legs together to hide herself. “It’s cool!” He reassured her. “I’m just glad you’re not having that damb monthly cycle yet. I know how sucky that can get for gals.”
“Well don’t kid yourself, I’m just about due for another one.” She got her confidence back and let up on her legs. “So if you’re wearing a diaper why don’t you just go?” Kristen asked discreetly, curious. “I just got out of the shower! I don’t want to soil myself right now! Besides, this thing’s too soft and dry to wet right now!”
“Ah! Well how bout a joke then!” Kristen loved telling jokes. “Okay!”
“Did you here the one about the driver?!”
“I don’t think so!”
“So this Asian husband kisses his wife good by and heads to work. His wife worries about him so she checks the news. To her horror there was a maniac driving on the wrong side of the road on the street he took to work.”
“Oh my!”
“She calls him in a panic and says ‘watch out! there’s a maniac driving on the wrong side of the road ahead of you!!’” Kristen imitates an Asian accent for the punch line. “‘What are you talking about?! Every one is driving on the wrong side of the road!’” She burst out laughing as Kristen joins her. The bus gets to school and they part to go to their first classes. The final bell rings in time for July to be in her seat. “That’s the bell!” Mr. Callum began. “Time for math! So, I have good news for you today! We’re done with simplifying and deriving equations!” The class cheered. “And it’s time to start asymptotes.” He finished. Of coarse the class groaned at this, including July. “Firs I’ll start by giving you back your tests from yesterday, which I finished grading in fifteen minutes by the way.” He tended to try to impress his students. They chuckled at his gloating. They found it funny when he bragged about stuff. The quizzes reached the students. July smiled at her paper. It was a 78%. “The class average was an 86% this quarter, which means I did a good job teaching you this time.” The class chuckled again. He really was a good teacher, not just good because all the kids liked him, but he was really good at teaching, a genius teacher. Mr. Callum could go through the entire curriculum of math in half the time, twice the in depth study, and twice the fun with, of course, the other half of the year to spare, during which time he taught calculus, a seniors class, to juniors. His teaching methods were revolutionary, but the other teachers could never figure out how he did it. The bigger question was, why didn’t he work in a better higher paying school. ‘because rich folk don’t need anymore help, money aint everything!’ he always said, but students still didn’t quite understand. His heart was always bigger then his brain.
July forgot about her morning urge by the time she got to her second hour class and lasted until the end of her third hour class. Half way through fourth hour the urge started to bother her again, but of coarse, more strongly now. July made a conscious effort to concentrate on American Government and her bladder. The diaper felt too comfortable to soil. It hugged her throughout the whole day every time she walked from class to class. July hid her diaper successfully all day by crossing her legs, whether she knew it or not. She had a reading assignment to work on. Her whining bladder took up half her concentration. That annoying little urge nagged her bladder to release. July shifted her legs, crossed them tighter, rocked back and fourth and bounced up and down in her chair. She looked at the time. 12:00am. It was thirty minutes to lunch time. July squirmed and groaned. It doesn’t make a difference anyways. If I take off my diaper to go to the bathroom I won’t be able to get it back on. I’d half to wear a different one, by which time I might as well just use the first one, but, I don’t want to soil this nice diaper. Maybe I can make it till lunch. She thought. Then I’ll be able to change it after I use it. If I loose it right now, I’ll have to wait till class ends to get changed. So July endured the pressure some more. The problem was, she ran out of bathroom passes so she couldn’t just wet herself and go to the bathroom to change. She crammed one hand in her crotch and the other hand on the paper she was reading. Her bladder whined at her to let go and constantly pushed against her opening. July noticed a slight twinge in her bowels. Desperation got really bad now. July reached the verge of wetting herself long before lunch hour. She bounced up and down in her seat. It seemed that for every second she had to focus on her bladder, she had to pour more energy into not letting go. She double crossed her legs. Though she tried to squeeze her crotch closed the thickness of the diaper prevented her from getting a good grip. Her legs shivered and sweat with desperation. She squirmed frantically in her seat to hold it in. Finally a quick jet of pee escaped into the padding. She jolted to bring her other hand down to press down the pressure. Another seep of urine escaped, and pee just kept dripping out of her urethra, past the lips and into her padding. A long stream of pee then forced its way through. July looked at the clock. 12:04. You’ve got to be kidding!! She thought. The twinge in her bowels became more noticeable, but still not serious. “Okay little children your should have finished the reading assignment by now so pass it to the left!” Mrs. Achava exclaimed. July removed one hand to pass papers to the left. “So what did you think of that?!” she asked. “That’s messed up man!” one student commented. “I think children should be allowed to work, but no one deserved those conditions.” The students got into discussion. Meanwhile July’s eyes started to get moist and she reached her limit. She lost her strength and her bladder let out a raging fluid through her opening. The powerful stream of urine jet against the padding. The sound carried throughout the class with July in the spot light. The class went dead-silent with the sound of urine spraying inside of July’s diaper in the centre of it all. Her diaper absorbed the liquid like a sponge on steroids. How could it catch all that pee at once without leaking? Urine slurped over her entire crotch area and slithered down her crack to the back of her diaper. The diaper expanded as it filled up with pee. The fluid poured over the entire inner surface of the diaper and drenched her bottom throughout, but it never leaked. It felt like she was sitting in her own puddle, but contained inside the diaper. It grew wetter and heavier as it expanded further past the small skirt. Her skirt could no longer hide it now that it expand an inch past it. Everyone could see the yellow stained pad if they wanted to. Surprisingly, they didn’t want to. As soon as she was done, and the sound stopped, the class went right back to discussion as if nothing happened. July had light tears in her eyes from the wetness but she realized it wasn’t so bad. Her stomach felt better afterwards, but then she thought, what would number two be like. She didn’t want to find out too soon. |
Azula struggled desperately against her bonds. However, as she relied on her nimble agility, grace, and Firebending prowess, her natural strength was nowhere near matched for the expertly crafted metal bonds that that meddlesome blind earthbender had created. She would have easily broken out; however, Ty Lee had somehow blocked her bending without immobilizing her. Suddenly, the door to the Earth Kingdom dungeon opened, and in walked Katara. Azula glared at her with pure hate, though she could help but notice how Katara’s new Earth Kingdom Robe hugged her tantalizing hips and curvy breasts. She didn't care about being the cold ruthless tyrant she usually was, all she wanted was to kiss Katara and grope her sexy body, while at the same time wanting to strangle her. The only thing keeping her from completely disgracing herself was that Katara was standing in front of her, arms crossed, with a devious expression. Katara was slightly reveling in Azula's discomfort. In fact, she found it a bit arousing. Azula used her perfected venomous snarl to greet Katara.
“Let me out of these bonds this instant, you worthless peasant.”
Katara smiled. “Now, is that any way to talk to the girl that as of now maintains completely control of you?”
Azula growled. “If I still had my Firebending…”
Katara placed her hands on her hips. She couldn’t help showing off a bit to this beautiful princess. She went back out and retrieved a large clay pot, probably used for storing grain. “Know what this is, princess?”
Azula caught the whiff of warm fresh ammonia.
“Is that…?”
“pee, yes. I’ve been saving it for a special occasion.” Katara said condescendingly. “Now, you know I am a water bender. I could feed this pee into your bladder until it bursts.” To accentuate this, Katara waved her hands and the pee rose in a wavy yellow sphere out of the pot.
Katara then fashioned it into a long liquid rope, using the tip to stroke Azula’s urethra. Azula gasped at the feeling of urine on her peehole.
“I’m going to have some fun with you, Azula. This is payback for all the trouble you’ve caused Aang, me, Zuko, and the rest of the world.” She glanced into the pot. “I’m sure there’s enough in here to get you nice and full, isn’t there?”
Katara began threading the pee into Azula’s peehole. She gasped as steamy warmth spreading throughout her urethra, spilling and gushing into her pee-pouch and rapidly filling it to bursting point. Metallic beads of sweat formed on her forehead as she struggled to contain the ocean of pee that was exhausting her poor bladder. She had never had to pee this bad in her life. Katara finally stopped filling Azula’s bladder, and now started to massage Azula’s abdomen. Azula groaned as Katara’s hand sent waves of pressure through her quivering midsection.
“Tell me, Azula, does it turn you on, knowing that you are bursting to release pee that isn’t even yours?” Azula did not say anything, but she actually did feel a bit aroused about this. She loved the feeling of naughtiness that holding someone else’s pee gave her. Katara traced her fingernails around Azula’s inner thighs, making her shudder. She rubbed Azula’s ample ass for a bit while continuing to torture her sexy captive. She bent the last of the pee from the pot. Azula, knowing her bladder could accommodate no more urine, gasped in horror. However, Katara did not approach Azula, but instead dropped her pants and panties, until she was standing half-naked in front of the bursting princess, her shaved pussy gleaming in the dimmed firelight of the dungeon. She condensed the urine into a long, golden thread and spread her own pussy lips wide with her forefinger and middle finger. Azula gasped as she realized what Katara as doing. Katara began bending the pee into her own urethra. Azula watched in amazement as the golden liquid snake slithered into Katara’s urethra. She heard Katara give a little moan as she began working her hips to allow her bladder to take in all the pee as her abdomen swelled with urine. Katara grinned at Azula, although it was all she could do not to break into a mad pee-pee dance.
"How does it make you feel, Azula, knowing that a sexy water bender is minutes away from wetting herself?” Katara whispered in a sultry voice.
Azula looked away indignantly, but Katara could see her twat start to moisten and her nipples start to harden. “I’m gonna do something for you, since your situation has made me so wet already... I'm absolutely dying for a pee, but I’m not gonna let my poor bladder relax till I’ve made you ‘come and go’. Excuse the pun.” Azula's eyes widened as Katara began to massage her moist cunt, her fingers working magic on Azula's sensitive pussy. Unable to do anything about the expert fingers that were working her clit, Azula threw her head back in desperation, the excruciatingly pleasure making her desire to pee almost unbearable. Katara began rubbing her hot, soft crotch against Azula’s leg. Azula could feel Katara’s swollen, rock hard abdomen against her thigh, which made her even hornier still. Katara got right up to her ear and whispered in an unbelievably sexy voice “You’re close to bursting, aren’t you? Me too, I’m busting for a pee. I’m already starting to leak...”She pulled out a key and unlocked one of Azula’s chained hands, knowing she didn’t have the energy to take advantage of this, and put it between her legs. Azula felt the warm wetness on Katara’s clit. Katara gasped as Azula began moving her hand against Katara’s labia. Rather than jumping back and re-chaining Azula’s hand, she spread her legs, inviting Azula to go on. Azula groaned as she felt Katara spurt into her hand, causing her to involuntarily release some of her own pee. Feeling Katara tense, Azula knew that the feeling of warm liquid on the former's hand must be torture to her bladder. For a while, both bursting girls massaged the other’s cunt, while fighting their burning desires to pee. Katara re-chained Azula’s hand. “Mmm, you don’t know how many times I’ve gone off by myself to masturbate to the thought of you.” Azula was unwilling to admit that she had often done the same thing about Katara. Azula thought to herself; “M...must hold on...must not pee...can't hold it...bladder too full…” Azula was in agony. Her hair clung to her sweaty temples as she fought the waves of desperation and pleasure that were eroding her psyche. She waved her head back and forth, drool starting to dribble down her cheeks. She looked down and saw Katara, bouncing her sexy ass in the air as she struggled to hold herself until Azula had come. Meanwhile, Katara was thinking to herself. "Oh my gosh, she's not coming, and I have to pee so badly!” I can't hold it much longer, what am I gonna do?" She was absolutely bursting, yet she was holding it just for Azula. Suddenly, she got an idea. With difficulty, she raised herself up and began to tongue Azula's nipples. This was the final straw. Azula couldn't take it anymore. Her nipples were even more sensitive than her vagina, and now this water bender was using her hot, slightly abrasive tongue to lick all over them, making them hard as stone. Her bladder was past its limit, and she couldn't resist the extreme horniness that she was feeling. Both girls were spurting uncontrollably, a mixture of ejaculation and pee. Azula knew it was the end. Try as she might, she couldn't hold the pee any longer. She spurted one last time, but her muscles were too tired to stem the flow any longer. Her bladder gave out, the honey colored nectar streaming from between her thighs and pooling at her feet, soaking her legs. At the exact same time, she came explosively, her cum splattering all over Katara. For the first time in her life, Azula sobbed, knowing that Katara had won, that she, Azula, Princess of the Fire Nation, had not been able to hold her bladder. Katara sighed as she finally relaxed her muscles and let her pee flow freely, making a rather large puddle. She bit her lip. This was so hot, and she was getting excruciatingly aroused. She couldn't resist, her pussy was screaming for attention, surprising Katara, as she had just came not 10 seconds ago. Katara thrust her hand between her legs, furiously rubbing her clit. This sight began to cause Azula’s pussy to drip with lady juice yet again. Katara saw this and grinned coyly at Azula.
"You're wet again? You naughty whore," she cooed. "Beg for it."
Azula said nothing, her lips a thin line as tears of indignation streamed silently down her face. She wanted so badly for Katara to touch her, to dominate her clit, but the little bit of diginity she had left would not allow her to ask. Katara began tracing the skin on Azula's thighs just outside her labia. Katara’s hand would trace a circle around her crotch, coming closer and closer to Azula’s soaking gash, only to retreat when it got within a fraction of a millimeter from the outer lips. Azula could hardly stand this torture. She needed to be touched, and she needed to be touched NOW.
"P-Please...” she whispered almost inaudibly.
Katara looked up in mock confusion. "What was that? I can’t hear you..."
"PLEASE" Azula screamed. "Put your hand back between my legs...touch my breasts...kiss me...anything! I'm so aroused; I can't take it any longer!
Katara smiled and then leaped on Azula. After she had gotten a good hold of the chains to hold herself up, she began grinding her clit against Azula's, making sure Azula's clit hair touched her labia. Azula threw her head back again, not in agony, but ecstasy. This peasant was so GOOD; Azula thought she would go crazy if Katara stopped. After only 5 minutes of this, both girls came in one earth shattering scream. Katara kissed Azula on the lips, and Azula was only so happy to oblige, parting her lips to admit Katara's tongue. She could feel her strength returning; enough to break her bonds, and the way Katara's thighs were rubbing together suggested that she had not COMPLETELY emptied her bladder. Oh, she had wonderful things in store for the South Pole slut...
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*REVISED VERSION
Azula struggled desperately against her bonds. She would have easily broken out; however, Ty Lee had somehow blocked her bending without immobilizing her, and because she relied on her nimble agility, grace, and Firebending prowess during a fight, her natural strength was nowhere near matched for the expertly crafted metal bonds that that meddlesome blind earthbender had created. Suddenly, the door to the Earth Kingdom dungeon opened, and in walked Katara. Azula glared at her with pure hatred, though she could help but notice how Katara’s new Earth Kingdom Robe hugged her curvy hips and medium-size but tantalizing breasts. Despite Katara’s alluring figure, Azula wanted nothing more than to charbroil that stupid waterbender. Katara was slightly reveling in Azula's discomfort. In fact, she found it a bit arousing, the way Azula struggled but had to settle for being limited by her mortal strength despite her vast ingenuity. Azula used her perfected venomous snarl to greet Katara.
“Let me out of these bonds this instant, you worthless peasant.”
Katara smiled. “Now, is that any way to talk to the girl that as of now maintains complete control of you?” Katara asked in a condescending voice, as if she was talking to a baby.
Azula growled. “If I still had my Firebending…”
Katara placed her hands on her hips and cocked them to the side. She couldn’t help showing off a bit to this beautiful princess. She went back out and retrieved a large clay pot, probably used for storing grain. “This is gonna be payback for all the trouble you’ve caused me, Aang, Zuko, and the rest of the world, Azula.” Azula looked at the pot. It was rather large, though from the dimness of the cellar’s light, she couldn’t quite make out its contents, but it looked like some kind of liquid, and Azula wondered whether Katara was going to waterbend at her. She rolled her eyes sarcastically in a most Azlua-esque fashion. “And just what do you plan to do with a giant pot of water? Gonna try and drown me, peasant? I assumed you were nobler than that. Your boyfriend Baldy didn’t have the guts to kill anyone and neither do you.” Katara simply smiled. “Oh, no, I’m not gonna hurt you…at least, not in this way…” Azula narrowed her eyes, suspicion arousing. Katara smiled again. “I’m going to have some fun with you, Azula.” Katara brought over the clay pot and placed it beneath Azula’s chained feet. “Know what this is, princess?”
Azula caught the whiff of warm fresh ammonia.
“Is that…?”
“Urine, yes. It’s one of many pots the guards have to use for a toilet in this holding facility, and I do mean “holding” facility. While you are brought a bedpan for your needs 6 times a day, most of the poor dears assigned to this cell don’t have time to go to the bathroom, what with you being a high-risk prisoner and all. For example; the two women who were here last week, very good guards they were, but even they eventually were forced to succumb to their bladders’ whims eventually. After a while, we decided to put a toilet of sorts near the cells so the guards would be able to relieve themselves whenever they wanted.” Katara said matter-of-factly. “Now, you know I am a water bender. I could feed this pee into your bladder until it explodes.” To accentuate this, Katara waved her hands and the pee rose in a wavy yellow sphere out of the pot.
Katara then fashioned it into a long liquid rope, using the tip to stroke Azula’s urethra. Azula gasped at the feeling of hot urine on her peehole, knowing that her rather petite bladder could not possibly take in this much liquid.
Katara glanced into the pot. “I’m sure there’s enough in here to get you nice and full, isn’t there?”
Azula put on her most menacing face. “I single-handedly brought down the Earth Kingdom Capital when I was 14, girlie. If you think that you can break me by filling me with pee, you’re sorely mistaken. I have trained for years to achieve complete control over my bodily functions. They only act on my command. Do your worst.” Katara cocked her head to the side. “Oh, is that so?” She began threading the pee into Azula’s peehole. Azula gasped inwardly as wet, flowing warmth flowed up her urethra, spilling and gushing into her pee-pouch. Azula managed to retain a stoic, almost bored expression, but her bladder was filling at an alarming rate. Metallic beads of sweat formed on her forehead as she struggled to contain the ocean of pee that had taken residence in her abdomen. Katara finally stopped filling Azula’s bladder, and it took all of Azula’s willpower not to gush all over the floor. She had never had to pee this bad in her life. The only thing keeping her from completely disgracing herself was that Katara was standing in front of her, arms crossed, with a devious expression. “How does it feel, princess?” Azula glared at Katara, her burning desire to pee now augmented by the fact that relief was nowhere in sight. She barely managed a full sentence. “Is that the best you can do? I-I feel f-fine.” Azula somehow managed to grin derisively, though her trembling bottom lip betrayed her desperation. Katara blinked in mock surprise. “Oh, so you don’t mind if I do THIS?” She started to massage Azula’s abdomen. Azula bit her lip as Katara’s hand rolled her pumpkin of a bladder around in her abdomen, sending waves of pressure through her quivering midsection. She would’ve loved nothing more than for Katara to release her hand, not so she could attack, but to jam it between her legs and help plug the hole keeping the lake in her body from seeing daylight. She spurted a tiny bit, giving Katara her answer.
“Tell me, Azula, does it turn you on, knowing that you are bursting to release pee that isn’t even yours?” Azula did not say anything, but she actually did feel a bit aroused about this. She loved the feeling of naughtiness that holding someone else’s pee gave her, especially when her overloaded bladder was pressing mercilessly on her g-spot. Katara traced her fingernails around Azula’s inner thighs, making her shudder. “C-Cut that out, you perverted wench…” Katara just smiled as she rubbed Azula’s ample ass for a bit while continuing to torture her captive’s bladder. A few minutes later, Katara bent the last of the pee from the pot. “I know having to pee turns you on, Azula, I can see it in your eyes.” She condensed the urine into a long, golden thread. Azula, knowing that her bladder could accommodate no more urine, gasped in horror. However, Katara did not approach Azula, but instead dropped her pants and panties, until she was standing half-naked in front of the bursting princess, her shaved pussy gleaming in the dimmed firelight of the dungeon. “How would you like it if I were to…share in your discomfort?” Azula gasped as Katara spread her own pussy lips wide with her forefinger and middle finger and began bending the pee into her own urethra. Azula watched in amazement as the golden liquid snake slithered into Katara’s urethra. She heard Katara give a little moan as she began working her hips to allow her bladder to take in all the liquid. Azula felt her womanhood tingle as Katara’s abdomen swelled with urine. Katara grinned at Azula, although it was all she could do not to break into a mad pee-pee dance.
“Does it make you feel better, Azula, now that we’re BOTH dying for a pee?” Katara whispered in a sultry voice.
Azula looked away indignantly, but Katara could see her twat start to moisten and her nipples start to harden. “I’m gonna do something for you, since your situation has made me so wet already... I'm absolutely dying for a pee, but I’m not gonna let my poor bladder relax till I’ve made you ‘come and go’. Excuse the pun.” Azula's eyes widened as Katara began to massage her dripping cunt, her hands working magic on Azula's sensitive pussy. Unable to do anything about the expert fingers that were working her clit, Azula began taking in short, ragged breaths, the immense pleasure making her desire to pee almost unbearable. Katara began rubbing her hot, soft crotch against Azula’s leg. Azula could feel Katara’s swollen, rock hard abdomen against her thigh, which made her even hornier still. Azula struggled to form a cohesive sentence. “G-Get your fingers off of my body, p-peasant…” Katara got right up to her ear and whispered in an unbelievably sultry voice “You say you don’t like it, but your body says otherwise. You’re soaking wet just from my fingers, Azula.” Azula gritted her teeth, trying to stay afloat in the sea of pleasure. “I don’t… feel anything.” She said, her voice tight with effort. “My body is just responding…naturally, uhn!” Katara smirked. “Something tells me who aren’t gonna be able to hold it much longer, are you? Haha, me either, I’m already starting to leak...”She pulled out a key and unlocked one of Azula’s chained hands, knowing she didn’t have the energy to take advantage of this, and put it between her legs. Azula felt the warm wetness on Katara’s entrance. Azula tried to pull her hand back, but Katara closed her legs, trapping Azula’s hand. Katara frowned. “Now, Azula, I’ve just given you access to the pussy of a girl who’s dying for a pee, and you’re not woman enough to do anything about it? Azula gasped as Katara began moving Azula’s hand against her labia. After a moment, Azula figured that if she was going to “come and go,” she might as well take Katara down with her. “That’s it,” Katara cooed. Rather than re-chaining Azula’s hand, she spread her legs, inviting Azula to go on. Azula groaned as she felt Katara spurt into her hand, causing her to involuntarily release some of her own pee. Feeling Katara tense, Azula knew that the feeling of warm liquid on the former's hand must be torture to her bladder. For a while, both bursting girls massaged the other’s cunt, trying to outdo the other, each while fighting their burning desires to pee. Katara re-chained Azula’s hand. “Mmm, you don’t know how many times I’ve gone off by myself to masturbate to the thought of you.” Azula thought to herself; “M...must hold on...must not pee...I’m royalty, princess of the Fire Nation, and a Firebending prodigy…” Suddenly, another part of her mind spoke up, “A prodigy that’s about to pee herself like a little girl…” Azula was in agony. Her hair clung to her sweaty temples as she fought the waves of desperation and pleasure that were eroding her psyche. She waved her head back and forth, drool dribbling down her cheeks. She looked down and saw Katara, bouncing her sexy ass in the air as she struggled to hold herself until Azula pleasure and desperation overcame her. Meanwhile, Katara was thinking frantically to herself. " O-Oh my gosh, she –she isn’t cracking! I can't hold it much longer, what am I gonna do?" She was absolutely bursting, yet she was forcing herself to hold it until Azula gave out. Suddenly, she got an idea. With difficulty, she raised herself up and began to tongue Azula's nipples. Her nipples were even more sensitive than her vagina, and now this water bender was using her hot, slightly abrasive tongue to lick all over them, making them hard as stone. Her bladder was past its limit, and she couldn't resist the extreme horniness that she was feeling. Both girls were spurting uncontrollably, a mixture of ejaculation and pee. Katara knew it was the end for her. Try as she might, she couldn't hold the pee any longer; it looked like she was going to crack before Azula. She spurted one last time, but her muscles were too tired to stem the flow any longer. Seconds before her bladder gave out, she leapt pulled herself up onto Azula by the chains and pressed her labia up against Azula’s. Katara involuntarily released a jet of pee, the honey colored nectar streaming from between her thighs and soaking her legs as well as Azula’s pussy. Katara sighed as she finally relaxed her muscles and let her pee flow freely. Azula couldn't take it anymore. The feeling of warm pee on her labia was the final straw, and within seconds, her own torrent joined Katara’s as they both let out orgasmic moans, their bladders emptying onto one another’s bodies. A moment later, both girls came explosively, soaking each other even more. Katara bit her lip. This was so hot, and she was getting excruciatingly aroused. She couldn't resist, her pussy was screaming for attention, surprising Katara, as she had just came not 10 seconds ago. Katara thrust her hand between her legs, furiously rubbing her clit. This sight began to cause Azula’s pussy to drip with lady juice yet again. Katara saw this and grinned coyly at Azula.
"You're wet again? You naughty whore," she cooed. "Beg for it."
Azula said nothing, her lips a thin line as tears of indignation streamed silently down her face. She wanted so badly for Katara to touch her, to dominate her clit, but the little bit of dignity she had left would not allow her to ask. Katara began tracing the skin on Azula's thighs just outside her labia. Katara’s hand would trace a circle around her crotch, coming closer and closer to Azula’s soaking gash, only to retreat when it got within a fraction of a millimeter from the outer lips. Azula could hardly stand this torture. She no longer cared about being the cold, ruthless, inaccessible tyrant she usually was. She needed to be touched, and she needed to be touched NOW.
"P-Please...” she whispered almost inaudibly.
Katara looked up in mock confusion. "What was that? I can’t hear you..."
"PLEASE!" Azula screamed. "Put your hand back between my legs...touch my breasts...kiss me...anything! I'm so aroused; I can't take it any longer!” Azula was positively crying with frustration now, frantically moving her hips as to try to force Katara’s hand to slide onto her whimpering cunt.
Katara smiled and then leaped on Azula. After she had gotten a good hold of the chains to hold herself up, she began grinding her clit against Azula's, making sure Azula's clit hair touched her labia. Azula threw her head back, not in agony, but ecstasy. This peasant was so GOOD; Azula thought she would go crazy if Katara stopped. After only 5 minutes of this, both girls came in one earth shattering scream. Katara kissed Azula on the lips, and Azula was only so happy to oblige, parting her lips to admit Katara's tongue. She could feel her strength returning; enough to break her bonds, and the way Katara's thighs were rubbing together suggested that she had not COMPLETELY emptied her bladder. Oh, she had wonderful things in store for the South Pole slut... |
I wrote some more! Whoop-de-doo! ＼(^o^)／Just so you all know, knowing a bit about Pokémon will help you understand some things in this chapter and others to come. I also feature Dawn as a young(er) girl, aged 6. Just a heads up. No-one will read this top bit anyway.
Chapter Two - Whaaaaaaaat!!??
“She's coming to.”
“Dawn! Are you OK?!”
“Wha-What happened?” Dawn asked, as woke up, gently rubbing her bruised head.
“Team Rocket,” Brock replied. “They hit you quite hard. You flew into the tree you're propped against."
As some more senses returned, she looked behind her and saw a rather blurry tree. She rubbed her eyes to clear her vision. It didn't work. Relying on touch, she felt for her hat, which had fallen off, and noticed how warm her lap felt.
“Dawn, we have some good news, and some, er, bad news,” Ash told her.
“What is it?” she asked.
“Well, the good news is that Team Rocket is gone, everyone is safe, and you've only been out 10 minutes,” Brock replied.
“And the bad news...?”
Ash and Brock both looked at each other, wondering how to put it. They even tossed a coin. Ash lost.
“Come on, spit it out!”
“Well,” Ash began, “uh, you see, er, well, your skirt kinda tore off,” he finished, rather quietly.
“Whaaaaaaaat?!!” she shouted, not really as a question, but still deserving of a question mark. She completely forgot the feeling in her lap, and looked down, and saw that the pink she thought was her skirt through her blurry vision and mind, was in fact the wrong shape. They were, in fact, her panties.
“Why would this - oh yeah, the rock, that ripping noise...” she said, remembering her flight as she saw a blurred pink shape snagged on the blurred corner of a blurred rocky-grey shape. “Could this be any worse?” she asked, rhetorically.
Cue irony.
“Well, actually...”
“What is it? What? What??!!”
“To be completely honest, um, you, uhhhhh...” Ash stalled briefly, before finishing very quietly and rapidly: “You peed yourself.” He waited for the inevitable blast of searing rage.
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^Seriously, get on with it.^
Hey! Who said you could talk in my stories, Steve?! And besides, the silence lasts eight more seconds. Oh, wait! Time!
Dawn finally came to grips with what had been said.
“WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!!!!!!!!!” Her senses were cleared instantaneously.
Ash and Brock couldn't reply because they had to go to the hospital due to burst eardrums. Well, not really.
Ash and Brock looked uneasily at each other, while Dawn looked down at her panties, horrified at the size of the stain and finally aware of what the warm feeling in her lap was.
“How could this situation be any more embarrassing?” she sobbed, her anger leaving her far more swiftly than it had come, her face instantly flushing a deep crimson.
“You could be topless,” Ash smiled weakly. His terrible joke made Dawn laugh even less than my readers; who probably laughed negatively, despite this being impossible and not making any sense.
Dawn jumped up, her anger reignited and grabbed Ash by the scruff of his shirt, which would have been serious if it weren't for the embarrassing features below her waist.
“Don't joke! I have nothing to change into, and nothing to hide my shame with! How am I meant to get to Eterna City, let alone walk through it, looking like this!?”
“I could give you my jacket to wrap around your waist,” Ash replied, suddenly helpful.
Dawn was surprised that Ash managed to focus on someone else's needs, for once (despite all those times he saved the world, all he actually cares about is the next major Pokémon battle).
“Ash! That's actually a decent idea! Thank you! Thank you!” she almost hugged him.
Ash took off his jacket, handed it to Dawn, and she wrapped it around her waist, tying the sleeves together. (Well, what did you expect the next line to be?)
Because most anime characters are so thin, the jacket wrapped around her completely and covered her shame, and even extended to her knees, whereas her original skirt extended to, um, half-way up her thighs. (No seriously, search for her on Google images, it covers NOTHING!)
Dawn did a quick twirl, to make sure she wasn't showing anything. Satisfied, she calmed down completely, and began to think.
(Oh by the way, if a mod reads this, could they italicize (or whatever the word is) everything written <like this> in my stories? I'm typing on an IPod Touch)
<Why would this happen? I haven't wet myself in 4 years! And that was really scary!> Dawn thought. <Speaking of which,> she continued to think, <now would be a great time to give me a bit of backstory.>
<Cue Opportune Flashback>
Dawn was 6 years old, and wore the same skirt as she did at 10, but, since she was shorter (and for the sake of the story, man did she grow since then), it passed her knees slightly. (I'm not sure what tense I'm writing in here)
She also wore a pink shirt, which had a Luvdisc print, instead of a real-world heart print.
She had been playing hide and seek with her older brother (Yeah, I suddenly invented a character. The actual series gets away with it! Where's he been in the episodes leading up to this time period? I dunno, he died in an accident involving Magikarp. Lots and lots of Magikarp.) and some of his friends (same accident).
She was hiding in the trees at Lake Verity, and had been for about five minutes. She had to pee a bit but didn't want to give away her hiding place. The need gradually increased over the next 5 minutes, but she still didn't want to give herself away, even though everyone else had been found already. Dawn could see her brother and his friends looking around, and heading in her general direction. She decided to head further into the woods, so that she wouldn't be seen.
She ran for several minutes, and after a while began to grip herself through her skirt. Her bladder was almost full to bursting point, but she kept running, enjoying the sounds of her brother and Co. calling her name in the near distance.
Dawn had come to a small clearing before she decided that she should probably take a pee. Little did she know that she had blundered into something's territory, and that something didn't appreciate the intrusion.
Dawn looked around to make sure none of the boys had followed her, then reached for her skirt...
Suddenly an Ariados sprang from its hiding place, and landed right in front of Dawn, hissing as it shot a web-like gunk at her.
Luckily, Dawn was so frightened of Bug-Type Pokémon, that she fell over backwards at the Ariados's appearance. Still very territorial, the spider Pokémon, jumped onto her chest, and bared its fangs at her.
Dawn felt all the warmth in her body begin to exit her via her bladder. She leapt up immediately, and ran out of the clearing, screaming as she did so, since she no longer cared if she was found or not.
As she ran, she realized what I had just wrote in the above paragraph, and lifted up her skirt and saw that her usually plain, white underwear had a large, and growing, yellowish damp patch. Dawn was wetting herself like a, er, little girl, which she was.
Dawn noticed how wonderful and warm her panties felt, and it actually calmed her briefly. Nonetheless, the bliss of relief quickly dissolved into shame and embarrassment, despite the fact that no-one had witnessed her accident.
Dawn let her skirt fall, and began walking home, as tears began to well up in her eyes, the trauma of the incident catching up to her.
By the time she was home, her soggy underwear had become rather cold. When she saw her mother, she ran towards her, still crying. Her mother treated her with the utmost care an sympathy, and Dawn began to feel better about that day, but the event still occurred in her nightmares.
<Back to the present>
“Hey Dawn! Earth to Dawn! Hey, are you in there?”
“Wha...?”
Ash continued to snap his fingers in front of Dawn's face, and she left her oddly realistic flashback. She blamed it on me writing in new memories for her.
“Uh, yeah, I'm here! Let's go!” Dawn finally exclaimed, and they continued walking through Eterna Forest.
^(( _ _ ))..zzzZZ^
Oh, ha ha, Steve. Very mature.
^Don't blame me! You just suck at writing! That ending sucked!^
Meh, we'll let the viewers decide that. Did I say viewers? I meant viewers. Wait, no... Meh, you know what I mean. Comments and criticisms please! (And Ranpalan, you're taking far too long to devise a witty reply. Hurry up! My mental health must be discussed further!) |
Here is a story I wrote about an intern marine biologist Ashly and her first experience. I will post additional stories about females in various job positions that limit the ability to urinate over the next few days.
CONTAINS: Male/Female Desperation, Intentional Urination, Wetting
5am - Ashly had always loved the ocean. In the summer her family would often vacation at one of the local beaches and she liked walking along the shore line, listening to the surf and examining the creatures that would wash up on the shore.
It would come as no surprise then that Ashly had chosen a path as a marine biologist for her college coursework. Now in her senior year, she was spending an internship with a prestigious company on the west coast, with the hopes of landing a job with them after her schooling was complete.
She had been working for them for about a month when her boss came up to her and asked her how she felt about going on a submersible operation.
Some of the scientists were going to go examine one of the local coral beds in the company's mini-sub. Of course Ashly jumped at the opportunity!
The group was leaving early in the morning and Ashly was down at the dock promptly at 6am to meet everyone and get ready. On the excursion were two male scientists, Alvin (45) and John (36); a female scientist, Melissa (27) ; and Ashly (22). As it was a cool morning Ashly had worn a tank top and stretch jeans. Melissa was dressed similarly in a pair of form fitting white pants and a sweater. The two guys were wearing polo shirts and jeans.
6am - Ashly, Alvin, John, and Melissa boarded the excursion vessel and headed out to sea. The waters were calm and the sky was shaping up to be clear. About 45 minutes later they arrived at the dive site.
6:45am -
JOHN: OK, we'll be ready to dive in about 10 minutes. Ashly, we'll get you in first and help you and then the three of us will get in behind you.
ASHLY: Sounds good. I'm so excited about this!
Ashly thought for a moment, and although she was shy decided she had best ask about facilities before they get into the sub -- where she was sure there was nothing. "Hey, before I get in, I should probably go to the bathroom, where can I do that?"
ALVIN: This is one of our smaller ships and doesn't really have proper facilities, but there is a makeshift bathroom over there behind that wall. You'll find a bucket you can use and there should be toilet paper.
Ashly thanked Alvin and hurried off behind the wall. For a moment she hesitated but then figured she had best try. She pulled down her jeans and pink panties and hovered over the bucket... for a minute... then two. She had never peed in a bucket before and this wasn't easy. Finally she just gave up and pulled her pants back up. She didn't need to go that bad anyway, it was just a precaution.
Ashly quickly hurried back to the group.
MELISSA: There you are! We thought maybe you had gone over board. Hurry up then, lets get you in.
Melissa was positioned in the back left corner of the sub, which was comprised on the sides and front entirely of glass. She took her seat and John climbed in beside her. Then Melissa and Alvin climbed in in the front.
ALVIN: OK, don't be alarmed, there will be a small bump as the ship releases us into the water.
And with that the sub was now operating on its own power, free of any kind of tether line.
ASHLY: How deep are we going?
JOHN: About 100 feet down.
ASHLY: You don't know how excited I am to be here with you guys.
7:30am - The sub had now descended to the operating depth and Alvin and Melissa were operating some claw arms on the front and collecting samples. Alvin was explaining things to Ashly who was fully engrossed in the situation. At this point Ashly's bladder was a little full, but nothing anyone would worry about.
8:00am - Now one hour into the undersea excursion the scientists had traversed part of the undersea coral bed.
MELISSA: Ashly, now we're going to go look at one of the habitats of some of the local fish. There have been some reports of disease in this area. It's about half a mile to our east and another 50 feet down.
As the craft propelled along Ashly looked out the windows at the ocean life and landscape. She knew she had picked the right career choice!
8:45am - The sub arrived at the underwater rock ledge where the fish lived. Now just about three hours into the trip, Ashly was feeling a need to pee -- but knowing there was nothing in the sub she thought it silly to ask... and she surely didn't want to seem uninterested by asking how much longer they'd be underwater so she just crossed her legs and silently held her water.
9:00am - As the sub was maneuvering around a rock wall while Alvin was trying to point one of the headlamps into a rock cove there was a loud thud, followed by a scraping noise and then a down pitched wurring noise followed by complete silence except for a little bit of ocean water burble.
JOHN: I think we just hit our main engine on one of these rocks.
ALVIN: That's not good. Do we still have radio contact with the surface?
MELISSA: Yes, let me get ahold of them.
Melissa spoke with the crew on the ship and let them know where they were and the issue plagueing them.
John and Alvin tried to get the motor running again, but without success.
ASHLY: Are we going to be OK? I mean, do we have enough air?
JOHN: Yes, air won't be a problem. The system has a large reserve battery to power the re-breather system.
MELISSA: The crew says they are going to go back to shore and get one of the larger boats with a pull line on it. It's going to be about 45 minutes back and probably another hour and a half until they get the other boat loaded up and back to us. We should be fine though in that period of time, we'll just get to know each other better.
9:30am - By now Ashly was acutely aware of her need to empty her bladder and was not looking forward to waiting another hour or two until she could pee.
ASHLY: Does this happen often?
JOHN: Ha, no. I've been doing this for 30 years and this is the first time I've been stuck at the bottom in a sub.
The crew passed time by talking about their past and their career aspirations. Ashly crossed her legs tightly and applied pressure to her crotch whenever she thoughts no one was looking. She thought she might have seen a bit of desperation in the eyes of Melissa as well, but wasn't sure. The conversation began to slow as each of them gazed out the window wondering how long it would be until their rescue arrived.
10am - Now 4 hours since Ashly had lasted urinated, her bladder was extremely full and beginning to protest. None the less she knew there was no bathroom here so saw no point in meantioning it. Instead, she undid the top button of her jeans to relieve a little pressure on her tummy. It helped a bit but not much.
ALVIN: Gosh, I'm sorry guys and gals, I wasn't planning on being down here this long. I've really got to pee, I hope you don't mind if I use this bottle?
Alvin produced a juice bottle, presumably left over from his breakfast.
JOHN: Hey, you gotta do what you gotta do. I'm not doing great, but I'm not that bad yet.
Melissa gave Alvin a bit of a glare. ALVIN: Hey, do you have a better idea?
With that he pulled out his penis and began to pee into the bottle.
Ashly had a clear view of the entire event and was not excited at all. In fact the site of Alvin getting his much needed relief and no chance for herself made her need all the more great. She had to muster up all of her strength to keep her pants dry. About that time Melissa shouted out, "and just what are us girls suppose to do? We've got bladders too you know!".
JOHN: I dunno, can you find something to pee into?
Apparently Melissa had been just as desperate as Ashly but had been hiding it very well.
MELISSA: I don't care how long I've worked with you, I'm not bearing my privates!
JOHN: Fine, suit yourself. You can find a container to pee into, or sit there in agony.
Unfortunately there was a third option he didn't meantion. And neither Ashly or Melissa wanted to think about it. But there were definite limits to their bladder capacities and both of them were reaching it.
The radio crackled: We are about 15 minutes out from your location now.
Melissa answered with a bit of a strained voice, "Thank you. Please hurry, we have a situation developing here... nothing life or death, just biological."
"We'll be there as soon as we can," replied the radio.
At 10:25 the first flood began. Ashly was surprised it wasn't her. Melissa left out a small gasp, put her one hand over her mouth and the other jammed deep into her womanhood. "I think I just peed a little", Melissa confided in Ashly. "We're both in this together," said Ashly, "although if there was anything to pee into, I'd be using it about this time!"
Overhearing Ashly, Alvin dug around a bit and produced a small flask. "you can use this if you'd like", he said. It would be better than wetting your pants.
Ashly thought about it for a moment. She hardly knew these guys and she didn't fancy showing herself off to them, but what other option did she have? "Thanks", she said, as she took the flash from Alvin.
Ashly got up on her seat... hesitated for a moment and then pulled her jeans down just enough to uncover her pink panties. "OK", she thought... now for my underwear. Being in this position with her pants down her bladder protested and sent a small shot of pee out of her urethra through her panties! There was an audible splatter on the seat below her and she instantly turned beat red, but said nothing in hopes no one else had noticed.
She quickly pulled her panties down, now bearing her pussy to every on the small craft. There was to be no privacy, and Ashly now understood why Melissa was so resistive to urinating here. Both of the guys could clearly see Ashly's shaved twat even if they tried not to.
Ashly positioned the flask under her pee hole and relaxed her bladder. At first nothing came. A horrifying reality! Her bladder was so full and yet nothing was coming out.
Melissa was trying to think about what Ashly was doing. There was no way she was going to do that. She HAD to wait... even as she felt the dampness in her yellow thong from her previous leak.
Ashly finally managed to get her stream moving and urinated for a least a minute. Filling the flask completely. Melissa left out a little whimper as the sight of Ashly getting sweet relief caused her bladder to go over the limit and release another -- longer spurt of hot urine. Her thong was now soaked and her pants were beginning to get wet. She knew she had no choice.
ASHLY: So now what do I do with this? she asked completely beat red.
ALVIN: Hand it here, I'll put a lid on it and we'll just pretend this didn't happen.
ASHLY: Thanks, you're so kind.
MELISSA: OK... I wasn't going to do this... this is totally killing my pride and dignity, but I have to pee. Is there anything else in here?
Alvin and John looked around the craft.
JOHN: I think Ashly used the last available container.
"CRAP!", said Melissa - her face turning a shade of pink and tears welling up in her eyes as she said, "I don't think I can wait until we get to the surface".
Ashly tried to comfort her. John looked at the crotch of Melissa's pants as Melissa lost control again releasing a 3 second long deluge into her white pants. Melissa's thong was now clearly visible behind her tight white pants.
ALVIN: Melissa, you're going to pee either way, why not just pee on the floor of the sub? I know it's disgusting, but you'll at least save your pants from further damage -- and well that's where it's going to end up anyway.
MELISSA: I can't... I just can't... out of principle.
Melissa shoved her hands deep into her crotch. It was throbbing and undulating with her incredible urge to urinate and her desire to hold it in.
RADIO: We are now ready to drop the line to you.
JOHN: We are waiting to accept it.
"OH YES!", shouted Melissa, "only a little longer now."
Now over 4 and a half hours since they had left shore, Melissa was uncertain if she could hold it another 10 minutes... but wetting herself any more was not an option.
As the line was dropped down.. Alvin and John helped guide it into position.
RADIO: OK, we're going to pull you up now. Due to the concern with damage, it's going to be slow moving but we'll get you to the top.
Fighting back tears and with one hand massaging her pussy Melissa asked into the radio, "how long is slow?"
RADIO: Probably 20-30 minutes.
With that Melissa broke down into a full out cry knowing there was no way she would be maintaining her dignity. And with that her bladder had had enough. A flood escaped through her thong into her white pants, pooling down her legs and leaving an aroma throughout the entire sub.
This was not something Melissa had planned on... and now not only was it bad enough that she had wet pants, her yellow thong and white pants hit nothing from the imagination.
"Wow! I never knew you weren't a natural blonde!", Alvin joked as he looked at the neatly shaved mound now clearly visible at Melissa's crotch.
"Don't... just don't", said Melissa, now crying with her face hidden behind her hands. She tried to maintain her dignity by crossing her legs, but knew she would eventually have to get out of the sub in front of her other co-workers.
About this time the sub was making it to the surface. And Ashly was thankful, as her bladder was beginning to fill again. |
OOC: Alright, I've had this in my mind for quite a while now, but just now starting it. This is only the first part so, it's nothing much at the moment. Tell me if I should keep going and help me out where it's needed! Be nice! First Fiction.
Pant, pant, pant. A voice full of fatigue would soon start to fill the hallway as bloody and sweaty hands would constantly pull and tug at a door that seemed to know that someone wanted to pry it open, so it staid shut and prevented the figure from getting to her salvation. Tried as she might, the door refused to budge. Her heart pounded and she could feel a chill running down her body starting from the top of her head. Tears welled in her eyes as she gave a few more pulls of the handle, but realizing that this was the end for her.
“No… No!” She started to cry as footsteps came closer and closer to her slim frame. The young girl turned on a dime and slammed her body against the door, trying to do anything to get away from the killer that has slain so many visitors to the abandoned church. “Please, I don’t want to die! I… I’m sorry!” She pleaded for her life, her body shaking to an unbelievable extent. One part of her knew that if she didn’t do anything, she would die but, another part of her knew if she tried to do anything she would surely die. The mad man slowly dragged his bloody meat tenderizer against an old table that seen its fair share of beatings since it has been there.
Right as the hammer screeches off the table, the girl’s body went numb and almost lifeless. Her back slid against the door and feel to the floor, realizing that this was the end for her, she was frozen in fear. That doesn’t mean the rest of her body wasn’t cooperating with its normal needs: her bladder contracted from the shock of her butt hitting the ground. Her dusty and body fitting jeans were now quickly growing a darker blue and spreading out from under her rear end and pooling quickly around her feet. If she wasn’t about to die, this sensation of letting go would feel all too great but, this wasn’t the case. As the madman smirked once more and raised his weapon of choice, a blaring alarm cut her out of her terror.
Amber eyes shot open as she was once again constantly being reminded that it was time to get up and start getting ready for school. It was all a dream. Well not a dream, a nightmare. Yeah, that’s it a nightmare. Watching that horror trilogy was a big mistake looking back at it now. It was all good and fun last night, but now she just might be paying for it. Tossing and turning all night and the waking up in a cold sweat… but another sensation was also swarming over her body, mainly between her waist and buttocks. It was a familiar feeling, nothing different from every other night. She had wet the bed and due to the added fear of the nightmare, it was a much heavier wetting than what she usually would produce. The weight of the soiled diaper was nothing but a reminder that her 17, going on 18, year old body just wasn’t ready to catch up with her mind to tell it to stop acting like her bed was nothing but a toilet.
Throwing the covers off her body, Milly, or Mills as a lot of her friends call her, adjusted her pajama top which stopped just short of the plastic waist of her night time diaper. This one was a bit thicker than her other diapers since she could have some kind of opportunity to use a bathroom during the day. Her hair was a frizzy mess and she needed to make a run to the facilities in a morning routine she was used to. Even though she had already emptied her bladder once, even if it was involuntary, the need to go again was already pressing at her.
Right as she started to get her bearings together, that alarm clock went off yet again. Why? She could of sworn that she only set it to go off once… actually, wasn’t that all alarm clocks? Rubbing her, still focusing, eyes, Milly realized that the alarm had blared at least two times before she woke up; which could only mean:
“Oh my God, I’m late!” She cried out, instantly realizing that she had only 20 minutes to get dressed, eat something and manage to sprint to the bus stop before it got there. This was going to be a big stretch. “Crap, crap, crap!” The Senior, soon to be graduate, repeated in a hurried manner. She wasn’t going to be late and, worst of all, walk all the way to school. That was just a big N-O in her options of travel, especially when the school was 2 1/2 miles away from her house. The school girl vanished into her closet to find her uniform shirt and skirt. After a few seconds of searching, she managed to get dressed in a timely fashion but with two major problems: she didn’t have a bra on nor did she change from her wet overnight diaper though, those two items weren’t on her mind… until she was running down the steps. The wet sloshing seemed to echo heavily in her ears reminded her of her ‘situation’ under her pleated skirt while the cloth of her shirt rubbing against her unprotected chest sent an odd wave across her body. “Oh man, I know I’m going to regret this, but I’m out of time.” Milly reminds herself as she peaked in the kitchen for hopes of an already made plate of breakfast: half of her dreams would be fulfilled.
In the kitchen, there were obvious signs of cooking. The smell of fried sausage, pancakes and the light scent of freshly cut fruits would all hang in the air of the kitchen. Milly’s nose was pummeled by the smell and her stomach quickly agreed, wanting to be filled before anything else was accomplished. A groan passed the girls lips as she flung her bag behind her back, her eyes hungrily eyeing everything in sight. The rest of her family was already gone and starting their day, which always left young Milly by herself to lock up, or to a kitchen like this. “This will have to do.” She grabbed a piece of toast and shoved it in her mouth, then grabbed another for the road, bolting out the door to start the school day.
This was going to be a very long day. She could feel it in the pit of her stomach… or was that something else?
End Chapter 1 |
If you didn't read Wet Car Ride 1 or 2, you should. They're both under the "Wet Car Ride" topic in order.
July walked down a strange long, slender path of stones. To her left, trees, to her right, also trees. She just walked. At the end she saw a green blur too far away to distinguish. She approached a downward slope in the path and suddenly water started to rise to her ankles, then her waist. Before she new it, the water was already miles over her head. July kept walking down the path of trees. She noticed just then she’d been holding it for hours and she reached the verge of wetting herself. “Beautiful clouds!” She said gazing up at the one cloud that showed in the sky as it turned into a rabbit, at which instant the urine had already escaped her bladder and drizzled down her pants. The wet spot grew rapidly on her pants. She was still underwater and yet her pants formed a wet spot. July finally reached the end of the path which was a dead end. She spotted a weird green fuzz on the ground that stretched out into a jacket. “Don’t be late for school!” She herd a voice from nowhere. It had no origin or source, just a voice she heard. “Wake up already!” She herd again with her third ear. July sat on the car seat next to her and started peeing her pants again, as if she was supposed to.
She had no consciousness that told her it was wrong at the time, then she woke up in her bed. “You awake yet?” Aadi smiled. July felt damp in her… diaper! She’d forgotten. She woke up in the middle of a peeing session in her dream so she felt damp. When she slipped her hand in her diaper, she was relieved to know she was dry after all. “What’s wrong? You wet yourself?” Her mother Aadi asked. “No!” July sighed. “I thought I did! I had a weird dream. I was… walking somewhere and the last thing I remember is sitting in a car seat from nowhere and peeing in it. Or maybe I peed while I was walking. I don’t remember.”
“I had a dream last night that I had to pee really bad in the car while I was driving, and I just barely made it to the bathroom and pulled down my pants in time to completely loose control!”
“Is that why your pj’s are wet?” July smirked. “What?” She checked herself. To her horror, her pajama pants were soaked from the crotch to the side were the hip was. The wet spot showed on the side of her shirt too. She gasped and covered her mouth in humiliation. The mother felt mortified. “Why didn’t you say something!!? I was standing there with a big mocking wet patch on my… PANTS!!” Aadi whimpered with her eyes moist. Her face flushed red with embarrassment as she walked to her bedroom to change, assumingly. “You’re not supposed to change yourself remember Mom!?” July teased. “Mom’s not here!” She cocked back. “You didn’t say anything about living on your own, you just said if you lived by yourself you could change yourself, but you don’t live by yourself do you!?”
“Nice try July!”
“Nice try what?” July smirked. She knew exactly what it meant. She and Mom were the only people who lived in the house. If you couldn’t change yourself, who would? Aadi gave July a stare.
“Touch my pants and I’ll hit you with a wet noodle!” Aadi enforced as she proceeded to her room to change and closed the door. July got out of bed to have breakfast and get ready for school. She usually had a shower after breakfast before making her lunch but she knew she’d have to take off her diaper to do that and get her mom to help put it back on, so she saved the hassle for last. July took her diaper off to take a shower. When she got out and dried off, she put her school shirt on and brought her diaper over to Aadi to help her put it back on. “Alright!” Her mother began, taking the diaper from her and wrapping it around her crotch. “Hold this up for me!” She said. July held the loose diaper up from the front and back while the mother tried to secure the straps. It didn’t stick at all. The diaper fell off her butt and plopped on the floor, exposing her cheeks. “Woops!” Aadi picked it up and left to throw it away. “Guess we have to get another one! I forgot these things only stick once!”
“Awe rats!” July snapped. It was a waist of a perfectly good diaper. Aadi came back with the new diaper and they started the process again. She wrapped the plush material over her butt, July held it up for her and she strapped it down. “Okay!” Her mother finished. “Now we know to put the diaper on AFTER you’ve showered!”
“Yah! Just like we did!” July corrected. “Thanks Mom!” She pranced to her bedroom to finish getting dressed. July got out a pair of tight jean shorts and forced it up over her diaper. She pulled hard on the zipper to zip up her shorts but she eventually got it up. The hardest part was buttoning it up. The pressure was so rock-hard she almost didn’t get it. The diaper and shorts combo constricted her waist with massive force. July eventually managed to button up her shorts. Before she went out the door with her back pack her mother stopped her in her tracks. “Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa! Where do you thing you’re going with that tight fit!”
“It fit’s fine Mom!”
“Uh, No! It doesn’t” The button wedged itself inside her pants ready to pop out. Her diaper sounded like it was about to pop inside, her shorts had absolutely no wrinkles. “Your gunna wreck that diaper doing that!” July groaned at the thought of having to take it off again. She struggled for five minutes trying to get it off. “Wear something loose like sweat pants or a long dress so it has room to expand when you use it! Other wise it’ll just leak and you’ll be embarrassed like me!” Aadi advised though her bedroom door. July laughed. “It’s not FUNNY!” She yelled. “Yes it is!” She cocked back. “July!! Would you shut up!!” She couldn’t stop laughing deviously. “July!” She whined. “You’re hurting my feelings!” She came out of her bedroom with the shortest, frilliest skirt she could find. It barely covered her diaper underneath. Her mother stared at her for a moment. “You’re kidding right?” She commented. “Bout what?”
“I didn’t mean that loose July!”
“Well I’m not wearing sweat pants, it’s 85 degrees outside!”
“Do what ever your want!” she surrendered. “Oh my goodness!” Something had just occurred to the Mother. “You have Jim don’t you!?”
“It’s fine! They’re weird enough, I can get away with it!”
“Do you have an extra pare in there?”
“I have two!” July ensured. Aadi hesitated. “Okay.” She started to regret making her test out the diapers. They probably work fine anyway, but there was no turning back now. On her way to the bus stop she noticed a pressure in her bladder. Shoot she thought. I should of went before I put this on… twice! She felt clean and dry after she got out of the shower and she didn’t feel like soiling herself yet, so she just held it in! She met up with her African American friend Kristen at the bus stop! “Hi Kristen!” She waved her hand up high with a bright smile. “What’s up July!”
“Not much!” She didn’t feel comfortable taking about her current undergarment. Her face was a little red. “How’d the trip go?”
“Oh! Nothing special! It was just a typical business trip.”
“So what does you mom do anyway!”
“Real estate business stuff I don’t understand!” He just nodded. “So what do you want to do when you graduate?” July asked. “I was thinking about studying criminal psychology and seeing if I can prevent some of the crime that goes on! If I can figure out why people become criminals in the first place they’d be able to live with us instead of amongst us. You know what I mean?”
“Yah, and you know, there’s really no such thing as fault when you really think about it!”
“Well, it’s a fault but, it’s not like people just choose to do things for absolutely no reason!”
“Right!”
“There’s a chemistry to everything!”
“Yah!” One big reason July and Kristen were friends was because they could agree on a lot of things. They could relate in a lot of ways. “I wanna be a nurse for children!” July perked. “How can you stand children! They’re loud, annoying, bratty, smelly!”
“It’s not their fault they have high pitched voices. If it wasn’t for their high pitched voices then they wouldn’t seem so loud! Besides, you’re still a child in your mom and dad’s eyes ya know!”
“Yah that’s true! I wish I could be as patient as you!” The bus came around the corner. They watched it approached. As July sat on the bus she really wished she’d taken that bathroom break before putting on her diaper. She crossed her legs for comfort. It wasn’t bad, just distracting and uncomfortable. It was like that road trip all over again. She was tired of holding it in. This constant desperation really started to wear her down. July shifted and squirmed a bit in her seat. The diaper’s smooth inner surface gently stroked her skin and the fluffy padding hugged her tight with love. How could she possibly soil this wonderful thing now. “You all right?” Kristen asked concerned. He had a good idea of what was going on. “Yah! It’s fine!” She reassured him. “Wish I would’ve went to the bathroom before I left though!”
“Slept in?”
“Na! I actually got up pretty early this morning!”
“So what? You forgot to go before you left?”
“Well, kind of a long story.” She began quietly and discreetly, blushing a little. “My mom got me some diapers for long road trips and she needs me to test them out for a few days to see how they work for me! But I forgot to go before I put this one on and I can’t put it back on once I take it off.”
“Oooh!” He seemed indifferent to the fact that she wore a diaper under that tiny, frilly skirt of hers. “So that’s what that crinkling was. I thought you just had one of those maxy pads.” Kristen kept the same low toned voice July had to stay level with her level of confidence of exposure. “You could hear that!?” She whispered. She blushed a little harder. July sat there stiff, embarrassed. She pressed her legs together to hide herself. “It’s cool!” He reassured her. “I’m just glad you’re not having that damb monthly cycle yet. I know how sucky that can get for gals.”
“Well don’t kid yourself, I’m just about due for another one.” She got her confidence back and let up on her legs. “So if you’re wearing a diaper why don’t you just go?” Kristen asked discreetly, curious. “I just got out of the shower! I don’t want to soil myself right now! Besides, this thing’s too soft and dry to wet right now!”
“Ah! Well how bout a joke then!” Kristen loved telling jokes. “Okay!”
“Did you here the one about the driver?!”
“I don’t think so!”
“So this Asian husband kisses his wife good by and heads to work. His wife worries about him so she checks the news. To her horror there was a maniac driving on the wrong side of the road on the street he took to work.”
“Oh my!”
“She calls him in a panic and says ‘watch out! there’s a maniac driving on the wrong side of the road ahead of you!!’” Kristen imitates an Asian accent for the punch line. “‘What are you talking about?! Every one is driving on the wrong side of the road!’” She burst out laughing as Kristen joins her. The bus gets to school and they part to go to their first classes. The final bell rings in time for July to be in her seat. “That’s the bell!” Mr. Callum began. “Time for math! So, I have good news for you today! We’re done with simplifying and deriving equations!” The class cheered. “And it’s time to start asymptotes.” He finished. Of coarse the class groaned at this, including July. “Firs I’ll start by giving you back your tests from yesterday, which I finished grading in fifteen minutes by the way.” He tended to try to impress his students. They chuckled at his gloating. They found it funny when he bragged about stuff. The quizzes reached the students. July smiled at her paper. It was a 78%. “The class average was an 86% this quarter, which means I did a good job teaching you this time.” The class chuckled again. He really was a good teacher, not just good because all the kids liked him, but he was really good at teaching, a genius teacher. Mr. Callum could go through the entire curriculum of math in half the time, twice the in depth study, and twice the fun with, of course, the other half of the year to spare, during which time he taught calculus, a seniors class, to juniors. His teaching methods were revolutionary, but the other teachers could never figure out how he did it. The bigger question was, why didn’t he work in a better higher paying school. ‘because rich folk don’t need anymore help, money aint everything!’ he always said, but students still didn’t quite understand. His heart was always bigger then his brain.
July forgot about her morning urge by the time she got to her second hour class and lasted until the end of her third hour class. Half way through fourth hour the urge started to bother her again, but of coarse, more strongly now. July made a conscious effort to concentrate on American Government and her bladder. The diaper felt too comfortable to soil. It hugged her throughout the whole day every time she walked from class to class. July hid her diaper successfully all day by crossing her legs, whether she knew it or not. She had a reading assignment to work on. Her whining bladder took up half her concentration. That annoying little urge nagged her bladder to release. July shifted her legs, crossed them tighter, rocked back and fourth and bounced up and down in her chair. She looked at the time. 12:00am. It was thirty minutes to lunch time. July squirmed and groaned. It doesn’t make a difference anyways. If I take off my diaper to go to the bathroom I won’t be able to get it back on. I’d half to wear a different one, by which time I might as well just use the first one, but, I don’t want to soil this nice diaper. Maybe I can make it till lunch. She thought. Then I’ll be able to change it after I use it. If I loose it right now, I’ll have to wait till class ends to get changed. So July endured the pressure some more. The problem was, she ran out of bathroom passes so she couldn’t just wet herself and go to the bathroom to change. She crammed one hand in her crotch and the other hand on the paper she was reading. Her bladder whined at her to let go and constantly pushed against her opening. July noticed a slight twinge in her bowels. Desperation got really bad now. July reached the verge of wetting herself long before lunch hour. She bounced up and down in her seat. It seemed that for every second she had to focus on her bladder, she had to pour more energy into not letting go. She double crossed her legs. Though she tried to squeeze her crotch closed the thickness of the diaper prevented her from getting a good grip. Her legs shivered and sweat with desperation. She squirmed frantically in her seat to hold it in. Finally a quick jet of pee escaped into the padding. She jolted to bring her other hand down to press down the pressure. Another seep of urine escaped, and pee just kept dripping out of her urethra, past the lips and into her padding. A long stream of pee then forced its way through. July looked at the clock. 12:04. You’ve got to be kidding!! She thought. The twinge in her bowels became more noticeable, but still not serious. “Okay little children your should have finished the reading assignment by now so pass it to the left!” Mrs. Achava exclaimed. July removed one hand to pass papers to the left. “So what did you think of that?!” she asked. “That’s messed up man!” one student commented. “I think children should be allowed to work, but no one deserved those conditions.” The students got into discussion. Meanwhile July’s eyes started to get moist and she reached her limit. She lost her strength and her bladder let out a raging fluid through her opening. The powerful stream of urine jet against the padding. The sound carried throughout the class with July in the spot light. The class went dead-silent with the sound of urine spraying inside of July’s diaper in the centre of it all. Her diaper absorbed the liquid like a sponge on steroids. How could it catch all that pee at once without leaking? Urine slurped over her entire crotch area and slithered down her crack to the back of her diaper. The diaper expanded as it filled up with pee. The fluid poured over the entire inner surface of the diaper and drenched her bottom throughout, but it never leaked. It felt like she was sitting in her own puddle, but contained inside the diaper. It grew wetter and heavier as it expanded further past the small skirt. Her skirt could no longer hide it now that it expand two inches past it. Everyone could see the yellow stained pad if they wanted to. Surprisingly, they didn’t want to. As soon as she was done, and the sound stopped, the class went right back to discussion as if nothing happened. July had light tears in her eyes from the wetness but she realized it wasn’t so bad. Her stomach felt better afterwards, but then she thought, what would number two be like. She didn’t want to find out too soon. |
The first ones are some made-up girls. Might as well start with them, right? The first couple are kinda to get you into what anime wetting is all about.
Jessica was walking home, and, unfortunately, on a full bladder. She knew that she should have gone at school, maybe even stopped at a friend's house. But no, she knew she could hold it. Big mistake. She jammed her key into the lock, and nothing happened. Her legs were twitching. It's probably not in all the way, she told herself. Jiggle it again! She tried jiggling the key further into the hole. She felt something in her shoes, but didn't bother to look. She felt warm though, so she eventually looked down. She just wet herself, and the pee was dripping into her socks and shoes, and dropping off her school skirt and onto the porch. She sighed, and picking up her book-bag, walked inside the house.
Cynthia was walking home. She really needed the bathroom. She knew that she should have used the bathroom at school, but she knew her friend lived across the block. She knocked on the door rather loudly. "Yes?" Her brother opened the door. "Hi, is Abby home?" Abby came to the door just then. "Oh, Cynthia! Come in!" She pushed the red-haired girl in. "What's wrong?" The two girls sat on the couch. Cynthia kept tugging on the end of her skirt, making it so Abby didn't know what was wrong. "Oh, I was just wondering if-I could use your bathroom!" Abby laughed. "Oh, that's all? I though something serious was wrong. Okay, but our dad's taking a shower in there." Cynthia looked around. "How long does he take?" she asked. Abby looked from her friend to her brother. "About 45 minutes. He just got in there, too." Cynthia jumped up from the couch. "Oh, then I shall go home then! Farewell!" she waved.
Cynthia walked slowly, so her bladder didn't spill over. She figured that she could make it to someone's house. She stepped slowly when she felt something in her underwear. A couple drops splashed onto the sidewalk. "Ack!" she cried. Cynthia grabbed her crotch desperately. Her skirt's wet spot kept getting bigger and bigger. "This won't happen! I have to hold it in!" Tears formed in her eyes. She screamed as the urine splashed onto the sidewalk, dripping and dropping.
Okay, now I need some more explaining. Now, it's time for real animes now that you've grasped what anime wetting is. I wanted to do a Fruit Basket one, but it would be similar to Michelle's, so I decided to bag it. Maybe part 2... Anyway, the next ones are all Sailor Moon. Enjoy!
Amy's Pool Party Wetting
Amy relaxed with her back to the chain-link fence. "Ugh! It's so hot!" she complained, even though she was at the pool. The Wind, The Sky was blasting through the speakers until Mina shut it off. "Come swim with us! If you're so hot." Mina asked. Amy waved her off. "Alright, alright. Just give me a second." she said. She watched Serena jump into the pool, spewing water when she made contact. Amy took her wrap off. She knew she didn't want any restriction for what she was about to do. She felt nervous, so she made sure her lower half was covered by a beach chair. She relaxed her muscles. It felt good to finally urinate, even if it was her bathing suit. She noticed her suit darkening, she hoped it wasn't too noticeable. After she was done, Amy placed her wrap on to fool anybody. "Well, are you coming in or not?" Mina asked, waving. Serena was getting pushed under the water by Raye. Amy pulled her wrap off and noticed the darkness stopped right at her chest. She hoped the water would wash it away. "Alright." she shrugged. "I'm coming!"
Hotaru's Picnic Nightmare
Hotaru sniffed the flowers. "These ones smell delightful!" She enjoyed the way Morning Glories and Roses smelled. Her friend, Jenny, was picking a bouquet of Snapdragons and Forgot-Me-Nots. "Oh, Hotaru! Did you see any Baby's Breaths around here?" Hotaru shook her head no. "Why are they called Baby's Breaths? They smell pleasant, while a real baby's breath stinks like milk and spit-up." Jenny sat down on the checkered blanket and took out the plastic cups. "Which lemonade do you want? The pink or the regular?" Hotaru shrugged. "Do you have black lemonade?" The girl stuck her tongue out. "Ew! That sounds down-right nasty!" The she giggled. "No!" Hotaru giggled. "Alright, then the pink kind." She poured it in very carefully, making sure not to spill anything. She gulped it down, then had another cup. "I'm going to look at the flowers some more, okay?" Hotaru wiped her mouth off. "Let me know if you find any baby's breaths!" Hotaru rolled the blanket up, then put it into the basket. She felt something move in her body. "Ack! I probably shouldn't have drunk so much lemonade!" She stacked the cups up and placed them in the separate compartment. Hotaru sat down, hoping to ease the pressure. She clutched her crotch for good measure. She was breathless about the daises she was sitting next too, but didn't dare to move. She felt warm, though. It was comforting. She felt like she just come out of the bath. She opened her eyes wide. The spot she was holding was darker then the others. She felt the tears in her eyes before they dropped. She was a 12 year old girl, and she just peed herself. She hoped her parents would understand.
Michiru Shouldn't Drink Tea Anymore!
Michiru came back from the store early. She was all hot, so she figured that a quick drink should cool her off. She made her favorite-tea. She sat down on the couch and started drinking it. Once she finished one cup, she started until she drank 5 cups! She moved the cups and the tea pot into the sink and rinsed them off. She knew she needed to go to the bathroom, so she knocked on the door. "Hotaru-chan? Are you in there?' Hotaru answered back. "Yes, but I just had a tea-party for my dolls, and I have at least 10 of them. So this could take a while." Hotaru said. Michiru didn't say she was upset. She was 17, she could hold it. She started reading a book on the couch. After a while, she felt pressure. She stood up and crossed her legs. "No good!" she cried. She sat down again, then just stood up again and danced around. She put the book up. Haruka came in at that second and saw her lover sitting down, looking worried. She started tickling Michiru. Michiru giggled like crazy. "Stop it! Stop it! I said to stop it!" She accidentally kicked Haruka in the face. "Oh, I'm sorry!" She kissed Haruka on the cheek to apologize. Michiru didn't feel any pressure, which worried her more. She stood up too fast though. She felt warm. She didn't want to look down. "I'm sorry." she cried. Haruka wrapped her arms around her. "What's wrong, Michiru?" Michiru didn't feel like talking. "I think I just wet myself." She started crying. Haruka kissed Michiru. "And I think you're even hotter for it." |
Hi guys, I've been away for a little longer than I'd expected.
Anyway here's the next part of the Wet Morning
It's scattered across several posts, I'll try to make a clean, fully edited pdf in the future.
As always, any comment is welcome (especially the argumented comments)
When I woke up the next morning the sun was shining low in the spotless blue sky. It was quite early – well, it was around nine, that's early for me on a Sunday - but I was in a cheerful mood and I wanted to make good use of it. I had been dreaming about Kara the whole night long. She had called me a few hours after I had fled her house the day before. After endless minutes of embarrassed apologies from both parts, she had told me she needed help about some math stuff for a test on Monday. Of course, I had gladly accepted.
Time to suit up! After a long deliberation with myself, I settled for an elegant white shirt with subtle embroidments and simple navy blue short pants. And so I went to the kitchen for breakfast.
“Hi mom.” I said with an unusually cheerful voice.
“Hi. You woke up early today.” she replied with the same tone.
“It happens...” I started eating as fast as I could.
“You dressed up quite nicely.” she added, “Are you going on a date?”
Gulp! Why does she have to ask that?
“No... I... I told Kara I would... help her study... for her math test.” I blushed.
“Oh, that's so nice of you...” She smiled. “You're cute. Good luck!”
“I'm just giving her some lessons you know, it's not like I... I mean, she's nice but... I don't expect to...” Gosh, why am I talking about this with my mom?
“It's okay sweetie,” She grinned, “See you later.”
“Bye” I was on my way.
I fled the house and ran towards Kara's. I took a minute to catch my breath before pushing the doorbell. I was soon greeted by the wonderful sight of Her opening the door In Person and revealing Her charming shape. She wore an adorable light green dress over a white pair of thighs. Her shoulders and arms were uncovered and the visible softness of Her pale skin blinded me as much as if I'd looked directly at the sun. And then, Her face. So gorgeous, almost divine, certainly undefinable. Gifted with a wide shiny smile pointing directly to the the most charming blue eyes you would ever see...
“Hi Tim” Her smile grew even larger as her eyes shone even more.
“Hello...” I'm supposed to give her lessons? I'm barely able to talk to her.
Fortunately, it got easier as we briefly discussed the usual nothingness on our way to her room. Ben was out for the morning, so we wouldn't be interrupted in our work. We sat at her desk and started to revise her tests, helping her redo the questions she answered wrong.
As I was trying to explain why she shouldn't divide by zero, I lost her attention. She started looking around nervously and couldn't sit still on her chair. We had been busy for an hour already and it was normal for her concentration to fade after a while.
“Come on, just pay attention to this then we'll have a break.” I said, yet unaware of the real reason of her distraction.
She managed to make an effort for a couple of minutes before I lost her again. This time she sat with her right hand between her legs, shaking occasionally. Her face was pale, her eyes half closed and she was biting her lower lip as if in great pain. I suddenly realized the obvious cause of her discomfort.
Now, if she needed to use the bathroom, why didn't she say so? Would she be so shy as to not daring to interrupt me? Would she rather wet herself again? Another thing that amazed me was the speed at which her desperation had grown. She looked just fine five minutes before, and now she was wiggling as if she had been holding it for hours, ready to soak her panties right there if nothing was done in the next seconds.
I must admit, a part of me would have loved to see her soak her innocent outfit. I could imagine the pressurized liquid mass pushing harder and harder on her little girl's muscles, quickly weakening them and ready to launch an ultimate assault that would inevitably create an unsealable breach in her last line of defense. When the first spurts would dampen her panties, inducing to her private parts a warm feeling she wouldn't be able to enjoy, her feeble floodgate would admit its defeat and allow the hot torrent to humiliate the poor girl completely. The powerful stream would have no trouble getting past the soaked panties, drench her thighs in no time and attack the thicker fabric of her sacrificed dress. Then she would feel the warm moisture soil the soft skin of her fingers while an equivalent feeling would spread under her butt. Tears would start to roll down her cheeks and she would free her right hand from its now useless task in order to hide her shameful face. I could picture her sweet urine cascading down her legs, darkening her white thighs, drawing explicit patterns on her lower dress and splashing on the ground in a perfect mix with the chaotic tempo of her sobs.
“Hmm...” Her groaning pulled me back to reality. A prudent glance indicated that she was still dry, but in heavy pain, burning her last forces. If I didn't do something, that would be the end of our little 'date'.
“Kara... hmm... do you need to... to use the... hmm...” I really suck at this.
“Yes.” she admitted shyly.
“Well? Then go! What are you waiting for?” Come on, Kara, you're thirteen, just run to that freaking bathroom!
“Thank you.” she mumbled as she stood up in great efforts.
As she struggled to make her way to the door without losing control, I didn't even need to hurry in order to reach it before her. I opened it for her so she could keep her hands at their vital task. When she passed by, besides checking her whole body to notice one more time how beautiful she was, I paid special attention to her crucial spots hunting for an incriminating stain or some other revealing evidence. She was annoyingly dry when after a painful and humiliating procession, she closed the bathroom's door behind her. After just a few seconds, I heard the loud sound of her pee splashing in the toilet's water, first like several randomly spaced spurts before it changed into a powerful steady stream that lasted longer than I could hold my breath.
To be continued very soon |
Katie The Lifeguard
CONTAINS: Female Desperation & Wetting
Katie was a tall blonde 19 year old in her second year of college. She loved a good tan and checking the guys out, so she figured a job as a lifeguard at the local beach would be a great summer job. Maybe she'd even get to check out some of the tanned, toned guy lifeguards.
Today was the last day of lifeguard training, with the beaches opening to the public tomorrow. There were about 10 other guys and 3 other girls in the group. All this week they had become acquainted with the beach and with protocol... how to handle emergencies, their responsibilities, keeping hydrated due to the sun, etc.
During the course of the week Katie had befriended one of the guy lifeguards named Mark and they had become fairly close and were sitting together.
As the day drew to an end, each of them were handed their official lifeguard swimsuits.... shorts for the guys and bikini tops and bottoms for the gals.
As Katie drove home that evening she reviewed many of the things there were told. Safety, schedules, breaks. A typical lifeguard schedule was going to consist of starting at 9am, with an on-the-job lunch around noon, and a 15 minute break at 1pm. Then back on the clock until 5pm.
"Not too bad", thought Katie, "and the pay isn't half bad either".
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The next day Katie showed up for work dressed in her well fitting lifeguard bikini. The air was a little cold and her nipples were slightly visible through her top, though she didn't notice it.
"OK", said the head lifeguard, "welcome to your first day everybody. We're going to go over assignment positions. Each of you are not to leave your assigned post without getting permission and a replacement from the main office."
With that he handed out assignments. Katie and John were next to each other, but near one of the far ends of the beach. Still, Katie hoped to have some time to talk to him as they walked back and forth at the start and end of their shifts.
"You are all free to go to your spots. Have a great day!"
John found Katie and they started to walk.
"So, I guess we're not too far from each other... I mean relatively speaking, eh?", said John
"Yeah, maybe we could make these morning walks a habit?"
They continued down the beach to Katie's stand.
"Wow, I didn't realize how long of a walk this was out here", Katie laughed.
"Yeah, it is a bit of a hike... took us what, about 15 minutes to get here?", said John.
Katie thought for a moment, she probably should use the bathroom before starting her shift, but she had no idea where they were on this end of the beach.
"Hey, John... I'm a little embarrassed to ask this, but where are the bathrooms down here?"
"Oh, ummm. Actually, there's only one public toilet and it's back near the center of the beach where we came from. I don't know why the city doesn't put porta-potties or something out here. It would make it easier on the guests."
"Well that certainly puts a damper on things, how the heck are we suppose to get there and back over our 15 minute break?"
"Most of the guys don't... they just kneel down by their stand and make it look like they are looking for something in their bags while they pee down their leg into the sand - I'm not sure what you're suppose to do. Maybe you could take a quick dip in the ocean?"
"I guess I'll figure something out... see you at 5?", she said.
"Sure, have fun!"
With that Katie climbed into her stand and prepared for the day. Four hours until break and a hot blazing sun. Katie had a bladder of steel so she wasn't really too worried about things.
As the morning drug on, Katie was enjoying her job as she watched the people swimming in the ocean surf, though the turn-out wasn't great as it was still early in the season and the water temperatures were pretty cold.
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Around noon Katie was beginning to feel the need to release her bladder. It wasn't an emergency but was becoming uncomfortably full. As she repositioned herself in her chair she noticed her tight bikini had sort of ridden up at her crotch and was revealing one of her lips. "Well dang it", she thought, "do these things have to be so tight?" Katie pulled at her suit and straightened it out.
"Lunch time", she thought as she opened her sandwich and drank another bottle of water.
By 1pm she was really beginning to feel the need to urinate. "Good, a break!" she thought as she radioed back to base for permission to leave her stand. "Granted", came the response.
Now - she had 15 minutes to figure out where to pee. Going back to the base wasn't an option... so it looked like the ocean water. Katie went down to the shore line and stuck her foot in... ICE COLD! "OK, that's not an option - think think... plan B".
As she was walking along she saw Tina, another one of the long time lifeguards, in her stand with her legs crossed. She wondered if Tina also needed to pee.
Before too long Katie realized her 15 minutes were completely used up looking for somewhere to release her water!
"Dang It!", thought Katie as she went back to her stand. She couldn't afford to lose this job on account of not being where she was suppose to be at the proper time. She briefly considered trying to pee into the sand, but there were now too many people around for her to do it discreetly.
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By 2pm Katie's bladder was extremely full and she was having to clench her teeth and press her legs together. She wondered how the other girls were making out, and definitely made a mental note to ask them how they were coping before tomorrow.
By 2:30 Katie noticed some dampness on her lifeguard bikini bottoms. Although she hadn't noticed any leaking, there was a dime size spot -- though it might only have been sweat. But by 2:45 it was definitely more. At one point Katie jammed her hand deep into her pussy as she felt a spasm of urine escape. Nothing bad, but her bikini bottoms were now definitely turning dark red.
Suddenly her radio came to life, "We have a situation at peer 2, all lifeguards report to peer 2".
About that time John came by on a 4-wheeler, "Jump on" he said, "we can ride together."
Under any other situation Katie would have loved this, but right now she was having serious problems controlling her body. As she climbed down from the chair, she was sure John noticed her crotch which was now being clung to by her semi-wet bikini.
As the 4-wheeler sped down the beach hitting some of the bumps of sand, Katie felt her bladder losing more of its contents. She was beat red and horrified as her urine was running down the seat onto John.
As they arrived at the peer, Katie and John saw that there was a swimmer who was attacked by a shark and assistance was needed in controlling the on-lookers.
"John", said Katie, "I can't do this. I'm wetting myself."
"What?"
"I didn't get a chance to go to the bathroom over my break and I'm leaking, if I get off here I'm going to completely soak myself."
"Why didn't you say something earlier? Hang on, I'll detour to the bathrooms".
"Thanks! You are a sweatheart!"
As they arrived at the bathrooms Katie was relieved -- no line -- but now her bladder was protesting in overdrive.
"STOP THE 4-WHEELER! I HAVE TO GO NOW!", yelled Katie... jumping off before they were even in position.
Katie didn't care who saw her, she had her fingering massaging her pussy deeply trying to avoid a further flood. As she was only about 100 feet away from the bathroom door her bladder gave another contraction pushing hot urine past her fingers and running down her legs. Her bikini bottom was now wet around her crotch and clinging to her.
Katie ran in the door and found the first open stall. Without even pulling her biking down she begin wetting into the toilet bowl. Oh the sweet relief!
Katie peed for nearly a minute before getting up, drying herself off as best she could and walking back to John.
"Didn't make it, eh", smiled John slyly.
"Well, mostly", blushed Katie, "most of it got in the toilet bowl".
As Katie got back on the 4-wheeler she thought she saw a bulge in John's swimshorts, but she couldn't be sure.
With that John and Katie rushed back to the scene to help out. |
As i said not mine but i want to post it anyway.
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It was that time again. Time for the Akatsuki's special endurance training. But it wasn't a normal kind of endurance training no, and that's why everyone hated it. This training had to do with inner strength rather than outer strength. Bladder strength to be exact. It's to see how long you can hold your pee. The point of it all is you can't always stop to go when you're on a mission or in the middle of battle. You have to learn to fight through urges. The way this exercise works is everyone has to drink two 16 oz bottles of a special mixture of water and caffeine (like in coffee, so it goes right through you) then try to hold it as long as you can. To make sure nobody cheats they all sit in a circle and in the center is a large bucket. If you can't hold it any longer you have to pee in the bucket in front of everybody. Fortunately for me I don't have to participate. It's for the guys only so Konan and I get to watch which makes it a little more stressful for the guys since the have to pee in front of us too. Everyone hated doing this but I think Deidara dreaded it the most. He feels severely uncomfortable going in front of others. It's not like he can't or hasn't before, he just feels embarrassed about it I guess. So whenever they do this he forces himself to hold it until he shakes from desperation. I feel bad for him but there's nothing I can do about it.
We all waited in Itachi's and my room until it was close to being time. Itachi, Kisame, and Sasori seemed calm and unaffected by the training session coming up. Deidara however was already getting nervous.
"I hate this, un," Deidara whined. "Why do we have to do this?"
"Stop whining Deidara," scolded Sasori. Even though he was mostly puppet, he still had some human parts so even he had to go through with it. "We all hate it. It's just something was all have to do."
"It is kind of dumb," I said. "Of all the training I've went though I never had to do this."
"That's because you're a girl," Kisame said. "You don't have to go through it, lucky."
"She could if she wanted to," said my lover Itachi. "So could Lady Konan. The difference is they have a choice, we don't."
"Unnnnnnn!" groaned Deidara as time crept closer to the event.
When the time finally arrived we all headed to the training room for our bi-annual endurance training session. After we got inside we saw the chairs circling around the bucket with our Leader and his mistress waiting. In a few moments everyone else came and we could get started.
"I'm glad you all could make it," said Leader Pein. "As you all know it's time for our special endurance training that you all love."
"Oh yeah, this is the highlight of my fucking day," Hidan said sarcastically.
"I'm sure," Pein responded. "Anyway, you know everyone, including myself, has to participate. The only exceptions are Konan, Samantha, and Zetsu. I'm sure you know the rules by now but just in case, here's a reminder. Everyone has to drink two bottles of our "special" water. No one is allowed to leave this area. You hold it until you can't anymore in which you then go in the bucket in front of us. You're allowed to talk and do anything you have to to hold it. Please don't pee yourselves; it's more of a mess that way. Now before we start, let's all go to the bathroom so that we all start off empty."
So with that the guys headed over to the bathroom that is in the training room. At least this way they all start off with a clean slate. Konan and I stayed behind and waited for their return. When they were finished they came back and picked a seat. I sat in between Itachi and Deidara. Kisame sat next to Itachi, the Pein, Konan, Tobi, Kakuzu, Hidan, and Sasori was next to Deidara. Pein then handed out the drinks to everyone. Once everyone received two bottles they began to drink. It seemed like an awful lot of water but they consumed it like it was nothing. Now we wait. I looked around at everyone who were either looking at each other or around the room. Things were quiet. Every now and then Tobi would say something that would get someone to yell or glare at him. I looked over at Itachi, his face read of boredom until he noticed me staring at him. I smiled at him to which he grinned back at me. I turned to my other side and looked at Deidara whose face read of anxiety. I smiled at him and he gave me a worried smile back. It was like everyone was waiting for the poison to kick in. Once the special elixir does it seems to go in stages. The first moment it's noticeable but it's easy to ignore. Moments later it starts to become more noticeable and a little uncomfortable. Moments later it becomes more uncomfortable and the urge to pee is really hard to ignore. Once it hits its final stage, you're in total urgency and desperation. And the longer you hold it, the worst it gets. Each guy is affected differently as well. Some takes longer to work than others and some can handle it better than others.
We all waited and talked about nothing for about ten minutes when the guys started to hit stage two of the endurance test. I tried my best to keep Itachi and the other's mind off of it but I noticed some of the others starting to cross their legs. I knew it wouldn't be long before it hit stage three and the four soon to follow. Things really get interesting in the fourth and final stage. That's where the endurance part really has to be strong. All of a sudden, Tobi perked up as if he got hit with something out of nowhere. Unfortunately, it wasn't the others although they do tend to hit him a lot.
"Uh-oh! Tobi needs to pee!" he said as if he was not expecting it. Everyone rolled their eyes.
"We know Tobi," said Lady Konan. "That's the test remember?"
"Oh yeah. Well, Tobi's going to pee now."
"You're supposed to hold it Tobi, that's part of the test," explained Leader.
"Yeah, you're not quitting already are ya?" asked Sasori.
Tobi paused for a moment looking around at everybody. Then he looks down at the bucket and back up at the guys to which he bluntly stated
"Yup!" He then proceeded to the bucket and relived himself. The guys flinched as the sound of Tobi urinating was starting to get to them. Most of them closed their eyes and started to grab themselves. Once Tobi was finished they all breathed a sigh of relief.
"Ah, that's better," Tobi said as he sat back down.
"Yeah, better for you, you little bastard!" yelled Hidan.
"Shut up Hidan," scolded Kakuzu. "Yelling at Tobi isn't going to make you feel better."
"Fuck off you old fool!" snapped Hidan.
"Oh boy," I groaned. "Here they go again."
Another ten minutes went by and the guys were really starting to feel the pressure. By now they were all either crossing their legs, holding their crotch, or squirming around. Deidara was doing all the above. Still however, Tobi was the only one who failed to hold it.
"Not bad boys," said Pein trying to maintain his leadership although it was obvious that he was in considerable discomfort. "Lets see how much longer you can last."
"Unnn," groaned Deidara.
"Gee Deidara, are you going to make it this time?" Hidan teased. "We all know how much you hate wetting in front of others and you're usually the last one standing. We wouldn't want you to have an accident or anything."
Deidara didn't know what to say. He knew Hidan's words were true. He doesn't like urinating in front of everyone (not just the guys but us girls too) and that's why he's usually the last one to give in. Even though he has to do it anyway, he tries to prolong it as much as possible. Deidara clenched his crotch and crossed his legs as tight as he could while trying to think about something else. But the urge to pee was becoming unbearable. Right after Hidan's smart-ass remark, Sasori spoke up and said
"Like you're one to talk. Look at you over there sweating and bouncin' around."
"Yeah, well you're no different. Just because the five of you hang out together doesn't mean you're any tougher," responded Hidan. Itachi, Kisame, and I perked up wondering how we got dragged into this conversation.
"I bet at least one of us can last longer than you," Sasori said.
"We'll see about that!"
"I guess we will."
"Okay, what just happened?" Kisame asked.
"Somehow we got involved in this little bet," Itachi responded.
"Yeah, that's what I though."
I started to grow more and more concerned with the whole situation. I hated to see my friends suffer and what's worse, I can't do anything about it. The only thing I can do is watch.
A few moments went by and the guys were really starting to sweat. Even Itachi, who usually shows very little emotion, was starting to feel increasingly stressed out. He had his arms and legs crossed and his eyes shut as if he was in deep concentration perhaps trying to think of a better place to be. I placed my hand on his leg and he looked over at me. He could tell by looking at my eyes that I was worried about him and the others. He placed his hand on top of mine as if to say 'it'll be okay'. Just then Kakuzu started to stir anxiously.
"That's it, I'm done," he said heading towards the bucket. "I'm too damn old for this shit." Again the guys flinched as Kakuzu began to relieve himself. But this time it was worse since the desperation to pee was even stronger than before. Kakuzu wasn't even finished when Pein stepped up and said
"I'm done as well." The sound of them both peeing made it even tougher for the others. Some wasn't sure if they should move their hands away from their groins and cover their ears. Seeing all this going on almost made me had to go, and I didn't even drink the stuff! When they both finished empting their bladder the ones who were left slowly began to relax a little. So now we are down to Itachi, Kisame, Deidara, Sasori, and Hidan.
It's been about 30 minutes since the test began and the guys were stating to reach their limits. But thanks to their pride, and Hidan's big mouth, they were too stubborn to give in now. Between Itachi, Kisame, and Sasori, one of them was bound to beat Hidan at his own obnoxious game. Deidara on the other hand thought nothing more than to sneak away and use the bathroom in privacy. The chances of him being successful in that however were slim to none. There were too many eyes around to catch him plus he wasn't sure if he'd make it that far without losing control. For now he's going to try and hang in there with the rest of them. Hopefully.
"I'm bored," cried Tobi.
"Are you kidding? We're just getting to the good part," said Kakuzu followed by five pairs of glaring eyes. It didn't faze him though.
"Ooo, Tobi likes good parts," he cheered. "Will there be a happy ending?"
"Maybe," he replied. "Or maybe five unhappy ones."
"Oh shut the fuck up Kakuzu!" yelled Hidan as he was squirming around in his seat. He then suddenly realized that losing his temper almost resulted in lost of bladder control. He quickly regained control and with his teeth clenched said "Isn't this bad enough...without having to hear...your mouth?!"
"I don't know, is it?" Kakuzu asked just to further pee Hidan off. Hidan just growled.
Back on my side of the playing field (otherwise known as the cool side) things were taking a turn for the worst. Deidara and Kisame, I think, were on the verge of wetting themselves. Sometimes it makes me mad what guys do to themselves for a competition.
"Deidara," I whispered. "Why do you push yourself so hard?"
He didn't answer but just looked away like he didn't really have an answer. Or at least one I would consider being a good enough answer. Before anything else could be said Kisame jumped out of his seat.
"Gah, I can't take it anymore!" he cried. "Sorry guys." He then began to relieve himself to which the others, of course, strained even harder to keep control. It only took a minute for Kisame to go, but for them it felt like an eternity. After Kisame finished, Hidan had to gloat.
"Ha! That's one down," he sneered. "I wonder...how much longer it'll be Deidara!"
"You just worry about yourself," said Sasori in Deidara's defense. Sasori can be mean to Deidara sometimes but he still cares for his partner, in his own way. "It's not over yet."
"Well it might as well be," Hidan remarked.
A few minutes after that little spat took place, Sasori had finally reached his limit. Itachi followed not too long after. So it was down to just Deidara and Hidan. Hidan was determined not to be outdone. Deidara just wanted it to be over.
"I'm going to explode, un!" groaned Deidara as his whole body shook.
"I thought you liked explosions Senpai?" asked Tobi.
"Not...this kind...Tobi," Deidara replied. Surprisingly enough Hidan didn't have a smart-ass remark to this. I think he was too busy trying to ignore his bladder and it's much needed urge to pee.
It was finally getting down to the wire. Neither guy was going to last much longer. Although Deidara had our support in beating Hidan, it wasn't going to be enough to help his insides from screaming for relief.
"You can do it Deidara," Sasori said. "Just a little longer. I don't think Hidan can last much longer."
"I...don't think...I can," Deidara cried.
"Sure you can. You've done it before," encouraged Kisame.
"Yeah...but..."Before Deidara could finish he felt a cold shock go down his back. Before he realized what happened he noticed a warm sensation coming upon him. It didn't take him long to realize that the warm feeling he felt inside was involuntarily trying to come out. Deidara started to panic as the warmth of fresh urine started to spurt out and soak though to his hands. He began to shake violently as he quickly tried to regain control.
"Oh-no!". he thought as he clenched his penis to prevent more pee from gushing out. "No, not here! Not now!".
He began to squeeze and tighten his muscles as hard as he could forcing himself to stop. His body as starting to get extremely fatigued from the pressure he was putting upon himself. Deidara knew he was way past his limit and thought maybe it was time to put aside his insecurities and just give in. Before he even had a chance to get up, Hidan was starting to lose it.
"Ugh...ah...hnnn," he groaned. He was still determined to hold it longer than Deidara. Unfortunately for him, his body had other ideas. Unable to endure the pressure any longer his groin muscles gave in and he began to urinate, before he was ready for it. "Ah Shit!"
Everyone turned their attention to Hidan who was uncontrollably peeing himself in his seat. He quickly got up and attempted to go in the bucket.
"Way to go Hidan," Sasori said with a big grin on his face. "You sure showed us."
"Shut up!" Hidan yelled. His face was as red as Sasori's hair.
Deidara quickly got up and started to relive himself in the bucket with Hidan. He couldn't believe he lasted this long but he as glad it was finally over. Deidara let out a big sigh as he was finally able to let it all out. At the moment he didn't care who was there or who was watching. All he cared about as letting his body do what it desperately wanted to do all along. Hidan, who was still going and blushing, glared at Deidara and said
"You may have won this time, but next time I'll destroy you!"
"Whatever," sighed Deidara who was still only caring about peeing.
"I'm glad Deidara was able to beat Hidan," Sasori said.
"I'm just glad it's over," I said. "After all this drama I think I have to pee now."
"Well, there's the bucket," Kisame said. Itachi kind of glared at him.
"Yeah right," I said. "You wish I didn't care that much to go in front of all you guys."
"Yeah, you're right," he replied.
After both Hidan and Deidara were finished the Leader stood up to make an announcement.
"All right everyone," he started. "That concludes this session of endurance training with Deidara as the victor. I guess that's it for today. We'll come back in 6 months and do it all again. And Hidan, try not to pee yourself next time, alright?"
"Grrr," he growled as he stood there in soaked pants. Everyone around started to snicker.
After everything was said and done, the guys and I decided it was time to move on.
"Come on, let's do something else," I said.
"Like what?" Itachi asked.
"I know, lets go back to your room and play video games," suggested Kisame.
"Sounds good to me," I replied.
"I don't know about the rest of your but I'm feeling thirsty," said Sasori. "How about you Deidara?"
"Un!" |
Okay, not my best work here, just trying something a bit different. I'm not sure it really worked out very well, but it contains:
Death
wet pants by mother and daughter 14 years old
No sex, not sexy descriptions
Story told from 14 year old's perspective.
14th Year 3rd Month 27th dayDear Diary,
Things have not been the same since my youngest sister, Emma died. She was the life of the family, the center of attention, and the main reason that my happy little family had stayed together. My name is Charlie by the way, short for Charlotte. I have dark blond with some red in my hair, green emerald eyes, and a very sad story.
So, about three days ago, my sister, Emma, was going to her friend's house for the night, and she only lived like half a block down the road. Emma was so proud of being seven years old, and she insisted that she could ride her bicycle all by herself just that short distance. What did I care? It was late Friday afternoon, and I was in my room preparing for a school social that we sometimes had. It was one of the things that the school did so that students didn't think of school as just a jail house.
Anyway, I digress. You see, I was up in my room looking through my best dresses, trying to find the perfect thing that would follow school rules but would also look attractive so the cute boys would notice me. You know it is when you have a chance to really show off what you have, and if you don't, then you cannot show your face to the school for a week? Well, I had just settled on a blue dress that covered just below my collar bone and in back, came down to my shoulders. It wasn't that revealing. But that's when the dreaded knock at the door came.
I felt a chill even before mom finally opened the door, and I came out of my room to see what was going on. Mom didn't even put on her shoes, but ran straight out the door. I had never known her to run straight out the door before. There was a police officer standing by the door, and of course, I ran out there too, in my bare feet to see what was happening. Do you know what we saw?
Even now, as I recall, a lingering tear burns down the side of my face. I have to write this, and it feels so wrong, to remember it. But I saw the small brown hatchback, rolled on its side, the front end that was on the ground, was smashing my sister's chest, and her bike was thrown up the street nearly a block from the impact.
The side of my sister's head was literally ground into the pavement of the road, her head bleeding badly and something stuck through her chest impaled straight through her back. There she was, dying, still gasping for air, and mom was holding her head the best she could, wanting cradle her, and not able to move the car for fear of what would happen if she did.
I was in my nice blue dress, but no socks, and the ambulance came. I don't even remember what had happened from one point to the next, but next thing I knew, there was a soft warmth in my panties, but I ignored it. Then it started to push a bit more, and it wasn't until I started to feel my bottom getting wet that I realized what I was doing. I closed my legs immediately trying to stop the rest of the urine from escaping. I was scared. My sister was breathing as though life was slipping away. Mom and I rode in the ambulance with her, and I don't know if they even noticed that I was peeing or not.
They rushed her through the emergency doors, while my mother grabbed me and pulled me into her lap, wringing her hands as I sat there, too scared to think of anything but Emma. I didn't tell my mom that I had to pee, and she didn't seem to notice yet that my panties were wet. Maybe the dress was hiding it, I don't know, but I sat there on her lap as she she rubbed my back, and we both started to cry.
The muscles within my body were growing tired as we seemed to be here ages, and after the pangs of holding for so long intensified so that it was nearly impossible to sit still, mommy still didn't realize I need the bathroom. She just help me tighter as I started to wiggle. I think she thought I was just getting scared or something. I don't know.
We looked at each other, the clock, and then at each other, and we cried and he were quiet and we waited as forever passed us by. Then, slowly, I felt a familiar warmth starting to dampen my panties again, but I was so depressed and scared and worried, and even if I wanted up, mom was holding on to me as thought Emma's life depended on it. I couldn't leave her lap without breaking the safe feeling bond of care we had, and I tried to wait.
Slowly the pee started to form a very thin snake-like river filling up my panties and then leaking down first my left leg, then my right. Even as the warmth seemed to spread about my bottom, mommy noticed nothing, and soon I was all wet. But mom still hadn't noticed as she held me and rocked me. Why didn't she even notice that I had peed my pants, I don't know, but we held on to each other until the doctors told us we could go to Emma's room, but by then, there was nothing to do but say goodbye. She was already gone.
Mom's pants were soaked, and then when I realized that my pee and where she was wet at, I realized that she didn't notice because she had done exactly the same thing. How could that be? I didn't question it though. I knew that mommy was nervous and she only wanted to see her Emma, so I knew that she had felt exactly as I did. Nothing was important until we knew what would happen to Emma. These are my new letters to you, Emma. I hope you will understand and we can still talk like sisters though I know you are gone.
Edited September 25, 2011 by Ranpalan
Removed colour tags.
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This is a very long story, so I hope you can get through it all! It's got alot of sexy bits, so I hope you don't get bored reading it! ;)
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The morning came, and the light shone into Ryan's room. How beautiful it looked outside today; the sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and even the flowers and trees looked pretty as well. Ryan didn't know why, but for some reason he seemed to love the nature around him, instead of cars and tv's and video games. But then again, maybe it was just him.
While looking from inside his bed, he suddenly saw the unthinkable thing at his window. A fairy; naked and beautiful from head to toe! Her blonde straight hair reached down to her pink wings, and she actually had purple eyes that glittered like magic. Her breasts was small, like the virgin she was. And her belly button was perfectly cut and sunken in, with a small glimpse outside just to show the viewer. She stopped by and smiled when she saw Ryan looking intently back. But she quickly fluttered off when the footsteps began to come closer to his room.
"It is 8:00; out of bed." His father barks at him.
Ryan lept out of bed; he had to, even if it was a Sunday. He learned to follow everything his father told him to do, or else he knew there would be big consequences.
So after eating his breakfast, his father returned to him again.
"I want you to mow the lawn on the front and backyard."
"Yeah, alright." Ryan says.
"Hey! I won't have any backchat! It is 'yes father'." He quickly yells. "Now go outside!"
Ryan went outside, shaking his head. Alot of times he never knew how to please his father, no matter how hard he tries. He's like a machine or a drill seargeant. And all he knew was work work work, and nothing else but work.
Ryan never knew his mother because she died giving birth to him. But deep down he knew he was like her than his father. He always loved nature, but he could never find a nature-loving girl at his school.
While Ryan was mowing the lawn, he suddenly started feeling some water on top of his hair. He looks up, only to find the same fairy he saw earier that day. It was a blissful sight, because from his position he could easily see her wet vulva, dripping from her urine.
"Ahhaihaha..." She giggles, fluttering around him.
"Uhh... did you pee on me?" Ryan asks, with a bit of a blush.
"Of course I peed on you!" She giggles back. "It means good luck. I wish you all the best."
Soon she flutters forth again, and before Ryan knew what happened, she kissed him on his nose.
"Augi augi." She says in another language. "I'll see you again tomorrow!"
The fairy suddenly flies away again, leaving Ryan bewildered and relaxed. He has a fetish, even though he doesn't realize, because he always loved to see a girl wet herself. Sometimes he even found pleasure in wetting himself, despite his father's detest. He would always try to do it before he had a shower. It was one of the few pleasures he had in life. But now, seeing the fairy again made him want to try to pee himself on the spot.
After the lawn was mowed, Ryan had to do even more work, even though he had school the next day! After it was done, Ryan felt completely exhausted.
"Did I do a good job?" Ryan wearily asks his father.
"No; you were 13 minutes late! Now get to bed!" His father aggressively points.
Ryan makes his way to bed, where he lays in bed with tears streaming down his eyes. His sight began to turn blurry, and nearly fell asleep before noticing the beautiful fairy outside his bedroom. She kisses the window, leaving a little pink mark in the shape of a heart. But her cheerfullness faded away when she saw how sad Ryan was. She sat down, as close as she could get from the outside window seal. And soon, that's all Ryan could remember. He was fast asleep.
"7:00! Time to get up!" The yelling came through his whole room again. "Get up! Now!"
"No... I can't." Ryan lightly sobs. "Please give me some time."
"Denied! Get up now!" His father cruelly yells again.
"Father... please! I'll get..."
"If you do not get up now, your schooling career will cease!" His father harshly interrupts.
Ryan falls silent; his school was his life. Even though he didn't have many friends at school, it was the only break he could get from his father.
"So be it. I am disappointed with your slack behaviour! Now, get up at 8:00, or I will drag you out of bed!" He threatens, before leaving the room.
Ryan couldn't help but cry all over again. He couldn't take all this treatment anymore, even though he was 16 years old. He was still too young to move away from his father, which tormented him more than anything. All he wanted was a calm and peaceful life, and the right girl who was just like him.
Soon he heard a little tapping sound from the window; Ryan turned and saw the fairy once again. He reached over and opened the window slightly, and she flew inside and came up to his face again.
"You don't seem happy. What's wrong?" She asked.
For the first time, he noticed that she wasn't her usual cheerful self, but very worried.
"It's my father; he cancelled my school." He rubs his eyes clear. "I don't know what to do anymore! I think my life is over!"
"No, it can't be." She kneals down on his cheek. "Please don't take your life! I'll never stop crying!"
Ryan lightly touches her transparent wings, noticing how beautiful she was. "But what can I do?"
"You could come with me," She stands up. "And become a fairy."
Ryan squints a bit. "Is that even possible? I'm not sure..."
"Yes of course it is!" She smiles for the first time. "But only if you want."
Ryan rose up while the fairy fluttered over to the window seal again. It was a very nice offer, but could Ryan even do it? Still, he always knew he was close to nature, and this would be an excellent way to run away from his father's tyranny. And besides, it almost felt like he was in love with the fairy. She was beautiful, kind, didn't mind peeing on him, and she even cared alot for him as well. It felt like she was natures gift.
"Yeah okay, I'm ready." Ryan smiles in return. "But before we go, I'm just curious. What's your name?"
She stood in front of him, so there eyes could meet. "Glarial."
They left early before his father could see, and they ran as far away as they could. They cleared nearly 1 mile before they entered into the forest. Inside was lush and quiet, just what Ryan needed. He couldn't help but thinking of Glarial; how he could have sex with her as a fairy. Now he knew he was in love with her.
"Isn't it peaceful here?" Ryan said to her.
"Yes, it's so nice. I never get tired of it." Glarial replies.
After awhile of walking in the forest, they finally stop by a small stream.
"Okay, it seems safe here." Glarial says. "Okay, first you have to take your clothes off."
"Take my clothes off?!" Ryan awkwardly says. "Why?"
"It's part of becomming a fairy." Glarial smiles at his awkwardness. "Don't worry, there's nothing wrong with being naked."
"Yes but... ehh, I don't know..."
"Aww, don't worry it's all normal." Glarial sweetly reassures. "Besides, I'm naked as well aren't I?"
Ryan couldn't miss how beautiful her body was. It's a meaning of nature; beauty in an unaltered form. Maybe that's what he will become as well. So, Ryan proceeds to take off his jumper and t-shirt as well as his shoes and pants. He was a bit hesitant with his underwear, but finally removed them off; revealing his penis which was errect from all the beauty.
"Wow... you have a beautiful body." Glarial lightly remarks.
"Your body is beautiful too." Ryan returns.
She smiles, and flutters close to his face. "It's a meaning of nature, and becoming a fairy." She smoothly says.
She rests her body on the top of his nose, where he notices the beauty of her nipples, and feels the tingle of her vulva on his nose. Soon he begins to feel a jet flow out from between her legs, and the lovely smell of urine and flowers tenderly hit his sense of smell. He brushes her hair and lighly touches her breasts, before wetting himself on the spot too.
They continued further into the forest, and Ryan couldn't help but feel closer to nature. It was a natural instinct, which felt as close as eating or sleeping. Soon Ryan wasn't even worried about being naked anymore. It was as natural as the air he breathed.
Soon they arrived at a small river, which had its own waterfall flowing clean water into it.
"Now, there's another thing you need to do." Glarial tells him. "You have to go into the water and dive in. Just dive in, that's all. And once it's done just return to me."
"Okay." Ryan makes his way in.
The water was cold, but still felt nice against his naked and exposed body. The water only came up to his hips as well. So Ryan bent down and dived cleanly into the water. When he arose, Glarial looked back with a gleeful eye.
"Oh it's great! How do you feel?" She calls with joy.
"Just normal, i..." he quickly stops in his sentance.
Something's going on; his voice has all changed! He feels around his body, and notices that his breasts have grown bigger. His penis is gone too, and further below is a large slit, which is supposed to be a new vagina. He's not a boy anymore! He just turned into a girl!
"Oh my goodness!" Ryan screams. "What happened?"
"It's part of becomming a fairy." Glarial tilts her head delicately. "You're now a girl."
"Bu... but... why couldn't I stay a boy??" Ryan gasps.
Glarial slightly frowns. "Because there are no fairies that look like boys."
Ryan slaps her forhead in shock of realization. She didn't know how to take things which changed into her new future.
"Oh, and I think you'd need a new name now." Glarial smiles. "What will it be?"
"Uh... umm..." Ryan stutters in shock, before noticing the wings on Glarial's back. "Just call me Violet."
After awhile, Violet (formerly Ryan) got over her inital shock and accepted who she was now. But one thing still stuck in the back of her mind; how could she love Glarial now that she's a girl? Maybe all fairies were lesbians, which is a natural part of reproduction? Violet didn't know. But she knew she had to ask Glarial about it later, because she knew that deep down she loved her as well.
Glarial flew close to her lounging body. "Okay, there's one more step left. Are you ready?"
"Yeah, I guess." Violet says, before noticing how dark the day was. "Hey, isn't it a bit too dark for it? Maybe we should wait until tomorrow."
"No it's okay; it's all part of the process." Glarial smiles.
Violet sits up. "Okay. What do I do?"
Glarial flutters close to her face again. "Just lay back, relax, and think about becomming one with nature."
So Violet obediantly lays down on her back with her eyes closed. All she could hear was the chimes of Glarial's wings, before she felt her land below her neck.
"Don't worry about what's going to happen. It's all natural." Glarial reassures.
"Alright." Violet agrees.
Soon she feels Glarial walk down her body; inbetween her breasts and past them until she reaches her belly button. She feels Glarial kneel down and gently reach down into it. Then Violet felt something placed into her belly button, before Glarial takes off. She lands again on the tip of her foot, and slowly walks up her leg until she reaches her hip. To Violet's surprise, she touches the tip of her slit where her vulva is, and gently massages it with both hands. She flutters down inbetween her legs and continues to delicately massage her skin, giving her a bit of pleasure. Soon she opens it wide and starts massaging the entrance to her vagina. Glarial continues massaging for a full 5 minutes. The pleasure was so great, that Violet feels a build-up of pleasure (or something) deep within her body. Then before she knows it, she accidently released her pee right onto Glarial by mistake!
"Oh sorry! I didn't mean to!" Violet quicly tries to reasure.
But Glarial only giggles in joy as she continues massaging her hole.
"Don't be. It's a loving act that nature gave us." Glarial giggles back. "It means you wish me luck, so thankyou." She tenderly says.
Violet was happy that at least she gave something kind back to Glarial, just to show how thankful she was. Now peeing did feel awkward now, but soon it won't feel anything less than a natural and beautiful act.
Soon, Glarial squeezed herself into Violet's vagina, but she didn't care. Nor did the other. It was all part of turning into a fairy; a journey to becomming one with nature. Soon Violet felt her lower body pulse, and a wave of pleasure sweep throughout her body. But she knew Glarial was okay; safe in her vagina. Now she fell asleep.
Violet woke up the next day, and everything seemed to have grown biger. But it wasn't that everything has gotten bigger; she has grown smaller! Violet was now the same size as Glarial! She quickly checks her shoulder blades, and found two beautiful wings behind her back! She did it! Violet is now a fairy!
"Glarial! look; I'm a fairy!" Violet joyfully calls out.
Glarial flutters back, with a joyful smile on her face. "Congratulations! I knew you could do it!" She smiles. "I hope you didn't mind, but I had to plant a seed into your vagina to help you transform."
Violet waves her hand. "Oh, it doesn't matter. It actually felt good. Everything is all clear now. But I've still got 1 question left." Violet brings out. "Are we... close friends?"
Glarial looks confusde. "Close friends? What do you mean?"
"Umm like..." Violet didn't know how else to bring it out. "Will we ever have sex together?"
Glarial looks even more confused. "Sex? What's that?"
Now Violet was getting a bit confused. "You don't know? Umm... how do you reproduce? How... where do more fairies come from?"
"Well, the only way we can have more of our kind is to invite a human to become a fairy."
Violet slaps her cheek. "You're kidding!"
"No; unfortunately that's the only way we can now, since the curse was placed on us." Glarial laments, close to crying.
"Oh, nevermind. You can tell me another time." Violet places her hands on her shoulders. "But I have to admit something: I love you, ever since I first saw you. Do you think there's... some way we could be close friends?"
"Umm, we're already friends!" Glacial smiles.
Now real the truth has finally sunk in. They're only best friends, but not in a relationship! Violet couldn't help but feel broken hearted, but Glarial came closer toward her.
"Don't worry; you'll always be my best friend." Glacial says.
She draws her closer until their breasts press together, their belly buttons touch, and they kiss on the lips - for the first time.
Violet soon became accustomed to her new life, as a naked fairy who joyfully loved nature. One day, she flew back to her original home; where her old farther used to annoy her. He didn't seem to care that Violet was gone, he just got back to his normal militaristic life. From above the house, Violet could see him working on the car, rubbing some wax on its body. So Violet flew down until she was above his head. She closed her legs tight, looked up to the sky, and allowed the pee to naturally flow out of her body. It sprinkled out of her vulva and trickled down her beautiful legs, before dripping down her toes.
"What the...?" Her father looks up. "Oi! Get away from me."
He tries to swipe her away, but he's way too slow! She flutters past his slow swipes, and down to his face.
"Don't worry, I've just gave you some luck." Violet laughs. "Sal sal, my friend. Goodbye."
Violet smiles and flew back into the open sky. Soon, she started soaring back to her new home, with only one thought in her mind.
"He will be ok, now that I gave him some luck." She says with a smirk. "Some... bad luck, that is!" |
Hello all. I have finally finished my first fantasy story. I ask you the same things as I did for the article I posted in the real stories section. Please leave comments as to how you liked/disliked the story and why. I actually have fun doing this. Surprisingly. I have always hated writing, but I guess when you write about something you like it is easier. If you want more please say so and I will try my best to deliver.
Come on come on. Samantha thought to herself.
Here she was again, outside the apartment bathroom with a morning bladder full to bursting. Inside of course was her roommate Ashley.
“Ashley! Open the door damn it. You can primp yourself later it’s an emergency.”
“Hold on.”Ashley said.
~Geeze, that girl can’t hold it more than 5 minutes before she is wetting all over herself.~ Ashley thought.
~Dam her, dam her~ Samantha thought to herself again.
Ashley did this every morning. Sam tried to wake up before Ashley but sometimes she timed it wrong. What did she do to get stuck with a roommate like her? The pretty girl and the average girl, Sam knew what everyone thought of her and Ashley. Sam herself was not ugly and she knew that, but compared to Ashley, sigh. Sam was slightly chunky with no tits and would be as pale as a ghost, luckily over the last two weeks she had browned up a bit. She had only a few qualities that redeemed her, her ass, which not just big but round, the eyes of Poseidon himself, blue as the deepest sea, flaming red hair and freckles (if your into that sort of thing.) and probably the nicest personality you could find in a women. Then there was Ashley.
Ashley prided herself on her looks. She was 5’6” with long brown hair and forest green eyes; a tan that ran from her head to her toes. More than once, Sam had caught Ashley on the balcony in all her glory. Sam didn’t like to admit it to herself but sometimes she caught herself staring for longer than was necessary. But who wouldn’t? Perfect tits, 36C’s that even without a bra stood at perky attention. More than one guy had run into some object ogling at Ashley’s twins. Of course Ashley loved it all. That was why everything she owned was either tight or short. She preferred tight but short got her all the looks she wanted. Bending over in a pair of tight jean shorts made her feel like Jessica Simpson; her ass squishing against the fabric that was barely able to contain the supple curves beneath.
“OH my god, oh my god” Samantha exclaimed as the first jet shot out of her.
Looking down she saw a pretty good sized damp spot on her pajama pants. She knew that was not nearly the end of the torrent building inside her.
“Ashley! Seriously, open this fucking door. I will not let you make me pee myself again. “
Just saying it reminded Samantha of the time Ashley had pretty much made her pee herself in front of most of their friends. It was about a year ago, they had just gotten back from a trip into the woods. Samantha’s salvation, the 7/11 was right up ahead when she heard Ashley say
“Watch this” to some of her friends. She then proceeded to grab Sam and tickle her. Well for Samantha that was the end a loud hiss sounded and her shorts when from bright red to dark red as she her bladder let go. A bunch of people saw and laughed.
~Why would Ashley do that? It was such a mean thing to do.~ Sam thought.
Sam would never do that to her. Sam didn’t have time to think anymore on it, she had more pressing issues.
Luckily for her, right then the door opened and Ashley stepped out.
“You can go now”
Sam pushed Ashley out of the way dropped her pajama pants and let go.
~Oh sweet relief.~ Sam thought to herself.
“Eww, shut the door you pig” Ashley said and slammed the bathroom door shut.
As Samantha sat there, something snapped and she knew this was the last straw, that bitch was going down. She finished her pee and cleaned herself up. She had all day to formulate a plan and it was going to be a good one; one way or another Ashley was going to pee her pants.
Samantha only had two problems to deal with, one, she couldn’t make herself embarrass Ashley in public and two Ashley had the bladder of an ox. Samantha couldn’t even remember ever seeing Ashley desperate for the bathroom before. After some thinking though, she knew what she was going to do.
That evening they had some friends over for dinner. Samantha began phase one of her plan.
“Oh my god I’m so sorry.” Samantha said as she spilt Ashley’s drink.
“Ahhh, clumsy. Watch what you are doing.” Ashley said
“I’m so sorry. Here take my drink.”
Ashley ripped the drink out of Samantha’s hand and took a big gulp.
~Perfect.~ Samantha thought.
Phase one was complete. What Ashley didn’t know was that Samantha had laced the drink with a powerful Diuretic. In fact she had doubled the dose; it paid to have a nurse for a mother, Sam knew that it would not hurt Ashley, only make her have to pee like never before. The party continued on into the early morning; loud music and more drinking. Lots more drinking. At about 3:30 Ashley and Samantha said goodbye to their friends and got ready for bed.
Samantha watched as Ashley walked out of the bathroom. It didn’t matter that Ashley had just peed, the Diuretic had not even begun to kick in yet and Samantha already had plans as to how to get Ashley ready for her morning pee.
“6:30AM, Perfect.” Said Samantha.
Samantha was all ready to begin phase two of her plan. Sneaking into Ashley’s room was a breeze. When Ashley drank she slept like the dead. Actually, Ashley slept like the dead every day, even more so when she drank. Samantha was going to finish this right here, right now. She had a bowel of warm water all ready to make Ashley pee herself good.
Slowly, Samantha dunked Ashley’s hand into the water. She pulled back the covers to expose Ashley’s crotch.
~She didn’t even change her pants? I don’t think I could have slept in such a tight pair of jeans. But whatever floats her boat, besides now I can see her wet spot.~ Samantha thought.
Samantha decided to have a look at Ashley’s stomach and see if that diuretic was doing its job. She slowly lifted up Ashley’s shirt and looked. Sure enough there was a nice bulge in her stomach. At this point Samantha also noticed something else that had little to do with her current job here.
~She’s not wearing a bra! Are those her? Her nipples, Oh my god, her nipples are amazing. Maybe I could just take a peek.~ Samantha thought.
“Holy shit what am I thinking.” Samantha exclaimed, a little louder than she wanted to.
Quickly she pushed those thoughts out of her mind and put the shirt back down.
After waiting about 20 min with no results, Samantha was getting pretty annoyed. She had warmed the water two times and still Ashley had yet to pee. Then she saw them, and a really devious plan began forming in her mind. But how far did she want to take this? Would Ashley be really pissed? Would she get in trouble? She decided the payoff was better than the consequences.
Attached to Ashley’s bed were handcuffs she liked to use on some of the more…Kinky men. As stealthily as she could, she took Ashley’s hands and bound them in the cuffs.
“My god that girl is either the deepest sleeper or she drank more than I thought.” Samantha said.
It was now or never. If she was going to have revenge it was going to be this day. Samantha took a deep breath and clicked on Ashley’s bedside alarm/radio.
Ashley noticed two things as she woke up to her stupid alarm. One, her hands were restrained for some reason and two, she had to really fucking pee! Suddenly the alarm stopped and she heard Samantha’s voice.
“Well good morning sleepy head.”
“Why the fuck, am I handcuffed to my own bed?” Ashley exclaimed.
“Just a little fun I have planned for you” Replied Samantha.
“Oh shit, your going to kill me aren’t you?” Screamed Ashley.
“NO, no, no” Samantha blurted quickly.
“Well than let me go I have to pee.”
“Nope. You’re not going anywhere until you beg me to let you go.” Samantha said with a sneer.
“Common Samantha this is not funny. Let me go. I don’t want to pee my bed.”
“So you do have to pee then? Let’s just see if you can hold it a little longer shall we.”
With that Samantha grabbed a feather she had gotten and began tickling Ashley’s feet. Ashley thrashed laughing and squirming on the bed. Ashley’s shirt road up and Samantha caught herself ogling Ashley’s tits again. Suddenly Samantha felt a kind of warmth, one that was normally reserved for guys only. She was enjoying this. Not only was this revenge but she was deriving a sick pleasure from it; and she liked it.
“Still have to pee my little prisoner?” Samantha cooed.
“YES! Please let me go pee.” Ashley begged.
Ashley could feel that she was not going to be able to hold on much longer. She hoped it was not visible but she had already let a little squirt out into her jeans.
Meanwhile Samantha slowly slid her hand up Ashley’s leg, Samantha took the time to apply a little more pressure on that bump in Ashley’s stomach before she grabbed a huge handful of Ashley’s tit.
“What are you doing?! Let go of me.”
Samantha quickly complied.
“WHO TOLD YOU?!” Ashley exclaimed.
~What?~ Samantha thought.
That was not the question she was expecting.
“Who told me what?”
Ashley looked like she was almost crying.
“Who told you that I was a lesbian?”
Ashley was a lesbian? This was news to Samantha. She had lived with the girl for 6 months and never would have guessed. But she knew where to go from here.
In the blink of an eye Samantha jumped on top of Ashley. Pulling up Ashley’s shirt she kissed licked and sucked both her breast. Then she went in and kissed Ashley full on the lips. Pushing forward, Samantha’s hips fell full on Ashley’s bladder.
“Oh my god I’m peeing.” Said Ashley.
Samantha jumped off and watched as a little wet patch formed then proceeded to get bigger and bigger. Ashley moaned with…Was that pleasure? Samantha watched as the dark spot spread slowly down Ashley’s pant leg and a puddle began forming under her cute butt. The volume of pee was just huge. Samantha also noticed that Ashley’s stomach was quite a bit smaller than before. After about 30 seconds the stream turned to a trickle and finally ceased. Surveying the damages it was incredible. The jeans were soaked from top to bottom. Ashley turned to the side giving Samantha a great look at her wet ass. A little bit still dribbled off and onto the bed.
Slowly Samantha unlocked both of the cuffs, looked away and readied herself to be beaten senseless. She felt a tap on her shoulder and turned around. Instead of a fist however she felt something soft. Ashley was kissing her. With Ashley still in her wet jeans Samantha reached around and grabbed her butt feeling the warm wetness still there.
“Where do we go from here?” Asked Samantha.
“I don’t know. But next time we do this, it is in your bed.” Ashley said with a wink.
“Only if we do it together.” Samantha said.
“Deal. Now can we please clean my bed up?” |
Senior Skip Day
By DewLeaf
Warning: This story contains non-sexual but possibly offensive material.
1. Girls holding themselves and needing to pee
2. Girls peeing in their pants or panties
3. Description of girl’s peeing their pants and changing their clothes
4. One girl pooping her pants in Chapter Seven
5. Every chapter has at least one desperate girl!
Chapter One: The Traffic Jam
A large crowd of students, forty-five seniors and twelve juniors were outside the school on this frigid October morning with yellow and yellow-orange leaves littering the ground and the sun just peaking over the horizon of a hill. The colors were beautiful, but most of the students were too busy shaking, wiggling, and dancing in place to get warm.
“Seniors, please come in closer,” a middle aged man with a scalp between the two patches of rusty-brown hair a top his head spoke through a bull-horn while Mrs. Evans gathered the junior choir group in another place.
“As you know,” Mr. Strictland started to tell the seniors. “Senior Hooky day was almost canceled period.”
The students went wild booing and saying rude comments about that. They thought it was every senior’s right to miss one day of school and relax at home, but for some reason, the district disagreed with them.
“I want you students to know that not only myself, but the choir teacher, and many other teachers at this school fought for your desires, and we were able to get the district to come up with this compromise,” he went on once the students started to calm again. “We are having a senior skip day,and as such, you really don’t have to do anything but attend the junior’s choir competition. As far as the district is concerned, this is senior culture day, so there are still some school rules that must be followed, and you still have to be here, but at least you don’t have to be in classes.”
Robyn, a girl with brown-red hair that flowed down to past her shoulders joined in most of the other seniors in sighing. It was a compromise, but it was still not really playing hooky. She had on a top that didn’t cover the back of her shoulders at all, and her breast was just covered enough that it was borderline decent for a school function. Her stomach would be seen if she raised her arms high over her head as the top didn’t quite come down to her belt like, and her skirt only came to mid-thigh so that when sitting, if she didn’t close her legs, her pink and gray striped panties could be seen under the skirt.
“That’s very bold of you to wear on a school trip,” Lillie surprised Robyn appearing at her side so silent a ninja couldn’t have done it better. Lillie had bright red hair, green glistening eyes, and a beautifully blemish free face. She wore a short sleeved button down the front top that was a deep red-violet, and a pair of faded jeans. Secretly, she wanted to wear what Robyn had on, but she didn’t think the school would let her go on the trip like that.
“Hey,” Robyn commented in a low voice to her friend. “Look, they took our hooky day and made it some stupid school trip thingy, so they can just like what I choose to wear because it’s what I was going to wear on skip day. It’s their fault they wanted to make skip day a trip.”
Lillie smiled at Robyn. She could be bold like Robyn when she wanted to be, but sometimes, Robyn just really pushed the line, and Lillie had a feeling that pushing too far would not be a good idea.
“Ladies, pay attention,”Mr. Strictland yelled at the girls. “I’m trying to tell you what is expected of you on this trip.”
Robyn was shivering because looking fashionable had its price, but she also was doing it just to make a statement and to see if she would be challenged. So far, Mr. Strictland had either not seen it, or he wasn’t paying attention. He said nothing.
Heidi was not too far from Robyn and Lillie. She had brown hair that was twisted into braids on each side of her head, a few strands of hair purposely placed out of the braids, two on the left side of her face and one on the right to off center her looks and make her freckled face look a bit cuter. Her eyes were brown.
Blue-purple corduroy pants and a yellow frilly top covered her smaller than average body. Heidi almost looked like a junior high school or even an elementary school student next to her peers. That never bothered her though. She was very smart, and she always challenged her peers with both intelligent studies and with her speed.
Sabrina, standing next to Heidi, dwarfed her with her yellow-blond hair hanging down her face in curly tangles as though she didn’t care. Her blue eyes were deep and seemed trusting of most that she met. Sabrina was a kind hearted girl that had a few secrets and some bruises that she hid from the rest of the world. Despite all that hurt, she found a way to make friends at East High School.
She always wore long sleeve shirts with jeans, and no one can remember once seeing her back or her stomach. It could have been that she was just a very decent girl, but Sabrina knew better. Now, below her dark blue button down, and beneath her white t-shirt, she hid on her back, last night’s events with her father. He had come home very upset indeed.
“When we break for lunch and dinner, you will be responsible for staying with your groups, and no one will be in a group with less than four members,” Mr. Strictland was going on with the seniors. “You will also be responsible for two or three juniors in each group.”
“What if the juniors don’twant to follow us?” one of the boys, one with red hair, a blemish free face,and dreamy brown eyes asked the man in charge.
“You will keep your group together regardless,” Mr. Strictland glared at the boy. “…or you will face detention. Every member in your group will face detention if I see you out of your group.”
The boy in a muscle shirt that was worn over a sweat shirt so he wouldn’t be forced to take it off, and in faded jeans, sighed. The trip was becoming more and more bothersome. He wondered why he didn’t just go to classes.
Heidi glanced at this boy,a small smile coming to her lips and a slight blush of color deepened around her cheeks. He was a nice looking guy,and she thought he was a nice person on top of it. He certainly had never started any fights that she was aware of, but he was strong enough to be the class bully if he cared to be.
“Now, we’ll let you seniors decide who the seniors will be in your groups, but once you are together, then we’ll put two or three seniors in with the groups we think can be responsible.”
Rick rolled his eyes.
Rick, Carl, Sabrina, and Heidi all found themselves clustering together. Heidi was glad that Rick didn’t object when she stood a bit closer to him so that Mr. Strictland thought they had chosen, but she didn’t address the boys because she was afraid of seeming too bold. Carl looked the two girls over once, and then smiled. He had no problem with it at all.
Carl had short light brown hair, blue eyes, and dressed like he was in a business class or something. He always wore nice shirts and khakis because someone had told him once that people judge you by what you wear, and he decided that faded jeans was not the impression he wanted to make on people.
Robyn, Lillie, Lizzie,and Christina were clustered together so that they were counted as a group. It didn’t seem to take long for the seniors to decide who to stand with, but they were not at all certain about the juniors that would be placed with them.
All of the seniors had the same feeling that they didn’t want the juniors to look up at them, or to babysit them, but they had to resolved themselves to doing what Mr. Strictland said because everyone knew that he was a hard-ass jerk, and he’d give you detention just for asking why.
Heidi looked up at Rick who was talking to Carl, but as she did, a small soft smile started to creep across his face. Maybe he liked her? She didn’t know, but now they were in the same group, maybe she would find out. She certainly had a smile herself, and her thoughts were elated as she noticed that he didn’t seem revolted by her being near him.
Finally, the groups of students were being led aboard the bus, their overnight suitcases loaded by the bus driver and the teachers under the bus. Robyn and Lillie sighed as they took a seat near the back of the bus which had nice reclining seats, a table tray that folded down from the seat in front of it, and a personal reading light.
The only thing the luxury bus didn’t have; was a bathroom, but they were not going that far. The teachers figured that the students would go to the bathroom when they stopped for lunch or use the one at the music hall. The students were not really thinking about the lack of such a place, well, all but one, was not thinking about it.
Robyn noticed that the one girl that most of the seniors always avoided was sitting across from her aisle alone. She was obviously with a group, but no one in her group wanted to sit with her. She had dark brown nearly black hair, dark eyes, and a rosy face, but she seemed rather scary.
Laura was quiet and kept to herself almost all the time. She read a good deal of the time. Now, she wore a lavender top and blue jeans held up with a laced brown belt that looked as though it had been braided together. Her hair fell down the sides of her face and even over her eyes. She rarely smiled, and the make upon her face was gothic or mysterious. She sometimes used black lipstick, but at the moment, she had elected not to wear any at all.
The bus seemed to squeak and shush under the weight of the students as though it thought that carrying nearly seventy noisy high school kids was a difficult chore. The wheels rolled slowly as it started to windup for the long haul, and early morning seemed to be advancing slowly towards the time that students normally came to school as it pulled out of the school drive.
Robyn sighed a deep satisfied breath of air as she thought about the dayahead of her. For once, she wouldn’thave to worry about the math teacher calling on her when she didn’t know ananswer, or the English teacher giving her some ridiculous assignment that shedidn’t really understand the purpose for.
Lillie also smiled as shethought about escaping the quiz in social studies for which she didn’t studyvery well for, and also about not having to eat the school lunch because shedidn’t have her own car to get off of campus. It was going to be a nice change even if theydid have Mr. Strictland coming along with them.
“You really should haveworn something you wanted,” Robyn whispered to Lillie as the bus trucked up theroad approaching the interstate. “Thisis the only day that we really get to do what we want, and they really couldn’tsend you home just for wearing what you want,” she reasoned with her friend.
“I’m surprised,” Lillieshook her head. “I thought for sure thatMr. Strictland would have sent you home.”
“If he had, I’d stillhave senior skip day, even if they decided to mark it against my records,”Robyn said with confidence. “After all,if they sent me home, I’m sure I could make a stand that they had, and so itwasn’t my fault I couldn’t come along for the school planned senior cultureday.”
“You are so bad,” Lilliesmiled at her. “I would never chancethat with my parents, though. You knowhow they check on everything!”
“Yeah, I guess,” Robynlooked out the window at the clouds above the bus. They were very light and puffy withinteresting designs that make them look as though there were unnatural thingsin the sky. It was Robyn’s favoritedaydreaming activity, to watch the clouds.
Heidi and Sabrina weregiggling while the boys behind them were talking about sports. Laura was reading her book, and the teacherswere carefully watching the students that no one broke any rules like standingwhile the bus was in motion.
“Do you remember how farthey said the music hall was?” Robyn asked Lillie after about thirty minutes ofdriving.
“I believe they said itwas two and a half hours to get to the same town. We are supposed to have some time to shop andlook around before we have to go to lunch, and then to the music hall, if Iremember what Mr. Strictland said correctly.”
“Two and a half hours. I hate sitting in a car or bus that long.”
“I know, me too.”
It wasn’t long after theyhad been complaining about sitting on the bus for so long though, that the busstarted to slow down almost so sharply that the students could hear the engineslowing and the shushing sounds of the air brakes as the bus rocked to a stop.
“We can’t be there yet,”Lillie looked down the aisle to see if the teachers were as concerned as shewas. Robyn was busy looking up at thesky, and no one really knew what was going on for a few moments, until a boycalled out.
“I can’t believe it!” hecalled as he looked out his window. “There’sa traffic jam on the freeway!”
Curious students startedlooking out the windows trying to figure out what was going on, and Mr. Strictlandhad stood and walked up to the front to talk to the bus driver. He was a teacher, so he could get away with it,and that made a few students anxious to do the same, though they knew that hewould give them detention if they did.
A girl that was sittingacross from Mr. Strictland, one of the juniors, bent over towards him afternearly fifteen minutes of the bus seemingly being parked on the freeway, and shesaid something to him, but he shook his head, and the girl sat back in her seatlooking a bit dejected.
"Lookslike we might be here a while," Robyn shrugged. She looked around to seethe other students also wondering what was going on.
Mr. Strictland unbuckled his belt and walked to the front of the bus to findout something from the driver as the students whispered and murmured to oneanother about the bad luck. The worst of it, was that the juniors andsophomores that were on the bus had been practicing for this even for a coupleof months, and their worries reached the senior ears very quickly.
Robyn sighed. "I really wished they had let us do what we wanted for seniorskip day. This is just plain horse...," she looked around wondering if shewould get in trouble for saying the word, and decided not to say it. Instead,she breathed a heavy sigh and watched Mr. Strictland walk back to near themiddle of the bus where he addressed the students.
"Don't worry, we always leave in plenty of time in case of such things, sowe do have some time to play around with if this takes a while. Just relax andtalk among your friends, and I'm sure the bus will start to move again soon."He then sat down with a heavy sigh.
Lillie shifted a bit to get comfortable, and Robyn took another deep breath asshe thought about what to say or do about the situation. All of the studentsseemed to look a bit worried despite Mr. STrictland's words.
Time seemed to be laughing at the students as they sat there murmuringwondering when the bus was going to start moving again. Lillie and Robyn triedto pretend nothing was wrong, Lillie sitting so straight and somber and Robynswaying casually.
The choir students looked at each other, and a couple of them started to gettears in their eyes,but so sounds escaped them. They just sat there fidgetingwondering when the hell the bus was going to get started again. It wasridiculous that they were stuck in the middle of a turtle-neck so far from evena town. What could be the hold up anyway?
Robyn started to feel the first little pangs of her bladder telling her thatshe would need to find a bathroom soon. As soon as she felt it,she lookedaround to the people in the seats closest to her wondering if any of them alsoneeded to go. It had been nearly three hours since starting out on the trip.Surely she wasn’t the only one.
One girl with dark almost black, but not quite as you could see the red-brownof it come out when the sun shined on her head, hair sitting up and looking asthough nothing at all was wrong. That girl was probably the least likely toneed to go as she was known for waiting hours and not using the facilities.Sometimes, Robyn even wondered where she stored the extra urine, but now wasthe time to contemplate Laura’s ability. It was more urgent that she shouldthink of her own.
Robyn nervously slipped out of her seat and stood, almost stooped over in caseshe wasn’t supposed to be out of her seat, and she called to the teacher.
“Mr. Strictland?” she muttered her voice shaking with nervous. “Excuse me, butcan we stop soon for a quick break?”
“I told you to bring all the snacks and things you’d need as we wouldn’t beable to stop until we got to where we are going,” he looked at Robyn in theeye.
“Well, I did, but it’s not that. I think some of us need to use the bathroom,”she hung her head waiting for him to agree that three hours was a long stretchof time without a break.
“Well, I suppose I can ask the driver to pull to the side of the road as soonas he has space.”
“What?”
“You heard. I’ll have the driver pull to the side and those that want to gocan.”
Robyn sighed. He really couldn’t expect the girls to do that, like that, couldhe? Wasn’t that against student rights or something to do with health orsomething? She could report him, but she really didn’t have to go that badlyyet. She sat back down glaring at him, and so did a few other students whocouldn’t imagine him making them do that when he had been so strict about whatthey were to the classroom.
Eventually, though,the traffic did crawl enough that the bus pulled over to theshoulder, and the teacher led the boys off of the bus first.
“Why do boys get to go first?” One of the girls complained.
“Because the boys don’t take as long,” Mr. Strictland said simply, and eventhough there were three women teachers, they agreed with him. So all the boysstood up and started to filter off of the bus while the girls rocked andpondered whether they could wait or not, or if they should just go now they hada chance.
A blond headed boy had a bit of a damp stop on his jeans when he boarded thebus again, so it was obvious that some of the students were getting desperate.He was the only boy though, and the girls were still talking it over as Mr.Strictland brought up the rear of boys to board the bus.
“Now, the boys will please all sit on the left side of the bus,” there was apause. “NOW!” he barked.
There was movement as the boys started changing positions with some of thegirls. Obviously, with the bus pulled to the right shoulder, the reason for themoving of the boys was so the girls would have a little more privacy from theirpeers.
That made a couple of girls in the back confident enough to volunteer to getoff of the bus first,and then a few more followed.
“Is that all?” Mr.Strictland asked. “This is the only stop we are making untilwe get to town, so think about it for a minute if you must,but this is yourchance to go.”
One girl, the one with dark hair just sat there smiling as though she wasn’tbothered at all. Robyn sat there squeezing her legs, not because it was urgent,but that threat that she might not have another chance,and of the impendingbuilding that would surely happen.
Lillie sighed and pushed past Robyn to get off of the bus. Robyn just sat therethough, her head down. She didn’t think it was right to go there,and she didn’twant anyone else watching her even if her peers were not allowed. There wasstill the other traffic.
In the end, only a handful of girls decided not to get off including Robynbecause given the choice of wetting herself or taking the chance that someonemight see, the girls just decided to build human walls around the squattinggirls, so that even if someone did approach them, it would be hard to tell whatthey were doing.
Robyn still didn’t like that idea, however, and a few others girls, it seemedagreed with her and stayed plastered to their seats until the rest of the girlsboarded and the bus doors were closed.Fifteen minutes after the girls had finished getting in their seats, thebus was able to get back out into the traffic which was now starting to moveahead at about five miles an hour.
By ten, the bus was moving at a speed that the students showed theirappreciation for by clapping and calling out “yay!”
Robyn and Lillie were now talking again about senior skip day, and the generalconsensus around the bus was that the seniors thought the school had horribleplanning.
“You know, we would have had a lot more fun if they had just taken the seniorsall to the nearby water park or even the zoo,” Lillie gave her own input.
“Yeah, it’s stupid that the school should control where we go at all. It is, bydefinition, ‘hooky day!’ Don’t they even know what hooky means?” Robyn sighed.She could feel her stomach starting to throb, but she just adjusted herposition and tried to pretend nothing was wrong.
Laura was sitting as though nothing was wrong with her at all. Currently,Lillieand Robyn noticed, she was comfortably reading a book and had a half-daydreamexpression on her face. It was like she was a tank or something under herjeans.
There were a total of six girls who had not gotten off of the bus at that time,and all of them were somewhat uncomfortable sitting there trying to pretendnothing was wrong, but Lillie could tell that they were uncomfortable becausethey kept changing positions. They were all uncomfortable that is, except forLaura.
Robyn at the moment,had just changed positions so she could cross her right legover her left so far that her ass was showing to the aisle of the bus as shetried to keep herself from peeing in her panties. She wasn’t so sure she wasthat desperate just yet, but she was starting to panic, and she hoped the sillytown where the music hall was would soon appear.
“We would have made a wall for you too,” Lillie giggled as she saw thepredicament that Robyn was finding herself in, trying to keep her legs closetogether and now let anything leak.
Robyn wasn’t the only one though. There were three lower classman girls doingtheir own things to try to hold it, and another senior near the front of thebus had just pleaded with Mr. Strictland yet again.
“I told you, Samantha!”his voice carrying over the shocked students. “You hadyour chance, so you better hold it. If any girl on this bus wets her pants,she will be in detention on Monday.”
Robyn gulped and felt her heart thumping against her rib cage. He was such ajerk, she thought. How would he like to have to drop his pants completely inpublic or be threatened with detention? She shook her head and a throb of pangin her uterus caused her to dwell more on trying to keep dry.
As eleven o’clock approached, one of the sophomore girls was butterfly flyingher legs with her knees coming lightly together. A Junior was in constantmotion rapidly stomping her heels to the floor making her legs move againsteach other and scooting back and forth in her seat, probably already leaking,but Lillie couldn’t tell yet.
Robyn was already approaching the point where showing her ass to the middle ofthe bus with her legs tightly entwined wasn’t enough, and she needed to adjustagain so she could start to sway her legs some.
Lillie could see Mr. Strictland talking to a female teacher, and it was apparentthat they were discussing the students as they nodded at the senior at thefront of the bus and discussed her situation.
“Did she pee her pants?” Lillie found herself whispering a bit louder than shehad intended forshe was actually talking to herself.
“I don’t know,” Robyn answered her not aware that Lillie had meant to just talkto herself. “If we don’t get there soon though, I’m going to.”
“Just hold a bit more,”Lillie rubbed Robyn’s back. They were just friends andquite straight without any real feelings for girls, but they had also known oneanother a very long time, and sometimes felt like sisters.
Robyn nodded her head still swaying her legs. A girl behind them was so violentwith her knee bouncing, back and forth rocking, and utter jitters, that thosearound her started to stare at her. The girl doing the butterfly movement, herlegs now banging together in smaller faster butterflies so that her knees werehurting with hitting one another, was looking terrified.
All through the different five girls showing clear desperation, sat one girlwith dark brown hair, calmly reading, and though she had not taken the chanceto get off of the bus, was just smiling. She had no signs at all of needing togo.
“What is with Laura anyway?” Lillie giggled between words. “She’s not gonesince before we left, and she just sits there like it’s no big deal to holdit.”
“I don’t know,” Robyn said her voice rising as well as the activity with herlegs as they now took to bouncing around a bit.
The girls saw an exit,and many of them looked longingly at it hoping it wastheir turn. Robyn’s face was starting to perspire as she tried to hold, nosqueezing her legs instead of moving for a moment.
The bus started towards the exit lane, and she thought to herself, “thankgoodness.”
The bus pulled into a parking lot for a restaurant, and then of course, Mr.Strictland had to stop the kids from all standing up at once with a threat!
“The first student to stand up without being told it is your turn to leave thebus will face detention on Monday.”
“Why is everything detention with him?” Robyn asked through clenched teeth asshe tried to control her bladder.
Slowly, the bus of students started to be allowed off. The front students werequickly led to a line in front of the restaurant, but they waited about fivefeet from the doors. The boys were nearer the front while the girls were beingslightly held up?
It being Laura’s turn,she stood up calmly, not a wet spot to be seen, and such poise and carelessness,that everyone knew she couldn’t have to use the toilet at all. Robyn sighed wishing she had Laura’s strength.
Looking out the bus window, Lillie and Robyn both noticed that boys were running immediately off of the bus towards the line of students, but the girls were seemingly held up,even Samantha who had asked Mr. Strictland to use the bathroom. She would have thought that she would have been near the head of the line.
The people in front of Robyn finally approached the doors, and the boys were ushered past as they came off of the bus, but the girls were directed around to the front of the bus first for some reason. Robyn and Lillie both had a bad feeling about this.
Laura was now in the main line waiting to get into the restaurant, and Lillie and Robyn were directed to the front of the bus. The two female teachers were there, and they were actually checking the girls!
“Spread your legs,”the teachers told the girls as they approached. Of course,for the girls that had gone, it was no problem at all except they didn’t like the teacher’s hands touching their thighs. That was the only place the teachers touched though. They didn’t dare touch any closer because it might be considered abuse.
Robyn was nervous of spreading her legs, not only because a teacher was about to feel her up, but also because she wasn’t sure she could spread her legs without letting any out. She danced around as she waited for her turn.
Lillie was quickly dismissed to go back to the main group, but the girl that had been dancing around in the back seats, when she opened her legs, the teacher had noticed a wet spot before she even touched her.
“This on is wet,” she reported to the other teacher who marked her off. “You’ll have detention on Monday.”
“But, I didn’t go that badly, and I… I…,” the junior was nearing tears.
“You are wet, go get in line to eat,” the teacher said lazily.
Robyn was now fighting even harder to keep herself from wetting. She couldn’t believe that the younger girl got detention and yet you couldn’t even tell she had wet unless you looked for it.
Robyn closed her eyes as she felt her muscles twitching while her legs were spread and the teachers checked, but somehow, she managed to escape the inspection without peeing herself.
Robynhad to keep her legs together to keep from letting anything out once they werefinished checking under her skirt. Shefelt so red and humiliated having a teacher lift her skirt enough to see hergray and pink panties to make sure she was dry.
She wasn’t the only girl with a bright red face. The girl with the reddest face, was the one that had a pee spot in her jeans that the teacher had found. She couldn’t look at anyone as she walked to the line that led into the restaurant.
Finally, with everyone checked, the line of students started towards the restaurant, and those girls that had elected not to pee out on the ground much earlier, were taken, including the one girl that had a pee spot in her pants, and directed into the ladies’ room.
The rest of the students were led directly to the back of the restaurant where they had already prepared for them.
Chapter Two: The Music Hall
DewLeaf
Robyn noticed that Laurajust walked with the girls that were taken into the bathroom, but right backout. Laura apparently didn’t want toargue with the teachers, but she didn’t seem to need the toilet even then. How could she be doing it?
The others, however, werebent at the waist and holding themselves as they waited their turns outside oftwo stalls. Robyn was at the back of theline, and the girl with a bit of pee on her pants was in the only unoccupiedtoilet the moment they came into the bathroom.
Robyn was too familiarwith her panties rubbing against her mound that kept her most intimate partscovered as she struggled wiggling her legs, and stepping like a dance in placeto keep her nerves from letting the jets of moisture escape into her gray andpink panties.
Some unknown lady cameout of the other stall and a senior went in. There were now only three girls ahead of Robyn and she hoped they couldhurry it up, but somehow keep their sounds quiet because she wasn’t sure shecould take hearing the pee hit the water in the bowls as she stood there tryingto keep her panties dry.
Dry was becoming relativethough, because there was a different kind of wetness that was quickly formingas her hand, pressed between her squeezed legs, was rubbing the lips that hidthe pee hole and the vagina from view. She could already feel the slipperiness of the priming juices for hersex organs, though she had only meant to rub herself to stave off peeingherself.
The teacher didn’t seemto notice or care to notice that all the girls had their hands between theirlegs, and that they were dancing in place. Another girl left the stall, and now Robyn had to only wait on one otherperson before she could take a stall.
Laura walked back to themain group early, and though she had a disproving glance from Mr. Strictland,she just smiled and took her seat next to one of the other girls. Her eyes were cast down, and she didn’t talkto anyone.
Robyn was starting tobunny hop as she held herself with both hands, rubbing her panties into herlips and slipping past them to massage her pee hole. She was feeling the oozy thread of stuff onthe inside as it tried to snake its way down her tube. Her bladder was aching badly, and her musclesquivered in effort to keep her panties panty-pee free.
Suddenly, a small threadof water seeped through her pee hold, and sprayed the inside of her lips to hervulva. It then dripped down to herpanties and made her feel warm and tingly for a second. Then it started make her face red as shesweated trying to keep the flood back.
The door to the stallfinally opened, and she darted in, feeling a little bit heavier of a squirtforce its way through her panties and wet her thigh.
Dropping quickly to thetoilet as she pulled down her damp panties, pee forced its way first on theseat and then into the bowl. She feltthe wet seat on her thighs and sighed as the rest of the pee was forced intothe toilet bowl. Her panties had a smallwet patch in the front of the crotch, but it wasn’t bad and would dry within afew minutes because she hadn’t wet that much before getting her panties down.
Finally, her legs alittle cool from the pee that she had to wipe from them, and her pantiescooling against her mound, she was walking back to the main group with the restof the girls that were taken to the bathroom with no evidence that she hadn’tmade it. Thankfully, the teacher didn’tinsist on checking her panties again.
The girls all sighed andthe boys started thinking immediately of food as the girls were finally allthere. Rick was sitting right next toHeidi, and Carl was next to Sabrina. Thefour of them had a smile on their faces, and seemed to be getting along quitewell.
Steve looked over atLaura who seemed to be still alone even though she was right in the middle ofthe most talkative group, and he couldn’t help but wonder why she was soquiet. He wondered if her silence wasthe only reason that she had no friends, and if there was some reason she wasalways so quiet, but as he was too far to say anything without drawingattention to her, he just sighed.
Heidi was lightlygiggling at some random story that Rick was telling her. She didn’t see how it could be a true story,but it didn’t matter. It was funnyanyway, and as long as he said it, she would listen to just about anything.
“We have about an hourand a half before the concert contest,” Mrs. Evans informed the group. “So we will not be able to go shoppingtoday. If you kids are good though, thenwe’ll take some time to do some shopping before we go back tomorrow.”
“You will need toremember your groups, and you are not to be separated from your groups untilyou meet the main group at the appointed time though,” Mr. Strictland remindedthe students. “We don’t want anyonegetting lost.”
Heidi wasn’t payingattention to Mr. Strictland though. Sheonly had eyes for Rick at the moment, and some of the other students rolledtheir eyes as they already knew the rules and had intended on following them justso there would be no trouble.
Not long after they hadfinished a large Italian dinner with some dessert, the students were againloaded on the bus and they rode for nearly half an hour towards the music hall.
The bus circled around thedome-like building, a large black eighth note resting on the top, balanced peculiarlyso that it was a wonder that it didn’t fall and rolled down off of the side.
There were already a fewother buses parked in front of the main entrance, but it seemed that no one wasget disembarking any of the large transports.
Tinted windows wound around thebuilding of brown brick. Two sets ofdouble doors locked out those that approached at the moment, and a soft greenlawn carpeted the grounds around the building. A few yellow, pink, and white flowers |
This is Chapter Three.
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Chapter Three
The Concert Contest
Round One
Warning: Girl has to use the bathroom badly
Teacher and Situation is unbearably Strict
Lusty situations implied though not acted on
Entering through tinted double glass doors, the group from East high school noticed that he whole interior seemed circular. On the floor, just at the entrance, there was a puddle on the ground though who ever made it was long gone.
The carpet was a deep wine-red with black notes of various types printed upon it. On the far side of the hall, there were the bathrooms, but the girls’ line towards it was so long, that it moves around the left side of the wall circling towards the entrance with nearly three girls wide. Had the girls been single-file, they would have easily stretched around and around the fifty foot in diameter lobby.
There was no way that all of those girls were going to get into the bathroom before the show would begin! Behind the East High bus, there were two other buses. Sabrina, Lillie, Robyn,Lizzie, Heidi, Angela, and Christina were all in line to get in the bathroom though they could see that it was moving like molasses, and they were only along because of the culture class.
The boys, to the girls’ dismay,seemed to have no line at all. Heidi and others were obviously thinking about that. But then, Heidi spotted her. Laura was going into the theatre without even going to the bathroom here? She never went once on the bus, at the restaurant, and now she was skipping it again! How could she be that strong?
“Look!” Heidi pointed Laura out to Sabrina! “She’s not going to the bathroom again!”
“She must have an iron stomach or something,” Sabrina shook her head. “I wish I had one right now. This is taking forever, and if it doesn’t get going soon, I bet Mr. Strictland makes us wait.”
“I know,” Robyn said looked at the other two. “It’s a good thing some of us went when we had a chance.”
Heidi looked down. She didn’t have to go, really, but she knew that some of the others didn’t have as strong of bladders as she had. Even though Laura seemed supernatural, Heidi did have a fairly strong ability to wait for hours.
The line was now, nearing the bathroom door. That’s when Mr.Strictland came by. “The show is starting. You girls should have gone at the restaurant anyway, so come on, let’s get to our seats.”
“But, we’re like just ten paces away,” Robyn looked up at him with her sparkling begging eyes.
“You heard,” Mr. Strictland directed the girls.
They sighed, but did as they were told. Heidi was only going to go as a precaution anyway, and since they had all had a chance to go, she hoped that the others were really just going for the same reason, but she still worried about her classmates Sabrina and Lizzie. Everyone knew that Sabrina went almost every class period at school.
He led the girls through the doors to the concert auditorium. The entire room looked a bit like a bowl, the main stage in the center and bottom of the room. They walked down the red carpeted aisle between seats, and around the large bowl of a room, Heidi could see twelve such aisles. They were at the their seats from the front, but even the front wasn’t near the stage.
The two seating aisles around thefront were already closed off, gated, and had teachers sitting at thegates. As Mr. Strictland put hisstudents into the third circular row, well the rest of them, Heidi realized hewas going to be sitting in the aisle too, with a seat than came down from the gatethat would be closed.
Next to the aisle, to her surprise, aboy she really liked, Rick was going to be sitting, and Sabrina was going tosit next to him, but as Sabrina realized who he was, and Heidi told her enoughtimes that she really liked the boy, she asked Heidi to change places.
“I just want to sit next to Lizzie,”Sabrina lied, and Heidi nodded glad that she didn’t say the real reason loud enoughto embarrass her in front of her crush.
Mr. Strictland had the outside aisle,then Rick, Heidi, Sabrina, Lizzie, Laura, Robyn, and Lillie were sitting inthat order. She lost track of whereChristina and Angela were, but they had to be in the third row. Her whole class was to sit together, whichwas why Mr. STrictland obviously wanted to hurry the girls.
Programs were then handed down therows from a mysterious source, and Heidi shuffled her legs a bit as she tookone, but she didn’t look at it. She lookedup at Rick instead who seemed to smile back at her as he started open his, andthen closed it again and stuffed it in his pocket.
“Hi,” Heidi said softly, her wordsbarely carrying inches in front of her, but just loud enough that Rick nodded.
“It feels a bit crowded in here,”Rick observed.
“Yeah. I don’t think they expect us to get to the lobby much during theperformances,” Heidi blushed. “Are youare comfortable?”
“Yeah, I’m okay. You?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
Rick put his arm across the back ofHeidi’s chair, and she looked down with a small soft smile. She wanted him to do it, but it still madeher a little nervous. She wasn’t used tohaving a guy this close to her. Her parentshad been so careful about teaching what was safe and right, that she had neverbeen on a proper date, and she was already a senior in high school.
“Alright, boys and girls,” Mr.Strictland called across to the seniors. “It’s going to start, so I want it quiet.”
Heidi looked around Rick giving thestern bald headed party-pooper a frown, but then nodded and looked at theprogram she had still in her hands.
2:30 to 4:30 Round one Performances
4:45 to 6:45 Round two Performances
7:00 to 8:30 Dinner Break
8:30 to 10:30 Round ThreePerformances
It looked like it was going to be along evening. Heidi had not planned onsitting there that long, but apparently, this was a really big contest for theperformers.
At 2:15, a man walked from below theelevated seats and towards the stage holding a microphone. He was dressed in a blue-black suit withshiny black shoes, and his eyes were lit up by the stage lights.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” hestarted. “We are happy to announce thetwenty-sixth Annual Choir competition for the State of Wyoming. And now we will introduce the judges.”
Heidi sighed as she looked at Rickwho was also bored by the announcement of some judges whom he would neverremember within the hour. It wasn’t likethey were really that important for the seniors, though the choir studentsmight think differently. Heidi’s handfelt a warmth come over it, and looking down, she saw Rick’s lying acrossit. That warmed her heart, and she couldn’thelp but smile back up at him. He smileddown at her.
“…And now,” the announcer was goingon. “The First Choir, from CasperWyoming, Casper High School!”
Students along the fifth row, tworows up from Heidi’s school, rose and cheered for their school. There were shouts of praise and callingencouragements that lasted for nearly five minutes until they were calmed downby authorities, or by their school’s choir walking from under the seated rows,up to the stage, and taking places around the circle.
Heidi thought it was quite anillusion the way the bowl shaped room arranged the performers below them, andyet, they faced outwardly in a three hundred and sixty degree arc. What really topped this illusion, was thatwith no Microphones that Heidi could see, the choir’s voices carried as thoughthey were singing to gain the attention of some being high up in the mountains,but their faces were not strained, and the students seemed rather happyperforming.
The music was beautiful, and Heidifelt her body going limp to the beautiful sounds. All around her, the whispers had died, and itfelt as though everyone had felt the same call of peace, to just let their bodiesgo limp and drink in the beautiful mixed high soprano notes with the richdeeper base ones. The music washeavenly.
Heidi wouldn’t have known that theschool had performed two pieces had it not been written in the program, for onewonderful piece had seemed to melt into another one, and only when the choir startedto walked off of stage to her left, and another began walking on from theright, did she realize that anything at all had changed.
Next to her, Sabrina was starting tolook around the circle to see that no one else moved. She looked up towards the back to see thedoors closed, and her way blocked at every row with gated seats. Obviously, she wanted to get out of theconcert hall, but Heidi couldn’t understand why. The sounds were so beautiful, and she wanted,no needed, for them to continue. There wasemptiness without those sounds filling up the quiet somewhat dim audience rows.
From the other side of Sabrina, Heidicould see another girl wiggling some. Lizzie was actually shaking her right leg up and down and she was lookingas panicked if not more so than Sabrina. She looked up the same rows and put her hands in her lap. Sabrina did the same, and before Heidi coulddwell on her classmates, the singing started again.
The music was something far superiorto any music class or church choir that Heidi had ever remembered. This was so lovely, as was the one before,that she could not choose had she been a judge. They were both putting her in such peace, that nothing worried her atthe moment, and that her eyes were holding back warm wet tears, not of sadness,but just because music that beautiful draws them out.
Rick’s hand was still touching herhand, but she barely realized it, not that she didn’t want it there, but themusic was so intoxicating that she couldn’t feel anything but the music. Her heart was calm and seemed to barelybeat. Her brain was in a buzz state andnothing really mattered but the sounds made by those on the stage. Heidi felt as though she were in heaven.
To her left, however, not everyonewas in the same peaceful stupor. Sabrinawas still looking around and wondering how to stand up and move to the gate withoutdisturbing anyone. They had apparentlymade the seats so close together and nearly touching the ones in front, thatshe could barely move without disturbing those around her.
Lizzie was starting to butterfly moveher legs as well as shake them, and the squeeze them trying to hold out untilthis group was finished. She knew itwould be rude to go in the middle, but if she just went while the next groupwas changing, maybe Mr. STrictland would let her go.
The music continued to entrance theseniors in the audience, and the theatre within the stands was as if theseniors were not even there save for a little breathing, some coughs, and acouple of wiggling people that couldn’t be picked out in the crowd.
Sabrina rubbed her legs togetherfrantically thinking about her options, and Lizzie was now bunny-hopping up anddown in her seat, making a little squeaking noise as she tried hold her pussyand rubber her thighs against each other to get closer together hoping to closethe hole that was between her legs.
Her bladder was tingling indispleasure, her inside tubes seemed feel as though they burned in fire, andher legs quivered at the pending doom that was only moments away. Lizzie could take it no more, and she stood upand disturbed the few people along the row to get to Mr. Strictland.
She gulped as she looked up the pathto the doors, each and every row was gated and had two or three teacherssitting there blocking the way.
“What is it?” Mr. Strictland askedthe young girl. “If you are going to askfor a toilet, why don’t you look up towards the door and see for yourself?”
Lizzie had tears in her eyes. She could see that even if he said yes, therewas no way to get up there without disturbing everyone, and she sighed.
“Sit down next to me, and I’ll letyou go as soon as I can,” he said uncommonly gentle towards her.
Heidi was now very aware of Sabrinathat was next to her. Sabrina washolding herself, nearly openly, and Heidi was sure she was sweating with worry. Lizzie hadn’t been able to go, so ofcourse Sabrina had to wait as well. Heidiherself, barely realized she had anything inside her at all.
“Scoot down,” Mr. Strictlandwhispered to Rick. “I want Lizzie to sithere next to me.”
Rick, told Heidi, who told Sabrina,and they moved down one each until Sabrina was sitting right next to Laura, whohad a stoic smile. She had not onceneeded to go! It was already nearing fouro’clock. Heidi really had lost count of thegroups because of the beautiful singing, for quite a few had gone, but therewere still a few left before the first round would be finished.
Lizzie sat next to the teacher, now alittle more worried about being decent as he was very strict, and she thoughthe would yell at her if she grabbed herself, so she could only hold out withher legs, and a little light wiggling.
Sabrina could feel a little dampnessaround her bottom, but she wasn’t quite sure if it was pee, or if it was justthe actions of her legs which had caused her to sweat so bad that it made herpants a little damp. She didn’t care,all that mattered was trying to hold it before she peed herself. She had to hold out, because she was a senior,and one of the younger students was already in trouble for even a little leakin her pants earlier. It would be veryshameful for a senior to wet her pants.
Heidi could feel the bouncing motionscaused by Sabrina by now, and she felt sorry for her. She couldn’t tell her to stop moving aroundthough it did interrupt the beautiful music that came from the choir below. She sighed and looked up at Rick who lookedback at her with some kind of emotion in his eyes. Heidi hoped that emotion was love and not justlust.
Her own body was getting warm, and inher panties, she was getting wet with something else as she looked up into hischarming eyes, and his beautiful hair. Hewas an absolute dream, and she felt her loins burn for him. It was too bad that this was a class trip, becauseif they could have gone to a room together, she might have liked that.
Rick was now lightly rubbing herhand, and up her arm with a warm soft caress that prickled Heidi’s nerves. She knew that he was there, and she shiveredinside herself, wanting more. She couldfeel the burning need, and smell the soft sweet smell of his aura. It was lustful, but it wasn’t all lust. He had, after all, still kept his hands awayfrom her legs, at least for the moment.
Lizzie was still bouncing around, andshe could feel her muscles wavering. Theywere still fighting hard for control, and trying to keep the liquid inside, buteven as the program wore on, she could feel the liquid now starting to slippast her bladder and into the tubing that would lead to the freedom of herpanties. She had to double the pressurewith her legs to keep the tube closed tight that it didn’t allow the opening justinside the lips of her pussy to open from the front, and what that did, wascause something a little stranger to happen.
There was a wetness that was startingto develop from her tightly rubbing legs, but that wetness should only come outwhen she is with the boy that she likes, and it was quite heavy making herpanties feel a little squishy, a little sticky, a little slimy between herlegs. Still, she had to rub her legs andtry to fight for control.
Spasms were causing her to shake asshe tried to keep herself sealed tight against the impending doom, and that’swhen the first round ended. The lightscame on brightly, but all the students were told to sit tight until they weredismissed.
Then, Mr. Strictland took Lizzie’shand and he walked her up the aisle, and pointed to the bathroom doors as did afew other teachers with one student. Hethen returned to the group, Heidi still rubbing her legs together because of adifferent reason, and Rick now massaging her shoulder with one hand.
“Once the first two rows are clear,you kids will be next,” he told his class. Sabrina shook as she tried to hold herself,the first row starting to stand and squeeze up the rows past them. Then she felt it.
It was first a little squirt, thatjust dampened her privates right near her vagina, and the hairs of her privateswere wet so they felt the tingling pee droplets. The first row seemed to take forever to pass.
A second squirt slipped into herpanties, and warmed her bottom a bit, and wet her mid thighs with pee. She was doing it. She was started to pee her pants, her faceturning red and sweat starting to wet her hair on her head and river streaksformed and slid down her face.
Laura sat there quite undisturbed atall, and though some of the others did have to use the toilet by this time, itwas Sabrina who was feeling her panties start to cool and to warm again as a thirdsquirt filled up her crotch and then soaked through her clothing and into herseat. She put her head in her hands, herface so red, it could have been Rudolph’s nose.
Heidi leaned into her. “Are you okay?”
“No,” Sabrina admitted. “I’m wetting already.”
“Oh, no. Well if you get up all wet, Mr. Strictlandwill punish you.”
“I know. What can I do?” she felt another small river eruptbetween her legs, this one causing a lake in her lap as she had tried tosqueeze her legs together to make it stop, and when she opened her legs, the lakefell between them soaking the seat and getting the floor a bit wet.
“Why don’t you just pretend you don’tneed to go, and maybe it will dry before the next break?” Laura offered advicefrom where she was sitting.
“Do you think it will really work?” Sabrinaasked wondering if she could be dry by the time she had to move. Already, she felt more pee slip out, and thistime, she didn’t even try to stop it, but deliberately let it pee through herclothing on the seat. She had nothing tolose by just sitting there now, her pants were already soaked, and if she satthere long enough, and it dried before he noticed, she might not even get introuble.
Laura whispered to her. “It’s okay. I’ll keep your secret.” Sabrina breathed a bit heavily for the firstfew minutes as her pee just flew out of her body and into her clothing and allover the seat, but eventually as it tapered off, so did Sabrina’s breathing. She nodded knowing that she had little to loseby sitting there and hoping. People on theother side of Laura had to leave the other way, so Laura stayed by Sabrina’sside and tried to make her feel better while the rest of their classmates wentup to the toilets.
Heidi and Rick were talking as theywalked up the aisle towards the lobby. Hewas making comments that made her blush, and he was so sweet, rubbing her backand encouraging her to make it to the bathroom. Heidi really wasn’t as desperate as her twoclassmates, but she still did want to go. |
Chapter Four
By Dewleaf
Warning!
Girl wets her pants
Girl poops her pants in this one (The detail might be too gross for soft stomachs, but that is near the end. You can stop reading when you get to where she feels her body playing tug of war if you don't want to read about how it feels for her to poop her pants).
High School Aged
Upon opening the double doors into the hallway, Heidi could see that there was already a line for the bathrooms started, and she hoped that fifteen minutes was enough time for her to get to go.
What she had also noticed, further up the aisle, was that not only the first row,but the last row were also released at the same time, the second row, and the row next to the top were released together, and the third row and the row third from the top were released that there were not two circular rows in front of her, but there were FIVE!
Heidisighed and took her place in line with Robyn and Lillie among others. She couldn’t believe her luck, as realized thatshe was nearly in the same place as before!
Notlong after the girls were in line, Lizzie appeared and walked up lazily next tothem.
“Whathappened to you?” Robyn asked her eyes squinted in mock concern.
“Oh,nothing. Mr. Strictland just took me tothe bathrooms before everyone else. Iguess they let the ones that really have to go, go first with the teachers, andthen they start releasing the rest.”
“Luckyyou,” Heidi murmured. She was startingto feel the pang in her side telling her that she probably should have asked tosit next to Mr. Strictland, but at the time, she had not felt it that badly,and she was enjoying her time with Rick and the beautiful music. She didn’t realize she had to go so badly.
Thelines seemed to move ever so slowly, and Heidi wondered how it was that theboys’ room had no lines at all. “Werethe boys really that fast?” she wondered. “a small sliver of gas passed down the lining of her stomach and to herleft side. She could only squeeze herlegs together as they stood in line hoping no one realized that the small highpitched sound had come from her panties.
Theother girls, however, were in their own dilemmas meaning they had missed thatalmost silent high pitched squeak that assaulted Heidi’s ears making her facedeep in redness as she stood there shaking and praying that she would get herchance to go this time.
Lilliewas standing next to Heidi nearly as desperate, her legs quivering whether theywere taking a step or not, and her panties feeling a bit of warmth in thecrotch as she rubbed herself trying to keep the liquid from oozing out.
Robyn’sface was flushed almost the same color as Heidi’s face, and though she wouldn’tadmit it, she already felt a little dribble ooze through her hole, over herpussy lips, and soak into the fabric of the gusset of her panties. It was just a little bit, and something she couldreasonably pass of as just girl stuff, if she could just get to the bathroom intime.
A fewgirls up in front of them, a curly haired dark blond was bouncing up and downand openly rubbing her pussy through her jeans trying to do whatever she couldto stop the liquid that was already starting to gather at the pelvicfloor. It was like she was carrying abucket full of water in her stomach, a bucket full that was delicately balancedon a stick, and that stick kept moving causing the bucket to threaten to dumpover.
Thewhole line leading to the girl’s room had similarly desperate girls, wiggling,dancing, holding, and bearing red faces that told of a doomed embarrassmentthat threated at any moment.
Howdid Heidi miss noticing that she had to go so badly? Was it really so much better to sit down? Or was it just because Rick had made her feelso calm, or maybe the music was so soothing. Whatever the situation, she wished she could go back and listen to themusic, rather than stand here where everyone displayed their displeasure to theworld.
Shelooked at Lizzie as Lizzie started to talk to Robyn. “So, where is Sabrina?” Lizzie asked.
“She’sin her seat in the auditorium.”
“Ithought she had to go almost as bad I did,” Lizzie brought her thumb andforefinger to form a “V” around her chin as she thought. “She certainly was acting like she was tryingto hold it.”
“Shewas,” Robyn whispered. “She just… just…she didn’t make it,” Robyn felt bad for Sabrina, and she hoped that she wouldmake it. At least Sabrina wasn’t goingto pee herself in front of everyone. Hardlyanyone had noticed that she peed, and Robyn hoped that maybe next time, if itwas like this, she would just do what Sabrina had done. It was much less embarrassing with lesspeople knowing, she thought.
Heidiwanted them to change to the topic. Itwas hard enough to hold it without talking about it, too. She stepped from one foot to the next, andbent at her waist as she felt a particularly strong message of gas or somethingfly from her mid stomach around her left side and then her bottom started tofeel like it was warm and burning inside.
“Thisis nuts!” one girl behind them complained. “Maybe we should just go in the boy’s room since it looks so open.”
“I don’tknow,” several girls said as they kept their place in line, but that girl andthree others started to follow her out of the line and towards the boy’sroom. She was ten paces from the door asHeidi watched with anticipation. She wasfive paces, and Heidi’s head felt a bead of sweat for her, and for herself, asshe started to inch herself out of line.
Heidicould feel her pelvis shivering with anticipation. Her butt was on fire from the inside as itchurned a bit causing her lower stomach to rumble in a mixing kind of feeling,and she could feel the gallon of water, now completely tipped upside downinside her, the only thing keeping the water from coming out, was as if a pieceof paper were plugging the opening, but how long before the water soakedthrough the page and started to leak and then flood from the open pipe?
Onepace from the door, that curly haired girl was caught and grabbed by the arm bya man teacher. Heidi was already a footout of line as she gasped when the teacher caught hold of the girl that triedto go in there.
“Whatdo you think you are doing, young lady?” he scolded her.
“I wasjust going to go to the bathroom. There’sno one in there, and there are a ton of girls ahead of me.”
“That isa boy’s room,” he looked in her eyes. “Ifyou go in there, do you know what you are saying?”
“ThatI have to pee really badly!”
“No,you are telling every boy here that you don’t care if they look at you or touchyour privates. Is that what you want totell them?”
“No,but I’ve really gotta go!”
“Justlike the rest of the girls in line,” the teacher gruffly pulled her towards theend of the line.
“But Iwas up there!” she protested pointing where she had been moments before.
“Youstepped out of line, so you have to go to the back!”
Heidigasped and put her foot back towards the line, but she found someone elsethere. They had pushed her completelyout of line as she was listening to the commotion. Panic stricken, she rushed to find herfriends, and though they wanted to let her in, the girls behind them told herthat she couldn’t cut.
Heidigasped. “I didn’t cut! I was here!”
“Justlike the teacher said to the other girl. You got out of line, so you have to go to the end!”
“Ididn’t get out of line. I was pushedout!”
“Bywho?” the girls behind her asked. “Wedidn’t push you.”
Heidisighed. She had allowed herself to strayout of line, and though Robyn was about to get red and become a little violentfor her sake, as was Angela, Heidi walked towards the auditorium. She already knew that the last people wouldn’tmake it in the bathroom, and she just figured she’d sit next to Strictland sohe would take her next time.
Robyn, Lillie, and Kim all looked in herdirection as she walked towards the auditorium doors with sorrow, but they weretoo scared of not making it to help her much more. They were getting pretty worried.
Already, Robyn felt a little warm puddle inher now wet gusset, Lilly felt her thighs getting a little cool from dryingdampness there, and Kim was just barely keeping the first spill from leaking outof her tubes. They were all scared thatMr. Strictland would notice them wet anyway, and were even more worried thatthe toilets would close off before they could go, or they would start goinguncontrollably before they got there.
Rick noticed Heidi walking back, and he hadbeen waiting for her from the sidelines, trying not to look like a pervert ashe did so. He bounded up on her, andsmiled as he reached down at her hand.
Feeling his hand touch her fingers, andthen another hand grab her around in a hug, Heidi smiled. She looked into his handsome dark eyes, andshe felt a little tingly and relaxed even though her sides hurt a little, andher bottom was pulling itself in for fear of relaxation causing an embarrassmentthat she could live without.
“What’s wrong?” he noticed her scowlingface and that she didn’t seem comfortable.
“I got pushed out of line, and by the timeI can get there, it’s going to be time to go back,” Heidi looked at him bitingher lip. “It’s okay though, I think Ican wait a little while.”
“I’m sure you can,” Rick smiled ather. “Don’t worry, I’m sure you canwait, and you could ask Mr. Strictland to sit right next to him instead so thatyou could go next.”
Heidi nodded.
They walked down to their seats, and toHeidi’s dismay, there was already a boy there. She looked at him like he was crazy because the boys’ room had beenopened the whole time.
“Mr. Strictland,” she tried to keep hervoice level and polite. “They are takingtoo long, and I couldn’t go to the bathroom, so can you take me next break so Ican go right away?”
“I’m sorry, but David asked me first,” Mr.Strictland nodded at her. “Just sittight or try to go back and hurry before the intermission is over.”
“There’s no way you’d let me gothough. The line is still almost to theentrance,” Heidi looked at him with sad eyes.
“Well, your group of friends should alreadybe near the bathroom by now. Why didn’tyou stay in line?”
Heidi gulped. She didn’t want to answer that questiontruthfully because he might think she was a bad person or something forentertaining the idea of going in the boys’ room. “I don’t know.”
Mr. Strictland then looked at his watch,and then walked up towards the lobby while Heidi and Rick took theirseats. Another signal for release creptaround her side and to her bottom cause a squeaky fart to slip past. The nearly silent but gassy fart made herfeel awkward, and as though she was about to let a poof made up of more thangassy air into her panties, but luckily, that was all it was.
She was now holding her stomach, andwaiting for Mr. Strictland to come back with the other students, Rick at herside rubbing her arm and whispering kind encouragements to her as she tried tohold on.
It wasn’t long before the seats were filledagain, and now most of the others in comfort. Of course, Heidi was gassy and scared of an accident at any moment,Sabrina was soaked, and no one really knew what was going on with Laura, butpresumably, everyone else was in comfort.
Well, actually, Lillie’s and Robyn’s thighswere covered by the darkness and their closed legs, but they were a littledamp. Christina’s butt had a little wetpatch on it, but no one seemed to have noticed, Lizzie was completelycomfortable and dry, and Laura, was well, Laura.
The solos were now starting, and manystudents began to settle in for the peaceful sounds enhanced by their relaxedbodies to calm their nerves. Robyn andLillie were nearly sleeping by the middle of the performance, their eyesdrooping, and light snores escaping their open mouths from time to time.
It was only the third soloist on stage, andHeidi could feel her bladder expanding beyond the comfort of her belt line andthreatening to just power-jet itself through her clothing right there. Her butt was pulling at the fire, trying tokeep the discomfort inside and sizzling rather than escaping out of the dark.
Rick noticed her arms tensing and her bodyshaking. She really had to use thebathroom badly, and he was sure she’d do it any moment in her pants. There didn’t seem to be anyway he couldreally help her either. All he could do,was just try to not act repulsed by something that her body had no choice indoing. He wondered how long it wouldtake, and if she was even already wet. Hedidn’t ask her though. He knew it wasbad enough to be there, trying to wait, then to be noticed and asked by a loverif she was not able to make it, especially if she wasn’t.
The twelfth soloist was now approaching themiddle of the stage. The lights weredimmed, and everyone could see the young girl, her red-brown hair in a nicebun, and her purple glittering top sparkling from the lights. Overhead, as if in a large screen theatre, ina circle around the dome, her enlarge face was shown so the crowd could see herpretty features.
Heidi’s body was starting to play a violentgame of tug of war, her front muscles first pulling the poop back in and tryingto keep it set inside her anus, and then her anus pulling her pee trying tokeep it from slipping out of the front. Shecould mostly feel the lodged little log wiggling from in her bottom, coming outhalf an inch and then being sucked back in that half an inch. It was frustrating as it rubbed against herbottom making it quiver and making her to want to go more.
Dribbling water was starting to spill abouta milliliter at a time, getting her panties a little wet in the gusset, and thewarm feeling making her panties feel even more inviting for the baby that layin her posterior.
Heidi’s face was on fire as she kept tryingto suck that little baby up and back into place to wait for the rightplace. Every time, she sucked it up, herstomach felt like it expanded and it had flashes of pain shoot across the mostobtuse part of it, which would cause her to want to give a little and let thelog peek out a bit and cause a little dribbling from her pee hole.
No one seemed to notice thought Heidi wasshivering with need, and her face was pouring sweat from her brow andneck. Any moment now, and she wasn’tgoing to be able to keep the baby in place, and if it started to move, she wasn’tsure she’d be able to stop it before it slipped completely into her underwear.
The diaphragm of her stomach was trying tosuck itself upward for as long and as far as it could go in hopes of drawingthe log further inside rather than letting it go outside. Though no one else heard it, Heidi imaginedthat her pee was hitting her panties so hard that it was like rain drumming onsome tightly pulled canvas covering. Shelooked worriedly to her left, where Sabrina was just listening to the show, andto her right where Rick was rubbing her leg.
“Please don’t,” Heidi moved his hand off ofher thigh. It wasn’t that she didn’tlike his hand there, but….
“What? I’m sorry, I thought it was okay,” Rick looked at her sadly as if shehad teased him, and now was telling him it wasn’t okay to touch her.
“I’m sorry,” Heidi looked down scared hemight notice if the dribbling didn’t stop soon, or if it got worse, which itwas likely to do. Her hand was constantlyrubbing her stretched stomach, and she sat her butt tingling with fire, and akind of warmth and pressure was threatening to slip past.
“It’s okay,” Rick whispered as he realized thatshe was shivering and holding herself quite as still as she could. He knew she was going to do it at any moment,and there was nothing he could do as the way to the door was blocked even if hewanted to just carry her past the mean teacher and up the stairs.
A tear fell down the left side of Heidi’sface. Her pee hole was closed tight, anda fighting squirmy slippery jet of pee push, rush, and hit her so hard, that shefelt a splutter of droplets patter off of her gusset before soaking through herpanties. It stopped, but now her pantieswas warm and primed. The feeling in themwas one of hopelessness as her pelvic muscles shook in desperation.
Still, her stomach tried to keep her bodilyexcretions from slipping out as it sucked the diaphragm up harder and made herstomach more upset, the pain now traveling up her sternum and making her feellike she had a bit of a heartburn.
It was going to be inevitable, and she hadbeen fighting with her body for so long, that she missed the thirteenth,fourteenth, and fifteenth introduction of solos.
Suddenly, her diaphragm softened andrelaxed for just a fraction of a second, but that was all that she neededbefore a warmth of pee flooded out her pee hole, still not even half of it, butenough to soak the chair beneath her, and the log inside pushed so that it wasnow “Looking around at the dark roomy area of her panties, debating on whetherit wanted to fill up the room or not.”
She pulled her muscles and diaphragm backjust in time, and the log moved back inside her bottom, though not as far up asit was a moment ago. Heidi had thefeeling that it was now peeking out of her bottom, and the pee had stopped, andit wasn’t even enough wetness to relieve her bladder. She still had to go badly!
Heidi whispered over at Mr. Strictland.
“Please, you have to let me go now! I’m not going to be able to wait until theintermission!”
“Look up there,” he pointed behindthem. “You tell me how you expect to getthrough all of those gates without disturbing the other people.”
“I’ll just have to disturb them and askthem to let me go,” Heidi’s face couldn’t get any redder. She was wet, and she didn’t want to poop herpants.
“No, you are going to sit there like theyoung adult you are and wait like everyone else. There’s only like thirty minutes left,” hewhispered back to her.
“Please,” she started to sob quietly. “I’m already a little wet. I really can’t hold it.”
“If you are telling me you are wet, you aretelling me to punish you. You do realizethat,” Mr. Strictland looked her in the eye.
“I know,” Heidi whispered defeated. “But I am a little wet, and I need to go now!”
“There’s no point in disturbing the othersif you are already wet. Now be quiet andwait to be dismissed like a good girl. I’dsay like a young lady, but young ladies don’t pee themselves in public.”
Heidi felt the salty tears sting her eyesmuch worse when he said the last, and she turned from him feeling it must beher fault. Rick looked over wanting tosay something, but the teacher’s look told him it was a bad idea, and it wasn’tgoing to get her to the bathroom.
Heidi felt her stomach once again relax,and some more pee gush this time into her panties with such force that it ranover the seat and she could hear it drumming on the floor below her. Her bottom opened up, and a snake started toslip out and into her panties, coiling in a soft oozy slimy warmth. It piled up and she peed some more, theyellow turning brown water seeping out from beneath her, and then as herstomach revolted and didn’t want to keep anything else inside, it pushedcausing her lift up a bit as more junk piled into her panties.
Once she was done, she felt like she was aninch or two higher than she had been, watching the solos. The pee was soaked around her, and she feltcompletely soaked, muddy, and disgusting around her privates. The tears had stopped coming down her cheeksonly about ten minutes later, and though she smelled a bit and was obviouslythe cause of several people’s discomfort, no one seemed to say anything.
Alright, this part was really gross. I'm sorry about that for those of you who don't like this kind of thing. |
Chapter 5
Heidi sat there in her mess for another few minutes, feeling the stinging tears come to her eyes as she thought about the situation she was in. It was completely unfair for him to do this to her because she had told him at least three times that she was getting in trouble. Mr. Strictland was the worst, ever!
Rick, however, sitting next to her, had moved his hand down to her stomach and felt how relaxed it was. He realized that she was no longer holding it, and he looked over into her eyes. They were very shiny sapphires that sparkled in the dim stands. Rick whispered to her letting her know that he wasn’t disgusted with her.
“It’s okay. You waited as long as you could,” Rick whispered as low as he could.
“It’s not okay,” Heidi mouthed back unable to say anything to her crush who had realized that she was a complete mess now. Her face couldn’t turn any redder, but she turned her face from him, and looked down at the seat next to her.
Rick reached his hand down further to the button of her jeans, and he leaned into her hair so he could whisper into her ear. “You’re still my girlfriend, aren’t you?” he asked sincerely.
Heidi looked up and turned to face him shocked that he would ask that since it was she, who had done something so childish or even baby-like that it should be her place to question their relationship status. It should be HER checking with him that he was okay to still be seen with her.
“Are you still my girlfriend?” he asked her yet again, concern on his face.
Heidi nodded with tears in her eyes. She didn’t know how to tell him how grateful she felt that he still wanted to see her, and that he didn’t feel like she had been so gross that no one would want to be seen with her.
“Since you are still my girlfriend,” Rick whispered to her, “then it’s still my place to comfort you when you’ve had a hard time,” he smiled to her. “Trust me, this is not your fault, and it is okay.”
Heidi felt her legs squirm a bit as she listened to him, but he moved his hand further from the top of her jeans where the button was to between her legs, and Heidi looked up at him, fighting the impulse to push his hand away.
“Please don’t touch,” she whispered. “It’s dirty there.”
“Why? Just because you are wet?” Rick questioned her. “You are NOT dirty, and just because you are a little wet, doesn’t mean I don’t want to touch.”
He wiggled his hand until it could slip between her tightly closed legs, partly closed off so the teacher wouldn’t see that she was wet yet.
“I’m dirty because I went to the bathroom in my pants,” Heidi reminded him.
“No you didn’t,” he whispered to her. “You waited as long as you could, and your girl stuff just couldn’t wait any longer to come out. You didn’t go to the bathroom in your pants, you just couldn’t wait any longer.”
“What’s the difference?” Heidi asked him.
“Well, if you went to the bathroom in your pants, it would be on purpose, something you wanted to do, but not being able to wait, is something that is natural and something that is NOT your fault.”
Heidi rubbed the arm that was reached between her legs, and his fingers touched her soaked crotch which made her quite uncomfortable. “No matter if it’s my fault or not, it’s still wet down there,” she whispered.
“I know,” Rick smiled at her. “But it’s okay. I want to know how wet it is so I know how uncomfortable you are.”
Heidi looked into his eyes. “Doesn’t it feel disgusting?”
“No,” he whispered, and laid his head on her chest trying to smell the sweet aroma of girl, girl sweat, and girl pee while avoiding the stronger fumes of the poo.
Heidi laid her head on his, and she sighed. She wasn’t comfortable, but at least she knew that Rick was not disgusted by her lack of adult ability in holding herself from having a baby accident.
“What are you kids doing?” Mr. Strictland looked over at the young high school kids leaning against each other.
“Oh, um… nothing,” Rick said as he lifted his head and pulled his hand from between her legs.
“Don’t give me that. If you’ve been fingering her, you will both get detention.”
“I wasn’t,” Rick said. “I was just checking her because she was scared she had leaked and I wanted to make sure if she did or not.”
“Is she wet?”
“I… I don’t think so. She just feels sweaty,” he lied.
“She better keep it that way if she doesn’t want detention, and if you don’t want detention, you’ll keep your hands away from her legs.”
Heidi looked down knowing he would eventually find out that she was a mess, and wondered if it was really a good idea for Rick to lie about it at that moment.
Rick looked back down to the performing juniors, and without really thinking, he lifted his hand up to his nose, and he smelled what he had touched from Heidi’s privates. He was rewarded with an odor that was mostly girl smell, mixed with some sweat and a little pee. The poop smell was minimal on his hand because of where he had been touching her.
Sabrina looked at the commotion, and she knew she would also have to face the same trouble that Heidi did once Mr. Strictland forced all the students to go to dinner. Her pants were still a bit damp, and there was no way she’d be able to hide it from him.
Laura continued to watched the performances, but now, she was finally starting to shift a little in her seat. She was finally starting to show signs that she might want to use the toilet, and Sabrina wasn’t the only one to notice as all the girls were finally alerted to Laura’s human problem. She was a girl after all.
Laura looked around and seeing Sabrina wet, seeing that Heidi was hiding something, and the looks of the others, she knew that there was no way that Mr. Strictland would let her go even though she had a different reason for wanting to escape. Her reason, was one that would cause a whole high school scandal if it got out, Laura was sure. She certainly didn’t need that kind of reputation.
Robyn looked from Lillie to Sabrina as they noticed Laura squirming some, but there was something funny about the way that Laura was squirming that didn’t quite look right. She was banging her legs that hard, and she wasn’t bouncing herself up and down, but her legs were squirmy, and her hands were feeling her stomach as though she was needing a bathroom.
Down on the stage, a soloist was staring up at the crowd of seniors watching her, and she seemed almost as distressed as Laura, Sabrina, and Heidi though the seniors could not clearly see what was going on beneath her skirt. It could be as must from nerves that she was shaking as it might be from her need to attend matters of a more personal nature. Still, some of the seniors in the crowds began to whisper and to point at the young girl.
No one sitting near Heidi had anything to say about the unfortunate junior’s condition as she stood there staring up at the vast crowd, but further up in the room, Heidi could hear some seniors saying something like the poor girl might be sick, or she might be so petrified that she can’t perform. Crueler remarks were about betting whether she had to pee, and if she was going to do it in her pants on stage for everyone to see.
Mr. Strictland shook his head, both for the student that stood in that situation and for the naughty words of the seniors around the room that were voicing such disgusting opinions aloud, and as he looked at his row of students, a certain amount of pride and happiness caused him to smile seeing that his students were not the ones heckling the young lady on stage.
The young girl was approached after a minute or two, taken off of stage. Heidi felt the muddy mess in her panties starting to seep through the legs of her panties, and looked over at Rick who was still watching her quite carefully. He had a hand on her shoulder, trying to comfort her.
Finally, with the final student being escorted off of the stage, it was time for dinner, and time for the teachers to take those closest to them to the bathroom first. Heidi sat there waiting for Mr. Strictland to return to dismiss the rest of them, and Rick leaned into her.
“Don’t worry about what happened,” he whispered to her. “I’m sure your parents can get you out of any trouble that Mr. Strictland says you are in. And no one can fault you when you told him three times you had to go before you had an accident.”
Laura continued to struggle some in her seat, as she listened to Rick’s kind words towards Heidi. Many in her situation might not have struggled at all, but for now, no one knew what was up with her, and she liked it that way. As long as no one understood, she would be safe from humiliation, but if someone were to find out how truly weak she was, she might never live it down.
“Alright, everyone up and I want to check before you go to the lobby, use the bathroom, and then board the bus to go to dinner.”
“Why do you have to check us?” Sabrina looked up at him. “Can’t you tell if we are wet without touching us?”
“If you are going to give me trouble, young lady, you can serve an extra day of detention.”
“I didn’t mean anything like that,” Sabrina looked down. “It’s just that I’m wet, and I don’t want you to touch it.”
“You are?”
“Yes sir. Then please wait until I dismiss everyone else, and I’ll take you to take care of it. If you admit to having messed your pants, I won’t have to touch you to check.”
“I wet too,” Nicole said in a low shameful moan.
“Then you can wait with Sabrina.”
He touched all the boys and girls, on their pants, and those girls that had on skirts, they had to lift their skirts up far enough that he could touch their panties backsides to make sure they were dry. None of the students liked it, but they preferred that to being accused of being wet or in a lot of trouble besides.
When it was Laura’s turn, her face turned red as he touched her bottom, and there was something strange about the way her panties seemed to move and be seen moving under her jeans, but though Mr. Strictland gave her a look, he didn’t tell her to join Sabrina and Heidi.
Sabrina and Heidi were taken to a bathroom that was not being used by students, but a couple of faculty were in there, and he told the girls to stand in front of him by a bathroom sink.
Reaching into his bag, he pulled out two Luv’s brand diapers which were made for large kids, and he showed them to the two ladies. Both Heidi and Sabrina recoiled a bit with a look of disgust on their faces. The two women that walked into the bathroom at the moment, they were teachers, saw him handing the girls diapers, and they smiled at the girls like they were five years old.
“Your students?” they asked him.
“Yeah, apparently, they can’t use the bathroom during the breaks, so I don’t know what else to do for them but put them in a diaper so at least they aren’t cold from wearing pee soaked jeans all night.”
“You girls are lucky to have a teacher that cares,” one of the teachers scolded Heidi. “If I were your teacher, I’d just let you sit in your mess since you decided to poop your pants.”
“I didn’t decide….” Heidi started but she stopped when she noticed that he had put his finger to his lips warning her to not say anything. She gulped and just looked down.
“Sabrina, since you are just wet, I think you can go into a stall, remove your wet things and put on this diaper the best you can then come out so I can adjust it for you. Heidi, you are going to need a bit more help since you are a mess.”
“Those poor girls,” another teacher said as she passed them leaving the bathroom. “They have kidney problems or something?” she asked the Mr. Strictland.
“No, if they had, I’d have put them in diapers before now to keep them from having the embarrassment of having their friends see them like this.”
“Then they just waited too long?”
“Yeah, well, I think we gave them reasonable breaks, but you know how girls are these days. They test you, just to see if you really mean it when you say no, and apparently these two, had figured I’d given in before this, but unfortunately, the structure of the theater didn’t allow me to give in.”
“That is unfortunate.”
Mr. Strictland pulled out a thick quilt from his bag and laid it on the floor. Then he put a plastic sheet over it before he had Heidi lay on it.
“Can I do this myself, please?” Heidi asked him with shiny eyes.
“I wish you could, but you are a mess. How do you plan to get the crap off of your bottom and legs without a shower, young lady?”
“I don’t know.”
“I didn’t think you did. Now, if you’ll trust me, I’ll get it off of you, and you can go back to the bus all dry and comfortable.”
Heidi sighed and laid down on the changing mat that he had made. Meanwhile, Mr. Strictland pulled out some wash cloths and some other things to be used on Heidi and he began to wet them at the sink. He also grabbed some paper towels wetting some of them, and he soaped up two of the rags before moving over Heidi straddling her.
It was at this point, that Sabrina came out of the stall in just a cute diaper, the waistband having Disney princesses on it, and the main part was pink.
“I changed,” Sabrina said in a very subdued voice her legs shaking and her heart racing because she was put in this baby thing.
“Come here and let me straighten it,” Mr. Strictland told her. He reached up and undid the tapes, pulling them a bit tighter across her waist so the diaper didn’t sag or come open. Then he reached in his bag and pulled out some extra tapes to put over the tapes to make sure they stayed in place. These extra tapes, were pieces of duct tape.
“There, that should hold the diaper in place so it doesn’t come apart on you. You can go get on the bus now.”
“But I need some pants,” Sabrina looked at him pleadingly.
“Your pants are at the bus, young lady. If you want the bus driver to let you get to your extra clothes, I’ll tell him to do so, but you will have to get the pants and put them on on the bus.”
“Isn’t that indecent? I thought you wanted us to be young ladies about our bodies,” Heidi whispered up at him.
“I did want you to be young ladies, but young ladies don’t mess their pants. You two acted like little girls, and your diapers will cover what is important, so your most intimate places on your bodies will still be covered whether you are in a skirt, or pants, or not.”
Sabrina sighed and walked towards the door with her head down. Heidi turned away from Mr. Strictland because though she felt he was being mean about it, a part of her felt like he was right that she had acted like a big baby in going to the bathroom in her pants.
Laura walked with her classmates out to the lobby of the concert hall, but she didn’t get into the line for the girls’ bathroom. She walked instead, to the bus, her head held high, and she climbed aboard while many eyes watched her in fascination. Most of the girls were sure she had to pee, so why wasn’t she in line to go at the concert hall? Was she that sure that she wouldn’t get to go in time?
Laura’s legs were still rubbing against each other a little, and one hand was between her legs as she sat in her seat, and the other hand was covering her lap trying to keep her crotch well covered.
“Do you have to pee?” one of the kids getting on the bus asked as he passed Laura, but she rolled her eyes at him and continued her charade as though it was something quite natural to do.
Heidi relaxed on the floor, and waited until she felt his hands unbutton her button to her jeans. He had to unzip her pants, and then he started to slide her jeans down. Her face, which had started to clear up of any redness from earlier, was now blushing a new as a teacher was required to change her.
She just looked away from him letting him do what he thought was necessary to get her ready for dinner. He slipped her jeans all the way down and off of her, noticing that the poop had come out of her panties, and had caused a bit of a mess in her jeans. He wiped the mess from her jeans with wet paper towels and put them in a plastic bag, then he returned to getting her panties off of her.
“These panties are ruined,” he informed her. “I’ll just throw them away with the rest of the dirty trash.” He pulled her panties down off of her, and them on top of the paper towels he had used to wipe the mess from her jeans.
As other women teachers noticed him changing and cleaning up the high school student, some of them looked at Heidi like she was disgusting or like she was a child for having such an accident, and others looked at him as though he was taking a big risk in helping the student like this.
“I know it’s risky to change her, but if I leave her in that mess, I think it’s just as risky, and at least this way, she won’t get sick from sitting her mess all night.”
That appeased some of the women who then told her the same as the first woman. “You are lucky to have a teacher that cares. If you were my student, and I found you like this, you’d wear those messy pants until we got to the motel, and then you’d be punished and your parents informed that you did something like this.
“Oh, she is in trouble,” Mr. Strictland informed the teachers.
Mr. Strictland then took the wash clothes and cleaned up her messy legs and her bottom and after he had made sure she was as clean as he could get her legs and her bottom, he gave her a clean wet rag and told her to clean herself between her legs. He said that no matter what she told her parents, if she lied about where he touched her, she’d live with the consequences not because she’d be in as much trouble as he would, but because she’d know it was a lie, and that she would know he was just helping her so she wouldn’t have to be in a mess the rest of the night.
Finally, she was clean enough that he pulled the diaper up on her and fastened it tightly around her middle. Then taking the other girls’ wet clothes and Heidi’s wet jeans, he put them in a plastic bag and gave Heidi’s bag to her to carry to the bus. He put his supplies away, and he told Heidi to go to the bus.
Heidi approached the bus, and the bus driver and Sabrina were still there at the bus side, the bus driver still unsure about opening the bus storage area.
“I told her she could get her clean clothes,” Mr. Strictland told the driver. “I want her to put her dirty clothes in her bag too, and the same with this one.”
The bus driver finally opened the bus side, and both girls grabbed skirts to hide their diapers under. They started to put the skirts on even before climbing onto the bus so that it felt like less people were staring at them. And as Heidi sat down, next to Rick, she saw Laura still sitting funny and squirming.
“Didn’t she go to the bathroom?” Heidi whispered to Rick.
He shook his head no.
Chapter Six
So, What’s Going on With Laura?
Laura sat in her seat, squirming most of the way as the bus took them to the King’s Table for dinner. At the King’s Table, the students were allowed to get as much food as they wanted, but they had to get up and down of course to get it. None of the students were suffering as they approached the King’s Table except for Laura, who really seemed to be squirming badly now. Her legs were still not knocking, but her legs were rubbing, and her hand was between her legs.
“Laura, would you please take your hand out from between your legs,” Mr. Strictland asked her with a menacing smile. “It’s unlady-like and indecent.”
“I’m sorry, sir,” she complied by removing her hand, but her legs were still squirming, and you could see her face fall as she removed her hand, as though something she was trying to prevent was happening, but no one could see anything happening to her pants at that moment.
Mr. Strictland watched her face fall for a moment, but he nodded at her and just left her be as she continued to feel her face heat up, and her legs were kept closer together to hide something. Slowly, the students were taken off of the bus, and though there would be good reason to check Laura’s condition, the teachers didn’t check any of the students as they stepped off of the bus to get into the restaurant.
Three of the juniors that were with them, Heidi now had a clear look at them, had diapers on without any pants. She looked down wondering why they were forced to ride the bus like that let alone go into the restaurant like that. Two of the juniors were girls and one was a boy.
“I guess Sabrina and Heidi were not the only ones that wet,” David said loudly as they left the bus. “Maybe they should have been forced into diapers, too.”
“You better shut up,” Rick glared at him. “There was no excuse for you to take that place next to the teacher, and if it had not been for that, at least one of these ladies would probably have made it to the bathroom.”
“Oh, sure, whatever you say.”
“Kids, stop,” Mr. Strictland interrupted their fight. “What is done, is done. The students that deserve to be in diapers are wearing them.”
“Why don’t the juniors have skirts or pants on though?” Robyn asked looking at them with concern. “It’s bad enough for them if they have to wear diapers, but to show us all that they are in diapers is just mean.”
“We didn’t have time to get them into any pants before we left, but if any of you juniors want to get your clothes from the bottom of the bus and dress in the boys’ or girls’ room, it’s okay as long as you do not remove your diapers.”
The juniors, already wearing diapers out in the open for all to see, didn’t linger at the bus side to get their clothes. They saw no reason to hide what everyone had already seen, and as the students sat eating, Heidi noticed that Rick was looking at one of the girls in a diaper.
“What, do you find her situation interesting?” she asked him.
“Not, interesting,” he blushed. “But she is kind of cute like that.”
“She’s a high school student. How is that cute?” Heidi looked at him furiously.
“Well, it’s because she is a high school student, that’s kind of cute.”
“Really? What would you say if I told you I’m being forced to wear a diaper, too?”
“Are you really?”
“Yeah,” Heidi felt her face glow red.
“Well, the fact that you are allowed to hide it, kind of makes your situation different, doesn’t it? I mean, look at her. She’s so ashamed that she hasn’t looked up or smiled since we have arrived.”
“I see. So if the teachers forced me to publically show my diapers, you’d think I was cute?”
“Ah, but you are already lovely without needing to embarrass yourself,” Rick whispered to her. “I mean, yeah, I’d probably stare because it is cute if you are forced to wear a diaper in public display, but you don’t have to be in that situation for me to look at you because you are so lovely.”
“Oh,” Heidi blushed. “Well, stop staring at her, okay?”
“Whatever you say, ma’am.”
Heidi giggled.
Laura sat at the table, not going anywhere near the bathroom, and by then, she had stop squirming around as much. Actually, she was sitting so still, and didn’t even get up to get more food so that Heidi began to wonder if she had wet her pants at the table. She approached Laura and though Laura still looked dry, she offered to bring her more food.
“Would you like me to get you something?”
“That would be kind. Can you get me some bread and some steak and potatoes and some juice?”
“Sure.”
Now, Heidi was sure that Laura must be wet, and she must be somehow hiding it because she still couldn’t see it.
“Heidi, what did you think when you saw those three juniors in diapers,” Laura asked her slowly as Heidi sat the food down for her.
“Nothing, really,” Heidi said trying to think about how she would be able to say that she was in the same situation.
“Well,” Laura considered. “It’s too bad that they didn’t get to cover the diaper because if they had, no one else but the teacher would know. I mean, it’s bad enough to wet yourself, but for everyone to see you in a diaper….” She looked down.
“Yeah. That would be very embarrassing,” and Heidi wondered how she had gotten away without anyone realizing she was in one since she did come out to the bus without her skirt on.
“Well, I don’t think it would be right if anyone made fun of one of those girls, would you? I mean, even you and Sabrina did pee your pants in the hall, didn’t you?” she asked boldy.
“Yeah,” Heidi felt her face heat up some. “So you know I went, right?”
“It was hard to not notice. You smelled really bad when you finished.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. I’m sure you didn’t mean to do it. But aren’t you glad that no one thinks you are wearing diapers?”
“Yeah. That would be totally humiliating. Why are you bringing it up?”
“Well… um… nothing,” Laura looked down at her plate and started to eat.
Heidi turned to Robyn and started to talk to her.
“Do you really think he will get away with giving all the wet girls detention?” Robyn asked Heidi.
“I don’t know, but I’m going to tell my parents that I asked at least three times before I had an accident and see what they say about it.”
“Yeah, it was really unfair of him to do that to you, and that junior that had wet earlier before the program, well, she wasn’t even that wet. It’s no wonder someone like Sabrina got scared and just peed herself instead of asking to go. She’s always been very shy.”
“I know. You’d think it would be against the law for him to do this to us. This was even supposed to be a special time for us, but if senior skip day is going to be like this, what seniors are really going to go along with it without complaining?”
“I’m not. I’m telling my mom how we were treated whether I survive the whole trip without embarrassing myself or not. It’s plain wrong.”
“I agree.”
“Laura, you need to come with me,” Mr. Strictland suddenly appeared behind the three girls, Rick sitting across from them. “You need to be checked.”
“Oh, okay,” Laura smiled up at him. She looked from Heidi to Robyn and down at her pants for a moment before she stood up, her body visibly shaking and nervous for some reason.
“You aren’t wet, are you?” Robyn whispered to her thinking she must be scared of Mr. Strictland checking her.
Laura just stood up, and with determination, she rose out of her seat and started towards the bathrooms with Mr. Strictland. As she walked away, Heidi caught a glimpse of wetness that seemed to spread out the sides of her bottom, but her bottom wasn’t wet at all that she could see, and between her legs still looked somewhat dry.
“Did she just sit in something?” Rick asked as he stared after her peculiar butt that was wet on each side just below the buttocks. Her bottom also seemed to stick out a little less than it did a few hours ago as well, as though something had sucked the extra air or cushion out of her butt.
“I don’t know,” Heidi turned back to look at him rather than Laura’s peculiar wetness.
“I think we should go to those three juniors and say something kind,” Rick pointed at the three ignored kids whose classmates were now sitting as far from them as possible. “I think they are being bullied because of their condition.”
“What do you think we can do about it?” Heidi asked. “Mr. Strictland makes it seem like it’s our fault, and even if we try to comfort them, won’t their classmates just think we are babying them and treating them like little kids?”
“I don’t know. But I think it must be hard to be in their position and surely a kind gesture couldn’t hurt them.”
“You go then,” Robyn told him. “I don’t think it’s a good idea though, and I’m going to stay here and out of it. Even if it does any good, if Mr. Strictland sees you trying to be nice to them, he might have you checked or try to make you seem like you are wrong.”
“I say let him try. I don’t want to see those kids ignored for something that wasn’t their fault.”
Rick stood up and started to walk towards the three juniors that were sitting in nothing but a shirt and a diaper. He sat down started to talk with them, and soon had them laughing. Heidi thought it was very brave and kind of him, but she couldn’t follow him because she was already treading thin ice with Mr. Strictland considering she had been the worst one.
Laura came back with a small smile on her face, and still in her jeans that had a little wetness coming from the sides of her bottom. It was official that it must have been just something she had sat in, and there is no way she could be coming back from the toilets with a smile if she was wet. Mr. Strictland didn’t give any hints at all as to why he had to check Laura at just that time, but he didn’t check any of the other students.
As the students started to get up from the dinner table, to board the bus, Mr. Strictland called Sabrina, Heidi, and the three juniors to wait until everyone else was out of the restaurant.
“Since you five students cannot control yourselves, there is no reason for you to go to the bathroom and other people’s chances away from making it on time. You are to sit the rest of the program, and at the motel tonight, I’ll check on you kids and make sure you are in clean diapers to sleep.”
“Do we really have to wear diapers to bed?” Heidi asked him.
“Yes. If you can’t control yourself in the daytime, what makes you think I trust you to control yourself when you are asleep? I don’t want five wet beds in the night at the motel, so all of you kids who are wet will wear diapers tonight to sleep. Anyone found not in a diaper in the morning, or found to have not needed one after you had wet yourself while you are awake will get more detention.”
“That’s really mean, sir,” Heidi whispered. “We only had an accident because of the situation you put us in. If we were allowed to go, we wouldn’t have wet our pants.”
“Are you saying I should have treated you and all of your peers as children from the beginning rather than give you a chance to show that you are adults?”
Heidi dropped her head, her mouth wide in exasperation. He obviously didn’t get it. None of the students had done that because they are children. They were put in a situation that an adult couldn’t… then she remembered that he WAS an adult, and he wasn’t wet or make a big deal out of going….
Maybe, she started to think. Maybe she really was a little kid. Maybe she should have been able to wait. Heidi sighed and looked up at him with shiny eyes. “So, you are saying an adult could wait?”
“What do you think, Heidi? How many of your peers are wet?”
Heidi had to concede his point, and she whispered. “Alright. You win. I’ll go to detention and wear the diaper as you say, but please don’t tell everyone that we are babies. Please?”
“I won’t. That will be for you to prove to your peers yourself. If this is the truly the first time you’ve done something like this, and if it never happens again, I’m sure your peers will forget about it. But if you continue to do this at school on different days, then you are telling your peers yourself that you are little kids. Understand?”
Heidi nodded. |
Chapter Seven
Heidi was back on the bus again after the last part of the program, no one else seemed to have any problems during the last part of it. The bus now approached the hotel they would be staying at, and Mr. Strictland started breaking the students into groups of four to share rooms with. Heidi and Sabrina were placed with the two juniors in diapers.
Sabrina looked around at their room as they were allowed in with Mr. Strictland in tow. He had decided to drop them off last, and though there was a boy in the group who had to be put with three boys that had not embarrassed themselves, he had decided to let him be but he wanted to talk to the diapered young ladies.
“You girls,” Mr. Strictland started on them. “You need to be up front with me right now, or it could make things more difficult for you tomorrow, but if I know some personal information, it might make your day easier tomorrow.”
“What do you mean?” one of the juniors asked him.
“I mean, do any of you young ladies have bedwetting issues, or can I expect any one of you to be wet in during the bus ride home?”
The girls all looked from one to the other wondering why they should be questioned about something so infantile as bedwetting, but then they did all of them have an accident in her pants during the concert. Heidi looked up at him with shiny eyes.
“I’m sure that we were all just nervous under some stress because of the strange place and the strange rules. I don’t think any of us will wet the bed or wet on the bus on the way home.”
“Are you sure?” he raised an eyebrow and looked from girl to girl.
“Well, actually,” one of the juniors breathed heavily as she stepped forward. “I sometimes have accidents at night because my bladder isn’t completely developed according to the doctor.”
“Fair enough, so if you wet the bed tonight, it will not mean anything about tomorrow. Anyone else want to fess up now, or be held accountable in the morning if you are wet?”
The girls looked from one to another and satisfied, Mr. Strictland then had the girls sit on their beds around him while he explained what would happen for the night.
“As you four had wet your pants today, you will all wear the diaper, and in the morning, you must show me the diaper before you take it off. If you don’t or if it’s wet, with the exception of Susan here, you will be required to wear a diaper on the bus. The reason Susan will not be required to wear one if she wets, is she already told me she has night time accidents, so actually, if you are telling the truth, I expect to see your diaper soaked in the morning.”
The young ladies looked from him to each other and they sighed. He departed the room, and then the other junior who shared the room with Susan, Heidi, and Sabrina approached Susan with a smirk on her face.
“Are you serious? You really do pee the bed at night?”
Susan’s head looked down at her lap in shame.
“So what if she does,” Heidi spoke up. “If you are not going to offer support, then leave her alone. It was hard enough for her to admit it in front of us.”
Susan looked up at Heidi with grateful tearful eyes.
“Let’s get ready for bed,” Sabrina sighed as she removed her skirt showing the pink diaper she had on. Heidi did likewise and now all four girls were standing there in diapers.
“You should sleep on the floor,” the other junior told Susan. “No one wants you to wet on her if your diaper leaks.”
“That’s ridiculous,” Heidi told the other junior. If you are so worried about her diaper leaking, then sleep with Sabrina and I’ll sleep with Susan. It’s not like the bed isn’t big enough to keep away from her if you were really that worried about her wetting herself.”
“Yeah, and incase you forgot, you were wet today too, or you wouldn’t even be in this room with us, so get off of your high horse. Heidi, I think I should sleep with her.”
“Why?”
“Because, I—I’m more likely to have an accident than you are, and I… I… think it’s better.”
“What makes you say that?”
“I was scared to tell Mr. Strictland, but it hasn’t happened in a long while now, but I sometimes used to wet the bed too.”
“Well, you don’t anymore, do you?”
“I don’t honestly think you can say that because it’s only been about three months since my last accident, and the medicine I take sometimes hits or misses, and I don’t even have it with me today.”
“Okay, you two share one bed, and don’t worry if either of you wet, or the other doesn’t, okay? You are both in the same boat, and if this junior thinks she’s going to around school making fun of you, she’ll find something quite different to deal with. I promise.”
Soon, the four girls were their respective beds, and the long day coupled with the comfortable beds lulled them right to sleep.
In another room, Laura, Lillie, Robyn, and Cassie, a junior, were in one room, and for the first time, Laura was about to pull down her pants in front of another girl. She blushed a bit as she slipped the pants down and revealed a dry pink diaper. She looked from roommate to roommate waiting to see what was to come from it, but no one said a word. They simply looked.
“Okay, well, Mr. Strictland knows I have a kidney problem, so I’ve been in a diaper all day,” she admitted to them.
“I knew it,” Robyn whispered. “There is no way anyone could have waited as long as you did. And when we saw the wetness on your bottom at dinner, that was because your diaper had leaked?”
“Yeah.”
“Don’t worry, no one here is interested in ruining your social life,” Lillie smiled at her. Even the junior will not say anything if she knows what is good for her.”
Laura smiled at them all and climbed into a bed.
“You will sleep with Laura,” Robyn told the younger girl. “If you put up any fuss, we’ll force you to have accidents at school so you will feel humiliated, so I suggest you don’t.”
“I’m not,” Cassie said her brown hair hanging over her face to cover up her uncomfortable-looking face. “But why am I the one that has to sleep with her?”
“Because you are younger than us, so it’s more likely you’ll pee your pants than it is for one of us, and since Laura has trouble with her kidneys, she’ll probably wet the bed by accident.”
Cassie nodded knowing that that was likely, but she hadn’t wet her bed since she could remember. She didn’t want anyone to think she was a bed-wetter.
Soon, the hotel rooms were all quiet, five girls and one boy in a diaper, and the other students in regular clothes, were all sleeping.
Sabrina felt the junior girl move in her sleep towards her and the gesture made her smile despite the chances that the other girl might wet enough to leak through her diaper and get some on her. She just pulled the year younger girl towards her, and put a comforting arm around her and drifted back to sleep.
Morning came very quickly, and Heidi woke quietly and moved off towards the bathroom before the others awoke. She could feel her pussy tingling with the pleasurable but urgent pressure to pee. She walked into the bathroom and started to try to untape the diaper to pee in the toilet. She realized as she pulled the diaper apart, that she wouldn’t be able to put it back together right because the tape was tearing the diaper, but at least she was able to pee. Mr. Strictland would just have to understand, and she’d show him the dry diaper, but when she finished, she was going to get a bath and put on some regular big girl panties since the thing was ruined.
Outside the bathroom, in the two beds, three girls slept on without notice of the waking world. Susan didn’t realize anything as strong orange pee sprayed past her lips and into the pink diaper that quickly changed colors to reveal it was getting wet. She didn’t let up in her stream at all even once it started, and the forceful peeing caused the diaper to flood so much, that some of the pee started to find the leg holes and leaked down them starting to dampen the bed next to Sabrina.
Not more than a few minutes after Sabrina’s legs felt the damp familiar moisture that they were used to, then did she also start to pee in her diaper until it was starting to bulge out. Her pee was more unsure of itself, and only peed in spurts as though trying to keep watch and make sure it wasn’t caught escaping into the dark place that should have been soft cotton panties after so many months dry, but instead was the mix of plastic and padded filling of a diaper. This very unusual material did give the pee a bit more confidence, and as the girl slept on without realizing it, the pee soon filled it up.
The other junior, now starting to wake, noticed that Heidi was missing and the bathroom door was closed. She crossed her legs and walked slowly to the bathroom door.
“Excuse me, how long will you be in there?” she called through the door. “I have to pee kind of bad out here.”
“Okay, just a minute and after I get the soap out of my hair, I’ll open the door for you,” Heidi responded through the shower. She kicked herself wondering why she didn’t just leave it unlocked, after all, they were all girls in the room.
The junior grasped her privates hard through the diaper trying to keep it dry. The noises of her dancing around and then calling out to see when the toilet would be available caused Susan and Sabrina to stir.
The two girls, already wet and sure that Mr. Strictland would be much crueler to them if they removed their diapers before he checked, just laid there in the bed. They looked at each other, both ashamed as the younger girl realized she had leaked out of her diaper, and Sabrina knowing as soon as she stood up, the others would see that despite three months of being dry, she had wet the bed again.
“Please hurry,” the other junior called through the door. “I’m going to wet the diaper, and then Mr. Strictland will think I wet he bed and kill me for lying about it.”
“I’m trying to. Just hold on another minute,” Heidi said as she grabbed for a towel to dry her eyes so she could see to go unlock the door.
Sabrina smiled towards the other junior, kind of glad to see that she was in trouble for the way she was treating Susan the night before, but also kind of sorry for her that she was in that situation.
Finally, the door opened, and the junior ran past Heidi to the toilet. Heidi went back to her shower while the other junior used the toilet without bothering to close the door. When she realized that pulling the diaper apart possibly meant not being able to fix it again, she sighed thinking that there must be something she could do to convince the strict teacher that she had not just disobeyed him and removed it. Maybe she could get it to fit around her still, held up by a pair of panties or something. That’s what she decided to try as she came out of the bathroom and search through her clothes.
Heidi came out of the bathroom putting the dry diaper on the bed where she slept in open sight so that Mr. Strictland could see it was dry. Then she put on some clean panties.
“Why don’t you do the same since you peed in the toilet and ruined the diaper you had on?” Heidi asked the girl. “It’ll feel a lot better to be cleaned up after what happened yesterday, and he’ll know you didn’t wet if you show the diaper open on the bed.”
“He told us not to take them off though, and to be wearing them when he came in. You might get in more trouble for taking the diaper completely off.”
“But what can he really do to me? He can see I didn’t use it or wet the bed.”
Sabrina sat up, keeping the blankets over her.
“Aren’t you going to use the bathroom?” Heidi asked her in a whisper.
“No, I already did it in the diaper.”
“Oh, no. And you told him you didn’t have accidents last night. He’s going to punish you, you know.”
“I know.”
“You should have told him that you pee the bed,” the other junior told Sabrina.
“No, she shouldn’t,” Heidi told the other girl. “You don’t know anything about it, so shut up and stay out of this. Sabrina, maybe I can talk to him for you. You have been doing really good lately, right?”
Sabrina nodded. “It’s been three months since my last accident in my sleep.”
“If we tell him that, he might reconsider punishing you.”
Susan hugged her bunk mate and whispered to her. “Or you can just remove the diaper and tell him you went in the night, and couldn’t get the thing back on right, and then I wet the bed and got it on you. It’s true that I leaked when I wet.”
“No, it’s better to tell the truth,” Sabrina shook her head. She had had enough experience knowing that lying, especially to Mr. Strictland was a much worse idea than facing whatever he had in mind as punishment for her having an accident in her sleep.
Just as the girls were discussing what to do, he opened their door and walked in without knocking. “Heidi, where is your diaper?”
“It’s on the bed over there.”
“It’s dry. Why did you take it off?”
“I had to pee badly this morning and though that since I didn’t wet the bed, you wouldn’t be too angry if I just took a shower and changed into some clean panties.”
“Come here, then,” he called her. “Your bedding is dry?”
“Yes, sir, it is.”
“Go get some pants on.”
He then approached the other girl that was up, the other junior. He noticed she had put some panties on over the diaper to try to keep it together.
“So you managed to stay dry too?”
She nodded.
“Go get a shower and then put on some clean panties and some pants.”
The girl nodded and gathered some clean clothes to take to the bathroom.
“Okay, I know Susan is probably wet, so it’s your turn young lady. Get up and let me see.”
“Sir?” Heidi tried to smooth the ice before he looked at what had happened.
“What is it?”
“Sabrina and I’ve been friends for a long time, and she used to wet the bed all the time….”
“Are you trying to tell me something that to make it easier for her?” he asked her his eyebrow raised in his usual questioning fashion.
“Well, yes sir. You see, she takes medicine, and she normally doesn’t wet anymore, but still, with all the stress and stuff, well, can’t you just cut her some slack this time because she normally doesn’t wet the bed.”
“Then you know she’s wet?”
“Yeah, she told me.”
“Get out of bed, Sabrina.”
Sabrina complied with her head hung.
“Well, since you are in a wet diaper, there is only one answer for that.”
Sabrina and Heidi both watched him carefully to see what he would do about it.
“Since you still do not have complete control over your body, and the trip back to school is still a few hours away even with smooth traffic, I want you to wear a diaper on the bus. You and Susan both will wear one, but as long as you don’t make it a big deal, no one else will know you are in one. As for the other two girls, I will not make you wear a diaper, but if you chose to wear panties, and then you pee yourself, you will be in more trouble.”
Within the next couple of hours, the high school students were soon on the bus and ready to go back to the school. This is the end of the Senior Trip, but I may be using the same characters in another situation very soon. |
This may very well be my last story, but I hope you enjoy it.
In a forest close to their home, two similar fairies sat down together: Viola, and Alanna. They both were completely naked, just like the fairy that Cyrus saw, while one shared the gift of red hair and the other with blue. They both sat down in front of each other, with their legs tucked in a fold, but spread beside their hips so their vulva could touch the ground.
"Are you sure it will come today?" Viola asks. "I don't feel anything."
"Don't worry, it'll come. The seeds are never late." Alanna reassures.
It was a gift given to all fairies; the seeding ritual of life. During their contact with various plants, they are magically given a seed. This seed is implanted within their vagina, where it grows and develops into maturity. And one day, on the 450th sun, they joyfully give birth to the seed with great amounts of pleasure.
"I only wish Glarial was missing." Alanna laments. "I'm really worried for her. She still has to complete her seed ritual as well!"
"Don't worry sister," Viola reassures. "I'm sure Nissfey will find her."
"Yeah, I hope so." Alanna brightes up. "At least the ritual will give her some pleasure."
Soon a little whimsical look crosses Alanna's face as she looks at Viola. She sticks her little tongue out, before bringing out the question.
"So Viola, are you a bit excited? This is your first seeding birth, and you never really felt it before."
"Oh, you don't know how I feel! I'm both excited and nervous!" She joyfully remarks. "It's... oh!"
Viola quickly touches her pubic area, feeling a quick sweep of pleasure like a bolt of lightening.
"It's comming!" Alanna whimsically calls. "Mine will be soon too!"
Soon Viola felt another bolt of pleasure pass through her private area. And soon another bolt echoed through her vaginal area. And another! Viola couldn't speak anymore; the pleasure was too great! She started rocking from side to side, which increased her feelings even more! It spread from her vulva past her legs, and even up to her breasts! The pleasure was so great that Viola could easily convey it being twice as better than an orgasm. And the pleasure just didn't seem to stop! It seemed to continue on forever and ever!
In truth, only Viola knew a few things about sex and orgasms, because she used to be a human at one stage. She even used to be a boy once, but she had to change gender because all fairies are female. But even though without a partner, Viola still masterbated on her own to just give a little pleasure. It seemed like a natural gift that everyone could engage in. It's easy to say that she never felt any guilt or shame when masterbating, even in front of her fellow fairies.
While within her stream of pleasure, Viola saw that Alanna was within hers as well. Her eyes were closed and her mouth open in pleasure, and she swayed her body from side to side. Soon, Viola also noticed something else: she was grazing her fingers across her body. They began at the top of her body (where her collarbone was), and slowly started sliding down. Viola saw how each finger kinked up a bit as they went over the nipple of her breast. Then they would slowly slide down the edge of her small breasts, before the finger tips dipped into her navel. Viola saw how they drew across the whole slant of her navel - from top to bottom. And once past her navel, they would all slide into the top of her vulva slit, before disappearing inbetween her legs for a little while.
Viola knew she had to try this out as well. She began at the top and copied everything down, but she knew she had to put extra emphasis on her navel. It was a sacred area she always caressed each time she masterbated. But once her finger tips merely touched her breasts, a spark of lightening instantly sparked throughout her entire body. The pleasure was so great that she couldn't see anymore! Her eyes were closed tight, but she could feel her head tilted back as far as it could go. Her indigo-colored hair streamed past her transparent wings and down to her perfectly curved buttocks.
'This is 10 times more pleasent than an orgasm!' she thought with glee.
Soon, Viola starts to feel a spray of urine pass through her pee hole. When did it start? She didn't care. All she could think of was the feeling it gave her uthera and vulva, as it soaked the dirt around her bottom. She could even feel a bit sprinkling back on her vulva, and some even as high as her pubic patch. But she didn't care. She only knew how well a little pee could make her feel.
And then she quickly feels something pass from one vaginal room to another. It must've been the seed. The pleasure started to intensify, and Viola could only concentrate on caressing her navel. Was she still peeing? It didn't matter! Her whole body was pulsing like aftershocks from an earthquake! She quickly leaps up from her spot before twirling around in the air as she gracefully floats to the ground, all the while caressing her entire body.
"Oh my Gaia..." she screamed in joy.
When she landed she started massaging dirt into her body, just to do anything for pleasure! But the waves soon died down, and the pleasure started to slowly fade away. Soon, it was little more than an ordinary orgasm.
Viola looked back to where she and Alanna were sitting, and saw only 2 little saplings around a moist yellow soil. She looked up and actually saw Alanna high up in a tree, rubbing her vulva slightly against the branch.
"Oh Alanna..." She flutters up to her location.
"It's absolutely beautiful, isn't it?" Alanna says as she continues rubbing her vulva. "It's truly a gift from Gaia. The ability to grow plants with so much pleasure."
Viola's mouth could only water when she thought about it. Even her hands that were still around her navel were a sign.
"But I also felt myself pee uncontrolably." Viola curiously added. "I'm a little bit worried, because in the future it might be embaressing."
"Oh don't worry, it's all natural." Alanna reassures. "We don't have control of our lower body when the seed comes out. Our pee is merely part of it, that's all."
"Oh ok." Viola nods, although deep down she still felt a little scared. Peeing was embaressing for a fairy if they saw someone peeking who wasn't a fairy. But as long as they were wishing good luck, they were able to freely do it.
Alanna gives one last rub against the branch - maybe a bit harder than the rest - before taking Viola's hand and floating down to where they began. They could only joke about how their final moments carried them off to various locations. A sub-concious act of pleasure, so they say. But who could argue about it's captivating pleasure?
At the bottm, they could see their previous locations were they began their seeding rituals. There were 2 small little saplings coming from where they sat in front of each other. And below them was a vast yellow patch of soil that was moistened for the seeds. It should give enough water to the saplings until the next rain fall. And after alot of years to come, these little saplings will grow into wonderful trees or plants.
"Look how well they formed!" Alanna points. "Our seeds came out of us so well!"
"Next year, I'll be sure to complete it again!" Viola immediately affirms.
"Aww..."
Alanna affectionately draws Viola close, pressing her breasts and belly-button against hers. Viola gladly follows and wraps both arms around her body, while pressing her wet pubic patch against the starting point of Alanna's slit. Their lips come together in a kiss, as their mouthes open slightly and allow their lips to part a bit. And that was it; they let go and drew away from each other.
Some people never knew, but kissing was only an affectionate custom for a fairy. In reality, It doesn't actually mean they were both in love, but it only is a way of carrying out their affections for each other. After all, a fairy's heart is far bigger than a human heart. They are truely creatures of love. |
Hello everyone, this is my first fic anyway. It contains humiliation, wetting and lolican, so you should only read it if you are in to lolican.
And excuse my grammer, i´m not from england or something!
The ring was belling for break. The fifth lesson was over. Julia did feel the urge to pee a little bit, but like so often, simply ignored the feeling. On the playground of the school the pupils play catching and hiding on like everyday. So after Julia was getting a good place behind a tree to hide from Timmy who was searching, she realized her growing need again. She hasn´t be at the toilet since the day had started. By crossing her legs instinctly and bending over a little bit, she continue hiding from Timmy because she doesn´t want to get trapped. Starting shake her butt around a little too, she was just observed by her classmate Sarah from another bush.
“Oh no!”, Julia thougts to her mind. Sarah was known for bullying people everywhere she get a chance to. By the fear of getting shown up from her that she need to pee, it happened, a first hot tiny spurt shoot into her little pink panties.
Julias face getting bride red and she bends over again to stop the flow. At this moments, Timmy jumps around the tree and say “caught” to the desperate looking girl.
“Everything ok with you?” he asked completely clueless, after Julia didn´t know what to say.
“I´m fine” she lied, by try acting like a “normal” chield when she removed her legs to a normal position.
The ring belt for the sixth lesson. It was English with the strict teacher Mrs Wallensen. She wouldn´t let her going on toilet, after having such a long time at break and coming late was also a very bad idea. So she went in the school with all the other students and take her seat in the classroom in the last line like nothing was going on with her.
The lesson startet. By sitting on the chair, she felt that the front of her panties were really soaked. Julia started to press her legs tightly together and rubbing up and down on the chair. She checked out the crotch of her blue jeans, nothing was visible until now. After that, Julia realized a mean view from Sarah threw the classroom, who was watching her and whisper something in the ear from her neighbor.
She was getting a little in panic and her cheeks start grewing red again.
Her urge to pee grew more and more. Julia now was holding her crotch and shifting her positions very showy. Crossing and uncrossing her legs too, she was hoping that the lesson would fast get over. She couldn´t concentrate on the lesson anymore, so Mrs Wallensen notice.
“Julia come to the blackboard please!”
Julia shocked. She startet to pee her pants. She felt the hot liquid shoot into her already soaked panties und going threw her jeans into her crotch und under her ass. She could stop it after a few seconds by crossing her legs thight together.
“Julia I don´t will say it again!” said Mrs Wallensen with an intimidating voice.
“No… I ca.. can´t.” she stutter quitly, still shaking a little for not start to pee again.
“What does this mean little girl?”
“That mean she peed her pants” Sarah scream threw the class, loud lauthing after it.
Julia didn´t say anything, she just looking sad on the ground. She was nearly in tears , sitting in her warm and wet pants, caught by her teacher, disgraced in front of the whole class and still have to pee a bit.
After checking Julia and her soaked pants, Mrs Wallensen said: “So little pantswetter, let´s go to the nurse to change your clothes”
Julia stand up, completely humiliated, and show´s her wet jeans to the class. The damage was in the front of her crotch and a huge wet spot was on her cute little butt.
On the corridor on the way to the nurse Mrs Wallensen asked her: “Why don´t you went on toilet when you have to go, you could ask me like everyone else!”
“I don´t know” Julia said sad. She doesn´t want to say her teacher that she was too busy in playing at the break to go on toilet.
“Here a little pantywetter again” said Mrs Wallensen when she brought Julia to the nurse.
Julia said nothing, standing there and crossed her legs again. She felts the now cold wet parts from her peed jeans on her clammy skin.
After Mrs Wallensen leaving back to class, Julia wetting her pants again. Still legscrossed, she just let the rest out and “refreshed” her jeans in front of the nurse. It going down her legs and let grow the wet spot on her ass a lot. A puddle formed under her at the ground of the nurse-office. Julia just was sadly looking down, a tear went down her cheeks.
The nurse started to grumple: “Stupid little Miss Pissy Pants! Why don´t you go to the toilet like everybody else at your age! Come on, go to the toilet now, before you wet your pants again and again!”
Julia now went threw the school with her totally soaked jeans.The corridor was empty, because everyone was in class thankfully. She felt the wet parts of her peed pants step by step, until she reaches the toilet. There she was, but now she don´t has to go anyway…
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Julia get back to the office. It was not such an unnormal thing that something like this happened to her, so she had clothes for changing already at school. Last week she wet her bed two times and one accident happened when she was playing outside.
So when she get back to the nurse, the puddle was missing and she had already took out her changing clothes. Julia put down her completely soaked jeans and her wet pink panties and put on her fresh clothes.
After that she went back in the class, to take a few shamed last minutes of the lesson. At home her first target was to get her peed stuff into the washing maschine, without getting caught.
“Hey honey, how was the school?” her mother asked when she get threw the door.
“Was okey… Nothing special” Julia lied when she fastly pass the corridor of the house. Her mother should not realize that she was wearing a different pants. But she did.
“Come over here” she called her daughter.
“Where are your jeans from this morning, did you pee in your pants one more time?”
“It´s… No… Yes” Julia said quitly, starring ashamed on the ground. Her was getting clear that she couldn´t hide the true anyway.
“Oh Julia, little daughter. What was wrong, why didn´t you go to toilet?”
“I don´t know, it was during the lesson”
“It´s ok, just give me your dirty clothes that I could do them into the washing maschine.”
…
The rest of the day Julia did spent in front of the television, watching her favorite tv-shows. The next day went very normal at school, nobody teases her much because of her accident last day, instead of Sarah a bit. “Everything dry today?” was her only mean comment. Julia just ignored it.
On the afternoon, Julia went home fast, she don´t want to miss the continuation of her favorite tv-show´s. “That will be very exciting!” she thought to her mind. Quickly she run threw the corridor as she arrived at home, because it already started. Her mother recognized her arriving.
“Hey darling, how was your day at school?” she asked in her daily routine, when she get into the living room, where Julia already was watching television.
“Fine mum”
“Anything happened I have to know about?”
“No”
“Nothing special, like yesterday for example?”
“Mum, just let me watch tv!” she grumbled a little annoyed.
“Stupid mum, the show has already started” Julia thought. By coming down a bit, her feeling comes back she did dispress since the last half hour. She had to pee, she remembered and not much less. Then she felt that her panties are cold and already… yeah already wet a bit! Did she pees in her panties in excitement for the great afternoon she planned?
Julia was getting a little bit in panic, during she did realizing how bad she need to go now and that she already leak a bit! But she doesn´t want to miss a bit of the show, it was the final episode, so she will have to go during advertising. The show was going on, while Julia was sitting on her knees, enjoing watch tv. She was holding her crotch under her blue jeans-like mini-skirt and bouncing up and down. Threw her red leggings she was wearing today, she could feel her could wet panties she peed in already. Her crotch was visible wet a bit, of course, but that was hidden under her skirt. This time, mum may should not get caught her wet herself. It would be too embarrassing that she pees her pants one day after another she did it.
When the long expected advertising was coming, she instinctively ran to the toilet room. Locked! It was her bigger sister Sandra, who was taking a shower after her gymnastic courses. That was not was Julia did finally expected. She crossed her legs in front of the door, jiggle around a bit and knock on the door.
“Go away, I´m taking a shower” Sandra shouted threw the bathroom.
Julia was very desperate at this moment, but then she heard that advertising was over and the show continued. “Hmm I have to hold on until the next advertising started.” she thought. Back again in front of the television, Julia was taking place again on the ground. It was getting harder for her to hold on. By starting change positions, she was getting nervous a bit.
“I´m ready, you can go now!” her sister called.
Julia affrighted a bit. Two seconds she lost control until she regained it by pressing her legs tight together. Her panties get wet and warm in the front again and it was harder to hold back the rest of the hot liquid.
“It´s okey, it´s not so bad” she lied, by trying to look not so desperate she actually was.
“I could not pee my pants, not again” she thought, “but I don´t want to miss this show!”.
Her childish behavior was making the situation clearly more and more tricky. Julia was touching her butt to check if something leaked threw her skirt. Nothing wet she feels. A bit relieved she did continue watching. She now was changing her positions every half minute, bouncing on the carpet and jiggling her butt threw the air. When her mum did pass the living room, Julia recognized it and tried to sit still.
“Have you done your homework darling?”
“No, I´ll do it after my show mum.” Julia answered annoyed again. But she couldn´t sit still at all, she sat on her knees and jiggled around a bit. Her mother knows her well when she needs to go.
“Do you… need to pee or something?” her mother asked her in a very strict voice.
Julia was getting bright red. “No I do not!”, she said when she tried to sit still again.
“Okey. Hopefully!” her mother said when she leaved.
One second after she left the room, Julia spurted in her panties, this time a lot more. She could regain control after seconds, but now she feels how the hot pee going down her buttcheeks, flooding her leggings and her skirt. “Nooo No Nooo” she thought, after checking the damage by touching her butt again. She did have a really big wet spot on her ass now, but did not pee on the carpet. So she could still do hide her accident by hiding her wet ass from her mum. If she could do that until it dry out and nobody would smell, she don´t would be get caught maybe. But she still had to go.
The show was going on. Julia did hide her wet ass by sitting on her knees and it worked; Sandra was going threw the living room and didn´t notice anyway that her little sister sitting there with peed pants. But Julia started to feel uncomfortable about her sticky wet ass which was getting cold. And her urge to pee didn´t get more less, she had to act!
During Julia waited for the next advertising, she jiggled around on the ground in her wet clothes, trying not to show her butt anyway. Advertising started, now she had to go threw the corridor very fast and not getting caught from anyone. Julia checked out the situation, her mother was in the kitchen next to the corridor, her sister was upstairs. She had to go pass the kitchens door, which was open, to get to the toilet. When she did pass the corridor, her mother did call her into the kitchen bad luckily. Julia went into the frame of the kitchen door.
“What´s up with your homework now? I want you to get ready for dinner.” Her mother asked when she doing some kitchen stuff for the dinner.
“I will start it in a few minutes, just let me finish watch my show please mum!”
Julia was squirm her legs tightly together, shake around a little bit. Her mother notice…
“What´s wrong with you, did you hiding something from me?” her mother asked, already suspected a big wet mistake caused of her childish behavior.
“Nothing mum” Julia said afraid. She wanted to get backward out of the door into the corridor.
“Turn around little girl, show me your butt!”
That’s when Sandra came downstairs, seeing the big wet spot on the back of her skirt.
“I think our little pantypisser does need some new clothes mum!” Sandra shouted, mocking her little sister.
Julia now was completely humiliated. Her plan failed clearly. Now her mother saw how her red leggings darkened under her skirt, her legs still tight pressed together. She peeing her pants now in front of her big sister and her mother. “How embarrassing” she thought. Her red legging-pants was getting really warm and wet. Julia started to cry.
“Ohhh Julia, I´ve told you to go on toilet in time!” her mother grumbled a bit.
“I know” Julia sobbed. “I didn´t want to miss something…” |
A Fortunate Accident
Male desperation/ wetting and a little bit of boy-boy romance if you turn it upside down and shake it real hard.
*****
“Okie dokie then! It looks like everything is ready to go, right Hari?” Shigure said as Hatori slammed the car trunk closed. It had barely fit over everyone’s bags.
“Everything is packed if that’s what you mean,” Hatori said with a soft yawn, “But we’re missing someone.” Tohru looked around. Shigure was sitting in the car sideways with his legs hanging out the door. Hatori was leaning casually against the trunk and Kyou was leaning against a tree a little ways from the car. Yuki was missing.
“Well, well, it looks like our little Yuki decided to sleep in…” Shigure chuckled.
“I thought you said you woke him up?” Hatori asked Shigure irritably.
“I did. For about five seconds. I set his alarm to give him an extra thirty minutes, since he was packed already and he gets ready fast,” Shigure shrugged, “He probably slept through it again. Kyou?”
“What?” the redheaded boy asked irritably, shoving his hands in his pockets with a glare at his dog-cursed guardian.
“Go get Yuki will you? If he punches you, you can take it,” Shigure said with a silly smile. Kyou growled at such things, kicking a rock.
“Fine, fine…I’ll go get that damn rat…” he grumbled, turning towards the house.
“Thank you!!!” Shigure called out in a sing-song voice as Kyou walked into the house.
Secretly, Kyou was pleased to be able to go and wake up his cousin. Yuki had always been of great interest to Kyou, ever since they were children. As he moved through the living room, a faint echo of guilt gnawed at him when the memory of the first time he met Yuki floated through his mind. Yuki was a very pretty child, but he was the Rat. Kyou had been unnecessarily mean to the little boy for that reason. Kyou remembered how those hopeful lavender orbs filled with tears. Kyou had felt conflicted and ran away. Yuki was more of a mouse than a rat. Still, Kyou found something mesmerizing about the way Yuki’s eyes would well up with tears. As they got older, Kyou saw the reaction less and less. Yuki became withdrawn for whatever his reasons and Kyou stopped seeing any sort of reaction from Yuki at all. The smiles were fake, he never looked upset, and he seemed to distance himself from everyone.
Kyou sighed and ran his fingers through his hair as he headed up the stairs. As soon as he found himself in the hallway, he could hear the shrill ring of his cousin’s alarm clock. He shook his head as he walked to the door. How Yuki managed to sleep though that every morning was beyond him. He wasn’t even in the room yet and he was already developing a headache. He wanted to get this over with so the ringing would stop. He opened the door and was stunned by what he found.
He’d never been in Yuki’s room before, there was no reason to. He’d expected everything to be neat and organized, not a pencil out of place. Instead…he found a teenaged boy’s room. There were books laying open, dirty clothes on the floor, and a few water glasses sitting around various surfaces. Yuki himself was curled up in a gorgon’s knot of blankets, his head jammed under a pillow while his alarm screamed next to him.
Kyou pressed the button on the top to stop the wailing thing and turned his attentions to his cousin again. He sighed, wondering if he was going to need to start ducking punches.
“Hey. Get up, or we’ll leave you here,” Kyou grumbled, prodding his cousin’s shoulder. Yuki groaned and rolled away, tangling himself further in the blankets. Kyou sighed. This is going to be harder than I thought. He ran his hand through his hair and walked around the bed, trying to figure out where the source of Yuki’s sheet tangle came from. Once he found it, he carefully unwrapped Yuki from the blankets and tossed them aside. Yuki whimpered at this and curled into a ball. A slight smile played on Kyou’s lips; Yuki was cute.
“Hey, Yuki. Come on, get up. We’re leaving now,” he said, shaking Yuki’s shoulder. After much groaning and more prodding, Yuki’s eyes opened to half mast. He looked dazed and Kyou knew he was only half awake. Kyou kept prodding enough to get Yuki to sit up; his pretty purple eyes still sleep fogged. Shaking his head, Kyou went over to Yuki’s drawer and grabbed a pair of jeans and a shirt from his closet. He set them next to Yuki, who started to get dressed automatically. Kyou blushed and turned around.
It wasn’t like he’d never seen Yuki naked before, what with how often they transformed around each other, but this was different. Yuki didn’t even know he was changing and Kyou felt like enough of a pervert as it was just being in the room. He was contemplating peeking to see if Yuki had finished dressing himself or not when he felt a sudden pressure against his shoulder. He turned and found that Yuki had pressed his forehead there and started sleeping again. A faint blush tickled Kyou’s cheeks as he gently guided his sleepy cousin off of him, then down to the car.
“Awww bless him, Yuki is still asleep,” Shigure laughed. Kyou scoffed and rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, yeah, and it was annoying as hell to get him out of bed. Can we go now?” Kyou said irritably as Yuki leaned against him, sleeping again. Shigure just laughed in agreement and soon everyone was piling into the car.
Kyou contested to giving Tohru a window seat, since he knew she’d like to watch the scenery, and slid into the middle seat. He’d hoped that by giving Yuki the remaining window seat, he’d stop sleeping on his shoulder and lean against the window instead. Much to Kyou’s slight aggravation, that did not happen. Apparently, his shoulder was a lot more comfy than the hard, cold window, and Yuki sleepily cuddled against his arm, making a soft, sad whimpering noise when Kyou tried to shoo him off. Sighing, Kyou just relaxed in defeat and let Yuki use his shoulder for a pillow until whenever Yuki decided to join the land of the living.
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It was some hours later that Yuki started to wake up. All he knew that he was hitting that incredibly annoying moment of consciously sleeping. He knew he was sleeping, and he would rather like to get back to doing so thank you very much. He determinedly kept his eyes closed as he nuzzled against the warm, firm thing that was acting as his pillow for the moment. However, his body seemed to have other ideas. A heavy, uncomfortable pressure was pressing down in his lower abdomen, making him shift his hips to try and get comfortable.
“Hey, if you’re gonna wake up, couldja please do it already?” Kyou’s voice snapped from above Yuki a moment later. His eyes snapped open as his brain tried to process the utter confusion. He looked up and quickly took in his surroundings. He was in a car and using Kyou’s arm as a pillow. Mortified, he sat up sharply but only succeeded in banging his head hard against the glass window. He bit down on the inside of his cheek to keep from crying out, but he couldn’t stop his hands from flying back to cover the point of pain on the back of his head.
“Oh gosh, Yuki! Are you okay?” Tohru fretted, leaning over in her seat to look at Yuki with worry. Kyou just started to laugh, which made Yuki growl in irritation and embarrassment.
“Oh shut up you stupid cat,” he grumbled, rubbing the back of his head.
“Hey, I’m not the idiot who slammed his head into a window,” Kyou chuckled.
“Shut up or I’ll slam your head into a window, stupid cat,” Yuki snapped at him, still grouchy from waking up and hurting himself.
“Call me stupid again and I’ll---”
“Both of you knock it off!” Hatori snapped from the driver’s seat. Both boys immediately faced forward.
“Good. Do not fight in this car. Wait until we get to the lake house,” Hatori said sternly. It was a tone that held unquestionable authority, making Yuki and Kyou grumble and turn away from each other.
“You should move in with me, Hari, I can’t get them to stop! My house has sustained so much damage…” Shigure whined.
“Well maybe you should learn how to be a better parental figure,” Hatori sighed, which prompted more whining on Shigure’s part.
Yuki sighed in irritation and looked out the window at the scenery passing by while Shigure and Hatori argued. This is why I hate car trips. And whose bright idea was it to stick me next to that stupid cat in the first place? He thought as they drove along. The trees and cars passed by as Yuki stared dully out the window, wondering how long he’d been asleep and how much longer they had to go until they got there. He yawned, still drowsy from waking up only a little while ago. Might as well just go back to sleep until we get there. He thought with a soft sigh. He leaned against the window and closed his eyes, relaxing. That only lasted for a second or two. The moment his body fell into a relaxed state, he was sharply reminded of what woke him up in the first place by a sudden pang in his bladder. Ugh…Crap…he thought, pressing his thighs together. He nibbled his lip and shifted, trying to get comfortable.
For Yuki, this was probably the worst thing that could possibly happen while on a road trip. He was the responsible one, the straight A student, and class rep for his first year in high school. He went before he got into cars. Only…he didn’t remember even getting into this particular car. Was it his fault that someone had taken advantage of his sleepy state and shoved him in a car before he had a chance to use the bathroom? He wondered how long it would take to get to the lake house. He hadn’t gone since before dinner last night and he’d had a lot to drink the night before. Needless to say, he needed a bathroom pretty badly.
Yuki bit his cheek against the small, frustrated sound that wanted to escape as he shifted again. This isn’t good, he thought, I would be fine right now if I’d been able to go before I left. I had at least three cups of tea at dinner, plus water after. He had to bite his cheek again and cross his ankles at the thought of how much liquid his bladder was trying to contain. It wasn’t comfortable, not at all, but it wasn’t exactly an emergency either. I can make it to the lake house, I’ve been sleeping awhile. We shouldn’t be all that far away. He thought. Yuki shifted quickly, pressing his legs together a little tighter as his bladder gave a menacing throb, protesting his train of thought. But… he’d been in worse pains before; Yuki knew he’d be able to deal fine with this.
An hour later, Yuki was not dealing as fine as he’d hoped. The pressure in his bladder had gone from uncomfortable to agonizing. And it relentlessly demanded to be relived. Yuki, on the other hand, was in no power to answer that need. Instead, he just wriggled and tapped his foot now and then, or squirmed and crossed his ankles, tensing his abdominals against the thrashing contractions of his bladder. He still hadn’t made any noise; the inside of his cheek had gone numb from how often he bit it to keep from doing so. Oh my God, I have to go so bad! I’ve never had to go this bad in my life! He thought as he bit his cheek again, then his lip, as he wiggled slightly in his seat. Nervously, he glanced at everyone else in the car to see if they’d noticed. Hatori seemed to be focused on driving, Shigure focused on babbling. Tohru was looking out the window opposite, and Kyou was listening to music. Yuki nibbled at his lip and looked out the window again. He was safe for now, but he wasn’t sure how much longer he could put up with this. His stomach was starting to hurt from all the pressure. I wonder how long until we get there? How long have we been in the car? We usually have to stop for gas on this trip…Yuki thought with the last bit of his mind that wasn’t focused on keeping himself in control. He nervously looked around for any clues he could pick up on, for he certainly didn’t want to ask. If he did, he knew Hatori would ask why he’d asked, and then the whole car would know. Yuki blushed at the thought. He couldn’t have that; it was far too embarrassing.
Much to Yuki’s dismay, Shigure chose that moment to offer Hatori some kind of unhealthy snack food, which the doctor declined. Yuki felt his stomach drop, which did not help his bladder at all. He knew Tohru didn’t buy those sorts of snacks, as she was very health conscious and careful with what she let them eat. The only explanation was that they must have already stopped while he was asleep. Ugh, no…they must have gotten gas already… Why does the universe hate me so badly? Ngg, I have to go! Yuki thought, the tiniest whimper escaping unheard as he rocked slightly in his seat. His bladder was clearly angry with him, even though it was not at all his fault that no one woke him up when they were at a rest stop. It convulsed so badly it made Yuki question if he could even hold it until they got to the lake house.
Another spasm caused Yuki to groan and cross his legs, fingers curling into the fabric of his jeans at the knees. Mmmn…This is really bad, I have to go really bad…He thought, suppressing a whimper of pain as he jiggled in his seat, his fingers tightening their grip on his jeans. He glanced out the window with a worried look, trying to figure out by landmarks how far away they were from the lake house. Much to his relief, he realized he did know where they were and that they weren’t very far. They just needed to go over a bridge and up the mountain path that the house rested on. It was maybe another hour, a little less than that even. I have to wait. I can’t ask to go because we’re too close, so I have to wait…Yuki thought, biting his lip with worry.
A half hour later, they had reached the bridge, but Yuki was so desperate he couldn’t sit still at all anymore. He shifted and wiggled, biting his lip and bouncing his knees as his bladder forcibly demanded that it be relieved that instant. Oh God….ohgodohgodohgod… I have to go right now! Only…only another half hour, only another half hour…Yuki thought desperately, his face pinched up as he fought off his need. His hands had inched back off his knees, curling in his jeans at the mid thigh now. It was all he could do to keep from holding himself like a little kid, and he had least had enough dignity to prevent that for now.
As he squirmed again, trying to prevent an accident, he realized that the car was not moving. He looked up and to his absolute horror; he realized they were stuck in stop and go traffic. Oh no...he thought with a sickening dread. They were stuck on a bridge, in the middle lane, in stop and go traffic. Even if he decided to beg Hatori to pull over, he couldn’t. There was no way to get over and no where for Yuki to go even if he did. Yuki was trapped in a car, with no where to go, and was getting to the point where he couldn’t not go.
Minutes crawled by in agonizing slow motion as Yuki practically danced in his seat. He’d gone from bad to worse, so desperate he was in pain. His bladder was stretched out and hard, pressing against his tight pants and the seat belt. Oh God, the seat belt…Yuki felt like he was dying with the evil thing settled right over his bladder, adding more unnecessary pressure. And every time Hatori hit the breaks it would tighten, making him feel like he was being stabbed. His stomach hurt and he’d broken out into a cold sweat, heart hammering in a panic as each terrible throb of his bladder echoed worse than the last. Oh my God, I can’t hold it anymore! It hurts! I have to go…Ohhh, I have to go! Yuki thought as he squirmed, no longer caring if anyone saw and that it was strange.
A car darted in front of Hatori, causing him to slam the breaks at the last second. As a result, everyone in the car lurched forward making the seat belts tighten fast and pull them back. When the thin strap jerked hard against Yuki’s oversensitive bladder, he lost it for a second. He gasped out loud, legs trembling and tightening as much as he could, but it wasn’t enough. A sudden stream escaped his hold, dampening his boxers. In a panic, his hand shot between his legs as he curled forward to make it stop. For one horrible, agonizing moment, Yuki thought he was going to loose control completely and pee right there in the car. One horrible second turned into two, the stream quieting down to a mere dribble.
As two turned to three, it stopped completely leaving Yuki shaking and panting softly. He couldn’t move for another moment or two, afraid that he’d wet himself if he did. Steadily, he regained his control and moved his hand off himself, glancing down. There wasn’t a spot on his pants, thank God, but his underwear was uncomfortably wet in the front now. Oh God…That didn’t just happen…he thought, blushing. His bladder was angry with him, throbbing viciously because he’d put an end to its relief. It made him squirm some more until the convulsing stopped; terrified he’d loose control again. I can’t wait anymore! He thought, licking his lips nervously as he glanced up at Hatori in the rearview.
“Um…Hatori?” he called softly, trying to keep his voice even.
“What is it?” Hatori asked, tense from the traffic, which made Yuki nervous. He hoped he wouldn’t get mad at him for asking.
“How much longer until we get to the lake house?” he asked in a shy voice.
“I don’t know, Yuki, it’s hard to tell with the traffic,” he sighed irritably. Yuki blushed pink and looked down.
“Oh. Okay,” he mumbled, shifting again. This time, Hatori caught that as he’d been looking in the rearview mirror to talk to his younger cousin.
“Why?” he asked, tone less irritable and more concerned. Yuki just blushed more, feeling eyes on him in the car. The nerves made him squirm again, bladder trembling.
“I um…I have to go to the bathroom,” he admitted softly, ears burning with shame.
“I see. Well the traffic looks like it’s clearing up on the other side of the bridge. Once we pass that it’ll be about twenty minutes. Can you hold it until then?” Hatori said, making Yuki blush and shift with shame. He only nodded, not looking at anyone.
“Not that you have much choice if you can’t, Yuki. Although we do have a bottle in the back you could—”
“No.” Yuki said flatly, cutting off Shigure attempt to tease with a glare.
“Alright, alright. I was just trying to help,” Shigure said, sighing dramatically.
“Stop helping,” Hatori said, using his stern parental voice on Shigure now instead, which made him pout. Dying of shame, and his need to urinate, Yuki curled himself against the door and tried to pretend this wasn’t happening.
On the other hand, Kyou couldn’t believe this was happing. He had noticed his perfect, emotionless, robotic cousin had been fidgety the whole ride. Kyou hadn’t thought anything of it, except that it was annoying. But his little announcement made all the fidgeting make sense. Kyou looked at him in surprise. He’d never in his life heard his cousin admit to having a human need before. He watched as Yuki squirmed some more, a quiet little whimper escaping his lips as though he was trying to keep quiet. Kyou smirked slightly. It had been a while since he’d seen Yuki acting like a person that, even circumstances considered, he couldn’t help but find it cute.
Yuki himself was far too concerned with his bladder to notice who was looking at him. He was twisted up like an overly desperate pretzel. He moaned softly, no longer caring what everyone else in the car thought, he had to go so bad he thought he was going to throw up. His stomach churned whenever his bladder throbbed and he kept shivering hot and cold. Mmmnn…I have to go so, so bad! I don’t think I’m gonna make it…Yuki thought, whimpering as he squirmed in his seat. A sudden, painful contraction of his bladder made him gasp and hold himself with both hands, but it didn’t help as he lost control again. The flow was stronger than the last and harder to stop, making him whimper and double over as he felt a wet warmth spreading beneath his hands. No! No no no please no, not in the car…Ohhh it’s coming out… He thought, tears swimming in his eyes. It was an entire five seconds of sickening relief that ended with a baseball sized wet spot on the front of his pants. He trembled, panting, and refused to uncurl himself.
“Yuki, are you alright?” Hatori asked, having noticed the increase of squirming the young teen was doing. Yuki only nodded numbly, even if it was furthest from the truth.
“Fifteen minutes and we’ll be at the house,” he said in a gentle tone.
“O-okay…” Yuki whimpered, unable to keep his voice from cracking. Shigure felt so bad for his younger cousin that he didn’t even make a joke that time, though privately he was beginning to wonder if the bottle needed to become an actual option.
“Can you even make it fifteen minutes?” Kyou asked, looking skeptical at Yuki’s current position.
“Shut up, stupid cat…” Yuki managed to grumble out.
“Hey, I’m not the one who’s about to pee himself in the car like a baby,” Kyou said casually.
“I’m not!” Yuki snapped, then whimpered and squirmed, nearly leaking again at the extra effort it took to yell.
“Ah…Kyou? Please don’t tease him,” Tohru said, giving Kyou a soft, pleading look. No one could ever say no to that, so Kyou sighed and relaxed against the seat, keeping one eye on his cousin. He’d never seen Yuki so out of control before. He was flushed so bad the tips of his ears were bright pink, which Kyou thought was highly adorable. He kept fidgeting and Kyou could see tears brimming in his eyes. He did feel bad for Yuki’s current predicament, but he couldn’t help but tease him a little for it. Yuki was cute when he got emotional.
The minutes seemed to go by slower on purpose, torturing Yuki even more. All he could think about was how badly he had to pee. Even when he’d tried to think about something else it led back to how bad he had to pee. He glanced at the clock after he swore was half an hour. Sadly, only three minutes had passed. He groaned and pressed his clammy forehead against the window. This is the longest fifteen minutes ever…Oh, I’m not gonna make it, I’m not gonna make it…Yuki thought. His vision fogged and he closed his eyes against a flood of tears. He was miserable, completely miserable, but he had to wait. Kyou would make fun of him if he had an accident and God only knew what everyone else would think.
Without warning, his bladder gave a sudden powerful lurch. Yuki moaned in pain as his hands flew to the front of his pants again, grappling and holding as his muscles squeezed desperately against the flood, but to no avail. A torrent of liquid streamed out of him at full force. The hot stream quickly re-soaked his cooling wet spots and spread down the inside of his thighs. Tears burned his eyes in shame as he felt the liquid pooling around his butt and soaking into the car seat. He whimpered, clutching himself harder as he squirmed to stop the flood that was helplessly pouring out of him. He moaned and by some miracle of force managed to slow the torrent to a wavering stream that leaked a small trickle into his boxers before ending in tiny spurts. He could feel the pressure built up and he knew his muscles were now too strained to hold back. At the next lurch, which he could tell would be any minute now, he would loose control completely and wet himself in the car. His legs trembled and his stomach churned. There was only one way out of this.
“Sh-Shigure? I…I…” he whimpered, squirming in his seat. His older cousin turned around, looking at Yuki with sympathy.
“What do you need, Yuki? Are you okay?” he asked gently, all manners of joke out of his voice for once.
“You said…you said there was a bottle in the car, r-right?” Yuki moaned, voice trembling. Oh Miss Honda, please forgive me…I can’t hold it so I have to, I’m so sorry…what I’m going to do is so terribly impolite to do in front of a girl, but ohhh…oh I can’ help it…Yuki thought in all his misery. Shigure’s eyes widened.
“You can’t hold it?” he asked his cousin. He knew Yuki must not be able to hold it another moment if he was asking to use a bottle, especially when they were so near to the house.
“No, I…I really can’t…I…I’m wetting myself…” Yuki admitted with a whimper of shame, his face brilliantly red and tears in his eyes as he started to shift and fidget when the pressure began to increase again. He’d led a lot out in his last leak and now the rest of his bladder wanted to let go. And from the way his bladder kept trembling, it was going to let go any moment. Not needing to be told twice, Shigure shifted around the front seat until he found the bottle. Yuki was panting and holding himself with both hands by then.
“Shigure hurry…” he groaned, undoing the seat belt and scooting forward, angling himself so his back was to the rest of the passengers in the back seat. He quickly undid his button and fly, which made the little leaking flow start up again as Shigure handed him the bottle. It was small, half the size of a normal water bottle, but Yuki moaned in gratitude and quickly pulled his leaking member out of his soaking pants. He shuddered as he quickly lined himself up with the bottle’s opening. No sooner had he done so, the flood gates opened and Yuki was voiding endlessly into the small container.
Yuki made a sound of agonizing relief and rest his sweaty forehead against the back of the front passenger’s seat as the sound of his emptying bladder filled the car. Kyou stared at his cousin’s trembling form in astonishment. He’d seen the stain on the seat when Yuki scooted forward to use the bottle. He’d known his cousin was desperate, but he didn’t think the boy had been leaking so badly the whole time. He felt bad for him and wondered why Yuki hadn’t spoken up about his needs sooner. Any normal person would have, and he himself certainly would have! It just didn’t make any sense to him, and he felt guilty about teasing him earlier.
While Kyou pondered what could possibly have been going on inside his cousin’s head, Yuki suddenly became aware of a new problem: the bottle. Particularly, the bottle’s size, or rather lack there of. The tight rock that was his bladder had just barely begun to loosen, letting Yuki taste the euphoria of relief, when he realized the bottle was nearly filled. ‘Oh no…I don’t think I can stop!’ Yuki thought in a panic. Urine was jetting out the tip of him at full force, his muscles jelly-like from holding it so long. But the bottle was filling so fast…Yuki whimpered as he clenched his tired muscles, pain searing through his bladder as he tried to cut off the stream. It weakened, but didn’t stop.
“Shigure? Is…is there another bottle? This one’s almost full and I still need to…mmm…you know…” Yuki said with a soft, pained, embarrassed whimper. He was trying his hardest to stop the flow, but it kept spurting and trickling out into the bottle uncontrollably. Shigure sighed with pity in the front seat. He thought the bottle’s size might have been a problem.
“I’m sorry Yuki, but that’s all we had in here,” he sighed, “You’ll have to wait until we get to the lake house.” Yuki felt like crying when he heard this and another heavy spurt filled the bottle to the top.
“It’s not that much further, another five minutes. You let a sufficient amount out to give you a little time. You can go to the bathroom when we get there,” Hatori promised, speaking calmly in an attempt to sooth his cousin. Being the family doctor he knew for a fact that, like his lungs, Yuki’s bladder was on the weak side as well. He hoped some reassurances would ease some of the psychological distress he was feeling. It seemed to work and Yuki managed to stop himself from going long enough to cap the little bottle and tuck himself back into his jeans. He grimaced at the clammy, cold, wet feeling that teased him, egging him on to just finish relieving himself, but he hung on. Still, he couldn’t bring himself to zip and button his pants or re-buckle his seatbelt.
When Hatori told Yuki they were only five minutes away, he could have thanked any deity in the known world, but it came with a price. The road was bumpy. Each tremor of the car was echoed by a spasm in his bladder and his muscles were just too strained to hold back anymore. Each shudder sent a hot dribble into his already wet and clammy jeans. Ohhh not yet, please not yet…Only five more minutes, it’s just five minutes…I can’t wet myself, it’s only five minutes…Yuki thought, groaning in pain as he shivered, trying to stop another small leak as the car hit a pot hole.
Two minutes to go, and with the house in sight, Yuki was panting and bouncing in his seat. He could go soon, he could go really soon. He just had to wait, just a few more seconds. He shimmied in the seat, one hand between his legs and the other on the door handle, waiting for the steel monster entrapping him to stop so he could get out and finish peeing, this time in a proper facility. Finally, the car pulled to a stop at the bottom of the winding staircase that led up to the house and Yuki shut his eyes at the sight of it, his body trembling as badly as his bladder. He’d forgotten about the stairs, but now they presented a serious deterrent from his final destination.
Yuki opened the car door and slowly stepped out. He wanted to fly up the stairs and into the first bathroom he saw, but he knew if he made one wrong move he wouldn’t need to worry about getting to toilet at all. At a snail's pace, he got out of the car with a faint groan. His legs were like jelly and his bladder throbbed tyrannically, making him whine, wobble, and lean against the car with both hands between his twisted legs. ‘Oh no, I can’t move!’ Yuki thought as a sense of dread settled upon him.
His bladder stung and his long held urine burned down to the tip, threatening to soak him through at any second. He trembled and gave a low cry when he realized he’d fought so hard to hold it, only to loose control right in front of the house, as a hot dribble trickled down the side of his leg. It felt like all the weight of his bladder was pressing down, pulsing harder and harder, turning the dribble into fast mini-torrents that were quickly re-wetting his jeans all over again. He moaned, tightening his muscles the best he could to stave off the inevitable flood, and shifted painfully from one foot to the other.
Kyou was helping Hatori and Shigure unload the trunk when he glanced over, his sharp ears, a gift from his Cat-Curse, picked up on Yuki’s helpless cry. He stared for a moment, wondering why Yuki was just standing there dancing and not rushing up to the house. He watched as his desperate cousin made another soft crying sound and double over with his hands gripping tighter between his legs. Thin trails of pee trickled over his fingers, his jeans too wet to soak up any more liquid, and pattered on the dirt below. Kyou’s eyes widened in realization to the problem- Yuki couldn’t move. He set the bag he’d picked up down and walked over to him, genuinely concerned for the boy he usually fought with. He put his hand on his shoulder, to announce his presence, but he only succeeded in startling him. He yelped slightly, and then whined as more urine splashed over his fingers and into the dirt. Kyou knew he didn’t have any time left, so he acted swiftly.
“Come on, I’ll help you,” Kyou said, feeling too sorry for his distressed cousin to act angry with him. Yuki whimpered and whined in protest, but Kyou helped him take baby steps into the cover of the bushes and trees a few feet away from the car.
Yuki whimpered and whined the whole way, humiliated beyond reason. Torrents of urine hissed out of him with every step, causing him to squirm and dance to hold it in before he could take another, but even that didn’t work for very long. Just as Kyou stopped in front of a decently private tree, Yuki moaned in defeat and began peeing thunderously into his jeans, too overcome by the haze of severe desperation to even realize they’d stopped walking.
Kyou watched slack jawed as Yuki just leaned against the tree, his legs too wobbly to support him anymore. His pants went from blue to almost black with dark, wet lines snaking down from his crotch to his ankles, creating a muddy puddle in the dirt at his feet. Yuki’s desperation hazed eyes started to clear, his body relaxing as his bladder relentlessly emptied itself with a forceful hiss, loud even within his jeans.
At first, all Yuki was conscious of was the blissful relief he felt in his bladder as it emptied. He was finally relieving himself of all that tea and water that had settled in him the night before, and it felt so, so good. His bladder was shrinking down to its normal size, pulsing with a nearly orgasmic feeling instead of pain now that he’d finally let go. However as he released his bladder and the euphoria slowly cured his desperation, he began to notice other things as well… like the warm, wet streams flowing down his legs and into his shoes.
Blinking off the heavy fog of sensations, Yuki was suddenly fully aware of himself, peeing in his pants in front of a perfectly good tree. And that Kyou was watching him do it. With a gasp of shock and embarrassment, he quickly reached into his already unzipped, unbuttoned, sopping pants and pulled himself out of the constraining fabric. He moaned again as a second wave of relief swept through him while he gushed an ocean against the tree bark.
Kyou’s cheeks dusted a light pink and he looked away to give his cousin a little privacy while he finished up. Still, he could hear him go, and the torrent had not even wavered once. Yuki had even released some into a bottle before this, and he was still going strong well over a minute later.
“Jesus, how bad did you have to go?” Kyou commented, his back still turned while his cousin relieved himself.
“Really, really bad…” Yuki answered after a moment, his stream finally starting to slow and die down. His voice was light and trembling. Kyou sighed.
“Why the hell didn’t you say something sooner? Hatori would have pulled off somewhere,” Kyou said, his voice almost scolding. He didn’t get an answer for that one. All he heard were the soft sounds of Yuki’s desperate pee pattering into the mud puddle as he finished, then the sound of a zipper. Kyou sighed and turned around, mouth open to scold him more about waiting too long, but his words died in his throat. Yuki was crying.
Yuki wasn’t a loud, obnoxious crier that he knew some people to be. (Looking at you, Momiji) No, Yuki’s cries were the exact opposite; soft and discrete with small, shuddering breathy sounds, faint little sniffles, and crystalline tears that he kept wiping away with his cuffs of his shirtsleeves curled around his hands. And, unlike Momiji, Kyou found it pitifully adorable.
“Hey…It’s okay,” Kyou said, his voice awkwardly soft as he tried to comfort Yuki. He was unable to stop himself from trying.
“I…I just…I just w-wet my pants…I…I’m sixteen th-that’s not okay!” Yuki blubbered out with a soft sob cracking his voice. Kyou patted his shoulder, biting his lip a little. He felt awkward, with Yuki wet and crying, but he couldn’t help but try to make him feel better.
“It was just an accident…and no one saw, its okay,” Kyou offered.
“You did,” Yuki sniffled, wiping more tears off his face and hiccupped.
“Well, yeah but I’m not gonna tell anyone,” Kyou said, his comforts flustered.
“Why wouldn’t you?” Yuki sniffled, his tone upset and bitter. Kyou hated his guts and told him to disappear as a child. He was surprised he wasn’t already making fun of him.
“Hey, I’m a dick but I’m not that bad!” Kyou protested. Yuki looked at him in surprise and Kyou blushed a little bit and ran his hand through his orange hair.
“Look, this happened to me last year, okay? I was driving with Shishou up to the mountains to train, I fell asleep, and when I woke up there was all this traffic and I had to go real bad, but I didn’t wanna say anything cause were in a whole bunch of traffic with no where to pull off, so I ended up…well, wetting myself in the car,” Kyou said in a rush, blushing a nice shade of red while Yuki stared at him, eyes wide in shock.
“You did?” he asked dubiously. Yuki had always thought Yuki was so much stronger in body than he was, and so much louder with his needs and desires than he was. He was surprised they’d been in the same situation.
“Yeah…It was seriously embarrassing cause I hadn’t said anything at all and then I just suddenly wet all over the seat,” Kyou admitted in an embarrassed mumble.
“Was he mad?” Yuki asked sympathetically.
“Shishou? No…He was pretty surprised and asked me why I didn’t say anything, but he wasn’t mad. He just pulled off at a gas station and let me change while he got the car clean,” Kyou sighed softly.
“Oh…” Yuki said softly, feeling a little better. He’d stopped crying at least.
“Yeah…I didn’t want to bother him with it, I thought I could wait,” Kyou said, sticking his hands in his pockets sheepishly.
“Me too…” Yuki said softly, sighing as he looked down at himself and the tree he’d watered.
“Oh well,” Kyou shrugged, “you feel okay now, right?”
“Yes…” Yuki blushed slightly, looking down. He did feel better now that he didn’t have to go anymore, and he wasn’t quite so humiliated after Kyou had told him his story.
“Good. Let’s go get your stuff. Shigure and Hatori probably left your bag out so you could change before going back up,” Kyou said. Yuki blushed, but nodded. The adults, naturally, would have known that Yuki was already wet even before he got out of the car.
Just as Kyou predicted, Yuki’s bag was sitting there next to the car with Kyou’s next to it. He was embarrassed, but grateful he didn’t have to walk into the house in sopping wet jeans in front of everyone else. He pulled out a pair of similar colored jeans, some new boxers, a pair of socks, and the second pair of shoes he’d packed. He changed quickly and the two boys headed up the stairs. Yuki felt lucky to find the trash bin around the corner on the deck, so he just tossed his wet clothes away before going inside.
Shigure was talking loudly to Hatori in a back room and Tohru was cooking lunch in the kitchen, humming happily. Yuki gave a sigh of relief and slipped into the house unnoticed with Kyou coming in behind him. They had to share a room again, but Yuki didn’t mind so much this time. He glanced over and watched Kyou put away his things. He didn’t really seem bothered by it either. Yuki smiled a little to himself as he unpacked his bag. Being on more friendly terms with Kyou was something he’d always wanted, ever since he was a child. And we’d be arguing right now if I hadn’t hand an accident…Yuki thought, humored by the odd, ironically fortunate event. He smiled and put the last of his clothes away. |
Involved
Yes, this is a rather long story, and the peeing doesn't happen until the near end, but if you like it, then the second chapter that may follow if people like this story, will have a bit more wetting and other things in it. I actually have worked hard on this story, and as you can see, my stories are not main plotted on wetting, because I think wetting should even take place in the middle of other things going on, to give the situation much more meaning.
Wet Note by our friend Z was so successful, because she understood that a story needs more than wetting in it, but at the same time, knew just when and were to add it so that it was the most interesting, and found enough different ways for it to happen that it interested a lot of different people.
So, this story's plot is about a hit man in a made up mafia, a girl that gets caught up in the plot, and extreme situations that lead to her wetting... though if you read between the lines... well, have fun reading.
One Night:
Logan was out staking his mark,trying to get close enough for the shot when a bullet whizzed by his head. His sandy-blond hair stood on end as his brain processed the milliseconds to duck just in time that the bullet had implanted itself in the hotel door behind him.
“Damn! How did they know?” Logan gasped. He ran from the room and down the steps into the back alley. He would have to comeback another time, if there was another time. For now, he just had to get away.
Another shot flew past him striking a random car, and he knew that whoever was shooting at him was on to not only the setup, but exactly who the sniper was. He would have to report to his boss that he could not execute the man in question, and that would not make his boss happy at all.
Logan ran here and there trying to lose the men that were sent after him, only to find the mob that he worked for,set up in an alleyway, for the trouble that was following him. They were no better than the first though for Logan because they were shooting at him too. Somehow, the boss already knew he had failed and had decided he was a liability while he was alive!
He ducked down another alley where the two gangs finally met up in an open war!
10:45P.M.
Logan was on the ground, hit in the leg and unable to move. The only reason he wasn’t finished off, was that both sides were now having an outright gunfight in downtown Los Angeles. Logan was able to pull himself behind a dumpster and hide from the crossfire.
He could see that his leg was not bad, and the bullet had only grazed it, but it was still quite painful. He wouldn’t get far if he tried to run at the moment, so the best he could do was take the chance to rest while the gangs both pinned each other down.
Not long after, the police sirens could be heard in the distance, and both sides decided that Logan wasn’t worth exposing anyone to the law. They had a reputation to protect, and there was always another day to fight. Both of the groups had stopped shooting and slipped into the shadows leaving Logan there to fend for himself.
He put his rifle under the dumpster along with his bag of other things he normally took with him on each job. Then he pulled himself out into the open and tried to stand up, but couldn’t seem to due to the pain in his left leg. He fell over again.
11:15
Seeing that a man was apparently hurt out her window, a young woman in her mid-twenties slid the violet curtain back in place and sighed. She could leave him there, and maybe he would bleed to death, or maybe those others would come back for him. Maybe the police would even shoot him thinking he was dangerous.
The woman was a nurse in training though, and something in her conscious would not let her leave the man to his fate, regardless of what trouble he was in. It gnawed at her as she went to the kitchen to grab a sandwich, and it gnawed at her as she tried to turn on the television. She didn’t have much time to act before the police would arrive. She had to do something.
Her red-brown hair dangling over her face, messy from the day’s work, for she had just returned home at about ten and she felt something was about to happen just before looking out the window. She was unwinding when she heard the gunshots at around ten. Why did she have to be so curious and so kind hearted? It was going to be the death of her, but she put down her sandwich, walked down the steps and to the alley to find the man still sitting there trying to decide what to do.
Logan looked up, seeing a young woman with red-brown hair, green vibrant eyes, and a blemish-free smile dressed in a sports shirt and some shorts running towards him. She was quite healthy. He was sure that the boys on his side were not all gone, and when the area calmed down, he would be a dead man.
The woman smiled as she approached the man. Logan looked at her wondering if she was some secret assassin from the other side, who might use such a trick to get close to him. He could see how her somewhat plain looks, yet the cute features could play with the imagination of his mind, but there was not much hope anyway. If she was sent there to kill him, then at least it would be quick.
“Come, I’ve got to get you inside,”she said as she tried to help him up, heaving on his right side to get him to stand.
“Get me inside?” he asked somewhat weakly. He was nearing to passing out. He couldn’t understand it though because the wound in his leg wasn’t that bad. What he didn’t realize, was that glancing blow had also hit him in the left shoulder, but because of the pain already in his legs, and the adrenalin in his system, he had not felt the impact.
The woman somehow, forced Logan to walk into the house, and before she could get him much past the doorway, he had collapsed. He was really lucky on two accounts. One was that the wounds were not severe enough to kill him, and the other was that she was a nurse trainee,and with the luck he had had with the bullets that hit him, she was at least capable of fixing those up.
Morning
Logan woke the next morning, on the sofa, his eyes coming to a blurry focus of the quaintly setup living room with the small kitchen off to one side and a small hall down which there were two bedrooms and a bathroom.
It was late morning, and though Logan didn’t think it safe to leave the apartment, he wondered why he had been spared and where his angel was that had rescued him from certain death. His leg had stitches in it, and his arm was bandaged and put in a sling to keep him from moving it. Someone had known just what to do for gunshot wounds, it seemed, but now he was alone in a quiet apartment.
Logan peered out the window across the street, and he recognized two cars from his own gang. They were looking for him. He didn’t know when they would figure out where he had gone, but he realized that it wasn’t safe for whoever had rescued him.
He sighed and turned on the television with the remote that was next to the sofa on the coffee table. The window he had peered out was right next to the sofa. He hadn’t moved a muscle yet other than to pull the curtain partly back and to reach for the remote with the arm that was still working.
He saw the note on the table only when he reached to put the note back.
Do not try to move too much. I have some sandwiches made up for you on the table when you get hungry, there is juice in the fridge, and if you are smart, you’ll stay put until your arm gets better.
Well, his mysterious savior had also provided food for him, and it was obvious that he had to stay not only because of the wounds, but just because of the people waiting outside the apartment. He wondered how long it would take them. Did they already know what the girl looked like that had helped him?
Many years ago, he had remembered a time when he had stumbled upon a young teenage boy in the hospital. The father of that boy had not paid some due or messed up on some other operation for the boss. The boy, himself, had just come out of a coma, and to teach the man a lesson, the kid was killed the next day.
Logan knew what it meant to get close to someone, and then to have the boss use that person to teach you a lesson,not from personal experience, but from that experience alone. That was one reason that the thirty-eight year old man had not gotten close to anyone. He had no girlfriends, no family, nothing that the boss could use to teach him a lesson with.
Restlessly, the man looked out the curtain noting that the men were still watching the street and they seemed to watch carefully every door and every person that moved. It was a relief to see because he knew that that meant they had not figured out where he was being kept at the moment. He could probably get away with resting for a few days before they figured out where he was.
That Night
At around nine in the evening, the door burst open and the young woman from before entered her apartment, turning to quickly lock the door behind her, and then she faced Logan. She had a small smile on her face, but her eyes were cool and her hands were clasped against her legs to keep them from shaking and showing him how nervous she was.
“I see you are up and able to walk now,” she said noticing that the sandwiches which were wrapped nicely for him were gone. “I’m glad you are feeling better, but you’ll have to stay for a few days if you know what’s good for you.”
Logan looked at her with cold eyes, a frown, and an aura that sent chills down her spine.
“Who told you to get involved?” he asked her. “Do you know what kind of trouble you are in?”
Of course the woman shook her head,and looked at him sincerely. It didn’t matter what kind of trouble she was in because she lived in the rough part of town, the only place she could afford rent, and helping anyone or putting your nose out for any reason could get you killed there. Still, she was a nurse, and her very core told her that it was her responsibility to help someone injured regardless of what may happen because of it.
Logan shook his head at her and sat back into the couch. He wasn’t sure if he should scare her or not, but everyone knew of the Red-Tide in that area, and though it wasn’t as big as some mafia outfits, the local police were still scared of them, and they had pretty good news coverage when they were involved in some violent schemes.
“You should have left me,” he said quietly before sighing.
“Yes, and then what? If I had left you, your friends surely would have killed you by now,” the woman retorted a bit taken aback at his ungratefulness.
“I’d have found a way to survive it,”Logan whispered. “I always do.”
“This has happened before?” she asked him quite upset.
“Of course it has,” he sighed. “Why else do you think I survived until you found me? I knew when to make my break,and when to stay put,” he glared at her.
“Well, if you want out of here so badly, there’s the door,” the woman was starting to lose patience with the man. He was the rudest house guest she had ever had.
“I can’t leave right now,” Logan told her. “You do know who the Red-Tide are.”
“You can’t be a part of that,” she looked at him in terror.
“I’m afraid I am, and they are watching your apartment right now. If you look across the street, you can see there are two parked vehicles that are watching. Once they know where I am,they will not only try to get me, but kill or torture anyone else that had been involved in trying to help me escape.”
“What did you do to them?”
“I didn’t finish a job that the boss wanted,” Logan stated simply. “Failure is as bad as betrayal in the Red-Tide.”
The young woman sighed. She didn’t know what she was going to do if he was telling the truth. Regardless of what they did, the Red-Tide would eventually figure out where he was, and going to the police was laughable because the police wouldn’t do anything about it. The woman sighed.
“Since I’m going to be here for awhile, we should give each other a name to address each other as,” Logan said in a low tone. “That is, unless you just want to take me to the police; or kick me out and take your chances that the Red-Tide will not notice.”
The young woman sighed and made up a name on the spot. She was not going to give him any real information as long as she could help it.
“My name is Megan,” she told him. “Who are you?”
“Logan,” he replied not worried if she knew his real name or not. He was used to it, and it made it easier to communicate to people when he felt comfortable knowing he wasn’t hiding anything except what he had to.
“So, what am I supposed to do so that we are not discovered by your ‘friends?” Megan asked as she went to the kitchen to start preparing something for dinner.
Logan stood up and followed her into the kitchen. “Nothing different from what you are doing, really,” he shrugged. “However, you might want to give me your cellphone number, and carry it close from now on in case you need me to come and get you.”
“Why would I need you to get me?” she asked.
“You just never know,” Logan looked at her seriously. “I’m only here because you saved me, so if you needed help in return because of it, I will be there. But it’s important that you just do as you are told so that they don’t figure out who you are.”
Megan nodded feeling her nervousness twitching down her legs and throughout her back. She was shaking nervously now, and she stopped a moment from adding the noodles to the boiling pot so she could gather herself together enough to calm down.
The Second Day after Rescuing Logan
Megan was up early as usual getting ready to go to school. She had put Logan in the spare room from the night before, and he had given her money that while she was out, she was to get him some clean things so he could shower and be clean that night.
Megan’s hands were still a little twitchy, and she still felt her hairs at the back of her neck crawling in excitement or anxiety as the unknown waited for her beyond her apartment door. Just as he had suggested though,she had given him her cell phone number, and was keeping it close as she walked out of her apartment to go down the block to catch the bus.
Logan peeked out the window making sure that the cars didn’t move or that people were not following Megan. He sighed in relief when he saw that she was safely away and the cars were still watching the street for some hint about where he might be.
He didn’t consider himself across-dresser, but enough was enough. He had been in these same clothes for way too long, and he finally decided he had to do something about it. He walked to Megan’s room, and looked through her things for something as manly as he could find to cover himself in, and then he went for a bath.
Lucky enough for him, she did have some regular panties, so he didn’t have to wear anything too sexy to cover his romp, and he found an old man’s shirt that she probably used as a pajama top at times. She probably wasn’t going to like it, but he had to get a shower, and he was sure she’d be even more alarmed if she came home and he was bare naked.
He then lounged in her purple panties and gray man’s shirt for the rest of the day, eating the sandwiches she had left for him again, and watching the television in the living room. From time to time, he peeked out the window to make sure the two survey cars were still there.
Of course, the cars would change, and would also change position so that they were easier to hide, but Logan, having been on the run many times before, and knowing how the Red-Tide operated, know what to look for.
The Night
Logan was still watching television not really thinking of anything when Megan came through the door with some bags of food and clothes at 9:30. She locked the door as usual, and then turned to see that Logan was in her nightshirt and a pair of her purple panties! She felt her face heating up, and her eyes began to water and sting at the same time. She didn’t know if she wanted to shout, to cry or to just stomp off to her bedroom without saying or doing anything to him. He had no right going through her bedroom. There were things, she… she didn’t want anyone to know about, and one of the reasons she didn’t have a lover of any kind was the shame she would have to try to explain. Did Logan find out when he was going through her things? Logan saw her face heat up, and he just looked at her for a moment waiting for her to explode. He even felt she might misjudge him thinking he was gay or something or something worse, but he didn’t look down. He didn’t say the first word. He just waited. Megan pulled herself together, put the four sacks she had had with her away from the door, she had had to pay fora taxi to bring everything, and she walked towards her room. Her face was beat red not because he was wearing her things so much, but because she was afraid of what he might have discovered. In her room, her bed was still neatly made, her close only had the one missing shirt, and her panties drawer and a couple of other drawers were the only things disturbed. She sighed hoping he had not pulled the blankets back on her bed, that he had not looked under her bed, or that he had not opened the other closet side. Those were her three special places that hid something very shameful for a woman her age. She walked back out of her room, and into the living room, her face becoming a lighter pink as she felt more certain that he had not discovered her secrets, and she picked up the grocery bag and headed to the kitchen. “You have some clothes now, so you can take off mine,” she said her back to him so that she didn’t have to look at him. She was still upset that he had gone through her stuff without asking. She wasn’t as upset as she was when she thought he found out about her secrets, but she still felt embarrassed and a little worried that it would show that she was hiding something. “Thanks,” Logan headed to the bathroom to change. Three Days later: As usual, Megan was getting ready for school and then work, and Logan, who was still there, was sleeping in the spare room. Over the course of the few days he had been there, he had been rather blunt that she shouldn’t get too close to him, and that they should try to keep things as natural to her usual life as possible to avoid her becoming a target. By then, Megan already knew which two or three cars to look for that might be checking out her house as Logan had taught her. She walked down to the bus stop as usual, but something within her told her that something was a bit off. Someone was following her, not by car, but perhaps on foot. She made it to school, and for the most part had no problems there, but then she started her walk towards her job, and that’s when she really felt uncomfortable. Megan pulled out her phone and dialed her home. “Mom? It’s me. I seemed to have forgotten something, so I’d appreciate it if you could bring it for me,” she had said so as not to give anything away in case these creeps were closer than she thought. Logan, meanwhile, also had a strange feeling, and he looked out the window. He saw the cars, but there were no people in them. They had been left as decoys! He scanned carefully for the gang members,but he couldn’t find any, and he knew. They had figured it out, and they were going to kidnap her and get her to tell them where he was. His wounds had basically healed by then, so that he could move his shoulder fairly normally, and the first thing he did was slip out of the apartment, not through the door, but through the window,dropping less than ten feet which really was no problem for guy like him. He had chosen to drop from her bedroom window as it was the one closest to the alley where he would find his bag of guns. Running! Megan headed into a small diner not far from her campus, and she sat at a table now dialing her home again praying that Logan would pick up, but still there was no answer. She felt her legs shaking under the table,and she felt the presences of those that were trailing her. It was like ghosts were watching her because she knew they were there, but not where. Megan sighed and she stood up and went to the bathroom. As she had expected, the feeling that someone was following her had increased as she went it. She then found a young woman there and because she had really nice things, and just wanted to get out of there unnoticed, she called the woman over to her. “Look miss,” she whispered. “My abusive boyfriend followed me here, and I’d like to give him the slip. As you can see, all of my stuff is designer made, and it’s worth much more than what you are wearing, so if you would please trade me, I’d really appreciate it. I don’t want to go back to him.” The woman looked at her for a minute,but she could see that Megan was genuinely shaking from nerves, and so whatever had caused her to believe Megan’s story wasn’t so important as the fact that she agreed to change with her. Megan then waited in the bathroom while the lady made her way out of the bathroom. Not even before the woman had gotten out of the hall the led to the toilets in the back, a group of men jumped her and forced her through the back door and to their car which was waiting. Megan then started out of the bathroom after another ten minutes, when she thankfully spotted Logan who had just walked in. She looked around, the feeling of being watched was gone, and she walked up to where Logan was. “So, you got my message?” she asked him. “Yeah, I just had to get something first. Sorry it took so long.” “Can we get out of here? I’m a little worried.” “Sure. I noticed that they were gone, so when you called the first time, I was gone getting some things we needed.” “How did they know?” “I don’t know, but we’re going to have to leave town for a few days.” “Leave town?” “That is, unless you want them to find you!” “Why don’t we just go to the police?” “You go ahead and try that, and see where that gets you.” “The police can protect us.” “Ha! You know the police won’t even bother the Red-Tide. There are actual members of the Red-Tide in the Los Angeles police department, and if you go to them, you will be handing yourself right over to the monsters.” Megan looked down feeling fed up. Why was she helping someone that was causing her such trouble? Maybe she could go to the police and just tell them where to find Logan and then her night mare would be over, but somehow, he knew what she was thinking. “If you are thinking of going to police and just telling them where to find me, I’ll tell you right now, that not only will they get me, but they’ll find a trumped up charge to hold you for, and then you’ll be given over to the Red-Tide as well.” “But I haven’t done anything to them. Why should they care?” “They’ll think you know something.” “But I don’t!” Logan shook his head. “I can’t convince you. If you do decide to be an idiot, then you can consider my helping you to be finished and over with. I will not help someone that is so selfish and stupid as to try a dangerous trick like that!” Megan looked down worried that he might be right. They had followed her into town, and she was sure they had gotten that other woman. She had heard the commotion outside the door,but she had hoped that they’d had turned her loose once they had realized their mistake. “I don’t feel so good,” Megan sighed. “My stomach hurts. They will turn that other woman loose once they realize she isn’t me, won’t they?” Logan gave her a get real look. “They… they aren’t going to kill her?” Logan raised his eyebrows. Megan could feel her heart speeding up, and tears started to fall down her face as she realized that she might have written that woman’s death sentence. “Now is not the time to dwell on someone that is already finished,” Logan whispered. “Right now, we just need to think about how to stay alive.” Megan felt something bubbling from inside her. The man didn’t care at all that someone innocent had died in her place, and the man kept telling her things as though there were no feelings tied to them, and he constantly ordered her around. She was starting to feel that running was a waste of time, and she was starting to feel rebellious about listening to him. What was more, she was starting to cramp as her bladder sent signals to her brain that perhaps it would have been prudent to have actually used the toilet those couple of hours ago that she was in there. Logan saw the car nearing empty, and he had to stop over for gas. He looked at Megan as he started to pull in to a gas station. “It’ll be wiser if you just stay put and I’ll get us some snacks and some gas.” “But I need to….” “Megan? Stay put because I’m not playing around. Those guys are looking for us, and if they get you alone, it will be difficult for me to save you.” “Sure, fine,” she pouted and crossed her arms while Logan stepped out of the car walking inside for some gas. Megan waited until he was busy with the man at the counter, and then she opened her door and bolted, not for a bathroom, but away from the gas station though her side told her that she really should be headed for a bathroom. “There’s no one out here,” she thought. “If she just got out of there,and waved down some help going somewhere else, she might be able to be done with this nightmare.” As she run up over on a service road that would lead to the interstate again, a van pulled in front of her and a car behind her. Several men jumped out and grabbed her pulling and pushing her into the van. Tears ran down her face as she sat there in the van worried about what was going to happen next. One of the men suddenly slammed something hard into her head, and she blacked out for a few minutes. When Megan came too, her head was throbbing, her hands were tied up, and she started to focus seeing blurred faces but hearing voices at first. “Where is he?” one of the men asked her. “I don’t know.” The blurry and wavy scene started to sharpen, and she saw six men in back with her and she could just make out that there were two people in the front, but because of the wall and the grill like vent she had to see through, she really couldn’t tell the details about the people in front. “Liar,” one of the men in back spat at her. “Fine, don’t tell us where he is because it’ll only be a matter of time anyway, but tell us what he has told you.” “Nothing!” Megan shook her head. “I don’t know anything!” She could feel her bladder contracting and her muscles screaming in protest that she should pee soon. She was scared, she was facing monsters, and she was about to humiliate herself besides. She could feel the tears welling in her eyes. They burned and stung her pupils, and she whined that she knew nothing. “You don’t want to talk?” one of the men asked her. “We have ways of making young bitches like you talk.” The men all laughed at what he had said. “Please, no,” she gasped worried about what that could mean. She could feel her body reacting to the fear, and because her feet were still untied, she kicked one of the men in the growing. He bent over in agony, but another man sliced her leg with a knife! “You want to fight?” he asked her. The knife was now being held against her chest as one the men got in her face. It was poking at her, and she could feel her body panic. Something warm and wet was starting to pool beneath her. She wondered if they had cut her for a moment before she realized she had lost control of her bladder for a moment or two. But now, her bladder had some of the pressure taken off of it, and she was now more worried about being cut than whether she was going to pee or not. “So, what will it be?” the man with the knife now pressed her fear limits again. “Are you going to tell us what we want to know, or will we have to…” There was a sudden BANG sound as the van was hit sideways. The man with the knife had lost control of it, and it landed in his leg! The van fell over on its side, the other men in back were dazed, Megan was on the ground looking scared, and the two in the front were hidden from view. Logan appeared at the back of the van with a shotgun, firing into the wall that separated the back and front at the driver’s side and the passenger side. He picked the girl up, and carried her while the others were dazed, and he placed her in the passenger side of a heavy dump truck! He has stolen a heavy construction vehicle to come and get her. One that he knew they couldn’t have much chance of challenging in a derby fight, and they drove off into the night, the dazed men coming out the truck firing weapons at the dump truck, but basically finding that with the vehicle so far away, and they still surprised stupor, that they couldn’t really do much to it. “I told you to stay put,” he looked over at Megan. He didn’t even know why he had gone after her, but seeing her tear streaked face, her fearful eyes, and her red face, he softened. There was something about her that he liked. “I’m sorry. I promise I won’t try to run again,” Megan whimpered. The rest of the pee in her body was dying to get out, but she kept her legs tightly crossed, the top button of her jeans missing because they had cut it off while intimidating her,and the buttons on her sweater missing which showed only a muscle shirt underneath, nearly exposing her breasts to him save for the bra under it. “Alright,” Logan sighed. “Just don’t do something like that again. They could have killed you!” Megan nodded. She knew very well that he was serious, and she was also scared that they were going to do something to her long before they killed her. These men were dangerous, and she had so little experience in dealing with such kinds of people despite living in the roughest parts of town. She kept squeezing her legs together,ashamed and scared to ask him to pull over for her, but just as worried about giving in and wetting herself. It was bad enough that he had scolded her for being stupid! She did not want to be a baby, too. And she was sure that he wouldn’t be pulling over soon as long as they were behind somewhere, and she really didn’t want him to pull over yet because it would give them a chance to catch up. “How did you find me?” she asked him. “Reach in your back pocket,” Logan smiled. He was in the mafia after all,and he was a hunter. He was a kind of assassin sent to kill targets, but he was always asked to try to make it look like something not tied to the Red-Tide, so he often used tracers to keep track of his targets. Megan reached in her back pocket and pulled out a flat cardboard which had a few wires in it and basically looked like a pack of gum. He then pointed at the dashboard of the truck, and she could see a GPS system of sorts located on the interstate. “Never underestimate someone in my business,” he grinned at her. Megan started to fill a familiar thread of liquid slipping past her girlhood into her panties warming her again,this time spreading the warmth partly to her thighs before she could stop it. She was starting to pee her pants,and she really didn’t see any way to save herself from doing it. Pulling over meant those other men would catch up, and she wasn’t about to take off her pants in front of Logan, at least not here, and there were no other options left to her. She moaned as she put her hands between her legs trying to keep the warmth inside her body rather than on her pants. Logan looked over at her, seeing her face turn crimson, and a scowl crawling across it from her trying to hold herself, and her eyes tightly closed. “Are you okay?” he asked her. More pee started to pool in her pants, and soon, the seat was feeling soaked and warm, the tops of her legs started to hold a large lake before the water disappeared below her legs again,and some of it leaked over the side of her lap wetting her sides. She couldn’t stop it. Three times, the lake appeared, and then she just had little squirts left that she saw no point in keeping in, pushing to force the rest out. She was now soaked. “I guess you really had to pee?”Logan smiled over softly at her, but her eyes were still closed, and her crimson face was hanging down letting her hair fall over her face to hide the redness of shame in her features. “Megan, it’s okay. You’ve had a really stressful time, and I’m guessing you haven’t been to the bathroom since your ordeal started. You are only human after all.” Megan looked up at him, a part of her sensing something soft in his voice which was non-judgmental. His cool gray eyes were smiling at her, and touched the top of her wet thigh with his right hand, even feeling between her legs with a finger. “It’s okay, Megan. I understand,” he said once more. “But, I’ve peed myself,” she whispered. “Yes, just like a normal person put in a situation like you have been put in. There have been times when I’ve been in that same situation, and it never feels too good to be forced to do that, but it happens.” They smiled at each other for a moment, and then the truck disappeared down the interstate towards the state-line.Chapter 2: To be posted when it's finished |
Involved
Chapter Two point one 2.1 (I plan to write more on this Chapter soon)
They were finally at the motel, after leaving the bigger truck far behind, having stolen another car, and driven to a small town and parking the stolen car nearly fifteen minutes from the motel so that the Red-Tide would think they had abandoned yet another car making it harder to track them down.
They walked in the night air, Megan’s jeans sticking to her bottom as they were soaked from earlier in the truck, and she still had no clean clothes to change for the jeans. Her face was no longer red, as the shock had worn off, though the shame was still there making her face feel cooler with a chill that felt more like sweat. A cold sweat that announced to the world how shamed she was, walking down the street in public in soaked jeans.
Logan couldn’t help but look every so often because despite her discomfort, or maybe because of it, she was really cute that way, and he liked the pattern it had made on her bottom and her legs as it went down her pant legs in the truck.
Megan could finally see the sign for Motel 8 ahead, and she looked over at Logan wondering if he was going to force her to further shame herself by exposing her wet bottom to everyone inside. She didn’t dare ask he didn’t,nor did she want to go in. She was beside herself for the decision for going in with him meant that she was at least protected, but also that everyone would know what kind of baby she had been.
“You stay right here by the front doors where I can see you,” Logan told her. “I’ll be right there checking us in, and if you see or hear anything,wet or not, you come and get me, understand?”
Megan, not wanting a repeat of earlier, earnestly agreed. She really didn’t want to be caught again. The next time, they might not just stop at popping the buttons off of her sweater, which now exposed her white bra, or the button from her jeans, which now exposed the tops of her purple silk panties. Her leg still had the cut on it from the creep slicing her, but though it stung, it wasn’t as bad now it had been a couple of hours.
Logan came back with the key for the room, and grasping her arm as he looked around, he whispered to her. “When we get you inside and out of the spotlight, I want you to take a shower. I’ll go find wash your clothes for you for tomorrow.”
“Where will you be?”
“They have a laundry facility right over there,” he pointed at the smaller building with some lights on. “I’ll be right there washing your stuff. I can see the front door of our room from the outside there, and you’ll be okay.”
Megan nodding, feeling happy that she could at least get her wet clothes off of her now chaffing skin. She waited patiently for Logan to open the motel door, trying to cross her legs and stand with her butt against the wall so that passers-by wouldn’t have a clear view at her disgrace.
Megan walked directly to the bathroom while Logan walked in and turned on the news after he had carefully made sure the room door was locked.
Megan’s pants were still making a kind of rubbing sound that sounded a little like jean cloth on a rubber hose,being slid across it like a bow on a fiddle. She peeled the material from her legs as she slid the jeans down, it being easier to get off by turning inside out. Her violet panties were nearly purple black in the crotch, and the smell that emanated from them after the jeans were down was musky as though an old attic door were disturbed after centuries of hiding something wet in there.
Megan sighed pulled her panties down,watching with satisfaction as the cloth pulled away from her skin much like that of a scab that was coming loose from an old sore, but which still held blood within. Her privates itched, and she couldn’t wait to start the warm relaxing water that was to be her bath.
Bubble bath was found on the side of the tub, and she opened the small tube and poured that in too, sighing as she thought about the relaxation her tired, sore, and smelly body was about to get. She had definitely deserved this after such a harsh day.
It wasn’t long after she had gotten the tub filled, and had just climbed in, when the door to the bathroom jiggled,and then came open revealing Logan with a knife that he had used to wiggle the door free of its lock.
“I need to take your clothes to wash them while you are bathing,” he looked at her as though he had done nothing.
Megan slipped down into the water to try to hide her body among the bubbles of the bubble bath while he gathered her wet jeans and soaked panties. She looked down in shame knowing that it was the only way since she had nothing with her that would allow her to go out there and do it herself.
Megan soaked in the tub for about thirty minutes, washed herself up in fifteen more, and then after drying off,was out in the main room with a blanket from one of the beds covering her chest along with an undershirt and between her legs, a white thick towel that she had wrapped up there almost like a diaper.
Logan came back to see her watching the news, and seeing her in one of the beds smiled. He put her clothes on the foot of her bed and then went to the bathroom before joining her in the other bed. Apart of him wanted to climb in next to her, but he knew that would only spook her and after a day like she’s had, he had to be patient with her.
The long day had been quite difficult on Megan, and she fell asleep while Logan was still watching the news, her clothes still at the foot of her bed.
The moment she fell asleep, and the moment she started to feel like she was in a dark tunnel somewhere, was hard to distinguish, but now, she was panting and breathing for air. At any moment, whatever was chasing her and something with her, would be upon her. At any moment, she would have to face the worst thing she had ever known, but she didn’t even know what that was.
She peeked out some kind of light curtain at the darkening sky, and somewhere deep within her, something bigger than anything imaginable was laughing at her with a huge belly full of Ho ho ho’s. It was out there, and it was in the sky. It was in the air, and it was on the ground. It was unstoppable, and it was coming for them. She felt as though she was in a very low room which was invisible and invulnerable, but if she didn’t let the veil drop back in place, she would be seen, and the invulnerable curtain would not help.
There was a flash of lightning in the sky and a sudden crack of thunder that no only destroyed her invulnerable room and the curtain, but snapped her eyes open so she was looking at the inside of her blankets and smelling a familiar musty smell coupled with a slight scent of ammonia. It was pee!
Suddenly, she felt her body push yet again, and another stronger spurt of pee fell through the towel that acted as a diaper around her waist and soaked into the mattress below her. She was peeing the bed! She sat up, but even as she moved, the heaviness and the lake that was inside the towel could be felt. It was too late, and she was still squirting. Embarrassed and scared, she sat there in bed, and finished peeing in the towel-diaper.
Megan sighed. This wasn’t knew for her, but she had hoped that she could have avoided to pee the first night she had to sleep in the same room with someone else. She didn’t know how she’d be able to explain, but after she peed completely, she reached under the blankets and pulled the towel off from around her waist. It was soaked on the side, a lake still covering her bottom.
Another sigh later, she pulled herself carefully from her wet bedding, and pulled the blankets over as if she had just made the bed, and taking her clothes, she went into the bathroom wash herself off and to put on her clean clothes.Trying to hash out where it goes from here. I have the plan in mind, but putting those events into words is proving to be quite tricky... |
To kick off my Classroom Omorashi Fiction series set in a alternate world where the average girl or woman pees her panties at least several times a week. I plan to feed the background information in three parts. The first part is a Dick and Jane story that was written in this world to help boys understand why girls pee-pee in the panties all the time and how girls and boys should treat a girl who pee-pees her panties in class. The second part is a Grade 6 boy’s guidance class where the teacher lectures on why girls pee their panties, and answers their questions. The third part is Grade 6 girl’s guidance class where the teacher lets the girls talk about the experience of peeing their panties in class, and answers their questions. During this class two girls will pee their panties, and the teacher will make them talk through their desperations and the other girls will talk about what they feel as these two girl go through their ordeals.
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Jane Pee-Pees Her Panties in Class
See Jane in her pretty pink dress walking down the hall past the little girls room with her brother Dick.
She wants to go pee pee before the class just to be safe
But there are too many girls in line.
Some girls hold themselves through their pretty dresses because they have to go pee pee so bad.
Two girls need to go pee pee so bad they tremble.
They try so hard to not pee pee in their panties that it makes them tremble.
One poor trembling girl cries as she pee pees in her panties.
See how wet it is around her hand where she holds her panties through her pretty dress
It was too hard for her to not pee pee in her panties.
Did she not go pee pee at home.
Yes, but it has been on the school bus
And she became afraid of pee peeing her panties when she got off the bus
When a girl is afraid of pee peeing her panties that makes her need to pee so so much more
Then she becomes so afraid that it makes her pee pee her panties right now.
Even if there is not a lot of pee pee in her
That poor girl didn’t have a lot of pee pee inside her
Her pretty dress and panties soaked it almost all her pee pee up leaving a big wet spot on the front of her pretty dress
And only a little bit ran down her legs.
Dick and the other boys laugh at her and call her a baby.
Because boys hardly ever pee pee their pants
And never after they become big boys
Boys don’t laugh at a girl who pee pees her panties.
Even grown-up girls like you mummy and Miss Finch your teacher pee pees her panties
It is very very hard for a girl, even a grown-up mummy to not pee pee in her panties
Seeing the other girl pee pee her panties makes Jane need to pee even more
The bell rings
The other trembling girl cries as she starts to pee pee her panties
Dick and Jane go into the classroom.
She puts up her hand and asks ‘May I go to the little girls room?”
“You know the rule, Jane. No permission for half an hour after the start of class” Said Miss Finch.
Dick sat by his sister Jane
Jane looked scared as she arranges her pretty dress and petticoats
She squeezes her legs tight
Why was Jane scared when she was told to wait Dick wondered?
Jane had went pee pee at home just after he did
He did not need to pee. In fact he could wait to recess as he always did
Half an hour was so little time to wait.
For a boy that is.
But for Jane that was forever
Girls can’t hold as much pee as boys
So girls are always afraid they will pee pee in their panties
When they see another girl pee pee in her panties they become even more afraid they will pee pee in the panties
When a girl becomes very afraid that she will pee pee in her panties, it makes her need to pee even more
That is what is happening to Jane during roll call
Jane squeezes her legs even tighter and sat very very still
Dick knew Jane needed to pee very bad
Because Jane always sat very still when she needed to pee real bad
Most girls held themselves when they needed to pee bad, but a few like Jane would sit very still
Mummy said real ladies don’t hold themselves
Mummy didn’t hold herself when she was about to pee pee her panties
So Jane didn’t hold herself either, though she really wanted to
All Jane could think about was how bad she needed the little girls room
That made her want to pee even more
She knew she was going to pee pee in her panties in class for sure
Half-way through roll call, Jane started to tremble
When a girl trembles its because it is taking all of her might to not pee pee her panties that very moment.
When a girl trembles its because she is so scared that she is going to pee pee her panties any second
Dick knew Jane was going to pee pee in her panties in class for sure
Girls always pee peed in their panties very soon after they started trembling
Poor Jane is going to pee pee in her panties and beautiful dress in front of everybody
See Mary start to look scared as she sees Jane trembling
Mary scrunches her pretty skirt
Dick knows Mary is going to pee pee in her panties too
Please don’t let me pee pee in my panties
Jane trembles real hard to not pee pee her panties right now
All she could think about was that she was going to pee pee in her pretty pink panties and beautiful dress
Jane starts sobbing as her pee goes squirt squirt in her panties
It feels warm and wet in her panties
She feels another squirt squirt in her panties
Dick saw his sister sob and tremble so so hard
He knew her pee was going squirt squirt in her panties
All girls started to cry when their pee went squirt squirt in their panties
Mary trembled even harder
She just knew her pee was going to squirt squirt in her panties any second
Then it came. Squirt squirt.
Both girls sobbed as they kept squirting pee in their panties
Poor poor girls. The warm wet feeling grew and grew inside their panties
Then it all came out. First Jane then Mary.
They cried and cried.
They trembled and trembled
As their pee ran down their legs and on to the floor
The boys laughed
The girls looked sad for Jane and Mary
Miss Finch told the boys not to laugh
She told Jane and Mary they could go to the peed panties crying room
The peed panties crying room is where girls went after they pee peed in their panties
Schools, churches, malls, where mummys work, and theaters all had peed panties crying room
Girls went there to cry and clean up
Then to change into the dry panties and dress each girl kept there
Volunteer mummys were there to help the poor poor girls
They held hands and sobbed as the walked to the door
Dick could see the big wet spot on the back of Jane’s dress and Mary’s skirt
Miss Finch asked Dick and Bill to clean Jane’s and Mary’s chairs and the floor.
It was half an hour now and slmost all the other girls put up their hands to ask to go.
They would have to take turns as only one girl at a time could go
Dick wondered if another girl would start to pee pee in her panties
It was all too much for Miss Finch and she called the office for the spare teacher to come
Miss Finch could not go to the girls room and leave the class alone
She pushed into her tight skirt to try and hold herself
Dick knew Miss Finch needed to pee bad
He wondered if she would pee pee her panties like Jane and Mary
Miss Finch did pee pee in her panties on Monday and Tuesday
Lucky Miss Finch the spare teacher came in time
Miss Finch went off to the girls room for teachers
Then came back and to teach again
Meanwhile Jane and Mary went inside the peed panties crying room
There were 11 other girls there some little girl and some big girls from grade 6
Two mummys held Jane and Mary as they cried and cried
Later they stopped crying and the mummys cleaned them
Then they changed into their spare panties and dresses
Then they went back to class
Dick saw his sister hand a red face
She was embarrassed
So was Mary
Recess came
All the girls lined up for the girls room
The boys watched to see if any more would pee pee in their panties
A big girl from grade 6 pee peed her panties in a tight red skirt
Other girls were holding themselves though their pretty dresses
A teacher told the boys to go outside
Later outside Jane and Mary talked to the other girls
They all talked about Jane and Mary’s pee pee in their panties
And each girl talked about the times they pee peed in their panties
The boys looked towards the girls
And wondered why girls always pee peed in their panties
Because they’re girls, Dick said
Paul said he liked seeing girls pee peeing in their panties
Bob said his mummy always pee peed in her panties
Dick said all mummys do
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Part 2 coming soon |
Sword of Truth Series
Author Note: Hey all this is a small fiction I have been working on for a few days and I apologize ahead of time if my grammar is a little sloppy (never been my strong point). This fiction is based on the book series The Sword of Truth by Terry Goodkind. All characters and settings in this story are the genius of Terry Goodkind and I in no way lay claim to them. For those of you who may not be familiar with the series, I first off must recommend reading them as they are some of my favorites, and second if you are confused by some of the names or details i will list some explanations below.
Richard Rahl- Kahlan's husband and known as the "Lord Rahl." He is ruler of the D'haran empire which after Kahlan and he were married contained a land known as the Midlands.
Mother Confessor- This is the title of Kahlan Amnell, to avoid any spoilers I will simply say that it means she is a ruler of the land known as the Midlands.
Aydindril- Capital of the Midlands
Confessors Palace- Located in Aydindril, the seat of political power.
I hope you enjoy and please feel free to leave any questions, comments, or critiques and if the story is well received I may write a follow up chapter in the future. Thanks and enjoy!
It was a dark and chilly night in Aydindril as Kahlan Amnell, the Mother Confessor, tossed and turned in her bed struggling to return to the sweet dreams she had been enjoying. Richard lay beside her still in a deep sleep oblivious to the world around him. How she wished she could be enjoying her own peaceful slumber, free of all of her duties, responsibilities, and troubles for a few brief hours. This night however she had been awoken still hours before morning by an irritating need to empty her bladder. Kahlan ignored the urge, trying to recapture the sweet dreams she desired, but her bladder had its own plans and until she had paid a visit to the lavatories she would clearly not be getting any sleep. Sitting up and carefully sliding out from under the sheets so she wouldn’t wake Richard, Kahlan climbed out of bed and began dressing in case she happened across any guards wandering the halls of the confessor’s palace on patrol. She would never hear the end of it if the Mother Confessor herself had been spotted dressed in only her undergarments roaming the palace at night. She knew many of the men living in the palace would leap at such a chance, after all she was hardly difficult to look upon, her creamy flawless skin, perfect womanly curves, long lush of dark brown hair, and sparkling green eyes often had many men ogling her, assuming of course that Richard wasn’t in the room. No man wished to risk the wrath of the Lord Rahl.
Kahlan quickly pulled on a loose fitting shirt and pants not wanting to spend any more time than necessary away from the warmth of her bed. She slipped out of their room and silently made her way down the labyrinth of halls that she had walked for nearly her whole life yet the size of the palace never ceased to amaze her as she caught glimpses of the rest of Aydindril through the windows. Kahlan shivered slightly from the immense height and from the icy cold stone floor on her bare feet. Turning away from the windows Kahlan continued making her way towards the lavatories now with a little more purpose in her stride as she felt the mounting pressure of nature calling as her bladder grew more persistent. Now that she was fully awake what had been an urge quickly grew into a need, constantly nagging her with the dull ache in her midsection. Kahlan wondered in annoyance at how the previous rulers of Aydindril could have stood having to walk so far when they were in need of relief, already she had gone through several hall ways and based on her mental map of the palace she still was only half way to her destination.
As she passed through one hallway filled with various pieces of art including beautiful vases and other pottery of all sizes she had to resist the strong temptation to squat over one of the priceless artifacts. The thought brought a small smile to her lips as she recalled the memory of when she had been a little girl getting lost in the complex maze of hallways. She had wondered around for hours in the palace and before long she had stood in tears as she twisted around in a desperate potty dance. On the verge of wetting herself she had seized a small vase, lowered her underwear while lifting up her dress, and filled the vase to the brim. Unfortunately just as she had finished and stood up, her mother had turned the corner and immediately saw what she had done. Kahlan had never seen her mother as angry as she had been that day and had quickly regretted the decision after being forced to work in the palace kitchens for two weeks. Kahlan giggled quietly in the moonlit hall at the memory and the idea of facing a similar dilemma now. Kahlan sighed, she was a grown woman now and the Mother Confessor, leader of the entire Midlands, the thought of being caught in such a way again now was to horrifying to imagine, she was simply going to have to hold it.
As Kahlan continued walking however it was quickly becoming apparent that “holding it” was easier said than done. She berated herself for being so careless and drinking so many glasses of wine at dinner. Now she was paying for it dearly, what had begun as a mild urge that had awoken her in the middle of the night had inexplicably grown rapidly and she was now in a state of major desperation. She couldn’t believe that she actually needed to press a hand against her crotch as she walked like a toddler struggling to contain the imminent flood. She knew it was a fairly short trip to reach the lavatories but now it felt endless to her as she struggled onward knowing her time was quickly running out. How could she already be this desperate in such a short amount of time? It had only been a few minutes yet here she was at the brink of a full on accident; what would Richard think if he could see her now? At least by some miracle she had not yet encountered any guards, in fact she had not yet seen a single person in the whole palace. There was no time to ponder this though as Kahlan hobbled along squeezing her thighs together tightly and with one hand still placed firmly against her crotch as her bladder throbbed painfully.
Spotting a familiar hall Kahlan knew at long last that she was close to her goal, she would only need to reach the end of this last hall and then she would finally be able to take her seat on the porcelain throne she so desperately needed. Her bladder however was making the task far from easy, each step sent her bladder into spasms that threatened to make dry pants a thing of the past. Kahlan dashed down the hall in a race against time as she felt her control slipping away. She reached the end of the hall and immediately hooked a sharp left throwing open the doors to the women’s lavatories panting in relief that she had made it.
Kahlan’s jaw fell in shock as she looked up frozen in place. She was in an enormous room filled with beautiful paintings of wizards and confessors of old, alongside countless sets of shining armor lining the walls, and in the center of it all was a magnificent golden fountain. This was certainly not where she wanted to be, yet she was certain she had come the right way, yet she had somehow ended up at the oddly deserted, entrance of the palace? Had she really gotten lost in her own home? There was no time to think about it however as Kahlan’s overfilled bladder throbbed painfully once again. She twisted her legs together with both of her hands pressed in between doing the very same potty dance she had done so many years ago. Kahlan stood helpless as the nearby splashing water from the fountain tormented her and suddenly she felt a surge of warmth as a small spurt of pee escaped dampening her underwear. Kahlan gasped in shock at the unintentional release, she was only moments away from peeing her pants for the first time in her adult life and she was stuck dancing in desperation listening to the nearby fountain as it mocked her with its endless splashing. Suddenly Kahlan was struck with an idea, she quickly glanced around the room to be absolutely sure she was alone and biting her lower lip in apprehension raced over to the fountain. Her fingers frantically flew across the buttons knowing any second could be her last. She knew that if anyone at all was to see what she was planning she would be the laughingstock of the palace, however if she were to wet her pants she would be laughed at throughout the entire kingdom. Kahlan finally yanked her pants down followed by her white underwear which now sported dark stain and hovered her shapely rear over the fountain’s waters. Kahlan let out a momentous sigh as she closed her eyes as a strong stream splashed against the water below emitting a loud pitter patter. The feeling of relief was monumental as Kahlan continued emptying her bladder no longer worried about who might see as she reveled in the feeling of release.
“Kahlan!” A voiced called out. Kahlan ignored the voice not caring the slightest who was witness to her act. “Kahlan wake up!” Richard said shaking her. Kahlan blinked slowly as she was met with bright sunlight and Richard standing in front of her. Kahlan looked around and saw that she was still in bed and it was morning, she had been sound asleep the whole night. She could have shouted for joy that hadn’t actually done such a humiliating deed in the palace fountain, but then she noticed a very peculiar feeling. Kahlan glanced down as she tossed her sheets aside and a blush immediately erupted across her face. Her underwear and the majority of their bed was soaked, she couldn’t believe she had actually wet the bed for the first time in years. Kahlan slowly brought her terrified gaze to Richard and as she had suspected he had not escaped her accident as one side of his pants were now a noticeably darker color. A thousand thoughts raced through her mind as she tried to speak but before she could say anything Richard bent down and kissed her passionately. Kahlan stared up at him dumbfounded as he finally broke away.
“Richard I don’t understand you.” Kahlan stammered. “I thought you would be furious or disgusted, I just wet the bed like some little kid… why?” Richard cut off the rest of what Kahlan said as he sat down next to her on the bed gently pressed a finger against her lips. “Kahlan you should know by now that I could never be furious with you.” He said calmly. “Especially not for something like this. Everyone has accidents now and then there’s no reason to be ashamed.” Kahlan broke into a smile and hugged him gratefully. “Besides it isn’t every day you wake up to the Mother Confessor herself squirming around and then peeing herself in her sleep.” Richard said as a sly smile crossed his face. “I must say from the look on your face it must have been some dream.” Richard said laughing at the look of horror on Kahlan’s face. “You mean you saw me and didn’t wake me up?” Kahlan said in shock as the blush returned in full force. “I was enjoying it too much and from the look on your face when you let go I would say you did as well.” Richard said as he rose up and began walking away. “And as much as I hate to say it you should probably go get cleaned up before someone comes in and discovers your little accident. Then maybe later we can discuss reenacting this dream of yours, if you’re interested of course.” Richard said with a playful smile on his face as he left the room. Kahlan sat in her soaked bed in complete shock at what Richard had said. “You just keep dreaming Richard Rahl.” She muttered under her breath. “As you said it isn’t every day the Mother Confessor wets herself.” Kahlan said with a shake of her head and a small smile playing on her lips.
Edited October 12, 2011 by Dragon
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Chapter 2-
Music played softly in the background, the room awash in the elegant glow of candlelight. Servants lined both sides of the table, displaying large trays filled with the finest foods in all of D'Hara. Nothing was held back, all of the lavishness due to the Lord Rahl and The Mother Confessor being displayed for the nobility of the territory gathered there tonight.
Dozens of monarchs and dignitaries from neighboring regions sat on either side of an extravagantly decorated table in the Lord Rahl's private dining hall, their conversations creating a low din that buzzed throughout the room.
Anticipation filled the air, these notable guests delighted with the privilege of being in the presence of Lord Richard Rahl and his wife, Lady Kahlan. The majority of their excitement came from being allowed to witness the highly regarded couple.
Word of their extraordinary love for one another, everything that they had fought so hard for and overcome had spread far and wide across all three territories. The Seeker had fallen for his Confessor, loving her beyond the deadly power that she possessed. But even more than that, he was a very powerful war wizard as well as a Rahl, the rightful heir to the throne, and she the Mother Confessor.
No one was immune to the fascination that surrounded the Lord Rahl and his wife, the mystique that enveloped them mesmerizing everyone in the room. Frequent glances to the end of the table brought minute glimpses into the real person of Lord Rahl and the Mother Confessor.
Rejecting the notion of sitting at his rightful place at the head of the table, Lord Richard Rahl sat on one side of the table at the end. He refused to sit in supreme authority over others especially during a dinner, preferring to exert his title only when necessary.
It was only partially the explanation for it. The real reason behind his decision, however, had been Kahlan. She was always the source behind everything that he did, every decision that he made. His world truly revolved around her.
Although he relished being as close to her as possible, he adored sitting across from her, allowing himself the advantage of appreciating every inch of her beauty, to watch her every graceful movement. He knew it made her feel self-conscious, but he loved the awe-struck feelings that washed through him that being in her presence always created within him. Her long, dark, beautiful hair tumbling down to her lower back, her deep green eyes, and her perfectly smooth creamy skin were enough to drive any man wild. However, tonight there was a very special reason for him to watch her.
Reaching for his glass of wine, he cast a glance at his wife. He couldn't help the stuttering beat of his heart as their eyes met, the smile owned by no one but him softly touching her lips.
He had known her, been in love with her for well over two years; had the incredible privilege of calling her his wife for the last three months, and yet she always affected him so deeply. He was still humbled by the thought that Kahlan, a woman of such beauty and profound importance, would fall in love with him, would take a simple wood's guide as her husband. It was like a fairy-tale come to life. He couldn’t help wondering nervously if that all might change after tonight.
Leaning his elbow on the arm of his chair, Richard forced himself to turn his attention back to the dignitary from Glenn Haven and their conversation. His plan still had some time left before it came to fruition for now he needed to focus on the dinner party. Fortunately he had discovered that they shared a mutual love for hunting, much to the Seeker's relief.
He was still trying to adjust to life as the Lord Rahl, attempting to learn how to adapt to these formal dinners as well as everything else that was considered a part of his role as leader of the newly named D'Haran Empire. He found these dinners to be so tedious, often feeling inadequate to be the Lord Rahl.
It was times like these when he was fully reminded of his humble background, his simple upbringing, causing him to question himself and the authority that he now held.
But then he would look at Kahlan, finding reassurance in her smile and the confidence necessary to perform his duties. She seemed to sense when he needed encouragement, her hand suddenly finding his when he needed her most.
"In fact, I caught myself a very nice buck just a couple of weeks ago," the man proudly stated.
"I used to hunt some of the biggest bucks you'd ever laid eyes on back home in Westland," Richard told him.
"You don't say?" the man replied, leaning closer with increased interest.
Glancing up at her husband, Kahlan smiled to herself as she watched him, delighting in the life that danced in his warm brown eyes. He was obviously talking about something that he loved, his face reflecting his thoughts as well as his heart.
She couldn't help but stare at him. He looked so unbelievably handsome in his deep red and black jacket and tunic, the tooth pendant that his father had given him visible through the opening. She knew well what lay beneath the material, the curve of his muscles, the taste of his skin, the scent that drove her wild.
However, she couldn’t help but notice that something was slightly off with her husband tonight. Though she had checked several times, she could swear that she had felt him looking her way; however, each time she had looked he appeared to be preoccupied with the guests.
Kahlan sipped her glass of wine thoughtfully and returned her attention to an elderly wife of a nobleman who had been talking with her for the last hour, attempting to pry information from her on if she and Lord Rahl had considered starting a family yet.
“A rather poorly disguised attempt at uncovering some gossip. As if our love life is anything for them to know about.” Kahlan thought in irritation. As she politely dodged the woman’s questions her mind drifted once again to an event she had frequently been thinking about over the past week.
While Richard had been very comforting and understanding the morning she had wet the bed, she could clearly remember the hungry, lustful look in his eyes and the comments he had made just before he had left the room to let her clean up. If she didn’t know any better Richard had almost seemed to enjoy the sight of her accident and had even hinted that he wouldn’t mind if such a thing happened again! Kahlan had been left bewildered and confused at the thought of Richard actually finding her doing such a childish and humiliating thing enjoyable.
Kahlan shook her head to clear her head of such thoughts, surely it was all in her imagination, Richard had never mentioned that morning again and she couldn’t imagine he had actually enjoyed seeing her wet the bed. There was just no way, this was the Lord Rahl, leader of the D’haran Empire, her Richard!
Kahlan gave a small sigh and returned her attention to the conversation going on with the guests around her when suddenly she noticed a familiar feeling.
“This is just terrific. Why did I have to be thinking of that morning of all things? Now I have to go at the worst possible time.” Kahlan thought in frustration.
Being raised in a political environment her entire life had drilled into her an incredibly long list of rules that a highborn lady simply must obey. How you sit, how you speak, how you walk, how you eat, how you drink, and how there are times that it simply isn’t proper to leave a social function to relieve one’s self. As host alongside Lord Rahl she knew she could not risk insulting any of the important political figures by suddenly departing.
Kahlan shifted a bit in her seat as she composed herself and continued to converse with the guests.
“I’ve been doing tedious dinner parties like this since I was a child, I simply have to wait for another hour or so until the guests leave then I’ll be free to go to the bathroom.” She thought to herself confidently. Besides, though she could feel a definite urge it was nothing that she couldn’t handle.
So the dinner proceeded normally for the next hour as dozens of extravagant dishes were served and delicious wines were served freely until all of the guests were full, slightly drunk, and quite content.
Unfortunately Kahlan was not sharing in the mirth of her guests. Though she had only eaten and sipped her wine sparingly to avoid drawing attention, no matter what she had done each moment that passed brought only further discomfort for her poor bladder. She had never experienced such a rapidly growing urge to pee! She sat with her thighs discretely squeezed together and was unable to stop shifting around in her seat. Her normally toned and flat stomach was extended from the fullness of her swollen bladder.
“How could this be happening? Just a little while ago I hardly needed to go, how am I suddenly this desperate?” Kahlan wondered as she desperately wished she could slip a hand towards her crotch. She didn’t dare risk it with so many important guests around; however, she knew things were quickly becoming dangerous. The meal had finally finished, however, she knew that there would still be a period of socializing that she was beginning to doubt she could make it through without risking an accident.
As she thought this, memories of soaked sheets returned unbidden to her mind causing her face to redden.
“No! That was something that happened while I was sleeping, there is no way I am going to wet myself now. I’m a grown woman I will not have an accident.” She thought furiously.
“Are you feeling well Mother Confessor?” One of the lords asked in concern, noticing that she had been silent for some time and her face was growing red.
“Ah yes forgive me, I have been so busy lately, I found my mind was dwelling elsewhere.”
The other guests nodded understandingly and the lord who had questioned her spoke, “Of course milady, we all understand, you and Lord Rahl sacrifice so much for us all. It must be quite a burden.” He said.
“Not at all, Lord Rahl and I work tirelessly to ensure that all people will be free to live in a world where they may pursue their dreams without fear of tyranny.” Kahlan said doing her best to keep a kind smile on her face as she felt a fresh wave of pressure from her bladder.
Suddenly Kahlan was freed from the conversation when plates began to be cleared and the guests began to rise and walk around the dining area. Now for a brief period of time they would nibble on delicacies and sip drinks being served throughout the room as they conversed. Soon the evening would be over and she could at last relieve her aching bladder.
With these thoughts boosting her resolve Kahlan stood to join the guests, but immediately froze with a small hiss of pain escaping her. Sitting seemed to have been making the task of containing the ocean of pee within her bladder slightly more bearable and the instant she had risen, her control had waivered slightly as her bladder fought to release its contents.
Though it took an enormous effort Kahlan stood and maintained a calm appearance despite that underneath her white confessor’s dress her thighs were trembling slightly and her panties now sported a slight wet spot from her momentary loss of control. She needed to do something fast!
Gritting her teeth, Kahlan walked throughout the room doing her best to maintain a semblance of calm as she searched for the person she needed.
After a few minutes she finally spotted a young skinny girl with short, messy brown hair walking around serving various guests wine.
“Hello Allie, are you doing well?”
Hearing her name the young girl spun around and immediately beamed when she saw it was Kahlan.
“Mother Confessor! It’s been so long, I am doing great thanks to you.” The girl said with a grin.
Earlier that week before Richard and Kahlan had left for the Peoples Palace in D’hara, Kahlan had discovered a young, dirty orphan girl who had been on the verge of starvation. Kahlan had rescued the poor child and after feeding her, promised to find the girl a home. However, the girl refused to part from Kahlan and begged to be allowed to come to D’hara to work in the palace so she could repay Kahlan.
“Allie I am afraid I need to ask you to do a bit of a favor for me.” Kahlan said in a low voice that only the young girl could hear.
“Of course Mother Confessor name it and I’ll see it done.” The girl said eagerly.
Another wave of desperation hit her and knowing Kahlan had no time to waste she leaned towards the girl and whispered her instructions.
“And don’t mention this to anyone else, understand? Now off you go.” Kahlan said as the child nodded with a slightly confused look and hurried off.
Every moment was a constant battle with her bladder at this point. As Kahlan walked she could feel with each step her aching bladder throb painfully as the copious amounts of pee sloshed around.
Despite having no desire to do so, Kahlan joined a group of lords and ladies in conversation using all of her will power to maintain her usual calm and friendly appearance and keep her trembling legs.
After a few moments of conversation that she could only barely follow she felt a tap on her shoulder.
The guests she was with all ceased their chatter and took a few nervous steps back as they noticed the large soldier of the first file, the personal guard of Lord Rahl, who had suddenly appeared. The man was well over six and a half feet tall and was covered to the teeth in armor, weapons, and rippling muscles.
Kahlan glanced towards him as he leaned in a muttered for a few seconds in her ear. She listened and nodded a few times before saying, “Ok I understand I’ll see to it right away, you may return to your post.”
“Is something amiss Mother Confessor?” a few of the lords and ladies asked nervously.
“I’m afraid so, nothing dangerous mind you, but I am afraid that I must step out for a few moments to discuss some urgent business that has come up. I do hope you all will forgive this terrible rudeness.” Kahlan said.
They all nodded and assured her that they understood completely.
“Thank you for your understanding, I will return momentarily.” Kahlan said with a nod to the guests as she strolled across the dining hall and slipped out quietly into the empty halls of the palace. As the door closed behind her Kahlan immediately gave a sigh and hunched over pressing her hands between her legs, through her dress and twisted her legs together. |
Chapter 3-
“Thank the spirits that worked.” Kahlan thought as she quickly shuffled through the candle lit halls toward the nearest restrooms. Allie had followed her instructions perfectly, when the soldier had spoken to her he had done nothing more than mumble incoherently in her ear and then left when she had dismissed him. The intimidating man had played his part perfectly demonstrating the unquestionably loyalty men of the first file had for her and Richard. The guests she had been with had no reason to question her story and would not take her sudden departure as any sort of slight.
Now she could focus on her desperate situation. She still couldn’t understand how for the first time in her adult life she had gotten this desperate so quickly. Kahlan had never had trouble sitting through long political meetings, dinners, or war councils, yet tonight she had been reduced to sneaking away and shuffling towards the restroom holding herself like a little girl after actually leaking in her underwear!
As Kahlan entered the hallway with the restrooms at long last, she gave a groan of impatience and composed herself as she spotted someone standing by the doorway.
Not wasting any time Kahlan approached the restrooms to confront who she discovered was one of the regular guards who typically worked elsewhere in the palace.
“What are you doing in this section of the palace soldier?” Kahlan asked impatiently, in no mood to be polite.
“I was ordered to guard this area to ensure none of the guests or staff came by, apparently the plumbing on this entire floor is malfunctioning and no one is to enter until it is repaired.” The man said in bored voice, clearly not pleased with his new duties.
Kahlan muttered a brief acknowledgement and walked briskly away her white dress billowing behind her.
“Don’t panic.” Kahlan repeated to herself under her breath as she rushed through the hallways as quickly as her desperate bladder would allow.
“If I go to the next floor I can just go to our bedroom and use our private restroom there and be back at the dinner before suspects a thing.” Kahlan thought cursing her poor luck as she reached the stairs and felt the pressure in her midsection more acutely as each step jostled her aching bladder.
“Kahlan there you are!” a voice called out from the top of the stairs.
“Unbelievable” Kahlan thought miserably. A tall, beautiful, blond haired woman with piercing blue eyes, dressed in a tight, form fitting, red leather suit raced down the steps towards her.
“What is it Cara?” Kahlan asked trying to contain the frustration of yet another delay keeping her from her porcelain throne out of her voice.
Cara was one of Richard and Kahlan’s closest friends and as a Mord-Sith was also one of their deadliest protectors. Unfortunately for Kahlan at the moment the blond Mord-Sith was increasing the danger of a puddle on the floor.
“Lord Rahl asked me to find you immediately, he said he had to take care of something and asked that I make sure you said farewell to the guests in his place.”
“Fine but I have to take care of something as well so it will have to wait a few moments.” Kahlan said trying to go past her old friend.
“It’ll have to wait, the guests are getting ready to leave right now and if one of you isn’t there it could result in some serious problems in the future.
These are powerful political members of the D’haran Empire after all, upsetting them would be very unwise.” The blond woman said.
Then without allowing a single word Kahlan was forced to follow Cara back to the dining hall despite her bladder’s continuous protests of distress.
Unfortunately Kahlan knew that Cara was right, without Richard being there it was her duty to say farewell to the guests.
“I just hope I can do it without humiliating myself.” She thought as she massaged her swollen bladder trying not to imagine what an accident would be like in front of so many people.
Before long, Cara was ushering her into the dining hall where sure enough most of the guests were already preparing to leave. Kahlan took a deep breath and clenched her muscles forcing herself to hold on just a bit longer as one by one she shook hands and said farewell to the guests as they took their leave.
The process felt like an eternity for the poor woman and her desperate struggle was noticeable as several of the guests asked if she was feeling well when they noticed her strained face and her occasional odd shifting movements. It had taken several minutes to reassure a group of dignitaries from Tamarang that she was ok after another small jet of pee had managed to escape her tired bladder muscles adding to the growing wet stain on her underwear and causing her to gasp and momentarily hunch over.
Luckily for Kahlan after one final goodbye to an elderly lord and his lady she was able shut the doors at long last, having managed to last without a complete accident, though she could tell her panties were now almost completely soaked from the last leak.
Kahlan quickly dismissed all the guards and servants until at long last she was alone. With fierce determination that only a woman of her bearing could muster, she began the final dash to reach the toilet.
Abandoning all pride Kahlan pressed both hands against her crotch ignoring the fact that her dress would likely get wet from her panties, and moved as fast as she could through the hallways and up the stairs towards her and Richard’s bedroom.
Fortune seemed to finally be favoring her as she did not encounter a single other person to witness her humiliating desperate walk to the toilet, looking no different from when she had been a child who had waited too long to seek relief.
As Kahlan reached the top of the stairs once again her tired muscles failed to prevent another small hot spurt of pee from escaping. Her soaked lacy white panties could no longer absorb any more liquid and her control was truly tested as she felt a small trickle of warm pee run into her hands and down her leg.
“No! Not yet, just a little further.” Kahlan whimpered as she forced herself to stop the flow and keep moving.
Wasting no time she hobbled down the hallway and threw open the door to her and Richard’s bedroom. At long last she had made it, across the room the door to her long awaited relief.
Without a second thought Kahlan ran across the room and turned the knob and shoved open door of the restroom.
“This can’t be happening.” Kahlan said in a panic as she franticly pushed on the door again and again.
“K-Kahlan?” a woman’s voice called from within the bathroom in a shaky voice.
Kahlan looked at the door wild eyed, “Cara what are you doing in our bathroom?”
“F-forgive me Kahlan I-blurgh- think I might have eaten something tha-blarg, the first floor restrooms were closed and this was the closest one avail-aughrgh.” The rest of whatever the woman was saying was drowned out as she retched loudly into the toilet.
“Please Cara I need you to open the door! This is an emergency!” Kahlan yelled nearly hysterical as another small spurt of pee escaped and dribbled down her legs.
Unfortunately her cries were to no avail; as Cara gave no response other than continue her violent heaves as she vomited.
Kahlan was out of options, her exhausted bladder muscles were slowly betraying her and there was no chance of her making it to another restroom.
“Cara please, you have to let me in! I can’t wait any longer it’s gonna come out any second if you don’t…” Kahlan’s final plea was cut off as she gasped and then gave a small whimper and slowly removed her trembling hands from between her legs, as the loud pitter patter of liquid splashing down on to the wooden floor filled the room.
The beautiful dark haired woman couldn’t hold back a small moan of relief as her long struggle with her aching bladder came to an end.
Her muscles had simply reached their limits and now a numb feeling enveloped her entire midsection. All she could do was simply watch as a torrent of hot golden pee flowed through her soaked panties, down her long luscious legs, and pooled onto the floor below.
How could this have happened? She hadn’t had an accident since she was a child and now she had completely lost control. The blushing woman sunk to her knees and continued to watch helplessly as her bladder continued to empty. Her white confessor’s dress had a large wet patch on the front from where she had been holding herself and now an even larger stain was covering the back as urine flowed through her soaked panties.
Her entire body trembled as she wrestled with dozens of the different emotions filling her. She was obviously embarrassed to the extreme, as well as growing frightened now at what would happen if she was discovered. However, as the puddle began to grow even further outwards, she realized she actually was feeling a bit of pleasure. Though she hadn’t believed it was possible, somehow her face grew even redder, as for some reason excitement raced through her body.
“I’m sitting here wetting myself like a little girl, how can I actually be getting turned on right now?” Kahlan thought.
At long last after what had felt like an hour her stream finally finished. As the last drops ran down her beautiful, pale legs, the mother confessor couldn’t suppress a low moan of pleasure and relief.
“Well I can’t say I blame you for enjoying that, I didn’t think it was even possible for you to hold that much.”
Kahlan gave a gasp of surprise and jerked her head upward, where instead of the closed bathroom door; she was greeted with long muscular legs clad in crimson leather.
Cara leaned casually against the doorway examining Kahlan and her massive wetting accident with an amused expression.
“I must say, I couldn’t believe it when you actually lost it, but there was no doubt when I heard what almost sounded like a waterfall out here.”
Kahlan couldn’t find the words to respond as she stared at her friend in shock. The blonde Mord-Sith was still grinning and certainly didn’t have the appearance of someone who had been in the bathroom throwing up.
“It certainly looked like you needed that.” Cara said with a smile looking at the puddle that was surrounding Kahlan and had nearly reached the bathroom door.
Shaking her head and laughing quietly Cara directed her gaze away from Kahlan, “So did my performance meet your expectations Lord Rahl?”
Kahlan’s entire body froze on hearing Cara’s words. Dreading what she was about to see, Kahlan slowly turned around. Sitting there on the bed with his face unreadable was her husband Richard Rahl.
“Yes Cara, that will be all for this evening. See that we are not disturbed and remember what I told you.”
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll take what happened tonight to my grave, but honestly Lord Rahl I have my doubts that anyone would believe me anyway. I mean who would actually think Lord Rahl would have some sort of crazy fetish like thi…”
“Cara!” Richard’s eyes flashed as he spoke in a low, but clearly dangerous tone.
“Not another word. Thank you for your assistance tonight, you are dismissed for the evening and once again you are forbidden to speak a single word to anyone about what I have had you do tonight.”
Sensing that Richard wasn’t in the mood for her teasing, Cara gave a low bow and quickly skirted around Kahlan’s large pool of pee, before taking her leave.
Silence filled the bedroom as Kahlan and Richard sat staring at one another. Richard sitting on the bed tense and expression unreadable, and Kahlan still openmouthed in bewilderment.
“Why?” Kahlan said weakly.
Richard gave a small sigh and put his hands on his knees as he looked away from her.
“Well Kahlan, I know this is going to sound incredibly bizarre and I know that you must be miserable right now, but you need to give me a chance to explain. I promise that I will accept any punishment, even if you want to leave me, but only after you hear me out.”
Kahlan gave a small frown and shifted around to lean on the wall, causing some small splashes, as she waited to hear Richard speak.
“Well it began that morning last week when you wet the bed. You see, I sort of have this…thing for girls and peeing. More specifically I enjoy seeing women get desperate to pee and end up accidently wetting themselves. I can’t really explain why, but I’ve pretty much enjoyed it for my entire life.”
Richard paused and gave a small glance towards Kahlan, who was still frowning but was showing no signs of interrupting so he continued.
“Ever since the day I met you back in Westland I have dreamed of seeing you wet yourself, but, I simply couldn’t bring myself to admit it to you. Even after we got married I was terrified that if I ever told you about it you would think I was a freak or humiliate me by spreading my secret. So I vowed to simply forget about my fetish and keep it a secret from you, but that morning caused something to snap in me. Seeing you wet the bed like that was incredible, it was one of the most amazing experiences I’ve ever had and you looked so erotic and beautiful Kahlan. It wasn't enough though. I needed to see you have a real accident; every day after that morning I thought I was going to lose my mind I wanted it so bad. However, I still couldn't bring myself to tell you, despite knowing how detestable it was, I ended up creating a plan to make you wet yourself.
After how long I’ve known you I knew how strong willed you are and that making you lose control wasn’t going to be an easy task. My first step was to obtain a few rare ingredients that I used to spike a bottle of wine, which I ordered to only be served to you throughout the dinner party tonight.
Normally they help a person flush out toxins from their body, but for my purposes they were able to speed up your body and create a very real and very urgent need to pee.
Next I convinced the waiting staff and the guards that a pipe had burst on the floor of the dinner party causing all restrooms on that floor to be unavailable. I figured eventually you would find a way to sneak out of the party to go find relief, so I had guards posted at every restroom. In addition for extra security I recruited Cara.
As our closest friend and my most loyal guard I knew she was the only one I could turn too to ensure my plan was a success. Though it was humiliating to explain it, she agreed to help me. In her words, “Compared to some of the other cruel and deadly things I was ordered to do under the previous Lord Rahl, helping you make your wife wet herself for a kink seems rather harmless.” She helped ensure that you didn’t go near any other restrooms in the palace except the one in our bedroom and once you arrived there she was to stall you just long enough for you to lose control. I was watching the entire time this evening and was even able to follow you after you said farewell to all of the guests. You were so focused on your bladder that you didn’t even notice me following you or that I was sitting right here the whole time you were losing control.”
Richard took a deep breath and laid his head on his hands.
“Kahlan I realize that what I did to you tonight was a complete violation of your trust and your body. I am so sorry. I understand if you can never forgive my actions, but I truly love you and would never do anything to hurt you Kahlan.” Tears were in Richard’s eyes as he begged his beautiful wife, who was covered in pee, to forgive his betrayal.
For a long time Kahlan didn’t say anything she simply sat on the ground in the middle of her puddle taking in what Richard had said.
Then with a few splashes and drippings Kahlan swiftly rose and walked straight over to Richard and looked him in the eyes.
“You are a complete and utter idiot.” Kahlan said in a low voice.
“I-I know.” Richard said in a shaky voice as he looked away, dreading what was about to happen.
“After the last few years of knowing me you actually thought I would mock or humiliate the man I loved because he had some odd fetish?”
Now it was Richard’s turn to stare in shock.
“W-what?”
“While I admit it’s a little…unique I would never share anything so personal or mock something that’s just a part of you Richard. I love everything about you and that’s that.”
Richard broke into a grin and jumped off the bed and brought Kahlan into a hug nearly crying from happiness as Kahlan protested. “Eww Richard I’m covered in pee don’t hug me!” But her protests were ignored and finally she simply sighed and sunk into his embrace.
“I do have one question though.” Kahlan said suddenly separating herself from him, once again frowning.
“What would you have done if I had lost control and wet myself in front of all those politicians tonight? It could have ruined my reputation throughout D’Hara and The Midlands if the Mother Confessor had peed herself.” She asked with a blush once again covering her cheeks.
“Oh I had already thought about that. I spoke with Nicci and although I didn’t explain why, I asked her to help me master a difficult piece of magic. Though I still don’t have full mastery over my powers as a war wizard, a powerful former sister of the dark like her was able to work with me to learn what I needed.”
“Nicci taught me how to use subtractive magic to erase memories from people’s minds. Eventually I was able to master it to the point where I could use it on large groups of people at once. In the event that you lost control too soon, I was at hand to make sure no one would have any memory of you wetting yourself.”
Kahlan nodded satisfied with his explanation, though her face remained red.
“So, um, you were sitting there on the bed the whole time I…I was going?” Kahlan said turning away from him in embarrassment.
Now Richard was blushing a bit as he nodded in answer.
Kahlan sighed and punched him playfully on the shoulder.
“I still can’t believe your plan actually worked. I haven't had an accident during the day like this since I was just a little kid.”
Now that his worries were gone a different look came into Richard’s eyes, an almost hungry look.
“It was incredible though, I couldn’t believe how much you were holding, the whole thing was better than anything I could have ever imagined, I nearly jumped on you then and there when you started moaning.” He said as one of his hands slipped down her back and felt the still warm and wet material on the back of her dress.
Kahlan was wide eyed in embarrassment. “Richard!”
Her blush grew even greater when she felt something hard beginning to poke her in the stomach, informing her just how much he was enjoying her predicament.
“I still can’t believe you actually enjoyed me wetting myself.” Kahlan said. “Besides you would moan too if you had needed to go as badly as I did.” She said defensively.
“Really because I was actually wondering Kahlan, was all that moaning only from relief?” Richard said with a sly grin.
Now Kahlan was really going red and tried to pull away from him, but he held her firm.
“Come on Kahlan, I was only a little ways away and if I didn’t know any better I might actually have thought that even if it was just a little bit, you enjoyed wetting yourself.” Richard said in a low sexy voice in her ear.
Kahlan tried to look at anything but him as she tried to deny it, but unfortunately Richard could see right through her and continued to press her.
“In fact I might even wager that the great Mother Confessor liked being in such a childish situation. A public scenario where out of nowhere, you were hit by an overwhelming urge to pee, each moment that passed making your struggle more dire. All those people around and like a little kid the Mother Confessor in desperately trying not to have an accident in her clothing, I suspect that you even lost control once or twice and leaked a bit.”
As Richard spoke Kahlan breathing was growing heavier and she could feel her entire body getting hot. Richard slowly worked the back of her wet dress up and rubbed his hand along the soaking wet material of her lacy panties.
“You a grown woman was slowly losing control and wetting her panties. What would those politicians think if they knew? But, things were looking up when they were all finally gone; you had just barely managed to control yourself without a full blown accident. You hobbled all the way up those stairs holding yourself just like a little baby didn’t you Kahlan? Then when you finally reached our bedroom and tried to get in to our restroom you found it occupied. Just like a child you danced around trying to hold on until finally you lost all control and went and had an accident in your clothes. Instead of using the toilet like a big girl you just stood there and peed all over yourself…Mmmf!”
Richard was cut off as Kahlan suddenly slammed her lips against his in a deep and passionate kiss.
They fell back onto the bed and were lost in their own world as they kissed, until finally they were forced to break apart for air.
Kahlan had a wild and lustful look on her cherry red face, all the confirmation Richard needed to prove the truth of his words.
“You know Richard I was a bad girl and wet myself. I was wondering if maybe you could help me clean up and get out of these wet clothes.” Kahlan said in a deep, sultry voice in Richard’s ear.
Without a moment wasted Richard jumped up and gathered Kahlan into his arms bridal style, carrying her towards the bathroom.
“Oh my you’re right Kahlan, you must’ve really needed to go. I suppose a nice hot bath is in order for a naughty girl like you. No need to be worry though, I can help you out.”
Kahlan grinned at him and snuggled against his muscular chest.
“Thank you Richard and I’m so sorry I wet myself like that, I’m so embarrassed.” Kahlan said playfully.
“Oh no need to apologize Kahlan, everyone has accidents now and then, even the Mother Confessor.” Richard said with a smile as he carried his beautiful, wet wife into the bathroom for a bath.
Thanks for reading everyone, this chapter will likely mark the end of this series for me, although I won't 100% rule out the possibility of a short follow up chapter involving a future scenario of Kahlan exploring wetting some more. I hope you all enjoyed it! As usual please feel free to comment with any constructive criticism or advice, I am always hoping to improve my writing. Thanks again!
Edited September 11, 2013 by Dragon
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The Succubus
by DewLeaf
This story was inspired by wetnote from Z and Faust, but it is quite different, and has nothing to do with a notebook. I love Z and Faust's work!Chapter One
Chapter One is just an introduction, and though there is a bit of desperation mentioned, it is really just setting up some characters. I cannot hope for this work to ever become as popular as Faust's or especially Z's Wetnotes, I do know that overdoing the Wet Note will not make it better or make it my work. Even if others make Wet Note Stories, no one can really have credit for that work other than Z and Faust in my opinion.
This story is not very good yet, but I do plan to make it as intriguing as some of Z's work, if I can... even touch on her ability at all. Maybe I can't, but we'll see where this goes.
So...
Chapter One:
"What was going on at school today?" Ken asked himself as he stared at Vanessa,
a random girl in his advanced Training class. What was she doing that
was so interesting? Well, you really better not ask unless you really want
to know. Do you? Are you sure? This isn't something that is
considered normal. You're sure? Well, alright...
Vanessa had long dark yellow-blond hair, light freckles around her nose, and glassy blue
eyes that shined happiness into the heart of anyone that met her. She was
a bubbly young woman, somewhere around her early twenties or maybe even late
teens. But what had Ken, a twenty-four year old sandy-brown hair boy
curious, was that she was bouncing her left leg. That wouldn't have even
bothered him, except he realized that behavior was happening a lot on this
day.
In his first period, Beverly, a golden-tan girl with black course
hair and brown eyes had been sitting there, probably nearly twenty minutes
tapping her foot. Of course, Ken had shrugged it off. He was a
little bit into girls that held it a bit long, and even wondered what they
really would do, if say, they just peed a little. Not enough to be
noticeable, but enough that they'd feel weird about it. Still, he never
hoped to realize his dream of seeing such a display up close.
In his second period, there were two girls that were tapping their legs for quite a bit
of time, and both of those classes were before lunch. What was
interesting, was that Wendy, a red headed girl with green eyes, had a suspicious
looking wet spot on the back of her pants. The wet spot though, was very
small, and it could have been explained by anything. Though Wendy had been
wigging for nearly thirty minutes, she didn't seem to blush or worry once it was
time to get to the toilets after class.
Ken now, was watching Vanessa,
wondering if her bouncing legs was just a girl thing, or if she was wanting a
bathroom. He wondered if she would run to the bathrooms, and if she would
have a similar wet spot on the back of her own baby blue skirt. Her tits
were nearly poking through the white top she had on because it fit her so
tightly. Almost every guy in the class would have noticed that much
anyway.
"Mr. Rookwood, Would you please explain the model," Mr.
Gnossis had called on him.
Reluctantly, Ken looked away and came
to the front to explain the model that was spread for the students to see.
He could see even better, though, from there, that Vanessa's legs were in
constant motion rubbing each other, and her tits were like mountains poking her
light white blouse up, with the peaks of the mountains clearly giving every
student a view of her.
"Dang," Ken cursed under his breath.
"Why did she have to wear THAT blouse on the day I get called. It's so
hard to concentrate!"
Ken's face was starting to heat up as he stuttered
through the explanation of the model. He knew the answer quite well, so
everyone knew that the reason he was blushing was that his eyes kept wandering
back to Vanessa, and her very aluring clothing choice. His own pants were
only stopped from getting a similar peak because of the uncomfortably tight
briefs that started out quite roomy.
He watched as her legs constantly squirmed, because while everyone else though he was just looking at
her breasts, which would make anyone stare and blush, he really was getting
interested in her situation as she had now started to scoot back and forth in
her seat. Of course, Mr. Gnossis wouldn't deny her the right to leave
class, but at the same time, he would not be demonstrating this model again, so
it was her only chance to see it explained.
Ken looked around at all the students as he explained the model, the boys in dark trousers and white shirts
and the girls in light blue skirts and white blouses. He tried to keep his eyes
anywhere but under Vanessa's table, but his eyes kept wandering back. His
explanations were long and tedious, and his face was feeling hot and sweat
droplets formed at his brow. It was amazing that no one had really noticed
where he was looking.
Finally, his knees shaking, and his thoughts on her thighs which were in constant motion now, rubbing and opening and closing, he walked weak kneed back to his seat and slumped in it with his face bright
red. Any moment now, Vanessa was going to have a wet spot on her skirt,
and he didn't know how many people realized it. He couldn't be the only
one though. |
Security?
Dewleaf
Bridget, a dark auburn headed girlwith green eyes and a silk smooth face without a blemish, had checked hercarryon one last time for the things she would need. Passport, ticket, money, and phone book—it wasall there. Sighing, she looked at thetime and realized she had no time to check anything else. The transport, a white van with the airportlogo on it, had already been waiting outside for nearly ten minutes, and if shedidn’t get out the door soon, she would be held up by security and miss herflight.
Bridget opened the door for the manthat was growing impatient as he tapped his foot at her front door waiting forher to open it so he could help her with her luggage.
“I’m so sorry,” Bridgetapologized. “I just overslept and didn’thave time to do anything!”
“That’s quite alright,” the man saidthough his actions showed that it was anything but alright as he grabbed hertwo heavy cases and grumbled as he loaded them into the van. “Just have a seat and I’ll get you there assoon as I can.”
Bridget looked from the floor as ifshe had expected to be scolded, up his black trouser legs, to his burgundy shortsleeve shirt, and into one day unshaven face and his cool blue eyes. His blond hair was ‘floppy.’
“So, where are you headed?” thedriver asked. “I mean, are you going outof town or out of the country?” he clarified as he got into the driver’s seat.
“I’m on my way to Nebraska to go homefor the holidays,” Bridget smiled his way, her eyes gleaming with thebrightness that would tell that she still needed more sleep. She yawned.
The morning traffic was light, andthe street lights seemed to be on her side as the van slide easily through theearly morning city and to the airport within fifteen minutes.
Bridget grabbed her carryon as theman reached into the back of the van for her two check-in bags. He carried them into the early morning lobbywith only a few people waiting in line, and once he had her situated in line,he disappeared.
Bridget checked the time, and it wasonly just opening time and the staff, behind the check-in desk, was now openingup, but because she had been later than she wanted, she was now the thirtieth personin line rather than the tenth. Shesighed.
Her plane was due to leave in aboutforty-five minutes. She hoped it wouldn’ttake that long to get to her gate because she was starting to feel like goingto the bathroom. If she left the line atthe moment, she would have to go behind another fifty people, so she decided tostick it out and wait.
The people at the check-in desk wereasking questions, making sure the customers had their cards filled outproperly, and registering everyone ‘and their kitty cat’ for the flight. It seemed to take forever. Bridget’s eyes were drooping, her stomach hada nervous pit in it like she always got before a flight, she was reminded bynoises in her stomach that she had not eaten that morning, and her bladder wasstarting to play pulsing games with her stomach.
Thirty-five minutes to go before hertake off, and she was now number three in line. She waited anxiously, her black gym bag and her blue suitcase slidingalong in front of her, and her tan shoulder bag over her shoulder. Her stomach throbbed, her stomach rumbled abit more, her eyes felt like pin lights were blazing into them, and her legswere slightly rubbing together.
“Come on,” she whispering toherself. “Can’t you guys go any faster?”she looked longingly to the people at the check-in desk, she was now second inline. Her hands kept moving to herstomach and down to her sides, trying to keep herself lady-like and notgrabbing herself like a baby. She wasnineteen years old after all. She wasfar too old to be putting herself in such situations, and yet here she was.
The time ticked slowly to thirty-fourminutes, thirty-three, thirty-two, and the line moved again. She was now second in line. Any minute, she could go to the securitypoint, get through it, and then hopefully find a bathroom before looking forher gate.
It seemed the man that was at thecounter now was checking in three bags, he was doing something about histicket, and had a million questions that held up the line. He was a fat guy with brown-turning silverhair in a brown suit.
“This is very delicate,” he seemed tomake sure the people at the check-in understood him well. “If anything gets broken, I’ll be suing thehandlers and everyone else associated with the flight because it is veryimportant that it reaches Nebraska.”
“Yes, we understand,” the lady inwhite silk dress shirt informed him with a smile. They carefully put that special bag on theconveyor belt, the words fragile facing up.
That wasn’t enough though, he had togo through the process of buying insurance, of checking his other bags in, andactually talking about whether his return ticket was refundable since he wasn’tso sure he was coming back this way.
Bridget’s stomach had a constant dullache. Her legs were now bicycle rubbingin place as her bottom squirmed side to side, back, and back to normalposition. She was in constant chantmode. “Please hurry. Get going, man. Please stop asking dumb questions. Come on, just a little more….”
A young boy, about sixteen years oldbehind her, was watching with interest as the girl squirmed, and seemed to begiving him a private sexy dance. Hesmiled and daydreamed that she was removing her jeans as she danced inplace. That her white top was alreadyunbuttoned, and that her hair was down and just covering where her tittiesshould be.
Time was ticking by. Twenty-eight, twenty-seven, twenty six, andthe man was finally walking away though looking back as though he were worried thathe had forgotten to ask something.
“Just keep walking,” Bridget thoughtto herself, her left hand creeping slightly closer to her crotch, debatingwhether she really should hold herself in public or not.
“Sean, stop looking at that girl,”Bridget heard a whisper from behind her, and she felt her face get hot withperspiration and embarrassment. She wasnow first in line, and hoped they would hurry because she still had to getthrough security and to the bathroom before the plane took off.
Twenty-five, twenty-four,twenty-three, and finally it was her turn to go up and have her bags checked in. She found their questions annoying and commonsense. She impatiently nodded or shookher head as they asked her that she had not left her bags unattended, and shehad a return address in case her bags were separated from her, and othersenseless things. All the while, hermovements were getting more pronounced so that everyone in line could see hermove a little, stop as she tried to fight through an urge, and then startmoving again. Even the staff behind thecounter noticed how she moved.
“Ma’am, are you okay?” one of theladies asked her.
“Yes,” Bridget practically had tearsin her eyes. “I just have to pee reallybad, so if you can just get my bags checked in so I can go, that would begreat.” She had wanted to say it thatclearly, but actually, she could only get out two or three words at a time as shestruggled, now her hand starting to massage near her crotch trying to keep herfingers away from it, but getting scared that something was going to leak atany moment. Her breathing was veryheavy, and her wiggle dance was nearly as though she was running in place.
“Alright, you are clear,” the womanfinally released her. “Your gate isthrough security and at the end of the hall.”
“Thanks,” Bridget gathered hercarryon back up to her shoulder with her free hand, one hand still massagingnear her crotch, still itching to hold herself, but too embarrassed to outrightdisplay such a private thing in public though everyone could easily tell she wasantsy and needing to pee badly.
She walked with a squeak from hersneakers down the white wax floor of the lobby to the security gate where shefound many people in front of her. Hermovements now included her hopping up and down as she waited in line. Twenty minutes, nineteen, eighteen….
Security seemed to be moving alongquite steadily, and only occasionally did they target a man or woman out of themany passing people to scan with scanners, to touch from head to toe with theirhands, and so on.
Fifteen minutes to go, and Bridgetwalked up to the security conveyor to put her carryon through the scanner. Then, she walked to the doorway that was toscan her, her constant moving and dancing and such making it quite hard for themachine to do its job for it was an x-ray machine.
“Please step over here out of line,”the security guard asked her. “Is therea reason you are moving so frantically?”
“I’m sorry, but I just really reallyhave to pee, and my flight leaves in about ten minutes.”
“Alright, well, I’m afraid with yourmoving around, the machine cannot do its job, so I’m going to have to check youmyself.”
“Oh, really?” Bridget askedblushing. “Can’t I just try to standstill now I know?”
The guard shook his head. “I’m sorry, but the others are already usingthe machine and it would be hard for everyone if we tried to put you back in,unless you want to go the end of the line.”
“No, that’s okay. Just please hurry,” she blushed.
The guard started at her feet, takingoff her shoes to check the feel of her socks. He didn’t seem to complain as she continued to bounced around with herknees. He felt up her pant legs as faras his hand could reach, then he started to touch her legs, grasping themfirmly to see if anything was hidden down them.
“Is this guard for real?” Bridgetwondered to herself. “Why isn’t a womanchecking me?”
He moved his hands up her legs to herknees when she felt a little squirt that caused her hands to cover hercrotch. Decency was now something thatdidn’t matter as much as her dry jeans especially with this man feeling up herlegs. He moved passed her knees, and shefelt another squirt causing her to rub her legs together and to bounce.
“Ma’am, you need to please stopbouncing, or I’ll have to start over or possibly have you strip so I can seeyou don’t have anything hidden.”
“I… I…” she wanted to say she couldn’t,but she was scared that he would actually make her take her clothes off, so sheended her statement with a nod as she pressed her crotch with all her strengthwith just her hands, and bent showing her bottom to everyone looking.
The man continued to grasp around herthighs now, and Bridget was squeezing her eyes closed as hard as she wassqueezing her muscles and trying to keep her liquids inside. She even used her fingers to try to pull theskin of her lips closed in a futile attempt to keep the next sharp painfulsquirt from oozing through and into her jeans. It didn’t work, and her crotch suddenly felt wet and warm.
The man moved his hands far enough upher legs, that he was now right next to the wet spot in her jeans. She blushed and though she wanted to push hishands away, she knew that it would just cause more trouble, so she tried tocooperate. The man felt her peed pants,which made her blush like all the blood in her body had just found her face.
“You’re peeing your pants,” the guardtold her.
“Yes, I know,” she whispered wishinghe hadn’t commented quite so loudly.
He nodded and continued, now pushingher hands out of the way so he could feel her crotch. It was so wet and warm, that he seemed toenjoy keeping his hand there a bit longer, before he moved it around some. This caused her body to release another jetof pee which was greeted by a smile on his face. She was doing it. She was peeing herself quite slowly. He continued to feel there for another coupleof squirts, and then felt around her bottom, poking his hand into the back ofher jeans, trying to feel the crack of her butt as more pee spread thatdirection.
Finally, though she was only halfwet, he used his wet hands to continue feeling up her sides, her stomach, andthen to her chest. He felt under hertits, causing them to lift up, but only through her shirt, her pee stillspilling down her pant legs now, and to the floor making a puddle. He moved his hands over her breast, andpushed them together, and then pulled them apart to see if anything was hiddenthere, and under her arms, and finally up her neck and his finger, wet with pee,poked itself into her mouth.
The salty wet taste of her own peemade her gag, but he moved his finger around her teeth and her tongue. The pee was now tapering off and justdribbling down her wet legs and on the floor. Then he moved his hand back down her sides, and coming to her pantsagain, he slowly felt her inside her legs, feeling the wet shame she hadproduced for herself.
“Alright, you are clear to go,” theman said.
Bridget, gathered her things, andstarted walking down the hall in saturated pants, her face crimson, and justmade the flight. The attendants foundher a plastic bag to sit on for the trip, or at least until she could changeonce the plane was in the air. She waslucky that she had an extra pair of panties in her bag. She would wear those and wrap her coat aroundher waist when she got off of the plane to hide her panties until she got toher parents’ house. |
Hermoinein a Diaper?
DewLeaf
Hermoine confidently picked up asnail shape stone off of a pumpkin and threw it into Hagrid’s hut to get theattention of those inside. She picked upa second one, and threw it directly into hair’s head.
“Ouch! That really hurt!” he exclaimed from rightbeside her. Yes there were two of themfor Hermoine and Harry who were outside the hut, had gone back in time with a magicdevice that hung around Heroine’s neck to try to save Harry’s Godfather from afate worse than death.
At the moment, however, they werealso focused on saving Buckbeak whom they liked especially after the hippogriffhad humiliated their worst peer, Malfoy. At any moment, the folks from the ministry were going to come toslaughter the great monster.
Finally, Earlier versions of Ron,Hermoine, and Harry were leaving out the back door, and Harry and Hermoine whowere the time travelers, had to duck back further into the bushes.
The good thing about magic, wasthat when you were confident, and capable, it can fix or hide almost everythingthat would make a teenager’s life difficult, and give them more confidence thattheir secrets would not be exposed. The drawbackto hiding your secrets through magic however, is that anytime you feltunconfident or when you faced a situation that made you feel powerless, thenthat magic can be undone by your lack of confidence.
Hermoine, Ron, and Harry werewatching as the ministry talked inside the cabin, and all of them were feelingpowerless. Hermoine was showing, for thefirst time in three years, a kind feeling that she really couldn’t fixeverything.
From behind where the three stood,Harry’s jaw dropped as he saw what looked like her jeans peeling like skin backto reveal some kind of hole in real space, and he could see a diaper beneaththe veil created by the magic. It wasonly a small hole in reality, and it was further down her hips. It revealed a pink diaper! He looked a bit closer just as Hermoinenoticed the displacement herself.
“Is that what my hair really lookslike from the….” But seeing that Harry was already looking, she just mumbled “back?” She wanted to draw his attention up higher,but it was too late.
He already saw that not only wasshe in a diaper, but it was sagging a bit from her having peed herself sometimeearlier. Her face couldn’t keep fromturning maroon as she stood there speechless for a moment, but the three hadjust left chasing after Scabbers, and Harry started towards the Hippogriff totry to defuse the awkward situation.
“No… not yet,” stammered Hermoineher confidence now wavering that he had seen her secret. “We have to make sure they see the Hippogrifffirst or they’ll blame Hagrid.”
“Right.”
They finally approached Buckbeak,and Harry went to untie him after bowing low to him. He told Buckbeak to leave, but the stupidbeast just stood there looking at him. He wasn’t really thinking at the moment, because catching Hermoine inher secret was still filling his mind.
Hermoine, however, had gone forthe ferrets and started to lead Buckbeak to follow them. As they walked back towards the WhompingWillow, Hermoine could tell that Harry was still thinking about what he hadseen. She wanted to get the awkwardnessbehind them as she and he approached the tree.
“Alright,” Hermoine decided tocome out with it. “I wear diapersbecause sometimes I pee my pants, okay?” she asked him trying to get him tostop acting weird about it.
“Oh, I know,” Harry turned redderthan even she did. “I suspected as muchfor a long time now.”
They were now waiting for theaction to start again.
“If you know, then why are youbeing so weird about it?” Hermoine asked him a little upset.
“I… I’m not. It’s just, um, I thought it was just mydaydreaming, or that the light was funny or something. I never actually expected to find out forsure that you had to use them.”
“Well, I do, so can we talk aboutsomething else?”
“No. Because I’ve been wanting to know for a longtime. I have to know. Are you in the same one as earlier, or haveyou changed it yet?” he looked up at her.
“If I let you see, will youpromise to drop it?”
Harry shrugged. He wasn’t sure if he could drop it. Hermoine took both of his hands. She looked into his eyes so he would know shewasn’t lying. She whispered.
“The thing is, Harry, I did changemy diaper, but that was hours ago. Andthen we were in the Hospital wing for so long, that um… I haven’t had a chanceto change since leaving the castle this time, and I’ve already started to leaka little.”
“So, you um… still have to pee?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, can I see you do it? Can I see you pee the diaper?”
“Do you want to?”
Harry nodded his eyes on hersparkling eyes.
“Alright, but if I do this, youcan’t tell Ron that I wear them, and you can’t let anyone else know about myaccidents.”
“I won’t,” Harry whispered a handreaching across her shoulder and rubbing it.
Hermoine sighed and then shepointed her wand at her jeans. Immediately, her jeans disappeared because they were only an illusion,and Harry could see her pink diaper there in the evening air.
“It’s kind of cute,” he blushed ashe whispered to her. But it was morethan cute. He could feel an unfamiliarfeeling as something in the pit of his stomach started to become solid, and hesuddenly was very aware of his own boy? No manhood? His trousers wererestricting his third leg from extending out and it felt quite uncomfortable ashe watched her squat down, and he watched between her legs, her face looking upat him almost like a little girl as her eyes looked up at him with trust.
He squatted down next to her, andhe watched between her legs, waiting for it to happen. Hermoine reached her hand out and took hisleft hand, and she squeezed it for the confidence she would need to do what shewas about to do. This was the first timeshe had ever done this on purpose, just to show someone she liked what it wouldbe like. She was nervous, but excited. She kind of wanted Ron to be the first, tosee it, but Harry was the first to notice, and he was still a good friend.
After a moment or two, Harry sawher face relax, and he thought he heard the faint wetting down that filled upthe diaper. Then, he saw it bulge out asthe water pushed it down before being able to absorb it, and he smiled. He squeezed her hand and whispered.
“That’s a good girl,Hermoine. Just do it, everything!” andhis eyes rolled back as his own loss of control, started to throb against hispenis until the oozing white stuff started shooting into his pants. It was not going to be easy to hide, but atthe moment, he didn’t care as her sitting there, thoroughly soaking her diaperturned him deeper into oblivion and he power-pissed the cum all over theinsides of his underwear.
Hermoine, seeing that Harry wasgetting off on her peeing her diaper, started to feel funny below as well, andthough she tried to rub the burning feeling from the outside of her diaper, itjust wasn’t helping the yearning itch to have something against her skin. She whispered to Harry.
“Do you want to feel it?”
Harry had a hungry look in hiseyes as he opened them to what she had asked. “May I?”
She took his hand, and she guidedit down the front of her wet warm diaper, and he felt that her skin was smoothand then there was a different kind of wetness, and a squishy satisfying feelbetween her legs.
He slipped his fingers up into herand ….
Time passed rather quickly, andHarry had to hurriedly take his hands from her diaper, and she had to put theillusion back so that no one could see her in a diaper, though they were stillmeant to be hiding at the moment.
The rest is written in the thirdbook, so read the story again if you want… (grin) |
This story contains female desperation and accidental wetting.
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Part 1
Chapter 1
Zoe stood in front of the immense glass façade separating her from the sweltering heat of late afternoon. The huge, treeless expanse of the airport's tarmac absorbed the hot sun like a sponge. She could see heat radiating off the ground everywhere she looked. In sharp contrast to the heat outside, cool, refreshing air flowed over her from air conditioners mounted high on the ceiling of the Dallas/Fort Worth International Airport.
Zoe took a sip from a cold bottle of water as she turned and sat down next to her classmate and mutual best friend, Amber, whose name accurately reflected the luscious color of her long curly hair.
"Just a few more hours and we'll be sunning ourselves on a Caribbean beach!" Zoe commented to Amber.
"Hell yeah, I've been waiting a lifetime for this trip."
Zoe smirked, the "lifetime" had in fact been only a few weeks; as a high school graduation present, the girls' parents had paid for them to go on their school's annual seniors-only trip to the Caribbean.
"What'll you do first when we get there?" she asked.
"How about Jason," Amber stated with a devilish grin and a nod.
Zoe smirked again, Amber had always been the more adventurous of the two, and her comment didn't surprise Zoe in the least. After glancing at Jason across the seating area, she couldn't really disagree either. She had recently become single and briefly entertained the notion of a wild fling with Jason, but having never gone beyond first base with her one and only ex, she didn't really know what a wild fling would be like.
"Hm I don't remember seeing him at school," Zoe said quizzically.
"He didn't go to our school, he's one of the chaperons, but he's only like a year or two older than us."
"Oh.. well at least that explains the slightly creepy way he's watching Alexa and Eric, don't they look cute holding hands and whispering like that... how long have they been going out again?"
"Four or five years I think, I..." Amber started to say before the loud chime of the PA cut her off.
"Attention ladies and gentlemen, we will now begin boarding for flight 235. Please have your photo ID and boarding pass out and ready."
Everyone began scrambling to grab their bags. Zoe's short, light gray cotton shorts showed off her firm butt, but lacked pockets completely. As she reached into her backpack to get her ID and boarding pass a booming voice rang out over the students,
"Hold up everyone, remember all of the rules we discussed, and remember that from this point forward you need to be with a buddy at all times, even when you go to the bathroom. We're leaving the United States and you need to keep safe."
The booming voice belonged to Dave, the oldest and most strict of the four chaperons.
Zoe finished gathering her bags and jumped into line behind Ariel, a shy girl Zoe had only recently met in her Biology class. The line moved quickly, and she glanced at her ticket as she walked down the jetway. "Seat 2-D" it read.
"Excellent, a window seat," she thought to herself.
She followed Jason down the plane's skinny center aisle. He stopped at row 2, stowed his carry-on above the seat, and sat down in 2-C.
"Ah, excuse me," she murmured and slid past him into her seat.
Her barely covered thigh brushed against his muscular legs; although brief, the contact of his warm skin against hers made her tingle inside.
"This is certainly going to be an interesting flight," she mused.
Little did she know how right she was.
Chapter 2
*ding*
Zoe looked up and saw the fasten seat belt light flick on, moments before a brief jolt shook the plane.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, we've encounter an area of significant turbulence. There is nothing to be concerned about, but for your own safety please leave your seat belt on for the remainder of the flight," the pilot announced over the intercom as the plane again bucked up and down in the air.
"Damn it," Zoe winced.
She had spent the better part of the past 30 minutes trying to work up the courage to use the plane's restroom. Unfortunately, the small jet had only one bathroom. Zoe sat near the very front of the plane, but the restroom was located at the rear. Not knowing whether it was occupied, she hadn't wanted to stand awkwardly outside in the narrow isle if it were in use.
Seeing her wince, Jason reassured her, "don't worry, this part of the flight is always turbulent, there's really nothing to be concerned about."
"Ha, I wish the turbulence was all I was concerned about."
"Uh, it's not really that...," Zoe replied.
"Damn it, why did I say that, now he's going to wonder why else I look nervous."
"Uh, Jason, do you know about how much longer until we reach the island?"
Consulting his watch he replied, "I'd say about 45 more minutes, but like I said, the turbulence is really nothing to worry about."
Except, at that instance, the turbulence quickly became something for Zoe to worry about. As the plane dropped suddenly the feeling of weightlessness very nearly made Zoe pee herself; however, the drop wasn't half as bad as the jolt that occurred moments later when the plane cleared the air pocket. She had no choice but to grab herself, despite the fact that Jason sat looking straight at her; had she not, she knew she certainly would have lost it right there in her seat.
She glanced furtively at him and saw his eyes go wide as he realized the true reason for her concern. An awkward silence that lasted seconds but felt like hours ensued, until a stewardess moved past in the aisle, carefully gripping the overhead railing to avoid being thrown into the ceiling or slammed into the floor.
"Ma'am, excuse me," Jason started, then to Zoe's horror, "would it be OK if she uses the restroom?"
"I'm very sorry, but no. It is far too dangerous with this much turbulence."
"Oh, ok," he said looking somewhat defeated.
"I can't remember ever having to go this badly, will I even make it another 45 minutes?" Zoe wondered to herself.
The realization that she didn't believe she would made her have to go even worse.
"Why keep holding if I won't make it..." she thought, as she momentarily entertained the notion of just letting go. But with Jason watching her every move, she wanted desperately to avoid ruining her chance of hooking up with him.
She had a sinking feeling she would very soon be much regretting the Coke she had finished off just a few minutes earlier.
As the stewardess moved on, Jason commented hesitantly, without looking directly at her, "do you think you'll be able to make it?"
Silence followed for the next few seconds, and Zoe stared at the clouds out of the window, not wanting to answer the question truthfully, but not able to lie either.
"How do you tell a cute guy that you're about to pee yourself?"
She didn't really have to say anything, a dear-in-headlights look had taken full control of her sea-blue eyes, and her hands were still wedged tightly between her smooth legs.
"So... probably not... huh," Jason said.
He looked thoughtful for a moment, then suggested, "well, if you have any pads in your purse perhaps you could relieve enough pressure to hold it the rest of the way..."
His bluntness shocked her a bit, but she couldn't deny the resourcefulness of the idea. She knew a pad wouldn't hold much, but it might hold enough. However, although she did have a pad in her purse, she certainly wasn't keen on the idea of putting it on and wetting while a near-stranger watched and listened.
"Uh, if you do have one, you might consider using it sooner rather than later... It'll be more difficult to go just a little the longer you wait," Jason prompted her.
Zoe knew his words were the truth, and she felt her control slipping with every jolt of the aircraft. But she still couldn't make the decision to actually do it.
"Look," he said, "it doesn't look like you're going to make it another 40 minutes regardless, so your options at this point are basically to hold it until you lose it, or try a pad. Either way, you're going to end up going, but one of those options might not end with wet shorts.
The plane lurched, and Zoe momentarily lost control and felt the first few drops leak into her panties. She managed to regain control quickly enough, but that slip decided the matter.
"Look away please," she requested timidly.
With her free hand she reached into her purse and fished around for the pad. Finding it, she pulled it out and tried unsuccessfully to open the wrapper with one hand.
"Well, I can't very well put a pad on with one hand between my legs anyways..."
Clenching with all her might, she removed her hand from her crotch and opened the package. She managed to hold tight and prevent further leakage as she slipped her hands under the waistband of her white panties and starting maneuvering the pad into place. An understanding that relief would soon arrive practically doubled her urge to go. She struggled to get the pad into position in time, nearly losing control in the process. Finally, she got it settled and removed her hands from her panties.
Except then she couldn't get the flow to start. It was almost funny (although her plane ride would have ended very wet had she actually laughed); she had been holding it in so hard for so long, that now she couldn't get started when she wanted.
Zoe managed to get a few drops out, but unless she expelled a lot more she would never make it to the airport dry. Then she managed to get a decent sprinkling of pee to come out and quickly clenched her muscles to prevent overflowing the pad. She felt an even larger squirt trapped on the verge of escaping; trapped in limbo and threatening to burst the dam and flood her valley. She knew she couldn't force it back or hold it in much longer. Involuntarily, her bladder released and the jet fountained into the pad. She quickly regained control, but felt another burst trapped with no where to go but out. Fortunately the urge was less intense; she knew she could win this battle, eventually at least.
She willed the trapped liquid forward and then successfully stopped it again. She had nearly regained complete control; only a small amount of urine remained at the point where she couldn't stop it from coming out.
Looking down at her lap, she noticed there were no visible wet spots at all. She reached a hand around to her butt and felt dampness. The pad had just started to leak, but it had channeled the small wet spot to a place where it wasn't visible while she was sitting.
Zoe willed the last bit of trapped pee out and felt herself regaining complete control.
Just before she stopped the stream for good, she felt the ground go out from under her. The plane dropped fast and hit the bottom of the air pocket with great force. Gravity applied a vice to her bladder.
Zoe moaned in pain, but she could fight no longer. Her pee had to go somewhere, and the opening to her bladder hadn't quite closed yet. Pressure wrenched it fully open, and she groaned again as the stream quickly become a raging river. She felt a warm wetness on her bottom as the fleeing liquid overflowed the saturated pad and began pooling on the seat.
Hearing the moan, Jason looked over and must have instantly realized her predicament. With catlike reflexes, he grabbed her shorts and panties and pulled them to her knees, nearly pulling her off the seat in the process.
The events of the past three seconds left Zoe in complete shock. She simply sat and peed as she watched the disaster unfold, seemingly from third person. However, she quickly came back to her senses and halted the flow, not even caring about the follow up squirts that hit the now-soaked seat.
Zoe glanced up and saw that Jason had polity resumed looking away. She felt an unwelcome chilling sensation as her bottom lost heat quickly in the sopping wet seat; her shorts and panties were around her knees; and her pee soaked pad lay soggily between her legs. Yet not all was lost, her clothes had a hand-sized wet patch on them, but were not completely soaked.
"They might even dry by the time we reach the airport; provided I don't pull them back up and sit in the wet seat while wearing them," she silently hoped.
Unfortunately, now she sat exposed in a crowded airplane. Her predicament would be immediately obvious to anyone walking by in the aisle.
"Here, I have a pillow you can cover yourself with," Jason offered, returning his gaze to Zoe's eyes... at least, mostly to her eyes.
"Thank you so much," she said as she took the pillow and put it on her lap.
"So much for my chance of a wild fling," she thought dejectedly, "he probably wouldn't touch me now even if I begged for it."
She still had to pee badly, but thought she could make it another 30 or so minutes to the airport.
Chapter 3
Zoe began really regretting the in-flight Coke right around the time the plane landed. Fortunately she felt confident that she could hold on another 5 or 10 minutes while the plane taxied to the gate. As the plane began taxiing, she reached under herself and felt the seat.
"Dry enough," she thought.
Looking down, she could see that her panties had dried most of the way too. She pulled them back up, followed by her shorts.
The plane rolled towards the terminal, but then stopped short of the gate. With a sinking feeling in her stomach (that, for once, was unrelated to turbulence) she heard the intercom crackle to life,
"a plane is currently stuck in our gate with mechanical difficulties. We expect it will take about thirty minutes to clear. Please do not leave your seats until our plane has been secured at the gate."
"Ugh," she groaned, "could this day please get worse."
"Zoe, I hate to remind you of this, but you need to find a buddy to go with to the restroom once we reach the terminal. This airport is too dangerous for you to go alone," Jason said firmly.
Zoe didn't respond; she just laid her head back against the headrest, closed her eyes and sat still.
She spent the next thirty minutes looking around frantically for another female member of the group with whom she could very quickly become a buddy. Unfortunately, all of them appeared to be seated at the back of the plane.
An intense struggle raged within her mind and body. Both hands were wedged firmly between her thighs, and sweat formed on her brow from the intense effort required to keep her legs clamped together.
"Oh God do I have to pee. I can't hold it anymore. I must hold it. It would be so easy to stop the pain, I'd just have to relax a little bit. I can't lose it, I'm on a Goddamn plane full of people. Just don't think of waterfalls. Oh shit waterfalls... OH SHIT...... ok.. I'm still in control, that was too close, I think I might have let a little out. I hope it doesn't show. If we don't start moving soon I'm going to lose it all..."
Thirty three minutes later the plane began rolling forward again and came to rest next to the jetway. Amazingly, Zoe was still in control, even if just barely so. The next few moments passed in a haze. Airport personnel connected the jet to the terminal, and the few passengers in front of her began to disembark. The knowledge that she would soon have complete relief, one way or another, made her urge to go intensify.
She felt the first stab of true pain in her bladder and knew at that moment that in only a matter of seconds it would empty itself regardless of whether she was sitting on a toilet, running through the terminal or standing on the plane.
Leaping over Jason and into the aisle, she grabbed his hand and dragged him towards the door.
"You're my buddy now," she said frantically as she pulled him along.
The pair ran through the terminal towards the bathrooms. Eying the sole unisex bathroom, Zoe grabbed the handle and yanked hard. It didn't budge. It was already occupied.
Utterly defeated, she twisted her legs together and crouched down as Jason stood watching helplessly. She spent a brief moment mentally preparing to wet herself in front of hundreds of people, then felt the first drips of warm pee run down her legs. She continued to hold back as much as she could despite comprehending the inevitability her situation.
At that moment the bathroom door opened and a couple exited. Zoe saw relief, but wasn't able to move. Fortunately, Jason grabbed her and pulled her up and into the bathroom. The sudden movement made her lose all control. By the time she had taken two steps into the bathroom she had soaked her shorts with a furious stream of pee.
Zoe didn't even bother pulling down her shorts or panties. She simply sat down on the toilet and peed straight through them. She didn't bother to stop and pull them down even after she could have regained control. She was too exhausted from holding for so long, and it was far too late anyway.
Chapter 4
Jason stood awkwardly in the small bathroom, trying to appear as if he was looking away while still watching her. Fortunately, her gaze was focused down on the mess she was making. The head of Jason's rock hard erection had gotten trapped under the elastic of his boxers, but every move he made to try and free it made him even harder. Finally, he reached down and yanked up on the elastic band.
"Oh shit," he thought, as he felt himself go beyond the point of no return. Immediately his body tensed, and he held as still as possible while he filled his boxers with cum.
"Your turn," Zoe said as she finally cut the flow and stood up. Jason saw a look of momentary confusion cross her face as she looked at him. As he walked towards the toilet he looked down and noticed an obvious wet patch on the front of his shorts.
This is the first posting of this story. I apologize for errors; if you found any, please point them out so that I may correct them for future readers. I am looking for editors; if you would be interested in editing future stories similar to this one please let me know. Comments, criticism, suggestions and requests are all welcome. |
Note: All characters depicted in naughty behaviour are of legal age in most countries; all other characters are not depicted in naughty behaviour, therefore do not need to be of legal age. This story starts with male wetting, so if you don't like that, please either kindly bugger off, or continue reading. I promise there is quite a bit of omorashi involved, just not immediately apparent. There is: male peeing, male and female wetting, m/f sex, and a few other naughty things. If you like part one, please tell me, and I'll consider posting the other parts, as well. There are currently 6 parts to this fictional story; whether I write more is possible, but not guaranteed. Enjoy! (Mods: if there are issues with my posting, please inform me so I'll know what to do in the future. Thanks!) Thank you for allowing me to be here!
Part 1:
It was the end of another long day of High School, and the end of Phys. Ed. (aka “Gym”), which was perfect for Junior Jake, who liked having the locker room to himself. He could take naughty wets anywhere he liked, such as some of the lockers, a sink or two that was plugged up, but especially all over the floor. If no other option was available, he could simply pee in the showers like most of the other boys did, which was fine with him. Jake secretly enjoyed watching the others do their liquid business, and letting them watch him, if they were so inclined, observing the different ways their wee streams gushed from their various cocks. He wasn't gay, or even bicurious, it was just that he had never seen or heard any woman wetting, for himself, that is. He would go online whenever he got the chance, to view the dizzying array of sites of women wetting, but had never been lucky enough to see or even hear it for himself. He liked watching and listening to the urinating, no matter who was doing it, young men or young women. He had a peeing fetish.
On other days, however, his weeing was a lot more fun. Every now and again, his care-free peeing would be so incredible that he simply couldn’t wait until he got home, and jacked off in the locker room, letting the ecstasy build in a matter of minutes, until he exploded all over the place, and practically fainted from the sheer abandonment of his orgasm.
On this day, he decided to wait. Or so he hoped.
The rain was still coming down in sheets, as it had been for most of the day. Jake was getting pretty desperate, but wanted to wait until the last possible moment, which was fast approaching, particularly watching the rain pour down. Days like this, Jake sometimes wished that he could pee an endless stream like the Heavens did. Then he would realize that that wouldn’t actually be a good thing, because then he wouldn’t be able to bring himself to orgasm after his pee. Oh, well.
He was still wearing his Gym shorts, on purpose, of course. His wetting was made easier by his never wearing any underwear, especially with his Gym shorts. It was just so much more comfortable going commando all the time. And easier to pee, of course. His swim shorts were the best for his wetting fun, but those memories were better to be savored for another day.
During the last few moments before he completely lost control, he tried to decide if he wanted to stand up or sit down to do his business. Either way worked well. Standing up, his pee ran straight down his pant or short leg to pool at his feet, but sitting down, he could let his cock hang over the edge of his seat, feeling the cold of it counter the warmth of his penis, and his pee.
Jake decided to sit down today, needing the shock of the temperature difference to keep his arousal until later, when he could get the chance to play with himself, as was only proper. Pulling his shorts opening up to his balls, he let his schlong hang out into the open air, down between his thighs. The cold air he was exposing himself to was too much for his body. He had barely set himself in position when his body over-rode his brains’ commands, and his bladder completely let go. Rather than starting out as a trickle, as usually happens, his relief came gushing out of his pee slit, hosing the floor of the locker room with his hot, golden juices.
The wonderful feeling of spraying his liquid gold powerfully all over the floor beneath him was euphoria. His relief seemed to last for hours, but actually only lasted just over a minute, due to the strength of his pee stream. The other reason that his pee stream was starting to wane was because of the hard-on that he was invariably developing. Once done, Jake had no choice but to follow through with a quick wank. He didn’t even bother pulling his shorts off, but instead started pulling and stroking as he was. It didn’t take him long before he came, in a white-hot blaze of glory, spraying his jizz all over the puddle he had just made, which was huge.
After a brief rest, and avoiding the messy puddle, which was already cooled, Jake changed back into his jeans, after cleaning off his joystick, his personal name for the most intimate part of himself. Then he left, with the memory of his recent naughtiness settling into the back of his mind, ready to be retrieved later, for a longer and better masturbation session, where Jake could get fully undressed, and take his time, really enjoy himself, rather than rushing to orgasm, like he just did. |
Yay! I wrote a fic! Back to my home-base of Male Omorashi, I decided to now highlight my extreme Shotarou Complex! (In other words, I'm a huge fawking shotacon.) Anyway, here's the full list of warnings. o-o WARNING, THE FOLLOWING FICTIONAL STORY CONTAINS: Young boys (Shotacon), Male omorashi, Yaoi, Underage consumption of alcohol, vomit (mild). If ANY of these things bother you, DO NOT READ THIS STORY. You were warned.
This story contains some Mandarin phrases. Translations in [[brackets]].---
Jing gulped staring at himself in the mirror. His mother thought he was going out with his friends and staying at his friend, Liu's house for the night. But, that was a lie. He was going on a date...with a boy. Liu would cover for him, the two had been friends for years. Though Jing still felt bad about asking so much of his dear friend.
As Jing took a long look at himself in the mirror, he started to feel that maybe going on this date wasn't such a great idea. Standing only five feet tall and weighing only one hundred and ten pounds he couldn't do much in the event that his date, Luca, tried anything funny. Luca towered over Jing and being sixteen, could easily beat Jing with life experience alone."What would a sixteen year-old even want with a twelve year-old?" Liu had said disgustedly, "He probably just wants to drug and rape you."
Jing shuddered, Liu had a point. Jing fell into the categories: innocent, inexperienced, and naive. An older boy like Luca probably wanted something fishy from him.We're just going out for ice cream... Jing thought to himself quietly trying to calm his nerves, Nothing fishy will happen.
After quickly loosening his tie, Jing headed out into the kitchen where his aunt was going through his over night bag.
"I don't like that boy, Liu," She said plainly, "Having boys sleep over all the time, is he a faggot?"
"Quit being so feudal[1], Lanfen," Jing's mother said from behind the stove, "I think that Liu is a very nice boy."Oh mother, how wrong you are... Jing thought to himself guiltily. On one hand, he and Liu were lying to his mother... on the other, this date was a once in a life time chance.
"Feudal? Mei, love, I have not yet suggested a wife for Jing-Sheng, that would be feudal," Jing's aunt said standing up and walking over to her sister, "I just think you let little Jing go out carousing too much. When I was a young girl--"
Jing took that as his signal to pull on his sneakers, nod his good-bye to his mother, and run out the door. Whenever anything his aunt didn't particularly like happened, she went off on a "when I was young" speech.
As he walked down the street, bag in hand, toward the ice cream parlour he thought of all the possible catastrophic ends that this date could possibly have. He was still deep in thought as a pair of arms wrapped around his shoulders.
"What's a cutie like you doing out alone?" Luca's voice jolted Jing out of his thoughts.
"L-Luca..!" Jing stammered jumping away from the older boy, his face red.
"That's my name, don't wear it out," Luca said and winked at Jing who recoiled a bit.
"S-So what're we doing?" Jing asked trying desperately to change the subject.
"What's the bag for?" Luca asked brushing his brown hair out of his face.
"My mom thinks I'm staying at my friend's house," Jing mumbled.
"Well you can stay at my house instead," Luca said and reached out to touch Jing's face. Jing dodged his hand and stared him in the face angrily.
"...!"
"Not ready for physical contact?" Luca asked, Jing nodded ashamed, "I respect that, you have high standards."
"C-Can we just get ice cream now?" Jing stammered trying to get off the subject of his innocence.
"As you wish, lovely, can I at least hold your bag?" Luca asked holding out his hand. Jing handed the bag to him blushing furiously, "Let's go~!" Luca exclaimed urging the smaller boy into the restaurant.
Jing looked around the bright room half dazed. He read the menu and gently tugged at Luca's sleeve.
"What's 'Kahlua Ice Cream'?" He asked softly pointing to the sign on the wall.
"Oh, it's a special ice cream I guess, I'm not really sure," Luca said staring away from Jing's curious eyes, "Why, did you want to try it?"
"I'm just curious, honest!" Jing squealed defensively, Luca laughed softly and ruffled his hair.
"If you really want to try it, I'll get it for you," Luca said, a dark glint in his eyes. Jing nodded softly, "Alright, go find us a table then."
"Okay!" Jing ran off to find a clean table to sit at. He found one, finally, and sat down brushing the crumbs from the table. After a what seemed like an eternity, Luca came over and set a small dish of ice cream in front of him. Jing picked up the spoon and put it in his mouth.
"Like it?" Luca asked inquisitively, Jing nodded, he obviously had no idea he was consuming copious amounts of alcohol for his small body.
Luca slowly picked at his ice cream more interested in watching the tiny Asian in front of him get himself wasted. He noted that Jing's face was flushed and the boy looked a little bit woozy.
"Are you feeling okay?" Luca asked and tilted Jing's head up a bit. His eyes were blood shot and he seemed to be looking far away.
"I-I'm fiiiine!" Jing hiccuped. Luca frowned a little.
"Jing, what's your name?" Luca asked as he took the spoon and alcoholic ice cream from the young boy.
"Jiing-Sheenngg Chaaaangg.." Was the slurred response he got. Jing squirmed around in his seat wearing a dopey grin.
"Jing, what's my name?"
"L-Lucaaa Leeeee!" Jing squeaked then looked at Luca seriously, "Have I ever told you that you're fucking sexy?"
"Oi...that's the alcohol speaking, what's to your left right now?" Luca asked clearly concerned.
"The skyyyyy!" Jing squealed happily and threw his hands up. Luca felt the overwhelming urge to facepalm, but that would be: a. Highly inappropriate. b. Very insensitive.
"Jing, you're drunk," Luca said plainly, "Kahlua ice cream has alcohol in it."
"Wha-what?" Jing practically screamed and went to stand up and hit Luca, but the poor kid nearly fell the instant he tried to wind up for a punch.
"Jing, I'm sorry--"
"Qu nide!" [[Fuck you!]] Jing wailed drunkenly, "Ni qui si!" [[Go rot in hell!]]
"Duibuqi!" [[i'm sorry!]] Luca responded softly.
"Goushi!" [[bullshit!]] Jing slammed his hands on the table, wobbling. Luca reached out and held him steady.
"I should get you back home..." Luca mumbled, Jing shook his head and groaned.
"Woma can't see me like this...My aunt will go nuts..." He slurred in partial Chinese, leaning on Luca for support.
"Then we'll go to my house, your mom doesn't expect you home until tomorrow, right?" Luca asked rubbing Jing's back gently.
"Uhuh..." He muttered as Luca lead him out of the restaurant. He was walking strangely, more strangely than just "totally wasted" strange.
"Is something wrong?" Luca urged him as they walked down the street. Jing shook his head and groaned again.
"It hurts to say no..." He moaned, his face flushed with drunkness. He bounced around a little bit erratically, still clinging to Luca's arm for support.
"Are you sure nothing's wrong?" Luca asked holding him steady. Jing nodded, still bouncing around.
"Everything's just wonderful!" Jing giggled. Once again, there was that urge to facepalm. Jing continued to bounce around as they walked toward Luca's house.
"Hey, watch out for that--" Luca recoiled a bit as Jing hopped directly into a puddle, "Wei!" [[Hey, come here!/Hey, what do you think you're doing?]]
"B-But Lucaaaa...It's funnnn!" Jing sniffled walking around in the puddle.
"Like!" [[Do it now!]] Luca shouted and Jing walked over begrudgingly. Half way from the puddle to Luca, Jing stopped and crossed his legs.
"Lucaaaa--hic--I need to peeeee!" He moaned loudly.
"Well we'd already be home if you hadn't stopped to splash in that damned puddle," Luca sighed as the young boy held onto him. Luca patted his back as they started on their way again. Jing moaned every few minutes about how he needed to pee, crossing his legs and dancing around like an imbecile.
"Lucaaa--"
"Jing, bizui!" [[shut your mouth.]] Luca snapped and lifted the boy up with a groan.
"What're you doing...?" Jing groaned as Luca shifted him into a princess carry.
"Just be quiet, please, for five minutes," Luca mumbled.
"But Luca--"
"But nothing."
So the walk continued in silence. Luca carried Jing without much trouble, he was really light even if he was like a dead animal from alcohol consumption. Luca held Jing tightly to keep him from squirming out of his arms. Finally, Jing broke the silence.
"Lucaaaa...I'm gonna vomit!" Jing whimpered and Luca quickly put him down. Jing fell almost instantly and vomited up his ice cream. Luca held his hair back and kept him from falling into his own vomit. As Luca picked him up, he noticed that Jing's crotch was slightly wet. He started walking, trying to ignore the heat rushing to his vitals. Jing was squirming in Luca's arms and moaning softly, if he didn't know any better Luca might've thought he was enjoying it.
"You okay?" Luca asked walking a bit faster. Jing shook his head and whispered something about pee. Luca was about to ask what he said when he felt warm liquid splash onto his stomach. He slowed to a stop, still holding Jing tightly as the clear liquid splashed onto the two of them pooling underneath Luca's feet. Luca blushed deeply as the fabric of his pants clung to his member. Jing moaned and squirmed as the torrent splashed onto the pavement loudly. After a bit, the stream slowed and tapered off. Luca opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by small sniffling sounds.
"I-I can't believe that just happened..." Jing sniffled quietly, tears running down his cheeks.
"Hey, calm down," Luca whispered, "It happens to all of us."
"I'm such a baby..." Jing cried quietly, Luca nuzzled him gently.
"Would it make you feel better if I wet myself too?" Luca asked quietly. Jing looked at him surpised and nodded slowly. Luca blushed and nodded in return then set Jing down on the ground.
"Will you really..?" Jing asked, his question was answered as Luca let loose a torrent of pale yellow urine. Jing blushed watching the liquid further soak the older boy's pants and mix with his own urine on the ground. It was, oddly enough to him, a rather attractive sight. Jing shook his head lightly, Luca sighed contentedly as the stream ran into his shoes and splashed on the pavement loudly. Luca's eyes were hazy with lust as the stream slowed to a stop. He gently nuzzled Jing as he picked him up again.
"Feel better?" He asked quietly.
"I-I can walk on my own!" Jing protested, "But yes...I didn't think you'd actually do it.."
"This is a secret," Luca said softly holding Jing close to him, "But I like to wet myself for fun."
Jing looked shocked as Luca began walking as if nothing ever happened. Luca smiled to himself silently, wondering if Jing would even remember what happened in the morning.
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EXTENDED ENDING:
Jing groaned softly, his eyes fluttering open. Light filtered through the curtains making his head pound.
"Look who's awake," Luca laughed. Jing groaned and pulled the covers over his head, "How's that hang over?"
"What in the sane hell is a hang over?! Ow..." Jing whined as his pounding headache quickly turned into a migraine. Luca just laughed more. Jing shifted around trying to find a comfy spot.
"You sleep like the dead you know," Luca's voice came from above Jing, "You can come out now, I closed the blinds."
"Hnggh.." Jing whimpered softly and crawled out from under the covers, "I had the weirdest dream..."
"What was it about?" Luca asked curiously.
"I had a dream that I wet myself...and then you wet to make me feel better...isn't that wacky?" Jing said excitedly, Luca blushed and laughed.
"Totally, Jing. Totally."
"And you even told me, that you liked to wet for fun! Such a strange dream."
"Sounds odd, maybe you should skip dessert from now on," Luca muttered twirling his hair around his finger. He wasn't sure if he should be happy that Jing didn't remember, or be sad that he'd shared his secret with him and he couldn't remember.
"It was such a vivid dream too! It's like it really happened," Jing said curiously. Luca froze.
"Well, lucid dreams tend to be like that," He stammered quickly. Jing looked at him funny.
"...Wait when did I change...?" Jing asked suddenly realizing he was wearing Luca's boxers.
"Uhh...I can explain!"
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[1] Feudal is a word used by Chinese people to describe people that are very old fashioned, Jing's aunt however rebukes this statement saying that she has not suggested an arranged marriage for Jing and therefore is not old fashioned at all.
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BLEEH. Crappy fic is crappy. I'm not totally happy with Jing and Luca's characterization, I just kind threw them together as I was writing. But I might just polish their characters a bit and actually use them in the same way I use Joseph and Lenny. [Hahaha, remember them?] I decided to make Luca seem really creepy/bad news-y. But there's a little more back story on their relationship. So what do you think? Do you want more of Luca and Jing? I'm not sure if I want to go through the process of full characterization, but what do you guys think? Should I give them a shot? |
Hey everyone! In my about me, I've stated that I like writing stories and here is my first post of my own story! (: I hope you guysenjoy and hopefully I'll be able to post more stories in the future.
Contains Female Desperation, Embarrassment and Accidental Wetting
A compact Toyota Camry pulled quickly into the gravel parking lot of the state park and came to a stop between two other vehicles. The sun cast a bright glare through the windshield and forced the driver to squint even behind their thick sunglasses. Stepping out, the driver, a young woman named Hillary, looked up and smiled into the sunlight. She wore a tight-fitting athletic top, the tank-top cut revealing a decent amount of skin. Her perky C-Cup breast fit comfortably in the tight fabric, along with her taut buttocks that filled out all the material of her equally tight shorts. The shorts barely came halfway down her thighs and clenched to her skin like body paint. They were pale pink in color and her white top made the perfect athletic combo. She bent down, her thin, toned body an image for all to see, and tied her black sneakers. After that, she threw her dirty blonde hair into a high, sleek ponytail before retreating to the back of her car. Popping the trunk, she struggled to untangle the large mountain bike out of the tight space of her trunk and backseat. She would most definitely need to invest in a bike rack soon.
As she plunked out the kickstand, she guzzled half of her water bottle before sliding it into the bike's nifty cup holder. Hillary has been athletic her entire life, and she hopes the she could continue with it her entire life. She hopped onto the the firm, plastic seat, took up the kickstand, and began pedaling away, locking her car with a satisfying beep before slipping the keys into the pockets of her shorts. The biking trail head stood before her, and she could help but feel excited. This was her first time on this trail and she couldn't wait to ride it.
The trail was indeed very nice, going over creeks and rivers and giving her many opportunities to view the various wildlife in the park. It was about five miles long one way, and as she reached the end, Hillary realized about an hour had gone passed. As she paused to take a break before heading back to her car, she reached down and grabbed her water bottle from its cup holder. She drank the whole thing and almost another after she refilled it at a trail-side water fountain. Surprised at how much she drank, she chugged the one-fourth that was left in the bottle. As soon as the water traveled down her throat, a pain in her abdomen brought her to attention. "Shit!" She cursed under her breath. "I really have to pee!"
She thought back to the port-o-potties that were at the beginning of the trail and how she rode right past them. Not only didn't she go to the bathroom before she left her house that morning, but with all the water she had drank, she was starting to get desperate. I'm so stupid! She thought to herself and she started to head back towards her car. I should've have gone when I could. Now I have a fifty minute ride back to the car! I've gotta hold it now.
At first, the pain in her bladder decreased, but about a half a mile into the trail, they returned. This time, though, they were more powerful. Looking around, she tried to think of her options. Of course, she could bend down and go on the side of the trail, but with all of this traffic of other bikers and hikers on the trail, that was almost impossible. Of course, she could always go in the woods, but the risk of getting poison ivy or even a deer tick was very high and that was a risk Hillary didn't want to take. She figured she would just hold it till she could get back to the portable toilets. She was quite confident since she had always had a strong bladder, but there was some feeling of urgency in the pit of her stomach. It was a feeling that told her that she needed to get going and get going soon.
She tried to pedal faster, but that proved to make things worse. With each leg swing, her bladder pinged teasingly, threatening to explode at any moment. Normally, she wouldn't let herself get into a situation like this, and now she was regretting all the water she drank. For the first time in perhaps her entire life, Hillary reached down and grabbed herself in an attempt to hold all the urine building up inside of her in. As soon as she did it, she recalled her hand, scolding herself mentally for doing such a thing. Although it was wrong, Hillary must admit that it did ease the pain in her bladder.
After she checked no one was around her on the trail, she timidly grabbed her crotch sighed in relief with the pleasure it brought. Not only did it feel great, is sent a surge of excitement through her body. Her nipples hardened in her shirt, clearly visible through the tight fabric. She wanted to moan, but she sensed another bikers presence and took her hand away. Shielding her face from them, she waiting till they were out of sight before she held herself again. This process was continued as she traveled slowly down the path, holding and stopping, holding and stopping. As she reached the half way point and that cursed water fountain, she found it was almost impossible to stop holding herself anymore. Even as she rode with her muscles clenched tight, it was almost impossible to hold anymore. The water was threatening to push out of her, and Hillary continued to fight back tears of desperation.
As the next biker passed her, she waited for the last possible moment before letting go of her tight grip. Even though it was only for a few moments, a squirt of urine shot from her urethra and dampened her blue cotton panties. She squealed as the urine passed, immediately grabbing at her crotch. Her exercise shorts were wet from the constant holding and the recent urine that shot through her panties. There was a small wet spot the size of the quarter on her shorts and she whined while she pondered what to do.
She was almost there, and the only option anymore was to hold it. She dug her finger as far as it would into her shorts and struggled to hold on. Almost there. She thought to herself, biting her lip. Almost there.
She continued to pedal, faster than before, in an desperate attempt to make it to the toilets. "Damn it!" She cursed as another spurt escaped, enlarging the wet spot. "I've got to make it!"
No longer caring who saw her, Hillary rode with one hand and pedaled faster than she ever had done before. The spurts continued to come, one at a time, slowly making the wet spot larger and larger. Now the size of a baseball, the spot made Hillary absolutely mortified, but she continued forward. Her panties were practically soaked and she didn't want to see the back of her shorts. Why didn't she wear the black pair today??? She just had to wear the pale pink ones.
When no one was coming, she pulled over and planted her feet on the ground. The hard plastic rubbed up into her womanhood, sending waves of pleasure into her body. She felt another spurt escape, this time lasting almost three seconds. God, she's never been like this before. Not only did she regret her decisions, but she wished she didn't even come at all. This was perhaps one of the worst days of her life. While she wasn't thinking, her bladder released, shooting all of its contents out of it.
"Oh no!" Hillary whined, not even bothering to stop the flow. It was inevitable, and as the hot urine streamed out of her, into her shorts, pooling on her bicycle seat, and down her legs. Tears rolled down her cheeks and her waters splattered onto the gravel,staining them a darker shade. "Look at what I've done!"
After standing there in shock for a moment, Hillary realized people were coming and quickly hopped back up on her bike. Her shorts squished on the wetness of the seat and she quickly pedaled forward, as fast as she could. She was speeding, her tires threatening to spin out on the loose ground. She was so embarrassed, she didn't know what to do. The blue port-o-potties mocked her as she rode pass, pointing and laughing. Her Camry waiting impatiently for her, ready to leave. She unlocked the car, popped the trunk, and threw the bike in hastily, twisting the handle bars all around. Quickly retreating to the driver's seat, Hillary wept before throwing the car into drive angrily and speeding away from that horrible place as fast as she could.
Edited November 20, 2011 by PeachyKeen
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This is my first fanfiction (not just omorashi, but ever) so don't judge too harshly. It's kind of interesting cause I'm sure you guys don't see fanfics about stuff as new as Vocaloid 3's SeeU.
Just so you guys know, there's such as thing as this kind of predicament at a concert. Some of the costumes they design are pretty out there and can take some time to look so perfect on their wearer. There's also the matter that a lot of singers don't get to take a bathroom break in the middle of their concert (unless you're Kelly Clarkson and your band's awesome lol)... thus why we end up with "Fergie moments" and such on stage.
Anyway, Here's the story, enjoy!
WARNING: A korean vocaloid pees herself and there is extreme desperation.
SeeU was about to get ready for her first Vocaloid Concert. She had never performed live before like her friends, Miku, Rin, Len, and Luka. She was really nervous.
It wasn’t so much the performing part though. It was the fact that the concert was so long and there would be few breaks in between songs. Of course there would be other Vocaloids performing, but she wouldn’t have a break for the entire concert because of the extravagant costumes the design crew had invented for her. It could take as long as 15 minutes to get in or out of the dresses and she wouldn’t have any breaks.
The main reason for SeeU to be nervous about this was she was afraid of having to go to the bathroom on stage. You see, she had a small bladder, and prep time in between songs would take forever. What didn’t help is she was required to drink lots of water to keep her vocal cords hydrated.
It was almost time for the show and Miku noticed SeeU’s nerves. “There’s nothing to worry about!” said Miku. “I’ve done this plenty of times and it’s actually quite fun.”
“Well, I have no doubt it’s fun, and I’m really looking forward to this... it’s just.. I... well never mind.. It’s nothing.” SeeU couldn’t bring herself to explain her fear, for it seemed quite embarrassing for her to mention something that would seem like such a stupid question to someone like Miku who’d been performing live for so long.
“Ok, I’ll be cheering you on backstage!” said Miku.
The time came for SeeU to go out on stage. Unfortunately, her worries had caused an undesired side effect. As the Korean Vocaloid began to sing her hit song “Run,” she noticed a familiar urge in her bladder.
Oh no! Thought SeeU, This can’t be good!
As the concert progressed, SeeU’s need became more and more urgent. She figured maybe she’d be able to hold it until all this madness ended. However, by the time it was time to change for her 4th song, “I=Fantasy,” her bladder was ready to burst. SeeU was sure it would become apparent soon that she really had to go. She was worried now that it would affect her singing and that the whole audience would know that she needed a bathroom.
Despite how desperate she was, SeeU forced herself not to hold herself and tried to hold it the best she could without crossing her legs. It was hard to do.
By the time SeeU was in her dress, she was regretting not asking if there was a way she could have gone to the bathroom before she got ready. The getup they had her in would take at least 15 minutes to get out of... and she didn’t think there was a way that she could possibly go without getting pee on her dress. She was sure she might pee herself any minute. Her bladder was in pain. However, she still had to perform and it was time to sing “I=Fantasy.”
SeeU could tell this wasn’t her best performance. The chorus sounded more off tune than usual and her voice slightly strained. She couldn’t help it though. It was either sing her best and pee herself, or sacrifice vocals for bladder control.
As the song ended... SeeU couldn’t stand it anymore. She just had do something to control her bladder. She squeezed her legs tightly together and hobbled off stage. She was sure someone would have had to have noticed her predicament by now.
As SeeU had guessed, someone did, although she didn’t make it known. Her best friend Hatsune Miku had noticed something was up when she heard the chorus out of tune. The way the Korean Idol walked off stage was a dead givaway now.
This can’t be good... Miku thought. She felt sorry for her friend but she knew there wasn’t much that could be done. When you gotta go during a concert, you gotta go and in this case there were time factors that had to be taken into consideration.
There were only two performances left. by the time SeeU was out of her dress from “I=Fantasy.” Rin was about to go on stage to sing “Meltdown” and the there would be SeeU’s performance of “Umbrella.” Lucky for SeeU the outfit for “Umbrella” was the only costume that didn’t take FOREVER to get in and out of. However, this wasn’t much of a consolation to the Korean Vocaloid. Even if it didn’t take long to dress, she’d only have five minutes before her song while Rin performed, and she didn’t know if she could hold it through her last song.
“Uhmm” SeeU muttered as the woman who was in charge of costumes prepared her next outfit. “Could I maybe take a quick restroom break now?” SeeU asked.
“You’re on in five minutes SeeU,” said the woman. “We need to get you ready in time for your last song. You can hold it until after, can’t you?”
“I don’t think I can’t really have to go.” replied SeeU.
The woman replied. “I wish there was something I could do but we now have 4 minutes to get you ready. Try to hold it the best you can.”
SeeU moaned in disappointment. She was not holding herself trying to keep the contents of her bladder in. She wasn’t sure she could do this next song without looking like an idiot in front of her fans. Worrying didn’t seem to help either. If anything, it just made her desperation worse.
SeeU attempted to remove her hands from her crotch so she could go on stage. So far, so good. She wasn’t peeing her panties yet. She walked out onto the stage in her orange shirt and grey mini skirt as best she could without letting out any dribbles into her white panties.
As she started to sing... she felt herself lose control a slight bit. As she regained control of her bladder, her vocals started falling apart. Desperate to avoid humiliation, SeeU held her crotch once again and started adding dance moves that the choreographer claimed he had never seen before.
She would have been embarrassed at this point, but she was more focuses on singing the lyrics without paying attention to what they meant. After all the song was called “Umbrella,” need I say more?
The song was almost done when SeeU just couldn’t hold it anymore.. She felt a splash of warm fluid spill through her panties into her hand... She tried to stop it and managed to keep most of the flow back until the end of the song. As the song ended, she ran off stage... letting little spurts of pee out as she ran. When she reached the main area backstage... she just couldn’t hold it anymore. Her bladder gave up and let out its contents.
Oh my god! I’m... peeing myself Thought SeeU.
SeeU’s face turned red as she realized the entire stage crew and the other performers were staring at her peeing herself. She had created a large puddle underneath her on the shiny black floor. SeeU started to cry as Rin and Len tried to hold back laughter and Luka stared at her. She ran into her dressing room and locked the door behind her.
Expecting this, Miku was waiting in SeeU’s dressing room. After what had just happened, Miku didn’t know whether to comfort her crying friend or leave her alone. Miku voted helping her friend, as she couldn’t stand to see the blond idol cry like this.
“Are you okay?” asked Miku.
SeeU turned around, surprised to see Miku there. She thought she had been alone. “I... I... um...” she sniffled through her tears.
“It’s okay,” said Miku. “This kinda stuff happens to everybody at some point.”
SeeU replied, “Not like this... not in front of thousands of people on stage... not in front dozens of crew members. I don’t wanna perform again.”
Miku paused. There had to be a way to comfort her friend. What could she say? “So this is what you were so worried about before, huh?” Miku asked, hoping she would get somewhere.
SeeU hesitated, then nodded. “I was so scared cause I knew I wouldn’t be able to go in between songs.”
Miku laughed in her head. This wasn’t even the worst of it. There had been times where she had been the main spotlight performance and she had had to sing songs back to back with no break. Miku decided not to mention it that way for fear she might upset her friend more. Instead she said, “You know, we all end up having to go on stage at some point or another. Think of what I have to go through singing all those songs back to back. I’ve gotten pretty desperate at times.”
SeeU realized her friend was right. And she did love singing. There’s no way she could give it up. But there was one thing that left her feeling down. “How am I gonna face the others now after my accident?” she asked.
Miku replied, “Just act like nothing happened! I’m sure people will forget about it soon enough. I’ll let everybody know not to say anything about it. I’m sure that’ll help.”
SeeU nodded and went to get changed out of her soggy clothes. Meanwhile, Miku left the dressing room to go talk to her friends and the crew. The puddle SeeU had made had already been wiped away.
Edited November 22, 2011 by Haruko
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Ok, so I was inspired while playing Kingdom Hearts and it crossed my mind closer to the end when Sora found out Kairi's heart was inside him the whole time, "hmmm... if Kairi's heart was with Sora, then Kairi must not have been able to go to the bathroom all this time." My theory was that because she was "sleeping" according to Maleficent and Riku, her kidneys must have still been able to function and fill her bladder.
So yeah... here's the fanfiction that tells that story, enjoy!
WARNING: Kairi doesn't exactly have an accident, but she still doesn't make it to a bathroom. Read to find out http://omorashi.org/public/style_emoticons/default/tongue.png
Sora was disappearing. He had just released Kairi’s heart using the dark Keyblade and now he was disintegrating into nothing. When Kairi’s heart returned to her body, she realized what was going on and yelled “Sora!” but it was no use. Sora was gone... where, neither she, Donald, nor Goofy knew.
All of a sudden, Ansem, who had possessed Riku’s body, appeared. He was after the door to darkness, in which she was one of the seven princesses of heart that could unlock it. Now that the door had been unlocked with Sora’s effort to save Kairi, Ansem no longer needed the seven princesses. He now wanted to dispose of Kairi and Sora’s friends, Donald and Goofy.
Riku’s heart, however, was still there, although not in control of his own body. Just this once, he managed to find the strength to fight back against Ansem. As he struggled to fight against the darkness, he told Kairi, Donald and Goofy to run and expressed to Ansem that he would not let him hurt them.
“No, you won’t use me for this!” Riku strained to yell. “You gotta run! The heartless are coming!”
Kairi, Donald and Goofy fled, but the heartless were another matter. Sora had been able to get past them with his Keyblade, but Sora was no where to be found at the moment. Donald and Goofy would have to protect Kairi on their own.
All of a sudden, the trio was surrounded by heartless. It was then that Kairi realized she REALLY had to go to the bathroom.
“I guess with all this shock I didn’t realize I had to go.” She thought.
Kairi was likely that desperate because her heart had been out of her body for so long and there had been no one there to relieve her bladder.
“Guys, I have to go to the bathroom!” Kairi said to Donald and Goofy. Unfortunately, it was not a good time due to the heartless attack.
“Can you try and hold it?” Donald asked. “We’re a little busy at the moment.”
Kairi told them she’d try. Kairi knew they would have to follow her through the castle in order to find a bathroom due to the fact that there were heartless everywhere.
The fight seemed to last forever because Donald and Goofy’s weapons were not working as well as Sora’s Keyblade had. Kairi’s urge to pee seemed to be doubling as the heartless continued to attack.
All of a sudden she thought she saw a familiar heartless. This distracted her from her bladder for a few moments.
“Sora?” She questioned.
“Huh?” Donald and Goofy said in unison, momentarily distracted by Kairi’s words.
All of a sudden the heartless Donald and Goofy had been fighting off charged towards Kairi. Donald and Goofy gasped. That one heartless Kairi had called Sora was under the heap of dark creatures with her.
Just when Donald and Goofy thought Kairi was a goner, a beam of light cut through the heap of heartless and both Kairi and Sora, now in his human form, were revealed.
“Sora!” Donald and Goofy exclaimed at once.
Sora thanked Kairi for bringing him back from the darkness. He said he had been lost and unable to find the light, but she saved him.
The trio finally found their way to the outside of the building. However, Kairi had to pause for a moment to try to hold in the contents of her bladder.
Not knowing what was going on, Sora asked, “You okay Kairi?”
Kairi’s face turned red as she replied to Sora, “I really need to pee, bad!”
Sora asked Donald and Goofy if they could find a bathroom for Kairi quickly before they left Hollow Bastion, but Donald and Goofy replied, “There’s too many heartless around here to be wandering around! We have to get to the Gummi ship!”
“But Kairi really has to go!’ argued Sora. “I have my Keyblade, so I can fight them off while we...”
Kairi cut Sora off as she responded to break up the fight, “I’ll be all right, let’s just get to the Gummi ship.”
She knew she was lying when she said that, for she didn’t know how much longer she was going to be able to hold it in, but by her logic it would have taken longer if Sora had argued on her behalf. She decided she’d rather wait for the next world than sit there for hours watching Sora, Donald and Goofy argue until she eventually had an accident.
The four friends boarded the Gummi ship and Kairi sat with her legs crossed and her hands clutched tightly between her legs beside Sora. Sora looked over at Kairi and wondered if she’d be able to hold it long enough.
“Can we use warp drive to get back?” Sora asked in a worried tone.
“Why?” Donald asked. “It consumes too much power and we have limited supply left. We might get lost!”
“I don’t know if Kairi is gonna be able to make it” Sora whispered to Donald, who then glanced at Kairi to see her fidgeting restlessly in an effort to hold it.
“Tell you what, we’ll stop at the next world” Donald said as the ship left the atmosphere of Hollow Bastion.
“But that’s Atlantica” Sora thought. He had no idea how this was going to work. After all, in order to enter the world in the first place, they’d had to use magic and turn into undersea creatures. And to be quite honest... Sora still hadn’t figured out how to go to the bathroom with his new anatomy from the last time they were there, much less if there were bathrooms and if so where they were. Because of this Sora became worried about Kairi.
As they arrived at Atlantica, Donald began to realize his mistake. However, it was too late to turn back. Kairi wouldn’t be able to hold it for much longer.
“Close your eyes.” Said Sora as they approached Atlantica. He didn’t want the sight of water to affect her ability to maintain control. “I’ll carry you, this world’s kinda different.”
At this point Kairi was very confused but she did as Sora asked. All of a sudden she began to feel the magic transforming her into her new form. Donald had cast the spell to turn them into their undersea forms. All of a sudden Kairi felt herself be submerged in water. She reached down to try to hold herself but to her surprise she felt scales rather than her skirt. This realization caused her to open her eyes and pee a little in the water.
“What’s your plan now Donald?” Sora asked.
“I dunno.... I wasn’t really thinking. I guess she should just go.” Donald replied, not really knowing what to say.
Sora swam over to Kairi and said, “It’s all right... Donald messed up bring us to this world but, I don’t think you could’ve held it until the next one, right?”
Kairi nodded and muttered, “So what do you expect me to do? Just go?” She was still trying to find out where to grasp to help her hold her pee. She was still desperately trying to control the little spurts she was releasing into the water.
“Well, I don’t think there’s much more you can do.”
“Ok,” Kairi reluctantly nodded, her voice having a nervous tone.
Just then the water around Kairi started changing color. Sora watched as the girl he had a crush on relieved her bladder in front of him. He was too turned on to panic about the fact that he had no idea how to hide how aroused he was when he was not longer human from the waist down. But he didn’t care. All that mattered now is that he was watching the girl of his dreams pee, and as a mermaid at that. Secretly, he hoped she’s be that desperate again sometime... for he wanted to see her wet as a human. He guessed that wouldn’t be for a while though.
When Kairi was finished, they returned to the Gummi ship. Kairi’s face was bright red.
“I... I can’t believe I just did that...” She said in a barely audible tone.
Sora managed to hear her and whispered in her ear. “It’s ok... it was kind of cute.” |
The sun that crawled through the blinds of Lyanne's bedroom window awoke her from her deep sleep. She opened her eyes slowly and lifted herself of her bed. She then glanced at the clock; 7:00 am, another hour until work. She then smiled as she took her night clothes off and slipped on a pair of blue and white striped panties.
Once she had all her clothes on (a open necked collared shirt with a v-neck jumper over the top and a skirt) she went into the bathroom next to her bedroom and had her wash.
Lyanne then decided it would be good to have a pee before breakfast, after all, she hadn't gone to the toilet since 10:00 last night. She pulled down her skirt and panties and started to urinate. It felt very good and relaxing.
After she had finished, she went downstairs for her breakfast. She put some toast in the toaster and looked at herself in the mirror. She was a fine woman at the age of 25. She had long brunette hair and small, but perfect breasts and skinny legs. Her face was very clear, young and beautiful, and because of these, she had had many boyfriends in the past.
The toast popped and Lyanne then buttered the toasted bread. She poured herself some orange juice and sat down too tuck into her breakfast.
After she had finished, she put the kettle on and while she was waiting, decided too finish the carton of orange juice.
Sipping her tea, she checked the time, only too find it was 7:40 am, 5 minutes before her bus to the bank where she worked at. She downed the tea and orange juice in a matter of seconds and slipped her heels on before leaving her house and walking to the bus stop.
On the bus however, she started to feel a small twitch in her bladder, which she thought was strange as she had gone to the bathroom just about an hour before. She soon forgot about it as she got off at the stop outside her work and then going into the office where her and five other young woman worked as secretaries.
She greeted her best friend and work colleague, Annalise, who was the same age as her and was wearing the same clothes as Lyanne.
Annalise had blonde hair and nearly all the same features as Lyanne (who like Lyanne, had many boyfriends at Secondary School).
Lyanne had forgotten about her bladder twitch until lunch when she was drinking a flask of tea. She ignored the new twitch she had, thinking she would be able to relieve her bladder later on in the day. However, at about 2:30 pm, her bladder started to ache more. Realising that she should go to the bathroom, she got off her chair and told Annalise that she was going to the bathroom and to cover for her while she was away.
Once she got to the only bathrooms in the bank, she was greeted with a sign that made her heart skip a beat. 'OUT OF ORDER.'
She gasped and quickly thought of some more ways she could relieve her bladder.
She could take a plastic cup from the water cooler, find a quiet spot and go in there. However, knowing the bank, everywhere would be bustling with workers or clients, so that idea was bad.
Or she could go into a nearby alleyway and go behind a bin or something. She decided that was the best bet until she realised that she couldn't go outside without being fired with questions as to why she was going outside.
Lyanne realised she would just have to hold it until 7:00 pm, when work finished.
When she got back to her desk, Annalise was waiting for her.
"Do you want to come to my house for a coffee?" Annalise asked.
"Erm yeah ok," Lyanne replied.
"Are you alright?"
"Yes fine, the bathroom was out of order, but I'm sure I'll be able to hold it until I get to your house."
"Ok, I was gonna go after you came back, but I'm not really that desperate."
The talk of bathrooms was really starting to make Lyanne need to go more. Annalise realised this by the look on her face and decided to drop the conversation.
At 5:30 pm, Lyanne was really starting to get desperate. She jammed her hands into her crotch and checked the clock.
"An hour and a half left, I don't know if I can make it. But I need to keep positive and not think about it." Lyanne thought to herself.
"If I can get into a good position, I should be able to hold it long enough so I can answer phone calls and emails."
Lyanne then leaned further forwards on her chair, so that her crotch was being pushed into the leather chair. The phone started ringing and she struggled to reach and answer it, but she managed it in the end. She hoped none of the other girls could she her desperation (although Annalise might've remembered that she needed to go).
"Finally!" Lyanne though to herself in relief. The time was 7:00 pm, time for her to go home. As she stood up however, a small spurt of urine dribbled out of her urethra. She grabbed her crotch and checked to make no-one was looking at her. She grabbed her stuff and made a quick exit, however as she was walking to her bus stop, she heard someone shouting her name.
"Lyanne, come on, you're going the wrong way, my bus stop is this way."
Lyanne realised it was Annalise. She had forgotten she had agreed to go over to her house for coffee. Lyanne waddled over to Annalise, only for another spurt of pee to dribble into her soft panties and down her leg. She hoped Annalise hadn't noticed it.
Annalise's bus arrived within a minute, which Lyanne was really pleased for, she didn't know how much longer she could hold her pee in for. She was really regretting drinking all that orange juice and tea.
About halfway through the bus journey, another smaller dribble left Lyanne's urethra and soaked itself into her blue and white panties. She grabbed her crotch and closed her eyes. She couldn't have an accident. She was a grown girl and especially not on a bus full of people.
"Are you ok?" A soft voice rang in her ears.
It was Annalise.
"No. I really need to go to the bathroom and I don't think I can hold it much longer."
"Oh, I really hope you make it. I kinda need to go too. You're welcome to use my bathroom before me if that helps you."
"Thanks, I really hope I can use it."
Annalise pushed the stop button. She lived in a quiet area of town.
Over the past few minutes, Lyanne had noticed Annalise moving around uncomfortably in her seat.
As Lyanne stood up, another, longer spurt of pee dribbled down her leg. She jammed her hand into her crotch and begged to god she would make it.
Both girls hopped off the bus quickly. Annalise reached into her pocket for her house key when she stopped suddenly. Annalise jammed her hand into her crotch and Lyanne watched as golden urine ran down Annalise's legs and soaked her skirt, leaving a large puddle on the pavement. After seeing this, Lyanne needed to go much more now. More spurts started to run down her legs and eventually, a stream started to exit her urethra and she realised he was peeing. She groaned as the golden urine splashed on the floor, glistening in the sun. They were both lucky no-one was around to witness the embarrassing accident.
Annalise lifted up her skirt to check the damages, revealing her pink panties to Lyanne.
They were absolutely drenched in urine.
Lyanne then lifted up her skirt. Her favourite pair of blue and white striped panties were sodden.
Inside Annalise's house, they both put their skirts and panties in the washing machine, and Lyanne borrowed a skirt and black panties from Annalise.
"That was embarrassing," Annalise said to Lyanne.
"Let's keep this a secret. Just between us." Lyanne said back.
"Definitely."
The two girls both smiled and Lyanne started to laugh as she realised Annalise was just wearing her collared shirt and a pair of mint green panties. Annalise started to laugh too as she reached for a new skirt from her wardrobe. |
Part 2: (This takes place about 2 weeks after part 1)
Lyanne dashed into the ladies toilets and into a cubicle. She pulled her skirt and white panties down to the floor and sat down on the toilet seat. Lyanne took a deep sigh of relief as the urine shot out of her urethra and down the toilet. Some pee splashed onto her legs but she didn't care, she was just glad she had made it in time. It had been really difficult hiding her desperation infront of the girls, but she had managed it before, and she was sure she could do it again.
Lately, Lyanne had been having bladder problems. Ever since she had the accident with Annalise a few weeks ago, she had always felt and urge to pee every few hours.
12:40 am.
Lyanne remembered that her best friend, Annalise had invited her to her houe for a coffee a few weeks back. Lyanne decided she should return the favour by asking her to her house.
"Annalise, do you want to come to my house after work? Maybe a coffee?"
"Definitely. I'm not busy tonight so I can stay for as long as you want me to."
"Ok then," Lyanne turned back on her chair. She was wearing her usual work clothes (as described in part 1). She had blue eyes and brunette hair.
"Damn. I need to use the loo again."
Lyanne got of her chair and walked over to the restroom.
She got inside, only to find that all the stalls were occupied.
"Oh no, I'll have to wait. I'm not that desperate, I'll come back later."
Lyanne left the toilets and went back to her desk to carry on working.
Lyanne's desperation went, but came back at 3:30 pm, and this time, much stronger. She started moving around in her chair, shaking from side to side, legs crossed tightly.
"Are you alright?" a soft voice rang into Lyanne's ears.
It was Susan. She had short blonde hair and pale white skin. Her eyes were bright green and could be seen from a distance. She was tall and had average legs.
"Nope, nothing, just a bit uncomfortable," Lyanne answered.
"Ok, I was a bit worried that something was happening."
Susan was the type of person that was very caring for other people. She didn't want anything to happen to anyone.
"I can't go to the loo now, Susan will see me and think that's why I was moving awkwardly. I'll have to wait 5 minutes before I can. But I need to go so much. I suppose I will just have to wait, I should last 5 minutes."
5 minutes later, Lyanne abandoned her desk and walked swiftly into the bathroom, only to find yet again, all stalls occupied.
"Oooh, this is so bad, I really need to use the loo."
Lyanne twisted her legs and grabbed her crotch.
"Hurry up!" she called into a stall.
"It's me Lyanne."
It was Annalise.
"I didn't want Annalise to know I need to pee, but that doesn't matter now. I just hope she hurries up."
Lyanne tried to bend down to see underneath the stall, but she struggled, and let out a dribble of urine.
"Ah, Annalise hurry up, I really need a wee!" Lyanne whispered, loud enough so Annalise could hear it, but quiet enough so no-one else could.
"I do too, I only just got in here!"
Lyanne saw Annalise drop her skirt and her blue and black striped panties to the floor. She sat down and started to pee. The sound of pee coming hitting the toilet water made Lyanne need to go even more.
"This desperation is killing me!" Lyanne thought to herself. "I hope I don't have another accident."
After what seemed like a year, the peeing stopped and Annalise flushed, causing Lyanne's bladder to ache in so much pain. Annalise opened the door, but was nearly knocked down by Lyanne dashing into the cubicle, locking the door straight away.
"Finally! Sweet relief!"
Lyanne dropped her skirt and panties and sat down to pee. The relief felt so good, and the sound of Annalise washing her hands made her pee come out much quicker, but calmly.
Once she had finished, she pulled her clothes back up, flushed and washed her hands. She exited the toilets and sat back down at her desk.
"You were pretty desperate," Annalise whispered to Lyanne.
"Don't talk about this please. I'm having a bladder problem at the moment and the talk of desperation isn't helping at all."
Oh, sorry then."
"That's alright."
At 5:00 pm, Lyanne felt another twitch in her bladder; the third one of the day.
"Oh god, not again. This one isn't as bad as the others, I should be able to hold it for awhile."
At 6:30 pm, Lyanne was really desperate. She was doing everything to try and stop her pee: legs crossed, hand in crotch, moving around and mentally blocking the thought of her desperation. Small dribbles of pee were leaking into her panties, creating a warm sensation between her legs.
"Oh god, I can't get up to go to the loo now, there is too much to hold, and if I stand up, I might start peeing. I'm gonna have to wait it out this time. Only half an hour till work finishes. I might be able to go then."
Lyanne caressed her panties, only to find a wet spot near her urethra, and it was getting wetter.
"Aah, too much to hold. Ok, stay calm. Just don't think about it and it will go away."
But it didn't. It only got worse.
7:00 pm.
Lyanne's panties were very damp, but she hadn't exactly wet herself. She could feel spurts running down her legs. She slowly got out of her chair, only to find a puddle on her black leather chair.
"Damn, thank god it's black, nobody should se it. It should dry out by tomorrow."
Lyanne was about to go into the toilets when she saw Annalise.
"I'm just going to the loo, I'll be out in a few minutes."
"Don't bother, there closed for cleaning, someone had an accident and the loo's are now closed for cleaning."
Lyanne started leaking even more, the desperation becoming even harder to hide. She waddled outside with Annalise and went over to her bus stop.
The bus arrived, but Lyanne was close to wetting. Her panties were becoming even more damp, and golden urine was leaking down her legs. She wasn't sure that she would make the whole journey without peeing herself. She really didn't want another accident.
More pee started leaking into her panties, dribbling down her legs and onto either the floor or her seat. She made sure no-one was looking and quickly looked down her skirt. Her white panties were no longer white. They were a damp, dark yellow. She still couldn't believe 2 things: 1 was that no-one had seen her in the state she was in and 2, she hadn't wet herself, although she was on the verge of doing so.
Lyanne tried to press the 'STOP' button, but couldn't succeed without releasing some more pee.
Her and Annalise got off the bus, but Annalise stopped Lyanne and said, "do you need to use the toilet?" I can tell you're desperate,"
Lyanne was shocked.
"Erm, yes, my wee is leaking out as we speak, and I don't think I can get to the loo intime."
"Don't worry, you will make it, I'm sure of it."
"I doubt that."
Lyanne went over to her front door, legs twisted and one hand jammed in her crotch. She was leaking much more now. She couldn't believe she had to hold so much pee.
Her legs were wobbling as she reached to unlock the door. She started to bend down, causing a long spurt to blast through her panties and straight onto the ground.
"I'll unlock it for you," Annalise said.
"Th-th-thank you."
"No problem."
Annalise took the key of Lyanne, but Lyanne spurted even more pee out.
"D-don't look."
Lyanne squatted down and tried to pull off her skirt, but she started spurting, and spurting, until her pee started coming out completely, leaking around her butt cheeks and wetting her skirt. The pee started to fill up inside the rear of her panties, before rushing out and going straight through her skirt fabrics, soaking them.
All Annalise could do was watch. She couldn't do anything to help. All she could do was watch as her best friend peed herself infront of her.
After a few minutes of peeing, Lyanne got back into a standing position and started to cry, her tears running down her tender face mixed with her golden puddle of pee.
"C'mon, inside," Annalise said. Lyanne noticed a massive wet spot on Annalise's skirt and a few drips coming from her panties.
Lyanne went into the bathroom and sat down on the toilet and peed again, straight through her skirt. The golden liquid streamed into her panties, filling them up with urine, and eventually cascading down into the toilet.
Lyanne looked at herself in the mirror. The front of her skirt had a giant wet spot and her panties were drenched. Her bum was wet with urine, and the back of her skirt was the wettest, as that was where she had peed through both times. Once again, she had an accident infront of her friend. At least it was just between her and Annalise.
There was a knocking and a voice saying, "can you come out now? I kinda need a wee."
"Ok," Lyanne sobbed, but when she opened the door, she found a giant puddle underneath Annalise and her skirt damper than before. Seeing this made Lyanne pee a bit more through her panties, even though she felt no need to go.
"I've got a confession to make," Annalise said. "I was the one who had an accident in the toilets at work. I've also been having bladder problems ever since I went to Brad's party. I might've even peed myself there too."
"Don't worry," Lyanne replied in a new pair of home clothes. "I'll keep a secret."
Note: I'll be writing a follow up in 'Annalise the Secretary' so you can find out what happened with Annalise. |
Note: This is the storyline of my fanfic 'The Secretary' but from the point of view from a different character. If you want to check out the original 'Secretary' please do so.
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Annalise's alarm rang, awakening her from her slumber. She was 25 with blonde hair, perfect breasts and skinny legs. She had a beautiful, slim and tanned body.
As Annalise was getting out of bed, she felt a horrible aching in her bladder, followed by a small dribble of urine. She dashed into the bathroom, remembering the amount of drinks she had last night at Brad's party. She pulled down her pink pyjama bottoms and sat down on the toilet bowl, thankful that only a dribble escaped.
Once she had finished, she had her wash and got dressed for work: a collared shirt with a yellow v-neck jumper and a black skirt. She went downstairs and made herself a bowl of cereal.
Once she finished her shredded wheat, she grabbed her work stuff, slipped on her heels and exited her small house.
Her bus arrived a few minutes later outside her house and she hopped on, not noticing that her pink panties were clearly visible, as her skirt had not been pulled up far enough.
Annalise sat down at her desk in the office. She had arrived second out of five girls. The last girl to arrive was her best friend Lyanne. They both greeted each other with hello's before Lyanne proceeded to answer a phone call.
At 2:15 pm, Annalise started sipping her tea, wondering what she should do tonight. She considered many things: going to the club, rent a movie or have a coffee with Lyanne. She decided she would go for the last option. She was about to ask Lyanne until she felt a little twitch in her bladder. She decided she would ask her later, once she had forgotten about her twitch.
However, her twitches didn't go. At 2:30 pm, her bladder twitched more. She was about to go to the restroom when Lyanne got up and said, "I'm just gonna pop to the loo, can you cover for me while I'm gone?"
"Sure," Annalise replied. She was about to ask her if she wanted to come round for a coffee but Lyanne was out the door quicker than an eagle attacking his prey.
A few minutes later, Lyanne returned. Annalise asked her if she wanted her to come round, which she accepted, but Annalise noticed a strange look on Lyanne's face.
"Are you alright?"
Lyanne told her that the only toilets in the bank they worked in were out of order. Annalise told her that she needed to go, but she could hold it but Lyanne only made a disturbed look so Annalise stopped talking.
At 4:23 pm, Annalise's bladder was starting to ache. Annalise knew the bathroom's were out of order so she would have to hold it until 7:00 pm.
By 6:00 pm, Annalise was getting desperate. She noticed Lyanne had her body in an awkward position in her chair, so Annalise assumed she needed to go too. Annalise crossed her legs and put both hands over her crotch. She was feeling really uncomfortable and realised she wouldn't be able too answer phone calls. She cleared her head and proceeded with her work.
Her desperation had gone by 6:30, but had come back at 6:45.
"Come on! Just 15 more minutes before work finishes, I can make it!"
She crossed her legs again, but had to uncross them to answer a phone call. A tiny dribble exited her urethra and landed on her leather chair. She jammed one hand into her crotch, remembering her little incident earlier on in the day.
She never though it would come. 7:00 pm. She jumped off her chair and started walking to her bus stop, but she saw Lyanne walking the opposite direction. She called her over, but the use of her voice box caused another dribble to soak into her pink panties. When Lyanne came to her, she saw a dribble of pee running down Lyanne's leg, causing Annalise to release another, longer spurt.
They both hopped on the bus, but about halfway through the journey, she noticed Lyanne with her eyes closed and both hands jammed into her crotch. She asked her what was wrong, and Lyanne told her she really needed to pee. This made Annalise release another spurt, she decided she should let her use her bathroom at her house first, as she was clearly more desperate.
Another spurt leaved Annalise's urethra.
"I can't lose control, I can't!"
She started moving from side to side on her seat.
The girls got off at Annalise's house at the quiet part of town, but as they got off, Annalise started to dribble a bit more. She felt a damp spot on her panties and realised that she had to get to the toilet. She reached for her house key when more and more urine started leaking out of her urethra. Her panties started filling up with pee and she grabbed her crotch as the urinne escaped her panties and splashed down on the pavement. She was close to tears, but suddenly, Lyanne started to pee too. She watched as her urine glistened in the sun and her skirt dampen. Annalise lifted up her skirt to find that her pink panties had been drenched in golden urine. Lyanne then lifted her's up too, to find a similar result.
Annalise put both the girls skirt's and panties on the washing machine and lent Lyanne a black pair of knickers and a skirt. Annalise slipped on a pair of mint green panties and said to Lyanne how embarrassing it was, and how they were lucky no-one saw them. They both agreed to keep it a secret, but then Lyanne started laughing. Annalise was wondering what she was laughing at, when she realised she was only wearing a pair of panties. They both laughed and soon forgot about the accident that had occured. |
Okay, this is my first wetting story. I hope you enjoy it, and sorry if I have done something wrong, I'm new here :)
Helia was your average student, a sweet girl. I guess you could call her some sort of lolita, if you wanted. She sure could be one- pink flushed cheeks and thin legs, dark waving hair, swaying. Her nose was perfectly shaped and she was even a dancer at the local academy. Her eyes were sharp, but looks an be deceiving. They would often drift off into dreamy thoughts, as she day dreamed, watching out the windows in our class. You could call her popular, I suppose.
She would often walk around, with her flouncing skirt, swishing at her thighs, her steps always in time, even and perfect. Most of the girls spent time trying to suck up to her, wanting to be popular too, but she either didn't notice, or ignored them completely. To boys like us, she was a goddess, an angel sent from the heavens. We would watch her bat her eyelashes during class, twirling her hair around her pencil, smoothing it out, her pleated skirt with no creases.
One morning, Helia was watching the window desperately, but she was, of course, stuck in school. That day, I chose to watch her intently, and so I furtively glanced over to her as the teacher began to hand out the exams. To my surprise, it was seventy questions, a huge number. I got up to sharpen my pencil, and I saw, out of the corner of my eye, Helia's hand fly to her crotch, but she pulled it back right away. She looked slightly uncomfortable. After a minute, her hand slid back again, and she twisted her legs slightly, but no one had noticed her.
After the first ten questions, I saw that Helia had started to sweat profusely, her eyebrows creased in worry, wrinkled with desperation. I could hear her muttering slightly. "No, no, no." She kept looking up at the teacher, then back down at the exam, making chicken scratches on the paper, with one hand. Suddenly, I realized what she was doing. She moaned slightly, raising her hand.
"Teacher, may I use the bathroom?" Knowing our teacher, he would say no. Instead, I saw a strange smile flit across his face, and he continued to read his book, relaxing, ignoring her. She repeated herself, squirming in her chair, like she was about to fall off her seat.
Uninterested, the teacher didn't glance up at her. "You just came from lunch, you should have gone then. Finish your exam." She groaned slightly, her hair shuddering as she shook visibly, some of the girls gave her uncomfortable stares, but several of the boys looked at her, intruiged. She scribbled the rest of her marks on the paper, then stood up, wobbling as she perspired. The way she walked, moving her hips as her legs, petite and thin clenched together, one hand still at her crotch. She slowly handed in her paper, but the teacher told her to wait as he looked over it. He seemed to almost be enjoying her pain, and we could all hear her breathing, quick and deliberate. She stood there, her legs crossed as she wriggled now.
Then, it happened. We could see it dripping, slowly, a small stream of yellow liquid running down her legs, dripping onto the floor. She shuddered slightly, ignoring it, clenching her fist. The teacher adjusted his glasses, then handed her a paper. "You didn't forget the ECR, did you? Please write your response essay."
She looked pale and extremely thin. "Can I at least use the-" The teacher's sharp gaze quieted her instantly, and she scurried back to her seat. Another child hurried up to him.
"May I use the bathroom?"
"Be quick about it," he instructed. Helia's face froze is disbelief, then contorted back into uncomfortable pain in the silent room. The students watched her as she scrawled a quick response onto the paper, then ran back up to turn it in. The teacher smiled, looking it over, then nodded slowly.
"You may use the bathroom now," he informed her. She walked slowly over to the door, and we could all hear soft squelching noises. "But," he broke in. "Wait until Tyler comes back."
She nervously tapped her toe, waiting by the door, and just in time, Tyler strolled in, slamming the door behind him as he handed the pass to Helia. With a scream, she stumbled backwards, and she began to pee.
She screamed in horror as all the eyes swiveled to her, watching her in fascination as a dark spot grew on her skirt. Yellow liquid ran down her legs, as she sat on the floor, holding her crotch, as tears streamed down her face. "No!" she squealed. The teacher stared at her in fake shock, silence reigning over the room as the spot few larger, pain shooting through her bladder as she cried, looking more like a little child every second.
Tyler froze by her, and several people shot accusing looks at him, but he continued to look down near her "area" as she desperately squeezed her eyes shut, peeing for what felt like at least ten minutes but must have only been two. She could feel the eyes on her, as she sat in a puddle of her own urine, shamed and dark faced, wet and her popularity down the drain.
"Helia, go see the nurse," the teacher sighed, putting down his book. We all could have sworn he was smiling. "For a diaper, please. You should have worn one if you had problems like this!"
Her face turned a bright red, splotches of pee continuing to drip gently on the floor, a struggle with herself, as she turned away.
The teacher had just told her to get a diaper. Her face fell, humiliated, and she continued to cry. As she sat there, sobbing into her already wet dress, causing a smell, long after the children left, the janitor arrived, disgusted, she continued to sit crying, and sometimes even peeing, as the teacher watched her out of the corner of his eye. |
Harry dragged his feet as he walked down to the dungeons for his detention after dinner. Snape was so unfair he didnt even deserve this but when was Snape ever fair to him. In honesty Malfoy was the one who started it, dumping things into Harry's potion. He stood in front of his Professor's door, ignoring the twinge in his bladder. Even though he hadn't had a chance to go since before lunch he was hoping he would finish early. He knocked on the door, and after Snape called enter he opened it.
"Your late Potter, that'll be 10 points form Gryffindor and another detention tomorow."
Harry looked at the clock, he was supposed to be here at 7:00pm and it was only 6:58pm if anything he was 2 minutes early. He sighed, there was no point in trying to explain to the man so he just listened to what he supposed to do.
"You will be scrubbing cauldrons for the next 3 hours and cleaning around the potions classroom. Hand me your wand, or put it where I can see it, you will not be allowed to use magic."
Harry sighed before placing it on Snape's desk, noticing his teacher looked shocked that he trusted him with his wand. He just didnt want to get into trouble of be accused of cheating, if Snape couldnt see where he put his wand. He walked into the classroom, sighing again when he saw the number of cauldrons he was going to have to wash. oh well at least this detention would be just like the durselys, and he was used to this type of work. About an hour into the detention, the water was pouring from the sink nonstop making Harry shift his weight from one leg to the other, he ignore it and focused on his job. About that same time, he heard someone come into Snape's office but he didnt know who it was until Malfoy walked next to him. Not wanting to get into any more trouble he ignored the boy and focuse don his work, hoping the other boy would catch the hint. They worked side by side for about 30 minutes before Harry's bladder jolted with a vengance.
"Ahh," he moaned before grabbing for the front of his trousers.
"Potter you ok?" Malfoy asked as he looked at Harry.
"I'm fine, just got a cramp," Harry replied warliy.
"If you say so," Malfoy answered skeptically
"I'll be right back, i'm gonna go ask Professor Snape something."
Harry walked to Snap's office and stood in the doorway as he waited for the man to finish what he was doing so he couldl ok up.
"Professor, can I go to the toilet?"
"It's may I Mr. Potter, and no you may not. You should have gone before you started detention, you aren' the first student who suddenly realizes that they need the loo during detention."
"I needed it before sir"
"Then you should have gone before you came, the answer is still no."
"Yes sir"
Harry walked back to the classroom looking at the clock, he still had 2 hours left in his detention, and he didnt know if he could wait. He jiggled his body as he started on the cauldrons, trying to ignore the other's boy's looks in his direction. 15 minutes later and he was holding himself more and he didnt think he could hold it for 20 minutes let alone and hour and 45. He went back to Snape's office hoping that he would let him go now.
"Professor please may I use the toilet now?"
"No Mr. Potter, I belived I just answered this question not to long ago. the answer remains the same."
"Please sir, I promise you I'm not kidding around. If you would just.."
"I said no Mr. Potter 15 points from Gryffindor. Do you wish to lose more points?"
"No sir"
Harry walked miserably out the office, and headed to clean the cauldrons again. He was trying really hard not to cry after all he was 13 and 13 year olds do not wet their pants. He tried to ignore Malfoy who was looking at him more closely now, not wanting to be teased by his rival. He gasped as a spurt emptied itself into and held himself tightley waiting for the spasm to pass.
"He still wont let you go, did you tell him how bad you had to go?"
"He didnt want to hear it, he even took points."
"I can ask him for you if you want?"
"No, I dont want to get into anymore trouble. Thanks anyway Malfoy."
Harry returned back to his cleaning wondering, what happened to the boy next to him. Since when was Malfoy civil to him, he would have thought that the boy would tease him mercilessy for being in this predicament. He turned around to ask him about it when he noticed that he was gone. Not having enough time to ponder he resumed his cleaning occasionally grabbing himself.
Draco looked back at Harry struggling to hold it in, was Snape really that blind? He opened the door to his Head of House's office to see that he wasnt alone.Shoot how was he supposed to ask if Professor Lupin was in here?
"Hello Professors, Professor Snape may I talk with you for a moment?"
"I'll be right back, touch nothing Lupin."
Draco walked back to the classroom making sure to stay in the back where Harry couldnt hear them. Before turning to address his teacher.
"Are we allowed to use the loo during detention?"
"You are, although it depends on the teacher and how bad the child needs the toilet."
"What about Potter then?"
"Did he set you up for this? And I thought you hated him Draco?"
"I dont hate anybody, I just dont like him. But that doesnt matter, he really needs to go he's going to wet himself is he waits any longer."
"I doubt that Mr. Malfoy, I would suggest you get back to work unless you would like to add another detention to your list as well."
"No sir."
Harry looked at Dracon curiously as he came back, wondering where he had been.
"Where'd you go?"
"Oh I was asking him about the loo."
"Oh and I guess he let you go then," Harry replied flatly.
"I didnt ask him for me I asked for you."
"Why?"
"Because I know what that feels like, and he should just let you go."
"Dont worry about it Malfoy, I'll be fine. thanks for trying though.
Harry tried to finish his cauldrons but the running water was making his bladder hurt so much. he finally just turned it off and bent at the waist. Another spurt escaped into his boxers and then another, he looked down thankful that his trousers were black. He couldn't see a wet spot but he could feel that one was there. He tried to walk to Snape's office, ready to beg if that's what it took to use a loo. Pride be damned but he couldnt move another step, every step was agonizing, and he tried to supress the tears in his eyes. He squeezed himself as hard as he could but his poor weaked bladder had enough and he felt more spurts come out. He was jumping up and down for all it was worth, trying to hold it back but he couldnt. He released a sob as he felt his bladder muscles release it's self without his permisson, and he could hear it come pouring out of him with a hiss. He heard a gasp behind him, having forgotten that Malfoy was even in the room. But there was nothing he could do to stop it, he was powerless. He peed for ages he had to go so much. When he was finally done there was a huge puddle on the floor in the middle of the classroom, and his trouser were glistening with pee. The tears ran silently down his cheeks and he turned to Malfoy in shock at what he had done.
"Do you have your wand?"
"No, it's in Professor's Snape's office."
"Oh, then nevermind then."
Harry was sticky and was getting cold he didnt know what to do. But before could think of anything the classroom door opened to reveal both Professor Snape and Lupin. Harry was humilated and kept his head hung down, not want to face anyone at that moment. No one said anything for a moment, and Harry was thankful for the silence at least. He saw that someone had vanished the puddle away and he felt his trousers dry, but he didnt know who did it.
"Thanks," he choked out before turning to finish his work.
"That's no longer neccassary Mr. Potter, your detention is over. Come and retrieve your wand from my office."
Harry walked with his head down sniffling as he headed for the office. He stood in front of Snape's desk, not saying a thing or looking up for that matter.
"Mr. Potter, I owe you an apology. It was not my intention for you to have an accident, I thought you were trying to skive on detention and nothing more. I never actually thought that you were serious."
"It's fine sir," Harry replied to shocked to say anything else.
"It isnt, and no one will speak of this, you have my word."
"Yes sir"
"Wipe your face," Severus replied handing him a handkerchief.
Harry walked out of the office confused but relieved, he was out of detention 1 hour early, although given the circumstances he would rather not have wet himself. Oh well he headed to Gryffindor Tower so he could have a shower, hoping that Snape was right and he nor Malfoy would hold it against him. |
I wrote this on Fanfiction.net under my id SDP, but I figured you guys would appreciate this more. I do hope you like it. It will be continued, as soon as I finish with Summer with Snape, I'm coming back to this one.
Chapter 1
Harry was ecstatic, Peter Pettigrew was captured and currently in Amelia Bones office and Sirius his Godfather, was free and declared innocent and exonerated of all charges and the ministry even paid him $50,000 for every year he was there and when he was on the run. He was now in the custody of Sirius and he couldn't be happier. Right now Sirius, Harry, and Remus were taking a train to one of the many Potter houses to stay for the summer since most of the Black houses had a lot of dark artifacts in the Manors. Harry could finally be a kid again, and he loved every minute of it. The train ride was 7 hours and they were only 3 hours in when Harry felt the urge to use the toilet really badly.
He was really starting to regret drinking all that pumpkin juice with breakfast and the 2 cokes he had on the train moments earlier. Sirius was asleep and Harry knew that he hadn't been sleeping well due to his nightmares of Azkaban and didn't want to disturb him. Remus was reading a book, and Harry didn't know what to do. At the Durselys he was always told when to go and he could never ask anything otherwise he would be punished; "freaks like him don't get to ask questions" was always Aunt Petunia's answer. He was terrified and it wasn't helping his bladder situation by worrying, since he had to go really really bad. He was 13 for Merlin's sake he was not going to pee his pants, he just wished they would get there soon, and he wondered did this train even have toilets?
He finally gave in to the urge to grab himself and sat there facing the wall face burning and wiggling on his seat for all it's worth, all the while trying to stop the tears that had suddenly appeared in his eyes from falling down his face. His stomach really hurt now and he didn't have a clue on what to do. Was he allowed to ask if he could use the loo? Would his Godfather get angry that he couldn't hold it? He didn't want to embarrass Sirius or Remus so he just stayed silent and kept his situation to himself.
Remus was sitting in the compartment across from Harry book open but mind not on it, he was rethinking on his life so far and even though he had a rough few years , it was starting to look up for the two faithful and remaining Marauders.
Sirius was free and Harry was away from Petunia and her horrible family; they would all be the family that Lily and James would want them to be. Sirius was dead to the world for which Remus was grateful he needed his rest Azkaban had not been kind to his dear friend and he needed help with Harry which is why Remus was there and he was glad to do it. Speaking of Harry, Remus could hear a faint sniffle the smell of salt water coming from his direction by the window. He wondered what could be wrong and how he could help when he saw Harry almost fall off the seat on account of his moving around so much. He could hear him, thanks to his werewolf senses that Harry were saying over and over again that he can hold it.
"Harry, you ok cub?" Remus wanted to know if he could help him out
"'I'm fine Professor" was his tearful reply
"Harry you don't have to call me professor in the summer, its Moony or Remus ok cub? And you didn't answer my question, what's wrong?"
"I understand, I'm just not feeling that well is all, I'm sorry for disturbing you"
"You didn't disturb me I wasn't really reading anyway, I'm going to get a coffee, I'll bring you a cup of tea back that will help soothe your stomach ok?" "Do me a favor and watch Sirius for me."
"K, I will."
Remus shook his head and closed the compartment and was just about to walk away when he saw Harry stand up and start jumping up and down in place all the while holding on to himself like he really needed the loo. I'm an idiot Remus thought of course he needs the loo, he's a child his bladder isn't as strong as ours. The real problem was why didn't he just ask? He quickly bought his coffee and Harry's cup of tea even knowing what his problem now was and it wasn't an upset stomach. He powerwalked the way back to their compartment where he noticed Harry was in a right state whimpering with tears coming down his face and he was unable to keep still. But before Remus could tell him where the toilets were, Sirius woke up from all the noise.
"Kiddo?" "What's wrong?" Sirius sleepily asked
"N-N-Nothing is wrong sir." Was Harry's shaky reply
"If that's the case then why are you crying and jumping up and down, and stuttering?
"I don't know…"
"Why don't I believe you and why the heck are you calling me sir?"
"I'm sorry" was his now whispered reply
Harry was very noticeable distressed and at this point even Sirius could figure out was wrong with him, but he was confused as to why Harry didn't tell them that he had to go it wasn't a problem, he was a kid and he couldn't hold it that long, Sirius could understand that, why couldn't Harry?
"Why are you crying Harry?"
"I'm fine ok?
"No Harry, you're not ok, why didn't you tell us you had to go? We wouldn't have gotten mad at you; you don't have to be embarrassed it's natural."
Harry was horrified he had woke his Godfather up and he was probably going to get it now, he couldn't stop the small whimper that came out as some pee accidently dripped out. He couldn't help but feel that Sirius was only saying that and that he had embarrassed him by not being able to hold it. He was a teenager not some little kid, and that made him cry a little bit harder. Sirius made to hug him and tell him that it's ok to ask but when he hugged him he accidently pushed against Harry's stomach causing his poor godson to yelp out loud and curl up in a ball on the floor.
Remus had enough if they didn't get Harry to the loo they would be cleaning up the floor and Harry's clothes and that wouldn't help Harry's already low self-esteem. He picked Harry up ignoring the protests of Sirius and walked as fast as he could to the loo. Harry for his part was still saying he could hold it under his breath. He opened the Handicapped stall undid Harry's belt and trousers and led the still shocked child to stand in front of the toilet where Harry then let out a huge air of relief as he relieved himself. Remus, facing the wall so as not to humiliate Harry any further asked him;
"Why didn't you say you had to use the loo?"
"Because I was always denied at the Durselys if I asked and I didn't want to get in trouble with you guys on my first so I was too afraid to ask."
"Not here Harry, we will never deny you that right. Just another thing the Durselys have to pay for."
Harry sniffled and flushed the toilet, he turned around knowing his face was flaming and kept looking at the ground. They walked out the stall where he washed his hands and they started back towards their compartment. Harry dreaded having to see Sirius again, he didnt want to talk about this with anyone, it was bad enough he almost wet his pants not 10 minutes ago.
"Kiddo, are you ok? Moony, why did you push me?"
"I'm fine sir," Harry replied.
"Because you were making it worse Siri, and I didn't know how long Harry could hold it," Remus replied.
"Stop calling me sir Harry, you haven't done anything wrong. I know Moony already told you this, but you never have to be afraid to ask for the loo. I promise we will never deny you that right, understood?"
"Yes Sirius, I understand."
Harry settled back in his seat, relived in more ways then one and ready for the best summer he ever had. |
So as I have yet to finish Summer with Snape, I'm just going to continue this one too. Hope you guys like it.
Chapter 2
After that embarrassing episode with him almost wetting himself, Harry was happy when both Remus and Sirius dropped off to sleep. He was reading through his book; Quidditch Through the Ages, and found himself slowing falling asleep as well. He woke up however when the train jerked once before announcing Devon as the next stop. And as that was theirs he didn’t want to fall asleep and have them miss it.
He looked at his godfather and former teacher, wondering how they were able to stay sleep. He shrugged, figuring he would always be a light sleeper considering his upbringing. His godfather knew a tiny bit about the Durselys and he was trying to keep it that way, he didn’t want to explain what they did to him. Because he was basically safe now that he was with Sirius, he didn’t want to open up that can of worms.
He was under no allusions, he knew how the Durselys treated him couldn’t be anything but abuse. He just didn’t want to bring his godfather into that, the man had already been through so much. He really didn’t want to burden Sirius with more information about his relations. Trying to think of something else had Harry wiggling on his seat. His bladder effectively drawing his thoughts away from his appalling relatives and bringing his complete focus on it.
He had always had a small bladder ever since he could remember. He always had to go as soon as he woke up in the morning, or after a nap or something. It was a nuisance the times that he went on a car ride with the Durselys. As they had hated to stop for him, but Uncle Vernon would rather stop then have the freak pee in his car. He didn’t understand why his body was like this. It was like when he was sleeping his bladder decided to fill itself up, for some unknown reason. He was thankful that he never wet the bed as he knew Uncle Vernon would have hurt him for that. He groaned softly before looking at his watch, to check out the time.
The conductor had said that they would be arriving at their station in about 45 minutes. He had time and though he now knew he could leave the compartment, Remus had said he had to tell them when he did. But how was he going to do that when they were sleeping? He didn’t want to wake either of them up as they both had their own set bags under each eye and he sighed once more at his situation. Not to mention he just didn’t like asking, he guessed it all stemmed from the idea, of what was the point of asking for something you knew the answer too, and it was never a yes.
Harry whimpered suddenly knowing that if he stayed here any longer he would have a puddle underneath him. He took a shallow breath, going through his options once more before deciding. Standing up he quietly made his way out the compartment, trying to shut the door silently. He gave himself a quick squeeze before running back towards the toilet that Remus had taken him last time. He burst through the doors and headed towards a stall and a few moments later he was relieving himself with a happy sigh of relief.
Meanwhile back at the compartment, Remus had woken up when the door shut, but he didn’t think anything of it until he realized that Harry wasn’t in the compartment with them anymore. He gasped loudly as he pulled out his wand as he looked around in horror.
“Sirius, get up! Where’s Harry?” He asked the sleep leaving from his brain so quickly it was as if it was never there.
“What do you mean? He’s right where he was Moony,” Sirius grumbled tiredly, his eyes had yet to open.
“Harry is gone Padfoot, what if someone took him? Why did I let myself fall asleep?” Remus said angrily as the man next to him finally opened his eyes only to turn their now childless compartment.
“I’ll go search the train, dear Merlin,” Sirius said his exhausted body protested as he stood up. Nothing was going to stop him from looking for his godchild. He wasn’t going to lose Harry, he had just got him back.
“Good idea, I hope he’s just…” Remus trailed off as the door to their compartment was pulled opened to reveal Harry Potter staring at them both in shock.
“Harry James Potter, where the hell did you go? You know better than to walk out without saying something,” Sirius said quietly, his eyes narrowing as he looked at his godson. He allowed his tired body to fall back on the seat, but his glare never left the emerald eyes that were staring back at his blue ones in shock.
Harry for his part was looking like a deer caught in headlights. He couldn’t have been gone what 5 minutes, and weren’t they supposed to be sleeping?Why had they woken up so quickly? He shook his head as he looked at his serious (no pun intended) godfather. He swallowed hard, his face flushing as he stood there quietly. He couldn’t believe that he was already in trouble, and he hadn’t yet done anything.
“Well are you going to answer me or not?” Sirius said a bit louder, allowing a bit of his irritation seep through into his tone.
“I…I had to use the toilet, you guys said I could go whenever I needed to,” Harry blurted out before turning his gaze to the floor as he hung his head. Maybe he had been mistaken, maybe he had only imagined that. He swallowed thickly, wondering how much trouble he was now in. How could he had heard wrong?
Remus stared at the bowed head with a sigh. “Yes we did, but I also told you to let one of us know when you need to use it, specifically for this reason,” he told him sternly. How could Harry be so careless about this? Didn’t the child understand how serious this situation was?
“What reason?” Harry asked softly, though he couldn’t bring himself to look his Professor nor his Godfather in the eye just yet. He had remembered how it felt to have their glares directed at him and he didn’t like it.
“You worried us both half to death and we thought someone had taken you against your will,” Sirius said frowning at Harry as if it was obvious.
“Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. It’s just you both were sleeping and I didn’t want to disturb you,” Harry babbled worriedly. He was such an idiot, how could be so stupid? He hated how he was always messing up. What if his godfather decided that he was too much work, would he give him back to the Durselys? Would his relatives even take him back? He knew the answer to the latter and once more the answer didn’t began with a y.
“We wouldn’t have cared Harry, I would have welcomed it. Next time you will, or you will be grounded mark my words,” Remus said firmly as he stared at Sirius to see if he would dispute his words. He had a feeling that the man wouldn’t, but everyone knew that Sirius was more or less still a child himself. Which made him a bit unpredictable, especially when it came to Harry.
“Yes sir,” Harry replied unable to see the exchange of silent conversation as his head was still bowed. He was ashamed to say that he couldn’t summon his Gryffindor courage to look up. He knew by their tone that they weren’t angry anymore but he was still apprehensive about the whole thing.
Sirius didn’t care, if anything he welcomed that Remus had laid down the law so to speak. He wasn’t really interested in being someone’s father, so he left the disciplinarian part to Remus like always. It helped that sometimes Remus saw him as still a kid, so he had a feeling this would work out.
“I won’t do it again,” Harry answered softly as he took a seat. He sure wouldn’t, he would try his hardest next time to just hold it in. Speaking of grounding it made him curious of how he would get punished here, he knew it would be nothing like his relatives house but he still would rather know the details upfront.
“You’d better not,” Remus said in a final tone before he relaxed his stance.
Harry sat silently in his seat, turning his gaze to the window as the announcer let them know they had about half hour until their stop. He didn’t look up as he heard the two men in the compartment starting to pack up their things. He felt like a little child, having gotten scolded for doing something they told him was allowed. Inwardly he knew he was being ridiculous he knew the rules before he walked outside of the compartment. All he had to do was tell them, or leave a note on some parchment or something.
Harry didn’t bother talking to either man, not that they were talking to him. He grabbed his bag making sure he had everything he brought with him as he waited for the train to stop so they could get off.
He stayed quiet as they all climbed off the train, staying close to Sirius and Remus. He had noticed quite early on how they had them shielded from everyone else. He was in the middle of them, but he wasn’t complaining at the moment. He was curious to know where they were staying.
All he knew was that it was a Potter house, as Sirius only had dark artifacts in his houses, that he didn’t want him exposed too. Harry wasn’t complaining, after that whole fiasco in the 2nd year, Harry was fine if he never came in contact with a dark item in his whole life. But as Voldemort seem so hard pressed to get him, he didn’t that that was likely.
They continued walking until they entered the train station where he stayed with Sirius as Remus went to go get them a car. Harry sat there boredly, wishing that whatever was taking so long would be finished. Just when he thought he would die of boredom, he felt someone gently shake him. He opened his eyes, to look at Sirius who was gesturing for him to get up.
“Are we done now?” Harry asked neutrally.
“Yeah, Moony has a car for us. C'mon,” Sirius told him as he started walking towards the doors.
Harry grabbed his bag and quickly ran after him, not wanting to get left. Even though he was sure they wouldn’t leave him why would he risk it? He yawned as he followed Sirius, glancing at the man curiously as he stopped. It took him a moment to wonder why until he saw the car. He shrugged as he got into the backseat, pushing his bag to the other side as he buckled up.
“How long is the car ride going to be?” Harry asked curiously, hoping it would be quick. He was just so excited and wanted to be there already. Not to mention after sitting on the train for the past 5 hours, he just wanted to be up and doing something. Sitting down for a long time didn’t sound fun in the least.
“About an hour and a half, maybe more if we have traffic or if we decide to stop for any reason,” Remus told him honestly.
“Oh, well we won't have to stop,” Harry told him confidently.
“How do you know that cub? You might find yourself needing a wee before we get there,” Remus told him truthfully.
Harry blushed but he shook his head vehemently from side to side. “No I won't,” he promised.
“Never say never cub,” Remus warned him.
Sirius chuckled and though he agreed with Remus he wasn’t getting in it. He just hoped Harry would have the sense to tell them to pull over instead of saying nothing and having an accident. He reclined his seat back a bit, trusting Remus completely.
“Well you guys can argue all you want, I'm however going to take a nap,” Sirius told them as he closed his eyes.
“Haven’t you slept enough already Sirius?” Harry asked, with a bit of whine in his voice. He had been hoping that Sirius would be able to keep him entertained during the ride.
“No, if you remember my sleep got interrupted by someone who decided to leave and not tell tell anyone where he was going,” Sirius said turning around to give Harry a pointed look.
“Oh yeah,” Harry said softly, his earlier blush had faded and had gave way to this new one, as he stared at his feet. “Sorry,”
“Its fine Harry, you know the rules now and I don’t need to repeat them again. In the meantime I am going to sleep and I'm sure Remus wont mind talking to you,” Sirius told him as he yawned and closed his eyes once more.
Harry nodded but didn’t answer as he looked out his window to see them get on the freeway. He sighed as he reached over to grab his book, and soon picked up where he had left off.
Harry had been reading his book for about 15 minutes when he too, found himself nodding off to sleep. It wasn’t until the 5th time when he had jerked his head back once more to keep himself up when he heard his Professor's voice.
“Just sleep Harry, I'll wake you when we get there,” Remus told him after watching the child fight sleep in the past ten minutes.
“I can't,” Harry mumbled sleepily.
“And why not?” Remus asked a bit concerned.
“Because I don’t want too,” Harry replied weakly. He didn’t want to explain that as soon as he woke up he would need to relieve himself immediately. He wasn’t even sure just how he could explain it without coming off strange.
“I don’t care if you don’t want too. You're obviously tired, now I want you to go to sleep. The sooner you sleep, the sooner you'll get there,” Remus told him firmly.
Harry made a noise of protest but didn’t have the energy to fight it and soon allowed his body to rest.
Remus shook his head as Harry finally drifted off, wondering just why the boy was being so stubborn about staying awake. He hoped it was nothing bad, because they could all use a bit of the break from all the dramatics. He turned the radio on low an continued down the road. He sang along to a tune softly, not wanting to wake up his two sleeping passengers.
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Harry woke up to the sound of beeping horns, frowning as he realized that his good sleep had been interrupted. “What's going on?” He mumbled tiredly.
“A car stopped ahead, and blocked a whole lane,” Sirius told him as Remus had his head out the window in an attempt to hear how everything was going.
“How long has this been going on?” He asked as he yawned, looking at the cars around him all at a standstill.
“About 20 minutes, we would have been there. Our exit is 2 miles from here,” Remus told him tiredly because he was fed up with what was going on. And this is why he preferred to travel the wizarding way.
Harry wiggled on his seat, as he listened to Remus talk. He frowned, as his hand rested on his lower stomach. He wasn’t stupid and he was very much aware that his bladder was ready to be emptied. He sighed, but there was nothing he could do for it.
“What happens if we don’t ever move?” Harry asked worriedly.
“Trust me we will Harry, it’ll just take a moment,” Remus said surely.
“Just relax kiddo, try to go back to sleep,” Sirius suggested.
“I can't I'm awake now,” Harry insisted.
“Well are you hungry or thirsty? Check inside the brown bag on the floor and grab something,” He told him, figuring food would keep the small teen quiet.
Harry shook his head, but he had caught the unspoken hint. Sirius was tired of him asking questions, and he had remembered how tired his godfather had been so he would humor him for the time being and would shut up.
He whimpered to himself as he tried to control his squirms, but it was getting progressively worse as he sat there and pretended nothing was wrong. He knew in his heart, that continuing like he was, he was going to end up with a wet seat and soiled clothes. And 13 year olds didn’t do that all. He took a deep breath mustering his Gryffindor courage before he spoke.
“Sirius can we stop?” Harry blurted out in the stillness of the car.
Sirius turned around to give Harry a look. “We have stopped pup,” he said slowly.
“I know, but I mean somewhere else,” Harry replied with a small blush creeping on his cheeks.
“Where do you suggest Remus go Harry? We're kind of stuck in the middle of traffic,” Sirius pointed out.
“I know,” Harry replied softly, before sighing.
He leaned his head back on the backseat, as he wiggled around on his seat. He didn’t know what to do, and for the first time he wished for that spell that Madame Pomprey used to dispel the waste from her patient's stomach. He gripped the sides of his jeans and clenched them tight, his situation was bad and he was anxious for the ride to be over.
Remus glanced in the mirror, and found himself turning around in the car to look at Harry in concern. “What's wrong cub?” He asked, his tone making way for Sirius to turn around and look at his godson as well.
Harry tried to smile but the grimace only proved to his two guardians that all was not well with their young charge. “Nothing,” he mumbled.
“Try again, what's the matter with you Harry?” Sirius asked impatiently, not trying to give into his worry.
Harry looked down at his jeans, and his clenched hands before turning to stare at Sirius. He couldn’t keep his silence any longer, he had to speak up. “I need to have a wee,” he said hurriedly.
Remus sighed as he looked back at the road. “That poses a problem,” he said carefully.
“I thought you said you wouldn’t need for Moony to stop,” Sirius teased.
Harry just stared at his godfather, his situation was awful and here the man was making fun of him. “If they hadn’t had traffic, we would have been at the house. And then I wouldn’t have had to say anything,” Harry said in a smart alleck tone.
“Watch it kiddo,” Sirius said immediately as he quirked his eyebrow at the tone.
“You were making fun of me,” Harry said with narrowed eyes. He couldn’t help it, he tended to get a bit temperamental when he need the toilet. It was a desperate urge, and the more he had to go the easier he got irritated.
“I was teasing you, relax Harry,” Sirius repeated as he tried to keep the irritation out of his own tone.
Harry huffed as he grabbed his crotch, and breathed a sigh of relief. He didn’t have time for games at the moment. He really had to go and wished the cars would move along.
“Can you just conjure something?” He asked about 2 minutes later.
“Not in front of all these muggles, I can't oblivate them all,” Remus said, always the voice of reason.
“But I need a wee,” he whined desperately
“I know you do, but you’re just going to have to hold it,” Sirius told him firmly.
“That’s the thing, I don’t think I can,” Harry said softly. He wasn’t exaggerating, and if anything he was downplaying how bad he actually had to go. He hadn’t meant for anyone to hear him but he had forgotten about Remus and his sensitive senses.
Remus frowned as he looked at Sirius before doing the same to Harry. “Check in the bag Padfoot, there should be a water bottle in it,” Remus told him softly.
“Moony, he doesn’t have to go that bad. I'm sure Harry just doing it for attention,” Sirius said easily. He didn’t honestly believe his godson had to go that bad no if he did at all. And as the boy had just woken up and he didn’t seem like he had to go while he was asleep.
“Sirius I don’t think he's joking,” Remus told him honestly.
“Moony, trust me I know he is. You were a little boy once, boredom makes you do a lot of things,” Sirius said with a small smile.
“I know, and you’re one to talk,” Remus said laughing softly as he remembered the things they used to get up to when they were bored. He shook his head, believing that he had misheard Harry and turned back to the road, they were moving a bit now. It was slow going but it was better then before.
Harry whimpered to himself as he held himself as tight as he could. He didn’t want to bring up his need as the men couldn’t do anything for him. He shifted on his seat to try to hold it in a different position. That however proved to be his downfall as he suddenly spurted. He gasped as his bladder contracted.
“Sirius, I've gotta go!” He blurted out urgently. All tact about staying quiet had now gone out the window when he realized he was in some trouble.
“Honestly Harry, this has gone far enough,” Sirius told him dryly.
“But I'm not kidding,” Harry promised before he suddenly closed his eyes as he felt his bladder release. He couldn’t believe what was happening to him and in the car no less!
“Sirius I really do think that Harry...” Remus trailed off as he took in the fresh smell of urine that suddenly filled the car. There was no mistaking just who that had come from, not to mention the soft sniffling also gave the culprit away.
“Think that Harry what?” Sirius asked in confusion as he looked at his friend.
“Just had an accident in the backseat of the car,” Remus finished quietly. He turned around to find his pseudo godchild with his head bowed, he could smell the salt water mixing with the urine smell and he knew that Harry was crying.
Sirius's eyes got wide as he took in Remus's words, so Harry hadn’t been kidding at all. He turned to look at his godchild. “Harry?” He called in a soft tone.
Harry was trying to convince himself that this was a dream, trying to ignore his wet warm jeans and the fact that Remus could now smell it. He tried to pretend that he couldn’t hear them talking about him. How could he do something like that? He however choked on a sob when he heard his godfather talking to him. Hadn’t the man just told him that he was pretending? Harry was kind of hurt, but he had no one to blame but himself. He just had to be extra careful for the rest of the summer.
“Kiddo, are you okay?” Sirius asked gently.
“I'm fine,” Harry mumbled as his jeans started to cool. He couldn’t help but feel relieved that the impending pressure was now gone, even as he knew that he had disgraced himself.
“I'm sorry I didn’t believe you,” Sirius told him apologetically.
“Uh huh,” Harry murmured softly. He didn’t believe that apology at the moment all he could feel was hurt. How dare Sirius not believe him? Just like Uncle Vernon he had needed the proof of Harry having an accident to never doubt his words again. He buried his head into his shirt and continued to cry softly.
“I really am pup,” Sirius pressed albeit gently but firmly.
“Let him be Siri,” Remus told him softly. He knew how the small boy was feeling and knew that he needed his space for the time being. He shook his head, knowing that Sirius wouldn’t doubt him again as he drove the rest of the traffic filled freeway to their exit. He pulled off and headed down on the correct street.
“We'll be there in a minute Harry, and then you can clean up,” Remus told him.
“Okay,” Harry whispered.
Remus sighed as he took in the tear filled expression of the child in the back seat. He hoped this would be the only discrepancy, this summer. But that was wistful thoughts of a war and werewolf survivor. He knew that Harry had some trust issues, he just hoped that he and Sirius would be able to correct them. Because right now at the moment, they only seemed to be making it worse. He shook the thought away as he pulled up to a gate. He sighed before turning back to Harry who looked like he was trying to become one with the seat.
“Come here cub,” Remus requested gently.
Harry was unsure of what the man wanted but since they had stopped he opened his door and jumped out, his wet pants rubbing against his legs. He stood in front of the man's open door giving both men a view of his wet pants.
“Wow you really soaked yourself,” Sirius muttered before he was given a glare by Remus.
Harry hung his head unable to look at his godfather. He was never that grateful for magic then he was at that moment when he felt the cleaning spell and his jeans were as if nothing had happened. He swiped his hand across his face before turning his red rimmed eyes to Remus. “Thank you,”
“No problem cub,” Remus said before instructing him to prick his finger and place a drop of blood where it was required. As the gate opened, Remus gave Harry's hair a ruffle. “Welcome home,” he said gesturing for Harry to get back into the car as he drove through the gate and towards the manor. |
Hey guys, bet you didnt expect to see me so soon, told you I would get right on it! So this story, Harry is with Sirius and Remus and its got a bit of a plot twist which I wont be telling you about. I've been writing like crazy on it, but this is truly going to be a short story. So I hope you guys like it. Oh yeah, the Harry in this one will not have a problem with bedwetting, but he will have a small bladder. I have a few friends with tiny bladders so I have some experience with them. Anyways, enjoy!
Chapter 4
Harry spent the majority of the day just exploring the manor, and familiarizing himself with everything. To be honest he was truly just avoiding his two guardians, Sirius in particular. He felt so betrayed when he thought about what happened in the car.
Why didn’t Sirius believe him? Had he ever given him the impression that he had been lying? Why the heck would he lie about needing the toilet anyway? He shook his head, unable to answer those questions but not brave enough to ask the man himself. He stayed away even for lunch, ignoring the grumbling in his stomach.
He figured if he got truly starving he could just call Jilly right? After all she was his elf, but to be honest even if he was hungry, food didn’t sound so good to him at the moment. He didn’t want to eat yet. He hurried to his room, and grabbed his Firebolt, he always felt so much better when he was in the air.
A good fly was definitely what he needed and he planned on getting it. Unsure just where Remus and Sirius were in the manor, he stealthy made his way out of his room and the down the steps. He was nearly to the door when he saw his godfather poke his head into the kitchen and he froze, his eyes wide in fear.
“Hey kiddo, where you going?” Sirius asked quietly, though he saw the broom, it didnt take a genius to guess.
“To fly,” Harry replied warily.
“I would really like it, if you would ask to do things. I'm your godfather and I really don’t want to worry so much about you,” he told him seriously.
“Oh,” the teen replied slowly before he nodding. That was a reasonable request, parents did that to their children he could get that. “Okay, can I go flying?”
“Yes you can, but before you do. I think you and I need to talk,” he told the boy gently, gesturing for him to take a seat at the table.
“Why do we have to talk?” Harry asked with a sigh, he wanted to avoid this.
“I think you know why. I'm really sorry about what happened earlier. I really did think you were making joke,” Sirius told him sadly.
“But I wasn't, I don’t joke about stuff like that,” Harry said softly.
“Well I know that now, but I didn’t think. And I never meant for you to have an accident,” he continued.
“Alright,” Harry said softly as he thought that over. His godfather did sound sad, and he truly didn’t know. “I forgive you,” he said.
“Good, I don’t want us to be at odds,” he said cheerfully as he stood up. “Jilly said you didn’t eat lunch, I would really like it as well if you didn’t skip meals,”
Harry nodded slowly, his godfather sounded so responsible it was just weird to here. In honesty he was expecting this from Remus, and he stifled a grin knowing that the man had probably told Sirius what to say.
“Okay, I wont skip meals anymore,” he promised as he stood up and headed for the back door.
Sirius cleared his throat and looked pointedly at his godson. “Eat a sandwich and then you can go out flying,” he said quietly.
Harry sighed and grabbed the item off the plate that was sitting conveniently on the table, and shook his head and quickly made his way to the backyard. In his hunger he quickly devoured the sandwich before he finally took to the sky.
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Meanwhile back in the house, Sirius was having a discussion with Remus, about how exactly they were planning on spending their summer. He was also discussing at lengths to the man that he wanted no part in having to discipline Harry. Merlin he hoped it wouldn't come to it, because he didn’t think he would be able to handle it. Remus though he gave him a pinched look, didn’t say anything to to that, so he was hoping that meant he didn’t have to be the bad guy to Harry.
He turned to look out the window, watching the child fly. Harry really did have Jame's talent on a broom and Sirius couldn't wait until he too got a new broom so he could go out and fly with him. He shook his head, and turned back to the talk, knowing it was nearly finished.
It was 3 hours later when Sirius found himself at the backdoor, calling Harry in for dinner. Everything smelled wonderful and he noted that the flying had done the boy some good, his cheeks were a bright rosy red.
“Go wash up, and we'll eat,” Sirius told him as he ruffled his hair as he passed.
“Okay,” Harry chirped, obviously in a good mood, and starving as it had been a while since he had eaten the sandwich. He quickly washed his hands and hurried back out into the kitchen and took a seat at the table.
His stomach growled audibly as he took in the pasta dishes on the table, he didn’t know what to choose from. The house elves always went overboard with food and tonight he was really glad, he felt like he was starving. Once Remus and Sirius had picked up the forks and started eating Harry quickly followed suit. He was eating slowly not wanting to upset his stomach.
Though he wasn't at the Durselys this year, his body was still conditioned and at the beginning of the summer it tended to not get fed so it conserved his energy. Now that he was eating properly he didn’t want to eat to fast knowing if he did that, he would get sick.He was so into his food, he never noticed the curious glances his two guardians were giving him. If he did, he would have been slightly worried, but as he didn’t see them, he wasnt.
Once he finished with his dinner, and dessert to his utter delight he felt stuffed and happy. He could truly get used to this feeling. Grinning like a loon he hurried up the steps to his room and got his things to get ready for a shower. He glanced in his trunk and frowned as he looked at his 'clothes'. Dudley's hand me downs had clearly seen better days.
Which was why he was so happy that he had raided the lost and found at Hogwarts, it was amazing the kinds of things the kids there lost. He would take care of his things.
As it was, he had only one set of decent pajamas and that was curtsey of Mrs. Weasely as they were much to small for Ron, and they fit Harry perfectly. He loved them and he hurried into the bathroom to wash up and get ready for bed. After showering and making good use of the toilet he hurried to his room, surprised to find his godfather sitting on his bed.
“Hi Sirius,” he said a bit shyly as he tucked his clothes back in his trunk.
“Hey kiddo, just came to wish you goodnight,” he said easily as he quickly got the boy tucked in under the covers.
“Really?” Harry asked eagerly, he had never had this done, well not that he could remember anyway.
“Yes really, Remus wanted to as well, but we weren't sure you would take too kindly to both of us, so he'll tuck you in tomorrow,” he told him easily.
“I don’t mind,” Harry said softly. And truly he didn’t, he had missed out, so naturally he craved things like this.
“Good to know,” Sirius said as he ruffled his hair. “Do you mind if I read you a story then?” He asked totally teasing the child as he knew Harry was going to be 14 next month and probably felt he was to big for a bedtime story.
Harry nodded frantically at that, just in case Sirius changed his mind. “I would love a story!” He blurted out as he gave his godfather a shy grin.
Sirius was surprised and a bit taken back at the reaction but he would get to the bottom of this, no doubt. But he knew tonight wasn't the time. Nodding he quickly summoned a story tale book from the shelf and opened it up and started reading, he had missed this.
Harry couldnt remember the last time he had felt so loved, and content in that bed as he was read too and the little boy was quickly asleep, even before Sirius finished the book.
Deeming his job a success Sirius, stood up and kissed the child's forehead before turning off the light and closing the door behind him. He nodded to himself, this parenting stuff was a no-brainer. He quickly went to have his own shower, he was going to be early, it had been a long day and he was more then ready to sleep. It was an hour later when all the human occupants of the manor was snoring quietly and sleeping peacefully in their beds.
About 4 hours later, was when Harry awoke, glancing over to look at the clock and groaning as he realized it was only 1:00am. If if it was still so late then what had woken him up? He rolled over on his stomach and groaned as he felt it, damn he had to pee. He sighed not wanting to move from where he was as his bed was so warm and toasty but knowing his body as he did he also knew that if he didn’t go he would never be able to get back to sleep with a full bladder.
Mumbling tiredly to himself the little boy got out of bed and stumbled towards the door, and opened it, looking out at the hall silently.
It was very dark in the hallway, and he had to wonder where the heck were the lights. He wasnt afraid of the dark, but it was just creepy how dark it was out there? Why didn’t his godfather leave any lights on? Was that his way of saying that Harry wasnt allowed to get up in the middle of the night and leave the room? He crossed his legs as he thought about that and quickly shut the door, wondering if the man had put a charm or something on his room to alert him. He had remembered back at Ron's house how his mate had told him that his mom had charms in place to alert her when someone was up when they shouldn't be.
Did this qualify as that? He just wanted to use the bathroom and be done with it? He still wanted to sleep, his bed looked so inviting. He chewed his bottom lip quietly, wondering if it was too late to call a house elf. He shook his head, figuring they would not appreciate being woken up at this hour, who would?
“What do I do, what do I do?” He murmured to himself as he started to pace the length of his room, he had to go quite urgently and he wasnt sure what he was supposed to do.
Sirius still hadn’t gone over the rules with him, and he was afraid to ask what those might be. It wasnt that he thought that Sirius would be like his relations he didn’t, he just didn’t know what kind of rules the man had in mind for him.
Like Sirius never said that he could leave his room in the middle of the night, and as it was only their 2nd day there he didn’t want to ruin and mess up whatever it was they had going. He grimaced as he made his way back to the door. He knew if he stayed in his room, the inevitable would happen and he so didn’t what to explain that in the morning.
Swallowing thickly and nodding to himself, he eased himself out of his room and quietly headed into the dark hallway.
He kept his hand on the wall to guide him, hesitating at the bathroom before his eyes flicked over to Sirius's and then Remus's room. Was he supposed to ask permission first? He knew he should never assume to be able to do something, that is how one got punished especially in his Uncle's eyes. He shifted his weight back and forth as he stood in front of the bathroom and did a small jig, his eyes only on the toilet.
He had go so bad, but he was afraid of the consequences of what would happen if he did. He whined out as a sudden wave came over him and he was forced to grab himself. He squeezed his eyes shut, willing his body to hold on, when he felt someone slightly bump him. He opened his eye slowly, to find his sleepy looking former professor standing next to him.
“What are you doing Harry?” Remus asked tiredly as he looked at the youth in question.
“N-nothing,” he replied quickly.
“Okay, well what are you doing up then? It's not even close to being morning,” Remus told him before he yawned. He just wanted to get back to sleep, but Harry's whimpers and noises had woken him up. He had always been a light sleeper, and with his enhanced senses that only made it worse.
“I needed to pee,” Harry rushed out anxiously.
Remus quirked a sleepy eyebrow at the tone and focused a bit more on the child. “Needed too? Or still do?” He asked before he sighed. “It's too late for these games Harry, please go and pee and go back to bed,” he told him sleepily.
“I can pee?” Harry asked hopefully, already inching his way into the bathroom, not wanting the man to change his mind.
“Yes you can,” Remus said, his sleepy brain not understanding. “Why would you think that you couldnt?”
“It's not allowed at home with the Durselys,” he replied quickly as he pushed his bottoms down slightly and let loose a torrent of his held in water into the toilet with a sigh of relief.
Remus's brain was clouded with sleep, but he caught that bit. But now was clearly not the time for this talk. Pushing it away until the morning he nodded. “Well not here, you can use the bathroom whenever you want or need too,” he murmured. “Go to bed when you get done here,” he said.
“Kay,” Harry replied as he tried not to fall asleep where he was peeing. “G'night Moony,”
“Night Harry,” he told him softly as he made his way to his room and fell back on the bed.
Harry finished up in the bathroom and flushed before he too tiredly made his way to his room. He grinned to himself before he got cocooned back under the covers, determined to sleep in the next morning. |
Hey, it's been a while and I apologize for that. I was more focused on my rps these passed few months, but unfortunately they're dissipating and the ones left are not consistent anymore so I need another outlet or I'll go stir crazy. I have a thing for Deaging Fics, so I thought I would try my hand at one. So here it is, enjoy.
Chapter 5
Harry woke up the next more in a good mood. For one he wasn't at the Durselys this summer and for two he had the best night of sleep he had ever remembered. It was his first official day at the house and he couldn't wait to reconnect with his parents. After he had showered he made his way back to his room to get dressed, frowning at the state of his clothes.
He only had 2 sets of decent clothes, one set was courtesy of Ron and he had worn that yesterday, the other set was what he had managed to find in the lost and found this past year at school. Although how someone lost a pair of pants was beyond him, he was grateful for it. He dressed, grimacing at the rags at the bottom of his trunk, wondering if they would get a chance to visit Diagon Alley soon.
He needed clothes asap, the last thing he wanted was his godfather to see them, can you say embarrassing. Deeming his attire appropriate he pulled on his shoes before heading downstairs. He wasn't expecting breakfast to be on the table given the time, it was only just turning 7, but he should have guessed it would be given that he had met one of his house elves yesterday. As it was the table was loaded with the amount of food he was used to seeing at Hogwarts and he grinned before he eagerly took a seat.
He frowned as he realized something else, his godfather and Professor were no where to be found. Were they still sleeping in their rooms? Was he allowed to eat even if they weren't here? He wasn't sure of the rules of this house just yet and he didn’t want to do something stupid and mess up before they got a chance to do anything. He licked his lips unconsciously as he sat there, his stomach growling in response as he refused to grab anything. He had to jerk back his hands a few times, annoyed with himself when he caught himself reaching for a piece of bacon.
It would be beyond rude to just eat when his guardians weren't here. Not to mention that was forbidden, he had learned that from staying with his relatives. Harry swallowed thickly before he forced himself to scoot back from the table and stand up. He knew it was easier to resist temptation when it was staring you smack dab in the face. As he made to move away from the table he froze when he noticed his Professor standing in the doorway with an unreadable expression on his face. Harry's eye's widened, his face taking on a deer caught in the headlights look.
Remus for his part was floored, he had woken up earlier when the boy did. His senses always made sure of that. He had initially followed the child to the kitchen as he figured he could at least keep him company since Sirius was still asleep. Which worked perfectly because Sirius needed as much rest as he could get it. He had been horrified and confused when he saw the boy sitting at the table but visibly refraining himself from eating. What had he been waiting for? And now he looked like he had been up to no good, but Remus knew that wasn't the case, what was going on?
“Oh...um G-good morning Professor,” Harry stammered out, his heart thumping wildly in his chest. Had Remus seen him almost touch the food, was he going to be in trouble with the man?
Remus sighed as he shook his head, and walked further into the kitchen. “It's just Remus cub remember, ” he told him gently.
Harry shook his head in denial, he had no idea what the man was trying to pull but he knew that wasn't correct. He vaguely remembered his Uncle pulling this trick on him and once he had called him by his first name(against his own judgment mind you) He had been thrashed severely. His Uncle made sure to beat into him, respect for his superiors, and elders. And he tried to keep true to that, well Snape didn't count, the bastard.
“Yes Harry, just call me Remus. I'm not your Professor anymore,” he said kindly.
“No sir, I cannot do that,” Harry said quickly.
“And why not?” Remus asked frowning slightly.
“Because..it's not right,” he stressed out, unconsciously wringing his hands anxiously.
“Okay, well think of something because you're not going to be calling me Professor all summer,” Remus told him with a smile.
“If you say so Professor,” Harry replied softly.
Remus refrained from saying anything to that, as Harry seemed on edge as it was. “Why haven't you eaten?”
Harry froze, having not been expecting that question. “Because...no one was here,” he stated carefully.
“That's fine actually, for breakfast that's okay. We're all going to wake up at different times. If the food is on the table in the morning and we're not here, there is no need to starve yourself. You may start without us,” Remus informed him.
“Okay, thanks,” Harry said happily as he retook his seat, at least he knew this rule.
Remus stayed silent, he was getting more bad vibes about the situation and he longed to talk to Sirius about it. But something was definitely not sitting right with him about Harry and he would no doubt get to the bottom of it.
Breakfast passed by quickly, Sirius hadn't woken up to join them and Remus wasn't the least bit concerned. He needed his rest as he had told the child. As it was he and Harry went looking around the Manor as he was sure the child could find something to occupy his time when the adults had to do something. And he was right, when just off the kitchen was a Potion's lab, and Remus saw that Harry surprisingly looked eagered to try it out. As they went to checked out the place, Remus took in the obvious excitement on the boy's face and shook his head.
“Now Harry, I only have one rule about this lab. You can make potions and anything else you want as long as they aren't dangerous. However the rule is you cannot do any of that, if I or Sirius are not down here with you. So many things can go wrong with Potions, and we don’t want anything to happen to you,” Remus told him seriously.
Harry sighed loudly, the man really worried too much. “I'm almost 14 sir, I know how dangerous potions can get,” he told him trying not to get too annoyed with the over-protectiveness that came with guardians f. This was all new and a tad annoying if he was being honest.
“Exactly, your still a child and potions is a very dangerous subject. I will not budge on this subject Harry and if I find in anyway that you disobeyed me, you will be punished,” he promised him.
“Yes sir,” Harry grumbled out as he went to check out the ingredients cabinet to see what was in store. He wasn't stupid and wasn't at all eagered to learn just what his punishment would be.
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A couple of days went by and soon found Harry ignoring Remus’s warnings about being in the potion’s lab alone as he headed to it. He wasn’t worried about the man catching him as it was the about 2 days until the full moon and Remus was still in bed sleeping. Harry felt a bit guilty about taking advantage of the man’s weakness but it was fair. They were staying in his house and he wasn’t allowed in the potion’s lab without an adult.
He was almost 14 years old, he didn’t need a babysitter. What he wanted to do was prove that this upcoming year to Snape that he wasn’t a dunderhead. He had seen the man around a cauldron and he was brilliant and Harry couldn’t help thinking that he might want to do that.
It would be easier to succeed in potions if said greasy git wouldn’t be breathing down his neck just waiting for Harry to fail. How in the heck was he supposed to learn with that type of pressure over him? The man made it impossible for him to even grasp anything but the basics of potion making. He had grabbed a potion’s book he found in the library and walked in the lab and closing the door behind him. He knew the house elves wouldn’t rat on him unless he was in danger and as he didn’t plan to do anything dangerous his secret would indeed be safe.
Harry took a seat on a stool and looked through the book for a potion that seemed interesting. He found himself getting enthralled with a shrinking potion, already imagining the things he could get into if he was small. It was a 5th year potion but as he was going into his 4th year he didn’t think it mattered all that much. All that mattered was following the directions and he was sure he wouldn’t muck that up.
Making sure the page was marked he headed to grab the cauldron and the ingredients to make the potion. He would show Remus that he wasn’t a baby and that he could do this. Harry took a breath before he started working on the potion; working more diligently then he had ever done before.
As he made sure to slice the ingredients the correct way, he didn’t realize that he had to constantly stir the potion. There was a spell to enchant the rod to make it so but it wasn’t taught until this upcoming year. It was of no consequence that when he got near the final step it was a deep burgundy red instead of the lavender purple it should have been.
Harry sighed in agitation trying to see where exactly he went wrong. As he moved to dump the cauldron out, he tripped on one of his unlaced shoes and down he went onto the stone floor. He landed with a hard thud, with the cauldron splashing its contents on him. As it was still fairly warm, he found himself unconsciously screaming as the potion burnt into his skin, before his eyes clouded over with darkness and he knew no more.
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Sirius bolted up out of bed as he heard the ear piercing shriek echo around the manor; who he recognized to be Harry. Grabbing his wand from under his pillow he ran out of his room intending on heading to Harry’s room with he was stopped by a house elf.
“Little Master is not in his room,” Winkle said wringing his hands in agitation.
“Well where is he? Is he hurt?” Sirius as panic welled into his chest.
“He’s in the potion’s lab, he tripped and the cauldron he was carrying fell on him. Miffy is with him now, but something is wrong with young master,” Winkle replied in a rush.
“Fuck, take me to him,” Sirius demanded as he held out his hand, his heart beating frantically in his chest. Merlin he hoped his godson was okay.
“Right away Master Black,” Winkle replied before grabbing the man’s hand and disappearing with a pop.
Sirius found himself blinking rapidly trying to adjust to the barely lit lab, his eyes on the boy who was lying on a bed that probably wasn’t there in the first place. He could see Miffy healing the burn wounds on him, but he was sure something else was wrong. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but he could swear that Harry had shrunk. The boy was already small to begin with but now he didn’t even look like he could pass for 11. Was he seeing correctly?
“How is he?” Sirius asked rushing over to the bed.
“Young master is alright, Miffy is helping him,” Miffy replied as she rubbed burn salve on the child's body.
“What was he making?” Sirius asked as he gently ran his hand through Harry’s hair.
He was so angry with his godson and he was definitely getting in trouble for this but at the moment he just wanted him to wake up so he could hug him before yelling him for being so irresponsible. He stilled as he realized he sounded like a parent, but he welcomed it and didn’t try to push it away. The little boy had long ago wormed his way into Sirius’s heart and he wasn’t letting the little bugger go without a fight.
“A shrinking solution, but he went wrong somewhere,” Winkle replied as he pointed at the still open book, not to mention the unused ingredients still on the table.
“He didn’t swallow anything did he?” Sirius asked with dread in his stomach.
“No he did not,” Miffy replied before stilling. “You don’t need to drink the potion for it to work,” she said as her wide eyes caught the child on the bed shrinking before her very eyes.
“What’s happening to him? Harry?!?!” Sirius yelled as his godson shrunk from the small 13 year old child he was to that of a small child, who looked in his opinion to be about 3 or 4 but he couldn't be sure.
He couldn’t think of anything, as he was sure his godson was shrinking out of existence and he felt so powerless to stop it. He wasn’t sure what happened, but the next thing he knew his body was swaying as he blacked out a few seconds later.
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When Harry woke up, he wasn’t exactly sure of where he was, only that it was early morning as the sun was peeking through the window to the right of him. He was in the biggest bed he had ever been in, with a man with black hair he could vaguely remember seeing once before, laying down next to him. The man seemed to be sleeping, so he didn’t want to wake him. He turned his head to see another man sitting in a chair by the bed.
This man had brown hair wa slumped down in his arm chair and Harry mused that had never seen someone look so tired while they slept. He didn’t know where his relatives were and didn’t really care. The last thing he remembered was his Uncle promising to punish him after he turned his teacher’s hair blue. He still wasn’t sure how he managed to do that, and why they blamed him.
At the moment, he was only focused on one thing and that was the pressure in his small tummy.
He grimaced as he looked around, he didn’t know where the bathroom was in this house, nor if the people who lived here would let him use it. He knew he couldn’t hold it very long especially after waking up after a nap and whined a little bit trying to get the black haired man’s attention who was lying next to him.
“Siw, pwease wake up,” Harry whined as his hand snaked down underneath the cover to hold himself.
He frowned as he reached over to shake the man, hoping he wouldn’t regret this. He would never do this to his Aunt or Uncle, but Harry felt rather safe at the moment; though he couldn’t figure out why.
Sirius twitched but he didn’t wake, as Harry shook him. He didn’t know it but his godfather had been slipped a calming draught laced with a sleeping potion as when Remus had found him he had been hysterical. He would wake up; it would just take a little bit more then gentle prodding to do it.
Remus for his part was jilted out of his doze to find himself looking at wide, fearful green eyes staring back at him.
“Hello Harry,” Remus said kindly so as not to startle the poor child, still unable to believe what he was seeing.
“How do you know my name?” Harry whispered frightened as he pushed himself back against the headboard fearfully.
“I was friends with your parents,” Remus explained kindly.
“Weally?” Harry asked in disbelief, the fear in his eyes were quickly replaced by curiosity.
“Yes really,” Remus confirmed with a soft smile.
Harry was about to ask what his mum was like when he suddenly had to bend at the waist as he remembered just what he was doing. He didn’t have time to sit here and talk, not unless he wanted to end up wet in a few minutes.
“Harry are you alright cub?” Remus asked sitting up instantly, thinking the potion had another side effect, even worse then the de-aging.
“I hafta go potty,” Harry exclaimed desperately as his eyes flashed back up to the man.
“You have to what?” Remus asked in confusion, trying to decipher what the hell the child had just said.
“Potty, I hafta go potty now,” Harry repeated as he squirmed on the bed.
“What do you mean?” Remus asked, not at all familiar with the term Harry was using.
It wasn’t really a surprise as his only friends had been murdered and thrown in jail. His known state as a werewolf, made everyone either shun or fear him. He hadn’t had the chance to be around young children and though they would be looking for an antidote for this mishap he would enjoy it while it lasted.
Harry stared at the man in shock, who didn’t know what potty was! Everyone had to go potty sometimes. He whimpered as he tried to pull the covers back, but he was tucked in.
“What is it cub? How can I help?” Remus asked standing up looking at the child in concern.
“I hafta go potty wight now!” Harry all but yelled, effectively waking up Sirius who was next to him.
“Merlin, why are you yelling so close to my ear? Moony would you shut the kid up and take him already,” Sirius said grumpily as he placed the pillow over his head.
“Padfoot that’s Harry. And I don’t know where exactly to take him,” Remus said frowning as he looked at his friend. “What’s wrong with him?” He asked getting worried now.
Sirius rolled his eyes, though the effect was ruined by the fact that he had a pillow smashed in his face. “Moony; are kidding me?” Sirius asked dryly.
“About not knowing what potty means? How could I? I’m an only child, and I have no experience with children younger then 11,” Remus said frowning, as he took in the distressed look on Harry’s face.
“I’m gonna potty on mysewf,” Harry announced before bursting into tears.
“Remus take him to the toilet,” Sirius said ripping the pillow off his face as he stared at his godson. He was quickly making sure he wasn’t hurt, and thankfully he wasn’t but Sirius wasn’t blind to see that Harry was in a right state.
“So potty means the toilet?” Remus said reached down and hurriedly picked up the still dry child.
“Basically, or in this case I'm pretty sure it means wee,” Sirius said glad to note the bed was still dry.
Remus nodded before turning and making a beeline for the bathroom, making it there in record time. He set Harry on the floor, unsure if the child needed help or not. He watched him all but yank off his bottoms before trying to get onto the toilet. Remus frowned as it was just too tall for the de-aged Harry to do so.
“Let me help you…” Remus started before he stopped as the strong smell of urine suddenly penetrated his sensitive nose. He quickly pinched his nose shut to look at the small child accidentally peeing on the floor.
“I’m sowwy, I was howding it fowevew and I couldn’t anymowe,” Harry wailed as he had an accident all over the bathroom floor. He couldn’t believe how close he was to the toilet and yet here he was peeing all over the floor.
Harry was horrified, he hadn’t had an accident since he was four. He was a big boy now, and he had messed up the man's clean bathroom. He only hoped that the man wouldnt be too angry with him. He flinched slightly as he looked up and saw the man holding his nose, and he sniffled sadly. It was going to be just like with his relatives then huh?
“That's quite alright Harry, accidents happen,” Remus said calmly as he took a small breath and removed his fingers from his nose. He could see the way the boy was looking at him and he didn’t want Harry to think that he was disgusted with him. He was sure at this age that Harry didn't know about his affliction.
“I'll cwean it up, I pwomise,” he said hurriedly hoping to save himself from punishment.
“There's no need, I'll do it,” he said easily as he pulled out his wand and gave it a wave. The mess in the bathroom was soon cleaned up and Harry's clothes were once again fixed. He noted the child in question had yet to say anything in regards to that and when he turned to face him, he himself froze. Harry looked afraid, and he didn’t know why.
“You'we a fweak too,” the little boy whispered out fearfully. He didn’t know if this was a good thing or a bad thing.
“A freak? I'm not a freak Harry, and neither are you,” Remus said sternly.
“But you awe, you did a fweaky thing!” Harry said his eyes wide, he know what he saw.
“Oh Merlin, the Durselys were wrong, whatever they said. What I did was magic and that is not a freaky thing,” Remus said firmly, trying to keep his anger in check. He had known something was off with Harry regarding his relatives these past few days, but the boy had brushed it off.
“Magic isnt weal!” Harry shrieked out before he tore out the bathroom, intent on hiding. He was going to be in so much trouble when his Uncle Vernon found out about it this.
Remus for his part was floored and it took him a minute for his brain to catch up with everything that just happened and by then Harry was gone. The manor was huge and he knew that the child could be anywhere. Sighing he quickly hurried back into the bedroom where he had left Sirius to find the man, stretching.
“Where's Harry?” Sirius asked as he slipped on his house shoes.
“I'm not sure, I said something about magic and he flipped out, and ran away,” Remus said quietly, feeling wretched as it was.
“Damn it, Hagrid had said something about his ignorant relatives telling him nothing of magic,” Sirius said frowning as he pulled out his wand.
“That's going to scare him then, you should put it away,” Remus told him softly.
“I need to preform a point me spell. And anyway Moony, he's got to get used to magic. He can't be afraid of who he is,” Sirius pointed out before quickly hurrying out the room.
Remus nodded and shook his head, allowing Sirius to handle this. He had other things they needed to have taken care of. He headed down to the potion's lab, he hadn't had a chance to do it earlier as he needed to take care of Harry and Sirius but now was just a good as time as any. Quickly scavenging what little potion he could into a vial, he closed it and placed and unbreakable charm on it, before hurrying back out.
He needed to know if Harry had been brewing correctly and how long the effects this potion might have on him. And as much as he hated to go to the man he was discreet and they needed that, in the case of the boy-who-lived. Quickly writing a note informing his friend where he was going, he flooed to Headmaster's office in Hogwarts intent on getting to Severus. He was sure anyway that Sirius would be able to handle Harry.
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It didn’t take long for Sirius to find Harry, he had taken refuge in a closet in a random room. After reassuring the boy that he wasn't in trouble and not about to punished the little boy finally crawled out from his hiding spot. Sirius knew they needed to talk, to see how old the boy was and see if he could figure out all of this. Something wasn't settling in right with him, in regards to Harry's behavior and he didn’t like it.
“So Harry, how old are you?” Sirius asked conversationally.
“I'm fwive,” Harry said proudly.
“Oh wow, your a big boy then,” he replied with a bright grin trying to put the child at ease.
“Yeah I am, I go to school too,” Harry told him happily.
“That's good, listen Harry I need to talk to you about something. Now don't run away as I'm not going to hurt you and there is no wrong answer to this question. Why do you think magic isn't real?” Sirius asked carefully.
“Because Aunt and Uncle always say its not weal,” Harry replied easily.
“What if I told you that they were wrong and magic is real?” Sirius pressed.
“I don’t know, is it because of dat fweaky thing that Wemus did wiff his stick?” Harry asked softly.
“Yes, but what Remus did was magic. It wasn't a freaky thing, as he isn't a freak. And neither are you for that matter,” he informed him.
Harry gave him a skeptical look, looking at the man almost blankly. He was sure this was some kind of trick. Growing up with the Durselys, meant that imaginative stuff meant a beating if he ever talked about it. “How do you know for suwe?” He asked softly.
“Because you're parents Lily and James were my best friends, and you are their son. You are not a freak, none of us are,” Sirius said firmly.
“You we're fwiends wiff my pawents too?” Harry gasped out in disbelief.
“Yep, James was my best friend. And I'm your godfather too,” Sirius said proudly.
Harry stared opened mouth at the man, unsure of what godfather was but feeling strangely elated nonetheless. “What does dat mean?” He asked eagerly, feeling at ease.
“That you get to live with me from now on,you never need to go back to your relatives,” Sirius promised.
“Coow!” Harry cheered out before he covered his mouth with his hands worriedly. “Sowwy!”
Sirius only laughed. “It's fine kiddo. I'm never going to get mad at your for being overexcited,” he said easily.
Harry couldn't believe it, he hoped this all wasn't a dream. Because if it was he never wanted to wake up.
“Remus went to go take care of something so it's just you and me right now. Now I'm hungry and I can bet you are too,” Sirius said conversationally.
Harry bit his lip worriedly as he gave a small nod, unsure of himself again.
“Good, let's go eat. One of your house elves have probably gotten breakfast already ready for us,” Sirius said cheerfully.
“Elves awe weal too?” Harry asked with a gobsmacked expression.
“They are, and they're very nice,” Sirius told him easily.
Harry nodded slowly, trying to take it all in. He held the man's hand tightly as they headed into the kitchen. He didn't see
anyone once they got there, just a lot of food on the table and his eyes bugged out. How many people were eating?
“They always go overboard, at least you know here you will never starve,” Sirius said watching the boy's face carefully.
Harry's eyes took on a surprised look. How had Sirius known about that? He didn't reply to to is, simply bounced in his seat as he let his godfather set him in his chair. He sat on his knees watching hungrily as food was loaded onto his plate. “Fanks!”
“You're welcome, now dig in kiddo,” Sirius said as he served himself and sat down to eat.
Harry did just that, wishing with all his heart that this wasn't a dream. He ate heartily as he chatted with the man, knowing he could definitely get used to this. |
Chapter One
The sun was blazing with unbearable heat as I jogged on the track with my friend Lillian. Well, she wasn’t exactly my friend…to be honest she was all I had left since my best friend moved to Florida and the whole school saw me as a nerdy, sheltered dweeb. I fucking hated that school, and though I told myself that time spent with Lillian made things better, it actually did quite the opposite.
“Come on, Amber! Almost there!” Lillian turned her head and she saw me trailing behind, gasping for air and a drink of water. “The last lap is almost over, let’s go!”
The demanding woman turned her view forward again and finished the lap. She took every wide step with confidence, and I found myself watching her blonde ponytail drift side to side until she slowed down to a stop and worked to catch her breath.
There I was; out of shape, chubby, worn out, and struggling with the fiber of my being to run the last few yards. I was clenching the air with my fists as I ran, appearing as if I was pulling myself on an imaginary rope. My speed was below average but I finally managed to finish the lap. I sat on the ground, nearly collapsed, and breathed violently out of pure exhaustion.
“It’s about time you finished.” Said Lillian, handing me a water bottle. Her face was stern and deprived of any sympathy for my weakness. “You’ve improved a bit but I know you could do better.”
“Thank you…Lillian…” I mumbled, discretely annoyed at Lillian’s heartless criticism. “…for agreeing to do this work out with me…to help me lose weight…” I tucked my thin brown hair behind my ear and tilted my head back to drink some water. It felt like liquid heaven entering into my system. I finished off that bottle in a minute’s time, wishing for more.
“No problem. You’re the one who created this work out plan, so if anyone should be slacking off near the end, it shouldn’t be you.” Lillian took another sip of her bottle and set it down next to her feet, on the brown, gravely track of Greenwood High School. Emerald green gleamed her determined eyes as she began to do simple stretches of her arms and legs.
Under my breath I reluctantly apologized. “I’m…sorry…” While she was busy stretching, I decided to sneak the water bottle from next to her and chug it, for I didn’t want to bother her with any more words.
“While you’re at it, Amber, don’t drink so much water at once. It will make you throw up, and though that would help you lose weight, it wouldn’t be in the healthiest way.” Appearing irritated, Lillian walked off to get her bag which she had left elsewhere on the track, not too far from their current spot.
“That’s mean…” My feelings were crushed beneath the harshness of her words.
“It’s common sense.” Is all that Lillian said in response. I wanted to scream, but I knew that would only cause more problems, so I remained seated and silent.
Lillian always had this dire need to control people and to speak her mind without using a filter. This was a couple of years ago, back when I was extremely shy and easily manipulated, so at the time, I considered Lillian as a friend. I convinced myself that her brutal honesty was helping me become a better person, so I figured it would be best to not speak against it. Lillian was a psychic vampire, I know it…she would feed off of other people’s energies to get what she wanted, she would force people to do things her way…what a bitch! Though she and I have both changed in positive ways over the past 2 years, it still angers me to remember all the times I let Lillian use me like a fucking doormat. Without her toying with me though…I would have felt completely alone.
Finally, I stood up. Lillian had retrieved her bag and was heading to the school gym like we did every week after jogging on the track. She didn’t even tell me. She knew I would follow.
I lazily left our plastic water bottles behind and started walking faster to catch up. While she was almost to the gym doors, I was only rushing on the long field of grass that lie before the school campus, and from a distance, Lillian was the size of a bug I could catch with my hand. If only I had gotten off of my fat ass sooner! As I continued to walk I could feel the fatness of my belly jiggle with every step, and with that I began to feel insecure about my body image. Right then and there I wanted to throw up to lose a few pounds, like Lillian had mentioned. Maybe she would be nicer to me, then.
“Hurry up, Amber!” The big-busted blonde shouted; her hand on the gym door. I was making progress; I could see Lillian a lot better now and it wouldn’t be much longer before I’d arrive to her destination. I kept that in mind as I turned my power walk into a light jog.
Suddenly though, I had to stop. It took me until after jogging the mile to notice how long it had been since I used the toilet, which was approximately the 2nd half of that school day, plus my workout with Lillian. My bladder sent an uncomfortable urge through my lower abdomen, causing me to stop for a moment with my legs clamped tight. Now that I think about it, I know I drank too much that day. I even had a can of soda at lunch! I instantly regretted not taking a bathroom break at school!
I sucked it up and started to jog again, successfully ignoring the tight feeling of my bladder as I crossed the street and caught up to Lillian at the door.
“You are so slow…” She muttered, opening the door and heading inside. “We haven’t even done much yet. 40 sit ups and some dumbbell work and you’ll be done for this week.”
I fought against my anger and silenced my revengeful thoughts toward Lillian. We entered the workout room of the school, where there were many machines and dumbbells and medicine balls and punching bags. While Lillian had experience with all of the types of machines in that room, I had only worked with a few in the past.
“Ok, Amber. Since you’re still recovering from our light workout, I’ll do the sit ups first. Keep count please.” I nodded and watched Lillian sit on the ground and lean back, with her pale kneecaps in the air. I began to think to myself about the dumbbell work, and how I had never written that in the exercise plan…
“Well, what are you waiting for?” She asked as I still stood. “Sit down and hold my feet! At least you get to sit for Christ sake!”
I clenched my teeth in rage and sat down to press my palms onto her white tennis shoes. To hide my upset desire to backlash at her cold remarks, I tilted my head down and let my short hair fall upon my face.
“Whenever you’re ready, Lillian…” I muttered. And at that, she started her sit ups.
“One…two…three…” I counted. In sacrifice of my anger, I glanced at Lillian for a little bit while she was exercising. I remember how vividly beautiful she was that day. Her eyes were closes, making her long eyelashes more noticeable…her skin was a fine and pale complexion…her brows were perfectly arched. And I couldn’t help but notice how her large breasts bounced beneath her white tee shirt after each sit up. I couldn’t deny it: I was deeply attracted to her. If it wasn’t for her power-hungry, selfish personality, I would have told her.
“28, 29, 30, 31…”
The pressure of my bladder distracted me from my dreamy thoughts. I flinched, keeping both hands on Lillian’s shoes, and I felt my bladder threatening to leak out from my capri-length sweatpants and onto the hard, thin carpeted floor. As I continued to count, I quickly positioned myself to where one of my heels pressed tightly against my vagina. It served as a good holding agent.
“38, 39, 40. Ok Lil, you’re done.” I let go of her feet and she smiled in accomplishment of her work.
“Alright then. Your turn.” She spoke those words softly, eyeing me as if she believed I would attempt to bail out of my own exercise plan.
I forced myself to forget about my need to use the bathroom and lay down on the ground, just like Lillian did before. I felt her firmly holding down my feet so I wouldn’t have a chance at escape. In every aspect of my life back then, I felt trapped…unable to escape from people’s manipulation and control. I choked back a tear and squeezed my eyes in pure desperation.
This will only take a minute. I thought to myself. Once I’m done, I’ll make a run for it.
“Ready…” Lillian spoke. I crossed my arms over my chest and waited to begin. “GO!”
I made haste in my workout, ignoring the pain of doing sit ups and focusing on holding in my urine. “5, 6, 7, 8…” Lillian was counting, making me more desperate to release all that was inside of me. The image of the number 40 was in my head, and I did my best to keep it there to stay focused on my goal and to not allow my thoughts to linger on my full bladder.
By the time I got to 15, I had to stop for a moment. I remained plopped on my back, gasping for more air, desiring the ability to finish the workout so I could go pee.
“Keep going, Amber!” Demanded Lillian. “You’re almost half way there, keep going!”
At that point my knees started shaking all over the place, and I knew my bladder would give way if I didn’t move my body. I had to keep going, or else…
“OK!” For once I yelled at Lillian, and my strength to do sit ups returned throughout the flame of my irritation. She suddenly got silent. I had never yelled at her before.
“24, 25, 26…” I struggled to keep my knees still as I pressed on, and I could see the image of the number 40 being replaced with a toilet. Almost there. Almost there. I kept thinking.
“Why are you moving your fucking knees?!” She exclaimed. Lillian suddenly placed her knees on my shoes and held my legs together with both hands. “You’re at 30 now, you can do it! 31, 32, 33…”
With nothing else being used to hold in my pee, my desperation spiked to a whole new level. I couldn’t stand the pain pulsing in my lower abdomen anymore. I managed to squeeze in a few more sit ups, but at 37 I could no longer last without a holding aide.
My back fell upon the floor again and I squirmed and struggled against the floodgate preparing to open. I removed my crossed arms from my chest and held my crotch firmly with both hands. Somehow I broke from Lillian’s strong grip on my knees, and I crossed one leg over the other. I hoped it would help me gain control so I could stand up and run to the bathroom. Lillian just sat there, looking confused and shocked at my ability to break from her strong hold. “Um…Amber?”
I squirmed against my hands so hard, but nothing I did was helping my bad situation. Gasps of embarrassment escaped from my mouth, for I felt myself leaking and all of my attempts to hold it had failed miserably. Tears were in my eyes as I was defeated by the call of nature.
A loud, hissing sound filled the room, and my panties were already flooded. Lillian blushed and continued to sit there, not knowing what to do or say in the midst of my accident. I fell on my side, still holding myself with my legs crossed, and the floodgates opened completely…despite my position. Lillian got a view of my backside with all of the pee dribbling out from my pussy, down my back thigh, and onto the floor. A puddle formed beneath me and I was crying in humiliation. It was horrible. And she still didn’t do anything.
When the hissing had stopped and my bladder completely emptied itself, I moved not even a muscle. I felt like I could have died right there, ashamed, in my own fucking puddle.
“Amber…” Lillian neared me, placing a hand on my shoulder. “Are you ok?”
I was shaking. Furious. Angry. It was the last fucking straw.
“DO YOU THINK I’M OK, LIL?!” I yelled, standing up swiftly. A big wet spot was apparent on my crotch as well as down my legs, but I didn’t care.
“This is the kind of shit that happens when you control people like puppets! I am sick of your shit, I don’t deserve your insults or your bossiness, and I don’t want to be your fucking friend anymore!” I thrust my head down immediately and cried, falling on my knees in exhaustion and hitting the warm wet ground with my fist.
I kept crying for a few more minutes, and that’s when she finally said something.
“Amber…you’re right.”
I looked up at her, speechless, wanting her to continue. She spoke no more, but I could see a hint of sadness in her eyes. I couldn’t see past my blurred vision clearly enough to know whether or not she was crying.
“Just go, Lillian! JUST GO!” I continued to cry both in embarrassment and in anger. The last thing I wanted was for anyone to see me sitting in my own puddle of pee. She angered me for the last time.
I watched her as she walked over to her bag, picked it up, and tossed me a pair of sweatpants from inside of it. She avoided eye contact and said, “You deserve better. I’m sorry.” With her head sunken down low, Lillian left me alone in the workout room, crying, humiliated, and frustrated at my life. There was a pounding in my head. I developed a headache from all of the stress, and I just had to go home before anyone would see the puddle I left in the room.
Quickly, I took off my soaked pants and darkened blue panties, and changed into the pants that Lillian had shockingly lent to me. I wondered why she suddenly felt sympathy for my situation and apologized…it was nice of her, but I just didn’t get it.
Tears continued to sting my eyes as I tossed the soaked clothes in the trash and went outside to walk home. I knew Lillian’s twisted, torturous tendencies…and I wanted to cry even more at the thought of her telling the whole school about my embarrassing accident. I didn’t care if Lillian said sorry. I didn’t trust that bitch at all! My life would be worse the next day at school as soon as everyone would know about my childish episode.
I wanted to hide away in my room and disappear forever… |
Princess Peach glided through the halls of the castle. Many Toads glanced at her as she walked past. *Authors note: If you didn't know already, Toads are mushroom people. Look it up.* They didn't really know why she was doing this. Peach usually walked slowly and daintily, not quickly. The truth was that she needed to use a restroom. She had spent most of the day in the throne room, discussing the Mushroom Kingdom's defence against Bowser's army, that she hadn't had a chance to go to the toilet. The closest toilet was in her bedroom, but that was in one of the towers, so she would have to travel up many flights of stairs.
Finally she reached her bedroom. She was very tired after climbing the stairs up the tower, but at least she had got to the top. Peach lifted up her dress and was about to pull down her pink panties when a sudden rumble shook the castle. A cannon ball destroyed the wall of Peach's bedroom. She realised that the desperation to escape was more than the desperation to pee. She ran out of the bathroom door, only to be greeted by Bowser's Doom Ship.
"This time, you shall be mine!" Bowser said with excitement.
"No," said an Italian voice.
It was Mario.
"Get her!"
Paratroopers flew into the room. Peach tries to run, but the Paratroopers caught her first. Mario was about to fight them, when some more Paratroopers flew in and started attacking him.
"Mario!" Peach screamed, but it was too late. She was already halfway to the Doom Ship. Many Toads ran out and screamed. Some tried throwing stones at the Paratroopers, but with no success.
"Lock her up!" Bowser ordered to his minions. Before you could say 'mushroom', Peach was locked in a cell, with a Koopa guarding the door.
"You'll never get away with this. Mario will come, he always does!"
"He won't with the place we're taking you. I've upgraded my castle with so many booby traps, some of the guards have been killed by them."
Bowser then walked off, leaving Peach with not much hope.
"I know he'll be able to save me. He always does," Peach thought to herself. She was so wrapped up in this situation, she forgot about her bladder. She decided she would ask a guard if she could go to the toilet.
"Excuse me, but I need to use a restroom, can you guide me to one please?"
The guard sighed and said, "we have a strict rule, no prisoner may use the restroom. They could easily escape."
"But there's no where to go on here!"
"Rules are rules. You're staying right where you are for now."
Peach retreated further into her cell, realising she had lost. Her bladder was starting to ache a bit more now. She realised she would have to wait it out until she either got to the castle, they should have a toilet in her cell, or Mario saved her.
The Doom Ship landed right outside Bowser's castle. Peach was escorted out of her cell. She was going to ask to use the toilet but she decided against it.
Once she was out of the Doom Ship, she was greeted by a giant wall, with and even taller tower hovering above it.
Inside her cell, there was no bathroom, which made Peach gasp. She decided to ask the guard. Hopefully he would be a bit nicer.
"Excuse me, but I really have to use the loo, please can you escort me to the nearest one?"
"Haven't I already told you? We have a strict rule here!"
"Oh, sorry, I didn't realise you were the same guard as earlier."
"What? We don't all look the same do we!"
"Um," Peach didn't know what to say. They really did look the same after all.
"Look, if you really want to go, just squat in a corner of your cell and go there."
She was uncomfortable hearing this. She didn't want to squat. She was a princess, that wasn't what princess' do. And anyway, there were too many guards around.
Peach tried to get some sleep but she couldn't because of the growing pain in her bladder. She was really starting to get desperate. She crossed her legs, but this didn't help. She fired her hand into her crotch, trying to hold back her pee.
A spurt leaked into Peach's panties. The warm liquid tickled her legs. She held on even tighter, only for another spurt to come out and dribble down her legs and onto the floor. She really didn't think she would be able to hold on, but hope was granted to her when she heard someone yell, "Mario! He's here inside the castle!" The guard ran off, determined to stop Mario from rescuing his prisoner. Peach had forgotten about her bladder, but another spurt exited her urethra and soaked into her pink panties.
"No! I must wait for Mario to rescue me. I need to hold on, but there is so much to hold."
Peach could see Mario's battle with the Koopa's through a window. It was looking bad, until Mario hit a power-up block and a fire flower bounced out. Mario burned the Koopa's with flames, however a Lakitu dropped a spiked shell on him, taking away his power up. Mario hit another power-up block, and smiled as a power star jumped out. He grabbed it and then charged through the swarm of Koopa's, blasting all of them up, smashing through the ceiling and up into the sky. Peach was so amazed by Mario's perseverance, that she had yet again forgotten about her bladder. A much longer spurt leaked into her panties and down her leg. She jammed her hand into her crotch, praying to the Mushroom God that Mario would rescue her in time to be able to take her to the bathroom.
Mario charged through the castle hallways, fighting Goomba's and narrowly avoiding arrows being shot out of the walls. He darted through the arrow chamber, but when he stopped to catch hos breath, a large spiked pole dropped out of the ceiling. The pole missed him by a nanometre. Mario darted through the remaining hallways, only to be greeted by the guard who was previously outside Peach's cell. Mario was about to squish him when he pulled out a mini-cannon. It fired a Bullet Bill, but Mario jumped over it. He snatched the cannon off the guard and then fired it at him, blowing the Koopa away into a pit of lava. Mario jumped over the pit and ran across a bridge, only to be greeted by Bowser.
"How did you make it through the castle? I upgraded its defence significantly."
"My determination helped me."
"I'll stop you now."
Bowser started throwing hammers at Mario. Mario ducked underneath them and jumped over Bowser. Mario tore off the axe that was attached to the suit of armour on display and cut the chain off its hinges, plunging Bowser into the lava.
Mario ran to the guards office and took the keyring that had the key for every cell on it and labelled.
"Hurry up!" Peach thought to herself as she caressed her damp panties. She was still holding her pee, although some of it had escaped.
"Peach! It's-a-me, Mario!"
Peach's emotions were instantly lifted as she saw Mario's face. Mario fumbled with the keys, trying to find the right key for her cell. He was taking to long.
"Hurry up! I really need to pee! I can't hold it in for much longer!"
Another spurt dribbled into her panties, this one being the longest yet. Peach groaned as Mario searched the keys.
"Found it!" he finally said. Mario unlocked the door and let Peach out, only for another dribble to leak down Peach's leg. Mario noticed this (which made Peach's face turn bright red) and said, "you must really need to go. I saw a toilet on the way here. You should be able to make it."
"I don't think I can. There is too much to hold. I haven't been since I woke up this morning."
Mario took her hand and dashed through the corridor's. Peach jammed her remaining hand into her crotch.
"Aahh," she screamed as another dribble escaped her urethra and ran down her leg.
"Nearly there," Mario said.
"There is too much! No, I can't hold it anymore!"
Peach screamed as her floodgates opened and urine streamed into her panties and down her legs, creating a large puddle underneath her. She blushed as Mario stared at her soaked dress. Peach then dashed down the hallway crying and ran into the bathroom.
Inside the bathroom, Peach just sat on the toilet basin and peed a little bit more through her pink dress. Most of it stayed in her panties, but some of it went into the toilet. Peach continued to cry as she peed a bit more, making her pink panties soft, wet and warm.
After about 10 minutes of sitting on the basin (and peeing a bit more), Peach finally unlocked the door to her cubicle and looked at herself in the mirror. She could see a massive damp patch on her dress, and she dreaded to imagine what her panties looked like.
In disgust, she slipped her panties down her legs, pinching them with 2 fingers. They felt soggy and warm in her fingers. She slipped them off and stared at them. They dripped a bit. Just by looking at them, Peach released another spurt of urine, even though she felt no need to go. She put them in her side pocket, creating a damp spot by her pocket, but Peach didn't care. She walked straight out off the bathroom, wet and with no panties on.
Outside the castle, mario planted explosives around the castle and then detonated them.
"People are going to notice me. My dress is so wet, it can be seen a mile off."
"Don't worry," Mario replied, "they will dry off in the sun."
Peach smiled as both of them walked away from the remains of Bowser's castle. |
I apologize if some of you have come across this posting on other sites before, but it always seems to do well whenever I post it so I'll tack it up here and see how it goes. It's an older story I wrote, pure fantasy, and written in a state of mind not exactly conductive to writing good prose, so forgive me if the text is a bit awkward. I hope you like!
An Opportunity
She was standing outside my stall and groaning, unaware of how much I was secretly enjoying it. I sat on the toilet with my pants up and I wondered if she'd noticed yet that I wasn't doing anything, just stalling her relief. And I certainly didn't intend to come out anytime soon.
"Pleeease hurry up," she gasped. "I c-can't hold it much longer! Ohh..."
The bathroom of the bar here was very shabby, which was one of the reasons why I liked it. In the women's restrooms there were only two stalls, one of which was almost always out of order and locked shut, as it was today. I sat on the edge of the toilet seat in the one good stall. My hand was locked tight between my legs, for two reasons; one being that the woman's pleas were driving me crazy. The other being that I was also bursting, had been for a while, and it wasn't helping me control my hormones one bit.
It wasn't uncommon for accidents to happen at this place, especially for women. The toilets are always gross and seedy and no one really wants to use them if they can help it. I'd seen more than a few girls sneak out to the back alley for some privacy, and a couple who were too grossed out by the toilets and either too shy or too drunk to think of using the alley, and so ended up peeing right into their clothes.
Oh, how I loved this place!
I could see from the space underneath the stall door the girl had her legs crossed. She kept picking up her left food and moving it slowly up and down against her right leg. I could almost picture how her thighs moved together, fighting to keep her bladder from exploding into the cute little black skirt she was wearing and the light-blue panties I'd glimpsed earlier. Combined with my own complaining bladder, it was almost more than I could handle. A bit earlier that night when I was starting to feel the first little twinges, I closed my eyes, reached down and rubbed my swollen mound (not even caring who was watching) and trickled into my black jeans, at first only a little, then more and more, until the wetness started seeping out over my ass. I'd been incredibly turned on all night ever since doing it, and I was still damp from the incident.
I was squirming and fidgeting all over the place just then, at least as much as the girl I was delaying. I knew that, in a few minutes, it wouldn't matter if my pants were on or off or where I happened to be. I wouldn't be able to hold back, the orgasm or the contents of my bladder. I remembered watching the girl a few minutes earlier, how her knees rubbed together nervously under her table as she sat with her girlfriends. I remembered seeing her suddenly wince and slip her hand between her legs, straining for several seconds before she could go back to sitting normally. And from then on out I was subtly watching her all night, getting more and more aroused by her predicament. I figured it had to do with all she'd been drinking, but she squirmed and held herself in front of others without appearing to care. And soon she was squirming quite a lot, unable to hide how badly she had to pee. At one point she was sitting down at a table, her legs clasped tight together, and her hand kneading her pussy.
Her eyes were closed and her chest rose and fell with shallow breaths. Her skirt had been hitched up high on her thighs and this was when I caught a glimpse of her panties, but from where I was I couldn't tell if they were wet or not though I figured they had to be. She was well beyond the point when most women decided to use the toilet or the alleyway and if I didn't know better I would have thought she was aroused from the situation too, but this was more likely wishful thinking on my part.
Finally I decided to head to the bathroom for some secret mischief, being as wound up as I was. But hardly too minutes after I'd sat down on the toilet and started massaging my moist crotch she came hobbling in. I heard her gasp and swear and try both stalls, her heels clicking on the linoleum. Then she realized it was hopeless and stood outside my stall, and so it went.
"I, I, ohhh, ohh god," she moaned now. "I can't hold it anymore, please, please PLEASE come out, ohhh my god..."
By now each breath sounded almost like a gasp. I couldn't take my eyes of her feet, how she was standing. I imagined her standing out there waiting for me to come out, her hands between her legs, pressing and holding, her bladder clenching. And then I had an idea. It was a very wicked idea and, even though I wasn't religious, I said a quick prayer of forgiveness before executing it. I stood up, quietly gasping at the enormous pressure of my bladder, which felt about as large and full as a grapefruit. I unzipped my jeans, forced them and my yellowed panties down to my knees, and fell back on the toilet seat.
Ohhh wow. My stream hissed forcefully into the bowl, and I couldn't help but lean back and close my eyes and let out a little moan I was sure the girl outside could here. It kept going and going, so much it didn't seem like it would ever stop. As the pressure on my bladder ebbed away gradually, I heard the girl gasp and cry out sharply once more. "Oh no, oh no, oh god nonono," she groaned, her voice trailing off into a tiny whine. My eyes popped open just in time to see the first trickle run down her leg. The world seemed to slow down and come to a stop as I saw that tiny bit of shining wetness, followed immediately by another and another until her leg was covered in dripping pee. As my stream died down to a trickle, I saw and heard her's really start up. She was moaning again now, and I was shocked and even more aroused (if possible) to hear how she sounded, completely wrapped up in ecstasy.
The sound of her pee splashing onto the floor reverberated around the bathroom; I watched wide-eyed as pee washed down her legs in so much steady flooding. The puddle began to flow into my stall, but I was too enraptured to think to lift my feet out of the way.
No sooner after wetting herself, the girl ran quickly out of the bathroom and I didn't see her again the whole night. Then again, I was a little slow about leaving, but I didn't loiter for long; it only took me about two minutes to rub myself to orgasm after everything I'd just witnessed. I told myself I wouldn't do something so blatantly mean ever again, but honestly I didn't know if I could keep a promise like that if another opportunity presented itself. |
NOTE: This fic is based off an image off the gallery. The said image is my avatar/profile pic, which can be found here http://omorashi.org/gallery/image/72-wetpanties1jpg/
Chapter 1
"Come on! 5 more minutes!"
Mizuki crossed her legs again, struggling to keep up with the book they were reading.
"Mizuki, would you like to carry on reading?" the teacher said.
"Yes sensei, um, where are we?"
"Second paragraph of page 69."
"Ok, um."
Mizuki started reading the paragraph. She was 14 years old with light brown eyes. Her long , beautiful hair matched her eye colour. She was fairly small, but not far off the average size of a 14 year old girl. She was wearing the standard Japanese school uniform with a red neckerchief.
Mizuki struggled to read the passage. Her voice was quiet and stuttering.
"Try standing up, that way you can project your voice more," the teacher said with a little smile.
Mizuki couldn't stand up, everyone would see her desperation.
"Mizuki, please stand up," the teacher exclaimed.
"I'll just have to try and hold on," Mizuki thought. She stood up and started to read, much louder and clearly. She kept bending and twisting her legs, hoping no-one could see her. She cursed herself for not going to the bathroom earlier, she knew something like this would happen.
The teacher told her to sit down once she had finished reading, but as she sat down, a small drop of pee dribbled out her urethra, fell out her panties and hit the classroom floor.
"No! I'm losing control. I can't hold on for much longer. How much time left? Two minutes, I have to hold it until then."
Her desperation was starting to overcome her. She threw her hand down to her crotch in an attempt to hold back her pee. She then checked to make sure no-one was looking at her before she shut her eyes tight, not listening to a word the teacher was saying. She didn't even listen to catch the homework, she just concentrated fully on holding back her urine.
The sound of the bell ringing was like hearing that she was getting married to the boy of her dreams. And that boy was in her classroom at the moment. His name was Koji. He had a body of an athlete and was very sporty. He blonde spiky hair and brown eyes. He was about the same size as Mizuki, but a few inches taller. They were good friends, but Mizuki never had the guts to ask him out.
Mizuki ran out of the classroom and into the corridor.
"Hey! Mizuki, come here!" A voice shouted through the hallway.
It was Cho, her best friend. She had long, dark black hair and tanned skin. She had fairly big breasts and was fairly tall for her age. Her eyes were blue and were always glistening in the sun.
"Not now Cho, I need to take care of something!"
"No, wait..."
Mizuki didn't hear anymore. She was to busy running through the corridor, hand jammed into her vagina to listen to her.
A spurt squirted into Mizuki's light pink panties. It felt warm as it ran down her legs. Mizuki's hand could feel her panties. They had a tiny wet patch on them, but she couldn't let anymore escape.
Mizuki dodged students in the hallway's, trying to find her way to the girls loo amongst all the people. Mizuki then felt a warm feeling down by her vagina.
She knew more urine was escaping.
She had to get to the loo quickly.
"Can't lose control! Not in this crowd!"
Mizuki nearly ran past the girls room.
"Yes!" She thought to herself.
"Finally, I'm here."
Her panties weren't very damp, but they had a small wet patch on them.
Mizuki quickly ducked into the bathroom, nearly releasing another spurt.
She looked at the bathroom. There were 3 stalls, nobody in any of them.
Mizuki quickly ran to the first one, until she started feeling a wet sensation in her panties.
"Aahh! I think I'm peeing!"
Mizuki started to pee into her panties.
"I can still make it! Not all my wee came out. I can still use the loo if I'm quick enough."
Mizuki ran into the stall and pulled down her skirt and panties. She sat down on the toilet, forgetting to lock the door.
Mizuki sighed in relief as she started peeing into the toilet. She stared out the wide open door, not bothered if anyone came in and saw her. However, she noticed a small puddle on the floor of the bathroom.
"Uh oh, I'll have to clean that up quickly, I don't want anyone seeing that."
When she had finished, she flushed and then pulled up her skirt and exited the stall.
"Better check the damage," she thought to herself. Mizuki dropped her skirt and looked at her panties through the mirror.
Mizuki gasped at what she saw.
The bottom part of her panties were dripping with urine. She heard the drips hit the floor. The wet patch was soft and warm when she felt it.
"I can't go around school for the rest of the day like this! Someone will notice the drips!" The panties started dripping even more. Mizuki blushed at herself in the mirror. She looked ridiculous with her skirt down and dripping panties. She didn't know what to do. A tear dribbled down her face and into the puddle of urine.
"Oh god, I've only got one option now." Mizuki pulled her panties down. She looked up in the mirror again. Her vagina was dripping a little bit. Mizuki then pulled her skirt back up.
"I'm gonna have to go the rest of the day with no panties on." She really didn't want to do this, but she would rather be seen with no panties then wet ones. She hid her panties behind a toilet and hoped nobody would see them. Mizuki took a paper towel and wiped up the puddle of urine, before dumping it in the bin.
Mizuki sighed before leaving the girls toilets.
Part 2 coming soon... |
Ron squirmed slightly in his seat as McGonagall announced free study. Damn! Normally, Ron would appreciate it, but McGonagall’s free study rules state that if anyone talked or even raised their hand, she would assume that they couldn’t keep busy, and she would assign something really brutal for everyone in the class. He didn’t want to be blamed for THAT (again) but... bloody hell! He had to pee! But he could hold it, surely. He was a 6th year, after all. And Lavender was in this class, not to mention Malfoy, the git of all gits. Yes, holding it was the only option. He would NOT pee himself in front of his girlfriend or Malfoy.
A half an hour later, he wasn’t as positive. Fanning his legs a bit when McGonagall wasn’t looking, he was close to needing to grip his cock in order to keep it in, and he’d be as loony as Luna before he grabbed himself like that in class! He HAD to keep it in!
A tap on his left shoulder startled him, and he bit down a curse as he did what he just swore he would never do to keep it in. Sucking air through clenched teeth, he saw that it was Hermione next to him. Shit. Not now. He’d rather have Lavender witness this than her. Not that he’d ever admit it. “What?” he hissed.
Hermione smiled innocently. “Nothing. You just look a little uncomfortable, is all.” She whispered, making sure McGonagall didn’t catch her talking in class. Then she’d lose the points she got last class.
“I’m fine, okay? Besides, I thought you were ignoring me because I chose Lavender over you!” She flinched back from him, her face burning. She dropped her eyes back to her paper. Ron immediately felt terrible. He would apologize after class. He was just in so much bloody pain right then!
“You have one more hour until the end of class, students!” called McGonagall from her desk. Ron gasped as his bladder protested. An hour? He didn’t even know if he was going to last for 10 more minutes! He slipped his hand underneath his desk and grabbed his crotch, desperate to keep from embarrassing himself.
Little did Ron know that Hermione had kept watching him after he turned around, and that she knew exactly what was wrong. For Merlin’s sake, she had watched him guzzle down about a day’s worth of water in one go right before class started. What did he expect was going to happen, especially right before a double period?
But this was too good to miss. Screw losing points, he was going to pay for his little remark. Merlin knew she could earn back any points she may lose. Taking out her wand, she waved in toward the rest of the class and mumbled, “Muffliato.”
Satisfied that she performed the spell correctly, she spoke to Ron in a normal voice. “I know what your problem is, Won-Won.” she announced mockingly.
“Shut up!” Ron hissed, his face flaming as red as his hair. Hermione had to struggle so she wouldn’t let on how cute she thought he looked right now, with his face beet red, and his legs twisted around his hand, which was wringing his penis in sheer desperation.
“I thought you didn’t approve of that spell anyway?” he groaned as he fended off another wave.
“Times change.” smirked Hermione. “You’re going to pay for that little remark you made a few minutes ago.”
She smiled wider as Ron’s expression turned fearful. He knew she wasn’t messing around. “All right, I’m sorry!” Hermione snorted.
“No, I’m serious! As soon-ugh- as the words were-ugh-out of my mouth- ooh- I wanted to take them back! You didn’t deserve-oh- that.” He doubled over in his seat 4 times during that. “Oooooohhhhhh just let me pee and I’ll do anything you want!”
Hermione was confused. Ron NEVER sounded sincere when forced to apologize, even when it was in his best interest to sound so. But he did right now. “Well, all right. I forgive you.” she informed him, like it was a big surprise. She always forgave him, because she loved- NO! She couldn’t think like that! She had already been hurt enough by him.
“But I don’t know how you’re going to get out of this one. There’s still an hour left.”
Ron face contorted in a painful grimace. “I’m not gonna be able to hold it, Hermione!” he whined in desperation. “I’m gonna pee myself in front of everyone and worse, you-“He stopped abruptly, turned, if possible, a darker red than before.
Hermione’s expression softened as she looked at him. “W-wouldn’t it be worse if Lavender saw it? She’s your girlfriend, not me.” She tried not to sound sad or bitter at that.
“Only-ugh- only because she’s the only-oooooohhhhhh- the only one who ever liked me, ugh, like that.”
If only you knew, Hermione thought sadly. But all she said was, “What can I do to help?”
“Well,” Ron hesitated.
“I’ll do anything.”
“I-I can’t grip it right. Somebody else probably could, though.”
“Grip wha- oh.” Hermione felt her face burning as it hit her.
Ron sucked in a breath as he felt himself lose it for two seconds, pee shooting into his boxers. “Hurry, just do it!” he cried.
Hermione slipped her hand into Ron’s pants, eyeing McGonagall as she did so. McGonagall didn’t seem to notice. The Prince’s spell still seemed to be working. She grabbed Ron’s penis through his boxers and gripped it hard. She noticed it was already quite damp. It was obvious he wasn’t going to last much longer.
As she looked up at him nervously, she realized he was blushing again. “Yeah, I-I already kind of...”
“It’s okay,” she whispered. “I’m not going to judge you. I’m here to help.”
“I thought you were mad at me.” he mumbled.
“I was, but... you have bigger problems at the moment. Besides, there’s no doubt you’ll pee me off again soon enough.”
Ron chuckled, then winced at the pain that followed. “Yeah, all that’s true enough.” Suddenly, he looked guilty. “Hermione?”
“Mmm?” Hermione mumbled, trying not to concentrate too much on how hot this situation was right now.
“I’m sorry. For everything. Thank you for this.”
“No problem.” She said shyly. She looked up at the clock. “One minute to go, Ron! I’m going to lift the spell now.” Then she did just that.
Ron groaned as anticipation made him pee for another 2 seconds. He didn’t think he had ever blushed this much in his life. And with his family, that’s saying something. “S-Sorry.” he muttered.
Hermione felt her hand dampen as Ron lost it again. “No. It’s okay. You can’t help it right now.” she whispered back.
Secretly, she found Ron hot when he was this vulnerable. But she would believe in Crumple-Horned Snorkacks before she told him that.
“Class dismissed!” McGonagall’s voice made both of them jump, but only one of them spurted another second of pee into their boxers. As all the students gathered their things and started out the door, Hermione realized she would have to let go.
“Hey, Ron? I’m gonna have to let go. You ready?”
He groaned in frustration, but nodded reluctantly. “One... two... three!” She let go, and Ron hissed and grabbed himself again as he felt himself lose it once more. By this time, his trousers had a wet spot the size of an apple.
Hermione looked up to realize the only people left in the room were Professor McGonagall, Lavender, and... she groaned. Malfoy. And they were all staring at them. Or more specifically, staring at Ron losing his battle with his bladder.
“Won-Won?” Lavender asked uncertainly. Ron jumped out of his seat at this, trying to look natural. Unfortunately, the sudden movement jolted his bladder.
“Nonononono!!! Not here. Not now. Pleeeeeeease....” he moaned in desperation, but it was no use. His tortured bladder exploded, flooding his pants and the area around him. He closed his eyes in shame, and Hermione glared at Malfoy, her wand out, daring him to say something. But it wasn’t Malfoy who reacted first.
Oh, EWWW!” screeched Lavender. “Ronald Weasley, you can’t even hold your pee for ONE class? That’s it, we are so over. And I swear to Merlin, the whole school is gonna know about this. I wouldn’t wish you on my worst enemy!”
Hermione made to hex the bitch, but someone else got to her first. And it wasn’t Professor McGonagall.
“Obliviate!” Malfoy’s voice rang out. Lavender’s expression relaxed and Professor McGonagall sprang into action. Grabbing Lavender’s arm, she led her out of the classroom, and shut the door softly behind her to give her students their privacy.
Hermione looked at Malfoy in amazement, while Ron was still lost in his mortification. Did Malfoy, the boy who had tormented them with unrestrained glee for almost 6 years straight, just help them out? Or did he just want to be the one who spread it around school?
Draco stared back. “Don’t worry. This will stay between us.”
“Why?” Hermione asked coldly. “What reason could you possibly have to keep it quiet? Blackmail opportunities?”
Draco seemed to consider her for a moment. Flushing slightly, he replied, “It happened to me once. I know how it feels and it’s not fun. My father sent me to Muggle school for a year so I could observe first-hand-” he broke off, hesitating, before continuing, “-why Muggles are so inferior compared to us.” He broke off again, seeming to expect a reprimand. When none came, he continued.
“I was ten at the time, and the teachers thought us old enough to be able to wait until the end of class. To make a long story short, I ended up wetting myself worse than Weasley here just did. I never got a break from any of the Muggles. I was tormented just as much from the teachers as I was from the students. Of course, my father wasn’t too pleased with me either, but when he saw that the experience taught me what he wanted me to learn, he let off.”
He stared intently at Hermione. “I had my own reason for hating anyone connected with Muggles. It was never my father’s influence. The reason he sent me there was because I questioned his beliefs. Since then, I had no reason to question them again-until now. I saw the way you were ready to defend Weasley from anyone who dared say anything- even if that person was from your own House, your own dorm. Maybe- maybe Muggle-Borns aren’t so bad after all.” Malfoy said this last part bitterly, like it couldn’t matter now, even if he wanted it to.
He turned to go, and then stopped abruptly. “Oh, and Granger?” he called over his shoulder. “If that story is ever made public knowledge, I will personally make sure each of your lives will be a living hell to the day you all die. Got it?”
“Perfectly.” she replied, hiding a smile. Who knew? Malfoy actually had a heart! Suddenly, she heard a whimper next to her.
She looked over to see Ron, still soaked, with humiliated tears running down his cheeks. Hermione pointed her wand at him dried his clothes with a nonverbal spell. Then she performed Scorgify to get rid of the chemicals in urine that wasn’t pure liquid. Waving her wand once more, she Vanished the puddle around him.
“I’m s-so s-sorry, Herm-Hermione.” Ron sobbed. “I’m s-so embarrassed! I c-can’t believe that I d-did that in front of y-you! That’s n-never happened before, I swear.”
Smiling mischievously, Hermione threw her arms around Ron’s neck and surprised him with the most passionate kiss she had ever bestowed on anyone. “Nobody will ever know except you, me, and Malfoy.”
“W-What?” It took him a few minutes to come back to reality. Once he did, he gasped. “Malfoy saw this? I’m dead!” Hermione looked at him in confusion.
“You didn’t hear him?”
Ron shook his head slowly. “No, I was lost in thoughts about how I was going to ask Moaning Myrtle if I could live with her after I offed myself, actually.”
Smothering an amused laugh at that, she said, “Well, never mind then. The important thing is, Lavender memory was modified, and Malfoy... well, he and I have a deal. He won’t tell anyone.”
“Right.” Ron snorted sarcastically, back to his old self. “And you’re in love with me, too.”
At that, Hermione laughed outright. “Well, miracles do happen from time to time!” With that, Hermione yanked an astonished Ron to her and snogged him senseless.
((Any constructive criticism? This is my first story!)) |
WARNING: This story is male/male and contains crossdressing and masturbation in a public place.
This was my very first omorashi story, and I still like it, so here it is. These guys are my original characters.
Ride Home
The screech of large brakes snapped everyone waiting at the crowded stop to attention, the fourth bus of the day arriving just a few minutes behind schedule. This one was going uptown, and was the one Moru wished to board. He was the only one who took the three steps into the vehicle before the doors closed, and the sight made him slightly relieved. The seats were mostly empty, and he chose one near the back.
Now began the waiting game.
Ever since he walked out of the administrative building he felt eyes on his back, and there was only one person who thought he was sneaky enough to get away with 'stalking' him. He knew he was being followed by Blaze by default then, but Moru didn't know what exactly to expect. Perhaps he wanted to just surprise him with a visit after work instead of waiting for the commute to end?
The bus made another stop, and a group of high school aged girls got on, dressed in the usual skimpy outfits and such- and behind them came someone that failed horribly at blending in with them. As if having a goatee and sideburns would automatically make you a candidate for what looked like the school cheer-leading squad.
The red-head just about died at the sight, and it was nothing to do with embarrassment.
The man wore a white skirt to his knees with some obscure school pattern on it, along with a sleeveless white tank-top with a matching logo. Even his shoes were emblazoned with the marks. What had he done, raided a girls locker room?
Blaze made his way down the isle as if he was totally inconspicuous, oblivious to the stares of the handful of people on board already. The red-head quietly noted the way he seemed to squirm as he walked, and the thought made him shift in his seat.
Surely this wasn't what he was planning... right?
He reached the edge of Moru's seat and squeezed past him to sit next to the window. Once seated he dropped his nonchalant act and began fidgeting. Now that his bottom half was hidden from view of the other passengers, he pressed a hand hard against his crotch, trying to find a comfortable way to clench his legs together.
Just watching was making the older man's face redden, and it got even better when the bus finally hit an open stretch of road and started its barely registrable jarring and jerking.
It was as if every little bounce of the tires was amplified, Blaze couldn't sit still for more than a second or two at a time, constantly shifting positions and making little noises out of sheer effort to maintain his composure. He hadn't even really done anything and already he was driving Moru mad. The aforementioned man was very glad he had chosen a seat towards the back, where the windows were covered by ads and patrons were less likely to venture, as he had chosen to wear slacks that morning and the tent on the front of them was plain as day.
Blaze gave a small whine as the the vehicle hit a rather deep pothole, the back of the bus jerking hard. His hands shook and he rubbed his knees together furiously, looking as if he was about to break that instant. Moru swallowed hard and watched carefully, but after a few seconds it seemed that it had passed. The ink-haired man relaxed slightly, before seizing the moment to quickly turn and scoot himself onto his partners lap.
Moru felt Blaze's thighs tighten against his hips, his hands gripping so tight between his legs that the knuckles were turning white. His face was strained hard, and Moru took it as a hint and let his own hands help. He slid them up Blaze's skirt, feeling the cotton underwear, slightly damp from the light sheen of sweat that seemed to be all over him.
Gradually, the younger of the two let his own fingers slip away, allowing himself to be held by his partner. He was making the most delightful shivers, the muscles in his legs tense and twitching every so often. The red-head grinned slyly at him and pulled his cupped palms back ever so slightly.
The look on Blaze's face was priceless, and the whimper he made was even more-so. He rolled his hips forward, grinding them hard into Moru's hands and pushing down until he sandwiched them between both of their groins. The elder bit his lip to stay silent, while the other made a quiet mewl.
They could have gone on like this for a while more, but it was now when the tires chose to turn from smooth asphalt onto unfinished pavement. The transition sent sudden vibrations to the floors and seats, and suddenly Moru felt a few spots of wetness against his fingers. His lover locked up tightly, leaning against his shoulder with a gasp. The flow was cut off after only a few drops, he'd been practicing apparently.
The red-head didn't hide his smile, and his own hips twitched. He was loving every second of this, and he wanted more. Two of his fingers began rubbing idly against the dampness, and he was rewarded with a low moan and a small jerk.
Blaze was trembling helplessly, and the next patch of rough was it. This time it was a short stream that escaped, and Moru felt it dribble down his fingers as his partner whined and tried desperately to cut it off. He finally managed to before much damage was done, but now the need was even more dire.
Both of them were panting heavily, waiting for the next move. Moru squirmed in his own spot, increasingly impatient for the moment, and Blaze shook and twitched like it would be any second now.
There was a loud screech as the tires suddenly skidded to a halt at a stop, and Blaze gritted his teeth hard, managing to last through the initial stop- but then came the recoil of the cab. He squeaked quietly, every muscle in his body as taught as wire, but it didn't inhibit the flow at all. One hand left his lover to rub frantically against his clothed erection as Blaze finally relaxed and let it go full force. The red-head under him felt the hot liquid splashing over his hand and streaming into his lap, onto the seat, and making sounds as it pattered against the rubber shoe-grips where it puddled messily.
He came hard, stifling the sound in his throat and arching off the seat, feeling the wetness slosh around him. Blaze leaned against him heavily, panting as if he'd never catch his breath again. He'd worry about his own arousal once their stop was reached, which would be any moment now. For the time remaining, they both merely rested as they were, regulating their breaths and controlling their trembling.
Sure enough, the next screech of the brakes was for their apartment building.
They rose and walked, albeit still a bit shakily, down the isle and out of the folding door, paying not the least bit of attention to the murmurs and eyes of the other passengers regarding the fact that they were both visibly soaked with urine that pattered onto the floor behind them.
If anything, it made their day even better to leave like that. |
Requested by Dribbling from flyttkort and Desperate newbie from zataku. Enjoy!
Wet Boat Ride
Jacky watched the weather forecasting anxiously, drinking her fourth cup of water to get ready for a hot day at the beach, hopefully. She had planed her first date with the cutest boy in school for weeks. His name was Wallace. He was constantly busy working on the farm with his Dad so they had a hard time trying to plan their first date, but that’s what she liked about him, he worked up a sweat with overalls and no shirt. His bright eyes and pearly white teeth glowed upon his dark-skinned face. She looked up to him so she really wanted him to like her. She didn’t want to disappoint him considering she was city folk asking him out.
“So rain’s going to start in the northern part of Georgia today, and it should dissipate at about Waycross and Thomasville…”
“Yes!!” She cheered, knowing the storm would barely miss the beach where they’d go fishing. She rushed up the stairs to get dressed. She put on her favorite, white and purple striped bikini and a pair of tight shorts over it, because they were tight of coarse. Jacky struggled to zip up that tight thing over her waist as it got completely stuck over three quarters of the way up, and buttoning it up was even worse. After she managed to get her shorts on, she put on a thin t-shirt and a pair of sandals. Jacky then rushed down to the basement for her fishing gear, and she was off. She brought a big water bottle with her to drink on the ocean. The motor boat was tied to the back of the truck and ready to go. It was just big enough for two people, primarily her and her dad.
“By Daddy! I’ll see you when I get back!”
“Don’t scratch the truck!
“I won’t”
“Don’t scratch the boat!”
“Okay Daddy!”
“Don’t scratch the window!” She paused for a moment.
“Good by Daddy!!” She rolled her eyes as he laughed.
“Okay have fun!” She slammed the door closed, excited to see her boyfriend at the farm. Well, it was sort of a farm. They owned horses and chickens and kept them in pens on a large landscape. They sold chickens and their eggs to local grocery stores for a living. She got in the truck with the boat fully loaded and drove off. Jacky’s cell phone went off in her pocket.
“Hello!” She answered hoping it was her boyfriend.
“Don’t scratch the truck!”
“Daddy!!” She hung up as he started cracking up on the other line. Jacky drove up to the farm to greet her crush, Wallace, who noticed her arrival as he fed the horses. He quickly went inside to get ready while she got out of the truck to greet his father.
“You must be Jacky!” He greeted.
“Nice to meat you Mr. Boneck!”
“You can just call me Devin. It’s a pleasure to meet you! So do you guys have a class together.”
“English and Math. The most boring ones in school.” Devin laughed.
“Ya well! it sure is handy to have someone to talk to in there then.” Wallace came out with his fishing gear and a pair of oars, wearing a cotton, white shirt, a pair of jeans and a straw hat to keep the sun off his eyes.
“Ready to go Jacky!”
“Ya, but! Why are you bringing your oars? I brought a motor boat!”
“Just in case something’ happens.”
“Like what?”
“Like the boat breaking down.”
“Good point!” She agreed. She noticed a familiar signal in her bladder but she didn’t feel like delaying anymore cause she wanted him to like her. They got in the truck and drove off. Her bladder started to worry her as she drove towards the beach, so she crossed her legs to relieve the minor discomfort. Jacky’s stomach bulged slightly with four cups of water, a cup of tea and two cups of coffee, and she hadn’t gone since watching the weather channel. They noticed the thick clouds in the far north pouring rain, which appeared as part of the cloud stretching down to touch the ground from were they were.
“There’s that rain Klide was talking about.” She commented.
“Klide?”
“The weather man.”
“Oh! You pay attention to that stuff?”
“Just when I make plans. I don’t want it to rain on us while we fish.”
“Ah! Well you know, rainy days are actually the best days to fish. They love to feel the cold water near the surface”
“That’s true. Maybe I should of looked for rainy day forecasts instead of sunny ones.”
“All well! It’ll be fun anyway!”
“Ya!” They drove their truck up to the edge of the beach to launch her dad’s boat.
“Can you lift up on the boat a little so we don’t scratch the bott…ahh!” Jacky laughed as she was interrupted when Wallace hoisted the boat up on his side and pushed it into the water, pushing her in with it. She dogged it just in time not to fall in and get wet. She didn’t feel like falling into that freezing cold water after three straight days of rain.
“Woops! Sorry!” He laughed.
“How did you just lift it like that?!”
“I do a lot of heavy lifting with my dad. He’s a handy man too you know. Now lets go fishing!” He beckoned her with enthusiasm.
“Actually I didn’t know that.” She corrected. “I learn more about you every day.” Wallace stepped in the water with his oars to catch the boat while Jacky handed him the fishing gear. She dipped her toe in in the water to begin her slow process of adjusting to the temperature. He looked at her for a moment and decided to go and hoist her into the water.
“Wait!! Don’t…EAK!! That’s cold!” The water was just above her knees, and just below his.
“How’s that?” He asked with a mischievous smile.
“Cold!”
“Alright, let’s hop in then!” They Struggled to get in without tilting it over. Wallace flipped it over completely trying to mount. They laughed their heads off during the whole process. Her bladder didn’t help much at all. Wallace took noticed her discomfort.
“You need a pee break before we go?”
“No!” She lied, trying to conceal herself. She didn’t want to be a burden on their first date. She wanted to make sure he like her.
“You sure?”
“Ya it’s fine. Besides, those bathrooms are gross! People pee all over the seats and nobody cleans up after themselves.” She replied, only half confident.
“Well all right then! Here! I‘ll hold this side while you jump in.”
“Okay!” She scurried to get in out of the water. She leaned over the edge to keep the boat balanced while Wallace jumped in. She started the boat and they went out into the ocean. Jacky started getting really uncomfortable sitting there realizing they were probably going to be on the water for a while. The strong breeze on their face felt great as their boat whipped across the water. Their hair flailed vigorously through the air. They went about a mile and a half to two miles out to sea.
“I got our bait!” Wallace opened the trunk and fished through the various life jackets. He pulled out the fishing box and got the hooks and bait out.
“Ah! This stuff!” He commented, looking at the artificial bait.
“Ya! I don’t like using worms! It’s too cruel and unnecessary!!”
“Ya I agree!”
“…You know? You’re the first one to agrees with me on that.”
“Ya! I don’t get that whole thing were people think they’re so much better then all the other species. It’s just arrogant!”
“Totally!” They prepped their fishing lines and cast them out to sea. Wallace sat on the edge of the boat and kicked his feet up, leaning back with one hand bracing him up and the other holding the fishing poll. Jacky sat on the other side of the left side of the trunk with her feet on the seat. She shifted her legs carefully to get comfortable without tipping the boat over. She bobbed her legs anxiously as her bladder progressively whined just below her waist, making it increasingly difficult to concentrate on fishing and admiring her boyfriend.
“Isn’t it ironic how we preach about saving the worms…” Jacky began, wiggling in her place. “and then we hook fish in the throat and yank on them for sport?”
“That’s true! Except were doing it for food so at least it’s not a total, senseless kill.”
“We don’t have to, we can just get steak!”
“Which comes from cows who endure great hardship before they get killed and packaged.”
“Oh ya!” Silence followed.
“Can we talk about something else? This conversation’s bumming me out.”
“Let’s talk about flowers.”
“I love flowers.”
“Flowers are awesome! They’re smell so good!”
“I like the big, colorful ones with those little, whisker like things that stick out!”
“Oh those are my favorite!”
“OH! I saw this one flower in Home Depot one time, It was sooo huge! It had these bright, green leafs with this bright, red color on the leafs and a bright, yellow core. It was so pretty!”
“I think I saw one of those in some ones garden once. I think there were like, a hundred of ‘em or something”
“Ya!” That brief subject lifted there spirits, but it didn’t lift Jacky’s confidence at all. She crossed her legs crisscross and bobbed her knees. Wallace felt the boat shaking and took notice to her predicament.
“You all right?” He asked.
“Ya I’m fine.” She lied.
“You wanna start heading back?”
“No I’m fine! I just get antsy when I sit down for a long time, and I can‘t really get up to stretch or anything.”
“Ya that’s true!” He took her word for it. Jacky tried to hold still so he wouldn’t notice. She checked to see if he was looking and clenched her crotch with one hand, holding the fishing poll with the other.
“Saw that!”
“AH!! I was itchy okay!”
“Ah! Gotcha!” Well clenching herself wasn’t going to work. Two hours passed and her bladder wailed with discomfort for relief. Her tight shorts constricted it worse. She rocked back and fourth in crisscross position.
“Don’t you just love that good old, spring breeze?”
“Ya!” She concurred distractedly. “I love the sound of the ocean.” She tried to contribute to the conversation all the while squirming and clenching her crotch. Jacky’s bobber sank under water.
“You got a bite!!”
“Really?!” She got excited, but it meant removing her hand from her crotch to reel him in. She bounced up and down trying to hold it in while she reeled in the fish. She then she realized something horrifying that moment, they were almost two miles away from shore. It could have been her, but her bikini started feeling moist. She managed to reel in the fish while Wallace got the fishing net ready, but she felt extremely uncomfortable.
“Bring him in, bring him in, bring him in! Ya we got him, we got him!!” He cheered. The fish flopped around and splashed about, causing a spurt of urine to force it’s way through her bikini, and her boy friend was right there!
“Gasp!!” Her face turned deep red. They had to turn back, she had no choice. She just couldn‘t hold it any more.
“Wallace! I really have to go to the bathroom!! I can‘t wait any longer!!” She admitted, defeated, now crossing her legs tight with both hands between her legs, squirming out of control.
“Uh-oh! Better turn around!” He took the wheel and started the engine. He sped up slowly to keep from jolting her, then reached the boats maximum speed. Her bladder kept spurting on every bump due to waves. Surprisingly her shorts didn’t have a wet spot yet. She clenched hard to maintain control, shuddering under pressure. To her horror, the boat started slowing down.
“What are you doing!”
“Uh-oh! We’re out of gas!”
“Out of gas!! Oh no!! I completely forgot to fill up the gas tank before I left!!”
“I’ll get my oars!” He hasted. Wallace peddled on both sides to spare Jacky the trouble of letting go of her crotch. She looked over yonder, they went five miles and hour and the shore was a mile away. Again, she spurt in her shorts.
“Wallace!” She whimpered. “I wont make it that far! I’m just going to take my shorts off and go in my bikini!” He turned away politely. Jacky slowly stood up and worked at her button, but her button was too tight. She spurt again tugging on her shorts, forming a small wet patch for Wallace to see. She grunted and groaned to get it off. She succeeded in unbuttoning her shorts, but the zipper was stuck. A small stream jet through her shorts and drizzled onto the seat below.
“Ah!!! I can’t… it won’t…” She moaned and whimpered as multiple jets of urine streamed out and her wet patch got bigger. She finally lost control and her pee flooded her pants right in front of her boy friend. The wet patch sprawled quickly over her shorts while pee jet through it and streamed down her legs. A large puddle formed on the floor of the boat under her sandals.
Her face flushed deep red as she buried her face in her hands and cried.
“I’m so sorry!!” She sobbed. “My zipper just… I couldn’t…” She choked up. He cuddled her in his arms. “Hey! Take it easy! When you gatta go you gatta go, what are you ganna do? You should have told me man, we could have gone to shore. Don’t be afraid to ask okay?” She glared up at him with moist eyes. “It happens! Want help with your zipper!” She held up her zipper for him to grab. He griped the rim of her shorts with his bulky, dark skinned hands and yanked on the zipper with incredible force and finally pulled it down. She pulled down her shorts and exposed the wet patch on her purple and white, striped bikini bottom. Jacky sat in her wet bikini and held her dripping shorts for the rest of the ride back to shore and Wallace rowed the whole way there. To her surprise, he wasn’t disappointed in her at all, and she was no longer ashamed. She kissed him on the cheek and thanked him for his compassion. |
Nicole laid back in her bed thinking about the events that led up to her current situation now diapered in bed. The twenty-four year old girl had never thought she would be forced to regress back so many years for something so simple as needing to pee, but this day had snuck up on her in surprise after surprise.
Nicole rolled onto her side as she thought about the teacher in her math class. He had not said anything out of the ordinary, nor had he let on that he had any hidden agenda at the time she had come to his office to get some extra help with particularly tricky math problems. She sat at the student desk in his office, and she looked up at him as though an adult were addressing another adult with a problem that one adult might know an answer to. He had not responded at first in any way that was demeaning to her or to call her stupid.
So, as Nicole recalled each of the events lying on her side, her left hand holding her sore potty lips almost caressing them to let them know that the worst of the day was over, and that she was safely cradled in a pink diaper with a waist band of puppies and kittens. She thought more about that afternoon as her body felt warm with relief that it was all over.
Nicole had come in the office wearing faded jeans that barely pulled up over her waist showing the top of her pink panties and a white top that barely covered her breasts for it had no collar or cloth covering her shoulders. The teacher had certainly looked at her the way she had intended for him to look at her, with a hint of lust in his eyes. She had picked that outfit out just for him so he would want to spend as much time as possible in discussing the math problems with her.
He was wearing his usual brown business suit, and his salt and pepper hair told of the years he had spent teaching at the university. Nicole smiled as she walked into the office and put her bag down in the student chair before turning her attention to the teacher.
“Mr. Smith, I’m really having trouble with the new stuff. I just don’t get the new formulas and the way they work.”
“Open your book,” he instructed her, and she immediately complied sitting in the student desk and getting her stuff from her bag. He was a very good teacher at explaining things, the problem was that in the classroom, she was always nervous of asking questions because she was sure that she was behind everyone else in class, and she was scared of sounding stupid.
“Okay, let’s see you try it first so I can see what mistakes you are making,” he smiled at her. How about you do this problem.
Nicole looked at the problem carefully that he sat up on the whiteboard, and she copied it down carefully to get it right. She didn’t need dumb mistakes holding her up from getting to the real problem of her misunderstanding.
“You really should have taken the class before this one this year, am I right?” he asked her not unkindly.
“I guess so, but now I’m stuck in this class, or I’ll lose my scholarship,” she sighed to him. “Please help me.”
“Alright, I’ll help you if you promise to take the class over again next year. I think the second time around, you’ll get a lot further ahead in the course than where you are now, and it will prepare you for the next level.”
“I promise,” she nodded at him as she sat waiting for him to explain what she was doing wrong.
“Alright, now what you have here….” He began to explain. Nicole thought about the session a bit more, and wondered how she got through it and how she learned the mechanics of the formula, but somehow, she had even remembered how it worked, but she did recall how much her need to finish the tutoring started to bother her for a couple of reasons. First, she was starting to feel the first warning signs of a full bladder and second, she had her English class in the next twenty minutes. It had taken the professor nearly an hour to teach her the formula, and she had really hoped it would have taken only ten minutes.
“I think I get it now,” she had remembered telling him, but he wasn’t satisfied. He seemed to think she was just trying to get out of there, and wanted to make sure to test that she really did get it, so he gave her a complicated problem and told her that if she solved that problem with the correct answer, then he’d let her go, otherwise, he’d have to go back and explain where she went wrong again. Nicole had come to him for help, so she knew that she had to do what he asked, if she expected him to help her again in the future, and she knew that this was on the classes that she really needed the extra help in.
“Okay,” Nicole explained the problem as she went step by step careful to try to follow each point and not rush it for fear of making a mistake. Her bladder was starting to throb as she neared the middle of her explanation, and she knew she’d have to hurry to the bathroom before her English lesson.
“Nicole, just relax and try to take your time,” he encouraged her. “When you rush things, you make mistakes that are senseless even if you don’t understand some of what you are doing, you look dumber than you are. Now, go back and look at what you just wrote and explained.”
Nicole looked back at her problem, and she blushed. He was right. She had known that six times eight was definitely not fifty-four, but forty-eight. She went back over her work to make sure that what she had done so far, was correct as far as she understood it to that point, then just before she could continue from where she left off, she felt a little pin prick of pressure on her pee hole and coming from her bladder. She really did need to get to the bathroom kind of soon.
“Excuse me,” she looked up at him. “But can we do this later because I really have to get to my English class in ten minutes.”
“Well, I’m going home for the day in an hour, and if you don’t have the assignment ready by tomorrow, it will be late, young lady. Are you sure this can wait?”
Nicole shook her head. She knew that if what he was saying was true, then she didn’t have any more chances to get this straight before the assignment was due. She crossed her legs and continued to work knowing that she might even have to be late for her English class which also worried her a little. But at least in English, she was pulling a decent grade, and if she explained the situation to the teacher, she was sure Mrs. Marrite would understand.
“Okay, I guess you’re right. I do need to know how to do this before I leave here. It’s just so confusing,” Nicole looked up at him with her sad blue eyes.
“Oh, now, it’s not as terrible as it seems. You are so worried about getting it, that you are using all your effort telling yourself how hard it is rather than how easy it is. If you changed your thinking a bit, I’m sure you could do this, Nicole.”
Nicole looked at him funny like she wondered how just thinking it was easy would help her understand up, but she didn’t say anything about what he had told her, but rather went to work on trying to make the current problem work out.
“Nicole,” he scolded her. “You are rushing again. Look at what you just wrote.”
Nicole looked back over her paper, and she blushed. He was right, she was rushing, not so much because she was afraid of being late to English, but more because her pelvic muscles were shaking and straining to keep her from embarrassing herself. She looked up into his eyes. She wondered if he would at least allow her to go to the restroom before continuing.
“Sir, I’m really sorry but I’ve got to… um… pee. If I could just go, I might be able to concentrate better.”
“Nicole, you came to my office hours, on my time, and your time. If you are here just to waste time, I’d prefer you found someone else to do it with. You’ve been complaining since you got here over one thing or another, and I personally don’t need the stress of trying to teach a helpless student if that student is not interested in passing.”
“But I am,” Nicole looked at him with anger in her eyes.
“Then show me,” he glared at her sternly. “Get back to work and stop making excuses to try to get out of here. I really have other work I could be doing if you want to waste time.”
Nicole nodded and went back to work trying to make sure to correct all her previous mistakes first. She knew she’d be making a lot less mistakes if her bladder wasn’t distracting her from what she was doing.
“Okay, I’ve corrected the mistakes,” Nicole said before she proceeded to give him a chance to check her work over first. He just waved his hand on for her to work on the next step without really checking. She could tell that he was now just fed up with her, and partly wanted her out of his hair. She could just leave, but if she didn’t get it, and she tried to get help later, would he help her? She doubted it. She had to try to show that she was earnest in wanting his help.
Nicole’s breathing started to pick up as she worked on the last leg of the problem. She could almost hear the whining breaths as she tried to keep her stomach muscles tight, her legs tightly closed, and every ounce of pressure on her pee hole as she could muster to keep it from letting any wetness through. She wiped her brow with her left hand and looked down at her paper to think about the next step. She could already see a mistake without the teacher pointing it out to her, and she quickly erased it and started over again from that point, her legs now rubbing frantically against each other.
Mr. Smith noticed that she was rubbing her thighs together, and his eyes seemed to watch her. Nicole wasn’t sure if he was angry about it, if he was kind of turned on, or if he simply thought she was faking again. She just knew that she had to try to please him because she definitely needed his help in the near future as well as at this moment. She sighed as she tried to cover up her need a bit more modestly.
“Nicole, you need to look at your work again,” he said lazily as he looked from her lap to her paper on her desk. “You are missing something.”
“Oh, yeah,” Nicole remembered and carried a number down to do the next part of the equation. “Why do they make these things so complex anyway,” she asked him a rhetorical question.
“If it helps, think of it as five simpler problems,” Mr. Smith smiled up at her to show that he wasn’t impatient with her at the moment. She rubbed her legs with her left hand as she tried to think about what she was missing, and then she continued her work as though she had not been interrupted. Finally, the problem was approaching completion, and now, as her problem started to drop numbers into place in the answer, her bladder was also threatening to drop driblets into her panties.
Nicole looked up at him as she wrote the last of the numbers down for the answer, her panties still quite dry, but her knees bouncing all over the place, and her legs rubbing each other along with her left hand rubbing her zipper area. She was about to wet her pants if he kept her much longer.
“I am still not convinced that you are ready to go alone, but as I have a lot of things I still need to do before I leave the office, I think we should call it a day for now. If you want to be able to turn your assignment in on time, I’ll need to see you first thing in the morning before class.”
“Yes sir. How early do you want me to be.”
“You will need about two hours to complete the homework, I think.”
“I promise I’ll be here,” Nicole looked up at him before collecting her things, her legs still stiffly held together to try to keep the flood inside her bladder. She was feeling really full, and a kind of cold pain was lodged in her stomach sending pains to her hear region, and a shooting cramp sent a signal around the bulge of her zipper area.
Nicole walked towards the bathrooms now, already nearly ten minutes late as it was for English class. She could barely walk, and she hoped that she made it before anyone saw her walking so strangely or before she started to wet her panties.
As luck would have it, though, Mrs. Marrite was walking in the halls at just that time, and they met at the bathroom door. Nicole was surprised to see her English teacher late for her own class.
“Um… hi, Mrs. Marrite!”
“Nicole, nice to see you. Are you going to give me the excuse that you were on your way to the bathroom as a reason for not coming to class?” she asked her.
“No ma’am. I mean, it’s only part of the reason I’m late. I was going to go to class right after I used the ….” But it was already nearing too late, and Nicole felt her panties suddenly dampen in the gusset area. She clinched her legs tighter together. “Please, I can’t talk right now, I’m really going to pee my pants if I don’t go now,” Nicole looked at her teacher with sincerity.
“Well, go in the cubical and use the bathroom,” she pointed to the toilet space. “I can wait a moment or two, but by the looks you are giving, I doubt you can.”
Nicole rushed into the cubical, but her already aching bladder had already felt the relief of a little of the pressure, it was so good that it decided to send a bit more before she got into the stall. Her panties started to soak through enough to wet her jeans bottoms, and though she tried to stop it, it was becoming pointless, and she could only sit on the toilet to try to unbutton her jeans because of how full her bladder felt. She squirted again and again into her jeans until the pressure was loose enough that she was able to unzip her jeans. The pee was already coming out, but not caring, Nicole slid down her pants anyway, and just finished peeing her in her panties because they were already soaked.
Nicole sat there for a few moments staring down at her soaked jeans knowing that even sliding them down her legs had not stopped them from getting really wet. She looked at her pink panties on the toilet, and felt them with her left hand knowing that her slimy wet pee had already been bad enough that there was no way she should wear these all the way back home. She wondered what she would do if Mrs. Marrite had made her go to class as she was.
Marrite, becoming a bit concerned for her student, had decided to open the cubical on her student once she had finished peeing, and she saw her grown student sitting there in soaked panties and her soaked jeans pulled to her ankles.
“You peed your pants?” she asked her pointedly.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“So, you are not only late to class, but now you expect to come to my class in wet pants?” she asked her.
“Um… I was hoping, actually….”
“That I’d let you miss class because of this?” she asked her student looking quite stern.
“Yeah. I mean, you know where I was and what happened. Can’t I… just… you know, just today?”
“Tell you what,” Mrs. Marrite reasoned with her. “I won’t take any points off and you can go straight to your dorm to collect what you’ll need for the night if you come to my house this afternoon to go over the assignment, and then to get some training that you desperately need.”
“Training?”
“Yes, you’ll know what I mean, when you get here.”
So, now, Nicole was laying on a single bed with a princess bedspread as though she were a little girl in a diaper at her teacher’s house. It was only nine o’clock, and the teacher told her it was definitely bedtime so she could get a good start in the morning to be to her classes on time.
Nicole rolled back onto her back and put her hand on her diaper again and felt its full bulky protection. She didn’t know if Marrite expected her to really use it during the night or not, but she had not taken any sass over the thing. She told Nicole that if she continued to sass her about the diaper, she would not only take off the points for that day in English, but she would talk to her math teacher about what was keeping her, and discuss if she really shouldn’t go back in all of her classes to lower than high school level. Nicole definitely didn’t want that, so she let the teacher diaper her in the end. |
So, I didn't think I would have it ready this soon, but here is chapter two already.
Chapter Two
Training
“I can’t believe that. Here I am waking up in a strange bed with a diaper on just because my strict English professor caught me wetting yesterday, and what’s worse, is I am really starting to have to pee. I hope she lets me go soon.”
Nicole had just thought about her evening with the English professor, as she laid in the bed with a pink comforter with teddy bears and flours decorated over the top. It quite reminded her of a baby blanket, and the single bed that she was in also make crinkling sounds from the protective plastic under the sheets.
Nicole sighed and pulled the blanket back. The sun was starting to come through the pink curtains with enough energy that the room began to brighten. She carefully crawled out of bed trying to keep her diaper dry because regardless of having to wear it, she really didn’t feel the desire to wet herself.
“You’re up,” Ms. Marrite asked as she opened the door wider to see Nicole climbing out of bed, her diaper exposed to the room still quite dry and white.
“Yeah,” Nicole looked towards the bedroom door where her teacher was. “Do you think you can take this off of me now, so I can use the toilet?” Nicole asked her with pleading eyes, but her tone was quite matter of fact.
“Are you sure you’ll make it to the toilet?” Marrite asked her.
“Yes, I’m quite sure,” Nicole looked at her with a pleading look. Her face gave a look like she wanted to put that diaper on her teacher.
“Alright, come here so I can undo the tapes,” Marrite called to Nicole.
Nicole didn’t really understand why she had even asked Marrite to undo the diaper for her instead of just doing it herself, except something deep within told her that it was just supposed to be this way, and to fight it would be a very bad idea.
Marrite opened the diaper and let it fall to the floor so that Nicole could go to the bathroom.
“While you are in there,” she called after her. “Take your shower, and then come and get me to help you get ready for your classes.”
“I’m not five,” Nicole looked at her thinking it was silly for her to help her with her panties because it was daytime now, and she has supposed that the diaper was just for the night.
“Of course you aren’t,” Marrite agreed. “But come and get help getting dressed just the same, or you remember what I said yesterday.”
“Alright,” Nicole called just before she closed the bathroom door.
Thirty minutes later, Nicole was back in the living room facing her professor completely naked.
“Good girl,” Marrite cooed at her like she was a little kid. “Now, I’m going to have to diaper you for classes….”
“What?!” Nicole demanded. “Why?”
“Because you wet your pants yesterday, and it was the main reason you had to miss my class. I don’t want you missing classes in your other subjects today because you are not old enough to control your body.”
“I am,” Nicole looked at her in shock.
“No, you are not. You peed yourself yesterday, or was that my imagination? Are you not here because you peed your pants even in the bathroom?”
Nicole looked down. Her teacher had her over a barrel.
“Now, lie down on the floor so that I may get this diaper on you. You are not to touch it, and if you wet it, after your class, you come and get me to help you change it.”
“Yes ma’am. But if I’m not allowed to touch it, how do I use the restroom?”
“You don’t need to. You showed me yesterday that it’s hard for you to get there in time anyway, so just go in the diaper and come and get me when you are wet.”
“Do I really have to do this?”
“Unless you want me to have a word with your math instructor, talk to your parents, and basically make sure you are returned home to grow out of diapers again….”
Nicole sighed. “Alright, I understand.”
Nicole laid on the floor without putting up any fight because she definitely didn’t want her father to find out she had wet her pants as an adult out on her own. It had been bad enough when she was in high school, and had messed up a couple of times. Both times, her dad responded by having her mom put her diapers then too, so she wasn’t too sure he wouldn’t keep her at home in diapers if he heard about this. He was paying her college education expenses as well, so it would be hard for her to reject him unless she found a job herself.
Nicole was soon dressed in a pink diaper that felt so thick, she wondered how she would hide it under even jeans. Still, she got her jeans to fit over it, and the extra material that came up was hidden by tucking her shirt into her jeans. She just hoped that she could keep it hidden all day that she was wearing it.
“Now, get some breakfast, and get your stuff together for today.”
“I have to meet my math teacher right away this morning,” Nicole informed Marrite hoping she’d let her leave for school early. She really didn’t want to be in front of her teacher because though she was clothed, she was quite uncomfortably aware that her teacher knew that she was in a diaper, and she hoped that no one else she met would realize it.
“Alright, but don’t leave the house without eating something,” Marrite nodded. “It isn’t good to try to do a full load of classes without breakfast.”
Nicole sighed and ate the cereal, toast, and orange juice that was set in front of her. She was out the door in less than ten minutes, and Marrite didn’t seem to try too hard to keep her.
“I hope she lets me go back to my room tonight,” Nicole thought to herself, though a nagging in her stomach told her that it was wishful thinking. Her teacher had her where she wanted her, and letting her go back to her room would make it difficult to watch her and make sure she wore diapers at night.
“Ms. Parker,” her math teacher and she reached his office door at the same time. He didn’t look too happy to see her.
“Are you certain you want to study this morning?” he asked her. “I’m not going to listen to excuses even if you tell me you need the toilet this time. As matter of fact, I’ll let you go right now just so it’s not a problem.”
“I just went five minutes ago,” she lied to him. She had no intention of telling him that she was in a diaper.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes sir.”
“Alright, then we do this until class time, agreed?” he looked at her with stern steady brown eyes.
“Yes, I understand, sir. I promise, no moving at all until class time.”
“Alright then, get your math out and let’s see where we left off yesterday.”
Nicole and her math teacher spent an hour and a half getting her homework done, and in the process, she realized what she was doing and could do the problems on her own near the end. To make certain she could, he gave her a few extra practice questions, and he was smiling at her by the end of the session.
“Alright, there is only ten minutes until class, so go take a short break, and I’ll see you in class,” he dismissed her.
Nicole stood up from the seat, her legs nearly asleep from the prolonged position she had been in. She walked down the hall to the end where the vending machines were, and she absently bought some water as she normally did before that class, and started drinking. It was more just her usual behavior than that she was thirsty.
“Hey, Nicole!” a plump chubby cheek Mexican girl called out to her as she took her first swig of cool lemon flavored water.
“Anna!” Nicole returned the enthusiastic greeting.
“Where were you yesterday? I waited for hours for you after lessons.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I got stuck doing some work to catch up for a couple of classes.”
“Oh, I didn’t know you were behind.”
“Well, I have a really strict teacher that makes things hard in her class, and there were some problems in math that I didn’t understand.”
“You know I’m always available if I can help with anything.”
“I know, but as it was, these were really difficult things, and I didn’t want to bother you with them and take all your free time with them.”
“I honestly don’t get the teachers at this school. You’d think we were back in junior high school or worse even prison the way they treat us.”
“I know. What happened, Anna?”
“Well, I couldn’t answer one question on my history homework, so the history teacher wouldn’t take the score and he gave me until the next class period to answer it or I’ll get a zero on the whole assignment.”
“That sucks.”
“Tell me about it. I’d drop his class, but it seems that almost all the teachers here are just like him. Transferring isn’t even an option for me because my marks are so low as it is, and the tuition is only affordable because this was the only school that qualified me to receive any financial aid.”
“My parents insisted that I go there because my mother graduated from this school,” Nicole explained her side. “They said they’d pay everything for me as long as I go to this particular school. I asked them what was so special about this school, and they said it was just the best system in the country these days, and it teaches the students more than just academics.”
“Oh, I can really see that,” Anna said sarcastically. “I think adults are getting dumber and dumber every year. They think they are always right, and that nothing really changes, but I’m quite sure that if your mother really doted on this school, it must have better in her days than it is now.”
“Maybe,” Nicole put her finger to her chin thoughtfully. “Well, we should get to class because we don’t want to be late and be scolded in front of everyone.”
“Yeah, I guess,” Anna agreed with a nod of her head.
They walked to the class door where a few students were still straggling through it, a couple or a small group at a time walking through to find good seats to hear the lecture.
Nicole saw the math teacher, and she ducked her head and walked to her usual seat with Anna sitting right next to her. Not many desks didn’t have a bottle of water sitting on them, and the teacher smiled at all the young ladies. Yes, it was a college specifically for young ladies.
(I would like to have all my American and free world readers realize that this is NOT the land of the free or any real place at all. So bear with me as I tell some quite different and quite unrealistic experiences within the coming paragraphs—as if I haven’t already hinted at such with the above).
“Young ladies, I would like to start class today by informing you that our commission to get more funding for our school has been approved which will make things better for you.”
The girls looked from the teacher to each other. They had been following the news from time to time because the school had been asking the government for extra money since three years before to upgrade different things like their dormitories and certain other areas of the school that made the girls weary about using certain services that the school offered.
“The school board had emailed all your teachers between last night and this morning, and told us all to introduce this bit of news in all our first classes. Tomorrow, you may hear the news again because some teachers do not work today, and if you have a teacher that was off in your first period, then you will hear this again.”
“What kinds of things will be improved?” one of the ladies in the back asked who had red hair and freckles.
“One of the things that has been approved, is the upgrade of your rooms and the broken down bathrooms on campus.”
The girls looked at each other as though they wanted to cheer. They kept their composure, however, and the teacher went on to explain a list of things that will change as well as what the students will have to do to ease this transition.
“Starting tomorrow, you will all be required to wear a school uniform,” the teacher also informed them making a couple of girls groan. “You can pick up your uniforms after your first class at the school auditorium, and you are dismissed for the rest of the day to get those things together. As for our class today, I will simply collect your homework, and then you are free to go.”
Anna smiled over at Nicole as they both stood up to get in line to hand in their homework. Nicole thought it strange for him to collect her homework since he knows she gets it now, and he watched her do the assignment in his office, but she didn’t want anyone else to know that she had needed the extra help, so she got in line without any complaint.
“Uniforms,” Anna whispered to Nicole as they waited in line with exasperation. “This place is more like a prison every day.”
“Tell me about it,” The red haired and freckled Robyn said from behind them. “By the way, Nicole, our dormitory supervisor came by our room yesterday, and she wanted to know why you were not in your own bed.”
“It’s a long story, Robyn, but at least one of the professors knows why. I’m sure that no one will be in trouble once that professor explains things.”
“Oh,” Robyn said as though she understood something that the rest of the listening students didn’t. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered to Nicole. “Was it really harsh?”
“Not too bad,” Nicole said feeling nervous that Robyn might know more about the situation than she wanted her to. This caused her put a hand nervously on her bottom and feel around the top edges of her jeans to make sure there were no tell-tale signs of the secret padding she wore beneath them.
Robyn, seeing Nicole’s reaction, blushed and turned away while she seemed to nervously discover that there was still nothing showing.
Some of the other students didn’t miss that Nicole suddenly got very quiet, red, and nervous, but they didn’t say anything or even stare at her, but rather just pointedly ignored her for a moment or two. Some, however, obviously had no clue as to why Nicole might be nervous or embarrassed and just carried on as usual.
“Your homework,” the teacher looked up at Nicole who had not realized that it was suddenly her turn. “What are you so embarrassed about?”
“Nothing,” Nicole lied handing him the paper. She walked away quite sure that everyone knew what was going on.
Once they were safely away from the math class and from the bulk of other students, Anna turned to face Nicole as they made their way towards the auditorium. They were not particularly walking fast, nor the most direct route there because they didn’t want to be caught up in the crowds and wanted to see what it was like on the approach before committing to going too soon. They both dreaded lines.
“So, what was all that stuff about and the sudden nervousness when it looked like Robyn understood something that I still don’t.”
“Oh, um… it’s nothing.”
“Nicole, I’m your friend. Whatever it is, you can tell me and know I won’t laugh at your or spread rumors about you.”
“I know,” Nicole responded, but she still felt too embarrassed to tell her that she pissed her pants the day before and that she had to wear diapers today.
“Do you think we can stop by the washrooms on the way to the auditorium?” Anna asked her as a way of changing the topic. “I really need to go.”
“Sure. I think the closest one is this way.”
It was quite obvious what they were talking about with need to fix up some of the facilities as they approached this particular restroom. Upon coming to the small building, the first thing everyone could notice was it had no roof because the thing had caved in about a year ago, and the college simply took the pieces out the washrooms and removed the rest of the roof to make it safe enough to use. Inside, because of the lack of a roof, and the door didn’t close with a seal around the edges, the floor was dingy and almost always muddy. Even the toilets were dingy, but at least they were clean on the seats because someone did wash them several times a day.
“This must be the worst bathroom on campus,” Anna commented. “Maybe I should just wait until we get to the auditorium.”
“Do whatever you want,” Nicole shrugged trying to be neutral about it. She knew if it was her, she’d wait. She had never liked bathrooms like this that exposed her too much. Even the stall doors were broken so they didn’t lock.
“Are you going to wait or use a toilet?” Nicole asked wanting to leave the bathroom. She just felt being inside a bathroom was torture since her teacher had explicitly told her that she was not to touch her diaper even to pee. She also hated this bathroom either way because she knew she could never use this one whether she was in a diaper or not. If she were in a cleaner one, she might be tempted to disobey the teacher, after all, if she could get the diaper on just right again, maybe the teacher wouldn’t realize she had messed with it.
“I guess I’ll wait,” Anna said as she opened a partially working stall door to reveal some pee on the floor from someone that either didn’t make it, or someone that had not wanted to sit on the seat and so sprayed everywhere.
“The auditorium isn’t much further,” Nicole encouraged Anna. “You can go there.”
The two girls washed their hands from the habit of exiting the bathroom, or perhaps because of the condition of the place making them feel dirtier than it should have, or whatever. They walked a bit faster now, because Anna did want to get there to pee.
“So, what’s up with you and what’s his name?” Anna asked Nicole.
Nicole had met a very nice boy with short red hair and green eyes that previous Saturday, and they had talked for quite some time that evening before he finally dropped her off at the campus gate at ten o’clock. She was cutting curfew quite close, but it was worth it.
“Oh, Rick? I’m not sure yet,” Nicole shrugged. “I think he wants to see me again though.”
“Why don’t you ask him to come to our culture day this November?” Anna asked Nicole. “He might enjoy that, and it would give him a chance to see your talents.”
“I don’t really have any talents I want to show off,” Nicole said just as they reached the steps to the auditorium.
The two girls looked up the five flights of steps, each one coming to a plateau in a straight line up to the main entrance. There were students lined down two plateaus, and Anna thought it was going to be hell to get in there just to use the bathroom, but right now, she really had to try.
“Do you think they’ll let me in there?”
“I don’t know, but you better try, if you have to go that badly, right?”
Anna nodded and started up the long stair to the line of students.
“Excuse me,” she said as she came to the back of the line.
“Where are you going?” the people in front of her asked.
“I just need to get through to use the bathroom.”
“I’m sorry, but there is no cutting at all. Melissa there asked those in front of her for the same reason, but no one is taking any chances or letting anyone cut, so you’ll just have to wait until it’s your turn to get your uniform.”
As Anna turned to walk away, she saw so many more students coming to get their uniform that she decided that since they were already in line, maybe they should just wait and get their things.
“Yeah, it would be a shame to fight that crowd to get away only to return to find the place still crowded later,” Nicole agreed with her. Secretly, Nicole was almost as bursting as Anna, though she didn’t really know yet how badly Anna wanted to go. She was wearing the diaper, but her body refused to use it just because it was on her. She wasn’t a baby after all.
The line slowly moved two or three students in a few minutes, and Anna was starting to hop from foot to foot.
“You really gotta go?” Nicole looked at her in sympathy as her own body sent strong signals that she tried to ignore because she was scared of someone finding out she was in a diaper.
“Yeah. I wonder how long this line is going to take.”
In front of them, they had not lied about Melissa, and she was also hopping foot to foot.
From somewhere behind them, Nicole thought she heard Angela’s rude voice call out. “Hey, look at that fat Mexican! I think she’s going to pee herself.”
This caused Anna to blush and to try to keep herself a bit more still, but she wasn’t sure that doing so would help her hold it.
“That’s Angie,” Nicole whispered to her. “Don’t worry about what she says. She’s always rude to everyone around her.”
“I’m sure, but why did she have to point me out and say it like that! I’m afraid that she might be right, and I might really wet my pants, but I’m scared to leave the line now.”
“Why? We can always come back later to get our stuff…,” and then Nicole looked behind them again and realized that they would have to fight the crowds going down as it was no longer a neat line. Even ahead of them, the only reason the line seemed to shorten, was that people were now massing out instead of staying in a straight line, though they all seemed to basically be in some kind of order.
“Oh, damn,” Nicole said aloud covering her mouth by habit as she would have been slapped at home for saying that word. “I guess we’re stuck here.”
“Yeah. Let’s just hope they hurry.”
Nicole’s body, kept quite still, and with but a little nervous movement of her left leg, there was no outward sign. On the inside, her pee hole was burning, her bladder was aching, and her muscles were tiring. She even kept coaxing her body to just do it because she knew she was supposed to anyway and with the diaper on, she hoped no one would notice. Still, her body refused to empty itself like that.
Suddenly, Melissa bent half way over holding her stomach, and several girls squealed as they backed away from her. At first, Nicole could see nothing, but that changed as Melissa’s pants darkened, and then a drizzling sound of water hitting concrete filled her ears as the little stream started to run out her pant legs and down the steps.
Melissa started to sob in her hands as she peed her pants in front of the world. She squatted down and keeping her legs together so as if to hide her wetness or maybe to keep her privates warm so she wouldn’t get cold as fast. Her friends around her gathered towards her once the shock of her peeing had subsided, and they put comforting arms around her.
“Come on,” they helped her to her feet. “It won’t solve anything to just stay here. It’s all over, so let’s just get our uniforms and get out of here, okay?”
Melissa wouldn’t move her hands from her face, and she didn’t stand up. She still sat there, now her bottom directly on the puddle of the step with her feel closed around it. She let out little shivers of sobs.
“Come on,” one of her friends prodded her up. “You can’t stay here like this.”
Accidentally touching where her friend was wet, the helpful girl pulled Melissa up to her feet and with the encouragement of the rest of her friends and the many kind words, Melissa finally stood up and walked up the steps in wet jeans.
Anna could feel her own bladder doing backflips and other things to try to keep control, but she wasn’t so sure she was going to make it either. Nicole didn’t care to make it. She was actually trying to get her bladder to relax because she didn’t want anyone to notice that she even had to go. If they realized she was holding it, and then suddenly didn’t have to go anymore then they would surely know she was wearing a diaper.
Anna’s body quivered for a moment as they reached the doors to the auditorium. There was a teacher there, who immediately saw what had happened to Melissa.
“What do you have to say for yourself?” she asked the girl.
“I… I…” and Melissa squatted again and started to sob.
“Get up,” the teacher pulled her up by the arm. “Come with me to get your uniform.”
Anna looked through the doors and saw the bathroom off to the left. She darted into the hall and ran to the toilets. Nicole watched after her wishing that Melissa had made it, too. The burning in her pee hole and the ache in her bladder was getting quite annoying and Nicole debated for a moment as to whether to disobey Marrite and just go to the bathroom, or to try to get it in the diaper.
The lady returned after she had left Melissa somewhere, and as she took the next girl, she noted that someone was missing.
“Did one of the girls leave?” she asked the other students.
“She just went into the bathroom,” another girl answered for Nicole because she was having a hard time controlling her body and deciding whether to go pee in the toilet.
“If she’s not back by her turn, she’ll have to return to the end of the line.”
“She’s after me,” Nicole whispered out through gritted teeth that told everyone that something was wrong.
“Alright. I’ll remember that.”
The lady left with the next girl and went to drop her off. Finally, Nicole felt a few dribbles squeeze past her tiring muscles and pitter-patter into the padding of the diaper. The dribbles soon became a small sizzling stream, and finally into a roaring waterfall that quickly caused the diaper to expand making it feel tight against her jeans. It wasn’t comfortable to wear it like that, she hoped no one noticed, but it was a lot more comfortable to wear a lake inside her diaper than it was to have her privates burning and aching.
Anna came out of the bathroom just as Nicole was called to go with the woman.
“You are just in time,” the woman scolded Anna. “Another moment or two, and you would have had to go to the end of the line. Come with us.”
Anna was dropped off at one door and Nicole was dropped off at another.
Nicole opened the door, and the four women inside asked her to take off her clothes.
“Please, I can’t do that,” Nicole protested. “I… why do I have to?”
“You are going to be measured and then you are going to be given proper school wear to wear out of here.”
“Can’t I just tell you my sizes and take my clothes to my room to change?”
“No. Everyone changes into their first set of clothes here. We are also checking your body for abnormities,” the women told her.
“What abnormities?”
“For one, we are checking for strange bruises, for cuts on your skin, or anything else that indicates that you are not as healthy as you look.”
Nicole sighed. “Um… before I remove my pants, you have to understand something.”
“What is that?”
“My teacher is making me wear… um… she said I have to because I had an accident yesterday, and because I had to miss her class yesterday.”
“What is she making you wear?”
“Diapers,” Nicole hung her head.
“Oh, that’s not a big deal,” one of the women said. “Remove your jeans. You would think though that a college girl could get to the bathroom in time unless you are sick or something?”
“I… I don’t think it’s that. I just had to hold it for too long yesterday.”
“Remove your jeans,” the lady said with a smile.
Nicole sighed and did as she was told. She stripped down to just her diaper which was sagging with all the pee in it, and the four ladies gawked at her for a moment.
“You just peed your pants again, didn’t you?” one of them finally asked her after a few shocked moments of silence.
“Yeah. I’m not allowed to touch the thing. It’s the teacher’s rule. I have to get her to change me.”
“That sounds like a reasonable rule for someone that cannot hold it,” one of the ladies smiled at her. “But I have to take it off of you so I can check your skin. Go ahead and lie down on the cot so I can get it off of you.”
Nicole sighed and did as she was told. The lady then thoroughly checked every inch of her skin, checked her heartbeat, her blood pressure, and other things that including probing her where it is best not to get too deep into here. Finally, with her physical over, they brought out a clean diaper for her which surprised Nicole.
“Even though you are in a diaper,” the women began. “You still need to be in dress code, so put these on.”
Nicole took the light blue with black lacing round the legs and waistband panties, and put them on as she was told. Then she put on a light blue button down blouse and skirt. She was even given two pair of shoes, one for outside wear, and one for inside wear. They gave her a bag with a lot of different clothes in it that she would have to sort through at her room.
“You may go now, and if you must wear diapers, be sure to get some that will fit inside the panties we gave you. If you are out of uniform at all, there will be severe penalties.”
Nicole gulped and nodded and then finally left her face beat red. She saw Anna waiting for her.
“They took a while with you. Nearly five others were finished by the time you came out.”
“I’m sorry,” Nicole whispered to Anna.
“It’s okay. So, since we have the rest of the day, what do you want to do?”
“I think I have to go see that teacher to explain something to her and ask her if I’m allowed to use my room tonight.”
“Oh, okay. Let’s go there, then.”
“Anna, before we do, I have to explain something embarrassing to you. Let’s find a private place to talk, okay?”
“Sure.”
The girls started to walk to Anna’s room to drop her things off. They figured even if her roommate was there, they could find a private corner somewhere around the dormitory that no one was using. |
So this is an actual story like with Chapters I just hope I figure where to put the next Chapter. Hopefully just underneath this one but I hope you guys like it. This is male desperation and it will include some bedwetting later on in the story. The main characters are Harry and Snape because I love them both to death.
Chapter 1
Harry sighed softly as the shifted in his seat, he hated traveling by muggle means they always took so slow. At the moment he was sitting in the backseat of a muggle automobile also known as a car and was going to his Professor's Manor. Why they couldnt floo was besides him. Why the hell did he hve to spend his Dursely free summer with Snape of all people? He squirmed in his seat again, and looked out the window. He really needed to pee, and was getting borderline desperate as the minutes ticked by. Snape was sitting in the drivers seat, leaving Harry to ponder when his teacher learned to drive. He thankfully was sitting in the back, needing space to lie down, which also meant that he could hold himelf if he needed to.
20 minutes rolled by and found Harry giving himself occasional squeezes to keep his liquid in. Snape was still driving along having not noticed a thing was wrong with his charge. He didnt want to embarrass himself in front of Snape of all people, giving the man more things to taunt him with, so he better speak up.
"Professor, how long until we get there?"
"We'll be there in about 6 hours Potter."
"Oh, do you think we could stop at a petrol station sir?"
"Why? Surely your not hungry, if I recall there is food in the basket on the floor."
"No sir I'm not hungry."
"Then what did you need?" Snape asked getting annoyed.
"I just wanted to..uh...stretch my legs sir." He replied hurridley, somewhere along the way his courage vanished.
"Right, have you forgotten that you are a horrible liar Potter?"
"Sorry sir"
"What did you really need?" Snape pressed.
"The loo sir," Harry finally whispered.
"I see," was all the man said.
Harry was grateful that the man had dropped the subject but his bladder was still throbbing and the man never actually said he was going to stop somewhere. Harry found himself involuntarily gasping and moaning softly in an effort to keep it all in. The last time he had used the toilet was that morning when they left Hogwarts. It was now 2:00pm and he really needed to relieve himself, or he would soon have a humilating situation on his hands.
Severus could hear the boy quite cleary behind him making noises, surely the boy didn’t have to go that bad? Of course he was putting on extra for the attention, since he was acting Severus figured he wouldn't mind waiting.
“Sir please can you pull over?” Harry finally begged, tears springing into his eyes.
“No Potter, I’ll pull over in about an hour. You are 12 years old and not a baby so I know that you can and will hold it.”
“I really cant sir, I’m not even joking.”
“1 hour Potter, now cease this incessant talking.”
Harry now had his left hand firmly grasped in his pants, he knew his teacher was cruel but he never imagined the man would stoop this low. What part of he had to pee didn’t he get? He felt a spurt of pee leak out into his boxers before whimpering to himself, he was going to wet himself soon he just knew it. He quickly blinked away the traitorous tears that threathned to fall, and focused on his bladder. As another spurt followed, he found himself frozen in fear, he was going to wet himself in the man’s car.
Severus looked discreetly in the mirror where he could check on the boy. The child’s face was beet red and he looked like he was struggling to hold back more then just the tears in his eyes. He had thought the boy was pretending but now he was having second guesses on that.
“Potter, when was the last time you used the loo today?”
“When I woke up this morning sir,” the boy said as he sniffled.
“And you did not think to inform me of this why?”
“I didn’t think it was important sir,” he answered.
“Foolish child, of course it’s important. The next rest area isnt for another 30 minutes do you think you can hold it?” Severus asked, he was already annoyed with himself for not believing the child, and annoyed with the boy for not speaking up sooner.
Harry felt himself nodding that he could but on the inside he knew he couldn’t. He was slowly leaking and he casually looked down to see if his blue jeans had a spot. They didn’t but he knew that if he couldn’t hold on they would. Suddenly he sat rimrod in his seat, as a 2 second spurt leaked into his pants, he could feel his bum getting wet. And ingoring the tears that were now falling freely down his face he squirmed with all his might to keep it in. As he was fighting his bladder, his Professor suddenly swered the car startling Harry. Spurt after spurt came out, and by the time he gained control the back of his pants were soaked. He could feel the pee dripping down his leg. He was wet and when he got out Snape would know what he did. What was worse was that he still had to go really badly.
“Are you alright there Potter?”
“Yes sir, what happened?” Harry asked trying to keep his voice from cracking on his tears.
“There was a dead animal in the road.”
“Oh, are we almost there sir?”
“In about 15 more minutes we should be. How are you holding up Potter?”
“I’m fine sir,” Harry stated miserably.
“Are you sure, you don’t sound fine.”
“I am sir,” Harry answered.
He rocked back in forth trying to keep the remaining pee in, for all it was worth. They had just taken the exit when all of a sudden Harry gasped loudly, startling Snape. His poor bladder just had enough of the abuse and forcibly released itself all over the man’s car. He heard the sound of his pee hitting the floor and he was sure that Snape could hear it too, but the man never said a word.
Severus looked in the mirror at the boy who had a look of intense fear in his eyes, he could already guess what happened by the look in the boy's eyes. His face really was an open book at times. They were both at fault here, him for not thinking to take the child's needs into account and the boy for not speaking up. But he shook his head at that, the boy did speak up, he just didnt believe him. Shaking his head at his stupidity this was exactly the kind of thing his father had done to him as a kid, and he knew how the boy felt.
It was warm and flowing out of him like someone had turned on the tap and left it on. He tried to stop it but he had no more control over his body, and he sagged in relief. As he finished he found he couldn’t say anything if he tried, he only hoped the man wouldn’t tease him for this. They pulled into the petrol station and parked.
“I don’t need it anymore sir,” Harry finally whispered his throat thick with tears.
“I realize that Mr. Potter, but I figured you wanted to clean up.” Snape replied gently.
“Yes sir, I don’t want to go in there and have them see me like this.”
“Mr Potter I am a wizard am I not?” Snape asked sarcastically.
“Yes sir”
“I will spell you clean, stand by the car please.”
Harry slowly got out the car, his trousers were now a very dark blue and when he stood up his pee from the trousors ran into his shoes, it was a horrible squishy feeling. The seat in the man’s car was soaked and the floor looked like someone had wasted a liter of water in it, but the smell gave it away that it wasn’t just water. He felt the rush of warmeth from the spell as it cleaned him. He made no eye contact with his teacher, he kept his face low to the ground and scrubbed his face with the back of his hand. He was 12 as the man had pointed out, and 12 year olds do not have accidents. He got back into the car when the man finished and layed down on the back seat tears once again springing into his eyes. Covering his head with his blanket Harry softly cried himself into an uneasy sleep.
Edited December 14, 2011 by SeverusSnapeFan
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Chapter 3
While Harry was washing his hands, he looked in the mirror to find he was in a pair of pajamas he had never seen before. Speaking of which how did he get from the car to the bed? Did Snape carry him? He shook his head in confusion before opening the door and walking back into the room. Keeping his head low and his eyes on the floor he quickly got back into bed. He heard his teacher return to the bathroom, and then the shower was on. He was asleep before his Professor left the loo. The next morning found Harry waking up really early and dashing to the loo to take care of his morning duties. When he walked back into the room his teacher was still asleep. Walking over to the man’s beside he stared at the man who had made his life hell for the past 2 years. Acting on impulse he stretched his finger towards the man’s nose intending to poke it to see if it would make a sound. He knew it was childish but he couldn’t help it. As he was mere inches away from touching Snape’s nose, the man spoke.
“Don’t even think about it Potter,” he said eyes still closed.
Harry said nothing, trying to figure out how the man knew what he was doing. Oh well since he didn’t know what to do, he returned to his bed and turned on the telly. 1 hour later they were on the road and back into the car, only this time Snape made him ride up front. Harry didn’t mind, the view was better in the front anyway. He ate some food from the basket and drank a little juice being careful not to drink too much. Even though he was still thirsty he did not want to end up like yesterday so he was content to remain parched. That is until Snape realized that he was going to dehydrate himself if he kept that up, and unless he wanted to get sick in the summer he would do well do drink a little more water at least. Harry fell asleep 25 minutes after he had eaten, and woke up to Snape pulling off the roadway. He felt a twinge in his bladder but it was manageable, still he wanted to know where they were.
“Are we nearly there sir?”
“Just about, we’ll be there in about 1 hour. Did you need me to stop somewhere?”
Harry blushed, and looked out the window to hide it. He only had an hour until they arrived at Snape’s Manor, and he didn’t want to get the man annoyed with him by saying yes. He would feel comfortable stopping but it wasn’t bad.
“No sir, I’m fine.”
Severus didn’t say anything he just quickly glanced to the child next to him. The boy wasn’t fidgeting or squirming in his seat so he took it as a good sign. The rest of the drive to the Manor was quiet as the boy silently stared out the window. When they had finally arrived Severus got their things from the trunk of the car before leading the child into the house.
“Wait here while I go do a sweep of the house.”
“What are you looking for sir?”
“Nothing, I just want to make sure all the wards are intact and that no dangerous artifacts are lying about. We both know what kind of trouble you can get in when tempted.”
“Oh,” Harry murmured.
While Snape went upstairs Harry gave himself a small self tour around the house. He didn’t open any doors because he wasn’t trying to get into any trouble his first day there. Not that he was trying to get into trouble, for once he was practicing caution. Entering the kitchen he grabbed the food that was in the basket and put it in the fridge. He walked back to the sitting room to find that Snape was still not back yet. Harry shuffled his feet, and shifted his weight from left to right. Now that he was standing up gravity decided it wanted to touch his bladder. He found himself looking intently at the staircase hoping the man would magically reappear.
“Professor, where are you?” Harry called up the stairs.
But if he was expecting an answer he was disappointed, for no one replied. He tried to sit down on the couch and found himself squirming even more to keep it in. Where the hell was Snape? Harry sighed angrily, he really had to pee and the man was nowhere to be found. As his bladder jolted he bolted upright from the sofa, he had already defiled the man’s car, and he had no intention of ruining his sofa, even if magic could repair it. Since no one was around to see, he ignored his pride and grabbed himself tightly between the legs. His left leg jiggled uncontrollably and the more he thought about it, the more he felt he had to go
“Oh,” he gasped as he leaked a few drops into his boxers.
He needed the toilet, maybe he could search for one. Snape couldn’t get angry with him for looking for one, could he? He lifted his right leg and then the other, but nothing seemed to be helping his current predicament. He crouched down on the ground which turned out to be a mistake because his bladder released a spurt that left a small circle of wetness near his crotch. He quickly stood back up, willing the stupid tears that were shining bright in his eyes, not to fall. He figured he could try to call Snape again, hopefully this time he would answer.
“Professor, please where are you?” He moaned out.
“Here Potter what did you need?”
“Uh... I was just wondering, what I’m supposed to be doing is all sir.” Harry lied; he was embarrassed to tell his teacher of his need, with good reason too.
Severus raised one eyebrow as he looked at the child, who he knew was indeed lying to him. What was going on? Did the boy break something? He wouldn’t put it past Potter to destroy his things.
“Did you break something Potter?” He asked cautiously.
“No sir, I haven’t touched a thing, except to put the food away.”
“Good keep it that way, now go sit quietly and I’ll come get you when I’m done.”
“How long is that going to take sir?” Harry pestered he wasn’t sure he could hold on that long.
“Why do you want to know Potter? Is there something more pressing that you need to take care of?” Severus asked as he sneered.
“No…I mean…yes…uh…never mind sir,” Harry stammered out. What was wrong with him? Why couldn’t he just admit his need and be done with it?
“Once again Potter, you are a terrible liar. Would you like to try the truth now?”
“Which door leads to the loo sir?” Harry whispered softly, half hoping that his teacher didn’t hear him, but when it seemed he didn’t hear he was distraught. Now he had to repeat what he said louder the next time.
“I didn’t hear you Potter, speak up.”
“It’s not important sir, sorry for bothering you,” Harry answered politely as he walked into the kitchen to get away from his Professor’s gaze.
He contemplated going outside in the backyard but since the Manor had wards it would alert Snape to what he was doing. For the next 25 minutes Harry did all he could to hold it, and by the time his teacher came down he was frantic with desperation.
Severus entered to the kitchen to find that the child was working himself into a state. He had his legs crossed so tight Sev was afraid that he would hurt himself. The way the boys limbs were wrapped up around him reminded him of a pretzel. Harry’s face was flaming but he couldn’t tell if it was from exhaustion or embarrassment or both. What are the odds that he gets stuck with the 12 year old who seems to be afraid to ask for the loo. Before he could say anything about what he was seeing in front of him the child spoke, or at least that what he seemed to be trying to do. In reality it came out as a bunch of garbled words that he had to strain to understand. But he guessed exactly what the boy was trying to say.
“I...need…loo Professor,” Harry stated when he saw the man in the doorway.
“Fairly bad if I’m not mistaken child. Mr. Potter, why do you wait until the last minute to inform me of your need?”
Harry shook his head vehemently; he didn’t have time for this. Didn’t Snape understand that he was 1 step away from watering the kitchen floor?
“Emergency sir, please where is it?” Harry moaned out, his motions becoming more and more anxious as he waited for an answer.
Severus didn’t really want to deal with a crying Potter again, he didn’t like the way his heart thumped painfully when he had seen those green eyes full of tears. He turned and addressed the boy who seemed to be doing all he could to hold on.
“Go past the stair, the 2nd door on the left is the toilet.”
Harry nodded that he understood the directions but he didn’t move. He knew the minute he moved his legs he was going to wet. What was he supposed to do now?
“What the hell are you waiting for Potter; I thought you urgently needed the toilet?”
“I do sir,” Harry answered back, voice full of agony.
“Then why haven’t you moved then?”
“Because I can’t sir,” Harry answer eyes down cast again.
“What do you mean you can’t Potter?”
“I can’t move my legs sir,” Harry answered and was now blushing a red so deep Severus feared he might choke.
Severus sighed audibly before slowly walking over to the boy and picking him up. He heard the boy gasp, he hoped it was from shock and not lost of bladder. He would really hate to get pee on him when he was trying to do a good thing.
“Potter, if you pee on me you will be in detention for the first month we get back to school.”
“I won’t sir,” Harry answered.
Severus walked quickly down the hall and into the toilet where he promptly deposited the boy in front of the bowl. He was starting to walk away when he heard the boy whimper, what was the blasted boy waiting for?
“Potter, you little imbecile what are you waiting for? Are you trying to have an accident?”
“No sir, I just can’t unbuckle my trousers is all.”
“Merlin please give me strength,” Severus whispered before helping the boy with his buckle.
“I…thank you sir,” Harry whispered blushing before the only sound was his liquid forcibly hitting the water.
“Couldn’t you have waited until I left the room Potter?” He said to himself not really expecting an answer before exiting the toilet.
As he waited for the boy to finish, he knew that they would need to go over some rule. Not just rules of the house, but rules regarding Potter and his toilet duties. He had to learn not to wait until the last minute. Speaking of which why did he do that in the first place? |
Chapter 4
This is a pretty normal chapter, sorry to dissappoint anyone, but as you will see this had to happen or the story wouldnt have sounded right. The next chapter will feature the bedwetting I warned you guys about so if you dont like that...what am I saying...this is a omo site lol
Harry finished up and flushed and took his time washing his hands. He knew he was stalling but he did not want to have a talk with Snape. He knew it was only a matter of minutes before the man knocked on the door to see what taking so long. Why couldn’t he just ask like a normal person? Its natural and everybody does it right? He shook his head, Snape wouldn’t understand. The Durselys never let him go when he wanted to, he had to wait until they let him out, or when he could sneak away. How did he know that his Professor wouldn’t do the same thing they did? He breathed deeply trying to calm himself, it would do no good to hyperventilate and give the man another thing to question. Harry finally opened and the door and then flinched back strongly. Snape was standing with his fist up ready to pound it into Harry’s face who replaced the door.
“Hi sir,” Harry whispered edging himself away and around the man’s fist.
He didn’t like the way Snape narrowed his eyes at his behavior. It wasn’t his fault he just didn’t want to get hit, it was a reflex to get out of the way.
“Come Potter, we need to have a talk.”
“About what sir?” Harry asked hoping his instincts were wrong.
“About the rules of my house, and your current behavior.”
“My current behavior? But I haven’t done anything wrong yet sir.”
“You say yet Mr. Potter, were you planning on getting into trouble this summer?”
“No sir, I was just saying…” Harry trailed off knowing it was pointless to continue. He sat on the chair opposite the couch, and waited for Snape to begin.
“That’s not what I was talking about Mr. Potter; I was referring to your inability to tell someone when you need the loo. Tell me Mr. Potter, are you 12 or 6?”
Harry blushed, yup he was right and he didn’t want to talk about this, not now not ever.
“I’m sorry sir, I didn’t mean to and I won’t do it again.” Harry replied in the tone that always worked with his Uncle Vernon.
“That’s not what I asked you did I? Answer the question Potter,” Severus answered annoyance in his voice.
“I’m 12 years old sir,” Harry said deliberately not replying to the first question.
“Prove it then, answer the other question.”
“What was the question sir?” Harry asked stalling for time.
“Potter…” Snape trailed off as he glared at the child across from him.
“I didn’t want to bother you sir,” Harry stated dejectedly.
“Explain what you mean.”
“Well since I’m going to be spending the entire summer with you, I didn’t want to do something to annoy you because then you would make my life hell this summer.”
“Language Potter, you think I would get upset with you needing the loo?”
“Yes sir, I didn’t want to be a nuisance.”
“That’s the stupid thing I have ever heard you say Potter. Using the loo is natural even I use it, and I would never deny a child that right.”
“Yes sir,” Harry replied evenly. He didn’t believe the man one but he wanted this conversation over as soon as possible. His stomach was churning from all the anxiety and he didn’t like the feeling one bit.
“You are to ask me if you don’t know where the loo is. If we are eating and you need to go just ask to be excused and you can go. If we end up going somewhere, I would rather you let me know when you need the loo instead of waiting until the very last second. Is there anything else that I should know?”
No sir,” Harry answered head down in embarrassment, that was easier said then done. Everyone knows old habits die hard.
“Good”
Harry smiled that this talk was finally over or so he thought.
“You didn’t give me the whole answer, why don’t you tell anyone when you have to go. The truth this time Potter, don’t bother lying I can tell the difference.”
“I don’t have an answer to that sir, I’m sorry.”
“That’s fine; just try to break this habit of waiting until the last minute.”
“Yes sir.”
“Now come on, let me show you around the house, and your room.”
After the tour of the house when Snape left him alone in his room, Harry laid down on the bed and smiled widely, finally a room he could call his even if it was only for the summer. He unpacked his clothes and picked out a book from the bookshelf. He got so engrossed in the book that he didnt look up again until he heard Snape calling him down for dinner. He quickly washed and headed downstairs. Dinner was a quiet affair, it was odd he knew that his teacher ate of course having seen him in the Great Hall during meals, but eating with the man just seemed so personal. As he was finishing his dessert Snape finally spoke the first words since calling him to dinner.
“You are to be in bed at 9:30pm tonight, and before you protest I haven’t decided on your set bedtime. At the moment I would like to get some sleep without worrying about you being up, when I’m not.”
“Oh yes sir,” Harry knew better then to protest, it didn’t work at school and he knew it wouldn’t work here either.
He headed to the loo to take a shower, and got into his pajamas. He returned to his book on the bed, and was nearly at the end when Snape came in to tell him goodnight. This was very weird; the only thing missing was him getting tucked in. He shook his head at that absurd thought as if Snape would do that for him. Harry smiled as he dug deeper into his cozy blankets, just when he was nearly asleep his he felt a twinge in his bladder. He ignored it, many times he had to go while locked in his room and he lasted the whole night with no problem. Besides he was way too comfortable to even think about moving, so he just rolled over on his side and let sleep overtake him.
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Chapter 5
*Dream Sequence*
Harry was walking through a forest, he had no clue where he was or where he was headed. The only clue he had was to follow the river, he had read somewhere that when your lost you can always find your way home by the river. He was really relaxed; he had never felt such peace and a part of him didn’t want to leave. The other part of him was making itself known the longer he ignored it. While the water was leading him in the right direction, it was also doing things to his bladder. Since he was in the forest his didn’t have any problems with peeing on a tree, after all he was a boy.
Not wanting to risk wetting his pants here when he didn’t have to, and since he didn’t have to worry about asking anyone he headed for the nearest tree. When he got to it he struggled to unbuckle his belt and trousers, and he freed himself. He sighed in relief as he let go, it was pouring out of him and he didn’t even know he had to go that bad. As he was peeing he felt his trousers getting warm, and he looked down to see if he had accidently sprayed his self but he was dry. He ignored the feeling in favor to finish peeing, but it seemed like he would never stop.
Harry awoke with a gasp; he could feel the wetness soaking through his pajama pants as he continued peeing. He tried to grab himself to stop but he was too far gone, and all he ended up was soaking his hands with pee. He couldn’t believe he had wet the bed, and at Snape’s house no less. What if the man found out, what would he do to him? He tried not to cry, but the tears ignored him and it was all he could do to keep the whimpers at bay. What was he going to do now? He finally finished and by that moment, the bed covers, the mattress and he himself were completely drenched in pee. He tried to stifle a sob but he couldn’t hold it in, he was 12 for Merlin’s sake, and 12 year olds did not wet the bed.
He slowly got out of bed he did not like the way his pants were sticking to him, not to mention the pee was getting cold, and itchy. Trying to quiet his cries, he tore off the covers wondering if the man had a house elf. Not really thinking it would work Harry softly whispered to the air;
“House elf?”
He jumped when a house elf appeared out of the blue in his room, he didn’t actually think it would work. But now that it had he wasn’t about to spend any longer in his wet clothes then he had too.
“Young Master Harry called Tigger, hows may I helps you?”
“Hi Tigger, I wet my bed, do you think you could help me?” Harry asked red-faced with tears still running down.
“Of course Young Master, Tigger wills be right back with yous clean sheets, and clothes.” Yous should go take a shower while Tigger cleans this mess up.”
“Ok, I will and thank you Tigger,” Harry replied a tiny smile gracing his face.
“It’s Tigger pleasure Young Master,” He replied before popping out of the room.
Harry grabbed his stuff he couldn’t believe his luck, he only hoped that the shower wouldn’t wake Snape up. He glanced at the clock, it was 3:00am and Merlin knew he couldn’t explain what happen without making more of a fool of his self to the man. He was actually kind of happy for a moment, glad that he wasn’t about to get caught. He stuck his head out the door, and when he saw that it was clear he sprinted to the toilet. He turned the handle but it was locked, why was it locked?
“Potter, I’m in here go use the other one.”
Harry stared wide eyed for about 3 seconds before sprinting to the next loo. He quickly threw off his clothes and got into the shower. Taking his specialty showers like he was back at the Durselys he was clean and washed in the next 5 minutes. When he got out the shower, he saw that his wet clothes were gone and replaced with new clean pajamas. They were warm when he put them on and he walked back to his room, hoping that he wouldn’t run into Snape. He didn’t and Harry got back into the bed, and laid down. A part of him was still tired but another part was afraid of falling asleep because he could wet again. He soon nodded off an hour later, and when Snape came into the room to wake him up for breakfast he was happy to note that his bed was dry. In the morning hours it was easier for him to pretend that nothing happened.
“Did you sleep well last night Mr. Potter?”
“Yes sir I did, did you sir?”
“I slept well.”
“Good to know sir,” Harry replied before turning back to his food.
“What are your plans today?”
“I don’t know, I was hoping I could fly my broom in the yard. If that’s ok I mean?”
“You can, just make sure you pay attention to the boundary line for the wards. Ignoring them will send you with a nasty warning shock, so you should be careful.”
“Oh ok, and yes sir I will.”
After breakfast Harry worked a little on his homework, he didn’t want the man to ban him from flying and he knew he would if he didn’t do his work. By the time lunch came around Harry had yet to fly, but on the bright side he had finished both his History of Magic essay, and Charms essay. Tomorrow he would work on the other assignments but as of right now he was finished with work. He headed down to the kitchen for lunch, and enjoyed the puzzle look the man had when he emerged from up the stairs instead of outside.
“I thought you were going to be flying today?”
“I am, but I just wanted to start my summer homework. That way once it’s done I can have more free time.”
“Hmm...is there a reason you don’t think like this while we are in school?” Severus asked, he would never admit it to the child but he was indeed impressed.
“Well school is different sir,” Harry replied before taking a bit out of his sandwich.
“Which assignments did you finish?”
“Charms and History of Magic sir,” Harry answered.
“Good, at this rate you can be done by the time the week is over.”
“I hope so sir,”
“What were your plans after lunch?”
“I was going to go flying, I mean if that’s still ok?” Harry asked through his fringe.
“My answer is the same just pay attention to the wards like I said.”
“Yes sir,”
Harry finished his food and excused himself to his room where he got his broom and headed outside in the back yard. He wished he had a snitch to play with, but once he was in the air it didn’t matter anymore, he was free. When Snape called him for dinner, he had this enormous smile on his face and he was sure that nobody would be able to destroy. He was right, not even Snape’s sneers made him unhappy, and he went to bed that night feeling good.
Harry was walking through the forest again, and following the river like before, only this time he knew that he should not pee here. Not if he wanted to wake up in a wet bed, and he didn’t. The urge got stronger every passing minute and finally remembering something he had seen on the telly, he pinched himself.
He woke up rubbing the sore part of the arm, maybe he shouldn’t have pinched so hard. The clock read 1:30am this time, oh well he got out of bed and headed to the toilet, he opened the door and walked in. As he was heading to the toilet, he suddenly felt wetness spread all down his legs and he looked at the floor in shock, he was wetting himself in the loo. How could this have happened? What was going on with his body? He didn’t want to call Tigger again, he was embarrassed enough besides he was in the bathroom, and it was so much easier to clean up. Trying to stop the flow of tears, he angrily swiped at his eyes; he was tired of crying too. He reached down to look into the cabinet to check to see if Snape had any cleaning supplies, he saw a bleach cleaner and he looked around for a sponge there wasn’t one. He had contemplated using his own towel, but then he remembered it was in the other loo, and not the one he was currently in.
He stepped across the tiles to grab the toilet roll and slipped on the foot of his pants causing the bottle of cleaner to fall, and him to knock into the wall. He instantly froze, he knew he was loud he only hoped Snape didn’t wake up from his noise. He strained his ears for anything but found no disturbance that his Professor was up. Reaching for the bottle on the floor, he quickly grabbed some tissue and was about to start mopping it all up when he heard a knock on the door. He stilled instantly and tried to sound as normal as possible, which wasn’t all that great considering he was still crying.
“Potter what is going on in there?”
“Nothing sir, I’m just using the loo.”
“What part of the loo are you using to make that much noise?”
“Just the toilet sir,” Harry replied trying to casually mop up the pee. Trying to be careful proved pointless because he knocked over the bottle again.
“That doesn’t sound like your using the toilet Potter, again what are you doing?”
“Nothing sir,” Harry replied frantically hoping the man would take his word for it.
“That doesn’t sound like nothing, I’m coming in Potter.” Severus replied turning the handle.
“No Professor don’t, please don’t come…” Harry trailed off in horror as he teacher stood with his arms crossed in the doorway.
“Potter it is the middle of the night, what do you think your do…” Severus broke off the rest of his sentence when he took a good look at the child in front of him.
The floor beneath the boy was wet, and had it not been for the color he would have assumed it was water. But he knew it wasn’t even without the smell giving it away because the boy’s pants were also wet in the liquid. He sighed quietly to himself, just his luck he had to come see what the brat was doing. The boy had his head down but hearing the sniffles come from that direction he had no doubt that the boy was crying.
“What happened in here Potter?” Severus asked before pulling out his wand to banish away the mess.
“I don’t know sir,” Harry stated unhappily.
“I think you do, just tell me what happened so we can get you cleaned up and back to bed.”
“I woke up because I needed the loo so I walked to the toilet. But when I was almost there it just came out, I don’t know why it did. I’m really, really, sorry sir,” Harry finished gasping on his sobs.
“It was an accident Potter, and it’s not your fault,” Severus murmured tiredly. He was so not in the mood to deal with a crying child, not this late in the night.
Severus waved his wand towards the boy who tensed and then relaxed when he realized that all it did was clean him up and add a freshening charm. Putting his hand on the boy’s shoulder he led him back to his room. He put the boy to bed and tucked him in, ignoring the quiet cries of the child. Conjuring up a towel he wiped the tear streaked cheeks of the boy and gently brushed the messy hair back from his forehead. What the heck was he doing? Shaking his head and blaming it on being deprived of sleep, he turned off the light and went back to his room.
Harry laid there in the darkness wondering if that was really Snape, or was it an imposter. If it was really his Professor, then why was he being so nice to him? He actually tucked him in, and wiped his tears away almost like what a dad would do. He even played with his hair; Harry only hoped that maybe Snape would get a chance to do it again. He enjoyed pretending to be someone else’s child. Snape took care of him when he had an accident just like a real parent would do, would his Professor only care then, or does he really and truly care for Harry?
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There is no wetting in this Chapter as well, I didnt have it in my heart to hurt Harry anymore then I'm already doing lol, This chapter is setting up the next few chapters so.. it was also needed, in case you guys havent noticed this is a Sevitus/guardian type story, never written one with Omo in it so I appreciate all your reviews for telling me how I'm doing. Anyways on to the story...
Chapter 6
For the next 2 weeks Harry wet his bed everynight, it got to the point where he didn’t even need to call Tigger, the house elf already knew to come. It was tiring and he was passed humilation but he wouldn’t tell Snape. What would that solve? Every morning was a struggle to get up, because after he woke up and changed the bed and sheets and clothes, he never could go back to sleep. He was always afraid that he might wet himself again, and when Snape came to wake him up the man would find out. Harry was a walking zombie and he hoped the man hadn’t noticed. He slowly trudged downstairs to the kitchen where he was trying to prevent himself from falling asleep face first in his eggs. He was so tired and could barely think straight that when Tigger came out to give Snape his coffee he spoke to him.
“Good morning Tigger,” Harry tiredly said.
“Hello young master Harry,” Tigger replied.
“Potter, how do you know my house elf?”
“Tigger my friend, he helps me sir,” Harry answered nodding off.
“How does he help you? Potter be careful before you knock over your plate.”
“Sorry sir, may I be excused?”
“No, you have barely touched your food. Finish your plate like usual and then you can leave.”
“Yes sir”
Severus watched the boy struggle to stay away and finish his food to no avail. When he looked up from his paper, he saw that Potter had fallen asleep face first in his food. What was wrong with the child? Was he sick? Was he not getting enough sleep? He didn’t know what was going on with the child, but he figured Tigger might know.
“Tigger, do you know why Mr. Potter is so tired?”
“Yes sir, he’s waking up every night.”
“He’s having nightmares?”
“No sir, he’s having…” Tigger trailed off. He knew that young master Harry didn’t want his Professor to know, but he was alsot Tigger’s master.
“Tigger, what is it? If it’s something important I have to know, so I can help him.”
“Tigger cannot say, young master made me promise not to tell you. But it’s nothing bad, he’s just very embarrassed to tell you.”
Severus pondered what that could be for a second before he dismissed the house elf. Albus wanted him and Potter to get along this upcoming year, and had suggested that he take the boy some place to have fun. Severus didn’t have a problem with that, after all in the past 2 weeks the boy hadn’t got into any trouble, not to mention he was stuck in a house with only his Potions Professor. As loathe as he was to admit it the child deserved a break. Feeling a strange feeling in his chest as the thought of spending time with the child, he passed it off as indegestion before telling Tigger to pack a lunch and, and put it in the car. He then went to Potter’s room and attempted to pack his clothes.
Attempted was the key word, because everything in the boy’s trunk was rags, how hadnt he noticed this in the past few weeks? Scrunching his face in disgust he just decided to buy the child some new clothes on the way. He packed the boy’s photo album just in case, knowing how sentimental children could be, before he went and got his own things. He headed back downstairs where Potter was still asleep, only Tigger had removed his plate from his face. He picked the boy up, shaking his head at the child’s weight, before walking out to the car. Laying the boy across the backseat, he buckled him in and got into the drivers seat before he headed down the highway. Every once in a while he would glance in the rearview mirror to check on the boy.
Harry woke up slowly, he felt so rested, and for once he was dry. He smiled softly to himself before he realized he was moving. Opening his eyes, he saw that he was once again back into the car. Where were they going? And more importantly how long until they arrived there? Harry happened to look up at the same time Snape glanced in the mirror, and quickly turned away to avoid all eye contact with the man.
Severus knew that when the boy woke up he would need the loo, nearly everyone did. He saw that an exit was a 2 miles away and he planned on stopping there, so no accidents could occur.
“Where are we going sir?”
“Oh we will be spending the week at a hotel where you can experience firsthand the muggle entertainment experience.”
“Oh, like what kind of things,” Harry asked ignoring the dread in his stomach that he would probably end up sharing a room with his teacher. How was he supposed to hide his bedwetting then?
“Amusement Parks, football games, camping trips, I havent fully decided yet. Was there anyplace that you were intrested in?”
“No sir, anything is fine with me.”
“Good to know Potter, we will be stopping in a little bit, so put your shoes on.”
“Yes sir, how long is a little bit?”
“About 10 minutes, or is that a problem?” Severus asked resisting the urger to sneer.
“No sir, that’s fine, thank you,” Harry replied gratefully.
When they pulled off the roadway Harry although confused, said nothing. Since when did Snape actually listen to him? They stopped at a petrol station where Harry went in and used the loo before they took off again. He found the quietness of the car not uncomfortable like one with think being in the car with his most hated Professor. Ron would never believe him if he told him that there was just something calming about the man’s presence. He always felt so protected when he was near the man, he relished in that feeling.
Harry didn’t know when they were stopping at their destination and since he had no pressing needs he was content enough to stay silent. He ate a bit of food from the basket, forgoing the drink knowing that he would probably be going to sleep again. Laying down on the seat once again, he fell asleep to the soft humming from the man in the driver’s seat and the wind through his hair.
Edited December 20, 2011 by SeverusSnapeFan
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Sorry I didnt update yesterday, was way to tired to post, Umm if you havent noticed every other chapter has a type of omo, the chapters in beetween are there because they need be. Although some might have a bit of desperation, just because lol...I dont want to keep putting up warnings and stuff call me lazy, but I dont care at the moment, work is killing me lol.
Chapter 7
Harry awoke to a gently rocking motion and he slowly opened his eyes to see what was going on. He eyes widen in shock, but apart from that he had yet to move, he was in his Professor’s arms. Why was the man carrying him? Oh well, he wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth, and he closed his eyes and pretended that he was still sleeping. When they arrived to their room, the man gently laid him on the bed before he felt a sensation and he was now in pajamas. Letting the man tuck him in, he softly sighed contently as the man carded his fingers through his hair.
“Sleep well child,” the man whispered before walking away and shutting the door.
Harry sighed again, wanting to savor the moment a little bit longer. But he knew he had to get up soon, if he accidently fell asleep before he had a chance to use the loo again, anything could happen. This week he was going to take extra precautions so the man wouldn’t suspect a thing. He wondered if it would be possible to call Tigger from here, but then dismissed that idea. A house elf’s pop would definitely wake the man up, and he did not want that, guess he was on his own. He got up and stood in front of the door to the toilet, but he didn’t knock this time. He didn’t really want to disturb the man but it wasn’t like he could wait the entire time, knowing his luck he would fall asleep the minute the man exited the loo. He sighed again, what was he going to do?
“Do you need to use the loo Potter?”
Harry startled badly and would have fell head first into the door if a hand hadn’t caught him. He turned around, what the hell was the man doing behind him? Wasn’t he supposed to be in the shower? Harry said nothing; he knew the confusion was plain on his face for the world to see, with great effort he managed to pull his expression to that of boredom. The man’s eyes narrowed, apparently he saw straight through that.
“Is it locked Potter, why are you waiting out here?”
“You weren’t in the room, so I thought that you were in the loo. I didn’t want to disturb you like last time, so I was going to wait.”
“That was completely unnecessary you foolish child, for we both know what happens when you have to wait for the loo.”
Harry blushed and ducked his head in shame, and once again he was reminded why his Professor could never know about his nighttime habits. He would only make fun of him; he was just like the Durselys in a way, a bully.
Severus saw the boys head fall, and he resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Merlin save me from overly sensitive children, he thought. He did not mean anything by his comment but the boy’s reaction shown otherwise.
“Potter, I did not say that to be mean, I was simply stating a fact child; do you still need the loo?”
Harry didn’t answer he didn’t think he could talk without his voice cracking. He knew exactly what the Professor meant, and he wouldn’t forget it. He stiffly nodded his head making sure his eyes stayed low to the ground, before turning around and quickly walking into the loo. He took a chance look into the mirror, his face was red and his eyes were shining brightly from unshed tears.
His Professor called him foolish, basically calling him stupid, unlike in school this time Harry was sure he meant it. On the bright side it at least was an upgrade from what the Durselys called him which was freak. Trying not to cry he used the toilet before he turned on the shower and stepped in, standing under the hot water he didn’t try to stop the tears that fell, he needed this. He scrubbed his face making sure the tear tracks were gone and then washed quickly before getting out of the shower. Getting back dressed he tried to push the feelings of being unwanted and unloved back into his mind. His teacher was only tolerating him this summer because of the Headmaster. He would do well not to forget that, this was still the man who made his life hell for the past 2 years he’d been at school.
Harry opened the door eyes still down cast which led to him smacking directly into something. His first thought was that he had bumped into a wall, but he saw a pair of black shoes in his line of sight and he knew it was his Professor.
“I’m sorry sir,” Harry whispered.
“It’s alright Mr. Potter; you do know you would see a lot better if you looked up from the ground right?” Severus stated a small smile gracing his face.
“Yes sir, may I go to bed now?” Harry asked quietly
Severus nodded to the child, but he couldn’t help feeling like he had missed something. What was wrong with the boy now? Before he could stop himself he found the words leaving him mouth without a second thought.
“Potter are you ok child?”
“I’m fine sir, just tired is all.”
“Why don’t I believe you Potter? Tell me what’s wrong,”
“Nothing sir, I just forgotten my place is all.” Harry stated before walking over to a bed and getting under the covers.
Severus didn’t know what to make of that statement, what did he mean by ’his place’? Shaking his head, and promising to think on it later he headed to the loo to take his own shower. When he stepped out of the toilet he was pleased to note that the boy was asleep. Taking out some of his notes he set on making a syllabus for next semester for his classes. About 12:00am he finally put them away and went to sleep.
Harry woke up with a silent sob, he knew he couldn’t stop the flow but that didn’t mean he didn’t try. What was he going to do now? He looked at the clock; it was 2:00am like he knew it would be, how was this going to work? He could pretend that nothing happened and go back to sleep, but that wouldn’t work. He hated the feeling of being in the cold waste, not to mention it made him itch. He looked over at the man in the bed across from him, thankfully that he wasn’t awake to witness this event. The man had already insulted his intelligence once on this trip already, not to mention that first night by practically calling him a baby. What would he say now if he saw this? Would he make him wear nappies?
Harry took off the sheets with skilled ease, and headed to the toilet to grab his towel, it took a while but he finally had the mattress cleaned. As for the sheets he balled them up under the bed and put the top blanket over the wet spot, and his duvet he would cover up with it. Everyone once in a while he would check on Snape making sure that the man was still asleep, glad that he appeared to be a deep sleeper. He hoped they would leave this hotel tomorrow, otherwise how was he going to explain away the balled up sheets? Grabbing a clean pair of pajamas and underwear from his bad he headed to the toilet to take another shower. So focused on his task, thinking that he had gotten away with it, he never saw the dark eyes watching him.
Edited December 22, 2011 by SeverusSnapeFan
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I already have written up to Chapter 12, I dont know how long this thing will be so bear with me, I'll continue to update frequently though so no worries.
Chapter 8
Severus was shocked so this was the big secret that the boy was hiding, that was keeping him up all night. Now how long had he’d been wetting the bed? And why did he not know about this? According to Tigger the boy was embarrassed, even though he had no right to be, it wasn’t his fault. Then again, this could explain a lot of things. How was he going to go about this? This situation had to be handled very, very; carefully the child was fragile as it was. Tonight wasn’t the night he knew it, he was extremely tired and knowing Potter’s temper as well as his, they would butt heads and that would be bad. Taking out his wand he put the sheets back on the bed and cleaned up everything, before closing his eyes again when he heard the door to the toilet open. He heard the boy softly sniffling before he gasped, and Severus smirked to himself.
Harry was floored, how did the bed get cleaned? Not to mention the sheets and mattress, who did this? He looked at Snape, but the man had yet to move, could Tigger have somehow done this? Shaking his head, he lay back down, and contented himself remembering all his Quidditch games, play by play so he wouldn’t fall asleep. By the time 6:00am rolled around Harry was awake, nearly giving his Professor a near heart attack when he realized there were eyes looking back into his. Not a way to wake someone up, he noted, trying not to break out into laughs.
Severus narrowed his eyes at the child across from him, one hand on his wand and the other over his heart. The boy actually had the audacity to laugh at him, and he gritted his teeth in annoyance.
“Something funny Potter, I would think you off all people should know not to make fun of anyone. Because if someone were to find out your little secret, you would be hurt when they laughed at your expense.”
Harry stilled instantly, what was his teacher talking about? Surely the man couldn’t be talking about that could he? How did he even know about it? He shook his head, maybe he was jumping to conclusions, and he should clarify it to be sure.
“Sir, what do you mean?” Unknowingly cringing away from the answer.
“The fact that you wait until the last minute to use the loo. You wouldn’t like to be teased by that would you?”
“No sir, I’m sorry sir, I didn’t mean to frighten you.”
“You did not frighten me Potter, you merely startled me.”
“Oh ok, still sorry sir.”
“That’s fine; do you need the loo before I go in?”
“No sir, I’m fine.”
“Are you sure?” Severus asked skeptically.
“Yes sir”
In truth of course he needed the loo; he just didn’t want the man to sneer at him again. He was more hungry then anything, and there wasn’t any more food in the basket. Quickly getting dressed in his clothes from yesterday (apparently the man forgot to pack his clothes and he had nothing to wear) he quietly opened the door and headed downstairs to the lobby. Passing a toilet on the way he popped in and was out within a few minutes where he followed his nose to the dining area.
He had just walked in when the hotel clerk told him it was a complimentary breakfast with their hotel stay. He had no idea what that meant, so she told him it meant it was free. He blushed and she cooed over him, before telling him to go fix his breakfast. He nodded and quickly went for the stack of waffles laid out on the counter. This was just like Hogwarts he could eat all he wanted and no one would be mad at him for it. As he was settling his plate down, his eyes widen a fraction when he remembered he had forgotten to leave a note for Snape. Oh well he was already in trouble he might as well enjoy his food.
Severus knew the minute he stepped out of the shower that something wasn’t right. The room was just too quiet; he couldn’t hear the boy moving around, or the telly on. Quickly getting dressed he opened the door and he saw that the room was empty, he sighed in annoyance. The boy had been good for the last 2 weeks; he was a fool if he thought that his good behavior would last. He looked around for at least a note, but of course found nothing. He headed out towards the lobby, wondering if he could do a discreetly point me spell. It was no need because he saw the boy sitting at a table eating breakfast. Grabbing his own breakfast he sat down across from the child, who had stopped with his fork halfway to his mouth in horror. Before Severus could say anything Potter had already beat him to it.
“I’m sorry sir, I meant to leave a note I swear.”
“But you didn’t, you foolish child,” Severus sighed, not wanting to deal with this so early in the morning.
“I forgot,” Harry replied eyes down.
“That’s no excuse; I should cancel this trip that I planned, especially if this turns out to be a daily occurrence.”
“It won’t sir, I promise,” Harry answered. As much as he hated sharing a room with Snape he was happier that he wasn’t stuck at the Manor with just the man for company.
“It better not be Potter,” Severus stated before taking a bite of his food.
Harry wasn’t hungry anymore, he didn’t mean to forget, he didn’t want the man mad him today. For once he wanted to try to be good, just for Snape. He sighed what the hell was he talking about, he hates Snape right? When they had finished breakfast they walked back up to their room, where he waited for Snape to tell him what they would be doing.
“Today we’ll be going shopping, I don’t know what the muggles let you wear while you were with them, but you will not be going behind me in those rags.”
Harry blushed in shame; he couldn’t tell the man that was all they gave him to wear could he? The man would never believe him, so he just nodded in return. He was glad he was getting new clothes, even if Snape was the one to pay for it, he would pay him back when he got a chance to visit the bank.
“When we go out into the muggle world, we will be father and son. I’m not thrilled about this either Potter,” Snape said misinterpreting the shocked expression on Harry’s face.
“It’s the easiest explanation, so you can call me father or dad, I don’t care which one.”
Harry was floored when Snape said they were pretending to be father and son and a part of him was actually happy to pretend, until Snape said he didn’t want to do it. Harry sighed, willing those hurt feelings away, why was he so shocked? He knew the kind of man his teacher was, he was just another person who didn’t care about Harry. The sooner he got that into his head, the better he would be.
Edited December 22, 2011 by SeverusSnapeFan
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Sorry for the mistakes, I try to read through it after I post but they still seem to be there..ehh cant do much about it after its posted a day so..again bear with me
Chapter 9
Before they left their hotel room Snape transfigured Harry’s clothes into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt before heading to the store. He was very surprised to note that the boy didn’t ask for anything, regardless of the fact that they were buying clothes for him. He even picked out this shirt with a giant lizard on it, knowing that it was probably a bit immature for the 12 year old, but Harry just beamed at it and put it in the cart. Severus shook his head; Potter was a weird child now that he thought about it.
Harry was in heaven the man was picking him out A LOT of clothes, and he was even picking out cool ones. Who knew that Snape knew the muggle world? Harry really liked the shirts with the animals on it; he’s always wanted one but his Aunt would of course never get it for him. He looked longing at the toys for a minute before shaking his head, and turning back to his Professor. He had clothes and he wouldn’t ask for anything else, because knowing him his teacher would just take everything back.
Severus was puzzled, he saw the way the boy looked at the toys and yet he didn’t say a thing about them. Something wasn’t sitting right with him, and he was going to find out. When he finished getting the boy to try on new shoes he headed straight for the toy isles, he was once a kid once contrary to belief. He could see those emerald green eyes light up in excitement and a flash of emotion went through his heart. It was a strange feeling, but he liked it whatever it was.
“Go pick out some things, can’t have you bored and getting into trouble can we?”
Harry took that as it was, Snape was letting him get toys of all things. He smiled a bright smile until his cheeks hurt before briefly hugging the man and running to get his toys. He never saw the flash of emotion cross the usually blank mask on the man’s face as he hugged him. Keeping an eye on the child he happened to past a muggle chemistry set, he remembered having something like this as a child. It was what led him to eventually want to become a Master in Potions. He picked up the item and stood there and reminisced about his mother buying this for him, he was so lost in thought he didn’t see Harry trying to get his attention.
Harry had decided on getting a remote control car, a few action figures, and if Snape allowed him a Game Boy.
Dudley had one and he always wanted to play with it, but he never could. It looked like so much fun. At the moment though he had to use the loo, and he was extra careful to pay attention to his bladder because he didn’t want Snape to take back what he said about buying him toys if he waited until the last minute. The man was currently looking at a Chemistry set, which interested Harry because it was a bit similar to potions, but standing still was really making him have to go.
“Sir, I have to use the loo,” Harry stated blushing, but Snape didn’t say anything in response.
“Sir please,” Harry whispered again.
He still didn’t move so Harry figuring he could hold it went back to looking at which type of car he wanted. About 15 minutes of dancing around, someone finally noticed him.
“Sweetie are you ok?” A random mother down the aisle asked him.
“Yes m’am, I’m fine,” he stated unable to keep his legs still.
“I don’t think you are honey, you’d better go and tell your daddy you need the toilet before you have an accident Hun.”
Harry blushed crimson then, before smiling weakly at her and then quickly walking away. Snape was in the same place as before, but now he had a slight smile on his face. Harry glanced back to see that the lady was watching him and she nodded when he poked Snape to get his attention.
“Sir, I need the loo,” he whispered but either Snape was ignoring him or something but he didn’t do a thing.
Harry whimpered, and clutched his groin as the pressure in his bladder grew. What was wrong with the man? He was really dancing away now and he bumped his head into the man’s arm startling him.
“Potter, what the he…” Severus trailed off as he looked at the boy dancing to the left of him.
“I tried to tell you before but you weren’t listening to me,” Harry said blinking back tears.
“Come on, let me ask where their toilet is,” Severus answered before taking one of Harry’s hands.
They were told the loo was at the front of the store, and they were in the back. One look at Harry and Snape knew in his heart that the boy wouldn’t make it walking on his own. He sighed but since it was his fault the boy was like this in the first place, he gently picked him up. He hurriedly walked to the front of the store, desperation clear on his face and Harry’s. Only difference between their desperation was Harry was from having to pee, and Snape’s was from not knowing if the child was going to make it. Just his luck there was a line, and he walked back out. Bumping into another store clerk he asked if there were any more toilets. There was a family bathroom just across from where they were and Snape headed for that one. He noted that Harry had his face pressed into his shoulder and he could feel wetness there.
“This isn’t your fault Potter, it was mine. I apologize for not paying attention to you when you asked.”
Harry said nothing as he sniffled softly; he was doing all he could to hang on.
Finally they were in a one person loo, but Harry didn’t even care anymore. He didn’t want to wet himself in front of Snape again. His Professor quickly put him down and he made a beeline for the toilet, standing in front of it almost proved to be his undoing. He couldn’t get his pants unbuttoned fast enough, because of his frantic movements. All of a sudden the buckle disappeared and he turned around to see the man putting his wand away. He smiled before turning back to the toilet and finally peeing. He sighed in relief as he went, happy that he had made it. After washing his hands they headed back, where in their rush they had left their shopping cart full of their things. It was still there, and unthinkingly Harry grabbed Snape’s hand and led him to the video games display.
The same lady who told him to go get his dad was looking at it as well only this time she had a boy a little bit younger then Harry next to her.
“I’m glad you made it sweetie,” she said smiling at him.
Harry blushed again before turning his head into Snape’s stomach. The man put one hand on his head and patted it.
“That was my fault; I was so caught up in memory lane and didn’t realize he needed to go,”
“Tell me about it, I did the same thing to my daughter. It happens, but thankfully someone told her the same thing I did for your little guy.”
Harry wasn’t really listening as he talking, he was breathing in the sweet smell of potions on the man’s clothes. It was a soothing smell, to him and he found himself starting to drift off to sleep, leaning on the man.
“Looks like someone needs a nap,” she chuckled to Snape.
“M’ too big for naps,” Harry murmured back.
He didn’t hear what the response was, because Snape picked him up again and he laid his head on his shoulder. He closed his eyes and found himself about to drift off to sleep, thankful that he had just used the loo.
Severus finished talking with the woman and grabbed the cart and headed to the checkout lane. After buying everything including all the games in the case for that video game Potter wanted (he didn’t know which ones the child was interested in since he fell asleep) and he headed out to the car. Laying the boy on the back seat he buckled him in and set off for their destination.
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Chapter 10
Harry was currently dreaming, about being at Hogwarts with his friends. At the moment on his mind was that he was extremely thirsty and they had his favorite drink on the table, pumpkin juice. He grabbed a glance and drank and drank, when he stopped it seemed like the whole glass was heading straight for his bladder. He raised an eyebrow at that thought, how that was even possible was beyond him, and as the urge hit him as he knew it would he whimpered.
Severus heard the boy whimper and he glanced in the mirror to check on him. After their trip to the store he went back to the hotel to grab their stuff check out and head out towards the muggle theme park. He had read that they it was a great source of entertainment and although he would never admit it, he was excited about going there. They had about a 7 hour drive ahead of them and they were going to be staying in the hotel near the park anyway. He had been driving for 5 hours already and was planning on stopping for a late lunch when the boy whimpered. He could see the child’s legs clench tightly together and he had a vague suspicion that the boy needed the loo. When the boy moved and whimpered again he figured he’d better wake him up now.
“Potter, wake up. Potter, get up,” he said reaching back with one hand to shake the child awake.
“Wha…” Harry said as he blinked in attempted awareness. His bladder made itself known and he was instantly alert, and glad that the man had woke him up.
“Sir,” Harry looked at him in confusion.
“We are going to be stopping for lunch in 10 minutes, are you fine with that?” Severus asked trying for once not to embarrass the child.
That was in vain because Harry was embarrassed anyway, one glance at the man and he just knew in his heart that Snape knew he had to use the loo. He nodded before turning his gaze to the window. They stopped at a diner where they got seated, and after they ordered Harry got up to use the loo. He was a bit unsure whether or not he was supposed to go by himself, and it showed on his face.
“Do you want me to go with you?” Snape softly asked.
“No sir, I’ll be fine,” Harry said before walking towards the loo.
He saw a man a few tables away stand up and follow him, but Harry just assumed that he had to use the loo too. He headed to the nearest urinal and was just unzipping when the hairs on his neck started to rise. He felt like someone was watching him, he glance a quick look back and that guy from the table was leering at him, in a way that made him feel dirty. He still had to pee but the desperate urge he had a minute ago was gone and he started to walk back out the way he came in. Only problem was the guy was blocking the exit from him. Harry tried not to show fear and attempted to go around the man, he really, really wished Snape was here.
“Excuse me,” He said trying to scoot around the man.
The man shifted a bit as to move so Harry could get through but at the last minute he grabbed Harry around the waist and tried to drag him to a stall. Harry screamed bloody murder and kicked at the man to no avail. The man had finally got him into the stall and was unbuckling his own belt; Harry still screamed and lashed out. What was he going to do? Would Snape come for him?
Severus was wondering what was taking Harry so long, the drinks had already arrived but the child was still in the loo. The server announced that his food would be at the table in 7 minutes, why was Potter taking so long? He was just contemplating going in after the brat when he and the rest of the Diner heard this ear-piercing scream. It was a chilling sound, even more so when he realized it was Harry. Quick as lightening Severus was out of his chair and into the loo. He couldn’t see anyone when he got in there but he could hear Potter screaming from inside a stall, he then heard a gruff voice and that was all it took before he blasted through the stall. The man was apparently behind the door because when Severus got into the stall the man lay knocked out on the floor. The child was curled tightly into a ball in the furthest corner of the stall. His face had a red hand print on his tear streaked face and his shirt was stretched, looking at the man on the floor he saw his buckle undone.
“Did he touch you Harry?” Snape asked unintentionally calling the child by his given name.
“He tried to sir, I fought though.” Harry answered sniffling.
“I know, I heard you as did half the restaurant.” Severus stated kicking the man on the ground. “Let’s go, I need to inform the manager of what this thing tried to do in his establishment.”
Severus watched the boy stand up and wasn’t really surprised to see his left trouser leg wet. After a fright like that, of course the boy wet himself; he did after all go to the loo for a reason in the first place. Severus tied invisible ropes around the attacker so he couldn’t move and led Harry out of the stall. The boy didn’t seem to notice he had wet himself and although Severus could clean it instantly it was proof of what nearly occurred in there. They walked out and somehow Harry had grabbed firmly on to Severus’s hand and wouldn’t let go, again the man couldn’t blame him so he said nothing and instead tightened his own grip. They were heading towards a server when they were intercepted by the manager himself.
“What can I help you with?” The man asked seriously, after all everyone had heard the boy scream.
“There is a man laid out on the floor of the loo, he attacked my son who went in to use the toilet.”
Here the man looked at Harry’s red face, with tear tracks down his cheeks. He took in the handprint that was starting to bruise on his face and his stretched shirt, before glancing at the boy’s wet pants. He narrowed his eyes in anger before calling over a server to call the Bobbies.
“I want to apologize for everything that happened here, of course your meal is free and anything else you want,” the man stated sincerely. He had a son himself and he knew how angry he would be if someone attacked his child.
Severus was about to reply a thank you, but before he could Harry said the first words since he left the loo.
“Don’t wanna stay here daddy, wanna go. Wanna go now,” Harry chanted before burying his head in Snape’s stomach.
“Can we get it to go?” Severus asked concealing the shock he heard when Harry called him daddy. He bent down and picked the child up, wet pants and all.
“Definitely”
By the time their food was packed up the Bobbies had arrived. They attempted to get a statement out of Harry but the child either couldn’t or wouldn’t answer them. His tear streaked face and ripped pants and wet trousers seemed to confirm the story. Not to mention the witness of those in the restaurant who saw the man follow the boy, and everyone who heard his scream. Grabbing their food, he headed to the car. He tried to put the boy in the back seat but he wouldn’t be placated so he set the boy in the front with him. As they drove off Severus waved his wand at the child’s clothes and they were cleaned and fixed and still Harry said not a word.
Edited December 23, 2011 by SeverusSnapeFan
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I know it seems like Harry is unaffected from his attack last chapter, but he isnt. It didnt seem to fit into this chapter, Ch. 14 is where you get to see the extent of what the man did and how he and Snape are coping with their conflicting emotions.
Chapter 11
Harry stared out the window as they drove along the highway, he could smell the food in the backseat but he wasn’t hungry. It only reminded him what could have happened if Snape hadn’t walked in when he did. He didn’t want to think about that, so he sighed and wiped his eyes again.
Severus finally arrived at their hotel, he glanced at the boy but he wasn’t asleep. He couldn’t help but feel like this was partly his fault, if only he had gone into the loo with him like he started too. They got the keys to their room, where Potter maked a beeline for the toilet. Severus thinking that the boy was just going to use the toilet was surprised to hear the shower run. He frowned he hadn’t had a chance to use the loo since that morning and his urge was getting more and pronounced. It wouldn’t do for the boy to come out of the loo and see his Professor dancing for the loo, especially since he keeps telling the child not to do the same thing. Thinking that he would be back in time before the child came out of the shower he headed down to the lobby.
Harry got out of the shower feeling better then he’d felt 3 hours ago. He was clean and they were miles and miles away from that pervert who tried to hurt him. Actually he was kind of hungry considering he didn’t eat lunch or in this case dinner. He wrapped his towel around his waist before going into the room to get dressed. He noticed as he got dressed that Snape wasn’t in the room, in fact nothing of the man’s seemed to be here. Only Harry’s pack was the only thing that proved that someone was staying here. He didn’t even try to stifle his sobs; he guessed the man thought he was too much trouble. He knew it, maybe he shouldn’t have cried on his shoulder today. The 12 year old who lives to annoy, a bed wetter to afraid to ask for the loo, and who pervy guys come after. With that much baggage it’s surprised the man lasted this long. He laid down on the bed trying to suffocate his face with the pillow, as the tears cascaded down his cheeks. Through his cries and words he didn’t hear the door open as Snape returned.
“Of course he left you; you’re a freak just like they always said. You have baggage and your always getting into trouble, I hate you. I hate me, why can’t I just be…why does everyone have to try to hurt me? What did I ever do to them? I survived, that’s why everyone hates me. I wonder if they know that I wish I had died with my mum, she never should have sacrificed herself for me…I’m not worth it.”
Severus sighed quietly, is that what the boy really thought? It must be because he knows I’m not in the room, how could he think this? He took in the distraught boy on the bed, he should have expected this. The child had been through a traumatic experience today, and he had every right to cry. But what was with his words, those he didn’t understand, they would need to talk about what the boy had said, but for now he had other problems to focus on.
“Harry, come here child”
Harry started on the bed; as he glanced at Snape through tear filled eyes. He would later deny he ever did this, but he tried to smile through his tears before rushing at his
Professor.
“I thought you left me,” Harry murmured face deep in Snape’s robes.
“Silly child, I was just checking something out in the Lobby.” Severus replied his hand naturally coming to rest on top of the child’s head.
“You didn’t leave a note, and none of your things are here. I thought you left me...I thought...” Harry stopped talking as he gasped on another sob.
“Harry, I would never leave you here. Or anywhere for that matter, you are stuck with me, and I am stuck with you. My clothes are here child, they are in the wardrobe.”
Severus tried to untangle the boy from his person, but the little boy had a strong grip around him. Finally he was able to get him off before picking him up and leading him over to the beds. He tucked the boy in, and even though it was a bit early he had a tiring day. Wiping the boy’s tears from his face, he tried to calm him down. He didn’t realize earlier how scared the child really was until he came back and the boy was in a panic. He gently carded his hands through the boy’s messy hair in a calming gestured and was pleased when it seemed the boy was falling asleep. As he attempted to get off the bed, terrified green eyes were staring back at him.
“Don’t…” was all Harry said, but Severus understood what he meant all the same.
“I won’t, I’ll stay until you fall asleep. And then I’ll be in the bed across from you.”
Harry nodded, and drifted off to sleep. He awoke like usual in the middle of the night and was about to get out of the bed and clean up, when he saw that Snape was still up. He was grading papers, and although the telly was on he wasn’t watching it. Harry chewed on his lip, what was he supposed to do now. His bed was getting cold, and he was feeling icky he wanted to shower and get out of these wet clothes. He lied there wishing that Snape would just go to sleep already, but that was not to be.
“Harry are you ok over there?”
“Yes sir,” he answered his voice thick with sleep.
“Did my light wake you up?”
“No sir, I just woke up is all.”Harry stated glumly.
“Oh, did you need the loo then?”
“No sir, I’m just gonna go back to sleep.” Harry replied.
He laid back down in the wetness of the bed and tried to find a dry spot. He hated this; maybe the man wouldn’t tease him. He wanted to tell him, but he was still scared of what the man might do so he stayed in the uncomfortable bed, and fell into an uneasy sleep.
Severus knew immediately that the boy had awoken to a wet bed, but the child was still ashamed to tell him. He sighed and waited until the boy fell asleep before cleaning both the bed and the child simultaneously. Why was the boy wetting the bed in the first place? The minute Harry decided to tell him, they would be visiting a muggle doctor as soon as possible. He finished grading the last of his papers before turning off the light and going to sleep.
Edited December 24, 2011 by SeverusSnapeFan
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In case I dont update tomorow(I'm working and its Christmas..so I might be a tad depressed to update lol), Hope everyone has a Happy Holidays hope it's safe and fun.
Chapter 12
Harry got up early the next morning, where he did all his morning duties before getting dressed and settling on his bed to play with his game boy. He was shocked and amazed at all the games Snape bought him; he even had more than Dudley and that was saying something. He didn’t know which ones to play with first, but since he knew he would eventually get to them all he started off with Pokémon. It was interesting, and he was having a blast.
Severus awoke to some kind of music playing, and as he took in Potter playing the toy he bought him yesterday he found the source. Not wanting to bring on the distraught child from yesterday he refrained from commenting on it, and went to take his shower. After they had eaten breakfast, and packing a spare pair of clothes in his bag for the boy just in case, they headed to the park. Thanking Albus for once having a good idea, he asked this random woman to take a picture of Harry and him on the outside of the park. After all the child might want to remember pictures of this day who knows.
Harry knew immediately where they were, he remembered Dudley bragging to him about getting to go when he couldn’t. He smiled widely at the camera, but look at him now he was going to get to enjoy it too. It wasn’t just a amusement park it was also a zoo. The last time he went to a zoo was on Dudley’s 11th birthday and he found out he could talk to snakes. Uncle Vernon wasn’t happy about that, and Harry paid for it dearly. They were at Chessington’s World of Adventure and Harry was planning on having a lot of fun. They quickly got through the entrance and headed to the closest rides.
Severus could see the excitement in the child’s eyes as he grabbed his hand and they walked to get on the rides. About 4 hours in Severus was actually enjoying himself too. He loved getting on the rides; the thrill was very similar to a broom only you didn’t have to worry about falling off.
Harry was having the time of his life, and he was sure Snape was too. Snape had even bought him candy floss, and chocolates, and all the fizzy drinks he could drink; Harry was in heaven. Although at the moment they were waiting in line to ride Dragon’s Fury, he was so excited to get on it. The drinks were starting to catch up with his bladder, but he didn’t want to go just yet. He didn’t want to get out of line and have to wait all over again, when he could just go after they rode the coaster; or so he thought. He was facing forward so Snape couldn’t know that he had his hand discreetly into his pants holding on to himself. He didn’t want Snape to see and make them leave the line. He shuffled his feet like he was tired of standing, which was true in a way but not the way one would think. Th man was talking to him again and as much as Harry wanted to reply back in earnest he couldn’t afford to take any more attention from holding in his bladder, not unless he wanted to wet in front of all these people. It seemed like Snape didn’t notice a thing and soon they were next in line for the ride. When it was their turn he sat down and pulled down the safety bars before waiting for them to come and check him. He thought that if he was sitting down it would be easier to hold, but he was wrong. It was all he could do not to wiggle more in his seat then he was doing.
Severus could feel the boy next to him moving around a bit, and at first he thought maybe the child was nervous. That was until he strained his neck to look at him, he was moving way to much in his seat to be just nerves, and Severus felt a twinge of annoyance run through his body. As the ride slowly moved forward he addressed the child.
“Harry, child please tell me you don’t need the loo.”
“I don’t need the loo?” Harry asked unsurely.
“Are you asking or telling child?”
“I don’t need it sir, let’s just enjoy the ride,” Harry stated dismissively.
Severus said nothing in return, although his eyes narrowed at the child’s tone. But since he couldn’t do anything about it on the ride, he let it go for now. Judging by the smile on Harry’s face when they got off the ride he assumed the child also loved this one as well. Right now though, he wanted to go check out the animals. Severus took his hand with ease; after all he didn’t want to lose the child before heading towards the animal part of the park. As he was walking he glanced sideways at the boy who had, the hand not holding Snape’s gripped tight in his groin. But the boy was denying every time he asked if he had to go and he did not want their day to end on a wet note. He shook his head at the pun, before looking for signs for the nearest loo.
Harry had to pee; no Harry had to pee really badly. But he had already told Snape that he didn’t have to and now they were going to the zoo. His stomach was hurting where his belt was pressing into his bladder but what could he do.
Severus spotted one, but the line was ages long, and he didn’t think that Potter could wait that long to be honest. He saw a sign for family bathrooms and started walking to it, when he heard the boy whimper. Picking the stubborn child up, he hurriedly walked to the loo. That one had only 1 person in line, and as he set the boy down he could only hope that the boy could hold it.
“I think you lied to me Harry, you do need the loo, don’t you?”
“I’m sorry sir,” Harry whispered.
“That’s not good enough Potter, I told you to inform me when you need the toilet, not wait until the bloody last minute.”
“I was going to after the ride...”Harry trailed off when he took in Snape’s expression.
“No you should have informed me before the ride, and this could have all be avoided. We would have been able to get back into our spot, this is a family park and I’m sure they understand about children’s bladders.”
Harry blushed; he didn’t think about that, he didn’t think at all. He just didn’t want Snape to know, but the man did anyways and he was probably going to get into trouble for lying to the man. And he was even at more risk of wetting his pants in front of everyone. He gripped his trousers tighter as he struggled to keep his liquid in. He tried to stifle the gasped as some pee squirted out into his boxers.
Severus and the teenager in front of them both turned to look at the child. Who by this time was jumping up and down in place, both hands holding onto himself. Before Severus could think about asking the teen if he would mind them going first the boy spoke.
“Uhh, you guys can go before me; your kid looks like he’s busting sir.”
“Thank you, I appreciate it,” Severus stated sincerely.
Harry whimpered again, and couldn’t stop the tears that were starting to fall from his eyes. He couldn’t even wipe them away because just the thought of him moving his hands scared him. If the person in the loo didn’t come out soon, he was going to wet his pants.
“How are you fairing Harry?”
“I’m good sir,” Harry spit out in a rush.
“I don’t believe that, but I’ll let it go.”
“It’s coming out, it’s coming out, it’s coming out.” Harry whispered to himself as a few more spurts wet his boxers.
Severus heard the boy speak and he turned around to look at the boy on the edge of losing it.
“Hold it Harry, they’ll be out soon I promise.” Severus encouraged.
Just when Harry thought he was going to wet his trousers the door opened to reveal a man with 3 other children. The family had started walking out slowly but when the father took in the state of Harry he hurried his children out of the way.
“Come on Harry, let’s go,” Severus said when the boy didn’t move.
“Can’t move Dad,” Harry said to the ground.
Picking the boy up, he quickly walked into the toilet and locked the door behind him. He saw that the minute Harry let go of his trousers they started darkening in color. He closed his eyes; they really, really needed to have another talk about this.
Harry’s breath was hitching as the pee flowed down his pants. He was trying to stop crying but he couldn’t would the man cancel the trip now? He wanted to ask him not to, but after he just disgraced himself he said nothing.
“Potter, this could have all been avoided if you had just told me. I would like to know the real reason you do not ask, I won’t tolerate anything else but the truth now. If this keeps continuing, I’ll put you in nappies because it looks like you seem to enjoy wetting yourself. If you’re going to act like a baby then I will treat you like one.”
Severus threatened, although he had no intention of doing that to the insecure boy, the child didn’t need to know that.
Harry choked on a sob, as he took in his Professor’s words. This was what he was afraid of in the first place.
“I’m not allowed to ask for it, I’m sorry sir, please don’t put me in nappies.” Harry answered hysterically.
Severus startled at that sentence and once again he got the suspicion that all was not right in the world of Harry Potter.
“Tonight we will discuss this at the hotel, right now we have a lot more rides and animals to see.”
“We’re staying, even after I wet?” Harry asked snot and tears running down his face.
“Yes, I bought a change of clothes just in case.”
“Why can you just use magic?”
“Because I do not want to attract the attention of another magical being who could be here enjoying themselves. That might lead to them investigating us, and I don’t think this would stay silent when it revealed one Harry Potter. Do you understand Potter?”
“Yes sir,” Harry answered wiping his face with the back of his hand before taking the clothes from Snape.”
“That is disgusting Harry, use some tissue or a handkerchief. Come on, let’s get you changed.”
When they exited the loo, Harry kept his head down not looking at anyone, but his shoes. He almost bumped into a few people before Snape grabbed his hand, and steered him in the right direction.
“It’s not the end of the world child, accidents happen.”
Harry said nothing, just kept walking. He was mildly please at the warmth of the man’s hand in his.
By the time they had made it to the animals, Severus was amazed at the child’s resilience; you would have never known that 15 minutes ago he had just wet his trousers. He wasn’t about to bring that up again until later on tonight, because right now they had some animals to see and pet and more rides to get on. |
I was able to update, I'm tired do though so I hope you guys like it..Its discusses the treatment of the Dursleys.
Chapter 13
They took a shuttle van back to their hotel, where Harry was on the verge of falling asleep. This was his best day ever, and he was a bit sad about it ending, he just hoped that tomorrow would be great too. The hotel was even more so, he hoped that they would be staying in this one for a while. He really wanted to try some of the fun things there, not to mention if they happened to go back to the park. Leaning heavily on Snape as they made their way to their room, Harry struggled to keep his eyes open. As he was heading for the bed Snape called him back, and he turned around trying to get the sleep out of his eyes.
“Don’t go to sleep yet Potter, we still need to have a talk.”
“Can we do this tomorrow?” Harry asked wearily.
“We could, but then we would start the day off on a bad note. Did you want that before we headed to the go-karts?”
“We’re going go-karting?” Harry asked perking up a little at that idea.
“Among other things, but right now, we need to talk.”
“Yes sir.”
Harry nodded tiredly before going to sit on the bed closest to Snape. He didn’t really want to talk about this at all, especially right now. He wanted to sleep, he was so incredibly tired.
Severus knew he wasn’t being fair, he knew that when you were tired you would talk more then what you normally did. This is what he was counting on some of the things and behavior the child display was enough to keep him up at night. Like why the child flinched whenever he happened to raise his hand, why he was afraid of asking for the loo. Why the child would get a fearful expression when he yelled, and why the boy never complained of anything he ate. The fact that the boy savored every bite he ate like it was his last meal, did not sit well at all with Severus. Tonight he was going to find out why.
“Harry, why don’t you like to ask for the loo?” Severus asked keeping his voice gentle and soft.
“M’ not supposed to ask for things I can’t get.” Harry mumbled.
“What do you mean Harry?”
“Freaks like me, don’t get to ask for anything. I wasn’t allowed to go to the loo, not unless they said I could.”
Severus’s eyes widened and it was all he could do to keep in the growl that wanted to come out. It wouldn’t help him if the boy was suddenly frightened by him, he wouldn’t be able to help the child. He knew how Petunia was as a kid, but to do this to a child? Her own flesh and blood, how could she do this?
“Did they let you eat child?”
“The scraps off their plates, sometimes Aunt Petunia would give me a slice of bread though. Don’t tell them but I used to take the food from the rubbish bin, when they went to sleep.”
Severus was disgusted, how long had this been going on? The boy was so starved he ate out of the rubbish; those monsters were going to pay for this he would make sure of it. No wonder the boy was so light; they didn’t give him enough food for a bird to eat. Severus wanted to stop the questions right then and there and hug the child, after all he had suffered. But he needed to know the most important one, why did he flinch?
“Harry, do they ever hit you?”
“Uhh… Aunt Petunia just swings a frying pan at my head. And Dudley likes to play Harry hunting with his gang, Uncle Vernon just teaches me my place,” Harry answered head drooping forward as his weariness took over.
“How does he teach you your place Harry?”
But Harry was no longer in the land of awareness; the child was on the verge of falling off the bed. Severus picked up the child before getting him dressed for bed. He settled the boy under the covers and gently brushing his hair away from his eyes. Sleeping the boy looked so innocent; Severus was going to make sure that Potter wouldn’t have any more horrors about returning to that home. No matter what Dumbledore said about those Damn blood wards the boy would not be returning.
Severus was walking from the loo after taking his shower when he heard the boy whimpering. Thinking at first that the boy might need the loo he walked over to wake him up but that was not what was wrong.
“No Uncle Vernon, not the belt please, I didn’t mean to use magic. I’m sorry I don’t know what happen, it wasn’t my fault, please don’t do this Uncle.”
Severus watched as Harry’s cried as he flinched back from whatever was hitting him in his dream. He needed to see for himself what the boy was witnessing. He softly legimised the child and immediately wished he hadn’t done it. He landed in the middle of the dream where Harry was standing with his hands planted on the wall in a beating position, as he as man he assumed was his Uncle taking a belt to his back. The boy didn’t cry out, and that seemed to anger the man even more. Severus quickly stepped out of his mind, and grabbed the child up and rocked him gently.
“Your safe child, he can’t hurt you anymore, not here not ever. I promise you, that you will not be returning to that house.”
Harry woke up from that awful dream about Uncle Vernon to being in Snape’s arms. At the moment he thought that he was still in a dream, only this was the good dream and he didn’t want to leave. He buried his head in the man’s clothes and breathed in sweet smell of soap and sighed in content. He couldn’t stop the tears that kept falling, even though these weren’t the tears of fear, they were of love. He wanted this to be real so much, but Snape would never willingly hug him. He was Potter the bane of the man’s existence, the minute Harry got that through his head he would be a lot better for it. That thought only made him cry harder, but for now he was ok with just pretending. After all he was used to not getting what he wanted, so why think that now would be any different. The man hated him for the past 2 years, how much could he have changed
in just 3 weeks? |
Sorry I would've posted earlier, but my family was celebrating Christmas today...lol. At times Harry can seem to act way younger then his 12 years...just chalk it up to not being able to be a little kid in the Dursely household.
Chapter 14
Severus couldn’t help but notice the boy being very clingy to him; everywhere he looked the boy was near him. It got to the point that whenever he left the room for anything Harry would be on the verge of panic attack when he returned. The child had even taken to waiting near the door when he showered, that little invasion of privacy annoyed him the most, but what could he do?
Harry was trying to deal with his conflicting emotions of being scared. He was terrified that the guy who attacked him was going to come after him, and he only felt safe when Snape was around. He knows he’s annoying the man but he doesn’t want to give up that security. He’s really waiting for Snape to push him off and tell him to deal with it on his own like the Durselys would have done, but he never does.
At the moment they were both walking into the entrance to Diggerland, and Harry was excited. He felt a twinge in his bladder already and not wanting to ruin the day by embarrassing himself he let Snape know immediately.
“Dad…” Harry hesitantly spoke.
He smiled when about 5 other men turned around, when he spoke it before realizing he wasn’t their kid. He liked calling the man daddy, he never got the chance to and after this trip he never would again. Was it wrong that he relished in their pretend relationship? Even if he was mad at the man still, they still had their parts to play.
“What is it Harry?” Severus asked looking at a map.
“I have to pee,”
Here Severus quickly looked at him, happy to see that he didn’t look desperate before pointing out the loo across from them.
Harry frowned; he didn’t want to go in by himself again. He could feel his breaths quickening and forced himself to calm down. He felt really silly for asking this but he was too afraid to go in alone.
“Can…can you come in with me?” Harry whispered staring at his shoes in embarrassment He can’t believe he just asked the man that.
Severus was going to come in with him anyways; he just didn’t think the boy would appreciate that. But after the scare with that man yesterday, he didn’t feel secure enough in letting the child go in by himself again. Now he didn’t have to find an excuse the child, asked himself. He frowned at that, he must really be scared if he actually asked. Sticking his hand out knowing Potter was going to grab it, they headed to the loo.
When they exited he let Harry choose where he wanted to go first. As interested as he was to learn about muggle machinery the child was more
interested in being able to drive them.
Severus hoped that the child enjoyed today, but he couldn’t be sure the boy wasn’t actually talking to him. Besides asking for the loo, the child was noticeably silent and he found it bothered him more then he thought it would. Why was the child angry with him?
Harry had a blast today, and he wanted to stay but he was hot and tired and dirty. He was hungry and he couldn’t wait until they got back to the hotel. He wished he could have shared this day with Ron, he knew his mate would’ve loved it. He was caught up in his excitement and trying to ignore Snape that he didn’t realize that he had wandered away from the man. He only noticed when he saw a crowd of people coming his way, and he reached for his Professor’s hand out of reflex and only got air. He turned dramatically in circles looking for the man in black but he couldn’t see him anywhere. Harry could see his eyes blurring from the tears, and his breaths sped up from his panic. Where was Snape?
He wondered around, not able to find the man, tears streaming down his face. He bumped into this man who looked like he worked at the park. He did not feel safe with adult males and he found himself running away until he found a lady worker.
Severus was in a near panic, he had told the child to stay right here while he retrieved their bags. But the boy had moved and he didn’t know where he was. He was going to kill the child when he saw him; at least that’s what he kept telling himself. In reality he wanted to hug the boy and then shake him once for not listening to him.
“Are you ok sweetie?”
“I’m lost, have you seen my dad?” Harry asked sniffling.
“I don’t know, what does he look like?”
“He wearing all black and he looks angry.” Harry stated knowing it was the truth.
“Oh I did see him about 5 minutes before, he was frantic. Is your name Harry honey?”
“Yes, how do you know that?” Harry asked making sure his scar was covered just in case.
“Your father told me; let’s go alert the security that you have been found.”
Harry grabbed the woman’s hand not wanting to get separated from her, and they headed to the front of the park. He was scanning his surroundings hoping he would get a glance of Snape but he never saw him. It got crowded very quickly since they were standing by the entrance and the exit and he felt himself getting pulled away from the lady. He was on the verge of panicking, she had told him Snape would be here and he wasn’t. Before he could freak out more, he heard the man’s voice behind him.
“Harry you foolish child, breathe boy.” Severus yelled as he busted through the crowd. “Move he’s my son, get out the way,” he stated pushing
through the people.
“Dad,” Harry gasped, relaxing in Snape’s embrace.
Severus picked up the child, and shook his head. This boy was going to be the death of him this summer he just knew it. They were done for the day; he headed to the car to go back to their hotel. When they were driving along on the road Severus addressed one of the situations at hand.
“Harry, what’s wrong? Did I do something to hurt you child? Why did you run away from me today?
“I didn’t run away from you sir,” Harry stated confused.
“Ok so you didn’t run away, why have you been giving me the cold shoulder all day? What have I done to upset you?”
When the boy didn’t seem like he was going to answer Severus decided to bring up another topic they needed to address.
“How long has the Durselys been abusing you?”
“They don’t abuse me sir,” Harry said eyes wide in shock.
“According to our talk last night, you admitted that they did.”
“No I didn’t…” Harry trailed off as the memories of what he assumed was a dream last night came back to him.
At the present time Harry was once again angry at Snape, how dare the man do that to him? He was so out of it yesterday, when the man questioned him about the Durselys. A sense of betrayal washed over him, what was he planning on doing with that learned information? Harry could vaguely remember the man saying he would never go back to the house, but Dumbledore had already told him otherwise and he was the Headmaster.
“So you do remember our talk, how long has the abuse me going on?”
Harry said nothing as he glared out the window, he stomach churning angrily in tuned with his emotions. He didn’t want to have this conversation again, especially since he was tricked the first time. Here Harry stayed silent, did the man really not know what was wrong?
“Answer me Potter.”
Severus knew he hit the nail on the head when the child hesitated to answer his questions. But he couldn’t remember if he had hurt the child or not, but clearly the boy was distressed.
“You tricked me into talking about the Durselys.” Harry replied softly.
“That was necessary child, would you have told me otherwise?”
“No, it was my secret not yours,” Harry answered angrily.
“But I needed to know, and now that I do I mean what I said. You will not be going back, I promise you child.”
“Why, are you planning on using it against me? Why do you need to know?”
“Because I am the adult and it’s my job to help you, if someone is hurting you.”
“Oh your job is it? Well I’m just a child and you’re basically telling me my words don’t mean a thing. You’re taking my words completely out of proportion, and changing it to how you see fit.”
“Do not attempt to out Slytherin me Mr. Potter, that will not work. I know they hurt you I have seen a bit of their handiwork since you’ve been living with me these past few weeks. Your inability to ask for the loo, whatever is set before you, you eat like you have never eaten a better meal, and those are only a few.”
Harry swallowed back saliva that was building up in his mouth, his teacher knew way too much. What was going to happen when Vernon found out like in his 2nd year in primary school? He was making himself sick just thinking about it, and unless he wanted to defile the man’s car again, he should say something.
“Can you pull over sir?”
“Couldn’t you have said you needed the loo before we got into the car Harry?” Severus asked irritation seeping into his tone.
“Don’t gotta wee, gotta sick.” Harry said trying to breathe deeply.
“What’s wrong?” Severus said pulling the car quickly to the side trying to figure out what made him sick.
Harry got out of the car, trying to prevent the inevitable to no avail. He spewed his guts on the side of the road, trying to think about the situation. He had a feeling this sick wasn’t just from the conversation, he’d felt strange all day but he didn’t want Snape to cancel the trip so he didn’t say anything. Getting back in the car, he grabbed a mint from the glove compartment before resting his head on the window.
“Feel better?”
“Not really,” he said knowing there was no point in trying to lie to the man.
“I’ll check on you when we get back to the hotel.”
Harry tried to nod in response but he found himself drifting off to sleep. |
Chapter 15
Harry awoke in his bed to his stomach churning something awful. He tried to breathe deeply to calm his belly but he knew what was coming so he quickly ran to the toilet. He made it just in time to heave the contents of his stomach in the bowl. He felt horrible as he washed his mouth out with water to rid himself of the taste. Looking in the mirror he saw that his face was flushed and his eyes looked glassy, he knew without a doubt that he was sick.
Making his way back to his bed, he fell back into an uneasy sleep, never noticing that Snape wasn’t even in the room. He woke back up in the middle of the night to find that the wet bed was the least of his worries. He didn’t know where his glasses were, and he didn’t have the time to find them. Not unless he wanted to spill his guts all over the carpet. Ignoring the feeling of his wet pants chafing his legs, he headed to the loo blindly and in the dark. He was almost there when his stomach decided to release itself all over the floor. He tried not to cry, this was another time he wished that he still had his parents. As the tears came in anyway Snape came out of nowhere and started cleaning him up, all the while whispering words that didn’t make sense.
“It’s ok child, it was an accident. Let’s get you out of those wet and messy clothes and cleaned up.”
Severus was awoken by soft whimpering, looking at the bed across from his, he couldn’t see the child. A quick glance towards the loo and he found him, standing near a puddle of sick. The boy was in wet pants as well; couldn’t the child just catch a break for once? He couldn’t imagine how the boy felt, but he was done keeping his silence and letting the boy think he was dealing with it by himself. He was the adult here, and he wouldn’t be neglecting the child like his damn relatives did.
“Accidents happen Harry, and I will not make fun of you for it,” Severus said as he led the boy into the loo.
Running the bath he sat the boy on the toilet and returned to clean up the puddle of sick on the floor. Quickly scourgifying the mess away on the floor and cleaning the bed, he headed back into the bathroom and undressed the child before setting him in the tub. He knew the boy was awake because of the steady stream of tears that ran from his eyes, gently cleaning the boy and getting his ready for bed. He carried the crying child to bed, where he gently carded his fingers through his hair as he fell asleep.
He was awoken a few hours later to the boy trying to quietly clean up a puddle of sick by hand. He swore silently he had forgotten to set a bin by the child’s bed. Quickly spelling the mess away he got the child cleaned up and gave him some potions before tucking him in bed once again. Severus did that over the course of 3 days, he was there for the boy every time he emptied his stomach or wet his bed, and he never complained about anything. He knew the child didn’t want to be sick and he wasn’t about to treat him wrong for something he couldn’t help.
On the fourth morning Harry woke up better than he had been those last few days. Not even the fact that he was sitting in a wet bed could take away his happiness, then he realized something. He could remember waking up Snape in the night…oh no!
He glanced at the man asleep in the bed across from him; he had seen him wet the bed when he was sick? Maybe he could blame it on being ill? He tensed as the man stirred and he froze in his bed willing the man not to wake up. His pleas went unnoticed, when he saw the man turn towards his fearful expression. He saw the man’s face soften but he didn’t know what to say so he stayed quiet.
“Are you feeling any better Harry?”
“Yes sir,” he answered eyes on his blanket.
“Did you wet the bed today Harry?”
“I didn’t do it on purpose; I’ll try to stop honest.” Harry babbled hysterically. Why didn’t the man understand that he didn’t want to wet his bed, it just happened.
“Hush child, I know it’s not your fault. As I stated before accidents happen, I need to ask you something though. Do you normally wet the bed?”
Harry glared at the blanket, he wasn’t angry with the man but at himself. Why did he have to get sick, and let him find out? He was 12 years old, too old to be doing this.
“Sometimes, can I go take a shower?”
“In just a minute Harry, what do you mean by sometimes?” Severus asked wanting to get to the bottom of this problem.
“I don’t know sir, can I go to the loo?”
“When you get done answering my questions, did this ever happen at Hogwarts?” Severus pressed.
Harry struggled to keep his tears at bay from his frustrations. Didn’t the man understand that he didn’t want to talk about this now? Why was he ignoring his wishes now? He did not want to spill his secrets to Snape, what if he got angry? He could use this information against him, and what if he did it at Hogwarts? He needed time to come up with other answers that would satisfy the man without him feeling guilty about lying to him, especially after the man took care of him when he was sick.
“Yes, when I usually came back from…Oh!” Harry said bending forward in the bed, he had found his distraction.
“What’s wrong Harry?” Severus asked a hand automatically reaching out to help.
“Can I go to the loo now?” Harry asked again eyes widening.
“I know Harry you wish to take a shower, just let us finish this…” Severus asked trying not to let his irritation show at the boy across from him trying to stall the conversation.
“No not a shower, am I allowed to go pee sir?” Harry interrupted eyes filling with tears.
Severus’s own eyes widen he had forgotten about that, of course the child needed to use the toilet. And here he was preventing the child from going when he asked ahead instead of waiting until the last minute. Originally Severus thought the boy was trying to get out of the conversation, but judging by the boy’s expression he could tell he had been wrong.
“I’m so sorry Harry, of course you can go.” Severus replied hastily getting out of the child’s way.
Harry felt a little bad, as he ran into the toilet. On one hand he did need to use the loo, but not as bad as he played it out to be. In a sense he just needed a moment to himself. None of his friends knew about his night time problems and if he had his way they never would. When he was told he would be staying with Snape, the fact that he was getting away from the Durselys made him throw out all caution to the wind, he just didnt think, and now Snape knew his dirty little secret. He was so ashamed of it; he had been doing it ever since he was 9 when Uncle Vernon accidently stepped on him. He shook his head at the memory, and willed it away as he finished up in the loo.
“You can take your shower Potter; we’ll finish this discussion later.”
Harry turned on the shower and wondered if Snape knew that he switched between calling him his first and last name. Now that he thought about it, since when did Snape call him Harry?
When he came out of the loo after his shower, he knew he couldn’t put off the conversation any longer, and a part of him was glad that he wasn’t dealing with this alone anymore. Besides so what if Snape told, he could always deny it right? He was getting ready for the man to start in on his questions but he never did. What was he waiting for?
“Harry, I didn’t find out you wet the bed because you were sick. I knew the very first night, in the first hotel. You thought I was asleep, but I wasn’t. I haven’t made fun of you then and I won’t now, I am nothing like your relatives. Would you believe me if I said I only wish to help you?”
Harry was gaping like a fish, and he had to struggle to close his flapping jaw. Snape knew that long, and didn’t say anything.
“Why didn’t you say anything then? Why didn’t you help you?” Harry asked, trying to ignore the flash of hurt that was seeping into his chest, at the thought of Snape letting him suffer on his own.
“I did help you, you foolish child. Why do you think your bed was dry and clean every time you got out of the shower?”
“That was you?” Harry asked eyes wide. “I thought it was Tigger.”
Severus had to fight the twitch off his lips as he took in the boy’s words.
“No it was me, I was just waiting for you to tell me yourself, but then you got sick and I was not going to ignore then, just to save you the embarrassment.”
“Oh…well thank you Professor,” Harry choked out blinking rapidly to dissolve the sudden tears from his eyes. He was really, really touched at his teacher’s gesture.
“I didn’t mind Harry,” Severus replied throwing off the thanks and pretending he didn’t see the boy wiping away tears. He knew the child shouldn’t be thanking him for looking after him when he was sick, someone should be doing it anyways.
“When you call me foolish child, you aren’t calling me stupid are you?”
“Of course not you daft boy, it’s a term of endearment. At least it is coming from me; surely you must know that right?”
“Yes, I do now anyway.” Harry answered grinning widely, Snape liked him.
“So what do you want for breakfast?” Severus finally asked wanting to get away from how mushy the conversation had turned.
“Whatever you have is fine,” Harry stated still smiling.
Edited December 28, 2011 by SeverusSnapeFan
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I just felt like updating another chapter before I went to bed, I'll of course update tomorow too lol. This chapter features the muggle doctor appointment, I'm sorry their hasnt been any omo in like the previous 2 chapters..I'll make sure there is at least desperation in the next one..the story tends to have a mind of its own. Anyways on to the story...
Chapter 16
Harry had thought that he would still be embarrassed or that Snape would tease him for something he couldn’t control but he didn’t. He was not beginning to understand that the man really did like him now, and he actually liked Snape back. Ron would be freaked out Harry could already imagine the look on his face. He awoke the next day after the talk about his nighttime habits alone. Snape wasn’t in the room, but there was a note on the dresser that said he was getting breakfast. Not knowing what else to do he was in the process of stripping off his wet sheets when Snape walked in.
The man froze in the doorway as he took sight of Harry trying to change the sheets. He quickly waved his wand, and cleaned everything up before making the bed.
“I can’t wait until I can use magic outside of school,” Harry muttered to himself.
“When you’re of age, it’ll come soon enough,” Severus replied.
“That’ll be forever,” Harry grumbled half-heartedly.
“Hurry up and eat breakfast Harry because we have somewhere to be in 2 hours.”
“Ok, where are we going today?” Harry asked excited.
“Well in 2 hours you have an appointment with a muggle doctor…” Severus broke off as Harry’s angry voice penetrated the room.
“What do you mean I have an appointment? I’m not sick, so why do I have to see a doctor?”
“Stop yelling Mr. Potter, I do not like your tone.” Severus asked eyes narrowing.
Harry recognizing his Professor’s tone as one he usually heard in the classroom, he quickly shut his mouth. He did not want to do something stupid and have the rest of the trip canceled.
“As I was saying, you are seeing a muggle doctor so they could find out what seems to be the cause of your bedwetting. I know you want to keep this between us Harry, but I can’t do that. This is interfering with your sleep, and something else may be wrong. If you don’t complain at all, the entire time we are at the doctors, you get to choose what we’re going to do today. Does that sound fair to you?”
Harry knew that he didn’t really have a choice, but he was happy that the man tried to think that he did. He was giving him a chance to act mature instead of being a brat, we’ll he was going to just hush up and go along with it.
“Yea that sounds fair, when are we leaving?”
“Now if you’re ready, get your video game it might be awhile before we get there.”
Despite the fact that Snape didn’t exactly know where he was going, they made it to the office with plenty of time to spare. Waiting outside in the waiting room was boring and Harry was grateful that Snape had told him to get his game. He played it for 45 minutes before the doctor called them in.
Harry took one look at the man doctor, and started backing up instantly. He was not about to be looked at by a male, what the hell was Snape thinking. He found himself pressed against Snape’s stomach, with the man trying to prod him further, but he wasn’t moving.
“Harry, do you remember our deal,” Severus said eyes glaring at him.
“You never said anything about the doctor being a man.” Harry replied angrily.
“What does it matter if…” Severus closed his eyes as he himself remembered what happened in the diner.
“I’m sorry Dr. Jenson, but Harry recently had a scare when a man attacked him in a loo. Do you have any female doctors here, if not I’m very sorry for having wasted your time.”
“Oh no, that’s not a problem at all Mr. Prince. If you don’t mind waiting a few extra minutes Dr. Jenson will be out shortly.”
“But isn’t your name Dr. Jenson?” Harry asked confusion in his tone and on his face, and why the heck was he calling Snape Prince?
“Yes, but I was talking about my wife Harry,” he answered gently.
“Oh,” Harry replied blushing.
Like he said, in just a few short minutes she arrived to take them to a room. She seemed a bit intimidated after taking in Snape’s blank face she decided she wanted to talk to Harry alone. Although Harry wasn’t that comfortable with the situation he gave it a go because Snape promised to be just outside.
“Hello Harry, how are you doing today?”
“I’m fine m’am,” he replied almost silently.
“What seems to be the problem?”
“I sometimes wet the bed, although lately it’s been happening every night now and I don’t know why.”
“I think I might have the answer to that, I just need to take a few x-rays. But I’m sure it’s probably due to your body growing, and I think your bladder is taking its time to grow unlike the rest of you. But like I said we won’t know until after the x-ray.”
“Oh, if that’s all you wanted to talk about, then why couldn’t my dad stay in here with me?”
“Usually children are embarrassed to have their parents in here with them when we talk. I take you aren’t embarrassed?”
“I was when I thought he didn’t know, but he’s known for a while. He just said he was waiting for me to come to him.”
“And you did that’s why you’re here, am I right?”
“Well no, I got some kind of summer flu and I thought he found out then. He just said he wasn’t going to keep pretending he didn’t know for the sake of me being embarrassed for a little bit.”
“That sounds about right; he was probably worried about you.”
“He was, he was always there whenever I sicked up, which was a lot.”
“That what parents do Harry, now I need you to take off your shirt.”
“Why what for?” Harry asked looking towards the door.
“To check your heart and to make sure you have nothing wrong. You father stated that you were here for a full check up.”
“Oh, ok I didn’t know so I was just asking.”
“That’s quite alright Harry.”
Harry took off his shirt then without a second thought, he didn’t realize that anything was even wrong until he heard her gasp. When she faced him again, her face looked like she was struggling to hold in her tears.
“What’s wrong m’am?”
“Harry, where did you get those scars on your back?”
“What scars?”
“The ones that looked like someone beat you. Who did that to you Harry? Was it your dad? You can tell me Harry, he can’t hurt you again I promise.”
Harry was confused; this woman was jumping to conclusions. Snape would never hit him, he even said so before Harry had to ask. He didn’t want to be in here with her anymore, she was being very nosy. He reached for his shirt on the table, keeping his eyes on her the whole time.
“I think it’s time for me to leave,” he answered walking backwards to the door.
“I’m sorry Harry, but you can’t go anywhere. It’s against the law for me to let you go back into an abusive home.” She stated making her way to grab him from leaving.
“HE DOESN’T ABUSE ME, SO JUST SHUT UP. MY DADDY WOULD NEVER HURT ME LIKE MY UNCLE DID, HE PROMISED!”
Harry stood there chest heaving glaring at her, it was a wonder his accidental magic didn’t flare up. How dare she accuse Snape of hurting him?
“Does your father know about the welts Harry?” She asked softly, looking at the door wondering if the man heard his son’s outburst.
“I don’t want to talk to you anymore, your mean.” Harry said knowing that he sounded like a little kid, but how dare she?
“I apologize Harry, I didn’t mean to accuse I was just trying to get to the bottom of it. Follow Nurse Sydney and she’ll help with your x-rays, while I’ll talk to your dad.”
Harry followed the nurse out the door, only stopping once to give in to the childish urge to stick his tongue out at his doctor before continuing down the hall.
Severus was wondering what was taking so long, he was just about to go and ask the nurse what was taking so long when the doctor herself appeared in the doorway.
“Mr. Prince, could I talk to you for a moment?”
“Of course,” he replied getting up and following her into her office.
“Where’s Harry?” He asked when her office revealed no one else in it but them.
“He’s getting an x-ray done; I want to make sure everything is ok.”
“That’s good, has he been behaving?”
“Yes, but I believe we got into a bit of an argument.”
“What was it about?”
“I saw some welts on his back, and my first question was who did it. He didn’t seem to want to answer so I thought he was scared, but when I asked if it was you I got a reaction. I of course meant no disrespect Mr. Prince, its protocol. I will say that at the very least Harry is very angry with me.”
Severus was angry with her himself, but he understood her position just the same. Did he really look like he abused children? He shook his head at that ridiculous thought, of course not, he wasn’t his father. He of course knew the boy had welts, having seen the dream of his Uncle beating him.
“What did he do?” Severus asked hand coming to cover his eyes.
“Yelled at me, that you would never hurt him like his Uncle; he called me mean before stating he wasn’t talking to me anymore. The he stuck his tongue out at me,” she finished hiding a smile.
“I want to apologize to you Dr. Jenson; Harry is not usually like that…” Severus started before he was cut off.
“No, it is me who should be apologizing to you Mr. Prince.”
“It’s alright,” Severus answered.
“Thank you, let me just go get the x-rays and we can discuss the findings.”
Severus rolled his eyes to the ceiling, Harry defended his honor. He didn’t much appreciate the boy’s disrespect to the doctor but she had deserved it, and since the child was behaving he was still going to be able to pick out where they were going. He watched her come back in the room about 3 minutes later.
“His x-rays show that a few years ago, his kidneys suffered a terrible blow. Nurse Sydney was able to get it out of him; she said his Uncle ‘accidently’ stepped on him. So besides that he also suffering from a lot of emotional trauma from his abuse. It’s pretty common in children this age, and with a lot of love and care Harry will grow out of it.”
“So there isn’t anything you can do about the bedwetting now?”
“No, although I would invest in some nighttime underwear, it’ll give him more confidence. It will especially help his sleeping habits, because he won’t be waking up because he’s wet.”
“I don’t know, he had this whole aversion to nappies, seeing as he’s 12.”
“I know what you mean, but these look like underwear, just take a look at them in the store.”
“Ok I will, is that all Dr, Jenson?”
“Is sure is, if there is anything you need, don’t hesitate to call.”
“Will do doctor.” Severus replied standing up to walk out the door.
As soon as the door opened he collided with a blur of green and blue. Harry was hugging him like he was afraid of letting go. He could hear the child sniffling, into his shirt.
“Harry what’s wrong child?”
“She was trying to take me away from you,” he cried.
“Harry child…” he trailed off as he picked up the boy and hugged him to his chest.
“I hate her, don’t let her take me. Please sir I’ll be good,” Harry said though it was muffled by Snape’s shirt.
“She’s not taking you away from me your foolish child,” he whispered to the boy.
“Thank you for everything Dr. Jenson, I will be in touch.”
Severus said before turning and walking out of the office and to the car. Sitting in the car, he sat their comforting the brat who lived to cry on his shoulder.
“Hush child, I told you that we were stuck with each other.”
“But she said…she said…” Harry tried as he choked on his tears.
“Hush child, its ok you are staying with me. Where did you want to go?” Severus asked trying to distract the child.
“We never got to go go-karting, can we do that?” Harry asked wiping his face on his sleeve.
“We can, I just want you to lie down on the seat try to sleep, that way when we get there you’ll be well rested.” Severus finished smoothly, not even mentioning you need a nap after that meltdown, he thought to himself.
“Ok,” Harry answered before buckling up and lying down on the seat.
As he drove out of the parking lot, Severus gave himself a pat on the back. Today was a job well done, now would Harry agree to wear the nighttime underwear? Turning the radio on softly, he hummed along to a Beatles song as he drove down the road.
Edited December 28, 2011 by SeverusSnapeFan
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Sorry it took so long to get up here, I had to add in the omo...I didnt realize this chapter didnt have the scene. Anyways like always I hope you enjoy it, and Thanks for all the nice things you guys say,this is a really long chapter..sorry once I got started I couldnt stop.
Chapter 17
Severus knew that Harry wanted to go-karting and as soon as he got the underwear they were headed for Buckmore Park Kart Circuit. He had read that they were a great place to drive with the kids, and Harry would enjoy it he was certain. He pulled the car into the market parking lot, where he parked, before reaching into the backseat and picking up Harry. He didn’t want to wake him and besides this would be so much easier if he stayed asleep. Walking in, he had no idea where to go and noticing a woman stocking the shelves he headed for her.
“Excuse me Miss, might you be able to help us?” He asked softly so not to wake the child.
“Yes of course sir, what are you looking for?” She asked also keeping her voice low.
“My son here has started wetting the bed; we just came from the doctor. She stated that its normal but we should still invest in some night time underwear. If we could refrain from anything that looks even remotely similar to a nappy would be appreciated. Harry here has already decided he won’t wear them, but you never know.”
“Oh yes, if you’ll just follow me.”
Severus followed her to an aisle where he was immediately overwhelmed. How did you know which one was for your child? He didn’t even realize that he had started to think of Harry as his own.
“What size is now?”
“Small should be ok.”
“Here you go, if you need anything else just call me,” she replied before going back to fixing the shelves.
Severus grabbed three different brands before going to the checkout line, 5 minutes later they were back on the road. Harry woke up when they arrived and they had a blast trying to race against each other.
Harry was excited right after they went go-karting Snape had promised to take him to a playground so he could play with his car. He hadn’t had a chance to drive with it and he couldn’t wait. Arriving at the park, Harry put the car down and was having a blast. He didn’t notice until he looked around, but he had moved quite a bit of distance away from Snape. As he was turning to go back to his Professor he heard somebody that made his heart stop before doubling back over time.
“Hey freak, what are you doing here?” Dudley yelled.
Harry was terrified, why oh why did he stray this far from Snape?
“Nothing Dudley,” he answered quickly picking up his car.
“Whose car is that? I bet you stole it didn’t you freak?”
“No I didn’t, someone bought it for me. It’s mine.”
“I don’t believe it dad says freaks like you don’t deserve nice things. Give it to, I want it.”
“No!” Harry yelled back at Dudley, Snape had bought him this and it wasn’t leaving his possessions without a fight.
Harry noted that Dudley resembled Uncle Vernon a lot when he got angry. His face was turning colors and Harry decided it would be wise to run. Just as he was turning away, he swore he was about to have a heart attack, Uncle Vernon appeared behind Dudley. He willed his body to run, but he was frozen in shock at his Uncle started towards him. Thankfully his mouth still worked just fine, because he sucked in a lungful of air before screaming as loud as he could.
“DADDY HELP ME!”
Severus’s heart thudded painfully in his chest, ad he heard Harry scream for him. He arrived just in time to see this large man lunge for his child, he didn’t even think before he wandlessy cast a stupefy at the man. He fell over with a thunk, and Severus quickly went over to Harry who seemed to be scared stiff. He picked the boy up who still had a strong grip on his car before address the large boy who was gaping at him.
“Who are you to Harry, and who was that man?”
“That’s my dad and the freak is my cousin. Who are you?” Dudley asked whimpering when he saw the glare Severus was looking at him with.
“His father, I’m an adult wizard. It would be best if you refrain from calling my child names, or I will do exactly to you as I did to your father.”
At that Severus walked away with the still silent boy in his arms. Shaking his head as he got him strapped in the seatbelt, they really couldn’t catch a break could they?
Harry sat in the car unmoving; he had yet to release the grip he had on his car. What are the odds that he meet the Durselys in that park? Shaking away the ‘what if’ thoughts, he smiled through the tears that were in his eyes. Snape had save him again, only this time he had called Harry his child. At the reminder of that thought, he knew he was smiling like a loon, but he was so happy.
“Where are we going now?” He asked, trying to stop grinning his cheeks were starting to hurt.
“Have you ever been to the Cinema?” Severus asked trying to figure out the boy’s changed moods. He himself was still angry with the Durselys but he couldn’t see how Harry wasn’t.
“No, I wasn’t allowed, Dudley was though.” Harry replied head down in shame, his smile was gone now, he was so ashamed.
“Good, then I have the pleasure of taking you to your very first movie.” Severus said interrupting Harry’s dark thoughts.
“Really, cool, are you serious? Are we going now? What are we going to see?” Harry asked excitedly.
“Slow down child, yes we are going now, and yes I’m serious. We are going to be watching a double feature; the first movie is called 3 Ninjas, and the second movie is Aladdin.”
Harry had heard Dean and bunch of other muggleborn kids talking about seeing them this summer, and he was happy to know that he would finally be able to contribute to the conversation of how was your summer. Not to mention he really, really wanted to see Aladdin. But he was curious about one more thing, would Snape allow it?
“Umm, can I have some snacks to watch in the cinema?” Harry asked timidly.
“Of course, my favorite is popcorn and along with milk duds. Don’t you dare tell Albus that either, otherwise I’d never hear the end of it.”Severus said to Harry off-handedly.
“I won’t sir, will I be allowed to try some?” Harry said so softly, Severus nearly missed it.
“You’ll have your own snacks Harry, but you can try some of mine if you like,” Severus stated knowing fully well what the child was really asking.
“Thank you,” Harry said turning to stare at the window.
Professor Snape was letting him have his own snacks, and he could still have some of his teacher’s food if he wanted too. That small act of kindness was almost too much for Harry, and he had to turn away blinking rapidly to keep the tears where they were. When they arrived at the Cinema Harry grabbed Snape’s hand and they walked to the entrance together. He looked around at everyone while his Professor paid for everything, then they finally walked in. Harry’s eyes widened as he took in the arcade, sneaking a quick glance at Snape he decided not to ask, he was already getting his own snacks, and it wouldn't do for him to get greedy.
Severus mentally sighed, just like with the toys Harry didn’t say a thing. Oh he knew the boy wanted to play in the arcade and who could blame him, he and Lily had a blast when they were kids. Making up his mind he led the child to the games and gave him a 5 pound note, telling him to put it into the change machine. They had 30 minutes before their first show started, and he wanted the boy to have this experience. Leaning against the wall, he watched Harry’s smile light up his whole face as he played his game. He would never admit it, but his heart nearly melted when Harry turned around and beamed at him happiness. He found himself blinking away tears for some reason, before chalking it up to dust in his eyes.
Harry was in heaven, now he was quite positive that his Professor could read minds. How did he know that Harry wanted to play video games? As he was finishing up a Mario game he could feel his bladder filling it. It was uncomfortable but it was manageable, he didn’t want to stop playing. All to soon though it was time for them to get their seats. He found himself trying to give Snape back the remaining money but the man wouldn’t take it. Promising to give it back later, he shoved it in his pocket before they headed to the Snack bar.
After they grabbed their snacks, they walked to the theatre. Harry was glad that Snape knew the places on where to sit because he didn’t. As soon as they got comfortable the previews started coming on, then finally the movie had started. About halfway through 3 Ninjas Harry was squirming slightly in his seat, but he tried to ignore it. The popcorn had made him thirsty and he had been drinking his fizzy drink, and now his bladder was paying for it. Oh he had to pee, sneaking a look at Snape; the man seemed so into the movie that he didn’t want to disturb it just because he needed the loo. Reaching into his pants, he grabbed a hold of himself, he knew he could hold it if he really, really tried.
About 30 minutes later he was starting to doubt that he could last; it was all he could do to keep from whimpering. He could barely concentrate on the movie, and it hurt to laugh. Not to mention that Snape would be angry when he found out Harry waited until the last minute. He didn’t want his Professor mad at him, nor did he want to wet in such a public place. Gathering that Gryffindor courage he poked the man in the side.
“What is Harry?” Severus whispered.
“I need the loo,” Harry whispered back.
“The movie will be over in about 15 more minutes, can you wait until then?”
Harry didn’t think he could, but it was only a few more minutes. He really did want to see the ending. 15 minutes was nothing when you think about it, and besides Snape sounded like he really wanted to see the last bit.
“Yes sir,” Harry said quietly before turning back to the movie.
By the time the movie was over, Harry was nearly in tears. He had to wait a minute before he could stand up without worrying about leaking into his boxers and by then Snape had already walked out thinking that Harry was behind him. He took his hand out of his pants on to put it into his pocket and tried to hold himself. At least that way it didn’t look so noticeable at what he was doing. As he was walking to the lobby, someone grabbed him by shoulder and he had to stop himself from freaking out when he realized it was Snape.
“What took you so long?”
“You left me, there was a lot of people pushing,” Harry said it was true but not the reason why he took so long.
“We have 2 hours until the next movie starts, do you want to go get something to eat and then come back?”
“Could we have Pizza?” Harry asked quietly, he still wasn’t comfortable asking for things.
“I suppose we could,” Severus stated like it was the worst thing in the world.
“Cool, thank you.” Harry replied, happy that his idea didn’t get shot down.
As they walking towards the door, Harry remembered his immediate need. He knew he couldn’t wait until they got to the pizza parlor though.
“Before we go, can I use the loo?” Harry asked trying not to shuffle his feet.
“Sorry about that Harry, it slipped my mind. Of course you can use it before we go.” Severus answered leading him towards the toilet.
Harry suppressed back a sob as he took in the queue for the toilet. It was really long and they were in the back of it, he had a better chance of making it to the Pizza place.
“Never mind, I’ll just wait until we get there,” Harry answered walking back from the line.
“Are you sure, we can check out another one?”
“It won’t matter, the one on the other side is just as long,” a man in line said.
“Oh, well come on Harry’s lets go then.”
Harry walked slightly behind Snape, as they headed to the car. Oh god he had to pee and it hurt so much. He couldn’t hold back his tears anymore, and he tried to cry quietly. He only hoped that Snape wouldn’t turn around, or ask him anything for that matter. Getting in to the car, he was thankful that he was sitting in the back, and he avoided looking in the front mirror. It seemed like everything was taking extra slow, he was dying for the loo.
“We should be there in about 20 minutes Harry, how are you holding up?”
“I’m fine sir,” he croaked out bending at his waist in his seat.
Since he was stopped at a stoplight he took a glance at the child behind him, his face was the picture of agony. And it showed him perfectly that Harry Potter was most certainly not fine.
“Damn,” he whispered he couldn’t blame the boy for this, since he did ask before the movie was over.
“I don’t think you are Harry, its ok you’re not in trouble. I’ll stop somewhere closer ok?”
“Could you just hurry please,” Harry whispered anxiously.
“I will Harry, just hold on?” Severus said eyes looking out for anything.
“K,” Harry replied softly.
Harry sat up straight as he felt a long spurt escape his tight grip, he wasn’t going to wet today.
“Pull over Dad please,” Harry practically yelled frantically clawing at his jeans to keep it all in.
Severus for his part was floored; did the child even realize what he had just called him? And they weren’t even pretending for the muggles, is that what the boy really thinks of me as? He thought to himself, before taking another look at the red-face child in the backseat.
“I am Harry you can hold on for a bit longer,” he said trying to reassure the child.
“I can’t anymore, it hurts it really hurts,” Harry said crying harder.
Severus was startled, thinking it would be better for the boy to just wet if holding it was painful. But then the insecure child would have
another setback for wetting his pants like a toddler. He sighed he didn’t know what to do, but try to hurry up and find somewhere. He was passing an empty parking lot, when he had an idea. Quickly pulling in he parked the car near a few trees, and he could see that they wouldn’t be visible to the eye.
Harry looked around in confusion, were they there yet? And if so, where the heck was there?
“Get out of the car Harry,” Severus said before getting out himself.
Harry didn’t argue he didn’t know what was going on but he trusted his Professor enough. Quickly undoing his seatbelt he opened the door and stood by it. Well he tried to stand by it, he was more or less bent over in an uncomfortable position.
“What are we doing here sir?” Harry asked in a strained voice.
“You my child are about to burst, I don’t know what else to do. So you can just go by the car and I’ll cover you, does that sound good?”
It sounded like the best plan Harry had ever heard, or it could have been his bladder screaming for relief. Whatever it was, he wasn’t about to say no, and he quickly tried to undo his trousers. Tried was the key word, he hated that when he had to go so bad he couldn’t get his fingers to cooperate. He tried to hobble over to Snape to help him but found himself unable to move.
Severus heard the boy struggling and turned around and swiftly undid his belt and buckle for him before he was almost literally sprayed in the face for his good deed. Quickly turning the boy to face the tire of the car, he walked a few paces away to give the child privacy, when he heard the loud sigh come from the boy before the sound of liquid hitting the pavement.
Harry was mortified, but that was silenced by what he was feeling. He was actually feeling a little lightheaded from how he was relieved he was by finally getting to go pee. He didn’t feel anywhere close to finishing so he leaned one hand tiredly on the car, holding it in had taken a lot out of him. When he was finally done he stared comically at the ground at how big his puddle was. He was quite proud of it, and that he could hold that much in.
“Sorry sir, I didn’t mean to uhh...do what I did.” Harry stammered blushing red.
“It’s alright child, do you feel better now?” He said trying not to add to the child’s embarrassment.
“Yes sir, are we still going for pizza?”
“My answer hasn’t changed child, come and get back into the car.”
Harry got back in, and rubbed his stomach it was still tender but it was empty. He couldn’t wait until he got pizza and then they were going back to the cinema. This was turning out to be the best summer he had ever had.
Edited December 29, 2011 by SeverusSnapeFan
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This is another long chapter I was going to split it up but I couldnt find the right spot lol. I apologize in advance if I dont get a chance to update tomorow, its going to be really hectic for me, but I will try.
Chapter 18
The next night found that Harry was currently staring at the ceiling in their hotel room. He wasn’t sure but he thought Snape might be sleep. He hadn’t been paying attention since they started this trip but looking at the calendar yesterday and he realized that his birthday was only 3 days away. He had been having a blast spending his summer with Snape, but he really missed his friends. Would Snape allow his friends to visit him?
“Professor, are you awake?” Harry whispered softly.
“Yes Harry I am, what did you need?” Severus asked eyes still closed.
“My birthday is coming up…”Harry answered trailing off.
“On the 31st I am aware Harry, what is it?”
“CouldRonandHermionevisitmeformybirthday?” He asked words rushing to together.
Severus sat up and quirked and eyebrow at the child at his garbled speech.
“Could you repeat that Harry, this time slowly?”
“Oh, could Ron and Hermione visit for my birthday?” Harry finished softly.
Severus blinked slowly, of course the boy wanted his friends over for his birthday. If he wasn’t mistaken this would probably be the first time he got to celebrate his birthday given the way he was treated by his relatives. He wasn’t really looking forward to spending a few days with the Gryffindor Trio, but he couldn’t tell the child no. Well he could, but not without hurting Harry deeply, and he didn’t want to do that.
“You may, I’ll send and Owl to Albus tomorrow morning before we head out for the football game.”
“Will we be going back to Manor, or are they going to come along for the trip too?”
“Maybe we’ll spend 1 night in the hotel, because I’m taking you somewhere special for your birthday. The rest of the time they’re here we’ll spend at the Manor.”
“Oh, so when we go back to the Manor our trip will be over?” Harry asked trying not to frown; he didn’t want that to happen. He loved hanging out with Snape, wait what did he just say?
“Yes, you do want to have a party at the Manor don’t you?” Severus asked puzzled.
“No I changed my mind; I don’t want to invite my friends anymore.” Harry quickly replied trying to backtrack.
“Harry, I’m confused now child, what are you talking about?”
“You just said that when my friends come that out trip will be over, and we’ll be back at the Manor. I don’t want the trip to be over yet…because I like spending time with you,” Harry state blushing for having admitted his feelings.
“Harry child that was not what I meant. After your friends go back home, we will resume are trip once again. There are still plenty of places I want us to visit.”
“Oh…Cool then.”
Two days later Harry and Severus were driving to a muggle train station to pick up his friends. Harry was a bit confused about why they were traveling the muggle way too; until Snape informed him it was safe not to mention Hermione’s parents were more comfortable with that form of transportation. He was so excited to see his friends that he wasn’t paying attention to the signs of his body. Every since the day he went to the cinema and held it until it hurt, he had been having a lot more trouble with how long he could hold it. He didn’t tell Snape though, because he knew now that the man liked him, but he didn’t want to embarrass him by acting like a baby.
As so as they parked and headed inside the train station, he could recognize that Weasely hair anywhere. Ron was currently looking around in awe at everything, the same way Harry looked at magic. They had a mini reunion in the middle of the station and Snape introduced himself to Hermione’s parents, who seemed to be pretty nice. So caught up on catching up with his friends, Harry missed the opportunity to use the loo at the station. On the way back to the hotel Harry sat up front with Snape, it seemed that Hermione and Ron were still nervous in Snape’s presence because nobody said anything. Harry was so lulled to sleep by the quietness in the car, and the wind in his hair.
He was awoken abruptly by that familiar feeling of warmth soaking his trousers, and he quickly glanced back to note that his friends looked sleep, but he couldn’t be sure. Snape was humming along to a random song on the radio, and he Harry was afraid to speak up. What if he friends weren’t really asleep? All too soon they arrived at the hotel, where everyone started to get out of the car except Harry.
“Ha…Mr. Potter what are you doing?” Severus said just barely able to catch himself from calling Harry by his first name.
Harry was shocked, why was Snape calling him by his last name? He wasn’t in trouble already was he?
“Sir, my seatbelt is stuck, could you please help me?”
“Harry I’ll help you…” Hermione started to say.
“No, he can use magic, and I’m really stuck in here.” Harry replied hurriedly,
They seemed to believe his lie, well not Snape but Harry was counting on that anyways.
“Miss Granger, Mr. Weasely please take your things and wait for us in the lobby.”
Harry noted that Ron looked a bit freaked about leaving Harry alone with Snape, but Hermione pulled him along with her. Harry waited until they had entered the hotel lobby before turning back to Snape.
“What’s really wrong Harry?”
“I wet your seat, I’m really sorry sir.”Harry said dejectedly.
“You already know it’s not your fault, so don’t start blaming yourself. I’ll clean you up in a hurry Harry.”
“Thank you Professor, why were you calling me Mr. Potter? I ‘m not in trouble am I?”
“No Harry you aren’t, I just didn’t want your friends to get suspicious.”
“Why would they be suspicious sir?”
“Because, it’s well known in Hogwarts that we have an extreme dislike for one another,” Severus replied patiently.
“That’s not true, I like you sir,” Harry answered to the ground.
“Now you do Harry, but before you and I both know you did not. Not that I blame you child, because I don’t, I know what kind of person I can be.”
“That doesn’t matter now,” Harry replied wanting to get away from the conversation about hating each other.
“It does matter Harry; we have to pretend that we still hate each other.”
“What, why? I don’t want to do that sir,” Harry replied trying forcibly to stay calm.
“There comes a time when there is going to be many things you don’t want to do Mr. Potter. You need to dig deep because you must do it anyway.”
“I don’t understand sir, why do I have to do this?” Harry pleaded, he didn’t want to go back to Snape berating him and yelling at him. He liked the new Snape who called him his child; he didn’t want the one who used to hurt him for things that weren’t his fault.
“This is the way it has to be Potter; I suggest you get used to it.” Severus said before discreetly waving his wand and cleaning Harry up before walking towards the hotel.
Harry stood the by the car, trying to mash the heels of his hands into his eyes, he would not cry over this now. Later when he was in his bed and everyone was asleep, then maybe he would, but for now he had to be strong. By the time Harry arrived in the lobby about 7 minutes later his eyes and nose were red, but if anyone asked he would claim allergies. He finally realized that Snape must be ashamed of him, and that’s why he didn’t want Hermione and Ron to know. He was used to it though, the Durselys were always ashamed of him, and he should have expected that Snape wouldn’t be any different.
“Harry are you ok?” Hermione asked her eyebrows furrowing in concern.
“I’m fine Mione, just my summer allergies. I really hate them you know,” Harry stated with much more enthusiasm then he felt.
“Ok Harry, if you say so,” she answered not really believing that to be the case but not wanting push it.
They headed to their room, where looking around Harry saw that it was a bit too small for four people now. Not to mention one of the four of them was a girl and she needed her own room.
“Pack your things Potter, when you get done you and your friends meet me in the lobby.”
Harry didn’t say a word he just headed to do what was told of him, he missed the look on Snape’s face as he didn’t acknowledge the fact that the man spoke. By the time they came back to the lobby Snape had already upgraded them to a suite, but Harry couldn’t find it in him to be happy. He knew he should have never asked for his friends to visit him, now Snape hated him again. Opening the door to their suite they quickly noted that it had 3 bedrooms, one would belong to Snape, another to Hermione and the boys would share a room. Later that night found Harry scared to go to sleep, what if Ron found out? What if he had a nightmare and screamed and woke Ron up? He couldn’t use magic here, and Snape was mad at him. What was he supposed to do? He wished hard that Ron wouldn’t find out about his nightmares because he knew that would only lead to more problems. He finally fell into an uneasy sleep. He woke up predictably at 2:00am to a wet bed, not to mention his throat was hurting, like he’d been screaming a long time.
If that was the case then why wasn’t Ron or anybody else awake for that matter? Struggling to be quiet he changed the sheets on his bed, trying to stay quiet was tiresome and as he came back to his bed he stubbed his toe. He couldn’t stop the moan, or the curse that escaped his mouth. He stared in shock when he realized that Ron didn’t move at all, was there some kind of charm up? Getting back onto his damp mattress he tried to get into a comfortable position to sleep some more, but couldn’t. He didn’t know it but his accidental magic had created a silencing charm, due to not wanting to bother Ron. The next day was his birthday, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. He was tired and cranky and he was in a bad mood, he wished the day could be over already.
“Do you know where we are going Harry?”
“No,” Harry whispered, he wasn’t in the mood for talking or anything really.
“Professor, where are we going?” Hermione finally asked when the boys gave her a glare that said they weren’t going to.
“To the Aquarium Miss Granger, is that all right with everyone?” Severus stated sneering.
Harry didn’t say a thing as his friends replied, he just got in the back this time and faced looking out the window. It was only the first day and he was already he was wishing it was time for his friends to leave. He didn’t want any secrets; it was his own fault putting his faith in a man who he knew hated him for no reason. They arrived and still Harry said nothing, he didn’t have to say anything since Hermione spoke for them all. They went through an underground tube that had animals all around them. It was a really cool experience and any other day Harry was sure he would enjoy it. All the water was making him have to pee though, but he didn’t want to deal with Snape. As they were walking pass the sharks he saw a sign for the loo, he contemplated going alone. But the thought of being alone in a loo still brought shivers up his spine. All the water was not helping his situation, and he realized he would have to speak up soon, unless he wanted to wet himself on his birthday.
“I have to go to the loo,” he stated just loud enough for Snape who was in front to hear him.
“Its right over there Potter, so you may do so now.” Severus said without looking at him.
Harry stared unblinkingly at the man; did he really think he was going to go by himself? Obviously the man really meant what he said, Harry struggled not to panic.
“Do you gotta go Ron?” Harry asked as a last resort.
“No mate I’m good,” Ron replied obliviously.
“Oh then never mind, I’ll just wait then.” He said before distracting Hermione with a question.
Severus was bothered, he knew the boy couldn’t wait that long, and as much as he wanted to go in with him he didn’t say a thing. He wasn’t sure how he was feeling about the boy right now; he only knew he felt a stab of hurt when Harry refused to look at him. He would have thought the child would have been overjoyed to know that he could keep his friendship with the greasy git of a teacher quiet, but like everything involving the boy he was wrong. He turned around to check on Harry, and saw that he was wiggling around quite a bit already, and his left hand was present in his groin.
“Don’t any of you move, I’ll be right back,” he damn near growled at them.
“Where are you going sir?” Hermione asked.
“The loo and you better be here when I get back.” He said glaring specifically at the boys.
“We will sir, we promise,” she stated sincerely.
Harry wanted so bad to go with the man to the loo, his need was getting really urgent, what was he supposed to do? He was trying not to cry, was the man that ashamed of him that he wanted him to embarrass himself in public?
“Potter are you coming or not?” Severus said impatiently.
“Sir,” Harry asked unsurely.
“You just stated you needed the loo, not 10 minutes before. I’m going in there now; do you still need to go?” Severus asked like he was speaking to a small child.
“Oh uh I do sir,” Harry said before heading to the toilet with Snape.
As he walking to it he heard Ron mutter, how he could trust Snape in the loo with him? What was he talking about? Was he trying to compare Snape and the pervert who almost got him? Wanting to get in an out he ran to a stall so he wouldn’t have to see Snape. It seriously hurt to look at the man, to know that you got to know someone, the real them and then they suddenly just toss you aside like you mean nothing. He understands having lived his whole life thinking he was nothing, but it still hurts nonetheless.
Once again that night Harry cried himself to sleep, he didn’t know how to handle his situation and he couldn’t trust adults, he was on his own. The next day Severus apparated them each to the Manor where he showed Hermione the room she would be staying in and Ron would once again be staying with Harry. Unbeknownst to Harry, the wards around Snape’s Manor disables all charms accidental or not. He didn’t know this as he started what he thought would become his nightly ritual for the rest of the summer. He was crying himself to sleep.
Ron heard the whimper first, and the sob before getting out of his bed to look at Harry. He could see his friend’s shoulder’s shaking, and tears running from his eyes but he didn’t know what was going on. It was really freaking him out, Harry didn’t just cry, something definitely had to be wrong with him. When he touched his shoulder, Harry reacted by flinching back before burying himself deep into the covers. He didn’t know what he was supposed to do; he really wished Hermione was in the room. Deciding to go get her he opened the door and walked down the hall to her room. Before he could knock he heard Snape’s voice behind him.
“Just where do you think you are going Mr. Weasley? I do believe your room is on the opposite side of this one.”
“Yes sir I know that, but I just needed to talk to Hermione is all.”
“Whatever you have to tell her, you can just wait until tomorrow.”
“It can’t sir, this is important.”
“Let me be the judge of that Weasley, what’s so important?”
“Something…wrong with Harry, he’s crying and he won’t stop.” Ron finally replied.
Severus eyes hardened before walking quickly to the child’s room. Spelling the room locked and with privacy charms, he walked over to the boy’s bed, he was as Weasley stated. His face was flushed with sweat and he was crying like no tomorrow.
“Harry what’s wrong?” He asked concerned.
“Don’t act like you care now, because I already know you don’t. Its fine I’m used to it, just please…leave me alone,” he said chocking on a sob.
“Hush child before you make yourself sick. Now tell me what has got you into this state. Did Weasley say something to you, was it a nightmare? Did you wet the bed Harry?”
“Please go away,” Harry whispered gloomily.
“No until you tell me what’s wrong,”
“I know that you’re ashamed of me, but did you at least like me a little or was it all just pretend?” Harry blurted out around his sobs.
Severus shook his head, what was the child on about? What did he mean that I was ashamed of him?
“Harry why do you think I’m ashamed of you?”
“Because you don’t want Ron and Hermione to know that you liked the Gryffindor Golden Boy,” Harry said sneering similarly to Snape.
Severus immediately understood why the child was so upset; he really should have explained his actions before he thrusted the child into this situation.
“That’s not why Harry, I didn’t think you would want your friends to know that you were friends with the greasy bat of the Dungeons. In a sense I was trying to preserve your reputation.” And mine, although he stated the last part to himself.
“You thought I would be ashamed of you, why?” Harry asked genuinely puzzled.
“Because most Gryffindors would be Harry,”
“But I’m not most, I’m just Harry.”
“I know that child, I know. Do you think you can sleep now?”
“What am I supposed to do about Ron? I mean I can’t keep hiding my sheets can I?”
“Call Tigger to do it in the morning when we are at breakfast, and tomorrow I’ll find a time to talk to you about your appointment.”
“Ok, good night sir,”
“Goodnight child,” Severus said before gently ruffling the boy’s hair.
He walked out the room to find Weasley staring angrily at the wall; he addressed the boy goodnight before walking into his own room. He couldn’t help but feel guilty he was the cause of the boy’s agony, vowing tomorrow to explain it thoroughly he headed down to his lab.
Edited December 30, 2011 by SeverusSnapeFan
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This is the shortest chapter ever, barely reaching 3 pages, but I just wrote it in the spare time I had tonight. I wanted to apologize I didnt realize until I read over last chapter, that it had some angst, I'll make sure to put a warning up next time..I found myself crying along with Harry lol. I'm unhappy with this chapter, but here it is. I know it seemes like it has no purpose but its setting what happening next Chapter..
Chapter 19
The next morning Harry woke up sick to his stomach, blaming it on nerves he headed to the toilet to get dress. Avoiding Ron was his main goal for today and if he told Hermione her too as well. He couldn’t wrap his head around some of the things his teacher said to him last night. He convinced himself that Snape only comforted him because he didn’t want to deal with Ron, since he had already proved Harry’s worth to him yesterday. As much as his Professor hurt him, he didn’t want to leave the Manor.
As Ron headed downstairs for breakfast Harry called Tigger, who was more than happy to clean up for him. As he was looking in the drawer for socks, he was startled to find something else there with them. Why were there nappies in his drawer? He felt his eyes immediately fill with tears, well this pretty much cemented the fact that the man thought he was a baby. He swiped angrily at his eyes before shoving the dresser close, and walking downstairs. He forced himself to swallow his breakfast, but it tasted like sawdust and made his throat dry. He never noticed the concerned looks Snape’s was giving him, and if he was being honest he could care less.
“Today we will be heading to Dickens World.”
“What is that Professor?” Ron asked.
Before Snape could reply Hermione spoke up like Harry knew she would.
“It’s a educational theme park,” she stated patiently.
Harry saw Ron nod that he understood but Harry doubted he even knew what a theme park was. Oh well, Ron was on his own he wasn’t about to draw any type of attention to himself. After getting apparated back to their hotel Harry decided he didn’t like that mode of wizard transportation and found himself missing the car. But not for long when Snape announced it was about 1 hour drive to the park. Harry was inching himself towards the backseat not wanting to be alone with Snape in the front.
“Mr. Potter, get into the front please,” Severus stated.
“No thank you sir, I’ve already had my turn. Ron, Hermione, do you guys want a chance?”
“No mate, I’m good in the back,” Ron replied fearfully.
“The front makes me carsick Harry,” Hermione replied looking grim at just the thought of sitting in the front.
“Oh then never mind then.”
Angling his body so that he would have absolutely no reason to look at the man Harry got ready for the longest ride ever. Thankfully there was no traffic on the road and they arrived at the destination relatively quick. Getting out of the car they all headed towards the entrance, with Harry lagging behind. Once they were actually inside the park Harry found his spirits being lifted, he contemplated that he could mad at Snape later but for now he wanted to have fun.
“Dad, what are we going to do first?” Harry asked eyes trying to take in everything at once.
“What do you want to do?”
Hermione and Ron were floored, what did Harry just call Snape, and why?
“Harry mate, are you feeling ok?” Ron asked eyes wide, and trying not to choke.
“Yes, I’m fine Ron, what did you guys want to check out first?”
“Why did you call Snape dad? He’s not your father Harry, what the heck is going on?”
“He’s my pretend dad in front of the muggles; it’s just an easier explanation.” Harry whispered.
“I don’t like it,” Ron stated.
Harry shrugged but didn’t reply he didn’t really expect Ron to get it, he barely did. Chancing a glance at Hermione he saw that she had a thoughtful expression on her face but she stayed silent. Grabbing Snape’s hand (since he was pretending he might as well live it up, especially since the man hated him) he proceeded to have a blast.
Severus was confused, one second the boy was fine, and then the next he was mad at you or crying his eyes out. He thought that mood swings were usually reserved for hormonal girls, not just barely 13 year old boys. Shaking his head, he tightened his hold on the child’s hand and headed to the rides. The day turned out to be pretty good, despite how it all started, by the end of the day he had ended up carrying Harry to the car. The boy had fallen asleep waiting for his last treat, of a funnel cake. Granger and Weasley weren’t far behind and the minute they got into the car they both dropped out. Apparating 3 sleeping children was something he hoped to never do again. Laying each of them in their bed, he headed to his own room for some much needed sleep. Trying to keep up with three 13 year olds all day was tiring, and he wasn’t as young as he used to be. He scoffed at himself, since when was 34 years old considered old, especially in wizard years. Shaking his head he quickly got dressed for bed, before joining his charges into slumber land.
Edited December 31, 2011 by SeverusSnapeFan
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Happy New Years guys, I figure I'd update today or tonight...it doesnt matter..anyways this one is really long to make up for the crappy Chapter 19 and I do hope you guys like it. Hope you like it...and if not..I dont want to know lol I know my Harry tends to act a bit immature..ehh just chalk it up to bad parenting at the Durselys and finally being at a place where he can express himself. In a sense trying to enjoy the part of the childhood he never could...anyways on the story
Chapter 20
The next day Harry woke up wet like usual but before Ron. Quickly getting his stuff and summoning Tigger, he was awake and dressed before his friend had even woken up. Today was the day that his friends were going back home, and a part of him was glad. The other part was afraid of what Snape might do to him. He shook his head at his stupidity; Snape promised he would never hurt him even before his friends came. Throughout breakfast Harry remained silent and wouldn’t look up from his plate. He was so quiet that he sent Ron into a panic thinking that Harry was afraid of them leaving him alone with Snape.
Ron flooed to his house and immediately told him mum that Harry wasn’t safe at Snape Manor.
“Mum, Harry told me that he was scared of what Snape might do. Plus he said he would rather spend the rest of the summer with me. Mum please, can’t you tell Dumbledore or something?”
“It’s Headmaster Dumbledore, Ronald and I am sure that Harry is perfectly safe.” She insisted.
Molly was of course skeptical, she knew that Albus would never allow Harry to come to harm. And besides Severus was an order member for one, and two he would never hurt a child. She along with Poppy was among the few who knew what kind of childhood Severus had. Nonetheless her youngest son wouldn’t stop pestering her until she floo called Albus.
The minute his friends were gone, Harry made his way to his room. After all it was better to be out of site, at the Durselys. He was stopped midway up the stairs by his teacher who had intercepted him.
“Harry I need you to come downstairs, we need to talk.”
Sitting on the chair furthest away from the man, lest he decide Harry needed a smacking. He waited patiently for the man to start talking.
“Harry, first of all I want to apologize to you. I never meant to make you feel like I didn’t care for you. I wasn’t ashamed of you either, it’s a complicated situation but you need to know that none of it is about how I feel about you.”
“Then why did we have to pretend to hate each other still, why did you act like you liked it?”
Severus was appalled, what was the boy talking about? He never showed any emotion when he treated Harry like he used to.
“What are you talking about child?”
“You knew that I hated being alone in Public loo’s and I almost wet before you actually took me. I thought you wanted to embarrass me for thinking that you actually cared for me.”
Severus stared at the child, what a mess he had created. He knew he should have sat down and talked to the child, the minute they knew his friends were coming. He was not an expressive man; he didn’t do hugs or touching but the boy across from him need assurance in the worst way. Sometimes you just have to do it for the kids, he sighed before reaching his arms out for the boy.
Harry eyed his Professor’s outstretched arms suspiciously, but he slowly found himself walking towards them. A minute before he got to them he stopped a second before launching himself at the man and sobbing into his shirt. Through his whole blubbering ordeal he was happy to note that the arms remained tightly around him keeping him safe. How could he have ever thought that Snape would hurt him?
“I’m sorry Professor; I just didn’t know what to think. Especially when I found that you had bought me nappies. Do you really think I’m a baby sir?” Harry asked eyes shining with unshed tears as he awaited the answer.
“No you foolish child, those are not nappies. I know they may feel like they are but they are nighttime underwear so you won’t have to worry about waking up wet. I meant to talk to you about them but I never could find the time, and then your friends showed up.”
“Oh ok, I thought you were keeping your word when you said I should be in nappies,” Harry stated with a grimace.
“That was the day where I was frustrated that you kept waiting until the very last minute to tell me of your need.”
“Well that was mean,” Harry replied affronted.
“It worked didn’t it child?” Severus said smirking.
“Still it was…”Harry was cut off as the floo flared green and Severus was shoving him behind the sofa telling him to stay quiet.
Harry’s heart was thumping widely and he was terrified of who that might be coming through the fire. He was wishing he was back in his room, as he was trying to silence his harsh breathing he waited for them to start speaking. The minute he heard who the speaker was, he about wet himself with relief.
“Good afternoon Severus, how are you doing my boy?”
“I’m fine Albus, this is an unexpected visit.” Severus replied hand over his still thumping heart.
“I know, I just wanted to see how my two boys are doing. Speaking of my boys, where is Harry?”
“Here sir,” Harry answered breathlessly coming from behind the sofa.”
“Harry my boy, what were you doing behind the couch?”
“We weren’t sure who was coming to see us, so Professor Snape told me to stay quiet.”
“Right he was my boy, right he was.”
“Why are you here Headmaster?” Harry asked confused.
“Just checking in on you both, wanted to see how your summer is coming along.”
“Oh it’s going great sir; Professor Snape is really taking me to fun places.” Harry answered smiling.
“Severus, do you mind if I speak to young Harry here, alone?”
“No not at all Albus, I’ll just go get started on lunch while he shows you his room.”
Harry walked up the stairs to his room, wondering what the Headmaster wanted with him. He hoped he wasn’t here to tell him that he had to leave, because he didn’t. Sitting on his bed he waited for the man to start talking.
“Harry are you happy here with Professor Snape?”
“Yes sir I am, he can be really nice when he wants too.”
“I’m sure he can my boy, what did he do for your birthday?”
“We went to the Aquarium only I couldn’t enjoy it though,” Harry replied sadly.
“Why not Harry?”
“Because Professor Snape said that we had to pretend to still hate each other for Ron and Hermione. I didn’t understand why, so I thought he was ashamed of me.”
“Did he explain to you why?”
“He said it was a complicated situation, but that it didn’t change how he feels about me.”
“Which is what Harry?”
“He likes me, and sometimes I think…he might even love me,” Harry whispered the last part.
“What makes you say that Harry?” Albus asked eyes twinkling brightly.
“He keeps calling me his child, and not just when we’re pretending for the muggles.”
“That’s good Harry, I’m glad to hear that.”
“Is that all you wanted to talk to me about?”
“No my boy there is one more thing, Mr. Weasley seems to think that you are afraid of Professor Snape.”
“Why would I be afraid of Snape?”
“He told his mother how afraid you were when Professor went into the loo with you at the Aquarium.”
“Oh, I wasn’t afraid of the Professor going in with me, I was afraid that he was going to make me go alone. Earlier this summer a creepy guy almost got me when I went to the loo by myself, but my Professor saved me.” Harry said shuddering in remembrance of his attack.
Albus was a bit alarmed at that, I mean who wouldn’t but he knew he would be speaking with Severus in depth on the situation later.
“So I take it that you do not want to spend the remainder of the summer with the Weasleys?”
“No sir, I’d rather stay here.” Harry answered.
“Are you sure my boy?” Albus asked.
“Yes, I don’t want to go with the Weasleys. I am fine right where I am.”
“See I don’t understand this Harry, earlier this summer you told me that you’d rather be at the Weasleys then with Professor Snape, what changed?”
“I don’t know, he just stopped being so mean to me I guess,” Harry answered.
“Hmm…and you’re sure that Professor Snape has never hurt you?” Albus asked, he knew that Severus never would but he wanted to know what changed Harry’s attitude towards his teacher.
“What is it with people thinking he hurt me? He doesn’t hurt me and I don’t want to stay with Ron I want to stay with MY Professor. You can’t make me leave; everyone always tries to take me away from him. He promised, he said he was stuck with me and I’m with him, you can’t,” Harry said through tearful sobs.
“Harry my boy, I didn’t mean to make you think that I would take…”but Albus was cut off from the shock of the child’s word
“Daddy please help me,” he cried running out of the room and away from the Headmaster.
Severus who was eavesdropping, thankful that his Manor allowed no one to set wards but himself was once again floored when he heard the child call for him. Did the boy even realize during his emotional outbursts what he was saying? None of that mattered anymore, his child was calling for him, and he reached to open the door only to have it open by itself. All he saw was a blur of black hair run at him and jump and he instinctively caught him and held Harry tight.
“Don’t let him get me please, dad I’m sorry.” Harry pleaded in Snape’s shoulder.
“He’s not going to get you Harry, so stop apologizing my child,” Severus soothed forgetting all about Albus for the moment.
“He’s trying to take me away, he wants me to go to the Weasleys, but you promised.” Harry answered gulping on a sob.
“And I keep my promises child, do I not?”
“But he’s the Headmaster,” Harry said unconvinced through his tears.
“Yes but we are not at school are we?”
“No but he still has the power right?" Harry asked not wanting to hope as if it would be taken away from him if he did.
“He will not be taking you, not unless I say that he can.”
“But you won’t right?” Harry asked as his heart stilled for a moment.
“No you foolish child, you are mine,” Severus stated replying honestly and feeling the child relax at his words.
“Good,” Harry murmured softly in his ear.
Severus cotinued patting the boy’s back before finally glancing up and remembering that they weren’t alone. He can’t help the grimace at the how bright Albus’s twinkling eyes are, and he knew then that Albus had no intention of removing Harry. The boy had once again jumped to conclusions, although given his past history with Adults who could blame him? He notes that the boy is no longer sobbing into his shoulder, just sniffling. Thinking the boy wants to be put down, he starts lowering the child to the ground only to stop when he hears him start whimpering. Gesturing to Albus that he would be back he headed to his bedroom. He sets the child on the bed before handing him a handkerchief for his face and nose.
“Harry, I want you to lie down for a bit while I talk with the Headmaster. I promise you that I will not allow him to come in here when you are sleep ok?”
“But I’m not tired,” Harry weakly protested.
“Then you don’t have to sleep, I just want you to lie down quietly ok?”
“Yes sir,” Harry answered before obediently lying down on the bed.
Severus stayed for about 5 minutes until the ‘not tired’ child drifted off to sleep. Shaking his head, he set a ward around the room to alert him when Harry woke up before heading back to talk to Albus. Walking into Harry’s room Severus could see that in his absence the twinkle remained just a bright as ever.
“Albus what is the true meaning of your visit? Were you really planning on taking Har…Potter away from me...err my Manor?”
Albus hid his grin behind his hand; he had no intention of removing the child. He knew then that Harry was on the right track when he told him that Severus might just love him.
“I got a floo call from Molly today; she wanted me to know that Ronald was upset about leaving Harry here alone with you.”
“And she believed that I would willingly hurt a child?” He couldn’t help the stab of hurt and betrayal that hit his heart; he thought he could count on Molly.
“Whatever you are thinking it’s wrong Severus, she didn’t believe him but he wouldn’t leave it alone until she flooed me. She actually told me to tell you that Ron would be sending you an apology letter, and she would floo you tomorrow night.”
“Oh,” he replied he was grateful that the hurt banished just as quick as it came.
He hated making himself vulnerable especially in front of people. Those types of emotions were for the weak and could lead to death if you weren’t careful. Yes it was better if he remained closed off, but he knew in his heart that it wasn’t possible, at least not with Harry in the picture. Harry who was so like his mother, who forgave anyone even those who never thought it, would be possible. The child was so pure; he wouldn’t be the one to hurt him again. He would never hurt his Harry, his child.
“Severus, why did Harry call you daddy?” Albus asked trying to bring the younger man back to earth.
“I don’t know, sometimes he forgets and accidently calls me it. When we are in the muggle world we use the disguise of father and son since it’s easier. I guess he just forgets that he’s not in the role.”
“If you say so Severus,” Albus replied smirking.
Severus was shocked; he never wanted to see that particular expression on Albus’s face it made him look like he knew something that Severus didn’t.
“Albus, Har…Potter was abused at the Durselys. I had a chance to see the outcome of their work.
“What did you say?” Albus asked, friendly nature gone in a blink of an eye.
“They starved, neglected and beat him. They even made it where he was afraid to ask for anything, and I’m specifically referring to the loo.”
“What do you mean?”
“He’s afraid of asking for something that is natural in every way because he was afraid he would get denied. The first day he had an accident in the car because he was afraid of letting me know of his need. I have come to know of his little signals so I can get him to a loo on time. And I’m not even talking about the fact that his uncle stepped on and damaged his kidneys. Or the welt marks on his back; he has an assortment of bruises. As of right now he wets the bed, another thing I found out on my own because he would afraid I would make fun of him for doing it. I promised him he would not be returning to them come the end of the next year, are you going to make a liar out of me Albus?” Severus asked glaring at the man across from him.
“I never believed that Petunia would allow something like this to happen. But no Severus he will not be going back I promise you that myself. I’ll be back over here this week with the guardianship papers,” Albus stated absently already thinking about what he was going to do to the Durselys. How dare they harm and innocent child like Harry?
“Guardianship papers, Albus what the hell are you talking about?”
“Surely you can figure it out Severus, and don’t even try telling me that you don’t want this. We both know you want this just as much as that little boy asleep in your bedroom.”
“Hmmm…meddling old man,” Severus murmured softly to himself.
“One more thing Severus, Harry mention that a man attacked him earlier this summer. What happened there?”
“It was during our 1st week I believe and we stopped a diner for food, and Harry needed the loo. He told me that he didn’t need me to go with him, so I didn’t. That was until I and the rest of the diner heard this scream emerge from the toilet Harry was in. I walked in on the man in the process of taking down his pants, while Harry was locked in the stall with that pervert.”
Since it was such a serious discussion, Albus decided not to comment on the fact that Severus was calling Harry by his given name.
“I assumed the muggle has been dealt with?”
“By his muggle police, I couldn’t do anything because Harry needed me.”
Albus’s twinkling eyes was back full force once again as he took in Severus’s words.
“Well I best be off, I need to have a little chat with Ronald Weasley about jumping to conclusions. Where is Harry, Severus?”
“He’s asleep; he’s had an emotional morning on top of this outburst that he was due for a nap.”
“Oh well you take care of him, and do tell him that I was never going to take him away from you.”
“I will Albus, maybe one day this week you can come along with us one day on our trip?”
“I’d like that; I hope I have a free day. Good day Severus.”
“Goodbye Albus,” Severus said walking with him towards the sitting room and fireplace.
Going to Harry’s room Severus repacks his suitcase and toy bag before going into his room to do the same thing. The boy was still sleep as he expected him to be, he shrinks their bags before picking up the child. Once he has a firm grip, he walks outside and apparates to a forest near where he parked the car. Quickly getting the car, he drives to the hotel, and is able to get their same room as before. Turning the telly on quietly he proceeds to write out some lesson plans and he dresses the boy in one of the nighttime underwear before tucking him into his bed. About 2 hours later and finished with his work and wanting to take a relaxing shower heads to the loo.
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This chapter was spilt up as you could tell, the omo is in the next part. Enjoy
Chapter 21
Harry awoke with a gasp, and after glancing around saw that they were back in their hotel room. Snape was right; he didn’t allow the Headmaster to take him away. Before he could think anymore on the subject the source that woke him up made itself known again as his bladder jolted. Walking swiftly towards the loo he heard that the shower was on, what was he supposed to do now? Already grabbing himself, he quietly knocked on the door, and just as he expected the man didn’t hear a thing. He was dancing and he knew he couldn’t hold it for much longer, so he tried the door handle and it was unlocked. Hoping the man wouldn’t mind he opened the door, walked in and shut it behind him.
“Professor, can I just use the toilet really quickly?” Harry asked already undoing his pants.
“Yea just let me get out of your way Harry,” Severus replied already reaching for his towel.
“No it’s fine, I need to go really bad like now sir,” Harry answered softly.
Not waiting for the man to reply Harry walked the few feet over to the toilet before pulling down his pants. Ignoring the fact that he was wearing a pull up, he pulled it down and so he could relieve himself. In a weird way Harry liked the fact that he was in here with Snape, it was the kind of things people usually do with their siblings or parents. Washing his hands he headed back out to the room to play with his video game.
Severus himself was uncomfortable, during that little ordeal. It was just a testament on how comfortable Harry was in his presence. Using the toilet is a private affair for one and for the boy to use it with him in there meant something, what he didn’t know.
While he was playing his game Harry was worrying whether or not he offended the man. Before he could work himself up, the door to the loo open and his Professor walked out of it.
“Did you want to check out the Hotel’s entertainment for kids since it’s too late to go anywhere else?”
“Yes sir I would,” Harry answered grinning.
“Then get your shoes on and we’ll go.”
Harry was in awe at what he saw, he didn’t even protest when Snape dropped him off, and left him alone. Sitting on the carpet with the other kids, he learned they were going to be watching a movie. He smiled; so far as his time as a muggle he had seen more movies then he ever did at the Durselys, he even made a few friends. When the show was over he found himself smiling again as he lined up with everyone else to wait for their parents to pick them up. Going back to the hotel room Harry quickly showered before going to bed.
Harry got up the next morning later then what he normally would, and for a moment he was confused. That was until he realized that his bed was totally dry he almost smiled until he remembered he was wearing a pull up. Oh well, at least he didn’t have to worry about wet sheets today. Heading to the loo for another shower, he got dressed and turned on the telly as he waited for Snape to come back with breakfast. As soon as the man walked in the door, Harry bombarded him with questions.
“What are we going to do today? Do you know why the Headmaster was trying to take me away from you yesterday? Are we going to another theme park?”
“Slow down child, I can only answer one question at a time. I was thinking we could head over to a park, it has a mixture of everything, but it’s not a theme park. Albus was responding to a complaint he got from Mr. Weasley. Apparently he had got it into his head that you were very unhappy here with me.”
Harry sat looking slack jawed at his Professor, Ron was the one who nearly ruined his summer? How could he do that? Wasn’t Ron supposed to be his best mate? Shaking his head, wishing that he could see his mate soon, he would tell him a thing or too.
“Tonight we will be Apparating back to the Manor and then to the Burrow.”
“What for, are we still going to have our trip?” Harry asked already thinking of the ways he was going to get back at Ron.
“Of course you Harry, we’re just taking a little break to set a few things straight with your friend.”
They spent the day at Clissold Park in London, where Harry was able to convince Snape to play a muggle game called basketball. He had a blast with the man who turned out to be quite good at it. He loved looking at all the wildlife too, but way to soon it was time to go back to the Manor. Hugging Snape they apparated to the Manor before taking the floo to the Burrow, which Harry insisted on flooing together with Snape.
“Why do you want to floo with me Harry? You are old enough to go by yourself; you just turned 13 did you not?” Severus asked confused.
“Yes I did, but last time I flooed alone, I ended up in a place called Knockturn Alley.” Harry said looking through his fringe.
At that admission Harry noted that Snape didn’t say anything else, he just held him tightly as they flooed to the Burrow. When they landed Harry only managed to stay upright because Snape had a firm grip on him, nonetheless he was grateful for it. After Hugging Mrs. Weasley and assuring her that Snape was feeding him well he headed upstairs to see Ron. Forgoing his manners Harry walked right into his friend’s room, before giving him a glare worthy of Snape.
“Blimey Harry you scared me, I thought you were mum coming in to scold me some more.” Ron replied with a grimace.
“Why did you tell your mum that I wanted to spend the rest of the summer with you?” Harry asked arms folded in anger.
“Because I figured you didn’t really want to stay with that git, I mean its way funnier here at my house.”
“I like staying with Snape, Ron he’s actually pretty nice to me.”
“Harry, have you gone bonkers? This is Snape we are talking about, he hates all Gryffindors especially you. He doesn’t want you there, so why don’t you just tell the Headmaster that and you can stay here with your best mate.”
“He does to want me, he told me so. And I don’t care if you are my best mate; I’m staying with Snape for the rest of the summer.” Harry replied defiantly.
“You would choose that greasy git over me? What the heck did he do you Harry? Did he brainwash you or something? Believe me when I say, Snape would rather you die then stay with him because he’s just a…” but Ron never got to finish his sentence because Harry had reached the end of his self control.
Harry didn’t know what came over him, he was just trying to get Ron to see his point of view but he never realized how judgmental his friend really was. How dare he say that Snape didn’t want him there? He knew the man a lot more then Ron and Snape had just told him that Harry was there for the rest of the summer. Although a part of him hoped it could be longer but he wasn’t trying to push his luck, otherwise the man might come to his senses. At the moment he was on top of Ron’s stomach and giving him a thorough pounding, he noticed how similar this reminded him of the way Dudley treated him. The only difference between him and Dudley was that Ron really did deserve this. Just when he thought he had the upper hand, Ron who had a ton of older brothers to learn from flipped him and just like that, they were rolling around on the floor and knocking things down. He could feel hands trying to break them apart but he wasn’t letting Ron go until he decided. Ron called himself his mate, but he almost ruined his life, at least his summer anyways, Harry thought.
Severus was just explaining to Molly and Arthur what he and Harry were going to be doing tomorrow when Percy Weasley ran into the kitchen looking flustered.
“Professor you have to come quick, the boys are fighting, and it’s not even a play fight either.” He said not even addressing his parents.
Quickly headed up the stairs Severus located the source of the scuffle in Ronald’s room. Just as Percy had said the two little idiots were actually trying to bash what little brains of each other that they had left into the ground. Severus moved the twins who were struggling to keep them apart before taking his hands and pulling them both at arm’s length.
“Enough of this, right NOW!” Severus all but roared the last bit, and he saw them finally still.
“What is the meaning of this Mr. Potter?” He said unconsciously using his last name as he always did when the child was in trouble.
“Nothing sir, we were just playing is all,” Harry replied lying and eyes firmly on the ground.
“If that is the case Mr. Potter, then why does Mr. Weasley have a black eye, and why is your lip split?”
“I guess we hit to hard?” Harry asked unconvincingly
“Try again Mr. Potter, what happened?” Severus’s tone was hard and there was a steely glint in his eyes that promise repercussions if you lied to him.
This time Harry had the good graces to say nothing, after all he had technically started the fight, but Ron had started everything else. It was his fault he was almost taken away from his da…um his Professor.
“I’m waiting Mr. Potter, are you going to answer my question or not?”
“I hit him ok; it was his fault that Dumbledore tried to take me away from you. And when I tried to talk to him and tell him that it was all a misunderstanding he said that you would never want me. He said that you would rather me die, then have to stay with you. But that’s not true because you said you wanted me to be with you right?”
By the time Harry got done explaining what happened he was in tears, granted he knew that he shouldn’t have hit Ron but he was more upset at the fact that Ron said that Snape would rather have him dead. He grimly noted that Ron’s mum was looking at Ron with the same expression Snape had on his face, the only difference was Snape wasn’t holding a wooden spoon.
“Ronald Weasely is there something you have to say to both the Professor and Harry?” Molly asked in such a calm voice that the rest of her children and Arthur could only stare at her in horror.
“I’m sorry for saying those things about you Professor, and I’m sorry too Harry.” Ron asked face as red as his hair in embarrassment.
Harry knew the tone of voice that Ron spoke in well, he was only saying the apology because he was forced to, at the time he didn’t even mean it.
“Mr. Potter isn’t there something you need to say to Mr. Weasely?” Severus asked eyes trying to glare a hole into Harry’s scalp.
“No sir, saying the apology it wouldn’t make a bit of difference, because I wouldn’t mean a word of it.” Harry replied honestly. “Besides the apology he gave me you could clearly tell he was only saying it because his mum made him.” Harry answered not having courage to look at the man’s face as he took in his words. He was speaking the truth, wouldn’t it be worse to just lie.
“Molly, I’m really sorry about this, but we really must be going.” Severus replied firmly latching on to Harry’s shoulder with his right hand.
“Oh it’s quite understandable Severus; it’s just as well that I’ll talk to you later. It seems I have some business to take care of with my youngest son.”
“Quite right you are Molly, we’ll see ourselves out.” Severus stated before walking out the door and towards the fireplace. |
This is the other half of the previous chapter, with the omo in it. It's a bit shorter but its still pretty good, if I must stay. I usually write angst and although I'm trying to stray from it, it still comes up ever now and then. So this chapter can be a little sad, but not so much like that one that had you sniffling lol.
Chapter 22
The minute they landed in the Manor Harry tried to make a beeline for the stairs but Snape’s firm grip didn’t loosen at all during the trip.
“Just where do you think you are going Mr. Potter, get back here this minute. We are going to have a talk about your appalling behavior there at the Weasleys. I understand that you had a disagreement but you know better than to use your fists instead of words. You will not be a bully, and I will not allow you to punch people just because they made you mad. Accio Bruise Salve.”
Harry waited silently, he hated that he had disappointed the man and maybe even embarrassed him. What kind of father would be proud of his son for picking a fight? He knew if his mum was alive she would be so angry with him, not to mention his other dad.
“I am very, very disappointed with you Mr. Potter, I expected better out of you.” Severus said as he rubbed the healing paste on Harry’s knuckles and lip.
“But Dad he was the reason Dumbledore tried to take me away from you.” Harry said sniffling piteously.
“It’s Headmaster Dumbledore, Harry and that doesn’t excuse your actions. Like I said before you are 13 years old and you know better than to act like that. Now if you know what’s good for you, you’ll stand yourself in the corner and stay there until I come get you.” Severus replied trying to control his anger, lest he do something he might regret.
“You can’t tell me what to do; besides that’s for babies.” Harry replied face the picture of misery.
“ When you start acting like you are 13 years old, I'll start treating you like one. I am your father Harry James, and you will stay there until I come get you.”
Harry watched Snape storm away from the sitting room, he had no idea where the man was going though. He couldn’t help the happiness that blossomed in his chest once again when Snape declared himself Harry’s father. He didn’t know how long the man was going to make him stand here, but he was going to take his punishment without complaint. Besides this was a lot less painful then if he had been caught fighting at the Durselys. 1 hour later Harry was feeling pretty bad at some of the things he said to Snape, and for punching Ron. Shifting his weight from one foot to the other he hopes he’s going to get let out soon, he hadn’t had a chance to visit the loo since after lunch at the park. It was nearly dinner time and it was normal that he had to use the toilet by now.
Severus couldn’t believe that Harry would start a fight, and at someone else’s house too. Those were the kinds of things that usually made it where you were never again brought back over to their house. Thankfully Molly wasn’t one of those mothers, and hopefully all will be forgiven in a few hours when the boys had a time to cool down. That was precisely why Severus put him in the corner; it would allow him to see exactly what he should have done, instead of doing what he did. Going to lab to cool himself off, it wouldn’t do to take out any anger on Harry. He resumed working on a potion he had put on a stasis charm, oblivious to everything but finishing his potion.
3 hours later Harry is still in the corner, and he gripping himself as tight as he can to keep holding it all in. He was crouching and dancing and turning every way that he can to keep his pants dry. His stomach is hurting and he notices that it’s even starting to bulge out a little and that is scaring him a little bit. He crying silently over and over for Snape to come for him but he never does. He shudders once and then twice and his bladder ignores his plea to stay where it is and it contracts and releases itself all over the floor of the sitting room. It’s pouring out of him and he finally sobs in a mixture of relief and pain, all the while wondering, was he going to be in trouble for this?
Severus was in the process of bottling his potion up in various vials, when he had a stray thought of what Harry might be doing. The empty vial dropped from his hand and shattered on the floor as he grasped exactly what the boy was most likely doing. He had left the child standing in the corner for…4 hours after taking a glance at his watch. As he headed to the sitting room, he was hoping that the boy had moved, but knowing already in his heart that Harry lived to please, he knew that the boy wouldn’t have moved. He was proved right when he walked into the room and saw him still standing in the corner. His shoulders were shaking and Severus got a funny feeling in his stomach.
“Harry child are you ok?” He asked softly.
Harry was humiliated, Snape had came back for him but just like a baby he couldn’t hold it and he probably ruined the man’s rug that he was standing on. Not knowing what else to do, he shrugged his shoulders keeping his back to the man.
“I apologize for making you stay so long in the corner Harry that was never my intention for the punishment. You can move now Harry, I’m sure you’re dying for the loo.”
Harry’s shoulder’s shook even harder as stronger sobs threatened to overtake him.
By then Severus had moved closer to the child and grabbed him gently by the shoulders and pivoted him around. He could only glare frostily at the wall for his stupid mistake. He was wrong the child wasn’t dying for the loo; he had already wet himself because Severus had forgotten him. The child’s face and nose was red and wet, and Harry just looked so sad it broke Severus’s heart. He hated to put himself in the category with Vernon Dursely but he knew that the man had probably punished Harry this way.
Harry was staring at the man in fear and he interpreted the man’s anger at being mad at him for not being able to hold it, and messing up his rug.
“I’m really sorry sir, I’ll clean it up I promise. I tried to hold it, I held it until it hurt, and then it just came out of me. I couldn’t control it; I’m really, really sorry Professor.”
“Never do that again Harry, I would rather you wet yourself, than hurt yourself by holding it in longer. You don’t want to do anything permanent to your body do you?” Severus answered scolding him lightly.
“No sir,” Harry answered looking at his shoes in mortification.
“Harry child, this isn’t your fault, this was all mine. I got so caught up in a potion, that I had forgotten I even put you in the corner.”
“Its fine sir, it was punishment, I did something bad so I deserved this.”
“No child, you did not deserve this at all. Come on lets go get you cleaned up.”
Ignoring the mess on the floor, Severus picked up the light child who still did not look his age at 13 before running the bath and setting the boy in the tub before going to get his nightclothes. He didn’t know what this accident meant for the boy’s low self esteem, he only hoped that this didn’t do anything to mess with the damage already done to his kidneys.
Edited January 3, 2012 by SeverusSnapeFan
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I'm starting to suffer from a bit of writer's block, so I may not update for the next two days, we'll see though. Gonna go brainstorm tonight though lol. Anyways hope you like this chapter.
Chapter 23
Harry woke up the next morning in his bed to a soaked pull up, and he gently rubbed his stomach. It was still tender and it was hurting a little bit. He tried not to remember what he did yesterday in the corner but with his stomach like it was feeling that was impossible. Going to the loo, he threw away the pull up and washed up before getting dressed. He headed down to the kitchen to eat breakfast, as he was sitting their working on his porridge he felt his bladder twinge. That wasn’t unexpected he didn’t use the toilet when he woke up this morning, but he wasn’t all that worried. That was until he felt a spurt just come out without any warning.
“May I be excused sir?” He asked holding on his groin for extra precaution.
“After you eat your breakfast Harry,” Severus stated not even looking up from his paper.
“I forgot to use the loo sir,” he answered trying not to whine.
“Your excused Harry,” Severus answered immediately putting the paper down.
Harry ran to the nearest bathroom, where he barely made. His boxers were soaked through and were cold, and starting to stick to his legs. Quickly rushing up the stairs to his room his threw off his trousers and underwear and even though he couldn’t believe what he was about to do, he grabbed a pull up and put it on. Looking at himself in the mirror he couldn’t even tell that he was wearing one. He went back downstairs to the kitchen avoiding the dark gaze that was looking at him in concern, he finished his breakfast.
“Harry is everything ok?”
“Its fine sir,” he answered before taking a gulp of his juice.
“Why did you go back upstairs, did you have an accident?” Severus asked dark gaze staring unblinking back at the child.
“I…I just forgot something sir, what are we going to be doing today?” Harry asked trying to change the subject.
“Do you think that we should resume our trip after your behavior yesterday?” Severus asked serious.
Harry’s eyes widen before filling with tears, shaking his head no he refrain from speaking. Of course you idiot, you embarrassed him yesterday, but didn’t he say that he wasn’t angry about the mess in the corner?
“I’m so sorry sir, I will go get the stain out today I promise. I shouldn’t have asked about that after what I did sir,” Harry answered quickly.
“Not what happened in the corner, like I said before that wasn’t your fault. I was referring to yours and Mr. Weasleys fight at the Burrow.” Severus stated running his hand through his hair in disbelief.
“Oh, then I guess I don’t deserve to finish the trip. I’m sorry I ruined it for you sir.” Harry replied mournfully.
Harry was no stranger to punishment whether it is justly or unjustly. He would take it silently and be done with it. He knew that he had earned whatever the man would throw at him.
“You haven’t ruined anything child, but for the rest of the week you will be writing lines for fighting. Every night for an hour, when we come back from our outings, you will be writing, ‘I will use my words instead of my fists’.”
“You mean we’re still going?” Harry asked hopefully.
“Of course child,” Severus answered.
Severus would never take away something that the child never had the experience of having. Not to mention he enjoyed every minute he spent it with Harry, and he couldn’t wait until Albus came over with the guardianship papers. While he was on the subject he needed to find a way to break it to Harry. Just because the boy accidently let the word Dad slip every now and again, didn’t mean that he wanted to stay with his Greasy potions Professor.
“So where are we going today?”
“Apparate us back to the car, we will be driving to Deer Leap Bikes. Do you know how to Ride a bike Harry?”
“Yes sir, Miss Figg taught me one weekend.” Harry was never more grateful that he had learned on her daughter’s old bike then at that moment.
Severus was a bit shock at that admission, not that Harry knew how to ride a bike, but the fact that he was referring to Arabella who was a squib and an order member. Later he would have to talk to Harry about her, what was Albus thinking leaving only her to check in with Harry? Severus had to admit, then again that leaving Harry with Petunia wasn’t one of his good ideas.
Thankful that his bags were still in their hotel room, Harry grabbed his video game Knapsack and reached for Snape’s hand. They apparated to the car where Harry chose to sit down in the front seat this time. As he twisted in his seat to get comfortable he gently touched his still sore stomach and sighed unhappily that it seemed to be already filling up.
“How long is the ride sir?”
“It’s about a 40 minute drive without traffic, but since it’s early in the morning I doubt there will be any. You already used the loo before we left right?”
“Yes sir, I’m fine.”
Getting out his game, Harry took out Mario and started playing it. He would have to ask his Professor if he could charm it so it could work at Hogwarts. His Game Boy was way to brill to leave behind at the Manor. He was so caught up in his game that he didn’t notice that traffic seemed to be extremely heavy that morning for some reason. He actually didn’t have a reason to look up, until he felt that familiar and annoying twinge in his bladder. Looking up out the window he was dismayed to see that the cars on the highway were at a standstill, why weren’t they moving?
“Professor, what’s going on?”
“I don’t know Harry, but I’m going to assume there is an accident up ahead.”
“So how long will it be now?”
“If the traffic remains like this, it could take about 2 hours. But if it lets up I’d say about 45 minutes.”
“Oh, ok this really sucks.”
Harry tried to return to his game, but once he acknowledged the fact that he had to pee he couldn’t stop himself from thinking about it. He kept going back to his accident yesterday in the corner, and it was stressing him and his bladder out. Over the course of 7 minutes Harry went from having to go, to needing the toilet now! He shifted in his seat like he was trying to get comfortable again, occasionally sighing quietly. He found himself looking discreetly around the car for a water bottle, but it seemed that Snape had cleaned everything out. He glanced quickly at Snape who seemed to be drumming with his hands on the steering wheel, as he eyed the traffic. What was he supposed to do?
Putting his Game Boy back in his knapsack, he put his entire bag on his lap and was able to slip his hands into his pants to give himself a little squeeze without Snape noticing a thing.
Severus could see the child moving around in his seat out of the corner of his eye, but he just chalked it up to being restless. After all they were stuck in traffic, and he knew the child was probably getting tired of sitting and was excited about the bike trip.
Harry squirmed a little bit more before leaning towards the glove compartment like he was trying o see out of the front window. He was glad that he had out a pull up on now, but he still had no intention of wetting himself like a little baby. Maybe he could bring it up to the man kind of casually, so he wouldn’t suspect anything.
“Professor, can we stop somewhere?” Harry asked casually.
“Why, what’s the matter Harry?” Severus asked immediately concerned.
“I think I need to use the loo,” Harry admitted softly.
“What do you mean you think? Didn’t you just go back at the Manor, not 2 hours ago?”
“Well yes, but my stomach is feeling kind of funny.” Harry said softly, what was the matter with him if he just barely went a few hours ago? Why couldn’t he hold it?
“Oh I see child, Harry soon as we start moving I’ll try to get over.” Severus stated understanding wrong.
Harry turned his face to the window, because he knew he was blushing. This was even worse than having his Professor know that he had to pee, this time the man thought he had to poop. He should have just told the man that ever since yesterday he was having a hard time holding it in. He stilled once as he wondered if he really did damage something inside of him. As he was pondering on what that meant he felt a small spurt hit the pull up and he instinctively looked at his trousers to see if it was showing. Nothing was visible of course but that didn’t stop him from trying not to freak out that he leaked.
“I gotta go Professor,” Harry declared in the silence of the car.
“I know child, as soon as I can get over I will stop somewhere I promise.” Severus avowed as he continuing trying to find and open space.
Unable to keep still for any longer, Harry found himself wriggling in his seat like a little worm. He knew the man thought he had to poop, and in a way that was a good
thing. Because he knew the man definitely didn’t want him to do that in the car. He found that leaning forward in the seat helped hold it in immensely; although he didn’t realize how it looked to the man next to him because he was so focused on holding on.
Severus knew the minute the boy asked to stop somewhere that he needed the loo. Granted he was sure the child had just gone not a few hours before, but after the strain of his body yesterday he wouldn’t be surprised. But that wasn’t the case; the child had stated that his stomach was feeling funny. And after seeing the position the boy was currently sitting in he had no doubt in his mind about what the boy needed to do. It seemed like no one was in a good mood this morning because he could not seem to get over. Checking on Harry he was troubled to see that the boy’s face was the picture of anguish and he was gritting his teeth so hard Severus was afraid he would crack them. He watched the child tremble and shudder before closing his eyes tight, what was going on?
“Harry child, are you ok?”
Harry stifled a whimper as he struggled to hold it all in, he knew he wasn’t going to make it. Just as he thought it, he felt his bladder let go, and he could feel the pull up getting wet. Closing his eyes, he wasn’t going to cry over this after all Severus didn’t even know of his accident. So he didn’t have to worry about embarrassing the man about the fact that his pretend son couldn’t even hold his liquid in.
“I’m fine Professor,” Harry answered breathlessly from his relief.
“We’ll be there soon, and then you can go ok? You are doing great Harry,” Severus encouraged.
Harry found himself feeling a bit guilty, here the man was encouraging him to hold it and he had already gone. He rationalizes that this was better; at least he didn’t have to feel too humiliated, because after all he was the only one who knew of his accident. He couldn’t stop the faces he made as the pull up got colder and gross against his skin. Snape just thought, he was worried about holding it all it.
Severus was finally able to get over one lane but by then Harry was making faces, and he couldn’t help but sympathize. The child was probably in agony, and he was still stuck on the highway. Reaching his hand over he patted his back, to let him know that it was ok.
Harry was trying to figure out how he was going to explain this one. After they stopped and he got rid of the pull up was he going to have to commando all day? Or did Snape bring a spare pair of boxers like before? That was going to be an uncomfortable conversation he just knew it, but it was either that or get a rash from his jeans.
Severus sighed in relief when he was finally able to get off the highway. Harry had been really silent for the past couple minutes and he wasn’t sure what was going on. Stopping at the first place he saw which just happened to be a supermarket, he parked.
“We’re here Harry, let’s go find you toilet child,” Severus said getting out of the car.
Harry realized that the wet pull up was hard to walk in, and it gave him sort of a strange kind of walk. Keeping his head down he waited for Snape before heading to the store.
Severus observed the way the child was walking and he was hoping that what he was thinking was wrong. The boy was literally waddling as he walked, and he had a feeling that they were a tad too late. Walking through the store and to the loo, he knew that he was mistaken when the boy ran full speed towards the toilets. By the time he had entered the loo, Harry was already in a stall.
Harry sat down on the toilet and took the pull up off before balling it up and hiding it behind the toilet. He didn’t know what to do with it, and as he pulled his jeans up he didn’t like the way it felt against him. He then stood up and tried to force any remaining pee that was in his bladder, just to be safe. Flushing the toilet, he came out of the stall and he washed his hands before turning to the man.
“Is everything ok Harry?”
“Did you bring extra underwear like before?” Harry asked face burning in mortification.
“I did just in case; you never know what might happen.”
“Good, when we get to the bike place can I put it on?” Harry asked now choosing to stare at his shoes rather than the man’s face.
“Why do you need to…oh…but I thought you made it?” Severus asked mildly confused.
“I’m sorry sir, I tried too, I really did but…”
“Calm down child, it was the traffic that held us up, no need to worry.”
Severus's heart dropped a bit more, this was twice in a week. What was going on with the child? He shook his head at his stupidity, yesterday didnt count since that was all his fault. But he couldnt shake the feelining that Harry wasnt telling him something, he would figure that out later.
Deciding to take the back streets, Severus was happy to note that they arrived at their destination in under 30 minutes. Grabbing the bag with Harry’s change of clothes they headed to the loo, and then to the trails. |
Working through my block, I got this chapter on today..its not the best its long though the next one is better...but I'm trying like I said
Chapter 24
Back at the hotel Harry was looking curiously as Severus who had been acting strange since he received mail just a few minutes before. The man was now muttering to himself, and it was starting to alarm Harry. Between every sentence Harry found himself looking at the man to see if his stance changed.
“Professor are you feeling ok?” He finally asked.
“I’m quite alright Harry,” Severus replied absentmindedly.
“Severus I wet my pants,” Harry stated trying to see if the man was really paying attention to him.
“That’s nice Harry, good for you child,” was his reply.
Harry stifled the grin that was overtaking his face, he had called the man by his first name and he didn’t even notice. What was so important? Maybe since the man wasn’t paying attention to him he could tell him, how he couldn’t seem to hold it for so long. Maybe then he would stop feeling so guilty about keeping it a secret, plus if Snape wasn’t paying attention he had nothing to worry about right? At the moment his curiosity was back full force and he found himself walking silently to stand behind the man. He only got to glance at the paper for a second before the man came to this senses and it was pulled away from his line of sight.
“Just what do you think you were doing Mr. Potter?”
“I was…um… that is to say…wondering what we were going to do today?” Harry attempted to lie convincingly for once.
“You want to try again?”
“No sir, I’ll stick with what I said.”
“That wasn’t a request, what did you think you were doing Harry?”
“I wanted to see what was making you act so weird, it was freaking me out ok?”
“I understand Harry, but this is private and if you would refrain from trying to read my personal belongings in the future I would be most appreciative. Not to mention it would be more beneficial to your health.
“Yes sir, I understand,” Harry replied before going back to his lines.
In the middle of writing his lines Snape got up and headed to the loo for a shower, but Harry knew to leave well enough alone and didn’t search for the letter. As he was writing he noticed the words were starting to blur together, and he found himself drifting off on the desk. That was how Snape found him, hunched over the desk face on his parchment, quill still in hand.
“Harry, child I need you to wake up and go to the loo, then you can go back to sleep.”
“I’m too tired, can’t I just stay here?” He murmured face first in the desk.
“That’s not going to be at all comfortable child, besides you still need to put on your underwear.”
“You mean the pull up?” Harry asked sleepily, wasn’t he already wearing underwear?
“Yes, so the sooner you do that, then the sooner you can go to bed.”
“K,” Harry replied.
He was aware that he was still half asleep as he made his way into the loo, but it didn’t register that anything was amiss until he had finished. As he was walking to the sink, he felt his sock get wet, and thought that maybe some water was wasted on the floor. Too tired to pay attention, he put on the pull up, before peeling off the wet socks and heading to bed.
Severus went in after to the child, and saw that the boy had missed. Next time the boy needed the loo when he was sleep, make sure to wake him up first. He itched to use his wand, but he was serious when he told the child, a witch or wizard could also be here, and they didn’t need any more attention drawn to their situation. Cleaning up the mess on the floor, he tried to figure out what and how he was going to tell Harry, Albus had sent the guardianship papers but he didn’t want to sign a thing unless he knew what the child wanted. But Albus clarified that he needed them signed as soon as possible or Fudge or worse Malfoy would try to get their hands on Harry. And Severus would never allow his son to have to deal with that.
The next morning found Harry unable to look the man into the eye, he was so embarrassed. He can remember using the loo before bed, and then stepping in something warm on the way out, what are the odds right? New plan for this trip, try not to humiliate self more, he thought silently. At the moment he really needed to let his teacher in on his little secret, for once he was glad that he could confide in an adult and know that they would listen to him.
“Professor, when we went to the muggle doctor, why were they calling us Prince? I thought that your last name was Snape?”
“It is, but Prince was my mother’s maiden name. I use that name as an alias.”
“Oh so in the muggle world, I’m known as Harry Prince?”
“In a sense, or rather I have you named as Henry Prince. They just assume that Harry is a nickname, does it bother you Harry?”
“No, that’s really cool.”
“Harry what would you say if you could stay with me next summer?” Severus asked trying to ease into the subject of the guardianship.
“At the Manor, you would allow that?” Harry asked getting excited at the thought.
“If it’s what you wanted I could persuade Albus to allow you too.”
“And I don’t have to go back to the Durselys next summer at all?” Harry asked eyes shining with hope.
“Not unless you want too, which I know is highly unlikely child.”
“So what are you saying Professor? Why would the Headmaster allow this now, don’t I have to go back because of the blood wards?” Harry asked trying not to be too pessimistic, but he refused to allow himself something just for it to be taken away from him.
“Well Albus and I have declared that the Durselys are unfit to be your guardians. And he…I…we thought that maybe you would like to stay here with me?” Severus said bracing himself for the rebuke he knew was coming.
“You mean it?” Harry asked wide and suspiciously shining. If Snape could do this, then he was definitely right when he said that the Headmaster didn’t have all the power in the summer.
Severus shook his head; he should have just come out and said it rather they beating around the bush with the child. Well it was better late than never right?
“Do you want to come live with Harry? I mean have me be your new guardian?”
“Yes, of course I do, when do we tell the Headmaster?”Harry asked grinning, Snape really did want him.
“Harry this is a big decision so are you sure you want to live with your Potion’s Professor?” Severus asked wanting the child to make an informed choice.
“I want it more than anything; please can I stay with you?” Harry asked his emerald green eyes stared back at the dark gaze of Severus.
“Of course my child, just let me sign and send the papers back to Albus,” Severus finally replied trying to clear his throat.
“Ok,” Harry beamed.
While he watched Snape take the papers Harry tried to figure out how their conversation got to this when he was trying to explain to the man about his bladder. Wouldn’t it be unfair to the man when he found out his kid couldn’t hold his pee like a normal child? Harry sighed, well he knew it was too good to be true, I’d better tell Snape before he finds out himself, he thought. And he knew without a doubt that the man would find out.
“Wait Professor, before you sign the papers,” Harry stiffly stated.
Severus stilled his movements instantly, was the boy having second thoughts already. Forcing himself to occlude the hurt feeling he felt coming up, he turned his full attention to the child.
“What’s the matter Harry, are you having second thoughts now?” He asked trying his best but failing at trying to sneer.
“No I’m not having second thoughts sir, I just wanted you to know what you would be getting is all,” Harry said eyes downcast in shame.
“What are you talking about Harry, I know exactly what I’m getting; you, you foolish child.” Severus answered half-way confused.
“Yes I know that, but I have a lot of problems.”
“You are a child, and I am the adult, and I already know this. But it didn’t matter before, and it won’t in the future. So what are you really trying to tell me Harry?”
“Ever since the…um…I was in the corner, I’ve been having trouble holding it in. Or sometime I have to go way to soon from when I wouldn’t normally have too. Sometimes my stomach still hurts like someone punched me in it.”
“Why didn’t you tell me this earlier? And what does this have to do with me signing the guardianship papers?” Severus said turning his full attention to the child.
“Well you already know I wet the bed, and that my Aunt and Uncle hurt…I mean they don’t like me, I didn’t think you would want to add this in to all this. I don’t want you to have to take care of a kid with all this baggage.” Harry said finally admitting it.
“Harry I am the adult for the last time, now if that was all I am about to sign these papers. And after I do we will be heading back to Dr. Jenson’s so she can run another can to see if everything is alright with you.”
“I don’t want to go back to see her, I don’t like her.” Harry said with a frown.
“I know Harry; if you want this time I’ll come in with you?”
“Ok,” Harry stated happily.
Going to the Doctor’s office this time, Harry was nervous. True Snape wouldn’t let the Headmaster take him away and he sure as heck could handle himself against a muggle, but why attempt fate, right? The minute she called him, he grabbed tight to the man’s hand and wouldn’t let go. He didn’t care how old he was, he didn’t even look his age so he could get away with it.
“Hello again Harry, how are you doing?” Dr. Jenson asked, hoping that the boy wasn’t still mad at her.
Harry said nothing, and instead looked at her eerily like he had seen Snape do, with his green eyes as bright as they were he had the pleasure of seeing her shudder. That is until Snape pinched him on the arm, before giving him a look.
“Enough Harry, what did I say?” Severus said warningly.
“Sorry sir,” Harry answered rolling his eyes.
“Harry don’t start,” Severus warned again.
“Can I go to the loo?” Harry asked, he didn’t want to be in here when they talked about him like he wasn’t sitting in the room with them. Besides he knew that Snape would explain everything to him when they got back to the hotel anyways.
“Of course Harry, do you remember where it was?” Dr. Jenson replied.
If she was expecting a reply she was disappointed because he just turned around and walked out, ignoring the glare that Severus was sending to him.
“I’m assuming he’s still angry with me?” she asked lightly.
“He doesn’t trust you not to try to take him away again. I’m sorry to say I passed that down to him, I can hold a grudge for the longest.”
“What seems to be the problem, Mr. Prince?” She stated, not even replying to the previous statement.
“There was an incident a few days ago where Harry got into a fight with his best friend. When we got home I sent him to stand in the corner, and although I only meant for him to stand there for a half hour, he ended up staying in for 4 hours. I know your thinking why didn’t he just move, like any other kid? You’ve seen some about his past, he lives to please. He ended up needing to use the loo very badly and he held it until he couldn’t anymore. It got to the point where it was hurting him, before he wet himself. Now he told me that he’s been having a hard time trying to hold it in, or having to go a lot more than usual.”
“Ahh, I’m not at all surprised, his bladder was stretched. But it was already small to begin with; make sure to tell him not to hold it for so long. His bladder is still healing and trying to catch up, and continuing to hold to that extent can lead to some lasting damage.”
“What do you mean?”
“His bedwetting for instance, can become permanent if he’s not careful. Not to mention he could have some daytime accidents, and at this age this could be harmful for his self esteem.”
“I understand, thank you.”
By the time Harry walked back in the room, his pockets were bulging with sweets and chocolates. Nurse Sydney was there and she remembered him and gave him a lot of sweets. Ignoring the looks in his direction, he headed to stand behind Snape but the man wasn’t having any of it.
“Do you have any questions Harry?” She asked him sweetly
“No,” Harry answered glaring at the ground; he only answered her because he didn’t want to get pinched again.
“Well it was nice seeing you again Harry, and Mr. Prince if you need anything else you have my number.” She said before walking out of the room.
Walking to the car, Harry tried to ignore the glare he felt coming from Snape directed at him. Was it his fault that the lady rubbed him the wrong way? Relatively speaking, he didn’t want to deal with her anymore. Sitting in the car with nothing else to do but listen to the man Harry wished he had thought to ask for some headphones.
“Harry you were very rude in there to her, Dr. Jenson is only trying to help you.” Severus stated in his quiet tone.
Harry said nothing, although it was clear that he was paying attention to what Snape was talking about.
“I understand what you were doing Harry, and I know that you were angry with her for what she did but that doesn’t give you the right to act like that,” Severus continued.
“What do you mean, act like what, like a brat? Well if she wasn’t being such a bi…”
“Do not finish that sentence if you value your hands, what is going on with you Harry? Why do you have this attitude Harry? What’s wrong?”
“I hate that I don’t have any control over my body, and that people can decide what’s right for my life.”
“You mean me having guardianship over you?”
“No, I mean people thinking that they know best, and trying to take me away from you.”
“Oh, I understand now. But I thought I told you that no one was taking you away?”
“It’s kind of hard to believe when you are faced with the situation, where one wrong word can prove to be your undoing.” Harry replied angrily.
“I can see today, we’re just going to spend it doing something small, instead of what I had in mind. I didn’t realize that you needed this much assurance child. But that is my fault for I should have known.”
Turning the car on, and heading out of the parking lot Severus drove back to the hotel, intent on making sure that the boy understood that when he said stuck with him, he meant it.
Edited January 6, 2012 by SeverusSnapeFan
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I don’t know if anybody realized it but, I used real places in my story. So every place I mention that they went to actually does exist in England. That was for those that were curious, since some of these places look really cool. This chapter..was fun to write, its a bit sweet at the end, anyways this was supposed to be better then the previous chapter, but now I'm not so sure. Anyways I hope you like it, still working through this stupid block.
Chapter 25
The next day Harry woke up in their hotel room to a shock, the Headmaster was sitting on a chair watching the telly. It was shocking because of what he was wearing, some strange muggle attire. Who wears bright purple trousers with a neon green shirt? Snape would never allow it, not to mention Harry who had no sense of dress style himself was embarrassed for the man. As he started to get out of the bed he became self conscious of the fact that his pull up was wet. It was nothing new, but only Snape knew of his night time problems and he didn’t feel comfortable with anyone else finding out about it. He was just about to pretend to still be asleep when Dumbledore himself noticed he was awake.
“Good morning my boy, did you sleep well?”
“I did sir, thank you for asking. What are you doing here, and where is my da…I mean Professor Snape?” Harry finished blushing at his slip up.
“Severus went to get breakfast, and he invited me along for the day. You don’t mind do you Harry?” Albus replied not commenting on the boy’s slip up, while the twinkling in his eyes showed otherwise.
“No sir, this is going to be great, but I think your clothes are wrong. Since me and Professor are pretending to be father and son, what is going to be your muggle disguise?”
“What’s wrong with them my boy? I think Severus said I would go as his father, and your grandfather. What do you think of that plan?”
“Cool, you mean I get my very own dad and a grandfather for the day? This is going to be so much fun, it’s like I’m gaining family left and right. Your clothes stick out a bit Headmaster,” Harry said lightly not trying to offend the old man.
Albus smiled sadly at the child who was still smiling at his conclusion, he couldn’t help but hurt at the thought of what Harry had missed. He was very thankful that
Severus and Harry were able to overcome their differences; they really did need one another.
“They do, I thought they blended in quite well myself.” Albus said looking down at his clothes in bemusement.
“Let’s just let da…I mean Sev…I mean Professor Snape handle it then.” Harry replied flustered from stumbling over his words. At this time he didn’t know what to call the man; he didn’t want to keep calling him sir all the time either.
“I think dad will do quite nicely Harry, that way you won’t get so confused.” Albus stated openly grinning now.
Harry blushed again before shifting in his bed, he wanted to get out of this wet pull up, and he had to pee. He didn’t think the pull up could handle another wetting and he had no interest to try either. Slowly scooting his body towards the edge of the bed, he proceeded to stand up.
“Did he say where we were going today?” Harry asked trying to distract himself and the Headmaster.
“No he didn’t, but I think you should get dressed Harry. Severus should be back any minute now with our food.”
“Yes sir,” Harry replied softly.
Quickly shoving the covers back, he got out of the bed and headed to the drawers to get an outfit to wear for today. As he was looking in the wardrobe for a shirt, he felt his bladder stutter. He remembered quite clearly what Severus had told him what the Doctor had said about letting it heal and to not hold it too long. He was basically to go when he felt the urge because if he didn’t he could end up doing permanent damage to it. He reached up to grab that Lizard shirt that Snape had picked out for him especially, when he suddenly had to cross his legs to prevent a leak. Dropping everything he ran to the loo, forgetting for the moment that the Headmaster was still in the room with him and he saw everything.
Walking back out he was surprised to see that his shirt and jeans were folded by the door. Picking them up and walking back into loo he got dressed and finished his morning duties. By the time he came back out Snape was back, and with breakfast.
“Morning Professor,” he said putting on his shoes.
“Good Morning Harry, everything ok?” Severus asked as he took in the child.
“I’m fine sir, where are we going today?”
“Well after breakfast we’ll be taking the car to, The Roald Dahl Museum and Story Centre. I’m sure you are familiar with a few of his stories you read in primary school right?”
“Yes sir, he was a really good writer.” Harry answered remembering his days where he spent his break in the library to hide from Dudley and his gang.
“It’s about an hour’s drive so I would suggest bringing something to do so you won’t be bored, unless you are planning on falling asleep on the way there.”
“No sir, I’ll bring my Game. Professor is the Headmaster really going outside in those clothes?” Harry asked unable to kill his curiosity.
“Dear Merlin no Harry, I will change it to something more appropriate,” Severus whispered as he shuddered at the thought of the looks they would be receiving if he didn’t.
When it was time to leave Harry grabbed his game bag and got ready to leave. He stood by the door trying to stifle the grin that tried to take over his face as the Headmaster tried to explain to Snape that his outfit was presentable. Out the corner of his eye he would see that even in jeans and a bright blue shirt, Dumbledore still didn’t look like a muggle. His beard was just too noticeable, not to mention he gave off an air of power that demanded respect, quite like Snape did.
He got into the back seat, and immediately turned on his game. The hour passed by quickly and he found himself looking up as soon as Snape parked the car. Putting his games in the boot of the car, he reached for the hand of his teacher that was open to him out of habit.
“What are we going to do first?” Harry asked curiously, he couldn’t remember the last time he went to a museum.
“I have no idea, let’s just see what others are doing and then we’ll take it from there.” Severus answered back.
Despite not knowing what they were supposed to be doing Snape, once again was able to lead them around with no problems. And Harry was having a blast; some of the things they showed about the man were very fascinating to him. It wasn’t at all boring like Dudley always claimed it was, so he decided that he liked Museums.
“Just a moment Harry, we’re going to have lunch and then were going to take a walk down the trail behind the Museum.”
“But it’s not lunchtime and we barely just got here,” Harry replied trying to stifle his disappointment. Didn’t they just get here, not 30 minutes ago?
“Harry, please take a look at your watch child,” Severus said smirking.
“Oh, wow where did the time go?” Harry murmured to himself in shock, 4 hours had already passed.
“Wait here with Albus while I go order some food ok?”
“Yes sir,”
While Snape went to get some lunch Harry returned to looking at the illustrations on the wall. There really were some interesting things here, and he hated that he wasn’t going to get a chance to see it all. Looking at story behind his book Matilda he ignored the feeling in his stomach that told him he needed the loo soon. He was currently oblivious to his bladder because he was so into the story, but some else noticed his frantic dancing.
Albus was currently looking at a picture illustration called; The Twits. The cover showed these two people who didn’t look nice at all they reminded him of the Durselys; he was fascinated none the less. Despite not having magic the muggles still knew thing or two about making things appear realistic. Movement out of the corner of his eye caused him to turn around and check on Harry who couldn’t keep still. Not really knowing what was wrong with the boy, he immediately found himself looking to see if Severus was back, but he wasn’t. Glancing at the child again, he looked really into the drawing on the wall.
When he saw Harry’s hand move to his leg, he remembered earlier that week about Severus saying something about having to recognize the boy’s signs for the loo. He instantly looked up trying to see if he could spot a toilet, but he couldn’t see one near them. He didn’t really want to leave; because that might put Harry into a panic if they happened to stray too far from Severus.
“Harry child, are you ok?” Albus asked after the boy seemed to be stuck at a bent over position.
“Grandpa, I need the loo,” Harry whimpered pitifully.
“I figured you did child, can you wait until Severus gets back?” Albus asked turning around again to check to see if the man was back.
“I don’t think so…I’m not supposed to hold it.” Harry said wriggling around some more.
“What do you mean Harry?”
“When we went to the doctor, she said that if I hold it to long I could end up hurting myself since my bladder isn’t fully healed.”
“Merlin, maybe I should have you looked at by Poppy. I’m sure she has a potion for just this purpose,” Albus said muttering to himself.
“Can’t you take me?” Harry asked hand now stuck in his groin.
“Let’s just wait 5 more minutes for Severus and if he’s not back then we’ll go.” Albus said looking around once more for Severus.
Harry was biting his lip trying not to wet his pants, he didn’t want to embarrass himself, nor did he want to end up damaging his insides. Snape was going to be so angry with him if either thing occurred, and if he had to wait for much longer he wasn’t going to make it. How long did it take to pick up lunch?
“I can’t wait any longer grandpa; can you please just take me?” Harry asked sniffling and trying to blink away the stupid tears. He was jumping up and down unable to be still for just a second.
Not knowing what else to do Albus grabbed Harry’s free hand before walking towards the way they had came through. He was hoping he would find a loo, or if not find someone who worked there who could point one out to them. He was beginning to see what Severus must go through, he was so worried that the child wouldn’t make it that his heart was pounding in his ears. Thankfully as they were passing the café where Severus went, they saw him coming towards them with their lunch. Judging by the way he sped up as he took sight of them, Albus assumed he saw the state of Harry.
“Daddy I need to go pee,” Harry quickly said as soon as Severus appeared in front of them.
“What did I tell you about waiting until the last minute?” Severus asked annoyance seeping into his voice.
Harry winced at the tone, but he was warned but if he was being technical he did ask the Headmaster to go when it was still manageable. How was it his fault that the man didn’t want to take him?
“It wasn’t my fault, grandpa didn’t want to…” Harry trailed off; telling the truth never helped him either in the Dursely house. He knew better, so he quit while he was behind.
“He didn’t, that was me Severus. I wasn’t sure where to go, and I didn’t know if you would even know where we would be if we did.”Albus said when it seemed like Harry wasn’t going to finish his explanation.
“I understand, could you hold the food Albus while I take him?” Severus asked, but he didn’t really wait for a reply as he handed the food to the man before taking Harry’s hand and walking away.
“Excuse me, where are your toilets located?” Severus said asking a worker who just happen to past them.
“There’s a few sir, there’s one where you first came in, and another…”
“Where is the closest one to us right now?” Severus said interrupting the man, but one look at Harry and he knew the boy didn’t have that long to hold. He noted that the man look insulted at his interruption before he took in the child who was unable to keep still at his side.
“Go straight down that hall, and it should be on your left. There isn’t usually a line because it’s a family toilet and we tried to make sure it stays that way in case of emergencies, like this one.” He said pointing out the way with his hand.
“Thank you, I apologize for being rude,” Severus responded already walking away from the man.
“Not a problem,” the man replied but Snape was already down the way.
Harry halted in the middle of the hallway as his bladder jerked, and he found himself bent over again and moaning in pain. He could feel his control slipping as he tried to keep walking, he was so close.
“I’m gonna go, I can’t wait anymore,” he groaned sadly.
“Not here Harry, hold it for just a few minutes more,” Severus said before picking him up and jogging the rest of the way.
Opening the door, he quickly locked it behind him, before unbuckling everything for the boy before setting him in front of the toilet. As he heard the sound of forceful liquid hitting the water, he allowed himself to relax. Trying to get his heart to slow down he nearly missed the boy talking to him.
“I’m sorry sir, I didn’t mean to wait until the last minute,” Harry said breathless and still going in the toilet.
“Harry, Albus has informed of what happened. I didn’t mean to jump to conclusions; I was just worried that you didn’t pay attention to what Dr. Jenson had said.”
“Oh, I understand sir. The Headmaster thinks Madame Pomprey might have a potion to help me and my bladder…” Harry stated quizzically.
“Go on Harry,” Severus muttered as the boy stopped midsentence.
“Wouldn’t you be the one with the potions, because you’re the Potion’s Master?” Harry asked as he flushed, and then buckled up his trousers as he headed to the sink to wash his hands.
“Hmm…I didn’t think of that, which just goes to show I had a lot more important things on my mind then potions this summer,” he replied as he headed to the toilet.
Harry had to wonder what could be more important than his Potions, he wanted to ask but he didn’t know if that would be an invasion of privacy.
“What’s more important than Potions sir?” He finally whispered.
“You are Harry,” Severus answered before unzipping his own trousers.
Harry stared wide eyed at the man’s back; did he just admit that Harry was more important than potions? He felt himself smiling, besides that fact that tears were welling in his eyes. He finally mattered to someone, he was more important than a potion to a Potions Master. That meant something didn’t it? He waited until the man finished and washed his hands before launching himself at him. Why was he so emotional?
“Harry what’s wrong child?” Severus asked startled, wasn’t the child just happy a minute ago?
“Nothing, nothing at all,” he replied throat thick with tears.
“Then why are you crying?” He asked trying not to get agitated that he didn’t know what was troubling the boy.
“Because I matter sir,” Harry murmured into the man’s stomach.
“What do you mean Harry?” Severus asked confusion now littering his tone.
“I matter to you,” Harry cried as he repeated it over.
Severus found himself getting choked up over those 4 words himself. He picked the child up and patted his back.
“Let’s go Harry, Albus is probably wondering what happened to us.” Severus said as he brought his lips to lightly brush the top of Harry’s soft hair.
Harry smiled despite his tears; he didn’t care where he went just as long as he was with Snape.
Edited January 7, 2012 by SeverusSnapeFan
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